#how the fuck do you get masochist from christmas

[thenderyoshi]

firefox wtf

#not art #daily-sans-es #how the fuck do you get masochist from christmas

[dilemmaontwolegs]

FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

Sorry for the profanity, but i BAWLED at the Bucket list fic😭

I read it when I had some time at work, and i cannot tell you how my heart BROKE!!!! I had to hide my face and wipe my tears because GOD HELP ME i almost choked on them.

Absolutely loved the fic, but can’t help but wish you’d broken our hearts more by letting is witness her last moment with Cha by her side!! Masochistic much??

Adore you and your work so much🥰

- May✨

Great, now I’m crying again. Fuck 😭😭😭

The Bucket List

Charles remembered every second of your last day. For a moment it seemed like you were doing better, you had energy and you got out of bed. You walked to his piano and asked him to play your song, smiling like it was the first time hearing it all over again. He played it until his fingers cramped.

“Can we put the Christmas tree up?” you asked as you looked at the empty corner by the fireplace. It had been forgotten in the week since you returned home, usually it would have been up and decorated on the 1st of December.

Charles didn’t feel like he had much to celebrate this year but he nodded and closed the lid on the piano. “I’ll get it from the loft.” He left with a kiss to your temple and a small smile.

It took longer than it normally did to hang all the baubles and drape the tinsel but you wanted it to be perfect. Charles held the final piece in his hand, a delicate porcelain doll with a gold halo above her head. It was new, one he found that looked just like you and he rose on his toes to reach the top of the tree. “Mon ange.”

You didn’t speak as you took a seat and watched the lights flicker on the tree but he felt connected to you when you placed your hand on his thigh and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m tired, Cha,” you said with a yawn. “Will you come and lay down with me?”

“Of course, mon amour.”

Charles helped you as the day came to an end, his arm bearing most of your weight as the energy you had earlier faded with an exhaustion that came from deep inside your soul. You felt no pain as he lifted you onto the bed and went to close the curtains to defend you from the setting sun.

“Will you hold me while I go to sleep?” Your eyes were already getting heavy when the bed dipped on his side and he carefully cradled you to his chest.

“Of course, mon amour.”

You forced your eyes to open just enough to see those gold and green eyes you had fallen for. Your chest was getting heavy, each breath requiring more effort and you closed your eyes to focus on each inhale and exhale.

“I love you, Charles,” you whispered weakly as his warm lips pressed to your forehead.

“I love you too.” Charles felt his universe shatter with the shuddering breath you took before the world fell silent. “Forever and always.”

Click here for Two Years Later.

#ollie answers #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #tw: death

[tragantia]

I've been thinking about the 2nd part to my 'Severen during your period' headcanons, aaand the gremlin man himself has taken possession of my mind and won't leave me alone until I write this. Will I succeed at purging Severen from my system? I don't think so.

Also, I know people normally post warnings and stuff, but Severen is his own warning imo.

Severen Van Sickle – NSFW headcanons

As a bi woman, I have the authoritas to say: yes, he´s a bi king. Big bi energy. Doesn´t actually care about what's what, if he likes it, he's gonna get it. Does it have a penis? Great. A vagina? Cute. Both? Fangggtastic. Count him in, darlin'.

That being said, he loves tits. Could spend hours biting, licking, sucking. Play with his too, he likes it and can cum just from that if you're good.

In the same line as Lestat during TVL, I do think in the past he would have found men to be more appealing than women, simply because he would have had more of a common ground with them, and would have found them more interesting. He would still have had sex with women and gone to brothels regularly. But a real emotional and sexual connection? It would have taken a really unusual lady to achieve that.

Which brings me to... Being from the Wild West, he most likely lost his virginity in a brothel, or at least with a prostitute. Unless you count those times when he was still on his early teens and he and another guy would play with each other, almost innocently, trying to see what's what and how it feels, but knowing very well they can't get caught.

He's got a nice dick, not massive but long and thick. Definitely knows how to use it. Has nice big balls too, loves it if you play with them, he himself will caress them if you're giving him head.

He's hairy, it's sexy, and he knows it. Doesn't wash himself much, he likes his natural smell, and likes to smell himself on his partners as a way of showing ownership. He prefers his partners soft and freshly shaved – may even shave you himself and then eat you out.

He knows what he's doing. He's a pro. Even before being turned, he was nothing but an hedonist, and pretty much lived to do risky shit, drink, gamble and fuck. He's easy to sleep with, but difficult to keep. He can fuck you so hard and good that you'll cry, both from pain and pleasure.

He has no shame. I can think of very few things he wouldn't do when it comes to sex, and even then he may try them once to see what it's like. Also he has like, 1000 kinks. I think if he likes you, everything has the potential of becoming a kink. Pretty feet? He's suddenly into feet.

Also really into dirty talking: if he's so crude on a regular basis, you can imagine the kind of filth that comes out of his mouth in the bedroom. Also LOUD.

BLOOD KINK. I don't think I need to explain. He loves to bite his partners, but this leads to them turning... so he is sure to kill all of them afterwards. The other ones have susprised him in more than one occasion naked and completely covered in blood after his last date got out of hand – again.

If he's turned you, this escalates to a whole new level. He's constantly biting you and drinking from you, even when you're not having sex. He loves it too much, and it makes him feel close to you. It's also a sign of ownership – no one else can bite you like he does. So, sadistic: pain is pleasure.

Also a masochist. If you drink from him, get ready for the most pornographic moan you've ever heard – he's gonna cum hard.

PERIOD KINK. Again, no comments needed, but how can he resist when he catches the sweet smell coming from your pussy? Smells like delicious Christmas dinner to him.

He's a dom through and through. He likes to chase, flirt and seduce, and once he's got you trapped between his body and the mattress (or in the nearest surface) he's gonna let you know who's calling the shots.

Saying this, he does have a very playful side, and you could easily seduce him into letting you do all sorts of naughty things to him. If it feels good and it's depraved, he's all for it.

He will be his asshole self and taint you, mock you and bully you through the entire thing though. It's part of his charm. If you manage to shut him up and make him a moaning mess, he would find it sooo hot.

Will fuck you everywhere and anywhere. If there's an itch to scratch, there's a way.

If you don't have a penis, he may let you use a strap on him. Plus points if he rides you making cowboy noises. You know he would make yeehaw noises during sex. C'mon. You ride him? Yee. He rides you? Haw. 100% would refer to himself as a bronco, and to his partner as a mare etc as if already seen in other fics.

He's very dominant, but I think he has the ability of being very silly during sex and still make it really fucking hot. He would make you laugh and two seconds later you're crying and screaming from how hard he's ruining you. The only time when he'll be completely serious is if he's hate-fucking you or marking territory. Also, spanking? Yes, please?

Why can I see him fucking with his sunglasses on?

Loves to eat you out: he eats pussy, dick and ass like a boss. It's not just how experienced he is, he genuinely likes it so much he's simply really good. The way he moves his mouth and tongue is absolutely sinful. 69? Say no more.

Adores it when you give him head. Easily his favourite thing alongside with drinking blood. He will let you get comfortable and then grab your head and face-fuck you. Will take his dick out and slap your face with it, then spit on you, calling you names and making you carry on. Please swallow his cum and kiss him, he loves to taste himself in your mouth.

Filthy. Loves cum swapping. Will make you squirt if you can, then cum inside you, then lick it all up as he eats you out, moaning like the sex crazed maniac that he is. Loves to cum all over you, and doesn't like it when you wipe it off.

A bit of a breeding kink, even if he's unable to get you pregnant. Loves to cum deep inside you and tell you how he's filling you up, how good your pussy or asshole is milking him, what a good girl/boy you are for him.

Won't. Leave you. Alone. Always trying to rile you up for another round. If he's not having sex, he's thinking about it most of the time (like that Buffy episode when she reads Xander's mind lol).

Unashamedly likes porn. He's mostly into dark BDSM material, the kind of thing that was hard to come across in the 80s. Still, if one day you're in a city with an adult cinema, he's dragging you in and you end up giving each other a handjob as you watch the film. He loves it if you're shy about it, he's gonna ruin that innocence.

Exhibitionist. He loves people to see him having sex. He's good and he's hot, he likes to put on a good show. He would also like to take pictures and make short films with you if you're up for it. He once took a video of his partner jerking him off from behind until he came all over his chest and balls, he genuinely thinks it's the hottest thing ever and would soooo post it online if he could.

I think he had a threesome with the pick-up truck ladies before killing them. So yeah, into threesomes and orgies, and will love giving orders to his partners and having them horny for him, answering to whatever he wants them to do. It's all about the power dynamics. Very territorial with his partner if he has one, though. Won't like anyone else to touch them.

But, nothing beats the blood. Vampires are of course sexual creatures, but Severen legit gets hard every single time he feeds.

Loves to watch you being aggressive and brutal. If he watches you feed, get ready because he's gonna show you just how much he's enjoyed the show.

Very touchy and cuddly. If there is an emotional connection, he will pull you to his chest and cuddle you as he smokes until you fall asleep. Can get very soft after sex, but ooonly if he has a partner. If that's not the case, it's feeding time.

He's basically terrible and so much fun. Would be the best sex in your life – if you survive, of course.

I need Holy Water after this. Was this too long? It probably was too long. Now I'm gonna go and cry myself to sleep because I can't have him in this life 😌

#severen #near dark #severen van sickle #near dark 1987 #bill paxton #severen x reader #severen van sickle x reader #severen headcanons #severen near dark #slashers #vampire

[emlovesstates]

Georgia: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

New York : Roses, why?

Georgia:

New York : Were you going to get me flowers?

Georgia:

New York :

Georgia: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

—————

Georgia: Relationships should be 50/50. New York cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

————-

California : Do you know the ABCs of first aid?

Albany: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad

——-

New York : Gov and I are no longer friends.

Gov : New York THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

-

New York : Are you drunk?

NYC : Only on the spirit of Christmas!

Georgia: And the spirit of whisky.

New York: it’s September

——-

NYC : The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery!

New York : This unmitigated poppycock?

Newark (NJ): Extravagant hogwash!

NYC : Okay, stop.

———

NYC : It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.

Georgia, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

——-

California : Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

New York : Literally or figuratively?

California : I have to specify?

——-

Philly: Do you want to be the Sun in my life?

Newark: Yes.

Philly: Good, then stay 92,935,700 miles away from me :)

———

Newark: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon

——

NYC : Dad, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?

New York : Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?

NYC : I’m never asking you anything ever again

——-

Gov : I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much.

Albany: You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad.

Gov : And I reserve that right! After all....

Gov : I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879!

Albany: There were no movies made in 1879.

Gov : *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping!

Newark: Oooh! Let’s go ask New Jersey if they saw it in theatres!

-

NYC : I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this.

Philly: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.

——

Philly: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

————————-

Gov : Okay, looking good. Okay, ciders mulling, turkey’s turking, yams are yamming … What?

New Jersey: I don’t know. It’s just not the same without California in the kitchen.

Gov : All right, that’s it. Just get out of my way and stop annoying me.

New Jersey: That’s closer

California : I couldn't do this without you, NYC .

NYC : Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

———

Albany: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish!

California : I wish for good grades.

Newark: Nerd.

California : Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Newark. :)

Albany: California …

Now it’s just gonna be the cities

Philly: Albany, I’m afraid.

Albany: Just stay close to Newark.

Philly: That's why I’m afraid.

———-

Albany: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Austin: For the dogs.

Albany: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs?

Austin: They don't know how.

————-

NYC : Change is inedible.

Buffalo: Don’t you mean inevitable?

NYC , spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.

———

Philly: Hi, I'm NYC 's emergency contact.

Counter Woman: You're here to pick them up?

Philly: I'm here to remove myself as their emergency contact

——-

Albany: I’m a masochist, not a loser.

———

Boston, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Albany, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Los Angeles, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Buffalo, appalled: Call the exorcist.

———

Buffalo: Mice are having sex in my walls.

Boston: Tattletale!

Philly: You're just being ungrateful.

Los Angeles: It's their home too, you know.

Nashville: So what? Don't slutshame them.

Buffalo: The mice are fucking AND now I'm getting heckled.

——-

Nashville, bleeding out on the ground: Blood loss? No, I know exactly where it is.

———

Austin: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY)

Boston: What's that?

Austin: Remorse code.

Boston: I'm even angrier now.

——-

Buffalo: I’m not stupid, you know.

Philly: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!

——-

Boston: Are we fighting or flirting?

Albany: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Boston: Your point?

——

Austin, trying to flirt with Boston: I think both of our families suck.

——

Austin: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Los Angeles: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Austin: Aww, it's a love note for Albany?

Los Angeles: No-

Austin: *opens it*

Austin:

Los Angeles:

Austin: I can't read this.

———-

Nashville: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Austin: Um...Neat.

*later*

Austin, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Austin. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Austin, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Austin. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Philly confessed their love for me?

Austin: Didn't you thank them?

Austin: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

————-

Austin: Fuck you.

Philly: No u.

Austin: I'm down.

Philly: You're like 2, what the fuck-

Austin: I AM NOT 2!

————

Albany: Truth or dare?

Los Angeles: Dare.

Albany: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Los Angeles: Hey Newark?

Newark, blushing: Yeah?

Los Angeles: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Austin.

——-

Nashville: This date is boring!

Buffalo: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Nashville: Then why did you invite me?

Buffalo: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Buffalo I'll do whatever I want!

———

NYC : If I fall…

Boston: I’ll be there to catch you.

Buffalo: *looks at Nashville* What if I fall?

Nashville: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Boston: *watches these two interactions*

Boston, to NYC : And if I fall?

NYC : I’ll be the one who pushed you.

——-

Nashville: I didn't drink that much last night.

Los Angeles: You were flirting with Boston.

Nashville: So what? They're my partner.

Los Angeles: You asked if they were single.

Los Angeles: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

———

Nashville: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Newark: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

——— now , it’s back to states

New York, : Hey, Tennessee? Can I get some dating advice?

Tennessee: Just because I'm with California doesn't mean I know how I did it.

———

*California comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in New Jersey’s bedroom.*

New Jersey: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

California: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a boyfriend.

California: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep*

New Jersey: ...

——-

California: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Tennessee: Marry me.

——-

New York, : The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

New Jersey: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

——-

New Jersey: So, what’s Tennessee's type?

Georgia: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover.

New Jersey: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Georgia: Did I mention oblivious?

New Jersey: Yeah, why?

Georgia: Okay, just making sure.

——-

New York, , throwing their head into Tennessee's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Tennessee, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #incorrect quotes #new york

[martsonmars]

Hello friends! Another Wednesday is here.

I'm going home for the holidays today. I really don't want to, but hopefully it won't be terrible!

I started a new WIP yesterday, is anyone surprised? I thought I could finish it quickly but I've already lost steam soooo who knows.

Here's a snippet:

“How do you feel?” he asks, and immediately wants to kick himself. What a question, Basilton. Even in the best of moments, it's the last thing people want to be asked. (Unless they're narcissists. Or masochists. Or simply well adjusted people who don't panic when they have to answer an innocent how are you?)

Simon attempts one of his idiotic grins. It looks wrong on a face that's mostly swollen bruises and bandages. “Fucking peachy,” he says, and Basil has to fight a smile. He can't smile. Simon can't joke about this. He can't. Not when—

“I thought you were dead,” Basil says. He chokes a bit on it. His throat feels dry. (When was the last time he's drunk anything?) I thought I'd lost you, he wants to add, but his mouth doesn't comply.

This fic is supposed to be Comfort No Hurt, because all the hurt already happened. (So yeah there's a bit of hurt anyway. Oh well!) It's an AU, kind of a rivals to lovers thing but at this point they're “friends”. Hopefully I'll continue it soon.

I have nothing to share from The Vampire and the Boy in the Tower, but there's a big chapter planned for today if I can finish writing it on the train later 🥰 I also want to pick up Like We Had A Clue again, try to post at least one more chapter before Christmas (also because I realised that the last chapter is going to be shorter than I thought and it's mostly written already, so I only have two big chapters to write! I can do this!)

Ok time to get ready because I have to do a thousand things today. Tags under the cut <3

@wellbelesbian @urban-sith @tea-brigade @sillyunicorn @mostlymaudlin @facewithoutheart @palimpsessed @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @johnwgrey @fatalfangirl @prettylightsbigcity @whatevertheweather @jbrrring @confused-bi-queer @moodandmist @bookish-bogwitch @letraspal @dragoneggos @captain-aralias @takitalks @excalisbury @otherworldsivelivedin @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @gekkoinapeartree @bazzybelle @stardustasincocaine @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @angelsfalling16 @basiltonbutliketheherb @messofthejess @ivelovedhimthroughworse @nightimedreamersworld @artsyunderstudy @foolofabookwyrm-activated @ionlydrinkhotwater @yellobb @orange-peony @ic3-que3n @whogaveyoupermission @katmiscellanious @yeonjunenby @erzbethluna @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @shrek-gogurt @raenestee @onepintobean

#wip wednesday #my writing

[greenninjagal-blog]

The Rumor Mill Game (pt5)

Long time, no see. :) If you’ve forgotten what’s going on, you can find the previous chapter [here!] Or if you’re new to this, find the start [here!]

Summary: Office coworkers Logan and Remus have created the rumor that they are married and have a son, except that Logan kinda yelled that he didn’t have a son in front of a bunch of people.

Virgil is well....Virgil is going to change that. And he definitely has the blackmail to do it.

Word Count: 8346

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Okay. So. It wasn’t like when Logan and Remus showed up at the restaurant, Virgil expected Logan to want to adopt him. For one thing, Virgil had parents. For another, Logan had never once shown even a remote interest in having a hand in the responsibility of keeping another, living, breathing being alive.

Virgil knew that. He prompted Logan once about it-- because Virgil at his core was a fucking masochist who needed to have his heart ripped out and stomped on sometimes just to prove he knew what life was like. There had been some stupid math homework that he had guilted Logan into helping him with during Logan’s lunch break (like the man wanted to be doing calculus while out eating-- he was a fucking accountant; he already did this all day for his job), and the problem had involved dogs, so Virgil had made up some stupid idiotic story about once owning a dog just to see if maybe Logan might have like a hundred dogs at home and oh yeah, what difference is a child compared to that, right? At least, you know how to feed yourself and can be trusted outside without a leash, sure I’ll take you in, Virgil! Do you want to call me Dad?

Yeah. And somehow Virgil was still failing his creative writing class-- he didn’t understand it either.

Logan didn’t have dogs at home. Or cats. Virgil was pretty sure he didn’t even have dust bunnies. 

And Virgil of all people knew what type of burden children could be. You had to give them time and money and entertainment and if you didn’t then everyone would call you a terrible person! Once you had a kid, you really never had time to yourself to do things you liked to do because a kid was always in the way! How many times had Virgil’s mother reminded him that he was preventing her from enjoying her weekend after she spent all week working her tireless jobs and making him food and keeping the house? How many times had his father answered the door and started swearing because he forgot it was his week and he invited his girlfriend over and she didn’t know Virgil existed so Virgil was either going to spend the whole night in his room pretending to be a piece of furniture or his dad was going to have to cancel? 

Virgil was a commitment! He knew it! He was another mouth to feed, his growth spurts just kept happening--he’ll never forget the fury on his mother’s face when she found out he outgrew the shoes she got him for Christmas by late January-- not to mention school fees. School lunch? More like School sit-in-the-library-and-tell-the-librarians-he’s-just-not-hungry. His personal finance class was his own living nightmare because he got to listen to every other kid in the entire class complain about how dumb it is that everything cost money, like bread hadn't always cost at least three dollars. There was a girl named Sally who told the teacher that she’d just show her boobs to the checkout clerk to get it for free so that she could keep up with her fictional mani pedi appointment, after the teacher told her she couldn’t just call her dad and ask for more money.

Virgil scored a perfect A on that assignment, if anyone was wondering. The teacher pulled him back after class to ask him if he was interested in going to a seminar outside of class time for the Next Business Owners of America(™) since he was meticulous with his number crunching. Virgil would have loved to, if it hadn’t been three hours away, pay-for-your-own-food, and hey, how about you bring your parents along? I’d love to meet them and let them know what a great son they’re raising! 

Virgil had said he wasn’t interested. His teacher had insisted he’d take a flyer anyway, and now it was stuffed in the bottom of his backpack like a forty ton weight he was lugging around everywhere just to see if it really did get heavier as the day in question approached. 

((There was still a week left for reservations. There was still a week left for reservations and Virgil was still very certain that if he did go and he didn’t tell his parents, neither of them would notice he’d gone missing and they would never remember him again and then where would he be?))

So yeah, Virgil was a commitment. Any child was a commitment. Basically a blackhole of money. Any self respecting, successful adult could probably take one look at him and think setting a couple hundred dollar bills on fire is less expensive and more eco friendly than trying to take in a teenager. 

Logan probably had thought that, too. Virgil wouldn’t blame him for that. 

He just… expected it to hurt a little less. But well. Logan had always been straightforward and it doesn’t get more straightforward than “HE IS NOT AND WON'T EVER BE OUR CHILD”.

Virgil liked that Logan was straightforward. He didn’t have to guess through passive aggressive comments or backhanded compliments to figure out what was being said when Logan was talking.

And really it hadn’t even been anything new being said there. Virgil got to stand there and not cry and very calmly ask Logan and Remus to step outside because they were upsetting the other patrons. Yep totally. Just the other patrons. Not Virgil because Virgil had never been their kid and he had his own parents and there were other kids with less who needed more and he hadn’t been going to mention the flyer or seminar to Logan so it didn’t even feel like the kick to the teeth that it should have been.

But if Virgil’s manager was going to give him a paid break to go stand outside and with a free soda and some mango sticky rice the man made him specifically, then Virgil was going to take it and enjoy it and definitely not cry or text Janus about. In fact he took it and he sat out back and wondered how on earth Remus landed a guy like Logan. 

Because Logan was cool. He was smart, pleasant and polite and patient and other words that started with “P”. Virgil had seen Remus a handful of times-- just the few that he’d been desperate enough to get out of his mother’s house but didn’t have money for food-- but those times had been enough for Virgil to get a very super good fucking grasp on who Remus Prince was.

He was loud to Logan’s calm, eye-catching to Logan’s plainness, obnoxious to Logan’s civility. Even when Virgil had watched them walk in together, hands together, ring present it felt like someone grabbed the rug from under him and tugged.

Because-- and Virgil meant this from the bottom of his heart-- Remus was a fucking nightmare demon from hell. There were a lot of people who scared Virgil to no end, but Remus? Remus was on a whole other level. 

 Remus was The Adult(™) that Virgil avoided like the plague, that Virgil memorized the schedule for when he would be at the food kitchen for, that Virgil laid awake at night running scenarios about because Remus would be the only stupid asshole brave enough to blatantly ask The Question. 

Because Remus remembered Virgil’s face, remembered what he looked like, what he wore, and where he liked to sit away from everyone else. Remus remembered Virgil like he wanted to when not even Virgil’s parents wanted to remember him. 

Because there wasn’t a shadow dark enough for Virgil to hide in that would keep Remus from seeing him, and Virgil didn’t know a single thing that could keep him from asking hey, is everything okay at home?

No it’s not. Thanks for asking. And hey, I know you’re a mandatory reporter, so pretty please don’t call social services because Virgil cannot think of anything worse than being picked up out of everything he’d struggled to build here and plopped into the hands of someone who would insist they knew how to live his life better. 

He didn’t want a family that would see him as just another meal ticket: free money from the government to take in the kid who was too anxious to sleep at night sometimes. Even thinking about the bad families-- the die hard religious people who would call him a sin if they knew he was gay, the abusers that might see him as a free punching back that spit out money sometimes, the too-nice,-but too-many-other-kids-to-worry-about-him couple that might only take him in out of guilt and pity-- made Virgil’s heart beat so hard he could barely breathe.

But what was worse was thinking about the good families. You know, the ones that most of the kids at school went home to? A mother who would insist that he wear brighter colors and eat all his vegetables and join every after school program because it looked good on a resume? A father who would insist that he apply to Harvard and Yale and take summer internships across the country or do hard labor outside because it built character? The ones who would say to him hey, you don’t need that job anymore so just go ahead and quit and we’ll supply everything you could possibly want and you better hope you don’t disappoint us like your first set of parents because then we’ll have the power to take it all away!

Logan… Logan was a safe daydream, okay? He was just a quiet guy who came in for Thai sometimes and ate by himself, tipped nicely, and didn’t try to send his food back because it was “too orange”. He was reasonable and knew when to stop asking questions and he probably wouldn’t care if Virgil kept his job and or if he kept wearing black and didn’t try to apply to schools that would probably eat him alive. Logan smiled at him, and helped with Virgil’s homework, and maybe if Logan hadn’t wanted to be the center of Virgil’s very pitiful stupid, secret wishes, he shouldn’t have been the first person to tell Virgil “good job” since Virgil had been eight. 

“Fuck,” Virgil said, shoving another spoonful of mango rice into his mouth.

“Oh, please, do keep catastrophizing in my front seat,” Janus said in his stupid ass rich person tone. “I’m certain that will solve all your problems.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Virgil snapped back at him.

Janus stretched back in the driver's seat, hands above his head, folded neatly with those black biker gloves on still, and his shirt riding up his stomach in the way that makes Virgil kinda hate him. He had his eyes closed for the most part of it all; still content to sunbathe in the front seat as he had been doing for the better part of an hour now, but he opened the right just to side eye Virgil in that unbothered way of his that speaks to how amusing he found watching Virgil self destruct to be.

“Darling--” He said.

“Don’t,” Virgil jabbed his plastic spoon towards him threateningly. “Don’t start with me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Janus said. “Only merely ending what has been a truly delightful date with my very wonderful boyfriend who is certainly not-at-all distracted by a problem he has made up in his beautiful amazing brain.”

“Shut up.”

“I’ve known Logan since I was in diapers, Virgil,” Janus says. “He’s almost like a second father to me. You are worrying over nothing.”

“It’s not nothing!” Virgil said shrilly.

And that is when Janus finally dropped his arms back down and twisted to face Virgil completely. His eyes, which normally were filled with mischief and spite, were floating with a sincerity that made Virgil’s stomach do flips. The freckles on his face were just barely noticeable, the shine of his lipgloss still freshly applied and waiting to be ruined. His dark hair was highlighted with gold stripes, which Virgil knew from experience looked very dashing when hands were run though it.

“Virgil,” Janus said, soft and kind and knowing. “My own father wouldn’t hesitate if you asked him. And you know that there would be a room in my house painted purple with your own kitchen and fridge by three hours after you asked him.”

“Your father plays mind games,” Virgil said weakly.

“Are you still obsessed with the swear jar?” 

“I’m not obsessed!” Virgil shot back. “It freaks me out, okay? The whole swear jar being a place that you both put money so that you have funds to pay for something if you didn’t want him knowing you were paying for? That’s like John Kramer levels of jigsaw puzzles. I can’t handle that on a daily basis! My heart would just fucking stop!”

“My father does not have any intentions of testing your will to live,” Janus said flatly. “Or whatever it is that happens in the Saw movies. He runs a company that’s sole goal is to make lives easier and more affordable. When he turns fifty he plans on giving the whole company to me, and then I will wait exactly one week before selling half the shares to you for a dollar and then you can handle all the gross business stuff and I will handle the very funny human complaints.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually,” Janus said. “He has it written in his main diary that’s stashed behind the headboard that he’s going to give it to me when he’s sixty, but the secret one he doesn’t think I’ve found yet that is stashed in the false wall behind the washer says fifty. Also the second secret one in the false bottom puzzle box drawer in his office says fifty too.”

Virgil stared at him, waiting a whole beat, but Janus merely raised an eyebrow.

“You understand that’s not normal shit, right?” Virgil asked him. “You understand that your father and you are the most insane people I’ve met, right? Why does he have three diaries? Why are two of them secret? Why do you know there are two secret ones?” 

Janus frowned. “There’s three, but the third one is just all about how much he loves me and his billions of lists of things to get for me for my birthday every year. Sometimes I add ridiculous stuff to the list in his handwriting to see if he’ll get me it. That’s how I got my snake.”

“Unbelievable,” Virgil said, staring at him. Part of him was utterly terrified of Janus, of how casually he could say things like that, of how Virgil is pretty sure Janus had the means and the ability to hide his body if Janus decided one day Virgil was annoying him too much, but the larger part of him is just overwhelmed with an embarrassing amount of awe and love. 

Something about that must have shown on his face because Janus’s eyes melted like ice cream and his lips curled into a smile that could have coaxed flowers to bloom if their car was parked in a meadow instead of a parking garage. 

“I love you too,” Janus said. “Now will you please go into the building and blackmail Logan into being your pretend dad so I can have all my boyfriend’s attention during our dates?”

“Asshole,” Virgil said, leaning over the center console to catch him in a kiss.

Janus hummed enthusiastically, as if he’d been waiting for Virgil to do that all day. Virgil did his best to not roll his eyes.

Janus pulled back first, licking his lips as if to make sure the last of his cherry lip gloss had been cleaned up so that he could apply another coat once Virgil was out of his sight, and finding it satisfactory. “I’m going to eat the rest of your mango rice.”

Virgil handed him the little container, half eaten and not enjoyed quite as much as it should have been due to impending doom. Janus, who was rich enough to have his own plastic spoon, still used Virgil’s. Virgil grabbed the handle of the plastic bag for the other two carry out containers and pulled it into his lap.

“I’m going to get arrested.”

Janus waved a hand. “Get out of my car, Virgil. You can mope when you get back.”

“Pay my bail?”

Janus smiled at him, soft and sunny and causing all the sickening, disgusting butterflies in his stomach to flutter around. Virgil wasn’t sure why, considering he’d also watched Janus eat pavement at the skateboarding park once late at night, and then cry like a baby about it, and then demand that Virgil tell no one about it.

“Always,” Janus said, like he meant it, like he was making a promise, like he loved Virgil and wanted what was best for him even when Virgil didn’t have a single thing to give him in return.

He didn’t realize that he had a stupid smile on his face until he was ten feet from the car holding the bag of take out to his chest like some middle schooler who just got asked out by her crush. He swears at nothing, because of course Janus could draw this sort of reaction out of him over fucking bail money, what the hell. There was nothing romantic about bail money. There wasn’t anything romantic about Janus.

The same way there wasn’t anything nerve wracking about Patton Hart, or terrifying about Remus Prince, or fatherly about Logan Ackroyd.

He nearly tripped and face planted trying to walk into the lobby. His shoe caught on the tile floor and his balance went sideways and his heart jumped out of his throat into his mouth and nearly onto the floor with the mango rice he had just eaten.

There were about ten people wondering in the lobby, doing various tasks: three people in business suits discussing lunch plans, a janitor mopping up an area with cautious signs around it, two people waiting for one of the three elevators, two people at the front desk and a receptionist who was talking to a delivery man from a pizza place across town. And Virgil was pretty sure all of them saw him almost lay himself out on the floor.

It was fine. It was totally fine! If they asked what was wrong with him he would say something like Oh I haven’t possessed a human in at least a century or You guys didn’t see that rat? It was huge! or my plan was to lie my way up to the upper floors but I figured that I might as well give up and let you arrest me now. Do you want to call security or just hand me the phone and I’ll do it myself?

He hesitated on his feet for a moment, wondering if he could get away with going straight into the elevators even though he knows they require a keycard. Janus told him that much in their run throughs while preparing for this. But still the fluttering hopeful part of him was wishing that security risks weren’t a thing and he could just… walk upstairs.

Instead he steeled himself and headed in a direct line towards the receptionist’s desk. All he had to do was convince her to give him a visitor’s badge and let him go upstairs without calling either Logan or Remus who would definitely tell her they don’t have a son.

He was honestly already so lucky they hadn’t announced to the whole building via company-wide email that they didn’t have a child at all. Although the longer he hesitated the more of a chance there was that one or both of them were writing that email right now.

The receptionist nodded to him when he stalled his walk a few paces away from the desk, but continued her discussion with the delivery man. Instead the man and the woman lingering to the side had their eyes on him, watching with opening curious expressions that made Virgil want to hiss at them the way he hissed at the workers in the food bank-kitchen that he visited on weeks when his mother couldn’t be bothered to keep food in the house or his father had forgotten to leave him enough money to buy himself a pizza while he went out on another date.

You know. Before Remus had hissed right back at him and Virgil had realized oh shit, that guy remembered him and this was going to be a problem. 

“Watcha doing here, kid?” the guy at the desk asked, taking a sip of his coffee. He was closer than the woman, with a crooked tie and a salt-and-pepper beard that made him look old instead of distinguished or whatever he was trying for.

“I’m looking for my dads,” Virgil said and holy shit this was a bad decision. “Lo-Logan Ackroyd, and Remus P-Prince.” He swallowed nervously, digging his fingers into the boxes of take out and trying hard not to let his spine fold like a chocolate éclair. 

The man chokes, nearly spitting up his coffee all over his tie. “No way! You’re the kid?”

“Jeff!” The lady with the frizzy hair hissed.

“What!” Jeff exclaimed. “You heard what Logan said!” The man turned back to Virgil and Virgil forced himself not to take a step back or sprint for Janus’s car or melt into a puddle of human goo or start crying. “Man, that guy really is an unfeeling robot. How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?”

“Jeff!” The woman yelled. “I’m sorry, sweetheart; don’t mind him.”

“I’m seventeen?” Virgil said. “And it’s.. uh.” He swallowed, glancing at the receptionist who still looked to be deep in the conversation with the delivery man. “It’s-- it’s okay. I know what it sounded like yesterday. It wasn’t exactly… uh… Logan and Remus aren’t my parents!” 

The man and the woman were looking at him now, with twin gazes just short of being hungry. Virgil felt distinctly like he’d just jumped into a lake full of piranhas and kindly asked them not to eat him alive, please and thanks. He took a deep breath, trying to untense his shoulders.

What had Janus said? It was like tearing off a bandaid? 

“I’m adopted! But my parents, like the real ones, are still around. They just don’t have custody, you know? Logan and Remus do, because they are good people! Totally good people who probab--I mean definitely haven’t committed unspeakable crimes or anything of the like that could be proven in the court of law! But like yesterday, haha, I mean things haven’t always been easy because like, I’m kinda difficult and I don’t call them dad or anything because I have a dad already who is not Logan and I told Logan I didn’t want to call him dad and so he doesn’t really call me son and definitely not his son, you know? He really didn’t mean it like how it sounded because he’s cool and haha, yeah isn’t that like a horrible coincidence that it sounded bad? But he’s-- Logan I mean-- is really good! Really nice and helps me with my math homework. A really, uhm. He’s a good guy. You know?” 

The receptionist was looking at him now, too. And so was the delivery man, their conversation entirely forgotten.

Virgil swallowed like he was drowning, wishing that he could shut up because there was no way these all competent adults were going to buy that horrible, terrible story that wasn’t even really a story as much as just a bunch of gibberish tossed out with Logan’s name in it. It was like he hadn’t even practiced with Janus at all. He barely even got a foot in the door before he just started talking! Did these people even know Logan? Or did he just spit out a fake life story to some random people in the company lobby and would absolutely never be able to show his face here again? 

“On second thought, I’ll just go,” Virgil rasped out, and turned on his heel, preparing to bolt for the doors before security could be called for the random kid who just tried to buy his way into a company HQ building with cold Thai food and a fake story about fake parents who would never even want to consider being real parents. Would they charge him with espionage for that? Could they? Is there even bail for espionage accounts?!

“Oh no no no!” The woman exclaimed suddenly, putting her coffee directly on the receptionist counter. “Oh honey, I am so sorry! Of course Logan is a good da-fathe-- I mean a good guardian! Jeff and I didn’t mean to make you think we didn’t know that!”

“Did I say unfeeling?” The man said, laughing nervously and tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I meant unrelenting! An unrelenting robot who has nothing but… love… in his…uh heart. Hey, do you think that maybe you could not bring up this conversation to him? I like my job.”

Virgil couldn’t breathe. Like actually could fucking not. He was going to have to sit down because there was no way that should have worked at all. The woman and the man were doing a piss-poor job of having a subtle conversation under their breaths about which of them was going to get fired as if Virgil actually did have sway with Logan and Remus. The relief was so overwhelming it was terrifying.

Shit, is this what Janus felt every time he made up a lie? If so, Virgil might be able to understand it. He doubted straight ecstasy would come close to this feeling. 

The take out boxes creaked in his sweaty, clammy hands as the woman turned back towards Virgil with a too-bright, too-wide smile, that reminded him of his mother when she was on the phone with his teachers who called to let her know that he was failing the class: placating and fake and screaming that she completely believed him and was not even going to bother asking for the other parties side of the story.

“Why don’t we get you upstairs, honey?” she said. “Candy will get you your own personal badge and then you won’t even have to stop around here and talk to us silly old people. Candy?”

“Uh, yeah,” The receptionist said. “I’ll get it to Mr. Ackroyd by the end of the day tomorrow.”

The other woman smiled at him and started guiding him towards the elevators, her badge dangling in her hand. “I’m sure your dads are expecting you, right?”

“It’s a uh…surprise, actually,” Virgil stuttered. “Big surprise.”

“Oh that’s lovely! What a thoughtful son!”

Yep, Virgil thought, swallowing back the urge to vomit all over her knockoff Christian Louboutin pumps (and the fact that Virgil knew they’re knockoffs is equally nauseating, damnit Janus). The thought, though, just for that moment, gave Virgil something to focus on (Janus’s stupid face, the taste of his lipgloss, “I’ll pay your bail.”). He clung to his take out boxes, and stood at least three feet away from the woman, and tried not to feel like he just entered the elevator to hell when the doors slowly rolled shut.

The woman might be talking to him, chatting with her pleasant and polite voice that does nothing to actually put Virgil at ease. Janus probably would be in his fucking element right here, probably soften her up further with a few on-the-spot made up stories that make him out to be a humble yet high achieving son (only half lies: Janus was high achieving, but the day he acted humble about anything would be the day that Virgil did stand up comedy for the whole school during his lunch block). Still that sort of thing would make Logan and Remus look really good, right? 

Virgil should be saying something. He should tell her that he loves his parents and that they are the perfect family and Logan and Remus don’t have a 90% chance of responding “who?” when this woman tries to say he’s their son. He shouldn’t be standing ramrod still in the elevator, holding take out food so close to himself it might look as if he’s trying to wear it, or breathing so loud that people in the lobby could still hear him, what the fuck is wrong with him--

“Hey hun,” the woman said. “I don’t think I caught your name, now. What was that again?”

Virgil swallowed hard, forcing his tongue to unstick from the roof of his mouth. “Uh… Virgil. My name is Virgil.”

Why did that sound like he was making it up? That wasn’t even a lie! His name was Virgil! Unless it wasn’t? Would he have even known if Virgil wasn’t the name his parents-- real parents-- had given him?

“Virgil,” she repeated pleasantly. “That’s a wonderful name.”

“Yep, it’s mine. Totally mine. Why wouldn’t it be mine?” 

Her eyebrows creased in confusion and Virgil debated slamming his head against the reflective metal doors. Before he could get to the part where he follows through on that one, the elevator diiiiinged! And the floor settled to a stop. 

“Oh wonderful,” the woman said. “Now would you like to visit Remus first or Logan? Logan has his own office but Remus has a cubical nearby if you want.”

Virgil honestly hadn’t thought he would get this far. He’d been half convinced that Remus would just be… in the lobby, ready to discount his lies, or Logan would be in the parking lot ready to ask him who exactly he was because surely a random restaurant worker wasn’t worth remembering, or Janus would be telling him that he was an idiot and embarrassing and why are we even dating again? 

He opened his mouth but no words were coming out, certainly not ones that would make any of this better than the dumpster fire it was already.

“Jen,” A voice said from nearby. Virgil almost jumped right out of his skin, but it turned out just to be another worker in the office: dyed orange hair and an infinity scarf and hiding behind a stack of files almost as tall as they were. They were looking at Virgil though with a nervous expression as if they thought Virgil was the herald of the workplace firing squad or the next round of interns that would eventually take their job. “Uh, who is your… uhm…?”

“Quin,” the woman said warmly, as if she had been just as put off by Virgil’s lack of response as he himself had been. “This is Virgil. You know, Remus and Logan’s son that they talk about all the time? He brought them a surprise lunch! Isn’t that sweet?”

Ah fuck, they talk about having a son?! Did Logan and Remus actually have a son?! Did Janus just forget to tell him about that?! 

Janus, what the fuck?!

The new person’s eyes widened as they took in Virgil’s appearance, which was very much out of place in the entire building. He’d worn his jeans with the least amount of holes in them but his only pair of shoes at the moment were these converse and he’d scribbled black sharpie on them out of boredom in his history class last year. He didn’t exactly look anything like someone who lived with Logan might, considering Virgil had never seen Logan not wearing a business suit, but this was the best outfit he could come up with from his closet.

“Uh yeah, totally. Uhm.” The person said nervously and then leaned in close to the woman and whispered, as if Virgil wouldn’t be able to hear them at all, “Uh, didn’t Logan…uhm… say….?”

The woman laughed painfully in a way that made Virgil wonder what exactly they had all done when under the impression that Logan was an asshole who didn’t love his son (a son he didn’t have because Virgil was not his son and even if Virgil was he wouldn’t blame Logan for not wanting him).

 “Oh it was just a misunderstanding! Virgil told Jeff and I about it downstairs. We can have lunch together today and I’ll tell you all about it!”

Virgil frowned slightly, because well… he didn’t exactly mind that people would be talking about it-- that was part of the whole plan anyway, to have people talk about-- but something in him was insulted that it would be shared so blaise. Like, didn’t his homelife situation feel even an ounce personal or private? This woman was just going… to talk about him… and Logan… and Remus…and their private, totally real family business over lunch like she knew everything about it and had the right and authority to disclose that information?

For a second, Virgil was half tempted to tell her that he was also royalty of a distance country and that it was super secret because there were people who would kill to know his whereabouts and they could be anyone, ma’am, and they could be anywhere and now that you know they’ll definitely come after you too. Did you know the last person whom I told, went missing within ten hours and the police are still finding body parts of them around the city?… Anyway, have fun sleeping tonight. Fucker.

“Quin!” A familiar voice yelled from around the corner, causing the person in front of Virgil to leap into the air almost a whole foot. The files they were carrying nearly took flight, but Virgil couldn’t bring himself to worry about them when he was busy watching a rolling chair skid out from a cubicle and bring him face-to-face with Remus Prince.

If hearing Logan say Virgil would never been his son was bad on Virgil, it looked like it had been absolute hell on Remus: the guy didn’t really advertise mental stability on a regular day, but now there were bags under his eyes, what looked like an actual rats nest in his hair, and his shirt was on both backwards and stained that spoke either of having never known what a washing machine was or he killed someone in his cubicle. 

Whatever had gone down after Virgil (calmly, not crying, not hurt) asked them to leave must have been bad, if it got the guy who barely knew him to look like he’d been playing matador to eighteen wheelers on the highway.

Virgil knew the exact moment that Remus recognized (remembered, knew) him, too, even though his stupid monkey instinct brain had been shrieking that if he stood still Remus wouldn’t have been able to see him at all. 

“Virgil,” Remus said, running a hand through his hair as if to pluck out whatever creature was in it and offer it to him as a greeting. His eyes darted towards the other adults around him with curiosity, as he stood up and kicked his chair behind him back into a cubicle. “What…are ya doing here, kid?”

“Uh, lunch?” Virgil says, surprisingly calm for someone whose brain was nothing but static and swears and scream-sobbing.

Remus stared at the bag in Virgil’s hands, and then up at him and then back at the bag. Virgil wondered for a moment if he had mixed up the plastic bags in Janus’s cars, accidentally grabbing the bag of live, feral squirrels instead of the takeout.

 “Lunch,” Remus echoed. “For me?”

Virgil didn’t blame him for being suspicious. Virgil had never come close to acting comfortable in Remus’s presence and he knew it. Remus took whatever Virgil threw at him (hisses, sharp barbed words, the worst soda combinations Virgil could think of) and acted complete unphased, like Virgil was acting normal, like there was nothing wrong with him, like he enjoyed Virgil’s weird attempts at scaring him off.

Virgil took a deep breath and then set his jaw. “Yeah. You. And Logan. Like a family lunch. You. Me. Logan. I thought it would be nice. To talk. And stuff. As a family.”

“Family!” Another other woman from the cubicle behind Remus squealed. And then seemed to realize the attention had landed on her. “Oh sorry! Just pretend I’m not here!”

“Gladly,” Virgil said. He swore he saw Remus’s lips flicker into a wicked grin at the sound, but it was gone in another moment. Fast enough to give whiplash and remind Virgil why exactly Remus was nearly as terrifying as Patton Hart in terms of mind-fuckery shenanigans. 

“Anyway,” Virgil said, forcing himself to look at Remus in the eye and challenging him to cut in. “I know that Lo was beating himself up about everything that happened, even though I told him it was… fine and that we talked everything out last night. I was worried about what your coworkers might be saying, even though it's none of their business, and you guys are really fucking good parents.”

Remus smiled, and then he laughed, and part of Virgil thought that he was definitely calling Virgil’s bluff and security at the same time. But instead the man reached out and ruffled Virgil’s hair the same way his real father hadn’t done in ten years. It was so jarring and sudden that Virgil just stood there and took it and definitely did not have to swallow back the sudden urge to cry.

“You are absolutely going to get me killed by Logan,” Remus said, low enough that it was probably just meant for Virgil. “Hey, LOGAN! DARLING, LOVE OF MY LIFE--!” 

A door down the narrow hall swung over, nearly so sharp that it dented the inner wall and Logan stuck his head out “Remus, I swear to Newton you better have--Virgil?”

The man jerked forward, although he looked a bit more like he would have loved to slam the door closed again. His glasses had fingerprints on the lenses, and his shirt was the same shade as yesterday, although it did look like someone washed and ironed it, unlike Remus. Whatever morning he had, was certainly not going well, if the scowl that had been on his face was anything to go by.

Still Virgil waved at him, like his hands weren’t shaking, his knees weren’t about to give out, and his stomach wasn’t about to relocate to the office building’s tile floor because rent was cheaper.

“I--” Logan ran a hand through his tie, nervously, although Virgil had never seen Logan nervous. He was confident, honest, brutal; but that made his compliments feel like nobel prizes when they were given out and his scathing remarks hurt all that much more. ((You are not our son and never will be.)) “Virgil, what are you doing here?” 

Remus was grinning, though, winking at Virgil as if there was a secret he didn’t know about happening. “Didn’t know you, Lo? Our son brought us lunch.”

Logan leveled him with a glare that Virgil was an extreme fan of. Something he saw Logan give a rude customer at the restaurant once and had ever since been trying to replicate because it was the perfect blend of you’re embarrassing yourself and I’d burn down your house with you in it if I had a lighter on me right now. 

And Remus didn’t even look a bit put off by it. It must have been a married couple thing. Or a Remus thing. Or a Remus-was-married-and-got-that-look-enough-to-build-up-an-immunity thing

“What did you do?” Logan asked his husband.

“Logan!” The woman from the lobby scolded. “I can’t believe you! Your wonderful, sweet son walked all the way here to bring you lunch and you--”

“Yeah, our totally sweet son!” Remus chimed in. “He just came in here. All by himself!”

Logan ignored them both, turning his clinical gaze on Virgil the same way the counselors of his previous schools would when his teachers informed them that he was “purposely” failing their classes. Straight and cutting and you are not my son and never will be and--

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your work,” Virgil said in a small voice. “I can come back another time. Or never. I just… I thought… you guys came to visit me yesterday and we never really got lunch so I brought you Pad Thai with tofu. And uhm…” Please. I could make a good son. You don’t even know me yet.

The women around him all took a sharp intake of breath, the person with the orange hair absolutely whimpered as if he’d stabbed them. 

“I just… wanted to spend time with you,” Virgil said. “To, uhm, talk.”

“Holy fuck, you’re ruthless,” Remus murmured under his breath, and it nearly felt like praise. He wasn’t exactly sure what the fuck he was being praised for, but he must have done something right. 

Logan’s face ran through emotions too fast for Virgil to catch them and classify them. His lungs were pounding against his ribs, trying to expand past what a normal human can breathe for, but then Logan’s eyes melted a fraction, and Virgil thought he could walk on air.

“Of course,” Logan said. “I-- of course, Virgil. Why… why don’t you and Remus come in here and we’ll have lunch.” 

Virgil didn’t sprint towards him, but he could understand if everyone else in the office made the mistake of thinking he did. He heard Remus say something about kids that made it sound like he was feeding into that whole Virgil-is-his-son thing further. However all Virgil could think was Logan, and Logan’s Office Away From People, and I didn’t think I was going to get this far did the elevator break and did it crash to the ground killing me on impact?

Remus closed the door behind himself, trapping Virgil in the office with the two adults. It looked a lot like… well… an office. There weren’t any pictures of Remus or anyone on the walls. There weren’t even knick knacks on the desk. Impersonal, kinda cold, uncomfortable, as if Logan didn’t want any distractions from his 9 to 5 day shift or simply did not like anything-- which Virgil knew wasn’t true because the man was married and once went on a rant about space when Virgil was serving him. There was an Excel sheet pulled up on the computer which it seemed  that Logan had been correcting before he’d been disturbed by Virgil’s… mess.

((There was a chair in the corner with a suit jacket tossed over it. It didn’t match the one Logan was wearing today.))

The room was silent for a whole second while all three of them listened to the people outside go back to whatever their jobs were. 

Then.

“Did you,” Remus started slowly, a light in his eyes that made Virgil’s knees threaten to give out. “Did you just spread the rumor that Logan and I are good parents?! That’s so ballsy, kid!”

Virgil wasn’t sure how much of his smile looked like a grimace. He held out the boxes of food to Logan and Remus. “I am, uh, blackmailing you. Both of you.”

“Blackmailing,” Logan echoed, as Remus grabbed his shoulder and shook them both at a frequency that probably wasn’t safe for humans to be shaken at. “I think I need to sit down. This is not....”

“Oh my god,” Remus whispered. “Holy mother of Culthulu on a butt fucking stick! He’s playing The Game!” 

“Game?” Virgil repeated, trying to reign in all the terror welding in his throat that honestly he was surprised hadn’t straight up killed him already. “Uh no-- I don’t-- Look, it’s really simple! I just need Logan to pretend to be my dad for a day. Like shake hands with my teacher, tell him everything is a-okay at home, and then we don’t ever have to speak about it again! Or speak to each other again! Unless you need your coworkers to think you’re a decent person-- not saying that you aren’t! Because I know you both are! Obviously! Because I wouldn’t agree to a three hour car ride with murderers-- did I even say it was a three hour car ride? Oh fuck I’m sorry, this was stupid--”

“Is there a reason things are not… “a-okay” at home?” Logan said, just short of sounding strangled.

Luckily before Virgil could start sobbing Remus threw a hand over Logan’s mouth and leaned forward. “The kid wants you to play parent, Lolo! Stop thinking so much!”

Logan batted his hand away. “Why me? Why not Remus? Or your actual parents?” Logan asked. “Why… me?”

Virgil wilted back despite his best efforts, already feeling his face do that stupid thing where it heats up beyond humiliation and his entire soul craves spontaneous combustion. “Please don’t make me say it.”

But Logan and Remus apparently couldn’t read minds (fuckkkkk) and just continued to stare at him in baffled confusion. Virgil curled his hands into fists and forced himself to stare at the wall behind Logan’s head and state, out loud, for everyone to hear, “You’re cool.”

“Cool,” Logan echoed. “I’m cool. I’m so cool that you think that makes up for the fact that--”

“Look, my actual parents would be excited if they found out a serial killer grabbed me off the street,” Virgil blurted out. “Remus freaks me the fuck out-- no offense, or actually a lot of offense, please stop grinning at me like that-- and you’re cool, don’t ask me to do anything stupid, never told me I was stupid for not understanding calc-- fuck calc-- so yeah you’re at the top of my adults I trust list right now and I just need someone to be my parent for one day so I can go to this seminar that I really want to go to about business finances management. After that you can tell your coworkers whatever the fuck you guys want from me! Tell them I died! I don’t care! I just… please. Just for ten hours. I’ll find a way to pay for gas, food, and housing so you won’t have to spend a dime!”

“Absolutely not--”

“Please!” Virgil said.

“You’re not paying for it!” Logan said. He shoved his glasses up to his hairline and massaged the bridge of his nose and Virgil’s heart stopped in his chest, leaving him as frozen as a statue.

Remus leaned back against Logan’s desk, far too casual. “So….you’re going?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. Virgil didn’t often subscribe to the idea that hope felt like a fluttery thing, but goddamnit did hope feel like a moth with a broken wing struggling to find some way through a glass window pane. He felt like he was going to be sick; he felt like he was going to pass out. 

Logan placed a hand on his desk to steady himself. “...where… is this event.”

“YES!” Virgil couldn’t help himself. Luckily, Remus and Logan didn’t look too bothered by his outburst. He dug the crumpled folded flyer from his pocket and smoothed it out for Logan to look at, which he accepted easily, already scanning the red, green, and blue writing with a critical eye. 

Virgil knew he was grinning stupidly-- like more stupid than when he watched Janus trip on the sidewalk or answer a question with an abundance of confidence just to be wrong-- but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and turned halfway, to find that Remus was picking through the takeout boxes, and watching him.

“Uh,” Virgil said, smile dropping. “Sorry. That I’ll be stealing your husband for a day. Is… is that okay? Do you guys need to talk about that?”

Remus snorted. “Yeah so, funny story: Logan and I aren’t actually--”

“--in need of discussing it,” Logan cut in, suddenly talking over Remus without looking up from the flyer, or his phone where he was googling something. “I seem to recall a conversation where…. What was it? Ah yes: Just because you let me put a ring on your hand does not mean that either of us controls the other.”

“Oh my god, were you guys actually going to have a divorce?” Virgil blurted out. “Oh shit, did I just make this worse?”

“No,” Remus and Logan said at the same time, in such an agreement that it startled both of them and Virgil raised his hands in a placating move.

“No, kid,” Remus said. “Logan and I just need to have a… conversation.”

“More than one,” Logan added.

“About what we want out of…this.”

“Yes. This.”

Virgil glanced between them. “You guys are acting weird and I don’t like it.”

“Virgil, I am concerned about the statement you made about your parents not caring if a serial killer killed you,” Logan said. “Please, elaborate.”

“It’s not important,” Virgil said automatically. “Really. I think whatever the two of you have going on is far more detail worthy--”

“I also would like you to know that I will not be starting any rumors about you having died, especially not to my coworkers. Remus?”

“The game is not fun when people are getting hurt,” Remus… agreed? Virgil wasn’t sure exactly what was going on. “So, for the foreseeable future you are going to be our son, which is technically providing a service, wouldn’t you agree, Lo?”

“Yes. Providing a service requires a payment. How does thirty dollars an hour sound?”

“What the fuck,” Virgil said. “Wait--”

“This event is an all day affair, which means both of us will be too tired to do any driving afterwards, so that means a hotel,” Logan continued. “Remus, I assumed that you would like to join? Excellent. I’ll have Patton approve your days off. Two bedrooms. Virgil, you mentioned you like to sleep in so I assume a check out around noon the following day, plus a three hour drive back here, would make a total of…. Around twenty seven hours. Which comes out to a total of eight hundred ten dollars. Does that sound adequate?”

Virgil looked at Remus. “I think I made a mistake.”

Remus laughed at him. “I think we should round it to an even thousand.”

“No!” Virgil shrieked. “That was not a solution!”

“Face it, kid. You just won yourself two sugar daddies in one go.” 

“Stop talking!” Virgil said. “You are not going to pay me to be your son on a trip that I am blackmailing you into going on!”

“Sure we are,” Remus said, talking through a mouth of food. “Gotta make up for all the birthdays we missed for our son.”

Virgil thought he was going to melt into the floor. But uh, it was nice? Kinda? Logan was definitely holding a piece of a smile on his normally stoic face and Remus was almost chill and they had been in this room together for a whole five minutes and nothing had exploded and neither of them had tried to kill him for pretending to be their son or otherwise revealed that they were insanely evil. 

So, yeah. When Virgil saw them in the restaurant he didn’t think he was going to actually get adopted, but well…Virgil was tentatively hopeful for how this might turn out.

(Part 6)

#sanders sides #intrulogical #anxceit #remus sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #Hahah yeah that certainly is one way to gain a son #fake marriage #fake dating #fake adoption??? #Rumor Mill Au #sympathetic remus #Maybe having a child really will save this marriage #Far too many OCs #Virgil has a +20 to Charisma despite literally everything #Because I make the rules

[slytherhys]

Strung-Out Heart VIII

A/N - A few things: 1. Keep in mind this is a FLASHBACK chapter. 2. Only part of it was beta'ed so please forgive me for any mistakes 🙏 3. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I've been tweaking it for days to make sure Rowan's every emotion was as clear as possible because it's fundamental for this chapter so I really hope I delivered something worthy. Enjoy ♥

TW - mature themes, strong language, mention of an abusive relationship

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Rowan – 2 years ago

One year.

It had been twelve months and twelve days since Aelin had left, and Rowan still couldn’t wrap his head around what the fuck had happened. How had he gotten here? Where, exactly, had everything gone so tremendously wrong? A year ago, he had thought he was finally making all the right choices, finally moving forward with his life with the woman he loved beside him. Now, looking down his empty bottle with a frown, surrounded by his closest friends in what was supposed to be his birthday celebration, he felt more like he was 17 than his recently made 27.

He stared at the offending bottle, wondering if his friends would get mad if he left early. He hardly felt like celebrating, and he was pretty sure Lorcan was purposely giving him half-empty beer bottles.

He should probably switch to whiskey anyway – it was his birthday, after all.

All of his friends sat around one table at the back of Fenrys’ bar – Lorcan, Elide, Aedion and his boyfriend Kyllian and Fenrys. Even Chaol, a recent addition to their friend group Rowan wasn’t entirely sure he approved of, would drop by whenever he had a break from the bar. Everyone was having fun, and that was what mattered, he supposed. Even if he felt like getting shitfaced alone and maybe finding someone to go home with. Heaven knew he could use the distraction.

“To Rowan,” Elide’s sweet voice called from his left as she raised her glass of red wine. “Here’s to new beginnings – even in your old age.” She smirked, giving him a side-hug as the rest of the table cheered, jeering and chuckling as they took sips from their drinks. Rowan frowned at his drink again, but Lorcan handed him a new bottle before he could protest. A full one, too.

Weird.

“You okay?” His best friend asked just as everyone else started discussing Elide’s new bakery. It had only been open for two weeks but it was already doing amazing numbers. Rowan wasn’t surprised – it was a known fact she was an amazing baker.

“Yup.” He said simply, taking a sip from his new bottle. Lorcan frowned, probably not convinced, but Rowan had stopped trying to be convincing a long time ago – he no longer had the energy for it.

Sure, he should be celebrating. He had a new apartment, Cadre’s Ink was doing better than what they hoped for and just two days ago he had gone on an okay date with a very nice girl – but those things barely felt gratifying. Everyone avoided talking about the reason why, exactly, that was, but it hung over them, like a haunting presence that refused to leave them alone. Even if Elide toasted to new beginnings, he wasn’t sure she truly believed her own words. Hellas knew he didn’t.

He should let it all go – it was nothing he didn’t already know – but his mother had always told him his stubbornness would bite him in the ass one day, and it seemed like it applied to this as well.

Maybe he was a masochist – Elide had accused him of such just a few weeks earlier when she was helping him pack his things so he could move out of their old apartment. Maybe she had a point. Maybe there was no use in keeping most of the things he had kept, but his life with Aelin had been a fundamental part of who he was and getting rid of those memories felt too much like getting rid of a part of him he wasn’t willing to let go. Not yet at least.

“Are you still going to Wendlyn for Christmas?” Lorcan asked casually. Too casually. His friend knew better than anyone that Rowan was getting tired of constantly being coddled by everyone, but it never stopped him from constantly monitoring him. Rowan supposed he should be grateful for the friends he had but his birthday was clearly not meant to be a happy occasion.

Would she call him? Maybe leave a message?

Would she even remember it was his birthday?

Rowan shook his head, trying to get rid of his intrusive thoughts as he refocused on his friend. “Yeah, I think so.” He shrugged. He missed his family and being around them would probably do him some good. The Gods knew he needed a change of scenery.

“And…” Lorcan eyed him, lowering his voice so only Rowan could hear his next words. “Have you thought about moving?” He cleared his throat just as Elide’s and Fenrys’ laughter boomed around them.

Rowan quickly shook his head, dismissing the idea completely. “I’m your partner, Lorcan.” He took another sip, wishing for something stronger to numb the anger bubbling inside his chest. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Lorcan clearly heard what he wasn’t saying, and Rowan swallowed the bitterness that threatened to claw its way out. His anger had clearly made him entirely too transparent in recent months if even someone like Lorcan could read him that easily. “I would understand, Ro.”

“No.” He simply said, leaving no room for debate. “I’m not leaving you.”

Lorcan sighed, sounding tired. “Maybe Wendlyn would do you some good, though.”

“Yeah, and that’s why I’m going there on Christmas.” He shrugged, smirking at his friend. “Do you want to get rid of me that much?”

Lorcan ignored his attempt at humour. Hellas, it was his birthday – couldn’t he just give him a break?  “We’ve talked about opening a second location,” He shrugged, leaning against his chair, feigning serenity Rowan doubted he possessed. “Why not do it in your hometown?”

“It’s not happening, Lorcan.”

“Just because she left doesn’t mean you can’t leave too Rowan.” His jaw clenched even if his friend’s words were cautious. Gentle. “It’s not the same thing.”

“Will you fucking drop it?” He exploded, the joyous laughter around them ceasing suddenly as all eyes fell on him. Fucking great. “I’m going to get another drink.” He muttered, leaving before anyone could stop him.

When he had told Lorcan he was thinking about going back home he didn’t expect his best friend to be so eager about seeing him leave. It had been a passing thought; the consequence of too much alcohol and not enough sleep. Sure, it had sounded logical for a second – there wasn’t anything really keeping him in Orynth, so he saw no point in staying. But much like most of his thoughts these days, it was meaningless banter, as if testing his thoughts out loud to see if they felt right.

Truth be told, nothing felt right but staying in Orynth. Even if Aelin wasn’t around anymore, his entire life was here. He had a career – a purpose – his friends and his own apartment, however empty it might be still. Despite everything, he had created roots in Orynth and since the only person that might have made him consider leaving had left herself, nothing now could possibly drag him out of this city. 

Rowan ordered a glass of whiskey which Chaol promptly served him before attending to his other customers, but a hand on his shoulder interrupted him before he could take a sip. He fought the need to growl, instead smiling as he noticed it was Elide eyeing him with open curiosity. Rowan waited for the questions, the coddling, but she gave him nothing but a raised eyebrow.

“Are you sure you should be drinking whiskey?” He tilted his head. “You’re supposed to help me tomorrow, remember?”

Rowan rolled his eyes, smiling softly at her teasing. All the men were helping out Elide since she couldn’t afford to hire someone else, and tomorrow was his turn. Even if he had to get up at an abnormal hour, Elide knew damn well he wouldn’t slack off on his duties.

“I’m 27, El.”

Elide pursed his lips, taking the stool by his side. “I know, old man. That’s why I’m concerned.” She smirked and Rowan shook his head, laughing for the first time that night.

“Lorcan means well, you know.” She said as she signalled Chaol for a refill. “He can be a brute,” she shrugged. “But he’s looking out for you.”

“I know that.” And he did. He was just being an ass for the sake of it, apparently. “I’m just having a shit day.”

Elide nodded, wrinkling her brows as she stared at the wooden counter. “Some days are worse than others.” She smiled. “We can all try to help you but no one really knows what’s going inside your head, Ro.” She leaned against his arm, resting her head on his shoulder as they remained staring ahead of them. “But that’s a choice you’re making on your own.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

She chuckled at his indignant tone. “We’ve been trying to help you all year long and you’ve done nothing but push us away, Whitethorn.”

“It’s easier.” He said softly.

“I know,” She stood straighter as Chaol approached with her favoured wine, serving them with a smile and immediately leaving. “But you haven’t even tried.” She took a sip, a knowing glint in her brown eyes as she watched Rowan. “We’ve all been through shit. You know that.” She nodded towards the table where her friends were. “Fenrys can’t keep a relationship even if his life depends on it, Aedion has been ignoring his boyfriend all night long and Lorcan spent years of his life in an abusive relationship.” She said quietly, her eyes unseeing as she stared at their friends. “We all have all sorts of fucked up advice we could give you and yet you refuse us the honour.” She smirked slightly, blinking once before turning her eyes back on Rowan.

“And you?”

“Well, I’ll be here when the good parts begin.” She grinned, but a sliver of sadness crept into her eyes.

Rowan huffed, shaking his head as he took another sip of liquid courage. “And when do we get to that?” It was a rhetorical question. Kinda.

“You’d have to try and get over the bad.”

Rowan glanced at Elide, noting her smug smile as she took yet another sip. “When did you get so wise?”

She hopped off the stool, sending him a grin that lit up the entire room. “My wisdom has always been my greatest asset.” And then she was walking back to her boyfriend; to their friends, who were all celebrating his life with a happy smile on their faces.

So he went as well - the least he could do was try.

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Birthdays could actually be fun if one stopped thinking about all the ways their life had gone to shit, Rowan thought with a chuckle as he finally managed to open the door to his new apartment. It still smelled slightly musty despite the open windows, and the walls were painted in a hideous yellow that made his eyes hurt but for the first time since he had bought it, it felt like home.

His room had already been painted sage-green, the smell of paint lingering in the air as he navigated through the card boxes that were standing as furniture until he finally unpacked his things, and even though it still lacked any decoration at all, it already felt like his room. The mattress was on the floor, since the bed frame he had ordered earlier that week was yet to arrive, but there were books by its side and his reading glasses on top of them next to a picture frame of his family. It wasn’t much, but they were pieces of him; of his new life.

He bent down, sitting on the mattress as he opened the closest box, where he knew a warmer duvet was stored. Maybe opening the windows in October hadn’t been the greatest idea, but he’d rather freeze than have a musty apartment. He pulled a wool duvet, a gift from his mother when he first moved to Terrasen, but a soft thud made his head snap back to the box. A book – a small paperback edition of Persuasion by Jane Austen. It wasn’t his book, but Rowan knew it had been on the bedside table, collecting dust. Elide had probably added it to the box without thinking twice, but now Rowan wondered if there was a reason…

He blinked once. Twice.

He’d promised Elide he would try just a few hours ago, but maybe this was a sign that he should try and talk to her. Just one last time. Maybe she would hear him and maybe he could kiss her again. He liked that idea. A lot.

Before his sluggish brain could catch up, Rowan was looking down at a picture of a smiling Aelin, his thumb hovering above the call button. Hellas, he had missed seeing her face. Why had he stopped? He couldn’t remember right now. He put his phone against his ear, letting the seconds go by as he tried to think of something clever to say.

Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he had a good feeling about this.

He sighed, leaning against the wall, and ignoring the way his stomach seemed to be turning. “Hi, fireheart.” He closed his eyes, the name sounding sour on his tongue. Did she even like being called that anymore? He highly doubted it. “It’s my birthday.” He added lamely. “I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve been thinking a lot about you. Lorcan doesn’t like it, though.” He chuckled quietly, clearing his voice before he tried again. “Aedion told me you found friends and a new apartment, so I suppose that’s a good thing. I wonder if you ever miss me though,” he huffed, thinking of all the texts and calls he had hoped for and never received. “But I guess I know the answer to that.”

He hummed, suddenly feeling tired. “You were my best friend before I ever even kissed you, Aelin.” He sighed, suddenly feeling glum. What the fuck was he doing? “I don’t know what’s the point of this call, but I guess I wish I could see you again.” A pause. “Hear your voice.” Was his speech slurred? “It’s been a year and I’m still not entirely convinced I can live without you, fireheart. Do you think I’ll ever learn?” He would soon go mad if he didn’t.

Rowan stayed silent, trying to make sense of his thoughts. Would she even hear this? Or would she get the notification and delete it as easily as she had deleted him from her life? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but maybe it was a good thing future Rowan would be the one dealing with the consequences of his present actions – mainly considering he was seconds away from barfing.

“I’ll always love you, Aelin.” He said to the dimly lit room, promising himself it would be the last time he ever said the words. “Even if I’m not sure you deserve it.”

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Rowan stared at his phone unblinking as he sipped from his third coffee that morning – an incredible perk of helping at the bakery, he supposed. Elide sat across from him, her eyes flickering between the counter, his phone, and his face.

He knew he looked like shit – he felt like it too. He had avoided looking in the mirror before he left his apartment and rushed to Elide’s bakery, asking for a cannoli and a black coffee in the hopes they would, somehow, make all his shitty actions more bearable.

Needless to say, they didn’t.

It was the middle of the morning, the first break they had since Elide’s opened, and even if he was exhausted, dragging his feet with every step he took, he suddenly wished for more customers to flood the bakery; to numb himself in exhaustion so he wouldn’t feel absolutely revolted with himself.  

“Ro?” Elide called gently, her hand reaching for his and pushing his phone down on the table. Rowan looked up at her, hating the understanding smile on her face.

“It didn’t send.” He simply muttered.

The first thing Rowan had done when he got to Elide minutes before she opened shop was tell her exactly what he had done last night, incapable of dealing with his heavy conscience. Elide had frowned and though he could see the curiosity in her eyes, she refrained from commenting; refrained from talking to him at all if he was being honest.

Somehow, he preferred her pitiful smiles to her silences, so he’d take what he could get.

He hadn’t been able to check his phone all morning, dreading whatever truth lied inside of it, and the more he stared at the screen the more he wished he was as oblivious as he had been those blissful five seconds when he had woken up. All good things in his life were short-lived, apparently.

“What?”

“It didn’t send.” He looked outside, unable to meet her knowing gaze and focusing on the heavy pour instead. November had come with a vengeance, it seemed. “Apparently the number doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Oh.” Elide frowned, opening her mouth as if about to say something when the door of the bakery opened again, the bell above it ringing pleasantly and signalling the arrival of more customers. Rowan stood up, giving Elide a kiss on the top of her head before turning to leave, but she stopped him before he could leave – his shift was over, anyway. “Is it time, then?” She asked, but Rowan furrowed his brows in confusion. “To move on, I mean.”

But Rowan wasn’t sure, so he sent her what he hoped was a reassuring smile before leaving the bakery, cursing under his breath as the rain seemed to come down even harder than before. He eyed the bar on the other side of the street. Was Fenrys already in?

Rowan rushed to the other side of the street, pushing the (thankfully) open door and letting it close behind him, drowning out the sounds of the storm. The lights were on, but there was no sight of Fenrys other than the sound of his voice.

“…when I can visit. Give me time, okay?” He sighed and Rowan walked towards the sound of his friend’s voice. “I don’t think I’m ready to see your new life, yet.” A pause followed by a low chuckle. “I’m sure I will, but it’s not him I’m concerned about. Are you happy, Aelin?”

Rowan went still, the breath in his lungs making a quick escape as he felt the colour drain out of his face. Was Fenrys talking to Aelin? His Aelin? Was that even possible? She changed numbers – he knew that for a fact now – and Aedion had told him she barely even talked to him.

“Not really,” Fenrys’ voice interrupted his thoughts. “But he’s surviving.” Rowan felt his stomach twist. Were they talking about him? The thought left a tart taste in his mouth. He didn’t want them talking about him. He didn’t even like the idea of Aelin being concerned over his well-being. Not anymore.

All the emotions of the previous night seemed to freeze inside his chest, locking away all the hopes he had foolishly nursed over a cursed book.

He's surviving.

And she was enjoying her new life, wasn’t she? Inviting old friends to see her after she had left without a single goodbye, gone in the middle of the night like a coward. Rowan reached for the ring he, for some reason, still carried with himself, squeezing the cold metal between his fingers, feeling the bite of the small diamond against his skin.

He walked away silently, ignoring the rain as he returned to his apartment. He’d text Fenrys later, but he couldn’t be with his friend right now.

Aedion had told him months ago that Aelin wasn’t coming back but some foolish part of him had refused to believe it. He had waited by their apartment for days, hadn’t sold it for months until he couldn’t stand the sight of it. He still felt his every cell looking for her every time he was in public. Was he cursed to live the rest of his days like this? Rowan refused.

She had clearly moved on and instead of doing the same, Rowan had held onto every bad omen like they were proof of her return. Could he blame his friends for their pitying gazes? He had spent an entire year going round in circles, waiting for her because he’d convinced himself that’s what you do when you love somebody. But what had he gained from it all? An unused engagement ring and an empty apartment decorated with cardboard boxes containing memories that didn’t feel like his anymore.

Rowan entered his apartment, ignoring the fact he was dripping all over the wooden floors, and walked to his room, opening the closet and reaching for the tiny velvet box he had kept inside.

He had carried his wishes all year around, holding onto hope that Aelin would return to him, like he always believed she meant to, and that maybe they could restart again. But Aelin, in true Aelin fashion, had dropped the fatal blow. She was living her life, reaching out to old friends and moving on swiftly. Why shouldn’t he do the same?

Rowan looked at the ring one last time before setting it back in its original box, closing it with a resonant snap.

It was time to move on.



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[purplegirl20]

The weather outside is frightful, but our love is so delightful

Pairing: Damian Priest x Self-Insert (Me)

Summary: Damian helps me decorate a Christmas tree.

Warning: Smut (18+)

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Note: This story is going to be long and detailed. I hope you enjoy my story and I hope everyone is having a safe and Happy Holidays.

December 21th:

It was a cold and cloudy Wednesday evening. I finally arrived home dealing with a busy day of delivering food and dropping people off at airports.

Shaynell: Whoo!! What a day today. I don't know how I did but I made 800 bucks in tips in 1 day. New record!

I quickly kicks off my shoes, giving me a sigh of relief.

Shaynell:(sighs) Oh thank god.

I sighs as I plop down on the couch, trying to relax.

Shaynell:(sighs) So comforting. Maybe I should get some sleep before dinner. I should get some Chinese takeout for dinner and watch AEW.

I slowly my eyes to get some shut-eye.

30 minutes later...

Shaynell:(snoring)

"Mija. Mija"

Shaynell:(groans)

"Mija. Wake up"

Shaynell:(groans) 5 more minutes. I'm tired.

"Aw. You're no fun. I'm guess I'll make my own fun."

Then all of the sudden, I felt something touching my feet, causing me to squeak.

Shaynell:(squeak)

Then all of the sudden, I felt fingers tickling my feet, causing to laughing.

Shaynell:(laughing) HAHAHAHA! NO! STOP! PLEASE!

I quickly opens my eyes and saw Damian, smiling at me.

Damian:(chuckling) Finally. You're awake.

Shaynell:(whines) Damian. I was sleeping.

He smirks and kiss me on the lips, making me blush.

Damian: I'm sorry Mija. I just want to see you.

He smiles and starts peppering my face with kisses, making me laugh.

Shaynell:(laughing) Damian. That tickles.

Damian chuckles in amusement and hugs me from behind.

Damian: I miss you so much.

He smiles and kiss my forehead, making me smile.

Shaynell:(giggling) Damian...

Damian: I got something for you.

Shaynell: Really? You got me a gift before Christmas?

Damian: Of course.

He then give me a box wrapped in purple wrapping paper.

Shaynell: Ooooh. How's interesting.

I quickly ripped it open and remove the lid, revealing some christmas lingerie.

Shaynell: Oh my god.

Damian:(chuckling) You like it?

Shaynell: I do. I thought I have to wait until Christmas to enjoy my gift.

Damian: Why wait for Christmas to enjoy it, when you can enjoy right now.

He smirks and starts teasing me by kissing my neck, making me giggle.

Damian: Why don't you try it on for Papi?

Shaynell:(squeaks) Ok.

I smile and quickly left the room to try out the lingerie.

3 minutes later...

Damian: Mija. Are you ok?

I stepped outside to show off my lingerie.

Shaynell:(blushing) How do I look?

Damian: You look beautiful.

He smiles and kiss me on the lips.

Damian:(chuckling) You're look fucking hot.

He pick me up without breaking the kiss.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian...

He chuckled in amusement and starts kissing and biting my neck, causing me to wince and moan in both pain and pleasure.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian...

Damian:(chuckling) Your moans is turning me on right now. I want to please you. Fuck you. Scream my name. Please. Let me please you.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian. You don't need to ask.

He smirks and carried to my bedroom. He quickly set me on top for the bed and starts kissing and licking my neck.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian.

Damian:(chuckling) Your moans are so satisfying to hear.

He then lets his hand slide into my panties and starts rubbing my sensitive clit.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Damian...

Damian:(chuckling) You like that? You like how Papi's big fingers pleasuring that slutty pussy of yours.

I squeaks and nods my head.

Damian:(chuckling) Good.

He continue pleasing my pussy by spreading my pussy lips and rubbing my sensitive nub with his thumb.

Shaynell:(whimpering) FUCK!

Damian: Your precious cunt is getting wetter by the second from my touch. Such a slutty girl.

He smirks and continue licking and nibbling my neck.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Damian...

Damian: Shh, shh, shh. Relax and let Papi do all the work.

He smirks and pull down my bra, exposing my hershey kiss nipples.

Shaynell:(gasp)

Damian: shh, shh,shh.

He then starts fondling my tits, while rubbing my clit.

Shaynell:(blushing) You're multitasking Bunuelos.

Damian: Of course. I love pleasuring you in more ways than one.

He smiles and passionately kiss me on the lips, making blush and moan.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian.

I quickly use my hand to pull down his zipper, freeing his now throbbing cock from its leather prison.

I smirks and starts rubbing his shaft.

Damian:(moans) Boston cream.

Shaynell:(chuckling) I'm not the only one that should be pleasured.

I smirks and continue rubbing his shaft, causing him to bite his bottom lips in arousal.

Damian:(breathe sharply) Oh God! Oh GOD!

Damian continue pleasuring my pussy as I rubs his thick cock.

Shaynell:(moans)

Damian:(grunts) I love miss your hand around my cock.

Shaynell:(moans) And I love your fingers inside me.

He smirks and inserts his thick finger inside of my now wet pussy.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh GOD! OH GOD!

Damian:(grunts) FUCK!

Shaynell:(moans) Please let me cum! PLEASE LET ME CUM! OH GOD! PLEASE LET ME CUM!

Tears was flowing down my cheeks as I was holding my orgasm.

Shaynell:(Whimpering) PLEASE! LET ME CUM! I'M GOING TO DIE!

Damian vigorously rubs my clit, causing my pussy to convulses violence.

Shaynell: I'm cumming! I'M---AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

My pussy quickly squirts out my sticky love juice all over my bedsheets.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Oh god!

I let my tired hand rubs his throbbing shaft.

Shaynell: Bunuelos. Will you give me a white Christmas?

Damian:(moans) I will. I do anything for you.

I smirks and continue rubbing his cock until it starts twitching from his upcoming climax.

Damian:(grunts) OH GOD! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA-AHHHHHHHH!

He quickly coats my hand with his liquid seed. He quickly plopped down on the bed and quickly catch his breath.

Damian:(chuckling) Wow.

I smirks and taste his white love juice.

Shayne:(chuckling) You taste delicious.

I smile and kiss him on the lips, making him smile.

Shaynell:(smiling) Thank you for the gift. I love you.

Damian: Well I glad you like it, my little brownie.

He smiles and kiss me on the lips, making me giggle. He wraps his arms around my body and hold me tight.

I cuddle with him form warmth, making him smile.

Damian: I Love you.

Shaynell: I love you too.

We smile and kiss.

Damian: How about after dinner and AEW, we'll go for round two?

Shaynell: Sound good.

I smile and goes to the bathroom.

Damian: Boston cream. Where you going?

Shaynell: I need to freshens up? Wanna join me?

Damian:(smirks) You don't have to ask.

He quickly removes clothes, exposing his sculpted body.

Shaynell:(chuckling) God. You're the best gift that ever had.

He smirks and follows me to the bathroom to take our shower together.

#damian priest #puerto rican papi #damian priest imagine #damian priest oneshot #wwe fanfiction #wwe oneshot

[lewdladylily]

Hiya, how have the holidays been for you? We had pork ribs/belly, angeldicks (sausages :P), mashed potatoes +more on xmas eve and it was delicious! Newyears eve was turkey day, I'm so stuffed and for once it's food and not by toys or dicks xD Glad we have the cabin to go to so Em and the kitten don't have to be freaked out by the fireworks. -Anna

The holidays have been pretty good. Some nice family events, it was a lot of fun watching my daughter open presents. Exhausting though, my daughter hasn't been the easiest lately. And fewer opportunities to do lewd things while she is on winter break is disappointing of course. But things are generally going well.

There is one fun thing I've been able to do somewhat consistently over the holidays. I don't know how much I've talked about it on here, but Raven has been training me in endurance walking while wearing high heels, with the basic goal of working me up to pony boots. The idea is it helps me get in my regular exercise and lets us indulge in one of our favorite kinks, pony play. I started back in October I think, using some ankle boots with a block heel that was fairly high. I've been walking in place, its the most practical thing right now, but I would love to get a treadmill for this someday. Maybe I will if I keep this up long enough, prove it wont be a waste of money. For the time being I am using a metronome to keep me on pace and a timer.

Anyway, I was becoming pretty expert in walking in heels like that, so mistress decided it was time for a step up in difficulty and bought me some thigh high boots with a 6" spike heel for Christmas.

I love my new boots so much. The feel so good to wear, nice and tight with some resistance when I bend my knee without hindering movement, and they are a lot of fun to walk in. I was pleased to find that my experience with easier heels transferred quite well to these boots and I could easily walk around short distances from the start, but they are significantly harder in terms of endurance. It's the balance. Not that I feel like I am going to fall over, but keeping your balance is a full body effort. You have to keep disciplined, not letting yourself tilt or let your posture get too bad, and you have to step straight and distribute your weight correctly because the heel barely helps with any of that.

The result is that before with my ankle boots it was fun, but this really feels like pony play training. I've always loved pony play kink, and one of my favorite fantasies involving it is being made to walk until I am too exhausted to continue, then fucked to orgasm (or excessive edging, depending on how masochistic I am feeling) while dead exhausted, dripping in sweat, and unable to resist even if I wanted to. Pony training with these boots plus edging during my breaks and after my training is finished has been an excellent approximation of that fantasy.

Hopefully at some point I can upgrade to true pony boots, but even then I am sure I'll be enjoying these boots regularly.

I'm actually just about to go do a training session now, boots on and everything, just decided I should answer this before I did.

Oh, and I am sure some people are wondering so I might as well say it here, I'm still in denial from last time I reported it I believe, with my last real orgasm back on September 15, and my last ruin on October 11th. I don't anticipate my next orgasm being all that soon either, we've just not had enough time to do things so I've not been worked up into the kind of horny mess Mistress likes me to be. Hopefully we can change that soon :)

Thank you for the ask!

#lily talks

[corroded-coffee]

Forbidden Mixtape, Part 3

“Ugh. Christmas music. Still?” Eddie groaned.

“Yeah. It’s Christmas,” Steve replied.

“Yesterday. It was Christmas yesterday,” Eddie countered.

“Fair point,” Steve shrugged. “But Keith has the keys to the office, and that’s where the casettes are.”

“We can pop in literally anything else,” Eddie practically begged.

“You want to go out into the car for another tape right now?” Steve asked. The snowstorm was getting worse. Even opening the door made the indoor temperature drop 20 degrees.

“I might,” Eddie threatened.

“Don’t,” Steve sighed. “I’ll turn it off.”

“Why did Keith even make you come in today?” Eddie asked. “It’s not like anyone is going to brave the snow for a video.”

“Because he’s a sadistic fuck. Or stupid. Or both,” Steve walked over to the tape deck on the other side of the store, the one that pumped the music through the store. “But at least you’re here.” Steve smiled.

“Only because I’m a masochistic fuck,” Eddie smiled back.

“Or stupid,” Steve chuckled.

“Or both,” Eddie’s smile faded a little as he saw Steve struggling with the tape deck.

“Dammit,” Steve mumbled as he fumbled with the buttons.

“Don’t say it,” Eddie warned him. “Don’t.”

“It’s stuck.”

“I asked you not to say it.” Sometimes the buttons on the tape deck would stick in the on position, and there was no way to turn off or eject the tape. Of course today would be one of those days.

Steve began to try to move the entire cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked.

“I have to move the cabinet to unplug it.”

“Dude, don’t bother!” Eddie laughed. “I can endure it.”

Steve chuckled. “We shall overcome.”

The next song started

I really can’t stay

Baby it’s cold outside

I’ve got to go away

Baby it’s cold outside

“Oh, and this one is the worst!” Steve groaned. “So creepy.”

“Creepy?” Eddie asked. Steve came back to his spot behind the counter, the counter upon which Eddie was sitting.

“Yeah, creepy. Dude is harassing this girl who obviously wants to leave.”

“Ya think?”

“Yeah, I mean just listen. She keeps trying to find excuses to go,” Steve opened the register and started counting the money, more for something to do than anything else.

“I always thought she actually wanted to stay, but was worried about what people would think,” Eddie said, “I mean, just listen. ‘The neighbors might think. There’s bound to be talk tomorrow.’ She’s worried about the uptight neighbors. Cuz heaven forbid a lady want to spend the evening with a gentleman caller.”

“A gentleman caller?” Steve cawed with laughter. “Really?”

Eddie leaned back, pretending to be shot. “Oh, you wound me!” He exalimed.

“What decade are you from?”

“How could you do this thing to me?” Eddie sang along with the music, pretending to die on the spot, splayed across the front desk.

“Eddie, get up!” Steve said through gales of laughter. He grabbed Eddie by the hand and pulled him back up to a sitting position.

“Ah, yes. We wouldn’t want to upset the droves of customers,” Eddie thew out his arms, indicating the empty store.  

“Maybe you’re upsetting me.” Steve countered in a very unconvincing tone.

“Oh, is that so, Harrington?”

“After all, one should be on their best behavior with a…ah, gentleman caller.”

“Oh, I don’t think either one of them are thinking of behaving,” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows. “Gotta admit, tough, the ‘what’s in this drink line is a little…”

“Creepy,” Steve finished.

“Yes, creepy.”

“It is really cold outside,” Steve said, glancing up out the store window. “Seriously. If you want to leave, take the car and get out, go ahead.”

“Nah.”

“No, seriously. It’s getting pretty bad,” Steve held out the keys. “I’ll find another way home.”

“I think,” Eddie said, pushing the keys away, “I actually want to stay.”

Then he kissed Steve stupid.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #boxing day

[thessalian]

Thess vs Appraisals

Today was a good day. Tiring, and painful, but good.

As mentioned, I was asked to come into work today instead of yesterday, because short-handed. Which ... no kidding - Temp, Goblin, and the other part-timer were all out. Honestly, while it did make the sheer volume of work a little stressful, but it could have been worse. No, the worst of it was that it was pouring rain when I left the house. Yegh.

Of course, the other level of stress was it being employee appraisal day. I hate employee appraisals. I always dread them. It’s not that I think I’m bad at my job; I am fully aware that I’m not. It’s just frustrating to have this whole questionnaire and meeting with manager to figure out how you’re doing at your job. I do my job. I do it to the best of my ability. And if I judge that I’m doing better at my job than manager does, that’s just embarrassing. And most managers are happy to use those to try to bully employees into working even harder than they already were. I should know; I’ve had a few like that.

So I went into little borrowed office serving as ‘meeting room’ with Scruffman, and mostly it started with a discussion wherein we determined that I really only had to go in if they were drastically understaffed as far as Scruffman is concerned, and that we’ll meet up in March to talk about my taking more hours on days when I’m working from home. Then we moved on to the actual appraisal and ... apparently I distinctly underestimate myself. We talked about the various ways I’ve been streamlining the typing process (macros set on our transcription system for specific phrases that get used all the time so I don’t have to type them in full, stuff like that). The fact that I’m always willing to help out with urgent typing, digging up reports on request, helping with minor IT issues, whatever else comes up. That I apparently listen well before I try to give input into something. Even the fact that I bring in treats for the staff when I’m doing my Making Things binges. A couple of places I put down “Meets Expectations” got summarily changed to “Exceeds Expectations”, which was the overall ‘score’, if you like, of my appraisal. Which ... I mean, hey. I try. It’s nice to know that I’m doing as well as I generally want to be.

(I did bring up Temp’s tendency to try to skip the long typing as much as possible. I also flagged up that I didn’t mind that much now that I’m in a better ergonomic environment and not having to commute, because typing the long ones hurts and can sometimes be the straw that broke the camel’s back in that sort of situation, but that it was just annoying. Dunno what comes of that but at least it’s said.)

Also spoke about upcoming bus strike issues (every Thursday for the next month). The conclusion we’ve generally come to is “Unless there’s massive sickness and we need someone for the phones, I’m happy for you to just stay home”. So I’m going to text on the affected Thursdays to see if he needs me and if he doesn’t, I will stay home. Flexibility is apparently just another perk of being good at my job ... and I honestly think he’s noticed that I actually do work better at home, at least in terms of volume.

Meeting ended with a fistbump ... which I had to be careful about because apparently I now have dyshidrotic eczema, particularly on the right hand. Not the usual part of the fist that gets bumped, but still. Then a little more typing and I headed for home ... via the big Tesco, but that’s because I am a masochist. Well, also because I wanted and needed a few things. Apples and peaches for the dehydrator, because I’m about to have a week off and healthy snacks are A Thing. Dill and cucumbers for the refrigerator dill pickles, ditto. Butter for various bits of cookery that I’ll work on tomorrow because some of it’s gifts. Sellotape because I’d rather buy it and not need it than get home and realise I don’t have any and have to go out on Christmas fucking Eve. And a steak for me because I damn well earned one.

So now I’ve got cinnamon sugar apple chips a-dehydrating, cucumber spears (and one jar of slices) are soaking up nice dill brine, and I should go to bed but various of my glorious friends threw video games at my head for Christmas. I mean, I threw video games at theirs too but that’s beside the point. The point is that I have a ... very varied selection of video games to play now. Though given that I still hurt like hell and it’s late, probably best not to start on anything new.

Anyway, I have the whole upcoming week. I told Milady on my way out that my plans for the holidays involved, barring visiting the parentals for Christmas dinner and the occasional trip to the corner shop, just not leaving the house. She asked if that was desirable. I said, “I have new video games”. And that’s before I got PowerWash Simulator and both Shadows Over Loathing and West of Loathing thrown at my head. So ... yeah. Those, Munchkin Digital, and A Plague Tale: Innocence (I’m not normally very good at those kinds of games but I didn’t think I’d be any good at Horizon: Zero Dawn either, so there you go). Plus whatever I pick up in the Steam holiday sale with or without Steam gift cards from the parentals. Sometimes you just have to add to the Big List of Games I Need To Play, I guess?

Last thing: there is little in this world more satisfying as looking at your alarm ... and turning it off because you won’t need it for more than a week. (Also somebody please remind me that I have two weeks of annual leave I still need to book.)

#Thess has a day job #Thess has a commute #Thess cooks #Thess plays video games

[bobgoesw00t]

Top 10 Video Games of All Time: bobgoesw00t Edition (Part 08)

Quick update before I get to my revealing my Number 3 Video Game of All Time! My immediate family is coming over on Christmas Eve and we're opening our presents that night, so I'll either be posting Number 2 then and Number 1 on Christmas, OR I'll be posting 2 on Sunday and 1 on Tuesday...OK now onto the actual game.

I had a hard time picking this one and I kept alternating between it and my Number 2 pick being in the other’s spot, but in the end I had to put the Game of the Year winner at The Game Awards 2022 here. So this means if you haven't heard by now, Number 3 goes to:

That's right, the MASSIVE behemoth from the brilliant (and partially masochistic) minds at FromSoftware that some people will say stole the GotY award from Dad of Boy Ragnarok, Elden Ring.

Now I feel like I need to mention that this is the first FromSoftware/SoulsBorne/Seikiro game I've legit owned, but I DID however play a bit of Dark Souls Remastered on my Switch to help prepare for when I started this game. I didn't beat Dark Souls (didn't even get past the first main area xD) but I got enough of a feel for it that I felt ready to tackle whatever The Lands Between.

And I did a good job...at first... I made a Warrior and made the mistake of going straight for Stormveil Castle and got my ass handed to me by Margit. SO after going, "FUCK THIS", I ran around the did stuff in the Weeping Peninsula and even opened that damn teleport trap in the Dragon-Burnt Ruins, ended up in Caelid and yeeted myself out of that damn mine ASAP. I eventually managed to get past Margit and cleared Stormveil Castle and headed into the next area (and discovered the hidden side route to it a bit later)...which is when it started to go south.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to get to Rennala and was able to kill her first stage without any struggle when OH BOY, SHE FUCKED ME UP IN THE SECOND STAGE!!!!! No matter what I tried, I couldn't kill her so I tried to find the back way to the Altus Plateau (cause I knew there HAD to be one as Liurnia and Caelid both had one) only to get stuck on one of the enemies and after 24 hours, I decided to make a different character (cause I had wanted to try out the magic in the game), made an Astrologer and in the end, she's the Tarnished who has since become Elden Lord twice (once with the Age of the Stars and again with the Age of the Duskborn). Already on my third run with her and I'm debating on which ending to go with but enough about MY journey.

People will tell you that Elden Ring is "HARD" just like the other FromSoftware games of late, but I'm here to tell you the game is only as hard as you make it 95% of the time. As long as you take your time going through areas, make sure not to over aggro and get overwhelmed, you won't have much of a problem taking out regular enemies. Bosses are a bit trickier obviously, but if you know how to exploit various parts of the game (the Bleed status can be VERY fucking powerful) and use the correct Spirit Ash Summon (those are in the game for a reason idiots who insist that they "break the game"), bosses can also be somewhat easier to kill.

The Lands Between are BEAUTIFUL (the only open world game that's prettier IMO is Ghost of Tsushima and dare I say it, the last three Assassin's Creed games), MASSIVE and full of locations to check out, which is one of the games main strengths. If you get stuck on a boss, back track a bit, explore a different part of the world, and come back when you've leveled up a bit and/or have upgraded your weapons. There's a high chance that you'll be able to kill the boss then and DAMN does it feel satisfying. Hell, you might do what I did on Haruka (my Astrologer) and spend so much time exploring other areas (I FINALLY found the back way onto the Altus Plateau and spent a good chuck on time up there. I also managed to find the greatest location in the entire game IMO: Dominula, Windmill Village...if you need any proof, I present the following video: https://youtube.com/watch?v=_JthoRyAb2Y&feature=shares) that when you go back to fight said boss, you'll be a bit OVER leveled and totally fuck them up...which is what happened to Rennala...and it was perfection!!!

There's also a large amount of weapons to try out and it won't be long before you find the one piece of equipment that you'll carry for the rest of the game. I ended up with Moonveil (fully upgraded to +10), and the Meteorite Staff to abuse it's boost to Gravity Magic...quite a few bosses don't stand a chance if you spam Rock Sling while using this staff. Spam the spell until you break their poise, run in for the Critical Hit, RUN AWAAAAAAAAAY, and then repeat until the boss goes "BLEH".

Armor, while not doing much at times, is also important at times as the passive increases to the resistance stats can make a big difference if Poison, Scarlet Rot and what not stack enough to be inflicted. Not to mention some of the armor is REALLY FUCKING COOL LOOKING, with my special shout-out going to the Black Knife Set for having a cloak that makes you partially invisible.

Then there's the various usable items and good god some of them are totally fucking hysterical...I'm talking of course about the Mimic's Veil, the item that turns you into a JPEG of a random object you'll find in the world. This is what got me to the Red Wolf of Radagon my first run! I tossed a throwing knife/dagger at a foe, broke line of sight, used the Mimic's Veil to hide and when the dumb ass came over to find me they go, "HMMM, THERE'S NOTHING HERE BUT A RANDOM TREE THAT SHOULDN'T BE HERE...OH WELL! I GUESS SHE'S GONE!", proceed to slowing walk away which is when I go "BAM", stab them in the back and they die. It's even funnier if you've been turned into a Weeping Angel like what happened to me one time: https://twitter.com/bobgoesw00t/status/1500987346421956613

I want to talk about the music now before I give the summary, some additional notes and the score. The various composers NAILED the soundtrack and I actually spent a good amount of time in the Character Creator the first time simply because of the pretty music that plays on it. The Final Battle track is STUPIDLY EPIC cause it's a more layered version of the Title Screen music and once it transitions to the Elden Beast, you hear a subtle, but still GORGEOUS bit of music that has a majestic feel to it, but NOTHING, and I mean, NOTHING can top the Regal Ancestor Spirit. HOLY MOTHER FUCKING HELL does that track give you goosebumps the first time you hear it. That boss fight isn't really that hard in comparison to some of the others due to how unique it looks and the music only helps make it the more memorable. I won't post a link to the track for those who haven't played the game cause I really don't want to spoil it for them.

Lastly, I want to talk about the two of the main boss fights, both of which are optional but are insane. Gonna talk about the badass bitch in The Lands Between first...you know her, you've talked about her, you've seen people rage quit/throw their controller/uninstall the game because of her, and just two weeks ago, Animal revealed that he thirsts for her at The Game Awards. I'm talking of course about none other than Malenia Blade of Miquella. A few months ago before G4 got shut down again, X-Play had an entire stream where Froskurrin tied for almost two hours to kill this badass mofo and she couldn't do it. My take on Malenia is this: don't even bother trying to kill her on your first run of the game. I managed to get to her on my first run, tried twice, and she fucked me up so quickly that I went, "NOPE!!! NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, FUCK THIS, I'LL TRY IN THE NEXT RUN!!!!!" Which is when I nailed the Goddess of Rot and celebrated.

The other boss is probably the most epic fight in the entire game, the demigod that fought Malenia to a standstill and turned all of Caelid into a land of Scarlet Rot, Starscourge Radahn. What makes this battle so memorable is how you aren't supposed to take him on by yourself, but instead rally the various NPC allies to draw aggro away from you (even Patches who OF COURSE, nopes out of there within ten seconds of calling him xD) while they chip away at his health. Not to mention how the second phase starts with him leaping into the stratosphere, only to come CRASHING DOWN LIKE A METEOR and take out anyone dumb enough to be in the landing zone. This is also when you can totally cheese him by standing next to the edge of the ocean and if you position yourself correctly, you can get him to drown himself when he comes screeching back down to Earth. Now I have NO idea if they've patched this out yet (like they did with the two cheese methods the Fire Giant had) as I have yet to get to that fight in my current run of the game but if it's still there...I totally intend to do it. The battle is also hysterical in the fact that THE ENTIRE TIME you and your allies are fighting him, he's being carried around by a tiny, skinny horse that he is WAAAAY TOO BIG TO BE RIDING ON (and is only able to do so because of Gravity Magic) and it flails around like a Muppet every time it moves. Don't believe me, HERE'S THE PROOF: https://youtube.com/watch?v=OxvrVbV6RkU&feature=shares&t=588

In the end, Elden Ring TOTALLY deserved it's Game of the Year win at The Game Awards for not only having a MASSIVE world to explore with a large variety of places to explore, beautiful music, the traditional SoulsBorne combat with new additions (like being able to jump xD) and fine tuning to perfection. It also has a world created with help from George RR Martin, tutorials that are much clearer and can be re-read at any given time if need, abilities that are given at a good pace and some of the most intense boss fights ever. It certainly won my personal Game of the Year and is getting 5 Critical Hits out of 5: 5/5

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Dad of Boy/God of War (2018): While I'm talking about God of War Ragnarok, I want to mention the 2018 Game of the Year winner. Dad of Boy is a MASTERPIECE of story telling (a TRILLION times more so than the likes of Uncharted and The Last of Us. The latter being a good game with a good story, but it's nowhere NEAR a MASTER CLASS IN STORY TELLING. HELL, THE ORIGINAL RESIDENT EVIL ON THE PLAYSTATION HAS A BETTER STORY EVEN WITH THE CRINGEY DIALOG, "YOU WERE ALMOST A JILL SANDWICH" being a particular highlight xD), Atreus/Loki/BOY is a pure and precious cinnamon roll for most of the game and the fact that the entire game is done in a single take is impressive.

inFamous 2:Sucker Punch took everything from the first game, perfected it, upped the stakes in terms of the plot, gave it REALLY good soundtrack, a greater variety of powers (all of which are fun to use) and two endings totally worth playing this baby twice to get.

#video game #video games #top 10 video games of all time #top ten video games of all time #my picks #x play #elden ring #infamous #infamous 2 #dad of boy #god of war #god of war 2018 #BOY #atreus #loki #malenia blade of miquella #rennala queen of the full moon #starscourge radahn #general radahn #elden beast #resident evil #you were almost a jill sandwich #jill sandwich

[notstilinski]

Reading Iconic Court Scripts Starters !

Taken from Tiktok user Rebmasel’s series, Reading Iconic Court Scripts! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! 

“(Name), ask for house arrest!”

“Honestly, I love jury duty. I love watching other people's drama go down.”

“Okay, this sucks. I want it out of my brain.”

“He really needs to get kicked in the fucking shun.”

“We’re flailing, but we’re not failing.”

“Well, my name wasn’t in the obits this morning, so that means I have to carry on.”

“This wouldn’t be so bad if we were allowed to drink in here. Could you imagine watching this drunk? It’d be kinda funny.”

“I’m a masochist, and of course (Name) is a sadist, but at least it’s not sexual.”

“What I’m pissed off about is I didn’t even take drugs that night. Yeah, they were in my system but not from that night.”

“I escaped Utah.”

“I need a phone, clothes, a metro card, and ten dollars for some ketamine.”

“If this was Battleship, (Name) just had their case torpedoed.”

“You can come down here and hold me in your arms.”

“Yeah, I got charged with a felony something. I plead out to a whatever.”

“Wait. Wait a minute. The getaway vehicle was a lawnmower with a trailer behind it?”

“I’d like to skip you permanently, but I don’t have that option.”

“Do I want to look at it? No. Am I willing to look at it as a citizen? Yes.”

“Yes. Well, even a blind squirrel can find a nut every now and again.”

“When you use your friend's urine to pass a drug screen, drug test your friend first.”

“So, you’re saying I should let you off the hook because you had a bad headache and were driving into the sun?”

“Just to clarify, is my client banned from every Walmart or just this particular Walmart?”

“I didn’t want him to die in my house and have his spirit trapped inside to haunt me forever.”

“I’m not sure you’ll ever get your shit together, but here’s where we’re at…”

“It’s not that I want to be selfish. It’s that I need to be selfish.”

“Nothing good comes out of a Waffle House at three AM.”

“We need to consult with a cartel member. They’re global experts.”

“You can’t expect me to remember how many times I’ve been arrested. People do things.”

“I make a decent living selling drugs. I don’t need to steal a Mountain Dew.”

“Please tell me that you didn’t make Christmas cookies with your seven-year-old to give to your ex that said ‘slut’ in frosting.”

“Thirty-nine years. But when she shot me in the head, it was kinda the end of it.”

“That judge wasn’t vibing with me, so he gave me three years probation.”

“We can’t fix stupid, but we can give it a court date.”

“I have absolutely no case law to back up my position. I find myself in the predicament of the blind mind in the nudist colony — I’ll just have to feel my way along.”

“My temper is fine. In fact, I am just starting to warm up.”

“They’re so ugly it looks like they’re hurting all the time.”

“Well I remember, but I don’t recollect.”

“What is the sex room? (Name) wanted to know about the sex room.”

“No. Somebody put a gun to my neck once, but I don’t think he threatened to use it.”

“You don’t know what it was, and you don’t know what it looked like, but can you describe it?”

“He can’t be the worst and balding. Like, pick a struggle.”

“I have a feeling that I’m going to be locked up, but I don’t care, I need the break.”

“I mean what is sober, really?”

“I’ve never done a violent thing in my life other than that arson and murder.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #starter sentences #ask meme #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #honestly these were so fun to watch it's my favorite series

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Kinkmas 2021 Collab

Artist credit to my AMAZING friend Yssah for this commission for me 🥰🥰

It's back and better than ever! Kinkmas 2021 😏

Leave a comment if you want to be added to the tag list 💜

The Kinkmas 2021 open collab event! This year includes AOT, JJK and MHA! All underage characters are aged up to 18.

I thought it would be fun to host this as a collab this year! If you want to participate either message me or send in an ask so I can keep track of who is joining!

Rules

Anyone can join this is a completely open event!

Use the #Kinkmas 2021 when you post!

Obviously tag me and please reblog once you join in 🥰

Deadline is supposed to be Christmas but life happens so I'll keep the collab open until the end February!

Characters can be done more than once seeing as I will obviously be taking Satoru and many of us love that galaxy eyed hottie, we all can write some kinks about him 😏

That being said one kink per character so two people can't do bondage for Eren 🤭

Focus on one major kink for this collab you can use some other ones that play into the main kink, like Amaurophilia (blindfold kink) and bondage can go together but mainly focus on one of those!

Minimum of 500 words! One shots, Drabbles, thirst's, headcannons and imagines all welcome 💜

You can write for more than one character if you feel inspired enough! More is ALWAYS BETTER

So far I have @eva-gates @nessyackerman @nkogneatho @shintin joining me in this wonderful collab!

Below I have some prompts that I wrote up if you want to use one let me know so I can cross it off the list!

Shoto x Reader: temperature control. You and Shoto have been dating through almost all of high school. Tonight is special its your three year anniversary and Shoto has the perfect night planned, romantic dinner in a private room, a moonlit boat ride and finally your first time being intimate. Shoto has a secret kink he wants to use his quirk on you in the bedroom.

Levi x Reader: Dirty Kink. Even though Levi it a total clean freak something about you coming back from training all dirty and sweaty just turns him on so much. Your shirt is soaking wet showing your bra through it he can't keep his hands off you!

Satoru x Reader: Breeding Kink. Gojo really wants to put a baby in you. In fact he wants to so badly he fucks you any chance he gets and he doesn’t care where you two are.

Taken by @your-nerd-is-showing (sorry not sorry 🤭)

Katsuki x Reader: Odaxelagina Biting Kink. Katsuki has a major biting kink almost to the point of being a masochist. He loves to bite you to the point where he draws blood and he loves it when you bite him. His favorite is to take you in public places usually around your classmates and see how long you can keep quiet.

Eren x Reader: Bondage Kink. Eren has a secret Master/bondage kink that he wants to explore with his girlfriend (Y/N). He loves to roleplay with you this time it’s in the holding cells and you’re his prisoner.

Taken by @eva-gates

Suguru Reader: Threesomes. Suguru has this obsession with having threesomes with Satoru…. Not that you’re complaining…. You get railed by the two hottest guys in Japan on the daily.

Taken by @shintin

Kink Ideas: (you don’t have to use these they’re just ideas if you want to use them)

Food Kink

Amaurophilia (blindfold kink)

Marking

Blade play

Daddy kink

Pet kink

Dirty Talk

Roleplaying

Orgasm Denial

Pteronphilia (Tickling Kink)

Spanking.

Shibari

Switch Kink.

Agoraphilia (public sex)

Corsetry

Exhibitionism

Face Sitting

Mixophilia (recording sex)

Wax play

Dacryphilia.

Partialism.

JJK:

Satoru x Reader~ Breeding kink by @your-nerd-is-showing

Megumi x Reader~ Mixophilia by @eva-gates

Yuji x Reader~ Face Sitting by @eva-gates

Suguru x Reader x Satoru: Threesomes by @shintin

Sukuna x Reader: Stigmatophilia by @nkogneatho

AOT:

@eva-gates @nessyackerman @ekaterinatepes @nkogneatho @sassyeahhhh @sinnerheadcannons @megnotfound @marimagines @floweryimagine @divine-delight

Eren x Reader~ Bondage Kink by @eva-gates

Levi x Reader~ Drity Talk/Dom Levi by @nessyackerman

My Masterlist

#daddy ackerman #your-nerd-is-showing #kinkmas 2021 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mha #bnha #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #my hero academia #boku no academia #jjk smut #jjk thirsts #jjk oneshot #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #mha smut #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x you #my hero academia smut #my hero academia x you #aot smut #snk smut #aot x you

[kaijime]

the christmas events is so cute!! can i request #18 from candy cane with bokuto please?

“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us” with bokuto koutarou

cw. shower sex, vaginal penetration, size kink, bit of masochist reader, praise

wc. 1.1k words

a/n. this prompt was MADE for him!!

The air was hot and heavy, like his lips. He eagerly ran his hands through your body, looking for any skin to bite and leave a mark.

“K-kou, slow down... ‘m not going anywhere” you said between giggles, his lips were connected to your neck and left red spots on the skin.

“Can’t help it... just want you, can I?” He asked, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You gave him permission with a nod, and he couldn’t have taken it off any faster, making you laugh at his desperate behavior.

His eyes locked with yours, sending a look that could only be interpreted as lust and want. You sat up to help him take off his shirt but he pushed you back down.

“Don’t worry about me, pretty girl” in just a couple of minutes his shirt was off, and so was your skirt as he played with your clothed heat. He lifted his head to give you a pleaded look, but he couldn’t help looking at the stuffed animal that sat behind you.

It’s completely lifeless, you’d told him that multiple occasions, each time he would refuse to have sex on your bed because ‘that thing was watching him’

“What is it?” You asked, even when he was right on top of you, he seemed so far away from you. “Kou?”

“It’s just... him” he pointed at the plush with his finger and you looked behind you, when you saw what he was fussing about your sighed, not this shit again.

“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us” he explained with a shy look on his face, knowing just how much you got irritated when he brought it up. The first times he did this you’d excused it as something normal, maybe he just genuinely didn’t like it. But after way too many times it was starting to get tedious.

“Bokuto for the last time, it’s just that, a stuffed animal!”

“Yeah but... can’t we just go somewhere else?” You got up, pushing past him but simultaneously grabbing his hand and guiding him to the bathroom where you took off the rest of your clothes.

While you were turning on the water and getting in the shower, he stood there, taking in your naked figure with puppy eyes. You should know by now, the slightest sign of anger towards him makes him regret everything he did, wondering what he did wrong. So he stood outside the shower, waiting for you to give him the ok to enter.

“Are you gonna join me or not?” His eyes lit up, like a child finally finding his mother, and he took off his clothes hurriedly. You knew there was a size difference between the two of you, but it was most evident in moments like these, where he would slip into the shower and you could feel his tall figure leaning behind you.

“Are you mad?” He asked, his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him, you could feel his hard on pressing against your ass, but his question lingered in your mind, you knew he wanted an answer.

“‘m not mad, just desperate for you... want you to fuck me already” you said. He smiled, it was a relief to know that you weren’t genuinely mad at him. By this time you were pressed against the wall, your knees shaking slightly and your breast pushed against the cold shower tiles.

“Though I have to admit, you’re kind of hot when you get mad” he positioned himself at your entrance and you looked closely at the way he slipped between your folds.

“I wasn’t m-mad- hahh!” Your words cut off as he filled you up, touching and grazing every good spot. You could feel every single vein against your walls, and the tip of his cock prided at your cervix, threatening to slip into your womb any second. The worst, or the best part of it all, was that he wasn’t even all the way in, but he knew better than to put it all in, it would hurt you, or so he thought.

“Bo... there’s still a l-little bit left” when you didn’t hear a response you took it upon yourself, gently nudging your hips towards him and pushing in the few inches he’d left out.

“Doesn’t that h-hurt?”

“Yeah but... I- I like it” you said, when he was finally buried to the hold inside you he started moving slowly, he thought you were already having a rough time taking him all, so he’d rather give you a bit of relief by going at a soft pace

“You’re so precious when you look like this” you felt his jawline leaning on top of your shoulder. You turn your head slightly, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the way the water hits his toned body, making it shine in the bathroom lighting. “My pretty girl, with such a pretty pussy, I could fuck you all day”

You turned around, hooking one of your legs on his hips and letting him continue to roughly fuck you against the shower wall. His hand laced with yours while he was holding you up, and he pressed a few kisses to your collarbone sure to leave visible marks on the flesh.

“Fuck- Kou... love your cock-!” At the sound of your praising words he fastened his pace, slamming his hips quicker and harder, making you see stars with each thrust. “Mmfuck Kou... ‘m gonna cum”

“Already? Won’t you hold on a little longer, just so we can cum together?” With those puppy eyes of his, who were you to deny him. Your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, leaving small scratches and claws at the wet skin, but he couldn’t be more happy.

He liked it when you marked him like that, it let everyone else know you were his, and it also impressed his teammates when he took his shirt off in the locker rooms, but that was just a bonus for him.

“Can’t h-hold it in any longer... fuck!” Your hips bucked wildly against him, to the point where he almost pulled out, but he refused to let your ride out your orgasm on your own. The fingers of his unoccupied hand rubbed your little pearl, helping you get through it all in the best way possible and sending pleasurable waves through your body.

You panted and sighed as you finished, fucked out expression with tongue hanging out, just like he wanted to see you when you were done, but with the way he gripped your sides, you immediately knew you were far from done.

“Tch, naughty girl, couldn’t wait for me to cum... now we have to start all over again”

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #smut #haikyuu #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto smut #bokuto scenarios #mi1kkbread’s christmas event!!

[sunshineseung]

Gag Gift // Seungmin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Kim Seungmin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.5k 🌸 | includes: dom!seungmin, sub!reader, established relationship, use of toys (ball gag), teasing, sadistic seungmo, PIV, unprotected sex, mild size kink, Seungmin is huge :), mentions of distention (stomach bulging), slight degradation and overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, soft ending 

☀️ | synopsis: Merry Christmas! Seungmin gets you the gag gift of being gagged.

🌊 | This is for the Stray Kids Smutmas collaboration hosted by @clandestine-lixie​ ! Here is a link to the full masterlist with all of the other amazing writers that participated! I’m well over a week late on when I was planning to release this because I’ve literally rewritten this five times :D I hope it’s good now though lol. Here’s a very late Merry Christmas and a slightly late Happy New Year!

You were drifting in and out of consciousness, trying desperately to stay awake until your boyfriend got home. It was very late, but since you couldn’t spend Christmas together, you wanted to see him, even if it was just to cuddle to sleep. 

There’s a faint jingling from the front door, and you spring up in excitement. The tiredness that just overwhelmed you was now nearly gone, replaced by the eagerness to greet your boyfriend. His key twists and he pushes the door open. By the time he was able to take his shoes off, you were already standing in front of him, ready to give him the biggest hug of his life.

“Minnie!” You wrapped your arms around him, taking a quick whiff of his cologne. He chuckled and hugged you back, pulling you close. You two just stood in each other’s arms in silence, appreciating this small moment, because you don’t get moments like these often. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” You could feel Seungmin’s wide smile on the back of your neck. By the way he’s squeezing you, he has missed you a lot more than you’ve missed him. “How’s my girl been while I was away?” 

“I’ve been good, I promise!” There was no need for you to tag on the last part because Seungmin trusts you more than you know, but it still brings a smile to his face to see you so jumpy and happy. He knew you’d be good. You’re always good for Seungmin. You both pull away from the hug, finally just looking at each other after what felt like ages being apart. 

“Ah, you’re so cute.” He cups your cheek and pecks your lips, making you squeal and butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I got my baby a gift. Let me get comfortable before you open it.”

He passes you a box out of his bag. It’s slightly jingling, and you have no idea what Seungmin got you. You move out of his way, allowing Seungmin to go to your shared bedroom to get changed out of his outside clothes. He comes back to the living room in baggy sweatpants and a loose tee-shirt, but no matter what he wore, he looked good. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for Christmas, so I thought I’d get you something special.”

Seungmin spent Christmas with Stray Kids while you spent Christmas with your family, and it was going to be your first Christmas together before business arose and Seungmin had to stay in Seoul. Although you were both disappointed, you had your own mini-Christmas before you left for the holiday. You didn’t expect Seungmin to get you another gift, but any gift is always welcomed. 

You tear open the wrapping, tossing it in the general direction of the trashcan, and slide open the box. What you’re holding in your hands almost makes you jump back, but your mind’s too busy thinking of how to use it to react. Your hands grip the leather straps, and the large silicone ball rests in the middle. Your eyes go wide as you look up to Seungmin. His eyes are glued to you, waiting for any sort of response. 

“Is this too much?” His voice cracked, and he was clearly concerned by your reaction. You had similar kinks to each other, but he thought he finally found something that scared you, and that made his heartache. He was supposed to protect you, be the best dominant ever, but he felt like he took it too far. “I’m sorry, I can-”

“Please use it.” You cut him off mid-sentence, hoping to wash his worries away. If your wavering voice wasn’t enough, your puppy eyes surely sold the point home. “I want you to use this on me.”

“Baby,” Seungmin takes the gag from your hands and fiddles with the latch, calculating what to do next, “are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m totally sure.” You take his hands in yours, him dropping the ball gag on the couch along with the gift box. “I want this.”

“Aright, sweetheart.” He pecks your lips again, this time slightly longer and needier than before. You knew he wanted to go farther in that moment, but he wanted to keep you wanting more. “Go to the bedroom. I’ll clean this off before we use it.”

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

You patiently waited for Seungmin, spreading yourself on the bed half naked, only wearing your sheer, dark red panties that he loves to tear off of you. The few days away from each other quickly caught up to your libido and you felt a powerful sense of neediness take over every part of your body, like you were in a trance to only think about Seungmin and what he could do to your body. When he walked into the bedroom, your eyes were shut and your hand played with your cunt over your underwear.

“Ah, couldn’t wait, huh?” Seungmin leans down to kiss you, not removing your hand from your pussy or even mentioning that you should. He let you get yourself off in the slightest way for a moment before getting on top of you, pulling your wrists over your head and finally matching your gaze with his. “Before I put this in, I want to feel your pretty lips on mine.” 

Although he mentioned your lips, your make out quickly turned into a tongue-on-tongue mess, spit slowly coating your lips and drool seeping out the side of your mouth. Seungmin’s hands felt your sides, caressing your waist and chest. His fingers gently circled your nipples before twisting and pulling lightly, making you groan lightly into the kiss. He knew all your sweet spots like the back of his hand, and he intended on proving this to you over the course of the night. 

Seungmin finally pulled away from your mouth, looking down at you as you pouted from the loss. The smirk that formed on his face was devilish, but knowing he was turned on from just a short make out session was enough to make your cunt soak through your panties. 

“Open wide, princess.” His pet names always made you melt, and before your brain could comprehend what he was trying to do, your jaw had pliantly gone slack for him to wrap the leather straps around your head and settle the ball between your lips. Once the gag was fastened, he sat back and looked at the beautiful view under him: you. He was almost swooning before his dick twitched in his pants, reminding him on the task at hand. “You’re gonna stay nice and quiet for me, right?”

Without thinking, you try to squeak out a yes only to be muffled by the silicon ball which is quickly becoming covered in your spit from your resting tongue. Nothing this, you nod urgently, slightly lifting your hips for him to take your soaked panties off.

“Oh, and you wore my favorite pair. How thoughtful.” Seungmin’s left hand holds down your hips while his right hand swipes over your panties, applying pressure to your aching cunt. He can feel how wet you are, but he still wants to play with you before giving you what you so desperately desire. He presses his impressive bulge into your cunt, making you writhe from the stimulation that just isn’t enough for you to feel satisfied. To make matters worse (or better), you couldn’t even tell Seungmin how much of a tease he was being. All you could do was lay back and pray that he’d stuff his cock into you eventually.

You move your hands from above your head to your legs, helping spread them for your boyfriend to get a better angle at your cunt, but he swiftly slaps you away and moves your hands back over your head. Seungmin tsks, unsure whether or not he should get the rope out to keep your arms bound above your head. 

“Good girls keep their hands to themselves, right?” Again, you nod like your life depended on it. “Then keep your hands there, unless my baby wants to be punished?”

You shook your head left to right, hopefully displaying just how much you didn’t want to get punished. As much of a masochist as you were, at this moment in time, you just wanted to cum as many times as Seungmin would allow you to. 

“Mmm, good girl.” He grinds into you again, rolling his hips against your clothed pussy, making sure your fully saturated panties leave a wet mark on his sweatpants. He hisses, cock painfully pressing against the fabric of his pants. Luckily, he didn’t bother wearing boxers. He knew how happy you would be to see him, after all. “You want my cock, baby?” 

High-pitched moans left your throat, and while they were being muffled, they were well loud enough for Seungmin to get the idea. Once more, you lift your hips, and this time Seungmin pulls your panties down by the center and throws them to the side, quickly followed by his shirt. You get an incredible view of his sculpted abs, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing you were the only one who got to see them. 

“If you want my cock so bad, you’re gonna have to beg for it.” Your eyes go wide as he laughs sadistically, fully realizing what he just said before he even said it. You jerk your hips up and down, pressing against his raging boner that was still concealed under his pants. Even though he was covered, the imprint from his cock made you want him more, as if that was possible. You could perfectly see the outline of his cock, and the darkened area around his tip pinpointed just how big his cock was. 

He shimmies his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his V line. Just before you can see where his happy trail ends, he stops. The whines coming from you can’t be silenced by the gag, and your pathetic noises are music to his ears. 

“I’m gonna fuck you raw.” His eyes squint at you, taking careful note of every expression you make. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head at just the thought, but you still attempt to show some semblance of control. “You like being filled with my cum, huh? You like when I make you leak my cum like the little whore you are?” 

You moan in response to every question, but your eyes stay focused on his hands resting on the waistband of his pants. When he runs out of ways to tease you with his words, he kicks his sweatpants off, his long cock hitting his abs and falling back into Seungmin’s hand. He strokes himself a few times, groaning from his own touch. He looked like a Greek god, and you ate up every bit of it. 

“Is my little girl ready?” No matter what, Seungmin always liked to remind you of how small you looked compared to him. He loved to ruin your little body, even gloating to his friends that you’re so tiny compared to him. It wasn’t even just his height, it was also how his cock made you feel like you were being split in half. As painful as it could be, you loved every minute of it. “I’m not gonna hold back, baby.”

Seungmin pushes into you, going balls deep within seconds. He holds himself deep inside you, watching your face contort from the indescribable mix of pain and pleasure. His hands hold your hips before moving up to squeeze your waist and rub your stomach over the evident indent of his cock rearranging your organs. 

“Fuck, s-so tight.” He felt like he was about to snap, pressing lightly down onto your stomach to feel your walls enclose on him even more. When he started to thrust, things only got more difficult. You rolled your hips in sync with his, the sounds and scent of sex filling your stuffy bedroom on the cold winter night. Seungmin’s moans were always so pretty, and tonight was no exception. If anything, they sounded even nicer than before, but that also might have just been the added feeling of having him violate your pussy like he owned your body. The drag of his cock against your walls made you throw your head back with the pleasure becoming overwhelming in an instant. With your neck exposed, Seungmin took the opportunity to gently wrap his hand around your throat, pressing into the sides to make you choke just enough for you to tighten around him. 

You felt a familiar knot tighten in your core, and you knew you were close. If you could beg for Seungmin, you would, but given the circumstances, all you could do was sloppily moan and hope he understood, which by the convulsions of your pussy around him, he did understand. His eyes went from your bulging stomach to your face. There were tear stains running down your cheeks, and you looked so pitiful and desperate. The sight alone made him stop his thrusts so he didn’t cum, but he soon got back in the rhythm of punching your cervix with his tip. 

“Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” His hand that wasn’t on your neck went to play with your clit, his fingers circling the bud in the same rhythm as his hips thrusting into you. Your eyes were begging to him, wordlessly displaying all of your neediness with only a glance. “Show me how much you missed me.”

Nearly on cue, the knot in your stomach snapped, sending you over the edge with an intense orgasm. Your cunt clenched and convulsed around Seungmin’s twitching cock. His pace never let up: mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm. Every nerve was on end, and you felt like you were on cloud nine before crashing back down to Earth with the feeling of painful overstimulation that you loved so much. It didn’t last long, though. Seungmin shot his cum while he was bottomed out inside you, coating your walls in his milky white seed. He huffed and cursed as he held your body to his, stilling inside you onto to fuck his cum inside you once he was finished unloading. When he pulled out, his spurts of cum leaked down onto the bed from your fucked-out hole, and it looked so hot, Seungmin almost got hard again. 

“Lean up, princess.” You raised your head off the bed for Seungmin to release you from the gag, placing the toy on your bedside table. “Let me clean you up.” 

Seungmin disappears into the bathroom and returns with a dampened wash rag to wipe the sweat from your forehead and clean the mixture of cum from your cunt. All you could do was lay there and accept the gracious care from your loving boyfriend.

He tossed the rag on the floor and collapsed next to you, pulling you close and nuzzling into you. The smell of his cologne was now mixed with sweat and musk, but you didn’t mind. He held you like he never wanted to let you go, like you were his forever, and in his mind, you were. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.” He kisses your forehead and pets the hair away from your face, revealing your glimmering eyes. Despite what just happened minutes prior, you felt like the most loved woman on the planet. 

“Merry Christmas, Seungmin.”

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