#fixation switching back and fourth

[nightsdreamgates]

Reala the Right Commandment of Nightmera ◇

[bellshazes]

Grand Unified Theory of Ethubs: Horse Edition

I started this almost a year ago, and at this point it's weirder than any Etho & Bdubs fiction could be, but it's all true, or at least every point has a valid citation. This is an attempt to explain why I find their dynamic as represented in on-video interactions and their own metatextual commentary (in-video asides, deliberate 'OOC' fourth wall breaks, casual livestream/other medial chat/commentary, etc.) compelling.

Horsing Around, or, Experience over Efficiency

THESIS: Although their singleplayer series and general playstyles appear totally opposed, their approaches are actually two different manifestations of the same underlying principles. These behaviors are reinforced and rewarded by their long-running singleplayer series. This combination of aligned gameplay idiosyncracies and a shared but frequently separate play history are the root cause of their opaque and silently mutually-agreed interpersonal dynamics.

The horse obsession is the most obvious modern symptom of these shared gameplay values, and it's useful for illustrating both Etho and Bdubs' underlying principles. Their horsegirl behavior is charming at face value alone, dating back to their Mindcrack days and begetting long-running jokes and feuds. Their history together predates horses themselves, but even in pre-elytra Mindcrack, their fixation on horse transit marked them as kindred eccesntrics on a server with robust nether minecart travel (which, in two cases, they themselves built). All aspects of their modern bespoke mutual eccentrisim is evident, including their shared commitment to experience over efficiency - prioritizing pleasant, manual engagement with game mechanics over pure automation and optimization.

Etho is perhaps most famous for his redstone - and consequently automation - but it has never been for automation's sake. He has always vocally prioritized active gameplay over efficient AFK design, especially in singelplayer. For a long time, he played with no armor to make the game harder - save Feather Falling diamond boots, so he wouldn't die to fall damage while constantly ender pearling everywhere. It's part preference, part pragmatism: he is clear about his feelings on what fair and fun gameplay is, but he chooses constraints (no AFKing, strict survival) because it suits the combination of his audience and the series in question, not universal moral standards. In the hyper-industrial economy of s7-onwards Hermitcraft, the audience-to-series calculus is different; his preference leads him to collect stacks of almost every item so he can functionally emulate the freedom of creative mode in survival, even if it means tolerating AFK design to achieve that. Leaning into unconventional locomation makes for more interesting, if useless, inventions. To survive, pleasure of active play comes first, and the rest follows.

In apparent contrast, Bdubs has no desire to build complicated contraptions for invention's sake, typically using other people's farm designs and inventing his own in service of enlivening builds or enviornments. He even pokes fun at his own in-game Luddite tendencies through Redstone with Bdubs' failures and his vocal hatred of the post-1.16 nether. In singleplayer, he's historically switched to creative sessions, particularly for public livestreams, to balance his own scales of production goals to audience judgement. As his skill as a builder has grown and he designs not just buildings but areas to be viewed and interacted with from certain angles, the greater the reward choosing to go by foot or horse becomes. But as with Etho, these choices are in service of enjoyable, immersive gameplay before any other criterion.

By the time Etho and Bdubs enounter each other directly, they have each been doing singleplayer survival longe enough to develop opinions and preferences that enable them to continue these worlds through the next decade. They both independently decide from the get-go that it's the only way to maintain the grind of creating single- and multiplayer videos long term.

Horsing around, then, illuminates how their shared real-world material constraints and similar approaches to their different in-game disciplines allows them to become kindred eccentrics. Their friendship predates in-game horses, but it endures a decade later, long after elytra makes horses obsoltete to most of their peers. The horse obsession endures as a rarely shared outlet for a need to prolong play and therefore to maximise the moment-to-moment enjoyment of playing.

Courses of Horses, or, Community and Conflict

While horsing around is illustrative of their singleplayer influences, it illuminates their multiplayer priorities as well. In a long-term singleplayer world, drawing out pleasure from rote chores and travel is essential. With others, time and energy spent to create infrastructure for others to share becomes its own self-perpetuating reward.

From their first Mindcrack season together to present-day Hermitcraft season 10, both are prone to building nether hubs out of a sense of obligation and desire for easy travel, elaborate combat arenas that unite technical features with thoughtful area design, and horse timers and racecourses. All three major trends translate personal preferences into major public projects that invite others into their playstyle wheelhouses. The accursed season-ending curse of combat arenas and horse courses are also specifically competitive. For players like Etho and Bdubs, for whom playing is in service of video creation, multiplayer is made enjoyable - and so, sustainable - by drawing out what distinguishes it from singleplayer.

Only through the presence of another person can you access stories and playstyles that depend on antagonists. This doesn't stop either of them from inventing them when alone, such as Etho's General Spaz, or Bdubs' Wells Glazes and McGee (and even arguably Red in Hermitcraft s6), but they do both have preferred tropes for conflict creation.

They trend toward different antagonist tropes, with Etho revelling in faux-innocent trolling and generally keeping authority figures from getting too serious while Bdubs moves from blatant heel to archetypal Fool over the years. Etho is generally more likely to engage in one-off, individual pranks, spend time on playing or building minigames, and join server-wide events by accident or insofar as he can be a casual anti-authority troll. Bdubs is willing to take charge instigating large storylines, though he becomes a pathological henchman when his comfort with the Fool role exceeds his need to instigate. In whole-server conflicts, this usually puts them where they're most comfortable - on opposite sides, giving each other a hard time.

Conflict is a gift, one not exclusively given to each other but ennabled together and apart for their other friends and co-players, but frequently manifesting through their shared history, priorities, and preferences as a strange language only the two of them seem to be able to speak. Early on, Etho rudely informs Bdubs what Bdubs' armor prefrences are and by the Trial, Bdubs is correctly predicting how he can make Etho jealous of his armor gains. Over a decade later, Etho can simply include a potion farm in a normal-seeming part of a regular Hermitcraft video and Bdubs will correctly identify it as a taunt only intelligible to him, retaliation for forgetting they'd meant to partner on a shop together.

They need to embrace mechancis like horses to survive; they provide exra incentive to the entire server to share that productive enjoyment with them in their infrastructure and horse courses; and by extension, their massive continuity of in-jokes and lighthearted complaints about each other both alienates them as a unit from others in a way that itself becomes a productive vehicle of community conflict or interaction. While the full history and ramifications of this fond, conflict-based idiolect are an entirely separate essay, this strange relationship is them at the extremes of who they've each decided to be, and are in continuity with the servers and series they've shared over so many years.

It is not divisible into c! and cc! interacitons because the real world commonalities drive their work friendship and their story-producing mutual obsessions. They know each other so well, so automatically, so much as foils of great mutual but often indirect respect that direct, total certainty expressed by one side is unsettling, creating doubt and distrust. But that dynamic, loving, and conflict-based idiolect produced by two people able to commit to the extremes of who they've each decided to be, together and unalone, requires its own set of essays to unpack.

"If I Had a Nickel...", Episode 1

For every time they started a big community-focused collaboration and the season ended before they could finish it…

Mindcrack season 4 fire and ice arena

Mindcrack FTB Call of Duty arena

Mindcrack season 5 horse course (ft. Doc, Genny; Doc makes a joke about hoping this doesn't happen on this project, given their past track record)

Hermitcraft season 8 horse course (recreated in season 9 for the charity event)

For every time they resurrected a decade-old joke that they both instantly recognize and everybody else is a little confused about at first because seriously it's been like 10 years…

"Pink" hoodie, Mindcrack s4/5 (1, ??) to Hermitcraft s7

Obsidian coffin prank, Mindcrack s4 to Hermitcraft s7 and s9 and 10

Scissor lift invention, Mindcrack s3 to Hermitcraft s10

Sickness, Mindcrack s4/5 to Last Life

Whether or not Bdubs knows what plethora means, Mindcrack FTB to Secret Life

HONORABLE RECENT MENTION: life series crastle anatomy

Asking is this horse course realistic racing or Mario Kart and it's Mario Kart

Mindcrack s5 ep177

hcs8 ep4

Additional Exemplary Clips & Sources

Ballad of Beyonc? and Taylor Swift

Etho heckling the horse-hunting stream via YT chat

You s- you s- YOU JERK (horse moment, appears in WL), ep1

You are the master and the only way to get to your heart is through horses, ep6

Spider spawner hangout, Bdubs Mindcrack eps 21-23

we're kind of at that level where asking isnt even necessary, right? (morry's)

they don't talk directly compilation

Red (pink) trainee uniform with Complex Inside Joke book explanation

[littlelambscandyland]

Four Versus One (Part One)

Platonic Yandere Rise Brothers x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Tv Self Awareness, Panic Attacks, Reader has siblings and a niece, Stalking (if you count watching someone thru a screen without their knowledge as stalking)

You lounged gingerly on the couch. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles droning on as your niece starred in wonderment at the screen. You'd introduced her to the show as means to get her to stop making you watch (insert stupid show here). You told your sibling you'd watch over them the next few days as the birth of their second child happened. Today felt like it went on a bit longer. Tonight was the last night that your niece would be here.

 You couldn't say you didn't have fun. The show you stopped watching years ago was now, apparently, coming out with new episodes and you and your niece hyper fixated on it hard. With all that said, however, you were glad to get your space back. Glad to have your own little bubble of childishness without the responsibility of another human.

Deciding it was a calm enough scene not to be missed, you got up to get a well needed snack. 

Calling into your niece. "You want anything from the kitchen, chicken pop?"

She giggles at the odd, but well deserved nickname, and asks you for orange juice.

After pouring drinks and grabbing popcorn you made your way back to the living room. The scene had switched to Donatello's lab. They were making some sort of gun. Words like "portal" and "interdimensional travel" were being thrown around.

You wondered slightly as you laid the snacks out what this weapon had to do with anything. The episode didn't seem to call for it, but maybe you missed a more vital scene than you thought?

You thought a bit more as you watched the show how different it was from what you remembered. There were more fourth wall breaks and sometimes one of the turtles would randomly throw out compliments to the watcher.

Not that you minded the change. It was just different. Nice, but different.

~~~Time skip brought to you buy me writing this in my therapy waiting room~~~

You had successfully made the trade off of your niece, delivering her back into the hands of one of her parents. You'd cleaned up the house, and finally felt yourself relax.

You had turned the tv off for a little while. A part of your agreement with your niece to wait to watch the show again together. Obviously, that was a lie. You had turned the tv back on after cleaning. Ordering a pizza and deciding to have a "me night". 

There was something you noticed when you turned it back on though. The fourth wall breaks and the compliments happen more often. The plot seemed thrown out the window and everything seemed almost more mature than before. 

Because of all of this you made the executive decision to Google it. It'd been a while since you'd been a part of the fandom so you figured it'd be quicker just to get straight to the point.

You felt your heart drop from what you read. Confusion and honest panic grew in its place. There were only two seasons. That was impossible. There were obviously more. What had you been watching? 

"Uh ohhhhhh," You heard Leonardo's voice drone. "Hey guys, I thinks she's figured it out!" He calls his brothers.

Your eyes wide as the character seems to stare into your soul. The others gather into the screen. A mixture of smiles and anxiety are what stared back with animated eyes.

"I see. So she did... Ahem. Greetings, Darling!" Donatello says, clearly staving off his own anxiety.

"Hi..." You answer. You hoped this was a dream. Fear wrapped up into a ball in your gut. A feeling telling you to cut off the tv, to run far away and not look back ever again.

"Awww! She's so cute! Look at her eyes, they're so pretty!" Michaelangelo exclaims happily.

"We know dude. You're so cute doll. Really you are." Raphael addresses you with a nervous smile.

You look down in panic. The only logical thought is you had lost your mind. This is a dream, or you've snapped and this was a hallucination.

"What is happening?" You pant out. "This isn't happening. This cannot be happening..." Your breath ragged, and your voice hoarse. Tears gathering in your eyes.

They're faces shift in remorse and panic. Four animated eyes looking guiltily at you with frowns. Grimaces held by all as your body flies into a panic attack.

"Oh no, no. Don't cry, it's ok cariño. You're ok..." Leonardo coos at you in an attempt to calm you. 

The others gather in on the "comfort". They're words prove worthless as you spiral further. 

Finally gathering the courage you throw your phone at the tv in a frenzy. Perhaps not the best choice as the momentum and pressure crack your tv. Fizzles heard from inside the machine can be heard as the broken screen cuts off.

Sad for you, your nightmare doesn't end there.

[wosowrites]

For Her Safety (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

warnings: swearing

prompt: in which you get tackled horrifically during a dirty game by an irish player and jessie is furious.

a/n: by the way I LOVE Katie so much she just does these things for the sake of the story.

Bev had given you all a talk days before the Ireland game. It went something along the lines of "Katie McCabe plays dirty. She's brilliant, she's tough, she's dangerous, she will do anything to win, including taking your ankles out." The gaffer warned you all to be careful but not back down, to fight but not let her have any reason to hold a grudge against you. But mostly she emphasized that you had no control over the irishwoman, and that the only thing to do was hold her off.

When the Irish scored in the fourth minute you knew you had time, you knew you had the skill, but you also had a new found sense of worry. That goal was lucky. You cant mark someone taking a corner. She scored a good goal by accident, but a good goal nonetheless. And then it was Julias turn. It was Canadas turn to get lucky.

Right before half, Julia crossed the ball in from the left side and into the far right corner. An Irish defender tried to deflect it, but it went into her own net. You screamed your lungs out, running to Julia and hugging her and Jordyn closely. The Canadians formed a mob of joy before the half time whistle blew, but you all knew that you couldn't perform like the first half in the second.

And you didn't.

The real Canada came into the light in the second half, you were pressuring the Irish box, making passes, tackles, smart plays and taking shots, but the next goal came in the 53' minute. You were desperate to get on the score sheet as the striker, and when you saw a cross coming into the left corner just out of your reach and just a little too low, you knew what you had to do.

Throwing yourself in the direction of the ball head first, you made contact and sent the ball slamming into the back of the net along with yourself. You slid into the Irish net and quickly got up, running towards the only person you wanted to celebrate this goal with. Jessie Fleming. Her arms were outstretched as your body connected with hers in a hug at the top of the box. You wrapped your arms around her waist and laughed as Sophie, Jordyn, Sincy, and the entire of your team crashed into the hug as well. But the only person who mattered to you in that moment was Jess. Jess, your beautiful, perfect girlfriend and her shining, proud brown eyes.

The first foul on you came only minutes later, you were running down the wing, having switched momentarily with Jordyn. You got to the left edge of the box when Katie started marking you, jockeying and holding you off until support came. You moved up to her slowly, keeping the ball controlled and then faked going left before taking a small touch to the right past the irishwoman. But before you could get the ball again, Katie's leg stuck out and wiped your feet from under you. You barely had any time to react, already having been low due to the position you were in to change sides quickly, the fall made it that your head smashed into the turf without your arms to support them. You sat up quickly, your arms wide and the slight feeling of blood going down your face from your nose. You didnt care though, choosing instead to stand up and demand that the referee give Katie a yellow... which she didn't.

"You're kidding me, right?" another voice said. Jessie had closed in on you, Katie and the referee. "She stuck her foot out and made her fall on her face shes getting a card," Jessie said, her eyes cold and fixated upon McCabe. "You're not the referee, Fleming," the woman said. "Jessie just leave it," you said softly, putting your hand on her stomach to try and get her to back away. She probably would have if Katie hadn't sassed her.

"Yeah, you're not the ref," she taunted. This made the midfielder have other ideas. She pushed forwards and into Katie so that their faces were barely apart from each other. "Say that again, huh? I swear I see you touch her one more time and you'll be off this pitch in a stretcher," Jessie threatened.

Somehow, throughout the commotion between both teams, no medics had come for your nose. A big clump of players had formed, the green behind Katie, pulling their captain away and the white trying to put themselves between the two captains. Due to the big group of people and the loudness, the referee ended up not hearing anything that was being said, so a free kick was awarded and that was that.

However your nose was still bleeding like crazy and your jersey was soiled. Your head felt light and Jessies head snapped towards you as she saw you sit down on the grass again. The Canadian waved over medics and kneeled next to you, pushing back your baby hairs swiftly. "You're hot when you're mad," you winked at her. "You're hot when your nose is bleeding," she winked. "Dont lie," you rolled your eyes at her. "I'm not," she said almost hungrily. It made your heart skip a beat.

But then the medics were there with some towels and ushered you off the field just for the time it took to change your jersey and stop the bleeding. And then you were back on, but Katie was still angry.

The second foul on you came due to a slide tackle you had done to her. You had honestly tried to get the ball but ended up clipping her ankles. Not enough to injure her but enough to piss her off.

You were quick to stand up yourself, apologize and offer her your hand but she refused it, jumping up on her own and pushing you to the ground with a loud cuss word. You sat there, slightly stunned with your hands up in submission, but what made you stand back up was Jessie rushing towards you both, followed by a worried looking Vanessa Gilles and Quinny. You were quick to place yourself between Jessie and Katie. You grabbed onto Jessies waist with one arm and turned to Denise O'Sullivan. "Get her away from us O'Sullivan, she's not big but she stings," you yelled at the woman, referring to Jessie. Denise led her captain away and you watched as you got booked.

Before Jessie could argue with the ref, you gave her a stern look and took the yellow card. The game ended 2-1 which you were thankful for, but somehow McCabe still had it in her to argue.

As you shook hands with the opponent, Katie was closing the line and so were you. She stopped you by putting her hand on your stomach and pushing you in the slightest. "You play just as dirty as me you're just better at hiding it," she whispered in your ear. You rolled your eyes at her before moving away. "Whatever, I'm gonna go talk to my girlfriend now because I still have one," you scowled, knowing immediately you should not have said that. You walked away from her and towards Jessie who was looking more calm and concerned now instead of angry and on edge. "What did she say?" your girlfriend asked. "Nothing, just banter," you answered.

The next time you saw Katie, she was being booked. You had no clue for what because the game had been over for about five minutes now. You exchanged a look with Jessie and burst out laughing, clapping your hands together as the Irish ignored you.

The locker room was happy but full of knowledge that you all collectively needed to perform better versus Australia.

Once you got into the bus it was late and dark outside. Your hair was wet from shower water instead of rain and you cuddled up beside your girlfriend in the bus. "It's cute when you get all protective," you said to her, nuzzling into her shoulder. "It's cute when you put your arms out to stop yourself from almost breaking your nose," Jessie answered, making you let out a short, loud laugh. "Okay Fleming," you rolled your eyes.

Jessie looked down at you and you shifted to look up at her so that she could place a small, sweet kiss on your lips. She closed her eyes and so did you, knowing that you had a couple hours of sleep before taking a plane back to Melbourne.

[kingofthe-egirls]

ORAL FIXATION: LUFFY x Y/N

(inspired by @zwhoreo who answered my luffy affection request and spurred me to finish this drabble)

(cw: spit play, luffy's fingers in your mouth/vice versa, dirty talk)

words: 353

"M'not done!" Luffy whines, thumb still pressed to the flat of your tongue. "Take it," he pouts, thrusting his thumb in and out of your mouth. You moan, open-mouthed and drooling, as he plays with you.

And when Luffy plays, he plays.

He switches to two fingers, opting to fuck your face with his third and fourth digits. He speeds up, and you gag as he presses down on your tongue. "Take it," he says again, voice raspy as he stares at you with half-lidded eyes. They're glinting, in the firelight.

He looks like he wants to devour you.

So you let him.

He leans forward, stretching your mouth open with his two fingers like scissors, and presses his tongue inside. You "mmph!" at his taste, still salty from the meat he'd had earlier. He sighs.

"Thanks, baby," he pulls away, letting your mouth go. You wriggle your lips around, rubbing at your sore jaw. You're used to taking his cock down your throat, but having him stretch your mouth out with his fingers is a new, strange sensation for you. He kisses the side of your jaw with wet lips. He smells like soot, and ash. He'd been in charge of making the fire tonight, apparently.

"My turn?"

He turns to you with a grin, and stretches his mouth out with an excited "ahhh!" You giggle, and start by gently pressing your index finger into his waiting mouth. It's warm, and wet, and sloppy. Your nose crinkles, slightly. It's gross, but it's hot.

Luffy sucks your finger with abandon, eyes crossed in pleasure. He has such an oral fixation. You let him play with your fingers, caressing his tongue up and down your first and second digits. He pops off you with a groan, only to capture your palm in his and press a kiss to the top of your knuckles. "Ya like my tongue?"

"Oh, yes."

He grins, and leans back to knock his shoulder into yours. You sit there at the firelight, quietly humming Brook's song together. You sway slightly as you harmonize with your captain.

Pirate's life is fun.

[mapofyourstars]

I was tagged by the wonderful and amazing @mister-peregrine <3

last song: "give me a try" by the wombats. last book: currently re-reading the song of achilles and annotating it because I like pain. last movie: I don't even know. miscellaneous clips from all the x-men movies, lol last tv show: the agency - I'm behind though because I'm a bad media watcher. last thing I googled: the goddamn white house website to see what other atrocities the cheeto enacted. favorite color: purple or pink, but I also love black. sweet/savory/spicy: savory because sweet hurts my soul and I have to be in the mood for spice. looking forward to: writing my dadneto fic once I'm done drafting it - had some breakthroughs today, and I'm getting excited. current obsession: if my blog wasn't clear enough, the x-men/cherik, of course. this is probably my third or fourth time back on this hyper-fixation, and I'm very much enjoying myself this time around. I'm also back on my stardew valley obsession - playing the update on my switch and enjoying the slow grind to perfection.

gonna try and tag others that I didn't tag before: @cheriksupporter @linneke @magneticallyyours @uniquecellest @xgayvier @eriksdefender @inmymagnetoera @neonwizardheehee and anyone else who would like to do it! and don't feel pressured by the tag!

[ladyveronikawrites]

FIXATE ON THE FRAILTY 18+

Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024 - DAY TWO

🥀For @ao3userfeistycadavers Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024 Collection

🥀Dom!Rick Olson x FemDom Reader x Subby! Chris Motionless 🥀CW: Established D/s dynamic, protected vaginal penetration, threesome, chastity, latex kink, Sweat fetish, or salophilia, ass worship, rim job, mild degradation - use of ‘slut’, slight choking, bondage. 🥀Summary: Bored and stuck in a small town on tour, Chris and Rick find a fun way to entertain themselves. 🥀Author's note: Title comes from Motionless in White's 'Wasp'. ���Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🥀word count 1.9k 🥀crossposted - wattpad

Drenched in sweat, you are exhausted from the long day at the studio. To pay for your student loans for your PhD program you teach yoga during the day and hustle exclusive kinky content at night.

You turn from the door you are locking up when someone clears their throat. “Hey, sorry,” he apologizes quickly cheeks blushing as he looks you over. “Do you teach yoga here?” he asks shyly. You take in his blonde hair and tattoos - not like your usual students from your small town - excitement and intrigue make your heart race.

“Yes, just closing up for the night. My first class starts at 9 am tomorrow.” You watch his face light up and you mirror it back to him with a wide smile. 

“Oh perfect, thank you. I’m Chris,” he adds extending a hand to shake. You switch your rolled mat to your other hand to shake his hand, giving him your name. As Chris turns to leave you call out to him. Your heart pounds in your ears and nerves grip your stomach as you blurt out, “Wait, here’s my business card.” 

You don’t normally give out your card to strangers but you take a chance on his enthusiasm. Dropping your mat you rummage through your black crossbody bag and hand him your card. Time slows down when your fingers brush over each other and it’s electric, shocking you back to reality. You quickly retract your hand, not impolite, as you add a “Have a good night!” Despite your confidence in your online content, sharing it with someone in real life still makes you embarrassed. 

When you get home you shower quickly unwinding from the busy day. As you wait for your food to be delivered you plop down in your fuzzy robe, hair still damp from the shower. You check your email and decide to post a few photos that you took earlier in the week in hopes more interaction will come. Maybe Chris will enjoy them? The butterflies in your stomach scatter the moment the doorbell rings. Shutting your brain off for the evening you have a glass of wine with dinner as you start your fourth rewatch of Charmed. Yawning you shuffle into bed after taking care of the dishes and your cat, Salem. Once Salem curls up against you sleep consumes you peacefully.

30 minutes into your instruction, the door opens softly, and the blonde stranger from last night saunters in. You look him over briefly noticing his attire is far from the norm; a pair of black latex pants and a cotton tee. Despite this, he unrolls his mat and joins right in as if he’s been practicing for years. Maybe he has, you think to yourself. You can’t help but smile when your eyes meet his.

The class disperses after the closing Namaste with the usual regulars stopping over to say goodbye. Some cast glances at the stranger, but no one says anything. You start to towel yourself off when a hand stops you. Looking up, Chris towers over you and your heart rate skyrockets. 

“Sorry,” he pulls away quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He steps back giving you space. Running his hand nervously through his damp hair he continues, “So um.. I bought all of your content last night… and well.” His cheeks redden as he stares at the ground. 

You stride over to him and grip his chin to pull his gaze to yours. “So tell me what you want.” 

Your other hand comes to palm at his pants. You press hard against him and gasps. Huh, a chastity cage. Your mind starts to spiral. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You press even harder. 

“My friend and I.” He squirms and you grip his chin harder. “Were wondering if –” you release his chin but not his cock. “ – if you would be interested in seeing us tonight. N-n-name your price.” You watch as his shoulders slump forward when he exhales in relief. 

“You think I do home visits?” You eye him warily as he shrinks back into himself. You typically don’t only because no one had offered before. 

“I’m stupid and reckless and my boyfriend is going to reem me for this-” he nervously rakes his hand through his hair. “-but I was just hoping you might.” 

“So you like latex, huh? Is that why you wore them to my session?” You tease the edge of the waistband with your fingertips. “Like to get all hot and sweaty.”

“Y-yes ma’am… miss… misstre -” Chris stammers.

You silence his lips with a slender finger. You’re not the type to care too much about honorifics as long as they are respectful. 

“You can call me whatever you like, even my name. Although I did some digging last night and found out you're a big rockstar, so you better not be playing me.” Narrowing your eyes and look him over. 

“No, miss.” He shoots his hands up in surrender. “I swear.”

“Ok then, email me the address and I’ll send the paperwork over. Oh and no cumming until I make you come, got it?” 

“Yes ma’am, thank you, ma’am.” You watch him leave just as your next class starts to arrive.  

When Chris returns to the hotel room he finds Rick hunched over on the huge bed typing away on his computer. Despite the few days off from the tour, Rick still hasn’t stopped working. Chris tries to get Rick’s attention by calling his name but it’s no use when he realizes Rick has his earbuds in so Chris does the next best thing. 

Sauntering over to the bed, Chris stretches tall and groans obnoxiously. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt slowly sliding his hand up his tattooed torso. He tweaks his own nipples and they harden instantly, yet Rick’s attention still remains fixed on the screen.

“Fine,” Chris huffs, leaning over he grabs the laptop from Rick’s hands and plops it on the bedside table.

“Hey what the-” 

“Pay. Attention. To. Me,” Chris’ hips sway as he crawls on the bed and into Rick’s lap. 

Rick leans against the headboard, adjusting his hips to take Chris’ weight.

“Awh is someone hot, sweaty, and needy after a little yoga,” Chris can feel his cheeks heat at the taunt. He tries to look away – to hide his embarrassment – but Rick pulls him back with a gentle finger hooked under his chin. Rick chuckles darkly as Chris grinds against him.

“She really worked you hard,” Rick smirks as he presses a hand to Chris's crotch. 

Chris can’t help but whine when Rick presses harder against him and the silicone cage around his cock. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll review the paperwork she sent.” Rick slaps Chris’ thigh sending him off to shower. 

Chris’ boyfriend answers the door with a curt “Hey, I’m Rick” and gestures for you to enter. Sweat drips down your back and the latex sticks to your thigh when you walk but to you, it’s the best feeling ever. It’s a little primal and prehistoric and it drives some people absolutely feral. When you approach the bed you find Chris dressed only in his boxers, kneeling with his wrists bound.

After dropping your bag on the dresser you walk over to him between the bed frame. You stretch your body long and lean over the bed with a sigh forcing your ass in his face. You shake your hips as you rub yourself against him. When you feel the pressure of his tongue you can’t help but grin to yourself. 

“A needy little slut aren’t you,” you tease, rocking your hips harder.

“Answer her,” Rick commands. Turning your head you follow the voice to find Rick behind you with his tattooed fingers gripping onto Chris’ scalp holding him in place.

“Answer her!” Chris’ eyes roll back when one hand wraps around his throat. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed and it makes your pussy throb. 

“I’m a needy slut” Chris whines. 

“No cumming,” Rick says sharply, yanking on Chris’ hair. Despite his shorter frame, Rick pushes Chris to the ground where he clumsily braces himself with a grunt. 

“Undress her,” he instructs.

Chris scurries over to you on his hands and knees. He kisses your black stiletto boots before unzipping them and pulling them off your feet. Rick gracefully settles down on the bed in front of you. A tattooed finger lifts your chin. Entranced by steel blue eyes and the brush of his soft lips against your cheek you hardly register another set of hands unzipping your latex suit. Rick kisses the corner of your lip as goosebumps climb up your legs after you step out of your pants completely bare to these two haunting beautiful strangers. You should feel vulnerable and embarrassed yet you feel powerful, confident, and sexy as hell.

“Are you ready to be worshipped dear?” he mumbles against your lip. You suck in a hurried breath when soft lips press against your ankle.

“Yes,” you exhale. Rick grasps your face in his hands and pulls you to him. At the same time, he devours your lips Chris licks and sucks love bites up your sweat-slick leg. You jolt accidentally biting down on Rick’s bottom lip when Chris nips at your ass. 

“Did he scare ya?” Rick chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. “Good.” He grins before smacking the other cheek. Heat spreads over the delicate flesh and then sharp teeth nip at the same spot yet this time pleasure takes its place. Chris nuzzles against your ass forcing you to wrap your arms around Rick’s neck for support. Your eyes go wide and your body tenses when Chris licks at the dip in your back right above your hole. 

“Relax darling, let him help you feel good.” Rick licks at your lower lip and you part your lips to him. You melt into his kiss. Desperate for more, you push Rick onto his back and rock your hips back. You and Chris moan when he enters your tight hole with his tongue. “I need more,” you whine when Chris withdraws from you.

“Take whatever you need,” Rick says casually as he pulls a condom from the pocket of his joggers before rolling down his erect cock. Planting your feet firmly on either side of Rick’s torso you sink down onto him. He fills you effortlessly and makes you a little dizzy. As you rock back, Chris licks into your tight hole again. 

“Oh fuck!” It’s all too much when Rick tilts his hips slamming into the sweet spongy spot inside as he presses his thumb onto your clit. Your nails dig into his chest as you clench around him and your vision blurs. 

“Shit shit shit,” Rick’s rhythm falters, pounding into you until he empties himself in the condom. 

Boneless you slump forward across Rick’s chest, yet Chris continues his pursuit until you are a whiny oversensitive mess clenching again around Rick’s now softening cock. 

“Oh fuck!” You feel Rick tense when he comes again, his chest rising and falling quickly. “What… the… fuck… man” he pants between words. “Fuuuuuuck.” Rick sighs as the post-orgasm exhaustion slams into him.

You can hear Chris grinning when he says, “I couldn’t help myself.” 

“Hey–yooowwww,” you yelp when Chris smacks your ass. Groaning, you look over your shoulder to throw him death daggers. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up darling and we’ll order room service.” Begrudgingly, you peel yourself up and off of Rick. After Rick unlocks Chris from his cuffs, he leads you and Chris to the bathroom. “Thank you,” they say in unison before kissing both of your cheeks and hopping into the shower. 

“You’re next Chris,” you grin up at the tall singer as you close the shower door behind you.

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[rambling-madwoman]

Midnight Cinderella - Louis Howard - 2

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And part 2, from Louis' perspective. I'll switch around Lettie or Louis' POV because why have one sided pining when we can have 2.

“Is he the one that came and took her?”

“No, that was someone else. I don’t know who this is.”

Louis exhaled slowly, his attention fixated purposefully on Loretta’s front door. The two girls who had joined the growing group around him couldn’t have been out of their teens yet.

“Is Lettie coming back? She makes my dad’s stuff for his leg pain.” One of them asked.

Louis hesitated, shifting on his feet. What was he supposed to say to that? “I’m sure… she’s thought of that.”

He really wasn’t sure she had. Compelling as her statements and supposed honesty had been in the King’s Chamber, they were only words. Sheer audacity had impressed his peers but her actions would make the truth of her motives and characters much more clear. He prayed Loretta would come back through that damn door any minute. The people around him had all tried asking him questions, who he was, what was going on, but he had no desire to involve himself in Loretta’s business. Her attendant had followed her up to the door, where he waited. He was happily chatting with several people there. Louis listened carefully over the crowd, but he didn’t think the attendant gave anything away either.

“Sorry,” He said with a bright smile for maybe the fourth time. “I think I shouldn’t say anything. You understand, right?”

Finally the door opened, and everyone’s attention was back on it. Loretta and her brother came out with arms full of jars and other things Louis supposed she had made for the people there. Still she hadn’t put shoes on, the heels she dusted over his hand still sitting in the carriage behind him. Her attendant had jumped to attention but Loretta said nothing to him and only deposited her supplies into his arms. At least it wasn’t just him she was rude to. Then she went back inside and returned with more. How much could she possibly have?

She and her brother handed out their things through questions and demands being shouted and pleaded at them. He had to wonder how long they had been in the capital city. How well she actually knew the people she claimed to have served. Loretta’s face remained in that somewhat annoyed resting expression she always had. She only winced slightly at the occasional accusation of running off, of selling herself to a rich husband. Perhaps Louis had judged her nerve too harshly but it made no difference. She would have been better off staying here rather than giving up her freedom. Better off with people who had the decency to look after her brother and who wouldn’t hate her for her birth. There was no true winning in this game.

Loretta stopped occasionally as she moved through the crowd and Louis could overhear her explaining things like how long a tincture had to soak or herbs she had prepared for medicines. With only a tied bundle of a dried plant left in her arms, she came to a woman with two young boys. Her face still betrayed no feeling beyond determined pragmatism.

He might have been a little intimidated if Loretta barked at him the way she did at the woman in front of her. “The charm I gave Roger has no magic. I made my requests to the saints but I don’t know what good that really does. It’s mostly lavender,”

The woman’s eyes went wide, “Well, I didn’t really think - Lettie, where are you going?”

Her short brows knitted, thin lips went tightly pursed. She was too unpredictable for Louis to guess what she was feeling. But he knew what it meant to be relied on. His duchy was home to over a hundred thousand Wysterians.

Loretta turned rather abruptly, quickly heading towards where Louis stood by the carriage.

“Loretta…” He attempted, desperate to finally get on with this night.

She didn’t even look at him as she snapped, “Be patient.”

She passed him, leaning into the carriage through the door. Quickly as she turned back, Louis saw what she retrieved. The shoes she had taken off just to spite him, a cluster of pearls and gold string on the toes catching the low lamplight. Loretta returned to the woman and held the shoes out to her.

Louis would have liked to see the look on Loretta’s face as she said, “I wore these today, but they were new before that. I don’t know if they’ll fit you - sell them for all I care, that’s what I would do with them.”

Then she turned abruptly again, heading back to the carriage and leaving the woman and her sons gaping at the finery dropped in her hands. The crowd of people tightened around them all with another wave of raucous noise. But as Loretta lifted herself onto the carriage step and looked out over them, a hush went over the entire block. Louis could see the tension and nerves creeping into her face, and that spite trying to keep them down.

She took a deep breath, “I will send someone to,”

The people fired up again with demands of where she was going, what was going on. Lettie tried to get a word in but she had no control of them, couldn’t be heard over the backlash. One person shouted and then another, asking if she was the Princess Elect. As it became the overwhelming question from them all, Lettie finally threw her hands up.

She shouted, “Alright, alright!”

Her hands balled into fists as there was quiet again, her eyes screwed shut. She had been so very bold in the King’s Chamber, proclaimed she would become their princess without any hesitation. Perhaps they had just been words. He could only hope the gravity of what she had agreed to was weighing on her.

She spoke again, forcing her fists open like letting something go. “It’s true, the King has… approved… of me,”

She opened her eyes and rushed out the most important part, “as the Princess.”

The quiet turned to stunned silence. Loretta’s freckles were hidden by near glowing red spreading across her cheeks and she glared at the uneven stone street. All around her different faces looked back, some incredulous, others still blank. Hissed whispers and murmurs of understanding began to rise. And almost all at once the silence erupted into cheers. Hands reached up and pulled Loretta back into the crowd, and she was gone again. Louis sighed, turning back into the carriage. He could only hope this wouldn’t take all night.

The noise could likely be heard across the city. It was plain to see how overjoyed people were at the news. Louis supposed if you didn’t know better, it must have seemed like a fairy tale. Or maybe they just didn’t care. The win was theirs, even if it came at the expense of one of their own. The carriage interior was colder than it was outside. There was no stopping her now that everyone in the Kingdom would know.

He couldn’t help looking out the window to watch her. She was more at ease now, easily turning her attention between multiple people trying to get it. They looked to her and even though he couldn’t hear what she said, he could see how she responded with her face and body. Easily in control without having to take it, firm in her responses but not uncaring. There was a grace to it, but not an elegance. Not quite regal but maybe almost motherly in a way. Not that he would know.

Louis almost fell asleep waiting for her. It could have been any time of night by the time the carriage door opened again. He wouldn’t be able to get home at this rate. As the carriage pulled away, Loretta’s brother was waving out the window and Loretta sat back, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes.

When the boy settled into a seat, he eyed Louis. “So… who is this guy, then?”

“The Duke of Howard.” Loretta answered.

Louis frowned. The boy didn’t look much like Loretta. He had dark cropped hair and no freckles, but they did have the same black pits for eyes.

The boy looked unimpressed. “What did he come for?”

Louis exhaled slowly, shifting his gaze out the opposite window and removing himself from their conversation.

“Ask him.” Loretta sighed, still pressing her eyes. “I am so God damn tired.”

He didn’t ask anything. Louis had wanted to try and get her away from the castle again, but just as before he was too cowardly. His emotions still got the better of him like a child. After that passionate insistence on her position in the King’s Chamber it wasn’t likely he would convince her of anything anyway. He had been thinking about it all day. It was hard to deny there was something likable about it. Something restorative about the way she bit back at him when he snapped. He didn’t know anyone else like that. And he wouldn’t for long. If he couldn’t stop her, he could at least avoid her so he didn’t have to see social performances slowly crush the audacity out of her.

As the carriage approached the palace, Loretta’s attendant rapped on the wall between him and Louis. “Eyes up,”

She looked up then pushed her brother flat against their seat as if she could hide him, “Shit, Giles.”

The carriage pulled close to him, but Louis could have seen the joy on Giles’ face from miles away. This would be inconvenient, especially if anyone else found out. He could think of several people who would find far too much amusement for too long in making up jokes about cavorting with the Princess. Louis stepped out first, then Loretta.

When Loretta’s brother stepped out, Giles’ enjoyment gave way to surprise. “What is that?”

“Theo.” Loretta answered for the boy, who only waved and said nothing.

Giles sighed, “And here I thought I’d finally caught Duke Howard cavorting, with the new Princess no less. I suppose it was naive of me to think there would be no more secrecy between us?”

Loretta gave him a challenging look, “Well I had to give it back to you a little, didn’t I? For baiting me with that useless flower.”

“Regardless,” Giles was smiling again, “you two seem to have quite the rapport already.”

From the corner of his eye Louis saw the boy’s lip curl much like Loretta’s did.

“I don’t-” Loretta started to speak but Giles addressed Louis instead.

“So if you’d permit me to make a small suggestion, perhaps you’d like to volunteer to serve as Her Highness’ dance instructor?”

His work often brought him to the palace but it would give him little reason to interact with the Princess until she took on more responsibilities. If she took them on and didn’t leave them to her future husband. The thought of a common woman being married off for political power still made him feel ill.

“Certainly.” Left his lips before he could think of it more. Louis saw Lettie’s head turn to him, but didn’t dare to check her expression.

Giles smiled and stepped aside, bowing for the Princess to go ahead of him. “You’ll begin right after breakfast.”

She walked on with a distinct lack of clicking heels on stone. Giles lifted his head, seeing she had no shoes. “Why?”

[falindankovsky]

I would love to hear about your healer swap au!

Yayy!! Alright so firstly who are our swapped healers? And who did they swap around their roles with? Also this is gonna be a long post sorry chat! Also not getting into on this post but everyone’s symbolic animal is changed slightly as well (minus Daniil being a snake he’s still a snake dw) I fucked up and got way way too fixated on this au for like the past threeish days….help

Artemy is the psychologist

Clara is the haruspex

Daniil is the changeling

And our lovely fourth member of the group Falin is the bachelor

And here’s what’s going on with each!

Bachelor fal: unlike Daniil his version of Thanatica has found a cure for death! That being dying and having a miracle worker give blood! He comes to town on request of Andrey his university friend who asks him to bring back someone who his brother accidental killed well turns out that’s a ruse! The rugs sweep out from the bachelors legs and he’s now a martyr for the utopians!

As for his personal relationships he’s friendly with the twins instead of the whole they want him dead thing! And here fal is the Saburov’s adoptive child (his reason for wanting to find a cure for death perhaps being to save his adoptive mother if she should succumb to its grip?) his relationship with changenill is uh…messy! And Falin grew up with Lara so there’s some implied romantic stuff going on between the two (dw though he has two hands for both her and Daniil, geez Falin who let you have two s/os)

Which is another fun way I wanted to play with switched up dynamics! Since normally Fal is married and monogamous! Thought it’d be interesting for him to be unwed and polyamorous! Since his personal perspective on the world would be different so would his relationship views, also psychologist fal is already friends with Lara so thought it’d be interesting to shake up that dynamic :) and his views on relationships! For this

Changeling Daniil: you thought he was smug? Well now he’s a savior complex religious faith healer? How he finds his powers he refuses to tell but he’s very smug about everything but he’s also terrified now knowing the existence of that 4th wall that exists which manifests into viciously arrogant as time goes on, given that his "cure" can work perfectly, here he doesn’t have a lab he’s a cult leader, he believes everything given to him is the will of god he steals and hes a murderer he will use his hands indiscriminately without restraint or remorse afterall it’s gods will its his judgement!

He’s very obsessed with converting Falin to help him as he has the miracle of reanimation (it’s implied here Fal is a failed mistress and his powers come from there) he also strongly believes Falin could become his new god if he saves him from the kains grasp, he’s very greasy and the only thing he’s got is that Fal allowed both Daniil’s (as much like normal changeling there’s two of them!) to stay in his room at the Stillwater with him. Falin does reciprocate his affection however he’s much more normal and far less codependent about it.

His personal relationships are basically nonexistent everyone kinda wants him fucking dead! He’s only the humbles healers since he has experience with these things before, though both Lara and Eva take some pity on him only due to the bachelor requesting they do such (in Eva’s case)

Haruspex Clara: here Clara is Isidor’s adoptive daughter and one of the kids he was training before his death! He just found her on the side of the road and was like my daughter now! Yes the men on the train still jump her and she can fight! She kills them all and afterwards is kinda fucking horrified as once she gets back into town afterwards (she was finding herbs near the train cars or train hopping haven’t decided) Rubin informs of Isidors death and she believes killing those men was what killed her father, so she takes on the role of menkhu in order to atone for her guilt. She really just wants to do as much good as she’s able and her idealism is limited to the hope that things will get better if those around her just love eachother enough which sweetheart :( :( …..Clara :( :(

Artemy is her brother here instead of Fal (yes Fal and Clara are blood related however here they aren’t here since Au fun! and if anything Fal’s very dismissive of her it’s an inverse of their normal dynamic which makes me sad) but Artemy is a good brother towards her! So it’s fine she lost a brother and got another! Oh also Rubin would take on an older sibling figure to her as well! And is actively trying to aid her in her research and cure as he shares her guilt about Isidor’s death! (Albeit in a completely different manner) She’s also trying to be mature for her bounds like how Capella is but she’s utterly failing and wishes she was Capella she’s jealous of her for being emotionally mature when Clara herself can’t be anything other then guilty and paranoid.

Psychologist Artemy: he left the town after his brothers death to study in the capital, he wanted to take on the job his brother had before his death (as once more he feels guilt for his death and believes he needs to atone for it by doing this) he still comes back to town via isidor’s letter and is accused of the murder lol! I like that plot too much to rip it away ya know? But he’s kinda annoying at the same time always psychoanalyzing everyone else it’s a tad annoying! He needs therapy himself actually. He’s got very bad survivors guilt and also might have previously had a thing going on with grief before he left for university that’s not currently important however!

As stated previously he has a supportive sibling relationship with Clara and things are still strained with Rubin, he’s very annoyed by changenill and Fal he’s also the one who warns Falin about allowing Daniil to exist within his life (he’s not listened to) in this au he doesn’t adopt sticky and murky instead he adopts Taya and Notkin still trying to figure out the writing there tbh. Oh also canon widower Artemy! He had a wife in the capital….he had one he doesn’t anymore however. He’s the healer I have the least for tbh….unfortunately lol need to write more stuff for him 💔 but trust I also have his relationship with Aglaya going on where’s it’s implied she went under her alias a few times in order to be his client (similar to her going to the bachelor reanimating that woman) his relationships are also still just as dysfunctional as they are in canon lol!

Only decent relationship he gets is with his adoptive kids and his sister, maybe he and grief even patch things who knows

[nixalegos]

Pack Hunting.

It had been a mistake to pick up the staff. A zhar'doom greatstaff, in fact, something of a relic, even among the more classically trained demonologists. Laying next to what little remained of its previous owner before a crudely made portal gateway cobbled with chains and runic stones. As if pulled by magnets and strings, the weapon hauled itself up as his fist tightened around its shaft. He muttered a curse as he tried in vain to let the weapon go, but it was too late. The sheer deluge of newly formed covens kept reporting incidents like this, it was to be expected, there was simply too many trying to race up to not try shortcuts. Shortcuts like jury rigging their weapon into a literal livewire switch of an already jury rigged magical ritual. To drop the weapon would risk a wave function collapse of planar energy that would run back into the weapon. At least this explained the remains on the floor. The gateway itself opened, kept stable as it was between the warlock and the weapon, and a rush of hot wind that reeked of sulfur washed over the hooded Sin'dorei. The familiar sight of a lupine shaped snout and whiplike head tendrils wandered past the still widening rip between worlds. Followed by another. And then another. They spread out, padding into a loose semi circle around the warlock, tendrils fixated on him like the buffet of magical energy he technically was. Pack hunting was trained into the more whippish stalkers, but it seemed someone, or rather something had lured the bulkier variations into learning cooperation. He tried to pull the weapon away from its wavering position, to little avail, it was fixated, compelled on keeping the gateway open. He could not simply cast at them, not with three hounds all trained on his movements, even the smallest invocation would be snuffed and drained before it could spark into anything resembling a spell. So he whistled. A fourth hound leapt in to flank the three, teeth bared, and tendrils splayed wide. The difference between a starving hound and one trained and used as a warlocks personal warbeast was apparent as Pryydom collided with the rightmost hound and began thrashing at it, biting, tearing what it could with its too long jaws. The pack turned on it, and Nix gripped the staff now with both hands, hauling it down, and whistled again, an unmagical command to have his summon leap back and reposition. A well trained trick he'd learned the value of all the way back in Wintergrasp. He then looked down to the staff. Oddly, it hadn't hauled itself back up, but was now aimed at the second larger of the two, its makeshift 'mouth' chittering at it as if it too wanted a bite. The weapon had its own instincts it seemed. So long as it hadn't snapped the portal shut worked for him. The movement of the weapon away from sustaining the rift had done something however, as a fourth enemy hound stepped through and into the commotion. It was larger, gorged on magic and stolen life to the point it had split a wound across its back, leaking fire and sulfur like a living volcanic rift, its tendrils too wide, like cactuses that had been overwatered. It heaved a bulk that dwarfed even Pyyrdoms, and it instantly became clear what had taught the other hounds how to hunt as they came around to the too large and strangely too red hounds side. The staff in Nix's hands lurched, pointing at the demonic pack as if trying to fling itself at it. Or perhaps out of familiarity? The pack now regrouped as Pyyrdom circled around to Nix's side, the wounded hound slumped between the six, struggling to get up, to drag itself to its kin. All six watched as it bled out and died. "Good boy." Nix muttered to his summon as he shifted his stance to holding the staff like a spear, the crude facsimile of a hound snapping, chittering, wanting to leap and bound as freely as the others.

He grinned, and all the demons did the same.

[rachelbethhines]

Genuine questions, if you don’t mind me asking: how was the new episode, how did it hold up as an episode of Doctor Who, how was it compared to last series?

Last series wasn’t really for me… and I feel kind of shit about that. Like, I’ve watched Doctor Who my whole life, it was my first hyper-fixation, and even after I cooled on it, it was a nice way of being with my family who were all fans. Like, I really want to like it! I’ve managed to find something to cary me through in every other series, even the ones that weren’t that much for me, but for some reason the few things I liked (Ncuti Gatwa’s acting and the Dot and Bubble episode) couldn’t carry me beyond the bits I really didn’t like. And it kind of made me think that if any show other than Doctor Who did some of the things that series did (shifting to a different genre, breaking the fourth wall to do a totally non world compliant musical number, rushed pacing and unexplained plot points) I’d simply say this isn’t for me any more and leave. But I don’t want to do that to Doctor Who, it’s been a staple of my life for so long that I don’t want to get rid of it.

For the first time in my life I kind of… forgot Doctor Who was on, so I wanted to ask someone else with a lot of knowledge and history with the series what they thought.

I would rate the newest episode a 4/5. And 4/5 has been my average rating for Gatwa's era thus far. Nothing has quite reached a top 5/5 but nothing has dipped below 3/5 for me yet.

As for the Robot Revolution, there's some pacing issues and I don't think the political themes that the story is going for are conveyed very well. But these are actually minor issues.

The episode achieves it's main goal of introducing the new companion and establishing the ongoing arc of the season, and it does so with stylish flair.

Weather or not you will enjoy it though will depend on a wide range of factors including personal tastes and moods.

I personally enjoy camp. A complete musical episode has always been high on my wish list, so a lot of the stuff RTD has played around with this era has been right up my alley.

Also switching genres is one of Who's strengths, imo. It's when eras get too formulaic and repetitive that I start to tune out.

But that's just me. I can understand how not everyone would be into it. I wouldn't feel guilty about taking a break if it doesn't jive with you.

The Moffat era was like my least favorite era of the show so there would be years where I would skip a season or two and then go back to catch up with it once something new enticed me back to the series. Like a new Doctor, or showrunner, or an anniversary, ect.

(PS. I do agree with you on the pacing issues, but that's been a problem for decades. It didn't just start with Gatwa and RTD2. I really hope who ever takes over next will consider hour and a half to two hour long episodes/stories)

[sakurawolf-23]

Toward the end of June, I deleted my Tumblr due to harassment. I should have just taken a break or deactivated it since I chose to come back. Shocking, considering my feelings toward this place. I was upset because one of the people who has issues with me over things I said/did/believed four years ago, came up with the wild accusation that I was lying about my mom and brother's place catching on fire. I was less hurt that anyone would believe that and more upset that...Wow. There are actually people in this world who would lie about such things?

Here's an update on that, though. It was mostly me doing all the cleanup. My mom and brother work most of the time, though she tries to help on her days off. Dad couldn't be around the smoke smell due to his weakened lungs from cancer treatments. He also couldn't do much because of the heat. Temps over 85F/29C take a toll on him. But I managed to get their portion of the house thrown away. It took about seven four-foot dumpsters and fourteen small trash cans.

The next step is to knock down the roof on that side of the house, and then we get to focus on the other side. Yeah, all of that time and energy for one half. Well, plus cleaning out the basement. Everything down there had water damage from the firefighters putting it out.

I've been hyper-fixated on Diablo IV this season. I got Tormented Grigorie down half last night (in two minutes, lol), so I've got a bit of a way to go, but I'm almost there! I also FINALLY beat the Raiden Training in Genshin, so I can move on in the storyline. And I've got 5200 Primos saved up so far for Mavuika!

Twitch Studio on my PC stopped working, so I had to find something else. I'm now using Prism Live, which lets me stream on up to six sites for free. So now you can find me on Kick, Twitch, and YouTube as SakuraWolf23!

I did, in fact, switch my Facebook gaming page over to also include crocheting and drawing, as I'm going to let SakuraWolf23 be the name I'm recognized by in those communities as well. Not much crocheting has been posted yet, but there will be as soon as I have more free time and energy to return to it.

I'm still streaming on Mon/Fri nights at 5.30 PST, but I hope to return to my MWF schedule soon or add a fourth day! Maybe even an every-two-day thing or something. I just enjoy it a lot and want to do it more.

Currently working on the next chapter of my Guardians of Sanctuary fanfic. You can still find me as SamanthaNBishop on Archive of our Own and Wattpad, but I decided to reactivate my Quotev, so I'm there as well now. I let go of Reedsy after reading more into their terms and conditions. But I'll still use the prompts there to get ideas.

While away from here, I polished up four short stories. I still have about ten more to revise and ten or so to write, and then I'll be looking to publish my first short story collection!

I'll also restart my thing, where I share my opinions about books, movies, games, etc. Interesting parts, life lessons, or scenes that evoke a strong emotion in me. Thinking of calling it Magical New World or something similar just to have the acronym MNW.

At the moment, I can't think of anything else I need to update on or speak about. So I guess that's it. Sorry for the long post!

[jeonghantis]

✧ — NO INHIBITIONS, STRANGE CONDITIONS.

PAIRING ⇝ kim mingyu x reader.

SUMMARY ⇝

road safety could not hold you back from wanting your boyfriend despite how stupid of a idea it is. kim mingyu was just as stupid.

TAGS ⇝ established relationship, smut, pwp.

WARNINGS ⇝ language, gn!reader but with female parts & wears skirts, distracted driving (DRIVE SAFELY PLEASE), explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!).

WORD COUNT ⇝ 3.7k words.

note: welp. LOL! mingyu driving drove me mad. this is 2 of 2 fics in celebration of mingyu month. a complete 180 from the first one i fink! oops! and yes i'm aware it's may now and i apologize deeply. but celebrating mingyu should be an all-time thing. the title is taken from the song leaving me feeling confident by the driver era. don't think the song would go specifically with the fic, i just liked the wording. this is completely self-indulgent so as always, not proofread hehe. not as good as i hoped it would be but i hope you enjoy regardless.

reblog for kim mingyu. thats it. (and to support me).

smut tags under the cut.

SMUT TAGS ⇝ ROAD HEAD! (dick sucking while driving), dom/sub dynamics, switch!mingyu, switch!reader, mingyu is kinda sub until he's not, reader is dom until they're not, size kink (reader is smaller than mingyu), use of the petname "darling" "baby" & "angel", dirty talk, praise (reader gets called "pretty"), degradation (whore, slut), hairpulling, mild begging, groping, oral (m), fingering (f), gagging, throatfucking, cunt slapping (once), cum eating, mingyu is ROUGH (man does not know his own strength but is caring afterwards), reader being used as a toy, cockdumb and cock hungry reader, reader probably got major oral fixation, big dick!mingyu like Big Big (could imagine mingyu being ridiculously big or reader just has small hands).

Wandering hands had become quite a shared habit, how natural it was for their fingers to gravitate towards each other. It was always welcomed, of course, when it acted as a need of comfort from the other. When there was not one moment where they were not craving for each other.

But this was a problem. Several problems. Two very conflicting problems.

First, not only is your hand caressing him at the moment, it’s artfully roving over to his crotch. And Mingyu truly loved your bold actions and might have appreciated it if it had been within the confines of their apartment. But it was in the confines of his car, in the middle of a highway.

Second, the problem to the first problem, was that this was his wet dream come true.

It’s a no-brainer what should be deemed more urgent. Mingyu didn’t want to careen their vehicle over the edge and risk their very lives for the sake of getting his dick wet. 

But. 

But the danger, although he knows it should, doesn’t entirely frighten him. It was a wet dream for a reason.

But Mingyu should be smart about this. He has to be smart about this.

Meanwhile, you’re thinking you may be utterly stupid about this. 

Most times, you would consider yourself a cautious person—someone who would always second-guess every decision, and hell, maybe third or even fourth-guessed. Truly, you were an overthinker. Sometimes, you wished you could just stop thinking altogether.

And that time has come now. There was absolutely no question of your decision, not even a single thought process done, when you reached to palm your boyfriend’s clothed dick. You only knew that you were being ridiculous, but it was because Mingyu looked ridiculously hot right now driving the way he does, glancing at you and smiling the way he does. What the hell were you supposed to do?

What you’re saying next is entirely pulled out of the shallowest part of your brain riddled with unbridled lust. And it challenges Mingyu’s logic and worsens his agony.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” you ask innocently, peering at him with big, curious eyes. 

“I might kill us both, babe,” Mingyu said, pearly canines bared when he wore a strenuous smile. He spares an urgent glance at how your hand sits perfectly atop his growing erection, nails dragging on denim. His grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“I trust that you won’t. You’re a good driver,” you claim, smiling sharply as you give him a tilt of your head. “Is that a no?”

There was no immediate response from him, his eyes fixed stubbornly on the road that lay ahead. Yet, you still caught the clench of his jaw under the flash of a streetlamp, the whitening of his knuckles. It was insanely unfair how Mingyu could still look so gorgeous when frustration twisted his features—or was it you who simply loved seeing his frustrations?

Mingyu weighed his options. Their apartment was still many ways away, he doesn’t know if he could tough it out for that long. He’s thankful the highway is nearly void of other cars, but is utterly bitter over how it stretches on seemingly forever, leaving him no room to pull over at all. He had to maintain focus on the winding paths. He tried not to think of the deft work of your hand on him. He tried not to think of how your mouth would soon replace it. But his pleasure-ridden body betrays him miserably—his hips lifting itself into a slow rut right against your hand.

“Endangering our lives just so you could fill your slut of a mouth,” Mingyu spelled out slowly, each word sharp. “Is that what you really want?”

“Yeah,” you chirp, entirely unaffected by his tone and he could practically hear the smirk in yours. “You could say no.”

He looks at you. “I could.”

“So, say it.”

A sliver of a smile as he turns away again. “I don’t think I will.”

“Oh?” The flutter deep in your stomach intensified, the anticipation having you on the edge seat almost quite literally as you’re leaning closer, adding a little more weight on his crotch. “Why not?”

“Because I dreamt of this,” he divulges, an airy sigh slipping from his lips. “Dreamt of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock in the middle of traffic, of your frustration when I’m unable to help you force my entire length down your throat.” 

“How filthy,” you jest, a shit-eating grin pulling your lips wider.

A pointed gaze. “You literally just offered to suck my dick in the first place.”

A shrug. “Fair.” 

Mingyu’s right hand reached for yours. The largeness of his palm fully encompasses your own as he presses down on it, applying enough delightful friction on himself for a strangled moan to get caught in his throat. 

“Just do it,” he exhales, his breathing ragged. “My dick is about to explode.”

“What a poet,” You snicker and give his dick a playful squeeze which only earns more of his choked noises. But thankfully, you’re merciful as you are excited and reckless. He hears the rustle against leather as you’re maneuvering yourself, folding your legs under you. His heart beats a little loudly against his chest, thrumming up to his ears and down to his dick, as lithe, dainty fingers make quick work on his belt and the button of his jeans. 

“Keep your eyes on the road for me, baby,” you say as your hand dives in to finally, finally, bring his awaiting cock out. “We both don’t want to be dead so soon before I give you the best orgasm of your life.”

“Then hurry up,” Mingyu seethes through gritted teeth.

He’s nearly at full length, and though you’ve held him countless times, you’re still marveling at the sheer size of him, how he sits heavily on your palm, throbbing thickly. Your fingers just barely come into a circle when you start to stroke him with an unhurried and leisurely pace, feeling the full extent of him.

“This hard just from me groping you?” you coo, tone a honeyed venom, as you run a thumb over his slit. “Trying to act all cool with me when you’re just as desperate to fill my slut of a mouth.” 

“Baby,” Mingyu said with heavy breaths that taper off into croaked groans. “Please don’t tease.”

“Don’t be so impatient,” you tut. “I promise I’ll make you feel good, but you have to be good and keep driving. Can you do that for me?” 

Mingyu swallows hard, the lump on his throat bobbing, and gives an obedient nod of his head before adjusting himself with a straightened back which might’ve been the umpteenth time he’s done so since you’ve offered your sinful proposal. 

“Good,” you hum, preening at his easy compliance, and dip your head down.

Mingyu bites down on his bottom lip hard when you take one small, tentative lick at his weeping slit. A ditzy giggle bubbles up your throat when he throbs almost immediately in response and your hand squeezes at the base of his cock in return. You continue with a few more teasing flicks, lapping up the bitter taste of him on your tongue, and only when you feel Mingyu’s thighs flex and strain to jerk up into your mouth do you ultimately indulge him.

“Oh fuck,” the poor man cusses out when you down him as much as you could, your mouth a luscious wet warmth as it envelopes around him. “Holy fuck, baby, that’s so good.” 

You hum appreciatively around his unbelievable girth, sending vibrations coursing down the just as unbelievable length that only has Mingyu whimpering praises more. A hand makes up for the rest of him that your mouth couldn’t quite reach just yet; it works in perfect tandem with your slackened jaw as your head begins to bob up and down on him.

Mingyu does not dare steal a glance in total fear of losing all sense of himself at what is most definitely the most lecherous view of his fantasies coming to life. His head stays firmly pinned against the leather-clad headrest, twitching eyes hell-bent on the road. But he could still hear the obscenity of it, all the wet glugs and sucks as your cheeks hollow out for him, and it does all but aid his concentration, gradually winding a burning hot coil deeply set in the pit of his stomach. The wandering habit presented itself as his right hand began to move (thanking the high heavens for making him left-handed), and glided over your back and all the way down under the impossibly short skirt you wore.

“That’s it, angel,” Mingyu drawls out in encouragement, his hand grabbing at the supple flesh of your ass. “You’re taking me so well.”

Hearing his praise and feeling his straying hand only spurs you to dip your head lower, attempting to swallow down more of him. There’s a sense of satisfaction when he bumps the back of your throat and you find that you have been able to take more than half of him in your mouth. But it’s fleeting when the latter half of Mingyu’s dream comes to light sooner than anticipated—that frustration, a consuming greed, of wanting to take him whole. And like he alluded to, you knew it wasn’t possible if he wasn’t fucking your mouth open, which is entirely out of the question. You’re still trying for some form of compensation—a hand wringing at the base, tongue lapping hungrily at the sides of his cock with lewd slurps—and it all comes out good when jerking out moans from Mingyu, but it’s short in appeasing you. It’s desperation now that’s having you creep further along his length, and it’s so so messy with the obscene amount of saliva cascading down his shaft, coating him with a wet sheen. You resist the urge to gag every time he hits the back of your throat and try to veer your focus on breathing through flared nostrils, eyes fluttering shut in concentration. 

It’s laughable how easily that focus is broken when prying fingers begin to pull your flimsy underwear. 

“I couldn’t help myself,” Mingyu averred, flashing a sly smile your way, before he’s gliding a calloused digit over your folds, gathering at the wetness trickling out.

Your mewls are broken and garbled, a new surge of spit gushing down, dripping on his lap. Instinctively, your hips swivel back hungrily in search of more blissful friction, as you peer up at him through wet lashes, a stray tear flowing down your cheek. 

Mingyu catches it when he casts a quick glance again. He notes the utter desperation contorting your expression, the glistening cheeks a sign of your eminent passion, and something deep inside him both inflames and melts at the same time. His eyes are assessing the road when it flickers back up, and there—the greatest silver lining known to man (just Mingyu) kissing the dusky sky—is the end of the highway. He doesn’t speed for it, no, instead he forgoes it, just the slightest bit as his foot eases off the pedal. He forgoes it for the sake of securing the vehicle, for the sake of slipping his a finger inside your wet channel as a reward for the glorious way you worship his cock. 

The surprised, choked-out groan you exude goes straight to his dick, quite literally. And he’s echoing it, staggered but loud enough to drown out the music flowing from the speakers. 

“I’ll pull over soon,” Mingyu imparts, gently hooking the digit and stroking your walls. “Just a little longer, baby, then I’ll fuck your throat. You’d like that too, won’t you?”

You pull off him with a satisfying pop, a string of spit threading between his cock and your glistening lips that’s quickly broken when both hands replace where your mouth’s been, stroking hard and fast. You glance up at him with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, holding back your moans as your hips sway back into his finger. 

“Be quick,” you whisper, eyelids flickering, and you lean back down to trace the veins along his cock with your tongue. “I want all of you in my mouth. I want you to bury your fingers in me. I want you to abuse me until I'm a mess of spit and tears.”

Fuck. 

Mingyu slams on the acceleration. He’s still commandeering the vehicle securely with one hand, but the finger inside you goes still, letting you use it as you please with shallow rocks of your hips and clenches of your walls. He takes a right when the road opens up and pulls up in a relatively empty parking lot very swiftly with the practiced ease of the seasoned driver he was.

Up until then, you were suckling on his tip, coaxing thick, pearly rivulets out of him onto your tastebuds. If it had been possible to be drunk off of precum, you certainly appeared to be buzzed out of your mind with how much you were giggling and lapping at him for more. You were impossibly gone in the pleasure of giving your boyfriend pleasure that you weren't given enough time to prepare yourself for the absolute reckless and barbaric nature that would be forced upon you.

Safely parked, Mingyu ignored the garbled whines when he pulled his finger away from your clenching walls as he goes to quickly undo his seatbelt. Mingyu reached for two firm fistfuls of your hair, used it as a rein to properly align your mouth for him to shove his way inside promptly without so much of a warning. Gone was his usual gentle nature, he’s completely ruthless. The power of his thrusts is terrifyingly inhumane, his sac slapping up against your chin with ease now that he waives your own comfort. He’s focused on gaining his pleasure and his alone.

“Better?” Mingyu laughs darkly. “Were you struggling all this time? Is your mouth filled up enough now? C’mon, pretty baby. Let me hear those gags.”

You do let him hear it, all the gurgles and violent retches made around him. You fucking know this’ll leave you voiceless the next day—hell, maybe for the next few days if you continue moaning against the repeated force—and yet you’re still indulging him, conceding your entire being to him almost too easily, almost too enthusiastically. 

Like the sick person you were, the brutality has you practically soaking wet through the fabric of your underwear. If you weren’t in such a rough position, you might’ve reached back to relieve yourself of the incessant throbbing of your core. And Mingyu held the mantle now, your authority beaten right out of you, so you weren’t so sure if he would appreciate you doing anything else other than being his cocksleeve.

So instead, with tears a steady stream down your face and lips red and swollen, you let him abuse you, narrowing your focus on the sliding weight of his dick on your tongue, your head laxed for him to fully control with no restraints or complaints. A perfect little toy.

Your pleasurable suffering wouldn’t last for long. Mingyu was close to breaking himself. You feel his thighs tense from where you gripped him for balance, his panted moans rising in volume against your ears. 

“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, you got that?” Mingyu drawled. “Every single bit. You wanted your mouth filled, yeah? You take it all, darling.”  

Your responding, muddled moans are a warm wet ring around him. If you could see him, you’d find how pleasure cruelly contorts his features. It takes a couple more messy, stuttered strokes then the burning coil inside him that wound so tightly snapped so violently. A surge of warmth overwhelms Mingyu, his muscles tensing and seizing, and a long, broken noise is ripped right out of his chest, as he comes in thick ropes of white right into your mouth.

The salty, warm cum of him glides down your throat like melted cream. You do try to guzzle it all down as told, but he always comes in such heavy loads. Coughs threaten to tear your throat but you’re suppressing them with the greatest effort until hot tears streak down your cheeks, your chest heaving wildly. 

“So good,” Mingyu exhales, his grip on you loosened as he takes to petting your hair with such affection as he rides out the remainders of his high. “You’re so good for me, angel.”

Satisfied after gulping down the last spurt of him, you finally let up with a small whimper, your frame quivering as you sat yourself back on your folded legs, your eyes eager when it found him. Mingyu still looked unbelievably good sweaty and flushed. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you might have looked like with your hair strewn about and swollen lips.

Mingyu didn’t seem to care. He was smiling at you with great fondness as if he had not just abused your mouth like a mere plaything. He reached to wipe some excess cum on your chin with a thumb before immediately shoving past your swollen lips. Still quite pliant, you lick it up earnestly, giving another wanton moan around him.

“Fuck,” Mingyu starts, huffing out a breathy laugh. “You’re my wet dream come true.”

“You’re welcome,” you try to lilt, but it comes out raspy and painful. 

Mingyu notices the wince in your expression and frowns, a hand immediately moving to cradle the side of your throat tenderly. “Does it hurt?”

“Well, you were not exactly gentle, Gyu,” you pointed out humorously, but caught sight of the slight concern lining his face and you quickly followed up with, “But I loved it a lot. It was hot. You were hot.”

Mingyu still looked concerned but at least the corners of his lips twitched at your addition. “I could tell you loved it. You took me really well, angel.”

“And I’d do it again and again,” you said, grinning. “Even though I’m pretty sure my windpipe is bruised.”

His hand lifts to hold the side of your face, a thumb smoothing over your cheek, as he looks over you for a moment. There’s a strange little glint in his eyes, and in your recovering state, you couldn’t quite place what it was, but it has your stomach churning again.

“I should make it up to you, shouldn’t I?” Mingyu murmurs, head cocked to the side as he smiles.

“Could you?” you ask in turn, voice soft. “Please?”

“I’ll take care of you,” he croons, raising his hand up to brush your hair back, his fingers threading through your hair. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

Mingyu reaches over you, promptly maneuvering your seat backwards. He eases you until you’re laying flat on your back, and his hands move to grip at your thighs, lifting them and spreading them wide. The breeze that hits your cunt has you trembling and you feel absolutely exposed when Mingyu only watches your tiny frame unfold before him, eyes drinking in the sight with an insatiable hunger. He brushes a knuckle over your soaked folds, tentative, before pressing it roughly against your throbbing clit. You’re whining, arching your back off the seat as a rush of searing pleasure courses up your veins.

You’re whining even louder when Mingyu draws back. You try to reach for his arm but it’s useless when it’s thickly corded with so much power.

“Looks like I didn’t ruin your throat enough if you’re this fucking whiny,” Mingyu remarked sharply with a laugh. He does reach a hand back but your excitement quickly fizzles out just as it spikes when a slap lands quick and sharp on your cunt and you’re jerking in your seat. “Sit still and wait quietly.”

You press your quivering lips into a thin line and nod your head obediently.

With a pleased smile, he pulls back once again. He fixes himself, shoving his dick back into his underwear, followed by sweeping his long hair back and away from his face. He takes his sweet time and doesn’t spare you a single glance as if you weren’t there at all, all the while you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, the anticipation simmering sickly in your stomach. Then, he’s suddenly reaching for the gear shift, setting the car in reverse, and pulling out of the parking lot.

“W-Where are we going?” you asked urgently.

“Home,” Mingyu replied casually, turning the wheel adeptly with one hand. “Where else?”

You looked down at yourself, at the compromising position he forced you in and forced you to hold. “But - ?”

As if to answer your question, his right hand roves over to you and between your legs. He starts with a press on your clit, then caresses the roughened pad of his finger down to where you leak, before bringing it right back up to start again, and again, and again.

“I promise I’ll make you feel good, baby” Mingyu echoes your words, a vicious smile pulling his lips. “But you have to be good and hold yourself up like that. Can you do that for me?”

“Are you getting back at me?” You meant for your words to come out as an aggravated hiss, but it came out pathetically as a soft whimper.

“Yes,” he responded, not wasting a beat, and peers at you, a dark glimmer in his eyes. “And because this is another wet dream of mine.”

“How lucky,” you start, taking in a shaky breath when Mingyu rubs short, tight circles on your sensitive nub. “How lucky you get to fulfill two of your dreams today.”

“It’s all because of you,” Mingyu grins and, without warning, slides two thick fingers inside you. “Now, answer the question.”

“Yes,” you gasp out immediately, the sudden breach stinging so sharply, but your walls gave a sickly delighted spasm around him anyway. Your arms come up and hook themselves around your knees, bringing it up to your heaving chest. “Yes, I can.”

“Good,” he hums, curling the digits and pressing it roughly against the sweet nerves inside you. “Tough it out because this time, I will not be pulling over.”

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[youkissedareaderinthedark]

i need more gay percy jackson fics. i need male best friends to lovers with Percy Jackson. i need slow burn. pining. tension. THE WHOLE 9 YARDS. I’m literally gonna do it now

. Male bff and Percy meet at camp in the first book. Boom. Instantly best friends

. Fuck the rule of “only 3 demigods per quest” Grover and Annabeth can come too, but Bff goes on every quest with Percy because they are chaotic yet brilliant when they work together

. Around Titan’s Curse, Percy and bff start developing feelings

. Percy just wants to be with bff all day long and not deal with all the godly stuff

. Bff worries more then usual about percy

. The fourth book is where things really start to escalate

. When Percy goes missing on Calypso’s island, bff goes feral

. Nobody is able to stop him from searching for Percy

. He searches new territory every couple days to make sure he isn’t missing anything

. Bff is heart broken when they declare Percy is dead

. He isolates is his cabin and only comes out for the funeral

. It’s only when he and Percy meet eyes he stops sad crying and starts happy crying

. Annabeth hugs Percy but his eyes are on bff

. After Percy leaves the big house, he instantly goes looking for bff

. He finds him sitting by the lake, a spot they usually hang out at together

. Ik it’s cliche but it’s like time stops and it’s just the two of them

. Bff tackles Percy in a hug and focuses on trying not to cry

. They missed each other :(

. But the happiness doesn’t last long because Percy has to leave for the labyrinth and bff can’t come with him

. They see each other again when Percy comes back from the labyrinth right before the battle but they didn’t get a chance to talk and it was torture for the both of them

. Tension was high when bff and Percy met again after the battle

. Bff thinks Percy and annabeth are a thing, and Percy is just awkward

. They kind of avoid each other for the rest of the summer at camp, and it hurts the both of them

. Bff does go to the birthday party, and it’s like all tension is lost

. Don’t ask me to elaborate on that, they’re boys, I don’t get it either

. They hug and I feel like that’s when their feelings are actually established

. Percy’s like “damn I really missed you all this time, not just in a best friend way tho”

. And bff is like “pls never leave again I missed you too much. Maybe more than a best friend should”

. I think about a year passed between Battle of the Labyrinth and Last Olympian

. And in that time, bff and Percy visit each other as much as possible

. By now, bff and Percy are both 100% certain of their feelings, they just need to tell each other

. Tension continues to grow, especially when Percy tells bff of his and Rachel’s friendship

. Right before Beckendorf comes to get Percy, Bff leaves for camp half blood and he stays there until he has to go to Manhattan for the battle

. Before the battle of manhattan begins, bff and Percy seek each other out, just to see each other again before everything changes

. During the battle, Percy makes sure bff is near him at all times

. Bff has gone all these years without any serious/possible life threatening injuries, and Percy intends to keep it that way

. sike

. We’re gonna switch Annabeth for bff, so he takes the hit for Percy instead of Annabeth

. A wave a guilt hits percy when he sees bff nearly dead on the lounge chair

. In the moment when bff touches Percy’s Achilles’ spot

. They both feel the surge of electricity when bff makes contact with his skin

. The next day, right before the battle starts again, the boys takes one look at each other and are forced to accept that this could be the end

. Kronos’ army attacks and all hell breaks loose

. Percy and bff fight the drakon together

. While Percy goes to Olympus, bff was still fighting with the rest of the camp

. When Percy gets back to the street, bff is sitting wounded upon the Empire State Building

. Percy fixates on bff and and rushes to get him inside the lobby where he can hopefully find some healers

. But bff is too stubborn and insists he go with Percy to face Kronos

. Bff fights Kronos with Percy, Grover, and Annabeth

. During Luke’s final moments, bff and Percy are holding hands, a small gesture to make sure that they are actually here with each other

. The 2 of them stayed as close as they could to each other while they assessed the damage that the war brought

. When Zeus offered Percy godhood, Percy immediately thought of why he shouldn’t give up mortality

. and the boy standing outside helping wounded campers was the reason why

. They rode the elevator down from Olympus to the lobby, hands intertwined and shoulders brushing, but silent, because after that day, they both needed a second

. hahahahaha you thought

. Before they can express their feelings for each other, Nico tells them that Rachel went to camp

. So Percy, bff, Annabeth, and Nico go to Camp Half Blood via hippocampi

. They deal with the whole Rachel thing and start recovering from the battle

. Bff spends some time with his cabin while he lets Percy process everything

. But they reunite after dinner when bff gives him Percy his birthday gift

. It was a photo album

. “I thought it’d be nice to look through some happy memories, especially because of everything that happened today”

. Percy looks at bff like he is the whole world

. And to Percy, he is

. So he repays him in the only way Percy knows how

. He kisses his best friend

. He puts all 5 years of knowing this boy, his best friend, his light, into that kiss

. Making sure he knows that Percy loves him with all his heart

. Bff knows, because he whispers “I love you” without having to worry about his feelings not be reciprocated

idk how to end this

omg this turned out to be so long. I have no regrets though. Also, I’ve convinced myself to write an actual fan fiction of this. It’ll probably be on Wattpad, but it’s not gonna be done for a LONG time, and that’s if I even decide to go through with it. Props if you actually read this

[buckyhoney]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐜.𝐞

a/n: hope you enjoy my dirty whores!

pairing: CEO!chris evans x reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! however, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

warnings: 18+, language, daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, spanking, choking, oral (m), masturbation (f & m), nudes/videos, unprotected sex, breeding kink

words: 3.2k

Late nights spent at the office were becoming more and more frequent the closer it got to the end of the quarter. Financial reports, budgeting, end-of-the-year goals, sales reports- the office is more chaotic than normal. When one task was completed, five more would pop up in its place.

Eyes strained, Chris looks at the excel spreadsheets- looking for any errors, doing mental math, writing notes on the legal pad next to the keyboard.

A notification pops up on his screen, reminding him that it is well past eight o’clock- and you were expecting him home.

Where are you? (sent)

He is the only one left in the building- except the custodians that were almost finished and getting ready to leave.

Another late night, be home soon x (delivered)

The text stares back at you, your face filling with disappointment. This is the fourth time this week. Each day he's away, you become needier.

You miss his fingers around your throat, the foul comments that slip past his teeth- the taunting.

You miss the feeling of his palms slipping up inside your shirt and his palms aggressively branding your ass.

Your cunt aches for his cock.

The throbbing hasn’t gone away in days- nothing relieving the throbs. There is only so much that a vibrator could do.

but i need you, daddy… (sent)

Fixated on the white bubble, Chris's cock twitches.

The last couple of weeks, he hasn’t been able to please you as much as he wished.

He is just as frustrated as you were.

By the time he gets home, you’re fast asleep- tangled up in the white comforter, practically wearing nothing, the only sounds being your light snores.

There are nights he contemplates waking you up- or even sneaking a taste of your sweet cunt, but he stops himself- it’s just not the same as when you’re begging for it.

Ignoring his bulge, he refocuses on the screen in front of him.

You pout, watching the three dots appear and disappear- taunting you.

I need you too, princess… but I’m stuck here for another couple of hours (delivered)

Now more aggravated than before, you throw the comforter off your body- shoving it to his side of the bed.

Storming into your closet, you open all the drawers frantically in search of your new lingerie set.

It has been hidden for weeks as a surprise for Chris- a little celebration gift for the end of the quarter, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

The sheer black cups with thin straps highlight the sides of your breasts, making them look irresistible. A thick lace flower pattern sat above your hip bone, enhancing the natural curve.

The set is a dream- you imagine Chris’s eyes popping from his head when he sees you in it for the first time.

You stand in front of the full-body mirror that lays in front of your bed.

Strands of hair lay perfectly on the sides of your face, and the phone covers your face- but captures every curve of your body.

The flash reflects off the sheer material, making it sparkle and shine.

You smirk as you review the pictures before hitting send. Once they read delivered, you sit- legs spread- in front of the mirror, switching the photo setting to video.

are you sure you can’t come home sooner? *2 attachments* (sent)

Chris’s phone lights up with the scandalous photos of you.

He swallows hard, clenching his jaw. Your prediction rang true; his eyes bulge from their sockets.

The full-body picture comes in first- his cock is fully erect with a faint heartbeat. The picture is soon topped by the photo of your ass hangs perfectly and rounded with the little material covering it.

Leaning back in his chair, he sucks hard on his bottom lip- heavily considering saying fuck it and going home.

That was until another ding from his phone sounds.

This time, a video- body propped up against the base of your bed. You’re sitting on the hardwood floor with your legs spread.

The camera gives a clear view of your glistening cunt with the new panties shoved to the side.

Gliding over your cunt, you tease yourself before dipping between your folds. Spreading them open- you show off your perfect pussy.

You begin to rub small slow circles around your clit, while your hand holds the phone as still as you could.

After warming yourself up, you slip your fingers inside yourself- whimpering at the relief of having your fingers inside you. Rolling your hips into your fingers, you could hear the arousal surrounding your fingers.

Chris stiffens, and anger building within him.

The sound of your wet cunt mixed with your sweet whimpers made his cock pulsate- wanting nothing more than to ram into your tight pussy with your face against the mattress.

The new set only adds to the desire to rush home to punish you- but you broke the rules. Chris isn’t going to reward you by coming home- giving you what you desperately needed.

Being the stubborn man he is, he was for sure isn’t coming home.

Flipping the camera so you can tease a close up view of the material caging your breasts. The camera shows your lips closing around your fingers- sucking off your arousal.

A soft moan escapes your lips at the taste of yourself.

now i know my princess has been taken care of, i can stay longer (delivered)

What a sarcastic asshole.

Weighing the options of waiting for him to come home or taking matters into your own hands and driving down to his office- you knew he couldn’t resist you once you’re standing in front of him, soaking and needy.

Begging to be freed, Chris undoes his belt- eyes not breaking contact with the explicit video.

The video of your prohibited act plays on a continuous loop while Chris shimmy’s his pants down to free his red and angry cock.

It’s killing him knowing you’re at home pleasing yourself- that your fingers are buried inside you with no one to hear your intoxicating moans.

Chris’s hand begins to move up and down his sensitive cock at a steady pace- thinking of how pretty your mouth looks around him- the way it feels when the tip hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” He hisses through his teeth,

Chris picks up the pace of his strokes- spending extra time at his tip and collecting the precum dripping down the sides. It’s only been a couple of minutes, and he is ready to burst.

The effect you had over him is unlike anyone before. You knew his body better than anyone, and you could have him cumming within seconds. Some nights, his thrusts are deep and aggressive- using you as a stress toy, almost forgetting that you’re underneath him.

Each thrust would have your eyes rolling back- the only thing you see are stars and blurry snapshots of Chris’s primal expressions.

Growling at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure soaring through him, his hips buck into his hand- cum oozes out of his tip, making a mess in his hands.

His heavy breathing is the only sound once he pauses the video.

He reaches over his desk, grabbing a handful of tissues.

.

Tugging at the ends of the dress, you smooth out the wrinkles. The new bra hidden underneath- the panties lay at the base of the bed.

You grab the small brown paper bag that sat on the kitchen counter, scrambling to find something bringing over an excuse to come see him.

The bag is now filled with leftovers, a half-empty bottle of bourbon, and two glasses.

The car ride had you squirming in your seat, thighs pressed together.

In efforts to calm the throbbing- you knew your punishment is at the other end, making it harder for you to keep still.

Walking through the empty office building, you feel the wetness travel around your inner thighs.

Soaked before you even see him.

You knock on the doorway, catching his attention.

You see his eyes darken with lust and anger- even though the limited light.

“Looks like someone couldn’t wait till I got home.” Chris pushes back from the desk.

Your heart is racing,

“I’m so so sorry, daddy… I just missed you so much.” Pouting, you walk inside his office- closing the door and locking it behind you.

Chris keeps his anger on low- in hopes you’ll apologize on your own.

“What did you bring me, princess?” Chris pats his lap.

You set the bag down, dragging it across the desk as you walk over to him.

You’re on edge, not know knowing what he will do- you bite back a moan once you sit on his lap.

It is the first intimate action exchanged between the two of you in what felt like forever.

Legs crossed, you keep your arousal from leaking on his thighs- exposing your secret.

Chris’s body tenses as you wiggle your ass against his crotch, trying to get comfortable.

God, he missed your ass.

“I brought you some dinner.” Voice sweet and innocent, you pull out the items from the bag one by one.

Chris’s hands planted on your hips, watching you as you reach inside the bag.

“I also brought some bourbon because I know Daddy could have some to help him relax.” Chris’s hands go over the sides of your hips and up to your waist, feeling no seams.

You smirk to yourself; you’ve been caught.

“Princess, are you wearing any panties?” You bite your lip, focusing on the items sprawled out on the desk.

“Of course, Daddy! Why would you ask such a thing?” If Daddy hated one thing more than playing with yourself without his permission- it is his princess lying to him.

“I’m going to give you one more chance because I know my princess wouldn’t lie to me. Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes.” You wiggle again, digging yourself in a much bigger hole. Throbbing underneath you, you knew he couldn’t resist you much longer.

Any moment he would crack.

His fingers trail down the sides of your dress, yanking up the sides. Your bare ass is exposed in front of him.

Your eyes are forward, not daring to look at him.

The anger Chris kept on low quickly boils over, and he grits his teeth. Chris can’t control his anger anymore, not when you have been lying to him.

“I get home late a couple times, and you’ve started playing with yourself- and you’re lying to daddy," You yelp as he practically throws you off his lap and pushes you against his desk.

"Do you need to be punished for being disobedient?” You catch yourself before you hit your stomach.

The bottle of bourbon knocks over, and the container of food falls to the floor in front of the desk.

Standing to his feet, he pulls your dress up to your waist.

Just as he suspected.

Your ass is in the air with your chest pressed against the cool wood.

“I asked you a question.” Your eyes swell with tears as you receive the first, of many, smacks.

“Do you need to be punished?”

With your arms out in front of you, gripping the desk, you shake your head.

Bracing yourself for another smack, you cry at the next spankings.

The sensation of the cool metal of the wedding ring against your hot raw skin causes your arousal to drip down your folds.

Noticing how much you're enjoying your punishment, Chris takes his middle finger dragging it along your folds- humming as his finger coats in your juices.

You squeeze your thighs together from the pleasure.

Chris spreads your folds open; he hums, finally coming eye to eye with your core. Smirking at the sight of your hole desperately pulsating around nothing.

With your legs already feeling weak, he sinks another finger inside- twisting and pumping to create a blissful sensation.

It is short-lived as it is ripped from you within seconds.

“God, you’re soaked-" Pulling his fingers from your cunt.

"You’re like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?” Chris spits.

Another smack to your raw ass. All Chris sees is red.

Without warning, two fingers ram into you.

As they curl inside you, grazing your g-spot, you are unable to keep moans back.

Chris teases your hole, thrusting his fingers in and out- but only for a moment before tearing the pleasure away.

“You already had your fun- cumming all over yourself in front of the mirror-like a slut- it’s mine turn, sweetheart.” He says as you are blabbering incoherently against the desk.

Chris smacks your ass one last time before he yanks your hips up.

You barely standing- you’re using the desk for stability. Chris slides off the rest of your dress, leaving you only in the new bra.

The cool air sends shivers through your body- goosebumps covering your arms, hardening your nipples.

Admiring the article of clothing up close, Chris’s palms slide down your sides.

Your chest rises and falls as the anxiety builds in your stomach- not knowing what he will do to you next.

His hands move up the side of your neck, wrapping around your throat. Your mouth falls open as your breathing becomes restricted.

Chris pulls you toward him, his breath his hot on your cheek. Not daring to move without permission, your arms are to your side.

“You’re gonna prove to daddy how sorry you are.” Your eyes light up.

Releasing his grip on your neck, you gasp for a full breath.

He untucks his white button up- unbuttoning the first few buttons. He sits in his leather chair, widening his legs so that you could kneel between them.

Obeying the command, you fall between his legs- undoing his belt and his button. Your hands shake for excitement.

It felt like months since you’ve had him felt him last.

His cock springs free as you pull him free.

Chris's cock is solid and girthy, making it difficult to wrap your fingers around all of him. Licking your lips, you collect all the saliva in your mouth.

Chris looks down at your overly eager demeanor- your eyes locking with his as you let the string of saliva fall on his cock. He swallows hard as your tongue glides along the side of him.

His fingers weaved through your hair, bunching it at the roots. Your pornographic moan sends vibrations through his cock- only adding to the sensation.

Chris pushes your head down, forcing you to take more of him inside- gagging as your head is being held to his pelvis.

“Oh fuck, princess- that’s it… take all of Daddy’s cock in that stupid mouth of yours.” The filthy words make your stomach flutter and your confidence soar.

Your lips close around his tip, sucking on the sensitive area. One hand is stroking what your mouth was not occupying and the other cupping his balls.

Chris’s eyes are squeezed shut, focusing on the intense pleasure he is feeling. You release his tip with a pop. As your hand pumps his length, your mouth takes one of his balls into your mouth.

A moan escapes him- you have never done that before.

“I missed your mouth so much- Fuck! Daddy’s not gonna last much longer.” He grunts.

Wanting him to finish in your mouth, you take him in your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, princess- all over that pretty mouth,” Chris thrusts one last time against your mouth.

His mouth falls open, and a pornographic moan leaves his lips as his body is overtaken with pleasure.

His eyes roll back momentarily as his cock spills cum onto your tongue. The excitement overruns your body, swallowing him as if it is your last meal.

You’re giddy at the familiar taste.

Sucking the last few drops from his over-sensitive cock, you savor every last drop. Humming with the last bit coating your tongue, Chris brings you to your feet.

“Since you were such a good slut while sucking Daddy’s cock- what do you want, princess? Wanna have my mouth around your clit, or my cock buried in your warm cunt?” Chris coos, rubbing your cheek with the back of his finger.

“I want you inside me….” Almost embarrassed, you feel the heat in your cheeks and your head hanging down.

He pulls your waist to him, gesturing for you to sit on his lap.

Sitting with your legs on each side of him, you slowly lower yourself on him.

You're breathless as you sink into him. His cock stretches your cunt, causing a string of curses from Chris.

You can’t speak- you’re completely full; you don’t move to allow your cunt to get acclimated to him again.

“Oh God,” You whine into his shoulder.

His hands slowly roll your hips, your sensitive center begins to tighten around him. Once the initial discomfort passes- you rock your hips.

Chris’s arms hold you flushed with his chest- lips attacking your neck and chest.

You’re a whimpering, moaning mess- your ability to rock your hips gets weaker. Chris beginning to thrust into you the moment you lose your rhythm- his cock taps your cervix.

“Look how cock drunk you are,” He coos, impressed with how deep he can get.

You’re nonverbal; you’ve entered a state of nirvana.

His cock hits every spot needed to edge you closer to your high. Chris is stunned at how he hasn’t come already.

Your walls tighten and relax around him as his cock rams into you.

All you can do is moan and allow him to thrust- your legs are like jello, and your mind is fogged with the pleasure.

The knot of pleasure rapidly building in the pit of your tummy; you squeeze legs together as much as you can. Chris feels the attempt and picks up his pace.

The sound of your moans are being drowned out by the sound of the bottom of your thighs and his hips clapping together.

“You gonna cum for me?” You nod frantically and moan in response.

“Cum for me, princess. Make a mess on Daddy’s cock,” Chris feels your cunt tighten around him, and your body tenses up.

You see stars as your eyes roll back and your body goes numb with pleasure. Your nails gripping into his shoulder and your moans getting trapped behind your teeth.

“Oh, shit! Such a good little whore, taking Daddy's cock.” His grunts continue as he continues to thrust into you- but this time, they’re sloppy and inconsistent.

“I should make you keep my cum inside you till you get home,” He grits his teeth, slamming his cock into you.

Chris holds your waist steady, feeling the familiar sensation. You’re a whimpering mess on top of him, your cunt sensitive and raw.

“Such a good little whore,” Chris bucks his hips recklessly, cum spilling into you.

Not moving just yet, Chris just holds you- you’re breathless and panting, desperately trying to steady your breathing.

You open your eyes to look at Chris.

As you cool down from your highs, you realize just how sweaty and warm your bodies are. His forehead holds small beads of sweat, and his face flushed red.

Chris’s eyes soften as he sees you’re intense focus on his features.

“I’m sorry for being away so much- I’ll be home early tomorrow, so I can properly show you how much I’ve missed your pretty pussy.” He coos, moving the fallen strands of hair away from your face.

[usedpidemo]

Delete this.vol nine.

edited by @midnightdancingsol

“Hyewonnie?”

The last hour has been too much to take in. The whole ordeal with a crazed-out Miyawaki Sakura, then suddenly she’s dead. All because of a gunshot from Hyewon, your girlfriend. Complete and utter shock makes you forget that Yena and Eunbi are also there, standing inches behind her. They, too, can’t believe what just transpired. Their gazes shift back and forth between the unconscious body on the floor and your bound-up nakedness in a chair.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she says regretfully, her grimace gradually fading to distress. “I didn’t realize in the heat of the moment—”

“Hyewonnie! He’s still tied there!” Yena snaps Hyewon out of remorse, which prompts her to drop the firearm and rush towards you. The others follow immediately without hesitation. Seconds later, you’re freed from your restraints.

“Dear Lord, you look like you got fucked up really bad.” Eunbi hands you a pair of pants from another person that you don’t notice.

“No shit,” you sneer at her while putting the trousers on. Your eyes scan Sakura’s lifeless body sprawled out on the floor. “I was seconds away from getting actually fucked too.”

“Yeah, we know. We heard everything,” Hyewon replies as she cups your face gently. A tender kiss on the cheek complemented with delicate rubs of her fingers. Just the soft touch you desperately need after all that madness. “At least you’re fine now, baby.”

“We still have to get out of here guys! Who knows how many guards are protecting this place!” Yena interrupts your moment together, her eyes scouring the massive mansion your ex-girlfriend owns. She leads the way, running out of the living room first, with Eunbi closely following along. You make haste, grabbing the shirt from the fourth person that barely registers in your head and trail the others in their escape.

The mysterious man grabs his gun on the floor as Hyewon makes to leave. “I was supposed to get the kill, geez.”

She blushes and giggles in response to his snarky comment. “Sorry. This means a lot more to me than it does to you.”

———

Sakura’s mansion wasn’t difficult to figure out. Two flights of stairs later, your team manages to exit the front door and into the driveway. Surprisingly, there was no surveillance. No patrolling guards, no hounds, nothing. Four colorful vehicles just so happen to be parked nearby.

“Someone’s got an affinity for Mercedes,” Eunbi says as four pairs of widened eyes ogle at her little car collection. “Which one do you guys want to take?”

“Normally I’d say all of them, but how about this one?,” you say, pointing to a black sedan—the only one with four-doors—the S 65 AMG. The mysterious person tosses the keys at you, which you fail to catch as it ends up on the gravel.

“You shouldn’t drive. You're not in good shape and we have to hurry.” Yena states the obvious, which you nod in agreement with. You pick up the keys then pass them to Hyewon. She then hands it over to Eunbi, who happily accepts it. Upon receiving them she quickly unlocks the doors and steps inside the driver’s seat. Your eyes focus on the mysterious person, who’s dashed off into the nearby forest. Before you can get an idea of who he is, a loud engine rev calls your attention.

“Who was that?” you ask, eyes still fixated on the vast greenery, wondering who that person was and why he helped you and the women out.

“No time! Hop in!” Hyewon grabs you by the arm as you follow along and climb into the backseat.

Once everyone is settled inside the expensive performance machine, a wide grin of excitement forms on Eunbi’s face. More thunderous revs as the vehicle’s powerful engine screams. She turns a few knobs and presses some switches, something that seems like a complete time waster.

“I’ve been dying to do this since they did it in the movies,” she says confidently, pumping out a few more loud revs from the luxurious sedan. She’s met with a shared scream of disgruntlement from the other women.

“Just drive already!”

Eunbi rolls her eyes at the response and sighs. “You guys are no fun at all.”

Blunt comments out of the way, the car blazes away from Sakura’s full-time mansion and part-time prison. The rocky surface stretches on for five kilometres, making the drive slower than it should be. You eventually reach smooth tarmac and one right turn later, the car does its thing: accelerate and go fast.

Despite being only two lanes, the roads are wide open for speeding, since not much is going the opposite way. The drive isn’t as eventful as it was intense. A vast, awkward silence fills out the car. Not a single word was said since the journey started, which makes sense—it’s been a long day for everyone involved, including you.

You gaze at her while she looks out the window. Sometimes you wish you could read her mind. The weary look in her eyes—a brief pause from the adrenaline of the last hour—tells you how taxed she was. Neither you nor her expected to pull the trigger, yet that’s exactly what happened: blood shed on her hands.

And what about the others? Innocent Choi Yena got dragged into the mess that is your personal life, but she seems determined to follow you to the ends of the earth. She’s had quite an eventful week. At the very least, Eunbi seems to be unfazed by everything that’s going on, so there isn’t much for you to worry about concerning her.

Your hand crawls slowly towards Hyewon, but as it inches closer your hesitation grows. Fear overtakes you; what if she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings?

Some words are better left unsaid, after all.

With a quiet, wistful sigh, you withdraw your arm and look the other way as a downcast frown forms on your face.

———

Yena is unable to keep herself calm—the restless look in her eyes while she watches the road ahead says so. While everyone else is tranquil, she quivers in her seat, uneasy and panicky. Not a soul urges her to relax, which amplifies her dread. Her fingers claw on the expensive, tailor-made leather seat, but it doesn’t help one bit.

She sees a rapidly approaching object in the distance from the side mirror, which breaks the awkward silence. “Oh my God!”

All eyes are on her as she covers her mouth in shame after screaming her lungs out. Confusion arises and questions are raised, with no conclusive final answer. “What’s going on? Yena? What’s happening?”

The growing crescendo of mixed voices overwhelms Yena, whose view is still glued to the side mirror while she curls up in her seat. She’s terrified, petrified, just about any word relating to fear you can think of. In the midst of all the commotion, you look out the window and discover a flying saucer pursuing you several kilometers behind.

“Shit.” You furiously grab and shake both of Eunbi’s shoulders, urging her to speed up. “Must go faster, must go faster!”

Even though she pushes her foot down hard on the pedal—the speedometer showing 155 kilometres per hour—it can’t go any quicker. Every single one of Sakura’s vehicles has a speed limiter digitally coded on them. The glider zigzags several miles behind you, relentless in its pursuit of the stolen vehicle.

As you continue to watch the flying object chase you on the highway, you see a tiny ball drop from where it hovers. It crashes onto the pavement then explodes several feet behind you, catching everyone’s attention.

“Holy fuck!” You scream as the pursuit develops. You and Hyewon can’t look away at the incoming downpour of destruction.

Somehow the radio finds a way to poke fun at the situation. Lyrics of a familiar song blast through the massive speakers on the door sides:

I’m the biggest hit, I’m the biggest hit on the stage

Eunbi forcefully shuts the stereo off with a punch. There’s an irksome look on her face due to the unfortunate coincidence of it all. Another bomb drops from the sky to cause another blast of similar radius. Fortunately it won’t slow you down as the ceaseless straight highway stretches into the distance.

The glider eventually closes in on you. Sharp titanium spears extend from the front, providing it with ripping power. As if that wasn’t enough to terrify you, it overtakes you from above, slashing parts of the roof off as it flies ahead of your car.

Panicked profanities reverberate throughout the interior. Eunbi remains unfazed through the uproar and powers on without hesitation. Having overtaken you at this point the glider drops another one of its cherry bombs. Recognizing this, she swerves and the car scrapes by the immediate detonation.

Pink rain falls from the sky. A barrage of bombs plummets in all directions, causing smaller but more consistent explosions on the road. Eunbi, the skillful driver she is, manages to weave around each boom and bang while keeping the vehicle as safe as possible. A valiant effort, but it’s all for naught when the glider decides to dive towards it at a blistering speed.

Instinctively she steers harshly, but it ends up nearly impaling you when the blades nearly swipe at your neck and your whole life flashes right before your eyes. The edges slashes off the backseat’s roof while the car ends up on its side on the road. Terror drowns out the background. You remain frozen like a stone while Hyewon tries to shake you out of your daze.

Either way, it’s too late. Like a vulture scavenging for food, the glider circles around you high up in the air. Unbuckle your seatbelt then step out the door whilst ignoring everyone’s pleas. You knew this was on you, and no one else has to get involved.

“This isn’t on them!” You scream towards the glider to call its attention some more. It seems to hear you, descending back to the ground until it hovers a few feet above the soil. The helmet retracts to reveal a clearly disheveled Sakura, sporting military-grade armor. She laughs callously while shaking her head. Everything about her is broken and corrupted.

“You’re right,” she snarls aggressively, her frightening stare shifting between you and the women. “But what I’m gonna do isn’t on you, either.”

Before you could speak another word, Sakura flies directly towards the damaged vehicle and grabs Hyewon by the neck. The others, paralyzed by fear, can do nothing except scream at the top of their lungs. She takes your girlfriend with her back to the skies while you run after them on the ground in vain. You watch helplessly as the glider slowly disappears into the distance.

A loud rev catches your attention. From the blur, a grey two- door Bugatti Chiron blows by yours until the lights come on, the car coming to a full stop.

“No time! Just get on!” A shout echoes from the new sight, which you comply with. You barely settle inside when it begins accelerating again at an exponentially faster speed than your escape car.

Despite the twisty winding roads up the mountain, he’s able to maintain high speeds around the tight corners. There’s so many questions you want to ask him, but given the gravity of the situation, it’d be wise to shut up and let him drive. Eventually you’re able to spot the saucer from afar, which has since slowed down considerably.

“Open the glove box.” The man commands. Inside is what appears to be a cannon the size of a semi-automatic weapon, which you grab. After you do, he opens your side of the window, wind blowing dust into your eyes that you scratch away.

“We only have one chance at this. Are you ready?” he asks, but you’re unsure whether you want to take the shot or not.

“I don’t know!” you shout in return. You’re afraid that you might possibly miss or even worse, shoot Hyewon by accident.

“Do you want to save her or not?” Is what pushes you to embolden yourself. As you decide to take the biggest shot of your life, you nod and cock the gun. The car revs as it passes the glider by a few meters, enough space to aim and shoot.

“On my signal, fire at the glider,” he says. A bead of sweat drips down your face. With gritted teeth and steely eyes, you lock in the weapon. It’s now or never.

“One.

“Two.

“Three!”

In the seconds before you shoot, time seems to freeze. No inner voice to tell you to use the Force. No flashbacks of a training montage. Only your willpower and determination. The world around you goes blank as your fingers pull the trigger. Your eyes shut involuntarily after the shot.

Bang.

Pitch black smoke spews everywhere from the glider, darkening the sky. It begins to descend under its fumes. The car steers right, away from the main road and into the lush woods to track where its eventual landing spot is.

Finally, you can breathe a sigh of relief. For now.

“That was a great shot,” the man says while patting you on the shoulder. A well deserved compliment. “You’ve been an invaluable help to us.”

“Us?” You raise an eyebrow, curious as to who these others are. He’d been alone on this mission the whole time.

Before you could get more information from him, the vehicle approaches a cliffside where Sakura and Hyewon have landed. Fumes envelop them both, which you can barely see through. You and the man get out of his car, the man pulling out his own pistol.

“Miyawaki Sakura, on behalf of MI7, you’re under arrest.” He directs his firearm towards her head. Unable to retaliate, she raises her arms in surrender. From the smoke Hyewon emerges running with wide open arms. She can’t keep her tears any longer and neither can you. You run to her until you’re together again in a deep embrace, safe and sound.

———

All you wanted was for everything to return to normal. Life goes on.

But not for you and Hyewon.

Instead of sleeping in a comfy bed, you’ve been kept inside an interrogation room for three days. Occasionally, the agent would step inside to provide food and drink for you two three times a day. He was also kind enough to give you both new clothes as well. Regardless, you were exhausted and wanted to be anywhere else but there and so was she.

Whenever you tried to question him what was happening or why you were being held, he’d brush off your questions.

Hyewon would often hold your hand as your patience was tested. Soft, warm smiles reassured you that all would be well after this.

A sharp siren means the agent’s coming inside. He walks in, foldable chair in hand, and places it opposite your side of the table before he sits down.

“Right. First and foremost, I’d like to say again my personal thanks to you and on behalf of MI7 for helping us take down Miyawaki Sakura,” he says as he looks at you. “We’ve been on her trail for years. Thanks to recorded exchanges between her and her hired hitmen, we’ve finally been able to track her down and finally accuse her with substantial evidence. None of this would be possible without you.”

No shit. She forced herself onto you and nearly killed your girlfriend, you thought.

You roll your eyes and divert your gaze away from him. “You had to wait until the last minute, right as she was ready to fuck me with a dildo.”

Hyewon quietly giggles at your sarcastic reply and delivery.

“My bad. At least it wasn’t after,” he rebutts matter-of-factly before returning to a more professional infelction. You weren’t sure which pissed you off more: the tone or the joke itself. “Now let’s get right to the matter at hand.

“Now you might be asking why we’ve been tracking her for some time,” he continues while he pulls out a folder from his coat. “Her wealth is not her own. She’s being funded by a higher power that we believe is working behind the curtains.”

Look through the documents and personal effects. There’s loads of Japanese scribbled on her bank checks and business contracts, as well as signatures that you can’t recognize. On the right side of each paper, however, is a constant moon stamp.

“They have many faces across the world. To keep a low profile, they run a philanthropic organization. However, there’s sufficient evidence that they possess illegal technology, print fake money, and have people installed across every government level of most sovereign nations.”

Each detail sounds more and more ridiculous with every new addendum. You wish you could turn off your brain while listening to him discuss top secret information straight out of a spy movie. Hyewon’s eyes glimmer with the prospect of adventure, but they dull when she sees how mentally finished you are with everything.

“So, why are you telling us this then?” you break your silence, wondering what’s your part in any of this.

“You’ve definitely caught their attention now.” the agent pushes his tinted shades back. “Sakura was a partner of this shadow organization, and with her arrest, there’s a good chance you’ll be marked until you’ve been exterminated. They’ll send who knows how many men to take you out. They have the resources to torment you your whole lives.

“With that in mind, if you join us, we’ll put you under our security until they’ve been taken down for good.”

You’ve heard worse. Your ex-girlfriend was dropping bombs and flying on gliders, for God’s sake.

“We will release you after this discussion. But please consider your options as you leave the room.”

The agent takes the documents and returns them to his coat. He then rises and grabs his chair before leaving the room, giving you two a time to talk things through.

Sigh. Turn to face Hyewon, who looks at you with deep concern. She intertwines her fingers with yours then lightly kisses your temple. As crazy as it sounds, this agent might be right. Normalcy feels like the lesser decision for you both. Perhaps it’s recent trauma from what you’ve witnessed, but after a big scare like that, it fills you with uncertainty for the future.

“Hey. If we’re doing this, we’ll do it together.” she whispers with her soft voice. You’re amazed she’s still optimistic despite the near-death experience she went through.

“I don’t know, Hyem. Everything feels like it’s too much to take in. I mean—”

A kiss on the lips to shut you up. Her smile tells you to calm down. Gentle hands trail up to your cheeks and pinch them, red as the sun. Hyewon knows what you need to think rationally again.

“Nothing’s gonna change my mind, I’d rather just be normal again,” you say as you look down to the ground. Another sigh.

“I understand. Me too.”

A siren interrupts your moment together, followed by an echoed voice from the speakers. “You may go now.”

The agent quietly follows the two of you while you exit the police station. A silver Mercedes is parked outside awaiting you both. Hyewon wastes no time to enter the vehicle, eager to head home. Your steps are smaller as an internal conflict in your head lingers within your thoughts.

Maybe this espionage schtick is what’s needed to protect her.

“Have you thought about it?” the agent asks, which draws your attention to him.

“Yeah.” Turn around to face him with a poker face. “This spy shit doesn’t sound good to me. I’m happy to have helped you guys out, but that’s all I can do.”

“Fair enough.” he says before walking towards you then patting you on the shoulder. He secretly slips in a tiny card inside your pants pocket. “But if you ever change your mind, feel free to call me.”

You nod with a subtle but friendly grin before the car’s loud horn calls you to leave. As you enter the backseat to join your girlfriend, your eyes turn back to the agent who waves farewell, which you reciprocate.

“I’m so fucking exhausted,” you say while turning to Hyewon. “I’m glad all that shit is finally over.”

“Celebration?” she asks with a fire in her eyes, one that you haven’t seen in a while. You knew what that meant.

Loud, impassioned kisses are the first course of action you make when you both enter her house. Between torrid smooches on her perfect face and soft neck you wrestle with the zipper on her black top, a difficult but rewarding struggle when it comes undone. A black bra holds her shapely cleavage together. In your arms her breasts feel like the most valuable possession ever held. Hyewon seductively whimpers in your neck, her steamy breath arousing you even more.

Her fingers tug against your shirt, desperate to undress you in return. You take the hint and allow her to lift the top over your head. Immediately after you pounce on her sexy body, forcefully pinning her against the wall, kissing down her chest and toned belly. Not even the harsh yank of your hair holds you back from worshipping your true goddess. She throws her head back, suddenly numb to pain as pleasure courses through her veins, even as she bumps the stiff partition.

High-pitched whines echo around the house when you slip your own digits between her skirt, infiltrating her underwear and slit. Nails dig deep into your nape and ruffled hair, just as she liked you, needy to hold you closer than ever before. One hand slides her restrictive clothes down her thighs, the other active in poking her sensitive nub. Push your index finger inside her a little more, earn louder worthwhile moans of your name from her breath. She’s a shaky, uncontrollable mess; her screams tell the entire neighborhood how well you stroke and pleasure her.

More.

That’s all she could ever say. And you’d happily comply. Not that you needed any motivation; her erotic noises were already enough, and so were the lustful thoughts you had of her when she sported that outfit in the interrogation room. With those nasty notions in mind, you continue to rub against her soaked clit. You don’t allow her to breathe—only take in a continuous overflow of lewd bliss.

Eventually her body fully gives in. A wave of her slick gushes out to drench your tireless fingers. Somewhere in between, her grip switches from your head to the walls; a useless attempt to keep herself from quivering madly. Like the way you pleasured her, the rain seemingly never ends. She’s so wet, deprived, and aching for you to delight and enrapture her body.

Release your grip from her cunt and taste your moist digit. Delicious.

Despite the unbearable climax, Hyewon is able to pull herself together to bring you to her level. She looks at you with half-lidded eyes filled with unquenchable desire. That’s how much she truly missed these intimate moments with you. Bright twinkles shine from her gaze, the sun setting down as well as the mood. You’re enamoured with her seductive stare that her twitchy hands sneakily work to strip your pants and boxers off. Her eyes go shut when she feels your hard shaft spring against her sensitive groin.

She lets another yelp out as you sweep her off her feet. Wrap her meaty thighs around your waist then kiss her again. You let her slit suddenly dive towards your cock, impaling yourself inside her warmth. Her nails claw your shoulders, her passionate gaze never leaving yours. One step up the staircase, you pound. Another stride, another thrust. As wobbly as you pump her, you make sure her tight, velvety walls are filled with as much of your dick as possible.

You barge into her bedroom, Hyewon still in your tight embrace, with a loud crash. Again you pin her against the wall, her wild, frantic screams piercing your ears. She’ll never let up. Neither will you.

You lose any semblance of control and finally lose yourself to primal urges. Disregard both your comfort and hers to fuck her hard. She mewls, whimpers, and twists her figure as you repeatedly impale her, fast and forceful. Wet thwacks of flesh combined with her sultry moans make a melodic song that puts you in a deeper trance. Only your inevitable end awaits.

Try as you might to prolong this heavenly, pleasant sensation, you’ll eventually reach it. To keep yourself away from the edge, you crash your lips with hers, but it only speeds up your climax. A few more powerful thrusts until you finally go blank. Eyes shut, you let your body do the rest. Groaning against her neck, you fire a huge blast of thick seed inside her womb. Your grip on her loosens. For a moment, your body forgets how to act on its own, focused on the sweet release of filling her with your cum.

Her feet delicately touch the ground while your hands can’t seem to let go of her. This gives her an opportunity to retaliate by pushing you onto the bed. It’s far too soon in the night to black out, but with an orgasm that powerful, how can you not? First wave unloaded on her, but she’s still hungry for more.

She lightly pecks you on the temple. Your favorite gentle kiss. From here, it’s Hyewon’s turn.

Cock in her hand, she pumps you back to full hardness as fast as you go soft. Still plenty to fill her with. Seeing your shaft erect for her, she flashes a wicked smirk. At least you thought she did, considering you can barely open your eyes. She won’t give you the chance to see her grin in full quality when she pivots her figure around that her back and ass is facing you instead.

Her hands grip onto your thighs. Even through dodgy vision, you can see her narrow lips, ready for a deep penetration. She steadily lowers herself onto you, each second of waiting an agonizing one. Collective grunts from you both break the temporary silence as your cock fills her ass with its girth. Your dick puppets her shapely, sexy body with involuntary yet powerful thrusts.

More or less it’s the same as when you fucked her pussy. She screams from the top of her lungs, moans, and occasionally swears. Her voice box must be made of iron with the way it never breaks. She throws her head back once more and arches her back on air. You lay idly, leisurely pumping her. A perfect view that required only minimal effort to get.

If there’s anything Hyewon wants, it’s every last drop milked from you. Severe pain in the ass be damned.

Only a few minutes later, you orgasm again. Her moan is a lot more controlled, her hands brace firmer on your legs to keep herself from collapsing. White drips from her sensitive side and onto the sheets. She gingerly rises to release your dick, still clutching on your thighs as sticky slick comes off between you two. Once it’s completely free, she gives in to her exhaustion and crashes on you with a mild thump.

The last conscious thing you feel is her light peck on your neck. Her arms wrap around you as you both finally sleep comfortably.

Running water is the first thing you hear when you regain consciousness.

1:21 a.m. flashes brightly on the digital wall clock. Hyewon is no longer by your side, but you knew where she was based on the sounds you could discern. The small, glossy prints on the floor give clear hints as well.

Quietly you rise from the bed and follow the path straight to the shower. She doesn’t react when you bluntly open the door nor does she answer when you slide the panel. This time you’re the clingy one, wrapping your arms around her from behind. Both of you let the warm water freely flow through you, having a quiet but intimate moment after the steamy session.

These personal moments are better than sex. Sure, the fucking was great and all, but these brief minutes—minutes where you both cherish each other’s presence—showed how much you love her. Not because of a chance encounter, but because you've grown attached to her that you can’t imagine another person in your life that’d have this profound of an impact on you. For better or for worse.

You weren’t sure if Hyewon shared these sentiments too, especially as afterward she leads you back to her bed for another round of mindless, passionate fucking, but for now, as long as you two were together, safe and sound, all is right in the world. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

———

A private jet flies across the open skies. Through sliding doors the agent directly involved with Miyawaki Sakura’s arrest moves from one quarter to the next. He pulls his phone out while he walks then takes a seat in one of the many luxurious seats.

“Well, we couldn’t get our witness to help, which is a shame, but I understand not wanting to participate in high stakes espionage.” he talks directly to his phone, the receiver an anonymous number.

“Great job with the arrest. Assisted or not, you will be credited for all the hard work.” A female voice answers him back matter-of-factly.

“So, what’s next on the agenda?”

“Mexico City. Your next target will be there.” A photo of an older man with glasses flashes on his phone. “He’s one of Sakura’s first business partners, maybe we’ll get more key information on this organization.”

“Understood, Captain.”

“What did I say about my title?” Her voice roughens upon hearing her inferior address her incorrectly.

“Sorry, I meant Director. Understood, Director Lee.”

“One of these days you’ll personally receive a punishment from me, and you won’t like it.”

“Looking forward to it.” He answers sarcastically with a light cackle before ending the call. “See you soon, Director Saerom.”

(A/N: With that, the first season is completed! I never thought I'd somehow make a plot out of a box of scraps, but here we are. Honestly, it felt like throwing darts to see which one sticks. I'll definitely revisit it, but for now, I thought it'd be nice to have a satisfying conclusion should the worst end up happening and not end on a cliffhanger. And yes, I'm looking to expand this universe a little more, as with that little credits scene, but you'll have to wait!

It's insane how a random series of quickies ended up as one of my essentials in my masterlist, which is wild in itself. I can't thank you all enough for the continued support.)