#((this woman folds so easily for him i'm SCREAMING))

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

[ hem ] sender plays with the hem of receiver's shirt / mumu and chenhua :3

romance of hands and touch. not accepting. @memovia

Days like this didn’t come often – a day where work obligations were nowhere to be seen, and so one could simply lounge and relax as much as they pleased. This couldn’t be more true for Chenhua and Muyang, who were both more than happy to bask in each other’s presence whilst lazing away in their shared home, free from stress and worry. And oh, were they going to take full advantage of it.

Though the artificial sun hung high in the sky, the couple had decided to return to their bed for some peaceful and casual conversation after a quick homemade lunch, with Chenhua dressed down in a plain, loose-fitting white top and soft shorts that cut off at the middle of her thighs; an ensemble that was far different from the dresses and skirts she was known to regularly wear. Though it was befitting to don on a comfortable day inside, and it appeared that Muyang agreed with the sentiment, as he began idly fiddling with the hem of Chenhua’s shirt, pinching and lifting the fabric with a subtle yet playful curl to his lips. The foxian giggled, her voice like that of a softly chiming bell.

“I see someone’s feeling a little silly today. Are you having fun, darling?” She asked, gazing at Muyang from where she lay on her back beside him. At first, there was no response, but then the Cloud Knight raised her shirt up again, only to slowly bury his large hand underneath the fabric to drag up and down her side with slow, methodical movements. Her breath shuddered at the sensation of warmth that seeped into her skin, only for that skin to flush when Muyang’s body shifted, the man rolling over so that he kneeled between her legs, his free hand moving to rub up and down her opposite side in sync with the other. Chenhua was so much smaller than him that it felt as though his strong hands could wrap around her entire torso with little effort, and the thought of it caused her face to flush a deep pink. Oh, how this man knew her innermost secrets laid bare for him to see. Her head lifted to look at Muyang’s face. He was still smiling, and Chenhua’s heart began to beat faster inside her chest at the sight.

“I… I’m going to take that as a yes.” A soft moan nearly escaped her lips, but the smile gracing her features was unmistakably one that radiated euphoria. She was very much looking forward to whatever else he was planning for her.

[mossygirl333]

if the bakery is open...crème brûlée and coca-cola for logan? 💕

AN: ofc Anon!!! we love our sexy old men here <333

Bakery Order: Crême Brûlée- “shhh, wouldn’t want them to hear would you?” + Coca-cola- virgin/inexperienced character

virgin!f!reader x Logan Howlette

Tw/Cw: porn no plot, slight public sex, inexperienced reader, female masturbation, protected p in v, slight DUBCON, small itty tiny bit of breeding kink (IM SORRY I CANT HELP MYSELF), slightly mocking but mostly praise

Smut under the cut!!

"You want a sip sweet thing? You look shy, loosen up, I don't bite."

Augh. That sentence.

You slipped into the bathroom, huffing slightly. Heat curled up your chest, flustering your cheeks. You felt hot. Hot and fucking bothered by that old man.

It felt perverted almost, that a man nearly twice your age (maybe more, no one knows with Logan) got you to feel this way. But that was his charm. With his stupid sharp eyes and his stupid sharp tongue, and the stupid smell of his cologne that made your head swim and your cunt throb.

Your hands slam up to your face, water now dripping down the heated skin. Panting slightly.

"Get your head together." You grumble to yourself, wiping your face clean on the towel. Thighs clenched together slightly, that heat rolling down your back settling up again. Imaging those rough hands kneading into the fat of your ass-

A groan left your lips, rolling your eyes as you frustratingly sit down. Rubbing your eyes, a small twinge of shame settling into the back of your head. It was really wrong to think of your teacher like that. You both were adults, yes, but would he ever truly want you?

Maybe he would. But you didn't want to entertain those thoughts. Just to get the stupid feeling to go away.

Settling into the bathtub, finally wriggling out of the restrictive material of your pants did you really come to appreciate the talents of that old bastard. Your underwear was practically soaked, the fabric now almost see-through.

You shift, dragging your fingers through puffy folds. Brushing against your clit, hips jerking up. "fuck..."

It was barely a whisper, a small comment under your breath. Two fingers slipped in so easily, sinking down to the knuckle. Your eyes flutter closed, pumping your hand as your palm slid up against the pearly bead of nerves.

Huffs of air and choked out moans left your lips. Cheeks hot, a drip of sweat beaded down your cleavage, hips rolling and jumping whenever you brushed your clit.

You barely even noticed the eyes on you. Peering through the crack in the door, heated and perverted. His pupils blown out as he watched that pretty thing touch herself like that. His tongue ran over his dry lips, palm rubbing against the hard erection through his pants.

You whimper, practically begging for him now. An image burned into his retinas, an image he'd cherish for eons. "Logan."

...Oh...Oh he couldn't leave you like that.

the door flung open and you choked, eyes flying to the entrance. You sputter, trying to get up and get your pants back on. "oh my fucking God I'm so sorry-" You screech before his hand is clasped over your mouth.

"Shush woman. Jesus Christ do you never stop screaming?" He hisses, pushing you up against the counter.

You pause, heart thumping against your ribcage like prey caught in a trap. The door was open, both of your eyes looking at it before looking at each other.

He closes the door, before sighing and rolling those strong shoulders. "I'm not mad. And you shouldn't be embarrassed."

You look slightly confused before noticing the very prominent bulge in his pants. You clearly weren't the only one here with unspoken feelings. And your mouth dried up at the thoughts.

You sit back on the counter, trying to find the words. This stupid hunk, that was way out of your league, that wormed his way into the creases of your brain was into...you? It was both confusing and flattering.

"I want you." It was really the only thing your brain could think of in the moment. It was embarrassing and stupid, but by that smirk on his face - he did exactly what you wanted it to.

"I can...tell. By your excessive moaning of my name." He murmurs, darkly chuckling under his breath, heavy hands digging into the soft plush skin of your thighs. Spreading them to make room for himself. "And I assume you know I mean the same?"

You weakly nod, your own hands coming to rest on his beefy biceps. Hairy and mouthwatering and that salt and pepper beard made you shudder.

"You Aren't used to this?" He muses, tracing up the curve of your waist, the small of your back and then back to your hips. All in one fluid motion that made your pussy wet again. Nodding to his statement, trying to hide how flustered it really made you, he tipped your chin back up. "Ah ah ah...no, you look me in the eyes for this part honey."

"I'm sorry. It's just I'm really-"

"Wet? I bet she's weeping for me down there ain't she?" You paused, watching as his perverted gaze followed the curve of your breasts.

"...she is."

What the hell are you doing? Why are you doing it? And why does it feel so wrong yet so right? You don't have enough time to process or answer the incessant thoughts buzzing because he's cracking your legs open. "Well why don't you prove it?"

You wriggle out of your jeans, the heavy cloth now settling on your calves. Thighs pressed up against the cold granite of the bathroom granite counter top.

He smirks, breathing in the smell of your arousal. Hooking your panties and taking them with your jeans, now tossed aside in the bathroom. "God she is just...crying for me. Such a pretty pussy she is, isn't she?"

You swallow thickly, nodding and shifting. "Yeah I guess-" Laughing weakly, spreading your legs for him. "...do you have a condom?"

"I'm clean and yes." He murmurs, fishing the foil wrapper out of his back pocket. Opening up the front of his jeans, a thick and heavy cock sprung out. The tip red and leaking, beads of pearly precum dripping down the underside of his shaft. He gave a few languid pumps that made your mouth dry and then slid the protection on.

"Feels better raw baby, but I understand the need for it." He nuzzles his nose into your neck, the tip of his cock brushing up against your folds. The contrast of his heated erection against the cold air of the room made you jump. "Can impregnate you after I stick a ring on that finger."

You whimper at the subject, the head slowly pushing against your entrance. Half-way off the counter and half-way on, his palms holding you up by your thighs.

He sinks in balls deep, huffing in your ear. The smell of his cigars stuck in your nose, your nails digging into the shifting muscles of his shoulders. "God you feel s'tight...warm..." Logan's lips drag down your artery, kissing over the hot skin.

Your eyes roll back, holding him close. Slowly he drags himself out, sliding back in. In and out, in and out, in and out-

Your starting to get loud, lips parted as high-pitched noises come from your throat, bubbling up like you were some needy whore. He bites at your throat and you stutter, his hand clamping over your lips.

"Shush it woman...Jesus you fuckin' slut. You want the whole school to hear your losing your virginity to me of all people?" His voice was breathless, his thrusts in a slow rhythm. "God your noises are pretty...but Summers would kill me if he found us like this. Wouldn't he?"

You nod, trying to reign in the pleasure filled sounds desperate to burst forward. The heat rushing down you in waves, coiling up in an uncomfortable tight knot at the base of your stomach. It was overwhelming. "Stop please-"

"What?" He pauses slightly, still twitching inside. "you okay?" He tilts his head, a flash of concern in his eyes. "I mean, I'm pretty average, you're taking me just fine-"

"No...it's too much." You squirm away from the pressure on your clit, twitchy and glistening under the buzzing florescent lights of the bathroom.

He pauses in confusion. "It's supposed to be a lot-" He starts out slowly before freezing. "Jesus Christ, have you never orgasmed before?" He weakly laughs and you feel an embarrassing flush heat up your plump cheeks.

"Maybe" You mumble, looking away. "Listen it's just...it's so much it's almost painful." It was true. You never had actually orgasmed and it was an embarrassing topic. You've tried everything under the sun, it just doesn't work.

"Jesus Christ you shoulda fuckin' told me that." He huffs, grabbing your underwear and stuffing it past your lips. "Don't get too loud."

You can barely pull away before he's fucking himself into you again, sharp figure-eights digging into your clit, the callouses on his thumb making your head spin.

Barely muffled high pitched whines come out, sobbing into his shoulder as tears of pleasure perk up. Eyes wet and misty. You shake, hips jerking as he refuses to stop. The taste of your heady slick heavy on your tongue, pressed up against the half-dried arousal on your panties.

The coil grows and grows, tighter and tighter. Your head swam. Muscles twitched. Clit cried, swollen and puffy now from the abuse. His tip slamming into your cervix. Tears, fat and heavy fell down soft cheeks.

It hurt. And god it hurt. So. Good.

You felt pleasure roll off of you, sobs and screams leaving your mouth, muffled by your underwear in his hand as Logan's voice brought you down. "Shhh, there you go. Feel good huh? To cum, look at you, that afterglow..."

You shudder, your underwear dropping from your mouth, soaked with drool as you twitch and shake. Holding him like he was your only tether to the real world. Shocks of your orgasm still twinged in your soaked pussy.

"Jesus-" You gasp out, rubbing your eyes. "That was a lot." You weakly laugh.

"Feel good?" Logan asks, pulling out, you didn't even notice he came as well.

"Yeah. Yeah it did. Like a roller coaster, just more physical and not kid friendly." You smiled, resting your sweaty forehead against his shoulder.

"Lets get ya cleaned up."

"I'd like that."

[whiskeyskin]

Virgin Blood

Premise: Tav is sheltered royalty (based of one of my MANY Tav's romancing Astarion) taking the leap with our boyy at the Tiefling Party.

Astarion x fTav • M rating • Act 1

Smut, porn without plot, kissing, fingering, bloodplay, virign reader, Astarion being a kind and gentle boy, unsure/reassurance

1.4k words

(if anyone recognises this picture please comment so I can credit the artist! Can't find it on reverse search 🙈)

This has been lingering in my drafts for so long; it needs to be posted. Drabbled many, never posted.. so please enjoy my inaugural tumblr smut - how fitting that Astarion's my first.

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With Vampiric, Elven fluidity, he hooks his leg under her own, parting her sensitive flesh to the night air. She bites her lip and begins to tremble, not just against chill of the night air but with the finality of her decision.

Tav's brow twitches and draws together, as a thousand thoughts swarm her mind, each new concern layered upon the other. A cacophony of voices buzz in her brain, painfully rising with every inch his hand moved towards her delicate, unplucked garden.

"Astarion?" Tav breathes shakily, trying and failing to rid her voice of worry.

"Yes, love?" He lilts softly as he gazes upon her naked and vulnerable form in the silvery moonlight.

Unsure of which question screams loudest in her head, Tav wills her bottom lip not to tremble.

"Will it hurt?" She whispers, failing miserably at keeping her eyes from filling.

His expression tenses, then relaxes as he cocks his head to the side, "Yes.. but only for a moment." He assures her, his eyes full of understanding.

Tav swallows and lets out a tight breath, both appreciating and hating his honesty.

"Your body will resist the intrution at first," he explains, bringing his hand from her inner thigh and raising it to cup her cheek, "your Hymen is there to protect you but gives up quite easily when coercied, especially by one as talented as me." His smile curls into a confident smirk, then it falls.

"There may be blood." He says matter of factly, Tav's eyes widen with fear, "not always, but it's a possibility," he rakes his fingertips against the roots of her hair, pushing it back and away from her face, sending small jolts of electricity through her scalp, "the losing of one's virginity isn't quite as fun for a woman."

He thumbs the worry lines that tighten at her brow till she wills them to ease under his cool touch. Tav grants him and herself a small smile.

"But I promise you," he begins, trailing his delicate hands down across her body, "Faithfully," his thumb catching her bottom lip, gently parting them, "That I shall make this as painless," his splayed palm glides down her sternum, playfully grazing the inner slope of her breasts, "and pleasurable as possible."

His touch ends just above her public bone. Her breath hitches as her body arches subconsciously to his touch. He props himself up on one elbow and presses a kiss to her lips.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, staring wholly into her soul with his piercing red eyes.

What breath is left in her lungs releases as she nods, "Yes."

Astarion smiles, then snakes his head into the crook her of neck, inhaling deeply. Tav tilts her head to grant him access out of pure instinct. He groans sensuously, the sound and feeling sending shudders of excitement through her.

"You smell amazing. Ever since I tasted your blood, you've taken over.. over every thought and fantasy my new freedom now allows," his graceful hand caresses over her mound, peering deeper and parting her embarrassingly slick folds.

Tav's nipples harden painfully as pleasure ripples through her body and shakes a gasp free from her throat.

Astarion's breath gives out slightly and she feels it against her taut neck but he recovers from his lapse of composure with finesse, his fingers expertly exploring the wetness between her legs.

"I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this." He groans into her ear.

Tav's hips twitch and buck of their own volition as Astarion gets to work, lavishing his attentions on her sweet and sensitive rosebud. The noise in her head falling away, the worries of the consequences of her actions this evening no longer causing her alarm.

"Do you like that, my darling?" He asks, his cheek pressed against her jawbone.

Tav nods, unable to form words. She's never experienced anything like this before. She's touched herself in the darkness of her chambers once the castle has gone to sleep but nothing in her nocturnal exploration of herself has ever come close to this.

His middle fingers coaxing her entrance in broad languid strokes, as his thumb flits over her clit in exquisite rhythm. His other hand softly tracing lines over her face and hairline, soothing her.

"Tell me." He whispers against the flesh of her neck.

She manages some garbled nonsense spliced with her moans as the pressure between her thighs builds.

A sweet, torturous ecstasy starts to fill her senses, seeping into every mental wound and insecurity she's been plagued with during her short human life.

Every empty word from her father, every cruel interaction with her step-mother, every royal duty, every expectation, every moment of her life planned down to the minute.

This wasn't the plan, this wasn't supposed to be the way she gave herself to someone. It wasn't her wedding night, it wasn't to some far off Prince, it wasn't to produce an heir.

It was.. freeing. It was.. for pleasure. It was.. dirty and erotic. It was..

"Tell me." He whispers against her, earnest this time, his breathing picking up speed too, as her orgasm quickly towered over the two of them.

"Yes, Astarion. It feels.. please.. Mm.. I.. can't.. I-," she tries to form words but struggles with clear thoughts. Her orgasm consuming her now, pulling her under and taking her over.

"Don't fight it, love. You want to come, you want to let go. Tell me how much you want to cum for me." He whispers against her, teeth grazing.

Tav tries to voice how wonderful she feels to him, how incredible he is and how much she wants this but a scream of pleasure dies in her throat as she comes hard around just the tips of his fingers.

"Ahhh.. ahhhh.. Astarion!" She finally manages as she falls apart in his embrace. Her hand shoots to the back of his head, grasping a handful of his hair, while other grips onto the forearm of the hand feeding her this pleasure, willing more of it.

She feels it slip deeper inside her, stroking her and fanning the flames of her orgasm higher. A jolt of pain shocks her and she cries out but it only adds to the ecstasy she feels as a second intense wave tears through her from deeper within. Astarion humphs out a strangled moan as his body holds her close, riding her orgasm like a lighthouse through a storm.

Writhing and jerking like a possessed beast, making sounds of pure abandon she has only ever heard from secret lovers in the royal gardens after dark. She gladly endures the powerful torrent of her climax, with Astarion to guide her, until her body is spent and exhausted on the forest floor.

There they lie in silence for a few moments, only the noise of their ragged breathing and the gentle sound of wind through the trees.

After several stunned moments, she feels Astarion's fingers slowly peel from inside her, the sensation strange and unfamiliar.

Tav finally blinks her eyes back into focus to see Astarion's fingers and palm coated in glossy, red blood.

Immediately feeling hideously embarrassed, she looks to him to apologise but pauses at the hunger in his eyes. His jaw locked tight as he bites together, keeping himself contained.

"Are-are you alright?" Tav asks uncertainly.

He doesn't answer, he simply stares at his bloodied hand, the muscles of his jaw flexing.

"I've.. I've seen this hundreds of times; the last blood of a Virgin but I've never been able to.. taste it." He swallows leaving his mouth agape. His eyes transfixed hungrily on his coated fingers, "Cazador would never let me experience it."

Tav looks on as the viscose mixture of her pain and pleasure slowly trails down his fingers, to dance across the back of his hand and pool in the crux of his palm.

A hot tumble starts in the pit of her aching belly and flushes up to the heady whirl of her brain. The way he looks so hungrily at the juices of her inner most part has her throat suddenly dry.

He's spoken of tasting her, her blood, but never like this.

Feeling bolstered from her sexual escapade Tav bites her lip and croons, "Cazador's not here. You're free to do whatever you'd like."

Astarion looks at her and his gaze pins her in place. Dark, hungry, wild eyes greet her. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, begging to taste her.

"You're absolutely right," he smirks and flourishes his hand to his mouth, taking a pause to glance back at her, tilting his head and gesturing his fingers, "To your good health."

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Y'all wanna read some more? 👀

[darkdemeter]

Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most. 

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well. 

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

 You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side. 

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded. 

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system. 

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement. 

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave. 

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character. 

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake. 

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down. 

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all. 

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far. 

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd. 

“It wasn’t easy, man,��� you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth. 

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders. 

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind. 

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character. 

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand. 

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished. 

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you. 

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic. 

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans. 

[stars-n-spice]

Thoughts on S3 Ep09!

Went to Universal last week on Wednesday so I missed watching it this week, couldn't watch it until today and oh my god,,,

Ignorance really is bliss <3

It's slowly getting harder and harder to bring myself to watch the new episodes ahaha

Anyways, spoilers and my incoherent screaming under the cut!!!

So I was like a puddle on the floor the entire episode

Ventress spoke and I melted,,

I love her so much I'm so glad she's back and I hope she comes back PRETTY PLEASE

SO M COUNT WAS MIDICHLORIANS!!! I mean,, that much was obvious but we're one step closer to having answers!

Wrecker and Crosshair helping out the Pabu civilians :(

Also noticed how fucking,, big Wrecker looks compared to Crosshair,, aahhhhhaaaaa big,, big man, big guy,,

Crosshair being like, "We aren't going to hand her over" AAAAA he really is worse than Hunter,, fucking love him

Ventress just,, being able to find them so easily and get onto Pabu without anyone noticing makes me,, so nervous,, oh my god

WRECKER FOLDING HIS ARMS ACROSS HIS CHEST AFTER SEEING HUNTER AND CROSSHAIR HOLDING THE SAME POSE?!?!

WRECKER STEPPING UP AND PUTTING HIS HANDS ON OMEGA'S SHOULDERS WHEN VENTRESS MENTIONS FORCE WEILDING?!?

Wrecker just,, fucking doing ANYTHING?? I love him

Ventress is actually really tall-

tall,, tall woman

AND HER GAY ASS HAIRCUT OH MY GOD

"Clearly none of you are normal" LMAOOO

I was like,, "hey why don't they recognize her?? they were fighting in the same war???" and then Crosshair was like "I went through Tech's files" or whatever and :(((

Tech mention :((( I miss him more and more everyday

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT FIGHT SCENE?!?!?!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!

want that fight scene injected into my blood

SHE SLAPPED WRECKER?!?!

she kicked their asses oh my god

fuck I loved that

Meanwhile Omega's on a scavenger hunt

I felt like I was watching Karate Kid

Omega not knowing who/what she is :(( and wanting to figure it out and have answers :( MAN.

WRECKER CHEERING ON OMEGA WHILE SHE WAS TRAINING!! it was so sweet but also hilarious because it made me think of how Chopper and Zeb would MAKE FUN of Ezra while he was training (I love my space families)

Omega trying to convince them to trust Asajj,, fucking,, "I never gave up on you, didn't I?" SHUT THE FUCK UP :(((((

With every episode I love Crosshair more and more and it's fucking DAMNING as all hell because I will not be able to handle anything remotely bad happening to him at this point

fuckin,, something,,, about,,, Hunter,, on his back,,, legs spread with the,, lightsaber in his face,,, fuck,, fuck fuck

I'M TELLING YOU MAN I WAS A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE

WE MAYBE DIDN'T GET WET HAIR HUNTER BUT WE GOT WET HAIR ASAJJ AND I THINK THAT'S OBJECTIVELY BETTER!!!

Omega is just collecting like,, mentors/parents like Ezra,, I fucking love it,, she comes across adults who are like,, "fuck it. I'm adopting this kid" and Hunter's like "NO!"

Omega is just a teenager I love her so much - "Ventress is bad." - "Okay, but-"

WHY IS THERE ALWAYS A BIG MONSTER?!?!?!

RAAAAAAAH SO SHE IS FORCE SENSITIVE?!

look,, I feel like,, that training wasn't nearly enough to determine the right levels and honestly I'm still confused

ASAJJ YOU BETTER COME BACK

I was like begging for her to stay because I know shit is going to go down on Pabu and they could use her help :(

but also I'm selfish and want to see her more

"But I've got a few lives left" - RAAAAAAAHHH

Also Crosshair helping Omega and Asajj up onto the Maurader :((

I love Crosshair :((

The last two episodes have been relatively,,, calm? Like the calm before the storm and that makes me fucking TERRIFIED for this week's episode oh my god

[sonicjustbecause]

Sonic Italian voices. What I think. What are my favourites:

Nine doing the well known Italian hand gesture 🤌. I smiled when I saw it.

I'm Italian (for this my English sucks, at least, I hope it is readable). I tend to wathc shows in italian, English and Japanese. Usually I enjoy Italian and Japanese dubbing, English... not so much, I don't like the choices of VA usually. Sonic Prime is one of the few exceptions. I'm glad to not hear RCS as Sonic. Is voice is terrible for him. Kirk's Shadow also is bad. I can say is the only Shadow I prefer to avoid to listen.

In 30 years Sonic series changed the VA but for some voices only from Boom and in videogames we are finally getting there.

Italian Sonic VA have been four as far as i remember: Pietro Ubaldi, Fabrizio Vidale, Daniele Raffaeli and Renato Novara.

Pietro Ubaldi is known to be the dubber of virtually all cats characters, both anthro and four legged such as Michael (What's Michael) to Giuliano (Love me Knight) to Artemis (Sailor Moon) to the blue scottish fold Doraemon but he also dubs funny villains. He dubbed Sonic in Sonic SatAM and AoStH. it sounded a bit weird in that role I must say.

Fabrizio Vidale dubbed also Shadow, going as far as making Shadow talk exaclty the same way Sonic talks, same speech pattern and inflection to underline their likeness. He was not much appreciated in that role and was also weird as Sonic though he managed to show his personality. Fabrizio Vidale was also the Italian VA of the inspector Gadget.

Daniele Raffaeli dubbed Sonic in Sonic Boom (serie). I think he has the cutest Italian voice for Sonic, I love that. He also dubbed Shadow (of course) but I have no idea about how he dealth with him, I only was able to watch about 10 episodes of Sonic Boom that were dubbed in italian. I was surprised to enjoy Sonic Boom, since I didn't give it credits. Shadow with a cute voice? Mmmh, I'm curious...

Renato Novara, the official Sonic VA (also in Videogames and in Sonic Movie) has a pleasant voice too. I think it sounds youthful and gives the impression of a strong yet funny character.

Tails also had four VA in my country: Veronica Pivetti, Federica de Bortoli, Maura Cenciarelli and Benedetta Ponticelli.

Veronica Pivetti was for Sonic SatAM and AoStH. She has a versatile voice, shge dubbed Megara from Disney's Hercules making her sound like an adult woman (of course), but she also dubbed Dende from Dragon ball and Tails, giving them an innocent childish voice. One thing I like about Italian voices choice is that children are virtually always dubbed by women, never by men. I hate to hear a 8 years old child talking with the voice of a 30 years old man. Few men can dub a child in a convincing way (we had Paolo Torrisi, his voice sounded easily like the one of a 10 years old kid. Unfortunately he died few years ago)

Federica de Bortoli dubbed Tails in Sonic X. Is long i don't watch Sonic X but I remember a nice childish yet determined voice.

Maura Cenciarelli didn't give me a strong impression. If I can tell Sonic's voice was cute, I can't tell what i think about Tails, apart from 'its fine as a kid voice'.

Benedetta Ponticelli has a very cute voice for Tails. She is also the official VA for videogames, she dubbed Tails in the movies and Nine, Mangey, Sails. While keeping the cuteness, I can tell Nine is spot on and can be scary with a cute sounding voice.

Knuckles had three VA here: Davide Garbolino, Oreste Baldini and Maurizio Merluzzo.

Davide Garbolino dubbed Sonic in Sonic Underground. He is one of the few men who is able to properly dub a kid (most of the character he dubbed were kids, indeed), but I never watched Sonic Underground so I have no idea about how he sounded as Knuckles.

Oreste Baldini dubbed Knuckles both in Sonic X and Sonic Boom. I kinda liked his voice but thinking about that, it didn't left me a strong impression, although i laugh when he i remember him screaming: 'Oh no! The curse of the moose' in Italian from Sonic Boom.

Maurizio Merluzzo is a GENIUS! I don't like, that's reductive, I LOVE his interpretation for Knuckles. Is a while he dubs Knuckles but he did his best in Sonic movie and following. he is also the VA in videogames.

Amy only had two VA: Antonella Baldini and Serena Clerici.

Andonella Baldini dubbed Amy in Sonic X and sonic Boom, while Serena Clerici dubs Amy in videogames and in Sonic Prime. Both of them represent what I love about Italian dubbing. Most of the time, Italian dubbers try to keep the voices as close as possible to the original voices. In shows that they respect particularly (like the Simpson) they go as far as choosing VA wich voice are virtually identical to the originals.

Serena Clerici uses a high pitched voice for Black Rose and Amy, while she sound more adult while dubbing Rusty and Thorn. Maybe my favourite is her Thorn interpretation.

For Shadow we got three VA, two of them shared with Sonic. Fabrizio Vidale, Daniele Raffaeli and Claudio Moneta.

I didn't hear Daniele Raffaeli yet, so I can't say how his voice sounds on him. But I can say, as far as I know, Shadow is not as soft spoken as in the English version. On the contrary, he talks loud and clear.

Fabrizio Vidale dubbed Shadow in Sonic X making him sound like Sonic. Terios, the reflection in short. I think this robbed some of Shadow's characterization. Shadow and Sonic shared the same voice in English version too, but Jason Griffith and Ryand Drummond were good to make them sound different. More like two identical twins who have also identical vocal folds, but due to their different personalities, they also have a different speech pattern and inflection. so they seem to have two different voices.

Claudio Moneta opted to show Shadow's emotions through his voice. he is an actor who prefer to put his personal twist on character he dubs rather than giving a perfect imitation, making him sound very strong, determined and no-nonsense but he sounded cheerful when he did steal all Sonic's regulators. Honestly I would have preferred to hear a soft voice in my language. He also dubbed Goku and Zarbon (the latter was dubbed as soft spoken).

Eggman got six VA, but I didn't hear all of them: Toni Fuochi, Riccardo Lombardo, Dario Penne, Gerolamo Alchieri, Roberto Pedicini and Aldo Stella.

I like most of them but I would talk about two in particular: Roberto Pedicini is the VA for the movie. More than the VA of Eggman he is the VA of most Jim Carrey interpretation, and he sounded dangerous, although funny in the movie.

Aldo Stella is Eggman in the videogames and in Sonic Prime.He also dubbed Guldo from Dragon Ball. his voice sounds nasty, rasp and high pitched and I like it. It makes me think what Eggman is, a mad scientist.

[galaxyedging]

Sex worker!Max Lord x f!reader

Warnings: Sex work. Insecurities. This one gets angsty and a little dark. Pegging. M!&f! masturbation. Liberal use of 'Daddy' but not how you might think.

Summary: Three simple rules. That shouldn't be too hard to remember, right?

WC:1.7k

Series Masterlist

Rule Number Two

Max held his breath. Right away your hands smoothed over his thighs.

"Deep, steady breaths, Max." Your voice was low and calm, you demonstrated the breaths for him. "In…and…out. In…and…out. There you go. I'm going to push just a little deeper."

Holding his knees a little tighter Max grunted as the toy inside him slipped over another riding of muscle.

"Max! You're doing so well! Look at you taking my cock." Praise always tumbled so easily from your lips for him. Whether it was while you were having sex or while you were taking care of him afterwards. It all felt just as good. He enjoyed the praise of him doing his good well and when you cared for him afterward the praise became more personal. You'd notice how smart he was. How insightful. You'd tell him how beautiful he was even when he was a quivering wreck. 

While you waited for Max's test results, something he thought of as just a formality, he'd had some done before he took up the offer of finding him work, you were his first client and smart enough to know that deep throating him carried risks if he had anything, you taught him about anal play. 

Max had had anal sex before. A bored housewife begged him backstage at one of his commercial recordings. Max had fulfilled her wish before knowing she was married. It left a bad taste in his mouth so he didn't try it again. He hadn't however been on the receiving end. The first time you ran your tongue over his puckered hole while you slowly fisted his cock, Max thought about running his own brothel. He'd clearly found the best business model, ever. Men who pay him for the privilege of being touched by a woman like you. Apparently some women like you would pay for the company of men. The morale of his staff would be through the roof. That's exactly how high he felt that he shot his load when your finger had milked his prostate. He'd actually cried that time. 

He'd sobbed against your perky tits as you held him close. "Shhh. It's okay. You did perfectly, Baby. I know it's a lot. I'll run you a bath but first…" Max watched with rapt attention as you ate every rope of cum that he'd spilled on his stomach and up his chest.

The memory helped him get through the first few thrusts. The dildo jutting out from between your legs, although small, was much bigger than your finger. It took a little while but eventually with your gentle reassurance he relaxed into it.

"There we go. Mmmm. Take it. Take it. Going to make you feel so good. Gonna make you scream my name." Your breath hitched the same time as Max's when you picked up speed, the base of the toy steadily rocked against your folds. 

"Oh. I can't…I can't take it." Max squirmed up the bed. 

"Beautiful, yes you can. Trust me." You massaged the meat of his thigh again. Soothing circles moved down to his cock as you stoked in ever so lightly. "You can take it. It will feel amazing."

Shakily he repeated the breathing you modelled before nodding for you to continue as he relaxed back into the bed. True to your word Max did feel fucking amazing. Your thrusts hit that spot that you had found days earlier with your fingers. It all felt blindingly good.

"Are you ready for me to finish you off? Do you want to sob my name again?" You teased him with slow thrusts.

"Yes, please." His brown eyes shone with honesty.

Slowly you pulled out, leaving him empty. 

Max's gasped with disappointment. "Shh. It's alright. I'm just going to finish you off a little differently. Turn over, get on your hands and knees."

Hurriedly Max got into position. You smiled behind him at his eagerness. "So eager for me. What do I want to hear?" 

"Please. Please let me come." You'd teased him enough over the last couple of days that he knew what to say.

"How? Tell me."

"F-fuck me. In the ass. Please."

"Good boy. You have to do something for me though, Beautiful."

"Anything. Name it." The desperation was evident in his tone as well as his words.

"I want you to jerk that perfect cock of yours while I do." A roll of your hips gave him more incentive to agree.

"I can do that."

"I bet you can. I bet you jerk it to the thought of me now."

"I have."

"Good. I owe you now, my pretty. In fact, while I'm taking your ass I feel like you should call me something more suitable. How about Daddy?"

"Daddy?"

"Mommy feels creepy. That's what I am to you. Your sugar daddy. I pay for your treats while you show me how grateful you are. Beg for Daddy's cock. Go on."

"I want it…Daddy."

"Yeah. You can have it, Gorgeous." 

Max whined as you filled him from this angle. It felt deeper. He felt the pressure build quicker. "There you go. How is that?"

"So, so good." He swallowed thickly as he began stroking his cock. "So good, Daddy."

"Oooh. Look at you. So beautiful and brilliant. A successful man on his knees for me. Begging for my cock." Your thrusts were strong but they had become sloppy. Your breath was ragged. Max could hear the arousal flooding each word. "Yeah, take my cock. Take Daddy's big dick. Gonna make you come so hard." Your quivering tone didn't match your words, so Max became bold. Reaching behind he grabbed your hips before throwing his ass back on your silicon cock. 

"Max." You quietly protested.

"Let me help you, Daddy." Straightening up, he rocked the dildo back into you. Your hands came around to grip his chest. Seeing you relinquish a little control he took your hand. He spat on his cock before guiding you to help him jerk off. The two of you stroked his thick length together. "Oh, yes. Daddy. Always make me feel so good."

You didn't answer him. He listened to your moans behind him. They heightened as you came arched you breast into his back. 

"Did I do good, Daddy?"

"So good, Baby." You let him work your hand quicker over him until he comes. The hot, thick fluid covers your hand. Holding it he slowly pulled himself off of your member. 

"Can I clean you up?" He asked. Doe eyes lock onto yours with a soft authority. 

Your hand strokes his hair. "Yes."

His eyes never leave yours as he licks every part of himself from your hand. "Can I run you a bath?" 

It's been a long day, he can tell as you nod wearily. With the bath running he prepares you a small smorgasbord. A small thank you leaves your lips as you slide into the tub. After some food Max is surprised when you slowly curl into his side in the warm water. Your body becomes heavy against his. Your head rolls against his shoulder. He watches your tits began to slow in their rise and fall beneath the water. When he is sure that you have fallen asleep he switches off the jets and lays you back on him, your head cradled in his arms. You look like an angel and he can't bring himself to wake you. He loses all track of time as he watches you. To him, you may as well be an angel. You're his saviour. With the generous bonus fee you gave him for signing the NDA. He was able to afford the deposit for a small apartment. It was a tiny, cramped one bedroom thing, but it was in a good neighbourhood. It was above a cute florist's. The old couple that ran it even offered him a job making deliveries. Everything was looking up for him. Except for rule number two. This wasn't a relationship, he shouldn't be cradling your head out of the water as you sleep. He shouldn't be thinking of towelling your sleepy body off and helping you to bed before curling up next to you for the night. He had to tighten his grip on you as you woke up with a start. 

"Why did you let me…?" You smacked your now dry lips.

"You looked tired and peaceful. I thought…"

"You're not paid to think, Max. You're paid to get me off." You spat as you climbed out of the tub. "Get out." 

Here Max goes again, ruining something wonderful.

"Sit." You pointed to the low stool at your vanity.

Max scurried over and sat. You came to stand on either side of his legs. "I don't need you to care for me. I pay you make me come but I don't even need you to do that." Your hand snaked between your legs rubbing firmly on your clit. "See, I can take care of myself. I've had what I need from you. I know all your pretty moans and whimpers. I can see your face contorted in pleasure at your peak when I close my eyes. I can remember the smell of your cologne and sex in the air. I remember what your gorgeous body looks like. The curve of your ass. Those thick arms…" your breathing began to quicken. "I d-don't need y-you." You stuttered out as you soaked your fingers. Fingers that you shoved into Max's mouth. "Understand?"

Max sucked placatingly before drawing your finger out. "I do." 

He'd crossed a line. One he feared that he couldn't get back over. Standing, he grabbed a towel to dry off. He was dressed and at your front door minutes later. 

All the rigid anger had left your body when you approached him with your arms wrapped around your robe covered body. "I'm busy tomorrow. The usual time Friday?" Your eyes couldn't meet his. "Please?" 

For a second he was afraid to cross a line again when it seemed like you had forgive him but you looked so small, so fragile in comparison to who he knew you to be. Gently he barely lay his hand on your folded arms. "Yes…Daddy."

Max left with the warmth of your smile and extra cash tucked in his pocket.

[zukkaart]

5 and 1 🙏

Couple #5: Ty Lee x Azula

Prompt #1: “Why are you helping a monster?”

For the prompt game!

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Two months after Azula is committed to the mental hospital

Ty Lee sat in the Jasmine Dragon with a few of her friends late one afternoon. Her and Zuko were engaged in a highly competitive game of Pai Sho while Mai and Sokka watched and chatted casually.

"Ha! I win!" Ty Lee exclaimed suddenly, jumping out of her seat. Zuko only responded with a groan of frustration. Iroh came up behind and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I thought you old uncle taught you better than this nephew," He spoke with a chuckle, he received only another groan in response.

"I guess it's a good thing you didn't have to beat Ozai in a game of Pai Sho for the fate of the world huh?" Ty Lee let out a light bubbling laugh. She wasn't wrong after all. The young woman then glanced up at the clock by the door, "Oh! Goodness me, I'm going to be late"

"Wait, where are you going?" Mai grabbed her arm before she could float her way out the door. "I'm headed to the hospital," Well, that's not a complete lie

She had hoped Mai would take the hint and drop it, it seemed like she would but then Sokka and his ever-diligent-oldest-brother tactics stepped in. The water tribe boy took both her arms gently in his and began scanning her over frantically. "What's wrong?" He demanded. Just then Zuko came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, spinning him so they were face to face.

"Sokka, nothing is wrong. She's going to see Azula," Sokka's face blanched noticeably. He wrenched out of Zuko's grasp and turned back to face her. "Azula? Why?" Ty Lee was sure he meant it out of concern rather than accusation, but it didn't come out that way. "Uhm, because she was my best friend Sokka," She folded her arms defensively, "And yes she made some mistakes but she needs help, why do you think Katara has been working so hard on hospital reform? It's a disaster after the war,"

She spoke clearly but Sokka couldn't hear her. It felt to him as though someone had shoved cotton in his ears. He understood that Azula was just another child used as cannon fodder in this war- especially after Zuko had explained everything to him. But he just couldn't get the image of Aangs motionless body, and the scar on Zuko's chest out of his head. He felt as though someone had just thrown him in to the ocean with his parka on, and he was drowning.

Which is why he couldn't stop the next words that left his mouth. "Why are you helping a monster?" He spat, Ty Lee's hurt expression wasn't enough to draw him back to reality, "She killed Aang, and nearly killed Zuko and Katara, how can you just forgive her so easily?!" Zuko sharply tugged on his arm to get him to stop, and Mai took a defensive half-step in front of Ty Lee- who just shoved her out of the way.

She got directly up in Sokka's face, more distraught than he had ever seen her. "So?" She countered, "I tried to kill all of you, so did Mai! So did Zuko! Yet you're sitting here with us as if nothing happened," "That's different, you've changed" "Yes! We've changed! Do you want to know why? Because we were given the opportunity to do so, and were surrounded by good people who decided to love us. Where is Azula's second chance? No one ever offered the other side to her. So don't you dare call her a monster when she was raised to be a weapon. You can use an arrow to cut fabric, but that does not change its nature," Satisfied with Sokka's remorseful look- she shoved past Mai and stormed in to the heart of Caldera.

~~~

"She still isn't full coherent, we're doing all we can but our resources are spread too thin" Someone spoke softly, but Azula felt as though she was listening from under water. Everything was muted and fuzzy.

"I understand, you can leave us. Thank you," Still muted, but a voice she almost recognized. Almost, She could have screamed from frustration, but she learned in her first week that screaming didn't help anything. It wasn't much different from living under her father in that way.

"Azula," That same voice was clearer now. She opened her eyes, squinting in an attempt to focus. She almost went back to bed, assuming it was one of the ever-changing nurses or guards coming in to drag her away to Agni-knows what. Upon further inspection, as the girl drew closer, a familiar shade of pink sparked her memory. Ty Lee - her mind finally provided. The only bit of consistency in this damned place.

Azula moved to hug her friend, suddenly awash with emotion. Only to be brutally reminded of her situation, the straight-jacket held her firmly in place. She hung her head, long dark hair falling around her. Her mind spun, trying to piece back together everything that had happened.

"Azula," The voice came again, followed by a hand on her forearm. Azula tried to jump back, pulling against her restraints. "Hey, hey, it's okay. It's just me," That same hand reached up to cup her face. Tears began to roll down the princess' face. Ty Lee spoke again "I brought you a surprise, had to sneak it past the guards" Azula finally lifted her head to meet her eyes. Warm and familiar, it steadied her unlike anything else.

She still didn't respond, but Ty Lee always seem to understand anyway. She can probably read my aura or some other spirit superstitious nonsense. Azula scoffed to herself bitterly. The fact that her and Mai even got released from the boiling rock was an insult and dishonor. They would all pay for that one day.

But for now, Ty Lee was dangling a strip of read leather in front of her face. Azula's favorite hair piece, it was worn and soft with time. She reminisced on the day her mother gave it to her, it was a much darker shade of red then, with thin strings of gold woven in to the edges. It made her heart ache, mother.

"Let's handle this then," Ty Lee mused brightly. She twirled her way behind Azula, moving smoother than royal silk. Her soft hands raked through Azula's hair in a feeble attempt to get the worst of the tangles out. Azula was prone to bouts or rage and thrashing, the nurses had long since given up attempting to keep her looking presentable. Even if she was technically still the princess.

Soon after, her hair was pulled out of her face- just the top half. Azula was reminded of... something... a beach? A volleyball net, dusk, a handsome boy, a beautiful smile, a bonfire, a monster.

"It's okay Azula," Ty Lee was kneeling in front of her now, hands placed on the bound girls knees, "I won't leave you behind,"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay this one was drammaaaaaa I really tried to keep the characters true to how I think they would act if this actually took place in the show I hope you enjoyed! xoxo

[ambroziadelphine]

Bitch Boy Chapter 3

Masterlist Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

I relaxed like that for a good 30 minutes before the door to the change room opened, the same woman from before with the long dark purple hair and kind face walked out in a towel. I sighed, turning around and folding my arms along the edge of the hot springs. I had my back faced to her, and I was not looking forward to this. Nice or not, if she's come to get me to apologize it's not happening. She stepped in the water, not saying a word but I could feel her eyes on me making me let out a deep sigh.

"If you're here to get me to apologize to him, its not happening." I said, keeping my tone flat. I may be pissed at her friend but I'm not gonna treat her like shit because of that, I'm not a total cunt.

"I actually came here, to apologize for him." She said, her voice soft and meek, I could tell she was nervous and I sighed in defeat, turning around to face her.

"Don't." I said, my gaze firm. "What happened had nothing to do with you so don't. His actions are his own and if he wants to apologize to me, he can do that himself." I said, giving her a small smile to show I wasn't too mad. She gave me a small smile, a light blush on her cheeks.

"I'm Hinata Hyuga." She said, holding a hand out for me to shake which I took.

"Etsuko Komochi." I said, letting her hand go before leaning back a little. "So, how exactly did a sweetheart like you become friends with an asshole like that?" I asked, chuckling as she looked surprised by my words.

"We're teammates, and he's not usually like that." She said and I made an 'ahhh' expression.

"I see, you still have the same team from when you became a Genin, I get it." I said, nodding slightly as she smiled.

"Yea, we all work well together so we've just kinda, stuck." She said, a fond look on her face.

"I wish I still had a team like that." I said, smiling sadly as I remembered my old team.

"What happened to them?" Hinata asked hesitantly, I looked up at the late afternoon sky, the memories of our last mission flashing through my head.

"We had just graduated and were on a mission. My Sensei Jade, my teammates Katorīna Uchiha and Emi Akimichi. Emi was quiet, shy but strong, she barely ever said a word. Katorīna was more outgoing, always looking for someone to help or comfort. She was like the mom of the group, prepared for anything, and she was good. Really good, even without her sharingan... But we were ambushed while exiting the land of fire, headed to a boat to Kagegakure." I said, my look was somber as I pictured the ambush. "Enemies were coming at us from everywhere, using a secret jutsu to conceal themselves from us. We were fresh out of the academy, it was only a C-rank mission to deliver a minor package to the Kurakage, it was supposed to be safe." I said, my voice breaking a little at the end but I took a deep breath before I continued.

"Being only Genin, we weren't able to fend them off easily. So, my sensei told us to run back to the village with the package, she said she would be right behind us.." I said, Hinata moved closer to me, setting a hand on my arm with a comforting, encouraging smile as I blinked away tears from the tragic day. "We ran, but panicked as the attackers split into groups, leaving my sensei fighting while the other group went after us. Emi managed to take down one of the shinobi following us, but she ended up separating herself from us as she attempted to lead the others away. I'll never quite be able to forget the terror I felt when I heard her scream." I said, goosebumps covering my skin as I could almost hear it, just like when it had plagued my nightmares for weeks.

"There were still four of them tailing us by the time we got about half way back to the village, I've never had to run so fast in my life." I said, taking a breath as I felt my throat tighten. "They threw shuriken at us, some managed to cut us, while others we dodged, but we couldn't get away from them fast enough. Some of the attackers ran up ahead to cut us off, cornering us between them. Katorīna was so brave as she stared them down, I was back to back with her when the attackers suddenly charged." My voice cracked again as Hinata gently rubbed my back.

"We can stop if you want." She offered gentle making me smile but shake my head.

"Its okay. I didn't even tell my dad about it, but the Hokage did. My dad stayed for 2 months just to take care of me while I mentally recovered, held me when I had panic attacks and nightmares about it. But he never knew exactly what I saw." I said, she nodded in a sad understanding. "I had gotten stabbed by one of the attackers, bleeding on the ground with Katorīna standing over me to protect me... She even unlocked her Sharingan for the first time that night." I said, feeling the tears threatening to fall as I remembered her face, her curly black hair in a high ponytail with her Uchiha symbol proudly worn on her back.

"Even with it though, they got her pinned against a tree as one of them pulled out a Katana. They went to strike her and I just remember screaming as loud as I could, I thought the ground even shook." I said, a tear falling slowly down my cheek. "I remember a loud ringing, men screaming and the sound of bodies dropping, before nothing. The last thing I remember was the horror on the front guards faces when I walked through the gate before I collapsed, they said I was splattered in blood with the Katana they tried to use on Katorīna in one hand, the package in the other." I finished, looking down into the water. It felt cold, I felt cold.

"What about Katorīna?" Hinata asked after a moment making me sigh.

"They never found her. They found the bodies of our attackers, but there wasn't even her scent on the scene so they couldn't track her." I said, looking back up at the sky.

"I'm... I'm sorry." She said softly, I chuckled.

"Don't worry, it was a long time ago. I've come to terms with it." I said, shrugging a bit, then I looked at my fingers and made a face. "Eww, I have raisin fingers now." I said frowning slightly making Hinata laugh.

"We should probably get out now, I'm surprised no one else had come in though." She said as we both got out, changing quickly and heading out of the hot springs together, only to see the two men from earlier stood outside, the Inuzuka boy scowling at me. I just stuck my tongue out at him, pulling my bottom eyelid down slightly.

He scowled at me, I just laughed at him. He was kinda cute when he's angry, not that I'll ever tell him that. I waved bye to Hinata, walking away a bit before I realized I never got their names besides Hinata.

"Hey, bitch boy!" I called, practically seeing smoke come out of his ears as he turned to me, a fist raised in anger and annoyance.

"I have a name, you know!" He yelled making me chuckle.

"What did you think I was gonna ask?" I yelled back, watching as he seemed stumped for a moment, his cheeks turning pink.

"Kiba." He called, a little less aggressively then before making me grin. Maybe he's not a total ass like I thought.

"Etsuko Komochi!" I called, waving bye to the group before walking off, leaving Kiba staring after me, dumbfounded what just happened.

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I made it to the training grounds where Kakashi was facing off Naruto and Sakura just as the sky started to turn orange, the sun only just beginning its decent. I quietly made my way over to where my dad was sitting on a branch, Lady Tsunade and Shizune standing under the branch as they watched the fight.

"So, what'd I miss?" I asked jokingly making my dad shake his head and chuckle, Tsunade and Shizune giving me an amused smile.

"Glad you could join us." Tsunade said, glancing at me with a smirk. "Where exactly did you go running off to?" She asked, my dad chuckling and crossing his arms.

"Yea, normally you'd be stuck to Kakashi like glue." He joked making me swat his arm.

"I was enjoying the hot springs actually, before you start perving on the women in there." I said, he sulked at me words as Tsunade and Shizune laughed.

"You haven't missed much." Tsunade said, making me raise an eyebrow as I looked at the broken ground in front of me where the pink haired Kunoichi stood in front, Kakashi's form just barely able to be made out in all the rubble.

"I missed, nothing?" I asked, looking at her with a knowing smile. "You must have really liked Sakura to teach her that technique." I said, she smiled at me.

"Well, she is an excellent student, and a hell of a quick learner." She said, turning back to the fight

"Kakashi-sensei." Sakura called, grinning triumphantly. "Found ya, didn't I?" She asked making him sweatdrop as Naruto stood up from the ground. Kakashi jumped into plain view as he stood on one of the large pieces of earth sticking out of the ground, staring Sakura down as he planned his next move. They all then ran into the woods, us staying further behind but still keeping within visual range of them. Kakashi hid in a bush while Naruto and Sakura hid behind trees, concealing their presence as they observed the situation.

"Oops!" Kakashi yelped, jumping out of the way of three kunai Naruto had sent in his direction. Kakashi kick off a tree, leaving his position as Naruto came at him with a kunai, Kakashi doing the same as their blades clashed. Kakashi threw three kunai at Naruto, him flipping over a branch as all three impaled into the rough bark, both Naruto and Sakura facing him again as he landed. "Time for today's lesson." He started, getting into position to fight. 

"This is Shinobi battle skills, rule number one. Taijutsu." He said, charging and throwing a kick at Naruto, who ducked under. Kakashi threw a punch but the blonde dodged, jumping back onto a branch as the Jonin tried to land another unsuccessful kick.

"Hah! Gotcha!" Sakura exclaimed, running to Kakashi with her fist raised, throwing punch after punch which he expertly dodged. "I just need one shot." She muttered, slight sweat on her brow as she continued her assault.

"It won't do any good if you can't hit me." Kakashi said, still dodging as they shimmied backwards until he was backed against a tree, ducking and flipping out of the way just before Sakura's fist came up, splintering the tree trunk where she his as it fell with a loud crash. "Phew, that was a close one." He muttered making me grin before I grimaced, thinking what would have actually happened had she landed that hit before I shuddered, the visual was hauntingly grotesque.

"Shadow clone Jutsu!" Naruto yelled, throwing a handsign up as multiples of him appeared before they all jumped down in attack at the white haired Jonin.

"Fine! Bring it!" Kakashi called, putting an arm up as he punched the clones, each one disappearing upon contact with his fist before a clone was able to get behind him, reaching for the bells.

"Those bells are mine!" He yelled making me facepalm, if he had not said anything he would have easily been able to sneak the bells away. Kakashi grabbed Naruto's wrist, swinging and tossing him into a tree to which the clone poofed into a cloud of smoke, running off as more Naruto's chased after him, only for Kakashi to appear behind him making him gasp. "Dancing Leaf Shadow?!" He exclaimed in surprise, Kakashi wrapping the last three Naruto clones with long white bandages, tying them together before grabbing on as they spun, getting closer to the ground.

"That's the attack Bushy brows uses." Naruto said in shock.

"Its Kakashi-sensei's copy Ninjutsu!" Sakura said, looking at him in slight worry and surprise. The Naruto's screamed as they hit the ground, a large cloud of dirt getting kicked up in the air, only the Naruto's were all clones so Kakashi stood there alone once the dust had settled.

"Now, to fine the real one." Kakashi said, observing his surrounding when Naruto suddenly jumped out of the bushes, running towards him while making a fire sign.

"Hidden Leaf, Secret Finger Jutsu!" He yelled, Kakashi's eyes widening as he panicked, I was grinning ear to ear knowing exactly what the 'Jutsu' is.

"Oh no!" Kakashi exclaimed, almost frozen in shock.

"A Thousand Years of Death!" Naruto yelled, grinning as his fingers were aimed at Kakashi's ass as Kakashi gave a small scream as he jumped into the air, narrowly avoiding Naruto's attack. "Damnit! I thought I had him for sure that time!" He said, disappointed in his failed attack as Kakashi jump away to collect himself, only to have Sakura immediately attack him, a kick narrowly dodging Kakashi as he sped out of the way as Sakura's foot caused the tree to splinter and break. Kakashi was looking at Sakura, Naruto standing next to her, the Jonin was slightly panting at the continuous onslaught of attacks. Clearly he had underestimated them.

"Alright! Multi-shadow clone Jutsu!" Naruto yelled, creating dozens more clones all around Kakashi, even in the surrounding trees. "Let's get him!" One Naruto yelled, the rest following suit as they charged, only to have then be picked off one by one as Kakashi threw punches and kicks to any Naruto's that got to close. Kakashi stopped for a moment, surveying the still plentiful Naruto's before Sakura suddenly punched the ground, dispelling a great number of the clones as the ground cracked and broke into pieces beneath the two ninja.

"This is starting to get interesting." My dad said, Tsunade and Shizune grinning in agreement.

"They're doing pretty good, better then I thought." Shizune said, watching the battle closely.

"Just wait." Tsunade said, a proud smirk on her face. "You haven't seen anything." She said, I wasn't paying the Sanin's much attention, too busy enjoying the show to really care about this words. The three Shinobi were all on separate pieces of earth, the two younger ninja getting ready to attack again.

"Now then, what should I do next?" Kakashi asked, before taking off, again. The sun had gone down by now as I gave a quiet yawn, not having slept in the last 36 hours but still doing surprisingly okay. My dad nudged me gently and gave me a teasing smile.

"Getting tired, are we? Maybe you should go home and sleep, it is past your bedtime." He teased making me smack his arm lightly.

"I am a grown women, thank you very much." I said, huffing as I crossed my arms, my dad chuckled as Tsunade and Shizune looked at us fondly before Naruto and Sakura looking for Kakashi gained their attention again.

"Yea, but seriously, you should go home and rest." He said, a small smile on his face. "I'll come home once this is done and we can go out for something to eat, okay?" He asked, I thought for a moment before sighing and nodding.

"Fine, fine." I said, gathering the small bag I had with me. "Oh, also, I ran into some Inuzuka and Hyuga kids." I said, he looked at me and raised a brow.

"Oh?" He asked, urging me to continue.

"I got bulldozed over by the Inuzuka's dog, he was a fucking asshole at first though. The Hyuga was great though, very nice and she made sure I was alright." I said, my dad nudging me again while raising his eyebrow with a mock serious face.

"Did you tell that Inuzuka kid you were the daughter of a legendary Sanin?" My dad asked making me chuckle.

"I did actually, when I warned him not to get on my bad side after he insulted me." I said, my dad raised an eyebrow as he looked at me expectantly. 

"And?" He asked making me give a sly smile.

"He. Didn't. Believe me." I said, my dad giving out a dramatic gasp, a hand on his heart making Tsunade roll her eyes, arms crossed.

"I'm assuming you mean Kiba Inuzuka and Hinata Hyuga?" She asked and I nodded, jumping out of the tree.

"There was another guy with a hood and glasses but he didn't really say anything and I didn't get his name." I said, shrugging slightly making her shake her head lightly and chuckle.

"Shino Aburame, they're all a team." She said and I nodded with a small grin.

"Aburame, huh? cool. And yea, I know." I said making her raise a brow. "Hinata went to the hot springs, where I was headed, to try and apologize for Kiba's actions but I told her not to and then just kinda talked for a bit." I said making Tsunade nod, a smile on her face.

"She's a sweet girl. Strong too." She said making me hum.

"I'll have to see if she wants to spar then, I might need some good practice since I haven't been doing any missions for the past few years." I said, my hands folded behind my head as my bag hung on my shoulder. I waved to them all as I moved to head out before pointing at my dad. "You better tell me exactly how they beat Kakashi." I said, he raised his hands in defense.

"I will, I will." He said as Shizune turned to me with her head slightly tilted.

"How do you know they're really gonna beat him?" She asked and I just grinned.

"Oh, I bet they'll figure it out." I said before chuckling. "Kakashi has one weakness right now, if they figure it out, they'll get those bells in a heartbeat." I said, knowing they may only win if Kakashi hasn't read all of his book yet, which he likely hasn't yet. I waved bye to them all, bidding them a good night as they did the same for me.

[sweeethinny]

Hinny Fest - Day 10

I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you"- day ten

didn't know what to write, I admit, but it came out easily I think it's the best domestic hinny I've ever written

@hinnyfest

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He was at work and that seemed to be the topic of the day.

''It's easy to say you love when it's okay,'' he heard someone say. ''I want to see when everything is a mess, children screaming and running, messy house, dirty dishes, bills to pay... That's when we see true love.''

''That's why she left me,'' Cecil said, still looking sad but now a little angry. ''We wanted to have kids but as soon as our little one was born and things got tough, she dumped me for a new woman.''

''Sorry, sweetheart,'' Someone spoke, compassionate tone and low voice.

''Alright, we're getting through it.''

''But what I said is true, look when you get home, tell them you love them even when the biggest mess is happening, you'll see how their reaction is different from when everything is perfect and we are having the most romantic time together .''

Harry continued to do his work, silently in his office, until it was time to leave. He as usual closed everything, ensured that nothing had been left behind, made sure he hadn't forgotten anything…

The usual routine.

He stopped by the kids' school to pick them up, went to the bakery to buy some bread, cheese and some chocolate cookies that Ginny asked for, tried to keep the kids from sleeping in the backseat like they always did, and went home.

As soon as he arrived, he had already started to set the table for dinner — he had left a potato and chicken pie ready in the freezer — and was still trying to prevent them from sleeping without eating. Harry put them to feed Khaleesi and Sir, their cat and dog, and then made them open all the windows and curtains - it was an absurdly hot summer - and water the plants around the house. They made a mess, of course, they weren't tall enough yet and they fought over who would do what, but at least they were staying awake.

Harry and Ginny had already made the mistake of letting them sleep too early a few times, and the price they paid the next morning wasn't low.

When she arrived an hour later, Harry had already finished making dinner and was trying to settle a fight between Lily and Albus over the flavour of the juice they wanted to drink, sleep making them a little angry with each other, but he was doing a good job.

''Hello,'' Ginny walked over to him, giving him a quick kiss and then bending down to hug and kiss the kids. ‘'How are we?''

Lily and Albus went back to talking about the juice fight while James talked about what he had done at school. The three of them followed Ginny upstairs, while she went to change clothes and wash her hands, Harry finished putting all the food on the table and squeezing some oranges to put with the pineapple juice, putting together Albus' and Lily's wishes.

''No Khaleesi,'' Harry took the cat off the table, who meowed angrily at him and headed out into the garden, a place she loved to hang out during the summer.

While everyone else didn't come downstairs, Harry made sure the dirty dishes wash themselves, as well as the clothes in the laundry room, remembered telling James to put away his toys that were scattered in the living room, put away the things that were out of place around the house and took the dry clothes off the line, folding them and leaving them in a pile, later Ginny was going to take each one to its proper place, but now he just wanted to sit down and eat.

''Yummy, it looks great,'' Ginny set the kids up in the chairs and Harry served them, they were both hungry and tired so dinner was always quieter, everyone concentrated on the food.

James was almost asleep on top of his plate at the end of the meal, which indicated that it was bath time.

Harry and Ginny took turns, while she helped with the children's baths, he made the beds and sorted out the pyjamas. As long as they could still get the three of them to bathe in their big bathtub – one of the first things Harry bought with his first paycheck, and he would never regret it – they wouldn't waste time in the shower, having already experienced it. It was faster, yes, but with three kids who loved a mess, it became a very difficult process for a Wednesday.

He helped them dry one by one, wearing only Lily, who was the youngest and still had some difficulties putting on her clothes.

It was Ginny's turn to put the children to bed, so Harry kissed each one good night and left the room, heading for theirs.

They used to sleep late before they had kids, but then during the week, Harry and Ginny were passed out in bed before eleven at night. It was a tiring routine, they would wake up early, Ginny would drive them to school not far away (after a lot of silly arguing between the kids, as their moods were so bad in the morning), they would have breakfast together, go to work, and they only saw each other again during lunch, and that was only sometimes. He wished he could stay awake with her longer, but it was eight-thirty and Harry could barely stand it with his eyes open as he showered, looking at himself in the mirror inside the shower and trying to find the strength to shave.

One more day, that would be for later, he decided, putting down the razor he was using and just washing his face.

When he came out of the shower, Ginny was walking back to the bedroom, a tired smile on her face. ''They didn't even fight today, Lily barely drink her milk,''

''She'll stop asking for the bottle soon,'' Harry hung up the towel and went to their closet, looking for a pair of underwear in the drawer. ''It was like that with the other three too, remember?''

''Yes,'' Ginny hugged him, her warm hand touching his cold skin and making him shiver. ''This weekend, Mum will take them,''

''Hm,'' Harry smiled. ''What do you want to do?''

''Today, if I had to decide, I'd tell us to do nothing, just sleep, no interruptions,'' They laughed, but Harry might have agreed with that. ''But then I thought we could do something. Go out a little, I don't know, it's been a while since we've done anything, just the two of us, outside the house.''

''We can do it,'' Harry took her hand, kissing her ring, as he always did. ‘'I'll think of something. Now go take a shower, I'll make the kids' lunch tomorrow,''

''Let me do it,'' He denied.

''I'd rather you handle the clothes,'' Ginny groaned in frustration, leaning her forehead against his bare back.

''Urg, I hate storing clothes,'' He knew, and that's why he always preferred to spend more time in the kitchen.

She left, went to the bathroom and Harry finished getting dressed, only old trunks and flip-flops, so he went back downstairs and into the kitchen, starting to pack the children's lunch boxes. After a few years of experience, Harry and Ginny realised that losing a few hours of comfort in bed at night was far more worth it than having to get up early to cook; it was a double-edged sword, but this was a less painful stab.

James ate everything, so his lunch box was never a problem; Harry made a sandwich he had already asked, put in two pieces of cake, some fruit, and a granola bar that he loved to eat while waiting on the way out or in the car back home.

Albus didn't like to eat sandwiches like that, so for him, Harry would knead the slices of bread until they were thin, and fill it the same way, but then roll the bread, as if it were a Japanese food that Albus loved. He only got him a piece of cake, as he wasn't eating as much as James. For him, instead of the granola bar, Harry added some more fruit, which he also liked to eat in the car.

Lily was the most selective. For her, at the age of five, everything needed to be more beautiful to the eyes than necessarily to the taste. Harry was more dedicated to hers, with star and bunny cutters, plastic flower sticks and paper towels decorated with her favourite characters. It was the same food, but it took Harry a lot longer to arrange everything beautifully than anything else. She also only got one piece of cake, but less fruit, as she wasn't eating much.

By the time it was all over—and after Ginny had finished putting away the clothes—it was close to ten o'clock. They were talking while she in the laundry room folded the clothes and hung up the ones that were clean now, and Harry made sure the kitchen was clean by tomorrow morning. When they went to bed, they were already too tired to do anything, so he just gave her a kiss and hugged her.

''I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you" He said, kissing her forehead once more, remembering what he was listening to at work earlier. Ginny laughed softly, hugging him tighter.

''Hm, that took me by surprise,'' she said, smiling. ''I feel that way too,'' She kissed him. ''I love you.''

''Love you too.''

[mfrancislewrites]

Excerpt from Deja Va: a Percy Jackson/Song of Achilles crossover in which Silena is Patroclus reincarnated

Relationships: Silena Beauregard/Clarisse La Rue, Silena Beauregard/Charles Beckendorf, Patroclus/Achilles

Tags: Character study, slowburn, Asian!Silena, POC!Annabeth, Lesbian Clarisse La Rue, angst with no happy ending, bittersweet ending, fluff sprinkled in

Excerpt word count: 706

Silena's POV

When I was ten, I had a dream about a golden boy. He looked to be my age, though he held himself like a king; his sharp jaw raised to the heavens as he bared his white teeth. It was a grin, I'm sure, but the fire in his sharp eyes held more than a boy. Even at ten years old, he looked fit to rule a nation. I could see the battles he'd fight in the years to come, and the women he would win. Prophetically, I saw a lean, brown woman with big eyes and pink lips. She would share his home in an unknown nation only a decade or so in the future, and she would forever be marked as his.

But for now he was just a boy, and I, his friend. He reached out for me, his palms calloused from work and play when they held mine. Blonde curls fell into his eyes, and he pushed them away with the purple stained hands of a child as he pulled me towards the shore.

"Come on, Patroclus!" he sung in his youthful tenor. "You won't believe what beautiful shells I found today when I visited my mother!"

"But I don't want to go!" I protested, locking my knees to stay in place. The voice that came from my throat was not my own, but in that moment I didn't seem to care. Much like watching a good movie, I was simply embodying another character. At ten years old, I saw nothing wrong with this.

"Oh come on!" he groaned. "What are you so scared of?"

"You know exactly what," I said. "Besides, I don't see the point when you could easily bring the shells here."

"But it's the experience of finding the shells that makes it so exciting," the boy answered, grinning from cheek to cheek. He squeezed my hand. "Pleaaaaase?"

In the end, I knew it was hopeless to fight. If he wanted, he could simply order me to go. Despite the friendship that's bloomed between us, his word was still the final say. It was frustrating. Just thinking about it made me want to scream and beat my arms across his chest. How dare he live such a glamorized life when I had nothing? Nothing about it seemed fair.

On the other hand, he could have nothing in the world but the clothes on his back and I would still follow him to the ends of the Earth.

"Fine," I huffed, "but only because you asked."

Somehow that cherish spread, and he dragged me to the sea. We climbed the unsteady rocks, laughing when the salt air brushed against our legs and faces. The boy found an especially tall boulder, and balanced on top of its sharp slope. He threw his head back, laughing like a wild dog while his golden arms were left outstretched to the winds. I just watched him from afar, admiring his youthfulness.

We spent a good three hours on that beach, searching the white sands for sea animals and shells. The boy found a cream-colored conch shell as large as his freckled forearm, gasping as he gripped it in both hands.

"Do you think it sings?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

He raised it to his lips and blew. A great bellowing sound rung through the air, and a perched bird from the cliffs startled and flew away. The boy laughed, collapsing to the ground in a fit of near hysteria.

"Come, join me," he said, patting the empty spot beside him.

I did, sitting nearly shoulder to shoulder with him. There was a sharp rock underneath my hip, but other than that, the position was fairly comfortable. I folded my hands in my lap and closed my eyes, listening to the water.

"Promise me you'll never leave," the boy said. He was so quiet I wasn't sure I even heard him right.

"Pardon?" I asked, turning to look at him. He stared back, his eyes as blue as the ocean's.

"Promise me you won't leave."

"I... I promise," I say.

The boy turns his head back to the sky, nodding hesitantly. "Okay. Good."

I woke up shortly after.

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[subtlehysteria]

Mate, I adore your pattern of taking those Dinluke tropes that most easily tend to turn problematic (like traumatised prisoner Luke, GNC Luke, tooka Luke) and turn those into something wholesome and lovely to read. So I’m screaming just from reading your list of WIPs because I already know the loving care combined with cosy lightness that you handle those topics with ❤️

Any Tooka!Luke snippet/hc you could share while I can’t wait?

Thank you so much it really makes my heart happy reading this!

And just because I can I'm gonna drop off a snippet of the opening scene of the Tooka!Luke fic. Enjoy! :3

Luke had a speech prepared for when he would finally meet the child. 

No really, he did. 

He’s been rehearsing it with Artoo on the flight over and was even going over it in his head as he slayed one Darktrooper after another, promising whoever the child’s guardian may be that they’d of course be given visitation rights and that this wasn’t a permanent goodbye.

Of course Luke didn’t count for the fact that the child’s guardian would be a broad, brooding Mandalorian with the most tantalizing voice Luke’s heard in his lifetime. Even with the vocoder dulling his voice’s tonality, he can tell there is a rich baritone with whispers of velvet underneath.

Still, Luke manages to say his beginning piece without fault, keeping a professional smile about his face and promising with the utmost sincerity that he will protect the Mandalorian’s child with his life.

The same can’t be said when the Mandalorian removes his helmet however. 

Luke had to withhold a gasp at the sight of the man’s features. Soft blockish jawline decorated in scruff, chocolate curls made a huge mess thanks to being under the helmet, thick expressive brows, a strong nose. But what really does Luke in are his eyes. 

Deep, soulful brown. The kind of eyes you can get lost in for hours on end and you wouldn’t even mind. 

He’s so entranced by the man that he doesn’t even realize he’s lost control until he hears a shrill, “Holy shit!” 

Luke startles, frowning as he spots the woman in turquoise armour staring at him with shock and horror. 

Her gaze however is just slightly above his eyes and—oh. Oh Makers no. Not now. 

With shaking hands, Luke reaches up and sure enough he finds two soft triangular ears having escaped their hiding place to sit bright and alert atop his head.

“You’re a hybrid,” one of the female Mandalorians say, which he can’t be sure seeing as they’re both wearing their helmets still. 

Luke’s tail flicks in agitation from where it’s hidden beneath his clothing, ears folding back against his head. 

“Yes. But I am also a Jedi.” 

[heximagines]

Queen I got so much trauma the hookers are my comfort family and Severen is my comfort character. (you don't gotta do it if you don't want to)

may I please request a found family fic or headcanons of a fem!reader that ran away from a unhealthy home and she meets the hookers and sev falls for her and shes not used to all the touch and affections and Jesse and diamondback take her in as parental figures and homer,Caleb and may as siblings.

Dude I 1000000% feel you on this one. I got you. Also I hope you don't mind this turned out kinda long! 😅 I got carried away. Hopefully it's wht you had in mind but if you want more focus on the family after the meeting I could do part 2?

Some kinda big triggers this one people so if you aren't in the headspace to handle hard drug use, alcoholism, toxic family dynamics, physical & verbal abuse, non-graphic sexual harassment please take care of yourself and skip this one.

And a special thank you to @turquoisebolotie for beta reading this bad boy and giving me some notes! Appreciate you. ❤️

"Another beer," your step father, Rick, slurred at you from the couch in the next room. You looked up from the vegetables you were cutting, not quite sure if you heard him. "What!?" You called back. "I said," he was screaming now, "Get me another goddamn beer!" "Oh for Christ's sake!" Your mother stormed into the kitchen, a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She brushed past you to the fridge and ripped the door open. "Can't you do anything around here?" You turned back to the cutting board and kept working. "I'm making dinner," it was just under your breath but her ears were as sharp as her temper. She delivered a harsh smack to the side of your head. "Watch your damn mouth! You owe us for letting you stay here. Without us you'd be on the streets like your brother." You swallowed down the rest of your words and averted your eyes. Sometimes you wonder if you'd be better off.

When you finished dinner you brought the plates out to the living room where you all usually ate in front of the TV. You set Rick's plate down first along with a new beer, not eager to be yelled at again soon. Then you set your mother's down but she shoved it to the edge of her little fold out table. Her appetite hadn't been the same for a while and you weren't surprised. Finally you sat on the floor and set your own plate on the coffee table. The Brady Bunch blared over the TV and your eyes glazed over as you half watched half daydreamed of a world where your family problems were solved over the course of one episode. A half hour interval where all your issues could be wrapped up with a neat little bow. You went to take a bite of your food when suddenly the full, unopened can of beer you'd brought out for Rick beamed off the side of your head. Your fork fell from your hands and you reached up to grab where he'd hit you. "Fuck!" "It's warm you idiot! Get me a cold one!"

Your days went much like that and those were the good ones. The only times they got better is when your mom spent all evening doped up and nodding out on the couch, too blissed and comatose to argue or fight with you. You found solace in the night time when they were asleep. You waited until midnight and then you could tiptoe out of your room and around the house. You were eternally grateful they weren't easily roused. It was times like these where you could do little things without being screamed at. Watch what you wanted on TV at a low volume, steal Rick's beer from the fridge, eat the leftovers your mom had left. You knew they'd never notice. They didn't notice much of anything. When they weren't outright abusive they were negligent and that suited you fine. You weren't a little kid who needed them, you were a grown woman. So why did you stay? Each day the answer became less clear to you. Maybe you were scared to end up like your brother, maybe you had just grown complacent in your routine, or maybe you just lacked faith in yourself all together. You turned the TV off before grabbing your half full beer and going to sit out on the wooden stoop your brother had built for the trailer. You sipped at the can and stared off past the trailer park and into the night. Wondering what was out there for you.

"You fucking bitch! C'mere!" Scott Mathis, a friend of Rick's, shot his hand out towards you and tried to grab your leg from his position on the floor. You'd been walking past him after dropping off yet another drink to Rick when he'd grabbed your ass. On instinct you punched him in the balls. You honestly hadn't even meant to do it, it just happened! He grabbed your left leg and you jerked it hard, kicking him in the stomach now. Rick came up behind you and grabbed you up in a headlock. "Have you lost your damn mind, girl!?" You kicked as he lifted you off the ground, desperate to get free. "You put her down Rick!" Your mother bolted out of the kitchen like a bat out of hell. Only she and your actual dad were allowed to put their hands on you, that was the rule she had. Rick dropped you to the ground only to turn on your mother and smack her across the face. "You bastard!" She spat at him before swinging on him but you knew your mom didn't have the strength she used to have, the drugs had eaten away at what muscle mass she'd had. You watched as Scott slipped out the door, still cussing you, before wedging yourself between your mom and Rick. His fist connected with your eye and the pain split through your head. You reeled back and threw your arms up to defend yourself but he just kept going, even grabbing one of your arms and pulling it away to get another shot at your face. Your mother stood back and just watched the scene unfold this time, so much for her rule.

You did your best to fight back, but Rick was a big guy. It wasn't over until he was a gasping sweaty mess, he shoved you to the ground with one last kick. "Fuck this shit! I don't need this! I'm going back to live in Lori's garage!" Finally your mother kneeled next to you on the ground, nails digging into your shoulder. "Oh you go back to fucking Lori then Rick! I don't need you! Y/n makes more money at the diner!" Your eyes darted up to her and you had to bite your tongue. She let him beat you and now she wanted you to take care of her? Typical. Rick stormed out of the trailer, slamming the door as he left and rattling the frame of the trailer. Your mother didn't stay by your side long or offer you a hand to get up. She quickly beeline for her stash, eager to forget her own troubles.

She spent the rest of the day and evening on the couch, head lolled off to the side, a steady web of drool flowing past her lips and a belt now hanging loosely around her arm. You stood in front of the phone, staring at it as if it could jump up and bite you. You glanced over at the firmly shut front door then back and finally you grabbed it off the hook and dialed your brother's number. It rang and rang but no answer came, you hoped and he didn't get evicted again. But you honestly weren't sure. The answering machine clicked and you hesitated before simply hanging up. There was no point in trying to get him to come home. You knew Rick would be back and your brother refused to live under the same roof as that dickhead.

You wandered back into the living room and looked down at your mom with a sigh. You pulled the belt away from her arm and tossed it over the back of the couch before laying her down on her side, much more comfortable than being folded over on herself. You'd started to notice a prominent curve forming in her spine lately. Without orders being barked at you you weren't sure what to do so you paced around the house holding a bag of peas to your bruising eye.

After a while you threw the melting veggies into the sink and started to pick up around the trailer simply desperate for something to keep your hands and mind occupied. As you tidied you came across a set of long forgotten car keys. The battered Chevette out front hadn't moved since your mom rear ended an elderly woman on 4th of July and lost her license. You peeked back in at your mom before looking to the door once again. Now or never. Quickly you snatched up the keys and scurried back into your room to pack a bag. You knew Rick would be back, you knew things wouldn't change, you knew they were only getting worse. Every logical part of your brain urged you to leave. But you still had to choke back the bitter taste of guilt that built in the back of your throat. Your hands shook with nerves as you zipped up the duffle and hauled it over your shoulder before darting across the hall to your mom's room.

You tiptoed over to Rick's side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. Inside was his Beretta along with a box of ammo and underneath was a porno mag with a girl, who was probably younger than you, stretched across the cover. You gagged and tried to pretend you didn't see that before fishing out the gun and bullets. You glanced anxiously over your shoulder, just anticipating the beating you'd get if you were caught. But no one was there. You slammed the drawer shut and shoved the gun in the waistline of your pants.

Ready as you would ever be, you stood 2 feet away from the front door. 2 feet away from freedom. You looked back at your mom and tried to remember what she was like before how she was now, before she became a shell of a person. But no memories came to the surface. It was almost like she'd always been this way. You snuck over to press a kiss to the top of her head anyway. "I'm sorry." Then, with all your courage, you dashed out the door and to the car.

You tossed your bag in the back and eyed the large crack her head had left in the windshield upon impact. You weren't sure if the car would even run after all this time but you settled in and jammed the key into the ignition anyway. You turned it and it sputtered before dying. "Come on!" You cranked it again and it sputtered once more but with some encouraging oomph. "Almost! You got it!" "Hey!" Rick's voice was like a whip that cracked though the dusk. Your head shot up and you saw him running for you full like the raging bull he was. You bolted up to slam the lock down on the passenger side door just as he grabbed at the handle. He slammed his fist on the window, making it rattle. "Get the fuck out of there!" He headed for the driver's side now but you slammed that lock down too. Your skin prockled and your breath caught in your throat as you turned the key once again. The engine turned over and the car rumbled to life. You weren't the religious type but you thanked God anyway. Rick pounded away at the window still screaming, red faced and eyes bulging out of his head, but you threw it in drive and floored it. The car hesitated for only a moment before shooting off, the back tire going over Rick's foot and leaving him crumpled on the ground. You laughed incredulously as you watched him from the rear view.

You drove for hours and hours, until the sun would soon start rearing its head again. You just wanted to put as much distance between you and them as possible. But now you were exhausted, the adrenaline wore off forever ago and your eyes struggled to stay open. You pulled up to a motel just as the sky was twinging with a hint of light. You rubbed your good eye and reached into your bag to pull out a wad of tip money you'd been saving up. You counted $576 and you reasoned with yourself that you could afford the luxury of a room tonight. You hadn't seen yourself but you knew you needed to get cleaned up.

You shuffed into the empty office and looked around before approaching the counter. A little hand written sign rested there beside a bell 'ring for service'. You tapped out a gentle ding and waited a few moments, but no one came. You tapped it again, a bit harder, and wondered if you should wait in your car for a more decent hour. Just as you were turning around to retreat the door burst open and a tall lean man practically threw himself inside. You reeled back in surprise and it seemed you caught him off guard too. He cleared his throat and straightened up, nodding to the counter. "Anyone here?" You tilted your head down, unable to meet his focused gaze. "I, uh, I don't think so. I was going to wait in my car." He hurried passed you and you jumped away from him. He kept looking at you as he slammed his hand down on the bell over and over again.

Eventually a young lady emerged from the back, yawning and rubbing her eyes of sleep. You felt bad she was woken up. "I need to rent one of your rooms miss." The woman seemed to need a minute to figure out what was being said, still groggy, but the man was impatient. He slammed some cash down on the counter. "I need to rent one of your rooms." He looked over his shoulder towards a window, anxious. "Yeah, I heard you," she yawned and stretched languidly before taking his cash. "Got one left." She grabbed the key and was about to hand it to him. "Wait!" Both their heads shot over to you, him because of the interruption and her because she'd just noticed you. As she took in your injuries she snatched the key back and eyed the annoyed man warily. You shook your head when you realized what she must be thinking. "No, no, just…" "Just what?" the man spat out, eyes still glancing over to the window. "I was here first! I need that room!" With no hesitation the young lady behind the counter shoved his money back at him and beckoned you over. "You got it." "I already paid," the man insisted. "Look at her!" The girl pointed at you, making you shrink back. Did you really look that bad? Your eyes shot over to a grimey mirror just behind the counter and through the dust you caught your reflection for the first time. Your eye had swollen up, blooming dark blue and purple around the socket. Your lower lip was busted open and blood crusted around the wound and down your chin. A bit of blood also clung around the edge of your nostril. You actually looked pathetic. So much so it made your stomach turn. It made you mad at yourself. Your eyes darted back to the man's and he gave a deep sigh.

Just as he was relenting the door opened again, this time a curvy woman with bleached hair scurried in. "Jess what is taking so long? We a need to get inside now," she hissed at him. "Well," he gestured to you, "she's got the last room." The new woman's eyes focused on you and all of this attention was really wearing on your nerves. Enough people had seen you like this. "Forget it." You brushed past everyone, the girl at the counter calling out for you, and ran back to your car. They could have the damn room.

You slammed the door shut and pressed your forehead to the steering wheel, trying not to cry. Maybe this was a sign that you'd made a mistake. That you should just turn tail, go home to take your beating, and beg for forgiveness. Your eye shifted to your hand and you saw the scar that was left there from last Christmas when your mom hand plunged a steak knife into it. No, going home wasn't an option. You cracked your windows and reclined the seat back, you'd get a bit of sleep if you could then keep driving. Just as you were closing your eyes there was a tap at your window and a muffled, "hey!" You opened them to look up and see the platinum woman standing by your car, fidgeting. You sat your seat back up and cranked the pane down lower. "Hey?" She swallowed and her eyes darted over to the beat up van they'd arrived in, you watched as other people piled out and into a room. "You wanna stay with us for the day?" You watched as the man from earlier looked back at her and she waved him off. "I, uh-" "Come on, honey. Day is too hot for you to sleep in this car. You'll roast. Besides you were nice enough to give up the room." You looked between her and the door. "Yeah, okay. Thank you."

When you entered the room behind Diamondback, as she'd introduced herself, all eyes turned to you. You paused but she pulled you further in and offered you a seat at a table, which you gladly took. The man approached and held out a hand to you, his fingers were long and crooked like the branches of a tree. You tried to shake firmly like you'd always been taught. "Jesse Hooker," he glanced back at Diamondback who fixed him with a firm look, "I apologize for earlier and thank you kindly for the room." You give him a soft smile and squeeze his hand before letting go. "No problem, I'm Y/n." Diamondback jumped in then. "Y/n, this is Homer," she pulled a sour looking young boy over to her side then gestured to a young couple, "that over there is Mae and Caleb." The pretty girl waved at you with a small smile and her boyfriend tipped his hat before taking it off completely. "And that's-" "Severen." A tall dark haired man interrupted her, coming to lean into your eye line. You turned your head to take him in. He was handsome with stubble peppered along his strong jaw, striking blue eyes, and lips that split his face in a large grin. You noticed how he had a small gap between his front teeth and decided it suited him well. "Hi." His grin grew impossibly wider. "Hey there." Diamondback gripped Severen by the back of his leather jacket and yanked him back into his chair. "Mind your manners, Sev." "I am!"

You excused yourself to get cleaned up and as you were tentatively wiping the dried blood from your split lip you could hear muffled conversation from the other side of the bathroom door. You wondered if they were talking about you but tried to push that thought down. You knew it was risky to spend the night in a motel with complete strangers. For all you knew they could be serial killers, or werewolves, or in a cult. You tried to ease down your frenzied brain with logic. They could be thinking the same of you right now, after all, you did look like you just crawled through hell. When you emerged they fell silent, confirming that they had indeed been talking about you. Diamondback came to you and gently brushed a thumb over your cheek, you flinched back and she quickly withdrew her hand. "Sorry. You look much better." "Feel a bit better," you nodded. She guided you back to the table you sat at before, where Jesse and Severen had started a game of poker.

"So, where ya from Y/n?" Caleb spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. "Outta town," you answered vaguely on purpose. You figured the less they knew about you the better. "Where ya headed?" He pressed on. "Farther outta town." Severen chuckled and looked at him from over his shoulder. "Keep yer questions to yourself boy." He turned to you now. "Don't mind officer brown nose over there, don't know how to mind his own damn business." "Don't you go callin' me no cop!" Caleb threw his boot at the back of Severen's head. He only snorted back at Caleb like a pig. A hand flew up to cover your mouth as you giggled at his antics. This only seemed to encourage Severen, who's eyes lit up at the sound, and he added in some very impressive pig calls. "Sooooowe! Soooooooowe!" You laughed a bit louder and the others joined in. Even Jesse, who seemed rather stern when you first met, chuckled. Severen turned back to you quickly. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, searching for any way to keep you laughing. "That's just what he sounds like when he's sleepin'. I don't wanna know what it sounds like when him and Mae-" "Severen!" Diamondback scolded him again before he could finish his thought. "Don't get yourself in trouble now," you couldn't stop yourself from snickering. "I'm always in trouble, darlin'." He nodded to Jesse. "Deal her in Jess. You play poker don't ya?"

You did indeed play poker. Back before your mom met Rick and lost her job she had been a bartender. She'd sit you at a little table in the back of the bar with only a deck of cards to keep you company. One of the regulars, a rumor about town said he was your dad but you weren't sure, had taken to teaching you how to play. After a few months you would beat almost anyone who dared to challenge you. It was a nice memory and playing again made you feel warm inside. You found your smiles and laughter came easier to you than it had in years. You looked around at your new acquaintances and thought to yourself that they were like a whacky TV family. Traveling together and getting into fun misadventures. The way they barbed and teased each other lacked all of the venom and resentment you were used to from home. You weren't just at ease, Hell you felt safer in this room full of strangers than you ever did in that trailer. It was a nice feeling. Your eyes darted to the side and you caught the edge of a card poking out of Severen's sleeve. You snatched it quickly and tossed it to the center of the table. "Not very slick, cowboy." He looked at you, mouth agape but an amused twinkle in his blue eyes. Homer cackled at him. "Usually only Jesse catches him," Mae piped up. You pointed at him. "I'm keeping an eye on you." He smirked. "I hope ya do."

When you were all wound down and ready to get some sleep it wasn't terribly difficult to figure out the arrangements. The room was thankfully a double. Each of the couples took a bed, Homer claimed a stuffed chair on the corner, and Severen stayed in a chair by the door insisting you take the beat up couch. You tried to convince him it'd hurt his back but he said, "If I ain't worried about it why are you?" Those words stuck with you as you laid down to try and sleep. You must had been exhausted because the next time you opened your eyes it was because Severen was up and shuffling through his bag. You sat up and tried to rub your eye, forgetting how tender it was. You hissed and yanked your hand back. He looked up at you and spoke in a hush, "I wake ya?" "No, no worries," you whispered back. Your feet found the floor and you stretched your arms out. You could feel his gaze on you but he didn't say anything else. He finished pulling out fresh clothes before heading for the bathroom to shower and change. One by one the others also woke. But you didn't want to impose on them any longer, you grabbed your bag up and slung it over your shoulder. You reached your hand out to Diamondback with a smile. "Hey, thank you." She returned your smile and shook your hand. "Thank you too honey. Travel safe now." You almost didn't want to let go of her but you made yourself drop her hand. You nodded and waved goodbye to the others, just catching Severen as he left the bathroom, his hair still damp and only in his jeans. You averted your gaze and slipped out the door. As you closed it softly behind you you were sad to go.

You looked back up to the Chevette and you were startled to see 2 cops shining their flashlights inside. You gasped and ducked behind the van parked just out front, staying low to the ground. Rick must have reported the car and his gun as stolen. You just escaped one prison and you weren't about to go to another. Beside you the motel door opened and Severen stepped outside, still shirtless, with a cigarette hanging between his lips. He looked at you quizzically and opened his mouth to say something but you held a finger up to your own lips. His eyes darted from you over to the cops milling around your car then back to you. "Hey!" one of them called out to him. You flung yourself under the van.

From the gap you could see their feet as they approached Severen. "You see the girl driving that car?" You held your breath as you waited for him to answer, praying he wouldn't sell you out. You heard a small spark as he lit his cigarette and took a long drag. "Yeah I did." You flinched and buried your face in your hands waiting to be dragged out from under the van. So much for your great escape. A silence stretched on before the cop pressed him, "well where'd she go son?" You heard him shift. "That way, bummed a cigarette and asked for the bus station. Somethin' 'bout goin' east. Far east." You could have cried as relief flooded your whole body, making you sag into the asphalt under you. You didn't even realize how tense you were. You heard the officer get on his walkie and radio in. "Suspect heading to the bus station, planning to go eastbound. Thanks son." You watched their feet as they ran off and then there was a long silence. After a moment Severen's grinning face appeared in the gap under the van. "Hope ya weren't planning on going east." You took a deep breath. "I seriously thought you were about to throw me to the dogs." He scoffed at you. "Oh ye of little faith. Come on out now, they're gone." You crawled out from under the van and he took your hand to help you up. "You got yourself into a heap of trouble huh?" You glanced back over your shoulder. "Worth it." He glanced between you and your car. "Looks like you're out a ride. But you're in luck. I'm good at gettin' new ones. As long as you don't mind more trouble."

Severen led you nonchalantly onto the lot of the used car dealership. Your head whipped around nervously but he seemed so sure it made a bit of confidence bloom in your chest. You watched him kick the tire on a black Ford Bronco. "This'll do." He hurried to the driver's side and popped the lock with shocking ease. He slid inside and reached over, opening the passenger door for you. You both stayed low to the floor as he set to work. "Now watch and learn." He pulled some wires down from under the dash and produced a tool from his back pocket. "See this bundle of wires? You need these," he showed you 2 specific wires, "the ignition and the battery." He took them and stripped the ends. You couldn't tear yourself away from his hands as they worked, admiring them. "Ya wanna twist 'em together like this." The dash lights flickered on and he grinned at you. "Now take this starter wire here, and strip it lower so it's live. Then spark." He sparked the wires and the car roared to life. "That's it baby!" Severen then pulled a screwdriver from his pocket and jammed it into the ignition, turning the engine over. Just like that you were driving off the lot, pulling out right behind the van that carried the others. You didn't ask them why they were running and they didn't ask you. You did however turn to Severen with one question. "You guys aren't like a serial killer werewolf cult right?" He howled with laughter and shook his head. "Not quite, darlin'." You nodded. "Just checking."

[bakubub]

In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

---

Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

---

Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

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[nothing-but-dreamy]

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Pairing: D:BH!CONNOR x HUMAN!READER (gender neutral)

Words: 4.058

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! mention of suicide; odd behavior; cursing; hurt - comfort;

A/N: Another day - another request...

I really hope you like it! Thanks again for your idea.

Synopsis: You are a Detective of the DPD and had worked many cases with Hank. Until something went utterly wrong. Since then, you get haunted by your past until you see only one last way out. Luckily, Connor is there to help you.

"You know you don't have to do this.", you said serious.

Sara pulled the wire of the bug underneath her shirt before it got taped on her back, "Yes, but I want to. I have to. I owe it to my sister to do this. She shall find peace finally and like the Lieutenant said, me as her twin, I have the best chance to get this bastard. He doesn't know that she's dead. Therefore, I'm your best chance to get the information you need, Detective."

"Detective..."

"Detective."

"Detective, YLN!"

As if awakening from a deep trance like state, you focused back on reality as your name got called out. Haunted by your typical dark memories, you hadn't even noticed where you were. Slowly, you opened your eyes. The owner of the calm male voice stood on the outside of your car, next to the window of the driver seat, and looked concerned at you through the glass.

You blinked several times. The sun, which already fell through your windshield because it stood so high in the morning sky, made you blind for several moments and as you moved, you noticed your aching back and neck from sleeping in the car in an unhealthy position. Obviously, you had knocked yourself out with booze again.

"Detective YLN, my name's Connor. I'm your new partner. I'm the android sent by CyberLi- I got sent from Captain Fowler to meet you. Rather, he sent me to find you because you missed a meeting this morning. And now, he wants to see you.", Connor said and watched you. Even if he had already learned a lot about human behavior from Hank, there were still some mysteries to solve.

Like: why are you sleeping in a car in a position that harms eighty percent of your muscle tissue through soreness and lets your bones and joints burn like fire when you move?

Or: why are you drunk this early in the morning-

"Hey, tin can! Shut the fuck up!", you shouted.

Connor stared at you in shock as he realized that he had asked the questions out loud instead of just thinking about them. A habit he started with as Hank had left the DPD to retire finally, "I'm sorry, Detective. I haven't notice-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... what do you want, Carlos?", you asked, searching for your flask you couldn't find.

"My name's Connor, Detective. And as I said, Captain Fowl-"

"Oh, yeah... the meeting... right. Get in the car.", you ordered and even if Connor was sure that it wasn't a good idea for you to drive in the state you were, he also knew that any kind of discussion would lead to nowhere. He still knew that from his time with Hank.

**

Twenty minutes later, for a way that only took ten minutes usually, you, followed by Connor, entered the DPD which was crowded with androids, policemen and people who were complaining about some uninteresting nonsense. You made your way through all these people, trying to dodge as many colleagues as you could - but of course, one of them caught you. Like always.

"Hey, YN! This is the DPD and not some bar. You won't find any kind of booze around here."

"Just shut the fuck up, Reed! Or otherwise, I will tell everyone that you own some pair of bright pink panties- oh, upsi! My bad!", you called out, gleaming at him with a smirk. Everyone started to laugh.

Gavin stared at you with a hate-filled glance, he was fuming, "Fuck you!", he muttered.

"Oh, sweet. That's all you got, Reed?", you shot back with a grin.

But before Gavin could respond to anything, Captain Fowler stepped out of his office, "Detective YLN! In my office!"

"And? Who's laughing now?", Gavin said with a smirk and winked at you before he left the DPD to do some work.

Connor closed the door of the office behind him as you were inside. You walked over to the Captain's desk to sit down in one of the chairs but even without looking up you sensed the anger radiating from your boss. It was tangible in the air. Without asking, you took one of the fresh glasses on Fowler's desk to throw an aspirin into it. Then, you pulled out the flask you had found finally to fill the glass with a transparent liquid.

Fowler watched you, half shocked and half concerned, "What are you doing?"

"Taking an aspirin, Sir. I have a murderous headache."

"And what was in the flask if I may ask?"

"Vo- uhm... water. Just water, Sir.", you answered before you gulped down the bubbling mixture.

Fowler looked from you at Connor who also seemed to be concerned about the fact that you had mixed pharmaceuticals with alcohol before the Captain looked back at you, "Where have you been this morning? We had a meeting."

You put the empty glass back on the desk, "Oh, yeah... the meeting. I'm sorry, Sir. I was on observation and obviously, I lost track of time.", you explained, leaning back in the chair, waiting for the aspirin and ‘water’ to do its magic.

"Observation, huh? For what case? What's the file number?", Fowler asked, leaning back in his own seat, folding his hands in front of him while waiting for your answer.

"Oh, yeah... the file number. One moment, Sir-"

Fowler slammed his plane hand on the desk's surface that you were jumping in your seat, "Cut this shit, god dammit! You have no file number because you have no current case, Detective! Let me guess, Connor had found you sleeping in your car, right? How many nights had it been this time?"

You kept eye contact but you gave him no answer. You just gritted your teeth and pressed your jaws together.

Fowler sighed, "Listen, YN, you're a great Detective but since the things with Sara happened-"

"No!", you called out, jumping from your chair and stopping the Captain mid-sentence with your sudden outburst, "We won't talk about this!", you said serious before you turned around to let your glance roam through the office with all the busy people, "Alright, Sir. What's the matter with the android? Monitoring what I do and what I don't do?"

"Connor is the former partner of Hank-"

"Oh and now, Hank doesn't want to play with it anymore so you give it to the next screwed up cop you can find?", you asked, turning around to look at Connor with his fancy clothes and neat hairstyle before you looked back at the Captain.

"Hank retired two weeks ago. I thought you knew that.", Fowler said and looked even more concerned at you.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't get invited to any funny parties nor did I got a notification. But who cares. So, the android's with me then? How long?", you asked emotionlessly.

"It's your partner now. Brief it into your cases-"

You stepped forward, aiming for the door, "Cases, Sir? What cases? You already said I have none.", you pointed out while leaving the office.

Fowler watched after you, not amused about your unpredictable behavior and the fact that you were carrying a gun.

"Sir?", Connor asked and brought the Captain back from his thoughts.

"Yeah... Listen... as you can see YN has a few problems. They used to be a good cop in the past until one of the cases they and Hank had operated went wrong. The anniversary is in two days and I fear... well...", Captain Fowler stopped himself, watching you grabbing a coffee from the kitchen.

"I will keep an eye on them.", Connor said and left the office as well.

*

Connor was surprised how carelessly you were in managing your cases - even if it were just a few. There was nothing special or difficult and yet, you weren't able to file the cases properly, "Detective, this report here, I'm not sure to which case it belongs.", Connor asked as he had read an interview of a woman who had reported her dog as missing. Added to that, the interview was part of a file about an armed theft in the heart of the city. There was no connection at all to these two cases.

Without looking up, you took a folder from your desk to hand it over to Connor, "Yeah...here. That's the case you're searching for."

Connor took the case and skimmed through the pages several times before he looked at you, frowning, "Detective, this is a file about a stolen android.", he pointed out.

"Yeah, just ... put the page in this file. I'm sure it will be right.", you said, ignoring the android's expression.

"Detective, I'm not sure-"

"Excuse me, I need some more coffee.", you cut him off, standing up to aim for the kitchen with your mug in your hands.

"And I thought Hank was challenging.", Connor whispered under his breath and shook his head while he still tried to figure out which pages were parts of which cases.

"You're a murderer, Detective! That you still think yourself as worthy enough to call yourself a cop is way out of my understanding!", a jarring, female voice echoed through the office and drew the attention of everyone to her and to the person that stood in front of her - you.

Connor craned his head to watch the scene like everyone else did. But while the attention of the others was because of curiosity and spitefulness, Connor watched you and your bodily reaction to the woman's accusations. You stood there like a timid fawn. The cockiness you presented before seemed to be gone completely. Your heart rate increased, you were shaking and your eyes became big as if you were intimidated by the woman in front of you. The woman stepped even closer and Connor watched, surprised, that you stayed where you were. Easily, you could have escaped the unknown woman and yet you stayed rooted to the spot.

"Because of you I lost both of my daughters! I already have lost the one and yet, you thought it would be fair to take the other away from me as well!", the woman screamed erratic, tears were already running down her cheeks but she was still not able to stop herself and no one else was brave enough to step into the scene, "You and your partner will pay for what you have done! You will burn in hell for that!"

"Chris! Escort Mrs. Mason into my office!", Captain Fowler ordered and stopped the woman's outburst even if it was a bit too late.

Connor saw tears building in the corners of your eyes. Quickly, your glance scanned the area but the only way you could find was the way out. You aimed for the precinct's main entrance to leave the building in a hurry. Connor followed you. He ran through the office and left the building as well but as he stepped onto the pavement you were nowhere to be seen. Like a ghost, you had vanished between all the other pedestrians.

**

Hank had just taken a new beer to watch the next half of the Detroit Gears game as someone rang his doorbell. In the penetrant way how this person used his doorbell and the way how Sumo reacted, Hank knew who the visitor was, "Connor, hey. What are you doing here? It's a bit too early to go for a walk with Sumo.", the older man said but he already saw that something else was bothering the android.

"Yeah, actually, I'm not here because of Sumo.", Connor said.

Hank let him in and Connor came straight to the point that kept him busy, "One year ago, you and Detective YLN had a case together. But something went wrong. What exactly happened? I couldn't find the case file."

Hank frowned, "Why do you ask?"

"Captain Fowler teamed me up with Detective YLN because of the anniversary of this case. He's concerned about the instability of their constitution."

Hank shook his head. He missed working with the android but he didn't miss the long-winded explanations of him. Then, suddenly, he became serious again, "Instability, huh?"

"Yes. They seem to be so unpredictable in their behavior that Captain Fowler fears something worse will happen because the anniversary would be in two days. I ... I found them this morning sleeping in their car.", Connor explained with a frown.

Hank raised his brows in surprise and at the same time, he felt worried, "YN and I, we... In the past, we worked together on some cases. Well, that changed with our last case. Lynn and Sara Mason.", he said slowly, feeling the pain stinging his heart as he remembered what had happened one year ago.

"Why couldn't I find much about it in the archives of the DPD?"

Hank stood up from the couch, walking over to the book shelf to pull something out that was hidden between his several jazz vinyl. He walked back to Connor, offering the android the case file but stopped as Connor was grabbing for it, "You just can find the basics of this case because I kept it printed. Some wounds are so deep, it's better if not everyone is able to find a tool to reopen them all over again.", he said and gave Connor the file finally.

***

The next day, Connor drove again to your place and was happy to see that you weren't sleeping in your car again. As he knocked at your door, you opened him with a smile. You had taken a shower, your hair was still damp and your clothes were all fresh and clean. Connor noticed that you weren't accompanied by the scent of alcohol and he even couldn't smell anything in your breath as you talked with him.

"I... I want to apologize, Connor. Our start yesterday wasn't the best. I'm looking forward to working with you. I'm sure we will make a great team."

Connor knew you just one day, not enough to understand a person completely, and yet he had the strange feeling of something going on that occupied his mind suddenly by the way you acted.

"Oh, can you call a taxi?", you asked while sipping on your coffee.

"What happened to your car, Detective?", Connor asked surprised while ordering the vehicle.

You smiled at him, "Oh, I sold it. I will have no use of it anymore. And please, call me YN."

To Connor's surprise, your behavior stayed kinda strange even if he couldn't say what it was exactly. You and Connor went early to the DPD. On your way in, you talked with colleagues. You joked with Chris and as Gavin entered the kitchen, you pressed a cup of coffee into the Detective's hand which left him utterly confused.

Gavin stopped Connor by stepping into his way, "Hey, tin can. Is this coffee drugged or what is going on here?"

In the way Gavin looked at Connor, the android noticed real unease, "No, Detective. The coffee is not drugged or anything. I guess others would call it 'tasty'. You can drink it.", he said but looked frowning at you. As Connor left Gavin, the green-eyed man was still sniffing suspiciously on the hot liquid as if the mug might contain acid instead of his most favorite beverage.

Connor went back to the desk opposite of yours and was surprised to see how you cleared out the different pages of the case files. Several small piles were lying in front of you while you tried to bring them into the right order and to collate them.

Later that day, Connor was puzzled as you went to the Captain to apologize to him as well as you had done it with Connor in the beginning of the day. You apologized for your behavior the day before and of all the past weeks, "I know I did a few things wrong, Captain. But I promise to change that in the future. In fact, the change will happen soon and then, everyone will be pleased with me again.", you said before you took your jacket to leave the precinct.

Connor looked at the Captain and saw on the man's face what he was thinking: strange.

‘Strange’ was the only word Connor could find to describe your work day even although you were acting practically perfect. You were nice. You had sorted your cases. You had apologized for your behavior. And yet, something was odd. Something felt wrong. Connor sensed that something was ... going on. But he couldn't put his finger on it. So, out of instinct, Connor followed you and drove to your place with a taxi.

As he knocked at your door, you opened, smiling at him and dressed in a bathrobe, "Oh, Connor, hey. What is it? I just wanted to take a bath."

Surprised, Connor looked at you. He was sure you had taken a shower this morning so there was no need to take a bath and then, he reminded himself that he still had not much knowledge about humans and their several oddities, "Yeah, I ... I just wanted to ask if everything is alright, Detective.", he said honestly.

You smiled at him, "Of course, Connor. Everything is more than alright. I just need some time to relax and tomorrow, everything will make sense to you and the others. Thanks for checking on me, that means a lot to me. Goodnight.", you said and closed the door.

Connor stared at your closed door for several moments before he stepped slowly back to walk down the hallway. Since he turned deviant, Connor's systems needed a bit longer to process information - not much, it were just seconds, but sometimes that could be more than enough.

As Connor was still connecting the different dots and hints you had spread the whole day, Hank called him, "Connor! Where are you?"

"I'm leaving YN's place. They want to take a bath. Why? What's the matter?", Connor asked as he sensed the slightly concerned undertone in Hank's voice.

"You have to go back, Connor! Go back to them! YN hates to bath!", Hank demanded worried.

Even if Connor was confused, he turned around, walking back the way to your apartment, "Hank?"

"I just got a letter from YN. It got brought by a delivery man. It's a handwritten suicide letter. Hurry and stop them!", Hank ordered.

Connor ended the call, hurried down the corridor and without knocking, he broke down the door of your apartment. Quickly, Connor ran through your small apartment, already seeing the door of your bathroom ajar. He stormed into the room and the second his eyes landed on you lying in the bathtub with the razor blade between your fingers, he was by your side, taking the blade away to throw it into a far corner before you could even cut. Slowly but demanding, Connor dragged you out of the water, took a towel and laid it around your shaking frame because you already were ice cold. Obviously, you had filled the bathtub with cold water to support a fast sleep while your blood would have drained from your body after the cut.

You were screaming and yelling for Connor to let go of you. You demanded the razor back and that he should leave your apartment but Connor ignored everything. You punched against his chest with your fists but Connor stayed unimpressed, determined to save your life. With a strong grip, he wrapped you into the towel and also laid the bathrobe around your shoulders before he guided you out of the bathroom. You were still struggling in Connor's arms to get free. All you wanted was to end what you had started. Desperate, hot tears were running down your cheeks as you were crying violently about the fact that you were still alive. Alive and alone with the memories which were still haunting you like mean demons.

Connor placed you on the couch, sitting next to you and wrapping his arms around your frame to give you even more support and comfort while you cried against his chest, "Please, just let me die...", you cried out between two heavy sobs.

"No, Detective. I have to refuse your request."

"Cut this 'Detective' shit. Just call me YN, god damnit.", you whimpered helplessly because now, everything was just worse than you had expected. You had planned everything and yet, the android was there to destroy your neatly made plans, "What are you even doing here, Connor?"

"Hank received your letter and called me right on time."

You leant closer against Connor's chest with closed eyes, seeking the android’s presence while cursing about yourself, "Hell, the letter. I should have changed the delivery time to a later one. Then, everything would be over. All the pain. All the guilt. All the haunting.", you breathed with a sad voice.

Connor tightened the embrace around you even more, "It's about Sara Mason and her sister, isn't it?", he whispered softly, placing his chin on top of your head to enclose you even more.

You nodded, not surprised that Connor already knew it, "Yeah... it's my fault that Sara died. It's my fault that her mother lost both daughters.", you cried out, clawing into Connor's white shirt with your fingers.

"Well, I read the file. Sara came up with the idea to get bugged and to infiltrate the drug dealer who had killed her sister Lynn. I mean, the idea was good. It was just bad luck that the dealer already knew about Lynn's death and looked right through the façade you and Hank had planned.", Connor said softly. To calm you even more, he stroked soothingly over your back with his hands.

You leant back to look into the android's face and for the first time, you noticed the incredibly intense, brown color of his soft eyes, "Y-you don't understand. Not even Hank knew that but Sara didn't come up with the idea to get bugged on her own. I dropped this idea as I was alone with her and manipulated her to think it was her own idea. I mean, how evil can someone be to do this, huh?", you asked, closing your eyes about this painful memory.

Connor cupped your face, knowing that humans needed physical contact to feel secure and safe and he wanted to provide you both as well as he could. He was glad to see that you opened your eyes again and that you stayed where you were, "Listen, neither you nor Hank nor someone else could have known every single possibility in this case. The idea was good. The Captain said the same in his official statement. But ... Look, kid, sometimes bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it.", he said softly.

Through a sob of new tears because Connor was the first for a very long time that was caring about you this much, you chuckled low, "Have you... did you just quote the Lion King to cheer me up?"

Connor looked slightly caught with a sheepishly smile playing around his lips, "Yeah... Hank said I should improve my knowledge about pop culture. I binge watched all the Disney movies I could find last week. I thought this quote was suitable... Or did I have done it wrong?"

You chuckled a bit more about his innocence and strong will to help you, "No, it was pretty good. Thanks for... you know... thanks for being here with me.", you whispered low, feeling your cheeks reddening.

Connor leant back on your couch, bringing you close to his chest so you could snuggle against him, "I'm your partner now, YN. And partners are looking out for each other. You can count on me no matter what it is.", he said softly and after five minutes where he just stroked comforting over your back, he noticed your even breathing that told him that you had fallen asleep. Hank called and without making too much noise, Connor briefed his former partner that you were alright.

You were still alive. You still had a long way to go to leave your haunting ghosts behind but Connor was sure you would make it. You were strong enough to do it - and he would be by your side to support you as promised.

[missnenesworld]

during girls night out mitsuya drags nene off somewhere

His grip isn't too tight but it still hurts a little. Souya has got on his last damn nerve.

Everything is all a bit of a blur as he drags her to one of the guest bedroom's of Nori's extravagant home.

"Mitusya where are we-" But he already pulled her into a room and slammed the door. Nene had only known Mitsuya for all of two seconds but when he had looked at her before his expressions always seemed soft and calm to her. Right now though, that is not the case. Those gentle features are now slightly twisted from anger. "What's wrong? He was just being nice."

He snaps his head in her direction, brought out of his thoughts. "He's not good for you." He stalks over to her and she backs up till her knees hit the bed and she falls on it. Mitsuya grasps her jaw and makes her look up at him. He's so damn pretty even when he's mad, she thinks. "He doesn't deserve to talk to you." His thumb traces her bottom lip and her lips already parting instinctively.

"Doesn't deserve to defile such a beautiful woman." His lips are on hers in an instant and she kisses back without hesitation. Her body shivers when his teeth graze her bottom lip. She helps him unbutton her dress and slide it off her shoulders.

Every touch of his is giving Nene butterflies and makes her ache for something more. She feels weird for feeling like this for someone she just met but she doesn't want to pass this up. Especially with the way he damn near rips her panties off.

When her back hits the bed it solidifies to Nene what the hell is going to happen. "Fuck you're drippin'." Mitsuya spreads her legs, damn near pinning them to the bed. It doesn't take him long to start tracing her folds with his tongue. She lets out a shriek, caught so off guard by the warmth and wetness of his tongue.

She squirms when his lips suction around her clit and then spits on it. "Such a pretty fuckin pussy." He starts to get a little pissed again. The thought of Souya eating this instead makes him see red. She gasps loudly when his teeth grazes her clit before he's licking up her slit.

" 'Suya! Please!," she moans. She has no idea what the hell she's asking for but she's already going brainless by how sloppy he's eating her. Fucking her sloppily with his tongue, he groans. The slurping sounds are so obscene that Nene is glad there's a party going on. He's so fucking addicted already and he's only had just a small taste. Her body quivers as his tongue flicks over her clit teasingly.

"Wanna fucking cum? Beg for it," he says lowly. It even surprises him. Mitsuya's not normally one to dominate, usually wanting his partner to have control and help them with their pleasure. For now he wants to shape your insides to fit him and only him. To reshape anything that reminds Nene of another man and only make her think of him. This sudden possession is blindsiding him but also powering his confidence to wreck her beyond repair.

"Please please please 'suyaaa!" Her toes curl and she chokes on a sob when he pushes two fingers in. He almost moans with how easily her walls give way for him. His expert digits are already finding her spot that has her writhing and crying out for him.

He doesn't like how she's subtly trying to push him away. He slaps her clit and chuckles when she shrieks out. "Fuck 'suya please. I want it so bad," she whines. Makes his cock pulse in his jeans.

"It's Takashi baby. Wanna hear you scream it out." A tremor runs down her whole body when he fucks his fingers deep into her spot.

Her fingers clutch his hair as he spits on your clit again and sucks it into his mouth. She's panting out and cussing and crossing her eyes. "I- I'm close! Ta… kashi! Cumming! Cumminggg!" She can't even control her voice right now and she doesn't care.

Her thighs squish his face as she cums hard and he continues to lick her clit slowly. She pants hard as she comes down from her high. "How you feelin cutie?"

" 's good Taka. You're so good," she babbles. Perfect, he thinks, she's fucked dumb already. Takashi stands up and pulls his shirt off and unbuckles his pants. She watches him through low lids and blown out pupils. "Want it. Want you," she murmurs.

"Just wait." He pulls down his pants and boxers and hisses slightly when his cock is free. Nene feels herself get dragged to the edge of the bed, ass hanging slightly over the edge. That’s when she gets an eyeful of what would be considered a cervix destroyer. Real thick. Seven maybe eight inches. So many veins. Swollen pink tip dribbling precum.

“Taka it won’t fit… ‘s big.”

“I’ll make it fucking fit. Just take it pretty.” His tip rubs over her clit and it makes her jolt slightly.

He collects her arousal on his tip and teases her entrance slightly. His lilac eyes look up at her and he can't help but find her so beautiful laid out for him. "Shit," he curses under his breath when he starts to push in.

"Taka it's too much," she whines but he ignores her complaints and instead rubs a thumb over her clit.

"Fuckin' open up for me baby," he growls a bit as he shoves himself inside further.

"Oh god!," she yells out, clenching the sheets tightly. "Taka 's big please!"

He shakes his head. "You're gonna take it yeah? Be a good girl and take what the fuck I give you." She nods her head trying not to think about how he's splitting her open. Tears sting her eyes already when he bottoms out.

He's got her legs thrown over his shoulder now and he's aiming right for her sweet spot again. Every time he pushes back in her body shakes. She feels so fucking full. It's so deep. God that's all she can think about. Why is it so deep?

"Fuck Taka!," she whines. "Want a kiss please."

Takashi can't deny her. So he positions her legs at his waist and leans down. The kisses are sloppy, all spit and tongue. She's moaning into his mouth every hard thrust into her tight hole.

Meanwhile the lilac haired man is savoring this moment. It's been so long since he's felt a pretty cunt wrapped around him. Always too busy to make connections with women but refuses to just fuck anybody. But Nene is just anybody technically. No, there's something different.

He pulls away and admires how even brainless she got with his deep slow strokes. His fingers skim the skin over her chest and move up to her neck. He wraps a hand around her neck. "Open that pretty mouth." Obediently she opens and even sticks her tongue out. Nori was absolutely right. This quiet girl is a freak behind closed doors. He sticks his tongue out and lets a glob of spit flow onto her tongue. "Go head and swallow."

His hand doesn't leave her neck. Instead it gets tighter as he picks up the rhythm of his hips. She's stuttering and her eyes are rolling back. Her pussy clenches hard around him and he lets go of her neck. When she finally fills her lungs with air it's knocked back out by her orgasm and the brutal assault Mitsuya does on her walls.

"Taka I can't," she sobs as he continues his rough pace. She pushes at his lower abdomen, surprised to feel it's so firm. He doesn't like that at all.

He removes his hand from around her throat and grabs both your hands and holds them above your head. By now she's whimpering about how she can't take it but he notices how she's rolling his hips into his so he can nudge an even deeper spot.

If Souya could see Nene now. Taking every single inch Takashi is giving her and creaming all over him, creating a mess on the sheets. Her shrill cries and desperate moans of more. He hopes Souya will never see her like this.

The thought makes him fuck even harder into her. She came a couple times already and doesn't even know when because he keeps drilling into her. There's tears running down her cheeks, sobbing from the pleasure. She hasn't been fucked this good in so long.

One particular thrust makes her body convulse and her cunt to start spurting liquid essence. Takashi finally slows down when he notices what happens. "Fuckkkk, want you to squirt on me some more."

She's on the brink of damn near passing out when he turns her over, belly pressed to the mattress and ass sticking up. Her legs are shaking tremendously as she tries to hold herself up.

When Takashi pushes back in he's moaning already. "So fuckin' tight." She's crying and whimpering into the sheets as he goes back to his deep hard pace, pressing his weight on her body. "You look pretty just like this." He kisses her cheek, her jaw, pecks over her lips. The gesture is so sweet compared to how ruthless and brutal his pace is right now.

His balls are slapping her clit and she feels so fucking close again. "Taka… close again…," she whines. More fresh hot tears stream down her face and her jaw slacks as he goes even faster. He looks down at her as she looks up at him and god he's never seen something as beautiful as a woman about to burst from their orgasm. "Taka!! Yes! Fuck yes!"

Every nerve of hers is on fire at this point as she starts cumming again. He lets her ride out her high with a few shallow thrusts before he's pulling out and jerking off over her ass. "Fuuuuck," he sighs as he unloads on her ass.

He sweetly leaves kisses on the backs of her shoulders and rubs over her back to help her relax. "T- Taka can I have some water please?" Her voice is small and shaky and he smirks a little at that.

"Mkay baby." He pauses for a second. "Still wanna share a blunt?"

She laughs tiredly. "Sure Takashi. I'll share a blunt with you."