#these are from like 3 separate documents

[poptartmochi]

I am but a ping-pong ball ricocheting through life

[brynnmclean]

Truly hate that when I’m overwhelmed by Many Tasks All At Once, my brain shuts down and I can’t do anything for a while

[guqin-and-flute]

I will have you know that I cannot get 3zun raising Jingyi AU out of my head for several days now, @frozantears

[wildfey]

we’re having uhhhh... thoughts on historical precedent tonight aren’t we

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

@thelimeofdoom replied to your post “@victorychords Will you accrue more fines by waiting? Most likely? I...”

maybe it's time to take that cleaning ladies advice and only have 30 books :p

Not a snowball’s chance in Hell!

[softbadass]

as a mexican i can’t help but laugh at how wrong some americans writing mexican characters get the way our name system works so lemme explain so you can get it right!

so most mexicans (remarking MOST because i do mean 99% of us) have TWO last names that come from our parents. it's basically like this:

name / paternal last name (dad's first last name) / maternal last name (mum's first last name).

the first last name is ALWAYS the paternal last name, it always comes from the dad side of the family. there are some exceptions though. in 3 states of the country it's already legal to put the maternal last name first but it's very rare and usually only in special cases, like when the father is absent for example.

there are also cases where the person has only one last name but this is not only extremely rare but it can cause a lot of hardships with legal documentation like school, banks, etc. this can happen for some reasons:

1- they're the child of a single parent (however, to avoid the difficulties that come with having one single last name some end up being registered with the same last names as the parent, but inverted)

2- they were registered in another country where they only have one last name (for example USA, a friend of mine was registered there and for that reason they only have one last name in their documents)

it's important to mention that unlike american last names, the two last names are not separated by “-” they're only separated by a space.

the last names are not necessarily one word, some have two or three. for example last names like “de la rosa” or “del olmo”

also, there's no such thing as married name here. women don't change their last names nor mix them with their husbands last names.

as i am aware, last names tend to work like this in all latin america but many specific details may be different depending on the country and i am not that well informed.

either way, i hope this helps anyone who’s developing a mexican character!

[shuyamino]

LUXIEM IN COLLEGE

pairing(s) : ✒ ،، mysta rias x reader | ike eveland x reader | vox akuma x reader | luca kaneshiro x reader | shu yamino x reader

content : ✒ ،، SFW | college au | fluff | headcanons + blurb | gender neutral pronouns | meet cutes, for the most part

summary : ✒ ،، You're attending Nijisanji University and meet a couple of interesting characters ...

note : ✒ ،، my 100th post, ayoooo!! some of the details here are from my own experience in uni, which hopefully adds more realism to it :3 i'm currently working on 3 longer wips, so ive been a bit slow with writing. i hope this makes up for it <3!!!

SHU YAMINO AS THE TECH SUPPORT ʿ ⟢

SHU is works at your campus' Genius Center — which is just a fancy way of saying the college IT workers. From what you remembered, they help out with various of tech-related services. Which is perfect for you, after your laptop suddenly died one night.

You basically ran into the campus support center the following morning and thrusted your laptop into the nearest Tech Support you can spot — this essay was due that evening! You knew you shouldn't have procrastinated, but you did anyways.

Shu wasn't too shocked about your actions — by now, it was fairly normal to have various college students panicking in the lobby. He holds your laptop, voice calm as he asks you what the problem is.

You're rambling a bit too much. Jumping around topics and making a flurry of hand movements. But he's nodding along, lips still curved to a comforting smile as he leads you towards one of the desks in the small building.

Once you finish your explanation, he has your laptop open and clicking away at the keyboard.

"Um — s-so, can you fix it?" You ask quietly, peeking over his shoulder to look at your laptop screen.

"Well, it looks like you have a... couple of viruses." He answers, craning his neck just to look at you from over his shoulder. "You said you had an essay due soon?" You nod, lips pursed.

"Well… I can help fix up your laptop but if you had your essay saved in a Drive, you can borrow a laptop here and finish it up." You thank him as he heads to the back to get you a campus-issued laptop.

For a good chunk of that day, the two of you sat in this corner — him, trying to fix your laptop and you, trying to finish the rest of your essay.

SHU abruptly stops to stretch his arms up above his head, groaning slightly as he fixed his posture. You'd gotten more than half of your essay finished — thankfully you had the foresight to save all of your online references in a separate outlined document. Since you ran to the tech support building the moment you woke up, you didn't have time to eat breakfast. It wasn't long until your stomach began to protest that mistake. Your cheeks burn red as your stomach groaned — just loud enough to catch Shu's attention. His eyes glance over yours, lips slowly curving to a warm smile. "I...was thinking of taking a coffee break, do you want to come grab something with me?"

It isn't until much later after he helped fix your laptop that you find out that the campus tech support doesn't help students with their personal laptops.

Nor do they take them out for coffee.

MYSTA RIAS AS THE CLASS CRYPTID ʿ ⟢

MYSTA is a student that you thought was failing your shared course — he was fairly late the first day and looked like he rolled out of bed before running to the lecture hall.

He sat beside you at the back corner of the lecture hall after being sternly reprimanded by your professor. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, if anything, it looked like the scolding went in one ear and out the other.

The rest of the semester continues like this. Since it's a general edu class, you're not quite sure what his major is. There were some days when it looked like he was doing comp sci work. Another day when he was reading an online textbook about primates (Anthropology, maybe?). And there were even some slower days when he would just sit and watch anime with a pair of discrete Airpods.

There were some days when he'd notice you staring and he'd turn on subtitles and tilt his laptop towards your direction. Other than this, the two of you rarely spoke to each other. Just small talk at most — it was easy to joke with him, at least, but other than that, you didn't really see him outside of this lecture hall.

Least to say, you've grown morbidly curious about him as the semester progressed. There were a few things that you knew about him — he seemed to like the color orange, if his clothes were anything to go by, and he liked anime. In addition to these facts, you were fairly certain that he was failing this class.

So, imagine your shock after receiving the results of your first exam and you spot a clear 100% on Mysta's paper compared to your 69%.

MYSTA must have noticed you staring because his head snapped up from his exam paper directly to you. You jump slightly, startled at getting caught staring. His eyes trail down to your paper, lips curving slightly at the red mark on your paper. Just as you're about to accusatorially ask him what he was grinning at, he points at the number with a laugh. "You got a 69!" Your jaw slacks because it wasn't exactly what you'd expected to come from his mouth, all the while he keeps laughing about the funny number. You're sat there with an absolute deadpan expression all the while the oh-so mysterious classmate laughs at your score. Not because of how badly you'd done — no, he's laughing because it's a sixty-nine. "Aw, don't pout." Mysta says, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. His voice lowered, edging slightly towards a mockingly condescending tone. "I can help you study for the next test, if you want~"

The "study session" actually just consisted of watching more anime and eating.

IKE EVELAND AS THE CAMPUS LIBRARIAN ʿ ⟢

IKE works in the campus library!

He's known for being very friendly and approachable. Any and all anxiety disappears the moment you see him. He just has a really comforting vibe! Students that tour first years around campus make sure to tell them about Ike Eveland. ("If you ever need help around the library, find Ike!")

Ike often works behind the counter on the first floor, but there are moments in which he's putting books back where they belong in the other floors of the library.

You frequented the library — mostly taking advantage of the air conditioning, the tables and comfy chairs, and the quiet floor to take naps in during your free time.

When you weren't studying or finishing up course work, you were usually just sitting around the quiet room to take a nap or just have some downtime from your hectic classes and loud campus.

Despite this, you haven't really spoken to Ike. You never had to, anyway. But you have heard of him — more often than not, you hear people around the other floors whispering and giggling about the cute librarian on the first floor. It doesn't take a genius to know who they were talking about.

The first time you meet him was by pure coincidence.

"Stupid book…" You muttered, already standing on your toes as you stretch your arm up above your head. It wasn't even placed on the highest shelf — just a shelf above your reach. None of the step stools were around either, leaving you to fight this alone. Just as your fingertips managed to reach the book's spine, another hand came into view and easily pulled the book out from the shelf. Your head turns, ready to thank your savior, before you realize you're basically face-to-face with the one and only — "Y-You...!" You stammer before you can help it. IKE tilts is head slightly, seemingly unaffected by the distance between the two of you, or the lack there of. His torso is brushing against your back and you're basically caged between his body and the bookshelf. Your heart thrums against your chest — the loud drumming filling your ears as your cheeks fill with heat. "Sorry, it looked like you needed help." He explains, as he holds the book out for you. You close your mouth, hoping that he didn't notice the way your jaw slackened at the sight of him as you wordlessly take the book from his hand. You're fixing your hair before you can help it — a nervous habit at most. The others weren't exaggerating at all, you think, as you sneak another glance at Ike. He is just as pretty as most people say — kind eyes with long, pretty lashes and a kind smile. Is it a little weird to note that he smells like vanilla too? "I'm still around here for a bit, if you need any more help you can come ask me, okay?"

VOX AKUMA AS THE NEW PROFESSOR ʿ ⟢

VOX recently graduated from grad school and is starting his first year as a professor in Nijisanji University! You're lucky enough to be able to attend his first ever class in your last year as an undergrad.

He's teaching English Literature and even while most students are taking this class to fill in for their general education, he expected the lot of you to still take his class seriously.

It's an hour and thirty minute long class and he spends the first few minutes just talking to the class and reading a short poem every Friday.

Even though it's his first time teaching, he's really good at explaining concepts and various analysis. In addition to this, he's very attentive to what the class (and individual) needs.

It's hard to think that it was his first time teaching, not gonna lie.

On top of his attentiveness, Professor Vox was both pleasing to the eyes and ears. It wouldn't be an over-exaggeration to say that he became a fairly popular professor to the entire student body.

As easy as this class was for the most part, you were still struggling with being able to analyze and connect some literary devices.

So, seeing the bright red C- and a 'Please see me after class', in your latest exam wasn't much of a shock

Professor VOX didn't seem disappointed when you approached him at the end of class — if anything, he seemed concerned. You tried to ignore the wary looks your classmates gave you when you approached him though. It was already embarrassing to get such an awful grade, even weirder knowing that your classmates are imagining some weird porn scenario in their head right about now. He greets you kindly despite your grade and is already packing his things up for the next class. You're nervously fidgeting with your thumbs — you've always hated having to talk to professors about your grade. No matter how kind they were. "I'm really sorry," You start, before he can start his 'I'm-not-disappointed' speech. Vox's eyebrows quirk, before his lips curl to a comforting smile. "I just…I kind of understand everything — " "There's nothing to apologize for," He cuts you off with a small wave of his hand. "If anything, I want to be the one to apologize. I should have noticed one of my students struggling." Your heart skips a beat. It's unfair for him to be handsome, attentive, and kind. Your cheeks flush before you can help it — a deep flush that makes you sweat a little under his gaze. "I-I think it's just hard to connect these kinds of things for me." You explain, hoping that your voice doesn't come out too high pitched. "It really isn't your fault." Vox seems to mull it over. "Well, I won't force your hand on the matter, but if you'd prefer, I am open for one-on-one tutoring sessions."

LUCA KANESHIRO AS THE DORM CUTIE ʿ ⟢

The dorms were co-ed, though the male and female rooms were separated in different wings. When you first started college, you were required to live in the dorms.

Bumping into the opposite gender wasn't anything odd, though you'd be a liar to say that you didn't have moments of confusion upon seeing some rando standing about by your dorm room.

You meet LUCA on your way to one evening class — an unavoidable class, unfortunately, if you want to stay on track for your 4-year graduation. You bump into him past the common room, where he's making a sandwich.

You don't recognize him right away, but he does you.

"Oh hey!" He calls out, holding a sandwich in his hand. "I remember you from orientation. Where are you going?"

He seemed friendly enough, so you explain to him where you were heading. It wasn't until a few seconds into the conversation that you realize that he was in your orientation group. His name was at the tip of your tongue — Leo? Luke? — Oh, right! Luca.

LUCA blinks, looking confused when you explained to him where you were heading — almost like it didn't even cross his mind that people would take classes this late in the evening. You stare back, more or less confused about his reaction than anything else. He reminds you of the typical frat boy — wouldn't be too surprised if he did end up joining a fraternity after living in the dorms. Broad shoulders and a big build. And his thin white shirt isn't doing much to hide the dark tattoos on his chest. His medium length blonde hair is messily tied up too, like he'd done it in a hurry to make his sandwich. He is cute though. "Well, I should go." You say, pointing towards the elevator. It was the first day — or, evening, you guess — and you really didn't want to be late, even if it meant being able to talk to someone like Luca. "Oh, wait! I actually have somewhere to go right now. Is it cool if I walk with you?" Luca asks, still smiling brightly with his sandwich. You can't help but squint at him. It was clear that he wasn't planning on going out anywhere. He must have noticed your suspicion because he quickly adds, "It's late, you know. We can keep each other safe!" You realize then what he was hoping to do. You couldn't help but beam at him; your lips curling to a wide smile. You agree to his offer, deciding to play along with his excuse. Just this once. His own face lights up at your response. His response reminds you of a giant giant golden retriever. "Pog! Lemme jus' grab my jacket."

[yagirlwrites]

The Sounds of a Good Boy: The Punishment of a Bad Boy (part 1)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: Rafe has been very bad and he's about to find out exactly what happens to bad boys. They get punished. (Smut + some Fluff in the end)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Rafe, dom!Reader, masturbation (female), (slight) pain kink, praise kink, a few tears, a little fluff towards the end

Authors Note: Hiii! This is a continuation of my The Sounds of a Good Boy fic I put out about a month ago. This is their second night together. I wrote it out as one big document but I realized it ended up being entirely too long on it's own. So, I've decided to split it into 3 parts and hopefully they'll flow well together once they're all out. I will be posting a part 2 if there is interest in it quite soon, so do let me know if you enjoy this story and wish to read more!

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My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated.

Happy reading! 🥰

The Punishment of a Bad Boy (part 1):

Once they left the party and reached her car she finally remembered an inconvenient fact and frustration arose in her; she had been drinking. She wanted to kick herself for the shots she downed earlier, because right now they were ruining her plans. She let out a defeated sigh and Rafe snapped out of his daze.

"What's wrong?" He was worried she might have changed her mind about him, that she was still angry.

"I can't drive. I've been drinking." He felt like he could breathe again.

"Me too..." he trailed off looking at her.

Those damned eyes. She swore he knew exactly what he was doing to her when he gave her that look. She thought of calling an Uber but the idea of waiting was entirely unacceptable. She wanted him now and she knew he felt the same way.

"My place is close..." he trailed off, biting his lip. Her pupils dilated at the sight. Now he was gulping at the intensity in her eyes.

She was pulling him closer by his belt before he could process it. She started trailing kisses over his jaw, playing with his belt buckle as she nibbled his skin. He felt lightheaded, like he was gonna pass out. She kissed up his neck to his ear and whispered "Take me home, then."

He could feel his dick harden in his pants and judging by her smirk so could she. His eyes were hooded and he was breathing fast. God, she was ruining him. But he wouldn't complain. "Yes, ma'am." His husky voice paired with his words caused a stirring deep in her belly. He was trouble.

He grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers and leading her down the street in the direction of his house. He couldn't believe she was going to be in his bed tonight. Her in his bed - a vision he had dreamed of since the moment they met. And now it was finally coming true.

Their walk to his frat was filled with stolen kisses and touches, hands never separating from each other. As if they weren't quite themselves without the feeling of the other's skin on their own.

They entered the house without paying much attention to their surroundings, not really noticing anyone or anything else but each other. One of Rafe's frat brothers was sat on the couch, the rest of them back at the party or elsewhere. He whooped at Rafe to "get some" and Rafe simply pulled her up the stairs without bothering to respond. He didn't matter. No one did. Only her.

Their lips were already bruised from all the kissing they'd been doing but neither had any intention of stopping. They fumbled their way across the second floor, not separating for a second as Rafe blindly led them to his room.

Once he closed the door behind them, she pushed his back against it - now rougher, and held him in place with her hands on his chest. "Such a pretty neck." She mumbled as she trailed her finger over his throat. She could see and feel his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. She had him right where she wanted him.

"It's really a shame..." she trailed off, tracing his chest and shoulders and neck with her hands. Leaving goosebumps on his skin. "That you've been such a bad boy tonight." Her words made him let out an involuntary whimper and she had to bite her cheek to suppress a grin.

He didn't dare speak. He was terrified he would say the wrong thing and make her even more pissed at him than she was. He knew he fucked up tonight, there was no denying it. No matter how badly he wished he could go back and not give that girl at the party a second glance, he couldn't. All he could think was - Idiot.

She stepped back from him and turned to take in his room, slowly making her way around, familiarizing herself with the layout. Like it was any other day. Like she was bored and looking around to pass time. Like she didn't have him there, hard in his pants, skin flushed and so desperate for her he could scream. Like she wasn't feeling the exact same way he was. Like her panties weren't damp already and her body didn't ache for him. Like she could just walk out the door and be unaffected. She was good.

She ran her hand slowly over his desk chair, turning it to face his bed and finally looking at him again. "Sit." Her voice left no room for debate. It was an order. One he didn't hesitate to follow.

He was sat in his chair in front of her, looking up at her with big pleading eyes. As if asking, begging her to forgive him - to touch him, kiss him, love him. And when he looked so beautiful she had to remind herself what had happened tonight. What he did. How it felt. And how even though she'd swear she's not a sadist, she thought she'd enjoy torturing him tonight. Her brain was working overtime, thinking of dozens of scenarios, of ways she could punish him. That ache in her only growing stronger the longer he sat there looking up at her like she was the moon and his only source of light in the darkness.

He was losing it. Truly losing it. Sitting there with her in front of him just staring at him. The way her eyes moved over him made a shiver run down his spine. She looked hungry and he felt like her prey. And not for a single moment did fear or apprehension run through him because all he wanted - needed really - was for her to take him. Have him any way she wanted. Do with him whatever she liked. He would never complain. He'd take it gladly, whatever she gave him. He knew it was crazy but he didn't care. He was hers - hers fully. And while he hadn't quite processed what it meant, he knew it was the truth; knew it in his gut, in his heart. It was as true as the stars in the sky, as the ground beneath his feet. He wasn't quite able to think of any better comparisons because she was still looking at him like that.

She finally moved then, slowly backing away from him. She kept her eyes on him the entire time, while he couldn't look away even if he tried. She kicked her shoes off and turned around. And before Rafe could even wonder what she was doing she was taking her dress off, slowly slipping the straps off her shoulders and letting the glittery material pool at her feet as it fell to the floor.

He was gaping. He knew it. Maybe drooling? He wasn't sure about that. Maybe having a heart attack? He didn't care. Not important. Because holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! She was standing there in front of him in nothing but lingerie and - dear God, how was he supposed to survive?

She turned back around to face him, giving him a good show of her curves along the way. He looked absolutely desperate. She knew she looked good. The black lace showed just enough to drive him insane and she knew that when she picked it out earlier that night. She looked him over, he was panting, flushed and mesmerized. By the look of his pants she could tell he was hard for her, and by the look on his face and the way he was subconsciously fidgeting in his seat - he was painfully hard, the material of his jeans constricting and uncomfortable. She smirked as a bulb went off in her head.

He watched her as she moved her fingers over her body, running them over every curve and dip and lace and - God what was she doing to him? He was jealous of her fingers, he wanted to be the one exploring her, hands, mouth, skin on skin, sweat and - oh God what he would do to be able to feel and taste and touch her and have her. Have her. Have her. Her. Only her. Always her.

She made herself comfortable, leaning back against the headboard. The sight of her, clad in black lace, in his bed, was driving him fucking insane. How is this real? How is she real? How was he so lucky to be able to witness this? He didn't deserve it. He was an idiot.

She turned and bent over, climbing onto his bed, taunting him with that perfect ass. His eyes rolled back as she made her way up. Not for long though, he couldn't miss a second of this, wanting to ingrain it in his memory forever. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

His pants were tight, too tight. Not the tight space he wanted to be in, but he couldn't blame her. He deserved it. He was an idiot.

She looked him over again, noticing his fist clenching at his side and a vein in his neck potruding. His face was red and she knew it had to be painful for him. She almost felt bad. Almost.

"Take your shirt off." Her voice startled him, somehow making it all feel a lot more real - she was here, he wasn't dreaming. It was real. She was real.

He took his shirt off after a moment of processing her words and dropped it to the floor. He reached for his belt but she tsked. "I didn't say you could do that." He looked up at her, eyes teary. It was too much. It hurt. He deserved it. He was an idiot.

So he put his hands back to his sides and clenched them as hard as he could, he would be good. He won't disappoint her again. Never.

She kept her eyes on him as she laid there. Eyes on his chest and abs and the way he was flushed and heaving and so fucking pretty. Eyes on him as she started exploring her body again, this time for her own pleasure. Eyes on him as every trace of her hands was followed by a sharp inhale of breath into his lungs. Eyes on him as her hands played with her boobs, breathing harder, a whimper falling from his lips. Eyes on him as she pinched her nipples and let out an impossibly quiet moan. As her hands roamed all over. As she spread her legs and he moaned at the sight. As her hand dipped into her panties and he wanted to jump and tear them off her and bury himself into her warmth so badly. She kept her eyes on him as she played with her pussy right in front of him, every moan that left her followed by a whimper from him, the sound so desperate and pathetic it made her panties soaked and the hunger worse.

He wanted to cry - from the pain in his cock, from the joy of seeing her like this - so beautiful and bringing herself pleasure right there in front of him. The little moans and pants she let slip - he wanted to capture this moment and replay it over and over and over. He was so hard he started leaking and he wanted to cry - embarrassed, aroused, desperate, smitten, absolutely losing his fucking mind.

The sight of her reducing him to a whiny mess. The sight of him bringing her closer to the edge. She slipped her fingers inside and moaned out louder - for him. She's not usually very vocal when she touches herself but she did it for him. She needed him to know how good she felt. How much she liked having him there like this. To know his pain was worth it cause she felt so fucking good. And he did. He knew.

It was why he bit his cheek so hard he tasted blood - for her. To be good for her. So she knew he loved having her there like this, that his pain was worth it cause she felt so fucking good. And she did. She knew.

And when she reached the peak and fell apart in his bed, clad in lace, in front of him - he couldn't even try to stop it. And as her climax washed over her and her eyes closed - he couldn't blink, and the tears slipped. And as her moans and little high pitched noises stopped and she fell down onto the bed - he knew there was no way to hide it. As her eyes finally opened and met his - he looked at her like she was a goddess and he wasn't worthy. Because when she looked down at his crotch she could see the wet patch plain as day. And as she saw the embarrassed look on his face she knew he couldn't help it. He came. He came in his pants watching her orgasm and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Baby?" Her voice was gentle, as if not to startle him. He couldn't meet her eyes. He'd never been so embarrassed in his life; creaming his pants like he was 13 with no control of himself all over again.

"Rafe. Look at me." This time an order, he couldn't refuse. When his teary eyes met hers she could feel her heart clench for him. Poor, baby. She hadn't given him permission to cum - she was aware of this and as much as she should have wanted to punish him for it she couldn't - all she wanted was to comfort him.

"Baby, come here." He hesitated, still uncomfortable under her stare. "Rafe." She sat up on her knees. "Come here." This time he did as she asked, awkwardly standing from the chair and making his way over to the bed. She reached her hand out to him and as soon as he felt her touch he could feel his body relax slightly, the tension in his shoulders lifting. He let her pull him to sit on the bed and melted into her embrace once her arms wrapped around him. She kissed his neck while she held him, tender and comforting. They sat there for a while as the tension slowly left his body and he let himself fully relax into her.

"I'm sorry." He murmured into her neck, breaking the silence. "Don't be." She kissed his cheek and he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth lifting up a bit. She smiled back, a sweet smile, and he felt himself letting go. He knew she wasn't judging him, she would never. But he couldn't help the shame he'd felt.

"Baby." Her voice broke him out of his daze and his eyes met hers. "It's okay. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." He nodded, but she could tell he wasn't fully over it. So she pulled him closer and kissed him - a deep and sweet kiss, and she felt him give in to her. When she pulled back she ran her thumbs under his eyes wiping where the couple of tears had escaped earlier. "It's just me. You don't ever have to be embarrassed with me." She was looking at him like she meant it, and he knew deep down she did. Of course she did. It was her. It was only her. Just her. And this time when he nodded he meant it too.

She pulled him in for another kiss, this one more intense than the last. As their lips moved together she pulled him down to lay next to her, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him until their lips were swollen and their breaths gone. And once their lungs were full again, she kissed him some more. Playing with his hair, tracing his face, running her hands over his shoulders and back; warmth turning into a slow burning flame. His hands explored her skin, finally being able to touch her like he had so desperately been craving all night. They kissed for a while, neither could tell you how long, neither cared. All they knew was lips on lips, tongues like kindling, fingers burning skin and fire growing in their bellies.

Taglist: if anyone wants to be tagged in future work let me know; @r0und3bitch , @lurkymurker , @writingsbehaviour , @tianotfound

[ihatebnha]

I am officially on vacation, but have some airport headcanons of baku/deku/todo/kiri…

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Katsuki Bakugo

Airport Dad™

Wakes up at 5 am for a 3 pm flight and makes you get you to the airport AT LEAST 3 hours early

Walks extremely fast for no reason

Insists that he holds ALL of the documents/paperwork because he “can’t trust you…”

(Same excuse when he takes your bag from you, too)

Though he doesn’t let either of you have more than one carry-on because he doesn’t want to pay for anything unnecessary

Packs your own food and snacks and chastises you for even LOOKING at the “shitty and overpriced” airport food

Probably grumbles if you just get a coffee or something…

And vehemently refuses the airplane meals… even if he has nothing else to eat

(Does like the complimentary drinks, though)

Straight up acts like he’s going to DIE if he doesn’t get an aisle seat

Listens to an audiobook

Grumpily offers to you his hand during takeoff so you “don’t start crying for it like a little baby and embarrass him” (as if he’s not the one squeezing it during turbulence)

Izuku Midoriya

Always tries to leave for the airport early but ends up being late instead

And somehow always manages to make the metal detector go off and has to be searched TSA, too??? Even if he follows all protocols properly

T-shirt and khaki shorts combo

Literal KING of overpacking, though he always forgets something and has to go buy it at the airport store

Spends like 15 minutes helping everyone put their bags in the overhead bins

“All active heroes and servicemen are welcome to board” except it’s “I don’t count…” because he feels bad about it

“Hold my hand so we don’t get separated”

Window seat boy🥺

Brings his own snacks but is willing to buy a couple things, too (even if he probably just chooses nuts or raisins)

Absolutely eats the airplane meal and regrets it almost immediately

Holds your hand during takeoff

And bounces his leg the entire flight, too (which is funny because he doesn’t on work trips)

Plays Candy Crush or writes/draws in his notebook the entire flight

Falls asleep with his head on top of yours

Shoto Todoroki

Leaves late and still gets to the airport exactly on time???

Somehow always has TSA pre-check and gets to skip the line

And then wanders off while you’re waiting to board

Has no qualms about buying $30 worth of drinks and snacks beforehand, too

(And doesn’t mind shopping at Duty Free, either😈)

Doesn’t mind helping with bags but only does so of his own accord for you and old ladies

Earplugs during takeoff

“Oh, I can’t sleep on flights” except literally three seconds into it he’s dead asleep WITH a neck pillow, shoes off and the eye mask on

Uses the shitty provided headphones without complaint and asks you to figure out the TV for him

Genuinely studies the safety brochure and points things out to you alongside the safety demonstration

Enjoys the snack peanuts handed out by the flight attendants (and weirdly doesn’t mine the meals, too… he’s thinks they’re “fine.”)

Hand on your thigh during takeoff

Eijiro Kirishima

He’s not the best at being on time, but you DO make it to the airport with enough time to spare

Has pretty good luck with TSA, too… and carries ALL your bags with no problem

(He’s another guy who spends way too much time helping people with the overhead bins… and he blushes getting compliments from people about it)

Relies on you entirely for snacks and drinks… so it’s your choice if you make things in advance or spend

Also does not fit in the airplane seat, so he ends up being squished into you the entire time (which is actually fine because he’s great to sleep on and he likes it when you do)

Yes, he bumps his head every time he gets up

Prefers the aisle seat but is okay with the window if necessary

Probably makes friends with a baby at some point, too

Uses the airplane bathroom like twice an hour… probably just because he’s antsy

Shares headphones with you at some point so you can watch a movie with him or play a phone game

Takeoff and any other turbulence makes him a little queasy so he ends up burping kind of a lot

Holds your hand whenever he can the entire trip… takeoff, turbulence, landing, it’s yours.

[enhais]

Can I request a yandere jungwon its based on a song "Veronica open the door please", when his s/o and him gets into an argument and his s/o locks herself in their sharedroom jungwon wants to talk about it so he bangs the door so they can talk but his s/o is so scared but she open it anyways not wanting him to be mad more and hug him, and the next thing happened she find herself sitting in their shared bed with jungwon holding her head with his hands and forehead on hers

open the door

pairing: yandere!jungwon x gn!reader

word count: 651

a/n: i changed the ending a little, hope that works! also, as i’ve mentioned before, this is not a healthy relationship and jungwon would hopefully never act like this in real life <3

“open the door, y/n!” his voice was loud and angry and the bangs made your pulse increase. you were sitting on the bed you shared with jungwon — not that you wanted to share it, but you had no say in the matter. you were curled up with arms around your legs and your head between them, trying to cocoon yourself from the events that were happening.

you had gotten into a heated argument about leaving and he was having none of that, so, for your sake, you went into the bedroom and locked the door. if you had a phone you would call the police, but jungwon made sure to not have any phones around the house except for his. and that was always in his pocket.

BANG! “open the door, please!” he was going mad out there, you knew it. his hair was probably ruffled, his shirt untucked — unfamiliar to his usual, well-kept self. “you were meant to be mine… i am all that you need.” he whispered through the door, almost unsure if he wanted you to hear it or not. what you didn’t see was him sliding down the piece of wood separating the two of you, tears welling up in his eyes and hundreds of thoughts passing his mind. “y/n, baby, can we not fight anymore?” you were still shaking on the covers and the last thing you wanted was to see him. you just wished that he could leave you alone.

everything was going so well, or at least so you thought. he seemed like the most perfect boyfriend; giving you flowers once every other week, making sure you were doing alright, even calling your parents to see what they were up to. he was mr. ideal for a very long time. until recently, of course. he’s been leeching on to you, crawling under your skin to make you his well-behaved, corrupted little angel. he wanted you to move in with him, to stay with him for a while. you wouldn’t normally have a problem with that, but your opinion changed when you got a look at his computer.

it was accidental. you weren’t meant to find out. you had to borrow his computer one day, and he was well aware that you were borrowing it, but he had forgotten to close down the tabs and rename the folders on his desk. he had pictures, videos, notes — everything, documented about you. he was obsessed. this made your stomach turn and twist and you wanted nothing more than to take a break from this relationship. but now here you were.

“y/n, don’t make me come in there!” his voice had gone from soft to angry once again, showing off his different personalities. he could change for a split second and you wouldn’t be prepared for what was to come. he barged through the door, breathing heavily with a scary look in his eyes. tears poured from your eyes as you backed up against the headboard, “no, jungwon, please…” you trailed off. he grabbed your wrists tightly, “tsk tsk, you can’t just leave me like this, hm? you know that.” he was guilt-tripping you by tenfold and you couldn’t defend yourself.

he loved seeing you like this. darkened cheeks, teary eyes… that beautiful, scared look in your eyes. he wanted to kiss you, to love you like there was no tomorrow. his hands dropped your now bruised wrists and caressed your face as he leaned forward to rest against your forehead, “i can set you free… you just have to let me love you.” you closed your eyes and let him kiss you. you used to love him, what was this new version? what were you supposed to do? you kissed him back and felt him smile, “there you go.” he pulled away for a second, looking into your eyes, “i know you love me.”

[seventhscorpio]

Refuge in Poland for Ukrainians - resource post

ua.gov.pl - official government website with information about crossing the UA-PL border and a list of reception points along the border

official information for Ukrainians seeking refuge on the Polish Office of Foreigners website (including things like crossing the border with pets, what documents to take with you, where to seek info about a place to stay etc.)

Embassy of Ukraine in Warsaw - Aleja Szucha 7, 00-580 Warszawa

info point in the Warsaw Multicultural Center - Jagiellońska 54, 03-463 Warszawa (contact number: +48 22 648 11 11 and +48 604 932 969)

24/7 info point in the Palace of Culture and Science in Warsaw - plac Defilad 1, 00-901 Warszawa (contact number: +48 22 656 64 63)

post with information about the Ukrainian-Slovak border

Hungary Today article about the Ukrainian-Hungary border being open for refugees

+48 22 622 47 97 - Embassy of Ukraine in Warsaw contact number

+48 47 721 75 75  - Polish Office for Foreigners contact number

some info:

you don’t need a visa or a passport, you can apply for refuge directly at the border [1], but take those documents with you if you have them!!! it will make things easier at the border

you are exempt from the covid-19 quarantine obligatory for people entering Poland [1]

children without documents will still be allowed to cross the border to avoid separation from the family [1]

from March 2nd the Helpline for Children under the Children's Commissioner for Poland (800 12 12 12) will have an Ukrainian and Russian-speaking psychologist on duty [2]

update 12/03/22: starting Monday, March 16th, Ukrainians who want to stay in Poland will be able to register themselves to acquire Polish PESEL (personal ID number every Polish-born citizen is assigned at birth). It will allow them for easier interactions with the Polish administration, having their documents in mobile form (a mobile ID card), and getting employed legally with all benefits like health insurance. People wishing to acquire a PESEL number are encouraged not to storm the offices on Monday to avoid chaos and hours-long queues. [3]

update 12/03/22: if you plan on coming to Warsaw, I highly recommend NOT arriving at the Warsaw West Station (Dworzec Zachodni/Warszawa Zachodnia) currently. It is awfully overcrowded to the point of being chaotic, and the fact the station is currently undergoing renovation adds on to the mayhem. I was there briefly a week ago, at 11 pm/22:00, and it was already packed to the brim. This article from 5 days ago shows how the place looked like last Monday. Now I’m hearing the situation is even worse. I encourage you to choose Central Station (Dworzec Centralny/Warszawa Centralna) (though I’m hearing here the situation is also growing difficult) or East Station (Dworzec Wschodni/Warszawa Wschodnia) instead. If you DO decide on arriving at the West Station, look for volunteers in yellow vests who can guide you to the information point.

Outside the Warsaw Central Station there is a tent where you can be provided with a warm meal and water. If you need a baby stroller or crib for a little child, you can ask for it at the Warsaw East Station - many have been donated to the station magazine.

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Please add to this post if you have other resources and possibly info about where to go and who to contact in other cities. If there’s anything more I can do (idk, help with translation, moving around Warsaw, how the public transit system works, whatever) don’t hesitate to DM me.

[humansofnewyork]

“I’m really proud that I’m still interested. Not ‘interesting’, that’s a different thing. I mean interested. I’m still interested in the world. ‘Interested’ feeds me, and if that makes me interesting, then great. Quite frankly this year has been a delight. I’ve been using a lot of Zoom. I’m zooming everywhere. To places and topics that I would never have discovered pre-pandemic. And all without dealing with people. Don’t get me wrong, I like people. I just don’t like hundreds of them. There’s a series I recently found called the California Scholar’s Program, it’s 200 separate lectures of astonishing content related to a Jewish universe. It was a local thing before the pandemic. They’d do programs at various synagogues in Southern California. But not anymore. Now they’re zooming. They recently gave a presentation on a photographer who documented Hasidic families reconstituting themselves after World War II. The photographs were luminous. And I watched the whole thing while drinking a glass of wine. At 3 PM today the Natural History Museum is zooming a lecture on spies. It’s on my calendar. And there’s another one tonight about the TWA Terminal at LaGuardia Airport. I’m actually missing one right now, about cassowaries. They’re really big birds from the island of New Guinea. They’re almost like ostriches, but with incredible neck colorations. And it’s an entire lecture comparing them to modern dinosaurs. I really wanted to see that one, but the weather was so nice. So I came to the park. Had it been raining, it would be cassowaries. But it’s beautiful, so I’m here. With an exquisite book about London during the English Civil War.”

[katy-l-wood]

Okay, I wanna talk about the giant work project I just did because I’m proud of it, even if it was a bit of a nightmare. Can’t give specifics because of an NDA, but I can talk general stuff.

About three months ago we got offered a REALLY big deal. Ridiculously big. Possibly our biggest ever, at least in recent memory. But to make this deal we had to provide a lot of documentation. Like a lot a lot.

Wanna guess what my company does NOT have? Documentation. Are we a museum? Yes! Do we have scientifically significant specimens everywhere? Yes! Is any of it accurately or effectively documented? No. Hell, we couldn’t even GET to half our stuff without going up on a catwalk and ducking under the air vents until a few months ago when the vents got redone. And don’t even get me started on our servers. The top level organization is...decentish, but the second you start opening folders it is all just. A nightmare. Tons of duplicates, so many IMG______s, folders within folders within folders within folders. Terrible.

So I get brought onto this project after all the initial negotiating is pretty much done. On the face of it, my job in this project was SUPPOSED to just be taking the documentation and making it look pretty. The owner of the company and our head curator were supposed to be the ones getting all that documentation.

Wanna guess what they, by and large, did NOT do? Get me documentation. We had three months to do this and it only got done at the literal last minute because I went into work (despite being mostly remote) and sat down with both of them and just went through each form with them one by one. And when I say literal last minute, I mean literal last minute. The project was due at noon yesterday and I finished at 11:59.

At the end of it, here’s everything I did for the project:

Chased down so much documentation. Either by digging through the server, or just repeatedly e-mailing people until they finally handed stuff over.

Photographed a ton of specimens. We had some photos of some of them, but a lot of the older stuff was from really crappy old cameras so the photos needed redone.

Deciphered a lot of hand-signed/hand-amended contracts that needed included, so I could figure out who the hell signed what because cursive and crappy scans are not good bedfellows. I also had to figure out what contracts went with what specimens which was quite the puzzle.

Deciphered the forms we had to fill out. They’re from a non-English speaking country and there were some translations that got a little wonky.

Edited the introduction for each section of the project, because the owner of the company is very fond of idioms and run-on sentences. Had to put everything in plainer English so it could be more easily translated.

Edited all the photo captions for the same reason.

Dealt with the fact that no one at this job calls any animal what they are, they just give them a nickname which is not helpful. I don’t know what “Doug” is, guys. I can tell Doug was a turtle, but what kind of turtle? Who knows! Not me, because YOU DON’T FUCKING LABEL ANYTHING. The bus factor at this company is terrible. If somebody dies tomorrow we’re all screwed.

Fixed a bunch of little issues in the contracts to prevent us giving away some very important rights that we should not have been giving away.

Reworked the prices on some things to be more understandable and offer different options.

Researched the locations of specimens and provided detailed maps of the locations in relation to the U.S. as a whole and the specific areas. Didn’t want to do the thing where we just said “yeah, we found it in Kansas” assuming everyone outside the U.S. would actually know where the hell Kansas is.

Formatted it all into nicely laid out PDFS with good formatting. This involved 22 separate documents, then one version that brought all those together into one big document that was formatted for double-sided printing.

And, despite having 3 months to do it, 50% was done in the last two days, and another 40% done in the 8ish days before that. I worked 55 hours this week and 53 last week. Instead of just being a designer I ended up being a photographer, an archivist, a researcher, a contracts person, an editor, AND a designer.

Ended up with a 400 page document that looks fantastic (and more professional than anything the company has ever put out). I’m damn proud of it, and I’m really excited to know how effective it ends up being, which I should hopefully know in the next couple weeks.

And I still don’t know hardly anything about paleontology beyond surface knowledge, lol. Fake it ‘til you make it.

[katskitoshi]

"I HATEN'T YOU SO MUCH <3," with OBEY ME

synopsis: obey me brothers react to [name] who tells them that they love them in the best and most straight-forward way they can...which happens to be the most confusing way for the brothers.

characters: lucifer & mammon (separately) x gender neutral! [name]

includes: cursing and horrible writing, you're welcome.

LUCIFER; AVATAR OF PRIDE

the two of you were in his study. a cursed record was playing in the background as you both were working on papers that diavolo had requested to get done. well, he was working. you, on the other hand, were admiring him work. the faces that he made. from confused to calm, annoyed to angry. even the sighs he made as he read over documents were admirable to you.

you just loved him so damn much but you didn't know how to tell him. would he even like you back? he was the avatar of pride for goodness sakes! even if he did like you back, he deserved better. you weren't even working anymore, just staring at the black haired demon. he turned his head and lucifer's eyes met yours as he stared right back at you. maybe he noticed the blush that coated your cheeks. you hoped not.

lucifer placed his quill down and turned the rest of his body towards you. "[name], dear," he started. if lucifer didn't see the blush on your face before, he did now. you loved the way that lucifer got so comfortable with you that he could let his guard down enough to have normal conversations with you and even call you dear despite being friends. yeah, just friends... "please do tell what's concerning you. you seem so out of it right now. you know i trust you, and i hope you trust me too. so please dear, what's bothering you?"

lucifer's hands found their way to yours. his hands were holding yours and you only got more flustered by the moment. "i..." you started, looking in lucifer's eyes. "tell me, [name]." you look at him longer and you build up enough courage to say it. "lucifer...i lo.." lucifer tilts his head acting like he didn't know what you were going to say. he knew. he took his right hand from yours and traced it up the you cheek, holding it. he used to pad of his thumb to rub under your ears. "i haten't you lucifer!" you exclaimed.

he was low-key shocked because he didn't think he'd get your confession out of you this way.

luckily, he was smart because he was able to figure out what haten't means.

he found your confession and flustered after face quite cute too.

he leaned in and kissed you and your shock soon faded away as you melted into the kiss.

"i guess i haten't you too, dear,"

MAMMON; AVATAR OF GREED

mammon was trying to show you how to play poker per your own request. he found you wanting to come to the casino with him and he didn't want some lovely lousy human who couldn't play trailing him around at the casino. luckily, you asked the great mammon for help, and help is what you're getting!

you were sitting across from mammon at his poker table while he explained the concept of the game. you weren't paying attention to the words he was saying, but rather the sound of his voice. he sounded so amazing talking about something he truly was passionate about. "oi! are you even paying attention to me ya' damn human?" he says while throwing a poker chip at your head.

"sorry, mammon. i'll pay attention. what were you saying?" mammon rolls his eyes at you. he has been noticing his humans been acting quite strange. the only reason he noticed was because lucifer ordered him to take care of [name], not because he likes you or anything! as if! the great mammon and then you, the human exchange student? no way in all the three realms!

mammon slowly started talking about poker again and his passion was returning. despite not paying attention or listening, you knew when to perfectly when to nod and mumble out 'mhm's and 'yeah's. you fell into a daydream about what your relationship would be like. dates, kisses and cuddles swarmed your mind with the second-born demon. you mumble out a quick, 'yep' before thinking about accompanying him to his modeling shoots - something he doesn't usually let people come with him to. your thoughts were interrupted by mammon. "now that you've said you understand poker, play against me! and since it won't be proper game without something you bet! if i win, you tell me what's got you so distracted and if you win, i'll pay off my tab at hell's kitchen. now let's get started!"

you didn't have time to respond before you and mammon started the game. due to not paying attention or hearing a word he said about how to play, it was an easy win for him. he was sitting there, waiting for your answer. "are ya' gonna tell me or not human?" he says. you felt fidgety and you began to blush, you were sure of it. you were closely looking at mammon and he looked right back at you. "mammon, i.." he himself looked a bit flustered. "i haten't you, dammit!" you exclaim before banging your head down on the poker table.

w h a t?

he's confused.

did you say you hate him? no, he's the great mammon! no one could hate him!

wait! you said 'haten't' which means you must love him.

now he's blushing. weird way to confess but okay.

"of course you love me, i mean - who wouldn't love the great mammon! and.. i guess i love you too, human..."

[from-the-clouds]

Thinking of a Place (Part II) - Kendall Roy x Reader

Part One | Masterlist | Fic Playlist | Gif credit

Summary: You check on Kendall after he returns from Italy. Takes place after Succession 3x09 ‘All The Bells Say’

Words: 7k

Warnings: Contains SMUT (minors dni) unprotected sex. Alcohol/drug use and abuse. Depression. Mentions of attempted suicide. Kendall Roy existing and being a deeply sad man. Spoilers for seasons 1-3 of Succession.

A/N: Happy new year!!! This might be the horniest thing I’ve ever written so either 1) i’m sorry or 2) you’re welcome, I’ll let you decide. Please let me know what you think! Also, if you’ve sent me a request, I am working on those, please don’t think I’m ignoring you! I try to do them in the order they come in.

"Come inside, Mr. Roy should be home any minute."

You nodded, as Sasha, one of Kendall's staff, stepped aside, allowing you to follow her into the penthouse apartment. Kendall had moved here somewhat recently, after he separated from Rava, and you'd only been a handful of times.

Sasha led you into the great room of the luxurious home. "Can I get you anything?" You shook your head. The real reprieve was the air conditioning – you'd worked up quite the sweat getting over here, even in your lightweight summer dress.

"No thank you."

She disappeared down a hallway, and you were left alone. Every time you'd been here before had been for work, but brief, to drop off documents or strategize quickly before meetings. Though you were frequently surrounded by wealth and extravagance, right now, standing alone in Hudson Yards penthouse nearly knocked the wind out of your system.

You already felt on edge considering the circumstances, and this setting wasn't helping.

The stark white decor, with the occasional black accent, made it feel more like a museum and less like a home. It was almost laughable how over-the-top it was, floor to ceiling windows, multiple lounge areas. It had something like six bedrooms – you didn't know for sure, because you'd never seen them, but that seemed particularly egregious considering that Kendall's kids were rarely over and he didn't keep any company besides his various flings. So much of the excessive square footage likely went to waste. But this was how the super wealthy lived, you'd learned.

About a year ago, you'd finally been able to move out of the tiny, shitty apartment you'd shared with a roommate, and now you lived alone in a one bedroom place. That felt like a luxury to you, but you were realizing it looked like a shack compared to this, and it wasn't cheap by any means.

All the exterior walls were made up of windows, and you walked straight towards them to peer out over the city, letting your forehead fall against the glass to look down. From this height, 90 floors up, you were too far up to even make out the shapes of people walking below. There was, however, something mesmerizing about towering over the city like this – a city that often made you insignificant and replaceable. Right now, you felt neither of those things.

Standing there, watching life pass by, you lost track of time, until you heard the clack of dress shoes against the wooden floors, and a familiar, deep voice approaching.

Perking up, you stepped away from the window, smoothing the hem of your dress out of habit. Kendall rounded the corner and didn't register you right away, but you noticed every detail of his appearance. Phone to his ear, suit jacket slung over his free arm, his aviators were still perched on the bridge of his nose. Looking much more rugged than usual, stubble covered his jawline, and at some point between now and the last time you'd seen him, he'd shaved his head. Behind him, the woman who'd let you inside snuck his suitcases around the corner and likely into the master suite.

"Uh-huh, yeah," Kendall murmured into his phone, all business, but when he saw you, he hesitated. "Hey listen, I gotta go - let's talk tomorrow."

Kendall removed his sunglasses and squinted at you, pocketing his phone as he halted on the opposite side of the room.

"Uhh…what's going on?" he asked. He had a bit of a tan from the trip, but he still looked haggard, dark circles under his eyes, which were glazed over. The sleeves of his dress shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, likely in response to the heat in the city today.

"Hey," you answered, shifting your weight between two feet as he approached you hesitantly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, and his tone was hard to read.

"Sasha let me in," you answered. "Uhm, sorry I didn't give you a heads up before," Kendall eyed you skeptically. "I heard you were back in town and I thought I'd stop by and uh…check in."

It had been Greg that texted you, letting you know that he was back in the city. It was a Friday night, you had one foot out the door on your way to a date, but had dropped everything to come here. You figured if Greg was back in town, then so was Kendall. You were right.

"Uh-huh," Kendall answered. "That's all? Not 'cause you're worried you're going to lose your job?"

Your stomach flipped. The last time you'd been alone with Kendall was the night of his birthday. He'd snuck out quickly in the morning. Since then, you'd only seen each at work, with other people around, and you'd both kept it professional. You weren't really sure where you stood with him, and after everything that you'd heard had happened in Italy, you couldn't handle the radio silence.

"No," you swallowed. "I heard about Italy, I just…I wanted to see how you were." Sure, maybe your job was a lingering concern in the back of your mind, but it would've never occurred to you to show up to Kendall's place and talk to him about something so trivial when you knew everything.

"What do you know?" he asked, tone stern and cold, and you knew to some extent he was only protecting himself.

"I know about Gojo and….the uh, the swimming pool…thing," you managed.

"Uh-huh. Who told you about that?"

"I uh…Greg."

Kendall laughed bitterly. "You shouldn't talk to him anymore, he's not a friend of ours."

All of the sudden it felt like there was a draft passing through the room. The A/C was far too cold, and Kendall's steely demeanor wasn't helping. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you misread things, maybe the night you spent with him didn't mean as much as you thought it had. You felt like an idiot for thinking otherwise.

"I know," you answered. "I know that, I just…." you swallowed hard, your face growing hot under his frigid stare. "I was just hoping to see you, Kendall. "

Kendall put his hand on his hip for a minute, studying you carefully as if he didn't believe you. There couldn't possibly be a reason you were there without some sort of ulterior motive. After a moment his face dropped, the emotionless, 'fuck you' facade he presented to the world slipped away, leaving behind the forlorn expression he'd gotten so good at hiding.

"Come here," he murmured, and you let him pull you into his arms. It was a catalyst, the tears that you'd been trying to smother since you'd heard the news of his accident came rushing forward, sliding down your cheeks. When you sniffed, his hand rose to cradle the back of your head, letting you nuzzle into his shoulder, holding you tightly. It was nice to have someone need him this way, for once.

"I'm sorry," you managed, hearing your voice break but continuing anyway. "I was so worried about you, I just needed to see you're okay."

"I'm okay," he soothed. "I'm okay."

"That's what you said before you left," you whimpered. You didn't want to talk too explicitly about what happened in Italy. You hadn't gone, Kendall had even given you the few days off. "What happened?"

"I promise you, I'm doing better," he dismissed your question. When he pulled away, he still clung to your shoulders, leaning down to look in your eyes. "Trust me, okay?"

You nodded wearily, his thumb grazed your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, eyes lingering, locked on yours, face mere inches away for too long to be appropriate. Not that it mattered to you. He had a way of making you feel like a fucking teenager again, all lightheaded and dizzy at the mere thought of kissing him. And then he pulled away, removing his hands from you.

"For the record," you swiped quickly under your eyes, clearing your throat. "I am still worried I'm gonna lose my job." You couldn't handle the tension in the room, you hoped your weak attempt at a joke would clear it up.

Kendall chuckled, and you didn't miss his quick once over as he stepped backwards. "You're all dressed up, you headed somewhere?"

You shrugged. "Not exactly."

"Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Uh-huh, well…I feel fucking gross, I need a shower, why don't you hang tight for like 20 minutes?" he asked. "We can grab a bite somewhere, talk some more."

"Uh, yeah," you said. "That's fine."

"Great." He retrieved his jacket from the couch. "Make yourself at home," he stepped away, disappearing down a hallway.

While he was gone you wandered to the dining room, finding a bar area with a sink and a mirror you used to touch up your makeup. You'd never been a believer in waterproof mascara, but you might have to convert based on the way these past few weeks had been going.

Kendall returned in a slightly more casual look, khaki-colored slacks and a blue button-down, the sleeves rolled up, typing on his phone. "You ready?" he asked. "The driver's downstairs."

He snuck you both out of a back entrance, avoiding the reporters that were now cluttered at the front of the building since news of his arrival back in New York had spread. At this point, the Waystar acquisition was no secret, even if the deal wasn't finalized.

The restaurant he'd chosen was nice, much nicer than you'd expected, much nicer than a place you'd describe as somewhere you could 'grab a bite to eat' as he had. Kendall's hand grazed against your lower back as the hostess led you to a secluded table.

"Can I start you off with some drinks?"

"I'll have a club soda, she'll have a Manhattan," Kendall answered quickly, ordering you your favorite cocktail.

The hostess left before you could say a word, and you frowned at Kendall. You were relieved, at least, to hear he wasn't drinking.

"Don't look at me like that," he glanced at you from over the menu. "I didn't want you to do that thing people do."

"What thing?" you asked, settling across from him.

"You know, when they find out I'm not drinking and then they don't drink because they feel weird about it and then it makes me feel like a fucking wet towel," he said. "It's Friday night, have a drink."

"Well, I know you're not a wet towel, that's for sure." you teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"You didn't have plans tonight?" He changed the subject.

"Uhhhh, well, kinda," you shrugged.

Kendall raised his eyebrows at you from over the menu.

"I don't know. It was like a date….maybe, I think."

"A date?" Kendall asked. "With that guy you're seeing?"

"You mean Ron?" You smirked, crossing your legs under the table and putting down the menu you'd been browsing. "You're so into him, aren't you? This is like….the third time you've brought him up."

Kendall frowned. "I just find it interesting…the way you talk about it. So fucking…like, cagey."

"How's Naomi?" you shot back.

Kendall grunted. "We're uh….you know. Whatever."

"See? I don't like talking about my personal life either."

"It's different," Kendall said. "You're such an enigma."

Raising an eyebrow, you resisted the urge to quip back something unfriendly. Even though you knew pretty much everything there was to know about him, all the ins and outs of his personal and professional lives, Kendall had never really made much of an effort to get to know you in return, beyond general pleasantries. Not that you cared, as the arms length approach seemed to work better, at least at first. Things were slowly changing, but it was still a one-sided relationship.

"Things aren't great," Kendall said after a pause, leaning forward. "With Naomi. Feels like things are…fizzling out."

Before you could respond, the waiter came by with your drinks, and to take your order. By the time you were gone, you felt like the moment had passed to ask him to elaborate.

"So are you going to tell me about this Gojo stuff or…?" you asked.

Kendall sighed. "Well, short and sweet, they're gonna buy us out. Mattson will be the new CEO, and then he gets to decide how to cut the fat. I don't know that he'll see Shiv, Roman or I as essential to the company, so we'll probably get fired."

Kendall didn't really seem as emotional as you were expecting him to be. For the past few years his goal of becoming Waystar's CEO had driven nearly every decision he'd made, and seeing it all crumble, seeing it all be for nothing, had to be eating him up. "And you're okay with this?"

"Shiv and Roman are pissed, and I am too, but…." Kendall shook his head. "I feel more relieved than anything else."

"What do you mean?"

"I took your advice. I tried to get out," he said. "My dad….he wouldn't let me. But if this deal goes through, if he's no longer in power, I'll be able to. It won't be everything I want but, maybe it's time. I mean, hell, it'd probably be a relief to Mattson, since I'm useless anyways."

"That's not true."

"You don't have to lie to me," he said. "I am. And it's okay. Whether I'm CEO or not, none of it changes. I'm still fucked. Forever."

Despite the fact that he seemed somewhat measured about the whole situation, your concern was in his words. "You don't have to be," you reached out, fingers grazing over his hand. "You can get help."

"Uh-huh," he smiled bitterly, looking down. "Because that's worked out so fucking well for me in the past."

You swallowed hard. "Listen," Kendall said, flipping his palm over to clutch your hands. "I'm really okay. You have to believe me."

The room you were dining in was dim and private. There was no one else around. It might be risky to poke the bear, but at least it was safe.

"And did you feel this way before or after you ended up in the pool?" you asked him, and maybe it sounded harsh but you couldn't ignore the elephant in the room. "I mean Kendall, really, you can't say all these things to me like that never happened. I mean, did you even talk to anybody?"

"That was an accident," he growled, and despite the ice clipping the edge of his voice, you knew he knew you weren't convinced. But you didn't have to say anything before he continued. "This was all after," he quipped. "I talked to Shiv, Roman, and Conner. At least I have my siblings back."

That was somewhat of a relief, but you'd never really trusted his siblings, as they were quick to betray him to get into Logan's good graces. Who knew how long this truce would last. "Kendall, you need to talk to a professional."

"Uh-huh, look, I didn't bring you here to get fucking lectured, okay?" he said curtly. When you tried to pull your hand away in response, he clasped it tighter, holding you there. "I'm sorry," he breathed, softening. "I just can't get into all this now. It's too much."

He was right, though, you weren't being fair. Now was not the time. "I know, I just hate seeing you so…" you trailed off and took a sip of your cocktail.

Broken. It's what you wanted to say. But you couldn't, the word lay dead on your tongue. That profound sadness that always consumed him. You could feel it in the pulse point on his wrist, connected with your own. You wondered if something stronger could ever subdue it.

"Uh-huh," Kendall answered, and he released your hand gently from his iron grip. You always found it interesting how he responded when you admitted you were wrong, like he'd never encountered emotional control before. He probably hadn't.

"So…I probably will get fired then," you said, changing the subject. "When all is said and done."

He shrugged. "Not necessarily. You're smart. Mattson will probably find a place for you."

"I don't know," you said. "It might be time for a change."

The waiter arrived with your food, and you ordered another drink, watching him take a few bites of his meal. It occurred to you that if Waystar was really being sold, not only would you be out of a job, but you would also be of no use to Kendall.

"It'll be weird…" you said. "I'm so used to being at Waystar, working for you."

"Sounds like that would be a relief" he looked up at you, lips quivering into a rare smile. He looked so handsome when he smiled, the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled, the way his gaze shifted downwards, almost bashfully. You finished off the last of your drink. "But we'd still be friends."

"Mmmm," you tilted your head and pursed your lips. "But are we even friends now? Being friends would involve us talking about something other than work 24/7."

"Touche," he answered.

After dinner, you ended up back at his place. You weren't really sure why. You should have left to go home from the resturaunt, right to your apartment. It didn't make sense, but both of you seemed to have the same, unspoken agreement - that you weren't ready to end the evening yet. For you, it was the paranoia something bad might happen if you let him out of his sight. You weren't sure what his reasoning was, but you didn't really care.

"Thanks for dinner," you said, as Kendall followed you out of the elevator. "I can Venmo you, if you want," you elbowed him playfully.

"Yeah, go ahead, I'm gonna need the fifty bucks soon, help me pay the rent here," his hands were in his pockets.

"Speaking of," you gestured towards the great room of the penthouse. "This is place is fucking insane, I mean, really."

"Uh-huh, thanks," he said, following you to the wall of windows in front of you. It was dark now, and the city was lit up, squares of yellow lights covering the buildings, portals into another world.

"Do you ever stand here and just enjoy this view?" you asked.

"Not really," Kendall chuckled, standing beside you. His presence was both comforting and unnerving.

"I'd never get anything done," you glanced over at him, and he was looking at you, not at the view. When you caught his stare, though, he indulged you, and turned back towards the window.

"I guess it's pretty sick."

You shifted your weight in the boots you'd worn. They had been comfortable at first - practical, as you knew sandals just weren't a possibility in the city. Stepping away from the window, you sat on the couch to pull them off. "Okay, these are hurting me."

Kendall turned on the fireplace in front of the couch you'd sat on before joining you. Light danced over his face, you leaned back against the back of the couch and closed your eyes.

"It was nice," Kendall's voice echoed, and your eyes fluttered open as you turned to find him looking at you. "...to see you when I came home."

"I needed to see you," you answered. His pointer finger slid lazily over your hand resting between you, gauging your reaction. Your eyes didn't leave his.

His lips were full, perfect, pink. You wanted to know what they'd feel like on your own, on your neck, on your- no. You stopped yourself.

"You know I'll always take care of you, right?" Kendall asked. His pointer finger locked with yours, linking them together like this was some sort of promise. "If you need money, you need a place to stay, whatever."

You shook your head no. "I'm going to be fine, I don't expect that from you."

"That's why I want to. No one else I know is like you."

His sweet nature was oozing through his carefully curated facade, a bit of the sadness along with it but the sudden tenderness was overpowering. The side of him you'd believed many times that his father had beaten out of him. For the world? I'm sorry. You're not made for it. Any ounce of compassion Kendall had was always seen as a weakness, but those small glimpses of who he really was were what had kept you around.

"Thank you," you answered.

"You said we aren't friends," he said. "Maybe that's true. But…I want to know you."

"Okay," you whispered, shifting your weight so you were on your side, facing him directly.

His free hand rested between you, the one that wasn't clasped with yours, lifted to ghost over your knee. Kendall was testing you, seeing what you'd allow, seeing what touch went too far. He'd been in your arms, you'd been in his, but this was one boundary you'd never really crossed. He wanted to know. Watching your every move, each hitch in your breath, each microexpression, where were you going to draw the line?

Kendall felt he had been patient for too many years. Now you were here, laying across from him, the skirt of your dress riding up your thighs, letting him see more of you than you ever had. Had you been expecting to see him tonight when you put on that outfit? Or had this been for another man?

More broken now than he'd ever been, it felt like you were the only thing holding him together. How much of himself could he give away, in the hopes that you could fix it? He knew it wasn't right, technically, to look for answers in your arms, but he'd run out of ways to cope. Would it feel any better just to have you?

"I know you want to kiss me," you said, voice low. It was just like you to know. The only person who saw him, all of him, even the ugliest parts, and still chose to be loyal. There were only a handful of things he could give to you as a reward for your honesty, and the things he'd already tried didn't seem like enough. You deserved more.

Kendall moved, shifting his weight so he was above you, looking down, moving closer. "Do I?"

"I can feel it," you looked up at him, squeezed his hand. He moved a piece of hair from your face, trailing his touch along your jaw before angling your chin upwards. There was no resistance on your end, you were so open, so pliant beneath him.

Kendall slotted his lips against yours. He had approached you so painstakingly slow that you knew it hadn't been a mistake, or merely a decision made in the heat of the moment. It was purposeful.

He was gentle at first, chaste almost. Goosebumps pricked up your arms, your heart rate increasing. A million sweet nothings filtered through your mind of things you could say to him, but you couldn't find one that felt right, so you channeled all your energy into the kiss, which he deepened, tongue sliding to part your lips as he pulled your face closer.

You answered in kind, gripping his shoulder and jaw, the once-innocent gesture becoming more and more passionate. An involuntary whimper left you, and Kendall smiled against your mouth.

His opposite hand trailed down your body, grazing over your breast, waist, over your hip, pausing just above your knee, where your skin was bared to him, and he pushed apart your legs, which had been crossed. It was instant, the shock of arousal to your center, the sharp intake of breath in response, as if his lips on yours hadn't already awakened the deep-seated desire. You'd barely just begun to kiss him, and yet, you already knew what you needed.

Kendall eyed you when you pulled away, slightly, admiring you as your chest rose and fell, lips swollen and hair mussed. "Do you want this?" he asked.

"I do," you breathed. "I want it so bad, Kendall."

His lips connected with yours again, his cool hand slipping farther under the skirt of your dress, up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of your panties. You moaned, then, into his mouth, so desperate, so needy. As much as you wanted to only keep kissing him, you couldn't resist exploring more.

"I want you in my room," he said. "Properly."

You only made it a few steps down the hallway before Kendall spun you around and nearly slammed you against the wall, lifting your knee to hook around his waist, cupping your ass with his free hand and grinding his hips against yours. He was already hard. You expected him to take you there against the wall, would be satisfied with that, as your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, managing to unbutton two, but he pulled away, the loss of contact making you huff in frustration.

"Come on," he said, a devilish look in his eyes.

You could hardly walk straight, the ache between your thighs was so intense it was painful, desperate for relief. It was annoying, how big his apartment was, the walk to the master bedroom took years, and it didn't help that he seemed unfazed by it all. You thought of all the other women who had walked down this hallway with him and then pushed the image out of your mind.

His bedroom was huge, low-lit, the lights of the city glimmering outside. It would've been nice to take a moment to appreciate the view, but there were other pressing matters at hand.

Kendall backed you into the bed, stepping between your legs and sliding a hand up your back to catch the hair at the nape of your neck. He kissed you again, your hands cradling his face as the desperation in his actions became more and more apparent, and you were becoming less and less patient.

His large hands returned to your thighs, massaging them as you let your legs fall open, his thumbs kneading into the soft flesh, working up close to your panties again. One of his knuckles grazed over the skin there, and you sighed, pressing your hips forward to seek more contact. Instead, his fingers hooked over the waistband and pulled them down around your ankles swiftly. You kicked them off eagerly and Kendall was quick to push your dress up over your hips.

Feeling suddenly exposed, you sat up, legs instinctively moving together, and Kendall paused, leaning forward to press his lips to your temple. "Is this okay?" he asked, voice a low whisper into your ear. "Want to make you feel good."

His words erased any self-consciousness you felt, as you knew he was exactly what you needed right now. "Mhm," you answered, raising a leg and pressing your heel into his back so his body was closer to yours.

Kendall chuckled, a sweet and warm noise that made your stomach flutter. Your lips met briefly again, a sloppy mess of teeth and tongues, before he backed away from you to kneel between your parted legs.

He waited far too long to touch you again, leaving you wanton and panting, watching him, waiting for his next move, until his hands wove around your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, holding you in place. You were throbbing, aching, you could feel yourself growing wetter as he buried his face between your legs and kissed you everywhere except the place you needed him most, nipping and sucking at the skin newly exposed to him.

"Kendall, please," you begged for it, the plea slipping out before you could stop it, the urge for contact overriding all logic.

"God, I knew you'd be just like this," he groaned into your thigh, the vibration of his deep voice radiating straight towards your core. "So fucking wet for me, so ready."

There was no time for a response before Kendall gave in, warm tongue sliding to part you. He was right. You were so wet, it was sinful, and your head fell back at much-needed contact, the relief to finally have him where you wanted. He was eager, lapping greedily at your cunt, and you gripped at his shoulders to find purchase. The heat consuming your body was overwhelming, and only intensified when his mouth latched onto your clit, drawing a long moan from you.

"Sweet girl," he chuckled. "I could come from just the taste of you."

Heat flashed through your abdomen. You had no idea how to respond to his absolute filth, besides whimpering and grinding your hips harder against his face, which he seemed to like, his hands squeezing and grasping at you over your dress.

"I want you…to…" you managed. "Inside me."

"Be patient," he cooed. "Want you to come on my face first."

God, fuck, he was depraved. And you couldn't answer because you wanted to, too.

"That dress you wore," he mumbled, tongue circling your clit. "On my birthday." His hand traveled up your inner thigh. "I thought about fucking you in it all night."

"Mmm," was all you could offer, fearing the noises that would come out of your mouth if you opened it.

"I thought about being on my knees," his knuckle parted your folds. In between each phrase he'd attach his mouth back to you, sucking violently. "Your leg over my shoulder," he drove a finger into you, and you gasped. "Riding my face in some dark corner."

"Fuck, Kendall," you sobbed at the image, and the current position he had you in.

"You ever think about me?" he asked, eyes flicking upwards to lock with yours – you hoped you could brand the image into your mind forever – and you nodded.

"Tell me," he commanded, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

"I thought about you…" you took in a haggard breath. "...bending me over the desk in your office - fuck!" he drove another digit into you, you felt yourself opening up even more to him. "...eating me out…on your couch…." you panted, Kendall hummed in response, mouth occupied. "...Sucking your dick… under the conference table."

"Oh, you fucking dirty girl," His fingers curled and found the spot that seemed to quell the ache inside you momentarily, you moaned loudly at the relief and, seeming satisfied with your reaction, he began to repeat the motion again and again. Abandoning his line of questioning, he became quiet, diligently focused on making you come and it was working, a little too well. You'd never been one for dirty talk but you realized suddenly just how close you were, how much it had turned you on to tell your boss all the disgusting fantasies you'd had about him. He was unrelenting.

"Kendall, I'm-" you began, but couldn't even finish before it happened, your body betraying you as you came, hands grasping at the duvet, eyes squeezing shut, shuddering and gasping for air.

"That's it, good girl," he whispered, fucking you through it, not stopping until it was over. Just as you blinked your eyes open, he pressed one final open-mouthed kiss in between your legs before climbing on top of you, smoothing your hair behind your ear and latching his lips to your own once more. You could taste yourself on his tongue. "You're perfect," he said, pulling away, breathless.

"So are you, Kendall," you answered him, hands on his face, and he slowed his movements down slightly to look at you, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt. You were still coming down from your orgasm, lightheaded and a little dizzy, melting against him when he kissed you again. He didn't need to speak, you could hear everything he was thinking, the appreciation, the affection bleeding through his fingertips.

Pushing the dress shirt off his shoulders, you ran your hands down his torso through the smattering of chest hair, grasping at the outline of his cock through his pants. He grunted, pitching forward, his head falling to your shoulder, the weight of his body against you. "Fuck," he swore under his breath.

You didn't want to tease him, you'd already been teasing each other for years. The metal buckle of his belt jingled as you undid it quickly, after he'd already made you come once, you were able to think a little more clearly, but you still hadn't had enough of him.

Pushing him off you, you moved off the bed and sunk to your knees in front of him, before Kendall put a hand on your shoulder.

"I want you," he said stiffly, stopping you from continuing, voice pinched.

"Just for a little," you begged, fingers hooked in the waistband of his slacks. "Please?" you lowered your voice, waiting for him to answer. "I want to suck your cock, Kendall, please?"

Kendall couldn't resist the request, one of his hands sliding into your hair as you tugged away the fabric between you. "Well, since you asked nicely."

He was big, which didn't surprise you, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Truth be told, you'd never been dying to give any of your lovers a blowjob like this, but it felt like a fucking primal instinct now. Kendall watched you intently, big brown eyes, pupils blown wide as you wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him so deep you gagged. His head fell back, the moan he let out echoing off the high ceilings.

His hips rutted forward, involuntarily, forcing you to take him deeper, "Fuckin' so good," he praised. You raised your hand to work the part of him your mouth couldn't reach. At some point, Kendall had unzipped your dress and now he was tugging the fabric off your shoulders along with your bra straps, baring more of you to him.

You'd barely begun to work up a rhythm when he tugged your head backwards, forcing you to release him from your mouth with a pop. "That's enough," Kendall said sternly. "Get back on the bed."

He was more assertive than you'd imagined, but you weren't sure what else you were expecting. It was exactly what you needed.

Your dress was pulled away from you as you obeyed him, your bra unclipped by deft hands, and Kendall settled on his knees between your thighs, hovering over you, two fingers working into your soaked cunt, watching your face as you gasped and whined. A noise of protest left you when he pulled away, but not for long, as his fingers were replaced by the silky tip of his cock, which he slid up and down without giving into you fully.

Kendall ran a hand down the side of your body, letting it settle in the curve of your waist. Perhaps some part of you should've felt ashamed, or self-conscious under his voyeuristic stare but you were so lost in the moment, the heat between your legs crying out for him, you found the compromising position even more of a turn on.

"Please," you pleaded with him, and watched the smirk flit across his face.

He gave himself over in one swift stroke, the air ripped from your lungs as you were forced to adjust to all of him all at once. You clawed at his chest and he pitched forward, shifting his weight inside of you as your lips connected. "You okay?" he asked, tone surprisingly soft, one of his thumbs drawing along your cheek.

"Mhm," you nodded, letting him draw back out of you slowly.

"You tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"

"I promis-Oh god," you cried out as he slammed back into you.

"You're so fucking wet, baby," he said. His voice sounded deeper than usual, if that was possible, all husky and filled with lust.

After taking him a few times, he worked you open enough to adjust to his size, and you relaxed a little. "Feels so good-"

"I know, baby, I know."

He fucked into you slowly, almost annoyingly so, making sure you took the length of him in full with each thrust, each one punctuated by an extra press forward of his hips so you could feel him deep in the pit of your belly. The sensation was too much, and not enough. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes, and you were past the point of noises, only able to take long, shaky breaths as his eyes bore into yours, one of his hands gripping your ass to steady your hips, the other on the side of your face. You couldn't hide from him like this. It was the most intimate fucking you'd ever had, equal parts tender and lewd.

"Good girl," He sighed. "You take my cock so, so well, don't you?"

You nodded. "Kendall I-" you fought to find some words to answer his own with, the only thing left on your tongue was love you, which you knew to be true but it wasn't the time to say it.

"I've wanted…" he began to move a little faster, and you panted. "This for….so…." his fingers found your clit, applying just the right pressure. "So long," you let your nails rake down his back and you kissed again, a mess of tongues and teeth, far too lost in the moment to focus on form.

"Me too," he bent down, his teeth sunk into the spot just between your neck and collarbone.

You cried out in both pain and pleasure, the endorphins swirling through your body had you too intoxicated to have any idea that he was all-but marking you as his own.

Kendall watched the woman below him who he'd grown so fond of over the years, half in disbelief, half in a haze of arousal that was quickly coming to its peak. This was wrong. You deserved better than him, he was ruining you, and you both knew it. But he couldn't bring himself to care right now.

He was dying to make you come again, to feel you pulsing around his cock, and he could tell you were close, in the way your cunt grew tighter, the shake in your legs, how you clung to him desperately. He'd only dreamt of this for years, and his own imagination hadn't done any of it justice.

"You're so close, aren't you, sweet girl?" he asked.

You let out a shaky, breathless moan in response, nodding. He liked how needy you were for him, how you could barely string a sentence together when he was fucking you.

This wouldn't be enough, you decided. If you didn't spend the rest of the night letting him fuck you in every position, on every surface in his house even, it still wouldn't be enough. You needed him now, to have all the time. The seal had been broken and every sick, twisted bottled up desire you'd had needed to be satiated. You hoped that he felt the same, though if he didn't, you at least had this.

"Come on, let me feel you."

It was the dirty talk, again, that got you, his honeyed words pooling into the pit of your stomach before you came for the second time that night. You could almost hear the relief in Kendall's voice when he praised you again, fucking you through it, relentless. The rut of his hips became vicious, maybe even painful if it weren't for your post orgasmic high. In fact, you weren't even aware of the fact you were begging him to come inside you until he did, triggered by your own release as he twitched and throbbed and filled you up.

Kendall's teeth nipped at the already-sensitive spot on your neck, you bared the brunt of his weight, your fingers dancing across the skin at the nape of his neck, soothing him in the aftermath. After a moment, he moved out of you, his lips grazing your forehead.

Lying next to you briefly, letting his breathing return to normal, he soon retreated from the room without a word. You curled up in a ball, feeling suddenly lonely, the real consequences of your actions clear in the wake of the rush of hormones and adrenaline. The spot on your shoulder was aching now. There was no coming back from this.

Just as you were regretting every word and action from the entire night, a voice cut through your thoughts.

"Here," you hadn't heard Kendall reenter the room, and you blinked your eyes open just as he was pressing a cold glass of water into your hands. You drank from it graciously, scooting over slightly to allow him to sit on the edge of the bed. He ran a damp, warm cloth in between your legs, then tugged back the duvet, inviting you both to slide under the covers. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back against him, his energy protective, reverent.

"You okay?" he murmured into your ear. "Was I too rough?"

"No," you chuckled, rolling over to face him, and his brows drew together as he ran his thumb over the welt forming on your shoulder.

"Don't worry," you shrugged him off. "I liked it."

He nodded, and you splayed your hand across his bare chest, letting your eyes flutter closed as your head all but melted into the expensive down pillows on his bed.

"Will you stay?" his voice cut through the silence again, you focused back on him, rather than your daydreams. "You don't have to, it might be nice, I just…I really don't want to be alone right now."

"Of course," you assured him, and he smiled, pulled you close so he could kiss you again, deeply. This was lazy, more explorative, and lacked the desperation from before. But it was nice, gentle, and you appreciated his tenderness after everything that had gone down. "As long as you'll have me," you mumbled against his mouth.

"You'll be here awhile, then," he answered, you could taste the smile on his lips.

This was a bandaid. You knew you weren't the cure, that you couldn't help him really, couldn't erase all his problems. But for now, it was enough.

Part III

[wonwooridul]

i have seen alot of people manually write their url/ watermark or place their logo (essentially, a photo) in each gif or photo they make/edit, which is obviously a waste of time and effort. "Actions" is a life and time saving photoshop function for watermarks.

When you make an action for the watermark, the action will place your text / photo exactly where you positioned it while making the action with the font, blend, size and position you chose.

So, here is a small but helpful tutorial of how to put your logo/text watermark in photoshop using actions on photos or gifs by your friendly neighborhood CC!

i use photoshop 2021 for making my stuff. You can download photoshop and other gifs/grfx related resources from this page. (studiocarat, a grfx network for carats)

This was originally going to a part of my other "photoshop tips n tricks" tutorials but i noticed that this is a sorta big one and imp one and thus needs a tutorial of its own.

ABOUT "ACTIONS"

You can record most—but not all—commands in an action.

You can record operations that you perform with the Marquee, Move, Polygon, Lasso, Magic Wand, Crop, Slice, Magic Eraser, Gradient, Paint Bucket, Type, Shape, Notes, Eyedropper, and Color Sampler tools—as well as those that you perform in the History, Swatches, Color, Paths, Channels, Layers, Styles, and Actions panels.

Results depend on file and program setting variables, such as the active layer and the foreground color. For example, a 3‑pixel Gaussian blur won’t create the same effect on a 72‑ppi file as on a 144‑ppi file. Nor will Color Balance work on a grayscale file.

When you record actions that include specifying settings in dialog boxes and panels, the action will reflect the settings in effect at the time of the recording. If you change a setting in a dialog box or panel while recording an action, the changed value is recorded.

Go to Window > Actions. You will see a small play botton in your toolbar on the right side, that’s your actions. Click on it and it’ll open your box with some photoshop actions.

LOGO IN GIFS

Step 0: open photoshop, load your gifs, convert them into a smart object, do you colouring ! Make sure your gif is in timeline video mode !

Since, your doing a logo, you have to have a logo already made and saved in a png format in your laptop. So when you play your action, PS will automatically place you logo png from the destination it was saved in. Your logo can be in a 100 x 100 px transparent background.

for example, my logo looks like this:

Step 1: Click on the folder icon to create a new "Action Set". Name your set. for example, 'watermark'.

Step 2: Click on the '+' icon beside the Action set icon. It will create a new action. You can select which Action Set you want it to be a part of; in this case, "watermark" action set. Rename your new action as your preference.

The second you hit the record button in the dialog box, everything you do will be recorded as steps/action so don't do unnecessary steps or else you'll have to redo your whole action.

Step 3 : The small button in (3) will turn red (🔴) indicating the recording has begun.

Step 4 : Assuming you already have your logo made and saved, click on File > Place / Place embedded. It will open your file manager, select your logo and press enter. It will place your logo on your gif as a separate layer. If it is made on a small PNG (eg. 100 x 100 px), you wont need to resize the photo, but if necessary please resize the logo to your preference.

Step 5: Right click your layer and rasterize it clicking "rasterize layer". Place your timeline cursor thingy at the starting of the timeline.

Step 6: Select your whole document by the shortcut CTRL/CMND + A or Select > All.

Step 7: Now, select your logo layer by clicking it. Go to Layer > Align layer to selection. Select Align Bottom. You'll see your logo move to the bottom. Go to Layer > Align layer to selection again and click on Alight left or Align Right according to your preference.

i don't like my logo sticking to the edges, so i selected the logo, pressed CNTRL/CMND + T and used arrow keys and pressed right & up arrow keys 5-8 times so that logo doesn't stick to the edge.

Step 8: Now, in most cases, the logo layer will be longer than the gif layer in timeline. Like this:

Now, You can place your Timeline cursor thingy somewhere in the middle of the logo layer from the starting by dragging it and press cut ( the scissors icon) on timeline. This will split your layer in two. layer “logo” and “logo copy”.

Step 9: Delete the second half of the cut (logo copy) by selecting it and pressed 'delete' key on your keyboard.

Step 10: Press the square logo (■) on your action box to stop recording. Voila! you're done recording your action !

Step 11: you might notice that you can't see you logo, just adjust the logo layer so that it matches the gif layer! The only thing you'll need to adjust in each gif is the size of layer by matching it to the gif layer.

Don’t make the adjust layer size in timeline as a part of your action because it is different with every gif.

You can adjust your blending mode according to your preference but recommended are overlay & soft-light.

TEXT IN GIFS

STEP 1, 2 AND 3 ARE THE SAME

STEP 4: click on your text tool and type out your watermark name (url, name, whatever) in your preferred font and size. ( recommended size: 10). Press enter.

STEP 5: You don't require to rasterize your layer cause you may want to edit the text later.

STEPS 6 THROUGH 11 ARE SAME.

LOGO IN PHOTOS

FOLLOW STEPS 1 THROUGH 7 to get your action for logo in photos.

Action you just made for gifs won't work with photos because it has the command like "set time of time line", "Split video layer", " Select file 'LOGO copy'" and "Delete Layer" and these won’t work on a photo.

Since there is no timeline in photos, you don't require steps 8, 9 and 10.

TEXT IN PHOTOS

STEPS 1, 2 AND 3 ARE SAME

STEP 4: click on your text tool and type out your watermark name (url, name, whatever) in your preferred font and size. ( recommended size: 10). Press enter.

STEP 5: You don't require to rasterize your layer cause you may want to edit the text later.

FOLLOW STEPS 6 & 7 AND PRESS STOP RECORDING ■.

You can choose your preferred blending mode.

You will see all your action recorded and saved. PS has an auto syncing function so once you have made your action, you don't have to make it again. When required, just select the Action you want and press play ▶

My actions look like this for logos & text (url) in gif:

End result:

i tried my best to explain. if you have any problem or doubt in a step, please feel free to approach me!

Thankyou for coming to my little tutorial. The End ♡