#and then I hit the post button without any further thought

[klanced]

I love you for single handedly keeping the VLD fandom alive for us 💜💜💜. Keep doing what you’re doing

honestly i'm just certifiably insane like this isn't even voltron anymore. we are so far past canon voltron it's not even funny. we are now fully enveloped in the KCU (klanced cinematic universe) and you all are my captive audience

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: A Wendigo's Violent Love Part Three

Warning: aged-up!reader [in early to late twenties], violence, OOC, spoilers for the first season of the 2024 show, possessive and obsessive behavior, Alastor is in denial of his feelings, possible angst.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

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Hey guys, welcome back to another installment of A Wendigo's Violent Love. I am honestly overwhelmed with how much people like this series, and I wouldn't have come this far without the support of this community. I'd also like to give a special thanks to @a-witch-of-writing-desk, @illuminaresblog, and @yourdoorisunlocked with this piece.

Without their insight and assistance in writing this chapter, it probably wouldn't have been posted until early or late April because of my workload.

The scene where Rosie and Alastor reminisce about how they first met was inspired by a comic illustrated by the incredibly talented @notherpuppet. I won’t spoil what it is exactly, so I will leave the link here.

On another note, the Hobby Horse mentioned here is a direct reference to the weapon in American McGee’s Alice: Madness Returns video game.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going on in tonight's broadcast with Hell's one and only Radio Demon!

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Part One

Part Two

Cannibal Town was a place unique in the Pentagram. 

Its streets were lined with buildings that possess a vintage charm in which Alastor cannot help but treasure dearly; after all, it closely resembles the era he lived through in New Orleans. Everything in the town fitted like a tailored glove to the charming cannibal; from its automobiles, the residents’ everyday attire, and even how they greeted each other, tipping their hat off or curtseying with a smile. No one is fully dressed without one~! Who could ever think that it isn’t a lovely place to live in, of all the possible places to live in the Pentagram? Just follow Rosie’s rules and you would be fine~!

But the thought of his delightful friend reminded him that he had not come here for an afternoon stroll, nor to enjoy a delicious cup of coffee at a cafe and not even to see if there were any new meat shops open for business. He needed to speak to Rosie, discreetly. 

She was a sensible woman whose establishment, a modest two-story building stationed right where the town’s plaza, offered consultation and other goods for all to enjoy; from the latest fashion trends to comestics to glass displays of ringed pinky fingers, there was something for everyone. No one had to venture outside of the Pentagram for anything. Rosie knew exactly what the citizens wanted and how to protect them. That’s why she is the leader, the one to talk to if anyone wants to do any business here. To set up shop without her permission…well, it was free for all. 

He strode down Main Street, smiling and politely greeting a charming group of ladies who called out to him in surprise, currently feasting on some hapless soul who had walked through without following the town’s dress code. For a moment, his mind wandered to the impossible notion of you walking beside him, your gloved hand tucked into his arm with a parasol raised over your head so that you did not get a sunburn. 

Alastor suddenly stopped. He felt the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, his face burning, his blackened heart thunder against his ribs, and worse off…his eyes. He felt them changing to radio dials, followed by the unpleasant sound of a record scratching. And all because he is thinking about you, and what he-he did to you! He kissed you!

This is preposterous! Ridiculous. Why are these feelings simply getting worse and not better? Blast it all! 

He inhaled slowly, deeply, through his nose and out through his mouth, matching it in tandem with his stride. By the time he reached the entrance to Rosie’s Emporium, Alastor felt his quickened pulse steady itself and he was calm again. Pulling the right stained glass open, he went inside and all the way towards the back of the establishment to see his dear friend sitting behind a counter, consulting a distressed young lady. Rosie was calm and cheerful as always, dressed to the nines with a lovely smile as she handed her client a business card. 

Cannibal Town was truly lucky to have a delightful overlord reign over them.

When she looked up, ready to help the next person in the long line, their eyes met. He smiled, waving at her. She immediately perked up, rising from her chair and weaving through the crowd. Well, more like they willingly stepped aside so that their leader could walk to him, but same difference~!

Oh, that was a good joke, ha-ha!

“Oh Alastor, it’s so good to see you!” Rosie exclaimed, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around in a small circle. “I haven’t heard from you in a while, I was starting to worry that you forgot about me, though I could forgive you if you fill me in on all of the details that’s happened~!” She grinned. “I hear our princess’ hotel is finally finished with those renovations, all ready to accept all the sinners she could dream of! Oh, and Alastor, you truly haven’t let me down this time! The angel flesh we’ve managed to bring back? Well, not only is it absolutely divine in terms of flavor, but people are coming from miles around just to sample some~! ‘Course, with our limited stock, we need to increase the price just a wee bit. Business is booming, and it’s all thanks to you, my friend~!” She blinked, tilting her head to the side. “Hm? Is everything all right, old chap? You’re never this quiet unless those little gears in your mind are turning~!”

Alastor felt the corner of his mouth twitch. No, he told himself fiercely. Keep yourself calm, tell Rosie that there is absolutely nothing wrong and you just thought about stopping by to pass the time, not because you need her help. And even if you do, desperately, you cannot say it here for all of the world to hear!

But the only sound that escaped his mouth was the chirping of radio static. Nothing else. Nothing except the memory of his mouth being burnt from his earlier actions. His eyes widened slightly. Fuck. He was thinking about you again! When will this madness stop?!

He did not know how Rosie knew that he was in fact, not all right, but her jubilant smile softened, and before he realized what was happening, she was pushing him into a corner of the emporium. Two fuschia-colored lounge chairs and a coffee table with a tea tray resting on top of the dark wood, adjacent to the shop’s windows. This was the very same spot where she had dragged Charlie to sit down and ask why Hell’s princess had come to visit her. 

This was…not a good sign. He thought as he sat down in the chair opposite of Rosie’s, watching his old friend gracefully follow his example. Not at all. 

“Now, what’s going on with you? It’s rare for you to be the strong, silent type.” Rosie said, leaning forward. “I heard bits and pieces about what happened between you and that angel in charge of the exterminators, but I’m not gonna pry. You clearly got more on your mind than angels.” 

Rosie has known Alastor for a long time. He’s a showman with all the flair and music at his beck and call, someone who isn’t all talk with no actions behind them. If there is something he wants, he’ll use his charm to get it before anyone realizes what happened. That’s how he rose through the ranks so quickly when he arrived, after all. But seeing him in a state of stunned silence like this…well, it worried her a bit. So she stood up, removing the tea tray from the coffee table with a snap of fingers, and gestured to Alastor to follow her. 

He did.

Normally her clients were more than happy to discuss their problems within hearing range because it was the usual sort of issues everyone dealt with: a bad-tasting spouse, decoration advice, gossip on the latest trends in the Pentagram and rumors about the other overlords, etc. But Alastor….well, he definitely was not going to open up about his problems just like that. He preferred to keep things private, and there was nothing wrong with that in her opinion. So she led them to the parlor, a cozy little room with vintage furniture and fuschia wallpaper with flowers on them. There were enough enchantments in them to drown out explosions from the outside and keep anyone from hearing their conversation. Of course, no one is that silly to be that disrespectful in her store like that, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

The tea tray popped up on the coffee table, landing with a light clink. Everything was still warm and fresh as she poured the steaming liquid in the cups. One for herself, and one for him. Alastor inclined his head towards her as he accepted the tea. Oh my, the poor dear’s hands were shaking. Now she was starting to get very worried about her friend. 

“Alastor, what’s wrong?” She asked, cradling her teacup and saucer with one hand as she stirred in a pinch of sugar. “Nothing will get past the walls, I swear.  You know me, darling. But I can’t help you if you can’t tell me what’s going on -”

“I kissed her.”

She blinked. “Come again?” She asked. 

“I…kissed someone, Rosie. An associate at the princess’ hotel. We made a deal in my radio tower and I kissed her.” Alastor’s fingers tightened around the handle of his teacup. His ears were pressed flat against his head, his face was flushed bright red and his eyes filtered between red irises and radio dials. Oh, shit. Better take this slowly or he’ll combust. Rosie took a sip of her tea. 

“All right, so you kissed an associate who works at the hotel. Do I know her?”

“Yes.”

“Well, who is she?”

“[First Name].”

“Ah, the girl with the metal arms and the giant…hobby horse?” Rosie thought for a moment. “Couple o’ people said that she was wielding that thing like a baton! Smashed some angel’s heads too!” She chuckled, but noticed the deep sigh leaving her friend as he placed the tea down, reclining against his chair with a gloved hand over his face. She smiled apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. Keep going. Start from the beginning.”

“....She came to the hotel after seeing the commercial everyone made. We were not hiring any staff. Charlie wanted more sinners to come and try to redeem themselves. But [First Name] was stubborn. She and Vagatha did an interview and decided that the best thing they could offer to her was being a groundskeeper. Someone who could keep the place nice and neat, gardening and landscaping. The conditions Charlie laid out to her were that she needed to participate in the activities and make actual progress in changing her ways. In exchange, she’d be given food and board. I tell you, from the moment I saw her, I thought she’d be another form of entertainment~! Imagine, someone who can’t crack an egg, someone who struggles with day to day tasks because she has prosthetics from the Great War! She’s killed people, Rosie, she’s had front row seats to the depravity of humanity and she still believes Charlie’s dream will work! What a joke! What an absolute fool!” He laughed. The sound bounced off of the walls, sending a small chill down Rosie’s spine. 

Alastor wasn’t laughing like when someone tells a dad joke he finds greatly funny or makes an ass out of themselves. He sounded….hollow. Confused. 

“So why is that I feel so terrible for what I had done, Rosie?” He asked. “She had stumbled upon a secret she should have never known and I made a deal with her to keep her quiet. I did what I needed to protect myself. But I can’t get the memory of how she looked at me out of my mind! She was angry, Rosie, and keep in mind that this is a girl who doesn’t show her emotions as easily as others, and she showed me how angry she was towards me! She was disappointed, resentful, and I don’t know what compelled me to kiss her hand but I did because there was some silly notion in the back of my mind, thinking that it would comfort her! How could a kiss do that?! It makes no sense, what I’m feeling makes no sense!” He suddenly straightened himself up in the chair, and he removed his hand from his eyes….just for Rosie to see the frustration and desperation in them. 

“What’s wrong with me, Rosie?” He asked. “Tell me there’s something I can do to forget what I’m feeling right now or I fear I won’t be able to escape this madness!”  

“I don’t think you’d be able to, my friend.” She said. Rosie knew what he was going through because she had been in the same situation too, far too many times and it was because of these experiences that everyone came to her for advice on romance. “Al, my dear silly man…you’re in love with this girl. And it’s pretty clear that this love runs deep. You wouldn’t feel terrible for what you did if you didn’t care about her, right?” 

He looked at her, stunned. “I…beg your pardon, old friend? I….care for her? I love her?” 

Rosie nodded. “You do. And you fucked up your chance at building a proper relationship with her because of this deal you made.”

“That was insurance!”

“And it destroyed her trust in you. You said she was a soldier, right?” When Alastor nodded, she continued. “Well, soldiers need comrades they can trust to watch their backs as much as they need accurate information on enemy forces. You were her comrade, someone she could trust and now…she can’t. That’s why she was angry with you.” She tilted her head. “But it’s up to you if you want to rectify the mistake you made…or let it be the reason why she may never see you in the same way as you see her.” 

“Then teach me, Rosie.” He seethed, leaning forward as he slammed a fist against the table, causing the tea tray to rattle. “Teach me how to forget these feelings because I do not want nor need to love someone to live a fulfilling afterlife. Love makes a person weak! A smile is a more valuable tool than love! It inspires your friends, keeps your enemies guessing, and ensures what comes your way, you are in control!” 

Rosie glared pointedly at him. “Mister, you are most definitely not in control. If you ask me, stifling these feelings towards [First Name] are just going to make things worse.” She sighed. “Do you remember how we first met? You were a fresh face, the newest overlord around the block after you overthrew all the rest. But the big, bad Radio Demon couldn’t even find the meeting room and asked me for directions with that cute little smile of yours. Gotta tell ya, you were a sweetie then, though Carmilla back then…well, she didn’t know what to think of you.” She smiled, leaning forward and placed her hand on top of Alastor’s. “Asking for help and guidance doesn’t make someone weak, old friend. And it isn’t bad to feel love towards someone, even if you are an ace in the hole.” She winked.

 His smile twitched. “I really wish you would tell me what that phrase means.”

“Where’s the fun in that? It’s entertaining to see you keep guessing every time I say it!” Rosie laughed. “So…what are you going to do?”

“Words are cheap, but actions speak the truth. If you’re serious about serenading this girl, then you need your actions to reach her. Keep me posted, okay? You’ve got this.”  That was what Rosie had told him as she walked him out of the emporium, giving him a brief hug and a warm smile before retreating back inside. Now, here he is, walking back to the hotel and back to you.

He had no idea how he was going to face you after what he had done. He gritted his teeth. As much as he wanted to keep his distance from you and be out of his afterlife for good, Rosie….had been correct. Eliminating what he felt would only make things worse, especially if Husker or that pint-sized fool who calls himself the King of Hell try to steal you away from him before he could do anything. 

Shaking his head, Alastor continued his trek through the city and towards the Pentagram’s outer borders, on the hillside where the fluorescents of the hotel glowed in the distance like a lighthouse in a raging storm at sea.

Blessedly the lobby was devoid of any residents or staff when he had returned, so he had assumed that everyone was at dinner or had gone to bed. It wasn’t too late in the afternoon if he recalled correctly, but time was difficult to keep track of in Hell unless one had a pocket watch or one of Vox’s silly little devices, neither of which he had on his person. In an instant he teleported himself to the hotel’s western wing, ready to freshen a bit before cooking up a meal for himself to enjoy in the privacy of his room when he felt a thrum of power vibrate beneath his feet. 

He glanced down, raising an eyebrow at the darkness on the floor before the shadow grinned, showing off a void of bright crimson for a mouth. Ah, yes. This little traitor. Of all the ones he has in his possession, this is the culprit responsible for the crime of stalking you without his consent. 

“Well, well, where have you been today~?” 

The shadow chuckled darkly, rising up from the floor and floated in the air, twisting its smoky body around him like a snake…no. It’s as if this little shit is performing a little dance of his own. But what for exactly? What is the grand occasion? Has someone died? The shadow shook its head, still grinning and conjured a sphere of green flames in its hands. Inside of it, Alastor could see you and Niffty in the kitchen cooking dinner and then the image disappeared, shifting to a scene where the two of you are putting ingredients together for…apple pies? Alastor gritted his teeth. 

He’s gone not even for a day and Lucifer Morningstar has the audacity to make the calls on desserts. Blasphemy! This is absurd! UNACCEPTABLE!

The shadow’s flames then evaporated into nothingness…and in its hand was a single hair ribbon. Your hair ribbon. Swallowing the lump lodged in his throat, he carefully took it from the shadow’s hand, cradling it in the center of his palm. To have something of yours to take for himself, and covet and yearn in silence until the time was ripe was the only method he had to satiate his darker hunger.

To think something as silly as your scent could tide something as fickle as his temper over was baffling, but it was comforting nonetheless.

Alastor’s thumb stroked the worn-out fabric, admiring its crimson hue beneath the fluorescent light of the hotel hallways. Before he could stop himself, the Radio Demon pressed his lips against it. The scent of cinnamon and ink made his mouth water, hungry for more than just a hair ribbon to pocket as a trophy. But like all good things and in the art of being a clever serial killer, patience is key. It shouldn’t be too difficult to lure his prey into his arms. After all, he is a true gentleman.

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[goodgirlfaith1]

Gimme a Kiss

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!reader

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: Due to your best friend Emily staying with you for the night, it’s the first night you and your boyfriend Austin Butler are spending apart since you moved in together six months ago. But neither of you can fall asleep without being beside each other. Austin calls you drunk from his best friend’s house - where he’s supposed to be staying for the night - and shows up at your shared penthouse.

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex, fingering, pressing down on stomach during sex, intoxication, swearing, pet names, praise kink, hair pulling kink.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/n: Hi! You might know me from Wattpad, where I have posted a series of Austin Butler/Elvis Presley imagines. This is a rewritten version of the original ‘Gimme a Kiss’ imagine which I published on Wattpad six months ago. I’m aiming to rewrite all of these imagines and post them on here, as I feel my writing has improved since I first started writing these.

Please let me know if you have any new requests and I’ll give them a go!

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You lay on your side, your gaze fixed on the alarm clock on your nightstand. You feel like you're going square-eyed as you continue to stare at the clock, which now reads 3a.m. You've been desperately trying to fall asleep for the past two hours, but if your best friend Emily's snoring wasn't enough to keep you awake, the lack of your boyfriend's arms wrapped around you certainly was. This is the first night you and Austin have ever spent apart since you moved in together six months ago. Even though Austin has been busy filming Elvis, his upcoming movie, for the past few months, he's come home to you every single night.

Austin is spending the night at his best friend's apartment tonight to give you some quality time with Emily. You don't get to see her very often because she lives in Los Angeles, and you and Austin live in New York. You two had a girls night in watching Breakfast at Tiffany's, drinking white wine and doing face masks. You've enjoyed your night and being able to spend time with your best friend, but you can't seem to get Austin out of your head. You miss him so much it hurts, even though you saw him this morning. It doesn't matter, you still miss him more than ever - especially now that you've discovered you can't fall asleep without him beside you.

You turn your back to the alarm clock, feeling extremely jealous of Emily, who is sound asleep beside you. You close your eyes, trying to rid of your thoughts of Austin. But as your head sinks further into the pillow, you find yourself wishing your head was resting on Austin's chest instead. You sigh dramatically, deciding to give up on trying to sleep. You put your hand under your pillow and grab your phone, clicking on the screen to turn on the flashlight as you stand up from the bed. You tip toe your way out of the bedroom, being careful not to wake your sleeping best friend.

You make your way into the living room, which is in almost complete darkness. The only light filling the room comes from the moon, and the thousands of lights across the city which flood into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The second you sit down on the huge, black leather corner couch, you feel your phone vibrate in your hand. A text notification from Austin appears on the screen.

Aus<3: Baby are yiu awske

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but the realisation soon hits. Austin only ever misspells a text message when he's drunk.

You: Huh

You: Are you drunk Aus?

The second you hit send, the word read appears underneath your text message. A call from Austin soon appears on the screen and you smile as you press the green answer button. "Hello?" You hold the phone to your ear.

"Baby," Austin says through the phone, his voice slightly deeper than usual. A sense of relief washes over you at the sound of his voice, and you smile, feeling an immediate sense of comfort.

"Hi," you say softly, sounding like a giddy teenager talking to their crush.

"Why're you up so late? Are you okay?" Concern is laced in Austin's voice. He knows it's not like you to be awake this late.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're a terrible liar, sweet girl."

You roll your eyes. How does he always manage to read me so well? You wonder.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby," he says softly.

"I can't sleep without you," you sigh.

"Mm," Austin hums. You're not entirely sure why, but the sound sends butterflies erupting indoor stomach. "Me neither, sweetheart. But, you know, I can help with that," he says, and you sense a hint of mischief in his tone.

You're startled when you hear a knock on your apartment door. _Are you hearing things, or did someone really just knock on your door at 3 o'clock in the morning? 

You sit up straight, feeling your palm sweating as you hold your phone to your ear. "Aus?"

"What's wrong, baby?" Austin senses the worry in your tone.

"Someone's at the door."

"Answer it," Austin says, slurring his words slightly.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. "You want me to answer the door?" you repeat, not entirely sure you heard him right. Why would your over-protective boyfriend ever want you to answer the door to someone - alone - at 3a.m. It must be the alcohol.

"Mhm."

Why is he being so relaxed about this?

"Aus, it's 3am. What if it's a serial killer or something?" You walk into the kitchen to grab a knife. You're not completely sure what you'll do with it if you actually need to use it. You're sure you'd freeze and go into panic mode, but having the knife somehow brings you some sort of comfort.

"Just answer it, baby. Trust me."

You take a deep breath in, clutching the knife tightly in your clammy hand as you walk through the living room, heading towards the front door. "Aus, I'm scared," you whisper into the phone as you near the door.

"Don't be scared, baby. I'm right here," he says reassuringly. You take a deep breath, your sweaty grip around the knife tightening as you twist the door handle, holding the knife up as you pull the door open to reveal...

You breathe out a sigh in relief when you're met with your boyfriend on the other side of the door. Austin stands there, gazing down at you with a boyish smirk on his face. A strand of black hair hangs over his forehead as he hangs up the phone call and puts his phone into the pocket of his jeans. The first few buttons of his black shirt are left unbuttoned, showing off his defined, sun-kissed chest as he leans against the door frame. "I hope you're not planning on usin' that knife on me now, sweetheart," he says with a smile. You don't miss the Southern accent which very subtly creeps into his words - a result of his role as Elvis Presley.

You shake your head, fighting off the smile pulling on your lips as Austin pulls the knife out of your hand. "You asshole!" You scold him, but he just gazes down at you with stars in his eyes, a soft smile pulling on his lips. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry, baby." Austin steps into the apartment, setting the knife down on the table with your keys on it. He keeps his gaze trained on yours as he takes your phone from your hand and sets it down next to the knife, a smile pulling on his lips. He wraps his free hand around your jaw to pull your head slightly closer towards his, leaning down to kiss you.

But when you feel how cold his hand is against your cheek, you pull your head back before your lips can meet his. "Jesus," you take his hand off your face, holding it with both of your hands in attempt to warm it up a little. "You're freezing, baby." You intertwine your fingers with his and lead him further into the apartment, shutting the door behind you.

"I like that," Austin says softly from behind you as you lead him into the living room.

"Like what?" you lead him towards the couch. You figure you'll get him to lay down on the couch with a blanket while you make him a hot chocolate to warm him up. But before you can do that, Austin plops himself down on the couch and pulls you down on top of him so you're straddling him.

"When you call me baby," he smirks. He places his free hand on your lower back as he leans back against the couch, his other hand resting on your upper thigh. His thumb draws gently back and forth over the skin of your thigh, which has become accessible thanks to Austin's T-shirt you're wearing, which has ridden up your legs. You're not sure if it's the moonlight or the city lights casting a soft light over Austin's face as he gazes up at you, in awe of your beauty. Whatever the source of light is, it captures his face perfectly, illuminating his bright blue eyes, which are a complete contrast with his dark hair. You're still getting used to the black hair.

You lean your head slightly closer towards his as you gently toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, "mm, do you?"

"Mhm," he hums lowly, your faces only inches apart. "Very much." You can smell liquor on his breath.

"So you are drunk," you confirm, smiling softly.

A boyish smile pulls on Austin's lips. "Just a little bit."

You smile, breathing out a laugh through your nose. "Come on, you should get some sleep. We'll sleep in the guest bedroom."

"Oh, no you don't," Austin says when you  place your hands on his shoulders to push yourself off him. His hands quickly find your waist and he holds you down on his lap to stop you from standing up. He gazes up at you with a glimmer in his eye, and his gaze falls down to your lips. He doesn't say anything, he just gazes up at you like you're the most extraordinary thing he's ever laid his eyes upon.

"What?" A smile pulls on your lips. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

"'Cause you're beautiful." You smile softly, feeling giddy. "Gimme a kiss," Austin wraps his fingers around your jaw and pulls your head down towards his. This time, you don't pull away, and your lips mould together in a gentle, loving kiss. You let out a breath through your nose, feeling a sense of relief washing over you at the feeling of Austin's soft lips against yours, his large hand keeping hold of your jaw. You place your hands on his firm shoulders, feeling his muscles beneath your fingertips as he smiles against your lips.

"What're you smiling at?" you ask against his lips.

"Just missed you," he says softly, a smile pulling on his lips as his eyes wander over your face. He pulls your head towards his with his grip around your jaw, your lips meeting again.

"I missed you too, baby," you whisper in between kisses. Austin's smile grows wider, and your teeth almost clash as you both smile like idiots into the kiss. Your lips mould together like they were made for one another, and a kiss that began sweet and gentle soon turns urgent when Austin tilts his head back, deepening the kiss. You meet his pace, getting lost in the feeling of his lips. You soon feel Austin's tongue on your bottom lip, and without a thought about where it might lead, you open your mouth for him.

You taste whiskey on Austin's tongue as his moves with yours in a deep, passionate kiss which turns more sensual with every second that passes. You don't realise just how lost in his kisses you are until you shift your hips ever so slightly, feeling how hard he is beneath you. Austin moans into the kiss, and you swallow the sound, smiling against his lips.

"Alright," it takes everything in you to pull back, tearing your lips from Austin's, but you figure you should quit while you're ahead. His expression drops as he gazes up at you with parted lips, his eyes flicking between yours rapidly. "You're drunk, baby, let's just go to sleep." You place your hand on Austin's shoulders in attempt to stand up, but once again, his tight grip around your waist stops you from doing so.

Austin swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he gazes up at you like a lost puppy. "Please, baby," he begs, blue eyes flicking between yours. "I'll make you feel good." He pecks your lips. "So good, I promise." He pecks your lips _again, _looking up at you desperately. "Need you so bad," he whispers against your lips before he closes any space left in between his mouth and yours. This time, his kiss lingers, and you don't pull away. You can't resist him.

Austin's hands run up your thighs, and he tugs on your T-shirt - well, his T-shirt, which you've practically claimed as yours. "Off," he says desperately against your lips, neediness evident in his tone. "I need this off." He breaks the kiss to pull the T-shirt over your head, leaving you in only your underwear. He tosses the T-shirt onto the floor and crashes his lips against yours in an urgent kiss. Your hands snake around the back of his neck as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter for him with every second that passes.

Feeling yourself aching for him, you pull Austin's head back with your fingers in his hair to deepen the kiss. He smiles against your lips at your eagerness as his large hands roam your body. They run from your breasts - which he caresses - before you feel his fingertips run down your back, then onto your thighs, nearing higher and higher until they reach your ass. He gives your ass a squeeze and you grind against his erection in response, causing him to groan into the kiss. The sound sends butterflies erupting in your stomach, and your need to feel him only intensifies.

Without breaking the kiss, you rip open Austin's shirt, your tongue moving with his, urgently, as you hear the buttons of his shirt fall from the couch and onto the wooden floor. Austin slips a finger beneath the waist band of your underwear and pulls hard, causing the fabric to rip, leaving you completely naked on top of him. Usually, you would cuss him out for tearing your underwear, but you're too needy for him right now to care.

A small stinging sensation lingers on the skin of your hip, but your attention is drawn back to Austin when his finger makes contact with your soaked folds. You take a sharp breath in through your nose, doing your best to kiss him back as he works his finger up and down your folds. "So wet for me, baby," Austin breathes against your lips.

"All for you," you whisper.

A lazy smile pulls on Austin's lips as he gazes up at you through heavy breaths, your faces close together. You shudder when his finger brushes over your clit, your lips parting.

Austin gazes up at you through lust filled eyes. "All for me," he repeats, crashing his lips against yours. He pushes a finger into your core and you breathe out a moan into the kiss. You lean forward and Austin tilts his head back to accommodate this as you deepen the kiss. You breathe heavily against Austin's lips as he pumps his finger in and out of your core. And while the feeling of Austin's finger inside of you is nothing short of pleasurable, you find yourself yearning for more.

Austin reads your body like he always does, adding another finger into your core. You grind your hips against him, pushing his fingers further inside you. You moan into the kiss, struggling to meet the pace of his kisses as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them in a 'come here' motion which nearly sends you over the edge already.

"Fuck, baby," Austin breathes against your lips. "Got me soaked to the knuckle."

You breathe heavily, and you break the kiss when your jaw goes slack."Fuck, Austin," you breathe out in a moan.

"Fuckin' love it when you say my name, baby." He gazes up at you, studying your features as pleasure graces them. "Say it again." He orders.

"Austin," you whine through heavy breaths.

"Again."

"Austin," you breathe out, your nails digging into the skin on the back of his neck. Suddenly, Austin pulls his fingers out of your core, causing your eyebrows to knit together. "Why'd you stop?"

Austin's fingers fumble to unbuckle his belt. "I need you," he lifts his hips off the couch to pull his jeans down. "Need you_ now."_ Austin crashes his lips into yours, his tongue dominating yours. You meet his pace, your tongue moving with his, and he whimpers into your mouth as you take hold of his rock hard length, and line it up with your entrance. Without breaking the kiss, you slowly lower yourself down onto Austin's length, taking a sharp breath in through your nose at the way he stretches you out. You swear you'll never get used to his size.

You both let out a sigh of relief as your hips meet Austin's, and you cry out, feeling how deep he is. The feeling sends a shiver up your spine. You feel Austin's fingertips digging into the skin of your waist, and the sensation only turns you on even more. A part of you hopes he'll leave marks behind. You drop your forehead against Austin's, the sound of both of your breathing filling the dark room. Slowly, you draw your hips backward before rolling them forward, soon feeling Austin's large hands on your hips to help adopt a rhythm.

"Fuck, baby," Austin breathes out. You can feel his heavy breaths fanning over your face, your foreheads pressed together. "Feels so good. Always so good for me. " He crashes his lips against yours as you ride him, and you moan into the kiss. "You're fuckin' perfect, you know that?" he breathes against your lips.

"Aus," you cry out breathlessly. "Baby, fuck." You throw your head back, your lips parted. "You're so deep."

"Yeah?" You turn your gaze down to meet Austin's at the sound of his voice. He gazes up at you, the moonlight hitting off his blue eyes. The strand of hair hanging over his forehead casts a small shadow over his face. He breathes heavily through his mouth as he looks up at you. He places his hand on your lower stomach and presses down, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. "Can you feel it, baby?" He takes hold of your hand from the back of his neck and places it on your lower stomach, the spot where his hand was pressed down a few seconds ago. He presses his hand on top of yours, intensifying the feeling of him inside of you. "Feel me here, deep in your tummy? Takin' up all that room?"

Your free hand snakes up from the back of Austin's neck to the back of his head, and your fingers find themselves in his air, pulling on it as you continue to ride him. The pleasure coursing through your body is almost enough to push you over the edge already.

"Austin," you moan his name in pleasure. "Feels so good."

"I know, baby," he says from beneath you, studying your face as your eyes fall closed, your jaw going slack. "That's it, sweetheart." He encourages you as you roll your hips forward with a little more force. "Taking me so well."

You feel Austin intertwining his fingers with yours, removing yours, and his hand from your lower stomach. You open your eyes to meet his gaze as he leads your hand to the back of his head. You know what he wants without him having to say it. Now using both hands, you pull on Austin's hair, studying his face as a deep, guttural groan escapes from the back of his throat. His head falls back against the couch and he gazes up at you through clouded eyes as he breathes heavily through parted lips, some breaths coming out sounding more like moans. You love seeing him like this.

"You're an angel, sweet girl. You're heaven fuckin' sent, I swear it," Austin breathes out.

Your fingers remain threaded in his hair, tugging gently as you lean down to connect your lips with his in a sloppy, needy kiss. You can feel your orgasm building deep in your stomach, and you know you won't be able to last much longer.

"Aus," you drop your forehead against his.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'm not gonna last much longer."

Next thing you know, Austin takes hold of your hips and flips you over so you're laying down on your back, him on top of you. He holds his weight with his forearms on the couch at either side of your head, thrusting his hips forward into you. You breathe out a moan as his hips meet yours, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck, your other squeezing his bicep as you feel your orgasm approaching fast.

"I want you to cum for me, baby," he breathes out as he thrusts into you, each thrust becoming a little harder than the last.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm begins to wash over you, and you cry out Austin's name as you let it all go. Austin's hand quickly snaps over your mouth at the loud volume of your voice, and you moan into the palm of his hand, feeling pure euphoria.

"Shhh," he coos."That's it, baby. Such a good girl for me."

You feel Austin's thrusts becoming sloppier and his orgasm soon hits him at the feeling of you clenching around him. He breathes heavily, dropping his head against your shoulder as he rides you both through your highs. Your fingers release their tight grip around his locks as he moans against the skin of your shoulder, but you keep a hand on the back of his head, holding him close as he cries out for you.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes out. "So fuckin' good. You're always so good for me." You both breathe heavily as you come down from your highs, and as he stills inside of you, Austin's arms give out. You don't mind his weight on top of you, though. You've always found it comforting. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss onto your skin.

Austin's breathing slowly, but surely becomes less heavy as he lays on top of you. "I love you so much, darling."

You softly run your fingers through his hair, pressing a kid onto the top of his head, smiling softly. "I love you too, baby."

"I hope Emily didn't hear any of that," he says, and your eyes widen.

"Shit!"

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[daddy-dins-girl]

Playdate - Chapter Nine

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 9.1k

Notes: All the feelings in this chapter... I'm so sorry everyone. I swear I have an end goal in mind and I'm gonna make it better... just not YET.

Chapter Warnings: (skip if you don't wanna be spoiled, if you've made it this far in the series, you'll be fine). 18+ MDNI. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Confessions of infidelity. Dry humping. Oral Sex. 69 sex position. Unprotected p in v. Creampie. Daddy Kink. Rough sex. Breathplay. Daddy!Marcus. Dom!Marcus. Aftercare. Consensual somnophilia. Lots of feelings. Severe lack of Dave York (I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you I swear).

HUGE thank you to @janaispunk for beta'ing and letting me talk her ear off when I get an idea in my head and helping me work it out lol. And also for calming my anxiety every time I go to post a chapter :P

You woke up to a bed that seemed suddenly too large and missing the warmth Dave’s body heat provided it with. Marcus was sleeping soundly next to you and you’re not even sure when that had happened or when he got in but clearly it was after you had passed out.

But where was Dave? Did Marcus walk in and find you and him in bed together and an argument ensued? Surely that would have woken you up so you quickly shake that notion from your head. Maybe everything was fine and you were freaking out preemptively over nothing. Dave had probably just gone down to the lobby again for coffee and when he came back the three of you could sit around and hopefully have an honest and open conversation. That sounded, to you, a logical reason for his whereabouts as any so you decided you weren’t going to begin to fret about something without any warrant and snuggled up to your husband to wait, but when nearly half an hour had passed and he didn’t return, you decided to pull out your phone to send a text in your group chat.

Your throat nearly dropped into your stomach at the words that greeted you when you opened it.

Dave York has left the group.

Without giving it a second thought you quickly scroll through your contacts until you find his name and hit the call button but after a single ring it goes to voicemail. Unsure what exactly that means you try for a text instead. Simple, direct, to the point.

Hey, are you ok?

The blue bubble pops up on your screen and you wait, however neither the “delivered” or “read” notification appears underneath it and that’s when it hits you.

Dave has blocked your number.

Confused and hurt, you toss your phone over to the nightstand where it clatters to the surface, skids across the smooth wood and then falls to the carpeted floor with a light thud, though you couldn’t be bothered to care right now. The commotion however rouses your husband who, lying on his stomach, quickly pushes himself up onto his elbows and glances around the room before his gaze lands on you.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, voice groggy with sleep.

You don’t answer him right away, because, how could you. Everything. Fucking everything was the matter! What you had done last night, it all comes flooding back to you in an instant and you suddenly feel overwhelmed with emotions and you have no choice but to burst into tears, your knees coming up to your chest as you wrap your arms around them and bury your face, shoulders shaking with every sob that leaves your body.

“Honey! What…” Marcus sits up in an instant, panicked. His arms immediately envelop your frame and his voice frantic as he pulls your whole body into his lap and holds you close to his chest. “Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh. Sweetheart tell me what’s wrong” he tries, fear still lacing his tone as he attempts to appear outwardly calm, holding you to him and gently rubbing a hand up and down your back.

You feel so absolutely wracked with guilt that you can’t even find words to even begin trying to explain yourself to Marcus so instead you just bury your face further into his throat and let him comfort you, though you know you don’t deserve it. The moment he hears what you have to say for yourself you fear he’s going to be putting as much distance between the two of you as possible so you need him to just hold you a little while longer before that happens. It’s selfish. You’re selfish. But at this moment, you don’t care. How could you have done this to Marcus? And for what? For Dave to just leave you both like that? Like these months have meant nothing to him? You want to believe that’s not true, but what choice has he left you with?

Marcus worries endlessly as he holds you in his arms, honestly surprised you’re even allowing him to hold you but he’ll take it for as long as he can get it. Dave must have told you what he’d done yesterday while you were asleep and now look at the problems it’s caused.

You both lie there in each other's arms, taking in whatever comfort you can get from one another. You’re openly sobbing while Marcus’ tears are more subdued, but definitely still there. You can feel them on the naked flesh of your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck and the two of you clutch onto each other, terrified of the other letting go. What you don’t realize is that you’re both fretting over the exact same thing.

After several long minutes of just holding each other your words echo each other as you both let them out at the exact same time into the heat of each other’s flesh.

“I’m sorry.”

The words cause you both to stiffen momentarily and then slowly pull back, finding each other’s watery gaze as you both stare, confused.

The murmured apologies eventually turn into a good hour of confessions from both of you. You take turns spilling everything about what happened last night without the other present all while failing to hold back the flow of tears. Marcus admits not only to his indiscretions in the shower with Dave, but how there was no work emergency last night and he’d lied to you because he was too scared that he’d ruined everything. He tells you how absolutely horrible he’d felt, leaving you on your birthday like that but he felt so confused after what had happened, he couldn’t even bear to have you look at him knowing what he’d done and was keeping from you. The admission about what he and Dave had done in the shower nearly had your eyes bugging out of your head, though you tried your absolute best not to outwardly react too much, you didn’t want to make Marcus uncomfortable or have him hold back anything so you kept quiet and mostly just nodded your head, though your brain was working a mile a minute trying to process everything. You’d decided near immediately that you weren’t upset at him for it. The only thing you were upset about in that scenario is that you hadn’t been there to witness it; though you keep that admission to yourself for now. You were upset, however, that he had left. If he would have just stayed maybe you all wouldn’t be in this position now. Maybe Dave would still be here. You know though that Marcus isn’t the only one to blame and it’s not fair to put this all on him. The fact was he did leave, and you did what you did afterwards, knowing full well how it could affect things.

You tell Marcus how Dave had originally left but had come back and that the two of you had slept together. Your tears turned into sobs as you admitted the last part. You knew it was wrong, you felt in your heart that it was cheating, regardless if Marcus saw it that way or not. He’d tried to quickly shrug it off at first, to make you feel better, reminding you that “you’d slept with Dave lots of times” but when you responded with a quiet “yeah, but not like this…” and were unable to look him in the eyes, you could see the moment the realization dawns across his sad, handsome face and he lowers it to look away, gently nodding in understanding.

Marcus swallowed the lump in his throat but wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to his chest, peppering kisses to your hair and ensuring you over and over that he loved you.

It only made you cry harder.

Eventually the tears subside and Marcus drapes the bedclothes over you both and pulls you into his side, gently petting your hair until you both fall back asleep, it was barely 7am after all and you didn’t even know how late Marcus had got in. You still had a lot to discuss but you were both exhausted, physically and emotionally. Your head was pounding from the amount of tears you cried and you just needed to shut out the world for a little while longer, held safe in the comfort of your husband's arms until you fell back asleep.

When you do wake up again, barely an hour later, Marcus is already out of bed and wandering around the suite, freshly changed into a new set of clothes and shoving his old ones into the suitcase you had already packed. There’s a takeout coffee cup waiting for you on the bedside table when you open your eyes and you sit up, wordlessly taking the simple peace offering and taking a drink.

You get through a few sips but your stomach is doing somersaults. All the anxiety and emotions of the last twelve hours or so wear heavily on you so you place the cup aside and climb out of bed, holding the sheet tight around your frame as you head over to the dresser where Marcus had kindly laid out your last clean outfit for you.

You barely speak a word to each other as you both get ready to leave this room behind. Occasional questions like “did you remember to grab your toothbrush” or “is this your lotion or the hotel’s?” as you putter around the room and prepare to leave.

Finally everything is packed, you're both dressed, the room is mostly back in one piece and you’re ready to go. You meet Marcus at the door and you both take a breath, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your shoulders settle and you reach down and slide your hand into his. His fingers interlace around yours and for the first time all day you finally feel grounded again.

“Come on, let’s go home” he says, pulling the door open with his free hand and guiding you out.

The first week that you’re back home goes by in a blur. You both had to go back to work on Monday and you manage to settle back into your usual routines easily enough but there’s still a strain between the two of you. You know you need to talk more but had both decided you needed time to just let everything sink in and process. You missed Marcus immensely, despite the fact that he still slept in your bed every night and kissed you goodbye every morning, things were far from how they were before your birthday weekend happened.

Perhaps fortunately or unfortunately for you both, your work lives were very busy. Typically Marcus left before you because his commute was longer and you both worked long shifts most days so your time together at home while you were both still awake and functional was limited. Some nights you managed to both be home to eat dinner together, but this week it was a pretty quiet affair. You’d ask each other about your days, small talk mostly, and then if you weren’t too exhausted you’d cuddle on the couch and watch a little tv before bed and start the process over again the next day. Despite the rift, you still wanted to be close to each other. Neither of you were angry at the other; more so at yourselves than anything. That, and you were confused. It was hard to have a conversation together about all the feelings you were having when you hadn’t quite sorted them out for yourselves. And with Dave AWOL it made it even more confusing and hurtful to navigate. It was difficult to figure out where the three of you stood when there were only two of you willing to talk things out.

Your mind often wandered to Dave, particularly when you were at work and would have a few minutes of downtime. You pulled up your private message chat with him every couple of days too just to see if your single text to him ever got marked as ‘delivered’ or ‘read’, wondering if he’d unblocked you, but nothing. What was so frustrating is that you know it wasn’t one-sided. It couldn’t have been. You know what he felt with you that last night together because you felt it too. Perhaps the real reason he left is because of his loyalty to Marcus, he didn't want to be a burden on your marriage, but the truth was Dave just enriched it. And you had a feeling Marcus might feel the same way, you just needed him to admit it to you. You hoped the two of you would have a good chance to talk this weekend, you felt like it was time.

Saturday evening was finally upon you and you lay on the couch after a simple dinner, wine glass mostly untouched on the coffee table in front of you as you half paid attention to the movie playing on the TV. Marcus had had a busy day, having to work for a couple hours from home in the morning and then running some errands for his elderly father that he typically would do on a Saturday. Today took a little extra long due to him being away last weekend for your birthday so by the time he got home he was exhausted so you had offered to cook and now the two of you were laid out on the sofa, Marcus behind you with his back to the cushions and you on your side snuggled with your back to his chest and laying your head on his arm.

You attempt to focus on the movie playing in front of you because you know how tired your husband is, but he makes it difficult when the fingers of his right hand trail absently up and down your side where your shirt slightly rides up, the delicate trace of his fingertips leaving goosebumps on your flesh in their wake. You shift slightly and in doing so the fabric of your shirt catches a little more on the seat of the sofa and rises up further, and Marcus’ hand reaches a little higher too until his fingers are at your ribs. You let out a little whine at the contact. He’s barely touching you but it's more than you’ve had all week and you’re missing him so desperately so you give up the facade and turn fully onto your back, causing his hand to slip even higher until it rests just underneath your breast.

You hear his breath hitch slightly and he turns his head down to look at you, your soft, wanting gaze boring into his. Wordlessly you reach your hand up to rub at the side of his neck and turn your body again so that you’re face to face. He moves his hand voluntarily, finally, splaying it across your breast and giving it a gentle squeeze, his breath catching in his throat when he sees your eyes fall shut and your lips release a hum of pleasure.

“Marcus” you whimper, your voice barely a whisper. “Please”

It’s all Marcus needs to hear. In a moment he’s got both his hands going underneath your ass and hauling you up on top of him, positioning himself on his back with your full weight resting on him, hands still on your ass and pushing downwards to grind you against his already stiffening length. You surge forward, sealing his mouth with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and filled with pent up sexual desire and you’re both moaning into it, reveling in the dominant dance between your two tongues.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” he asks breathlessly a few moments later when you’re forced by lack of oxygen to pull apart.

“Mnnnm mmm” You shake your head before your mouth latches to his again. “Need you” you mumble against his lips. “Take me right here”

“Fuck” he groans, both hands squeezing roughly at your ass as he continues to ground you down into him, his own hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. “God I fucking missed you” he confesses, mouth trailing down the side of your throat now instead as his hands reach up to the waistband of your sweats and push them down along with your underwear.

You help him free you of the confines of your pants, kicking them down your legs and finally flinging them off to the floor while Marcus grabs for the hem of your t-shirt and pulls that over your head. You're grateful at this moment that you had foregone a bra tonight, dressed for a comfortable evening at home. Marcus, on the other hand, is far too overly dressed in your opinion, still in his jeans and a long sleeve Henley. Though you find it hard to complain at the delicious friction the unforgiving denim gives to your now bare core and it's no secret to Marcus either, the way you moan and writhe against him.

“Baby, please” you whine, hands desperately grasping at the buttoned enclosure of his jeans. The button pops open and you manage to drag the zipper down but before you get any further he’s growling into your throat and shaking his head, repositioning your body until you're straddling on just one of his thighs.

“Need you to cum for me first” he demands, already sounding wrecked and breathless and you think he needs you to for his sake as much as your own, probably trying to extend this experience for longer than it would have been were he to push inside you right now like you both so desperately want him to. You let out another moan, eagerly obeying his wishes as your hands go to his chest and you push yourself upright so you’re sat on his muscular thigh and begin to rock back and forth against it, the delicious drag of denim against your weeping cunt creating a wet patch on his jeans that neither of you could be bothered to be embarrassed or care about. His large hands come up and each grab hold of a breast, expertly manipulating and teasing the soft mounds of flesh, thumbs and forefingers coming down to pinch and squeeze at your nipples until they’re hardened peaks under his touch.

“Oh fuck,” you cry out, head thrown back as you continue to ride his thigh, amping up the pace as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm that is just within reach.

“That’s it baby,” Marcus encourages, his own pupils blown wide with lust as he watches you arch your back and grind desperately against him. His hands leave your breasts and go to your hips, helping you reach that point of long awaited bliss. He bares his teeth as he watches your features contort into what can only be described as pure ecstasy and growls out the words that have been lingering on his tongue since he actively took charge of your impromptu makeout session just minutes ago, “Good girl, come on, you’re gonna fucking cum for your Daddy now.”

“Fuck!” His words, along with the relentless rocking pressure of your cunt digging into his thigh sends you flying over that edge with a screamed curse leaving your lips, your arousal pooling out of you, body trembling and spent but Marcus doesn’t let up, continuing to drag your folds along the strong muscle and it’s too much, you try to push off of his chest with your hands but his grip is strong and fierce at your hips, ensuring you get every last drop of pleasure from your prolonged orgasm.

“Fucking soak me baby” he groans and you look down to see the own wet patch he’s created in his boxers that are peeking through his partially opened jeans. It doesn’t appear to be enough that he’s finished and he’s still visibly hard as steel underneath the soft cotton, but he’s certainly gotten himself worked up to the point where the precum is eagerly flowing from him.

Evidently satisfied with you as you slow the rocking of your hips to indicate the waves of pleasure have subsided Marcus repositions you again so you’re lying back fully on top of him. He pushes his jeans down to his thighs but leaves his boxers in place as he gently ruts into you from underneath, the strained fabric of his boxers rubbing against your oversensitive sex, causing you to whimper and tremble.

“Let me suck you baby” you breathe against the hollow of his throat where your face is currently buried. Not only does your cunt need the reprieve but he’s got you so turned on you feel like you might just combust if you don’t get him inside of you in some form or another.

“Yeah? You wanna suck my cock, dirty girl?” Marcus growls and lord help you if it doesn’t send another pool of wetness right between your legs. Marcus was not normally like this. Sure the two of you could get a little kinky sometimes on your own but he’d never been like this before and it was driving you crazy with want.

You both knew what he was doing, filling a void a certain someone had left behind. Something you both craved without having to admit to each other. You both needed this, and so, you went along for the ride.

“Please Daddy, want you in my mouth, please” you beg helplessly, your lust-filled brain reduced to complete mush and barely able to string a sentence together and Marcus audibly groans at your submission to him.

“Turn around, want you to sit on my face while you do it” he breathes against your cheek and then slides his hands down to grab at your ass and squeeze firmly. His hands release you but he gives you one sharp swat to your left asscheek that has you crying out and arching into him before he helps you reposition yourself so you’re kneeled overtop of him with your knees on either side of his head and bent over his body so your face hovers above his pelvis. He pushes his boxers down to meet his jeans at his thighs then brings his hands to your hips to lower you down to his mouth just as your head retreats to take his leaking tip between your lips.

The groan he lets out into your cunt as you fully envelop him in your mouth has your lower half spasming, your thighs involuntarily squeezing his head as your hips chase the pressure of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, mouth falling away from him as you crane your neck back to try and get a glimpse of the feast Marcus is making of what’s between your legs. It doesn’t last long however because his hand comes up and swats at your ass again, reminding you without words what you’re supposed to be doing and you quickly oblige, turning back and doubling your efforts on sucking him off, taking him as deeply down your throat as your body will allow and swallowing down before you ease back up and repeat the action. Your hand soon joins your mouth, wrapping around the base of his shaft and stroking it in time with each bob of your head and he hums and groans his approval of your actions into your core as he continues to lick and suck and prod at your clit and hole with his talented tongue.

When he feels your thighs trembling again and his own release too rapidly approaching he goes for what knows drives you crazy and will easily pull another orgasm from you and sucks your clit into his mouth, relentless and unforgiving until your mouth rips off of him and you cry out, your hand pumping him furiously as wave after wave of your orgasm crashes around you and you ramble out little mewls of pleasure and praise at how hard he’s made you come.

He lets out a content, satisfied sigh as he slows the efforts of his mouth, gently bringing you back to earth with slow licks and prods of his tongue until you're shaking and trembling begins to subside and your rocking against his face finally slows. Your hand wrapped around his length has also slowed to barely moving, not having brain capacity or muscle coordination to simultaneously pleasure him and ride the aftershocks of your own orgasm but Marcus is thankful for the reprieve, needing to be inside you before he finishes.

“Up,” he gently demands, tapping lightly against your hip and you pull away from him with a long drawn out groan, your limbs feeling like jelly as you attempt to get control over them again. Marcus chuckles a little but is quick to help you, gently raising your hips and then pushing you forward as he manages to snake his own body out from underneath you until you’re on hands and knees on the couch and he’s behind you.

“Lean forward, just relax” he instructs, pushing lightly on your shoulders so your elbows collapse and you slowly slide forward, knees still bent and kneeling on the couch but your face now buried in the seat cushion. “Yeah, just like that” he coos, fingertips tracing down your spine and you arch at his touch, desperate and ready for him. He lets his hand trail further still, over the swell of your ass until he’s between your legs and he gently plays with you, fingers gliding through your slick folds and up to circle at your clit before they slide back down and prod at your entrance.Your body keens at his touch, back arching, ass up in the air as your arms stretch out in front of you, not unlike a cat waking up from a long nap in the sun and Marcus lets out a little chuckle.

“Yeah, this is where you need me, hmm?” He rasps, voice low as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Poor baby needs her pretty little pussy filled up?” His hand leaves you only to go to his own mouth so he can wet his fingers with his own saliva before he brings them back between your legs and presses two inside of you, curling them just right and sliding in and out of you a few times before he adds a third. It’s so much, feels so good, and yet still not enough.

“God, Marcus, please. Please fuck me” you cry out, desperate and needy, hips beginning to rock back and forth against his hand, anything you can do to get some relief.

He gets up from the couch suddenly to rid himself of the rest of his clothing before positioning himself behind you again, grabbing hold of his hard, leaking member and guiding it between your legs. He groans when his naked flesh finally makes contact with yours, his smooth length pushing back and forth between your wet folds, coating himself in your slick and the tip of his cock teasing at your clit. You whimper unintelligibly at the contact that stimulates every last one of your nerve endings, your whole body keening with delight.

Marcus marvels at how soaked your folds are as he slides through them with ease. “Yeah you’re nice and ready for me, hmmm? Gonna be my good girl?”

“Yes, please, take me. I fucking need you so bad.” You’re not above begging at this point, especially if it gets you want you want, need, crave.

With your desperate pleas still lingering in the air Marcus lines himself up at your entrance and presses forward, filling you completely on the first push of his hips until he’s buried to the hilt, his hands gripping tight around your waist, thumbs digging in deep to the meat of the top of your ass.

“Holy fuck” he groans as he takes a moment stilling inside you, needing a second not only to let you adjust, but to resist his own temptation to let go and finish before he’s even begun. It’s only been a week but it somehow feels like an eternity since he’s last had you. He’s done his best to distract himself with work and other obligations but not a minute of the day has gone by where he hasn’t thought about you, about how much he missed you, how much he needed you. It had taken everything in him not to beat himself off in the shower every morning this week, the only thing holding him back was knowing how much better it would feel when he finally gets the relief the way he wants it; being inside of you.

After a few long moments and steadying breaths, Marcus manages to collect himself and center himself back into the moment. His hands grip you a little tighter and he finally begins to move, pulling back with a slow and delicious drag of his cock against your walls until he’s almost fully out before he slams forward, driving himself back deeply inside with a single snap of his hips that sends you lurching slightly forward, something between a gasp and cry punching out from your lungs.

“Marcus! Oh my - fuck. Baby, fuckfuckfuck” You’re a mewling, writhing mess underneath him as Marcus keeps up his steady pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon, hips pistoning back and forth, fast and hard.

“Yeah you like that” Marcus grinds out through clenched teeth before he lifts his right hand and lands a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to jolt forward again. “Can feel you fucking trying to squeeze me out baby, choking my cock. Good girl. Good fucking girl” he groans, railing into you even faster and you’re reduced to just mumbled cries and gasps into the couch cushion your face is still buried in.

“I can’t hear you” he suddenly growls, one hand leaving your hip to grab your hair and force your head to tilt up and oh fuck if Marcus pulling your hair doesn’t do something to you.

“I fucking love it!” You cry out, breaths coming out hard and fast. “Love taking your big cock Daddy, don’t stop”

“Shit… baby, shit I… fuck!” Marcus curses, not faring much better as he ruts into you like a man possessed. He lets go of your hair and repositions to your hips, his fingertips digging into your sides so desperately that you know come tomorrow you’ll be bruised but you don’t care. You want the reminder, you’ll welcome it even.

“Take me. Takemetakemetakemetakeme” You chant breathlessly, the words punching out of your throat timed perfectly to each of his rough forward thrusts.

Somehow despite you being fucked into a near stupor, you find the wherewithal to sneak a hand underneath yourself and reach between your legs, fingers desperately rubbing fast and furiously against your aching and needy clit. It only serves to empower Marcus, seeing how desperate you are to climax again and despite the less than comfortable position he’s got himself into kneeled on the couch he takes full advantage, leaning down slightly to wrap an arm all the way around your throat so it’s caged in by his bicep, the other gripping the back of the couch to get as much leverage as he possibly can from the position and he doubles his efforts. He pushes harder and faster until the room is filled with the debauched sounds of wet slaps of skin and heavy breathing and moaning and within a few short moments your vision goes white behind your eyelids and you cry out a shuddering gasp turned moan and your hand falls away from your now oversensitive sex as your orgasm takes over, the effects of it gushing out of you and coating Marcus’ length, dripping down to his balls and surely leaving a mess on the couch that you can’t begin to care about right now.

“God Baby, you’re so fucking good, fucking soaking me” Marcus manages, voice faltering along with the steady rhythm of his hips as he bucks into you sloppily now, the sheer force of your constricting walls inciting his own release and with a few more pushes of his hips he begins to paint your insides.

“Holy fuck” he reiterates, body spent and breathing heavily as he slowly continues to rock in and out of you. You whimper and moan underneath him, the overstimulation bordering on too much as you wait for your trembling to subside.

Marcus’ grip on your throat loosens significantly so you can fully catch your breath and he brings his hand up to run soothingly down your back instead, still fucking into you deep and slow and honestly you don’t know how he’s found the stamina or managed to stay hard but you’re not about to complain, he feels that fucking good.

“You want me to stay inside you?” He asks, though you both know he already knows the answer.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth and manage to mumble an affirmative “mmmhmmm” into the couch cushion.

“Fuck you full of my cum, you like that baby?”

“Yes, fuck,” you tear your face away to the side so your words are no longer garbled into the couch cushion, you want him to hear you. “Fucking me so deep Daddy, holy shit it feels so good.”

Marcus hums his apparent satisfaction at your words, his hand that was gripping the back of the sofa coming to join the other to soothe up and down your back and sides, occasionally smoothing over the globes of your ass before they come back up and make their way up towards your shoulders again. He manages to keep going for another minute or so until he physically can’t, his cock softening inside of you eventually slips out and you both groan at the loss but his hands don’t stop touching you. When his spent dick leaves your swollen sex he leans down and places little kisses all over whatever inch of flesh on your back and shoulders he can reach until finally he pulls away, standing up from the couch and offering his hand to you. You take it, and with a groan (and Marcus’ help), manage to pull yourself up from the sofa. His fingers interlace with yours when he grabs your hand and he wordlessly leads you out of the living room, up the staircase to your bedroom.

Once inside he guides you immediately to the ensuite bathroom and turns you to rest with your back against the countertop while he busies himself grabbing a fresh facecloth from the linen shelf and turns on the hot water, wringing the cloth out a few times before turning off the taps and turning to face you. To your surprise, and a night and day contrast to how he was acting just minutes ago, he sinks to his knees on the unforgiving marble flooring and gently pries your thighs apart and then stares up at you, holding your gaze as he gently cleans up the mess between your legs. Your hand comes down to push through his hair, pushing it back past his forehead and a smile pulls at your lips. Once he’s finished cleaning you up he rises to his feet again, tosses the cloth in a nearby hamper and then his hands go straight to your hips, a gentle barely-there hold and he looks down at them, murmuring under his breath at the little discolored indents on your soft flesh, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

It catches you off guard, the question. He seems unsure and maybe even upset with himself and you frown, reaching for his face and forcing his gaze back up to meet yours.

“Baby, no, of course not. You could never hurt me”

“Promise?” he asks just to clarify, soft, round brown gaze boring into yours.

“I promise. Marcus, that was… thank you” is all you can think to say. He seems to accept your answer, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, hands leaving your hips to come up and cup your face as his tongue parts your lips and slips inside to entangle with yours. When he finally pulls away you’re breathless and lean your head forward to rest on his shoulder, arms going around his waist.

“I just love you so much” he whispers against your hair. “I’d do anything for you, you know that?”

“I know” you murmur. “You do do everything for me Marcus. I love you too, more than anything” Your arms tighten a little more around his middle and you bury your face in his neck, unable to hold back the few tears that spill out. Marcus nuzzles at the side of your face and you can feel his own tear stained cheeks as he holds you close in the quiet serenity of your bathroom. You both take a minute to just let the moment settle over you before finally Marcus heaves a little sigh and pulls back, quickly wiping away at his face with the back of his hands.

“Come on, let me take you to bed”

You spend the night in his arms. The steady beat of his heart where your ear lays pressed against his chest lulling you into a peacefulness that you hadn’t felt in days.

Sunday is a whirlwind. The first time you wake up it’s to Marcus with his head between your legs, slowly lapping at you like a cat with a bowl of cream. He’s not hurried or frenzied or even seemingly trying to work towards an end goal of an orgasm for you, he just needs to be close to you, taste you. He lazily licks and kisses and sucks at you while you gently writhe your hips against him, hands lost in his soft hair and fingernails occasionally scraping against his scalp, which you know he loves. He murmurs little sweet nothings into your heated core while he pleasures you for what seems like a small eternity, never tiring or complaining, just reveling in the closeness. You end up orgasming twice during his time down there, which you’d guessed to be about an hour, both coming on quick, strong and sudden and from seemingly nowhere. Your hand fists in his hair and your hips arch upwards and still as he works you through each one and then he continues on. By the time your second orgasm has fully settled you gently push at the top of his head and he takes your wordless request, single digit slipping out of you and mouth moving away from your over sensitive sex to kiss and lick at the insides of each of your thighs, the top of your mound, and eventually making his way up your body until he’s lying on his side next to you.

He’s being his soft, sweet, gentle self this morning, you think it’s his way of making up for last night. Not that he has anything to make up for, at least in your mind.

“Baby,” you sigh, right hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“I love you” he says, in a way that makes it seem like he needs to remind you, like he’s saying it for the first time and needs to ensure you hear him.

“I love you too” you assure him.

He opens his arms and you crawl into them without question, letting him hold you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you half draped over top of him with your face resting on his chest. He gently pets your hair and places little kisses to the top of your head while he holds you and you let out a content little sigh, snuggling deeper into his chest. You feel the unmistakable hardness of him between your two bodies but he seems to be trying to ignore it so you do your best not to grind against him like your body’s instincts want you to.

“We should talk” he murmurs against your hair and you gently nod your head in agreement.

“We should”

“How do we start?” He wonders honestly and you shrug your shoulders a little.

“I think first and foremost we need to be honest, no matter how hard it is to say or how hard it may be for the other person to hear”

“I agree” he says quietly, heaving a sigh.

A long silence stretches on before you realize you’ll have to be the one that starts this conversation.

“I miss him” you decide to start with, straight out of the gate. You agreed to be honest, after all, and that was the first thing on your mind, and it’s been on your mind all week. Your voice is quiet, meek even, but loud enough you know he’s heard you.

“I do too,” Marcus confesses, his arms tightening a little more around you, like he’s afraid you’ll be upset with his response.

You do gently pull away from Marcus’ hold, but only because you want to be able to look him in the eyes while you have this conversation so you gently push back and raise yourself up a bit so you’re fully on your side facing him. You settle his nerves by quickly wrapping both your hands around one of his and giving it a firm squeeze, bringing it to your lips to place a kiss on it.

“Why do you think he left?” You ask next, unable to hide the hurt in your voice.

“I don’t know” Marcus sighs deeply, his free hand coming up to scrub over his face. “I thought, at first, maybe you know it was me? Like what we did… he… didn’t like it or regretted it or something”

“Did you like it?” You flip the question back to Marcus. You assume he did, but you two really hadn’t had much of a conversation about it. He’d told you what they did, but didn’t dwell on it or how he’d felt about it.

“Um,” Marcus turns his face slightly away from you and you can see the tips of his ears turning a brighter shade of pink.

“Hey,” you say firmly, hands dropping his so you can place one on his cheek and force his gaze back to you. “Honesty, remember? There’s nothing you can say that will change how I feel about you, ok? Ever”

“I know, I’m sorry” he closes his eyes and takes a breath before opening them again and his gaze finally settles on you. “I… I mean, yes, ultimately. It was amazing. I came like… really fucking hard” he admits with a laugh to cover his obvious nerves and you offer a reassuring smile, nodding your head for him to continue. After a moment, he does. “I don’t know though, like I’ve never done anything with a guy before, or ever wanted to, so I think it was more so because it was Dave, rather than what we were doing? If… if that makes sense?” He tries, trailing off and unsure of how to articulate himself.

And it does make sense. At least to you. Because what had started between the three of you was supposed to be Dave offering you both something different, new, but then last weekend you had been with Dave in a similar way that you are with Marcus and you’d loved that too. And last night how Marcus was with you was everything Dave typically brought to the table and you loved that as well and yet, you still missed Dave. Not just the way he grabbed your hair when your mouth was around him, or the filthy words he’d murmur against your ear when he was deep inside you, or how his hand would tighten around your throat and release just moments before your orgasm inevitably crashed around you, but you missed him. You missed Dave.

“No, I get it” you finally say out loud, gently nodding your head. “Last night was… God Baby, that was fucking amazing” you admit, grin stretching across your features as you tilt your gaze back up to look at him and his own smile tugs at the corners of his lips like he’s elated to hear you say that.

“Yeah?” He questions with uncertainty in his tone.

“Yeah” you affirm with a solid single nod of your head. “But that’s kinda my point. Last night you gave me everything I could’ve wanted before and you did it so perfectly but…” you trail off, wanting to make sure you choose your words carefully but then you don’t have to because Marcus picks up on it immediately.

“But you still miss him”

“Yeah,” you shrug, your voice soft and you bring your gaze down to your lap, fingers absently picking at the sheet covering you. “Is that okay?”

Marcus heaves a sigh, pulling you close into his chest again and you go willingly, snuggling in his warmth and letting him hold you.

“Of course it’s ok”

There’s a long stretch of silence until finally Marcus murmurs into your hair, barely above a whisper but you hear him clear as day, “do you think you love him?”

Tears instantly well in your eyes and you turn your head to bury it in your husband's neck, bringing your own arms out to wrap around him and keep him close. You don’t give him any type of verbal confirmation or denial, because you haven’t really figured that out for yourself, but the non-answer is perhaps an answer enough itself for Marcus. He knows it the moment he feels the hot tears on his skin and he hugs you tighter, large hand splayed across your back gently smoothing up and down your spine and whispering quiet little affirmations about how it’s ok as he holds you in his arms.

You don’t need to assure Marcus that you still love him, or that your feelings for Dave in any way take away from what you feel for him. He knows, because deep down inside in a place that he hasn’t allowed his head or heart to go yet, he knows has similar feelings for Dave too but that it doesn’t change a single solitary thing he feels for you.

“I know, I know” he gently soothes, slightly rocking you in his arms as your tears begin to flow freely.

He continues to hold you, letting you cry until finally he hears you sniffle a few times and he knows the tears have begun to subside before he speaks again.

“I uh… went by his office. This week”

That gets your attention. You gently push away from his chest, quickly swiping at your wet face with your hands before you lean back enough so you can look at him again.

“He wasn’t there” Marcus quickly offers, before you get too invested. “But I asked around and someone eventually told me he took a sabbatical. I guess he was due for one for a while and never took it but Monday morning he came in and put in the request and told them it was urgent so they let him take it” Marcus finishes with a shrug.

Your heart sinks even further as Marcus tells you this. You had no idea it was this bad that Dave would rather abandon his job just to avoid seeing either of you. You still don’t understand it all, what happened. You wish he would just come back and talk to you, explain himself. Even if it was to officially end things, at least you’d know where he stands.

“Wherever he is, I hope he’s OK” you sigh, snuggling further into Marcus. At least you still had each other. Your mind doesn’t want to wonder whether or not Dave has someone in his own bed to help ease the pain away. Not that he doesn’t have every right to, but it hurts your heart too much to even consider that he might.

“Yeah, me too” Marcus echoes your sentiment, bringing his lips down to press to your forehead.

You spend the rest of the day naked in bed together, making love for hours. It’s slow and sensual at first as Marcus explores every inch of your body and you of his, re-cementing your bond through every touch and kiss. You both need this. When more urgent needs arise your pacing and breathing picks up but what doesn’t change is the way you hold each other's gaze the entire time, refusing to look away even as you both reach your climaxes and your eyes beg to squeeze shut. As the day drags on and the sun begins to set outside your bedroom window you’ve lost count of your combined orgasms, only taking breaks when you need a refractory period during which one of you will patter off to the kitchen to get something easy to eat in bed along with some water and bring it back for you both to refuel your energy.

You talk more too, in those in-between moments when your bellies are full and your libidos are taking a much needed rest. Eventually you even get into hypotheticals, what you would have done had Dave not left that night, how it would change things for your relationship going forward. You both agreed you wouldn’t mind him being a more permanent fixture in your lives,if that’s what he wanted. And not just for sex. You wanted to have dinners with him, and lazy Sunday mornings in bed. You wanted him to come over after a long day at work and all cuddle up on the couch together, or for him to let the two of you take care of him in whatever capacity he needs whenever he needs it. You just wanted Dave. Both of you did.

You realize though that talking like that only makes it hurt more, knowing Dave clearly didn’t want the same thing. Maybe you and Marcus had gotten too familiar with him, too close, and that’s why he left. He never signed up to be part of your marriage and maybe what you’d thought you’d felt that last night with him was just delusion on your part. If he’d felt what you felt, how could he have just walked away?

You both ultimately resign to the fact that it’s over, whatever you had with Dave, and you mourn the loss together and make the united decision to put all your efforts into building your marriage even stronger than it had been before. The two of you need each other more than ever to fill the Dave York sized hole that was left in both your broken hearts.

Less than a couple hundred miles away the man in question sat at a small dining room table in the overly priced and blandly decorated vacation cottage he had rented for the summer. The sound of his children laughing and playing in the front yard brought a smile to his face just as he lifted his coffee cup to taste that first morning sip. He’s thankful in this moment to his ex-wife for allowing him to take his girls on an impromptu summer getaway to the quaint little beach town just one state over in Delaware. He missed them, of course, and always wanted more time with them, but really and truly he needed an escape from his life. He knew it was only a matter of time before you or Marcus would come looking for him and knew that Marcus could easily get access into his office building with the credentials he had so he felt he had no choice. He couldn’t face either of you right now, it was too painful. He knew if he didn’t stop seeing you now, he’d never want to stop, and that’s not what either of you had signed up for. It was easier for everyone this way, he’d let you get back to your lives and he would rebuild his own into what it was before. Quiet, solitary, comfortable.

Over the two and a half months he was away he would occasionally pick up his phone and check on your social medias. Neither of you posted a lot, but when you did you always looked happy. Marcus with his arm around you at an outdoor music festival, cocktails on a patio somewhere at sunset, a picture of Marcus in a sharp suit at one of your work fundraiser events standing next to the coat check with a slightly crooked smile on his face and holding your purse for you with your cute little caption that read ‘name a more perfect husband, I’ll wait’. Marcus had ‘liked’ and replied to the post saying “anything for my perfect wife.”

And they were perfect, Dave mused with a heavy sigh, clicking off his phone and tossing it across the table before burying his face in his hands. He needed to stop this, it only made it harder instead of easier. His children were a great distraction during the day, but at nights when he was alone in bed, his mind and his dick always betrayed him and thought of the two of you. He’d wrap a fist around himself and close his eyes, picturing the way you looked up at him on that last night together when he stood broken and desperate at your doorstep. Or Marcus sinking to his knees in front of him in the shower, or the way he felt when tremors racked his body as he came with Dave’s strong arms wrapped around his wet body.

God he missed you. Both of you. And unfortunately for him his sabbatical was coming to an end and the school year would be starting for his kids again and he had to go home, face reality. It was ok though, he doubted you still thought of him or would even bother to come looking for him after all this time. He could go back to the way his life always was. Dave had always been good at compartmentalizing and he could do this, too, he thinks. Washington was plenty big for the three of you, what were the odds he’d even run into you?

He didn’t know it at the time, but he was about to find out.

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I figured I should interrupt everyone's dash for some notes on current real life things.

This is a hefty one, so I'm tucking everything below:

A little good news. As of this writing, I’ve sold 74 copies of The Vampyres, in eBook and paperback! That’s 74 more than I thought I would ever sell! Thank you to everyone who picked up a copy or asked your library to grab some. Especially when I know I haven’t been the most stellar self-marketer. I can’t remember the last time I opened the septic tank formerly known as Twitter, so it’s all been down to this little corner here and a skinny appearance in Goodreads. Which means I owe any attention this short and sinister tale has received to you all and plain old word-of-mouth.

That said, thank you x100000 to you and any new readers yet to take a look. (And doubly so for those of you who go out of their way to leave comments and reviews around for me to reread ad infinitum.)

For those not in the know, all the info on The Vampyres can be found here, and all my author odds and ends can be found on my website here.

On a less heartening note…

As I’d already expected, the market for career writers is…rough. Copywriting—and writing in general—is technically a big open field (full of caveat descriptions about having to work with/teach AI programs to eventually swallow your job)! Tons of open positions! Most of which either pay you in pocket change while you’re working full time or expect you to singlehandedly run the entire marketing of a business for slightly more pocket change. Everything else is bloated with contract and/or freelance work*.

*Read: Gig economy schlock trying to pass for an actual job position with payment being a coin toss. I’ve also seen one too many listings on the job boards that are volunteer positions. Plenty of exposure to rake in though, right? Ha. Ha ha.

I’ve still been applying like clockwork, same as the rest of my fellow creators trying to get by in a field that seems to actively punish trying to be a professional in said field, and still no bites further than an interview. I have years of experience and a degree, but everyone’s chasing the same crumbs, so. Yeah. I’ve got to start padding things out.

Reminder that I do have a (barely peddled) Ko-Fi. It’s there for art commissions and chucking a few spare bucks at. Which is an increasingly big ask these days, I know. You can’t scroll two posts down without hitting someone else’s Ko-Fi, Patreon, GoFundMe, Kickstarter, et cetera. We’re drowning in arting starvists here. And although I have been asked before whether I would consider going full Freelance Storywriter on top of selling art, I’m still a little hesitant on it. I do occasionally send out story submissions and have even gotten published a few times, but I get nauseous thinking about:

1) Putting up a paywall on the scribbles that assail me like a baseball bat wielded by an unmerciful Muse. 2) Putting up a ‘Stories for Sale!’ sign only to wind up disappointing prospective buyers because I didn’t do their blorbos justice even after researching X background for the piece. 3) Getting duped into being a nonconsenting ghostwriter and discovering someone else has published my work under their own name.

So, still a bit iffy on that. I’ll chew on it. But what else is left?

Before you click the button!

Stop!

NOT YET!

Before you click, please know that I am being serious about this as something to potentially make 1) something of good quality and 2) earn more money than it loses. Looking around at the merch-making/selling options, there are fees involved with making an account just about anywhere in the online store game, give or take the price tweaking needed for shipping and manufacturing blah blah blah.

With that in mind, please do not automatically hit ‘yes’ because you want to be nice. I appreciate it, but this isn’t the same thing as the Ko-Fi where there’s no real loss in just leaving it up and drawing something once every few months. This will take new designs, another subscription to pay for, more logistics to untangle for quality and pricing and all the rest of the mess. Only hit ‘yes’ if you, personally, genuinely, would like to purchase some nefarious See Arcane wares beyond a book or a digital drawing.

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gia's 6k fic rec list

first, and most importantly, I’d like to thank every single one of you who clicked on my little blog and hit the follow button; you absolutely rock! I’m so grateful and so appreciative to you for sticking around and bearing with me through all my crazed fandom phases and inactive periods. Because honestly, I know there’s been a lot of them...

...so, after having been on this app for so many years, and having read all the wonderfully crafted fics that I have, I thought, why not celebrate by making a fic rec list to gush over the beautiful writers who I not only admire and look up to (constantly might I add), but whose talent continues to blow me away every time they post!

without further ado, let’s get to it ;)

all of the fics on this list will be from different fandoms and categorized accordingly, and will be labelled either sfw or nsfw. If I have made any mistakes in the labelling of categories or the crediting of the works, please let me know <3

stranger things

steve harrington

A LITTLE BIT CLOSER by @ladylannisterxo 

nsfw — I don’t usually read a ton of smut fics, but by god, the writing in this one!!!!! absolute perfection. The pacing, the flow, the energy, I couldn’t stop myself, and I didn’t want to.

REPEAT by @hairringtonsteve

sfw — what a fucking cool concept, and an even more spectacular execution. I don’t know if you’ll end up seeing this, but I’ve been a reader of yours for a while, and everything you post just brings me so much joy. Your style, your creativity, it’s unmatched; thank you for everything you’ve written

MAMMA MIA! HOW CAN I RESIST YOU? by @the-archxr

sfw — cute, adorable, fluffy, hilariously beautiful; I loved this so much. It’s everything I could want in a fic, and the interactions between the reader, max, and el, feel so sisterly and genuine, it made my heart soar

ALMOST PARADISE by @hawkinsindiana

sfw (ongoing series) — if you enjoy a good Henderson!reader and love steve harrington, then this series is for you. Perfectly crafted and wonderfully written, it belongs in a museum. The dedication is phenomenal and inspiring! I wish I could do what you do

BROKEN BODY by @gonzobuckley

nsfw — this piece is so simplistic, it doesn’t even feel like I’m reading (more like it’s flowing through my mind), and yet, it’s also so complex. Your style, your dialogue, your ability to portray the characters and their emotions is delightfully raw. I enjoyed every second

eddie munson

TAPES FOR MY LOVER by @skyebounded

nsfw — when I tell you I cried reading this, I deeply mean that. What a wonderfully written piece of art; this had me in my fucking feels all the way through

jonathan byers

SINCE WE WERE YOUNG by @v-writings

slight nsfw — I’ve always been more of a steve girl myself, but this fic made me feel things... maybe I can be a jonathan girl too?

marvel

tasm!peter parker

BEST FRIENDS by @ptersparkers

sfw — you know, I’m a simp for a good old friends to lovers, and this was p e r f e c t!! You had me hooked from the first line; absolutely heartwarming and riveting

NO WORDS NEEDED by @genesisrose74

sfw — touch starved peter parker??? Um…. What could be more enticing than that? This was so cute and fluffy! I love your style, their dynamic is adorable

SECRETS AND SKATEPARKS by @earthgirl616

sfw — the blueprint for tasm!peter parker fics for me… honestly this one is so well written, I’ve come back to it a zillion times. From the reader calling Peter hot without even knowing, to the accidental confession, to the perfect dialogue; this is a must read!

matt murdock

ASK ME TOMORROW by @murdockparker

sfw — your writing style is so fucking phenomenal, it’s unreal; and the way you allow the characters to interact feels so genuinely pure

MY NUMBER by @darling-i-read-it

sfw— what a fucking awesome crossover. I loved every second of this! The banter between Matt and the reader was superb, and the dynamic between the reader and Clint was so heart wrenchingly developed. So. So. So. Good!

loki

LOOKING AT THE PAST by @evendeadlmthehero

slight nsfw — this piece sent me on a journey of emotions. It was happy, it was sad, it was filled with anger and love. And it truly showed Loki’s growth as a character. He was ready to live on earth for the reader, ready to settle down, (instant swoon), it’s genuinely too good!

peter maximoff

HAPPINESS by @free-pool-trash

sfw — you knew I had to do it right? I couldn’t not add the queen of Peter Maximoff fics herself... that would be a downright crime. You know how I feel about your writing, it’s out of this fucking world, indescribably good. Everything you post turns to gold.

IT MUST’VE BEEN SOMETHING YOU SAID by @v-writings

nsfw — if you want to read just about one of the best fics on this site, please, please, please, click on this masterpiece. Seemingly a good old enemies to lovers becomes so much more, so much deeper than what meets the eye. And the way Peter’s character, his insecurities are captured, it’s other worldly

bucky barnes

GRAVEYARD by @wkemeup

sfw — one of the best fics that I think I’ve ever read. I don’t tend to delve into the bucky side of marvel fanfics, but this one is just *chef’s kiss* I loved every detail!

dc

battinson!bruce wayne

A WORLD ALONE by @vigilvntes

sfw — so. so. so. good! A must read for any battinson fans out there. I loved Bruce’s relationship with the reader and how flawlessly you portrayed it

edward nashton

THE SICILIAN DEFENCE by @ultravires

sfw — Your writing style is so poetically sweet, it’s addicting really. Admittedly I’m also a bit of a chess fanatic so this was quite perfect, and I loved every word

THE ONE I LOVE, THE ONE I LEFT BEHIND by @mypoisonedvine

nsfw — when I read this for the first time, I thought about it for days after. Then I read it again, and again, and again. You must get this a lot (and you’ll probably never see this), but your writing is awe inspiring, it’s breathtaking and beautifully nuanced. It almost doesn’t feel like I’m reading at all, almost like it’s a moving picture in my mind. And as someone who has struggled with dyslexia for my entire life, that feeling is wonderful. So thank you. You’re truly amazing.

adrian chase

HOT VENOM & SWEETEST TOUCH by @jangofctts

nsfw — your way of writing dialogue is so quick and witty, I couldn’t stop myself from bursting out in laughter every few lines. It’s utterly raw with talent. And I’ve never read anyone portray Adrian’s character better!

bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

FORGIVE ME by @benedictscanvas

slight nsfw — “Do not deny me this, Y/N. Do not deny me the feelings I have harboured since we were children.” I swooned at this line…. I’m a sucker for a good childhood friends to lovers, especially when it comes to Benedict Bridgeton ;)

A BET BETWEEN LOVERS by @saintlike78

sfw — benedict and his happily married wife??? And a good old fashioned bet??? Count me in! This was so cute and such an amazing read!

I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE LOVED BY YOU by @iliveiloveiwrite

sfw — I think this was the first benedict fic that I ever read, and to this day is remains my favourite. I can’t thank you enough for blessing us readers with all your wonderful pieces, from bridgerton, to harry potter, to stranger things, I love it all! Your talent is absolutely endless <3

BEHIND THE BUSHES by @shelby-love

sfw — the dynamic of the reader’s relationship with benedict is truly adorable. I loved how throughout the piece, it became about them discovering more of each other, as they fell in love. And through that, they realized that the other is the only one they could imagine marrying. Absolutely amazingly written!

harry potter

fred weasley

HARD ROCK by @darthwheezely

sfw — “”Studying me like one of your rocks?” “No, like one of my primates actually,” you said coolly.” The dialogue in this was too good! It was so cute, sweet, and had my heart happy as a clam

SHEER BRILLIANCE & EVALUATIONS by @weelittleweasley     

sfw — I loved this au so much! From the character interactions, to the perfect dialogue that flowed wonderfully, I couldn’t get enough. Thank you for blessing us with this piece of art!

george weasley

X OF SWORDS by @free-pool-trash

sfw — to the greatest peter maximoff writer on this hellsite, caoimhz, you can write for any character and immediately portray them perfectly. And boy did you capture george weasley! This is only part one of three, but what a masterpiece this is

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by @spacexcowgirl

sfw — the ability you have to make readers connect with the characters is insane. From the first word of this fic, I was pulled in, invested in the dynamic of the relationship between george and the reader. This is fucking fantastic and deserves all the recognition!

harry potter 

STILL A BLIND DATE by @w1segirl

sfw — suuuuuuper cute, the fluffy feels of this were amazing. I couldn’t stop smiling the entire time... and who doesn’t love a good fic filled with mutual pining???

BLOOM by @iliveiloveiwrite

sfw — this felt like a therapy session and a warm hug from a loved one, all wrapped up into one perfectly crafted fic. Your writing style echos this sense of intense wisdom and understanding of people and their feelings, and it’s a pleasure to be able to read it, <3

neville longbottom

FEVER PITCH by @melmalone

nsfw — dude, I don’t think there’s much I need to say, other than to go read this piece of art!!! I love your writing so much; you hit it out of the park with everything you post, please teach me your ways!

charlie weasley

PRACTICALLY A WEASLEY (MINI SERIES) by @lupinlongbottom

sfw — the best charlie weasley fic(s) hands down! The writing is phenomenal and the interactions are just absolute perfection.

sirius black

JUST MY TYPE by @pmparker

sfw — super cute! This piece had me smiling like a little child the whole way through. It’s so fluffy and sweet, I think my teeth may have rotted away…my dental bill is going to be through the roof

remus lupin

THE TORTUROUS YEAR (SERIES) by @marauder--harder 

sfw — this series is like gold dust. And if you’re anything like me, meaning you love a good remus fic, look no further. You won’t regret a second of this fantastical ride... so what are you waiting for???

james potter

WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME? by @harrytpotter

sfw — I adored the obliviousness of this, especially the moment where James is like, oh shit, maybe I’m in love with my best friend… the dynamics are perfect; it’s so wonderfully done!

miscellaneous

castiel

ILLUME (PART ONE) & (PART TWO) by @sp-oops

nsfw — I felt everything reading this, desperation, hope, embarrassment, every single feeling I could feel. This is an immersive experience, and if you love castiel like I do, give this a read (or twenty)…

obi-wan kenobi

WHY IS THE GIRL HERE? & DOVE by @no-droids

nsfw — attention all star wars reader insert fans, if you haven’t read this fic, you are severely missing out. One of the best things I’ve read in my entire life. If I had an ounce of your talent, I could die happy right now

spencer reid

THE VERY ESSENCE OF LOVE by @reidscanehand

sfw — the tension, the letter of confession, the will they won’t they, the plot lines, everything about this is so perfectly done. I went through a roller coaster of emotions reading it, and I loved every moment

A SILLY LITTLE FABLE by @spencersimp

sfw — the cutest, sweet little piece on one of the most memorable scenes in criminal minds (in my opinion)

sapnap

REASONS NOT TO KISS HER by @daninotfound

sfw — now, minecraft fan fiction is not usually a realm that I find myself diving into, but this??? This is a fucking masterpiece — it’s the Mona Lisa, the Sistine Chapel and starry night all wrapped into one. I can’t recommend this more

bbc merlin

JADE & EMERALD & VIRIDIAN by @okay-j-hannah

sfw — I watched merlin for the first time about a year and a half ago, and since then, I’ve probably watched about 5 or 6 times. I fell in love with the characters and the stories it told, and this series captured it wonderfully. I felt like as I was reading, I was actually watching the show. Thank you so much for writing this masterpiece!

armitage hux

REBEL (SERIES) by @fireinmoonshot

sfw — this series!!!!! This fucking series, oh my god! I remember when each chapter was being released, I would wake up early in the morning before school and read each chapter. This is a story I will never forget, and one that I will read over and over again. To the author, your writing is flawlessly crafted, and I can’t thank you enough for allowing us readers to lose ourselves in it

10th doctor

DIAMONDS IN THE SKY by @abbaqueen

sfw — I’ve been following you for a while now, and I can’t thank you enough for the wonderful writing you put out. This is the cutest and best tenth doctor piece I’ve ever read, and I will always come back to it

gabriel (spn)

NOT EMPTY NOW by @sp-oops

nsfw — art, art, gorgeous art. How you made something so dreary (the apocalypse) seem so light hearted through the character’s wit and banter was perfect. Loved, loved, loved this!

I just wanted to say a massive thank you to every author that is on this list. You bring so much joy into the lives of us readers, and you deserve all the love in the world. Keep doing what you do, you shine so bright!

I will probably be adding more fics to this list as I’m sure I missed a few in my haste to release this for you, as well as I’ll be adding more as I come across more wonderful fics that I love <3

love,

✨gia✨

[frvnkcastles]

SOMETHING TO DREAM ABOUT ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Various moments between you, Frank and your glasses. (Fem!reader, some descriptions added.)

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s note: Y’all, I am so nervous posting this because I have never posted on Tumblr before but I figured I might as well. I’ve been posting on AO3 for years now but I think Tumblr might be more active and eager to react so here I am :) I’m still figuring everything out so bear with me!

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. That was immediately crystal-clear to you — even with old, fading bruises and fresh cuts on his face, even with a beaten nose and an eternal scowl etched onto his rough features, he was nothing short of breath-taking and you wanted nothing more than to spend the entire evening mapping out all the details of his face.

But, considering you were at your friend’s birthday party, that was probably not appropriate.

Maybe Frank would have preferred it, though, because this definitely wasn’t his scene. He was only here because he had a soft spot for your best friend, something she had mentioned to you in passing before but you had still never seen him apart from the news. He didn’t look so scary now, obviously awkward and uncomfortable sipping a beer in the corner of the room while your best friend’s other guests mingled with each other. He had even bothered to put on the one black button-up he had without blood on it.

”Okay, so, I see you eyeing Frank and I’m kinda glad, ’cause I have to admit I had an ulterior motive with this party”, your best friend intervened with your thoughts, and with a frown melting onto your forehead, you turned to face her again.

”Don’t be mad, but I totally think you two would hit it off! You’re this… anxious ball of love and kindness and he’s a protective ole’ teddy bear who’s been through the wringer. You’re both introverts, you both love dogs—”, she continued rambling, and with a scoff, you waved your hand to stop her from going any further.

”Save the pitch, I don’t think The Punisher wants anything to do with me”, you argued, although your gaze still lingered on him. It was safe to say that you were wary when it came to relationships — blame it on the familial trauma and the worst examples when it came to marriage, but you also knew that your best friend wouldn’t set you up with just anyone.

Pouting, she took your drink from you. ”Do me a favour, please. If you hate him, I’ll never try this again”, she insisted, and with a huff, you glanced at her and then back at the brooding, tall man. He did look good in that button-up.

Without a word, you adjusted your glasses and stepped past your friend to make it towards Frank, not even quite sure what you would say to him. In the end, you settled for good old,

”Hi.”

He had noticed you already. Fuck, of course he had. You were adorable in every possible definition of the word, with your floral dress and your black, heavy boots that almost matched his, not to mention the shaped glasses hanging on your nose. His throat closed up at the way your dark curls fell on your collarbones, and the sight of your twinkling smile made him hastily draw a sip from his beer to avoid dry mouth.

”Hey”, he grunted before licking his lips and nodding towards your friend, who was definitely not watching the two of you from behind the cake. ”She make you come up to me?”

Your smile fell at the idea of being the umpteenth woman your friend had sent his way. ”Yeah”, you swallowed, ”does she do this to you a lot?” A wave of nerves washed over you and you began fiddling with your fingers, something Frank noticed immediately, as well as the chipped nail polish.

”Nah. Just mentioned that there’d be someone special tonight”, he corrected you, but his words did very little to ease your anxiety — if anything, being put in the spotlight made it worse. He could see it on your face, and it pushed a chuckle out of him before he extended a hand for you to take. ”Frank”, he introduced himself curtly, and with a renewed smile, you took his much, much larger hand and shook it gently.

Okay, maybe approaching him hadn’t been the worst idea.

He certainly was glad you did. Before he knew it, you had gotten under his skin, and the more time he spent with you, the more obvious it became.

He was still kept up at night thinking about that time you had stitched him up for the first time. He had a nasty gash on his hip, and the tension in your apartment had been thick enough to cut with a knife — you had been on your knees, he had been on the couch, stripped down to just his boxers and giving you words of encouragement when you hesitated with the needle.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had hissed in pain when you had poked him with the needle and you had apologized profusely, prompting a gruffly spoken ”’S okay, sweetheart. You’re doin’ good.” Then he had really looked at you in the dimly-lit living room and the words had just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

”Ya got new glasses”, he had noted, stating the obvious and catching your attention. You had halted, looked up at him and broken into a ridiculously sweet smile, one that still made his heart do flips when he thought back to it.

”You noticed”, you had hummed softly, clearly touched by his attentiveness, and he could swear he could pinpoint the exact moment he knew he wanted to kiss you.

”Yeah”, he had breathed out, ”they look nice on you.”

You made him feel at home without even knowing, your presence always reassuring and encouraging, your positive energy and big, sympathetic heart an absolute contrast to his gruff, scary demeanor. And yet, it worked so well. He longed to touch you, hold you, kiss you, shield you from the world and learn everything about you. He was undeniably falling for you and there was nothing he could do about it even if he wanted to.

Your friend had heard all about it, fucking Red had heard all about it, though that was more so because one skip of Frank’s heart had exposed him entirely. Lieberman hadn’t heard much but picked up on it easily, right before proceeding to tease Frank about it and then declare being in love looked good on him. And now, the group Curt had introduced him to was hearing all about it.

”She’s real good, y’know?” Frank thought out loud, a ridiculous grin on his face as he looked down at the cup of coffee in his hands and huffed. ”It’s—it’s weird, I guess. Didn’t think I’d feel that way about anyone again. And don’t get me wron’, I… I miss my wife like crazy. Every day. But this girl… lemme tell you, she makes me feel like, uh, like there’s hope. Yeah. Yeah, that’s… that’s kinda cliché. But she makes me wanna believe that every day doesn’t have to just be survivin’. There can be somethin’ real and meaningful. Because she is. She is so fuckin’ special. She’s kind and understanding and against all odds she… it’s the way she looks at me, yeah? Like I ain’t a monster or—or broken. She looks at me like I’m…”, Frank explained, trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. You looked at him like he was beautiful. Good. Worthy. He still fought to believe in it, but you made it a little easier for him.

”Sounds like you really care about her, son”, one of the older men chimed in when Frank failed to speak up again, and with an almost embarrassed chuckle, he glanced at his fingertips before giving the man a look.

”Yes, sir. Got that right”, he confirmed, his heart jumping at his chest at the mere thought of you and your bashful smiles. There was no feeling sweeter than making you grin like that, awkward but flattered, like you didn’t believe you were as cute as he had said. But you were. You were.

”Why don’t you ask her out? Life is too short to pine”, another older man scoffed, a little unimpressed with Frank’s lack of action, and at that, the Castle snorted.

”Nah, I… I want to. Just feels a lil’ unfair to her, ’s all. How can I drag her into all my shit, y’know?” Frank contemplated with a frown, and at that, Curtis finally took the turn to speak, a small smile on his face.

”It’d be her decision, Frank. It’s scary, it is, but… she’s a grown woman. It’s not unfair to give her the choice to stick by your side. I mean, who knows — maybe she’ll reject you”, he pointed out tauntingly, and at that, Frank laughed — great pep talk. Nevertheless, he knew Curt had a point. ”But maybe she’ll say yes. And maybe it won’t be a walk in the park but any baggage is easier for two to carry than one. If she wants you like you want her… it’s not dragging her into anything. That’s what companionship is. Standing by your loved one even when it gets tough”, Curt continued, before speaking the words that finally convinced Frank, ”would you not do the same for her?”

The next time Frank saw you, you were once again meeting your mutual friend. The diner she had coaxed you both into was bustling with people and noise and yet, the only thing you seemed to notice was each other. As soon as Frank entered the quaint diner, he spotted you laughing with your friend, the joy in your voice reaching his ears in a way that had him suppressing a smile while making his way over to the right booth. His tall frame striding past the other people caught your eye almost immediately, and when you saw his dark eyes staring back at you, your laugh melted into a shy smile while greeting him.

”You look nice”, Frank noted while seating himself opposite you and your friend, his nod directed at the both of you but the way his eyes lingered on you made heat crawl to your cheeks. Picking at the sleeves of your dress, you couldn’t help but wonder if you looked nice enough, and on cue, Frank leaned in while licking his lips. ”Real nice”, he emphasized, and it made your heart swell as you met his gaze.

”Thank you”, you breathed out, ”you too, Frankie.” Between the nickname, your signature perfume and the kind look in your eyes, Frank could have combusted right there and then, but instead simply leaned back in his seat and exhaled.

”Oh, my order’s up, I think”, your friend cleared her throat with a knowing smile. ”Why don’t you two catch up?” she planned mischievously before slinking away, leaving you and Frank chuckling awkwardly while observing one another.

God, he was so pretty. He put your stomach in knots and filled your chest with butterflies and made your knees weak and you so wanted to tell him but in the end… you just smiled up at him in silence, hoping he’d realize how much you adored him.

”Hey, this is gonna be weird”, you broke the peace, getting up from your seat so you could slide next to his and give him a doe-eyed look, the kind that made his breathing pick up. ”But your shirt looks really soft and my glasses have so many fingerprints on them”, you finished, and immediately, he choked out a laugh but gave you an encouraging nod.

You grinned and reached for the hem of his t-shirt, trying your damnedest not to accidentally brush against his bare skin while you took off your glasses and quickly began swiping the lenses with the material. Frank was speechless, unable to do anything except stare at your teeth sinking into your bottom lip while you diligently scrubbed the glasses.

”Hey, uh… I was thinkin’”, he coughed, swallowing thickly when you put your glasses back on but remained close to him, the height difference forcing you to look up at him. ”Yeah, uh, I was wonderin’ if you, uh, maybe wanted to do somethin’ together some time? Just the two a’us?” he questioned with his eyebrows furrowed as if he was doubting himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

He looked a little shy, even, his lips twitching adorably as he eyed you carefully, and certain that your heart would burst, you just managed a nod.

”Yeah?”

The sheer amazement in his voice made you giddy to a point where you couldn’t hold back an incredulous laugh, nodding again and again to confirm. ”I would really like that. I could make you dinner?” you proposed, and with narrowed eyes, Frank tilted his head at you, suddenly spiked with confidence. He was so used to being nervous with you, but now, realizing you felt the same way around him, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

”Think we could do it together? Wouldn’t want you put you out. And, you know, more time for us to spend together, right?” he planned, and with your heart swinging in your chest, you exhaled shakily.

”Does tomorrow work for you?” you uttered out, unable to believe you were a promise away from having a date with Frank. And with the same, astonished thought, Frank broke into a grin.

”It’s a date, sweetheart.”

And as promised, he showed up to your apartment the next evening and helped you with the pasta meal you had agreed upon. Both of you got over your initial nerves and in a blink of an eye, it was almost midnight and you were laughing on your couch, your loud cackle probably disturbing your neighbors but giving Frank an absolute sense of peace. He snorted into his wine glass over his own, stupid joke, his ego boosted by making you so amused and entertained.

”I am really glad you came tonight, Frankie”, you sighed, a shy smile taking over as you eyed him and placed a hand over his. His stomach swung at the feeling and he exhaled before turning to face you and nodding.

”Me too, sweetheart”, he whispered. Before either of you could say anything else, he noticed the stray eyelash on one of your lenses and leaned forward. ”Stay still f’me”, he spoke lowly, and not daring to even breathe, you watched the concentration tug on his eyebrows and narrow his eyes as he sat an inch from your face.

Carefully, he lifted his finger up to your glasses and with his trimmed nail, caught the eyelash and observed it briefly before blowing it away. The warm air touched upon your face, as well, and you exhaled heavily when he seemed to stay right there, not moving even though he was so, so close.

Fuck it, he thought. He had spent enough time fantasizing about the touch and taste of your lips — he needed to take action. And so, he gently placed a hand on your jaw and pulled you in to close the imperceptible distance between. Your lips met in the middle and your eyes closed on instinct, your hands clamoring up to his knees to balance yourself as he kissed you; first, sweet and tender, but eventually he leaned in deeper and his tongue took your breath away.

The air got hot and heavy and your hand wound up wrapped up in the chest of Frank’s button-up — the same one he had worn the first time you had met, and you felt light-headed when he pulled away. Your eyes met for a fleeting second, but no words were needed for him to dive back in and paw at your hips so you would get the hint and straddle him. You pushed him back onto the cushions enough to sit on his lap, his back pressed against the couch and his feet planted firmly on the ground as he let you tower over him.

And it was so goddamn better than he had ever been able to imagine.

When he was finally balanced over you in your bed, your chest rising and falling beneath him and his chain hanging above your face, he reached to take your glasses off of your eyes. It took you a few blinks to get accustomed to him being right there, the cuts and bruises on his face looking so soft now, and you slowly smiled while taking in the sight of him. From the endlessly deep and dark eyes to the swollen lips, he was beautiful and you couldn’t help but feel so lucky to be right here with him, legs wrapped around his hips and his fingers interlocking with yours.

He made damn sure to grab your glasses for you the next morning, too.

And it became a routine. Still now, an entire year later, he rolled over to you on the bed and attached his lips to your temple while murmuring a husky good mornin’ baby into your skin, before reaching over onto the nightstand and grabbing your glasses. While your eyes got oriented to the morning light, he gently unfolded the frames and slid the glasses onto your face, a smile curling his lips upwards as he did.

”There’s my pretty girl”, he mumbled before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Yeah, he was pretty damn in love.

[skarlettskwrl]

Embedding images on AO3: A Guide V2

Hi,

So, I thought I would go back and make an updated version of the A03 embedding image guide I made back in September of 2022.

This choice was mainly due to one of the options being viable.

Discord.

Due to the rise in malware distribution, Discord has set expirations on Discord links. This only applies to links that are used outside of Discord.

This short video explains this well

So, If we wanted to use the option, we would need to update the link every 24 hrs in your work.

Not great.

I know I also feel the salt.

Well, with that out the way, let's dive in.

A03 doesn’t actually allow for image hosting itself, so that’s why third-party hosting is needed.

In this guide, we will use these as possible choices to host our images

Google Drive

Tumblr

Imgur

https://postimages.org/

Other contenders:

IMGBB https://imgbb.com/

imgbox https://imgbox.com/

IMGBAM https://www.imagebam.com/

Image venue https://www.imagevenue.com/

Paste board https://pasteboard.co/

(Most if not all if these options listed require signup)

But really there are many options to choose from. If you have any recommendations, comment, and I’ll add them in.

Before we upload, you may need to compress your image(s) to shave them down to size, as some of these options upload size caps.

I recommend https://compressjpeg.com/ for this task. Or you may choose whatever your preference is.

Hosting options:

Option 1: Google Drive

In Google Drive, create a new folder with the image(s) or subfolders for further organization.

Right-click and select New Folder, and name this folder whatever you want.

Now upload your image(s)

Right-click on your image and hit share.

Hit Copy link

The link you have should look something like this

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Nt17i9jx8LYffyQQew6D2x4HYxXFM0_B/view?usp=sharing

But as is it won't work! We need to modify it first!

Remove the

/view?usp=sharing

at the end of the link to work with AO3

Now, you have a working link from Google Drive that is ready to use.

Your modified link should look like…

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Nt17i9jx8LYffyQQew6D2x4HYxXFM0_B

This Google Drive portion was from this guide here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28132845

Option 2 Tumblr:

Tumblr is not always the best platform to use, as blogs can get deleted or URLs can change. But I’ll include it here anyway.

On mobile

Long tap the image you wish to use in a post.

You will be presented with this menu.

Tap share photo.

Then, you will be presented with another menu.

On the desktop, it will basically be the same.

Right-click on the image and hit copy image address.

Now, you have a working link from Tumblr that is ready to use.

Option 3: Imgur

First sign up for an account. I would recommend this because last year, Imgur began deleting images not tied to a user account. This means that if you upload an image without an account, the image link may eventually expire and the image will be deleted.

Create a new post

Upload your desired photo(s).

Do not hit the Grab Link button

It will not work with AO3

Instead, right, click on the image and hit copy image link or address, depending on your browser.

Now your Imgur Link is ready to use.

Option 4: Using an image hosting service like postimages.org

You can create an account for free with this one. This is pretty straightforward, so I’ll gloss it over.

Once logged in you will be presented with this page.

Upload your image, and you will be taken to this page.

Copy Direct link

Now, you have a working link from postimages ready to use.

Step 2: Inserting and fitting the image

Head over to Ao3.

Go to the new or existing chapter in which you wish to embed image(s).

HTML OPTION:

Make sure in the HTML editor view.

This is located next to the rich text button in the Worktext section, as shown.

Now, find the place in the text where the image should go...

Now, preview your work to confirm the link is correct.

As you can see the image worked but in my case the image was waaaayyy too big.

So, we can add the width and height attributes to scale the image to a more comfortable size.

First, we need to know the exact dimensions of the image.

This can be done by looking at the size in an image app or can be done with an online tool.

Record these values

In this example, the image is 1080x2400

Now divide each by the same factor; this is important to avoid compressing or stretching the image.

In this example, We quartered/ divided them by 4.

Width = 1080/4 = 270px Hieght = 2400/4 = 600px

Record these values

And update the img tag

<p> <img src="" alt="" width="" height=""/> </p>

src is the path to the URL.

alt is the alternative text for the image. This is used for accessibility as well as be a modern web standard.

width is the image width in pixels

height is the image height in pixels

You insert your values in between the double quotes.

ALWAYS TO REMEMBER:

to close your quote _

to close your image tag

to close and include your units

Here it is much better.

RICH TEXT OPTION:

Make sure in the Rich Text editor view.

Set the cursor where you want the image. Click the image icon.

Set the values in this form.

Use the URL we generated in one of the previous 4 options.

Set the Image description

The width and height may be input automatically; if you are unsure, consult the HTML OPTION to find the dimensions and how to rescale an image.

Here’s how it looks after posting

Well, that concludes my simple guide to AO3 image embedding. Thanks for reading to the end.

[s1lly-gh02tz]

So I made a hc/rant/character analysis on spamton a few weeks ago and after reading over Jevil’s wiki page I decided to make one for him🥳

Personality:

I see Jevil as a pretty childish person. He struggles to take things seriously and he always jokes around during serious situations, even before he lost grasp of himself. He also does things very impulsively. If it comes to mind, he’ll do it without a second thought. It usually ends up with somebody getting physically hurt.

Jevil isn’t a very emotional person. He doesn’t really understand that what he’s been through and his emotions mean so he doesn’t really feel sad about it. However while he is “free” he does feel very lonely and everything he’s been through finally hits him. He realizes that he’s screwed up. He’s upset for a while but then he realizes it doesn’t matter. Everything’s just a game. He can do whatever he wants. This also means he ignores his emotions sometimes and does things to his absolute limits.

Story:

I see Seam as more of a friend/parental figure towards Jevil. I see Seam a lot older than Jevil and a lot more responsible and caring. They’re able to keep Jevil out of as much trouble as possible. The both of them always enjoyed playing games together, while that either playing literal games, doing tricks using their powers or fighting each other (but never actually hurting eachother)

The two were very well known and successful as entertainers. They would always perform for the king and large crowds and they loved it. Seam would for example, “cut Jevil in half” like that one magic trick. Jevil would juggle different things Seam threw at him etc etc.

Eventually when one day Jevil met that someone it entirely changed his view of the world. Although before he was childish, impulsive, and could never take things seriously all of these qualities basically doubled. He would speak very fast and always repeat words, making it a tad hard to understand sometimes. Seam became worried as time went on until one day Jevil took things too far, probably hurting someone.

This broke out a fight between them, first with yelling, and ending violently. Both of them were very skilled fighters, however Jevil had Seam beat. After a long, bloody battle Jevil swung the Devilsknife and took out the button in Seam’s eye, worsening their sight in that eye. Finally Jevil snapped out of his insanity for a moment. He couldn’t believe what he had done. He didn’t know how to feel.

Before things got any worse he was locked away in the castle. While in prison, the loneliness only made him drift further and further into insanity. He realized that he was the only one truly free. He was the only one who knew that everything was truly just a game. He could do anything while in there.

Although he laughed everything off, as I stated he missed everyone. He missed his friends, he missed Seam. But although he didn’t want to admit it, he was scared to see them again. He knew what he did was awful.

Other relationships:

OK OK SO THIS SECTION IS VERY HEADCANONY. NONE OF THIS (Or most atleast) ISNT CANON😫

anyways spamvil time🥳

so I’ve already said before what I think their relationship was before and after and how they met in my Spamton “analysis/headcanon” post. However I want to talk about what happened after they divorced.

While Jevil was in prison, he looked back on a lot of things, Spamton being one of them. They both really loved eachother. However when the both were driven into insanity, they couldn’t handle each other. Both of them weren’t themselves. Besides the two are actually pretty different if you think about it. For example, Spamton doesn’t feel in control. He’s a puppet. Jevil however is the opposite. He feels in control and that whatever he does, doesn’t matter. He can do whatever and it won’t affect anything.

Ok no more spamvil ☹️ seam time 🔥

As I said before I see seam as a parental figure towards Jevil. they took care of him and kept him safe. They were a great parent, however they couldn’t handle him after he met that person.

I don’t exactly know how Seam met Jevil but for a while Jevil helped Seam run their shop. Seam themself didn’t really have many friends, nor did they really want any. They liked being alone. However, they very much enjoyed Jevil’s company. He could really brighten seam’s day.

After all that shit happened, Jevil was fought and defeated, I feel like him and Seam reunited. Again, I haven’t really thought of how but maybe it would go along unexpectedly. Like Jevil could just be strolling around the kingdom and unexpectedly run into Seam’s shop. He didn’t really know what to do but he knew it would be best for him to just keep walking. He didn’t want to see what he had done to Seam, because he had blocked out as much of the memory as possible. However Seam did see Jevil outside.

Seam stepped out and called Jevil back. Jevil, for one of the first times ever, was scared. He looked Seam in the eyes and felt a wave of sadness and guilt. He saw the tear in Seam’s eye. The stitches holding together their fur. Unexpectedly, Seam was excited to see him. They hugged him and told Jevil how much they’d missed him. Jevil completely broke down, apologizing profusely for what he’d done. He cared about Seam more than anything. Seam had done so much for him. But Seam wasn’t mad. Seam realized what had happened to Jevil. They knew something had happened to make him that way

They hugged it out and stuff and they’re good now😸

Ok that’s about it! Lmk if anything’s screwed up bc I literally just came up with all of this on the spot😎

[four-bastard-bustle]

You know I've always wondered how your interpretation of Matt would've reacted to being punched in the face by Tord in the end part one. Like, he seems the kind of guy who would either go whimper and hide behind Edd like a puppy or would punch back.

Ok so like see this is where you unleashed the floodgates because ive thought abt this scene for ages because its such a peak example of ew(legacy) failing the serious/emotional moments. Making this piece of violence work in a sea of violence is no small undertaking, but I think what it really comes down to is the difference in context between the guys slapping each other around for shits n giggles with no real malice, and the outright fury expressed by Tord in that scene in the episode. If that had been emphasised more, it couldve been peak I think.

This is kind of a lot so its going under the cut

But like, my version of Matt specifically. I mentioned in a couple posts that he was abused pretty heavily as a kid and was occasionally even hit by his father. So having someone suddenly express clear fury over him for doing whatever he was doing and punch him brings back a massive flood of terrible memories. Usually, when one of the other guys hits him, Matt starts whining and complaining. He’s the type to talk and yell a lot when he gets mad. But the sudden fear he feels makes him completely clam up. This is further compounded by the fact that Tord (and by extension Red Leader) goes nonverbal when furious.

Matt lies there on the cold floor. In his mind he sees all the times his father has held him down and “lectured” him for “inappropriate behaviour”. Sometimes he’d even hold his son down by the neck and start squeezing. Strong hands grab his collar and he can feel the air being choked out of him. Matt is surprised that he’s being liften up instead of pushed down for once.

His mind reeling, he can’t tell if the face staring at him in a blind fury is his father’s or “Tord”’s. They’re blending together. They look so terrifyingly similar.

The monster raises its fist but something stops it. A hand clad in green is holding the monster back. There’s talking. Matt wishes he could hear any words. Everything is just ringing for him.

Edd for his part is very much overwhelmed with this situation. As much as he cares for his friends, he is TERRIBLE with conflict resolution. So far, he’s been lucky enough to never need it, but also so far any scraps the boys have gotten into were just petty arguments. This is very different.

Edd starts by just telling “Tord” to let Matt go, at which his grip tightens. He really doesn’t want to add to this by getting physical too, so he just repeats the command, but a little more gently. The fist Edd is holding back shakes a little, but finally “Tord” lets Matt go.

The sound of heavy breathing is filling the room, and no one is able to look one another in the eyes. But after a bit, Red Leader finally collects himself enough to express one clear command.

“Get out of my room.”

Matt doesn’t need to be told twice, and though he’s on shaky legs, he hurries out. Edd gives Tord one more glance before leaving as well. But not without first telling Tord that the two of them are going to talk about this later, when he’s calmed down.

After that, he brings an ice pack to Matt’s attic. The cold helps with the swelling and with Matt’s ongoing panic attack.

But really, Edd is feeling just about every negative emotion right now. He hates how he froze up in shock for a second when Matt got punched instead of immediately helping him up. He wonders why the hell “Tord” felt this protective over a stupid ass button. He hates seeing one of his friends lose himself in a fury this way. He hates seeing another one of his friends have a full on panic attack. He hates that this is kind of the best he can do right now. And he wonders, just what the hell is going on with “Tord” and his secret room.

I want the scene to be so deeply painfully awkward. I want there to be no way Red could laugh it off, or change the topic. I want the three of them to stew in negative emotions like its an awful soup.

Also, the ice cream line. Part of me gets so pissed off by it because Matt literally said he hated ice cream in H&F. But also, as a scene where like, Matt gets too scared to mention that so he just meekly agrees. That’s really good. And I think(?) that’s what the scene was actually intended to be? But they should’ve expressed this better, maybe have a bit in the store where Matt mumbles to himself “But I hate ice cream” as he puts it in the shopping cart. That would definitely be a part of it all in my version of it.

And most importantly no “who’s my brave little soldier” because fuck that line. Infantalize my man like that again and I’ll smite thee.

Uh I mentioned doing my own hc au version of th* *nd and not making it as melodramatic, so I don’t think this would happen in my version of the entire episode. But this is just my version of the Scene. Very different things

[biboomerangboi]

So you want to your local tumblr Creator?

Okay with all the AI art things coming out and also some new users I thought I’d show you all good ways to support creators on this platform.

First you’re going to want to go into your settings click into visibility and manually turn off the third party sharing feature.

Yes even if you aren’t an artist or don’t post anything at all. The more users that turn this on the more Tumblr can see we don’t want AI here.

This is literally the bare minimum of what you can do and if that’s all you want to do that’s fine.

However if you want to support creators more you need to understand that likes don’t do anything on this platform. With a lot of new users I’m seeing more and more ratios like this:

Which is fine all notes are good notes we all appreciate your like on our art but this is the reblogging site. There’s no algorithm! Likes don’t boost our art that much, other than maybe bringing us to the top of the tag. What helps is reblogging. This site is built for that and it is quick and easy.

Literally all you have to do is hit the reblog button beside the like button and hit post. You don’t need tags or anything on your own blog. It really is quick and simple. Literally it only takes one second more than liking alone.

Now you might be saying Zee I want to reblog but I don’t want to spam my blog, I’m only on tumblr at 20 minute intervals I don’t want to to clog up other peoples dashes with my reblogs and that’s fine I got you.

Let me tell you about the queue function. Tumblr has a built in awesome system called the queue.

It’s really quick and easy to use all you have to do is hit the reblog button, hit the three dots to the side, hit queue and boom your reblog is now added to your queue.

Now what does the queue actually do? Basically it allows for your reblogs to go out at random times throughout the day without you doing anything. For example mine posts 10 times a day during the whole 24hr period. This is because as you can see I have a lot of art in my queue, you don’t need to have that much but you can. The queue is literally limitless.

To modify your queue can also hit that cog button and modify it to suit your every whim. And boom there you go a quick and easy way to help creators from your mobile without any hassle.

You can even shuffle your queue so on days when discover a new interest and go through the entire tag liking and reblogging things you can mix it around with the stuff you regularly reblog to not overwhelm your followers with your new special interest! It's great!

Now if you want to push this one step further, maybe you like having tags on your posts to keep your blog organised, but you don’t want the hassle of typing out all those tags in 20 mins. Then don’t worry, I got you.

You see I kinda lied, the like button does have a function. It’s great as working as a bookmark. So if your in public and you want to show love for something then go on ahead and like that thing. Then when you get home you’re going to want to pull out your laptop and boot up tumblr and xkit. Which you can get here!

Once you have xkit up your going to want to go to quick tags and set up your tag buddles. These tags are then autosaved and easy edited making reblogging and adding to your queue incredibly easy. You can even add in your own rambly tags and keep the bundle.

Honestly you don't even need to do it everyday, sure it saves some time but I usually try to update my queue once every two weeks or so (I forgot for like a month this time thats why my queue is so big, I had to go very far back, Don't be a me. It's stressful.) By using your likes as a bookmark you keep all the art and then can backdate everything you've liked in past few weeks, but honestly you don't need to do this. I do because I can be very Type A about running a blog but no one is going to hate you for spam reblogging or for reblogging without tags but please think about reblogging stuff to give a creator a much needed boost of serotonin. Remember that most creators are here for free and just want to share the thing they love with other people so keep the cycle alive and reblog stuff.

[literallyjusthereforlucemond]

okay so part 3 i think?? (Im angry as hell cus i got mental blocked and didn't write shit for days)

Lucerys stumbles to his dorm sweaty, tired, and absolutely done with the world. He opts to just lay down till next week but his pending business calculus homework needed to be finished lest his shitty old professor yaps at him again. He reaches for his bag and rummages through his stuff blindly. He spends a solid minute just fumbling before he suddenly stills, he forgot the fucking homework, on the fucking bench, with fucking Aemond. Wasting no time, he hurriedly slipped on his shoes and ran for it. Luckily the university campus was just literally across the dorms so it just took him three minutes of running. He arrives at the exact same bench, kneels, then frantically searches every crevice of the damn bench. Some students were still around despite it being 9 pm already, they looked at him like he's fucking crazy, no doubt with his disheveled appearance. He couldn't give a shit, his business calculus paper is gone and he's livid as fuck. He trudges back to the dorms even sweatier and tired as all shit.

A solid thirty minutes was spent just laying face down on his shitty couch, Lucerys is tired as shit. He thinks of ways to contact his uncle, the devil on his shoulder even opts to just let his paper be missing, be done with all the complex shit. The angel on his shoulder however, insists he finds the damn paper, Lucerys just lays there for ten more minutes before deciding to grab his phone and visit the University Instagram page. He doesn't even have to scroll, the person he's looking for is literally the second latest post, he sees Aemond's infuriating little handsome smirk, the abundance of top student awards and credits crowd his eyes. Just beneath all that was Aemond's instagram tagged, his feed mostly consisted of Helaena, Alicent, and 3 little kids who he remembers as his sweet aunts children. Barely anything of Aegon or even himself for the matter, Aemond's pinned post however, is himself, shirtless, water glistening of his body as he steps out of an insanely huge pool. Lucerys is pleasantly flabbergasted, his shit uncle is undeniably attractive and his eyes can't stop staring. His hands are itching to click the follow button.

The demon on his shoulder was just enticing, 'don't swallow your pride idiot', Lucerys ponders on it again. He's not actually even sure if Aemond has his paper, the asshole probably didn't even see it, or worse he saw it and how plain it was, had a laugh and just threw it away, 'that would be such an Aemond move' he thinks. His body nonetheless disregards his thoughts and clicks on the follow button. He sits on his shitty couch with baited breath, his uncle is definitely online and probably already saw the notification. He almost drops his phone in surprise when a notification indicated that Aemond followed him back.

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Aemond's lounging around the University cafeteria, he finished studying hours ago and is now just lazing around. His eye just flits over several instagram posts, he doesn't open it often on account of not exactly being keen on social media, imagine his delight when Lucerys' name pops up on his phone. He chuckles a little then clicks on the little icon to view his nephews feed. A healthy amount of Lucerys' posts consisted of his family and a small orange cat, it's simple and unsurprising. He follows back without any intention of messaging. His boredom persists and he wants his nephew to seek him out.

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Lucerys continued to stay rooted to his couch impatiently waiting for Aemond to hit him up, he knows he shoudn't. He followed first afterall and it's obvious on why. Few more minutes passed before he gets infuriated, his asshole uncle is definitely doing this on purpose. Making him message first and humiliate himself further, surely that brings great pleasure to his shitty uncle. He goes to send a message.

-;Aemond

Ten minutes passed before he gets a response.

- Lucerys.

-; I assume you know why i messaged you?

- I don't actually,care to tell me why nephew?

This infuriating fuck. Lucerys huffs while typing out a response.

-; Well uncle, I've messaged you to ask if you've seen my paper.

- Paper? Im not so sure if I've seen it nephew. Was it an assignment?

-; Yes uncle it's my fucking assignment, please give it back.

Aemond is having fun, Lucerys is sure of it. The assholes responses are increasingly getting more and more infuriating. He doesn't even realize that he's groaning everytime Aemond types something.

- Oh yes, I have it at the moment. Though im not sure if you need it back, the paper did seem blank afterall.

Lucerys is considering murder, his entire encounter with Aemond has been nothing but annoying. Three jabs already, but Lucerys wills himself to stay civil. I mean as civil as possible considering his already previous cursing.

-; I was already in progress of asnwring it uncle so give it back.

- * Answering, and are you that disrespectful nephew? Where's my please?

Annoying and a grammar nazi, "how fun could this conversation get?" Lucerys thinks to himself.

-; Can I please get my paper back uncle?

Lucerys expects another annoying ass reply but instead he's made to wait twenty harrowing minutes before he's given a reply.

- Tomorrow, cafeteria, 8 am sharp.

Lucerys groans even harder now, what kind of monster gets up at 8 am? His classes don't even start that early. He drags himself to bed already dreading his decisions. That fucking professor better appreciate his effort.

YAY PART 3!! I don't even know if anyone waited for this BEJWBAIWJ. Regardless here it is and yes I'll definitely do a part 4. Im spiritually attached to this au. And it's canon as fuck that Aemond is a grammar nazi, he's a prick like that.

[taliaxwinters]

Gun Park One-Shot

Hello, hello everyone! Welcome to my first post on Tumblr!

I've been admiring all the lovely fan art/writing for quite some time now, and decided it's time I join. It's been quite a long time since I've written any fanfiction, let alone posted it. Please be kind with your criticism.

My current obsession is Gun Park from Lookism, so please enjoy!

I purposely didn't give the main character a description, so you can just imagine yourself in her place.

Luna has had a long, miserable week. Work has been crazy and home has been lonely without Gun. But he surprises her by returning home early and making up for the nights he’s been away.

18+, NSFW, smut. You have been warned. ;)

Today was not Luna’s day.

Well, to be precise, it hadn’t been her week.

After her boyfriend had left town for business, work had become inexplicably busy with impending deadlines, and late nights and early mornings had become the new norm. 

Luna sighed, leaning back in her office chair, and peeking into the cubicles around her. Only a few of her co-workers remained, the others having finished their work hours ago.

The woman in the cubical to her right closed her laptop and began to stretch. “Thank goodness, that’s all over! I thought we might need to move into the office at this rate.” She let out a laugh. “My husband has been complaining about me not being home to cook his dinner.”

Luna smiled wearily, hitting send to submit her final report. “He’s a grown man, Hana. Tell him to cook his own food.”

“I’ve spoiled him too much.” She muttered. “Besides, he’s useless in the kitchen. The man could burn water if he really tried.” Hana dumped her phone and wallet into the black purse she pulled from under her desk. “Make sure you go home too, dear. Don’t stay any later than you must.”

“I won’t.”

With a wave, Hana walked away, heading for the exit. Luna didn’t blame Hana one bit for making a run for it after completing her work. It had been a terribly long week.

Mirroring her co-worker, Luna closed her laptop and gathered her belongings in the shoulder bag she carried before heading to the lobby. The building was so quiet, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle of a typical workday.

‘Do I go back home now, or should I go to the gym first? Maybe some exercise will take my mind off things.’

It was day five of her boyfriend being gone, and his presence had been sorely missed. Going to bed and waking up alone, coming home and eating dinner in silence…it was beginning to drive Luna mad. Anything would be better than going back to an empty home.

‘The gym it is.’

She stepped through the lobby entrance onto the sidewalk, heels clacking on the pavement. Raising her right hand, she went to flag down a taxi when she noticed a familiar black sedan parked a bit further up the sidewalk. The make and model was the same as one of the cars parked in the garage at home, and the license plate upon further inspection….

‘No way.’

The driver’s side door opened, and the very man she’d been longing to see stepped out. Dressed to impress, he wore a white suit with black dress shoes and a black button-up shirt underneath. His black hair was slicked back in its usual style, and the thick rimmed glasses he wore were perched on the bridge of his nose, hiding a lengthy scar that went across his nose and under his left eye.

Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he flicked it to the ground and walked toward Luna.

“Gun.” She whispered. “I-I thought you wouldn’t be here for a couple more days?”

Gun stopped merely inches from Luna and reached out to caress her cheek. She leaned into his hand, sighing happily at feeling his warmth.

A smirk spread across his lips. “You said you missed me every time I called. How could I not hurry back when my woman wanted me so badly?”

Luna tipped her gaze upwards, cheeks slightly flushed. “I didn’t mean to rush you. I know you do a lot for the Yamazaki family…”

“Business is done.” Gun stated. “There wasn’t any reason for me to stay longer than necessary.” Removing his hand from Luna’s cheek, Gun stepped over to the front passenger door and opened it. “Would you like to go home?”

The look in his eyes was mischievous, but she didn’t care. The word ‘home’ from his lips is all it took. “Yes.”

She hurriedly slid into the car and buckled as Gun came around and did the same. Their home was a good 15 to 20 minute ride from her work, but Luna had the feeling the ride would be over in the blink of an eye. As Gun pulled into traffic, he slid his right hand onto her thigh, fingers trailing down until they found the hem of her dress.

Her breath hitched as she felt his rough hands slowly slide the fabric upwards. Pushing back into the seat to keep composure, Luna glanced to her left. Gun’s smirk was still there as he kept his gaze ahead on the road.

Feeling his fingers massage her flesh, Luna was annoyed that she seemed to be the only one who was feeling flustered. Placing a hand on his, she gently pulled it further up her thigh, guiding it towards a more sensitive area.

That got the reaction she wanted. Gun’s pupils dilated, the mischievous look quickly turning to one of lust. His fingertips brushed against her core and Luna let out a soft moan.

“You’re teasing me.” His voice rumbled.

“You started it.”

Gun grunted. “I’ll finish it too.”

Luna turned to face him directly, copying the smirk that annoyed her so much. “I’m counting on it.”

She felt the car speed up.

In what felt like seconds, they arrived at home. Gun pulled the car back into the garage to park, and Luna quickly grabbed her bag and headed inside before Gun could interfere.

Too bad he was faster.

In the blink of an eye Luna felt herself being lifted as her bag fell to the ground. Gun had picked her up before she even made it into the house. Pushing her up against the side of the car, his lips crashed roughly on to hers. Luna wound her arms around his neck in defeat, knowing now that she’d been caught, there was no way to escape.

“You tried to run away?” He breathed in between heated kisses. “After what you said in the car?”

“Not run,” Luna panted, pushing her hands against his chest to break for air. “I just wanted to make it into the house before you attacked.” Their eyes locked, and as soon as Luna saw the intense desire on his face, she knew it was going to be a long night.

“That didn’t work.” Gun placed her down gently.

Luna scoffed. “No shit.”

Gun brought a hand under her chin and tilted it upwards, leaning in so their noses were touching. “Wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll bring the bags inside.”

Luna nodded, heading for the door once again. The garage entrance opened to a small entryway where she left her shoes before walking through the house. Not bothering to turn on any of the lights, Luna went straight to their bedroom as instructed. Knowing Gun might be a couple of minutes while he got his suitcase and her purse, she decided to freshen up a bit in the attached bathroom.

Luna took out her ponytail and removed the clips holding her hair in place before running her fingers through her hair to make it look decent. After a few minutes of playing with it, she was satisfied with how it looked.

‘Should I strip down to my underwear, or maybe change into some lingerie that Gun bought?’

Deciding on the lingerie, Luna stepped out of the bathroom to search her dresser, only to see Gun leaning in the bedroom doorway, his jacket and shirt missing, and a glass of alcohol in hand. He watched as Luna froze on the spot.

The room was quiet for a moment until he spoke. “Strip.”

“Wha-“ Luna started, confused.

Gun walked over to the bed and sat up against the pillows, making himself comfortable. He took a sip of his drink, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. “Strip for me.” His voice was demanding and dripping with desire.

All thoughts ceased to function as Luna tried to figure out how to proceed. Normally, they couldn’t take their hands off each other, and things just happened. This time, it seemed like Gun had something specific in mind.

Taking a deep breath, Luna started with the cardigan she was wearing, slowly undoing the buttons before dropping it to the floor beside her. Next, she grasped the bottom edges of her dress and shimmied it up her figure, being sure to take her time revealing each curve of her body. As the dress joined the cardigan on the floor, she looked back to Gun. His gaze hadn’t moved, but she could see the visible effort he was putting into keeping his composure.

Feeling a little more confident, Luna reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, making sure to keep eye contact with Gun as she did. The shoulder straps slid down her arms as the bra came off and fell to the floor. For the grand finale, she placed her hands on her stomach and slowly slid them down her stomach before reaching for her underwear. Hooking a finder under each side, she slid them down until they too joined the clothing pile.

Gun’s composure cracked a little as his grip on the glass tightened. Tossing his head back, he downed the last of his drink and set the cup down on one of the night tables next to the bed before sliding himself to the end of the bed. Feet on the floor and legs spread, he motioned with one finger for Luna. “Come here.”

She obeyed silently, stepping up to Gun. He reached out with both hands and placed them on either side of her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss tasting of bourbon. After a moment, he slid his hands down to her shoulders and began to push her downwards. Their kiss broke as Luna was brought to her knees. He kept his gaze on Luna, not wanting to miss a moment. “Pleasure me.”

Luna looked to the large bulge in his pants and gently touched it, running her fingers upwards to undo the zipper. She heard is breath hold in anticipation, and couldn’t help but draw out the moment. It had been five long days, and Luna knew very well he was in need of a release, just like she was.

After pulling down the zipper, his cock sprang free, having swelled too much for such tight confines. His member was huge, her fingers barely touching as she wrapped them around the base and began moving them up and down. Not satisfied with his unchanging reaction, Luna leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the tip, licking the drop of pre-cum that had beaded on top. That elicited a guttural groan from Gun. He began to run his fingers through her hair and pulled it away from her face. “Stop teasing me, or you’ll regret it.”

A moan escaped his lips as Luna took his throbbing cock into her mouth. Knowing he was way too big to take all of it, she slowly bobbed her head and sucked on the tip while pumping her fingers over the rest. Gun’s composure was slipping as the sound of heavy breathing reached her ears, making Luna hum in victory.

Her movements and teasing were quickly sending Gun over the edge. In an attempt to regain control, he grabbed ahold of Luna’s hair and pulled her back up for a kiss. After a couple minutes of sloppy, lust filled kissing, he grabbed ahold of her ass and picked her up off the floor, only to toss her onto the bed. Gun practically ripped off his remaining clothing before crawling up to the woman sprawled out before him.

Kneeling in between her legs, he spread them wider to get a better view. Gun reached up and grabbed Luna’s wrists, pulling them to hook under her knees. He leaned forward and traced his lips across her collar bone, making his way up to her neck. “Keep your legs spread for me. This is your punishment for teasing.” Leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks, Gun made his way back down before pausing above her wet core. Luna could feel his smirk. “You’re already soaking, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Without pause, Gun ran his tongue up her folds roughly. Luna’s back arched and she moaned loudly at the contact, after days of feeling deprived. This man’s touches were like a drug, and she needed it bad.

Gun continued to tease her clit with his tongue, just enough to feel good, but stopping any time he felt she was too close to an orgasm. Luna began to get desperate, and she let go of her legs to touch Gun’s face. “P-please- ah! Let me c-come!” Her chest was heaving, cheeks red as her body felt on fire.

Gun growled against her core, prying her hands from his face. He shoved them back against her legs and made eye contact. “Only if you do as I asked.”

Luna quickly grabbed ahold of her legs again, pulling them towards her body and spread apart. She could feel Gun’s approval as he went back to teasing her clit. “Good girl.”

Running his hands over the inside of her thighs, Gun brought one down to her core and began rubbing his thumb over her slick entrance. He quickly insert two fingers and thrust them into her heat until her legs began to tremble. He knew he found the sweet spot as soon as Luna let out a cry of pleasure, so Gun focused on hitting that spot while licking her clit until he felt her walls tighten around his fingers.

Luna writhed beneath Gun’s touch, unable to keep quiet as he knew where she was most sensitive. It wasn’t long before she felt that tension build up in her abdomen, begging to be released.

“N-uh, Gun, I c-can’t hold on much longer.” She begged. “Please.” His touches increased in intensity, as he felt Luna reaching her limit.

“Cum for me.”

With a loud cry, the tension in her abdomen let loose, and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her. Luna let go of her legs and covered her face with her arms, panting for air. She felt Gun remove his fingers from her spasming core, and his lips trailed hot kisses up her body. He stopped to leave a couple of bite marks on her breasts before pulling back to survey his work. Satisfied, Gun moved Luna’s arms so he could get a good look at her.

Tears streaming down her face, Luna pouted. “You’re not fair.” She said in between pants.

Gun leaned in and nibbled on her ear, earning a soft moan. “I warned you I would finish things.”

Without warning, Gun thrust his cock into her, the soft moan turning into a deep cry of pleasure. Luna wrapped her arms around Gun’s neck as he began to trust uncontrollably, not even pausing for her to adjust to his massive size. The pain of the sudden stretch blended with the sweetness of pleasure, and Luna quickly found herself on the brink of another orgasm.

Gun adjusted his position, sliding his arms beneath her legs and tossing them over his shoulders. He leaned forward and latched on to one of her nipples, sucking roughly while he brought a hand up to massage the other breast. He swapped sides, wanting to give each equal attention before moving up to lock lips with Luna. Their kisses were filled with need and desire. Luna bit his lip, before giving in to the throes of pleasure as a second orgasm came crashing. She yelled Gun’s name, raking her fingers down his back and leaving red marks.

“Fill me.” She begged. “Please.”

Those words broke what little sanity Gun had left. He bucked his hips a few more times before grinding against Luna, releasing his load. Gun panted heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath.

When they were both trembling less, Luna pushed Gun’s face back up and gently placed kisses all over before coming back to his lips. He reciprocated, softly moving his lips against hers. They stopped to breathe, resting their foreheads against one another.

Luna gave a trembling laugh, still somewhat out of breath. “I love you, Gun.”

“I love you.” Gun smiled, placing another warm kiss on her lips.

“Do I get cuddles now?” She asked innocently.

Gun leaned back, a big smirk back on his face. His cock was back standing at attention, ready for another round.

“Who said I was done with you yet?” He teased. “We’re just getting started. Get on your knees.”

That’s when Luna realized she had maybe teased him a little too much.

Gun planned to finish things all. Night. Long.

[psychopathskinnie]

Really bad day

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ayatsuji got a case in which the murderer is my OC, but her skill prevents her from being killed

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Funny, I think?

It's my first post here and english isn't my first language, but enjoy!

The girl struggled to cross the threshold of the building. She was exhausted and never thought she would dream of returning to the Port Mafia headquarters as soon as possible. She moved toward the elevators, one of which had just opened, showing the figure of an elegant man in a hat.

- What the hell happened to you? - Chuuya looked as if he had just seen a ghost.

Well, this was not far from the truth, as the girl looked like a ghoul from a cheap horror movie. Her hair, usually pinned up in a high ponytail, was currently a huge mess glued together with blood. All of her black clothing was also glistening from the red sweat, and several trickles adorned her face. Her coat was torn in several places and she was limping through the broken heel of one of her shoes.

- The universe - she gasped out.

- What?

- The fucking universe is on to me. - She was visibly upset, which could be inferred not only from her facial expression, but also from the curses she didn't usually use.

- You look like you took part in some kind of massacre. - Through the girl's ability, incredible self-healing, he was unable to tell whether the blood covering her belonged to someone else or flowed from her now invisible wounds. - Then what exactly happened?

He followed her into the elevator, abandoning his earlier plans. Curiosity took over him. The woman pressed the 25th floor button furiously.

- I was returning from shopping when some runaway pickpocket pushed me into the street, where I was hit by a truck. - She began quite calmly.

- It must have hurt, but from....

- I didn't finish. - the girl got into his words. - After my bones knitted together and I pushed my way through the crowd of onlookers, I went on. When I reached the stairs that connect the commercial district with the port, my heel broke and I rolled right down them.

- It's about 300 steps! - pointed Chuuya. There was no trace of his earlier worry, instead a smile of amusement crept onto his face.

- My skull was smashed and my ribs had punctured my lungs. I was lying on the ground for a few minutes before everything healed together properly. - She breathed in exasperation, and when she took up the story again, there was not a hint of calm in her words. - I thought I would be able to reach the headquarters without further problems. I looked around and analyzed my surroundings, as if I were breaking through enemy territory. When I was already two streets away, a piano fell on me. A fucking piano! Like in some damn cartoon!

Chuuya was unable to hold back his laughter any longer. The girl sent him a furious look. She was already about to say something to him when the elevator door opened and the room was pierced by a bang of gunfire. The young underboss fell silent from shock. Blood began to flow out of the girl's forehead hole, after which she fell to the floor.

- Oh no! I’m so sorry! - Higuchi ran up to them, frightened. When she saw who she had shot, for a moment she felt relieved that she hadn't killed anyone after all. Immediately afterward, however, she realized that she was still in trouble, and it might even be better for her if the girl didn't get up again. - I have no idea how it happened! Gin asked me to clean the guns! This one was clearly not secured! - she spat out unintelligible words.

- I think you'd better disappear before she wakes up. It was not a good day for her.

Higuchi heeded her superior's advice and quickly moved away. He only sighed and picked up his unconscious friend, then moved toward the door to her apartment. He wondered if offering wine later to loosen up would be a good idea. Given all this, she would probably choke on it.

[everythingsouthasian]

So it’s time to celebrate a huge milestone for my little sideblog! ✨ Never thought I’d do one these in my time here, but thank you so much to all those who have hit the follow button and showered my content with likes and reblogs, trust me, there is nothing more fulfilling for a content creator than to catch a glimpse of such profound appreciation. HUGE shoutout also to all the source blogs that reblog my content, you guys are honestly the best! Without further ado, let’s get to the chase—it’s time to give back to this wonderful community. As always, tag me in your creations with #usersj 💞

My ask box is open to whoever wants to request GIF-sets for Asian TV content subject to HD availability of source material. First, let’s become mutuals, then, send me a number from the below list to get your requests fulfilled:

Favourite TV series: I’ll GIF your favourite moment in a TV series you love. Please specify the series name & episode number (timestamp will be a huge plus).

Favourite on-screen pairing: Shoot me a TV or film couple you like or a moment of theirs you cherish and I’ll endeavour to bring them to life with vibrant colours.

Favourite film: Like #1, I’m open to creating gifsets of your favourite film and/or moment (I can also do a montage if you specify it).

Apologies in advance if I am unable to fulfill your request, there's always the shows that I usually GIF about and reblog some sets marked as #favourites that you can choose from, I’ll usually have the HD footage for these readily available, so send in your request again! 💗

Finally, please bear with me as this is the first time I’m doing a follower celebration event. Any and all such posts will be tagged as #esa1k+, so you may want to blacklist the tag if you don’t wish to be bothered with associated content. Thank you, again, dear followers and I hope that I am able to get better and better at bringing HD content to you ❤️ Tagging a few followers under the cut for signal boost (hope I’ve tagged you guys properly)!

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[nadzhosny2]

Late night relationship advice on DM

Instagram DM is a weird place.

A recent conversation on DM with a friend late one night progressed into a full blown critique of the sort of relationships our generation have been engaging in, how far we have fallen, how lost we are. Now considering the conversation started because I posted a meme bashing the Netflix generation for not knowing how to watch tv without a pause button, how we used to fit a bathroom, bedroom and kitchen break all in one and when our sibling would scream “IT’S BAAACCCKKK”, we would parkour over the furniture to get back in time. They know NOTHING, these weaklings. Anyway, how we got onto the topic of relationships, I still don’t know hence my first statement.

I hadn’t given the topic of romantic relationships and love much thought for a very long time; COVID, work and traveling had me so occupied that it didn’t allow for such frivolities and I was quite happy to keep it that way. I was absorbed into every other aspect of life that I became comfortable with it not holding a place within it. I relished in my own company after years of neglecting it by constantly surrounding myself with others. The solitude became addicting.

I watched my friends find partners and navigate the turbulent waters of romance without knowing that I was taking mental notes of what I want and don’t want. So when my friend asked me how I manage being single, I said I have certain expectations and I won’t settle for less (I am filled with much wisdom, thank you for noticing). She proceeded to ask me what I look for in the hopes of setting me up, bless her sweet match-making soul. “Very basic stuff which apparently is quite difficult to come by these days; someone honest, trustworthy, funny and intelligent” was my response. She wholeheartedly agreed and hit me with a hard truth that still has me reeling, “is bare minimum that hard that we have to ask for it?”

We have been led to believe that being with anyone is better than being alone so we settle for whatever little the other person has to offer. That asking for more will be asking too much, hence the rise of “situationships” and toxic relationships. Our generation is chock full of them and we have become so terrified of being unattached that we would rather put ourselves through hell than be single.

Where is the sense in that?

Relationships are supposed to complement your life, not make it difficult. A partner should be someone who respects, values and appreciates you, which is the BASIC FOUNDATION of any relationship. If you don’t have any of these things, you are insulting yourself by staying. You are dating quicksand; they will keep dragging you down, further and further and there is no bottom.

Being alone is infinitely better than being with someone who does not deserve you and treats you as if you are expendable. Do yourself a favour darling and respect yourself enough to not accept anything less than what you are worth. Know the things you want and are unwilling to compromise over, if that means you’ll be single for months or even years, it doesn’t matter. I promise you it will be worth it and you’ll thank yourself (or me) for it.

Getting into or staying in a unfulfilling relationship because you’re scared to be lonely is the same thing as going grocery shopping when you’re hungry.

Now I’m sure you’re very confused so let me explain.

You’ll be willing to buy anything that satisfies your cravings when you’re hungry and will end up spending more money than you should on things you don’t need, are extremely unhealthy and you’ll regret profoundly rather than going when you’re full and satisfied so you’ll be mindful, look for the right things, the ones you actually need and are healthy and nutritious. Do you understand now? I’m sure equating an important life decision to food shopping is unconventional but it’s also genius. Don’t grocery shop when you’re hungry and don’t get into a relationship when you’re lonely- words to live by.

Spend time getting to know yourself on a deeper level, discover what your standards and boundaries are, what you value in life and in a romantic partner. Revel in your solitude and focus on bettering yourself. You will breathe a massive sigh of relief, one that emanates from the deepest recesses of your soul and you will be cussing yourself out for not doing it sooner.

When you feel good, you attract good; this should be a law. When someone exudes self esteem, confidence and self respect, it will deter all unworthy candidates from your direction. The opposite is also true and sadly is much more common. You can radiate loneliness and desperation and like sharks smelling blood in the water, the unworthy will pounce and leave you a broken, self pitying shell. Life is too short for that nonsense, DO NOT PERMIT IT.

Don’t you think there is a reason Shakespeare wrote sonnets? That millions of songs have been written about love? That magnificent art has been inspired by since the beginning of time? You deserve that butterflies in your stomach, moony-eyed, goosebump inducing, heart melting, passionate, growing old together sort of love that poetry, music and art speak about. Don’t settle for anything less.

A huge thank you to Jaisha for giving me the inspiration to write after 4 months of silence ❤