#Giants Being Lonely

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Going buckwild at the way Hilda The Series portrays adulthood and loneliness. Kaisa has no one to go to to ask for help getting the due book back, even though all it would take was someone she could minimally ask to knock on an elderly lady’s door and ask for a favour; she’s in the library after hours, is shown to have no allies aside from the woman who raised her and who she lost contact with. Johanna is only ever seen working or caring for Hilda, and her lack of a life aside from those two activities is pointed out by her own daughter when she thinks that this is going so far as to affect their relationship. The bell keeper lives alone in a small cabin on the edge of town, barely within city limits and away from everyone, a house barely even inhabitable and clearly only a place to sleep and eat. He works a solitary job and he’s the only one in the town still working it, meaning he’s probably overworked and forced to pull inhumanly long shifts. Victoria hyperfocused so hard on her projects that whatever friends she had before - and she must have had some from college time at least - lost contact with her, and she never made any other connections in Trolberg, anything that would tie her to the city and it’s inhabitants and make it so it wasn’t worth it to live by herself at the top of a hill. Even when that was over, she still chose to isolate herself somewhere abandoned and keep what was essentially another machine she’d built as her source of company, something she could understand and control instead of an unpredictable human being. Gerda works a job she likes but is shown to be disregarded by the person she works the most around, her abilities and intellect thrown aside for the good of someone she has to bear because of a hierarchy she was forced to accept in order to keep working. She’s appreciated by the town, but other than the main characters, we don’t see anyone paying her any mind when they don’t need something from her.

Meanwhile no kid has ever been alone in Trolberg. The mean kids are a group, the good kids are a group, even the gloomy teenage girls are a group. One of nightmare inducing entities, but a group nonetheless. All children in that world seem to operate on a ‘no man left behind’ code, looking out for each other even if they aren’t exactly fans of one another, helping even grown ups without asking why and working together. And this logic seems to extend to the adults who work around children too; especially the Raven Leader, who we see that through the children works as a vital part of the community and a way through which it comes together.

This isn’t very articulate but do you see the point? Do you see how clever that is? That a show about growing up has these themes? You can be magical, kind, strong, intelligent, competent, but none of that will make you truly happy if you don’t keep the most important thing from childhood? If you don’t keep your friendships, your bonds, something to tie you down to your reality and your community? The adults in the show all made their choices, and it’s okay to want to be alone, we all need it and some more than others (this is coming from someone who needs it a lot), but isolating yourself completely is the one thing that will make growing pains truly painful. I’m just so emotional over it. It’s so subtle and so clever considering the whole Mountain King plot that Hilda is willing to change species because she feels detached from her main relationships and surroundings. I love this show so much.

#Hilda meta #Kaisa isolated herself because of insecurity. Johanna did it because of duty (keeping herself and a daughter afloat seemingly by her own) #the bell keeper did it (apparently) because of a lack of interest #AND being overworked. that’s so important to mention #actually scratch that. I bet being overworked is the MAIN reason. imagine keeping patrol day and night I wouldn’t talk to anyone either #Victoria did it because of passion #Gerda did it unwillingly as a result of the system she was working for #I could mention so many other people too #Tildy doing it because of hopelessness after the two people she loved failed to reach out to her #Abigail because she convinced herself she couldn’t go back home #the midnight giant because he made one sole person his whole world and his species had to leave #the trolls because of the consequences of colonialism sparking internal conflict #it’s lonely. lonely all around. #the only group of adults that seem to be doing fine are the elves #which are. you guessed it. a tightly knit community #and paperwork or no paperwork they all work for the well-being of their society as a whole #growing up doesn’t have to be lonely. growing up doesn’t have to be lonely. #but God it can be. and its something you have to fight against because it’s so easy to get caught in the tide #the more I grow the more things I find in Hilda to relate to #the show seems to age with us this is fantastic #Hilda the series #hilda netflix #johanna hilda #kaisa hilda #Victoria Van gale #the bell keeper hilda

[connectionterminated13]

I think Elizabeth/ Scrap baby is very very lonely every Christmas but she likes to get stuffed animals and set them out like their her family and pretend that everything's okay things OK and all of her family are alive and love her :)

#Being a giant murderous pile of wires is very lonely #elizabeth afton #fnaf head cannons #scrap baby

[ad15124]

there's snow outside. I refuse to get out of my blanket.

#aalutalks #i justtt #im so fuckinf tired #i wanna rest #its exhausting to perpetually care about my flatmate's opinions of me #to overthink every interaction until i conclude that everyone thinks im annoying and they probably wish i weren't here #i wanna play in the snow so bad #but with who? #im so lonely it's scary #i have work to do #id prefer being digested bit by bit by a 100 ft tall giant instead #im..i miss home #i miss the comfort of waking up in the morning and knowing im loved #ughhhh

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

I think I accidentally made an Aleduncan AU where Alejandro is a witch and Duncan is an outlaw

#so basically #Alejandro saves duncan from being put to death #alejandro lets duncan stay with him for a couple months while he heals his wounds #they kinda get FEELINGS for each other during that time period because neither of them see many people around and they're both lonely #alejandro tells duncan about his plan to create a divine being #they part ways after a while #duncan returns a few months later to find alejandro being burnt at the stake (bc he's a witch yk) #so he runs to alejandro's woodland cottage and finds a letter left for him #in the note alejandro leaves a set of instructions/explanations and a map #because he hid a giant statue in the forest along with some of his body parts using magic #so duncan sets off to find the statue and the body parts #(he's pretty determined because there was a note on the letter that read “If you couldn't save me then at least save my offspring”) #he feels like he owes alejandro for saving him #he brought the note with him incase it had clues #when he got to the life-size statue of alejandro in all his glory #he broke open the hollow torso to find a small manticore #which alejandro made using magic combined with his own flesh and blood #duncan also finds ANOTHER note that explains how he needs to find each of the organs alejandro hid around the vast forest #and feed them to the baby manticore #to increase it's powers #this could be such a banger AU if I actually put effort in #this keeps sounding dumber as I write about it #I just wanted to draw alejandro as a pretty witch #I love aleduncan because I can make bullshit like this about it #I came up with this while listening to “Bernadette” by IAMX #I just wanted to toss this dumb little idea out there #td alejandro #td duncan #aleduncan #total drama

[paradoxgavel]

finally got to play some of ruin and AGGGH Y'ALL....... Y'ALL THEIR WHOLE SECTION......... AND ECLIPSE IS SO CUTE AND AHHHGHGHHAHGH ;A;

#fnaf #ruin dlc spoilers #giving all three of them a giant fuckin hug aggghghghh #i'm not okay y'all ;___; #moon being hurt and scared and sun being sad and lonely and eclipse just being a sweetheart and WAUGH.... #i'm so happy y'all augh #AND SUN SINGING HIS LIL SONG AND HIS THANK YOU AT THE END AND AAAAUGH #i am inconsolable

[pepprs]

i wish i’d kept pushing the point (<- vagueposting). im so tired i’m hitting a wall. but why is the answer to feeling bottomlessly lonely just to love myself and be loved by myself? isn’t that only more loneliness?

#purrs #i know being by myself is not aloneness. but like seriously are you actually serious that there is no one coming to save me? that I have to #walk around with this giant gaping wound forever and no one will be able yo close it? i need total nurturance and comfort badly and to have #any less than total is.. well i don’t want to say it’s as bad as having none at all because obviously it’s not true. but it’s still bad. it #makes it harder to ask for more when you already have some and have reached the limit of what you can ask for. i just feel bottomlessly #lonely. i know things will get better. but what i really need is a long hug and a good cry in someone’s arms. not isolating myself in a #cabin for a week (though i know i desperately need that too). like we’re human beings and we can do that for each other so why don’t we? why #can’t we fix each other? why can’t we be nurturing like that and fill the voids for people who have them. and i know it’s rich coming from m #me bc iam skittish like a horse around emotions and also that it’s pitifully expected from me bc i am reading too much into normal experien #nces most people have. but how am i supposed to just accept that i didn’t get the love i needed (even if im romanticizing m*therlove lmao) a #and then move on as if that’s fine? how can i just snap my fingers and be an autonomous adult when ive spent years accruing psychological #damage with the most limited kind of cushioning? when every second brings with it a potential jab to my River of Pain nerve? idk. #i was deeply violently depressed abt this stuff earlier this week but tonight im just quietly sad. i want the stability and certainty of #(unconditional) love. i want my whole future safe and warm and now or at least the ability to trust it will exist which is also called hope. #i don’t want to be alone and wretched anymore.

[yin-yanglulu]

At least having a cold means I have a proper reason to just start binging a shit ton of Scott The Woz videos (which I did begin doing literally a day before I started not feeling well)

#lulu.txt #and yes I have now seen his toys to life video #and I am quite okay with his opinions tbh (even if he thought that giants was boring) #although he’s kinda wrong about Trap Team being the most polished game bc it’s definitely not due to glitches #definitely agree with him on Disney Infinity not being that good #bc nowadays I kinda hate those games bc of how little plot they have #at least Lego Dimensions for as boring and expensive as it is #it at least had a decent plot #and it had a pretty good voice cast #also the Portal 2 stuff is great (the Glados end credits song is of course hilarious) #the price of the game was easily the biggest problem bc did they really have to charge you basically half the price #of your average big Millennium Falcon Lego set #just to play a really mediocre lego game #At least Skylanders was basically the price of a modern video game (50-70 dollars) #which isn’t a whole lot better but it’s better than 100 fucking dollars for a Lego game that wasn’t even good #Scott also made a good point on how Disney Infinity playsets were just an excuse for Disney to no longer put out licensed video games #and instead just put them in Disney Infinity #the biggest example being the Lone Ranger bc why the fuck did they choose that over something like Tron #yeah I know they did Tron later #but they did it IN THE LITERAL LAST GAME! #it doesn’t matter anymore anyway bc DISNEY INTERACTIVE IS DEAD! #3.0 was probably the best one bc it was the one with the most content #At least lego dimensions had the funny in-game character interactions #and they basically said bisexual rights when they added Marceline from Adventure Time in the game #and that’s very based of them #who knew that the key to making a cold less bad is to just binge a whole ton of videos of some guy talking about Wii U #aka a console i never owned

[coolcarabiner]

entirely too close to becoming a fall out boy blog again exactly 10 years after i was. also blogging about fall out boy on this damn website. time is a flat circle and i want OUT

#this is what they meant when they said stuck in a lonely loop…. a phrase i def didn’t save as a url #it’s like. my grandpa died when i was 15 and my grandma died a bit before i’ll be 25 what was i supposed to do but regress a little #at least i’m not going back to being a giant bitch all the time lmao it’s only a Little regression. as a treat. #posts

[ghostbustermelanieking]

simply having a miserable christmas time ✌️ 🎄

#this is lit. my favorite time of year and everyone around me is driving me fucking crazy lol #my mom wants me to do part of her christmas shopping for her but complains about what i get #simple requests to do xmasy things bc its xmas are treated like im asking for insanity #i havent spent much time with anyone in my family #there was a giant fight literally the day i got back #my school is being horrible with the esa process #if i want to do anything fun and special i have to do it alone #im going all out on xmas presents with no appreciation or acknowledgment of the efforts im going to or how busy i am #constant condescension #run around from my own grandparents #people never want to do the things i want to do and it's extremely frustrating #everyone is in a bad mood #i might as well be at my apartment by myself getting ignored by everyone bc apparently i text my mom too much #id give anything to go for a swim then go upstairs and order pizza and watch a movie #i love xmas so much but this season has felt so distant and impersonal and lonely #making the things i want to happen feels impossible and it has for years #no friends at college nobody wants to travel to the places i want to go #anytime i mention plans for the next year it gets ridiculed #im just exhausted

[sensitivegoblin]

…..

#rant ramble because all of the therapists are freakinn filled up #don’t rb #I’m pretty sure at this point I’m unloveable and am only meant to please people #which sucks cus I’m lonely #i wish I was wolverine so I could stab myself #the pain just hits something in me and crushes my soul #I’m tired of being friendly I want romance and love #i grew up on movies with giant romantic gestures and stories of beautiful true love #it’s especially heartbreaking to me

[sucrevere]

so much of my self worth is based on my appearance it's not even funny 😔

#can you even really blame me though when it was my whole family's envy throughout my life? #i may only be somewhat above average by global standards but by nicaraguan standards? im a giant goddess with a fine nose and beautiful #lips and good hair and lovely eyebrows and a perfect face shape who's a good weight and. most importantly *American*!!!! #the way they fucking idolize americans... not only am i a subject of interest for citizenship reasons (good fucking luck im never marrying #one of them) but also because of how ''educated'' and ''sophisticated'' they think i am. #i went to a private school over there so i speak super posh apparently with an american accent + everything else i stand out to them #they can visibly recognize me as nicaraguan... but then they cana immediately tell im ~~~special~~~ and also ~~~better~~~ than them #this is not bragging. this is me being constantly fucking objectified and being put on a pedestal #this is me being treated as an outsider while also being expected to comply with all of their standards and beliefs (bigotry) #this is me being outcasted as a child and treated as if i were spoiled and being held to higher standards for everything #this is me being pitted against all women in my family and being treated nastily by them for winning a competition i never entered #this is my mother using me as a conversation piece and upping her social status by simply being related to me #this is my mother taking advantage of her status to abuse me horrifically behind the scenes (oh but i'm ''spoiled'' so it doesn't count) #i was a lonely kid. i was a bullied kid. i was a mentally ill kid. but did any of that matter? no. only thing that did was how proper and #pretty and american i was #i try to take pride in myself now but i never could as a child. i was horrifically socially anxious and pushed into things i didnt want #allllll because of my pretty 'privilege'

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months we’re all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

#female reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere oc #yandere original character #yandere oc x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #monster x human #yandere monster #yandere dragon #yandere headcanons #original work #tw.yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere obsession #yandere concept #yandere writer Momo #stockhom syndrome #yandere horror #yandere idea #yandere imagines #monster x reader #princess reader #yandere male #yandere boy #delusional yandere

[lalalasocks]

I miss my brothers so much

#i bet no one wanted to know that #being quite a bit younger than them is such a weird thing #when I was a little kid they were constantly around and as soon as I hit 10 they started leaving one by one #I feel like I’ve been lonely since high school because I come home and it’s just me and sometimes my mom #being in California is better because there’s 4 people living in a tiny house #but then I have the opposite problem where sometimes I need alone time and can’t really get it #there’s no in between for me anymore and it’s so strange #I thought if they moved to Duluth it would be better because that house is giant but there’s still be people there constantly #but now I don’t know if they’re keeping that house or what’s going on #I want to be able to curl up in a chair or on the couch and watch one of my brothers play a video game

[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] charles is away in baku and you remind him of what he's missing. part two.

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), pwp, use of explicit language, phone sex, masturbation, google-translated french (lmao), a dash of fluff, i like em dashes too much

a/n: baby's first smutlet! i've been writing for like twelve years but i've never posted to tumblr, so here's to first times! there'll def be at least a part ii to this, but i'm also hoping to write for other drivers soon(ish). also giant mega thank you to @multiseb21 + @lecrep for your support—y'all have been so incredibly sweet & i am so thankful for you!! anyways, i hope y'all like this! enjoy, loves! xx

“Chérie,” his voice crooned over the line, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “Don’t tease, mon ange—it’s already hard enough being away from you for so long.”

“Weren’t you the one who said he’d be fine just a month ago?,” you retorted, voice low.  The cards were in your hands now, and Charles was desperate.  He was a nomad lost in the desert and you were his oasis on the horizon, just the sound of your voice enough to slake his thirst.

“Yes, but then you sent me that picture and—” You hear him curse again under his breath, his fist acting as a poor substitute for the velvet heat of your walls. He swore he wasn’t going to let you leave that bed once he got his hands on you again.

Charles wasn’t entirely wrong: you were the biggest fucking tease known to mankind.  Earlier that evening you sent him a semi-absentminded photo of you fresh from the shower, steam still obscuring the best parts of the photo with a fresh white towel around your hips and one gathering your hair on top of your head.  He’d always had something about you fresh from the shower—every time he’d nearly pounce as soon as you’d pad back into the bedroom from the steamy confines of the bathroom, hair wrapped on top of your head just as it was now.  (Part of you thought it was something primal in him: you’d washed away his scent on your skin and he needed to make his territory known again, that horn dog.)  Still, he was ever the gentleman and would make the endeavor more than worth your while.

“Yeah, that was pretty bad of me, wasn’t it?,” you ceded with a knowing smirk on your lips as you sat back from your desk, closing your laptop slowly.  You’d wanted to get a little more work done after your shower, but the Monégasque wasn’t keen to let sleeping dogs lie and needed to hear your voice for himself.

“So bad, chérie,” he agreed with tone of exasperation, a heavy sigh passing through the phone, “And you’re not even here to help a–”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t help in other ways,” you were quick to remind him, the words coming from your mouth quicker than your shame would force you to bottle them up.  Heat was creeping to your cheeks, and you could feel the familiar coil of desire tightening deep in the pit of your belly.

“Are you—?”

“That’s why you called, isn’t it, baby?,” you asked only to get a stifled groan from the other side. “You wanted me to tell you how I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you continued, “how I miss your hands on my hips, your cock so deep—”

“Fucking hell,” Charles practically whines as you push yourself away from the desk now, allowing yourself to relax into the seat of the chair and your hips to ease apart despite every part of you wanting to grind them together to relieve the dull ache that rested between them.

“What would you do if I was there now, Cha?,” you asked softly, hand splayed out over the plush of your thigh, eyes glazing over as you pictured him there with you.  You wanted his hands everywhere; you couldn’t decide where you truly needed him most. Fingers curling against that hidden spot in your tight cunt, threaded through your hair and pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder, gripping your thighs so tight they’d leave bruises that he’d fuss over later—it all sounded like heaven compared to the lonely hell of your shared Monte Carlo flat.

“I want to taste you, mon cœur,” he replied shakily as his breath came faster, the sound of him fisting his cock becoming more and more prominent as time passed; he wasn’t going to last long like this, but you both already knew that—it wasn’t the point of this exercise.  “I’d have you coming on my tongue, let you taste yourself when I kiss you—putain,” the driver cursed once more as his brow furrowed.  He was leaking precum over his ironclad grip and all he wanted was to slide his fingers past your plump lips to feel the wet heat of your tongue take care of the mess.

You let out a tremulous breath over the line, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding onto so tightly until your head started swimming with need.  Your hand had drifted from its origin, rubbing lazy circles over the cotton of the panties you’d slipped into after the inciting picture.  On your top half was a worn, faded shirt of Charles that you’d taken a liking to as a nightshirt—especially when you were missing him as you were so desperately now.

“Need you in me,” you begged, the emptiness you felt so acutely coming to the forefront of your senses, “You always do such a good job filling me—my fingers don’t do you justice.”

You hear a groan on the other side of the line, the man now sitting on the edge of the bed as he tries to keep himself in check.  He wasn’t ready for this to be over so soon; you had him feeling like a teenager again, ready to spill at a moment’s notice. Granted, this wasn't anything new: there's something so intoxicating about you that destroyed whatever semblance of restraint, of control he had over his lust.

“Want you in my mouth, give me something better to do than tease you like this,” to which you received a choked merde, the man hanging on your every word as the hand between your legs abandoned its objective—you could take care of that later.  You were too caught in every little sound that passed his plush lips, listening for every little cue his body so willingly gave you.

“Want your hands in my hair, guiding me up and down your cock,” you keened for him on a whine, his breathing heavy and labored.  He was running at full speed to the cliff's edge, and you were there watching, waiting in the grass. “Want your cum on my tongue, baby,” you whined.

“Promise not to waste any, minette?,” he grunted, gritting his teeth as you hummed your assurances.  “Such a good girl f’me, yes–”

With a strained hiss and a groan he came sloppily over his hand, thankful enough that he wasn’t home in Monaco so he didn’t have to worry about cleaning up the mess he’d made. “Fuck,” he croaked, breathing heavy as he came down from the blinding high your words had catapulted him through.  It wasn’t like he hadn’t been taking care of business when duty called, but something about your voice, the thought of you there…it clutched everything into a higher gear.

“Better?,” you asked, sly smile audible to the Ferrari driver; he didn’t need to see you to know the shit-eating, satisfied smile that took over your lips.

With a tired laugh he nodded, slumping back onto the cool rumpled sheets of the hotel bed as he stared absently at the dark ceiling.  It was three in the morning in Baku, and he couldn’t sleep—the thoughts your cheeky picture had invited wouldn’t let him.

“Get some rest, tiger,” you teased him, knowing he’d have to be awake in a few short hours. You debated sending him another picture in the morning as motivation, tiding him over until you’d join him later that weekend.

“Que ferais-je sans toi, mon amour?,” he asked, sleep heavy in his voice as he rolled the right way onto the bed and running a hand through his hair.  He’d deal with the mess he’d made in the morning along with the flowers he’d send you—he really didn’t know what he’d do without you.

“I guess we’ll never know, hm?,” you replied gently, smile melting into something softer as you fiddled with the gleaming ring on your left hand.

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