#50s tease loops

[atomic-chronoscaph]

TGIF

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

[1wn8ure fell from a high place]

[IfLokiWasAFox fell from a high place]

@1wn8ure and I can't seem to stop falling to our deaths in caves, we're just cursed like that. Anyways, we were joking the other day about how we might as well be called Fall Duo 'cus we just keep falling so I thought I'd do a drawing of that — then the hyperfocus kicked in and I did more work on it than intended :P

[minhmynchi]

man . i think it would be fun for everyone's human loops to meet each other

[rafeandonlyrafe]

cocaine in my lipgloss

dedicated to my angel my babygirl my love @rafestar

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, drunk use, drinking, partying, male receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex

“hey barry.” you plop down on the couch next to him, glad that you were able to find him amongst the crowd at the party.

“hey princess.” barry smirks at you, eyes skimming over the front of your dress, training in on your clevage.

“how much for a baggie of blow?” you ask.

“for you? or for someone else?” barry raises his eyebrows, surprised that you’re asking for yourself, usually getting whatever you want paid for by guys who want to get you in bed.

“for me, silly.” you giggle, knowing you’re playing into the dumb slut persona that you’re not even ashamed of.

“$100 will be fine for you, princess. $75 if you give me a kiss.” barry smirks at you, not so subtly rubbing at his crotch.

you roll your eyes but grin at barry for the offer, pulling a couple bills from between your breasts and handing over two crisp $50 bills. “maybe next time on the kiss, yeah?”

barry hands you the baggie of cocaine. “next time.”

you take the baggie and head towards the bathroom, peaking in first to make sure no one is fucking in the tub before closing yourself in and locking the door. you pull your lipgloss out and set it on the counter before opening up the medicine cabinet to find a pair of tweezers.

you pull the stopper out of the lipgloss before kneeling down, sticking your tongue out as you concentrate on tapping most of the powder into the lipgloss. you swirl it around before placing the stopper back on, leaving the rest of the baggie on the counter for some lucky person to find.

you head out of the bathroom, moving past the grinding and dancing bodies until your eyes land on rafe. you swipe the lipgloss over your lips before heading over to him.

“hey handsome.” you smirk at him. rafe sets his drink down, instantly ignoring the girl that was desperately trying to flirt with him.

“hey baby, how are you?” rafes voice is soft yet still deep. you’ve hooked up with rafe a couple times, usually after getting way too drunk or high at a party, and you’re ready for more after feeling the jealousy course through you upon seeing him dance with someone else.

“good.” you wrap an arm around his shoulders, able to easily reach him as he sits on a stool, your head already feeling fuzzy from the coke mixed into your lipgloss. “would be better if you kissed me.”

rafe glances quickly to your lips, the shiny material glistening as he leans in, pressing your lips together. rafes eyes roll back in his head, a gentle moan forcing out of his mouth and into yours as you kiss.

“holy fuck.” rafe mumbles, licking your strawberry flavored lipgloss off his own mouth. 

“wanna take me upstairs?” you ask, excited to have rafe while you’re not fully gone yet, for once both of you will be able to remember the hookup.

“hell yes.” rafe places his hand on your lower back, quickly leading you up to one of the guest bedrooms, his head swirling with excitement, the drugs he didn’t even realize he was ingesting through the gloss on your lips. you make sure to reapply before he locks the door.

“hated seeing you dance with that girl.” you pout. “just wanted you to fuck me.”

“aw, come on baby.” rafe laughs as he loops an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his. “you know i only come to these parties to hook up with you.”

you smile briefly at rafe before it's wiped off your face as rafe leans down and kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. his hand moves down from your waist to your ass, gripping it in palm, squeezing as he backs you up towards the bed.

“let me see those pretty tits, come on.” rafe grunts as he pulls away, using his free hand to tug the front of your dress down, revealing your bra. you giggle at his impatience, stepping away to pull your dress off over your head.

rafe smirks as you slow the pace down, reaching behind your back with a teasing smile, slowly unhooking your bra. it undoes, but you're still slow to let the straps fall off your shoulders before the rest of the material falls to the floor, baring yourself to rafe.

he doesn't say anything, doesn't need to use his words as he kisses you, hands gripping your chest, thumbs swiping over your nipples as he plays with your tits.

“god.” rafe moans against your lips. “your kiss feels like heaven.”

you can't help your giggle, knowing it's from what you so carefully tapped into your lipgloss. your hands move underneath rafes shirt, feeling his muscles contract as you pull away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head.

“you gotta suck me off baby, please.” rafe groans, wanting to experience your mouth elsewhere. he's pretty sure this is the first time you've gotten on your knees for him as you reach into your pile of clothing on the floor, swiping on some more lip gloss, giving rafe a wink as your hands begin to work his pants open, tugging at his zipper as rafes impatience gets the best of him again, reaching down to help you undo the button.

you pull his pants down, taking his underwear along with it. your eyes widen as rafes hardened cock is revealed. you can vaguely remember him being big, but this is impressive.

you don't even finish pulling his pants down before you lean forward, leaving the jeans scrunched around his lower thighs as you grip his cock at the base, pressing a kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, moaning as you suckle on the head, tongue flicking over his slit.

“oh fuck.” rafe groans, managing to get his pants the rest of the way down, kicking them away. “you're so fucking good.”

“oh, rafe.” you giggle, pulling away with a grin. “i haven't even started yet.” 

you put on a show for rafe, letting the coke in your system wash away all your inhibitions as you begin to bob your head, trying to take rafes cock as deep as possible down your throat every time.

rafe grips at your hair, giving you this time to have control before he takes over. you push forward, nuzzling your nose into rafes skin as you manage to deep throat his length, swallowing around his cock repeatedly to hopefully control your gag reflex.

you only manage for a few seconds before having to pull off, not allowing rafe to go without contact for too long as your hands grip his cock, stroking him as you take deep breaths.

“gonna let me fuck your mouth?” rafe asks, cradling your head as he looks down on you.

“mhm.” you nod, dropping your mouth open, sticking your tongue out as rafe shoos your hands away, taking his cock by the base as he taps his tip against your awaiting tongue.

he moves next to rub his slit against your lips, smearing his precum along with your lipgloss before he plunges forward, suddenly taking up all the space in your mouth. 

he wastes no time setting up a fast pace, one hand gripping your hair while the other is pressed against the back of your head, keeping you from pulling away. tears come to your eyes, no doubt ruining your makeup as he thrusts forward, abusing your throat while you leave your mouth open to take it.

before you can even adjust, rafe pulls away suddenly, taking a small step back.

you wipe at your mouth, smirking up at rafe as he breaths heavily. “get on the bed now, i need to be inside your cunt.”

you pop up onto your heels, kicking off your shoes as you climb onto the bed. you move from your hands and knees to sink down, pressing your chest into the bed, leaving your ass in the air.

rafe presses his thighs against the side of the bed, rubbing his cock over your underwear, moaning when his tip slides against your obvious wet patch.

his hands grip your hips, continuing to grind against you until he can't wait any longer, tugging your underwear to the side to reveal your wet folds. he continues to move, now against your warm, wet skin. with every movement forward, you can't help the moan that pushes free from you as he hits your clit.

“fuck me already, rafe.” you grunt out.

“come give me another kiss first.” rafe leans over your back, his mouth finding yours as you turn your head to the side, kiss a mess of tongue, spit and lipgloss as you make out. 

rafe keeps your lips locked together as he reaches to press his cock against your entrance, slowly sinking forward until you both have to pull away to moan.

“fuck, so big.” you whine. rafe stands back up straight, watching as he sinks forward into your pussy. he keeps his movements slow at first, carefully bringing his cock forward and back out of you, feeling the way your walls start to give way to him, stretching you open.

“faster, it’s okay.” you beg, hands gripping the bedsheets. rafe loops his thumb around your underwear, pulling it even further to the side, straining the fabric as he moves faster and harder, pumping into you in a steady rhythm.

you cry out, not caring that you’re at a party, that others could hear. no doubt theres people roaming the hallways, wondering who is moaning and screaming behind the locked door.

“so tight baby, love this pussy.” rafe praises you, pumping his hips forward, the slap of his skin hitting yours filling the room as his eyes drink in the way your ass jiggles every time he enters you fully.

“yeah?” you smirk, clenching your cunt around his cock. “this pussy loves your big dick.”

“you can get it as much as you want.” rafe says, unable to believe that he was ever too drunk or high to forget this, the way you wrap around him, walls molding to his cock.

rafe pulls out, pushing you over so you’re on your back, hips still sat towards the edge of the bed so he can stay standing. “need you naked.” rafe says, but doesn’t even take the time to pull your underwear down your legs, instead taking it in his hands and ripping the material in two, pulling it away so you’re fully nude.

you let out a moan as he reenters you, leaning forward to kiss you again, now at a much better angle as he rocks forward. one of his hands grips your hip with the other plays with your chest, now having access to pinch and flick at your hard nipples.

you reach between your legs, rubbing your fingers over your clit, feeling overwhelmed with rafe stimulating so much of your body, his tongue flicking out to lick over your lips, not sure why he finds it so addicting. it’s a secret you’ll never tell.

“can i cum in you?” rafe asks.

“yeah.” you nod. you should probably say no. you’re on birth control but admittedly not the best at remembering to swallow that tiny pill every day, but you need to feel rafe fill you up.

“thank god.” rafe mutters. “close.”

he moves somehow impossibly faster, his cock hitting the perfect angle causing your orgasm to suddenly skyrocket through your body, back arching as you cry out, cunt pulsing around his cock, constricting and squeezing until rafe can’t hold back either, cum flooding your insides.

rafe slows his movements but continues to kiss you through both of your highs, hips gently rocking as you milk him.

“that was so good baby, so glad we could do this properly.” rafe chuckles, referring to your past hookups.

“i know.” you giggle, running your hands through rafes hair as he presses another kiss to your lips.

he pulls out slowly, cum sliding out of you in thick dollops. “sorry about your underwear.” rafe shrugs, clearly not actually sorry.

“eh.” you shrug. “you can make it up to me later.”

“yeah?” rafe smiles, handing you your clothes as you both redress. “dont want me to buy you another pair?” “rather you make it up to me by fucking me like that again.” you laugh, adjusting your dress once you’ve got it back on, tugging it lower now that you aren’t wearing any underwear underneath.

rafe helps you put your shoes back on, carefully sliding your toes back into your heels until you can stand. you leave your torn apart underwear on the floor, but make sure to reach down and pick up your pretty pink gloss, reapplying to your bottom lip before smacking them together.

“alright, i gotta kiss you again.” rafe groans, tugging you close to him all over again.

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Lost Time

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!wife!reader

Summary: Jason comes home to you, his wife, after a mission and makes up for lost time.

Warnings: fluff and comfort! brief mention of the Lazarus Pit and human trafficking

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

A/N: I really want to write a lengthy oneshot for Jason but I don't know if I capture him well enough. I don't get many DC requests but I love them so much!!

Picture from Pinterest (WFA Jason >>>)

Masterlist | DC/Jason Todd Masterlist | Request Info

Jason Todd leaves, it’s what he does. Sometimes there are warnings, direct and indirect, but other nights he leaves while you sleep or simply doesn’t come home when he should. That’s who he is, what he does. There is more to Jason than meets the eye; he isn’t just Jason, Red Hood, or Bruce Wayne’s dead and nearly forgotten son. One piece of Jason makes him whole: being your husband brings him back, every single time. Jason leaves, but the time you spend alone is spent in confidence that he will come back to you, even if he’s broken and crawling.

While Jason is in Blüdhaven helping his brothers with a mission that Bruce doesn’t know about, you spend the time alone missing him. He hates leaving you, but you understand. That doesn’t mean, however, that you just wait for him to come home. Being married is supposed a 50/50 arrangement, yet you have given everything to Jason and there is not a single thing you wouldn’t do for him.

Tonight, nearly 96 hours after you last saw Jason, you make yourself comfortable with one of his books. The pages are yellowed from use, and highlights and notes fill the margins and the empty pages. Each word reminds you of Jason, and though you miss him, you refuse to look at his empty side of the bed. In the time since he left, promising to come back to you with a kiss and a tap to your wedding ring, you have read several of his books, cooked his favorite meal, and baked his favorite goodies. The distractions you created are all centered around Jason because despite what you tell yourself about needing to think about other things, Jason Todd takes up every single one of your thoughts. He’s captivating, and you never want to escape him.

Your phone beeps as you finish a page of Frankenstein. After taking a calming breath, you read the message from Barbara.

The bats are Gotham-bound.

The message makes you smile, and you rise from the bed to prepare for Jason’s return. He has come home without a scratch, drenched in blood, and everything in between. In sickness and health, you vowed, and you plan to keep it. With his favorite food already prepared and water heating in the kettle on the stove, you sit on the couch and wait for his entrance. The front door is behind you, and you watch as the Red Hood lands on your fire escape and expertly navigates into your home. His home.

The couch is empty by the time he turns from the now-closed window, and your arms loop around his waist as he moves. Jason chuckles at your immediate attention and pulls his helmet off.

“Miss me?” he asks.

You can hear his smile in his voice, and as Jason’s arms wrap around you, you sigh and release every fear and worry that had been pushed into the back of your mind.

“I need to shower,” Jason says, though he doesn’t move his hands from your back. “Blüdhaven is gross.”

“And Gotham is known for its cleanliness,” you argue.

“Get off,” Jason grumbles.

He raises his hands to your shoulders and easily pushes you back. You look at him as you raise your hands to hold his wrists. Jason’s gaze is soft and his touch is softer.

“Ten minutes,” he requests quietly.

“Someone needs pampering,” you tease. “Take your time. There’s food and tea if you want any.”

“Just wan’ you,” he murmurs.

Jason leans in and kisses your forehead quickly. He avoids your hands as you reach out for him. You laugh as he walks away, and the sound brings Jason home. He’s physically home, yes, but he is only home when you are completely and wholly with him.

The water echoes through the apartment as Jason enters the shower, and you prepare two mugs of tea before carrying them into the bedroom. You would wait forever for Jason, but as you lean back and close your eyes, content listening to him move through your shared home, you know that you’ll never have to wait long.

When Jason enters the bedroom clad in a pair of Wonder Woman sweatpants and smiles at you, everything seems better. The darkest Gotham day can’t cast a shadow on what you and Jason have. Before Jason left, he told you all you needed to know about the mission, and you won’t bring it up again. If he wants to talk about it, he will, and you’ll listen.

You raise the blanket as Jason approaches the side of the bed. He doesn’t hesitate to join you and pull you closer. After looping your arms over his shoulders, you push your fingers into Jason’s wet curls and twist them gently around your fingers. His white streak is closest to you, yet you concentrate your attention elsewhere to keep your eyes locked on his.

“You read it again, didn’t you?” Jason asks.

His eyes threaten to flutter closed, but he forces them open to talk to you.

“Read what?” you whisper.

“Tell me what I missed,” he requests.

You know he can see his books piled on your nightstand, but you enjoy the smile he gives you when you pretend not to know what he’s talking about. Jason pulls your hands away from his hair, opting to hold you against his side. You lay a hand over his heart and gently trace the bottom of a scar. You know his scars by heart, and each story behind them is ingrained in your memory.

“Not much,” you answer after a moment.

“Did you do anything? Because everything you do is important, and I want to hear about it,” Jason argues.

You lean closer and spread your fingers flat against his skin. His heart thrums steadily beneath your hand, and you think your heart beats in time with his.

“Maybe you just married me for the post-mission cuddles,” you say.

“Or maybe I just married you because I love you. I love you for accepting all of me and loving the parts that I don’t let anyone see.”

“Jason,” you hum.

“You didn’t tell me about what I missed,” he replies.

The first raindrop hits the window, and Jason is reminded that he’s back in Gotham. He’d move to Metropolis and listen to Clark as long as you were by his side, but being in your arms in his home town is a feeling unlike any other.

“I’ll take it you didn’t go to the manor,” you deflect.

“Why would I when I have a beautiful wife waiting at home for me and four days to make up for? Lost time with you will always be more important than Bruce.”

You sigh before you begin telling him about what you did. There isn’t much to tell. You read one of his books, cleaned, cooked, baked, and read another book.

“You baked?” Jason interrupts. “And didn’t bring it up until now?”

“I thought time with me was more important.”

Jason furrows his brows as he turns, pulling you to lay on top of him. When you first started dating, Jason was hesitant to initiate any sort of physical touch. Not long before, he had been Gotham’s most-feared crime lord and the rage caused by the pit was still present. Now, there is nothing to stop Jason from touching you: no fear of hurting you, no concern of scaring you away, and no doubt that you won’t love him once you see his darkest secrets. Jason’s scars, his past, and his nightly activities make him the man you love, and you love those parts of him, not the other way around.

As you cuddle with the man who recently scared human traffickers into turning themselves in to the authorities rather than running into him again, you simply enjoy being together. Your husband Jason and Red Hood Jason aren’t the same, yet you love them both equally.

“Do you really want to make up for lost time?” you ask over the rain.

Jason thinks your voice is more soothing and melodic than any rainstorm could dream of being. He pries his eyes open to answer, “Every second of it.”

You nod and lay your head against his chest. With your hearts pressed to one another and your fingers intertwined with Jason’s, you know that you are loved, and Jason knows you will always be here when he comes home.

You’re nearly asleep when you mumble, “’S a lotta time.”

Jason smiles but doesn’t move because he doesn’t want to disturb you. “Never enough time with you,” he whispers against your temple.

[ozzgin]

Tis I, good ol' ❄️ nonnie 👁️🫦💞 Dw, the kids and Bartholomew Chungus Roofus Goofy Achilles Pedro Pascal are doing great..

NOW.. I opened my eyes and saw a real nice rq you wrote out, abt the husband cow hybrid? Now.. hear me out, I was thinking with my cat, but...

Male lactation, gynaecomastia and milk flavoured/consistency cum.

He gets overstimulated by the smallest touches and has a crazy oral fixation, so, THINK ABT THIS FOLLOWING SCENARRR.IO.... ;

Your darling husband, after a long day of your teasing is oh so overstimulated, teh poor guy is rock hard.. and, although it IS your fault, he'd never blame you, the sweetheart <3..

Suddenly, as you finish washing the dishes, he walks over behind you, his abnormally tall frame casting a shadow on your body. He slowly loops his arms around your waist, licking stripes up your neck, his nipples already begging for attention, dribbling due to his arousal.

After he gets your nod of consent (BC CONSENT IS SO SO HOT.. 🥵🤤) he drags you to the couch and gets on his knees infront of you, while you sit in a relaxed position, your legs slung over his shoulders as he begins to eat you out/give you head.

His round eyes are teary, his long lashes stuck together. He just can't help himself! He loves you so so much, so when you tuck his bangs behind his ear so compassionately, before gently tugging on his nipples with one hand while the other gently strokes his head, petting his ears, he almost blows his load, his eyes rolling to the back of his head before you cut him off, telling him softly to get on the couch, before he can cum

He obeys, but is teary eyed at his failed attempt to cum. As he lays on his back you suck and lick his nipples, drinking drops of warm and sweet milk, before pressing kisses along his torso and abs, before sucking him off, holding his trembling hands in yours.

While the milk from his tits was sweet and reminded you of cow milk, his cum is slightly saltier and reminds you more of oat milk, the consistency still runny and the temperature still warm.

After you drink every last drop, he hoists you up, hugging you close and pressing soft kisses to your neck, lips, shoulders, cheeks and forehead, effectively lulling you to sleep better than any lullaby.

Today was eventful, but with him.. every day is a dream, the sex being only the silver lining, while his love and kindness being front stage.. You both silently think to yourselves "How did I get so lucky?" with a smile on your faces before drifting off to dream land.

Yeah I hyperfixated on this bs, but hey, even when you are neuro-divergent, you can stay thuggin'. Shout out to my boy Nagisa from 50% Off, he's the OG 🗣️👣

And to the lactose not tolerant and lactose challenged pookies, uhh, oopsies

Here's some dookie wiping paper, aha (with rizz) 👁️👅👁️🫴🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻🧻

I don't think there's much to add to your story. This is it, the magnum opus of hucow husband. All I have is a humble doodle to match your literary work.

[puppy-stevee]

@outpastthebrakers posted a thing about hospital security guard eddie and er nurse steve and @zerokrox-blog sent in a prompt for a steddie med school au, but despite working in a hospital, i don't know anything about med school other than it's 4 years of schooling and 4 years of residency, so i couldn't deliver on that part unfortunately. but i hope yall enjoy regardless!

"Are you gonna actually do something tonight, or are you just gonna sit there and look handsome like always?"

Steve pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he looks up from the computer and rolls his eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing, you know," he says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "This is the third time you've been down here in the last," Steve checks his watch, "hour. Don't you have a parking lot to patrol or something?"

Eddie only laughs and hooks his thumbs into his belt loops. "Bold of you to assume they let me drive the car, big boy. Nah, Preston drives and I get to be the passenger princess I was born to be."

Steve snorts. He definitely doesn't pay attention to the looks the other nurses are giving them.

"Besides," Eddie continues. He leans his elbows on the counter of the nurse's station. "It's your fault I'm down here so often in the first place."

"Oh really?" Steve raises an eyebrow and doesn't hide the fact that he's checking out the tattoos on Eddie's forearms that are showcased by the short sleeves of his uniform shirt framing his biceps. Hospital uniform policy says minimal jewelry but Eddie's never been one for conformity so his fingers are adorned with rings of different size.

(Hospital policy also says that security staff are, under no circumstances, to physically harm violent patients or visitors, but that policy doesn't say anything about Eddie threatening to dole out a knuckle sandwich or two.)

Eddie tracks Steve's gaze and smirks. He taps his fingers on the counter in a rolling rhythm, his black nail polish accenting the flashiness of his rings.

Eddie leans in a little more (which isn't necessary because the counter is a foot above the desk Steve is sitting at) and almost purrs, public decency be damned, "Because, princess, if it weren't for you, I'd be stuck up in my office doing something boring, like reading." He places a hand on his chest. "As much as I love my dragon hoard of books, seeing your pretty face for twelve hours is a much better option."

Steve blushes and tries to sputter out a response, but the radio clipped to Eddie's shoulder goes off.

Eddie confirms the call and groans, dropping his head.

The moment is all Steve needs to compose himself. "Oh no," he frowns, insincere but his tone teasing. "You have to actually do your job. How awful."

Eddie mouths wordlessly back at him, mocking, but then grins and raps his knuckles on the counter once more, giving him a wink. "Don't miss me too much, sweetheart."

Steve tries to not watch as Eddie walks down the hallway, but god those pants fit him so well. He's always had a thing for tiny, perky asses.

"Steve."

Steve jumps and does not yelp like a child. He turns to see his colleague Jen. Jen's been working in the ER for a few years and is a spitfire with a heart of gold.

"You've been flirting with him for months and neither of you have made a real move on each other. What the hell? The betting pool Trent and Brett have is getting shallow."

The tips of Steve's ears start to burn. "Betting pool?!" He turns his chair around to the guys mentioned and they're very much making an effort not to look at him. "You guys are betting on us hooking up? How old are you, twelve?"

"Stevie," Jen sighs in a dramatic way that reminds Steve of Robin and it makes his heart clench. "You have turned down every single person in the vicinity since you started. Eddie is obviously into you and you're into him. I'm going to say this as nicely as I can because you're my favorite out of all the graduates: Please jump this man's bones so I can get my $50."

"My love life is only worth $50 to you?"

"Steve."

Steve groans and hits his head on the desk.

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Eddie outright moans when 7am rolls around and he's finally able to take off his uniform. He shoves the bulletproof vest and his holster belt into his locker and his shirt and pants into his dufflebag to be washed later.

God, he doesn't even want to think about laundry.

After he got the call that pulled him away from Steve, it was like the floodgates opened. Two code violets, one report of a car circling the ASU parking lot suspiciously, and three code browns that ended up being patients sneaking outside for a smoke.

He didn't blame them. With the night he had, he's regretting his decision to quit.

Eddie walks through the automatic doors at the entrance of the hospital after he's changed back into his civvies, and those regrets immediately disappear and his mood brightens when he sees who's waiting for him.

Wayne's van is parked in the drop off zone and the sliding door is opened. A bright grin stretches across Eddie's tired face as he gets closer to his little girl, happily squirming in her car seat and drinking juice out of her bottle.

"Da-dee!"

Eddie lets his bag slide off his shoulder and onto the ground but Wayne picks it up and puts it next to Emma's diaper bag.

"Hi, baby!" Eddie coos as he unbuckles her. "Good morning!" He kisses her cheek and buries his nose in her hair, a chesnut brown like her dad's, and cuddles her close. "I missed you so much. Did you have fun with papaw last night?"

"She fussed a little after you left but I got her settled," Wayne says. He holds up a McDonald's bag. "Decided she was gonna get an early start this morning so I figured yall could use some breakfast."

Eddie's stomach chooses the right time to growl and his mouth waters. Last he ate was a TV dinner around one in the morning. Eddie tells Wayne to pick a spot in the visitor's parking lot and then takes Emma back inside the hospital with him.

He doesn't see Steve when he gets to the ER.

"Hey, Steve hasn't left yet, has he?"

A nurse, Jen, Eddie thinks her name is, looks at him and immediately starts cooing at the (admittedly adorable) baby in his arms that's looking around with curious eyes and drinking her juice.

"Steve's in the locker room getting changed, he's just about to clock out. Who is this little cutie?"

Eddie grins and bounces Emma lightly. "This is Emma, my little monster. She gets all her cuteness from her other dad."

Jen's face falls for a second but before Eddie can ask what's wrong, Emma squeals way too loudly for a hospital at 7:30 in the morning and almost throws her bottle in her excitement.

"Da! Da!"

Steve looks just about as tired as Eddie feels and he can practically hear their bed calling their names. But Steve's eyes light up when he hears who's calling for him and a sort of puppy-like grin takes over his face, dopey and happy.

Emma is already reaching for him and Steve quickly strides over and takes her in his arms.

"Good morning, lovebug," Steve says, enveloping her in the gentlest hug he can muster. He breathes in her natural baby smell and closes his eyes.

Eddie's hand goes to his waist to keep him awake and Steve hums, opening his eyes and leaning into give Eddie a peck on the cheek.

"Morning, baby," he murmurs, all traces of teasing and flirting from the night before gone and replaced with open affection.

Steve doesn’t need to look at Jen to know her jaw is probably on the floor.

Eddie returns the kiss on Steve's lips. "Morning, sweetheart. Wayne’s waiting with breakfast outside. Seems like little miss princess here decided she was gonna wake up early, early today." He tickles Emma's tummy as he says this, causing her to laugh around her binky and try to push his fingers away.

"Food sounds so good right now," Steve practically whines.

Jen is still staring between the three of them. Steve smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry you didn't win your money. I should’ve told you, Eddie and I have been together for years. Emma's our daughter." He shifts Emma in his arms and gives everyone a wave. "I'll see you guys later."

He and Eddie walk out of the hospital hand in hand. They eat their breakfast in the parking lot and Wayne follows them to their house to stay up with Emma while Steve and Eddie get some much needed sleep.

When they go back into work later that evening, they fess up to everyone and Eddie gives Jen $50 right from his own wallet.

[prettyinpwn]

I know I'm gonna sound like a crazy old broken record... but hear me out. Lots of speculation as to the true purpose of the thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com thing beneath the cut.

So... does anyone else feel like the ARG website is... odd? Like it's leading to something more coming? And before anyone screams, "Well, ackshully, Hirsch said he doesn't want to do a Season 3-"

YES. I KNOW. He said no Season 3 a million times. I was there when he told us Season 2 was it for the first time. But what he didn't say, however, was, "No more Gravity Falls anything... EVER.". Hence why we've gotten Journal 3, Lost Legends, and now The Book of Bill. Hirsch is veeerrrrry comfortable making more GF stuff.

And as someone that studied programming in college, I can tell you, this website does not seem like it was easy or cheap to make. It's effectively a single screen point and click game in a browser. Looking at the code, it seems they did use a framework called Bridgetown, lacing in looped animated MP4 files with clickable assets on top that make up the interactive elements (e.g the computer), with a lot of content made for the website itself from image files and text for each prompt a user might type. Sure, it's not the most difficult thing to program, but it's a lot more complex than, say, the searchfortheblindeye site back in the day.

That, and as someone who has worked in the corporate world, I'm sorry, but you don't pour this much effort/money into something that is just "lol cool things after product for funsies". If this was just for The Book of Bill, the smart marketing decision would have been to make the lofi album and the website, tease fans with both of them, and let them lead to an announcement of the book itself to tempt them into buying it, not the other way around. Like... Disney ain't gonna do that just out of love for fans. It's Disney, come on. They do things for money.

It's possible that Hirsch paid for it himself just for the fans, but I doubt it. Wanna know why? Because of the website's security certificate and ownership. Let's take a gander at this:

There are two odd things here. One, the range of the expiration. Most security certs last 1-2 years, at least they did at one of my previous places of employment (and we had like 50+ of them). This one expires November 7th, 2024. Odd, but maybe they only want the website up for a few months? Anyways, as an aside, everyone keep an eye out for November 7th, 2024. Could be nothing, could be something.

The other weird thing is the domain holder. Looking it up on ICANN, it gives this address:

Look that up on Google Maps, and it takes you to a company called Dun and Bradstreet. Long story short, the company does a bazillion things, but the main thing we're talking about here is:

Oh gee, Sales and Marketing. And their Sales and Marketing tools? Basically, they use data to tell companies who their audience is, so that they can market to them. Now, why would Disney care about this for a fandom for a show that's been done for almost a decade, just for a book that was released before said website (so we know they're not gathering marketing data for the book)?

Well, if I were to guess... long story short, all this stuff is a tactic to gauge who the Gravity Falls audience is now. Release the book, make some dough and fans happy, tie in a secret marketing data collection gimmick (AKA the website) using D&B as a vendor to hook the data into your CRM, send fans to a website to collect marketing data, and shabam. Now you know who the target market is all this time after.

And why in the hell would a company care about that? You tell me. Why care about who a target market is if you're not planning on marketing something to them later?

It could be that Disney is planning something similar to Gravity Falls and wants to gauge if there'd still be a market for that kind of show. Or... it could mean that Disney is planning on something more substantial related to Gravity Falls or Hirsch pitched it, and they were like, "Well, wait, let's collect data on this, first, so we'd know if it'd be a good business decision.". Not sure.

I mean, maybe I'm crazy, but doesn't this seem fishy to anyone else? If anyone else has any hypotheses as to why Hirsch and Disney have a Gravity Falls website owned by D&B, let me know, but to me... this smells... very... marketing oriented. And Hirsch doesn't seem like the guy to pour his own money into hiring an outside company to gather marketing data, that seems more up Disney's alley.

[ruh--roh-raggy]

Flowers For My Valentine (Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader) - Valentine's Day Special

Hello hello and Happy Valentine's Day my lovelies! We have some sweet and flirty Steve Raglan this time around thanks to a wonderful Anon who made a request (this was so fun thank you so much!) If you would like to see more of this, more fnaf in general, or would like to be added to my tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Age gap (Reader is in her late 20's, Steve is in his early 50's), office romance, flirting, mutual pining, reader very briefly talks about how she doesn't feel good enough, some swearing, not proofread, if I missed any please let me know!

You can find my Masterlist here! ~ AO3 Link!

Word Count: 6,189

“Good morning Linda!” You greet your co-worker jovially.

“Oh, perfect, you're here.” She waves you over, her long bright red acrylics clacking together. “Could you bring this down to Mr. Raglan’s office? I’d go do it, but he likes you better.” She teases with a chuckle, making your cheeks warm. She hands the pink flier over to you. It was the announcement for the office's annual Valentine’s Day party.

You walk down the plain, beige hallway, the walls lined with matching, cheap doors, their old brass hardware glinting in the fluorescent lights that hang from overhead. You paused in front of the last door on the left, ‘Steve Raglan' printed across the nameplate. You tap softly, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you hear him call you in. He says your name softly, grinning brightly at you. “What a pleasant surprise.” He motions to the chair across from him. “Please, sit! Um, would you like some coffee? Tea maybe?” He hurries to stand, banging his knee on the desk in the process and making him curse under his breath.

“Mr. Raglan are you okay?” You hurry to his side, your look of pure concern making the older man’s features soften.

“I'm fine rabbit, being around pretty girls just makes me nervous.” He says with a wink. You giggle, growing flustered at his compliment.

“You flatter me, Mr. Raglan.” He gets lost in your eyes for a moment, the playful glimmer in them drawing him in. His gaze flashes down to the paper you held in your hands.

“What do we have here?” He smiles, taking the flier from you. He reads it over silently, running his fingers down his tie. “A Valentine’s Day party, huh?” His silvery eyes flash to yours, a playful smile lacing it’s way across his lips. “Are you going to drag your boyfriend to this thing?”

“Oh, there's no boyfriend to drag along.” You giggle. “I'm probably going to be stuck in some mindless gossip loop with some of the other ladies if I go.”

“If you go?” He repeats the last part of your statement.

“I'm not really a big Valentine's Day girl.” You admit, swaying awkwardly on your heels. “The whole holiday tends to be a bit of a let down if I'm being honest.” Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you were being far too casual. “I'm sorry, Mr. Raglan. I shouldn't be talking about this stuff at work.” You hurriedly tried to head for the door, wanting to excuse yourself as quickly as possible before you became even more flustered. You slam the door behind you, managing to slip into the bathroom just as you heard his office click back open. You silently berated yourself for looking so stupid in front of him. “Let’s just open up to him about every shitty Valentine's we've ever had!” You mock yourself in the mirror. You sigh, studying your reflection. It was silly really. For a brief moment the thought flashed through your head that maybe, somehow, some way, Steve would've asked you to go to the party with him. You splashed some water on your face, reluctantly deciding to go back to the office. Hopefully he would forget about your awkward little interaction by tomorrow.

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“Alright, who is he?” You freeze in your tracks as you walk through the office door.

“Excuse me?” You ask, your gaze trailing up to the reception desk. You were met with the sight of a beautiful, elaborate bouquet made up of yellow, purple, and white flowers.

“They're addressed to you. You better not have gotten a boyfriend and not told me about it, I thought we shared everything!” She pretends to be hurt, making you chuckle.

“We do, you're my work wife, I wouldn't survive without you.” You pout, she laughs, shaking her head slightly. “Was there a card?” Both of your curiosity over the matter bubbled up as you did a quick investigation of the scenario.

“There is, but no name.” She hands the small, cream colored piece of cardstock over to you.

“I know flowers from your secret admirer are cliche, but I wanted to do something special for the woman who never fails to brighten my day.” You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you read over the message.

“Do you think it's someone in the office?” She asks in a hushed tone.

“I don't see why not. I don't have anyone that would send me flowers at work, even as a joke.” You explain, trying to place a face to the neat script that swirled across the card.

“Wow.” Your eyes snap up to Steve Raglan. His short sleeve, yellow button down with brown pinstripes tucked neatly into his perfectly pressed pants. “Someone's a lucky lady.” He smiles at Linda, more than likely assuming they were from her husband.

“Oh they're not for me, someone has their eye on your best employee.” She states in a teasing tone.

“Is that so?” He shoves his free hand into his pocket, the other holding a comically small looking mug of coffee. “Guess someone might have a date for the Valentine's Party yet.” Warmth pools behind your cheeks as your eyes meet his striking silver ones.

“You didn't happen to see who dropped these off, did you Mr. Raglan?” You ask curiously.

He shakes his head, “I'm afraid not sweetheart, but I'll keep an eye out.” He chuckles. “I have to make sure whoever is trying to catch your attention only has the best intentions in mind for my favorite girl.” You let out a flustered giggle as he winks at you. He pulls his pager off his belt, quickly reading the message. “I'm going to have some new client paperwork that needs to be filed, I'll have it on your desk within the hour if that's alright?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Raglan. I'll take care of it.” You smile brightly at him.

“This is why you're the best!” He compliments you. “Thank you beautiful, I'll be back.” You noticed Linda’s gaze trail after him, watching him intently until he shut his office door behind him.

“Do you think Mr. Raglan might have left you those flowers?” You choke on your drink, coughing and sputtering as you try to regain your composure.

“Now where the hell did that come from?” You ask in response, unable to meet her eyes as you try to hide your nervous expression.

“Well, you're obviously his favorite, everyone that works for this company knows that. He always compliments you, he’s always telling you how pretty you look or how good of a job you're doing. If it’s anyone in the office my money’s on him.” She rattles off the first few reasons that came to her mind.

“Oh, I don't know about that.” You nervously wring your hands in your lap, staring blankly down at the stack of papers that sat in front of you. “I'm nothing special, plus I'm sure he has a wife.” You try to wave her off.

“I've never noticed a ring.” Your breath froze in your throat as you saw her attention turn to you. A smirk spreads across her lips, “and from how flustered you look right now I'm assuming that someone definitely doesn't mind the attention.” She whispers.

“Okay, okay, hang on.” You wave your hand in front of her, wanting to cut her off before she has the chance to keep snowballing her idea. “If I tell you this, not another soul hears about this, not even Mark!” You point an accusatory finger at her.

“Honey, please, my husband doesn't give a rat's ass about work gossip. Tell me everything.” She leans an elbow on the desk as she spins her chair to face you, taking a long sip of coffee from her mug as she waits patiently for the details.

“I might have a bit of a thing for him.” You admit, your cheeks already heating up at the simple confession. “He's funny and charming and handsome and… I don't know, I feel so stupid.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands.

“You shouldn't feel stupid.” She rushes to reassure you. “You are a gorgeous young woman, I'm sure he would be absolutely flattered-”

“It's not even about that.” You sigh. Linda gives you an incredulous look in response. “Okay, maybe it is a little about that. But, on top of the fact that he could just outright reject me, he's my boss, he's quite a bit older than I am, he's going to get to know me and see that I'm just some stupid young kid and it's going to make things weird here and I'm going to have to quit my job because of it.”

“I think someone is overthinking this way too much.” She laughs, shaking her head slightly.

“I get it, it's scary. There's a lot of unknowns and different ways it could all pan out. But, you'll never know if you don't try. I'm not saying burst in there right now, rip your clothes off, and try to seduce him.” You can't help but laugh at her over the top idea. “All I'm saying is maybe make a little effort to flirt with him, test the waters, see how it feels.”

You sigh, leaning back in your chair, “I don't even know how to even try if I'm being completely honest.”

“Listen up, buttercup, it's time for a crash course in office flirting 101.” She laughs.

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You smooth your blouse as you stand in front of the last office on the left, repeatedly reading over the name ‘Steve Raglan’ printed in neat gold lettering in front of you as you try to build up your confidence. You tap softly on the door, waiting for the quiet ‘come in’ before entering. “Finished up with that paperwork already?” He smiles brightly at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he speaks.

“Yessir, I just wanted to come hand deliver it myself.” You shoot him a coy grin.

“Can I interest you in some coffee?” He asks, still reading from the paperwork you handed him, expecting you to flit out of the room like you normally did.

“Do you have any tea?” You saw him pause, his brows furrowing slightly before he looked up at you.

“I do.” It took him a moment to continue, still trying to process the situation. “Why don't you sit down, I'll put the kettle on.” You nod, plopping down into one of the slightly too hard chairs that sat opposite him at his desk. You can't help but giggle as you glance over your shoulder to find Steve studying you.

“You seem a bit surprised that I stayed.” He snaps himself from his thoughts.

“I am, if I'm being honest. I feel like every time I invite you to stay for a cup of tea you practically sprint out of here.” He chuckles, slowly walking back to his desk and sitting across from you. “I'm not that scary am I?”

You shake your head, “no, you're not. I think you're sweet, Mr. Raglan.” You fidget with your fingers for a moment before deciding to take a rather bold approach to the flirting Linda had suggested. “Being around handsome men just makes me nervous.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as the realization set in that he had said something very similar to you the day prior.

He breathes out a laugh, a smile lacing its way across his lips. “Well, thank you rabbit. I'm flattered that a pretty little thing like you thinks I'm handsome. Also, feel free to call me Steve, I think we know each other well enough at this point, don't you?”

“I think you might be right.” You perk up at the sound of the kettle going off, immediately hopping out of your seat to get it.

“Oh, I can-” you cut him off with a small wave of your hand.

“Steve, you have to be one of the hardest workers I know.” You fill his mug first, carrying it over to him slowly to make sure you wouldn't spill any coffee. “I think you should let someone take care of you for a change.” You wink at him, your hand trailing across his shoulder as you step next to him.

“Well how can I refuse such a tempting offer.” He grins, his silver eyes flashing across your features. You made your own cup of tea before returning to the seat across from him. You feel his gaze trailing over your much smaller form as you carefully cross your legs. “Any leads on that secret admirer of yours?” He asks casually, taking a long sip of his coffee.

“Nothing yet, but I'm hoping I can figure it out soon.” You run your finger along the rim of your mug. “I'm hoping I can manage to find out who it is before the party.” He clears his throat as he shifts himself in his seat slightly.

“Anything's possible isn't it?” He responds, lacing his fingers together as his hands come to rest on his stomach. You were both interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Steve, sorry to interrupt, you got a minute?” It was one of your coworkers.

“I'll stop by later Mr. Raglan, thank you for the tea.” You smiled softly at him, his eyes locked with yours as you stood, smoothing your clothes slightly before sauntering out of the room.

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You jump when somebody calls your name. You look up to see Steve shrugging into his thick, gray jacket. “You're still here?” He asks with a warm smile that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“I had some emails to send, I was just about to head out myself.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets as he slowly approaches you.

“Would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” He asks carefully, as if he was trying to pin down the exact right way to ask you. “It's late, I want to make sure you get there safely, is all.” You could hear the slight hesitancy in his tone, that fact he seemed almost nervous made you smile.

“That's very sweet of you Steve, thank you.” You smile warmly at him. He helps you into your jacket, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he slows his long strides so you could keep up easily. “Are you going to be bringing your wife to the Valentine's Day party?” You finally ask after walking in silence for a while.

Steve chuckles, “oh, I'm not a married man, rabbit. I'm afraid it's just going to be me.” You feel your cheeks warm at the sound of his gravelly tone.

“It's a shame, I guess we're both going to be single for Valentine's Day.” You giggle.

“What a shame indeed, I'm very surprised some dumb little boy hasn't tried to scoop you up. A pretty thing like you deserves a man who’ll make her feel special.” He smirks down at your flustered state.

“Well, maybe if I can get to the bottom of who sent me those flowers I could get to the bottom of that.” You brace against the cold as he holds the door open for you. Steve holds his coat open, pulling you into his side and shielding you from the wind.

“You never know, he could be a lot closer than you think.” He winks at you, making you let out a flustered giggle. The end of your nose tingles from the cold as you stop in front of your car. “Have a good night, rabbit.” He smiles softly down at you, his silver eyes searching yours with a subtle intensity.

“Good night, Steve.” You pull open your car door, a dull ache settling in your chest as you watch him start to head off. You called his name, making him pause. He turns to glance back at you, your smaller form moving before you have a chance to overthink the situation. You pushed yourself up onto the tips of your toes, your hand wrapping around his strong bicep as you leaned in, allowing your lips to come to rest against his cheek. “Get home safely.” You whisper, letting your eyes linger on him before you hopped in your driver's seat and watched him walk to his own car with an absolutely dumbfounded expression on his face.

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You were one of the first people in the office this morning. Having to come in early to prepare the conference room for a meeting and to send out reminder emails for said event definitely wasn't your idea of fun, but there was something oddly tranquil about the nearly empty space so early in the morning. You had been called over to one of your coworkers cubicles to help with a paper work issue, smiling at Steve as you watched him push into the room, flurries of snowflakes trailing in through the door behind him. The memory of you kissing him on the cheek the night prior raced to the forefront of your mind, your eyes widened slightly, your cheeks growing warm as you rushed off before he had a chance to confront you about it. You had felt guilty about it, he was your boss, now you've probably made whatever small relationship the two of you had extremely awkward. You looked around as you headed back to your desk, expecting him to emerge from nowhere at any second. You froze when you noticed a red, heart shaped box, all wrapped up with a matching satin bow. ‘These chocolates will never be as sweet as you, but they're the closest thing I could find.’ you smiled as your eyes drifted over the familiar neat script. Once again, the card contained no clues as to who your secret admirer might be. You carefully undid the bow and lifted the lid to find a stunning box of extravagant assorted chocolates. “Another gift from your prince charming?” Linda asks with an excited grin as she roughly tossed her purse and jacket into her chair.

“The funniest part is… these definitely weren't on my desk when I got here. They must have just been dropped off.” She eyes you curiously before looking around at the possible suitors within the small space. You noticed her lips pull into a smile as her eyes locked onto someone.

“Well, good morning Mr. Raglan.” Your blood turned to ice in your veins at the mention of his name.

“Good morning ladies, I hope you're having a good day so far.” You reluctantly turn to face him at the sound of your name. “Another present?” His eyes dart down to the half open box before returning to your face.

“Um, yes sir.” You squeak in response. “Still no name though.” You giggle.

“Shame…” he trails off as he studies you. “I hope he reveals himself soon, I'd like to know who's keeping that pretty smile on your face.” He winks before quickly turning and heading off.

“Something happened between you two, I can feel it.” She narrows her eyes, passing you your own mug of coffee as she settles in with her own. “Spill.”

“So, remember how you brought up that whole flirting thing?” She nods. “Well, I may have pushed things a little further than just, you know, giggling and fawning over his muscles, right?” Her silence was making your nerves run rampant. “I may or may not have kissed him on the cheek when we were parting ways last night.” She gasps your name in shock. “It felt right, okay!” You yell-whisper. “He walked me out to my car, I had already been flirting with him a little bit earlier, he was being his usual sweet and handsome self… I don't know what came over me, it just sort of happened.” You bury your face in your hands.

“What did he say?” She pushes your shoulder lightly to regain your attention.

“I don't know, I got in my car and I left.”

“Are you kidding me? You kissed him and then just walked away?”

“On the cheek!” You rush to clarify.

“On the cheek or not doesn't matter, what if that could have turned into something more?”

“Doubtful-”

“But how do you know?” Your mouth snapped shut at her statement. “Give yourself a little more time to feel things out, but I would say after that you should definitely try to make things a little more serious.”

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You tapped softly against Steve’s office door, a pile of folders situated neatly in your grasp. He calls you in, his back facing you as you enter the room. You wait patiently for him to finish up the phone call he was on, jumping slightly as he slams down the receiver. He groans as he spins in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I swear, they always stick me with the worst damn clients.”

“It's because you’re the best career counselor in the state, if anyone can solve hopeless cases it's you.” You laugh softly, Steve brightens up at the compliment.

“Why thank you bunny.” He says before letting out a quiet chuckle. “I don't know about the best, but flattery will get you everywhere young lady.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I brought you Mr. O’Malley’s file, along with the applications and other paperwork for the company's we work with that hire people with criminal records. Is there anything else you'd like from me?”

“For you to come to dinner with me tonight.” The request rang in the otherwise silent room like a gunshot. You could hear the blood rushing behind your ears as you processed whether or not you had heard him correctly. “You've been working a lot of late nights, if it's alright with you I'd like to handle things for you for a change.” He smiles warmly at you, you stared back at him with a shocked, empty expression as your mind struggled to catch up with your words.

“I…” you trail off, the warmth in his eyes quickly turning into an expression of panic.

“Sorry if I overstepped, you can say no I won't be offended.” He hurries to apologize.

“Steve.” You jolted slightly at how forceful your own voice came out. You sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to steady your pounding heart. “I would love to. You didn't overstep, I'm just… surprised?” It came out as more of a question but that felt fitting for the moment. You were beyond excited, still not fully believing that he had just asked you to dinner.

“Why's that rabbit?” He rests his chin in the palm of his hand as he leans on his desk, his expression more perplexed than anything else.

Your hand slid over the cool metal doorknob. “It’s just kind of hard to believe that the most handsome man I've ever met is asking me to have dinner with him later.” Your lips pull into a coy smile. “I'll see you later tonight, Steve.” You quickly slip out of his office, heading quickly back to your desk. You decided it was best to wait to mention this to Linda, your nerves were already running rampant as it was. You tried your best to get through the rest of the work day without looking suspicious, but her sharp eyes noticed how frequently you checked the time, how you nervously flipped your pen in between your fingers as you sat idly at your keyboard.

She swivels her chair to face you, her long acrylics drumming rhythmically across the desk. You internally cringe as you watch her eyes narrow. “Spill-”

“He asked me to dinner.” The pressure was immediately too much. “I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be thinking about it all day but I can't stop.”

“I'm sorry, you didn't want to tell me about the biggest development in your love life since I've met you? He's so into you, this is going to be great!” She tries to encourage you.

“What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm boring or I'm not what he thought I would be like outside of work?” You start to ramble out your anxieties.

“Slow down, that's not going to happen. You are so cool, I need you to remember that.” She starts to dig around through her purse, producing a few makeup products and some tissues. “Go touch up if you want to, I can hold down things here.” You quietly thank her, heading to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup.

The remainder of the day crawled by until five o'clock eventually rolled around. Linda sat at your side, fussing over your hair and trying to convince you to remove the sweater you were wearing to reveal the slinky black cocktail dress you were currently wearing as a skirt. “I'm going to freeze to death.” She practically throws her jacket at you.

“I know exactly which dress that is, you look hot as fuck in it. Give me the sweater.” She orders. You groan and reluctantly pull it over your head, tossing it at her before standing and slipping your arms into the satin lined sleeves. “Heading out, Mr. Raglan?” She couldn't hide the excited tone in her voice as you heard his heavy footsteps approach behind you.

“As long as this pretty little thing is ready to go.” You turn to face him, your cheeks warm as you try to hide your flustered expression. “You look beautiful, rabbit.”

“I'll see you tomorrow Linda.” You smile as he offers you his arm, guiding you into his side as you leave the building together.

He opens your door for you, holding your hand as you lower yourself into the impeccably clean vintage muscle car. He slides into the driver's seat with a soft groan, his gold framed aviators glinting in the setting sunlight. A smile spreads across his face as he studies you in the seat next to him. He silently starts the car, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he turns to back up. As he sits back down his arm remains in place, his large warm hand settling on your arm and pulling you to him. You lean in and place a soft kiss to his cheek, your eyes immediately darting down to your lap. He chuckles, taking your chin between his fingers and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You better be careful, you might get yourself into trouble doing things like that.” He chuckles, watching your eyes widen under his hungry gaze.

Steve drove you to a cute little bistro that overlooked the river that ran through town. With you tucker safely away into his side to brace against the cold he led you inside. You were sat in a corner, tucked away from everyone else. He ordered for you, wanting you to just enjoy your evening. “Thank you for coming with me.” He says with a bashful smile.

“Thank you for asking me.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched his large, calloused hand reach across the pristine white table cloth to envelope your own.

“The Valentine's Day party is tomorrow.” He suddenly chimes in. You hum in response, eyeing him curiously. “Have you decided if you're going or not?”

“I've definitely been considering it. At the very least I'd get to see you, if anything.” You smile warmly.

“You're sweet.” He gives your hand a soft squeeze. “I'll never understand why you willingly choose to spend time with an old man like me.” Your eyes snapped to him, your heart beginning to race as you debated just putting all of your feelings out into the open.

“Well,” your voice shakes when you finally find the nerve to speak, “that's because I-”

“You folks have a wonderful night.” Your jaw snaps shut as the waiter approaches your table to drop off your check.

“You, what, rabbit?” You search his features for a moment, the building confidence spurring you forward had fizzled out in an instant. You slowly pulled your hand out of his, folding it neatly in your lap, he quickly copied your motions.

“I just think you're really easy to talk to.” You mumble, fidgeting with your fork in front of you. “It should be me who's confused.” You try your best to force out a laugh. “I'm just some dumb little post grad who can't find a job in her field, I'm nothing special Steve.”

“Did you know, it took me seven years to find a job in my field after I graduated college?” His voice came out gentler than you had ever heard it. “Bunny just because you're at a different point than you thought you'd be by now doesn't mean that you're not special or that you're falling behind or any way you could look at it. I look forward to coming to work everyday not because I give a singular fuck about what I do, let's not get that confused.” His crass statement made you giggle, you notice your lightening composure made his shoulders relax slightly. “I look forward to coming in every day because I know that you're going to be there. You're going to bounce into the office in your pretty outfits with your cute little heels and that infectious smile of yours… Honey, I know it's hard to see from the outside looking in, but you are a goddamn treasure to have in my life.” He chuckles. Your cheeks burned as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap.

“Thank you Steve, it's nice to hear something so positive from someone I admire so much.” He settles your tab, walking to your side of the table to offer you his hand. You smile softly, allowing your fingers to ghost over his rough, calloused skin.

“I don't like seeing my girl looking so down.” You squeeze his hand, your fingers pushing through his as he gently tugs you towards the door. You rode back to the office in a comfortable silence. Steve's arm draped over your shoulder as you settled into his side, the warmth creeping into your body from his own making your eyes heavy. As you pulled in you were a bit reluctant to leave. Every subtle, slightly too long glance made your heart thrum, the way you pressed into him felt like a puzzle piece finally slotting into its perfect match. Being with Steve felt like home.

“I had a great time with you tonight.” You state softly in the small space.

“Same here rabbit.” He carefully reaches out, tucking some stray hair behind your ear. “I do have one more, albeit strange, question for you.” He chuckles.

“And what might that be?” You found yourself leaning in closer to him, your gaze slowly falling to his lips that were tantalizingly close.

“Will you dance with me?” As intoxicating as the idea of kissing him was, you were definitely more perplexed by the offer that had just materialized before you.

“I would love to.” Steve found a station playing some old love song, the trumpet’s lazy melody bringing a smile to your face as your stomach filled with butterflies. His strong arm slides around your waist, pulling you to him as softly as he could manage. He treats you as if you were made of glass, as if the smallest rough movement would have you shattering beneath his fingers. The bright light of the full moon made you glow before Steve's eyes.

“You look so beautiful rabbit.” He whispers. You allow him to effortlessly spin you around the pavement, your movements easily falling in time with his. The world around you faded away, leaving nothing but you and him and the dreamy, far off sound of the radio drifting from his car speakers. He dips you low, your body falling into his hands with complete trust. As you pull back up your eyes find his, striking silver that only seemed to draw you in deeper. He takes a step back from you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You're a wonderful dancer.” You compliment with a soft giggle. He holds you close to him as he guides you back to your car. He opens your door, holding your hand in his as you lower yourself into your driver's seat.

“You're not so bad yourself.” He grins down at you, shooting you a wink. “Goodnight rabbit.”

“Goodnight Steve.” You couldn't keep the sad smile off your face as he turned to leave.

“You deserve someone who's going to choose you every day, not that it would be a hard choice.” He chuckles. “Bunny, you're beautiful, funny, kind, smart. Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.” He states in a hurried tone before leaving you to sit in the still, silent night.

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The next morning started out just like any other. You went through your daily routine the same way you always did. But, you couldn't shake the memory of what Steve had said to you the night before. ‘Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.’ You finished off your makeup before grabbing your coat and heading out the door. You greeted your coworkers in your usual chipper tone as you made your way to your desk. You were met with the sight of a small, yellow plush sitting on your desk, a rose situated neatly in his lap. You picked it up with a smile, rubbing its soft, velvet ear between your fingers as you study it. The note that was left with it contained a single sentence. But, those three words were enough to tell you exactly who your secret admirer had been this whole time. You struggled to keep your composure as you repeatedly traced over the neat script that you now recognized perfectly. “To my rabbit.” You breathe out through a laugh, your vision blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. You cradle the stuffed animal close to your chest, hurrying down to Steve's office. You didn't bother knocking, pushing through the door to find Steve answering emails, an alarmed expression on his face as he whips around to face you.

“Bunny are you o-” you wave your hand in front of him, cutting him off as you try to find the right words to say.

“I'm falling for you.” The confession hung thick in the air after it fell from your lips. Steve blinked a couple times, his brows furrowing together in confusion. “I'm tired of hiding this from you. I was worried what would happen if I told you, I mean, you're my boss, you could fire me right now and there's nothing I would be able to do about it.” Both of you laugh, the tension melting slightly at your small joke.

“I take it you found out who your secret admirer is.” A smile stretches across his lips as his gaze darts down to the rabbit in your hand.

“Why didn't you just tell me?” You sniffle, a tear trailing down your cheek. He pushes himself out of his seat with a soft groan.

“Because, I had convinced myself that you could do a lot better than me.” He takes your hands in his. “But, I'm starting to realize that's not true…” He smiles as he studies how small your hands were in his. “Sure, I can't give you all the money in the world, I can't buy you fancy jewelry at the drop of a hat, I don't live in a mansion…” he sucked in a deep breath to steady himself before continuing. “What I do know is that I want to be the one to pick up the pieces when your world feels like it's falling apart, I want to be the one to hold you tightly in my arms while we drift off to sleep at night. I want to be able to choose you day in and day out because I can't imagine a more perfect woman to fall in love with.” You looked away from him, your cheeks streaked with tears.

You reached out, grabbing him by his toe to yank him down to your level. His lips crashed into yours, two strong hands finding their way to your waist to steady both of you. As you tried to pull back you felt his fingertips press into the soft flesh of your hip, keeping you rooted in place as he drank in every second of this moment. You both separated with a soft gasp, your lungs burning with need for air. “Steve?”

“Yes my beautiful bunny?” He responds breathlessly, tilting your chin up gently with his finger.

“Will you be my Valentine?” He chuckles, no words were needed for you to know his answer. He captures your lips in a much softer, more tender kiss that leaves you feeling light headed.

“Does this mean I should get you more flowers?”

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[atomic-chronoscaph]

TGIF

[sp0o0kylights]

Eddie Munson was having the kind of high where your hands were as floaty as your thoughts.

World tinged with a droopy-eyed vignette, he watched smoke loop lazily towards his window, twirling opaque in beams of light.

A knock sounded on his door, and Eddie simply stared at, unwilling to move.

His thick thoughts had him almost convinced he'd imagined it when it came again, a little louder and a touch more frantic.

'I should get up,' Eddie thought, with zero intention of following through.

The bed was too comfortable, his limbs velcroed in.

Someone started cursing, just barely heard through the thin trailer walls.

Eddie tracked it as it moved, circling around, a thread of concern wormed its way through the soft, engulfing fog.

It sharpened to a needle point when his window was thrust up with a bang. Seconds later a puff of hair climbed through, followed by broad shoulders and a build that could only belong to a grizzly--or Steve Harrington.

Grizzly Steve struggled trying to dodge all the shit flung around the room-unfamiliar with the path Eddie had taught himself and his bandmates.

He’d long found that a room covered in items made a pretty combination alarm system and booby trap, a fact he told Wayne repeatedly.

"Jesus I thought you were a bear." Eddie said jolting back in delayed action as Steve stood with a huff, hands on his hips.

"If you could answer your damn,--a bear?" Steve narrowed his eyes huffing dramatically. "You thought I was a bear!?"

Eddie managed to sit up on his elbows. "Sorry man. You were just kinda." He tilted his head. "Beary."

"Whaa-- tha' hell" Gareth announced his presence with a mutter, sitting up besides Eddie with his hair looking like an entire birds nest. It obscured his view, and he sleepily lifted a hand to comb through it.

It did absolutely nothing, as his curls immediately flopped back down into his eyes.

Steve froze.

"Ah." He said, looking between Eddie and the lump of blankets making up Gareth.

Steve's voice abruptly pitched itself adorably high. "Ahhh--"

The blush that spread across his face was an equal delight and Eddie knew it was a bad idea to drink it in, aim a dopey little grin Steve's way, but figured he could blame any backlash on the weed.

At least that's what said weed told him would work, and he was happy to comply.

"Harrington?" Blanket-Gareth asked, like he wasn't sure he was awake.

Which collected Eddie's wandering consciousness enough for a couple of cohesive thoughts. "Hey, mon cher," he hummed, rolling a hand out to Steve. "Bad night?"

"I--yeah, uh, no, I mean--shit. Sorry." He cast a panicked look towards the door. "I'll get out of your hair."

Eddie made a tutting noise. "After all the effort you just went through to get in here? Stick around, man. Take a load off."

He tossed him what he hoped was a confident, dazzling gleam and not something half psychotic.

It was always a 50/50 chance when you were that high.

"What is happening right now? Do you guys do this often?" Gareth was waking up at speeds entirely too fast for Eddie so he flapped his free hand at him, in what he hoped conveyed 'stop it you shit before Steve bolts like a deer.'

The younger man's eyes were certainly wide enough, his whole body tense. "I don't wanna disturb you guys. I um," Steve rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "--didn't know you had company, sorry Eddie."

Then, in a painfully awkward voice that made him want to take Steve and tuck him against his chest, added "Sorry Gareth."

"What are you apologizing to me for--oh my God do you think I'm boning this moron?" Gareth had finally shed the blankets, face shifting so quickly through emotions that Eddie couldn't help the giggle that escaped him.

"Be nice, Gary, god." He chided, through snickers, as if Gareth was teasing them and not asking a legitimate question. "Stevie, go grab that blunt I have on my dresser and come lay down."

"You are literally holding a lit blunt right now." Steve pointed out, cheeks fully inflamed with embarrassment and eyes stubbornly not looking at Gareth.

Who groaned and flopped face-first back down on the bed, apparently over this entire situation.

Eddie look down at his hand in mild surprise. "So I am!"

He put the blunt he found in-between his fingers to his lips, inhaling a lung full of smoke.

Held the blunt out, wiggling it at Steve when he just stood staring until Eddie exhaled.

Something in Steve's eyes changed, a glimpse of that painful, living wound of a secret he was hiding inside himself surfacing and Eddie automatically knew what caused it

"Gareth doesn't care that you're here, he's just not a morning person." Eddie explained gently, still holding out the joint.

Smiled encouragingly when Steve still looked unsure.

"Promise. You can chill here if you need too, Pop Culture. Neither of us will bite" Eddie made a come here gesture and was happy to watch as Steve hesitantly approached. "Well, at least we won't until you ask really nicely."

Then he winked because apparently shooting himself in the foot continued to be his default reaction to Steve Harrington.

Gareth said into his pillow; "No we fucking won't, you muppet."

It was muffled, so Eddie ignored it.

"If you're sure--" Steve muttered lowly, and they both ignored how clearly relieved he was.

Took the blunt with fingers that trembled ever so slightly.

Slowly, they passed the blunt back and forth a few times, Steve standing over Eddie.

Who enjoyed the way the younger man relaxed, inch by inch. Like the anxiety and stress was being exorcised out of him.

Couldn't see anything physically wrong for once, but knowing Steve Eddie wasn't at all positive he wasn't hiding some random, ridiculous wound on his torso somewhere.

Graciously, he gave Steve the last puff of the joint, waiting until Steve had stubbed it out and down in his ashtray before carefully touching his arm (above the wrist, with his hand clasping comically slow around his skin.)

Started tugging just as slowly when Steve figured out what he was doing.

Eddie grinned at the snort he got, as Steve gave in and reluctantly got into the bed, Eddie shoving Gareth practically into the wall to make room.

A loud, incomprehensible grumble erupted, but Gareth otherwise made no complaints as Steve tucked in.

The bed wasn't built for two people let alone three, meaning they all ended up practically on top of each other, but Eddie didn't mind.

Steve clearly didn't either, with how fast he dropped off to sleep, his body curling even further into Eddie's than it had before.

Best friend cuddling his back and Steve tucked against his front, Eddie happily nodded off, warm and content.

[sazandorable]

akai shuuichi

For nearly a year now I have been plagued by awareness of and lust for Akai Shuuichi from classic manga/anime series Detective Conan, of all things. It never stops. It keeps getting worse. My friends with me in the fandom are angels of patience, indulgence and gentle teasing, but for everyone out of that loop I need to explain.

Akai Shuuichi.

He's got striking green eyes and identifiably long lashes.

He is so tall, wears leather jackets, and often has one or both hands in his pockets.

He's left-handed.

He smokes.

He drives cool cars.

He has lived in the UK, in Japan, and in LA.

He used to have princess long hair he was super proud about. He chopped it all off after "a bad breakup" (more on this later).

Most of the time he looks like death badly warmed over in a prehistoric microwave oven. Bags under his eyes, sharp boney facial structure that makes his face look like a skull, an entire scene dedicated to him dropping a can of shitty coffee in dramatic slow-mo, apparently out of exhaustion. I want to bundle him in a huge duvet and spoonfeed him chicken soup.

He is so fucking smart.

He is so fucking funny in a deadpan way.

He looks so serious but does the wildest shit like it's a normal (and easy) thing to do.

He is a sniper. An absurdly good one.

Also excellent physical fighter. He's so cool, he doesn't do karate or judo like the protag's close allies or even boxing like Sherlock Holmes -- he does Jeet Kune Do like Bruce Lee.

He is good at everything.

He's FBI, one of their best.

He doesn't say shit but understands everything.

At any given point you have no idea where the fuck Akai is and what he's doing, but he'll always be where he's needed.

Hottest trait: reliable. Unfailingly reliable.

He infiltrated the big bad meanie shadow organisation at the heart of the series' overarching plot and became a very high-ranking member of it.

Now that he's been found out and burned, the common reaction to Akai Shuuichi from members of that organisation is "shit, he's our biggest threat, kill kill kill".

A guy from the organisation once realised he was being chased by the Akai Shuuichi and immediately shot himself in the head rather than deal with him.

Another shot himself after having been dealt with by Akai Shuuichi.

To be fair, it's apparently the guideline of the org to not leave loose ends and not get caught alive, but still. This doesn't happen with other characters.

He was a honey pot.

His seduction method was to let his target hit him with her car and then hit on her when she visited him in the hospital.

He ended up catching genuine feelings for her. Then she got killed, so now he has angst about that.

He refers to wanting to avenge her death and kill the guy that killed her as "I'll make my girlfriend cry tears of scarlet blood in regret for ever dumping me".

He says to himself "Hi, my precious, precious lover ❤" while sniping at the man who killed her through that guy's own sniper scope from over 700 yards away.

Hits him, too. 600+ episodes later the guy still has the scar on his cheek and touches it occasionally.

He also dated a FBI colleague, whom he first met when they bumped into each other and he pointed out she should apologise too because "the blame was 50/50".

She was super offended. And then she dated him.

Another, male, colleague once referred to Akai Shuuichi as "my wife".

The official resident Pretty Boy fanservice man is obsessed with him because he believes Akai caused the death of his own childhood friend(/boyfriend).

It was actually the pretty boy's own fault. For incomprehensible reasons, instead of ever telling him that, Akai "the blame is 50/50" Shuuichi takes on that responsibility and even tells him he still feels sorry about it, and lets this incredibly dangerous man repeatedly try to out and/or kill him and put so, so many people in danger in an attempt to get his revenge. It is all incredibly homoerotic.

He still humiliates this guy every time they meet, and sometimes when they don't.

He's so sweet about so many upsetting things like this or his own honeypot girlfriend incident, but also so ruthless about others. He'll do anything to get a foot into the shadow organisation. He'll use himself as bait. He'll use a colleague who idolises him as decoy (with his knowledge and consent). He'll use a 6yo as scout. He'll use a comatose woman, her little brother, your crush's dad, your dad, his ex, himself again.

"No, Conan-kun, don't get your loved ones entangled into this, what we do is dangerous and sometimes we get people killed. Anyway let's use this entire hospital full of injured civillians for a high-risk trick." - Akai Shuuichi

He's so sweet and also such a dick.

He also has daddy issues because his father was MI6 and seems to have died on the job in mysterious circumstances.

He's an oldest brother.

Because of his choice to start a dangerous job after what happened to his father and various other plot reasons, he is estranged from his remaining family they don't even share a last name anymore.

He and his little sister barely know each other, but she's emulating him and looking for him and trying to know him and it's so sweet. He can't let that happen for both of their safety, but also he's being a dick about it.

He faked his death.

So he's currently on his 4th name (that I know of).

He's now pretending to be a 5 years younger phD student with pink hair, glasses, and turtlenecks.

The turtlenecks are for hiding the fact that he's constantly wearing a voice-changing device. The device is a metal choker.

He's now living his best domestic quiet life at the hero's parents' manor-like house, reading their books and drinking their booze.

The hero's dad, who is a very popular author, wrote a book inspired by him. The book inspired by him got adapted into a movie and won an award.

The hero's mom, who is an incredibly talented and famous actress and a total hottie, has a crush on him. She taught him to cook.

Sometimes he drops by the neighbours' to share a meal he cooked with the old man and little girl living there and the kids often visiting. The kids told him his curry was not that great so he's working on it.

For another meal that failed to satisfy, he read cookbooks then asked an old lady to teach him the special recipe that had emotional value to her.

Man who is good at everything is not good at cooking. So he's learning that. From the women in his life. For the kids in his life.

He's so fond of the hero. They get each other and they don't usually run into anyone who does. They like each other so much. Autistic to autistic communication.

The hero is in the body of a 6-year-old. Akai is so impressed with him and thinks he's so cool and talks to him like an equal.

One time they went fishing and for a cover the hero called him "daddy".

Akai Shuuichi knows he's a weapon of destruction and can do pretty much anything. He's not a brag about it, just practical. He is basically the hero's on-call guard/attack dog now.

When the hero needs help, he calls Akai-san, and Akai says yeah, I followed the situation, I was waiting for your call, I know what you're going to ask me to do. Point me at the target and I'll take care of it.

And then he just does that.

In the latest movie, the hero needs to take care of an armoured submarine that is currently underwater and doesn't get picked up by radards. Akai goes "ok, I can handle that".

He shows up in a helicopter with an American rocket launcher and is like "ok, just show me where it is". The hero just has to light up the submarine for a couple seconds. Then Akai one-shots it. From the helicopter. While it's still underwater.

Then he goes home.

(To the hero's parents' home.)

This is Akai Shuuichi with little resources and lots of constraints, such as being an FBI agent in Japan not supposed to be there or do anything, certainly not use weapons, and by the way legally dead and cannot let the organisation know he's still alive because that would endanger several other people.

He plays the accordion.

[daisynik7]

Rough Day

Kishibe x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Summary: You know the perfect way to take care of your boyfriend when he’s had a rough day at work.

cw: established relationship, Kishibe is 50 while reader is younger (20s, 30s, even 40s, whatever you want), smut - blowjob, cream pie, vaginal sex (cowgirl), dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, princess, slut), multiple orgasms. Author's Notes: Another short smutty one-shot about one of my fictional boyfriends having a bad day, made better through sex (of course). Enjoy! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading! Banner made by @cafekitsune!

When Kishibe arrives home from work, he is tired. It doesn’t matter that he’s gotten used to this over the decades; killing devils is always exhausting. Plus, being over the hill doesn’t help either. There are aches and pains he suffers through more so than he did in his youth. He never wishes for a time machine, but sometimes, he wants to feel young and spry again, if just for a moment. 

And that’s where you come in.

He never expects it from you, although you always manage to know exactly when he needs it. You’ve been together long enough to understand when he’s in need of some serious rest and relaxation, the kind that only you can provide to him. He drags his feet through the door, quietly grunting as he slowly slips out of his shoes, barely speaking a word. He stands behind you on the couch, leaning down to give you a peck on the cheek, draping his coat on the arm rest beside you. Still quiet, he heads directly into the bedroom, the soft thud of him collapsing onto the mattress making you smile. You shut the TV off and follow him in, seeing him splayed out at the end of the bed, legs hanging off the edge, feet flat on the carpet. An exasperated sigh leaves his lips.

“Rough day?” you ask, amused at the dramatics.

He simply grunts in response. Very rough day, you think. 

You step towards the bed, looking at him, smirking. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

He always tries to downplay it, but his eyes widen ever so slightly, excited. “No.”

“Are you sure about that?” You kneel in front of him, spreading his legs apart and positioning yourself between. “You sure you don’t want me to take care of you?” 

Reaching for his waistband, you start to unbuckle his belt. He hums, low and gravely from his throat. “Do you want to take care of me?” Kishibe is always too ashamed to ask for it initially. He’d rather you offer it. 

Feeling generous, you answer, “I do. I want to make you feel good.” Unzipping his pants, you hook your fingers through the belt loops, shimmying it down his legs until they’re at his ankles. There’s an evident bulge in his boxer briefs, tight against the fabric, aching to be free, to be touched. You place your hand gently to his balls, massaging him. “Fuck,” he moans.

You slide along the outline of his erection, teasing it between your fingers. He props himself on his elbows, watching you work your magic. The same tired expression in his face, except for eyes flickering with lust. Slipping beneath the band, you tug at his underwear, his boner flopping against his abdomen. At this, he sits up, leaning back on his wrists, looking down at you with his dick twitching in front of your face. You gaze at him, grinning as you stroke him. He groans, eyes never leaving you, loving the way his stiff cock is snug in your fist, jerking him off exactly the way he likes it. You’re always so good to him.

After a few pumps, you lean closer, grazing your lips at the tip, sticky with precum. Spreading it like a fucking gloss. You taste it, enjoying the salty bitterness that you’ve indulged in plenty of times before. With your lips surrounding him, you sink down, taking him into your mouth. He sucks in a breath, resisting the urge to thrust deep into your throat as you bob up and down on his shaft. 

“Fuck, princess,” he mutters, knuckles curled into the sheets. “Feels so fucking good.”

You hum happily, plunging further to the base, nose buried in his groin, chin brushing his balls. His tip tickles the back of your throat, swallowing around him until there’s tears welling in your eyes and your gag reflex activates. You pull off quickly to catch your breath, a thick string of saliva connected from his cockhead to your lip, him in your fist again. 

He shifts forward, reaching towards you to brush away the small tear at the corner of your eye. “So good to me,” he whispers. “My perfect little slut.” His thumb grazes your lips, then slips in entirely. You suck on it as he presses on your tongue, swiping it across wet heat. You continue to stroke him, dick firm in your hold, almost at his climax. When you increase the pace, he stops you, pulling his thumb out.

“Rub your pussy on me. I want to come like that,” he huffs, scooting up the bed. He kicks off the slacks pooled at his ankles, now completely naked from below the waist, tossing his loose tie to the floor and unbuttoning his dress shirt halfway. You strip out of your pants and underwear, crawling over to straddle him, rubbing your throbbing pussy along his shaft. 

“Just like that,” he says, palms resting behind his head, enjoying the show. “Rub your clit on it. I know you want to.”

You grab his dick, flicking it on your bud, moaning at the sensation. Your hole flutters, desperate to be filled. How easy it would be to slip it inside, to be fucked rough and fast. But you know what he wants. He’s always like this when he’s stressed. You grind against him, waiting for your cue, his hips bucking, breaths shallow, abdomen clenched tight. He’s so close, and you’re so needy. 

“I’m gonna come, baby. You know what to do,” he growls, staring at you. You shift above him, positioning his cock at your slick entrance, sliding it in about halfway with your hand wrapped around the base, stroking him. Seconds later, he swears loudly, spurting his hot load inside you, filling you up. 

A normal man would be finished after this. This is basic biology, human anatomy. It’s nearly impossible for someone to remain erect during their refractory period, right? Isn’t this what every lame ex-boyfriend of yours has claimed? Well, Kishibe is no ordinary man. Besides being the world’s best devil hunter, your boyfriend is also a fucking sex god. This is just a preview. An appetizer. The warm-up. He’s far from being done with you. Very far from it. 

Stuffed with his load, he starts thrusting, cock even harder, fucking his cum deep inside you. “Touch yourself,” he demands, grip tight on your hips, guiding you up and down. “Love seeing you come on my cock.”

You reach between you, dipping into the creamy arousal smeared on his lap, rubbing your swollen clit with slick fingers until you climax. Body sweltering with passionate heat, you hoist your shirt off, unclasping your bra to free your breasts. He squeezes one with his hand, pinching at your nipple, causing you to cry out, “Oh fuck!” 

He nods with a smirk, feet flat on the mattress, bullying his way into your tight pussy. “You’re my nasty slut tonight, aren’t you? My own little sex toy. Love ruining this perfect pussy.” 

You bounce on him, a dumb expression on your face, salivating at the sides of your mouth. He’s buried inside you, fucking your sweet spot ruthlessly, steadfast on making you come again. His body moves in a frenzy, completely different from how he was moments ago. The promise of sex flicked a switch in him. You always know how to bring life back into him, especially after an exhausting day like today. 

His hands slide to your back, guiding you to his chest. “Kiss me.” And of course you do, lips smacking, tongues licking at each other, sloppy and fervent. He slows his thrusts, savoring how seamlessly he fits inside you, shaped perfectly around him. Gliding to your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he rails you. Your face is nuzzled into his neck, sucking at the skin to create love marks. You come once more without telling him, though he figures it out anyways. Always so observant and keen to even the smallest details about you.

“I know you came again. Making a fucking mess on my cock. I love it,” he teases, giving you a harsh spank on your bottom. “Give me more.”

You keep taking it, cock pumping in and out of you smoothly, creamy and slick with arousal. Eventually, you orgasm a third time, squeezing around him, body spent above him. Still, he doesn’t stop, not until he spills every last drop of his cum inside you, until his balls are empty, and he has no more of himself to give you. 

He manages to keep it up for several more minutes before he’s pushed past the edge, shooting thick spurts of cum all over your pussy walls. He coils his arms around you in a tight embrace, creamy mess flowing out of your fluttering hole and onto his lap. A few beats of silence pass, then, with a satisfied sigh, he says, “Thank you. I needed that.”

You snuggle closer to him, smiling. “I’m always happy to help.”

He kisses the top of your head, inhaling the familiar scent he adores so much. “I love you, princess.”

“I love you too, Kishibe.”

[risingsoleil]

tenzin waking lin midnight just because he’s horny🏃‍♂️

Just because they're 50 and 51 now does not mean that their libido has disappeared.

He curves his body along his wife's sleeping body, burying his face in her neck. Lin moans in her sleep shifting her ass against his groin.

Tenzin dips his hand beneath her shirt, caressing her stomach and traveling up to her breast. His fingertips stroke her nipple and now Lin stirs awake.

"Tenz...I'm tired..."

A kiss behind her ear.

"I really, really need you," he whispers. His leg wiggles between her thighs. "I'll do all the work."

Lin clicked her tongue and kept her eyes shut. "Yeah, right," she grumbled.

"Do you want to?"

"If you say you'll do all the work, I'll be your sex doll tonight. But please not inside me."

Another kiss to her neck. "You make me insatiable."

"I wish I could return the favor with more energy."

He pinched her nipple and raised her shirt higher until it bunched over both breasts. "Shhhh, let me appreciate your body...your beautiful, sexy body that belongs to me..."

"It's chilly."

Tenzin rolled her on her stomach. "I'll keep you warm, honey. It's my job." Carefully, he pulls her shorts down over the curves of her ass and along her slender thighs. It takes a bit of awkward shuffling to get her shorts further down, and Lin uses one foot to slip one leg out of it.

He barely slides his trousers down and allows it to hang halfway down his legs as he rubs his erection along Lin's inner thighs. Stroking her folds, he knew she wasn't wet enough. Tenzin curved over her, grinding himself into Lin and resisting the urge to just ram himself inside her.

Soft moans bubbled beneath him and his larger hands covered his wife's and interlocked their fingers together.

"When you come home tomorrow..."

"Mhm?"

"All the laundry will be done and folded. You'll get a relaxing massage and a warm, steamy bath with orchids. I'll make the kids stay in town and it will only be me and you."

His wife giggled, her body trembling softly from the laughter. "Are you trying to turn me on with chores?"

A smile grows on his face and he kisses her cheek. "Yes."

"Then continue."

"I'll sweep and clean our bedroom without a shirt. That way you can see how strong your husband is when he lifts this bed to get all the dust out of here. And I can serve you cut fruit while you listen to a jazz record in our bed...followed by a foot massage."

He feels her drip more.

"You're selling the fantasy for me..." she says breathlessly, grinding back against his dick.

Tenzin groans into her skin, meeting her teasing and finally feeling that she's ready. He exhales low and deep as he slides inside of Lin until he reaches the end.

Lin releases a high gasp into the pillow, tightening her hands in his.

Tenzin straightens his arms, holding his weight up as he pumps in and out of her. It begins slow, yet deep. The heat and tightness of Lin surrounding him could never be described, except for heavenly, divine, pure bliss. Considering that this is about his pleasure, he decides not to take long in indulging his own needs.

All Lin asked was not to let himself go inside her.

Low grunts and moans mingle with deeper and faster thrusts, and Lin is left breathless. Her voice is higher than usual, eyes closed as her husband uses her. He speeds up and then pulls out.

She can hear him vigorously stroking himself and then feels warm splurts on her ass. Tenzin's hand grabs her cheek, thumb massaging his cum into her skin. He reaches over for a tissue and cleans them up properly.

Just when he's about to slide her shorts back on, Lin makes a sound.

"Forget it. Just sleep."

Tenzin smiles and simply nods, curling into the bed and shifting to his side. His wife's side of the bed moves and then he feels her arms wrap around him, her chest rising and falling against his back. She kisses part of his tattoo and loops her leg on top of his.

"Good night, love," she murmurs.

Tenzin feels like a giddy princess and he revels in his wife spooning him. "Good night, honey."

[sugar-omi]

teasing cove when you have a crush on each other drives me So crazy

flirty eyes from across the counter, sliding your hand across his chest... or even worse (read as: better), putting your hand on the small of his back as you go around him to the refrigerator

and the idea of doing it before he's going out w his parents is even better

sat on top of his car, laughing and whispering to yourselves. you lean in to whisper something in his ear or lean closer to his face to say something smug, something flirty and he flushes

then his parents walk outside, all cheery then they pause a bit when they see the deer-in-headlights look on cove's face and the way you pause

kyra gives a cheery greeting and cliff laughs, realizing what a awkward situation he's walked in on but he greets you anyway.

"hi," you smile, abandoning your conversation with cove and talking with his parents while he fidgets beside you. "well i should get going.."

and you slide off the hood of cove's car, fixing your bottoms and you put a hand on cove's shoulder which makes him jump.

"i'll see you later cove." your hand drag down his arm as you walk away, slipping into your house.

its silence between them before cove jumps up and exclaims about how theyre gonna be late

or you have cove over one night, and you have the house to yourself. your moms and cove's parents are out, catching a movie and dinner and your sister is sleeping over a friends house in the city to catch up with her old group, so there's no one around to tease you or usher cove out for the next 4 hours at least.

taking the opportunity to be as loud as you want, you put on some music and its so... flirty

(i can see sabrina carpenter "nonsense" or sza "the weekend" or my favorite 50 cent "best friend")

maybe its not meant to be, maybe the beat isnt anything remotely sexy and more on the pop side, but either way you're mouthing/singing the lyrics back to him and you're obviously flirting with him

even though you're just moving throughout the kitchen without any rhythm and you just leaned forward across the counter but you did it with a smile and you're teasing him.

oh god even better, you're in the kitchen trying to make this box brownie you bought at the store and the radio is on low, and you're sitting on the counter and cove is mixing the batter

maybe its because he has the best arms between you two or maybe its because you wanna watch how his veins pop and his hands look wrapping around the spoon...

you like him way too much if you can find him stirring brownie batter together sexy, but thats not your problem

mmm imagine cove coming behind you to help you get the brownie pan out of the cabinet, helping you move the pots and pans in front of it and his body is against yours. and hes so chill about it, as if his groin is pressed again you....

and when its finally in the pan and its cooked, you're trying the brownies and cove finishes his so you pull him in by his belt loops...

he totally freezes up but youre in front of him, holding out a brownie for him to eat from your hand and he keeps eye contact as he bites down. hes watching you, and youre watching the way his lips part as he bites down and how he licks his lips...

and cove swallows, youre watching the way his throat bobs...

omg and if you bite the same spot he bit into, looking into cove's eyes the entire time and his hands move to your thigh, the other to the back of your neck..

and you both lean in and meet in the middle, and you're so lost in kissing each other that you drop the brownie. as much as you like, love, kissing cove you're glad that that was a smaller slice since these brownies are pretty damn good

but then cove slips his tongue in your mouth and suddenly the brownies taste so subpar to this...

oh man i need to stop typing n write this shit immediately 🙌🙌🙌😫

[beggingforxavier]

A Weekend in NYC // Xavier Thorpe

This is an alt! Follow my main blog: @beggingforxavierthorpe

About: Xavier finally comes to visit you in New York City for the holidays.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Oral (m & f recieving), P in V unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, spitting, talk of cum eating.

“Hey, I’m here!” You hear your boyfriend through the speaker of your phone and start to look around for him.

Grand Central Station is absolutely bustling this time of year, with the large Christmas tree in the center of the lobby.

“I’m by the main entrance. Just follow the signs and find the big tree.” You stay on the phone with him though, so enthused to finally have Xavier in your city for the first time.

It takes about ten minutes and a lot of explaining, but eventually you feel a tap on your shoulder. Whirling around, you look up into your boyfriend’s soft, green eyes.

“Hi there.” He murmurs, grinning wide at you. You let out a squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. Xavier chuckles lowly and lifts you up for a moment, abandoning his duffel bag to twirl you around. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Pulling back, you kiss him sweetly, before beaming up at him, your smile dazzling.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” You exclaim, tugging on his arm with excitement. “There’s so much I want to show you!”

He kisses your forehead, breathing you in for another second before slinging his arm around your shoulders and picking up his bag.

“Where do we begin?” He asks as you lead him out to the busy street.

“Well, I’m going to take you to the apartment so we can drop off your bag. And then I thought we could see the tree in Rockefeller Center, and also see the New Year’s ball in Times Square…” You mumble on, trying to lead him through the throngs of people rushing to their next destination.

Luckily for him, Xavier’s long legs make matching your quick pace easy.

You quickly go to your apartment, tossing his duffel inside the front door, barely giving Xavier a chance to look around before you’re pulling him out again. His cheeks are reddened in the cool New York winter breeze, and he tightens his scarf around his neck. Walking the streets at such a quick pace was quite the workout, and when you finally make it to Rockefeller Center, he’s breathing heavily. You grin up at him, used to the pace at this point, and you wrap your arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“You gonna survive?” You tease him, and he chuckles.

“I think I need one kiss, or I’ll die.” He leans down and steals one quickly, and you squeeze his waist.

“Well, we don’t want that, do we? You’ll miss this.”

The crowd parts and the tree comes into view, large, full, and so incredibly tall. Xavier lets out a little gasp and moves closer to the colorful tree. He walks right up to the barrier and gazes up in astonishment.

“How the fuck is it so big? Is it real?” He asks, gazing down at you.

“Yes, it’s real. I think they get it imported from Sweden. Norway? I can’t remember.” You shake your head and your breath clouds around your mouth.

“It’s beautiful.”

You two stand there for a few more minutes before you give him a tour, showing him Radio City Music Hall, and walking the couple blocks to Times Square.

“So that big glass ball up there is the same one on your TV that drops on New Year’s Eve.” You point up to where it is, looping your arm with his.

Xavier is overwhelmed with the number of billboards and buildings, gazing up to where you’re pointing.

“How many people live here again?” He asks, gazing around at the massive crowds.

“Like 8 million, but most of these people are tourists. We get a LOT of tourists. Like 50 million or something. It’s crazy.” You explain, walking past the shops and stopping for a minute. “Do you want to get a souvenir? We could get you a classic I heart NY shirt.”

“Maybe we should come back tomorrow? I don’t know what I’d-holy shit.” He drops your hand and moves towards the art gallery next door.

Xavier peers in the window and bites his lip, wanting to go in but he can tell its closed.

“We could come back later tonight when it’s open. We could also visit the Museum of Modern Art? I know you’d like it.” You offer, and he turns to you.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course I would, loser. I’d do anything for your dumb ass.” You lean up and kiss him sweetly, and he grins into the kiss, his hands finding your hips and squeezing gently.

The smell of fresh pizza fills the air, and you pull away, pecking his lips once more before gazing up into his eyes.

“How about authentic New York pizza?” You ask, grabbing your wallet from your purse. “My treat.”

Xavier huffs at the last part but allows you to drag him into the pizza shop.

When you finally get back to the apartment, it’s dark outside. You both flop onto the couch, feet sore and bellies full.

“So, d’you love it?” You look over at him, reaching out your hand for his and squeezing it once he places his palm against yours.

“I love you.” Xavier rests his head back against his arm and gazes lovingly at you. When you pout at the non-answer, he smirks. “Yes, baby. I love it here. There’s so much to do, so much to see. I’m so excited for the museum tomorrow and the shows.”

“What was your favorite part?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Seeing you again.” He answers smoothly, and you roll your eyes at him, though a grin spreads across your face. His eyes are filled with adoration as he repeats himself. “I love you.”

“I love you too, you big dork.”

You slide down so your head is in his lap, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, pushing his hair back away from his face with his hand. Meanwhile, his other moves into yours, playing with the strands and massaging your scalp. You moan softly at the attention, and you can feel his cock twitch against your cheek at your sounds.

A smirk plays on your lips, and you carefully sit up, moving from the couch and sliding to your knees in front of him.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” Xavier asks, raising his eyebrow but making no move to push you away.

You look up innocently from your spot between his legs and shrug.

“I don’t know.” You lean closer, reaching forward and starting to palm him through his pants.

“Oh yeah? Are you sure?”

“I want to make you feel good.” You say offhandedly, your focus on unwrapping your favorite toy from its confines.

He almost groans at your words alone, his cock already hardening from the attention your hand is giving him. The zipper of his jeans is loud in the quiet room as you unbutton his pants and free him. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and he hisses as you begin to stroke him a couple of times dry.

“Babe-“ He grabs your wrist and stops you. “Get it nice and wet first for me.”

You smile and lean forward, flattening your tongue and licking up the side of his shaft. Xavier curses and lets his head fall back a little, his hands moving to grip the edge of the couch. Your tongue swipes over the tip of his cock, collecting the precum that has begun to dribble out from his slit. Your tongue teases the tip gently, lapping at it for a few moments, knowing how wild that drives him. That earns you a louder groan, and you lean back, spitting onto his cock and then taking it fully into your mouth. Sucking gently, you begin to bob your head, taking more of him with each bob.

Xavier’s large hand finds the back of your head, forcing himself further down your throat and holding you there. Your nose presses into his skin and you choke around his cock, tears starting to leak from the corners of your eyes. You stay pressed down as long as you can, your throat spasming around him and causing the grunting sounds you currently hear. When it becomes too much, you tap on his thigh, and he immediately lets you up with a groan.

“That’s my good girl. Do you want me to pump you full? Claim you as mine?” Xavier croons, pushing your hair away from your face. When you nod, Xavier smiles and leans forward, pulling you up and into his lap. “Can you show me how badly you want it, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes.” You manage, and Xavier’s large hands grip your hips, forcing them to roll over his cock, spreading your wetness against his hard-on.

His tip pulls at your entrance while grinding a couple of times before he grips himself and starts to smack himself against your clit. You whimper and hold onto his shoulder tightly, looking down between you both. You both watch as his cock disappears into your cunt, and then you make eye contact, groaning as your mouths latch together again.

You kiss him deeply, his tongue teasing yours, and he chases your mouth when you pull away to focus on rocking your hips against his. Xavier’s hands move to grip your ass, squeezing it roughly as you lift your hips and drop them back down again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room between your mixed groans and moans. His hand pulls back and comes down on your cheek, the sting radiating across as it jiggles. He smooths his hand over it to soothe the pain, and then does it again, wanting to see his large, red handprint marked there.

“Fuck, just like that.” He moans, his hands guiding your movements. Your walls flutter around his length as it plunges inside you over and over, squeezing him just right like always. His eyes watch the way your chest bounces with each drop of your hips, and he leans forward, about to take one of your nipples into his mouth when he grunts again. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at that comment, and you reach forward to stroke his cheek as he pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. Your head falls back, hips stuttering at the added stimuli. Xavier’s tongue flicks it gently before he moves to the other one, getting each nice and perked. When he removes his mouth completely, his fingers come to tug on both gently.

After a few more moments, Xavier lifts you off him and kisses your shoulder before sliding out from beneath you. His tall frame stands up behind you, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the couch. Your cheek presses into the cushion as he drives his cock back inside you.

“Oh, shit.” You whimper, your toes curling as he presses even deeper inside of you, burying himself to the hilt before pulling back and snapping his hips roughly into yours.

Xavier sets a brutal pace, leaning forward over you, one of his hands pressing on your shoulders to ensure your face is digging into the cushion below you, the other moving around to slap at your clit. You moan louder, trying to meet his thrusts but the pace is too quick for you. One particularly rough slap to your clit shoots tingles of mixed pain and pleasure through your body. You can almost feel the blood in your body move to your lower extremities, making your cunt throb around him.

“Such a pretty little slut. ‘M gonna give you all my cum.” He grunts out, hips ramming harder now.

His tip nudges against your sweet spot with every thrust now, and your legs begin to shake. He moves a hand to your hair, yanking you flush against his chest before tilting your head towards his.

“Open.” He says firmly, and you let your mouth drop open immediately.

Xavier proceeds to spit in your mouth, and you savor it, moaning greedily and opening again for him. He obliges and does it again for you. His assault on your clit never stops, and it only takes a couple more minutes before your walls are tightening around his cock, and you’re falling apart.

Your cries are loud, and he moves his hand up to your throat, silencing you with a kiss. He thrusts through your orgasm, before bottoming out completely, as deep as he can get, and cumming hard for you. Xavier lets out an extended groan low in his throat as he stays buried inside you. After a few moments, he lowers you back onto your hands and knees, pulling out.

His release drips out of you, and he dips his fingers in your messy cunt and pushes it right back inside.

“You look so pretty with a full cunt.” He murmurs to you, and you flush, wiggling your hips a little for him. “Who gets to fill this delicious pussy? Who does it belong to?”

“You.” Your voice is hoarse from all the moaning, but you respond automatically.

“That’s right. I own this pussy. It’s mine. And you’re my little breedable slut, aren’t you?” His eyes are trained on your leaking hole, but he smooths his hand over your cheeks lovingly.

“Yes, baby. I’m all yours.” You slowly move so you can kiss him.

Xavier kisses you back briefly, before his stomach rumbles and he pulls away.

“Good. Now, how about we finish that pizza we brought home? I’m suddenly starved. No idea why.” He teases, and you giggle.

“I can’t think of anything either.” You grin, shaking your head. “But maybe I’m just fucked dumb.”

Xavier groans at your words and pulls you in for another kiss. He almost growls into it before grabbing your legs and tugging on them, making you lay on your back.

“Actually, the pizza can wait. I have my meal right here.”

When his tongue laps at your hole, collecting your mixed releases, you both groan at the same time.

It’s official. Xavier loves New York. But he loves one thing more. You.