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reidsqlick · 2 months

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You’ll be back, right? || (S.R)

pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

summary: Spencer and you had been close friends, but due to an unexpected, sudden reason that friendship had fallen through, and led to what seems to be a rivalry.. what happens when you confront him of this?

warning(s): (MDNI 18+), softdom!spencer, unprotected sex, p in v, swearing, I don’t believe there’s any more but if there is please enlighten me 💔💔.

word count: 3,7k

Working for the FBI was a challenge, everyone who looked into the FBI, or had been an agent would tell you the same. As an agent, you’ve definitely come close to death many times throughout your career, you had known that’s what came with the job, and you more than ready for that. You were quite honestly ready for whatever this job could bring your way. Ready to tackle each obstacle with such ease, so much to the point you didn’t even care what could be thrown your way.

That’s what you thought until you had met Dr. Spencer Reid. Being transferred to this unit of yours was something you had no issue doing. Ready for whatever it brought you, whatever new challenges this career brought you. Nothing, and I mean nothing was going to get in the way of that mindset of yours you were so, ultimately set on.

Unfortunately, that mindset hadn’t met Spencer Walter Reid. The genius of the BAU. Mr. “187 IQ”. Once a twenty-four year old kid prodigy who knew more than most at that age. Now, obviously not twenty-four, and not quite a ‘kid prodigy’ anymore.

The man had gotten on your nerves since the day he chose his ego over you. Not cause he was necessarily a bad guy, he was actually friends with you. However, the shit that got on your nerves was the fact he was open about disliking you, his ego slowly becoming more important than your friendship sometime during your duration of working there.

Forever you thought about what you had done. At first, you two were oh so close, as close as one can get with Reid, at the time he at least could have tolerate saying more than at minimum, five word sentences to you in passing, or because Hotch had asked you two to pair up to go check things out.

He always teased you at work. Either making some snide comment about your intelligence, or critiquing the way you had gotten your part of the job done. God, it was aggravating to say the least. With each snide comment that was said in passing, the more he pissed you off.

You really hadn’t hated him. You had hated the way he was so rude towards you. You truly never got it, never understood how he could be so nice to you when you had joined, talking to you more than a friend should, but, hey.. he probably talked to everyone like that, right?

One day it snapped. He just… started being an absolute piss poor son of a bitch who couldn’t get enough of himself. Wafting in every comment of some girl on a case in passing, it stroking his ego. God, the man was so aggravating in every way possible. You just couldn’t understand what changed with him.

Yeah, okay. If we’re being honest with one another, I liked him, okay? I more than liked him. I kind of slightly loved him. When I first joined the unit, I had clicked with him the most. It was almost instant. Your shared love for ‘Doctor who’, and books. Most of all, you listened to him ramble. Not many do that, and when they do they always tease him for it.

Now he’s teasing you? Jesus, you couldn’t get over it. The man you once let into your heart, expressed your interests to him, let you be yourself around him, becoming such an asshat. That was beyond what you could’ve expected. Especially since it was so out of the blue.

Life is very against you as of late. You and the team are out on a case in Boston, where you’ll have to be staying in one of the “lovely” hotels there. The issue is that the team actually had gotten done with the case early. The hotel had been booked for a whole extra day.

So, due to Penelope Nagging Hotch so much to the point he actually gave in, you’re all going drinking. The hotel bar, obviously. Can’t stray too far from one another, yes we’re all FBI agents, but… safety first, always.

You weren’t one for drinking if you were honest, but it was a team thing, so you’d go. This case had ended up being much more stressful than it let off, and you kind of needed to cool off, and with the people you considered family.

You hadn’t dressed up, Jesus, no. Never. You aren’t one for dressing up. Yeah, you’re feminine.. just, sometimes dresses aren’t the comfiest, that’s one. Two, for fucks sake.. this is a hotel bar. It’s truly not serious enough to dress up for.

Just your leisure wear you brought, jeans, and a t-shirt. Don’t even get me started on the “Pick me” or “You’re so basic” shit, it’s just leisure wear, at a hotel bar. Fuck if I care, I’ll dress how I please.

Leaving your hotel room, you walk up to the elevator, pressing the ‘down’ arrow. Awaiting the elevator, to your surprise the one and only Spencer Walter Reid decided to waltz to catch it as well. Jesus Christ. He’s really not one for drinking. I know I’m not one for drinking, but he isn’t last time I checked.

The elevator dung open, and you stepped in, Spencer walking in behind you. You click the ‘one’, and wait for this ride to be over. You look around, trying to ignore the fact he was here. You look over at him for, what? A split second, and he catches your eyes.

Fuck. That was accidental… oh, what? He’s still wearing his suit. Jesus, you’d think the man would get into something more comfortable, yet… he’s Spencer Reid. He’s not getting more comfy than this.

Shit, this elevator ride is longer than you remembered it being. Yeah, you were on the twelveth floor, but why is it taking so long. You speak up, hating the silence. Might as well embarrass yourself more than you already had, mhm. Great fucking idea!

“Didn’t take you as much of a drinker, Boygenius.” You said, loud enough for him to hear you, but not quite loud at all. “You don’t know me, (Y/LN). You can’t ‘take’ me as much of anything.” He said, obviously annoyed. Shit.. why’d he have to be such an asswipe about everything he did. Jesus Christ you can’t say anything anymore, can you?

“Actually I do-“ he cut you off, “You do not know me. You think you know me, and I hate to break it to you, but you don’t know me. Don’t know why you somehow think cause we were close years ago when you first started working here, that you know anything. You don’t know me enough to classify me as a drinker, that’s one. Even if I wasn’t before, people change (Y/LN).”

Before you could even add, you were disrupted by the ding of the elevator. Thank god. But, seriously? Where does he think he gets off? You both leave the elevator, him in-front of you now. Walking to the bar, you were greeted by the rest of your team. Penelope enveloping you in one of her hugs.

Chatter between the team had went on for an hour or two, you hadn’t gotten drunk, but you were… tipsy to say the least. You really, seriously weren’t one for drinking, but Spencer being there, and his snarky ass comments from earlier truly set you off. You decide it’s better to go to your room before you get shit-faced drunk, so you say your ‘goodbyes’ to the rest of the team.

Pen pulled you aside, “Hun.. what’s up? You’ve barely spoken a word tonight. You’re just away from us, the group. Did we.. do something on the case that we missed? I can make someone apologize, cause (Y/LN)… I’m not gonna let stuff like that slide-“ you just sit silent. Giving her that look.

She looked confused. “(Y/N).. who,” you cut her off “Spencer. It’s nothing. Just.. we got on the elevator together and it got awkward again. Pen, you’re so lucky I love the rest of you cause I’d have already left cause of Spencer ‘I’ve got a stick in my ass’ Reid.” She and I chuckled.

She nodded, waving you goodbye. Telling the rest of the team about your departure for the night. You left the bar, walking towards the elevator, and clicking the ‘up’ arrow. It dinged not too long after, you entered, and clicked number twelve. As the doors were close to shutting, a hand came between them, forcing them to open back up.

Cause life hates me, who else could it possibly be except Spencer goddamn Reid? Jesus. Why’d we have to leave at the same time, why’d we have to get stuck in the same elevator again!? The ride was silent, well… for a while it was, until he decided it was just lovely to open his mouth, yeah this is just what you needed right now after your previous six drinks.

“Didn’t take you for much of a drinker, either (Y/L/N).” He chuckled, opening up the topic of conversation started just hours ago. “Hah, very funny Reid, I’m really not one.” He shrugged. “No? You didn’t sit at the bar and consume six too many drinks? That wasn’t you? Guess I’m imagining someone else as you.”

You sighed, staying silent. Not wanting to speak to him anymore than you already have tonight. You’re intoxicated, scratch that, you were more than intoxicated, and this really is NOT the proper setting for this. “Don’t wanna talk? Oh, wait.. you don’t want to speak to my face? That’s right. Okay, (Y/LN). I see, you can easily just tell people I have a “stick in my ass” and yet, won’t respond to me? That’s fine with me..”

Those words lingered.. oh they’re pissing you off. You looked at him, he was already looking down at you with the most aggravating smirk on his face. “You do have a stick up your ass. There? What do you want me to tell you!? What can I tell you? Last I remember I ‘don’t know you’ so how will I speak to you if I don’t even know you. Oh, and what can I say? Hmmm? Enlighten me, Spencer. Every time I do something you don’t like, you start running your mouth. Last time I checked, that’s the only time I’ve spoken about you behind your back, so you obviously need to get a grip, Reid.”

“You need me to enlighten you, do you?” He began, “Let me enlighten you, (Y/LN). You can say whatever you want, that’s fine with me, you simply just don’t bring me into it. We got that clear? I don’t need my coworkers thinking im some sort of dick cause you’re butthurt,” he looked at your eyes carefully “and intoxicated.”

“Why don’t you like me anymore,” I let out quietly. “Hm?” He said, clearing his throat. “Why. Don’t. You. Like. Me. Anymore!?” I said, louder. Tears violently threatening to spill. “What’re you talking about?” A tear rolled down your face “What am I talking about!? Jesus, how many times do I have to say it. We were friends, Reid. I liked you,” he was taken aback “I loved you. Jesus, did you forget about our friendship? I know it’s been a while.. but how many girls have to flirt with you to forget your friend? God, Spencer.”

He didn’t even say anything. You stood there, unaware of what was happening, obviously intoxicated. Tears spilling out of your eyes slowly. He looked over at you, looking at you, reading your expressions. He took two steps, making you two mere inches apart. He then leaned down, putting his forehead on yours.

You sniffled, “Reid, what’re you doing-“ “Can I kiss you, (Y/N)? Please say yes..” you nodded. “I need you to tell me I can kiss you, need you to tell me you want me to kiss you.” “Yes, Reid,” before you could even finish he grabbed the sides of your face, pushing his lips onto yours.

You kissed him back, with just as much eagerness as confusion. Don’t you hate him? What’s happening? Before you could even think properly the elevator dinged, you’ve made it to your floor.

He then moved his hands to your waist, leading you out of the elevator, lips still on yours, you pulled away. “Reid. What’re you doing?” Then, it came out. The years you wanted to know what happened, and he’s about to tell you. “I love you, too.” Your response? You pulled his lips back onto yours, walking backwards, finding your room.

You broke the kiss for a second, turning around to unlock the door, reaching for the keycard in your pocket, as Spencer wrapped his hands around your waist. When the door unlocked you basically ran into the room, closing the door behind you two. Once you turned around, your lips were already back on his.

You might be asking, why aren’t you talking this out? Why aren’t you asking what this is? His lips are telling you all you need to know, and you weren’t mad at all. Stumbling around the room, you made it to the bedroom and closed that door, as well. His hands still firm on your waist, he then pushed you against the bedroom door.

His mouth moved from your lips to peppering kisses on your jaw, to then sucking down onto your neck. You were letting out small whimpers, nothing too loud, but it was making him absolutely crazy. As he was marking your neck with visible bruises that weren’t going to be gone anytime soon, he moved his knee between your legs.

You began to grind down on this knee to create some form of friction. Fuck, you were getting louder. Seriously, (Y/N). I mean… seriously? You hate him. You hate how snarky he gets, hate how he makes snide comments, hate how good his lips feel traveling down your neck, hate how good his knee feels against your already aching cunt.

He then started to move his leg with the movements of your hips against him. Jesus. You’re putty in his hands, aren’t you? You’re done for. He then moved his hands under your shirt, starting to ride it up, asking you a question “Can I take it off,” he asked, all you could do was let out sorry whimpers as you were essentially getting yourself off on him, he stopped the movements of his leg, his grip on your hips tightening again “Hm?” All you did was nod, giving him your approval.

Once that was gone, he went back to working on your neck, sucking small bruises, moving down to your collarbone, receiving whimpers and low moans from you. He then moved his hands to the buttons of your jeans. “Can I?” He asked, you nodded again. “Can I?” He repeated. You speak up, “Mhm-“ he nodded, beginning to unbutton your jeans, and then unzipping the zip on them, causing them to fall to the floor.

There wasn’t much light in the room, only a lamp in the corner illuminating the dark room. Enough light for him to be able to see the wet spot in your underwear. He smiled, “You’re already so wet.” He said, circling small circles on your clothed clit, making whimpers fall from your mouth so desperately.

“You know,” he said, pushing your panties to the side, gathering up your arousal on two of his fingers “I love you. It’s why I ignored you so much,” he said, bringing his fingers up and down your slit, “too distracted to do my job sometimes, you know.” He said, inserting one finger into you, causing a breathily gasp leaving your mouth with such ease.

“Just thought if I ignored you, it’d help me from getting distracted with my job.” He said, moving his finger at a slower pace, curling it so every so often to get a reaction out of you. “It didn’t help much, though-“ he said, “I was still getting distracted, all the time. Couldn’t even focus on work, princess.” He added another finger, stretching you out even more. “You know what happens when I can’t focus on work? I get upset, love. Wasn’t even you I was mad at, I was mad at myself, for getting so fucking pent up over you.” He said as he continued his pace, curling his fingers every so often.

He then pulled them out, a soft, disappointing whimper leaving your lips. “Shh, I know. Let’s get you comfy, yeah?” He said, moving you onto the bed, beginning to fully undress you, leaving you exposed. “What about you…” you chimed in nervously. He chuckled. “Oh, right. Sorry, princess. Let me just,” he said as he begun to rid himself of his own garments.

When he rid himself of his prior clothing, all but his boxers, he then hovered over top of you, beginning to gather up more of your slick, rubbing your clit in small, tight circles leaving you an absolute mess. You then began to grip the hand he was using to prop himself up with, needy with greed, your eyes practically begging.

“You close already, princess?” He asked in that cocky tone of his, smirking. If he hadn’t been making you feel this good, bringing you this close to release, making you feel better than you could ever do yourself, you would’ve already hit him upside the head. You then nodded, moans leaving your mouth the easiest they ever had. He had then removed himself of his boxers, his cock springing up and hitting his chest, glistening with all his pre-cum.

Your mouth all but fell to the ground in shock, it was so pretty, he was so pretty. Looking down at you, he had begun alligning himself with your glistening cunt, gathering your slick, finally positioning himself at your entrance, “You ready for me, princess?” You bucked your hips, nodding quickly, “Are you ready?” He asked again, the need to be in you was strong, but the need for your consent was stronger. “Yes, please Spencer—“ He smiled, “Good,” he said, slowly sinking into you, disappearing into you inch, by inch.

He fully sunk into you with a low groan, and slowly begun thrusting into you, warming you up for him, he had then moved his hand between your bodies, and began rubbing your clit in painfully slow circles, watching your face contort with a dumbfound smile on his face. He had then began to move faster, causing you to get even louder than before, and then he finally found his pace, the perfect pace, the pace that hit that spot of yours so well, the spot you were sure never existed, as the men before him were never able to find it, let alone you.

But, fuck. You had to admit, it felt so good. “Spencer— fuck… keep, keep going,” you were putty in his hands, you were his to mold, “yes— like that! Fuck…” he couldn’t help but let out small grunts, and groans. He never knew he could have such an effect on you, he had played this moment so many times in his head, but he’s so, so thankful for his eidetic memory so he can actually remember this moment exactly.

“Feel good doesn’t it, Angel?” He groaned, “Hits where it’s supposed to,” your whimpers got needier, his thrusts got sloppier, “ts’ like this cock was made just for you.” that was it, that was truly it, drunk off his words, his every moment, “Spencer, I’m—“ he got even sloppier, faster, rubbing your clit with such speed you could explode right then and there, your legs began to shake around him.

“Let go, princess. I know you can, ‘know you want to, let it all out for me,” he said, groans getting louder, getting close to his own release himself, two more strokes and you were a dead woman, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, head thrown back, moans louder than ever.

“Fuck, Angel..” he said, pulling out, stroking himself fast, needing his own release, and seeing you like this, cum dripping out of you, it’s just what he needed, it’s the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and now it was ingrained in his mind forever. “Where do you want me, I—“ you whimpered, he was so pretty like this, fucking his hand, head cocked back, groans leaving him.. “T-tummy’s fine—“ and there it was, leaving his cock just seconds later.

His body plopped next to you, hand finding your cheek, caressing it softly. “You did so good for me, Angel..” he smiled softly, you giggled at his compliment, words more innocent than the action you had shared just moments earlier. “Hey, hey let’s get you cleaned up, don’t need you a mess, now do we?” He chucked, leaving the room to grab a washcloth, and coming back with it, wiping his cum off your stomach.

Once you were cleaned up, he had grabbed clothes from your go bag, dressing you slowly, not wanting to overworked your already tired self, “Thank you, Spencer—“ you said softly, almost a whisper, he smiled with pride, “No need to thank me, princess. It wasn’t a favor.” You couldn’t help but giggle, “Mhm, I know— just thought I should thank you, mm never felt that good before, thought that was worth a thanks.”

Once you were in comfy clothes, he had lied next to you, caressing your face, “Angel..” he started, “I’ve gotta go back to my room..” he trailed off, not wanting to leave you like this, sleepy, and alone..

Before he could even finish what he wanted to say, you interrupted him “Don’t—!” He chuckled softly, “I don’t want to, I promise you.. I just need to grab something, okay?” You nodded, but a low groan left your tired lips.

He had gotten up from the mattress, it springing up due to the loss of his weight. Once he reached the handle of the door you yelled out to him, “You’ll be back, right?” your voice drowsy, dripping with tiredness.

He looked back for a moment, smiling softly, “Right.”

A/N: oh my god this is my first published smut my teeth are jittering, hands shaking… please please PLEASE tell me how I did if you could cause I actually can’t tell how bad or good this is. but yeah, I tried. P.S: this smut has been sitting in my drafts for over a MONTH.

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kalki-tarot · 5 months

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Love & Career in 2024 🖤🍷💸

@kalki-tarot

I'll be using tarot cards and my own intuition so it may not resonate with everyone. Keep in mind that this reading is purely for entertainment purposes so be mindful of your own actions and choices. I'm not responsible for any decisions you make on behalf of my readings.

Pick a pile masterlist 🖤

Pile 01

8 wands, 6 wands, page of swords, queen of swords, knight of pentacles

Hello beautiful souls 💓

Let's talk about your career first. I'm seeing you getting praised or popular very fastly. If you're manifesting something career related then it's your sign it's gonna enter your life soon! You'll get a promotion at your workplace and if you're still studying then I'm seeing you're gonna be the top student of your class. Everyone will praise you and you'll be in Everyone's talks and gossips about how did you achieve it.

If some things got stuck or stagnant then a change is coming soon. All this stagnant energy will flow away and new creative and inspiring energy will lead you towards success my dear pile 1. Don't worry just be consistent and your efforts will be recognized and appreciated very soon.

New ideas will be put into action or will be manifested in reality. If you wanna start a new course then it's the right time to do so. I'm seeing communication for you too. You'll get new opportunities and will make new contacts and connections in your work life which will help you alot leveling up more.

Your overall energy is the Queen of swords which tells me that this year, you'll just focus on your goals and won't spend too much time thinking about the bs. Your plans would be clear cut and will be put into action. I'm not seeing you procrastinating or smth like that. It's a very fast, quick and easy going energy, but stable throughout.

New opportunities on the way! I'm seeing you getting a job letter or something like that. If you're struggling with getting a job then an opportunity is out there in 2024! So be ready ♡

2 wands, 8 wands, 9 pentacles, Temperance, 6 swords, 9 swords ( 5 pentacles, the devil, 4 pentacles, the moon, 5 swords)

Woah! You know what pile 1, we need to let go of some things before before it's too late. We need to let go of things even if it hurts only for our own good. The bad or good news is I'm seeing you breaking up or finally letting go of a toxic relationship or love. You've held it in for so long and in 2024, I'm seeing you releasing all of that. It's better to leave than being left out in the cold, right?

2024 is the year of a fresh start and ending the cycles. It's the year to relax and heal. It's great that you're walking away from such people. I know it takes a lot of strength and courage to do that and you have the guts to leave someone so toxic and unhealthy for you. I'm not necessarily seeing someone new entering in your life. I'm seeing YOU, choosing to walk away from this situation.

You'll know that the grass is greener on the other side. You'll explore new things in love. Maybe go on a few dates? By the end of 2024, you'll be balanced spiritually and physically. You'll be properly healed and you'll discover much more about yourself rather than other people. It's necessary to know ourselves before trying to understand some one else. That's it for you, please reblog this post if you liked it. Thanks ♡

Pile 02

3 of swords, page of pentacles, ace of swords, 6 of wands, the devil, 8 of wands

Career wise, Things may get a little rocky for you this year. But don't worry, with extra caution and mindfulness you'll be able to thrive through this. The advice I'm getting for is to not take any shortcuts for success to come fast, as it'll only result in your own downfall.

Be careful of people who look very nice and popular as they're not what they seem from their outer side. Just focus on grabbing opportunities and working truthfully for yourself and your loved ones. Your creative energy would be at peak this year, it's time for you to realize your potential and work with it next year.

Your 2024 is the year to hustle hard so be dedicated to your work/study. Lot's of success will be at your door if you don't fall into any traps.

Knight of cups, wheel of fortune, 9 of pentacles, 4 of pentacles, the hermit, 7 of wands ( 9 swords & 8 pentacles )

Wow babe! You've done lots of healing and lot's of self care in 2023! And now it's the time for love finally coming into your life through divine intervention in 2024. As we have the wheel of fortune here, I'm seeing You've finally let go of the old cycles and karmic patterns.

The old thinking patterns and attachment wounds will be healed. You'll fight your way through this very powerfully. You've done a lot of self introspection and self discovery in 2023.

You are one step ahead of pile 1, you're asked to just go with flow and let the universe guide you through the vast ocean of sadness to the never ending love. A romantic, water sign energy may approach you with love 👀 next year. Abundance and clarity will flow through just don't complex your emotions any more. Trust your intuition and let it guide you.

That's it! Pile 2 ♡ If this helped you a little bit please comment and reblog xoxo

Pile 03

The magician, Temperanc, ace of wands, 8 wands, ace of cups, the fool (king of cups)

The year 2024 will bring you lots of emotional satisfaction in terms of your career. You would be a successful person, but with the right actions and decisions. Create a path for yourself and walk on it. You should have the desire amd commitment if you wanna achieve something in life.

In 2024, there is a need for you to have a clear mindset snd step wise approach. Do everything in a proper balance. Good things take time to manifest. Your dedication and ability to stay composed under pressure will help you stand out.

Whatever you're thinking about, go for it. Just "go for it", don't think too much if that gives you happiness. Whether you've been thinking about launching a project or reaching out to a new networking connection, 2024 is the time.

Next year would be an year of swift progress and rapid growth. Everything will seem so fast and would gain momentum. You may even travel for work.

Something would be headed your way in your professional life, whether that's a new job, a new responsibility within your current role, or even a new business partner or connection, a new and promising path may be opening up.

You'll overall enjoy this year in terms of your professional or career life.

10 swords, 2 of wands, knight of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, queen of swords, 5 of wands, the tower ( 9 swords, 7 cups, magician )

Listen pile 3, to be honest 2024 would be rocky for you, you know. I channeled that you should not go alone in clubs or pubs or take any drinks with strangers. Be careful guys.

For some of you I'm getting that you guys are just staying single this year and focusing more on your self growth and options in love. You may solo travel or go on solo dates. You know loving yourself and all.

You may actually reach out to a therapist if your experiences were not so good in love before. If not, then I'm seeing you reaching out for yourself, my love. You're giving yourself the love and warmth you've never received from anyone else. You're now, not letting bs people get into your life and make a hell out of it. You're tryna stay healthy and happy.

For some of you, there's an advice of manifesting new love in your life. Get into that mindset. List down all the qualities you want in a partner and visualizing would also help you.

I'm seeing a divorce for some of you, or even a legal matter that involves a person you once loved. They probably lied and deceived you. You may fight for yourself in the court this year. Sending Lots of hugs and love to you dear if this is happening to you. Stay strong and you'll be more blessed. 💓✨️

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kthulhu42 · 7 months

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Hey, can I try to prove to you that trans healthcare is safe, effective, and science based? And also maybe that being trans, for most people at least, is not something that is necessarily misogynistic? As a trans man who deals with chronic pain and several mental health issues, I may have perspective and arguments to offer that you haven't considered yet. I would also like to know better why people are advocating for more restrictions on trans healthcare (in order to understand why something I see as very good is seen by some as very evil). I completely understand if you don't want to argue with some random person on the Internet, but as someone who is affected by issues that you regularly talk about, I would like the chance to try and change your mind, or at least to hear your arguments in a clearer manner so I can understand why you advocate for what you do.

While I appreciate your offer to educate me, it's rather an impossibility. I'm not un-educated on the science involved. When my friend died, we were given the stats on the complications of phalloplasty by her surgeon. Necrosis was at 18%. Urinary incontinence was near *80%*. Revisions were "To be expected". How is constant infection and pain healthcare? If other cosmetic surgeries had the same complication and failure rates, would I be expected to accept those too?

I do not believe that you can change sex, and I do not believe in gendered souls that are so important that one must cut parts of their body to match it. As a - prior - mental health worker, I look at how we treat other instances of dysphoria and dysmorphia, and they're completely the opposite to how we treat Trans and GNC individuals. Why?

And then we come to the 4000% increase in teen girls identifying, and the internalised misogyny, the cult-like mentality of the TQ community, the sexism, erasure of women, and refusal of lesbian boundaries.

The issue starts and ends with the fact that you cannot change sex. Having any surgery at all, regardless of the visual effect, cannot change that. So why would I champion it? Why would I accept it, after watching the long, painful, drawn-out death of a friend who totally subscribed to this ideology?

Acceptance of the body, neutrality of the body, a disconnection of the pro-ana community, a focus on hobbies and works. That's how we help patients with severe body dysmorphia leading to anorexia. We don't give them liposuction. In fact, having anorexia - as I do - precludes you from accessing cosmetic surgery, because they know you're trying to achieve something impossible, that will only cause emotional distress.

Why does my body dysmorphia preclude me from surgery ( a much safer and less complex surgery than phallo or mastectomy)

While a Trans individuals dysmorphia means the complete opposite?

It's inconsistent medicine. It's dangerous medicine. And, due to recent laws in my country, even exploring the root of the dysphoria can be seen as anti-trans and can have detrimental effects on your career. How is it healthcare to deny doctors the ability to do their job?

#terfblr #radblr #radical feminism #Erica

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thebibliosphere · 3 months

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Hi! How are you doing? Sorry to bother you, but i dont know many scottish people and idk who to talk to about this book I found on audible. It's called Imogène, by french author Charles Exbrayat. Do you know him /the book? I've started reading it but I had to pause because, while being sold as a "humorous spy story" I find the protagonist, a "very proudly scottish" woman, to be... an offensive caricature? Like she acts like a fool, honestly. This book contains some interesting points about sexism (it was published in 1959), and ridiculous british habits (such as employees forced to give money for princess anna's birthday or being socially scorned). I'm sure the shared dislike / distrust the protagonist and her british colleagues feel are (were?) realistic. But she is so extra, and the story keeps telling how lonely she is, even after working 20 years in london. She has No friends, most acquitances dont talk to her for various motivations, her bosses hates her ... idk I feel this book is actually mocking scottish people? Or scottish women??? I was SO there for a "strong woman protagonist who gives cutting remarks to her boss or peers", but this looks wrong. Idk. I didnt know whom ask for inputs. Maybe i'm reading too much into it. Feel free to ignore this mega rant. Have a good day!

I think cultural and historical context and time of publication-- which was almost 70 years ago --are important factors to take into consideration when we look at fiction through our current expectations.

I can’t speak to the book as I’ve never read it, but speaking as a Scots woman who worked for an English publishing house for a while, being made to feel alienated by my boss and others due to being Scottish was unfortunately still something going on in 2011.

I’d get lots of “Oh but you sound so eloquent” remarks regarding my thinned-out accent (something I did on purpose to avoid being told to “speak properly” which was also something I heard a lot in school if I ever used my native Scots language instead of “Queen’s English.”) and one time my boss referred to me as “their civilized Scot” to an American author, whose Scottish romance book I was supposed to be fixing the dialogue on.

The phrasing was along the lines of, “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to understand her. Joy is our civilized Scot.”

The author laughed and made another derogatory comment about how they just loved Scottish accents even if it was unintelligible a lot of the time. I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to lose my first career job.

I kept my mouth shut a lot in that job.

In that regard I could very well empathize with the character being lonely and not engaging with anyone, even after 20 years.

The proud Scottish woman can be a bit of a caricature, but that doesn't necessarily mean it is intended as mocking.

Again, cultural/historical context matters.

I wasn’t alive in 1959, but I know there was a lot of Scottish media about the time that leaned into the stubbornness and pride of Scots women both for humor and to make societal commentary on the fact that women were strong and more independent than they’d ever been following two world two and a lot of men weren’t happy about it and wanted them to go back into their boxes. As a result the mouthy, proud Scots woman became a mockable caricature that turned women into shrill, over proud scolds.

Get back in your box or we’ll make fun of you, basically.

So is this book being mocking, or is it employing popular tropes of the time, knowing that audience will understand what it means and that the female protagonist is being subversive despite what others expect from her?

I can’t say. Again, haven’t read it. It could be utter dogshit and making total fun of my culture. But I do think when looking at older media we need to put our thinking caps on and think, “How would the audience of the time, 1959, have viewed and engaged with this?”

Expecting a “strong female protagonist” as we know it from media today isn’t going to work with media that’s almost 70 years old.

Hell, the “strong woman protagonist” wasn’t even something any piece of media could agree on when I was growing up in the 90s.

Times change. Literary tropes and preferences change. It helps to keep that in mind.

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wonusite · 2 years

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Addicted

pairing: mingyu x reader

summary: mingyu is too addicted to the love he has for you to let you go.

warnings: mentions of extortion, age gap (reader is in her 20s and mingyu is in his 30s), jealousy, daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex, hand job, oral sex (f receiving), make up sex, office sex, morning sex, riding, backshots, creampie, pussydrunk!mingyu, overstimulation, soft!mingyu, a little bit of angst

read part one and two and four

a/n: pure filth as usual. minors dni!!

Strangely, you don't feel guilty.

Not when your mom comes home one night in a fit of rage because Mingyu broke off the engagement, not when she calls you weeks before school is over to insist that you move back home, and not when you notice that she's starting to drink more. Maybe it's the part of you that resents her for brushing you aside and treating you more like a burden than a daughter, or maybe you were just too busy basking in your bliss to care.

Either way, you should've seen her actions as a forewarning. And it's not until she joins you for breakfast one morning that you realized you fucked up by not being more careful.

“I'm selling the house.”

You stop mid-chew, and the sugary cereal in your mouth suddenly tastes sour. When you lift your eyes to look at her, you noticed that she's actually changed out of her pajamas and wearing makeup. There's a satisfied smirk on her face as she scrolls through her phone.

You force yourself to swallow the food that now feels like rocks and blink at her. “What?”

“I paid Mingyu a little visit yesterday.” She doesn't look up from her phone. "Now that he gave me what I needed, I'm free to leave this city and live the life I've always wanted.”

Her dig doesn't hurt, but it's the other part of her sentence that has an uncomfortable knot forming in your stomach. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, I always had a feeling he was screwing some whore behind my back. When I told him that his business associates would be very interested to know about his affair, he gave me a settlement to keep me quiet. He knows as well as I do that something like that could ruin his career.”

It felt like your ears were ringing. You knew the affair you two were having wasn't necessarily moral and potentially life-ruining, but to think that your mother had actually extorted him—

“Don't give me that look.” Your mom rolled her eyes. “I'll wait until you're back in school to finalize everything. That'll give you some time to make some arrangements for when the school year is over.”

It didn't matter to you that she had chosen to tell you this only three days before you were meant to go back to school. You didn't even care that you had no place to store your things or even a potential place of your own when you were done with school. All you could think about was Mingyu, and how this was all affecting him.

How were you ever going to face him again?

Maybe it was stupid of you to think that things between him and your mom would be a clean break. It was probably even more stupid of you to get so attached to him while knowing how badly things could end. The entire time you knew your relationship couldn't possibly last for so long, but to have it end this way is almost too painful for you to handle.

It hurts when you start to distance yourself from Mingyu. You almost feel guilty until you remind yourself that it's the right thing to do. Despite your mom not knowing it was you who was fucking her fiancé (she wouldn't have been so calm and levelheaded if she knew), the potential of her ruining his life haunted you constantly. And you loved him too much to let that be something within the realm of possibility.

It's easier to avoid him when school starts. Days soon turn into weeks, and you think that maybe you've finally managed to create a rift that's big enough to make Mingyu lose interest. The gaping hole in your chest doesn't close with time, but you know you can’t let yourself ruin the man you love only for the selfish reason that you want to keep him by your side.

“You're in serious need of some dick.”

You give Minghao the dirtiest glare you could muster. He only laughs and throws an arm around your shoulder, affectionately squeezing you against him. “It's true and you know it. With the way you've been acting, I can tell it's because you haven't—”

“I'm just waiting for you to end your celibacy so I have someone to go to the club with.”

Your friend scowls at you. “I'm not celibate! I'm just waiting for a certain frat boy to realize sex is better when there's feelings involved. Not that you would know, Miss Hit It And Quit It.”

Oh, but you did know. That's why you had gone all this time without so much as touching yourself. Nothing felt the same without Mingyu, and it showed. Bad.

Another week goes by before Minghao decides he's done waiting around. Determined to get his mind off of that stupid frat bro, he invites you, a girl from his communications class, and your mutual friend Seungcheol for a night out. He insists on making a whole night of it and drags you all to a fancy restaurant before going to the club.

You often forget that he's a trust fund baby until he does some out of touch rich kid shit. Like now, as he's pulling out his black card and only telling the hostess his name instead of making an actual reservation. You're not surprised when he tells the group that the ridiculously expensive dinner you're about to have is on him.

As the waiter is escorting you to a table, you almost trip over yourself when you see Mingyu at one of the tables. He's not alone, either. A beautiful woman that seems to be around his age is sitting with him.

You know it's not right or sane to feel such a rabid jealousy—jealousy that barely overshadows the hurt consuming your chest. The organ in your chest clenches painfully when you make eye contact with Mingyu and he's quick to turn his attention back to the woman sitting across from him.

“Are you going to order some wine?” You immediately ask Minghao after you're seated.

You two have been friends long enough for Minghao to realize something else is going on. Of course, he doesn't mention it and has a vintage bottle brought out, making a note to grill you about your inner turmoil later.

As you sip on the bitter drink, you try to convince yourself that it's for the best that Mingyu had already moved on. Maybe someone age appropriate and who isn't related to his ex-fiancé is just what he needs. This was a good thing.

So why did it feel so terrible?

You practically drink the entire bottle by yourself to keep yourself from looking at the table Mingyu and his date are at. Before you could try to keep drinking, your friends decide it's time to go to the club. You don't know whether to feel relieved or upset.

The rest of the night is kind of a blur, but you know you don't have the capacity to try to hook up with anyone. All you could think about was Mingyu and how easily he had moved on.

It hurt, but you start to think maybe it's time for you to do the same.

Seungkwan doesn't consider himself a nosy person.

In fact, it's because he so rigorously minds his own business that he's been able to preserve his job as Kim Mingyu's assistant for so long. Sure, the man was one of the kindest people he'd ever met, but his boss was surprisingly ruthless when it came to work and his privacy.

Seungkwan isn't a nosy person, but his literal job description entails him knowing every last bit of Mingyu's personal business—for his schedule, of course. Being privy to every last tidbit of his boss's work and personal life was the embodiment of stress because a lot of the times knowing certain things meant he was forced to do things that weren't necessarily part of his job description.

Like when Mingyu asks him to find out why the cute college girl he was seeing is suddenly ghosting him. Instead of telling his boss that she probably just got bored of him, Seungkwan did as he was told.

Now, he'd talked to you on multiple occasions since his boss started bringing you around. You were extremely kind, but there was always a wall that you put up to prevent anyone from getting too close. It was almost comedic how you and Mingyu were so similar in that way.

Unfortunately, because of your reluctance to divulge anything about your personal life, Seungkwan is forced to go back to his boss empty handed. Mingyu isn't satisfied with his lack of information him and tells him to find out what's going on no matter how long it takes. It's clear that he's going to have a lot of late nights until he gets his boss the information he wants.

Luckily for Seungkwan, you ask for his help about a week later.

Apparently, you as well as some of your other friends participated in throwing a party at the dorms you lived in. After it was all said and done, the RA gave nearly the entire hall a 48 hour notice to vacate the dorm. He wasn't sure if taking advantage of the situation you were in was right, but he knew this was his only chance to placate his very agitated boss.

Maybe asking Boo Seungkwan to help you find a decent apartment within your price range was a stupid idea, but you knew he was a reliable person who was great at keeping things confidential. That's why Mingyu had kept him as his personal assistant for so long. It's not like you had much of a choice, anyway.

What you didn't realize was that Seungkwan was good at keeping secrets, just not yours.

Belatedly, you found this out when you finished looking at an apartment that was within your price range and not entirely terrible. You walked out of the building to find Mingyu leaning against his expensive car, waiting for you. It was so twisted, the way your heart warmed while your stomach clenched anxiously at the sight of him.

Within seconds of seeing you, he walked over until he was standing directly in front of you. The displeased expression he wore on his face was something you weren't used to. “You've been avoiding me.”

It's a fact, not a question.

You keep your face neutral, mentally cursing Seungkwan for ratting you out. “I've been busy. You have too—you're a powerful man.”

Mingyu's frown deepened. “I'm never too busy for you.”

You hate when he says things like that, like he'll never let anything separate you two. Like it doesn't matter to him that your mother threatened to ruin his life.

“I...” you tried to keep your voice steady. “We don't always have to spend so much time together.”

The way Mingyu's face twists into a hurt expression makes you wish you never said anything. “What are you talking about? Is something wrong? I mean, you didn't even tell me that you were looking for your own place.”

“I don’t have to tell you everything. It’s not like we’re in a relationship, and… and I know you've been seeing other people.”

It's a low blow, and saying it out loud actually hurts more than you thought it would. But it's the only way you'll be able to keep him at a distance.

Mingyu almost never got mad at you, but with the look he's currently giving you, you can tell you've pushed him too far. “I was having dinner with my sister. I told you she was coming into town last week.”

You vaguely recall reading a message from him that told you all about it. Despite the guilt eating at you, you don't relent. “Fine. Whatever. The fact still remains that we never agreed to be in a relationship. Not even after you broke off things with my mom.”

His hurt expression kills you, and for a moment you wish things didn't have to be like this.

“So...” Mingyu swallows thickly. “When I told you that I wanted you to stay by my side forever... that didn't mean anything to you?”

You swallowed thickly, hating how the back of your eyes were starting to burn. Fuck. If he was going to make it this hard, maybe being honest was the only way to end things for good. No matter how painful it was going to be, having that conversation with him needed to be done.

“I know that my mom threatened you, and I know you gave her money to keep her quiet.”

Mingyu feels like a bucket of ice water was dumped on his head. It's not like he meant to keep you in the dark, but he didn't want to upset you. Deep down he was afraid of this exact situation. He wasn't fearful of your mother's threats, but losing you was a different story.

“Y/N, I—”

“I don't want your life to be ruined because of me.” You hated how your voice trembled. “It'll be better for both of us if we just end this now.”

“The only way you'll ruin my life is if you leave me.”

Fuck.

Mingyu always knew the exact way to tug at your heartstrings. For so long you pushed people away to avoid being hurt when they inevitably left, but here this wonderful man was, not willing to let you go. His gaze was certain and full of so much love that you were one second away from giving in to him.

“What if... what if you change your mind?”

Your voice was so small and vulnerable that it actually surprised Mingyu. It broke his heart to know that you had done all of this for his sake. He can't remember the last time someone was willing to sacrifice their own happiness to protect him, and it made him that much more certain about you being the person he wants to be with forever.

Mingyu grabs your wrist and easily tugs you toward him, caging you against him with his brawny arms. “Oh, baby...” he murmurs soothingly. “You are it for me. Nothing will ever change that.”

Especially when he saw how sincere you were with loving him. Now that he thought about it, he never saw that sincerity in your mother when they were together. But that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered to Mingyu now was getting you to stay by his side forever.

“Please don't leave me.”

His desperate whisper broke the last of your fragile resolve. You tightened your arms around him.

“I won't.”

Mingyu still thinks it's a dream when you go back to his penthouse with him. It's too easy to convince you to lay down with him and even easier to get you to move in with him. You two lay on his bed with his head on your chest, tucked right under your chin. He loves the way you gently run your nails along his scalp. It soothes him and oddly reassures him that you won't leave.

The silence is thick, but not uncomfortable. You two hold each other as if you're afraid the other might spontaneously disappear.

You shift your leg slightly, body reacting before your brain when you feel his dick against your thigh. It's not hard, but all it takes is you brushing up against it again to do the trick. Mingyu actually whimpers into your collarbone, and the pathetic sound makes you get embarrassingly wet.

Licking your lips, you gently rub your thigh against him until he's rutting his hips against you. This abrupt switch in dynamic is surprising, but so fucking hot. Now you can understand why Mingyu loves to see you desperately begging for his cock.

“Fuck...” he breathes against your neck.

The hand that was caressing his back slowly slides down to cup his aching cock. You give it a gentle squeeze, basking in the soft moan he lets out. Mingyu's cock is twitching in your hand, and it literally makes you salivate. It's so hot and heavy against your palm that you can no longer resist and stick your hand in his sweatpants.

You let out a pleased moan when your hand meets the warm skin of his bare dick. Slowly, you start pumping him until he's moaning against your neck. Your panties are sticking to your cunt at this point, and you clench at the thought of finally having inside you again.

When he comes in your hand, you smear his release all over his throbbing length. He's still hard, and by the way he bucks his hips against your hand you know he's desperate to be inside you.

“Baby, please...”

Fuck. Hearing him beg you is the hottest thing ever. You roll over until you're sitting on top of him. His adorable gasp of pleasure when he feels your slick cunt against him makes you bite your lip. Mingyu being so desperate and needy was turned you on more than anything.

“Want time to ride you, daddy?” You purr, hands smoothing over his naked chest and abdomen. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you grind your hips and rub your essence all over his aching cock.

Mingyu lets out a choked moan, slightly frustrated with your teasing. "Fuck yeah I do."

His needy words have you smashing your lips against his in a messy kiss. Your moans mix together as you shove your tongue in his mouth, loving the way he's so desperate to have you.

Not wanting to wait any longer, shift your panties to the side and rub his tip against you teasingly. His muffled groans make turn you on even more, and it's all the coaxing you need to finally sink down on him. The stretch is a bit painful since you two haven't fucked in so long, but you love it.

You grind your hips slowly, moaning at the delicious way his cock is hitting deep inside you. The roll of your hips is slow since you want to savor the feeing of having Mingyu's fat dick inside you after so long.

Eventually, you get impatient and your movements become rougher and more demanding. Mingyu thinks he's going to go crazy when you start bouncing on his cock. His fat tip hits your sweet spot easily, and you both moan loudly at the delicious feeling. Your juices are spilling down to his balls, filling the room with wet slapping sounds. The loud squelching of your dripping pussy paired with the sight of his dick disappearing inside you is pushing him closer to the edge far too soon.

Fuck. He can't believe he almost lost you forever.

That thought has him gripping your hips tightly before he flips you over so you're underneath him. Your cunt clamps down on his cock, and it's almost embarrassing how a display of strength can turn you on so much.

“Fuck, baby girl.” Mingyu moans as he starts fucking his cock into you. “Tell me you want me.”

He's so needy tonight, and you know it's because you pushed him away. Honestly, now you could see what a disservice it was to stay away for so long. But that no longer mattered because you planned to make it up to him for the rest of your life.

With your head thrown back you let out a loud moan. “I need you to fuck me, daddy!”

Mingyu glances down to where you two are connected. His dick is plugging you full of your own wetness and the precum that's dripping from the fat head of his tip. The erotic sight makes his control snap. Like a desperate man, Mingyu starts fucking into you deeply and roughly. His cock rams into your sweet spot repeatedly, making you whimper and moan out incoherently. Mingyu lets out a loud moan as your sweet cunt clamps down on him like it wants his cock to be trapped deep inside you forever.

“Fuh-Fuck, daddy! Your cock is so good!”

Your eyes are rolled back, and Mingyu can tell that he's already starting to fuck you stupid. His dick throbs at the very thought.

A carnal, wet sound fills his room, and he loves it almost as much as he loves the feeling of your tight walls suffocating him, massaging his length with delicious pleasure that licks up his cock and pools in his abdomen.

“Missed you so much, baby.” Mingyu moans, dropping his head into your neck. “Missed your tight cunt.”

His words trigger your orgasm. Mingyu watches you come undone, letting out a choked moan at the feeling of you coating his big cock with your cream. He continues to fuck you hard, needing to fill you up with his cum. It's been so long, and now he's going to fill you so good that you're going to feel him for days.

“Cum inside me, daddy.” You whisper in his ear as your walls tighten around his cock again.

Mingyu bites down on your neck as he releases inside you. Thick, hot cum coats your walls, and you gently grind your hips up to meet his sloppy thrusts. Fuck. You missed the feeling of Mingyu fucking his cum into you so much. A soft mewl slips past your lips as he gently rocks his cock into your push, gently licking over the mark he's left on your neck.

In your fucked out state, you manage to push him off of you and roll over until you're on all fours and shoving your ass back against his still-hard dick. With a sensual grin, you lean against your elbows and look back at Mingyu. “Want more of daddy's cum.”

And as always, Mingyu is powerless to your pleas.

He caresses your bare ass before he holds it open to get a clear view of his seed dripping out of your pussy. Mingyu slowly teases your entrance with the head of his cock, moaning when the tip catches on your weeping clit. You shove your ass back, wanting him to fill you again.

When he finally does shove his dick inside you fully, you gasp and let out the cutest whine. He feels drunk when you tell him how his big cock is splitting you open. Mingyu sinks deeper into you, driving his dick into your most sensitive spot. Loud moans echo off the walls when your pussy clamps around him like a vice.

“Missed your cock, daddy.” You whimper. “Missed you.”

“Oh, princess.” Mingyu coos, cock throbbing wildly at your words. His honeyed voice doesn't match the wolffish grin on his face. “Daddy's never letting you go again.”

His cock is slamming into you, forcing you to feel every inch of him as he spilts you open. Mingyu grips your hips tightly, using it as leverage to drill himself into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. At the sound of your incoherent whimpers and moans, Mingyu can't help but to slam himself into you harder.

The wet sound your pussy makes every time his hips connect with your ass is music to his ears. He can't get enough of the lewd squelch that fills the room every time he pounds into you.

“Fuck, baby. Your sloppy hole is always so tight no matter how many times I fuck you.” It's his favorite sight to see. The sticky white mess you leave around the base of his cock with each roll of his hips drives him crazy. He'll never get enough of your pussy staining his abdomen with your shiny slick. “Creaming all over daddy's cock and making a fucking mess.”

“Da-Daddy.” You whine. “Fuck! Your cock is too big.”

He's going to destroy you, Mingyu thinks. Until you’re a babbling mess on his cock.

With a low groan, he starts fucking into you more desperately. You cry out loudly, sinking deeper into the plush pillows at the top of his bed. Mingyu enjoys the soft mewls you let out as he snaps his hip against your quivering thighs. The words you speak through your moans are practically incoherent, too fucked out to be fully understood.

His big balls heavily slam against your cunt, and you feel yourself squeeze him one last time before you gush all over his dick.

“Daddy!”

Mingyu lets out a choked groan, hips pistoning his throbbing cock into you desperately. His thrusts turn sloppy as he chases his orgasm.

It's not long before he's stilling inside you, hot cum spilling into your cunt. His cock twitches with every thick rope of cum that paints your walls white. “That's it, baby girl. Take all of daddy's cum.”

When your body relaxes against the shoft sheets, Mingyu is quick to turn you over. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he caresses your cheek.

“We're not done yet, baby. The night is still young.”

You bite your lip, knowing it's going to be a long night. You don't mind since you fully plan to make up for all the lost time between you two.

Mingyu stares at the ceiling, trying not to think about how he's already painfully hard so early in the morning. It doesn't help that you look like a literal goddess sleeping next to him. So fucking pretty, still naked from when he fucked you only hours before.

“Baby.” He breathed out gently, giving you the softest smile when your eyes slowly opened.

You hum, gently pulling him against you to kiss him deeply. Mingyu moaned into your mouth, the feeling of your soft body pressed against him turning him on more than ever. He trails wet kisses down your sated body until he reaches your thighs. Mingyu presses gentle kisses over the marks he left last night, loving that your skin was branded by him.

“Gyu...” you murmur, wearily caressing the head between your legs.

“Just lay there and let daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

Mingyu loves how wet you always get for him, your sweet slick already coating your inner thighs. It's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted, and he's reminded of it when he shoves his face into your sopping cunt. He moans against you, messily sucking your puffy clit into his mouth to taste more of you. It's so fucking hot the way he mouths at your pussy, licking between your folds like he can't get enough.

“Feels so good, daddy!” You moan as you arch your back, grinding your hips into his face roughly.

Mingyu runs his tongue down your slit and fucking his tongue into you until your head is thrown back against your pillow with a broken moan.

“You're so sweet, baby.” He growls into your pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” You whimper loudly as he dips his tongue inside you, leaving you a quivering mess. “Want to come, daddy. Please.”

Mingyu groans against you, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. “Such a good girl for daddy. You can come as many times as you want, baby.”

Then, he licks a stripe up your clenching little hole until he's latched on to the sensitive nub. He sucks, hard, loving how you cry out for him. Mingyu drinks up every last bit of your orgasm, lapping at your juices with an ardent enthusiasm that leaves you drunk with bliss. He doesn't stop, tongue still working over your sloppy pussy to fuck you through your orgasm.

At some point you had shut your eyes, and you open them when you feel his thick thumb push past the opening of your wet cunt. It's not long before it's replaced with the fat tip of his cock. Mingyu groans at the first press into your warm, wet heat.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunts under his breath. “How are you still so fucking tight?”

Your snug little hole clenches around him, causing the slow movement of his hips to stutter. His fingers dug into your hips as he tried to tamp down the urge to fuck you rough and deep. Mingyu knows that he wore you out after last night—the small bites across your chest and thighs evidence of how well he ruined you. But, fuck. You're so damn tempting to him that he's stuck on what to do.

Then he feels it—you clenching around him. “Just fuck me already, daddy.”

Powerless to your demand, Mingyu holds you down against the mattress and start to fuck his cock into your tight walks. He's unable to tear his gaze away from the way your hot cunt is sucking him in.

“So hungry for this cock, aren't you, baby?” Mingyu moans as he starts pounding into you.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That's it, angel. Cream all over my cock.”

The slapping wet sounds echo in the room, and you can only lay there as Mingyu pounds into you. His deep thrusts have you quivering as your tight walls try to suck him in deeper. When he hits the tender spot inside you, your pretty little mouth falls open in a silent scream. Mingyu wishes he would take a picture of how pretty you look, all fucked out on his cock.

After a few more thrusts, you're coming undone, getting Mingyu's cock wet with all your slick. He keeps fucking you until his hot seed filling your insides.

Mingyu collapses beside you and pulls you into his arms. As you lay against him, he can't help but think that he wants this forever. He doesn't know how you feel about marriage, but he intends to find out. Because if you're willing, he'll share every bit of his life with you forever.

There was only one time Seungkwan came close to crossing the line to ask about something that wasn't his business. Very uncharacteristically, Mingyu had brought him along to get his opinion on some jewelry. He was torn between two diamond necklaces and ended up buying both.

Mingyu wasn't the type to spontaneously cherish anyone without reason, but seeing you wearing those million-dollar pieces made him think that he truly didn't know his boss at all. Is it really love? That's what he almost asked.

It was a question that answered itself as time went on.

His boss was so besotted with you that it seemed like you could do no wrong in his eyes. The expensive gift giving and leaving work early was something he believed Mingyu incapable of doing. It even got to the point where he never even cared that you showed up to his office without any notice. In fact, on the days you happened to show up, Seungkwan was always allowed to leave early.

That's why, when he saw you approaching, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. Mingyu had been working him to the bone all day, and now it seemed like he finally had an out. Seungkwan eagerly motioned for you to go into his boss's office after you stopped to say hello to him. The sooner you worked your magic, the sooner he would be allowed to leave.

Mingyu always looked so hot when he was working. The way his jaw was clenched in concentration with his sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms made a carnal heat settle in your stomach. It got worse when he looked up and directed his beautiful smile at you.

“Baby.” The pet name falls so easily from his lips as he leans back against his chair, legs spread widely.

You cross the room until you were standing directly in front of Mingyu. He was looking up at you with a small smirk, already knowing why you came to see him. Wrapping his strong arm around your legs, just beneath your ass, he gently pulled you on to his lap. You bit your lip, loving the feeling of his muscular body pressed against yours.

“I missed you.” You murmured as you caressed his broad chest. “When are you going to get off work?”

Mingyu gently caressed your bare thighs, loving how you always wore the shortest skirts when you came to see him. “Soon, baby—I promise. I'll even take you out to that new restaurant you've been wanting to try after I'm done.”

You bit your bottom lip gently before you gently nuzzled against his cheek. "Really?"

Mingyu lets out a little laugh. “Yes. Really.”

As if you didn't know he would do anything to please you. It's cute, though. The way you still act surprised when he gives you everything you ask for (and even the things you don't ask for).

“But, daddy.” You whisper against his ear. “I'm hungry now.”

When you pull back, you feel wetness pool between your legs at the sight of his dark eyes. You moan gently when he smashes his lips on yours, his kiss desperate and rough. It's like your arms have a mind of their own as they slide up his chest and wrap around Mingyu's neck to pull him closer. You tug on the ends of his hair when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Mingyu is already rock hard when he slips his hands under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass. He gently kneads your skin, letting out a low groan after he realizes that you're wearing a thong. With a quiet growl, Mingyu pulls you closer so your pussy rubs against his covered cock.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He groans when he pulls away from your sweet lips. “Look how fucking hard you made me.”

You squirm in his lap when he rubs your ass before slapping it once with his large hand. Mingyu smirks when he feels you grind against him, attempting to relieve the ache in your dripping pussy. He loves how desperate you are for his cock, but lately he's been enjoying teasing you until you're begging for him to fuck you.

When Mingyu effortlessly picks you up and sets you on his desk, your cunt clenches involuntarily. Fuck. You would never get over his strength and how much of a turn on it was. His large hand slowly pushed your skirt up to reveal your sexy underwear. Mingyu groans when he sees that you've already soaked through your black panties that are now sticking to your cunt. He spreads your legs, cock twitching at the mouth-watering sight in front of him.

The kisses he trails of your inner thighs are wet, and you whine impatiently when he nips at them teasingly. Mingyu smirks against your skin, loving just how desperate you were becoming. You let out a satisfied moan when his fingers rubbed at your clothed cunt, hips grinding to find the friction you craved.

Impatiently, he tugs at your panties until he literally rips them off of you. Mingyu gives your thigh a teasing nip when he sees the dissatisfied pout you're giving him. He leans forward, until you can feel his hot breath on your soaking cunt. “I'll buy you new ones—prettier ones.”

Before you can ask what he meant by prettier, Mingyu licks a long stripe up your quivering cunt. His large hands hold your thighs open as he starts to feast on you. The lewd sounds of his messy movements make your cunt clench sporadically. With a smirk, Mingyu's thick fingers start to tease your leaking entrance.

“Daddy.” You moan softly.

Mingyu hums into your cunt, flicking your sensitive bud with his tongue. He slips two fingers inside you, slowly fucking you closer to your orgasm. Your eyes roll back when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at an unrelenting pace. “Fuh-Fuck, daddy!”

The coil in your stomach tightens when Mingyu reaches the spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your whines get louder when you gush all over Mingyu's tongue, hands gripping and pulling at his styled hair roughly.

Mingyu lifts his face from your cunt and licks his lips. “So sweet.”

Mingyu stands up, and you notice that sometime while he was fucking you with his tongue, he had pulled his cock out. You salivate at the sight of his long, veiny dick standing tall and proud. A quiet moan tumbles past your lips when Mingyu pulls you closer. The tip of his cock teases your entrance, making pout.

“Don't tease, daddy.”

Mingyu only smirks at you, purposely rubbing his tip between your folds. “Tsk. Tsk.” He tuts. “Only good girls get rewarded.”

He's moving his hips at a painfully slow pace, gently fucking the head of his dick between your dripping lips. You mewl softly at the feeling of his hot cock rubbing against your wet cunt. Mingyu latches his mouth on your sweaty neck, kissing and biting at the skin. He feels like he could come just by hearing your pretty moans.

“Fuck, daddy. Please...” you beg pathetically, grinding your hips against his dick.

“Please what?”

He's so cruel, but you're to eager to have him fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore. So you muster all your focus on giving him what he wanted.

“Please fuck me!”

Mingyu smashes his lips against yours as he shoves his cock inside you with one powerful thrust. You cry out into his mouth, loving the feeling of him stretching you out. Mingyu loves the way your warm pussy is squeezing him, coating him with your cream.

When he pulls back, you see something feral in his eyes when he glances down at the way you're connected. Mingyu roughly grabs your hips and starts thrusting his dick into your warm cunt. The slick slapping sound fills the room, and you can't contain the whimpers and moans that spill out of you.

“You have to be quiet, baby. Or do you want the entire building to know how good I fuck you?”

Somehow, the laugh he lets out when you mindlessly nod at his words is still cute to your ears. You feel delirious, especially when Mingyu's cock hits the sweet spot inside you.

“Daddy!” You moan into his ear as you come on him, juices spilling out of you and on to his desk.

Your legs are shaking violently, and you barely seem lucid, but Mingyu keeps ramming his dick into you. He loves that fucked out expression on your face, so he pushes you to cum again, whispering how he wants you to make a mess on his cock. His fingers slip down to your wet pussy, making you cry out at the overstimulation. But you can't get enough of his thick cock ramming into you.

Mingyu groans as you two come together, his thick seed spilling into you and mixing with your own release. He grinds into you a few more times before he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you slowly. It makes his cock twitch, and in the next second he's sitting back on his chair and pulling you into his lap.

You don't hesitate to make yourself comfortable on his wide lap, his thick cock already back inside you. A carnal heat starts to consume you when he grabs your ass and starts grinding you down on his dick.

“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu moans. “I'll never get enough of you.”

Your face is shoved in his neck as you feel him throb inside you, aching cock desperate for release. Mingyu grins as he keeps fucking you into his cock. You might be a spoiled brat, but there's nothing you love more than fucking yourself on his cock. It won't be long before you start moving on your own.

With a choked moan, you pull away from his neck and place your arms on Mingyu's broad shoulders. You gyrate your hips, clamping down on him like a vice. Finally, you lift your hips and slam back down on him. The squelching sound of your sopping cunt is music to your ears when you start bouncing on his cock. At this angle he's making you see stars, and you can only mewl incoherently as you lose yourself to the delicious stretch his dick provides.

“Fuck. Look at my pretty angel. Fucking my cock so good.”

Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head as you move faster, eager to get you both to reach that high. After you let out a particularly loud moan, a primal urge overcomes Mingyu. His grip on your ass tightens and he's suddenly thrusting up into you, fucking you like a mad man. His heavy balls are slapping against your ass, and you’re leaking all over his chair from how good he's fucking you.

“Come for daddy, baby.”

That's all it takes for you to cream his cock with your release, cunt clenching down on him so tightly that he can't even move. You're so fucked out that you barely feel his hot cum filling you up again.

You knew, though. That he wasn't done with you yet.

Seungkwan doesn't know what to do when Mingyu asks him to accompany him to the jewelry shop. It's not like it's the first time, but this time his boss is looking for a ring. Part of him feels like maybe he's present for a moment that was far too intimate for him to witness. Then, Seungkwan realizes he's only there because Mingyu wants him to find out what kind of style you wanted and your preferred size.

It's only when they're out of the store and on the way to pick you up from class that he belatedly realized things between you and his boss are more serious than he originally thought.

They're a bit late in picking you up, and because of that they find you talking to a very attractive guy. Looking through the rear view mirror, Seungkwan sees Mingyu's eyes sharpen just the tiniest bit. It makes him gulp, knowing that one false action could make him end up facing his boss's wrath. So he quietly watches as Mingyu pulls out his phone and quickly puts it to his ear.

To Seungkwan's silent relief, you answer right away when you see who's calling you. It takes you less than a second to answer before skipping over to the awaiting car.

“Who was that?” Mingyu asks casually as you slip your arms around his muscular one.

Seungkwan has worked for him long enough to recognize that tone, and either you're oblivious to it or you don't care. He wishes he had the same capability.

“That's Jeonghan. He's in one of my classes.”

Mingyu's eyes darken at the familiar name, and Seungkwan feels a chill go down his spine. There's definitely something there, but because he was painfully good at minding his own business, he only focuses on dropping you two off at Mingyu's penthouse.

You don't notice the way Mingyu is staring at you as you leisurely walk into the large living room. His eyes are dark as he eyes your too tight shorts that make your ass look so fucking good. Your crop top is one he bought you after seeing the way you looked at it on your trip to the mall, and he can't help but think maybe he needs to get you hundreds more to wear for him.

“Are you close with Jeonghan?”

His own question surprises him, but you don't seem fazed as you collapse on to his large couch. Your ass is on full display, and Mingyu wonders if you even know what you're doing to him

“Not really.” You murmured.

He raises and eyebrow as he stalks toward you like a predator would do to its prey. Mingyu crawls on the couch until he's right between your legs. His cock is already straining against his pants, but you don't even turn around to look at him.

Mingyu slowly trails his hands up your legs until he's caressing the back of your thighs. “Is that right? It seemed like you two had a lot to talk about.”

You hummed, loving the feeling of his strong hands on you. “It was nothing important.”

Somehow, Mingyu doesn't believe that. And before he can think rationally, he's already pulling off your shorts. You let him (like always), and he immediately rips off the lacy panties you're wearing. A shocked gasp leaves you, snapping your head back in anger. It's quickly tampered down when you see the look Mingyu has on his face.

“Baby girl,” his voice comes out low and sounds almost like a growl. It makes you get wet instantly. “You know daddy doesn't like it when you lie to him.”

You give him a soft pout. “I'm telling you the truth.”

His large hand comes down on your ass swiftly, leaving behind a stinging pain. You yell out, feeling more wetness pool between your thighs.

“I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me what that boy said to you.”

Sick as it was, you loved it when Mingyu fucked you while he was angry. So you bit your lip and rested your head on your forearms. It takes everything in you not to wiggle your ass at him. It's always better when you act coy, like you have no idea what's going on.

“He didn't say anything.” Your voice comes out bratty and whiny.

It makes something in Mingyu snap. He spanks you again, then again, and again. The pain burns deliciously, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull when he keeps spanking you. It's only when you subtly try to rub your thigh together that he realizes your choked whimpers are ones of pleasure. He grips your ass cheeks and spreads them open, just barely containing the groan in the base of his throat when he sees that you're literally dripping.

Mingyu doesn't hesitate to rip his clothes off and tease your aching pussy with dick. When he shoved himself in with a brutal thrust, you moan out. It vaguely occurs to you that he never preps you in certain occasions, and now you know why he doesn't. You grin, clenching down on him. Mingyu was so fucking hot when he was jealous.

He starts fucking into you like a mad man, and you can only whimper at his savage like pace. The way his heavy balls slap against your quivering pussy makes you moan again.

“Are you going to tell me what he said, or do I have to fuck it out of you, baby?” His big hands are squeezing your ass as he roughly drags you back and forth on his cock.

You can't seem to answer him, not when his fat cock is hitting so deep inside you that it feels like he's in your stomach. He's mercilessly pounding into you like he hates you, and it's so fucking good.

Mingyu loves how you can't respond. He loves how he can leave you a blubbering mess only capable of babbling incoherent sentences. You're coating his dick with your sweet cream, and he groans when he feels your walls squeeze him tightly. He bits down on his lip and spanks your jiggling ass. “Answer me.”

The moan you let out is broken. “H-He... just asked if, ah, if I'm single.”

You don't think he can fuck you harder, but you're proven wrong after you tell him the truth. Mingyu is snapping his hips against you harder than before, driving his cock impossibly deeper. He groans loudly when your cunt spasms and clenches uncontrollably, your juices leaking out of you and coating his balls.

“I knew it.” He sounds feral. “That stupid boy thinks he's man enough to fuck you like you deserve.”

You whine when he abruptly pulls out of you and flips you over. His dark eyes has your arousal dripping out of you. Mingyu smashes his lips on yours, roughly biting your lip. You groan when he pulls away, coaxing him with your eyes.

“And how do I deserved to be fucked, daddy?”

Mingyu shoves his aching cock back inside you, forcing it as deep as it would go. You feel the thick veins dragging against your tight walls, making your insides with opaque wads of his precum until you're squelching every time he ploughs into you. The way your pretty pussy stretches over his hot dick leaves Mingyu a moaning mess.

You cry out when your orgasm suddenly washes over you. It's so intense that you swear that you actually see stars.

“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu groans. “If you keep squeezing me like that I'm gonna come.”

He's panting above you as he rolls his hips against yours, each thrust calculated and deep. To him, you couldn't look prettier than you do now—completely fucked out beneath him. Mingyu will never get sick of the way your lips are parted while letting out the sweetest moans, your eyes hazy from pleasure, warm cunt creaming around him.

“Can't help it, daddy.” You moan, voice airy from the pleasure he's bringing you. “No one can fuck me like you can.”

His smirk is unfairly attractive. “That's right, baby.” He punctuates his words with another harsh thrust into you, grinning when you mewl. “No one can fuck you like I can.”

Mingyu can tell you're barely lucid, already gone dumb on his cock. You manage to whimper out in ecstasy as you nod over again over again. He leans down a few inches so his nose brushes against yours, making you feel small beneath the broadness of his muscular body. “I'll fuck this pretty little cunt until I’m all you can think about.”

He's pounding into you so hard that his cock slips out of your messy cunt, sliding right up against your shining clit. Mingyu holds down your hips so the only thing you can fuck it the fat tip of his cock. It's kind of cruel, and he almost feels bad especially when you whine for him to put it back in, but he wants to see how raw and swollen your folds are, wants to know how much he turns you on.

At another one of your soft pleas, Mingyu finally relents and fucks his cock back into your cunt. His heavy balls slap against your ass, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds.

“Want your cum, daddy!” You moan, purposely clenching down on him.

As usual, he's a slave to your needs and releases inside you, not slowing the pace of his thrusts. You whimper and mewl as he fucks his hot cum deeper into you. Mingyu is so deep in your guts that you know he's ruined you for anyone else, claiming you as the mixture of your arousals froths and gathers at the swelling base of his cock. Anything that leaks out of your fluttering pussy quickly gets fucked back into your gushing insides and painted against your spongey spot the more Mingyu rolls his hips up to fuck you.

“Fuh-Fuck, daddy! I'm gonna come!” You whimper in his ear.

You throw your head back when his long fingers circle your puffy clit, coaxing you closer to the edge. Now your hips are rolling against his, loud and choked moans slipping out of you.

Mingyu's hips shift, and the tip of his cock start pounding your sweat spot over and over until your cunt is fluttering around him—sucking his pulsing cock in selfishly.

“Daddy—!” You moan is slightly cut off as your orgasm tears through you.

Mingyu fucks you through your orgasm, and you can't stop your pussy from squeezing down on him all over again. With a loud groan, he pounds into your creamy cunt again until he forces another orgasm out of you.

Your moans are louder than before as a white layer of your orgasm coats his cock. Mingyu comes with a loud moan of your name, loving the feeling of your sweet cunt milking him for everything he's got.

Mingyu keeps his dick inside you as he collapses next to you on the couch. He pulls one of your legs over his hip, pressing you impossibly close to him. The sweet feeling of his lips pressed against your temple is something you’ll never get tired of.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.” You hum against his chest.

It's silent for a moment until you speak up. "I was serious when I said it was nothing. That boy doesn't compare to you. No one ever will."

Mingyu holds you tighter, gently nuzzling into your hair. He thinks about the ring planning to buy and wonders if you'll like it. Honestly, it doesn't matter if you don't because he would go to the ends of the earth just to find you one that you loved.

Briefly, Mingyu thinks he might be addicted to the love you have for him. But it doesn’t matter because he knows your addicted to the love he has for you.

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oncomingnight · 9 months

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Yandere! Theoretical Physicist

Hello everyone, I hope you've been having an amazing day and night as you deserve. Last night, I watched Oppenheimer and it's my favorite movie of the whole year. It's the type of movie you just have to see in the cinema when you have the chance, the cast is absolutely phenomenal and the soundtrack is beyond incredible, as expected from Christopher Nolan. Now, time to talk writing! I decided to make this very specific original character, I don't think this post will get a ton of recognition but i just wanted to experiment a bit. I hope you all enjoy and never hesitate to send me a request or talk to me in my ask box. I'm here for you all :)!

Every child is naturally curious, constantly grasping at everything and questioning subjects adults have long learned about. But Hans was a particularly curious little boy, asking extremely specific and quizzing questions, stunning his parents that couldn't even muster up a joking answer. This behavior perfectly explained the educational and career path he chose later on in life.

Your husband was a highly renowned man, but that never changed his outlook on life. He was still the charming and disgustingly romantic man that hid a surprise bouquet of roses behind his back each time the two of you had a date night.

Hans isn't ignorant towards his obsessive behavior, he's known for obsessing over his theories so being overly attached to you isn't something he's particularly concerned about. You're his wife...who isn't obsessed with their wife?

Well, other women and men have no effect on him romantically or egotistically, so, sometimes when other people brag about their spouses he's just sitting there like:

"Mhm. Well, yesterday my wife-"

His friends will invite him out for drinks and will try to get him to stay till midnight and he will immediately reject. "Yeah, no, I've gotta get home to the wife."

There's nothing he loves more than eating dinner with you in his office. The atmosphere is messy, ink-stained paper, pens misplaced, discontinued files, but you make it seem like the most peaceful room in the world with your presence. As much as he enjoys his job, it's nice to get away from thinking about such grand things and relaxing with the loveliest woman to ever live.

You.

As he's giving speeches in governmental spaces, he looks for your eyes to find a piece of solace. At times his thoughts can get a bit scattered when he's in front of large crowds, so, your companionship is everything he'll ever need to keep him in check.

There's a running rumor that all theoretical physicists eventually snap and go crazy. For him, this isn't necessarily true..?

I'm a liar.

Well, he has done questionable things to many people that he has and still considers threats. He's put them through extricating "experiments" in the basement at the bottom of your shared victorian home. Experiments aren't necessarily his forte but he'll take any excuse to teach those people a life long lesson.

One night, the two of you were at a birthday party in the home of another highly renowned scientist, a friend of his. Hans decided to leave your side for not even a full minute to go and grab a plate of food for you. He rarely leaves your side but when he just so happens to do so, a random nobody trying to make a name of themselves walks over and attempts to sweep you off your feet.

Oblivious to their flirting, you participate in the conversation with friendly, simple and curt dialogue. What you don't notice is Hans staring at the two of you from the kitchen that is on the other side of the room. He was absolutely furious. On the rare occurrence he leaves you alone, someone comes and takes advantage of the situation for their filthy desires.

He walks on over with a tray filled with tea cakes, tiramisu cubes, mini crepe cakes and cheesecake bars. He wraps his free hand around your waist, squeezes and sternly asks:

"And you are?" The way Hans purposefully makes himself look more intimidating than he already is results in the third party to feel like an immediate outsider, causing them to blurt their name then scurry away.

You harmlessly tease him about being a bit jealous which ignites his dimple ridden smile before he smoothly remarks:

"Please tell me, Bärchen, would that be so terrible? You can't blame a man for fighting to keep a woman like you."

He'd be so entranced as he watched you get ready for any occasion. Putting on moisturizing cream? He's sitting with his face in his palm and observing. Slipping a dress on? He's watching with a teasing smile before offering to help.

He'll see you getting ready, slowly walk up to you as he gently runs his veiny hands up and down your arms before leaning his head onto your shoulder and whispering:

"You look so beautiful, but I'm sure you know that already, hm? Let me help you." "You know how that ends, Hans. We can't run late this time, what about your speech?" "They can wait for me. Let a man show his adoration, m'kay?"

Even when the two of you live together, he finds a way to hide gifts around the house so he can surprise you with them at the right time. There doesn't even have to be a special occasion for him to show up with an edible arrangement, a beautifully boxed gift and a bouquet of yellow roses.

He had to work long and hard to get to the place he's in today, to get the recognition he deserved. He uses his money in an incredibly smart manner. Purchasing new decor for the house and...you might not guess it....booking trips and spoiling you with presents and trinkets.

He never really flaunts the amount of money he has in public, but, your wedding costed an immense amount and he was unapologetic about it. Hans knew you deserved the royal-like marriage celebration you'd always dreamed of, and he was eager to deliver.

This post was inspired by a German actor that I have an IMMENSE crush on. His name is Matthias Schweighöfer (the blondie)

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Like a Virgin

Pairing: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign: Blaze)

Warnings: Language, drinking, Smut, insecurities, virginity, Minors DNI 18+

Frustration. That's all you can think of right now as you make out with your boyfriend on the couch of his apartment.

Why are you frustrated? What reason do you have? You're a Navy pilot at the top of her career, you have amazing friends, and a boyfriend who you are certain God took extra time making, with both his looks and his personality.

You had a man, who despite his questionable fashion choices, loved you more than anything in the world, who looked at you as if you hung the moon, who worshiped the ground you walked on. Rooster Bradshaw was perfect.

You knew then man loved you and you could feel the evidence of his desire straining against his jeans as you straddled his lap while you kissed him.

So why were you so damn frustrated right now?

You were frustrated because at thirty years old, you were a virgin. And in the six months you had been with Rooster, you never told him. He definitely wasn't one to pressure you into sex or anything in that neighborhood. You had told him you wanted to take things slow, you felt like he was the one for you and you didn't want to screw it up.

That, and some well executed blow jobs seemed to satisfy him. You weren't necessarily hiding the fact that you hadn't had sex from him, but it embarrassed you. How many thirty years old had a man that looked like him and treated them the way he treats you aren't weren't jumping their bones?

What was even worse is that you hadn't done anything in the intimacy department. Though previous boyfriends had tried you psyched yourself out and shut them down, much like you had done to Rooster in the past. Sure you had given, but had never received

You knew deep down he would be able to make you feel good, but the thought of having to tell him scared you. What scared you even more though, was a conversation you had accidentally over heard between him and Hangman a few days ago at the Hard Deck.

"Rooster I know that Blaze has got to be giving you a run for your money in the bedroom." Hangman said to him. "Actually we haven't... we haven't slept together yet." Rooster admitted sheepishly. Hangman almost spit out his beer. "Bradshaw you guys have been together what... six months and you haven't screwed? You're a better man than I am because if it was me I might start looking elsewhere" Hangman finished.

You were too embarrassed to stay for the rest of the conversation. But in the back of your mind you wondered if Hangman was right. What if Rooster started to look elsewhere because you weren't sleeping with him? What if he got tired of waiting? You couldn't lose him because of your irrational fear, so you made up your mind that tonight you were going to have sex with him, virginity be damned.

You were almost naked in his lap, down to just your bra and panties. You were trying so hard to let yourself fall into this moment, to enjoy it, yet you felt like you were going to burst into tears at any moment.

"Rooster —wait... Rooster, I'm sorry, stop." You stated pulling away from him. You could feel the tears building. His hands went to your thighs rubbing soothing circles on them.

"Honey are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong Blaze?" He asked, his voice deep with concern.

"No, it's not you Bradley, you're perfect." You whimpered out as the tears streaked your cheeks.

"Y/N, baby what's wrong?" He asked pulling you close to him.

"It's not you, it's me. I, I..." you couldn't finishing

"You what?" Rooster asked, worried about you.

"I— I've never— I'm... I'm a virgin Rooster." You finally confess to him.

"Oh" He responds softly as if he isn't sure what to say next.

"I've never had sex, I've never done really anything. It's pathetic I know, and feel so bad because I know you have and that you want to. I know you have needs, and then the other night I heard you and Hangman talking about how if he was you he would go looking somewhere else for those needs to be met and that freaked me out because I don't want to lose you so I figured I could just get over it and we could do just it, but, but I'm scared." You spill your guts to him.

He takes your face in his hands a day wipes your cheeks. "Y/N, honey... I don't care if you're a virgin, and I would never leave you because we aren't sleeping together. Hangman is an ass and I told him as much after he said that. If you aren't ready, if you aren't 100% I'm fine with waiting."

God Bradley really was perfect. "But I am ready, I want this, I want you." You whisper.

"Okay." He responds before kissing you. The next thing you know, Rooster is lifting you off the couch and taking you to his room.

"What are you doing?" You ask. "I wanna do this the right way. I don't want your first time, our first time together to be on a couch. I want to take you to bed so I can properly love you.

You silently nod your head and wrap your body around Rooster, clinging to him like a koala on a tree.

His grasp on youis tight as he carries you through his home, his lips never leaving your skin as he kisses your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, any inch of skin that is exposed to him that he can get to.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades as he kisses a sensitive spot behind your ear and you let our a breathy moan.

"Fuck sweetheart, that sounds so good, can't wait to see what other sounds I can get out of you." Rooster whispers in your ear as he opens the door to his bedroom and gently deposits you on his bed.

"Get comfortable baby. I'm going to take my time with you." Rooster tells you as you. You slide into the center of his California king and lay back on his pillows.

To him you looked like an angel with your hair fanned out around your face. The lace baby pink set you have on is a stark contrast to his grey duvet.

You look at him with big doe eyes through your long lashes. God, you look so fucking innocent, he can't believe that he is the one that gets to have you first, that you trust him enough to do this, that he is the first one to ever see you like this, and if he has it his way, he'll be the only one to ever have you.

"Darlin, God, you look—fuck, you look amazing." Rooster tells you as he moves onto the bed.

He pulls you flush against him as you lay on your side and kisses you again. This time it's sweeter than before... like he is trying to savor you.

His large hands find your hip. He guided your leg over him. Bringing the two of you even closer. He trails his hand up and skims over the lace panties you are wearing. His hand travels further until it finds the clasp of your bra.

"Can I?" He asks. "Yes." You breath out. He flicks it open with one had. Of course he would be able to do that.

He pulls the lace away from you and you roll onto your back. You quickly bring your hands up covering yourself.

"Honey, don't do that. You're beautiful. I want to see you." He tuts as he pulls them away from your chest.

You take a few deep breaths. You aren't scared, this is Bradley, your Bradley who tears up at the ASPCA commercials on TV. You're just neverous.

"I'm going to touch you now. Y/N, if I do anything you don't like, or you get uncomfortable, just tell me and we can stop. I promise I won't be mad. Okay?" He states.

You nod your head as one of his hands comes up to skim your breast.

You gasp at the sensation. He continues to palm it when his mouth finds your other one, he tentively captures your nipple in his mouth.

"Ah" you gasp as your hand flys to his hair. "Everything okay?" Rooster asks you. "Yes, feels good." You reply.

He tongue circles the sensitive flesh causing you to squirm underneath him. He keeps it up for a few minutes before switching to the other one.

The sensation has you grinding your thighs together, seeking some much needed friction.

Rooster can tell you want more. He slowly trails his lips down your stomach and stops at the waist band of your underwear. He peppers your hips with kisses before looking up to you, a silent plea for your permission to continue.

You shake your head and he carefully pulls them down your legs and drops them to the floor.

He grabs your ankle and trails wet kisses from it to your knee before switching to the other. He peppers the inside of your thighs with kisses, sucking and biting a few marks into them, claiming you as his.

"Rooster—" you breath out, not sure how to ask what you need.

"I've got you darlin." He coos before tentatively licking your slit.

"Oh fuck." You cry out, hips jerking off the bed. "So sensitive, so wet, and all for me." He says to you or to himself, you aren't sure.

He starts out slow, tongue sweeping long, broad strokes through your folds before he circles it around your clit, cause you to moan his name, God it sounds so good to him, he continues.

"Baby you taste so good, sweeter than fucking honey." He tells you. You aren't able to respond because his full lips are wrapping around your clit sucking it into his warm wet mouth.

"Oh Rooster, feels so good!" You cry out slipping your hand into his hair and grinding down on his face.

He continues to alternate linking and sucking on your clit, everything feels so good, you can feel an orgasm approach, but you need more.

"Roo— Bradley, please I need" You don't know what you're asking him for.

"What do you need pretty girl, tell me what you need." He coaxed you.

"You fingers, I need them in me please!" You gasp.

"Okay baby. Tell me if it's too much." He states before gently pushing his middle finger into you.

"So tight." He whispers. He slowly works his finger through your folds, finding that spongey spot inside you and stroking it.

You throw your head back and cry out his name. Soon his ring finger is slipping inside you to join his other.

Your hips grind down on his hand, chasing a feeling that no one has ever made you feel.

The grip you have in his hair tightens as he spreads you open further for him. His face is buried deep in your core, his nose bumps your clit as you grind against him, the fine hairs of his mustache further adds to the pleasure.

His broad fingers scissor your walls drawing you closer and closer to your peak.

Rooster grinds his hips into the mattress, enjoying this moment, perhaps even more than you are if that's possible.

Soon, your clenching around his fingers as they work in tandem with his mouth.

"Roo—Bra—I—I" you don't know how to tell him.

"I know you're close baby, let go. Cum for me pretty girl, I want to watch you fall apart for me. He encourages you.

His words cause the band to snap and soon, you're cumming all over his face and hands, but he doesn't stop. He continues to lap at you as if you're his last meal, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you, it's almost too much and before you even realize what's happening, you cum again, crying out his name as your thighs clamp around his head. White spots cloud your vision and you arent sure if you want to pull him closer or push him away.

Thankfully you don't have to decide because he has mercy on you and pulls your legs off of him and climbs back up the bed.

"You still with me pretty girl?" He asks brushing your sweat slicked hair from your face.

"Thank you, that—that was something else" you tell him panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Don't thank me just yet baby." He winks at you.

"Do you want to keep going, we can stop if you want to." He assures you.

"No, please, I don't want to stop, I want you so badly Bradley, I want all of you. I want to give you all of me." You tell him as your green eyes meet his.

He cups his hands around your face and kisses you sweetly before removing his boxers. He reaches for his night stand and fumbles in one of the drawers for a minute.

Then it dawns on you what he is looking for.

"I'm on the pill." You blurt out "And... well... obviously I'm clean." You continue.

"I'm clean too... are you sure?" Rooster asks.

You nod your head. "Okay." He states before kissing you again.

He lays you flat on your back, head propped up on some pillows before he moves his body over you.

"If it's too much, or it hurts, or anything and you want to stop, just tell me." He says.

You smile up at him knowing that he is going to take care of you.

You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His arms are by either side of your head, steadying himself, you grip the sheets at your sides as he slowly pushes into you.

You knew he was big, and you also knew he tried to warm you up with his fingers, but his cock still stretched you as he pushed in. You could tell he was going slow. The stretch of him burned, a few tears pricked your eyes, but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted this so badly.

"Almost there baby, you're doing so good, taking me so well." Rooster praised you sensing your discomfort.

After what felt like ages of him entering you, he was finally buried in you to the hilt.

He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

Your hands left the sheets and went to his back, drawing him closer to you.

"Are you okay baby? Do you want to stop?" He asked, feeling how tense you were.

"No, I just need a minute, I feel, really full." You try to explain to him.

You took deep breaths as you slowly began to relax around him. You drew in a deep breath and slightly adjusted your hips, causing Rooster to hiss.

"Bradley, you can move. Just go slow please." You told him after what felt like ages to you buy was maybe only a few minutes.

His hips began to gently rock against yours. Testing the waters to find out what you liked, what gave you pleasure.

At first your nails dug into his shoulder blades, but as he continued, your relaxed and gave yourself over to the pleasure.

Soon, he was picking up the pace as your sounds turned from small whimpers to moans of pleasure.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Baby that feels so good. Oh God Rooster, right there—just like that!" You cried out when he hooked your legs over his shoulders giving him a a chance to thrust deeper into you. The angle at which his cock was driving into you made it graze your g-spot over and over again.

"You feel so good around me pretty girl. Can't believe you trusted me enough to let me be your first. My fucking beautiful baby, your pussy was fucking made for me." Rooster praise you as he continued to move against you.

His fingers gripped the meat of your hips bringing them to meet his thrusts. You were sure you would be able to count ten finger shaped bruises on them tomorrow but you didn't care.

He moved faster again you, enough to push you towards your peak, but not enough to hurt you.

Rooster knew there would be a time where he could be rougher with you, but this was your first, he wanted you to enjoy it. While he wanted to go faster and harder, because fuck did you you feel good around him, and damn if he didn't want to cum deep in you and make you so cock drunk that you forgot what your name was, because he did, this wasn't about him.

No, this was about you. You weren't some random girl he had taken home for the night, no, you were the love of his life and the woman he was certain he was going to marry.

You trusted him enough to be vulnerable with him, and he wanted to make sure you were satisfied.

"Bradley, faster, harder, please." You moaned underneath him. He picked up his pace slightly, pulling you to meet his hips with each thrust.

You were on cloud nine. Each snap of his hips wound you tighter and tighter. Rooster was taking such good care of you. He was everything you ever could have wanted.

He continued to push into you, bringing his hips flush with yours each time.

You felt like heaven around him. The way he filled you was perfect, the way your walls clenched him, he had never felt anything like it, nothing came close to this feeling head had right now. The euphoria of being one with you. Not even flying made him feel this good.

Rooster never understood what some of his friends told him about taking someone's virginity, about how it was one of the greatest things they had ever experienced.

All of the women he had been with had experience.

He thought his friends were full of shit honestly, but boy, was he wrong.

Now he knew what they meant. It wasn't just how you felt around him, it was the connection you shared that made it so much better

The fact that he was the first one to draw these sounds from you, the first one to give you this pleasure. The first one to feel the velvet of your walls wrapped around him... it was fucking addictive and he was sure he would never get enough of it.

He had never thought of himself has the possessive type until now, you were his, all of you was his and his alone. The way you squeeze around him and pulled him in, the way your body accepted him, felt like it was made for him, and well, it would be a cold day in hell before he ever let someone else experience this.

He wanted you all to himself, forever and always.

"Babe, are you close pretty girl?" He asked as his hips began to falter. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

"I'm close, but I don't know if I can again. I want you to cum Rooster, you can if you need to. You already made me feel so good." You told him earnestly.

Rooster thought it was so sweet how you wanted to take care of him, but he needed to make you cum one more time.

He craved the feeling of your velet heat clenching down on him and milking him for all he had.

One of his hands left your hip and came to were your bodied met. He began to draw tight circles over your clit pushing you to the edge.

The new feeling overwhelmed you. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as a third orgasm rapidly approached you.

"Fuck, Bradley... I'm gonna cum!" You cried, rolling your hips to meet his.

"That's it pretty girl, I know you can do it." He encouraged you as his rhythm stuttered.

"Open your eyes baby, I want to see how beautiful you look when you fall apart on my cock pretty girl." Rooster commands. Your eyes snap open and with one, two, three more deep thrusts you cry out his name while your body shakes and pleasure overtakes you. You cling to him for dear life as he falls over the edge, spilling into you.

You aren't sure how long the two of you stay like that, but eventually the weight of Rooster's body on you becomes too much and you push him off.

He smiles at you, it's goofy and a little lopsided from the post sex high.

"That was amazing." You tell him.

"Best I've ever had." He tells you.

Now it's your turn have a goofy smile.

He pulls you tightly against him. You could stay like this forever, but suddenly you are aware of the sticky sensation between your thighs, and your need for the bathroom.

"Rooster, I need to pee." You say sheepishly. He just laughs.

He give your a quick peck on the lips before scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. He gives you a few minutes to take care of business before he comes back with one of his shirt and a fresh pair of boxers on.

He sets you up on the counter next to him.

He wets a cloth in the sink and cleans you up. Then he slips his shirt over your head and carries you back to the bed before tucking you into some fresh sheets.

He curls up beside you and you bury your face into his chest. Your body suddenly heavy with sleep.

"Bradley." You mumble against him.

"Yes baby?" He asks stroking your hair.

"I love you."

"I love you too pretty girl, I love you too."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for wanting a material thing rather than an experience for my college graduation gift, and being upset I still don't have it?

I skimmed through some other AITA posts to prepare me to write this one properly, and saw someone use the term "validation bait." I bring that up because I fear this post may read like that once all is said and done, but I genuinely am worried my perspective might be skewed. I encourage you to enter "Reddit Mode" if you decide to reply after your judgement with additional context and feel the need to be blunt.

Background context: I have an older sibling who graduated before me during the beginning of COVID. While his gift was delayed as a result, we as a family (three children one father) ended up going to Disney World, NASA, and Universal Orlando in 2021 to celebrate his accomplishment. It was a great trip, aside from the horrific humidity and the hurricane that just barely missed us. Later on, I asked my sibling if that was what he actually wanted to do, and he said our father proposed some ideas because he didn't really have any and Florida sounded like a good idea to him. My asking this will make sense later, but putting it here seems the most logical.

Additionally, it may be important to know that my father goes on a lot of trips. At least, more than anyone I've personally known. I'm not gonna try to calculate the exact number, but I will say in the span of less than a year (after the family Florida trip), he went to both Canada and Mexico for a week each, on top of additional excursions to Florida and Vegas-- almost all also including bringing his girlfriend. At the same time, he claimed assistance with college tuition was out of his budget, started having me pay rent on a part time job, and told my younger sibling fixing the AC in their car would cost too much as well. Even I know something doesn't add up here, but maybe I'm taking it too personally. End background context.

Fast forward to spring of 2023, and it's my turn to graduate college. Here's the thing: my brother was asked at least a year in advance to his graduation what he would like to do. I wasn't asked; I had to bring it up myself, and I waited until my graduation was only two months out. It was also over a phone call, because my father was out of town for at least the fifth time that year already. I dropped the hint that, for my graduation present, I would really like to get a nice gaming desktop. My father's response was, "... We'll see." Later on, he elaborated through text stating, "I took everybody to florida because i think graduations should be more about memories than what material thing you can get out of your dad."

Here's the thing: it's no secret to my dad that I'm a gamer, and I like video games. Additionally, it's no secret that a gaming desktop is something I have wanted for a decade. Even since middle school I've talked about gaming desktops and how much I wanted one. Even so, I happily played games like Saints Row III on a laptop that chugged along at 12 frames per second and took every crash in stride. I also thought that this kind of gift would be a relief to my dad, as my thought process was it would be far less expensive than taking an entire family somewhere out of the state for a week. Not only that, but there wasn't really anywhere I wanted to go. I don't have the desire to travel like he does; I don't mind taking my time off at home or locally, and relaxing with the things I have rather than spending a ton on a fancy dinner or hotel or concert.

So, naturally, I was confused, dismayed, and heartbroken. While I started crafting a text response explaining why a gaming desktop would not just be for personal use, but would also be advantageous for my career (my degree was in animation and I learned surface level coding for making video games), I also wondered why it was wrong for me to want a "material thing" even if it wasn't something necessarily "useful." Because while, yes, a gaming desktop would have the power I needed for more intensive animation projects, that wasn't really why I wanted one. But I figured explaining as such would help convince my dad why it was a good idea.

My dad ended up calling me before I could finish crafting my text, so I did my best to explain my standpoint, as well as pointing out how the specs for a gaming desktop are pretty much parallel with the specs for a desktop for things like 3D rendering and animation. He stood his ground on "making memories" as well, and also hinted that I was acting entitled for asking about my graduation present. I think I pointed out to him how he asked my older brother far in advance what he wanted for his graduation, but those details of the conversation are a little faded with time. I did end up sending my text after that phone call anyway, as I felt it better explained what I was thinking and feeling than I could say in verbal conversation (I've always gotten a little flustered talking to my dad about things I want that he doesn't approve of).

Fortunately, after reading my text, my father seemed to come around, and invited me to put together a list of parts for my computer, since I wanted to build it. I got really excited and got the help of my computer-savvy friend to put together something I thought was reasonable-- it had a really good graphics card and processor, and I made compromises on some of the other parts to lower the cost. I haven't looked at the list in a while, but the total cost-- tower, two mid-range monitors, basic keyboard and mouse-- was something like 2.5k approaching 3k. Mid range (at least, it is these days) I think, but it would be enough for the things I wanted to do.

I put the list together, and emailed it to my dad. The assumption I had, was he would purchase the parts, and then we would build it together (or I would build it alone). However, later on I went to ask him if he had gotten my email, and while he said yes, he also said, "I'm not paying for the whole thing. I can't afford it, and it's not fair to spend more on you as an individual than what I spent on your brother as an individual for the Florida trip."

I find the latter point somewhat fair considering I'm the only person who benefits from this gift, but the first point, given the background context on my father's habits, I'm not sure how much I believe. But arguing with him would have been pointless. I definitely would have liked to have had that information beforehand, but it ultimately didn't change much.

This is getting long, so I'll try to summarize the rest. This was just the first instance of my father changing the goal posts for my graduation gift. First, he tried to convince me that getting a prebuilt tower would be just as good. I did the research, and a tower with the graphics card I wanted would have cost as much as building my own tower and buying a monitor, keyboard, and mouse, and still not have been as good in other specs anyways. Then, he tried to tell me he was only going to give me $1000 towards the computer. I pointed out paying for my older sibling for the Florida trip would have cost at least $1500-- if I hadn't done the research, I wouldn't have known any better and just blindly agreed. Then, two days after my graduation, he stated that he wasn't going to give me the money for the computer until I had secured a full time job.

At that point, I just gave up, and agreed.

Fast forward to now. I'm still working the part time job, I barely make enough to put a couple dollars into savings, no one is hiring me full time, and my dad hinted that, instead of doing presents for Christmas this year, we all agree to go on vacation somewhere. Not only that, but his family in Canada just told him they're going to Mexico in November. Not only is my dad implying we should go too and I should pay a portion of my own way, I have a further feeling he may say that this will be our Christmas as well. I still don't have the computer, even though my dad has noticed how much I'm struggling.

If I had the computer, I wouldn't have minded the vacation-- but I feel like my wants and feelings have been completely pushed aside in favor of what my dad thinks is good and/or right, and the wind has been taken out of my sails regarding my graduation entirely. On the other hand, maybe he's right that I focus too much on a material thing and should redirect my attention to an experience and go somewhere to relax/get away from daily life.

Am I a materialistic asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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1863-project · 1 year

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I’m not so sure the younger players starting out with Scarlet and Violet will appreciate the nuance of a character like Larry, because they haven’t had to fight for their survival in a capitalist society yet - at that age, their guardians are still fighting the fight for them.

But as an adult in my 30s, that shit hits HARD. I remember my time in grad school, where at one point I was simultaneously a full-time student, had an internship, and was working a job on the weekends. I went literal months without seeing my friends that semester. I was lonely and miserable and kept getting sick. I was doing something I loved in grad school and at my internship - archiving - but the job (a gig as a tour guide at a historic site) was sucking the life out of me. When I finally got out of that job and started applying to archival positions, my parents actually commented on how the tour guide work had been slowly killing me.

Spoilers for Scarlet and Violet below the cut.

Larry has a job he absolutely despises, probably because he felt like he had to get one to survive, because being a Pokemon trainer often doesn’t pay the bills - in fact, we do frequently see Gym Leaders in this franchise (and even Champions, in the case of Cynthia - an archaeologist - and Steven - the scion to a business) working actual jobs. It’s not lucrative and it’s not necessarily something you can survive on doing alone. Even my favorite characters in the franchise, Ingo and Emmet, run a public transit system alongside a battle facility. It’s the former that’s likely keeping their rent paid.

Larry has distinct skill as a battler - indeed, he’s both a Gym Leader and a member of the Elite Four, specializing in a different type for each (though with a Staraptor on both teams) - and he also has a distinct Poke Ball throw reminiscent of a sidearm pitcher’s windup (see here and here for more on that). But he also talks about his actual job, which he distinctly hates, and how he hopes the player character doesn’t have to use Facade in real life. Larry’s passions lie elsewhere - perhaps in Pokemon battling, or perhaps even in a potential baseball career cut short, if his throw is anything to go by - but capitalism forced him to take an office job, and he is miserable. It’s a distinct misery you understand once you’ve had a job eat you alive and leave you next to no time for your passions - or if it does leave you that time, it exhausts you so much that you can’t do them anyway.

He hasn’t lost his kindness, though - he treats the player character to dinner, and when you battle Nemona on even footing once you’re both at Champion Rank and all the Gym Leaders come to watch, he’s in the back, but he still takes time out of his schedule to make it. He’s doing his best despite being broken down by his job. And so many of us have been there, especially now that those of us who have played since Red and Blue are now in our 30s and 40s.

The kids whose first game is Scarlet or Violet might not quite get it yet. But for those of us who wrangle with capitalism on a daily basis, Larry hits too close to home, and it makes him a great character.

(I also suspect he might be an allusion to Game Freak’s employees being overworked by TPCi, but that’s a post for another day.)

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myobmaya · 2 years

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Description: Rainy days and Steve Harrington. You love your boyfriend but your boyfriend in glasses? Enough said.

Who: Steve Harrington x AFAB! Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff, feelings (?), breeding kink. hand job. P in V sex. Cursing. Did I mention Steve is wearing glasses bc got damn

Lyrics in photo: Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

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It started raining last night. An overcast head that turned into a light drizzle. You remember falling asleep to the sound of the rain just outside and Steve’s heartbeat just below your ear as you laid on his bare chest.

Now waking up to the soft tumbling rain drops against the window you feel content that it wasn’t the bright sunny morning waking you up for a change. You didn’t have to turn to know Steve was already up for the day. He was the early riser. Taking on a manager role and having to be the one to get the day started you grew accustomed to the empty side of the bed in the mornings.

Yet, it still didn’t ever fill the ever needing void of you wanting to wake up with him beside you and in you.

Trailing out of bed you automatically picked up his shirt from last night and covered your body with it. Undergarments weren’t necessarily as you opted out of them heading straight to the bathroom to brush your teeth. As if the slight limp in your walk wasn’t enough, the marks on your neck were a clear reminder of the long night you had with Steve. You didn’t mind as you pulled the shirt down far enough to see his love assault continued down to your chest. Looks like you’ll be wearing turtle necks to work again this week.

Steve sat in the living room at his desk that was pushed against the corner of the wall. The morning sun didn’t give him much to work with so the small lamp that set upon the desk was in use. It gave him just enough light to see his work in the darkened room. He studied the numbers in front of him as you finished waking up in the bedroom. Since his promotion he prided himself in having work ready the Sunday before his weekly shift began. For once in his career life he felt like he was right where he needed to be and he wanted to keep that feeling for as long as it could be held.

His fingers worked along the paper before flipping a page to make sure things were adding up correctly. Unfortunately for him, they weren’t. Taking the lenses that rested in his nose, Steve took them off to run a frustrated hand through his hair before setting them back on his face. As Steve aged, his sight did as well and a couple years after graduating high school he found himself with glasses.

The man didn’t wear them when he didn’t have too. In fact he only wore them when he was home and doing his reports. It’s not like he needed it when he was on the floor at work sealing new deals, nor did he need them to drive. He never did his end of week reports at the office so he found it more sensible to keep them at his home desk where he knew he could always find them in the same spot every time.

You stood by the doorway just in time to catch him taking what would be his final “look through” from his work. A smile instantly on your face and butterflies erupting in your stomach seeing Steve. He always looked so handsome.

You knew about the rare occasions that he wore them. Something about the way it made him look so domesticated. So soft. How it added something more to him. You openly stated to him how you wished he’d wear them more on more than one occasion that would just lead him to laugh it off.

A few moments passed by and you watched as his eyebrows furrowed before Steve closed the binder pushing it away. An aggravated sigh left him as his hands ran up his face and under his glasses before settling down. He let out a yawn and leaned back with arms outstretched. He looked around the room, doing a double take seeing you.

Happiness replaced his annoyance as he swiveled his chair to face you, keeping his arms open. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he lifted his hand towards you, inviting you over. On que he took a hand into yours and guided you to sit on his lap. Your legs sat behind the back of the chair as he leaned back gazing at you causing a faint shade of red to paint your cheeks. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been together he always managed to make you feel so loved and beautiful by a simple look.

“Sleep okay, sleepyhead?”

“Would have been better to have woken up with you beside me, boss man” You grinned leaning in to give him a quick kiss. Steve sighed nodding in agreement. His eyes glanced over to the paperwork on his desk and you could see the aggravation behind his eyes. You shrugged letting him know you knew what he was doing the whole time you slept in.

“Did you at least get everything figured out? The sales matched up correctly?” Steve hummed out a small reply as you smoothed his hair back. You knew his mannerisms well enough to know he wouldn’t stop going over his work until he felt it was correct.

“You work too hard.”

Steve only shrugged as he looked up at you. A ghost of a smile on his face as he took in the hickies on your neck knowing he left a trail that was hidden under the shirt. You worked to fix the part in his hair back in place. He looked down at your bare legs and could see where he sucked a few hickies on your thighs making his mind remember the noises he got out of you.

You graze your fingertips across his forehead sweeping the hair out of his eyes. He doesn’t say a word as you trail them down his face and right over the side of his glasses until they’re resting on the back of his head. Giving him a few light scratches that cause a smile to grace his face.

You didn’t pay too much attention to the way his fingers began to run up and your thighs. One of Steve’s love languages was touch so it was almost second nature for you to constantly feel him. Steve stared down at your legs aimlessly tracing the marks he left, “I work to provide a future for you. For me. For our family”

The family talk was one you and Steve have had. You knew he wanted children so the topic wasn’t a stranger to you. Still, every time he brought it up it was always a reminder to you that you both were growing older and the time would be getting closer. You took the opportunity seeing his focus still on your lap kissed his forehead. “Family you say?“

Steve’s eyes were now focused on where his shirt ended on your upper thigh. He had his suspicions you weren’t wearing panties but when he casually flipped the material up and saw your bare mane his question was answered. The intention to have a repeat of the night prior wasn’t initially there. Yet, Steve could never get enough of you.

“Yeah I want nothing more than to come home,” he looked up at you and kissed you lightly. “See you with a swollen bump,” his nose trailed down to your neck and peppered kisses down it. “Knowing everyone that sees you,” he made his way to your ear and his tongue took the lobe into his mouth. “Knows it’s was me,” he released it and turned your head over so he could suck on the back of your ear. “That filled you up.”

You both know where this is heading and you happily continue it on as he grows confident in his assault across your neck. You grip his sweater in your hands and take it off of him meeting your cold hands with his warm chest.

“I think you did enough of that last night, Mr. Harrington,” you bite your lip leaning forward and placing a kiss on his chest. His hands move from the back of your waist to your hips as he adjusts himself below you. His legs spread wider causing you to feel the effect you have on him against your bare core as you tighten your hold on him.

“Mhmmm,” Steve groaned out. “I think filling you up with my cum one more time will really get my point a across.”

Your hands find the waistband of his sweats and grip him. He feels you smile against his collarbone when he lets out a groan. His grip tightens and you’re sure a bruise will be there by morning but you don’t care. Your thumb sweeps over his tip and you pull him out of pants. Steve breathes heavily as you look up at him through your lashes keeping him in your hand.

Your eyes never leave as you give him a smile. Steve swears you could be a glimpse into Heaven from the way his desk light shines from behind you giving you an innocent shadow despite the sinful things you’re about to him. Gathering saliva from your mouth you keep eye contact as you spit on his cock. Steve’s eyes scrunch up and his head rolls back as you pump him gathering your spit to spread across his hard on.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve moans out. He runs a hand through already messy hair pulling on the ends as he watches your hand on him. Your thumb runs across the dribble of precum leaking down his tip, slicking him up. After a few more pumps you lift your hips and run the head of his cock up and down your slit making him feel how wet you are

Keeping the base of his cock steady you fill yourself up with him and settle back down hearing Steve let out a stream of curses. “Feel s’good,” he mumbles out lifting the shirt up to your hips to see you taking him fully. You stay like that for a few moments knowing just how much he loves to see you stuffed full of him.

“I want you to put a baby in me, Steve,” you give him a longing kiss making sure to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. You move your hips forward and Steve gives you a whiney moan. His hands guide you up and you’re back down on him setting a pace that makes you both cry at the pleasure.

He takes the shirt off your body and throws it across the room. Something falls in the distance but neither of you care to give any attention to it the moment his mouth is on your chest. You grind yourself down on him relieving some pressure your clit was aching for. His tongue circles around your nipple. He sucks on it then releases it with a blow of his mouth causing yo hot let out a delicious moan.

Steve hears the hiccup of your breath and the way your stomach starts to contort in the way that lets him know you’re close. He sucks his fingers in his mouth getting them nice and wet and places them right beneath where you meet.

“Fuck,” you stutter out as his finger moves your clit. Steve groans feeling himself about to lose it just watching the way you fuck yourself down on him.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Milk this cock. It’s all for you.”

He encourages you taking your nipple back in his mouth nodding his head. You close your eyes feeling your body catch up to all the sensations overtaking you.

Steve keeps his hand on your core and takes his other hand to smack your ass. Your fingertips dig into his shoulder and leaving angry red crescent marks. You don’t care. Steve doesn’t care. All that he wants is for you to come all over him.

“I need you to come, sweetheart,” Steve is practically begging now. “Cream this fucking cock so I can cum in you.” Steve watches as your jaw goes slack and your head tosses back. You don’t get a chance to lose your pace because Steve’s hands are right there to continue it so your pleasure can hit you full force. “Let me come inside that pretty pussy.” The coil in your stomach snaps and you’re crying out as he helps you ride through your orgasm.

Watching you in such a beautiful messy state Steve feels himself contract and as you’re coming down from your high he’s reaching his. You feel him paint your walls white and take the opportunity to help him ride our his finish.

“Fuck, honey,” Steve whimpers out as he fights to catch his breath. You both let out one final moan as you grind down on him one last time and crash against his chest. His arms wrap around you as you feel the sweat of him against your cheek but you don’t care.

He stays inside of you as he lazily traces circles on your back as you both come down to earth. Your eyes search the room and fall on some newspapers scattered on the floor. A giggle leaves you and Steve lets out a hiss feeling you tighten around him. It causes you to laugh harder and he’s laughing now knowing you know what you’re doing.

“You threw my shirt like a baseball,” you tease him nudging towards the papers on the floor. Steve kisses the top of your head and rolls his eyes.

“Wasn’t a problem when I had-“

You raise your head and smack his chest preventing him from finishing that sentence. He’s laughing again and so are you. After a few moment the laughter stops and all that’s heard is the gloomy weather outside. Steve quietly says your name and you look at him. He has a guilty look on his face and before you can even question him he gives you a sad smile.

“I’ll do better.” You give him a confused look but he just kisses you. “I want to wake up with you. I’m sorry I don’t. I’ll work on it, sweetheart. I promise.”

You only nod and give him a hopeful smile knowing that Steve Harrington is a man of his word. Wordlessly, you gently take the glasses from his eyes and set them on his desk. Happiness spreads throughout your chest seeing his bare eyes. You loved him in glasses, but his bare face was always a win. He presses your head against his neck as you watch the rain continue it’s mark on the windows. Before you know it your eyes are heavy and you fall asleep there with him still inside of you.

When you wake up again a few hours later you’re in your bed. Marks are on your body. The phantom feeling of your lover is still inside of you. And the rain is still falling. It’s almost as if it’s deja vu. Except this time, the other side of the bed is filled and Steve Harrington is sound asleep beside you.

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