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kitimeq · 3 months ago

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✿‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ say yes to heaven 🤍 sylus 秦 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ✿

pairing ✿‧₊˚: lads sylus x reader

summary ✿‧₊˚: 3+1: three times Sylus suppresses his desire to have you, and one time his control finally snaps. sprinkled with relationship fluff, size difference, love confessions and whole lot of overthinking from our fav crow boy.

word count ✿‧₊˚: 13.6k (a whole ass freaking novella, grab a snack.)

tropes ✿‧₊˚: 18+, 3+1, smut, but packed with feelings, fluff, est. relationship, body worship, plot with porn??, love confessions, sylus is obsessed, and so in love, first times implied, p in v, size difference, (by size difference i mean sylus is freaking huge, like a mountain of a man, so big it actually makes him nervous bc u so small, every single one of us would be a small dot next to him that’s my personal headcanon, have you seen his ib memory? yeah, yeah u have this man HUGE), anyways what is protection they don’t use it don’t be like them, needy sylus, pet names, everything is consensual, awooo.

author’s note ✿‧₊˚: hello! i was cooking this one for so much time, i hope it’s not too boring! I’m not a native speaker so i apologize in advance for all mistakes or repetitions. I was also trying to write inclusive y/n and i hope i succeeded. I also did not imagine y/n to have a specific body type — i truly believe that no matter your size, next to sylus you would look like a crumb. as small as a pebble. believe me, i’ve studied the sacred texts (night of secrecy, grassland romance, innocent birdcage do i really have to keep on listing the memories where he enormous u get the gist). so!! i hope you’ll enjoy it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

!!do NOT read if you’re not 18+!!

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Sylus usually considered himself to be a patient man.

He occasionally did act on his desires—he could admit that much—but when it came to the things he truly cared about, the things he treasured, he didn’t mind the wait. He knew that the best things in life came at a price, and if the currency was time, in this case he was willing to pay in full. He knew it was worth it. That you were worth it.

You, who accepted him as he was, with all his flaws and imperfections, making his life better every day you were together. You, who were so brave, gentle, and kind that you made him want to become a better man too—just so that one day, he could say he truly deserved you. You, who he had completely fallen for, unable to imagine a world in which he wouldn’t make the same choice of courting you all over again.

That’s why he wanted nothing more than to treasure and respect you in every aspect of life—including intimacy and his own desires. And to be perfectly candid, he had plenty of those from the very moment he laid eyes on you. But he wanted to act like a gentleman, never rushing you into anything. He was patient, waiting for you to make the first move. He wanted to be sure you trusted him, that you weren’t afraid of him—or of the things he wanted to do to you if he ever got the chance.

And even after several months of officially dating you, he still stuck to his resolve, despite the unhealthy hunger growing inside him. He was adamant that you make the first move, even though the waiting was slowly killing him from the inside—his desires burning through his skin, desperate to see the light of your glossy eyes, to feel you squirming beneath him, and to hear your soft moans and whimpers, letting him know that you wanted him too.

He wanted you passionately. He didn’t desire anyone or anything else in his life. He had never thought of anyone else in such terms, which made the wait much more bearable, fun even. The occasional tension in the air only made things between you even more intriguing. Sylus wondered when the moment would come for you to finally let him explore you, taste you, just as he had wanted since the first time he held you in his arms.

He was a patient man. An inquisitive one, but patient nonetheless.

But it was just getting too much for him to handle lately.

He wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Were you trying to make him go feral with want, push him into some action? Maybe you were just too shy to ask for something more, and decided to coax him to take you right then and there? Was it an act? A part of your meticulous, sneaky plan?

He felt his sanity slowly dissipating.

“Sylus? Please, hurry up and help me, we have to go!” You turned your head to look at him, your lips puckered in an adorable pout, and your feet anxiously shifting from one to the other, the sound of your beautiful black heels clicking against the floor of your apartment. The red soles didn’t go unnoticed by him.

And what didn’t go unnoticed as well was how breathtakingly gorgeous you looked, dressed in your tight black gown that accentuated the figure he was obsessed with.

However, he was a strong man. He could look at you in a dress and not get an instant boner; he wasn’t some mere beast. But when you asked for his help, he realized that life hadn’t prepared him for everything you had up your sleeve.

Because right now, you stood before him, your back turned toward him, holding your hair in your hands and exposing a zipper that you wanted him to take care of. A zipper that ran from your neck down, down, down to your red lace panties, which peeked out from beneath the unzipped black material.

He turned his head upward at the sight, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose, a silent prayer escaping his lips. If God existed, He was not merciful this time.

He could also clearly see that you weren’t wearing a bra, the soft skin of your back exposed, slightly hidden under the material of the dress. Hadn’t he suffered enough?

He wanted to bark. Badly.

Oh fuck, was he really going to bark?

He hoped not.

“Sy?” The nickname almost made his legs buckle. He needed a moment to calm himself after just one look at you, and it seemed to take him much longer than what would be considered natural. The impatience in your voice betrayed your desire not to be late for the opera performance, which he had promised to take you to today. He gulped audibly and realized that you had no idea what you were doing to him—and that scared him.

If you were this dangerous unintentionally, how will he survive when you’ll finally, consciously decide to take things further?

“Yes. Yes, of course, sweetie.” He managed to choke out and stepped closer to you, your delectable scent overwhelming his senses. He tried to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he reached for the zipper at the bottom of your dress. When he zipped you up, he took his sweet time caressing your body with his knuckles, basking in the soft feeling of your skin and the dangerous touch of the lace of your panties. He hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat—or see the pink in his cheeks. He couldn’t remember the last time he had blushed, but now he was sure of it, judging by the warmth on his face.

He was hopeless. Utterly ruined.

“There you go.” He said quietly, caressing your beautiful hair with his fingers, smoothing the creases which appeared after your hold. He brushed it from your neck and planted a slow kiss there, his movements far too composed for someone who was boiling with desire inside.

“Thank you. I couldn’t reach it at all and we’re already short on time.” You put your hand on his head, patting it gently and sighing when he touched your waist. He couldn’t help but squeeze you there, feeling the warmth of your skin through the soft material of your dress. You understood this gesture as teasing and giggled adorably.

“You look magnificent, my dove.” The compliment slipped through his lips, earning him your sweet smile and a kiss on a cheek. He watched as you passed him to grab your purse, going straight to the front door, leaving him behind. Trusting he’ll follow your step, as he always did.

Sylus closed his eyes and touched the very spot on his cheek where your lips had grazed, releasing a sigh that could be interpreted as both contentment and a silent prayer for endurance.

“You coming, Sy?” He could hear you calling for him, and he opened his eyes. His left one shone brightly at him from his reflection on the window. His Evol proved useless when his body already made it abundantly clear what—or whom—he desired the most.

“I fucking wish.” He whispered under his breath, turned around, and walked up to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he reveled in the weight of your body pressing against him. His ears were graced by your little squeal, that quickly transformed into uncontrollable laughter, a sound he wanted to record and play every time you were away.

You slapped his back playfully and joked about wanting to use your legs once in a while, and he laughed, saying that he just wanted to make sure that he had all he needed with him. Then, he grabbed his coat with his Evol, and used it to slam the door after you both went out. He hoped that the lust he felt, which started to get out of his control, managed to stay behind them.

He waited for so long; how hard could it be to wait for another couple of months?

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Hard.

Tremendously hard, both theoretically and physically, given the reaction of his body upon the contact.

He shifted slightly so that you wouldn’t feel his growing bulge against your core, his hands hovered over your thighs, his cheeks flaming hot. He was about to fucking pass out.

But you were none the wiser, sitting on his body, strangling him with your soft, mouth-watering thighs, practically rubbing yourself against him, and performing your little dance of victory after pushing him to the ground during your sparring.

Normally, he would have laughed with you and treasured your moment of happiness, his senses overwhelmed by pride as he watched you get better and better at self-defense with every practice.

But that was just cruel.

Not only did you show up in that little piece of fabric covering your breasts, something you dared to call a sports bra, its thin straps reminiscent of a fish net, offering NO support whatsoever for your charms, but you also dared to wear that pair of leggings you claimed you had bought with your friend during your last trip to the mall.

And they were leaving nothing for his imagination, your every curve hugged tightly, every dip deliciously emphasized. And fuck, you looked gorgeous in wine red. You knew you did.

“I got it in your color! Do you like it?” You asked upon entering his gym, twirling for him like the most adorable fucking thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, your arms up and your hair still untied. He did saw red, and it wasn’t just the color of your clothing.

His color. His girl in his color, he was going absolutely feral.

“I do.” He choked out, and tried to avert his eyes from your posture but lost that battle quickly. “You look stunning. My little gem.” He answered and you dared to look at him sheepishly, your face showing the signs of getting flustered.

“I’m not just a gem anymore. I’m a professional fighter.” You playfully punched his shoulder, jumping around and mimicking boxing moves, making him laugh out loud as he grabbed your fists in his hands. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“Is that an apology in advance?” You asked him when his lips left your skin. He smirked, his brow raising.

“Might be. Today we’ll be practicing attacks and knocking down your opponent.”

“Me? Knocking you down?” You looked at him with disbelief, your hands dropping to your sides, already defeated. “I’m doomed. Sylus, can’t I knock down Luke or Kieran instead?” Your cute pout and hands clasped in a begging gesture made him laugh again, as he fixed the bandages on your hands.

“And you think they would be easier to conquer?”

“Yes. Obviously, yes.”

“But they wouldn’t make sure you’re not going to hurt yourself, kitten, and I already know your patterns…” He leaned over you, his hot breath caressing your ear, making you shiver. His hands avoided touching your body. “And weak spots…” A whisper and a gentle bite on your earlobe were enough to send your adrenaline soaring.

“You—!” You jumped from him, like a little kitten, your face flustered and gaze filled with playful threat. “You’re going down mister. You’re SO going dooown.”

And down he went.

Right under your soft body, squashed between your warm tights, looking up at your beautiful lips twisted in an adorable, cunning smirk.

Oh, the way he loved you. The way he wanted to have you. The intensity of that feeling started to suffocate him.

“Okay, you got me, sweetie.” He choked out and tried his best to sound as nonchalant as possible. But nothing about this situation was nonchalant—your soft tights squeezing his waist and your butt pressing on his weak spot almost made him see stars. He grabbed your waist to try to stop your body from moving and gritted his teeth, fighting with himself to not buckle his hips up. “Now, up. I admit defeat.”

Defeat that had to do with the improvement of your skills and the force of your little fists, yes, but also with the way Sylus was distracted by your body, his eyes wandering everywhere during the battle, but not the places he should actually pay attention to.

Apparently, he was a weak, weak man, when the situation concerned you. Weak and impossibly horny.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I want to.” You answered, a mischievous glint adored your gaze. He drank that expression in.

Beautiful. You were absolutely beautiful, sitting on him, your body sparkling with sweat, face red from the exhaustion. How could he keep his mind from going places? “I think I like you like this.” His eyebrows went up, and cheeks felt a little bit too warm for his liking.

What were you trying to say?

“Yes? Like what, kitten?” His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He knew that you could feel it, one of your hands rested on top of it, stroking his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin through his shirt. He shivered, his body covered in goosebumps, finding the gentle touch too intense, somehow.

“Towering over you.” His breath hitched; his heart almost stopped its beating. “It’s much easier to look at your face when I’m like this. It’s nice.” His heart squeezed instead, your confession turning out to be more touching than teasing, and he cursed himself internally for belittling your interactions and intimacy lately. His mind immediately assumed sexual undertones, where everything you were doing with him, at your own, unique pace should be more than enough for him.

“You like looking at me that much, huh?” He answered, his hand going up to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. He smiled with content, and he put his hand at the nape of your neck, hoping you’ll understand the implications.

You did. Not a second later you lowered your body so that you were lying on top of him, one of his hands holding you to himself by your waist, pressing you even closer together. He acknowledged how much he loved your full weight on his body, your hearts pressed so close to each other they started beating as one.

You put your hands on his cheeks, smiled down at him, and pressed a small kiss to one of his eyelids, and then to the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.

“Of course. You’re my beautiful boy, Sylus.” You whispered to him, a smile adoring your face and he couldn’t help himself. He pulled you close by your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, almost whimpering into your mouth from the intensity of his feelings.

You reciprocated the kiss, not hesitating even for a second, and soon, both of your lips were swollen and glistening, your minds filled with sparkles and cotton.

You were the one to break the kiss, your mind going dizzy, body trembling from the arousal. He could feel it without using his Evol—the desire that raised within you, the fire that now flowed through your veins. His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

One moment and you’ll go pliant against him, melting into his embrace.

One second, and he’ll finally taste heaven, be as close to you as anyone ever has been.

“Y/N, will it be alright if I—” He started speaking, your eyes looking at him from above as you held onto his cheek and neck, caressing his skin with your thumbs, making him feel oh, so cherished. Yet, he didn’t manage to finish the request because a sudden crash from the door opening pierced through the silent room, popping your comfortable bubble in an instant.

You jumped out of his embrace, leaving him cold and yearning, his hands sliding over his face in frustration.

“Boss—”

“Luke, Kieran it better be fucking important.” Sylus hissed through his teeth, and the fact that he didn’t even try to hide his frustration made you huff out a laugh and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. You didn’t want to laugh at him so openly, hiding how adorable his anger towards boys seemed to you at that moment.

His eyes caught yours, lured by the bubbly sound, and one of the corners of his mouth went up slightly. He raised his hand to your covered mouth and brought your hand down with his fingers, revealing your smile.

“It is, Boss! The Girm Company chairman called and demanded a meeting in thirty minutes.” Luke said quickly, Kieran peeking out from behind his shoulder. “And he didn’t want to take “no” for an answer.” Kieran added, his body now revealed.

You were not sure if Sylus was even listening, his eyes glued to your face, his fingers tracing the line of your smile absentmindedly. He still didn’t raise from the floor of the ring, his posture relaxed, one arm now resting behind his head.

“That bastard.” He answered under his breath, and closed his eyes in annoyance for a second and when he opened them, they were once again glued to you. “If you don’t want me to leave, just say a word.” He said, and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. The back of his hand started a slow caress of your cheek, and you felt embarrassed, knowing that the boys were still looking at you both, waiting for Sylus’s answer.

“It’s okay, Sy. I actually have some errands to run in Linkon so I better get going.” You answered, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers. His breath hitched, eyes following the movement with a longing deep in his chest. “Besides, I’m tired of beating your ass today. Save some dignity for the next time.” You added with a mischievous look, poking his hard chest with your finger teasingly.

The laugh that came out of his chest was sudden—loud, deep, and so sincere that it warmed your chest, your lips spreading in a proud smile. He grabbed your hand off of his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips. The mirth in his eyes clearly visible, the affection bare and tangible.

“You are so generous, sweetie. Letting your pray off the hook so easily.” He couldn’t stop smiling even when he was raising to his feet, his hand going to massage his left shoulder. He looked at you and offered you his hand, which you immediately accepted. He helped you stand, his eyes tracing your every move, still unable to look away.

Your body entranced him, your presence lit a fire in his veins. The point where your hands touched warm and almost overwhelming. His desire for more once again proven unquenchable.

“Boys, let him know I’ll be there. It seems that I need to remind him who actually is in the position to make demands.” His voice was now authoritative, followed by the boys’ exclamations of “Will do, boss,” along with two salutes send his way.

And they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.

“Don’t be too harsh on the chairman. I don’t want to get in the way of your business.” He saw you turn to him with a worried expression on your face, and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on the spot for much longer than necessary.

“Hmm, I’m afraid that’s impossible.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, looking deep into your eyes. The sadness of you parting ways already blooming inside him. “They cut our time together short, so I’m planning on making them pay for that offense generously.” He smirked and watched you shake your head with disbelief, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I already miss you.” He heard you saying and you surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck, then kissing him almost senseless.

He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, which was starting to border on filthy. His hands grabbed your frame, pressing you closer to him, as his body bent toward you.

When you parted, your breaths were hot and heavy, a string of saliva still keeping your mouths connected. He stared at the filthy sight, his heart pounding in his chest, his boxers starting to become a rather tight fit. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away gently, your fingers trailing downward until they grazed his abdomen. He gulped audibly and remained still, watching you walk further and further away. He didn’t trust himself to move even an inch, afraid he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself anymore.

“Bye, Sylus. I’ll let you know when I get home safely.” You told him, walking away backwards now, your eyes not leaving his. “And we’ll continue what we started next time, okay, Boss?” The last part a whisper from your sweet lips, almost making him drop to his knees right then and there. You waved at him, shyness visible on your cheeks, and then you left him in the middle of the ring, stunned and filled with excruciating desire to finally have you.

Next time.

He groaned, his hands covering his blushing face, his mind already imagining the things he’ll do to you, only if you let him. God, he hoped that you’ll let him.

He did arrive late to the meeting that day, having to compose himself for much longer than you would have expected. He also made sure the chairman regretted keeping him away from you—your softness, your scent, an addictive drug he never wanted to be deprived of. The audacity to take that from him deserved nothing less than the highest of punishments.

He couldn’t help it; he already missed you.

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Sylus could write poems about his beloved, listing all her remarkable qualities and quirks; however, not once would he describe her as elegant and composed.

You usually were a tornado of various emotions, a temple of the things you cherished, your expressions lively and loud, honest and unrestrained.

You were also a bit clumsy—an occasional stumble, a bump to your limb now and then, or a broken glass wasn’t anything that Sylus hadn’t see you do before. He often worried about you and your safety, with new bruises appearing on your body from bumping into things or a piece of glass piercing through your delicate skin. Sometimes, he wished he could protect you from yourself too, but all he could do was press a kiss to every small injury you sustained from your hectic movements.

All bumps aside, he utterly adored that quality of yours. Every time he caught you acting awkwardly his chest seemed to shrink on itself, his heart squeezing, cute aggression overcoming his senses. You were just so adorable in those moments, the sight always reminding him of a little fawn, beautiful but uneasy on its feet. His craving to grab you and hold you in his arms, protecting you from the whole world, was strong; the urge to press a kiss to your forehead, then to kiss you senseless, even stronger. You were his little chaos: wonderful in your unexpectedness, extraordinary in every sense of the word.

Needless to say, he was used to your adorable clumsiness. He loved it.

That was probably why his brain stopped working when you proved to be everything but clumsy while playing the games at the local funfair. Your moves sure and precise, your gaze locked onto the targets, your body positioned exactly how it should be in order to gain the reward you wanted—whether it was a new plushie, a funky gadget or even some snacks.

And he had to say that this new, confident, borderline cocky behavior you were displaying was making him feel some things.

“Wait, let me try this time.” You said the first time he couldn’t score the prize, the claw mocking him relentlessly, wounding his pride.

You got that plushie in one, excellent attempt.

“Let me get that for you, Sy.” You proposed later, seeing him eyeing a figurine of a crow that reminded him of Mephisto. You were able to get not only that, but also a coupon for a food stall that served the best waffles you’ve ever eaten. As for Sylus, the sweetness of the treat paled in comparison to your blinding smile, with whipped cream still staining the corner of your mouth. He swiped it away with his thumb, then licked the digit, sending you a wink in the process.

He took pride in your blush, especially when making each other red that day started to feel like a competition between you two, whether you were aware of it or not.

“You want this one? Say no more, handsome.” Your words almost making him choke, your hands already grabbing the controls, your body bending over the machine, offering him a wonderful view of your ass. The tips of his ears immediately started to feel as if caught on fire. Even though he knew that you were teasing him, the pet name sounding foreign from your lips, he liked the feeling of you taking the initiative.

He also couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering, your body presented to him in a way that felt illegal to watch. He swiped his gaze up from the nape of your neck to your shoulders, taking note of your delicious-looking waist, perky butt, and thighs, which seemed lonely without his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

The cheerful sound of the machine made him snap back into reality, just as you were looking over your shoulder, sending him the sexiest, oh so sexy, proud smirk he ever saw in his life. He smirked right back, even though his legs felt disturbingly like jelly.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this.” He remarked, grabbing the prize from your hands once again, the rest of your treasures already sitting comfortably in the back of his car. You send him a mischievous smile and fixed your hair, your fingers threading through the strands, the smell of your perfume reaching him once again during that night.

He wanted to devour you.

“And what’s wrong with that?” One of your hands grabbed his bicep, holding on to him as you started your lazy stroll in search of yet another entertainment. “You always get me things. And since I know now that you suck at these games, I have a perfect opportunity to return the favor.” He laughed at that, his hand moving to flick your forehead.

“I don’t suck at these games, all of them are tempered with, sweetie. I actually find it astonishing that you are so good at them.” His reply kind of soothing his wounded pride, his mind once again remembering your movements from before. The way you moved with confidence and grace, the little smirks and winks you send his way. His blood started to boil several stalls ago, and it hasn’t calmed since. “Makes one wonder about the extent of your abilities.”

The new, cocky, and self-confident side of you aroused him almost to the point of him grabbing you by the waist and taking you to his car, taking advantage of his tined widows.

“It all comes down to having a good strategy, as someone once taught me.” You said, repeating the words Sylus is always saying to you during your training, a mirth lacing your tone. How he adored you.

“Wise counseling you have here, kitten. You must have a fantastic teacher, if his lessons are proving to be useful anywhere you go.” The smile not leaving your face making him never want to look away.

“Oh, yes, he is. And an eye-candy too.” You touched his nose with the tip of your finger teasingly while he laughed. He stopped walking and turned to you fully, his arms closing around your waist, bringing you to him, close enough for your bodies to touch. The height difference always made him dizzy, with your head fully tilted upward in order to catch his gaze.

“Mm. Maybe that’s a quality he learned from you.” His tone quiet, one of his hands going to touch your cheek, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You appeared stunned. “I cannot think of someone sweeter than you. If he’s a candy, you’re one delectable dessert.” He whispered, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips, their reddish tone reminding him of a little cherry. He was fighting with himself not to put his hands on your ass, and squeeze the flesh that you kept pushing his way from the very beginning of your date, or not to place a kiss on your smart little mouth, which kept sending him these playful smirks all day long. He knew that if he started here, he would not be able to stop. No one would be capable of separating him from you, public place be damned.

His desire boiling inside him, threatening to melt his vessels and pour from his body, enveloping you in a tight, pleasurable embrace. He felt feverish, your body pressed to his giving him all the warmth he ever needed, molding his thoughts to fit only your frame.

You were perfect in his eyes. Your body, the perfect shape for him to hold, your face the only one he wanted to remember. And the way he felt when he was with you—so immensely happy, so carefree, so right—was a feeling he had never even dreamed about having. Your banter, little jokes and witty comments made him so at ease he never wanted to stop talking to you, afraid of depriving himself of even a second of the comfort you brought him: the knowledge that he could speak his mind freely, for you understood him beyond the limitations of language. By your side, he could be himself, the thoughts in his head quiet, giving way to expressing himself in any way he wanted. His little taste of heaven: the time you spent together.

He loved you. So intensely it used to scare him, but now he was offering himself willingly, no longer afraid of rejection. Even though you both still didn’t acknowledge it out loud, the feeling lingered in the air between you — a delectable sweetness, a comforting fragrance.

He wanted you. Body and soul. Soul and body. He liked to think he already had your soul in grasp, your actions and openness served as a perfect proof of that, yet your body was still his to claim. And the fact that there was still a part of you he didn’t manage to possess, to thoroughly acknowledge, frustrated him inconceivably.

Especially because you had that strong of an effect on him. Everything you did capable of driving him perfectly insane. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your little finger, without being aware how completely obsessed he was with you.

“Is that so?” His gaze went from your hypnotizing eyes back to your lips, drinking in every single whisper. You stood on your tiptoes, the sight making his hands squeeze your waist tighter, his breath quickening, mind trying to process closer distance. “If he keeps sweet-talking me like this, then I guess he will finally get to taste it.” You grabbed his chin and tilted it down, pressing a soft, drawn-out kiss to his lips. His eyes closed immediately, desperate to heighten his senses. He wanted this kiss to last, both in the moment and later in his memory.

And just as he was about to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you closer, hiding your body from everyone else just to steal a few more kisses, you stepped back, the quiet sound of a smooch echoing between you. He bit his lip, almost drawing blood, restraining himself from chasing after your lips.

“C’mon now. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve that I need to show you.” You gripped his hand tighter and started to walk toward one of the booths. You sent him a smile over your shoulder, making his efforts to calm his racing heart futile. “And then maybe we can grab some cotton candy? All this talk about sweets made me crave some.”

“Anything for you, sweetie.” He answered absentmindedly, your taste still lingering on his lips. How were you always able to move on from the kisses so quickly? It would be the only thing he could think about in the next minutes.

“And what do you want?”

“Hmm?” The question shocked him, his eyebrows going up, his eyes intently observing your face.

“Do you have something you’d like to do while we’re here? I keep dragging you stall to stall ever since we came here.” You said while turning to fully face him, grabbing both of his hands. “I want you to have fun too.”

“I always have fun when I’m with you.” His response honest, his thumb caressing your knuckles. “You make life so interesting. And today you already managed to surprise me, so I would say that was more than enough entertainment for me in a day.” You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile on your lips, and looked at him with patience.

“But the day’s not over yet. Isn’t there anything you’d like to do? Look around.”

He lifted his head from your frame and began taking in the booths and various food stalls that had previously escaped his attention. He hummed, and he could feel you shifting on your feet, unable to contain your excitement.

That’s when he caught something interesting out of the corner of his eye—a couple emerging from a small booth, huge smiles plastered on their faces as they held small pieces of paper. A spark of excitement ignited inside him upon realizing what it was.

“There. I want to have a memento.” He said, his finger pointing to that innocent-looking booth. Almost impossible to spot in the abundance of lights and sounds coming from other attractions.

“Okay! I think I already won you a mountain of mementos but if—Ah!” Your eyes lit up when you realized what he was pointing to, your lips spreading in a cheerful smile. “A photo booth! Sylus, that’s wonderful!”

It wasn’t long before you were both inside the booth, the space cramped, almost too small for him to fit. He sat on the small stool, taking up nearly all the space, leaving you no choice but to sit on one of his legs. Your arms wrapped around his neck for stability, yet there wasn’t a hint of discomfort on your face.

He loved how natural it was for you to be this close to him, the proximity no longer making you nervous. He still remembered how you were at the beginning of your acquaintance, when even an eye contact was enough to make you shy away. Now, touching him was as easy as breathing, your body relaxed and pliant under his wandering hands.

While you were clicking playfully on the screen, setting up the machine, he took his time observing you—mainly how your body looked next to his, which made him short-circuit, reminding him why he was still waiting for you to make the first move in initiating sexual intimacy. The reason he didn’t want to rush things, nervousness buried deep inside his chest.

You were sitting on his leg, your whole body weighting next to nothing, his one limb nearly twice as big as both of yours. Your soft flesh pressed to him didn’t even take up half of the place available on his leg, and when he put one of his hands on your back, the huge patch of your skin he was able to cover made him gulp audibly.

You were so tiny, next to him.

He was a huge man, and he knew that. Not just his height, but his overall build made even other men look small in comparison. While he usually considered it one of his greatest assets, a fantastic tool for intimidation, in this particular case, it planted a seed of worry in him.

It took some time for you not to shy away from his touch, not to flinch every time he leaned to you, his body covering whole line of your vision. And it took him even more time to learn how he should touch you and hold you, not to put too much force behind his caresses, not to make you bruise. And although the gentleness run in his bloodstream by now, he was still worried about the actual sex.

What if he scares you? His body completely covered your delicious curves without issue.

What if he overwhelms you? His stamina and eagerness matched his overall size.

What if he hurts you? The thought of your body unable to accommodate to his size made his blood run cold.

He looked at your body again, and he had to hold in a sigh. He loved your curves, the unbelievable softness of your skin, how warm you were. He felt his hunger increasing every day, every minute, every second he spent in your presence.

Yet he had to wait patiently, not wanting to scare you. He also knew that you were starting to get bolder with him day by day. He liked to think that it was just a matter of time until you will initiate something more, cover him with your soft embrace, let him melt in your warmth.

Because at the end of the day, his observations of your size difference not only filled his mind with fear, but also made his body tingle in all the right places. The arousal he felt knowing that he could manhandle you without any issue, cover your whole body entirely with his, shield you from the world and its coldness—all consuming. The only thing he could think about.

You were tiny in his embrace.

But he could make it work. He will make it work so good.

How could he hurt you when he was so certain that you were made to be his? Two halves of a perfect soul.

His hand slid down to hug your waist and he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. It made you giggle, you thought that it was his way of showing impatience. And it was, in a way. Just not the kind of impatience you assumed it was.

“All set! I had some fun with the stickers, do you want to choose your own?” He looked at the screen and opened his mouth to deny, but one sticker did actually catch his attention. He clicked on the small dove and placed it in the bottom of the template, next to the various hearts you already decorated it with.

“That’s you. The resemblance is almost striking.” He said making you laugh and you picked a sticker of some kind of a black bird.

“And that’s you. They unfortunately don’t have a crow one so this little fella has to work.” You placed the sticker close to the dove one, satisfied with your work.

“I get the vision. When I’m squinting my eyes, I guess.”

You had four pictures taken, all accompanied by laughter and endless teasing. One where you kissed his cheek, one hand holding his jaw, his eyes closed and features relaxed. One where he pretended to bite your neck, your face caught in laughter. One where he rolled his eyes, reacting to your lame joke of getting rabies from his bite, as you placed your pointed fingers above his head, adoring him with imaginary horns, your mouth open in fake shock. And the last one, where you grabbed his face and kissed him, his gentle smile pressed against your mouth, a picture of joy that couldn’t be restrained.

“I might have gone kind of overboard with the stickers.” You said when you got your two copies of the pictures, four perfect rectangles inside a scarlet border, adorned with hearts, flowers and stars. Two adorable birds were at the very bottom of it, just below the date. Sylus looked at the pictures, and his heart seemed to grow bigger, the wave of emotions making him unable to utter even a simple word. “But I think they’re cute regardless! It’s so nice to finally have a picture of us printed out. I’m definitely going to frame mine.” You said and took out your phone to take a picture of it.

His thumb gently caressed the piece of paper, words still stuck in his throat.

It was the very first picture of you two together, and when he looked at it, he couldn’t help but get emotional, knowing that he never expected to have someone like you in his life. Someone to cherish, to protect, to hold. Someone who reciprocated his feelings, someone who will never leave him, even if doomsday falls upon Linkon, even if the world crumbles.

“Are you okay, Sy? You’ve gone nonverbal again.” He felt your hand on his wrist, offering him a gentle squeeze. He finally looked at you, going out of the trace he was in, and saw your beautiful face laced with concern. He felt your hand going up and down his arm, caressing him in order to bring comfort.

“Did I?” He managed to choke out and hugged you to his chest, craving the closeness, not wanting you to see his slightly glistening eyes. He feared that the darkness of the night would not be enough to cover them, the lights from the fun fair only exaggerating his sudden surge of emotions. “They’re perfect. Thank you.” You hugged his torso tightly, your arms going up and down his back. You knew him well enough to realize he got emotional, but you were smart enough to let him savor his feelings in peace. If he was not comfortable showing you his tears, you had to understand it—the knowledge of how much it meant to him already warming your heart.

“Anything for you, Sylus.” You repeated the same thing he said to you earlier, and he picked you up, still hugging you to himself, his face finding coverage in the crook of your neck.

“Sly little thing.” He whispered and pressed a kiss there, drinking in the sound of your laugh and melting under the touch of your fingers, which stroked his hair affectionately.

Oh, how he couldn’t wait to finally be yours completely.

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Mesmerizing.

You, dancing in his room at two p.m to the new vinyl he bought, your hair down, arms up. Your eyes were closed and there was a small, relaxed smile playing on your lips, that seemed to grow bigger with each sway of your hips. You decided to wear the nightgown he got you some time ago, white lace caressing your body with a gentle flow of the shiny fabric.

He couldn’t breathe. All air sucked out of his lungs the moment he turned around and saw you swaying to the music he picked out. A surge of want so intense came over him that he was afraid to move even an inch—his body on fire, his mind filled with the visions of you, thoughts of you, and what you could be reduced to, enriched with under the touch of his hands.

If only he wasn’t a coward.

“Will you join me?” you said over your shoulder, opening your eyes slightly, and you must’ve seen something unusual in his eyes, because your movements slowed down and a furrow appeared between your brows. He wanted to kiss it off instantly. “Sy?”

You were so precious and delicate, a perfect opposite of his harsh exterior and even more barbaric interior. He waited so long, restrained himself for so much time, waiting for you to move first—now, standing before you, the thought that you wanted him this way too pierced a hole in his heart and filled it with fear.

“Forgive me. I cannot.” he answered, his voice coming out with a slight growl, that he couldn’t contain anymore. He inhaled deeply and gritted his teeth, hoping that he was at least successful in not making his eye glow, his Evol suddenly unstable. He didn’t want to know your desires, not when they were visible so clearly on your face now—openness and anticipation, ever since you went back from your date.

He hoped that shower would be able to calm you down, even though the warm and steady stream of the water didn’t manage to help him this time around.

He was losing his composure and he was losing it fast. Weeks of this insatiable hunger, unrelenting need and dripping tension did that to him. He knew he was fighting a losing battle ever since he laid his eyes on you today, looking so cozy in your oversized sweater, filling the air around him with your intoxicating scent.

He was ready to devour you months ago, the buildup straining his muscles now, making him restless. He was a goner—one wrong move and his previous patience and willingness for you to take the lead reducing to vapor.

“Why? We always dance together to your vinyls, especially the new ones.” Your movements faltered to a stop, your magnificent face turned to him, with an expression so honest it made his heart clench painfully.

He thought of all the times you danced under the moonlight, soft notes of his favorite music floating through the air, your bodies moving to the rhythm, sometimes gracefully, some other times not so much. The feelings overwhelmed him even more drastically, his eyes closing for a moment.

It was enough time for you to close the distance, and soon he felt your cold hand pressing against his cheek, swiping the flesh with your thumb. He squeezed his eyelids shut tighter, the touch making his soul burn. You took his head in both of your hands, lowering it to face you.

“Sylus, talk to me.” you said, tone worried. He could feel you standing on your tiptoes, wanting to bring your face closer to his. His body almost shaking with the need to hold you. “You’re acting very unusual today. Is something wrong?” He exhaled the air he didn��t know he was holding and opened his eyes. Your face was so close that he could see the shadow your eyelashes cast on your cheeks. He could feel your breath, warm and inviting.

“I can’t touch you now,” he managed to utter, his hands at his sides, struck in cruel stillness. He locked his eyes with yours, filled with worry and a comforting gentleness. You were always so gentle with him; it made him go insane. “Because if I do, I won’t be able to hold back anymore.”

He saw the realization in the shift of your features as you fully grasped the meaning of his words. To his surprise, you took one of his hands in yours, and placed it on your cleavage, right over your beating heart, the rhythm beneath his palm fast but steady.

“Then don’t. Why would you even want to hold back with me?” You answered, slightly breathless, a pleasurable tingling already setting deeply in your abdomen. You looked at his face, the redness of his cheeks nearly matching the color of his eyes, the look he gave you so desperate it turned your legs to cotton.

The sudden burst of happiness in your chest almost made you tremble, you had waited so long for him to finally claim you as his, and it seemed he had finally reached his limit.

“I don’t—” He stumbled upon his words; a reaction so different from his usual self-confident demeanor it made you crave to uncover more versions of him. All versions of him, every single one he was willing to show you. “I can’t help but fear that I will hurt you. You are so soft, so breakable, it makes me nervous. Aren’t you scared of me? Of—Of what I could do, to you?” The confession slipping out of him, and he grabbed your wrist in one hand, the other coming to rest on your back. He slowly brought you to him, pressing your bodies together. He heard your breath falter, and drank that sound in. Then don’t — you had no idea what a hurricane you managed to stir inside him with just two simple words.

“Sy. My sweet, caring gentleman.” He heard your answer, and felt your fingers caressing his under eyes gently, your eyes never leaving his. One of your fingers touched the wrinkle between his brows, smoothing the furrowed surface. “You could never hurt me, even if you wanted to. You’re so fixated on the knowledge what you can do, that you’re forgetting that you’ve never even touched me hard enough to leave a bruise. No matter how much I wanted you to, sometimes.”

“You—”

“I’m not scared of you, Sylus. I could never, and I will never be scared of you. You’re the one with whom I feel the safest.” His hands started trembling, his patience thinning with every beautiful word from your lips. You were telling him things he didn’t even know how desperately he wanted to hear. “And I want you. I want to finally feel you, all your roughness and sharp edges. I want all of it.” The sound of your breathing mingled with the soft tunes of the vinyl. The air thick with want.

Any second now, he could feel it in the shiver down his spine.

“And I want it now.”

Snap.

His resolve shattered as he pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a kiss so deep and desperate it left your legs trembling. He kissed you with raw intensity, his tongue exploring your mouth, drinking in every sound you made as his hands roamed your body, claiming every inch he could reach.

You felt him everywhere. Your thighs, hips, waist, your neck, hair and breasts—he seemed to touch everything he was depriving himself of before. His hands huge, and although slightly rushed and trembling, still surprisingly gentle.

He lifted you up, your legs straining his waist and he laid you down on his bed, not breaking the kiss for even a second, your breath his breath, your lips water to quench his thirst.

His head was spinning, and when he finally opened his eyes the sight before him alone made him lose his mind.

You were sprawled under him, your hair a wild mess, your lips swollen from the abundance of his kisses. Your eyes glistened, the look in them so full of trust and love, love so visible it nearly broke him in half.

“You’re exquisite. Irresistible. Ethereal.” The praises slipped out of his tongue before he could stop them. The last bit of control fleeting with the touch of your impatient fingers, unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off of him in a matter of seconds. He couldn’t even find it in himself to tease you for your impatience, not when his brain already turned into mush after touching your bare skin. “You look as if you’re coated in frosting. My sweet girl, my most delectable little sin.” His eyes focused on your white dress; his hands not brave enough to let it slip off of you yet. He already feared the man he would become upon seeing you fully bared before him.

“Sylus—”

“It’s unholy. How much I want you.” His lips traced a path from beneath your ear down to your neck, finding their place on your collarbones. “How much I need you. The greed unexplainable, insatiable no matter how close I get to you. It’s not enough. It will never be enough.” His eyes met yours in a silent question and you nodded quickly in permission, gulping audibly, your eyes drooping. He let his hands travel up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, swiping through your hips, his palms tracing the lace of your panties, making the hair on his body raise. He then swiped through your waist and finally, finally his hands rested on your breasts, where you wanted them from the very beginning.

His breath hitched as he looked down your body, noticing how his touch had already lifted the fabric of your dress, baring your legs and stomach. His body shielded you from the chill in the air.

He squeezed your breasts gently, fondling them in his hands, a low groan escaping his lips—the same ones which couldn’t resist kissing your belly, anywhere he could reach, not even thinking about stopping his sensual kneading. It baffled him, how soft you were, how pliant under his touch. His hands, although taking so much of the space on your body didn’t seem to make you nervous at all—every single one of his touches you accepted with soft sights, low whines and a bitten lip. You trusted him, and he was drunk on that trust, wanted more, needed to see how far it could take him.

It quickly appeared that there was no limit to the things he could do to you, your whispers not only appreciative, but also encouraging. The uncontrollable thrusts of his hips against the duvet bordered on painful, the knowledge that he would have you in mere minutes making him unbearably hard. But he accepted the friction, your comfort mattered to him the most, and he wanted to take care of you properly.

“Sylus. Sylus, more, please.” He heard your silent plea, and caught your eyes in his, and that’s when he decided it was a time for you to drop the dress. He helped you out of it then licked the goosebumps forming between your breasts, each tiny dot on your skin making him awfully aware that this was it. Your beautiful form, completely bare, just for him to see, to worship.

“My little gem.” He breathed out, his eyes drinking in your body, committing to his memory every dip and curve. “My treasure.” He nearly growled, his mouth attached to your breast, licking and sucking on your nipple, moaning in the process. He wanted to devour you whole, to not leave a patch of skin untouched by his mouth. He thrived in the way you took hold of his head, your hands messing up his hair, caressing it when his tongue worshipped your breasts and nipples, drowning in their softness. He found his safe place.

“Oh God I—I feel like I’m floating, please don’t stop.” He heard you breathe out, your chest heaving, your legs closing in an attempt to relieve the tension building inside you. “You’re so good. So, so, so good, Sy.” He released one of your nipples with a pop, and stored the visual of your skin glistening with his saliva for later. He basked in your praise and pushed himself down, knowing exactly what he wanted to do next.

“Yes? You want it, kitten? Say you do. Please. I need you to say it.” His voice groggy, laced with yearning so tangible it made your body shiver.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Please, Sy. I waited so long for you.” Your words made his head spin, a smile spreading on his lips not flirtatious at all, just pure joy and contentment. He kissed your stomach and his hands once again swiped through your whole body. He raised on his forearms and caged your head between his arms, and then pressed a long, deep kiss on your mouth which quickly turned into another wave of heavy kisses. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

He was ravenous.

“I need to prepare you first, sweetie.” He said to your mouth, his words immediately swallowed by your perfect lips. You whimpered and his grip on your arm tightened involuntarily, his hand playing with your hair. “I need to take my time with you, otherwise I won’t be able to fit. You’re so tiny it scares me.” You nodded into the kiss and he smiled at you gently, and after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he went down.

And when he finally widened your legs, his mouth was on you instantly, making you moan, your legs clasping on his head reflexively. He grunted into your core, licking and sucking skillfully, guided entirely by pure need and his own instincts.

“You taste so sweet.” It wasn’t long before your legs were trembling and his fingers joined his mouth in an attempt to open you up a little more, to prepare you for what’s to come. “You’re dripping because of me.” He chuckled softly but deeply, chest filled with pride, and he licked your core once again, sucking at the sensitive bud. What he didn’t expect was when he managed to fit one finger inside you, angling it upwards, your back suddenly raised from the bed, hands reaching to his chest, delicately pushing him away. A drowned-out cry escaped your lips, the wetness between your tights increased, your plushy walls fluttered around his finger.

He made you come, and he instantly got addicted to it.

“Yes. Yes. Just like that, beautiful—Fuck.” With a swear word on his lips he wasted no time in slurping up your spent, his fingers from one, going up to two, then three. And when the only thing he could hear were your moans and whimpers, the taste of you imprinted on his tongue, the slide of his fingers smooth and slick—he realized that you were ready for him.

He slowly withdrew from your pussy, pressing one last lingering kiss to your clit. As his fingers slipped out of you, he finally let himself to catch more than a glimpse of your face.

And it shattered him, how utterly ruined you looked. All flushed and heaving, skin glistening with sweat, eyes shining, filled with unshed tears.

He did that to you, and he couldn’t be more proud of himself. He licked his fingers clean, savoring your taste, then he pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around your whole body. Your head dropped on his bicep; your breath labored.

“You okay, kitten?” He asked gently, ignoring his painful erection, still stranded in the stiff fabric of his pants. His head pressed to your neck, and he inhaled the scent, licking off the droplets of sweat in the process. He couldn’t get enough.

“Yes. More than okay.” You answered, and he felt your hand wandering, trying to unbuckle his belt. His chest squeezed. “Need you now. Please, Sylus…”

“You don’t have to beg. I’ll gladly give you my everything. All of me.” His hands left your body for a moment, swiftly taking off his pants, his mouth now kissing your cheeks and nose.

“I want to taste you, too.” You whispered to him shyly, and he grunted, closing his eyes, begging every deity to give him more patience. How he would love for your little mouth to envelop him, but he knew that the sight alone would be enough to make him undone.

“Next time, okay, sweetie? I cannot wait to be inside you.” You giggled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his nose, stroking his hair gently.

He shivered and hissed when he took off his underwear, letting himself out in the open. He was so hard it hurt, his hand going up and down his erection in an attempt to reduce the tension, even though he knew that the only one who could truly satisfy him was you.

“Oh my god.” He heard your gasp, and noticed that you were looking at him, his body fully exposed, his cock heavy in his hand. “Sylus— Sy, it won’t fit. There’s no way that—” He silenced you with a kiss, and swiped his hand through your core, gathering the slick and spreading it on his member. The smooth glide felt so good he lost himself in the feeling for a second, his tongue licking into your mouth, swallowing your gasps.

“Shhh, I made sure to prepare you as well as I could. And I won’t hurt you, you said so yourself.” He said the last sentence into your lips, once again pressing a long kiss there. Then he kissed your cheek, and breathed hard against your neck, his one hand wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to him, and the other stroked his cock, guiding it to your entrance. When the tip touched you, he gritted his teeth and you gasped, the first contact electric. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing nervously with the hair at his nape.

He breathed heavily; the tip of his cock aligned perfectly with your entrance. “You can take it; you were made for me. I will make it fit.” He let go of your waist and grabbed one of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and smiling gently at you, the anticipation making his body shake. “Just relax for me, will you? Can you do that, kitten?” You nodded and exhaled slowly, some tension getting out of your body. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead and intertwined your fingers with his.

“Close your eyes. I want you to feel me.”

“No. I need to see you, Sy. Don’t make me look away.” He chuckled and pressed his forehead against yours in a silent acceptance. He never wanted to take his eyes away from you too, your desires matching perfectly.

You were his soulmate, after all.

He pressed his erection to your opening and started to slip in, gently, unhurriedly, despite the desire to take you in one thrust of his hips. You opened your mouth in a painful moan, squeezing his hand, panic visible in your eyes. He hated that he was bringing you pain, but knew that it was inevitable, he saw how wide he was stretching you out. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Easy. You’re doing so good…” He breathed out, his hand leaving his cock to hold your hip, the other going up and down your body in a comforting caress. “Taking me so well...” His voice hoarse, sweat dripping from his forehead from the strain of keeping himself under control. He managed to put the tip in, your pussy squeezing him, your heat making him shiver, the sensation the most pleasurable he ever felt. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself down.

“It hurts, it really—it really hurts.” You whispered and he grunted, feeling you squeeze him harder, his length sliding into you deeper. He opened his eyes and lowered his body to get closer to your face, and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.

“I know, love. If you want to me stop—” He couldn’t recognize his voice anymore.

“No. Never. Please.” You kissed his brow, and send him a small smile. “I—I can take it. I was made for you, yeah?”

He huffed out a laugh, a whimper finding a way out at the same time.

“You were. Mmhm. Good.” He slipped in further, his mouth opening wider. “Good girl. Just a little more.” And before he managed to stop the shivering of his body, he burrowed himself in your tight heat almost to the brim. You were not able to take all of him in yet, but it was nearly a perfect fit, the sight of you wrapped around him made him see red, a low moan slipping out of him, your whimpers the most magnificent tune he ever heard.

“I’m going to move now.” He said and you moaned, your head nodding frantically.

He started thrusting inside you, and he felt as if fireworks exploded inside him, the desire burning brightly, need finally calming down, his mind completely at ease. Your moans, whimpers, cute little “ah,ah,ah’s�� making his whole body shiver, a smile finding its way onto his swollen lips. You felt so good below him, your warmth enveloping him fully, and he started to question if he truly was worthy of such a blessing.

He didn’t care anymore. He had you, you wanted him and that was all that mattered now.

“You’re so. fucking. tight. God.” He started moving faster to the accompaniment of your small encouragements, his hand holding onto yours. And when your legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer to you, he was gone.

He grabbed your waist and lifted up your butt, the pace and force of his thrusts intensifying, his grunts leaving his mouth freely, silent praises slipping from his lips every now and then. He couldn’t stop now. Didn’t want to stop.

“I want—I want to stay inside you forever. I feel—Ah—Mm—like I’m melting.” He moaned and you felt his mouth on your body, kissing every patch of skin he was able to reach. You kept breathing out soft, quiet moans, tears filling your vision. “So cute.”

You felt so good, the stretch now pleasurable, your body accepting him fully, every thrust welcome, each one anticipated.

And he could see that so clearly on your face, his mind calming, knowing that he was able to bring you pleasure. It made him feel better too, your lovely expressions making his blood pump faster, his hips thrust deeper, just to see and hear more tokens of your delight. He was addicted to you and your reactions, to the way you sang his name, the way your skin tasted and eyes glistened every time he managed to catch eye contact.

Time quickly went by when you were losing yourselves in each other. The positions changed constantly, Sylus looking for and finding new ways to tip you over the edge, making sure you were completely satisfied. You encouraged him to leave some marks on you, and you made sure to repay the sentiment, scratching his back with your nails, and pressing hickies on his chest—he already wished for the marks to stay there forever, and you assured him that you’ll stay instead, making him jump on you once again, burying his head in your shoulder.

“Say my name, kitten. Keep—Keep saying my name.” He grunted, his hips unrelenting, your bodies soaked, your own so tired that he had to hold it in his arm for you to not slip off the bed. He kept thrusting inside you from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, his movements deep and sensual, pleasure overwhelming. You granted his wish, your voice hoarse and quiet.

You were going at it for hours now, yet he still hasn’t come.

Not because he couldn’t, but because every time he was close, he was slipping out of you, his eyes squeezing shut, a hand gripping himself at the base.

He didn’t want the night to end, refused to let you go, savored the feeling of being buried deep inside you, not knowing where you ended and he began.

“Sy—Mmm—Sylus—Ah.” The words failed you, your mind filled only with pleasure and thoughts of him. You were so tired and yet he made you feel so good you wanted to stay in his arms forever. “The—Ah—The sun is rising.”

He nuzzled into your cheek, his thrusts slowing down, quiet grunts leaving his lips. He sounded wrecked.

“I know, love. You look so wonderful in this light.” He kissed your cheek and glued himself off of you, leaving your body cold and shivering. In the next second, he manhandled you onto your back again, facing him. Your hands immediately flew to cover your face, fearing how completely ruined you must have looked after so much time making love and so many orgasms ripped out of you.

“No—Mmh—Don’t hide yourself from me.” He grunted, and took your hands in his gently, revealing the beautiful mess he managed to make of you. Your face covered in tears, cheeks flushed and lips so swollen it only made him want to kiss them some more. So he did. “Never hide yourself from me, dove. Hold me.” He kissed the palms of your hands and put them on his neck, your arms going to hold him closer. He huffed out a weak laugh, his thrusts not stopping even for a second. You felt his huge hands caressing your thighs and you moaned softly. “God, I’m sorry, kitten, I just can’t stop—I—”

“It’s okay, S—Sylus. Ah—I won’t run away.” You pulled his head closer and kissed his lips softly. His hands encircled your waist, drawing your body closer to him, the hair on his forehead brushing against your chest. Your eyes met his and he seemed to calm slightly, your gaze soothing the flame inside him.

“I love you. I—” You suddenly confessed, a single tear slipping down your cheek. His breath faltered, ruby eyes widening, your words shaking his world completely. “I love you, Sylus. So much. I love you so intensely it scares me, I—Ah—” A moan was ripped from you when he suddenly picked up the pace, the sweat from his forehead landing between your breasts. Another happy tear slipped from your eye, and if you had enough energy to keep your eyes open, you’d see that he was teary-eyed too. His hands grabbed your head, turning it up so he could look straight into your eyes—his own burning with desire and unspoken devotion. He needed to hear you say the words once more, but before he could start pleading for it, you managed to read his mind.

“I love you, Sylus.”

And those words were what finally made him shatter.

He came, so violently he nearly blacked out, his whole body trembling, and movements faltering, his cock buried inside you the deepest he could go. He released grunt after grunt, his arms holding you tight to him, your soft sighs only seemed to prolong his fall. He nuzzled his face up against your neck, then cheek, his lips touching your skin, unable to press more kisses due to the uncontrollable moans coming out of his mouth.

“F-Fuck—” He managed to choke out and you tried to calm your heavy breathing, focused on his cum filling you up, so much that you could already feel it spilling out. You whined and brought your hands to his waist, holding him close, and you came one last time too, your pussy squeezing him even tighter, ripping a short cry out of him. Goosebumps spread around your body from the pleasure and you went pliant in his arms, letting your sore muscles finally rest against the soft sheets.

Sylus relaxed a few moments later, his sweaty body collapsing on top of you, mindful not to put his full weight on you. His hot, heavy breath still warmed your neck, your hearts beating rapidly against each other, showing no signs of calming anytime soon. He managed to turn onto his side, his arms still wrapped around you, taking your body with him.

You were held in a wet, yet warm embrace, his arms protecting you from the cold morning air, your bodies still connected. The silence that ascended upon you comfortable and desired after so much time of intense workout—both throats roughed up and in need of hydration.

“Sylus, I—” You started saying, your voice a rough whisper, your head raising to meet his gaze, surprised that his crimson eyes were already studying you. He put one of his hands on the back of your head, his fingers playing with your hair ever so gently.

His gaze so intense you started to turn your head away, but he gently brought it back to him. He didn’t have to open his mouth for you to understand what he was feeling—the emotion in his eyes unmistakable.

“I love you, too.” He breathed out, his hand going up to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers. His hand was cold and served as a delightful compress for your burning face. “I love you more than any words could ever express.”

He reminded you of a statue under this warm, morning light, his body perfectly sculpted. The only source of color were his cheeks, blaring red, nearly matching the color of his sparkling eyes. His wet hair still bearing the paths carved by your fingers, his lips kissed and twitching, fighting off a smile, which threatened to form when he realized how intensely you were observing him.

“My home is your home, my heart is your heart. Every breath I’ve been taking ever since I met you had already been yours — the day you tell me to cease, I will gladly do so.” He continued, his breath slowly calming down, one of your hands going to stroke his chest.

“I will never tell you to cease, you little dramatic fool.” You answered playfully, blinking away your tears, your hand going to rest on his warm cheek, his face immediately nuzzling into your palm. “If anything, I would curse you to live forever. Soundly and happily, by my side.” A soft laugh came out of his lips; a start of a smile that overtook his entire face, lightening up his features, showing off his small sharp canines.

“By your side...” He repeated, his voice possessing a dream-like quality, a smirk still visible. He swiped his hand over your body: from your shoulder, through your waist, down to your hip, and then back up. His touch soothing as always. “A curse has never sounded so sweet, my little dove.” He closed his eyes, and a sigh escaped his lips. The happiness spread through his body so intensely, that he thought he was going to burst.

Live forever, by your side. There was no other place in the entire universe where he would rather be.

He felt you squirming, a crease appearing between your brows, your hand squeezing his bicep. He hissed, feeling you squeeze him down there too, his cock still buried deep inside you, your plush walls a place he never wanted to leave. However, he knew that after so much time and so many orgasms you needed a break, your body sensitive and in need of extensive pampering. Good thing he adored spoiling you with affection.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay sweetheart?” You nodded your head, a small smile on your lips. You were just too adorable. “And then I’ll put you in a warm bath, order your favorite meal and change the sheets. Any objections?”

“None at all.” He switched your position so that he was once again on top of you, and he gently pulled out, a grunt leaving his lips at the loss of the comfortable fit. You whimpered when his cum started flowing out of you freely, and he couldn’t look away, the sight making the desire in him burn once more. He stopped himself before he started showing the cum back inside you. “Will you join me in the bath too?” He looked at your face, covered in the warm sunlight, the sight making him breathless.

“I would love to, if that’s what you want.” He hugged you to himself one more time, his body covering yours completely, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. He grazed the delicate skin with his teeth, then pressed his lips to your pulse, his tongue picking out to lick at your salty skin. “I love you.” He whispered into your neck, basking in the feeling of your heartbeat beneath his lips. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for showing me what love feels like. Thank you for accepting me.” His breath started going out labored, the intensity of the emotion too big for his body.

“Thank you, for letting me love you. You are the best thing that happened to me, Sylus. I hope you know that.” Your kiss to his temple and your hands caressing his back felt like a blessing, your bodies connected in a soul-crushing hug his own private oasis. Never in his life had he experienced such a moment of total tranquility; only you were capable of bringing him peace.

He never wanted to let you go, and he didn’t have to. No other thought filled him with so much joy. You were his, just as much as he was yours. An ideal exchange of souls.

“I do.” He breathed out, and looked into your loving eyes once again. You smiled at him, and he felt his breath being punched out of him, his ruby eyes fluttering. He shook his head and reciprocated the smile, which quickly turned into a full laugh, your bodies shaking, hearts beating in unison. “I truly do.”

Your lips found his in a kiss that tasted like a promise—of a hand to hold, body to warm up to, and a heart that beat for one another. In every life, every universe, and in every space and time—now, and forevermore.

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“So, which one finally did it?” You asked him nonchalantly, when you were both freshly washed up, lying on the new, pleasurably chilly sheets, basking in the afternoon sunlight. Too exhausted to raise, too happy to fall asleep after the whole night of making love.

His head on your chest stirred slightly, a confusion slowly overtaking his features.

“Hmm?” He opened his eyes, but he didn’t find it in himself to raise. His arms holding your body close to his, tightening their hold, a signal he hoped would make you continue the caress of his back with your fingers.

Your skin bared a fragrance of his soap and his skin, and he felt drunk ever since he noticed it.

“The workout outfit a size too small? Or those jeans at the funfair?” You continued, and his mind started to connect the dots. His eyes widened. “I knew that I would be sticking my ass out a lot that day so I made sure they were extra tight.” He heard you giggle and raised his head immediately, his gaze falling on yours.

“You—”

“What? You were making me wait forever! And don’t get me wrong…” You cupped his cheek, and he was rendered speechless. The whole time he was fighting for his sanity, trying to wait for you, restraining himself from taking you on the nearest piece of furniture — You were riling him up on purpose? “I love that you are a gentleman, and the princess treatment is really nice too, but I just couldn’t wait to have you ravish me, you know? Your girl has needs.”

He was going completely insane. He let out a hearty laugh, and shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that he underestimated you again, forgot that your desires and needs matched his almost perfectly.

And he should’ve known that the workout clothes were a bit too revealing for your liking. Fuck, he should’ve known.

“And it seems my girl is a sly little vixen.” His voice laced with humor, a smile still visible, head impossibly light. He hummed, and kissed a smile off of your plump lips, then your neck, shoulders and chest. You started trembling, and the smile he sent you this time made him look as if he was a wolf studying his pray. You gulped audibly. “Well then, if you decided to manipulate me, then I think you are ready to suffer the consequences.” His kisses reached your breasts, and he took one perky nipple into his mouth, sucking passionately. His other hand grabbed at the other boob, kneading the flesh languidly.

“But it’s already bright outside, shouldn’t we—” A press of his finger on your lips hushed you, and his eyes met yours, his lips still circled around your delicate nipple. With a snap of his fingers the curtains covered the windows, cutting of the only source of light. Darkness enveloped you, making the press of his body on yours even more intimate. Your body was still on fire after the hours of tangling in sheets, every part of you sensitive and tingling under his skilled hands.

“Ah, ah. You’re trembling. Why is that, I wonder?” You heard his voice closer to your ear, and when your eyes got used to the darkness, you saw his eyes filled with mirth and something primal. His hands went slowly up your tights, their destination obvious. “I had no idea that my kitten was that starved. Now I can’t possibly leave her unsatisfied, can I?”

You felt his hands touch your warmest spot, and you let fireworks overtake you once more, your spine twisting to get closer to him. He tasted the skin on your chest again, and went down with his kisses, leaving a happy, wet trial in its wake. He raised suddenly, kissing you on the lips.

“And what about the zipper?” He asked absentmindedly into your lips, remembering the situation that nearly made him lose his mind couple of weeks ago.

“What zipper?” Your confusion truthful, your squeal loud when he suddenly plopped motionless on top of you, a sigh of exasperation leaving his mouth.

It seems that loving you was the beginning of his end, after all.

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bizarrebazaar13 · 6 months ago

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so, Vela is now closest to the rubbery men. one thing you might know about Vela by now is that ze has been closest to Hell since I began playing as zir.

it was a very reactionary choice. Vela was raised Protestant (specifically Lutheran), and zir parents were awful to zir in a lot of ways, often justifying the way they treated zir with religion. so naturally, Vela was drawn to what ze saw as the opposite of what the church stood for: the devils. Vela has always had a love for the strange and the monstrous, as seen by zir relationship with London’s various nonhuman residents, and initially sympathized with the devils as fellow outcasts.

but for the most part, they’re not. are they excluded from summerset? yes. do priests especially, but most other humans too, act varying degrees of Weird about them? yes. but devils can be found most often in the highest levels of London society! they’re aristocrats, socialites, mayors, business magnates… they’re really not that far off from the people Vela grew up around.

Vela was the second child of a wealthy shipping magnate, and although ze was disowned at 18, ze still retained a lot of upper-class values, which came in handy with creating a respectable facade for zir smuggling operations on the surface. so ze didn’t actually have much of a reason to challenge those values until coming to the neath, and even then, not until ze visited the orphanage.

that was a catalyst for a lot of Vela’s personal growth, but one thing you should know about Vela is that ze hates admitting to being wrong. later down the line, Furnace and the tracklayers’ Union challenged that, but Vela still had strong infernal ties, and never had a worker-owned charter.

it wasn’t until Vela met Xerxen that ze began considering that ze might be wrong about the devils. Vela will, I think, always have more sympathy for the devils over the church, and still lives in the brass embassy as of right now. but the change in zir priorities still feels very significant. maybe ze will even want zir soul back someday.

#aelan speaks #vela kepler #i love zir. truly. could be a case study in intentions vs actions.#and with that maybe vela will enter zir healing arc for real this time. time heals all wounds and maybe amber does too.

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catboybiologist · 3 months ago

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Hey. You know how laws against queer people never really mask off say that they're for queer persecution? You know how they always have to wrap it in a layer of "saving the children" or "protecting women", when the goal is actually the destruction of queer groups without actually any improvements to the lives of children or women? You know how the cherry pick examples without context of queer people committing horrible Acts, most of the times in completely false ways, try and make their point?

A bill to destroy biomedical research as we know it just got introduced to Congress with a similar tactic.

The SPARE act would ban all use of vertebrate animals for biomedical research in the United states. It's dressed in language of animal welfare, into aims to tap into the public lack of knowledge about how animal research is used and why is necessary. Not easier, necessary.

I can go into great detail about why this is, but I'm going to put this as simply as possible. There is an inherent paradox to not using animals for biomedical research. If you know enough about a factor or disease or whatever, that you are studying, replicated in a model system and no, for a fact that this model system reflects the reality of how that factor operates in a complete organism, then you know enough about that factor by definition to none use an animal. And therefore, no research is even necessary. If something is being researched, somewhere in the thread of that research, there will be an animal study involved. Maybe not in that particular paper, maybe not in that particular research group, but something that group cites, some continuation of that research, some thing that is necessary to actually provide a meaningful understanding about human or animal biology, must involve a research animal at some point in the process.

Anyone who has done animal research understands this is the case. Anyone who has done animal research also understands that there are great standards put in place by University IACUCs to maintain ethical standards. Are there lapses? Of course. And you're about to hear about *all* of them, without context, without the thousands of examples of lives that have been saved by disease research. And of course, we already *have* systems of accountability.

Animal testing is a delicate topic across the political spectrum. And for good reason. However, I don't think very many people outside of the field truly understand how necessary it is to gain literally any understanding about biological systems, nor the systems of accountability that already exist to ensure it's done ethically and meaningfully.

The goal is destruction of research science in this country. If this bill passes I'm genuinely doubtful that I will ever be able to be employed in this country again.

Please, PLEASE urge your representatives to do something about this.

Oh and by the way- if you needed any indication that this law is bullshit and they don't care about animal welfare, any testing on military and police animals is a specifically allowed exception.

#academia #biology #science #pinned post

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mohammedaldeeb · 5 months ago

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A Humanitarian Appeal from the Depths of Suffering🥹:

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Today, as I face this immense struggle😔,

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I need the resources to travel abroad to continue my education l😔and provide a future for my family🙏🏻😓. Pursuing my studies and advancing my career in medicine is my way of ensuring that I can make a lasting difference, both for myself and for the people of Gaza. But I cannot do this alone.

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You are not only helping an individual, but you are also supporting a family in dire need of hope and a better future😃❤️.

I will forever be grateful for any assistance you can provide, whether it’s a financial contribution, sharing this story, or offering a kind word of encouragement.

Your help will give us the strength to continue, and it will remind us that in the midst of all this suffering, there is still hope, there is still kindness, and there are still people who care😃❤️.

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p1nkshield · 11 months ago

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Prompt idea: Danny has been attending Wayne family dinners for weeks now and he truly doesn’t know how he got this far

Danny has been without a home or a means to get food for a while because of either identity reveal gone bad or Dan timeline shenanigans. Either way he needs to eat. As a last ditch attempt Danny tries to attend/infiltrate a Wayne family dinner. He’s seen the Wayne kids around Gotham and he’s sure that he could look and act the part enough to get in the door and out with some bread rolls at least.

Was it his best idea? No.

But he sure as sugar ain’t firing on all cylinders rn.

And Bruce already has a gaggle of blue eyed, black haired children.

What’s one more?

Batfam of course notices immediately when a whole new kid shows up, grabs some miscellaneous pieces of food and then prattles off some excuse about “not being that hungry.” (Clearly a bald faced lie) And that they were “Going to the library to study for finals, bye Dad!”

1. No one skips out on family dinners. Even Jason was here.

2. Alfred sets the table for everyone ahead of time and the kid had no place to sit.

3. Nobody in this house studies anything beyond case files.

4. Nobody in this house calls Bruce Dad.

Danny thinks he is suffering from success. No matter where he is in Gotham someone picks him up and insists he’ll be late for family dinner which is unacceptable.

Alfred just wants to feed the boy.

The batkids are amused by his efforts to look as though he’s been here all along.

Bruce is drafting adoption papers as we speak.

#Danny: am I faking it till I make it correctly?#batkids: absolutely brother I’ve known for years lol #Danny: oh okay cool >:)#dc x dp crossover #dpxdc #Damian calls Bruce father and sometimes baba only sometimes tho #Danny: I’m an international super spy….🗣️SUPER SPYYYYY🎶super spyyy🎶#Jason shows up on his motorcycle: get on we’re gonna be late for family dinner!!!!#Danny: 😶

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wingfleur · 17 days ago

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# — helping mark grayson lose his v-card.

ever since i finished invincible back in MARCH, mark grayson has been living in the back of my mind rent free. then, @sobbingscripter fucked around and gave me this stubborn childhood best-friends to lovers brainworm i cannot shake with her series "our turn." everybody go read it! this is all your fault, girl!!! 💔 | wc: 2.3k words.

cw: nsfw mdni (18+), afab!reader, childhood-friends-to-friends-who-fuck?, porn with a crumb of plot, vaginal fingering, explicit sex (p in v), missionary, loss of virginity (both reader and mark), creampie, reader trying (and failing) to not feel good, mark being inexplicably good at sex despite this being his first time?, this is... vaguely angsty considering the circumstances

thinking about mark grayson asking you to do him a favor and take his virginity.

i mean, shit— mark seriously thinks he has a chance with amber, and he doesn’t want to risk a single thing about him turning her off. like— what if, when they eventually get, y’know, "hot and heavy," he kisses her with too much teeth, or can’t find the clit, or, god forbid, he tries to put his dick in the wrong hole! in that case, he’d be single and lonely forever, doomed to die unfucked, and it’s not like you’re seeing anyone either, so you’re the only one he can ask for help!

now, in your defense, the first few proposals mark offers get shot down by you in no time at all. you like mark, yeah, and losing your v-card would be nice, sure, but you’re not that desperate. being so thirsty to fuck him that you’re willing to be his test dummy so he can properly fuck the girl he actually likes is a level of depravity you’d never, ever sink to, but the way mark gets down on his knees one night and begs with his those big, brown puppy eyes of his makes you kiss your teeth and begrudgingly say yes.

and as nervous as mark’s been acting, he’s eager.

when mark kisses you for the first time, the action not nearly as full of teeth as he initially worried about, you come to find that it’s actually... quite nice. it’s hesitant, sure, but as far as you're concerned, this is not only your first kiss, but his. it's clumsy, but full of good intentions, and you enjoy the sensation of soft lips pressed against yours until he gets comfortable enough to lick at your bottom lip.

he only gets bolder from there. strong, calloused hands caress your sides, slipping under the fabric of your tattered t-shirt that you cut the neckline off of. firm, muscled legs walk you back towards your bed and cause you to bend at the knee, falling back onto the mattress, and him along with it. soon, those soft, pink lips are trailing their way down your neck, and those shy, but secure, hands are making their way to your bare chest, thumbs cautiously flicking over your pebbled nipples.

you’re quite surprised by the effort it takes you to try to act like you’re not enjoying this.

“‘s that okay?” mark asks softly against your lips, pulling back enough to look at your face. your expression is pinched, brows slightly knitted in the middle. mark’s concentration deepens, and he moves back a little further to truly study you, lips parting as he cautiously moves to pinch your nipples between his pointer and index fingers.

“...you look like it hurts.” mark’s eyes flicker across every tremor and flicker of the expression on your face. you let your eyes shut slowly and try to steel yourself, breathing deep.

“no, it doesn’t. you’re just— notthatgoodatthis.”

mark’s fingers slow to a near stop as he takes a moment to truly scrutinize you, eyes locking onto the way your eyebrow twitches as he slowly rolls the buds between his fingertips. then, he smiles, leaning back down to brush his lips against yours.

“you’re lying.”

you are lying. to be more accurate, you’re lying like fuck, but to maintain a shred of your dignity, you can’t act like being mark grayson’s test fuck-dummy feels nearly as good as it does. you'd simply be handing him the green light to go fuck amber.

“i have no reason to lie.”

“sure,” he chirps back, “we’ll see about that.”

you find two reasons to lie once mark sinks his fingers into you.

firstly, you’re wet— unbearably so— and you know mark can feel it from the way his lips drop open with a groan. mark inhales deeply in an attempt to stifle any other sounds that escape him in the process, focusing solely on the slow press of his middle and ring fingers into your hole. the whole process is audible and clicky, which makes his head buzz with static every time the squelch reverberates against his eardrums. secondly, you’re tight; sure, mark already knew you were a virgin, but it’s another thing for the proof to be sitting right in front of him (or, better yet, squeezing around him). the way you’re squirming beneath him tells mark everything: that, to date, his fingers are the biggest thing you’ve ever had inside of you.

christ, mark feels like he’s gonna lose his mind.

the first thing he notices, aside from the way you’re clenching around him like you wanna break his fingers off, is the way the cords of muscle in your thighs are pulled taut. you’re tense— that much is evident from your pinched expression— but mark decides he wants to watch that pained face melt off into molten pleasure, so he starts to rock his fingers into you gently.

“how’s that?” he asks, voice low and a little frayed around the edges. his adam’s apple bobs hard as he swallows, focusing himself on your face instead of the pretty sight of your pussy swallowing him up.

“hardly feel it,” you lie unconvincingly, teeth gritted and jaw tight. you know you’re not going to win an oscar for your performance anytime soon, if the way mark laughs is anything to go by, and you frown in reply because, as much as you want to be mad, it’s truly a glorious noise. that said, you do have a reputation for being a buzzkill to uphold, so you try and fix your lips to snark out a reply, but you quickly press them into a flat line the moment you feel a moan bubbling up rather than words.

“sure,” is all mark says, his voice and tone void of any dejection. there’s little to no emotion in it at all, actually, and it makes you open your eyes right as he curls his fingers and drags them across your upper walls.

a soft gasp leaves you, and your brows shoot up in surprise, tummy spasming for a moment as your hips kick up into his hand. mark’s rhythm falters for a moment, surprised by the sudden movement, but he has no problem adapting to the situation and getting back into it with a grin across his face.

“bet you feel it now,” he coos, tone patronizing as he concentrates his fingers on that tender spot inside you. you shake your head quickly, brain threateningly to drip out your ears as you squeeze your eyes shut so hard you see spots.

“all i— fuck— feel is you fumbling around inside of me like this is some bastardized prostate exam.”

mark snorts, but ultimately doesn’t reply, and in the back of your mind, you think you notice that as a sign of trouble. in actuality, you aren’t really sure: you could’ve picked up on it as a result of your last-minute preservation skills, but at the same time, it very well could have been a lie you made up in an attempt to make this feel less real.

whatever it is, it doesn’t matter anymore. you’re hardly aware enough of your surroundings as is. not after mark busies himself with slowly sliding his cock inside of you.

“oh fuck, you feel good,” mark moans, voice sounding utterly destroyed as he presses himself in to the hilt. your thighs quiver, and you take a hand to press it against his abdomen, right above where it tapers into a v-shape and disappears inside of you.

“i— fuck you, mark—“

mark, despite how much his eyes wanna roll back, leans over you and smugly grins.

“you are right now, aren’t you?”

you don’t know where the fuck mark learned this.

the first few thrusts of his are measured, more so savoring the feeling of the way your walls sticking to his cock every time he draws back and press his hips forward. then, his thrusts become confident. he falls into a good pace, most of his weight on his hands as he leans over you and focuses on your face.

your expression starts to crumble.

the rhythm slowly makes a tingle form in your gut, jaw dropping open as you try to fix your mouth to half-heartedly tell him to stop. then, he angles his hips and hits a spot that makes your mind go blank of any protests, effectively making your steeled expression finally crumble.

“oh, fuck,“ you finally whine, back arching slowly into a deep bow. you blink open your teary eyes to catch mark looking at you with the most lovesick expression, something you’re nearly dumb enough to think is for you before it’s covered up by pride for finally getting you to crack.

“tell me how good it feels,” he says, dropping suddenly onto his elbows. you’re about to tell him that you’d only ever do such a thing in hell, but then he presses his face into your neck and slowly grinds into you, causing a shudder to completely wrack your body.

“mark,“ you whimper softly, arms and legs coming up to cling onto mark desperately. he continues to sensually rock into you, movements long and drawn out so you can really feel it. as you begin to squirm, mark uses his muscled arms and firm hands to clutch you so you can’t run.

“tell me,” he pants again. “tell me how good it fuckin’ feels.”

“fuck, it feels so fucking good, mark.” the way you whisper it sounds utterly broken, tears pricking at the corners of your lashes as a part of you gets damn near angry from how good you feel. mark keeps rolling his hips into you as he leans back to take in your expression, head coming forward to press a kiss to one of your eyelids.

“cum for me.”

the words quickly make your eyes flutter open, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows as he keeps fucking you slow and measured. your mouth opens and closes for a few moments as you try to string together something akin to a disbelieving “what?”, but mark beats you to it and shushes you, pressing your foreheads together.

“stop thinking so hard and let go. lemme feel it, baby.”

mark holds your gaze for a moment, actively watching the way your gears still manage to turn despite how stupid you currently feel. something suddenly gives in your expression, and mark smiles in realization, watching as you slowly relax and focus on nothing but the incredible warmth building inside you.

your orgasm takes a little while, but when it does finally come, it’s glorious.

mark would describe it as you melting. he watches as you seize up for just a brief moment, clutching him for dear life with slight panic in your eyes. then, he watches as you turn to jelly, the panic subsiding into something that can only be described as pure bliss, becoming one with the sheets and mattress itself.

you feel so good around him that his hips stutter, but as much as mark wants to cum too, he wants to see you through your orgasm first.

you can’t do anything but take it.

it feels amazing— like a tingly, warm sensation spreading from the very top of your head to the very tips of your toes. you do your best to hold mark’s eye contact as your climax ravages you, but they eventually roll back into your head. the sight makes him groan and duck his head into your neck.

“fuck,” mark hisses, voice low and gruff enough to be similar to a growl. it makes goosebumps rise on your skin— a few more than the ones that have already sprouted up on your arms and neck, at least— and when the numbing feeling of your orgasm begins to fade, you reach up to handle your fingers in his hair and lightly scratch your nails against his back. “where do you want it?”

you pause for a moment— one of genuine, critical thought— and lean up to speak in his ear.

“inside.”

mark briefly pulls up to look at you, the urge to ask you if you’re sure on the tip of his tongue, but the look you give him, combined with the knot tightening in his gut, tells him to shut up and listen, causing him to duck back down to your neck.

mark’s pace falters, falling from measured and steady to frantic and fast as he chases after his high. he trembles with the force of his orgasm, hugging you tight as he humps into you like he’s trying to carve a place out inside of you.

you shiver with him as he does, and you soothe him through it, murmuring praise in his ear until he’s panting heavily and slumps against you.

“…thank you,” he mumbles, face still buried in his neck.

you’re panting heavily too, but that doesn’t stop you from weakly smiling, fingers tracing shapes in his skin. “don’t thank me, this was charity work.”

mark snorts lightly and turns his head to lightly nibble you, making you giggle in reply.

“maybe,” he says, sighing and turning his head to rest his cheek on your shoulder. “but still. thank you.”

you hum quietly in response, a smile tugging at your lips until a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminds you of why he did this. it's quick, how suddenly something deep inside of you sours—something deep enough that it isn’t able to deter you from enjoying this peace you find in mark grayson’s arms, but accessible to the point of letting you feel that sting in the very tips of your fingers.

you fall silent, listening to the rhythm of mark’s breathing, tracing patterns and shapes until his heavy, exhausted breathing becomes soft and measured.

it’s only then do you allow yourself to speak, making the conscious effort to tuck the bitterness you finally feel in yourself away.

“mm. i guess you’re welcome.”

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chstart · 1 year ago

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it's the way phoenix isn't as good a person as he might've once liked to believe he was & how, even though he's become better for the people that've become staples of stability in his life, he also has dropped the pretense that he's good enough a person to be above doing things not strictly considered the right thing. it's the way he's self-reflected & come to terms with the fact that yeah there's actually very few proper good people in the world & man, he's just not one of them. he's a decent person, nice, usually, even. he'll be polite to all the right people & try to prove the innocence of innocents & fight against injustice in the courtroom & all that, because he is a decent person. but he's not a good person, at the least not in his own mind, not anymore.

#nick's one of my fav characters of all time but also i have to laugh when i see ppl treat him as this golden boy of criminal justice #oh he'll say pre!disbandment he did shady shit like trespass & steal evidence from crime scenes bc Maya talked him into it #but that's just a convenient & believable excuse to hide behind while. throwing someone else under the bus about it #he'll make a big show of not wanting to go behind the police's back for shit around the kids bc he wants to show a good example #but the second he & maya reunite & are back on a case together all that's dropped & maya hasnt even said a word when nick's climbing a fenc #he makes sure not to do anything outright illegal (at least where he could be caught) but he jumps through a Lot of loopholes #thats not even going into how theres people he straight up does NOT want to defend or deal with because of his own biases #or because he just can't be bothered on the day that he's needed #so it's often someone else who Pushes him into doing the right thing where left to his own devices nick really wouldnt have bothered #there's executive dysfunctions there yes but a Lot of the time it's also just. truly not feeling bothered enough #he is by no means perfect & i will laugh out anyone who insists he's a pure uwu baby whos never done anything wrong #he has done. SO much wrong <3 #ooc. butterdog. the dog with the butter.#phoenix. study.

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devosin · 9 months ago

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GRIM ACCIDENTLY OUTING YOUR CRUSH ON HIM !! . . grim accidently blurting out how much you love the dorm head . .

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a/n: this has been rotting in my idea list for like over 2 years, enjoy! og account: @/cupids-chamber

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus was surprised, when you had decided to tag along on his Gargoyle Study Club meeting, however he was ecstatic with the idea of you joining him, while he talked about his favorite things. Truly an exciting time, talking to his favorite person about his favorite things!

For once he didn't quite mind having no one at the meetings, because he got to spend time with you—and Grim . . he's there too . . In fact, Malleus kind of finds it endearing he stuck around this long with you, listening to him, despite clearly not being interested in the topic.

Malleus walked around, showing you his collection of gargoyles—explaining the extensive history of each one, and you listened, throughout his explanations which most people would find extremely boring, though seeing how passionate he was about the subject, you couldn't help but be engaged.

You followed along behind him, as he showed you each one, Grim on your shoulder, yawning rather loudly—clearly bored with the past hour, where you dragged him into Malleus's club meeting, which you passed off as a 'morale' thing to do—when he can clearly tell you did this because you liked him.

"Ah . . I have something I want to give to you"—Malleus shifted through the drawers, looking for the miniature gargoyles he had made for the both of you (well just you, he figured grim would appreciate something more . . edible . . he got tuna.).

Grim leans in closer to you, whispering rather loudly, so much so you knew Malleus could hear, "henchman, how much longer . . my whiskers are turning white here!!", he whispered all bit dramatically, and you sighed internally, mumbling a soft, "Grim not right now", in response.

After a few more moments of silence, Grim leaned back, and exclaimed, "You seriously like this guy, he likes gargoyles more then I like tuna—"

Grim paused, realizing he spoke a little more than he really should've. . . and Malleus paused, dropping whatever was in his hand to the floor, turning blankly at you, looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face . . (he's processing, give him a minute.)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle isn't the kind of person to intrude in a conversation, especially when he knows he isn't wanted there (debatable)—He also doesn't enjoy listening in on others private conversations . . However, this case is different, obviously he has the right to be curious when you're being so very loud, I mean practically everyone can hear you!

His heels clicked on the floors, as he raced through the halls—Riddle doesn't often find himself in a rush, but lunch had started 5 minutes ago, and he was running behind on his schedule.

His hands gripped his notes tightly, and just as he was about to make a turn, he heard his name . .—Riddle stopped in his tracks, looking around, in order to find the source of the noise, that's when he spotted you . . and grim, who was speaking rather loudly.

Now, Riddle swears he's not purposefully ease-dropping, but Grim was loud. . he was bound to overhear anyways! . . Well that's what he'll keep telling himself, in order to ease the guilt of listening in on your private conversations.

"Riddle?!" Grim exclaimed, waving his little paws around in shock, "out of everyone henchman, you like that—", you covered Grim's mouth with your hand, whispering loudly in response, "Why don't you tell the whole school I like Riddle, Grim?!?"

Riddle paused in response to that, 'you liked him? . . as in romantically? . .', Riddle loses his grip on his notes, in shock. Papers scattered the floor with a thud, and before Riddle could fix the mess he had accidently caused, you turned, and faced him . . This is gonna be one long confessio—conversation.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

See, Vil isn't the kind of person to believe in a rumor or petty gossip that he hears across the halls of Pomefiore, because if there's drama then Octavinelle and Pomefiore are the absolute first at the crime scene—He's well aware of how a small lie and a fake rumor can go and ruin someone's life, which is why Vil prefers information from the source.

That being said, Vil does enjoy gossip—and at time's he draws his own conclusion to a topic, and keeps it to himself, he's on the middle line of it all, but you bet, he'll 'coincidentally' overhear all the drama going on at your family reunion but don't worry, he's amazing with secrets. (Headcanon: he probably pretends not to like gossip, but still listens and reacts when Rook tells him what he overheard)

And this is why Vil couldn't help it but approach Grim when he heard him complaining begrudgingly to himself, about you kicking him out and making him run 'errands' . . which were more likely then not, a distraction.

"Oh it's nothing, henchman just needed privacy . . ya . .", Vil raises a brow, and Grim should've shut down, but when a can of good tuna got involved . . Well a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Grim took the can of tuna from Vil, "They're preparing a confession letter", Grim spoke and Vil couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal at the revelation, how could they like someone else . . When he's breathing! (At least wait till he's cremated, like gosh . . So as long as his body exists, even if he's not breathing, you should love him frfr #hawkmothcore for the win) . .

"To who?", Vil asks, curiously, and Grim stares at him blankly, "I'll give you another can to go—" he offers, "Gimme it right now, and I'll tell ya'".

Vil sighs, handing him another can, "The letter is for ya', henchman likes you—".

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Now normally, Leona could care less as to what goes on in the botanical garden, while he takes a nap there (mainly because he's too asleep to register his surroundings), because even with his acute sense of hearing, rarely anyone visits, and if they do, they only do so to take a break or catch a breather, or to just immerse themselves in the garden as a sort of escape, so it's usually all quiet and soothing, for the most part.

However, some days he wasn't so lucky, be it students randomly popping in so they could skip class, or to have a picnic, or that random couple, who thinks it'd be a cute and adorable idea to have a date in the botanical garden because no-one goes there, and it's so secretive and the mystery excites them. (he hates, he fucking hates it, he's the biggest hater there is, he despises all couples equally.)

Leona was all comfortable, half-asleep, his eyes were closed as he was ready to just get some shut-eye, sleep for a couple hours—until, he heard footsteps, rather loud ones . . Now, he normally doesn't care, and to be frank, he doesn't care right now, he figured they're taking a small stroll, and will stop . . eventually. (delusional king!!)

"Grim this is ridiculous—", Leona's ears perked up as he heard your voice, now that had his eyes wide open, looking around for you . . Well he's not that curious, as to what you find 'ridiculous' (he's very curious, he needs to know each detail, tell him everything), but he does hope you expand on it.

"C'mon henchmen! The best way to get over someone is confess and get closure?", Grim was confused himself, with whatever he was saying, "Oh yea Grim, which class did you learn that from, romance 101 with Crowley?—", Leona snorts.

"No actually I asked Trien!" Grim says . . a bit too confidently for comfort, "Grim . . I don't think you should be proud of that", you point out.

"Just tell Leona you like him? He's not gonna kill ya"

". . ." Leona froze, . . you liked him? I mean yea that makes sense, he's really attractive, but you—Liked him? . .

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul states that he doesn't favor you that much—although the twins will argue otherwise, especially since Azul got you to taste test the new Monstro Lounge menu items, before he released it . . before even tasting it himself, . . and maybe he didn't want to let it slip that he liked you only—because he ended up also inviting Grim to taste the food with you—And with Crowley's payments . . well you were more than willing to accept free food.

To be fair, Azul is aware you do get a bit more special treatment, and deep-down he's well aware he likes you, but confronting his feelings? in this economy? . . not gonna happen . . He'd rather you assume he's a cat person who likes Grim, because clearly that's what you think of him, since he's so pretty and smart and good at covering his feelings. (He's not, he's boyfailing a little too close to the sun.)

Azul had everything set up—and by that he means, he had a plan and got other people to set it up for him, according to said plan, because he couldn't give away the fact that he had planned it himself, no . . that would make it seem like he was into you, and he'd rather die then you know that—In fact, he'd rather have his tentacles inked dry and cut off, fried and dipped in his ink, and shoved so far down his throat he chokes and dies before that even remotely comes close to happening.

You sat beside Azul, as he asked asked you about the food, and you gave responses that he mostly liked, . . well you did have some comments about the blue cheese rigatoni . . But to be fair, he entrusted the blue cheese to Floyd . .

Grim was half-way through his food, when he randomly spoke, with his mouth rather full, "This is amazing . . I can see why you like this guy henchman . .—" Azul paused and he practically stopped blinking, if his ears could perk up, then it would right now, "—for once your taste in men . . has good justification henchm—" Grim only paused when he recognized your glare, and only then did he realize how badly he fucked up . . "I'm not getting the good tuna for awhile . . am I?"

KALIM AL-ASIM

Kalim doesn't usually come in without an appointment (lies), or before informing you beforehand (lies on top of lies), and he doesn't really like invading your personal time (and lies again) . . at least not knowingly, but today was different . . he wanted to go somewhere with you! It's a surprise, and surely you'd appreciate him randomly popping into your dorm and dragging you outside, in the sunlight like an upstanding citizen and friend.

Kalim settles on the couch in the lounge of Ramshackle, stretching his arms out as he gets comfortable. All the while, Grim stares him down, . . something Kalim noticed off the get-go, "Why are you looking at me like that?", he calls out, confused and a tad bit unnerved at the blatant piercing stare.

"You're the one henchman likes, right? . .—what's your credit score? . . how many cans of tuna are we talking—"

Kalim paused, ". . . what?", he asks blankly, still paused at the first half of Grim's sentence, enough to not notice or take offense to the rest of his words and questions. "Why can't ya' hear me . . ?! I asked what's your credit scor—", grim responds, only to be cut-off mid-sentence by Kalim "BEFORE THAT!"

"That you're the person henchman lik—", Grim pauses as he hears your voice, and as you enter the room, Grim realizes his mistake, "Fuck."

"Kalim act natural!" Grim asks, as he goes back into his usual stance, but as he see's Kalim not moving, . . "who am I kidding . . no one can get shit through to ya' in one go . . I'm fucked."

IDIA SHROUD

Idia had his gaming equipment set up for two, well it would be three—but paws and controllers isn't the most fun thing to play around with, therefore Grim has opted to watching, instead of playing. Which he gets bored of rather fast, and well Ortho preferred to watch his older brother then play, or do normal kid things like advanced calculus.

Although Idia didn't really mind that, he enjoyed playing with you, because you were a really good challenge, a true gamer! . . And with newer games, he found that you listened and got the hang of it fast, and it was fun helping you grow your account on his favorite games, and it was also fun listening to you ramble about your favorite games from your world.

"So yea in genshin impact—", you rambled on and on about the Fontaine chapter, and about the 'archon' which was like the great seven, and how sad her storyline was, Idia dabbled in Lore from time to time, though he really found it amusing how you took the time to describe everything, you really helped immerse him in the storyline, and to be honest, sometimes he could imagine he was playing the game with you.

"—and then if you went into this specific area you could actually hear her cry . . OH oh! . . and when Neuvillette cried, it would like downpour so hard . . ", you continued rambling, and Idia would just listen, so much so that you guys completely forgot the game you were actually playing . . which seemed to upset Grim, who wanted to watch.

"Yea yea . . henchmen, we get it was sad, and it's fun talking to the love of your life—but could we please have more playing and less talking!", Grim explained rather dramatically, his paws flinging up, only to be silenced when he saw the two of you silent, looking at each other . . and then Idia's hair burst up in bright pink flames . .

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sxorpiomooon · 1 month ago

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What does your 30 year old self wants to say to you?

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Pile 1-

This is the third time that I'm writing for this pile, the first two times Tumblr glitched and removed everything. You guys will be the first in your family to do or achieve something big.

One of the biggest lesson that you might have to learn in this life is to always be prepared of letting things go and start anew, from a clean slate. Some of you are stuck in a toxic relationship or connection that you realise that you have to let go off but just cannot seem to do so. Your thirty year old self is telling you that you need to learn to ask for help when needed. There are people I keep hearing adults around you that can help you out only if you let them. For some reason I keep having visions of Hayley and Claire from modern family? Yk how in real life how the actress who plays claire helped out hayley to get out of an abusive relationship? It's like that I feel. Scott street keeps on playing in my head. Be impulsive and be defensive perhaps you need to let your anger take over you to remind yourself of who you truly are. My pile one please do ask for help when needed. For the rest of you, your thirty year old self is telling you that in order to bring in the new good stuff you need to first make space for it by removing all the bad stuff that is no longer serving you. Be brave you need to reminded of who you truly are and no one else can do it better than someone near you who truly loves you.

Pile 2-

Learn how to balance and prioritise because the moment you learn these skills you will be able to survive anywhere in any condition. "You are not wasting time but opportunities" don't let opportunities pass you by because you feel as if it's not the right time or you don't have enough time because there is no such thing as having enough time or there being a right time. Time is only right when you make it so. I keep having visions of pink pilates aesthetic yall need to learn a skill that will keep you grounded be it yoga or pilates anything that will help you in keeping yourself grounded. You have to learn how to chill I keep feeling as if this is my workoholic pile. Some of you might even feel as if you are doing nothing in your life and fear that it will remain like this only however let me assure you that is not the case. I see you will be very very booked and busy in the future. I feel like that is also what your future self is telling you? That you have time now so do enjoy like don't waste it sitting in front of a screen stressed out. You have enough time now because you won't in the future, make full use of it.

Pile 3-

That's crazy the first thing that came to my mind even before I pulled the cards was "slow and steady wins the race" and I'm seeing the colour teal and peacock green alot. When I pulled the cards I feel as if this is directly being channeled from your future self to you as in this is actually your future self going "what I'd like to say to her blahblah" and that's what I'm channeling for you. I think you are sitting in front of a shop or a restaurant idk that's white and it's late night and it's windy you are wearing black you kinda look like that sister from the new YOU season? Anyways yes and I see a diamond somewhere maybe it's a bracelet or a necklace one of these and this is a question that your friend has asked you. The overall energy feels very very grateful and nostalgic. Your future self is speaking in a very grateful and nostalgic manner I heard bulgari? Anyways, they want you to be careless and very action oriented I heard "inaction is also an action" and "might as well just do it" they want you to go on alot of trips and basically say yes to adventures. I feel like this pile might not have much fun and might just try to stay in their comfort zone. The kind to decide to study instead of going out and partying and your future self wants you to know that you can do both. Party on you by charli xcx started playing. They also want you to spend your money and work hard I feel like they just want you to let lose and feel free for once. That everything will be ok and working hard doesn't mean that you have to devoid yourself of fun. You can have fun and still work hard. Man I feel like crying this feels so personal I feel like this pile will also be very defensive to my claim and say that oh they cannot afford to have fun etc etc but I think you can, every once in a while no matter the circumstances and this is not me saying this but you only so think about it

Pile 4

There are going to be alot of people who wouldn't want you to succeed, there will be alot of gossip and alot of betrayal but none of that is going to stop you from achieving what you have been working hard to get. The answer is pretty straightforward with this one honestly alot of relatives and friends around you will plot against you and throw dirt on your name but none of them will stand a chance against you. Alot will come, alot will go but only you will remain. You do not have to defend yourself verbally every time just focus on working hard. You'll see how as the time passes all of them will fall on their own and instead of you all the other people will be defending your name and honour. I heard aries and scorpio. Long short story by Taylor Swift pay attention to the lyrics. Do not indulge in petty gossip or with petty people I promise you one day the entire public will chant your name. This pile wants public recognition and it will get exactly that but in even bigger numbers that they except to.

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michanvalentine · 3 months ago

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Sorry, but this whole thing about the dice roll to convince Astarion not to ascend—let’s break it down.

The dice roll exists because Astarion is intoxicated—by blood, by fear, by power. Power is the only thing he thinks can set him free, but only because his perspective is painfully limited. The Insight check isn’t there by accident; it’s meant to give the player context. Astarion isn’t thinking clearly—not enough to truly reason.

Do you know what real fear does? It shuts down higher cognitive processes. The sympathetic nervous system takes over, triggering fight, flight, freeze, or fawn responses. Blood rushes to the muscles, the heart, the lungs, preparing the body to react quickly in case of danger. But at the same time, other functions that aren’t immediately useful—like digestion, excretory system, sexual function, and, yes, logical reasoning—get suppressed. It’s a matter of priorities—survival over everything else.

For example, studies show that reprimanding a child too harshly—scaring them—actually inhibits learning, making it completely counterproductive.

And in that moment, Astarion is like someone standing on the edge of a rooftop, ready to jump—not because he wants to die, but because he sees no other way out of his pain. And Tav/Durge is the damn firefighter or cop trying to talk him down before he hits the pavement.

And honestly—who here hasn’t had a conversation with a parent, a friend, or a teacher, only to later think, Shit, they were right, I was about to do something really stupid?

It’s not coercion, people. It’s just pointing things out. And the dice roll is there to break through all the things clouding Astarion’s mind—blood, fear, and everything in between. Not to convince him.

At this point in the adventure, Astarion is perfectly capable of making his own choices, and if he's deprived of that choice, he gets so furious that he attacks the player. In fact, if you categorically decide for him—either by refusing to help him or by interrupting the ritual—things end badly. He is the one who has to decide what to do, not the player.

It's no coincidence that Astarion gives his approval at the moment he realizes what it truly means to ascend and abandons the ritual. There's no lie there; we don't forget that approval. Just as it's no accident that, in the cemetery scene, Astarion says he feels seen by the player. Because yes—beyond the illusory veil of a sexy, evil vampire, we've seen through it and witnessed something else. We've seen the goodness within him.

Please, let's stop saying that Astarion wants to ascend at all costs and that he's forced not to do it. Otherwise, the reading of the game's and the character's subtext is completely lost. And note that this doesn't mean he doesn't also have the potential for evil.

It's exactly these internal contradictions—this constant oscillation between good and evil—that make him such a deep, well-rounded, and wonderful character. Please, let's not simplify him; that would be a crime.

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wileys-russo · 2 months ago

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in the blink of an eye (6) II a.putellas

part of the in the blink of an eye series in the blink of an eye (6) II a.putellas

"but i wanna say night!" posie chirped for the fourth time since you'd finally gotten her down and into bed. "you already said buenas noches to alexia nena, twice." you reminded the three year old with a smile, pinching her cheek and tucking her in a little tighter.

"i like your friend tía, will she come over again?" posie yawned as you begun to run your hands through her hair, nails scratching gently against her head causing her eyes to droop and a bitter sense of nostalgia wash over you at the memory of your sister doing the same thing when you had a bad dream and were much younger.

"maybe. now go to your special garden pequeña, with the red butterflies, and the orange ones, and the purple ones, and the special pink ones with yellow dots. where the grass is soft and green, and there is a bright blue river that giggles and talks as it runs." you spoke softly, posies eyes drooping lower and lower as your tone grew calmer and her body begun to go limp.

"your special garden where your mami and papi are ready for you to go and dance with them, and you have on your favourite dress with the little bluebells, and your bright red gumboots." you whispered, unaware of alexia hovering just outside the door having come to check all was okay.

"you dance and dance like a little butterfly until your feet feel heavy and the music starts to get quiet, then you let your mami kiss you goodnight and you can see her again tomorrow in your special garden, your special garden no one can take away from you. sweet dreams amorcita." you finished, heart heavy but spirit light at the angelic look of peace across your nieces face as her chest rode and fell, arms wrapped tightly around her favourite bear.

pressing a kiss to her forehead you very carefully stood to your feet, alexia slinking away back to the kitchen before you could catch her, a strange feeling in her chest.

a strange feeling that little did she know, had been making its way at home in your own chest since the moment she'd arrived to the front door, maybe even from the very second you'd stepped foot back in barcelona for good.

"alexia no you would never let me study! it is funny now you are so serious about your football." you teased, drinking the last mouthful of tea in your mug and placing it on the small table sitting between the pair of you.

you'd offered wine once you got posie down to sleep and alexia had washed up and tidied everything despite your insistence she just relax.

an offer to which alexia very politely declined explaining she didn't really drink during the season, so you'd made you both a green tea which had lead to a very longwinded but light hearted trip down memory lane.

you looked up with a confused frown at the sudden knocks at your door, not expecting anyone and buried in a mountain of revision for your upcoming exam, your first year of law school well and truly bearing down on you with all its might.

assuming it may have been a delivery or the wrong apartment your gaze flickered back down to the case study you were trying to memorize.

the end of your pen held captive between your lips you scowled down at the words which were starting to just look like gibberish the longer you stared at them, permanent tension locked in your upper body where you were hunched over the coffee table in front of you.

you had many much more comfortable and perhaps even practical places to study, but curled up on the floor with your back against the sofa and papers scattered about on the coffee table with a broken leg propped up by an old bible your mami insisted you have in your house, was your usual go to.

until the knocks sounded again and this time it had you getting to your feet, dropping your pen into your textbook to mark your page leaving the case study on the floor where you'd been sat, clicking pause on the egg timer you used to track your breaks.

not that it worked given you'd barely made a dent into your workload for today or earned any sort of break, even if you'd purposefully put your phone in another room, closed your eyes and thrown the tv remote somewhere you couldn't see, you managed to find every little other distraction you could.

the washing needed to be done, the counter had to be wiped down, your textbooks had to be reorganised into alphabetical order and pens colour coded. your bed needed to be stripped and changed over, the window sills dusted and floor vacuumed.

you were truly your own worst enemy at times, and you weren't even halfway done with your first year, with a whole lot more, a much heavier workload and a long journey ahead at law school.

but you wouldn't let it break you, you couldn't.

natalia would never quit anything least of all before giving it a proper go, and your sister was both your biggest competitor and role model even if she'd deny both and hit you over the head with a textbook for thinking that.

she'd already been past this morning too of course, bringing you a coffee, a pastry and her husband to come unclog the toilet with her.

as such fulfilling her 'landlord duties' much as you knew it wound her up to no end when you called them that, but it was true and you knew you'd still be back living at home if she hadn't let you rent this place out for next to nothing instead of just selling it.

and trying to do your studies with your mami around? you loved her dearly, you did, but still you shuddered at the thought.

you padded over to the door on sock covered feet, rubbing your eyes which ached from concentrating for so long (even with all the self inflicted distractions) but you needed to memorize this case study before you could even think about stopping.

your frown deepened when you peeked through the small hole in your door and it had gone black clearly covered by something, cautiously undoing the chain halfway you peeked out through the crack to see who was there.

"hola!" you almost fell over in shock as an eye locked with yours, a tongue poked out next making your eyes roll and unlock the door properly with a huff.

the brunette grinned happily as you did, inviting herself inside with an armful of grocery bags and striding on past you as you sighed tiredly and closed the door, locking it again.

"ale. amor we talked about this, i have to study i cannot hang out today!" you reminded, spinning around and crying out in shock as she was mere centimeters from you, practically nose to nose.

"no hola?" the girl shook her head with a fake pout, taller body collapsing into yours as she hugged you.

"hola." you laughed as she inhaled deeply into your neck, pushing her off and rolling your eyes. "i missed you." your girlfriend defended, crossing her arms and awaiting you to say it back as you stayed silent.

"oh alexia i missed you too." the footballer mocked, tutting with a shake of her head. "i have to study. which means we agreed i would see you after my final, because you are a distraction putellas." you reminded sternly as she retreated back to your kitchen.

"i came here to cook you dinner mi amor, brain food. then i will leave, and you can go back to pretending like you do not miss me. which i know, you do!" she pointed to you with a wink and a cheeky grin, starting to unpack the paper bags she'd carried in with her.

"ale this is very sweet, but i really need to memorize these flash cards and-" your protests were silenced as the footballer strode back over and stole a kiss, hands on your hips and a nike beanie sitting lopsided on the top of her head.

"then go memorize. i will be quiet as a mouse, you will not even know i am here!" the girl zipped her lips, threw away the key and held her hands up as you couldn't help but smile as she sent you another wink.

knowing just how stubborn the girl could be you knew you weren't getting out of this and really you had missed her, between your exams and her training schedule you'd hardly seen your girlfriend over the last fortnight.

so with a sigh you shook your head in defeat, moving to hug her from behind, craning your neck up to kiss her cheek appreciatively as she tilted her head backward and tapped her lips making you laugh and peck them a few times.

"go study, vamos!" the girl ordered, foot cheekily kicking your ass causing you to playfully glare at her as you retreated back to the coffee table which was covered in your flashcards and textbooks.

sitting back down on the floor you tried to tune into your studies again, grabbing a marker and beginning to highlight all of the key points you wanted to have memorized by tonight from each subsection of your cards.

it went well for around a half an hour, the only thing occasionally pulling you from your thoughts the smell of whatever your girlfriend was cooking as you sat with your back to alexia and fought every temptation to turn around and talk to her.

but of course, alexia being alexia, was only well behaved for so long before she grew bored and a little restless, all of the real work done and now just awaiting the soup she'd made to stew and cook properly before it could be served.

your girlfriend pulled herself up to sit on the counter of your island bench, snacking away on a few spare sticks of carrot she hadn't used as she doom scrolled through her social medias before that too grew uninteresting.

swinging her feet she turned her head and watched you, only really able to see the back of your head but smiling softly realizing the hoodie adorning your top half was hers.

you were deep in thought, eyes scanning one of your flashcards intently when you could have sworn you felt something wet hit the back of your neck, you rubbed it with a frown but told yourself you must have been imagining it.

only a few seconds later, there it was again, but once more you rubbed the back of your neck unable to feel anything and huffing in annoyance, glancing upward to confirm there wasn't a leak of some sort.

but then a few seconds later you jumped as something bounced past you on the table, skidding to a stop as it thumped your text book and you pulled a face seeing it was a piece of carrot.

"are you throwing carrot at me?" you spun around with a scowl, throwing it back at her as she grinned innocently. "no, not at you!" she emphasized as you narrowed your eyes at her.

but putting two and two together from the mischievous sparkle in her eyes you sighed, a hand reaching back to dig around in the hood of your hoodie and sure enough you pulled out two more little pieces of carrot.

"alexia. amor i need to study. if you're bored go watch something in my room until the food is done." you offered, dropping the carrots onto the table and turning back around to focus on your notes.

you heard a gentle thud as she dropped down from the island, and as such you assumed she was going to your bedroom.

only a few seconds later arms wound around your neck, her chin settling on your head. "what are you studying?" alexia asked curiously, tanned fingers playing absentmindedly with the A necklace that she'd gifted you which never left your neck.

"law. did you forget?" you teased, the footballer mocking you and pinching your cheeks. "take a break. i read it is good for your...endorphins?" the brunette guessed making you chuckle.

"oh really? and where did you read this?" you questioned, eyes dropping back down to the flashcard in your hand. "mmm google. so is that a yes?" she asked hopefully, ducking down to kiss your cheek a few times.

"...no. i need to study!" you laughed, pushing her off as she groaned, throwing her head back to really push the dramatics of it. "i thought i wouldn't even know you were here alexia?" you challenged with a raise of your eyebrows as the taller girl held her hands up in surrender.

"vale vale. you got me! from now, you will not even know i am here." she promised, again zipping her lip as you hummed and turned back to your notes, alexia retreating into your bedroom to watch something as you'd suggested earlier.

you were rewarded by another five minutes of peace and quiet before you jolted, startled by loud over the top laughter coming from your bedroom, shaking your head knowing exactly what the brunette was trying to do.

and then came more laughter, again, and again, and again.

"there is no way whatever she is watching is that funny." you grumbled, pushing back and out of your chair, stomping over to your room finding your girlfriend curled up in your bed watching tv.

"are you done?" alexia asked, perking up and patting the empty spot behind her, opening her arms expectantly as you leaned in the doorway. "no. are you done fake laughing to get my attention?" you cocked an eyebrow as she scoffed.

"i was not!" "you were too."

"i do not even want your attention." your girlfriend shook her head firmly, crossing her arms and staring back at the tv. "oh no? well i will go back to my books then and-" you started to turn before she cracked, flopping herself down dramatically onto her back.

"vale, estoy mintiendo! i am bored and i miss you and i need your attention and i know you need to study but just watch a movie and eat dinner with me and then i will leave!" alexia groaned, arms covering her face as you shook your head.

"this is the part where you feel sorry for me." your girlfriend reminded, words muffled against her arms as your eyes rolled at her theatrics but none the less stepped forward into the bedroom.

"honestly putellas you the most dramatic girl in spain." you teased, slipping into bed beside her and squealing as she nearly tackled you down into a tight bear hug, kissing all over your face making you laugh.

"wait! cari is something...burning?" "mierda!"

"-and i had to ask you out on a date first because you were too shy." you remembered with a grin, tucking your legs beneath you as the girl across from you scoffed and pulled a face.

"i was not shy! sucia mentirosa." the footballer grumbled but you didn't miss the pink blush which coated her cheeks at the accusation, the pair of you sat out on the small balcony talking as to not wake posie.

"you were too. you wouldn't even say hello to me you just told your teammates how pretty i was!" you grinned knowingly as alexia once more scoffed, opening and closing her mouth like a fish trying to come up with a rebuttle.

"that is not how it happened!"

you'd first met alexia by coincidence, and then you didn't even know her name.

you'd been dragged along to a local football match, hardly a sports fan, by some of your friends as two of them had brothers who played. hopelessly confused you'd spent the majority of the match asking endless questions until one of them put a hand over your mouth and you grumbled you didn't even want to come in the first place.

but even among all your confusion you'd noticed right away there was something a little different about this team which was that there was both boys and girls playing.

granted there was an obvious difference in numbers, the boys made up the majority and most of the girls seemed to wait on the sidelines for a turn to play, except for one.

at first you'd really begun to pay attention when you realised that one girl was easily better than most if not all of the boys playing, despite the fact they were clearly taller and bigger and had no issues pushing her over for the ball.

but the girl never seemed to care, jumping right back to her feet and charging off after the culprit to get it right back, she'd even scored twice before the match was halfway done.

you also learned quite fast what her name was, seemingly quite popular she had a small crowd gathered on the sidelines cheering for her, most of which you assumed to be her family.

alexia.

you hadn't said a word to one another but for the next week you couldn't seem to shake her name from your head, and much to your friends shock you seemed eager to watch the football again that next weekend, inviting yourself as no one else did assuming you wouldn't want to go again.

you were a little less enthusiastic as you arrived and couldn't seem to find the brunette anywhere in sight, paying attention instead to the crash course about the rules your friends delivered to try and avoid another match full of endless questions.

it couldn't have been more than a few short moments until kick off when finally she appeared, a car screeching to a halt by the field as she stumbled out of it, hopping across the grass on one foot as she laced her boots up and effortlessly jumped the fence in her way.

what wasn't missed was the way you seemed much more engaged once she appeared, one of your friends elbowing the other with a nod and a knowing smirk at the fact, alexia quickly throwing her bag down and pushing her way into the team huddle.

"now we get it." you felt a nudge to your side and hummed, glancing to your friend with a small frown. "get what?" you asked cluelessly as they shared a grin, clearly in on some joke you'd missed.

"¡tienes un flechazo!" one of them sang out with a beaming smile as you scoffed and quickly shook your head. "no!" you protested with a roll of your eyes, the whistle blowing as the small crowd watching on cheered.

"sí, alexia. you have not taken your eyes off of her amiga, por favor!" the other laughed as you huffed and again rolled your eyes, assuring they were wrong and turning to watch the match as it begun.

"why else would you come chica? you hate football!" your friends teased as you shoved them away. "i do not. i just have not...watched before. we are not a sports family!" you defended, both your sister and your mami would rather poke their eyes out than be subjected to any form of athletics and you knew that for a fact.

"sure amiga, sure."

you became a regular to the matches after that, your friends teasing constant but you learned to block it out, surprisingly finding now you understood the game you didn't mind watching it as much, even when alexia was on the sidelines and not actually playing.

"¡buenas noticias!" you stumbled as one of your friends crashed into you, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you shot her a frown and kept walking, natalia having dropped you off not long ago.

your sister was also increasingly suspicious of your newfound football interest, only she didn't care enough to actually investigate, rather just comment it was boring and tell you to take the bus home as she had plans this afternoon.

"¿qué noticias?" you chuckled at her announcement, your friend seemingly unable to wipe the grin off her face so it must be good. "alexia thinks you are cute." the girl smirked as you felt your cheeks heat up and pushed her away.

"i told you to leave that alone." you warned sternly before glancing upward at the incoming clouds, your mami having insisted you wear a rain jacket you'd forgone you begun to think she might have been right.

"no no, really amiga! she asked mi hermano who you were last weekend because she noticed you keep coming with us. then she told nico that you were pretty, and nico told gabriella who told carmen who told me!" the girl rattled off as your head spun trying to keep up with the chain of information.

"ask her on a date chica." your friend encouraged eagerly as the two of you spotted your other friends who waved. "que? tonta. i cannot ask her on a date i do not even know her." you dismissed with a roll of your eyes.

"so? people go on dates to get to know each other, no? ask her after the game." the girl urged and you were grateful that the conversation seemed to die off as you met up with the rest of your friends, settling into other topics before the whistle blew.

however that peace did not last as the whistle blew once more for the end of the game, the topic of your apparent crush quickly resurfacing as your friends attempted to bully you into asking out alexia.

"no! detenerlo." you groaned, trying to leave but pushed toward the pitch as your friends brothers waved warmly, and at the smiles sent your way you begun to think this was becoming an inside job as one of them tapped alexia who had her back to you.

sure enough within seconds and some more pushing you were stood beside her, the group in a huddle and purposefully ignoring the pair of you leaving you no choice but to speak.

"good uh match." you smiled a little awkwardly as the taller girl returned one equally as forced. "gracias." she nodded curtly, looking away as you shifted on your feet. "you play?" the girl asked as you shook your head and she nodded slowly, again avoiding meeting your eyeline and shifting the bag on her shoulder, not much else to say.

drowning in the awkwardness of the situation as alexia sent you a a tight lipped smile but didn't say another word you pinched the back of your best friends arm with a glare.

"i am leaving! this is stupid we are not children." you whispered to her, taking off before someone else could grab you and with another nervous glance to the sky as thunder rumbled and you knew it was moments from arriving.

"meirda!" you cursed with a huff, seeing the next bus wouldn't arrive for another twenty minutes, and there really wasn't anywhere you'd be able to wait that was protected from the incoming storm.

you tried to call your sister but the phone rang out, and you knew your mami would be at work and wouldn't answer either. you were pulled from your worries at a tap on your shoulder, jolting with surprise and turning to see alexia stood behind you.

"lo siento. your friends said you left this?" the girl held out toward you a scarf, a scarf which did not belong to you as you sighed in realisation. "that is not mine." you shook your head as the brunette gave you an odd look.

"i think, i think our friends are trying to set us up." you explained with yet another awkward smile as alexia frowned in confusion. "set up?" she questioned slowly as she lowered the scarf.

"like set up." you emphasized but still it didn't seem to land as the taller girl shook her head still not getting it. "i-well they think i have a crush on you, and they said that you said you asked who i was and that you-" you begun to explain, wincing as the words left your mouth.

"that i?" alexia frowned again, urging you to continue. "that you told nico who told gabriella who told carmen who told my friends that you said i was pretty." you rambled out, feeling your face glow red with embarassment, especially at the look of bewilderment that crossed the girls face.

"es una tontería. lo siento i will give this back to them and-" you shook your head and grabbed the scarf from her hand, contemplating walking across town to the next bus stop just to get away from her.

"you are taking the bus?" alexia interrupted, fingers rubbing the corse material of the straps of her gym bag on her shoulder right as you turned to practically run away.

"i-sí." you sighed with a nod, unable to think of a lie quick enough. "me too. 652?" she asked as you nodded again, the two of you seemingly set on the same route.

"i normally see your family." you commented, a combination of embarrassed and grateful that the girl had so easily brushed off your comments earlier and making a mental note to use the scarf to strangle your friends later.

"they had to work." alexia explained with a shrug as you nodded, a silence falling between the pair of you as you willed time to pass faster but it seemed to only still.

but before either one of you could speak the skies opened and the rain which had been brooding for the last two hours broke free, coming in hard and fast and soaking you to the bone before you could even blink.

grumbling curses under your breath you wrapped the scarf around you as an attempt at shelter, vowing to listen from now on when you were told to take a rain jacket.

you felt a poke to your shoulder and saw alexia offering you her own rain jacket. "you use it." you shook your head as she did the same, pushing it into your hands. "needs a wash anyway." she joked pointing to her grass stained uniform and urging you to put it on.

"gracias." you smiled sincerely, alexia tugging the hood out where it had gotten stuck and carefully settling it over your head, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear which were stuck to your forehead.

"mejor." she nodded contentedly as you thanked her again, drowned in the smell of a perfume you didn't recognise but had strong undertones of cedar and vanilla, what you assumed alexia smelled like when she wasn't cowering under her own arms from the rain.

"so. you have a crush on me?" you choked on air at the statement, head whipping sideways and catching the small smile tugging at the taller girls lips as she glanced down at you.

"no. so you think i am pretty?" you quickly fired back with a raised eyebrow, alexia looking away but still with the same smile on her face as she shrugged.

"no."

"-and then after that you ran away anytime i tried to talk to you and made nico find out if i was single and into girls." you teased your ex with a grin who rolled her eyes, finishing her own tea and placing it down on the table beside your empty mug.

"he was lying!" alexia huffed, denying it as she'd done for years despite both of you knowing the truth. "you kept my jacket so i had to come and speak to you." alexia countered, pointing a finger at you accusingly causing a soft laugh to leave your lips.

"i was trying to come and speak to you so i could give you back your jacket. it took three more games before i caught you and finally asked you to get coffee with me!" you pointed right back at her as the now blonde pulled a face.

"i should have said no, saved myself the future pain." the girl shrugged as your eyes widened and you opened your mouth in shock but when she sent you a cheeky grin you knew she was only teasing, reaching across to where she sat and smacking her knee.

"imbécil!" you shot her a look as she winked, tapping her phone and sliding it into the pocket of her jeans as she stood. "i should go, i have to train tomorrow." she smiled now apologetically as you waved her off, quick to assure it was late and you didn't mean to keep her so long.

"thank you for dinner." alexia pulled you into a hug as you arrived to the front door, for a fleeting second hating how at home you still felt within her arms before she let go.

"thank you for doing the dishes. about time you learned!" you poked at her side as she flicked your ear and mumbled something under her breath.

"she is great, and very lucky to have you." alexia glanced over your shoulder, eyebrows gesturing toward posie's room, her door just askew as the two of you spoke in hushed tones already as to not wake her.

"maybe." you forced a smile as alexia cocked her head to the side, clearly about to question your tone as you cleared your throat. "i should go check on her." you interrupted as the taller girl nodded in understanding.

"maybe you could both have dinner with me again, i can cook?" she offered as you opened the door. "can you?" you mocked as alexia rolled her eyes, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence.

a silence which had her leaning in a little, then you leaning in a little, her eyes searching yours for any sign before she closed the distance all together and pressed her lips against yours.

kissing alexia felt like coming home, and with the way your mouths moved together it was obvious that both of you were exploring familiar territory, until suddenly a bitter bitter taste began to spread and you had to pull away.

"lo siento dios mio i crossed the line and i-" alexia began to panic, her cheeks glowing bright red as you were quick to put a hand on her cheek with a shake of your head.

"alexia i kissed you right back, detenerlo." you assured, thumb stroking her jawline for a second before you pulled your hand back with a sad smile.

"but i just-i just have to focus everything into mariposa, to be good enough for her, good enough for natalia. i do not have the room for a relationship right now ale and i do not want to hurt you again." you confessed, the words paining you like swallowing razor blades as you spat them out.

"i understand, the nena comes first. but maybe we can try, friends? i meant it when i said i wanted to help you amo-amiga." alexia was quick to correct with an awkward smile that you shared before she spoke again.

"friends who almost got married, sí?

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melaninfury · 29 days ago

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ASTROLOGY HARSH OPINIONS |||

Hi. So I heard you were looking for me...

Welcome to some good television. Its always 18+ round here so gear up.

Please don’t take this as astrological facts. These are more my experience and perspective. The whole chart and aspects must also be considered

~ Mars conjunct Neptune try stepping out of your illusions for me, no like take your foot and move out of LA LA LAND. Put down the vice, quit the maladaptive daydreaming, focus your mind off that person that didn't say anything just gave you the look and get to stepping towards your reality please...thank you bookie thank you. Not only that if you don't have an outlet why are you storing fucking trauma in your goddamn mind and body huh...? To many questions try answering them instead of letting them accumulate like a 18 question multiple choice quiz.

~ Mar conjunct Jupiter, let it be known that we all tried to tell you at some point you are alot to unpack, beliefs actions and change. When an idea or understanding hits your body it literally just explodes into the major truth or effect anything you touch can grow bad or good. Don't nobody got to give you the courage when this is placed a certain way. 9 times out of 10 you already started. Can be loud but not speak wise...Big Dog Vibes literally...lol

~ Mercury in Cancer tighten tf up or keep getting talked over plain and simple that sweet shit which is really trying to not upset people shit is going to turn you into a huge crab of an asshole no pun intended until you face that emotional baggage.

~ If that person has multiple placements in your 12th, and Chiron and malefic contacts that leave little to no room for joy, peace and love leave it thats a fucking enemy believe it because it will show you.

~ If your Saturn is in Aries and you have an anger problem and not a i start my own business or have my own or I am secure in leadership and discipline you just have one big ass problem. Get disciplined and I do mean fast cause your lesson are quick and harsh.

~ 8th house moons I repsect your deep profound psychological study on your parent and in turn yourself but please let that body see some sunlight and vitamin D including on the hard days no cave man tendencies will make you feel less in the dark. You isolator. Still one of the worst pains can come from this so be easy on yourself now.

~ Sun Conjunct Mercury is the real ego problem in our society.

~ I AM SO SORRY LEO and ARIES. I misjudged and misplaced my deep understanding of fire tragedy and absolute fucking ego that truly and will only stem from loins of a SAGITTARIUS. The literal evil of the fire signs. Fake easy going bull I tell you and trust me tooo much to say. The ego on these things runs forever, especially if they were ugly (to themselves) before i'm sorry. They are way to deep into the social pool and hierarchy anything at that point including you they think they can "analyze" boy just plug your ears if this one isn't to healed cause....

~ Y'all know that scene in another cinderella story, TOO MESSY! Boooooooooooo do better lol

~ Libras my libras the messiness has to stop, the unhealed ones are giving us all a bad name and I refuse to be surrounded by low class bitches that obviously has never seen BALANCE in their life claiming to be libra gang under guise of deviancy. Shame.

~ Never have a boss thats a Libra and the energy isn't grounded that bitch is fake... JKJK but especially with a cancer whammy no fire or earth outside of Capricorn selfish overworking ass energy to ground it. I'm telling you now its is a disaster.

~ If your workplace has a bunch of cardinal people....treat it like a carnival you do not know these people nor trust them in or outside of work. Special cases included getting everybody info and doing synastry to triple check I don't make the rules.

~ Virgo Energy is the real I wish a bitch would.

~ If that man has planets like Mars and Mercury and Saturn all over that Sun and Moon just know he is lords pet project and its best you leave him alone, most likely a lesson waiting to happen for the both of yous.

~ Scorpio mars will sexually manifest you even when you don't want them. Don't be toxic with it leave it alone because they like that they thrive off that they are in their power with that.

~ Chiron is something I notice people like to ignore then i look at their Chiron placement and i see exactly why for example homie your Chiron is in libra in your 5th house maybe your ways and the people you like are just not the best for you. When this is conjunct Juno IN MEN PLEASE RUN. Associating love or connection with this placement especially unhealed is not the healing bond you think it is

~ Somebody's Chiron conjunct your Lilith and/or mars can be a threat to you or perceive you as one.

~ Well how many times are you going to hide your trauma mars in the 8th. its right there but you want get angry at people when they trigger you but don't nobody know whats wrong with you.

~ Look to your Saturn to understand your hardships on a deeper even ancestral level, generation curses, losses and debt even lack of self worth. Master that Saturn and start uncovering your pain.

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uyuforu · 9 months ago

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Groom & Briede Persona Chart Observations III

Groom (5129), Briede (19029) are asteroids that are romance kind of asteroids. Groom represents the husband, and Briede represents the wife. If you are into men, look at your Groom Persona Chart, and if you are into women, look at Briede PC. Despite it is starting to be well known and recognized as asteroids, those two are still new, and we don't actually know that much in the end about those asteroids. Some say it will say the signs and placements of your FS, some say it will explain who is your FS. I have decided to make observations about it, and make a conclusion about those asteroids. Observations were made on married couple, still together or divorced, that I know.

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⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter in a Groom or Briede PC can represent where you'll meet, how you will meet first (sign & house).

⋆˚✿˖° Discovery made on those Observations. A false idea that goes around in the astro community is that the Groom/ Briede PC is supposed to tell you your FS' placements. It's not true! Actually, this is pretty rare and it happened in 10% of the cases I studied. Don't count on this, Groom and Briede PC are supposed to tell you who they are, it's describing your FS, and not revealing their NC.

⋆˚✿˖° Placements that usual happens to describe placements of your FS (NOT ALWAYS):

- Rising sign can usually say what elements FS' Rising is. And I have noticed that your Spouse Rising sign trines the Rising on Groom/ Briede PC. EX: If you have Cancer Rising on your Groom/ Briede PC, your FS can be Scorpio Rising, because Cancer trines Scorpio.

- Moon Sign or house can indeed tell more about your FS' Moon sign. Sign can represent their house or element their moon is in.

- Rising degree can also sometimes say more about their Rising, and sometimes their degree too.

- Ruler of the Rising can also say what is in their 1H or FS Rising can have the same ruler, tho be careful with that, not always. It worked 5% in all the natives I have studied.

⋆˚✿˖° Libra Rising can mean your Spouse is very pretty, very good looking and know how to present herself well. Charismatic spouse.

⋆˚✿˖° Rising 5°/ 17°/ 29° means popular spouse, spouse can wear a lot of expensive clothing.

⋆˚✿˖° Cancer Rising can mean your Spouse can already be a parent when you meet. Spouse can also look quite nice, innocent, good looking. Spouse can have a difficult relationships with food too, and it can impact their appearance.

⋆˚✿˖° Virgo Rising can mean FS can look cold, away, or just very hardworking. You can see FS as being this way and just very serious most of the times.

⋆˚✿˖° Capricorn Rising means you may respect your FS a lot, and see them as very serious, hardworking. You could see them as the leader, and the person in charge.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 11H means FS can be very popular, everyone can appreciate them. FS can party a lot and have a lot of friends.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 12H could mean Spouse could have felt lonely their whole life, and they could have felt like no one truly understood them. Spouse can also have a mental illness. Spouse is very private too.

⋆˚✿˖° Moon 7H can mean FS can be your first love.

⋆˚✿˖° Moon 6H means FS can struggle to have fun and let it go most of the times, FS can also be quite perfectionist and hardworking.

⋆˚✿˖° Moon 8H can mean Spouse can be secretive and never show how they truly feel. They can often fake their emotions in front of people for the sake of not being rude or annoying.

⋆˚✿˖° Gemini Mercury means FS can look like someone who is smart, they can look quite funny. They can just be someone who gives the impression everything is good in their life.

⋆˚✿˖° Mercury 1H can mean FS is very smart, has a lot of knowledge, FS has a strong voice too. FS can be just known for how smart they are, people respect that a lot.

⋆˚✿˖° Venus 7H means Spouse will be very much in love with Native. It's a sign of a love marriage.

⋆˚✿˖° Venus 8H can mean Native and Spouse will have a secret romance, cheating can be involved. Spouse can also be pretty secretive about their romance.

⋆˚✿˖° Venus 2H is a sign your Spouse knows how to present themselves well, they could like beautiful things. Spouse could have been in a family that has money and they never lacked anything. Spouse could have had easily what they always wanted, materially speaking.

⋆˚✿˖° Mars 8H means a lot of sexual activities, and just be very sexually attracted to spouse. Spouse can also be quite violent, or just has a lot of anger issues.

⋆˚✿˖° Mars 9H can mean your Spouse could have traveled a lot before, could have lived abroad.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter 5H means you will have children with Spouse, Spouse has a strong desire for children. Spouse is very creative, and spouse could have a lot of hobbies, mostly creative hobbies. Spouse could be very lucky in general in their life.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter 1H means your Spouse can be very attractive, good looking, or you could find them to be very good looking.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn 9H can mean Spouse will have hard time completing a diploma or with high studies in general.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn 10H means Spouse can have daddy issues.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus 4H means Native will have a step family from their spouse.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus 12H can also indicate Spouse will divorce for you to be together.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus 12H means Spouse's money status will transform and have a sudden change at some point and this can be because of the marriage.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus 7H means you could meet Spouse when they are in a relationship or while you are in a relationship. This could also indicate meeting for a contract.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus 5H means Spouse can have children at the most unexpected time, or will change their mind suddenly about children.

⋆˚✿˖° Neptune 8H can also be an indicator FS is very sensitive, and FS can feel like everyone hate them but it's not the case. FS can be a loner too, and be extra sensitive.

⋆˚✿˖° Neptune 3H means Spouse can lie very well, Spouse know how to use words to seduce. But can also mean Spouse isn't good at communication. It can also mean your Spouse is very secretive about their ideas and opinions. They don't necessarily lie but they are very secretive.

⋆˚✿˖° Neptune 5H means your Spouse is very creative, and has a lot of imagination. Spouse can also be very much in love with native that they forget reality. Can also mean Spouse has a child, that is hidden or forgotten. It can also mean your Spouse can have some illusions about children.

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⋆˚✿˖° Pluto 1H means your Spouse is possessive and very intense. Spouse is very sexy and attracts a lot of people who desire them.

⋆˚✿˖° Pluto 4H can mean your Spouse can have a broken family, or have to step away from their family to be with Native.

⋆˚✿˖° Chiron 7H can mean your marriage will be difficult, a toxic marriage. Spouse had a lot of toxic relationships.

⋆˚✿˖° Chiron 4H means Spouse's wound is def related to their family, and spouse could have had a difficult relationship with their parents.

⋆˚✿˖° Chiron 7H can also mean a difficult marriage. It can indicate a marriage where there are a lot of obstacles.

⋆˚✿˖° Union (1585) in Virgo 11H can mean you can meet each other as colleagues and bond over a friendship first. This could indicate them working for you or they are helping you at work.

⋆˚✿˖° Union 6H Capricorn is an indicator to meet at work. In this case, they can be your boss.

⋆˚✿˖° 10H Stellium means your Spouse can be very hardworking, and spouse can love their job. Spouse can be the one providing in the relationship.

⋆˚✿˖° 5H Stellium can mean Spouse will already have a child when you meet them, or love children, will want children.

⋆˚✿˖° Stellium 6H means work can be very important in the native and spouse's story.

⋆˚✿˖° Stellium in 4H could be a soulmate sign. You could feel like your FS is your Soulmate, you feel very linked to them.

⋆˚✿˖° 2H Ruler in 8H means Native and their Spouse will share their money or gain money together.

⋆˚✿˖° 2H Ruler in 10H means your Spouse can make a lot of money at work.

⋆˚✿˖° 3H Ruler in 8H can mean Native and their Spouse will have a secret flirt going on, or they can flirt together in a very subtile way.

⋆˚✿˖° 4H Ruled by Saturn can mean Spouse had a rough childhood, daddy Issues perhaps

⋆˚✿˖° 5H Ruler in 7H can mean Spouse and Native will flirt a lot.

⋆˚✿˖° 7H Ruler in 8H means Marriage/ relationship comes from cheating.

⋆˚✿˖° 7H Ruler in 11H means Spouse will need to divorce or stop a serious commitment to be with the Native.

⋆˚✿˖° 10H Ruler in 12H means the Native and their spouse will work and gain money together. Perhaps creating a company together for example.

⋆˚✿˖° 12H Ruler in 7H means you can be your spouse's second marriage, but not first. Spouse can be divorced or you'll end their first marriage.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun conjunct Juno means Spouse is your Soulmate, destined partner.

⋆˚✿˖° Venus conjunct Groom/ Briede means Native will fall in love very hard for Spouse.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter conjunct Saturn can mean you won't feel attracted to your FS when you meet them, you might not even be interested in them at first.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn opposite Sun means Spouse has daddy issues.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus conjunct Neptune 5H means Native can change Spouse's opinion about children. Spouse can have illusions about it and Native can cause a transformation on their desires.

⋆˚✿˖° Groom/ Briede conjunct Venus 1H means FS can have love at first sight and be the one chasing/ being interested first.

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Pairing- Yu Jimin (Karina) x fem reader

Genre- Smut, Fluff

Word count- 6899

Warnings- 18+ interactions only, G!p Jimin, dom Jimin, mean Jimin, oral, semi public, power imbalance, degration, aftercare, NSFW

A/N: Might’ve gotten a bit too into it but yk it’s yu Jimin who wouldn’t..

You weren’t supposed to be here.

Detention was for kids who didn’t care, who skipped class or smoked in the bathrooms or backtalked teachers with a smirk. You? You were the type who raised your hand too much. Who did extra credit “just in case.” Who ate lunch in the library because even the nerd table didn’t bother inviting you anymore.

But one stupid accident with the fire alarm and a Bunsen burner—and suddenly you were here. Sitting stiff in a too-small desk at the back of room 3-C, hugging your worn hoodie closer, trying not to glance at her.

Yu Jimin.

Legs stretched wide. Black skirt hiked dangerously high. One AirPod in. Not even pretending to do anything productive. Just chewing gum, phone glowing low in her palm, looking bored in the way only someone truly untouchable could.

She wasn’t just hot. That would’ve been easy to ignore.

She was terrifyingly hot. Rumors about her dripped through the halls like syrup. That she got head in the bathroom during finals week. That she made the soccer captain cry once—after hooking up with her. That she’d been suspended last semester for fighting a guy, and won.

And then there was you.

Pathetic little you, who squeaked when she brushed past you in the hallway. Who accidentally bumped into her in gym last month and apologized so hard you nearly cried. Who definitely didn’t stare at her mouth when she chewed her gum or her thighs when she sat like she owned the room.

You dropped your gaze to your notebook. Tried to focus. Pretend the air wasn’t buzzing with heat. That your thighs weren’t clenching.

A low scoff cut through the silence.

“Are you really trying to study in detention?” Jimin’s voice was thick with mockery, sharp and low like a blade sliding between your ribs.

You stiffened, fingers curling around your pen.

“I—I was just—”

“You know this isn’t gonna make you less of a loser, right?” she said, kicking one booted foot up onto the desk across from her. “God. You really are cute, though. All jumpy and awkward like some kicked puppy.”

You flushed, mortified. Your heart pounded painfully in your chest. “I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to—”

“Trying to impress me?” she cut in smoothly, finally lifting her gaze from her phone. Her eyes gleamed. “Don’t bother. I don’t do pathetic.”

You swallowed hard. Said nothing. Prayed she’d lose interest.

But instead, she stood.

Your stomach dropped as she sauntered over, slow and deliberate, like a predator taking her time. She stopped right beside your desk, hands sliding into the pockets of her skirt. The scent of her perfume hit you hard—dark, floral, expensive.

“You always this twitchy, or is it just me?” she asked, leaning down a little, voice a near-whisper. “Because every time I look at you, you get all pink and shaky like a virgin in a porno.”

You stared at your notebook, mortified. You could feel her smirk, even if you didn’t look.

Then—

A hand. Cool fingers curling under your chin. Forcing your face up to meet her gaze.

“You got a crush on me, loser?”

Silence. Heat. Your throat locked.

She laughed—low and cruel.

“Wow. That’s adorable.”

You should’ve shoved her hand away. Should’ve said something sharp, walked out, anything.

Instead, your thighs pressed together involuntarily—and she noticed.

Her eyes dropped, and her grin widened, predatory and amused.

“Well,” she said, straightening, “this just got interesting.”

She didn’t leave.

Instead, Jimin stepped around your desk, casually dragging the back of her fingers along its edge, like she was inspecting it—and you—with bored curiosity. Her presence loomed behind you, and every hair on your neck stood up.

“You really brought homework to detention,” she muttered, amused. “God, you’re precious.”

Your breath caught as she leaned over your shoulder. Her perfume was dizzying. You tried to hide the way your pen trembled in your hand, but she noticed that too.

“What is this?” she asked, flicking the top page of your worksheet with a finger. “Calculus? No wonder you’re so uptight.”

You opened your mouth, tried to say something—anything—but she was already sliding your books aside, scattering your neat little stack of papers like they were trash.

“H-Hey—”

“Relax,” she murmured, voice suddenly right at your ear. “You’ll survive ten minutes without extra credit.”

A few pages fluttered to the floor. Your pen clattered as she pushed it gently out of your grip. You froze, hands limp in your lap now, too aware of how close her front was to your back. The desk creaked as she leaned down more, pressing one hand beside yours, the other landing firmly on your knee.

“Tell me the truth,” she said. “You ever been touched like that?”

You blinked hard, blood pounding. “W-What—”

She laughed again—low, mean, and almost delighted.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

She leaned in so close, her lips nearly brushed your ear. “You ever get wet just from someone talking to you like this? From someone being a little mean?”

Your cheeks burned. She didn’t even wait for your answer.

Her hand slid higher on your thigh, slow and deliberate under the hem of your skirt. You squeaked, instinctively grabbing the edge of the desk.

“Y’know,” she went on, fingers teasing just beneath the fabric, “most girls don’t bring math homework to detention. But you? You’re just begging for someone to ruin all this good-girl bullshit.”

Your voice cracked when you whispered, “Jimin…”

She made a noise in the back of her throat—low and approving.

“Ohhh, that’s cute. Say it again.”

You bit your lip, barely able to breathe. The way she was crowding you, how her thigh now pressed between yours from behind, made your thoughts go fuzzy. The papers on your desk were crumpled now, shoved aside like they didn’t matter. Like they never had.

Because all that mattered now was her—her hand, her voice, and the slow way she rocked her hips against your chair.

“Bet you’ve thought about this,” she said, now grinding just enough for you to feel something hard beneath her skirt. “About someone taking your books away. Spreading you out on this desk. Making you cry for real—not ‘cause of a B+, but ‘cause you’re stuffed so full you can’t even think.”

Your breath hitched.

“Should I show you?” she asked. Her voice dropped, a whisper that burned hot in your core. “Should I make you mine, right here on top of your precious homework?”

_____

Your voice caught in your throat.

You should’ve said no. Should’ve done something—moved, protested, anything. But your body betrayed you first, thighs clenching instinctively around hers, your breathing shallow and hitched. The answer was written all over your skin—flushed, trembling, soaked through your underwear.

Jimin knew.

“That’s what I thought,” she murmured, smirking as her hand slid higher, fingers brushing the edge of your panties under your skirt. “Soaked already, huh? You’re seriously that desperate for it?”

Her fingers grazed your clothed slit, and your whole body jolted.

She laughed softly, dark and mean. “Fucking adorable.”

With one hand still pressed flat beside your hip, she used the other to shove aside your remaining papers—your messy, scribbled math notes and the half-finished extra credit worksheet—until your desk was mostly clear. Then she moved fast.

“Stand up.”

You hesitated—just for a second. That was all she needed.

Suddenly her hand was in your hair, yanking gently but firmly, making your spine arch as you gasped.

“I said, stand.” She looked down at you, her voice quiet but cutting. “Or do you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you like a bitch in heat while your little math homework soaks up your moans?”

You scrambled to your feet, legs trembling, heart hammering like a caged animal.

The desk dug into your thighs as she turned you and bent you forward with a single, dominant push. Your palms slapped against the surface—papers crinkling under your fingers.

Then you heard it: the low, unmistakable click of her belt.

“W-Wait,” you breathed, panicked and turned on beyond reason. “You… you have a—?”

Jimin leaned down, her breath hot on your neck as she whispered, “Didn’t expect the rumors to be true, huh, baby?”

She pressed her hips forward. Something thick and hard rubbed against the curve of your ass, straining under her skirt.

“I don’t fuck around,” she purred. “And tonight, neither do you.”

Your head dropped to your arms. Your panties were tugged down in one rough motion, the cold air hitting your slick core like a shock. Then—warm fingers spreading you open. Teasing. Testing.

“Fuck,” she muttered behind you, almost reverently. “Look at this mess. You really needed this, huh?”

You let out a broken sound when her cock—not silicone, real, hot and leaking—pressed against your entrance.

“Hope you’re ready, loser,” Jimin whispered, lining herself up. “I’m not stopping ‘til you’re ruined.”

And then she pushed in.

It was slow at first—stretching, burning, splitting you open with each inch. You whined, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk. But she didn’t stop. Just kept sliding in, groaning under her breath as your walls fluttered helplessly around her.

When she bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, she leaned in close again. Her hand slid between your legs, stroking lazily as she murmured in your ear:

“Now be a good girl and take it. Just like I know you’ve been fantasizing about every time you saw me in the halls.”

Then she pulled back—and started to fuck you in earnest.

Her hips snapped forward again, driving into you with sharp, perfect rhythm. Your breath caught on every thrust, moans spilling from your mouth without your permission. It was too much, too deep, too good—your brain short-circuiting under the weight of sensation.

Jimin groaned, low and breathless. “Fuck. You clench like you’re in love with me or something.”

Your cheeks flamed. You wanted to deny it—wanted to say something, but all that came out was a whimper as she slammed into you again, harder this time. The desk creaked. Your notes were damp with sweat and spit, crumpled under your hands like the last remnants of a version of you that no longer existed.

She leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, her mouth back at your ear—close enough that you could feel the smirk in every word.

“Bet you’ve never had anyone talk to you like this,” she whispered, breath hot. “No one’s ever made you feel like this, huh?”

You shook your head weakly, tears stinging your lashes.

“That’s what I thought,” she cooed. “All that good-girl crap. All those little A+ grades and cute-ass pencil cases. What a waste.”

She rocked her hips slow—deep—drawing out every trembling whine from your lips before snapping forward again.

“You’re so much better like this, baby,” she murmured. “Bent over. Full of cock. Dumb and messy and mine.”

You let out a cracked, broken moan—and that made her chuckle.

“There it is,” she whispered. “My perfect little loser. Melting all over my dick like you were made to get ruined by me.”

Her hand curled around your throat—not choking, just holding—just reminding you who was in control.

“I see you now,” she said, voice gentler than it had any right to be. “All those stupid, desperate stares in the hallway? You could’ve just said you wanted this. Could’ve told me you wanted to be my personal stress relief.”

Another slow, punishing thrust. You choked on a sob.

“I’d have bent you over weeks ago, babe.”

You didn’t recognize the noise you made when her fingers slid down again, brushing your clit in tight, perfect circles that made your legs tremble.

“Don’t worry,” she breathed, pressing kisses to your shoulder like they were sweet when they were anything but. “You’re mine now. No more homework. No more lonely lunches. Just me, and this perfect little body.”

Your moans were almost sobs now. Your thighs shook. You were close—so close—and she knew.

“Gonna cum for me?” she whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “Gonna make a mess all over your fucking desk, like a needy little toy?”

She didn’t even wait for your answer.

“You better. You better cum for me, baby, or I’ll fuck you until your legs stop working.”

You came so hard, your vision blurred.

Your orgasm hit like a wave you didn’t see coming—sudden, overwhelming, stealing the air from your lungs. Your legs buckled, mouth open in a silent cry as your body trembled beneath her.

Jimin didn’t slow.

She rode it out, dragging out every aftershock with deep, possessive thrusts that left you gasping, squirming—raw. Your walls clenched around her, slick and spasming, making her hiss through her teeth.

“Fuck,” she groaned, grip tightening on your hips. “You’re gonna kill me with this pussy.”

She thrust once, twice more—then buried herself deep, a shudder rolling through her chest against your back. You felt her cock twitch inside you, and then warmth. She stayed like that for a moment, letting her weight rest against you, her breath fanning hot across your neck.

The classroom was quiet now, except for your ragged breathing and the faint creak of the desk beneath your slumped body.

Then—softly, unexpectedly—Jimin pressed a kiss behind your ear. Not teasing. Not mocking.

Just… warm.

“Damn,” she muttered. “You really were made for this.”

You made a broken noise in response—something between a laugh and a sob. Your legs felt like jelly. Your face was wet. You were drooling onto your own fucking homework.

She noticed. Of course she did.

“Aww,” she said with a soft coo, dragging her thumb gently across your cheek. “You crying for me already, nerd?”

You sniffled. “You’re awful.”

That made her grin.

“Yeah,” she said, sliding out slowly, careful, her hand coming up to hold your waist when your knees wobbled. “But I’m your awful.”

She tucked herself back into her skirt with practiced ease, then gently helped you up. You winced, legs unsteady, and she made a pleased noise as she pulled you flush against her chest.

“God, look at you. Wrecked. Ruined. Probably never gonna look at a graphing calculator the same again.”

You buried your face in her shoulder, humiliated and blissed-out. “You’re the worst.”

“Nah,” she whispered, nuzzling your hair. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Her fingers trailed down your back again—slow, possessive.

“Next time,” she murmured, lips brushing your temple, “I’m taking you in the library. Right where you eat your sad little sandwich. So everyone knows who you belong to.”

You shivered.

She pulled away just enough to look at your face—messy, flushed, eyes glassy.

“You okay?” she asked, quieter now. “Too much?”

You shook your head. She nodded once, serious for a beat, then kissed your forehead like she meant it.

“Good. ‘Cause this isn’t a one-time thing,” she said. “You’re mine now, loser.”

You didn’t move for a while.

Your legs were too weak, your brain too fuzzy, and everything below your waist felt warm and aching and full, even though she’d already pulled out. You just stood there in her arms, small and quiet, the back of your skirt wrinkled and your panties dangling around one ankle.

Jimin held you steady, like it was nothing. Like you weren’t a trembling wreck she’d just ruined over your own calculus homework.

She clicked her tongue. “God. You’re so fucking helpless.”

Her voice was sharp, but her hands were soft as she smoothed your skirt back down, then bent to help you step out of your underwear completely. She folded them into her pocket without asking—like she owned them now.

You didn’t even try to stop her.

“You really are a mess,” she muttered, guiding you back to the chair. She plopped down first and tugged you into her lap like a toy she’d decided to keep—your thighs straddling hers, face tucked into the crook of her shoulder. “Bet you couldn’t even walk home like this. Pathetic.”

You let yourself sink into her chest, boneless and dazed.

“You’re such a brat,” she added, fingers carding gently through your hair. “Acting all quiet and smart, hiding behind your little notebooks, pretending like you don’t want someone to just wreck you.”

You whimpered a little, embarrassed. Her arms tightened.

“You do want that,” she whispered, pressing her lips to the side of your head. “You want someone to see how fucking sweet you are under all that shy bullshit. And guess what, baby?”

She cupped your cheek, tilting your face up so you had to look her in the eyes.

“I see you.”

You blinked at her—wide-eyed and small, cheeks still damp, lips kiss-bitten.

“I see all of it,” she said, quieter now. “And if anyone else ever looks at you like you’re available, I swear to god I’ll make them cry.”

You swallowed, too full of emotion to say anything. She tapped your lip with two fingers.

“Next time,” she said casually, “I’m bringing snacks. And a blanket. ‘Cause clearly you need post-fuck nesting like some pathetic little kitten.”

You buried your face in her shoulder again, heart thudding painfully at her chest.

“I’m serious,” she mumbled, one hand rubbing slow circles between your shoulder blades. “You act like you hate me, but I know you’re in love. You’re obsessed.”

You mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” she teased. “Was that a confession? You gonna cry again if I kiss your forehead?”

She did it anyway. Kissed you there. Soft and possessive.

“I’ll take care of you, dumbass,” she said. “You’re mine now. Deal with it.”

And even though she was still calling you names, still being mean…

You’d never felt more safe in your life.

Eventually, the silence in the detention room grew heavy with the smell of sweat and cheap perfume. The clock ticked closer to six, and the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in tired yellow.

But you stayed curled in her lap, soft and sleepy and still twitching a little every time her hands skimmed over your thighs.

Jimin shifted under you and sighed dramatically, her arms still holding you close like you might try to run. “Alright, loser. Detention’s over. Time to move.”

You whined softly, nose buried in her collar.

She scoffed.

“God, you’re needy.” But her hand came up to cradle the back of your head again, thumb brushing over your ear in a way that made your lashes flutter. “Fine. Just give me a second.”

She leaned forward with you still draped across her lap and started gathering your scattered papers one-handed. Your pen. Your crumpled worksheet. Your calculator. She clicked her tongue when she saw the damp smudge across your graph paper from where you’d drooled.

“Look at this disaster. You really did ruin your homework.” She smirked. “Guess I’ll have to do it for you now, too. Useless.”

You made a small noise of protest, and she cut you off with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Shut up. I’m good at math.”

With surprising care, she tucked everything into your bag, then stood with you in her arms like you weighed nothing. You clung to her automatically, legs wrapped loosely around her waist, cheek resting against her shoulder as she carried you out into the empty hallway.

“You’re such a little princess,” she muttered, kissing your jaw between steps. “Can’t even walk after one round? I should be offended.”

You mumbled into her neck, and she snorted.

“Yeah, yeah. You loved it.”

She carried you all the way to her car. Opened the passenger door. Buckled you in.

Once you were tucked safely in your seat, your knees drawn up under her oversized hoodie (she’d stripped it off and draped it over you without a word), Jimin dumped your backpack into the backseat and slid in beside you with a satisfied sigh.

“You’re coming to my place,” she said, like it was already decided. “You can nap or whatever while I fix your stupid homework.”

You blinked at her, still dazed. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes I do,” she cut in smoothly. “You think I’m gonna let anyone else look at your stupid essays and see the heart you dotted over the ‘i’ in your name?”

You covered your face, groaning. “I hate you.”

She leaned over and kissed your temple. “Liar.”

_____

You were curled up on her bed in her clothes, warm and soft and full of post-orgasm exhaustion while Jimin sat at her desk, your calculus book open beside your notes.

She twirled your pen between her fingers like a knife.

“You write like a twelve-year-old,” she muttered, scribbling your answers faster than you ever could.

You rolled onto your side, cheek squished against her pillow. “You’re mean.”

She didn’t look up, but you saw the corner of her mouth twitch into a smirk.

“Yeah, but I’m doing your homework and feeding you later, so shut up and let me spoil you.”

Your chest squeezed.

She really was the worst. And she really was yours.

_____

You dozed for a bit—just long enough to lose track of time. Her bed was stupidly soft, her hoodie smelled like her shampoo, and your body was still buzzing from everything she’d done to you.

At some point, you rolled over and realized she was no longer at her desk.

Then you smelled it.

Something warm, savory, and very, very intentional.

You sat up slowly, a little sore, still wearing nothing but her oversized t-shirt and boxers that practically hung off your hips. Padding quietly down the hall, you peeked into the kitchen—and nearly melted on the spot.

Jimin stood barefoot at the stove, brow furrowed like she was solving a physics equation, stirring a pan and tasting the sauce with the same precision she used to ruin you in detention. Her sleeves were pushed up, her tattoos on display, and your favorite song was playing low from her speaker.

On the counter, you spotted a cutting board with ingredients you definitely mentioned earlier in the week when she kept “casually” asking about your comfort meals. She’d pretended it was part of a joke.

“You really like that stuff?” she’d said, twirling her pen. “That basic-ass dish? For real?”

But she remembered.

Every. Single. Thing.

You stepped in, quiet, until she glanced over and caught you watching.

She rolled her eyes.

“Jesus,” she said, flipping something in the pan like a pro. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not that big of a deal.”

You opened your mouth, but she cut you off.

“I was hungry anyway. You just happen to be pathetic and weak and clearly too dumb to cook for yourself, so…” she shrugged, her voice dropping. “Whatever.”

You smiled, cheeks burning.

She glanced at you again, noticed the way you were wrapped in her clothes, your knees knocking together.

She exhaled. “You look like a fucking kicked puppy.”

Then: “Sit down.”

You sat.

A few minutes later, she brought you a plate—your plate, actually. She must’ve stolen it from your Instagram story or something. Everything you liked, made exactly how you liked it. Even the seasoning was perfect. Your favorite drink followed a minute later, poured into a glass with ice the way you always did it.

When you looked up at her, stunned, she crossed her arms and stared at you like she was daring you to say something embarrassing.

You did anyway. Quietly.

“…You remembered all of it.”

She scowled.

“I’m not an idiot.”

You took a bite. Your eyes widened.

“Holy shit.”

She smirked—just a little. “Of course it’s good. I don’t half-ass things.”

When you tried to offer her some, she leaned down, stole a bite from your fork, and winked. “Tastes better when I eat it from your plate, obviously.”

After dinner, she disappeared into the kitchen again. You assumed she was doing dishes—until she came back with a whole dessert, carefully plated with toppings, looking like something out of a bakery window.

You blinked. “Did you just—”

“No,” she said immediately. “Shut up. Eat it.”

You did. It was perfect. She watched you like it was a test.

You set your fork down, cheeks full. “You’re kind of insane.”

She leaned back in her chair, eyeing you lazily. “And you’re kind of spoiled.”

Then, quieter: “But I guess I don’t mind.”

She reached out and wiped a crumb off your lip with her thumb. Then sucked it into her mouth slowly, eyes on yours the whole time.

“I like feeding my little nerd,” she said, mean and sweet and dangerous. “Makes you extra obedient.”

You wanted to crawl into her lap again. Maybe forever.

After dessert, the air in the room shifted. You felt full—not just physically, but in a way that made your chest warm and your pulse race, even in the quiet.

Jimin leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched you finish your food, still feeling the weight of her attention. You hadn’t noticed, but your legs were subconsciously pressed together, like you were trying to hide the way your body reacted to her every move. Every word.

“You look all full and cute now,” she said, voice low. “Like a little pet after a nice meal.”

You made a face at her. “I’m not your pet.”

She raised an eyebrow, giving you that smirk that made your insides twist. “Sure you’re not. But you are my little loser, and that’s basically the same thing.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real force behind it.

“Come on.” Jimin stood up, walking over to the couch and sitting down with an exaggerated sigh. “Get over here, loser. I don’t bite—unless you ask.”

You felt your pulse skip at the teasing tone in her voice, and despite yourself, you followed her. She patted the spot next to her on the couch, a little more casual than you expected.

You sat down, a little awkward, but she didn’t let you stay that way for long. She tugged you to sit sideways on her lap with a single hand on your waist. She didn’t even look at you—just made herself comfortable with her arms around your waist, settling you into place.

You couldn’t help but melt against her, your cheek on her shoulder, feeling her warm body under yours.

She was quiet for a second—just watching you, fingers tracing lazily up your side.

“You’re such a mess,” she murmured, soft and low. “So fucking easy to handle. One little meal and you’re basically purring.”

You were about to protest, but she cut you off before you could.

“Don’t start. I know you love it.” She kissed the top of your head. “I told you I’d spoil you. You can pretend you hate it all you want, but you’re mine now.”

You felt a knot in your chest, the weight of her words sinking in deep. You could feel the truth of them in your bones, and the rush of desire you’d tried to bury was coming back with full force.

“I don’t need to hear this,” you mumbled, but even as you said it, your heart was beating so hard you thought it might give out.

Jimin chuckled, her hands sliding down your back in lazy strokes. She kissed your ear softly, nipping at the lobe in a teasing way that made your whole body shiver.

“You’re cute when you’re pretending you don’t want me,” she whispered. “I can feel you getting soft for me all over again. Adorable.”

You shifted on her lap, trying to hide the growing heat between your legs. Jimin, of course, noticed immediately.

“Aww,” she cooed mockingly, her hands tightening around your waist. “Do I turn you on that much, princess?”

You flushed deep red, face burning. “I—stop it.”

She laughed, but it wasn’t the cruel laugh from before. This time, it was warmer—almost affectionate, but still with that sharp edge.

“C’mon,” she said, kissing your temple. “Relax. You’ve had a long day of being a brat. Let me take care of you.”

You leaned into her more, letting her hold you close, your head against her shoulder. You could feel her fingers lazily playing with your hair, soothing you in a way that almost made you forget how badly she teased.

And yet, every once in a while, she’d murmur something that made your heart race again.

“You’re so lucky I’m into you, you know?” she said. “I could be out with someone who’s not a total fucking nerd. But I like my little messes. Makes me feel powerful.”

You felt the weight of her words, but instead of pushing you away, it only made you cling to her a little more, sinking into her warmth.

“And don’t think I’m done spoiling you,” she added, voice low. “You’re not allowed to go back to being that boring little good girl. Not when I’ve got you this way.”

You let out a soft sigh, knowing deep down that you’d never want to go back. Not now. Not after she’d ruined you, in the best way possible.

“Good,” she murmured, resting her chin on top of your head. “I like it when you’re mine.”

You could’ve stayed like that forever—wrapped in her arms, the tension between you both starting to soften into something deeper.

But, as always, Jimin had to remind you she wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“Now,” she said, pushing you off her lap with just enough force to make you stumble, “get in bed. I’m not letting you go until you’re completely worn out from me. And we both know it won’t take long.”

You didn’t protest this time.

You just followed her obediently, knowing it was exactly where you wanted to be.

_____

You were buried in a mountain of flashcards and textbooks, the library’s hushed stillness pressing in around you. Your lunch—a lukewarm sandwich and an apple—sat neglected at the edge of the table, shielded by scattered notes and half-finished diagrams. You’d told yourself you’d stay late this afternoon, get ahead on biology before Jimin picked you up for… whatever was next.

Your hair fell in your face as you leaned down to scribble another note, pen scratching paper in the quiet. The distant hum of the air conditioner was the only sound until you felt it: a soft brush against your ankle.

You froze.

At first, you thought it was a trick of the breeze—or your imagination. But then you saw it: the hem of Jimin’s skirt slipping under the desk, and her fingers brushing your calf. Panic fluttered in your chest as you realized what she was doing.

You snapped your head up to scan the room. A few students glanced up from their laptops, but no one paid real attention. The librarian was at the far end, shelving books, too absorbed to notice the scene unfolding beneath the table. Your pulse thundered.

You swallowed, tugging at your hair to tuck it behind your ear, trying to appear calm. “Jimin?” you whispered, voice barely more than a breath.

She didn’t answer. Instead, her hand slid higher, teasing the inside of your thigh just beneath the edge of your skirt. You bit your lip, your pen stabbing at the notebook in distress.

Without warning, she leaned in, her breath cool against your inner thigh. Her tongue flicked out, tracing a line from your knee up to where your panties were soaked through. You gasped, clutching your pen, and dropped your forehead onto the open page of your textbook, hiding your face behind the printed paragraphs.

The world became the scent of old paper and Jimin’s perfume as her mouth found the seam of your panties. You twisted, trying to keep your voice down, but you couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped past your lips.

“Shh,” she murmured against your skin, sliding your panties aside. Her hand curled around your wrist gently, pressing it against the underside of the desk so you wouldn’t flail. “Don’t be so loud, baby.”

Your hair curtained your face as you pressed back, thighs clenching instinctively around her head. She chuckled—low, pleased. “Good girl.”

Her tongue dipped between your folds, soft and insistent, and you nearly strangled on a muffled cry. You tried to clutch the textbook for support, but your other hand found Jimin’s hair, threading through the silky strands, guiding her closer. Every hitch of her breath against you sent tremors through your core.

The library’s quiet seemed to stretch forever as Jimin worked you with careful precision—sliding her tongue along your slit, flattening it against you, then flicking it over your clit in tiny, teasing circles. You bit down on the edge of your textbook, trying to keep quiet, but your body was already betraying you.

Her hand found your other thigh, pressing it open wider as she deepened her ministrations. “Look at you,” she whispered, voice thick. “So desperate—hiding behind your books like some shy little mouse.”

You could only whimper, pressing your face into the textbook as her tongue darted inside you. The feel of her lips wrapped around you, the slick heat of her mouth—it was too much. Your toes curled, and you shifted in your seat, but Jimin’s hand held you firmly in place.

“Gonna cum, aren’t you?” she teased, one finger slipping inside you in time with her tongue. “Such a needy little nerd. You love this, don’t you?”

Your head throbbed against the page, vision blurring as waves of pleasure built behind your eyes. You tried to answer, to deny it, but all that emerged was a broken whisper: “Y-yes…”

That was enough for her. Her movements grew more deliberate, fingers pumping inside you while her tongue worked magic on your clit. You bit down harder on the textbook, knuckles whitening as you fought to keep your voices of ecstasy contained.

And then it happened—you tumbled over the edge, a rush of heat and tension that ripped through your body, making you shudder and quake. You clutched the desk leg, head buried in your book, hair matted against your face, as you came with an almost inhuman keening.

Jimin stayed right there, riding out every spasm of your orgasm with slow, patient strokes until you were a trembling mess in her lap beneath the desk. She pulled back, leaving you panting and sore, glancing up at you briefly with a cruel-smile-gone-soft.

“Pathetic,” she whispered, sliding back into her seat as if nothing happened. She tucked your hair behind your ear from under the desk, popping your panties back into place with casual precision. “Now focus. You’ve got a quiz in thirty minutes.”

You lifted your head, cheeks blazing hot, and stared at her—hair still falling in your face, eyes glassy. She slid a book across the table to block the view of her legs beneath the desk.

“Try to act normal,” she said, voice smug. “Or I’ll do it again.”

Your hand still shook as you picked up your pen, trying to write a coherent note. Jimin leaned over, her breath ghosting your ear as she murmured, “I’m always watching you, loser.”

And you—god, you—couldn’t help but obey.

Jimin didn’t slip away when you thought she might. Instead, she stayed—perched on the metal chair across from you, legs crossed, one boot tapping softly on the floor. The tip of her pencil hovered over her own notebook, but her eyes never left you.

You stared at your biology text, trying to get back into the diagrams of mitochondria, but every time you turned a page, you felt her watching. Then you caught sight of her tongue, sliding slowly over her bottom lip, and you knew you hadn’t imagined how she savored you under the desk.

She sighed—quiet, almost pained. You glanced up, heart lurching.

“Ugh,” she muttered, rubbing at her temple as if you’d just interrupted her headache. But the tone wasn’t annoyed; it was… wistful.

Your stomach fluttered. “Jimin—” you began, but she held up a finger.

“Shh,” she said, voice low. She leaned forward, folding her arms on the desk so her chin rested on her knuckles. “You taste so good. Like… like honey and something floral. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. You tried to focus on your notes—drawing a shaky arrow between two lines of text—but her words echoed in your skull.

“I swear,” she continued, tone casual as if she were complaining about cafeteria pizza. “Every time I chew gum, I almost taste you. It’s driving me insane.”

Your pen slipped from your fingers and clattered to the floor. Jimin’s gaze flicked down to it, then back to you with that half-smirk of hers. “Pick it up,” she ordered softly.

You bent to retrieve it—careful not to expose yourself—and when you sat back up, she was watching your mouth, licking her own lips.

“Don’t make me come back under there,” she teased, voice barely more than a whisper. “Because I will if I have to taste you again. And trust me, I want to. Bad.”

Your pulse thundered so loud you were sure the whole library could hear it. You tried to force your pen to move, scrawling down a definition, but every stroke felt like static.

Jimin straightened, sliding her chair just an inch closer—just enough that her thigh brushed yours under the table. “You know,” she said, tone mocking but gentle, “maybe I’ll kick everyone out and we’ll make our own little study sesh.”

You dared a glance up. Her eyes were soft around the edges, but still bright and sharp. She was serious. And possessive.

“Just… next time,” she added, voice so low you could barely hear it, “leave the books at home.”

She leaned back, picked up her textbook, and opened it with a deliberate snap—like she was done complaining and now expected you to do your work. But you knew better. You could feel the promise in the way she watched you, the way her thigh rested against yours.

And somewhere, between the definitions and the diagrams, you realized you wouldn’t mind at all if she did come back under there. Not even a little.

_____

The library clock ticked closer to closing time, its soft chime hinting at the end of another long afternoon. You closed your textbook with a decisive snap, heart still fluttering from the memory of Jimin’s confession. Across the table, she tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Done?” she asked, irritation still flitting beneath her words—an irritation you’d come to recognize as care.

You offered a small, tired smile. “Finished,” you whispered.

Her eyes softened, the usual sharpness melting just enough to show relief. She stretched, stretching you against her side, and pushed her chair back. “Good. Let’s get out of here before they lock the doors.”

You packed your things slowly, savoring each movement—zipped pencil case, carefully stacked notes, the lingering warmth of her thigh against yours under the table. When you turned to face her, Jimin’s gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if reading every unsaid thought.

“Hey,” she said, voice gentler now. “About earlier… I’m—”

You pressed a finger to her lips.

“I know,” you murmured. “And I…” A beat, then, softer: “I like it. All of it. Even when you’re mean.”

Her smirk returned, half-lidded and satisfied. “Of course you do, loser. You’re mine, remember?”

You laughed quietly, leaning up to kiss her temple. “Mine.”

Hand in hand, you stepped out into the dusk-lit courtyard. The cool air felt electric against your overheated skin. Jimin slipped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked.

“I have one more surprise,” she said, voice playful instead of cruel. “Remember how you said you wanted to try that little café down the street?”

You blinked. “You remembered?”

“Duh,” she replied, guiding you toward the gate. “I like doing things you like.”

Your chest swelled. “Thank you.”

She punched your arm lightly. “Don’t get sappy on me now.”

At the café, tucked into a corner booth, you ordered the warm pastries and whipped cream–topped cocoa you’d mentioned. As you waited, Jimin reached across the table, her fingers tangling with yours.

“You know,” she said, leaning in so her voice was only for you, “I never thought I’d actually care about someone’s favorite food. But with you… it matters.”

You squeezed her hand. “I’m glad.”

She grinned, that signature glint in her eye. “Yeah, yeah. Just eat your damn croissant before I steal it.”

You laughed, leaning into her warmth as the barista delivered your treats. Steam curled from the mug as you both took a cautious sip—perfectly sweet, just like the last months had become.

Jimin watched you, satisfied, until you caught her eye and winked. She rolled her eyes, but the tilt of her lips betrayed her. Then, softly, in a tone that was more promise than tease, she murmured, “Welcome to forever, loser.”

You pressed a kiss to her knuckles, heart full. “Forever,” you echoed, as the world outside faded into the soft glow of café lights and the shared warmth of two perfectly mismatched souls—mean girl and loser, now something infinitely more.

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