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Elita: Guy and I hit the street. It was a nice enough day and we walked. It was good to get out and get fresh air.

Elita: Dad slammed the door on us pretty hard.

Guy: Been a while since I’ve had one of those… he’s right though, about me, about you. About it all. What the hell have we been doing? Are we really like this? Am I some swaggering egomaniac only concerned with self gratification? Are you a creature of darkness?

Elita: No but, things have been crazy since the space station. Worse than normal. 

Guy: I know. I feel like I’m some kind of madman. And you, you feel like you’re so confused and lost. It’s like we’re causing each other to fuck up.

Elita: Yes! Yes! I feel that, now you say it out loud it makes sense. Like why I screwed that young lad in a barn when I visited John!

Guy: You screwed one of John’s neighbours?!

Elita: Oh, like you can talk! 

****

Guy: I’m just saying he’s right we need to reign it in and stop being so damned stupid. 

Elita: does that… are you saying we need to stay away from each other?

Guy: No, but we do need to improve. Don’t we? Do better. What about this vampire?

Elita: Ah he’s old, like, properly old. I thought he was nice… but…

Guy: But you do have doubts. 

Elita: Wouldn’t you? I don’t know, I guess I figured I was being stupid or naive but, this doubt felt so powerful like real. Becoming like Judith is literally my worst nightmare. I don’t want that to happen to me. 

Guy: It won’t. You’re a lot different to Judith. And it doesn’t matter, part human, part vampire… you’re all Robinson, and you belong with us. Not with some fanged fucker.  

Elita: You’re right. Besides, mom needs help now with Tiberius so no more sneaking about. Besides it's kind of gross, he’s ancient and I’m… not. No more Ambrose. I mean it. Genuinely. 

Guy: And no more bar room brawls for me.

****

Elita: This felt pretty constructive! Right, let's go back and grab that coffee. Oh! Am I still cool to move in with you for university?

Guy: Of course.

Elita: I won’t get in the way of you and your mystery girlfriend?

Guy: Maybe a bit, you might have to wear ear guards though.

Elita: Eww, no… shut up, that’s crossing a line Guy.

Guy: heheheh Sorry. 

Elita: Yeah I hear the word, but I’m not convinced of the sincerity! 

Guy: Hey I’m letting your ass live with me aren’t I?

Elita: Yeah. This is gonna be awesome!

Guy: It will be I think. I’ll have to introduce you to DC too.

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Elita: There isn’t one. Um… it's not Eel I’m sneaking about with. 

Bob: Then who?

Elita: …

Guy: It’s a vampire.

Elita: Damn that connection I thought. The closer we are, the more acute it is.

Bob: A what?!

Elita: It’s not like that I swear, he’s nice… I think… and I’m a vampire thing too so I just wanted to have a friend, one of my kind.

Elita: My dad spoke low, all the fury melted out of his voice. It was instantly replaced by worry. 

Bob: Please Elita… no… not this. You’re not one of them, you can’t be. I know your mom was and she was good, and she gave us you and I will be forever in her debt for this but my darling girl I don’t want to lose you, like we did Judith. Please don’t continue this. Elita, I am begging you not to do this. Please. 

****

Elita: Dad, Ambrose doesn’t want to hurt anybody he assured me…

Bob: Vampires lie and trick people, it’s how they are Elita. You are not like them, you're good and you’re kind and you have love in your heart. Which is why I am pleading with you to keep away from them. Your mother didn't even want you mixing with vampires, she did her best to hide you from them. She had good reason to. 

Guy: He’s right Elita. Something’s not right, and you feel it too, every time you’re near him… I feel it, doubt. You have doubts. Trust your instincts. If they tell you doubt then, believe them.

Elita: For a moment Guy and Dad were as one. It was funny how my father went from furious to begging in a matter of moments, the fear in his eyes was genuine. There was one thing the “lion of space” was afraid of, it was losing those closest to him. 

Elita: But, why would he do this? I… don’t understand, you haven’t met him. He…

Guy: Then why do you doubt him?

Elita: I don’t… I don’t know. Maybe anxiety? 

Guy: Dad, put the coffee on, me and Leet need to take a walk and I’ll bring her back in a sec. Lets just get some air huh and all cool down.

****

Bob: Yeah. Let's do that, that’s… I think there’s been enough unpleasantness now. I um… I love you both. I just don’t want to see anything wrong happen to you, ok.

Elita: Dad took me into a hug and then Guy hugged both of us at the same time.

Bob: Decaf of caf?

Elita: Decaf? Don’t let Mom hear that, you’ll give her a heart attack! 

Elita: Dad smiled. I really did think of Lyra as a mom to me. She didn’t give birth to me, I know, but I felt a more spiritual connection to Lyra than Kyleigh. I loved them both as mothers, but for different reasons I think. Anyway… Guy and I took off for a walk after Dad’s chuckle about the coffee. Never end a heated discussion on a negative, guys. It ain’t worth it. 

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Elita: Guy groaned and rolled his eyes, I really wasn’t feeling brave enough to utilise the infamous sass mouth. Dad rarely lost his temper, but right now, he was pretty annoyed. I was begging Guy mentally to just shut up and take it.

Guy: There’s more?! Jeeze, you rehearse this?

Bob: Spare me your witty retorts, I’m not interested. 

Guy: I’m sorry. It’s just…

Bob: If you want forgiveness… ask the gods for it, not me. And another thing, Professor, what the hell have you done lately? Any brilliant research? Any wonderful theories?

Guy: I um… I haven’t really…

Bob: No. That’s right. You haven’t. You have a brilliant mind, and you’re not using it. You are the second youngest professor ever, you beat the entire department for that spot including Isaac and RT Van Richten’s daughter, whom you also screwed, yes, I know about that too. Do you think the dean would be happy to hear one of his professors was out brawling in a dive bar and screwing everything female with a pulse? Hmm? Do you?

Guy:  No, Dad, he wouldn’t be.

Bob: Smartest thing you’ve said all week! You are to resolve all these issues I’ve highlighted, immediately!

****

Elita: Next he cast his steely gaze to me after Guy nodded his affirmation.

Bob: You are an exceptional circumstance. You are doing well in school and your grades are excellent. You’re a good person with a kind heart, but I’m not happy with your sneaking about and dishonesty. I’m also not happy about the fact that you put your sister’s fiance in a difficult situation when he had to come here and warn you. I hope and pray Elita, that was an isolated incident and I don’t have to expect any more police visits. Is that the case?

Elita: Yes dad, that’s right, no more cops. 

Bob: Excellent. I hope so, Elita, for your sake, a criminal record follows somebody about for a very long time. We don’t want to sabotage your chances before they even arrive, do we?

Elita: No. But in my defence, the bitch was rude to mom and…

Bob: Lyra has been grabbed by the throat by crazed madmen, attacked by vampires, she has had guns pressed to her head, and she’s been poisoned by alien diseases just to name a few… a couple of harsh comments from some inconsequential person isn't going to kill her. 

Elita: I just nodded. As he paused for a second to collect his thoughts.

****

Bob: Now then, what about this, boy you’re friends with, what the hell is his name, Ed or…

Guy: Eel. As in, slippery.

Bob: Yeah that’s the one.

Elita: I looked at Guy with a scowl. We always had some connection that defied logic, it wasn’t like a Van Richten neural link but we could feel each other, and right now he was feeling smug and happy that I was getting dad’s righteous fury. I gave him my best “you rat bastard” look I could.

Bob: This boy, he’s a consummate weed smoker isn’t he? Spends his life stoned. This is who you spend time with and sneak off with is it? I’m not even going to accuse you of smoking weed because I know already you wouldn’t do that, and even if you did it wouldn’t affect you very long anyway, but, what’s going on Elita? Explain.

Elita: Um his name is Eel, yes, actually it's Akiel but we just call him Eel for short you know like I’m Ellie, or “Leet” to Guy and…

Bob: Yes I know what a short name is. I use one myself, get to the point.

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Elita: So mom gave birth to a bouncing baby boy as they say and she named him Tiberius you got all that, cool.  So unfortunately, for me and Guy that is, we were about to face dad’s wrath…

Bob: Ah good, you’re here Guy. 

Guy: Hey! So where’s my baby brother then?

Bob: Upstairs with your mom, they’re having a sleep. In the meantime, there’s something in the utility room I want to make you aware of.

Guy: Going to teach me how to use the washing machine dad? *he chuckles.*

Bob: Funnily enough dirty laundry is the subject. You come too Elita, this concerns you as well.

Elita: I gotta ride to school dad once I drink my coffee…

Bob: Don’t worry, this won’t take long. 

****

Elita: No sooner were we lulled into our false senses of security, we were quickly on the receiving end, once the door was shut.

Bob: What the actual hell is going on with you two!?!?

Elita: What do you mean?

Bob: What do I mean? Oh I see, the two smartest members of this family want to play dumb, fine, I’ll spell it out for you both. YOU, are grabbing random women by the throat, inviting visits from Jimmy aka the cops. You’re sneaking about at night with some mystery person we know nothing about. Meanwhile, Professor Poontang here, is off in the springs cavorting with some mystery girlfriend, starting bar room brawls, while she brandishes a knife!

Elita: I literally felt my blood run cold. Dad was a lot more clued up than we gave him credit, Guy looked like he shrunk to the same size as Tiberius…

Guy: I didn’t start that! I was defending myself! What do you expect me to do, stand and take a beating? 

Bob: I expect you to think of this family. To think about others. There are consequences for utilising our abilities in plain sight. You know how many people would love to get a taste of what we have? You do understand each one of us is worth billions of dollars? We are walking weapons. This isn’t a trivial matter.

****

Guy: You weren’t there dad, this doesn’t affect you.

Bob: Take your finger out of my face Guy you’re not too old for a spanking. And yes, your mother, me, John, Lysa, Marylyn, Jimmy and Elita we are all tied in with you. Some asshole figures you out, they chase it back to us. I will not jeopardize this family’s safety so you can impress some girl you’re currently screwing. 

Guy: It’s not like that. And anyway, you used your mega strength and fought plenty of times! This is rich!

Bob: That’s true, but I did it out of sight out of mind. And whenever I did, there was no other solution. You could have left, you could have faked getting your ass knocked down… there were many many things you could have done. Instead… you chose to behave like some godsdamned silverback gorilla and lay waste to them all, then screw your girlfriend in the alley.

Guy: How’d…

Bob: How? I still have a few contacts and snitches who tell me things. And don’t walk off Elita, I’m coming to you next, I’m still not finished with him.

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Elita: So mom gave birth to a bouncing baby boy as they say and she named him Tiberius you got all that, cool.  So unfortunately, for me and Guy that is, we were about to face dad’s wrath…

Bob: Ah good, you’re here Guy. 

Guy: Hey! So where’s my baby brother then?

Bob: Upstairs with your mom, they’re having a sleep. In the meantime, there’s something in the utility room I want to make you aware of.

Guy: Going to teach me how to use the washing machine dad? *he chuckles.*

Bob: Funnily enough dirty laundry is the subject. You come too Elita, this concerns you as well.

Elita: I gotta ride to school dad once I drink my coffee…

Bob: Don’t worry, this won’t take long. 

****

Elita: No sooner were we lulled into our false senses of security, we were quickly on the receiving end, once the door was shut.

Bob: What the actual hell is going on with you two!?!?

Elita: What do you mean?

Bob: What do I mean? Oh I see, the two smartest members of this family want to play dumb, fine, I’ll spell it out for you both. YOU, are grabbing random women by the throat, inviting visits from Jimmy aka the cops. You’re sneaking about at night with some mystery person we know nothing about. Meanwhile, Professor Poontang here, is off in the springs cavorting with some mystery girlfriend, starting bar room brawls, while she brandishes a knife!

Elita: I literally felt my blood run cold. Dad was a lot more clued up than we gave him credit, Guy looked like he shrunk to the same size as Tiberius…

Guy: I didn’t start that! I was defending myself! What do you expect me to do, stand and take a beating? 

Bob: I expect you to think of this family. To think about others. There are consequences for utilising our abilities in plain sight. You know how many people would love to get a taste of what we have? You do understand each one of us is worth billions of dollars? We are walking weapons. This isn’t a trivial matter.

****

Guy: You weren’t there dad, this doesn’t affect you.

Bob: Take your finger out of my face Guy you’re not too old for a spanking. And yes, your mother, me, John, Lysa, Marylyn, Jimmy and Elita we are all tied in with you. Some asshole figures you out, they chase it back to us. I will not jeopardize this family’s safety so you can impress some girl you’re currently screwing. 

Guy: It’s not like that. And anyway, you used your mega strength and fought plenty of times! This is rich!

Bob: That’s true, but I did it out of sight out of mind. And whenever I did, there was no other solution. You could have left, you could have faked getting your ass knocked down… there were many many things you could have done. Instead… you chose to behave like some godsdamned silverback gorilla and lay waste to them all, then screw your girlfriend in the alley.

Guy: How’d…

Bob: How? I still have a few contacts and snitches who tell me things. And don’t walk off Elita, I’m coming to you next, I’m still not finished with him.

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Just thought I'd share something I'd been playing around with. These are my lyrics that I wrote. It floors me hearing my poem being sung, even if it's by an AI voice.

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Just thought I'd share something I'd been playing around with. These are my lyrics that I wrote. It floors me hearing my poem being sung, even if it's by an AI voice.

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This is all the previous posts, so if you read those and you're happy with what you read, you can skip this. If you're like me...and you hate reading a juicy story in pieces... this is for you.

Under the cut to keep the clutter down.

Randall's New Suit

(Long Text Post version)

Randall adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling the fabric itch against his neck as he pushed open the door to the boutique. The bell jingled softly overhead, and he stepped inside, greeted by the faint scent of cedar and leather. His eyes darted around the store, taking in the racks of suits and ties neatly arranged under soft, warm lighting. He wasn’t used to places like this—too polished, too fancy. But the wedding invitation had come at the last-minute, and he couldn’t show up looking like a mess.

“Hey there,” a voice chimed from behind the counter. Randall turned, his blue eyes widening slightly as they landed on the source. A young woman leaned casually against the register, her blonde bob catching the light as she tilted her head at him. Her smile was a little mischievous, and her thin frame seemed almost effortless in the way it carried itself. “Looking for something special?” she asked, her tone teasing.

Randall cleared his throat, suddenly hyper-aware of how awkwardly he was standing. “Uh, yeah. I need a suit. For a wedding. Last-minute thing.”

She chuckled, stepping out from behind the counter with a smoothness that made Randall’s stomach do a little flip. “Weddings, huh? Always a drama fest. You a groomsman or just a guest?”

“Guest,” he said quickly, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. “I don’t even know the couple that well, honestly. Just got invited kind of… randomly.”

Her grin widened, and she motioned for him to follow her toward the suits. “Well, lucky you. No responsibilities, no speeches, just free booze and maybe…” She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes sparkling. “A bridesmaid or two.”

Randall felt his cheeks heat up. “Oh, uh, I don’t think—”

“Come on,” she interrupted, pulling a sleek navy suit from the rack and holding it up to him. “You’re cute. Bridesmaids love cute. Trust me, they’ll be all over you.” She winked, and Randall felt like the ground had shifted beneath him. “You do have condoms, right?”

He choked, his face now fully crimson. “I—uh—no, I mean, I don’t—that’s not—”

Her laughter cut through his stumbling words, light and melodic. “Oh my god, you’re adorable. Seriously, are you telling me you’ve never…?”

Randall shook his head, unable to meet her gaze. He focused instead on the stitching of the suit she was holding, trying to will himself to disappear.

The woman’s expression softened, and she reached out, gently touching his arm. “Hey, it’s okay. No shame in that. But seriously, if you’re going to a wedding, you should at least be prepared. You never know what might happen.” She paused, studying him for a moment before her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Or… I could show you the ropes. If you want.”

Randall’s heart skipped a beat. He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide with confusion. “W-What?”

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but the glint in her eye gave her away. “There’s a crappy hotel down the street. Cheap, clean-ish. We could get a room, and I could teach you a thing or two. No strings, no pressure. Just… fun.”

His mouth went dry. This couldn’t be real. Women like her—confident, beautiful, effortlessly charming—didn’t just offer things like that to guys like him. He opened his mouth to protest, to tell her she must be joking, but she cut him off again.

“Don’t overthink it,” she said, her voice lowering slightly. “It’s just an offer. You can say no. But…” She took a step closer, her hand still resting lightly on his arm. “If you’re curious, it could be… memorable.”

Randall swallowed hard, his mind racing. This was insane. Completely, utterly insane. And yet… He couldn’t deny the spark of curiosity—of desire—that flickered in his chest. He’d never done anything like this before. Evie and Tris had always kept him from a risk. H was never to let himself be vulnerable. Something about her—the way she looked at him, the way she made him feel seen—was undeniably tempting.

“Okay,” he whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it, “But I don’t even know your name!”

Her smile deepened, and she stepped back, grabbing the suit and handing it to him. “It’s Kira. Good choice. Try this on first though. I want to make sure you look good when I ruin you later.”

Randall’s stomach flipped, and he took the suit from her with trembling hands. As he disappeared into the fitting room, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of dream. Or maybe a really, really bad idea.

But as he emerged a few minutes later, the suit fitting him perfectly, her approving whistle and slow clap told him he might not regret this after all.

“Damn,” she said, circling him with an appraising eye. “Now that is a man who deserves a little instruction.” She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Meet me outside in five minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving Randall standing there, his heart pounding and his thoughts swirling. He changed back into his clothes, paid for the suit, and walked out of the store with anticipation and terror churning in his gut.

Kira was waiting for him on the sidewalk, leaning against the wall with one foot propped up behind her. When she saw him, she grinned and held out her hand. “Ready?” She tossed her lit cigarette to the ground and twisted her foot to dampen the flame.

Randall hesitated for only a second before taking it. “Yeah.”

They walked down the street together, her fingers entwined with his, and Randall tried to steady his breathing. The hotel was exactly as she’d described—cheap, a little run-down, but passable. She paid for the room with cash, and they stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them.

The room was dimly lit, the bed mostly made, and the air smelled faintly of smoke and things he would rather not try to figure out. Randall stood awkwardly near the doorway, unsure of what to do next. She turned to him, her expression soft and determined.

“You nervous?” she asked, tilting her head.

“A little,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kira smiled and closed the distance between them, her hands resting lightly on his chest. “Don’t be. Just trust me, okay?”

Randall nodded, his heart hammering as she leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a slow, gentle kiss. It was tentative at first, testing the waters, but as he responded, her kisses grew deeper, more insistent. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, pulling him closer, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting himself get lost in the sensation.

When she pulled back, her lips curved into a sly smile. “Not so bad, right?”

Randall blinked, dazed. “N-no. Not bad at all.”

She laughed softly and began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers deft and unhurried. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

Kira’s lips trailed down Randall’s neck as she continued to unbutton his shirt, her breath hot against his skin. He shivered, unsure of what to do with his hands—should he touch her? Where? His mind raced, but before he could overthink it, she guided his palms to her hips, her voice a low murmur against his collarbone.

“Just follow my lead,” she said, her fingers slipping under the fabric of his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. The cool air of the hotel room hit his bare chest, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Her hands roamed over his torso, exploring him with confidence that made his knees weak. “You’re nervous,” she saw, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “But you don’t need to be. This is supposed to be fun.”

Randall swallowed hard, nodding. “I-I just… I don’t want to mess this up.”

She chuckled, stepping back slightly. “You won’t. Trust me.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging gently. “Now, let’s get these off. You’re overdressed for what I have in mind.”

He hesitated for only a moment before fumbling with his belt, his hands trembling as he undid the buckle. Kira watched with an amused smile; her arms crossed over her chest. When his pants pooled at his feet, she stepped closer again, her hands resting on his shoulders as she pushed him down onto the edge of the bed.

“Sit,” she instructed, her tone firm but playful. He obeyed, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. She knelt between his legs, her eyes locking with his as her hands slid up his thighs. “Relax, Randall. You’re not going to break anything.”

He tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a choked gasp. Her fingers brushed against the growing bulge in his boxers, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. She smirked, clearly enjoying his reaction. “See? You’re already doing better than you think.”

Her hands moved to the hem of her own shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. Beneath it, she wore a simple black bra, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that left Randall utterly speechless. She reached behind her back, unhooking it with practiced ease, and let it fall to the floor.

Randall’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry. “You’re… you’re beautiful,” he stammered, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

Kira laughed softly; her cheeks tinted pink despite her confident demeanor. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips before trailing her mouth down his chest. Her tongue flicked against his nipple, and he gasped, his fingers tangling in the sheets.

He wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel—how every touch, every kiss, sent sparks shooting through his body. Kira seemed to sense his reactions, adjusting her movements to draw out even more pleasure. Her hand slipped into his boxers, wrapping around his length, and he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re doing great,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. “Just let go.”

His hips bucked involuntarily, and she grinned, tightening her grip slightly. “That’s it. Let me take care of you.”

Randall closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation. Her hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, each one sending waves of heat coursing through him. It was overwhelming—almost too much—but he didn’t want it to stop.

When she pulled her hand away, he groaned in protest, but she silenced him with another kiss. “Patience,” she whispered against his lips. “We’re not done yet.”

She stood, shedding the rest of her clothes with a casual grace that left him breathless. Naked, she was even more stunning than he could have imagined, her body lithe and toned, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, and he stared up at her, completely spellbound.

“You can touch me, you know,” she said, taking his hands and placing them on her hips. “I won’t bite. Well, not too hard.”

He laughed nervously, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against him, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart matching his own. Her lips found his again, and this time, he kissed her back with a newfound confidence, his hands exploring hesitantly at first, then with more assurance.

Kira’s breath hitched when his fingers brushed against her breast, and she arched into his touch. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice husky. “You’re learning fast.”

Emboldened by her praise, he cupped her other breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly, her hips grinding against his, and the friction made him groan. She reached between them, positioning him at her entrance, and he froze.

“W-wait,” he stammered, his voice thick with desire. “I don’t…”

“I’ve got condoms,” she interrupted, leaning over to grab one from the nightstand. She tore open the packet with her teeth, rolling it onto him with practiced ease. “There. Safe and sound.”

He nodded, still nervous but trusting her completely. When she sank down onto him, he choked back a moan, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moved slowly, giving him time to adjust, her eyes never leaving his gaze.

“You, okay?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Y-yeah,” he managed, his voice cracking. “It’s just… so good.”

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I know. But you’re doing great. Just relax and let me take the lead.”

As she began to move, Randall felt himself being consumed by sensation. Every thrust, every sound she made, drove him closer to the edge. He clung to her, his hands roaming her back, her sides, feeling every inch of her as if committing her to memory.

Kira’s breaths grew shallower, her movements more urgent. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Come for me, Randall,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “Let go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a strangled cry, he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. She followed shortly after, her body tensing as she cried out his name, her forehead resting against his.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, sweat-slicked and panting. Then Kira rolled off him, lying beside him on the bed. She lit a cigarette and rolled over onto her side to face him. “Not bad for your first time,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. She reached over, her fingers lacing through his

Randall turned his head to look at her, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Thanks to you.”

She shrugged, though he caught the faint blush on her cheeks. “You are a good student. Most guys aren’t that… attentive.”

The hotel room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the air conditioning blending with the sound of their laughter. Kira had already slipped into the bathroom, leaving Randall standing awkwardly by the bed, his heart still racing from what had just happened. He could hear the water running, the sound inviting yet nerve-wracking all at once.

“You coming, or are you going to stand there like a statue? Do you really wanna go to the wedding smelling of sex? Those bridesmaids will eat you alive.” Kira’s voice called out, playful and teasing.

Randall swallowed hard, “Uh, yeah, I’ll be right there,” he managed to stammer, his cheeks flushing. The cool air brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the bathroom door.

He pushed the door open, steam immediately clouding his vision. The shower was already running, the warm mist filling the small space. Kira stood beneath the spray, her blonde hair slicked back, water cascading down her body. She turned to him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Took you long enough,” she said, reaching out to grab his hand. Her touch sent a jolt through him, and he stepped into the shower without another thought. The water hit his skin, warm and soothing, contrasting with the heat already pooling low in his stomach.

Kira pressed herself against him, her hands splaying across his chest. “Relax,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “Let me show you how this works.”

Randall’s breath hitched as her fingers traced patterns along his skin, exploring every dip and curve. Her touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as if she were studying him. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides until she took one and placed it on her hip.

“Don’t overthink it,” she whispered, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Just feel.”

Her lips found his, and any remaining tension melted away. The kiss was slow, deep, and intoxicating, each movement of her mouth drawing him further into her world. Randall’s hands began to move on their own, sliding up her hips, tracing the delicate curve of her waist before settling on her back. She shifted slightly, pressing her body closer to his, and he could feel the heat of her skin even through the water.

Kira broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s try something different,” she said, turning around so her back was to him. She leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands against the tiled wall. “This is where you come in.”

Randall stared at her for a moment, his brain struggling to catch up. “What… what do I do?”

She glanced over her shoulder, her smirk widening. “Use your hands. Your mouth. Whatever feels right.”

His pulse quickened, his fingers trembling as they brushed against her skin. He started slow, tracing the line of her spine with tentative touches, marveling at how smooth she felt under his fingertips. Kira let out a soft sigh, encouraging him to continue. Emboldened, he leaned down, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck.

Her skin tasted faintly of soap and something uniquely her, and the sensation made his head spin. His hands roamed lower, skimming over her hips before cupping her from behind. Kira arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips.

“That’s it,” she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. “Now, stroke yourself while you touch me.”

Randall blinked, momentarily thrown by the suggestion. “Wait, what?”

She chuckled, the sound muffled by the water. “Trust me, it’ll feel amazing for both of us.”

Hesitantly, he obeyed, his free hand moving to grasp himself. The combination of sensations—her body against his, the warmth of the water, the sound of her breathing—made him groan softly. Kira reached back, guiding his hand to where she wanted it most.

“Here,” she murmured, pressing his fingers against her. “Like this.”

Randall’s movements became more confident as he followed her lead, his fingers sliding effortlessly against her now. Kira’s breath came in shorter bursts, her hips rocking slightly against his touch. The rhythm they created together was intoxicating, each motion driving them both closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Kira turned around, her arms looping around his neck. Their bodies pressed together, slick with water and desire. She kissed him again, harder this time, her tongue dancing with his as her hand joined his between them.

“You’re a fast learner,” she teased, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “But let’s see how much more you can handle.”

Before he could respond, she sank to her knees, her mouth closing around him in one swift motion. Randall gasped, his hands instinctively tangling in her hair as waves of pleasure crashed over him. The combination of her touch and the warm water was almost too much, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out.

Kira looked up at him, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she pulled back slightly. “Good?”

He nodded furiously, unable to form words. She laughed softly before taking him fully again, her movements deliberate. Randall’s legs trembled, his grip tightening in her hair as he struggled to stay upright.

When she finally released him, rising to her feet with a mischievous grin, he was left breathless and aching. Kira leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Your turn,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. “Show me what you’ve learned.”

Randall hesitated for only a moment before lowering himself to his knees, his hands resting on her thighs. The water continued to pour down around them, creating an intimate cocoon as he leaned in, his mouth finding her with surprising confidence. Kira’s sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement he needed, and soon she was gripping his shoulders for support, her hips moving in time with his movements.

The air was thick with steam and the sounds of their mutual desire, each touch and kiss building the tension between them. Just as Kira’s breath hitched, signaling her nearing climax, she suddenly stopped him, pulling him to his feet with a wicked smile.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you inside me when it happens.”

Her words sent a surge of heat through him, and he didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her easily, pressing her against the shower wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The angle was perfect, and with one thrust, he was buried deep within her. Kira’s head fell back against the tiles enjoying the moment.

The water continued to cascade over them, mingling with the sweat on their skin as they moved together, each motion bringing them closer to the brink. Randall’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with increasing intensity. Kira’s moans grew louder, her voice echoing off the walls of the shower.

“Almost there,” she panted, her eyes locking with his. “Just a little more…”

Their pace quickened, the friction between them becoming unbearable as they raced toward release. Kira’s body tensed, gripping him tightly as she cried out, her climax hitting her like a tidal wave. The sensation pushed Randall over the edge, and he groaned her name as he spilled into her, the world around them fading into nothing but the two of them.

For a moment, they stood clinging to each other as the water washed over them, their hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, Kira slid down the wall, her legs wobbling slightly as she steadied herself. She grinned up at him, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest.

“Not bad, rookie,” she said, her voice filled with amusement. “Not bad at all.”

Randall couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside him. He wanted to ask if she meant it, but before he could, she had already left the bathroom. She leaned over the table, completely naked, giving him a good look at what he had just tasted for the last two hours. She wrote something quickly on the nearest card, then handed it to him.

“Here,” she said. “My number. If you ever want to… practice some more.” She grabbed her towel and began drying herself off.

He took the card, staring at it as if it might disappear. “Really?”

She winked, standing and retrieving her clothes from the floor. “Really. Now, get dressed. I’ve got to get back to work before I get fired and you’ve got a wedding to go to. Wouldn’t want to keep those lucky bridesmaids waiting.”

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Randall's New Suit 9/9

Before he could respond, she sank to her knees, her mouth closing around him in one swift motion. Randall gasped, his hands instinctively tangling in her hair as waves of pleasure crashed over him. The combination of her touch and the warm water was almost too much, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out.

Kira looked up at him, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she pulled back slightly. “Good?”

He nodded furiously, unable to form words. She laughed softly before taking him fully again, her movements deliberate. Randall’s legs trembled, his grip tightening in her hair as he struggled to stay upright.

When she finally released him, rising to her feet with a mischievous grin, he was left breathless and aching. Kira leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Your turn,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. “Show me what you’ve learned.”

Randall hesitated for only a moment before lowering himself to his knees, his hands resting on her thighs. The water continued to pour down around them, creating an intimate cocoon as he leaned in, his mouth finding her with surprising confidence. Kira’s sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement he needed, and soon she was gripping his shoulders for support, her hips moving in time with his movements.

The air was thick with steam and the sounds of their mutual desire, each touch and kiss building the tension between them. Just as Kira’s breath hitched, signaling her nearing climax, she suddenly stopped him, pulling him to his feet with a wicked smile.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you inside me when it happens.”

Her words sent a surge of heat through him, and he didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her easily, pressing her against the shower wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The angle was perfect, and with one thrust, he was buried deep within her. Kira’s head fell back against the tiles enjoying the moment.

The water continued to cascade over them, mingling with the sweat on their skin as they moved together, each motion bringing them closer to the brink. Randall’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with increasing intensity. Kira’s moans grew louder, her voice echoing off the walls of the shower.

“Almost there,” she panted, her eyes locking with his. “Just a little more…”

Their pace quickened, the friction between them becoming unbearable as they raced toward release. Kira’s body tensed, gripping him tightly as she cried out, her climax hitting her like a tidal wave. The sensation pushed Randall over the edge, and he groaned her name as he spilled into her, the world around them fading into nothing but the two of them.

For a moment, they stood clinging to each other as the water washed over them, their hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, Kira slid down the wall, her legs wobbling slightly as she steadied herself. She grinned up at him, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest.

“Not bad, rookie,” she said, her voice filled with amusement. “Not bad at all.”

Randall couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside him. He wanted to ask if she meant it, but before he could, she had already left the bathroom. She leaned over the table, completely naked, giving him a good look at what he had just tasted for the last two hours. She wrote something quickly on the nearest card, then handed it to him.

“Here,” she said. “My number. If you ever want to… practice some more.” She grabbed her towel and began drying herself off.

He took the card, staring at it as if it might disappear. “Really?”

She winked, standing and retrieving her clothes from the floor. “Really. Now, get dressed. I’ve got to get back to work before I get fired and you’ve got a wedding to go to. Wouldn’t want to keep those lucky bridesmaids waiting.”

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Randall's New Suit 8/9

His pulse quickened, his fingers trembling as they brushed against her skin. He started slow, tracing the line of her spine with tentative touches, marveling at how smooth she felt under his fingertips. Kira let out a soft sigh, encouraging him to continue. Emboldened, he leaned down, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck.

Her skin tasted faintly of soap and something uniquely her, and the sensation made his head spin. His hands roamed lower, skimming over her hips before cupping her from behind. Kira arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips.

“That’s it,” she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. “Now, stroke yourself while you touch me.”

Randall blinked, momentarily thrown by the suggestion. “Wait, what?”

She chuckled, the sound muffled by the water. “Trust me, it’ll feel amazing for both of us.”

Hesitantly, he obeyed, his free hand moving to grasp himself. The combination of sensations—her body against his, the warmth of the water, the sound of her breathing—made him groan softly. Kira reached back, guiding his hand to where she wanted it most.

“Here,” she murmured, pressing his fingers against her. “Like this.”

Randall’s movements became more confident as he followed her lead, his fingers sliding effortlessly against her now. Kira’s breath came in shorter bursts, her hips rocking slightly against his touch. The rhythm they created together was intoxicating, each motion driving them both closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Kira turned around, her arms looping around his neck. Their bodies pressed together, slick with water and desire. She kissed him again, harder this time, her tongue dancing with his as her hand joined his between them.

“You’re a fast learner,” she teased, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “But let’s see how much more you can handle.”

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Most of my characters would risk their lives to save others, but the one that would literally burn the world in order to save just one person she cared about would be DC. Everyone else would eventually think about the adage of "save one" vs "save many" and then reluctantly when there was no other choice save many.

which oc would risk everything to save the person closest to them?

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Randall's New Suit 7/9

He pushed the door open, steam immediately clouding his vision. The shower was already running, the warm mist filling the small space. Kira stood beneath the spray, her blonde hair slicked back, water cascading down her body. She turned to him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Took you long enough,” she said, reaching out to grab his hand. Her touch sent a jolt through him, and he stepped into the shower without another thought. The water hit his skin, warm and soothing, contrasting with the heat already pooling low in his stomach.

Kira pressed herself against him, her hands splaying across his chest. “Relax,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “Let me show you how this works.”

Randall’s breath hitched as her fingers traced patterns along his skin, exploring every dip and curve. Her touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as if she were studying him. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides until she took one and placed it on her hip.

“Don’t overthink it,” she whispered, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Just feel.”

Her lips found his, and any remaining tension melted away. The kiss was slow, deep, and intoxicating, each movement of her mouth drawing him further into her world. Randall’s hands began to move on their own, sliding up her hips, tracing the delicate curve of her waist before settling on her back. She shifted slightly, pressing her body closer to his, and he could feel the heat of her skin even through the water.

Kira broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s try something different,” she said, turning around so her back was to him. She leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands against the tiled wall. “This is where you come in.”

Randall stared at her for a moment, his brain struggling to catch up. “What… what do I do?”

She glanced over her shoulder, her smirk widening. “Use your hands. Your mouth. Whatever feels right.”

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Randall's New Suit 6/9

“You, okay?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Y-yeah,” he managed, his voice cracking. “It’s just… so good.”

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I know. But you’re doing great. Just relax and let me take the lead.”

As she began to move, Randall felt himself being consumed by sensation. Every thrust, every sound she made, drove him closer to the edge. He clung to her, his hands roaming her back, her sides, feeling every inch of her as if committing her to memory.

Kira’s breaths grew shallower, her movements more urgent. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Come for me, Randall,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “Let go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a strangled cry, he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. She followed shortly after, her body tensing as she cried out his name, her forehead resting against his.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, sweat-slicked and panting. Then Kira rolled off him, lying beside him on the bed. She lit a cigarette and rolled over onto her side to face him. “Not bad for your first time,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. She reached over, her fingers lacing through his

Randall turned his head to look at her, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Thanks to you.”

She shrugged, though he caught the faint blush on her cheeks. “You are a good student. Most guys aren’t that… attentive.”

The hotel room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the air conditioning blending with the sound of their laughter. Kira had already slipped into the bathroom, leaving Randall standing awkwardly by the bed, his heart still racing from what had just happened. He could hear the water running, the sound inviting yet nerve-wracking all at once.

“You coming, or are you going to stand there like a statue? Do you really wanna go to the wedding smelling of sex? Those bridesmaids will eat you alive.” Kira’s voice called out, playful and teasing.

Randall swallowed hard, “Uh, yeah, I’ll be right there,” he managed to stammer, his cheeks flushing. The cool air brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the bathroom door.

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Randall's New Suit 5/9

Randall’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry. “You’re… you’re beautiful,” he stammered, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

Kira laughed softly; her cheeks tinted pink despite her confident demeanor. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips before trailing her mouth down his chest. Her tongue flicked against his nipple, and he gasped, his fingers tangling in the sheets.

He wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel—how every touch, every kiss, sent sparks shooting through his body. Kira seemed to sense his reactions, adjusting her movements to draw out even more pleasure. Her hand slipped into his boxers, wrapping around his length, and he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re doing great,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. “Just let go.”

His hips bucked involuntarily, and she grinned, tightening her grip slightly. “That’s it. Let me take care of you.”

Randall closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation. Her hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, each one sending waves of heat coursing through him. It was overwhelming—almost too much—but he didn’t want it to stop.

When she pulled her hand away, he groaned in protest, but she silenced him with another kiss. “Patience,” she whispered against his lips. “We’re not done yet.”

She stood, shedding the rest of her clothes with a casual grace that left him breathless. Naked, she was even more stunning than he could have imagined, her body lithe and toned, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, and he stared up at her, completely spellbound.

“You can touch me, you know,” she said, taking his hands and placing them on her hips. “I won’t bite. Well, not too hard.”

He laughed nervously, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against him, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart matching his own. Her lips found his again, and this time, he kissed her back with a newfound confidence, his hands exploring hesitantly at first, then with more assurance.

Kira’s breath hitched when his fingers brushed against her breast, and she arched into his touch. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice husky. “You’re learning fast.”

Emboldened by her praise, he cupped her other breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly, her hips grinding against his, and the friction made him groan. She reached between them, positioning him at her entrance, and he froze.

“W-wait,” he stammered, his voice thick with desire. “I don’t…”

“I’ve got condoms,” she interrupted, leaning over to grab one from the nightstand. She tore open the packet with her teeth, rolling it onto him with practiced ease. “There. Safe and sound.”

He nodded, still nervous but trusting her completely. When she sank down onto him, he choked back a moan, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moved slowly, giving him time to adjust, her eyes never leaving his gaze.