#one sided divorce but it secretly isn’t even divorce at all

[kuroshirosb]

(Thinking) at the peak of Cheren’s villain arc, when he finishes his monologue about how much he resents Hilbert, Hilbert tells Cheren “even so, I still love you”

(Explodes)

#pokemashe #hilbert baldwin #cheren piper #cheren reflecting on how he treated Hilbert #scolding himself for even letting team plasma get to his head and aligning with them #emotional manipulation aside #trying his best to make it up to Hilbert despite Hilbert’s M.I.A status #(frozen in a kyurem glacier and also lost in victory road’s landslide) #I KNOW cheren was both horrified and angry in the moment that Hilbert didn’t resent him too #he wants Hil to hate him so bad but he just… doesn’t! #he wants to feel justified for hating Hilbert but Hilbert won’t let him #one sided divorce but it secretly isn’t even divorce at all

[ikoinsblog]

Warnings: MDNI! professor!reader, student!Ellie, age gap, Top!Ellie, strap on (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving).

Forbidden Part 2!

Part 1!

“That cake is hilarious!” Dina, one of your long-time friends, sat back in her seat laughing. “Fucking brilliant!”

It was. You had initially wondered if it was too much for a public place, but divorce parties were supposedly all the rage these days. You were definitely telling everyone what you thought of your ex-wife.

Abby was the biggest prick to walk the earth.

“You don’t think the knife is too much?”

“If you’re going to say how you feel through a cake, then you have to say it properly, babe. I think it’s great.”

“I don’t suppose it’ll matter soon once people have helped themselves to it.” You finished your glass of wine, then refilled it.

“So, I had something I wanted to talk to you about. But it has to stay between us, Dina.”

You didn’t have anything to worry about. You could trust Dina with anything you said. Including this ‘thing’ with Ellie.

Still, Dina held up a hand. “Of course. Scout’s honour or whatever.”

“There’s…this student.” Your clit throbbed at the mere thought of Ellie. “She’s…intense.”

“Giving you grief?” Dina frowned. “Your uni students are usually mature by now.”

“No, no. Not grief in that sense. She’s…I think she’s attracted to me.”

“Well, obviously. Who isn’t?”

You rolled your eyes, slapping Dina on the arm. “Stop it. That’s not true.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

“My own wife couldn’t wait to fuck someone else, Dina. I find it hard to believe that I’m going to find anything meaningful any time soon.” You knew that with age…life changed. You knew that no matter how sexy you felt, things started to drop or dry or whatever else you would be faced with in the coming years. You weren’t stupid. But your thirty-year-old cousin? Really? After everything you’ve been through with Abby. twenty-four-year marriage. You sometimes found it hard to comprehend. “Not that she would be into that sort of thing anyway.”

Dina nodded slowly. “She wants to fuck you. I get it.”

Well, that was one way of getting straight to the point. “I guess so, yes.”

“And you want to fuck her.”

“God, no. I…couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. I have a very good reputation at work. I’m not going to potentially sour that because a student wants a night of fantasy.”

“And that’s exactly all it would be. A fantasy. So why not humour her and get your kicks while it’s on offer?”

Fuck. Dina was supposed to tell you how wrong and forbidden it was. She was supposed to threaten you with the loss of your job or a reprimand from the powers that be. Not…encourage you. “That’s…I…why have you just said that?”

“Because it’s secretly what you wanted to hear.” Dina grinned. “You may not realise it, but I know when you’re thinking about doing something. I’ve been your best friend for twenty years, babe.”

“Dina..”

“Is it illegal?” Dina asked, a brow quirked.

“I…no.” You frowned. “It’s still not right.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Live a little. You’ve got a student fantasising about you. What more do you want?”

“For it to not be a student?”

“Ah. But that’s all part of the fantasy.” Dina winked. “You’re thinking about it. I’m not sure what else there is to say. If you were so concerned, you wouldn’t even be having this conversation with me.”

“It doesn’t help that she’s exactly my type.”

“Mmhmm. Let me guess. A little on the butch side. Tattooed. Has that something about them. One look, and you’d spread your legs. I get it.”

“Am I that predictable?”

“Nope. Not at all. As I say, I’ve known you a long time.”

“I’m going to the bar. You’re deluded.” You rose from your seat and took your phone from the table, slipping out of the booth and heading for the bar.

You phone buzzed.

“What are you wearing?”

Oh, God. No, not now. This couldn’t be happening.

“I’m busy. I can’t do this right now!”

“I know what you’re wearing. That sexy, strappy dress should be on my bedroom floor.”

You didn’t dare to turn around. Because you knew that when you did, Ellie would be there, those eyes piercing you.

“And would one of your shirts be lying on the floor beside it?”

You grinned, seeing the read receipt immediately.

“No. It would be hanging open on my body. That’s what you’d like, isn’t it? Me fucking you…half naked.”

“I’m not sure you could handle me, Ellie.”

“Wanna find out?”

You would love nothing more than to find out.

“The question is, do YOU want to find out? That confidence of yours is very sexy, but I don’t believe you really want to fuck me, Ellie. It’s all bravado.”

Now that was sure to really rile Ellie up.

“Oh, yeah? I know how wet I make you when I’m in class. I see it in your eyes. Do you go back to your office and touch yourself while you’re thinking of me? Do you taste yourself while imagining me?”

Before you could respond, Ellie started typing again.

“Do you think of me putting my strap in you while you’re bent over your desk? A personal favourite of mine is being on my knees under your desk. I’d love to have my face in your drenched pussy. And I know you’d love it too!”

The server snapped you out of your aroused thoughts. You took the bottles of wine, smiling when he added them to the open tab they had, and carefully made your way back to the table.

“Thanks, babe. What were you smirking at when you were at the bar?”

“Me? Nothing.”

“Something on your phone,” Dina said. “Your student, maybe?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would my student have my number?”

“Because the woman sitting in the window over there hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you left the table. Every time she lowers her phone, you pick yours up.”

“And in what way does that prove she’s my student?”

“She couldn’t be your type any more than she already is. Look at her. You’ll see.” You couldn’t look up at Ellie. Then Dina laughed. “Ah. You can’t. Because she’s just had some very…choice words for you, hasn’t she?”

“Dina.”

“I give it thirty minutes, and you’ll be out of that door with her.” Dina leaned in and sighed. “May I say…you’ve chosen really well. She’s hot.”

* * *

“Ellie.”

Ellie lifted a brow and sipped her beer slowly. You looked divine tonight.

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but lower your eyes to the open buttons on Ellies white shirt…to her chest piece tattoo.

“Drinking my beer. How is the celebration going?”

You lowered yourself to the leather seating, placing your wine on the table.

“Great. But how did you know I’d be here?”

“Fate.” Ellie winked. She received the smallest smile in return. “Joking. I’m here for you. And I may have overheard you on the phone when you were leaving your office earlier.”

“For me?” You took a large gulp from your wine glass. “Ellie, I’m your professor.”

“Mmhmm.” Was that supposed to concern Ellie? It probably should have, but it didn’t. Ellie could fuck who she wanted…when she wanted. She draped her arm across the back of the booth, her hand reaching your shoulder. “I…noticed none of the friends you’re with work at the university.”

“No. These are my close friends, not my work colleagues.”

“So, if you were to leave with me now, nobody at the university would know anything about it?” Ellie lowered her other hand beneath the table, stroking a fingertip across your knee. The university was a big place, so Ellie wasn’t overly concerned by the thought of being caught in this position. “I know you intentionally tease me during lectures.”

“Can you blame me?”

Ellie smirked. “I could never blame you for that.”

“It’s that confidence that makes me…”

You hesitated, your eyes closing when Ellie stroked her fingertips a little higher.

“Wet?” Ellie finished for you.

“Yes.”

Ellie leaned in closer and lowered her voice as she breathed against your ear, “Then why don’t you let me take care of you?”

For every second that you took to make a decision, Ellie was going to inch higher and higher. She felt you squeeze your thighs together. She grinned when you placed your hand on Ellie thigh, rubbing your palm against the denim. “Where do you want to go?”

“Depends how you want me to fuck you.” You squeezed Ellie’s thigh at those words, but Ellie only guided you higher. Your breath caught when your hand landed on the bulge at Ellie’s crotch. “Oh, fuck!”

“We could be. I wore this especially for you tonight.”

You lifted your glass and drained it, taking Ellie’s hand and guiding her out of the booth. You didn’t even bother to say goodbye to your friends. It was in that moment that Ellie knew she had your full attention.

You dragged her towards the end of the street. Ellie pulled you into an alleyway and pressed you to the wall. “How long have you wanted me?”

“Since the moment you walked into my lecture, Ellie.”

Ellie lifted the hem of your dress and forced her hand past the waistband of your underwear. “A whole three months, huh?”

You arched against Ellie when she pressed two fingers to your swollen clit. “Y-yes!”

“The times I’ve wanted to fuck you in your office. The way you sway that arse when you stroll the corridors. These tits,” Ellie said as she bit down on the swell of your breast.

“You’ve been teasing me for too long now. It’s about time I did something about it.”

“Mm. Are you going to punish me, Ellie?”

You stroked your palm up Ellie’s stomach and between her breasts. “I can’t wait to feel you on top of me. Taking everything you need from me.”

Fuck. I need her now. “We need to find a room right now.”

“I live on the next block. Can you keep your cock to yourself until then?”

Oh, she’s feisty. I like that. “Only if you promise to get on your knees and suck it for me.”

* * *

You fumbled around with your keys, trembling when Ellie’s hand smoothed over the curve of your arse. If Ellie had realised anything so far, it was that you loved your arse being touched. Good thing, really, because Ellie fucking loved it. It was firm, perfect for spanking. Every time Ellie felt it beneath her palm, you moaned.

“Ellie please…” You wriggled, but it only shifted Ellie’s hand between your legs. “Shit, please. You have to stop that.”

“Why?”

“Because if you keep touching me, I’m going to come.” Mmhmm. She’s not wrong.

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened, and you pulled her inside. You dropped to your knees, looking up at Ellie with hooded eyes, and smirked as you popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zip. The toy sprang free when you tugged Ellie’s boxer shorts down, her jeans sitting low on her thighs. “Oh, Ellie.” You took hold of it, rolling your tongue around the tip. “You chose the perfect size.”

“You like being filled then, huh?” Ellie couldn’t take her eyes off you as you sucked on the length of the toy. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

You lifted a brow and quickly slid the thin straps of your dress from your shoulders. Ellie’s mind…was blown. She knew you were gorgeous, but seeing you on your knees was something entirely different.

You slurped and sucked, pressing the base of the toy against Ellie’s clit. “F-fuck, yeah.” You pressed again, digging your nails into Ellie’s skin. “Oh, shit.”

As much as Ellie loved seeing you like this, she needed to fuck you. She leaned down and cradled your chin in her finger.

“Where do you want me?”

In every possible position, if I have my way, Ellie thought. “On your feet.”

You stood, the dress that had been pooled around your waist dropped to the floor. You stood before Ellie wearing nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of heels.

Ellie’s dream…was coming true.

She held your hips, forcing her jeans the rest of the way down. She kicked off her boots, followed by her jeans, and then guided you towards the back of the couch. Your lips met, tongues sliding against one another, and Ellie’s heart really started to pound now.

“Ellie, I’m dripping for you.”

Well, now, Ellie would have to check that you weren’t telling lies. She smirked. “Turn around and bend over.”

You did so, spreading your legs for Ellie without a second thought. She lowered herself, biting on the supple flesh of your arse. And then she came face to face with that delicious pussy from behind. Fuck! Even though Ellie knew she’d have you one day, she had to quickly question her confidence. You were dripping wet, just as you had claimed.

Ellie didn’t wait another second. She buried her face in your soaked lips and lapped up every drop you had to offer. Ellie slipped her tongue inside you. You immediately tightened around her tongue, your slick arousal covering Ellie’s chin.

You reached behind yourself and gripped the back of Ellie’s head, encouraging Ellie to give you more. Ellie pulled back, only to ease two fingers inside you.

“Fuck me harder, Ellie.”

Ellie obliged, adding a third finger and thrusting fast. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Mmm. You’ve had me on edge for a long time, baby.”

Baby? Oh, yeah. Ellie could definitely work with that. “If only you’d told me sooner, we could have been far more acquainted by now.”

You were close. Ellie felt your walls clenching, your knees trembling, your breath becoming more and more ragged.

“C-close.”

Ellie pulled out of you suddenly. She got to her feet, spanking your divine arse hard. You yelped, moaned, and then wiggled those smooth cheeks for Ellie. A private show.

“You wanted me, Ellie.” You bent further forward, bracing your forearms on the back of the couch. “So take me.”

Ellie spread your lips from behind and coated the toy with your wetness. she lined the head up and thrust hard.

“Oh, fuck!” You dropped your head on her shoulders, slamming back against Ellie. “Y-yes.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“O-oh, I want you. My pussy is craving you, Ellie.”

The way you said Ellie’s name had her gripping your hips and pounding furiously. “Fucking take it. All of it.”

“Ellie…” you gasped and moaned. Ellie was barely able to move inside you. “Fuck, I’m coming.” You forced Ellie out of you, gushing down your thighs and covering the hardwood flooring. “O-oh, I…”

Now that was something Ellie wanted to witness again in her lifetime. if Ellie was being honest, this was one of the moments she had fantasised about.

So, for the time Ellie could have with you, she was going to make the very most of it. She leant forward, dragged her nails up your back, and whispered, “Turn around. That pussy is mine for the rest of the night.”

By Melissa Tereze.

•

What if… Part 2!

WLW book recommendations!

‘What if Ellie was character in my favourite lesbian books.’

Study You by Melissa Tereze.

‘It’s been months since Finn Ashton walked into Gillian Masters’s lecture and neither’s world was ever the same. Six weeks have passed since their last mind-blowing encounter, which was in Gillian’s office…on her desk, and both women know that a professor-student relationship is too risky, especially for Gillian who has worked for years to get where she is at her university job.’

@pick-me-up-im-scared

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie smut #lgbtq #wlw #the last of us

[mhathotfic]

Imagine best friend Bakugou being secretly in love with you but never thought he could have you because you were married then one night Bakugou got a called from a very drunk you telling him to come pick her up from the house because you and your partner had a huge fight and you kicked him out and asking Bakugou to come pick you up because you know you’re now ex spouse will come back.

So he picked you up and your all over him when he gets into his house. He doesn’t want to do anything while you’re drunk no matter how badly he wanted you now.

But in the morning he saw you were cooking breakfast and coffee. He asked if you remember anything and you told him you did. After an hour of just sitting in silence is when you broke and told him that you wanted him and now that he got a clear minded you, he finally give you the best time of your life.

This happens every month and then you found out your pregnant by Bakugou and he’s over the moon can now he got you and a little one on the way. He asked you to move in and be his girlfriend since he knows marrying you before dating isn’t the best but after you give birth he’s going to ask you to marry him to officially makes the family as a whole.

—💋

Is it ok if I call you smooches if you’re gonna stop by every now and then? It’s where my mind goes when I see the emoji.

Ah but my response, I’m thinking it’s a case of high school sweethearts that turned sour with your ex and Bakugou has been the best friend who could never get over you, but would never actively pursue you if you were happy.

Unfortunately his existence in your life has been a thorn in your husband’s side for awhile and instead of being an adult and talking about it, he stews in his feelings and convinces himself that you must be having an affair.

For extra drama, let’s say it was your anniversary and you were drinking to celebrate when things go to shit because you mentioned your friends want to go out in the morning and he did major mental gymnastics and came to the conclusion that you were going on a date with your “bestie”

It definitely doesn’t help that the first person you think to call is Bakugou, but you don’t know who else you would call and ironically, you realize your ex had real reasons to worry about him.

You more excited about seeing him than a friend should be and the more he holds back even though you can tell he wants you, the more you want him. You think you always have. Why didn’t you notice sooner?

And when morning comes, you feel a little guilty about the situation you’ve put him so you make him breakfast intending to talk to him about it, but it’s not as easy as you thought.

He brings it up first, but you don’t really talk about it until you’re fed up.

And, it’s not like you’re naive. You’re aware that this’ll complicate everything, but you deserve this. You deserve to be happy, you deserve to be with a man who isn’t scared to treat you like the prize you are.

And coincidentally, when your divorce goes through and the paperwork is filed, is when you find out you’re pregnant

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #💋 anon #tw cheating #you are still legally married after all

[sxslave4all]

This is/has took forever to type as I had to watch it was so mmmmm and knowing both would be having my mouth on them soon for this ho’s cum cleanup use. I almost came without touch. People say him and I are perfect looking couple….if they only knew couple would be stretching our title. I’m his toy, cum drinker, foot fucker, frustration absorber, anger post to use when in bad mood and can’t hurt the one that caused it so that’s what I’m for happy sad mad horny USE ME and I’m a rough sex / bdsm/bi/public humiliation type cum dumpster. Whip me and then let me suck your dick while you watch tv, eat, play on phones, watch porn just make my mouth and the rest be of use. These women messaging me with oh that’s terrible 🙄. Trust he wouldn’t remotely treat me anything but perfect until I told him what I like sexually and in general as a relationship-lovey, touchy, etc. my answer was beat me use me degraded makes me feel amazing. So why live a lie and play sweet vanilla when I want sizzling ghost pepper levels 🤷🏼‍♀️. I was trained young by my first boyfriend whom I was with for years. Once he was vanilla soon as done he said I can’t play a game-I want a whore who loves pain, fuck and suck on demand, will do women w me, someone who does everything I say and want no attitude whining or saying no. You disobey your punishment will be bad. You’d be taught that pain is also pleasure but also believe I’m the male your not so shut up and don’t open your mouth til I need it. You just look pretty and obey. You stay naked always at home and no matter whose there-naked. You fuck whoever and WHATever I tell you wherever however whenever I demand it. Cnc is a factor with some rough things I’ll set up to be done to you sometimes quietly or at a club or sometimes grabbed by a group while u walk to get my smokes half dressed also required. Nipples must always be hard and perfectly visible thru shirt. Skirt no panties and if you bend even a bit you’re on display and stilettosif out You’ll let them do what they want to you then come home get undressed…crawl to me and fkn apologize for them grabbing and having your body, yes you’ll apologize and beg me to give you punishment for a week, then you’ll straddle my leg ask nicely for my foot and rub yourself with it then you’d suck me for hours well I tell ya how awful that was of YOU to entice them. But one day it’ll happen and suddenly you’ll almost cum in excitement cause you love it. I’d whip you, restrain and tie you, I’d deny you then tie you down and put a vibe on your clit and leave for a bit while you cum 20+ times an hour. You’ll be used.By time he was done talking I was stunned. Suddenly he asked if I wanted a taste before deciding-seeing that secretly for some reason it was the biggest turn on. Dated broke upFound him married him divorced when he moved But he’s who finds my current owner. As it’s not easy to find men who want it 24/7 or rough and like my ex, for me it’s a 300 page contract. Do it all or none. So judge me cause I’m a slut I’m a toy. I enjoy punishment especially the worst ones. Judge me for getting off on it. I’m a tramp w holes for men why would I want it different? He’s the man. I’m his. Completely. And judge me for licking pussy and sucking dick—but i aint changing none of it. Having women involved is fkn hot sometimes I love watching his dick penetrating her and talking sweet blah the things I don’t want so he deserves to get those filled Shes more degrading She fills a need in me. And he provides everything for me and would buy me —what I want isn’t at a jewelry store it’s at a bdsm show. It’s who I am and it makes me hot and horny every day since my first. Thank goodness as my purpose starts with a collar, my knees and holes with a side of tits. So know I can’t wait to feel hit by the sting of a belt or inserting something in me and watching him get a kick from it. I’m here to make him happy so if he’s mad beat me til he’s not is my motto. Consent-means a huge difference it’s Shit we agreed on. Occasionally I get the smack across the face 😘

#use me however you want #lesbian sex #free use fantasy #praise k!nk #cnc sub #free use slvt #bd/sm rope #roped girl #ropeplay #degrade and humiliate me #degradation k1nk #degrading k1nk #bd/sm community #bd/sm brat #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm kink #bd/sm pet #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm slave

[minniesmelody]

𝗠𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 #𝟭

ᗩ/ᑎ : this is just part 1, there is 100% gonna be more from me, but this is the first part. Also DISCLAIMER: these are “my” head canons for Gareth, we might not all agree on something about him so pls don’t get offended by any of these, please and thank you. Enjoy!

♥︎ as we all know, he loves Dr. pepper, for sure his favorite/go to drink

♥︎ we all ofc see him as a big brother, I see him having one younger sister, I can imagine her name being something with a G like Gareth, Grace or something like that.

♥︎I don’t see Gareths dad being in his life, I 100% see a Joyce and Wills dad kinda thing, but also some Lexi and Cassie (euphoria) thing happening.

♥︎basically divorced parents, doesn’t hear from his dad and quite frankly doesn’t want to after all the shit he put him, his sister, and mom through. But still expects him to at least reach out once in a blue moon (which he does not)

♥︎ not controlling, but definitely gets extremely jealous very easily

♥︎ 100% skateboards, I can only see him riding the skateboard, I don’t see him being one to master flips and what not

♥︎favorite fruit is strawberries, you can’t change my mind.

♥︎ I don’t see him like Eddie and not knowing how to cook, I can see him knowing how to cook very well, and sometimes cooks dinner for his little sister when his mom is working night shift/ double shifts.

♥︎ best care taker, invites you over the nights his mom isn’t there and cooks for the 3 of you, you helping him put his sister to bed before going downstairs and watching scary movies before bed.

♥︎horror movie fanatic, this boy goes crazy for horror movies and laughs at times he shouldn’t but he can’t help it.

♥︎due to this, he probably takes so many trips to family video and I can see him and Steve having conversations and Gareth asking “what’s so special about you anyways? Henderson is constantly praising you at Hellfire, it’s getting annoying”

♥︎ favorite movie franchise is Friday the 13th, but I see that changing once the chucky movies comes out.

♥︎ can be a picky eater at times, someone who stays safe when it comes to going out to eat, chicken tenders/fingers with a side of fries if they have it is his safe option.

♥︎I don’t see him liking coffee

♥︎energy drinks is his caffeine

♥︎ not one for fancy places, happily settles on fast food

♥︎here me out, he watch’s wrestling, and loves it.

♥︎not a noisy sleeper but tends to move a lot (I’m the same way lol)

♥︎doesn’t smoke but will have a beer every now and then

♥︎definitely plays video games, takes trips to the arcade a few times a month, usually with Dustin or you.

♥︎ he definitely is an animal lover but not 100% capable of owning one himself.

♥︎ Polaroid pictures. Polaroid pictures. POLAROID PICTURES!!!!

♥︎ everyone says he would have his nails painted but I have to respectfully disagree, I don’t see him as one to have painted nails, I see that more in Eddie than anything, but definitely not Gareth

♥︎when he has free time and not with the band/hellfire, he likes to do drum covers on songs he likes or does songs you like to impress you.

♥︎Halloween is his favorite day of the year

♥︎has a good relationship with your parent(s)

♥︎consent king, always asking if this and that is okay, even just kisses on the cheek sometimes.

♥︎I can see him liking science class but hating every other class

♥︎usually skips gym class

♥︎his favorite artificial flavor is cherry

♥︎steals food off your plate

♥︎ he secretly loves love songs. He loves ‘head over heels’ by tears for fears.

♥︎ BONUS: if you were a cheerleader, he would come to your practices and pep rally’s but would sit in the corner somewhere or some place where you would have to look extra hard to find him, not because he doesn’t wanna be seen with you but because he doesn’t wanna hear any snarky comments from one of the jocks.

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣!!!

#stranger things #hellfire club #stranger things imagine #gareth emerson #corroded coffin #gareth the great #gareth #gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #gwydion lashlee walton #gareth emerson x reader #imagine #head canons #he is just like me fr #eddie munson #stranger things season four #euphoria #headcanon

[luvxiem]

cute dates with...

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

holding his hand while walking through the streets of london at night. the two of you are sitting on a park bench and people watching with your head on his shoulder. he’s rubbing the back of your knuckles with his thumb absentmindedly as he comes up with wild tales of the strangers across the park.

“he just divorced his second wife but lost custody of the kids. she asked out the cute barista from the starbucks. he’s secretly an avid reader of werewolf erotica.”

you closed your eyes at some point, not quite asleep just yet but blocking out the world so it’s just you and him. you can’t see it but he’s staring at you so fondly. there’s nothing but adoration in both his eyes and his heart when he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“i love you.” you open one eye wearily, a small smile on your face as you look up at him.

“what’s with the sudden declaration?”

“no reason,” he whispers. “i just love you and i needed you to know.”

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

screaming at the top of your lungs at a theme park. he convinced you to ride the tallest rollercoaster there, and while you’re an adrenaline junkie yourself, even you felt some hesitation staring at that monster. promising cotton candy afterwards, he leads you to the line and cheers when the two of you get assigned the front cart. as you’re strapping in, he glances at you and laughs wholeheartedly when you meet his eyes and glare.

“i hate you.”

“it’ll be fun! i promise, don’t be such a weenie babe!” you huff at his words, but he was right. you end up getting back in line two more times after that, with luca yelling “pog!” each time. he still buys you cotton candy later and steals a massive bite, much to your chagrin.

“i’m gonna kill you!” you yell, holding your half eaten cotton candy in despair. he runs off giggling at your words which leads to a chase halfway through the park. eventually he’s out of sight and you’re looking around for him with mild worry.

“luca?” you call, gnawing on your lip when you can’t spot your massive boyfriend in the crowd.

“surprise!” he comes up behind you and lifts you up, spinning you around while laughing wildly. you sigh as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his jaw.

“stupid, stupid man. don’t scare me like that, i thought i lost you for a second.” he holds you tighter in response, ignoring the flow of people walking around you.

“sorry babe, i didn’t mean to worry you like that. wanna go ride the ferris wheel?” rolling your eyes at his obvious attempt to win your favor, you grin and let him drag you over. you can never stay mad at his cute puppy face anyways.

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

cafe hopping and taking pictures with your new polaroid camera. he doesn’t really like to have his picture taken, much preferring to be the one behind the lens instead, but at your insistence (“but i want to admire your pretty face all the time!”

“i didn’t sign up for this, hon.”

“you literally did when you agreed to be my boyfriend, dum dum.”) he relents.

his hair practically glows in the soft afternoon sun, and the way his jaw looks when you instruct him to look toward the side is absolutely criminal. he can tell you’re staring, but chooses to not acknowledge it, letting his lips twitch upward into a knowing smile instead.

“how long does it take to snap a picture?” he quips jokingly, side-eyeing you from his seat. you flush, grumbling about him being a smartass as the flash goes off. your face still feels hot when he leans over to peck you on the cheek in an attempt to make you feel better (no it isn’t). flustering you is his favorite pastime, and watching you sip your coffee while avoiding his eyes sets butterflies off in his stomach.

“let me get one of you, too,” he says, picking up the camera and pointing it toward you.

“i need something to look at when i get tired of staring at my monitor all day. you’re good motivation.”

WRITTEN ! 080922

#luvxiem.writing #yeah im projecting and what about it :/ #uh. if u were named on this post at all plz dont perceive #skull emoji #had to get this out of my system asap fbdshgdfjsbgv #crhing #vox akuma x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #vox.txt #luca.txt #ike.txt #i am cringe but i am free

[spitdrunken]

I haven't watched Ducktales but the Scrooge stuff is cute u should keep going

😭 thank you so much anon... i’m far from having finished the series myself but i just think it’s really fun HAHA

i’ve just been thinking about like... i mentioned this in the previous post, but being a human just randomly transported into that world :’) since there’s quite a bit of magic and everything there, i was thinking maybe it’s some accidental teleportation that happened when scrooge or one of the nephews messed with an artifact during one of their adventures... and there isn’t a clear way for you to go home! scrooge isn’t heartless, he’s (part of) the reason that you were torn away from your world, your family, your friends and all that was familiar to you- obviously, he’ll take you in until they find a solution. he has plenty of spare rooms in that mansion of his, after all. 

in the meantime, you almost become like a bit of a glorified assistant HAHA i’ve been thinking a lot about what specific bodily differences there might be between ducks and humans, and there’s a few things!

most of all i enjoy the thought of ducks having much less dense bones than you do (i know they can't fly themselves so they might not be entirely hollow but who knows) and so you end up quite a bit sturdier and stronger than them no matter your stature. it makes you useful for adventuring and scrooge will drag you along. who knows, maybe they'll find the key back to your home and you might not be there to use it! i was also thinking your hands might be more dexterous than theirs, and some more stuff!

scrooge thinks it's a very bad idea to let you go anywhere unattended because you stick out so much in a crowd. he has far too many enemies in duckburg, and you're far too easily noticable. glomgold really wants to whisk you away mainly to spite scrooge, but also because you're one of a kind :') he wonders how much money he could get for just letting people take a picture with you or something...

i find it very funny to imagine you just get traded back and forth between scrooge and glomgold regularly. the first two times were genuinely scary, but you quickly realised you could kick glomgold away like a football if you wanted to, and he never hurt you besides being obnoxious. scrooge kind of hates it, but you end up hanging out at his arch nemesis' house quite a bit. you even have a toothbrush there and everything. it just feels like you have divorced parents or something HAHA you interfere with any seriously harmful plans glomgold is brewing, though.

as i’ve said before, i haven’t watched that much of the show yet so i might be wrong, but it seems like glomgold has literally like no one in his life? like he’s living off of spite alone. if that’s the case then he secretly has to be kind of dreadfully lonely, right? i like the idea that he gets pretty attached after you get ‘kidnapped’ (eventually you just go over to his place yourself lol) a couple of time and his goal kind of shifts. he wants you on his side exclusively and probably wear like a shirt with his face on it or something, and kind of wants to copy the family dynamic scrooge had but he’d never admit this out loud directly. he just gives you a bunch of expensive gifts to ‘buy’ your loyalty LMAO

the whole concept is just sooooo funny to me i mostly have platonic (yandere) thoughts about them but knowing myself i’ll end up making it creepy lmao

#nw #cw.furry #cha.scrooge #cha.glomgold #ducktales x reader

[a-palemoon-sliver]

Yandere idea: one of those isekai stories where the main character reincarnates into the body of a doomed woman married to an obsessive husband, the handsome, noble villain of the story who’ll commit treason and bring about the downfall and death of them both by the story’s end. MC pulls all the usual stunts trying to get away before the story reaches the point of their scheduled death: they ask for a divorce, they’re soundly denied; they try to ruin their reputation, the villainous husband doesn’t give a shit. They try running away, his henchman knights always capture them and bring them back. The husband is madly in love with them and incredibly possessive; he would sooner die than relinquish his hold over his wife. “That’s what will happen, you fool,” the MC thinks, chagrined. Nor is the husband willing to alter his course for them, as power-hungry as he is.

So the MC gets smart: one of the original side characters who helps the protagonist out is a brilliant detective-knight, so they scheme to get themselves introduced to the man behind the back of the husband, and make his acquaintance, and build up a rapport with them. Once they’re friends, they tell the knight all about their husband’s plan to overthrow the king or whatever, and they work together to dig up proof. At the same time they slowly fall in love with each other, giving the knight even more incentive to free MC from their husband’s grip. Eventually they have enough proof that all of the nobility and wealth of the husband isn’t enough to save him from consequences, and he’s shunted off to prison, dragged away in chains while glaring murderously at the man who stole his love from him. MC and the knight think they’ve achieved a happy ending.

Due to being a powerful noble, the husband is afforded a degree of comfort and privilege in prison. He’s allowed to write letters and have visitors, and all is supervised by the wardens so that he can’t do anything. But he secretly enlists the help of a powerful sorceress (originally a mid-tier villain the story’s protagonist defeats in the second act) in exchange for a hefty sum, and through her gets hold of a powerful artifact that can swap souls. Afterwards he asks to meet face-to-face with the detective-knight, ostensibly so that he can have a reckoning with him. This the knight agrees to, and they meet in a supervised cell. The husband secrets the artifact in his sleeve, and grabs the knight’s arm. There’s a flash of light and the room fills with smoke. The wardens lunge into action and pull the men away from each other. The knight gasps and says “It’s a bomb! He tried to kill me!” The husband is grabbed and escorted out of the room as he sputters and cries out that they’ve got the wrong man. The knight grins wickedly to himself as he’s escorted out of the prison to safety.

For trying to kill the knight, the noble husband’s execution date is moved up, and within days he’s beheaded, to the last crying out that he’s the knight, not the noble. Meanwhile the knight expedites the wedding plans that have been ongoing between him and MC. He’s so consumed with lust for them he can barely control himself, but control himself he does; he screwed up in his plans the last time, he won’t make that mistake again. The MC notices that their fiancee seems off, but they don’t guess at the truth. It’s only on their wedding night after the ceremony finishes that he reveals the truth to them. They’re horrified, but he quickly silences their screams and spirits them into a waiting carriage. They drive to their new home, a house deep in the woods he already prepared long before he was arrested, built with powerful enchantments. In there MC will be locked up safe and sound, with no possible means of escape. And the husband is actually incredibly lucky, when he thinks on it: the knight’s personal reputation is much better than his ever was, so no one will ever suspect the decorated hero of any wrongdoing. He’ll be free to love MC in all his twisted glee. They got away from him once, but he won’t let that happen again.

#yandere #noble yandere #male yandere #gender neutral reader

[showtoonzfan]

Stolas stated that the only reason he put up with Stella's cruelty is for Octavia to have a normal life, but I dont quite buy it. Im assuming he meant give Via a mother. Because if shes never been kind to Stolas why would he trust Stella to be a good mom? Abusers usually weaponize kindness to convince their victims to stay with them, making them trust the abuser and hope the behavior will stop, and so far it seems like were supposed to believe Stella never makes it a secret she hates Stolas.

but to give the show the benefit of the doubt, we dont know how she acts around Octavia. Maybe she does act kind to her daughter and I hope we get to see their relationship.

Ive seen the theory that Stolas wants to avoid the negative fallout that would come from two nobles divorcing, but we have yet to be shown any negative consequences of the divorce yet, maybe they will show it when Andre shows up.

That’s just it, I don’t buy what Stolas said either because the show never SHOWED us any of that and never build anything up to this argument scene. Stolas has some hilarious nerve to say that all he’s done is “try to make the family comfortable” for Stella, when all we saw him do in season 1 was fuck blitz repeatedly, having the time of his life while his angry wife secretly plotted to kill him. Meanwhile Stolas puts his dick before his daughter, inviting Blitz too Loo Loo Land, and despite trying to care for her, he never changes or improves his actions and continued to screw Blitz until he got called out for it.

And yeah, kinda doesn’t help if you’re tying to make an emotional scene about parents and their daughter if you’ve only shown the FATHER’S perspective of the relationship and not the mothers. Like I said, all of this is one sided, and due to that it doesn’t fit with anything the show is telling us or trying to set up when it comes to Stella. I feel like that line where he says he only takes Stella’s shit for Via’s sake is mainly just the writers guilt tripping us into believing that he’s the good parent that would do anything for his daughter, even though the show failed to make any of that believable, aka SHOW us. Stolas knows Stella isn’t a good mother, he just takes her shit so the fire won’t get bigger, (according to the show) even though it already has because of HIS actions. Basically don’t try to make sense of the show’s writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Stella and Stolas’s rift because all it is is the writers making Stolas out to be the good sweet guy who cares for his daughter, even if it doesn’t match up with what we’ve seen, or isn’t believable. It doesn’t matter, as long as they TELL you he cares and shows him worrying for her, that means he’s the good parent no matter what.

There’s also no point in the theories, like you said the show hasn’t even shown us the negative consequences of two Goetia members divorcing, they try to make it a big deal but then forget that Stella literally openly talks badly about him in front of other Goetia members, so what’s the point of introducing the idea that two higher ups divorcing would cause controversy if Stella is so open about how much she hates and doesn’t care about him??? Andrealphus as well is probably just going to be another snobby bad guy, Stolas already stated that he doesn’t give a shit about what he thinks so I don’t think Andre will really add anything interesting or make sense of it. They’ll probably just say what we already know, that the two shouldn’t divorce even though the show can’t properly explain or show what exactly the Goetia family’s believes and purposes are.

#none of it adds up man there’s no point in trying to make sense of the writing #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critique #Stella #anti Stolas

[dolly-on-the-dotted-line]

Laredo, Summer, Age 24: High School Reunion

'Is there going to be a reunion at this reunion?'

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Javier Peña being a Cocky, Beautiful, Bastard.

A/N: Finally getting back to the main chapters 🥳 Even if this one was an unexpected addition. Enjoying how many times Bug reiterates YES I AM AN ADULT NOW. We've all been there. We're all secretly 6-year-olds in a big trench coat.

Laredo, Summer, Age 24: High School Reunion

Standing at the entrance to your former high school, you redact every positive thing you’ve said about Laredo in the past two years. 

Since getting away, the distance between you and your hometown had allowed for a surprising amount of positive reflection on the place you grew up. You’d had a bad time, you reviewed empathetically; it was understandable that you’d felt the way you did, for as long as you did. Add puberty, parental abandonment, and teenage heartbreak to the mix, and it’s almost a fully evidenced argument for flying the nest and not looking back. All it had taken was some breathing space and a bit of room to develop into your own person to be able to look back fondly and realise this place really isn’t so bad. You’d been dramatic, overwhelmed, and too quick to judge. That was childhood: one big adolescent misunderstanding. You were an adult now, after all. 

But as you loiter in the parking lot finishing the cheeky cigarette that you knew you were going to need in order to get through this evening, you realise, to her credit, that your nineteen-year-old self had got it right. 

Leaving had been a good idea. This place was the worst.

High school reunions were always something you had relegated to the realms of TV dramas and old people- genuinely old people like your Pa and his graduating class of god knows what forgotten era, that would actually appreciate the chance to catch up and find out who was still about and kicking. Plus, for your generation, you knew the reunions that really mattered were those that happened in another fifteen or twenty years when people had kids and houses and divorce settlements. That’s when your cynical side could really come out to play; the opportune moment to take quiet revenge on all the people that had mattered so much when you were sixteen, but had since slipped into the quiet obscurity of the glue trap, unable to make it any further than city limits. Receding hairlines and pot bellies: that would be your curtain call. 

You resolve to be hot and rich by the next time you stand in that school gym. Hotter than the majority, at least. 

In spite of your successful escape, you struggle to remember exactly how you’d ended up back here again. It was summer break, yes, the start and end of all the best and worst decisions you’d made in your short lifetime. But why you were here specifically, the parking lot of the proverbial hellhole that had held you captive for the best part of five years, you were still struggling with. 

Mel and Petra are the real answer, you know, but even then you’re questioning your better judgement in spite of your closest friends' persistent arm-twisting. Had you really gone so soft that you were here just because they asked? 

You’re well aware you sound like a cynical bastard as you play through your depressing monologue in your head, but you can’t deny that your younger, perhaps more obstinate, self would be distinctly unimpressed to find out that you’d made a break for it, only to find yourself back here by choice at the big age of twenty-four. 

“It will be fun!” they’d implored in unison as they dried the dishes you were washing up, passing them down the production line lovingly to Chucho, who put them back in the cabinet. He was a sucker for your girlfriends, loved to make a fuss and cook for them and feel his heart soar when they insisted they wash up since he had made dinner. 

“It will be fun, niña,” he had echoed, trying not to laugh at the absolutely mortal look you’d sent his way when he adamantly took their side. 

“Don't you start,” you chided at him, silently loving the way the three of them had continued to work together over the years to force your best interests. “Has anyone ever had a good time at a high school reunion?” 

“Us!” implored Petra, gathering you into her arms to give you an overzealous squeeze, accidentally slapping you with the damp dish towel in the process. “We will! We’ll make it fun, I promise.” 

“Plus, you know Javi will be there. Which means he’ll want you there,” chimed in Mel with an evasive look on her face. 

You could hardly call the sentiment a low blow when it had been your calling card for mandatory attendance at almost any event since you were six years old. ‘Javi will be there’ had forced you to weddings, funerals, Sunday services, anniversary celebrations, and any number of other indiscriminately dreadful occasions that otherwise would have had you running for the hills. The bait of having your best friend in tow to get through whatever social occasion was calling for you was used flagrantly and in excess. And the worst part is, it worked every damn time. 

He was the rest of you, and everyone knew it. Javi, the one thing that always turned your head, especially as of late. 

You’d had a blissful year of it at twenty-three. After Fairfax, everything really had fallen into place. Once the parameters were set, there had been nothing holding either of you back. In the wake of the promise to avoid the tawdry specifications of commitment, the two of you had accidentally found yourselves permanently involved for the best part of a year, and then some. ‘Together until you said otherwise’ had been the unspoken rule as you left his dorm room, and the two of you had picked up the ball and ran with it. 

In spite of the absence of a verbal commitment to fidelity, you were both entirely aware of what had happened between the two of you; the slip, the gentle transition into something that could easily have been labelled if it had ever seen the light of day or the public eye. Despite the fact you’d never admitted it, you had been together, in some strange, unconventional way. Whatever ‘together’ really meant. 

It would be difficult to deny that this year had been a shock by comparison. 

As soon as Javi had graduated, things got a little more complex. Since the BNDD had been reincorporated in ‘73, DEA had always been his goal. Funding was way up, recruitment was heavily incentivised, and once he had found his route to the direct training programme, he well and truly had his sights set. 

A year of making it work and the blissful summer that followed had bled into an unusually tearful goodbye in the new year and six degrees of separation ever since. You went back to college for your post-grad, and Javi moved on-site to Quantico the first week in January. Heaven knows the man’s a trier.

It had been around six months since you’d been in the same place, perhaps the longest you’d ever gone without seeing his face. While the physical distance between you hadn’t changed since you started college, the separation had become more meaningful. It was hard. Harder than before. There was even more of him to miss in the intermediary. 

Your usual summer reprieve had been well and truly eliminated by his new work schedule, too. No six-week break, no unadulterated stretch of time together like last year and every year before it. No opportunity to play pretend over the long, hot, summer. The way you’d flitted in and out of one another’s lives throughout college had been more ideal than you’d let on, and the loss of it seemed to stir a strange premonition in your mind. You always knew it was going to be hard if you gave into it like this, even at twenty-one you had known that. But what you hadn’t foreseen then was the romantic chaos that followed, the reality of just how much you enjoyed sharing his life as well as his bed. 

‘You were an adult now, after all,’ you repeat in your mind. And with adulthood came a whole new plethora of adult problems. You tried not to dwell on it too much. Kicking the can had worked just fine for you so far. 

Despite his busy lifestyle, Chucho was adamant the prodigal son would be making an appearance for the event, even if he apparently hadn’t taken the time to RSVP Lorraine’s multiple committee invitations. And you’re sure your father is right - Javier Peña was never one to miss a get-together, especially not one that involved all of his ex-girlfriends being in the same place at the same time. It would be his sadistic idea of heaven; getting to be sweet as anything to all those girls, now that the amnesty of time had softened the blow of their residual heartbreaks. New and exciting, fresh off the press of his first year in training, he’d be a walking babe-magnet, leaving every twenty-something-year-old within a mile radius of his orbit yearning for a glance. 

So here you are, a week on from your kitchen inquisition, ready and waiting, as always, for the golden boy. 

And there he is, you drawl to yourself, as you watch him stride across the parking lot, Mel and Petra in tow, not a minute later. He must have offered them a lift in your absence, reluctantly accepting your explanation of coming straight to the event after seeing a friend. In reality, you’d just needed some space before this whole thing kicked off. The $10 in cab fare was worth the opportunity to stick your head out of the window for a few moments and take some deep breaths before putting your big girl pants on. 

You stub the cigarette under your sandal, quelling the small voice at the back of your mind that begs you to let it simmer and burn the whole place to the ground. 

This will be good for you, you resolve, throwing your head back and strutting towards the gym. You haven’t worked on yourself for all these years not to show it off to anyone that will pay attention. And they will pay attention. It worked just fine in Ann Arbour, so why not here?

Those bastards wouldn’t know what had hit them. 

Inside, everything is the same: the tiles, the walls, the smells. And just through those double doors, the people, too. 

You often wonder why stagnation has made you so uncomfortable your entire life. It’s not as if you longed for chaos, if anything having had far too much of it in your life to date. But the idea of staying stationary for too long had always made you feel uneasy. There were select home comforts that you held very close to your chest, but everything else in between just seemed to make you feel like you had a target on your back that said ‘things going too well: aim here’. While it didn’t seem to make too much of a difference day to day (you were clearly capable of forming long-term attachments, even proving your ability to commit to things that didn’t even make sense) you generally wrote it off as a utilitarian ability to not expect too much of a good thing. Or any thing for that matter. Another heartfelt gift from your parents.

Plus, the way you feel walking down the familiar hallways reminds you that that survival instinct might not necessarily be a bad one. It’s good to want to move forward, to want to leave behind the places that hurt you, and to recognise a threat when you see one, especially when it's wrapped up in sage green linoleum. 

Pausing at the doors to the gym, you offer yourself a final get-out-of-jail-free card. Namely: the fact you actually are an adult now, or so you keep saying, and can come and go as you damn well please. Just because you had to do what you were told the last time you were here, doesn’t mean the rules still apply. 

But at the very least, Javi is in there. Your Javi. The one thing that, ironically, in spite of innumerable material changes, stayed exactly the same in some indescribable way. And you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to see him for anything. Wild horses couldn't keep you away.

Mind made up, you hold your breath and open the double doors. 

The girls spot you immediately, giving you a comedic wolf whistle as you make your way across the cavernous space towards them, avoiding all extraneous eye contact as you hurry along. You feel thankful as they gather you up, tucking you into their circle and stoking your confidence with affectionate pats to your backside and gentle fingers pushing your hair from your face. One of them presses a plastic cup filled with god-knows-what firmly into your palm, and you don’t look to say thank you before you quickly take a long sip and wait for the acrid feeling to hit your stomach. God bless Chucho’s leftovers, the ultimate first step to lining your stomach. 

Mel, Petra, and Maya are surrounded by a number of extraneous people that you can just about recall from one class or another, but you admire the absolute sincerity with which you're unable to recognise maybe 60% of the people present. The school was big, but did they even go here? It’s amazing how this place felt like the edge of the universe when you were living in it, and now you couldn’t even tell one person you supposedly sat next to in Chemistry from another you were apparently partners with in gym.

You nod and smile in earnest, laughing at the right moments when the conversation dips and nodding along when someone mentions your name, but you find it surprisingly liberating to essentially feel like a stranger passing through. You recall your earlier observation; time heals all, if not most, wounds. As usual, the idea had been worse than the reality.

You see Javi following the next crowd in a few minutes later, presumably also having snuck off for a quiet smoke at some point before diving in, and clearly having found some friends in the process. Even from afar, you can see he crosses the room in broad strides that exude authority, smiling boldly and waving confidently as people call his name to say hi. This place was his bitch back in the day, and it was written all over his face. He may not have played football or performed exceptionally in his classes, but he was well-liked, and when it came down to being remembered, that was what really mattered. He'd been gone for less than a year and he was already as close as Laredo got to a local celebrity.

Once he’s finished saying his hellos, shaking hands, and kissing cheeks, you watch him turn to face the room. He’s searching you out, scanning the place for you the moment he’s got himself a drink, but can’t make you out through the crowd of women surrounding you. It gives you free leave to stand a stare, just a little. You and everyone else, apparently. 

“Javi looks good, you know,” sighs Maya, clearly spotting him from across the room.

“You shouldn’t say that. You’re engaged!” mumbles Petra, scolding her halfheartedly as he tries to cover her laughter with a cough. Five years later and Maya still said everything that was on her mind. You wished everyone was a bit more like her. “If you’re going to be inappropriate at least be subtle about it.” 

“Well, it’s true!” she quips back, unphased by the reprimand. “Look at him. He’s tasty. And if you disagree, you're lying. Even Bug would agree, and she’s like his sister.”

You baulk at the statement, feeling your eyes pop out of your head just a little.

The outward optics of your relationship with Javi had become a running joke between the two of you since things had kicked off last year, one that he was none too fond of when he spent most of the summer between your legs with his thumbs buried in your skin. It was a cheap jest that only earned you a pinch on the backside and usually another round of proving just how wrong that statement really was, but it made you laugh nonetheless. 

Hearing it from Maya was different though. It made you feel a bit green, but she did have a point; the line probably did look blurry from the outside in. It was a burden of your unconventional situation, and one that often begged a question the two of you went through great lengths to avoid answering: what would people think if they found out? 

Years of sneaking around had left you a practised hand but, as you’d surmised in Fairfax, it’s not like it had ever intentionally been a secret. It had just never crossed your mind to make it collective knowledge, either. Most of the time, it was too fleeting to even warrant putting it in a sentence. At the very least, Maya’s abrupt suggestion reassured the fact that public opinion was, as usual, none the wiser. For a town that loved to gossip, most people really had no idea what was going on behind closed doors. 

Except for Mel. Mel wasn’t like the others. She paid attention to everything, especially your soft spots. And he was your softest spot of all. You pretend not to notice her sideways glance from your left but, as usual, she lets it slide. If she wanted to comment, she would.

“It’s the training,” you add, trying to match the tone of the discussion. “He said it’s been intense. Lots of… heavy lifting.” 

“Well if I wasn’t otherwise involved, he could lift me any time. Every woman in this room is going to be looking at him twice tonight.”

You school the furrow in your brow yet again. Mel smirks.

Finally spying the line of women essentially checking him out from across the room, Javi, at last, catches your eye. He frowns, points, and shrugs huskily at you, a combination of gestures that depict a frustrated ‘Where have you been?’ You can see from the way he paces across the room that If it was acceptable to run to you, he would. 

“Thank god, there you are,” he husks, scooping you under his arm easily with his broad reach and yanking you aggressively to his side. The movement is full of energy that he’s trying to dissipate. If the circumstances were different he’d probably be throwing you over his shoulder right now, but instead, you see the way he’s directing it elsewhere, funnelling it into a more socially acceptable greeting. Instead of lifting you from the ground, he tucks you protectively, against him, something resembling a human shield, and presses a soft kiss to your temple. 

“Here I am,” you reply somewhat breathlessly, enjoying his immediate proximity for the first time in a long time. “Long time no see, Peña.”

“Peña? Am I in trouble?” He winks at you, his mood light and jovial, but the way he’s staring at you, into you, is mesmerising. You wish, crudely, that you were alone. 

“I’m not sure yet.” 

“Do I need to get another drink?”

“From the looks of things, you’re going to need one. I think it’s going to be a long evening.” 

“You’re telling me. Talk about leaving me to the dogs, I thought you’d bailed. I actually like most of the people here, but there are only so many times you can say you like the decorations. I had to go outside for a rest. Thankfully all the fun people still hang out by the back door.” 

“I guess some things never change.” 

“Ladies,” he nods at your friends, eventually acknowledging their presence after he’s given you a good look over to check that you’re generally still in one piece. 

His smile is sickly sweet as he waves them hello. You resist the urge to pinch his backside from your concealed position at his side, but can’t hide the face of mock disgust as they all chime ‘Hi Javi’, their voices bordering an octave higher than normal. If they kept it up, you weren’t going to be able to hold your tongue all night. Meanwhile, Javi was beaming like a slick git. 

Dipping in and out of the chatter with the others, the two of you string together a parallel conversation in hushed whispers and lowered tones. 

“You look good,” he husks, pressing another small kiss to your head.

“So do you.”

“Missed your face. And your ass. Is there going to be a reunion at this reunion?” 

You scoff at his blunt appraisal but revel in the openness of his intention. You’re glad six months hasn’t put him off, offered him up something else, something better. 

“You tell me. I’ve always followed your lead.”

He turns to you more obviously now, blocking the others from your conversation entirely. He couldn’t care less for the optics. “I hardly think that’s true, sweetheart.” 

“Really? You think I’m in control here?”

“I think neither of us is. At this point, I’m relying on manifest destiny.” 

“Interesting,” you whisper back lowly. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I think I’m making a conscious decision about my sex life.” 

“All I’m saying is there are about a hundred different places I’d love to run you ragged about this place. And if you thought I wouldn’t notice exactly which sundress you’re wearing, you’re sorely mistaken.”

You chuckle at his observation. The dress you’d been wearing that night he took you home after your date, the night that changed everything. 

“‘Sorely’,” you repeat back. “I think I like the idea of that.” 

So what if you’re not alone, it still always feels like you are. 

“So Javi, tell us. How are things?” pipes up Mel, drawing the two of you from the bubble you so often find yourselves in and offering you a line back to the real world. “You’re the talk of the town, as usual.”

He blushes slightly, but in reality, that must be his favourite question right now: ‘How are things at your dream job?’ Hearing him gush outwardly is simultaneously too sweet for words and a tad grating. How many times in one conversation can a man say ‘all in a day's work’? He’s made for the small talk as much as the role itself. But you can’t begrudge him his happiness. This is everything he’s ever wanted. You think.

When the niceties are all used up the conversation drifts. Eyes are caught across the room and the girls dissipate to chat with other people, something you have no desire to take part in. Finally left to your own devices, Javi ushers you over to the bleachers, and you take a seat next to him, as close as the circumstances allow. Thankfully, the two of you sitting side by side is nothing to warrant a second glance. 

“I’ve missed you. So much,” he huffs, the relief to finally speak freely weighing on his words. 

“Me too. It feels like it’s been forever, even for us,” you breach, choosing your words carefully. 

“We were spoiled last year, I think,” he grumbles in agreement. “It almost felt like… I don’t know.”

“Like we were together,” you fill in easily, wanting to say it. Wanting to acknowledge it, because it’s true. Or it was. You’re sure to keep your tone registered, non-committal, but you don’t think it has the desired effect. It’s loaded, and he knows it. The interaction was familiar but the circumstances were not. You hadn’t planned what this part was going to feel like; the first time after the last time. 

He seems stumped, but not offensively, as if he knows this isn’t the time to talk about it. “It was a very good run.” A non-commital reply. 

“Calling it a run implies that it’s over,” you can’t help but add, unable to meet his eye as you say it.

“Let’s not be hasty, I don’t think that’s what we agreed in Michigan.” 

“I have some news, though,” you pipe up, perhaps a tad obvious in your conversational retreat. “I think I’ve found a job I’d like to go for.” 

“Oh? That’s great. What is it?”

“Well, I can’t really say.” 

“What do you mean you can’t say?” he laughs, confused.

“It’s complicated,” you lilt, covering the small smile at the corner of your mouth. “We’ll call it a data protection issue.”

“What does that even mean? Are you going to be an agent or something?”

“Hah,” you breathe, again trying to remedy your tone. “More like PR, client work, that kind of thing. Just don’t get shirty if I start acting vaguely about it all. I think I’m going to go for it.”

“That’s different, for you, no?”

“Yes and no. Have you ever considered that maybe there are some things you don’t know about me?” The question comes out harder than you mean it to, your tone a bit too harsh to be fair. 

“No, actually,” he replies bluntly, and you hear that same restraint in his voice. “I don’t think I like the idea of it.”

“Well, a lot can change when you don’t see a person for six months.” 

And there it was, slipping loose in a single sentence. The way it always did with him, whether you liked it or not, the person you chose to share nearly everything with. He sighs quietly when he finally gets the gist of what he’s dealing with. Not only are you frustrated, but you’re talking about it, however unintentionally. Not a traditional combination for you.

“You know it’s not on purpose, sweetheart,” he begins, testing the water.  

“I know it’s not. I never said that.” 

His brows quirk, trying to hide his amusement. “Are you actually grumpy at me, or at the situation?”

You grouse at how directly he calls your bluff. “I’d like to say both, but it’s not true.”

“Well go on, out with it then. You’re sitting on the fence and you know it.” 

Rearing at the challenge, you let it out.

“I think you’re right, about us being spoilt. I was just enjoying it. It was a nice summer. A nice year, or two. I won’t say that I took it for granted, but I will say I was… pleasantly surprised. Maybe I had just assumed it would keep working. More than anything I’m just annoyed at myself for expecting anything different. I thought I knew better, but then I see you and…” You look across at him apologetically. “Nothing is simple when I actually see you. All my plans…” 

You hear him hum in some sort of reluctant approval when you can’t find the words, and when he doesn’t know how to respond either you decide to fill the gap with the question that’s been on your mind for months now. 

“Are we still on the same page? I just need to know. I worry sometimes that I’m a few chapters ahead, or that you’ve backpedalled. If there’s someone else-,”

“There is no one else,” he interrupts calmly, offering no room for negotiation. “It’s the same page. Just different books. In different places.” 

You feel a non-committal tap to your shoulder and find yourself turning your head before you can answer. 

“Lyle?” you blurt out, incapable of hiding the surprise in your tone. Lo and behold, towering over you is your old lab partner, beer in hand, staring down at you sheepishly. 

He nods at you politely, smiles, and offers a hand to Javi at your side. “Javier,” he states, his voice strong but perhaps a little nervous. 

“Lyle,” he mutters back in response, shaking his hand in return, hard. 

“How are you?” he asks, directing the question to your person but it’s Javi that interjects with the forced pleasantries. 

“Great thanks Lyle. And I can see you’re doing just fine. Long time no see.” 

“I was hoping to have a word, if you don’t mind?” he asks, trying again to direct his attention at you and you alone, this time stepping to your side to lean and catch your arm with his palm. 

“Actually, we were just about to head out for a smoke,” Javi cuts in, yet again. You flash your eyes at him widely, unable to hide the smirk that breaks your face. If he didn’t have that shit-eating grin plastered on his face, this interaction would be bordering offensive, but his overly-friendly persona is holding everything together by a comedic thread. 

“Right,” replies Lyle, clearly working hard to hide the obvious rejection. “Well I just wanted to say…” he turns to you entirely, doing whatever he can to cut Javi from the conversation with minimal success. “I wanted to apologise for the last time we saw each other. I think about more than you’d expect. I don’t really know why I acted that way if I’m being totally honest. It’s just what I thought boys were supposed to do, not really give a shit about anything. But I’m really sorry, I was an ass.” 

Both you and Javi gawk from your position on the stadium seating, your eyes wide with sympathetic surprise, Javi's narrowing suspiciously at the scene unfolding before him. The way he’s looming at the edge of the surprisingly heartfelt interaction is bordering comical. 

‘That’s… really kind of you, Lyle. I didn’t expect that from you, or anybody here tonight, actually.” 

“Well, I was young, and stupid. Easy enough to say in retrospect but it’s true. I just wanted you to know... I wouldn’t make that same mistake again.”

You see Javi try his hardest to school his features. He’s holding on to his smirk by a thread. You’re fighting for your life to remain calm and indisposed.

“Thanks, Lyle. I really appreciate it.”

“Not that you seem to need to hear that. You look great, really great. And I think everyone knows it,” he offers jokingly, opening up his stance to gesture to the familiar crowd of boys who are observing the interaction menacingly from the other side of the room. You try not to audibly gag as you watch them, watching you, but you suppose it was the effect you had been hoping for. They definitely had noticed.

“Well, that’s all," he sighs, clearly disappointed by the inopportune moment. "I’ll let you guys go now, you have a good night.”

“No seriously, Lyle,” calls Javi as the other man strides away. “Thank you.” Lyle nods back, clearly perplexed, perhaps on the border of understanding. Javi beams back insincerely, lifting his hand to wave, and then turns quickly to exit the room, pulling you in tow.  

“You just love to push your luck, don’t you?” you whisper when you catch him up, falling into step as you make your way toward the exit.

“It was funny. You know it was funny. Do you really think I’m not going to thank the guy? If not for him-,”

You turn quickly to catch him, stopping him cleanly in his path. 

“If not for him then what? Hm?”

He steps into you just as swiftly, filling your space, matching your energy faster than you can describe. 

“If not for him, then I’d never have had the opportunity to show you what a good time is supposed to look like.” 

“Oh 'a good time', is that what that was?”

“Too fucking right it was, fancy another one?” 

You beam up at him, and the way his face cracks into a smile when he stares down into you is enough to make your toes curl.

“You fucking bet I do.” 

He opens the door of the old truck, offering you a hand to let you perch on the rear passenger seat while he braces his arm against the roof to close the space around you. You watch the way he pulls the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, fobs the straight into his mouth, and lights it, all in one swift, practised movement. He couldn’t deny he’d picked up the dirty habit, but you’d struggle to say it didn’t make him look handsome. 

Since he’d first walked into the room you could see that everything about him carried a new air of maturity, control. He’d always held space in a casual sense, commanding the room or arranging the conversation easily, but it was something more than that now. His teenage confidence had transpired into effortless self-possession, and it fit him like a glove. If you were being unkind you’d compare it to when he’d received his hall monitor badge when he was nine, revelling in the recognition of being somebody important, someone to be listened to, however menial it may have been. But really, you couldn’t be happier for him. 

The root of his need to pursue something he deemed as 'worthwhile' would be lost to you still for a while yet, something he kept so closely guarded even you barely got more than a glimpse of it. You had your secrets, he was allowed his. But the fact that that need, that requirement, to prove himself was being satisfied one way or another was all that really mattered. And it was clearly paying off in other ways. He was thriving. With his leg propped against the doorframe, humming absentmindedly to himself, he was unapologetically himself, just as he always had been. But, for the first time in a long time, you could see he wasn’t questioning it. The self-imposed weight of expectation was lifted ever so slightly by the knowledge that he was exceeding expectations. He’d done exactly what everyone thought he would, and with that came a chance to bask in the glory of public approval.  

You reprimand yourself for coveting it: you couldn't wait to know what that felt like.  

As always, you just hoped that his idea of the ‘right thing’ was grounded somewhere secure; more a matter of proving something to himself than to everyone around him. Lamentably, you already knew that wasn’t true. 

He gives you a long look as he puffs away, regarding you, you know, with as much affectionate scrutiny as you’re giving him. The thought of him being able to take you apart in the same detail as you can him makes you feel both nauseous and overwhelmed with fondness. You wish for the hundredth time in your life that you could read his mind. 

“I knew I’d be here, but I didn’t expect you,” he eventually surmises, as if he’s only now thinking about it. “I thought you’d be well over this kind of stuff.”

“I am. There was a bit of arm twisting involved,” you laugh, thinking of the girls standing in the gym behind you. “If I’m being totally honest, I was banking on the fact you would be here. I’m running out of ways to coincidentally run into you on the basis of things like ‘sharing a home address’ or ‘religious holidays’. You’re an increasingly hard man to reach.” 

“I know,” he replies simply, “I’m sorry. I should have started with that when you brought it up. I knew it was going to be busy but I didn’t expect… It’s been longer than I wanted. If it's any consolation I’m not happy about it either. But I think it’s going to stay like this, at least for a while. But never say never.”

You absorb his upfront sincerity and swallow the urge to reply with something acidic and sarcastic. “I think you’re probably right. I don’t love it, but it is what it is. It’s just… difficult, after having it so good for so long. But I think you’d be more worried if I was loving your perpetual absence.”

He nods thoughtfully, absorbs your stance, chuckles at your inevitable quip. “Is it still hard? Being here?” he presses on. 

“Yes and no. For a while there I wasn’t really that affected. My parents are long gone. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. If anything, I’ve enjoyed the times that I have come home because I’m choosing to do it. But, yes, actual high school might be pushing the limit just a bit.” You’re amazed at how easily the words leave your own mouth. Only for him. “And you’re loving this, I assume?” you return. 

He tries to hide the quiet smirk that's drawn from being exposed so directly, but fails quickly. In the late afternoon light you notice the shadow of his stubble has become a permanent feature. It only adds to this new idea of him. 

“Yeah, a bit. I love it here, full stop. But since I’ve been gone I can’t shake the feeling that I’m taking a step away from the person I was here. There’s nothing worse than realising you peaked in high school.” 

“Javi,” you scoff, “you’re the last person I’d pin as having peaked in high school. Have you seen yourself? No one in that room can take their eyes off you. You’re fucking golden balls, just like always.”

“Coming from you,” he returns earnestly. “You really have no idea, do you?”

“What do you mean?” you mumble, flustering a bit as he takes a step closer to you, invading your space even further in the open door.  

“You’re beautiful, Bug. In spite of this place, you come in here and breeze through those doors like you own the place. And you’re not even trying. There’s nothing wrong with coming back here just to blow the doors off the place.” 

“I like the person you are now,” you offer in response to his earlier remark, lost for words at his overwhelming accolades.

“I like the person you are now, too. A lot.” 

“And if it’s any consolation, there’s one thing that will clearly never change. I’m pretty sure you’ve had those jeans since senior year.”

“Different jeans, same cut. Not my fault I got it right the first time. I've never heard you complain before.”

“I never said I was complaining,” you hum back warmly, smiling smugly as he closes the gap between you even further.  

Taking the final step, he leans down, ducking his head under the doorway of the cab to kiss you firmly. You’re living your life strung together by a golden thread of those kisses. You’d give anything for those kisses. 

“I’d like to see the look on Lyle’s face if he came out here right now,” he huffs teasingly. You feel the words against your skin as he pulls his mouth away just for a second to eek them out, unable to resist the opportunity. 

But you’re just as petty. 

“Kid sister?”

He sputters at your words as if he can taste them, pulling away quickly and frowning down at you thoughtfully in spite of your devilish grin. “You know I hate it,” he grovels, spanking your hip sharply with his fingertips before returning his face to your neck, brushing his stubble up and down the tender skin there. 

“I know. Maya brought it up. It just makes me laugh just how little idea people have of it.”

“Of what?”

“Of the fact we’ve been having incredible sex, at least semi-frequently, since we were twenty-something.” 

You swear he presses against you automatically at the open mention of your sex life. Acknowldgeing it out loud has always been a point of excitement for you both, driven by the lack of opporunuity to talk about it in any conventional sense. It was a flirtation with chance to speak about it frivolously. 

“I’ve been significantly missing that ‘incredible sex’ since I’ve been on base, you know.”

“How ever have you been coping?” you drawl back, batting your lashes at him. 

“Hand over fist. But it’s not the same without you whimpering in my ear,” he husks, pressing his cheek to yours to stream his words directly into you ear so that you can feel the full weight of them.

“I do not whimper.”

“Yes, you do, and it’s just about the best thing I’ve heard in my entire life. I love the way I get to see you turn to jelly, it’s kept me up at night for years.” 

Pressing his lips to yours again, he takes advantage of your position below him and pushes you playfully onto the backseat until you come flush with the worn leather. Without thought, you pull him with you, and he follows you down willingly, unhurried, adjusting himself gently to spread his board frame over the length of you. You love the size of him against you, the way he can pull you against him so easily with just the palm of his hand against the small of your waist. 

If you’d known this was how the evening was going to go, you wouldn’t have hesitated. What would the people say, you jibe in your own head. Getting caught making out in Javier Peña’s car, with Javier Peña. Now that would give them something to talk about. 

As if mirroring your thoughts, he ruts your body against him harder and brings his teeth down to catch your lower lip between his own. The biting. You had forgotten about the biting. 

“God I am unbelievably turned on right now, this is definitely some kind of reticent fantasy.” 

You moan against him, resisting the urge to egg him on any further. You didn’t want to give them too much to talk about. The sun hadn’t even set yet.

“We can’t fuck in the school parking lot.”

“Why not? I haven’t been caught before.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’re implying there,” you scoff in partially genuine disgust. Let’s just go somewhere,” you implore, getting surprisingly impatient as you tug and pull at his large frame, encouraging him to cover you entirely, pin you down, hide you away.  

“What? Home? At 9pm? Where Dad is?”

“Ngh,” you moan, stifling the truly libido-killing suggestion. You weren’t going back to shagging with your face in a pillow. Not when you’d had him exactly how you wanted him. Shoving him off you reluctantly, you push off the bench seat and move to the front passenger side. 

“Just get in and drive, I know a place.” 

Your recollection of the shrouded dirt path is surprisingly accurate as you direct Javi down a secluded turning off one of the old back roads. Considering you’d never made the journey in daylight, you admire how easily you can recall its location, recognising the abandoned call box and the wonky sign reading ‘private: keep out', still redundant as ever.

“How do you even know about this place?” queries Javi as he parks the truck off the track and looks at you suspiciously. 

“That’s for me to know,” you reply cooly, pretending not to look at him.  

“Tut tut.” 

Instead of rising to his teasing, you reach across the space for the buckle of his belt and tug unceremoniously. If you really were back here, sneaking away down a serupticious back road, you were throwing caution to the wind with absolute enthusiasm. 

“No more questions. Stop talking and help me get your cock out, Peña,” you huff as you crash your lips into his, this time with none of the censored reservations from the parking lot. You see his arousal flare immediately, unable to do anything but gape at your forward movements. When you continue to fumble hastily, he finally reads how intent you are on undressing him, and begins to help you with the zipper. 

“Undo your shirt,” you breathe as you pull the length of him unabashedly from the tight confines of the taut denim, “I want to see you.” 

“Jesus-,” he huffs, both at your words and your hands, unable to hide the shudder of his breath when you wrap your fingers around him. He follows suit and begins to undo the buttons, revealing his broad chest inch by inch until you’re greeted with the full view of his tight bare stomach and his hard length pressing against it. 

“Please tell me you’ve been this hard since you kissed me,” you moan, your tone glazed, unapologetic in how lovingly you’re staring down to admire the sight of him, tense and wanting in your small grip. 

It never failed you to amaze you, how lewd the sight of him laid out for you like this would always seem. It was the small part of your brain harrowing back to that first night, when everything was new and absurd and above all else, obscene. The part that says, even now, seeing him like this is so wrong it’s right. You’d never get over the fact you got to have him like this, tender and ripe and yours for the taking. He wanted you badly, in whatever form you came.

“I’ve been this hard since I saw you,” he breathes back, bringing his own hand to join yours around him, and fucking his hips up hard into the hold of your combined grip. 

You moan outright at the sight of it. He has one arm braced against the window, the other wrapped around your own as the two of you coax him intently.

Emboldened by the transparency of your mirrored enthusiasm, you bring your head down to join the fray, taking the ripe head of him in your mouth and feeling him continue to fuck up into you, through your hand and his, and against your tongue. He groans headily, and you feel his thighs tense under your palm as you steady yourself against him.

You feel no fear with him like this. His arousal is so clear, so plain in the palm of your hand, that you have nothing to question about yourself or him. You were allied in your emotions, in the way your feelings overwhelmed you both so easily, stolen but not lost in the give and take that you'd learned to find in one another. Having someone want you, crave you so desperately that you can only be lured further into that lurid space where lust takes over and nowt else matters is something you could happily chase for the rest of your life.

You longed to always feel this way; to be so sure of yourself that, no matter which way you stepped, you were going to be met with a firm hand and gentle praise.

“That’s it,” you murmur, never letting your lips leave the smooth swell of him as the two of you work together. “That’s it, you good boy.” 

“Fuck. Fuck- Get in the back, in the back,” he orders, flustered by your authority but unwilling to concede to it. When you try to continue with your movements, ignoring his instructions, he slaps your backside, grabs you by your waist, and pushes you through the gap in the central console. 

You gasp as he manhandles you into the back of the vehicle, surprisingly aroused by how easily he manages to put you off your course and place you somewhere else. You turn to sit on the back seat, flustered by the upheaval, to come to face him as he looks towards you from the driver's side. “But I want to-,” 

“I don’t care, you can take your time with me later. Would you just put your legs up so I can get between them, please?”

You eyeball him deeply, equal parts frustration and arousal. But he knows you love it when he talks. And he knows you can’t say no to him when he does. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” he growls.

Using what little restraint you have left to call his bluff, you spread your legs from your position on the back seat, bringing one knee to your chest and the other so that your foot comes to rest on the headrest in front. You see his lips form a tight line, while yours upend into a smug smile. 

“Bug,” he stutters, hands coming to grip the back of the seat as he swallows hard. “Where’s your underwear?”

“In my purse,” you reply coolly. 

“How long have they been in your purse?”

“Since I saw you in the parking lot. Call it… what did you say? Manifesting.” 

“Call it- fuck-,” he breathes, and throws himself over the centre control to the backseat to join you. Pressing you back down to where he had you earlier, your back flush against the bench seat, he brings his knuckles up between your legs to brush harshly against you, totally exposed and waiting for him.

“God, I love-,” he sighs, unable to finish his sentence when he feels the slick touch of you against him. “There’s no way you can tell me you don’t enjoy these run-ins being in weird places. You’re soaked.”

“I never said I didn’t like the weird places,” you groan, cupping him with just as much zeal as he arranges himself against you. 

“No, you’re right. You didn’t have to, the answer’s all over my fingers.” 

The benefit of this being a repeat affair is the familiarity of it all. But with the time apart, you can sense it’s like a game. He’s always loved to show off, loved that he’s the root cause of nearly everything you know about sex and what you like about it. He knows your best and worst spots, your favourite things, the ones that drive you wild. And now, given the chance, he wastes no time in stringing them all together. As if on queue, he bites down on your throat, and presses his fingers, hard, up and into you. 

And was right, before; you do whimper. 

“'Some things never change',” he breathes smugly into your shoulder as he pushes his fingers into you at a dominating pace. 

You retaliate, tucking your ankles around the back of his waist to draw him closer against you. You know he loves to feel you, loves to be so close against you that there’s not even an inch to spare. 

“You want to play that game?” you raise. 

“We already are,” he returns. 

He pulls you apart with his fingers easily, taking advantage of your worked-up state to bypass your usual anxieities. You’re too far gone to care anyway, too engrossed by having his attentions focused on you in the confines of the tight space, knowing you’re meant to be somewhere else doing something altogether more appropriate.

Revelling in your spaced-out gaze, he sits up between your legs and shrugs the open shirt off his shoulders, his eyes never leaving yours as he does it. The sight of him towering over you, levis around his knees, torso bare and gleaming and golden with the heat of the small space, makes you draw your legs together with a sigh.

“Bend over,” he huffs, balling the shirt and throwing it to the floor.

“Make me.”

The attitude rises, and the two of you smile satisfyingly at one another. 

“Suit yourself.” 

A large palm grips at your thigh, the other at your hip, and Javi flips you onto your front in a surprisingly swift movement. You had joked about the training, but he was strong, noticeably so, and the feeling of him easily arranging you exactly where he wanted you made your head spin. You could give in to it if you let yourself, let him have you and take you however you wanted. You could go limp and fragile under his touch and surrender, totally. That would be a big step, the final one, even.

Not yet, you resolve.

Instead, you work with him, and as he crowds over you, you bend your knees and manoeuvre yourself into place underneath him. He holds you tightly as you arch your back, steady yourself, and bring your backside up to rest against his hard length. He pushes the straps of your dress from your shoulders and pulls the slick fabric down over your chest, and up over your ass, leaving you exposed, and him free to finally run himself against you, painstakingly slowly.  

Running his stubble across your bare back to bring his face to your ear, he wraps his arms around you, and asks the final question. “Do you want it?” It’s sultry and tedious, a totally unnecessary mockery as he holds you at the end of a thread. “Tell me you want it, and I’ll give it to you.”

You shift against him, causing him to pull through your folds, and both of you to sigh frustratedly. 

“If you don’t-,” you start to threaten, but before you can even finish the sentence he pushes into you and bottoms out in one easy movement. You feel him in your belly and somehow, despite the heat, still manage to blush.

“Oh fine, you’ve convinced me.” 

He takes you hard and fast and with a devastating precision that can only be admired given the limited surroundings. Using his tight grip on your hips, he thrusts against you viciously, leaving no room to slack once he hears your enthusiastic murmurs. He loved to prove it to himself, even now; loved to know that you loved it. 

"Fuck," you squeal as the skin begins to slap and you find yourself focusing on the sounds around you, wet and crude and immeasurably exciting given the absurd location.

"Fuck, yes," he corrects, forever intolerable, even at the height of passion.

His voice brings you back to him, back to the person you have holding you tightly, tenderly, even as he attempts to break you to pieces. There was nothing like this, nothing as visceral and beautiful as the way he held you close while he took you apart. It was different, he was different, yes, but exquisitely so. Every time you wish things would stay the same, you eat your words. Every time he offers you something more. You'd be a fool not to take it.

As you start to retaliate, throwing your hips back to meet every one of his hard thrusts, you feel the telltale sign of him gripping the fold of your hips, trying to focus his mind as he gets close. 

“You know,” you tease between your own shaking breaths, “if you come, it’s game over. But I can keep going.”

“Just because I come doesn’t mean I’m finished,” he replies through gritted teeth, deciding to slap his hips into you harder, faster. “It just gives you something to clean up.” 

Caught out as always by the effortless filth that pours from his mouth, you wail, and curse yourself for it. 

“That’s it,” he hisses, entirely too pleased by finally getting you exactly where he wants you, noisy and pliant. “Take it. Take. It.” His words are punctuated by his thrusts, which in turn are met every time with your own. “You looked so good, shame you’re going to go back in there all messy.” His words are losing their punch as he gets closer and closer to his limit, but the breathy moans that replace his authoritarian tone just make the feeling that much sweeter.  

“Maybe they’ll know. Maybe they’ll know exactly why,” you keen back, desperate to push him over the edge the same way he does with you.

“As they should,” he finally growls, and you feel him bend, break, and pull out sharply to spill over the sight of you. His hand never leaves your side, not even for a second. "As. They. Should.”

“Tonight. Wait until two, then come and see me. If you can walk that far.” 

That’s what he’d said to you as you both sidled back to the gym as if nothing had happened.

You’d baulked at his audacious words, spoken so freely in the open space, but even then already felt the familiar pull in your belly only moments after getting what you’d wanted. If you thought you craved him before, this new Javi, the adult one, was something else. The trip in the car was... sultry, grown up. You’d go anywhere he told you to. Not that he needed to know that. 

He breezes past you, glancing calmly over his shoulder as re-enters the main hall. You take a moment, forever academic in your administration, to let him reintegrate into the crowd before you follow, smoothing your crumpled dress over your thighs as you wait.

Once a year, to twice a year, to whenever you could manage it; this arrangement had gone from seemingly neat and tidy to a logistical and emotional rollercoaster.

But when brush your fingers over the tender split in your bottom lip, the place where his teeth had been, you resolve that you had got it right after the storm: it was worth the hassle. Enough to get you out of bed at two in the morning, at least, and have you creeping down the hallway of your own house like a cat burglar. Your feelings had never been simpler, plainer, your passion growing unashamedly year-on-year with ever-less to hold you back.

What was getting harder, though, were the choices. For you, at least, the stakes had never been higher.

In the back of your mind, you knew it was eventually going to be him, or you, or neither. A situation didn’t exist where you both got what you needed from yourselves, whilst still getting it from each other.

You’d made him promise not to compromise for that exact reason; you would never be the thing to keep him from what he needs by offering him something that he wants. Six months was a long time. And he was right, it was only going to get longer. At the end of this year, you were going to have to choose for yourself what you wanted and where to go. And you already knew it couldn’t with be him, not in the way that meant you got both. 

It was doomed from the start, one way or another. You always knew that. But you didn't care. Nothing worth having ever came without a fight. You knew that better than anyone.

For now, there was one more night where you didn’t need to think about it. Where, in quiet serendipity, you could just be exactly what the other needed, one day at a time. 

A/N: The ‘agreement in Michigan’ that Javi refers to and the 'promise not to compromise' that Bug ends with will be explained in the interlude Solicitation.

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[jazzyrazzy157]

Genesis Bio + (New HC!!)

(Warring: Childhood Neglect (in Bio) and A lot of swearing (the swearing is because of me, sorry?!)

Bio: She in my mind is she the complete opposite to her sibling “Snowflake” and One of the richest people in Cleveland and with all that money and higher power because of her dad she became completely delusional with how the world works and is just a outright narcissistic, selfish, and greedy person who is not a villain but I think she will meets and interact with The Knd and Evil Adults multiple time and her dynamic with them is mostly one sided and not even a friendship at all.

(Insert Spoilers)

But as for her relationship with her family, her mom and dad got a divorce and she rarely ever see her and maybe there a part of her who wants to meet her and bond hinting to her secretly wants her family to be together again but hid it with her mean personality traits and as for her father I mostly blame him for how his daughter turned out with him being outright negligent and indulging with her habits of using his money for expensive stuff and being just a jerk to others and now with Snowflake it’s mostly or the only bond that she have that not riddled with one sided relationships or nothing at all because it’s mostly a character development for mostly her but for both of them with their childhood and relationship with the town and all of the bad shit crazy stuff that happened and also to how greedy and corrupt Snow’s family have become since they left after their divorce with a certain flaming torch

And finally to her future I think in my mind she would finally take shit seriously and began to be to put her life back together, decided to study in politics but as her role in the story after her arc ended is mostly as cameos or something to do with Snowflake or important stuff

In my HC, I want to give her a more of an open ended to her arc, will this excuse her bad behavior and how do you treated others in the past, No. But is a beginning steps for her to grow to be a better person, Only time will tell…

Playlist Time!!! ((I don’t own the songs))

Fancy (Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX)

What the World Need (Tiffany Tatreau) (from the Broadway Musical “Ride the Cyclone”)

Candy Store (Jessica Keenan Wynn) (from the Broadway Musical “Heathers”)

Primadonna (MARINA)

When I Rule The World (LIZ)

When I Grow Up (The Pussycat Dolls)

Rich Girl (Gwen Stefani and Eve)

7 Rings (Ariana Grande)

Too Cool (Meaghan Martin) (From Disney’s Camp Rock)

Therefore I Am (Billie Eilish)

Insincerity Yours (Lily Allen)

Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better) (Bernadetta Peters and Tom Wopat) (from the Musical “Annie Get your Gun”)

Perfect isn’t Easy (Bette Midler) (Song from Disney’s Oliver and Company)

#codename kids next door #knd #knd oc #oc playlist

[linelpisffxiv]

So, the XIV men in the tournament:

Varis - Has canonically fucked at least once, given he has a son. Is a garbage man who is one of a few I don’t think any fan of the game wants to fuck

Cid G - Unknown if he fucks. Parts of canon insist he keeps divorcing this other guy we know. A side character who is generally well liked, but I don’t think Popular is a word I would give him. I would put upper mid tier in terms of popularity. Most would vote for someone else in the franchise before him, but few would actively vote against him. (It's me, I'm the few. But I know my hatred is not shared)

Urianger: Nerd. Had a potential girlfriend and has a maybe boyfriend. Speaks in Early Modern English. Was kind of present but not really remarkable until the third expac, where he threw off his clunky robes for sexy ones. Generally well-liked, with a mild to moderate sized base of headcanoned relationships, though he’s more usually shipped with one of two other characters (or both). Fandom is generally friendly with Thancred's, in part because of shipping, but also becuase they're coworkers. There's some who dislike him becuase he is capable of deceit, even though he tries to do it only for the greater good, and is trying to kick the habit.

Emet-Selch - Has canonically fucked at least twice, given he is Varis’s grandfather and has another son who was alive who warred with Varis over the throne. Is one of the powerhouse characters of fandom, and a very popular villain. Has a decent hatedom as well because he has some very good reasons to be ("I don't see you as alive, ergo it would not be murder if I kill you. But Moral Relativism and all that.") There are people who would counterpick to get him out, but I don't think there's really an organized one, just able to be found here and there. His fandom is generally friendly with many other in-game villains (His great-Grandson Zenos, his associates Lahabrea and Elidibus, his lost friend Hythlodaeus who isn't a villain, just a dead neutral party who's a troll)

X’rhun Tia: fact: Tia isn’t his last name. He doesn’t have one. Tia is a clan indicator of non-leader/breeding male status. Doesn’t mean he hasn’t fucked, but definitely that he doesn’t with purpose. Has a cameo in msq in the background, but otherwise is side-content. Generally well-liked by people who’ve read the text of the Red Mage quest chains, but I only know one or two who have him dating their WoL. People would probably vote against him if they don't know much about the RDM questline, and even some who do.

Godbert: Has canonically fucked at least once, unless Mandervilles reproduce some other way. Primarily relegated to the comedy side quest about his son, but had shown up in MSQ as a sensible person. Very rich. I’m not big on the quests, but I am very much in the minority here. Also owns a casino.

Haurchefant: In Japanese, at least really wants to fuck. Got tamed down in English (And to a lesser extent French and German) translations cuz we don't do the pervert-with-charm trope anymore. Is the bastard son of one of the four “secular” leaders of the very religious elf city that’s been in a thousand year war with dragons. A character of decent to major importance, and is a very well-liked character who frequently tops lists of favorites despite dying halfway through the first Expac (we are on the fourth, and they are all 20+ hour games in and of themselves). Doesn't really have an active hatedom to my knowledge. And more a chill fandom who pops out of the woodworks now and then. Fans focused on him are friendly with Aymeric, Estinien, and G'raha due to similar tropes/story overlap with them.

Aymeric: The Elf pope’s Bastard son who was secretly given to a childless low-ranked noble family. Was the head of the army when we meet him, but after we killed his dad, he created a republic. Is very well liked and a frequent choice of spouse in headcanon. He also is quietly into the PC if you read into some statements a little. Again, I can't think of much of a hatedom on the character, and again, many friendly sub-fandoms with him.

G’raha Tia: See X’rhun for fucking status of his name. A minor character when introduced in a side quest. Had a bratty personality but stepped up and was thought to be never seen again. Until he got promoted to major character. His devotion to the PC quickly had a sizable chunk of the player base return the favor. However, his devotion can be seen as too much and has a sizeable hate-dom well, though not as large as the fans. Fans are admittedly loud and obnoxious and live up to XIV evangelism memes, myself included. Also the community is extremely close knit and there’s a handful of big names that can cause accidental brigading of stuff. His fandom is close to the three Ishgardians, though not as much a circle as the three Ishgardian boyfriends' are to each other. It's often on its own as well.

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in May 👁‍🗨 2022 - Cancer

Whole of their energy towards Cancer: The High Priestess

This person is heartbroken. Healing, but heartbroken, this could be a whole family unit that’s broken up, possibly even legally divorced with Justice showing up, or you could have kids together. Definitely an ex. They’re manifesting something secretly, quietly. They could still be in the dark about you, or feel that way, but their intuition has told them enough. They’re very disappointed with how this turned out, that you two aren’t speaking and aren’t together anymore. It looks like hidden matters brought this all about in the first place.

Feelings: 3 Swords rev

This shows 3 Swords happened in the first place, some third party caused problems in the relationship, in the past. They’re healing from it, but with Queen of Swords rev clarifying, they are pissed off and bitter about it. If you do talk to them, they’re not very kind, and they will have no problem ripping your head right off of your body with that energy. They blame you for everything, the disconnect between you, and they’re extremely cold in their feelings. Could be an air sign or just a bitter one 😬

Intentions: 9 Wands & 10 Cups

This can be the two of you having a family together, and they have to keep fighting and hold it together, even being wounded, because they have to interact with you on a parent level. They intend to do what they have to do, but otherwise there is no communication and they intend on taking the time they need in order to heal their heart. If there are no children, this person saw & felt 10 Cups with you, and that’s what’s hurt them so badly. If this is an argument or a current situation with 3 Swords, they may not have given up entirely. They’ve gone through hell, but it’s a 9, not a 10. At least in their intentions, they don’t really want it to be over.

Actions: The Hanged Man

Clarified by The Star, they have no intention of coming around, speaking, interacting at all. They’re simply trying to gain perspective and heal from this tragedy. 10 Pentacles rev with Justice shows that this can be a broken family, not just a relationship, and may be an actual divorce. There is a lot of pain in this person, and if there are kids, there’s a lot of pain in them too. Any communication that is forced is either going to be straight and to the point, or harsh & cutting, this person wants nothing to do with speaking or interacting except where it’s necessary. Be mindful, it’s because they’re hurt, and fighting will get you nowhere fast with the energy they’re in.

Side story: If none of that applies, this person may be going through deep family sadness, possibly a death, divorce, or a sickness in the family, and they’re confused how this came to be in the first place or whether someone will get better. They’re being strong for their family because they have to be, and they’re hiding their pain and putting on a brave face. They’re hanging on to hope as best as they can. If this is your person, they need a friend or support 💙

Hidden Messages:

- Combined families

- I hate the way things ended between us.

Possible signs:

Gemini, Libra, Pisces, Cancer, Virgo & Sagittarius

If you’re dealing with:

8 Cups shows you powerless and helpless to affect or change some of the situations and social challenges you find yourself up against. You could feel trapped & bound in some way, like others are forcing your hand or imposing their will on you. You may not be being honest about your feelings. You could be keeping yourself stuck in a situation that doesn’t make you happy, for the sake of others as well.

Aries - has feelings for you but isn’t doing anything about it

Taurus - knows the two of you can manifest something amazing together, but is very cautious and defensive when it comes to you

Gemini - could be losing their job, or a lot of money, their stability is being affected badly, I don’t know if that pertains to you at all

Cancer - says they’re leaving but isn’t actually going anywhere...wasn’t it Cancer that had this same message for another sign? I don’t remember which, but they’re full of bologna, they’re not leaving.

Leo - disappointed but deeply committed to you, or they’re empathetic about your situation

Virgo - a truth & logical decision being made is a burden to them

Libra - lying about being happy

Scorpio - very stable, secure, wants to plan for the future with you, you two have it all ❤️

Sagittarius - greedy & possessive over secrets or narrow minded and jealous because of secrets...could be that way in general, and you’re not aware of it, or it’s involving you somehow

Capricorn - passionate, determined, ambitious, charismatic and feels they’re making the right decisions in this relationship or situation

Aquarius - fantasizing about happiness or has a lot of options and all of them make them happy, if you’re picking something out together, like idk a couch, you’re going to have to be the one to decide 😆

Pisces - feels you’ve rushed into their lives with passion & fuckery and rushed back out, now they’re sad 😞

#cancer tarot reading #person on your mind #May 2022 #cancer #tarot

[thevillainswhore]

Hello, my lovelies! Welcome to my masterlist! I’m so happy to have you here. I hope you enjoy your time and I encourage any questions or requests. Happy reading, love Mollie 🤍

Fic Key:

☁️ fluff, 🔥 smut, 💔 angst, 🖤 dark

Please take care to read all warnings on my fics — they have been labelled for a reason. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Oneshots:

A Forbidden Invitation 🔥

You think a one night stand from the summer, the best fuck of your life, is a done deal — a single, heated encounter that now lives vividly in your memories. But you learn that your actions have consequences when you befriend a new student, starting in the new term, and she invites you over to meet her Dad. (11.5k)

You Look Good On Camera, Baby 🔥

Bucky’s not letting you leave the photobooth, not until he’s had his way with you. (2.8k)

The Ties That Bind Us 🔥

Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date. (5.7k words)

Read Between The Lines ☁️

There shouldn’t have been anything unusual about your routine visit to the local bookstore. Your life was simple and mundane, even if you were a daydreamer at heart. But you were pleasantly surprised when this time you met a handsome stranger between the shelves. (6.6k words)

Spoiled And Stuffed 🔥

Bucky surprises you with a gift on your birthday. (2.6k words)

Tension 🔥

You’re devastated when your usual massage therapist becomes unavailable at the last minute, but an unexpected trainee is more than happy to handle you. (4.2k words)

Perverse Desires 🔥

Assigned an undercover mission, you’re partnered up with the bane of your existence, Bucky, to pay a visit to a sex club. What could go wrong? (4k words)

Anywhere Away With You ☁️🔥💔

Old ghosts from your past threaten to disturb the peace you’ve made with your new life. Will temptation steer you away? (11k words)

Series:

New Tricks ☁️🔥

An alternate universe starring two college students; Bucky, the star football player and Buttercup, his best friend’s little sister. Follow their main journey together as they learn their mutual pining isn’t one sided after all through an array of firsts. (30k)

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You 🖤🔥

Bucky, the IT and technology expert of your office, has been secretly obsessed since the moment he set his sights on sensitive, naive, little you. But, your only fault is your repetitive ability to get your heartbroken by fuck boys. So, naturally, he has to do whatever it takes to make you see he’s perfect for you… Right?

Drabbles:

Lumberjack!Bucky prompt ☁️

Oneshots:

A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing 🖤

It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you. (2.6k words)

Graphics by @rookthorne 🤍

[renatedagmarmilada]

Given the Queen's Pardon!

I quote someone ‘testing’ us from the permanent answerer set up ‘The Royal Prince has built his happiness on the misery of loyal citizens putting my sweet lady on an experimental programme along with us.’

The lab with no ethics used remote for years and years irrespective of pain and anguish on all its victims ‘We know what they use used in Mental Homes for long now.’

As some had already been perfected Stateside Vance and Ford can testify the reason is unclear except sadism after years of use on us without need they also used it on the Royals.

There was one who could testify one who might talk having been caught so the technical prison continued and extra pressure begun.

Pressure as never before Pressure of every kind Pressure untried and unknown Pressure unimaginable and continuous

From where we come from if you sit quiet and say nought they leave you alone I sat quiet and said nought my sin I fear Secrets so dark should be told.

My question is did he know? they say he did and all of them He certainly isn’t stopping them or was it the Keepers of the Crown?

The rogue lab with no ethics is all powerful using any methods Hommerton Hospital and Guys lots of people know some guess none dare say as prison awaits.

Yet the pressure goes on ‘They want you to die of medical causes’ so they press organs and weaken and Lynne says she cannot talk as she tortures for another day We’re hardening her arteries artificially ignore all pain and anguish L.A. showed us how

She’ll just have a seizure one day and that will be that (She is me by the way) Her mother is ninety and well we can’t have her living that long and telling our criminal deeds to them all the way.

Their Dr Meyer thought of that one for me I remember his exact words that’ll harden her arteries I promise you totally irreversible You see it won’t be seen as murder and the pain they inflict daily no one feels but me. I’m a problem as I don’t smoke or drink eat sensibly, paint and write poetry! but it is a terrifying way to have to live.

‘They train their students on us and this vicious programme Not one is fit to practice even with double firsts.’ Weights and Measures would verify They train them to become silent criminals just as in that war we all fought telling them all Deny everything.

‘In such disturbed conditions everyone is liable to look to their own ambitions even as they set out secure kingdoms for themselves rather than use their energies to support good.’

Is that the reason or is it merely continued gross misconduct they have got away with for so long which would rock the government old boys who like things as they are regardless that the good suffer.

Now they even meddle in sport not only nature and populations. There are better ways to achieve what they are doing so secretly. Every nation has a dark side We had not known theirs had not even guessed it because they are more secretive than anything we had ever known even back there.

..and what the heck is Lord Snowdon supposed to do with my work presented him by the lab amongst all the others for which they were divorced and he is to be Tated or is that yet another secret ‘keep it from the prime Minister!’ by the all powerful lab.

Very, very bad science!

[aliekot]

4 Reasons Why Balding Doesn't Matter

You know that feeling when a friend reveals they’ve got a secret from you? You dread to hear what it might be, and your mind races through every possible scenario. It could be anything: something really bad like them being on the brink of divorce, or just something weird like them secretly liking Nickelback. Worst of all, it could be something so embarrassing that your friendship will never be the same. For example, the moment when your friend confesses they’re going bald! However, while some men freak out at the thought of losing their hair and do everything they can think of to stop it happening (from strange remedies involving raw eggs and mayonnaise to more conventional measures like expensive bespoke headgear), others seem not to care one jot. So why don’t more men feel this way? Here are 4 reasons why balding doesn't matter and use head shaver Groomie:

It’s a natural part of life A lot of men are brought up to believe that their hair is a sign of their virility and masculinity, which is why so many guys feel insecure about their hairline as they get older. But remember, hair loss is a natural part of ageing that affects the vast majority of men: around 85% of men will experience some degree of hair loss by the time they turn 50, and two-thirds will experience hair loss by the time they’re 70. It’s also something that has been with us throughout history. The Roman emperor Caligula, notorious for his cruelty, had no hair on his head. Shakespeare’s Henry V is often depicted with a shaved head, while some ancient cultures even practised hair removal as an initiation rite, both as a sign of manhood and as a form of humiliation.

Confidence is more important One of the most important lessons you’ll learn in your life is that physical attractiveness is not as important as you might think. As we get older, we’ve got to learn to focus on other things: like being happy in your own skin, being comfortable in your own company, having a good sense of humour, being ambitious and driven, and just being a good person. Focusing on your hair is just one way of diverting your attention from what matters in life. Once you stop worrying about your hair, you’ll have more time to concentrate on more important matters, like your career, your relationships, and just making the most of your life.

It can be an opportunity to shake up your look When you were young, you were likely to have been one of the best-looking guys in your social circle. But as you get older, you’re likely to find yourself surrounded by younger, more attractive people. But being surrounded by better-looking people doesn’t have to be a bad thing: it can be an opportunity to try something different. Cutting or shaving off your hair can be a great way to stand out from the crowd and make a bold statement. Whether you choose to chop your hair into a shaved head, go for a high and tight, or grow out a buzz cut, you’ll have the opportunity to try something new and exciting.

A shaved head can be stylish and masculine If someone tells you that a shaved head isn’t masculine or stylish then they’re almost certainly wrong! Using head shaver Groomie will make one of the most masculine hairstyles you can choose. It can be sleek and sophisticated, edgy and powerful, or even just a little bit rugged! And even though the stereotypical shaved head is usually associated with balding, there’s no reason why you have to shave your head if you’re worried about your hairline. You can choose any haircut you like, whether it’s a short back and sides with a long top, a number 2 cut, or even a classic man bun.

Conclusion Once you’ve grown out your hair, you can’t put the genie back in the bottle. So if you’re worried about your hairline, why not just shave your head while you still can? You can always grow your hair again at a later date, but once you’ve got the bald look, there’s no going back. And if you’ve always been curious about what it would be like to have a shaved head, but you’ve never had the courage to go for it, why not make the New Year your time to make a change? Shave your head with head shaver Groomie and you’ll have a whole new lease of life: you’ll have a whole new look, and you’ll be able to start the New Year as a completely new person.

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