#THE HAND MOVEMENT IM CRYIN

[dxrlingx]

Im Cryin' While Im Cummin'

NSFW!

Warnings: AFAB!reader, sub!reader, PERVERT!ayato, School president!ayato, squirting, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, penetration. MDNI.

Perv!President ayato, who you manage to catch his eye, now obsessed and head over heels for you. Taking you on a stroll around the school garden, getting you out of trouble, making you have lunch with him in the headquarters and helping you with your studies just so he could get a room inside your little heart.

Perv!President ayato, who immediately gets hard in his pants as the wind blew through your skirt, revealing the cute pink panties you wore. Excusing himself as he ran to the bathroom, palming and stroking his cock as he desperately imagining it as your hands instead.

Perv!President ayato, who finally had enough and took you right there and then on the couch of the headquarters, not caring if the people walking by will hear the delicious noises you made as he refused to let you keep quiet; shoving two of his fingers inside you, lapping on your cunt like a starved man as he made you squirt on his face, happily drinking it up like it was finest wine in existence.

Perv!President ayato, who became moody and cranky, often snapping at his perks and his usual calm and collected demeanor gone, why? Because you decided to run off the other day after he made you squirt, he watched dumbfounded as you hurried off in embarrassment, leaving him hot and bothered as well as confused and frustrated.

Perv!President ayato, who can't stand you ignoring him, slowing going crazy day by day without spending time with you. But need not worry, he finally caught you, shoving you inside the janitor's closet, a smirk displayed on his lips as he listens to you confess the reason why you were avoiding him as he lifted you up, pushing your little panties aside.

Perv!President ayato, who rams his meaty cock into your squelching pussy like there's no tomorrow, fuck, this is all he needed. His movements became faster when he took a look at your teary face, hand holding onto his shoulder for dear life as you tried your best to keep quiet. Your back arched, eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, moaning at the feeling of ayato's warm seed filling your womb at the same time.

Perv!President ayato, who begins to move his hips once again, chuckling darkly as he hears your pleas for a break, only for you to whimper and moan out in pleasure as your sensitive walls twitched around his cock. Let's hope the janitor is REALLY busy...

[eli21345]

The Start

First time writing anything like this! :)

tw: suggestive??

Hobie brown x gn!reader

“Hobes?” I call out as I enter his canal boat in which he lives in. I look around for a few seconds and huff lightly, unable to find him instantly. I flop down on the couch and decide to just wait, my eyes drooping from boredom.

I feel a weight being placed on my lap, thinking it was Hobie’s head I reach down to stroke his hair, instead being met with his cat’s fur. Pinkie was his name, he was a skidish cat but always seemed to be found of me. “Hey pinkie.” I say as I look down giving the cat with a pink, spiked Mohawk a smile.

“Hey doll hav’ you seen pinkie- oh.” Hobie chuckles lightly as he looks down at the cat in my lap “I see he’s chose his throne.. but no’ for long-!” He picks up the cat swiftly, pinkie fighting back and squirming around. “Oh stop it, you likkle things jus’ got to take a bath!”

I giggle as I look up at hobie rolling my eyes “Jesus-“

“Ah.” Hobie cuts me off 

I roll my eyes “leave that cat alone, he doesn’t need a bath.” I say with a smile as I pet pinkies head, standing up.

Hobie scoffs and starts to walk to the bathroom, I follow him “likkle bastard ran out side and go’ all dir’y!” He says as he crouches down next to the tub “close the door behind you, love.” He say as he starts to put pinkie in the tub that was slightly filled with water

I sigh and close the door, walking over to hobie as I kneel down on my knees, my hand resting on Hobie’s back “how’d he even manage to get outside?” I ask as I lay my head on his shoulder

Hobie starts to put pinkie in the water and pinkie instantly starts to claw and growl “I wa’ gettin’ ready to go outside and he ran out after me! Spent thirt’ minutes just to get im!”

I giggle softly as I try and help Hobie, pulling pinkies claws off him, “I see.. he really doesn’t like the water does he?” I hum as I start to do all the work for him. Pinkie not fighting much against me

Hobie looks in awe and surprise “yeah… how the fuck are you doin’ this! He hates when I try!” He huffs playfully “he likes you more I guess..” he chuckles softly, running a hand up the back of my shirt.

I shiver slightly, hobie’s hands always cold no matter the weather. “Maybe he does, even after just a few weeks of seeing you he likes me more.” I smile and stick my tongue out at Hobie before washing the dirt out of pinkies black fur with a cat safe shampoo.

Hobie sighs and shakes his head “your the first bird i brought home that he actually likes..” he smiles softly and looks at me “guess it’s mean’ to be eh?”

“Sap.” I say jokingly as I wash pinkie off before taking him out of the bath and grabbing a towel, drying him off

“Well it’s true!” Hobie protest as he watches every one of my movements “you can’ blame me for the truf!” He says as I looks at me

I stare back at him as pinkie wriggles out of the towel, a soft smile on my face “yeah, I guess I can’t. Jus’ find it funny is all.” I smile before draining the tub, and standing up, hobie looking up at me, still down on the floor “get up you weirdo!” I giggle.

Hobie shakes his head, my giggles making him come back down to earth “sorry luv I just can’t help but stare.” He chuckles lightly as he stands up, his joints popping as he does.

“Perv.” I say as I look up at him as he towers over me, a soft smile on my face before moving to the bathroom door and opening it so pinkie can leave

Hobie sighs and rolls his eyes before coming up behind me “can’t blame a bloke for tryin’ yeah?” He smirks against my neck and I shiver at the feeling “I just love you.” He says that, something I didn’t expect.

I blink as I hold onto his hands “I- I love you to hobie..” I say as I lean back against him, happy tears pricking my eyes.

“Love? Why are you cryin’? Don’t do that..” he says as he turns my around, holding onto my face “did I do somefing..?” He asks as softly as he physically can

I let a chocked sob out and shake my head  “no.. no you didn’t do anythin.. wrong… I’m just happy.” I smile up at him as I hold his face in my warm hands “I didn’t expect it you know?” I say with a smile

“Oh.” Hobie say as he looks down at me, wiping my tears away with his thumbs “except the unexpected then luv.” He chuckles as he picks me up, causing me to squeal “now let’s get ya in bed, hm?” He smirks as he looks down at me 

I look up at him and nod “sure.. that sounds nice.”

“Good.” He says as he starts to plant kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle “I love ya my sweet ting..”

“I love you to… hobie.”

[honeeslust]

Coming valentines day.

You Cryin

Satoru—- Please… Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I scream out, fingers clenched tight into the sheets.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of her ass clapping against his skin. A soft shuddered breath escapes his lips when her frail whimpers resonated throughout the walls pleading for him to forgive her.

Are you? I cant hear you.? Say that shit like you mean it…. Say it!

He’s being mean and he knows it. But he needs her weak. He needs her broken. He needs her to quit putting herself in harms way because he wouldn’t know what to do without her.

His pain and fear resonates with the pleasure hes giving. Shes right where he wants her, so his palm slaps harshly across her ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in her brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry daddy fuck! I beg and beg, sloppy trails of arousal leaking down my thighs. I can’t think. I cant breathe. I can only feel him and the way hes fucking his pain right into me. I'll say anything, do anything,  BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he’s unrelenting

I don't believe you… tell me again. Say it pretty girl. you want my forgiveness don't you…. He hisses through clenched teeth, gripping the flesh of my ass so tight I can feel it between my legs in that spot.

Im trapped. My hands pinned effortlessly in one of his. His hips driving forward and back, his pace unrelenting like he was dead set on making me feel how crazy I made him.

I glance back at him, distraught. Fresh hot tears  running down my face. My pussy spasming uncontrollably and clenching around him. Satoru slows, his eyes beaming brighter at my pathetic state. He likes me broken like this. He tugs me back against him, pinning me against warmth of his chest. He cages me in his arms, a sly smile on his lips when they brush past my ear. With his cock still tucked so deliciously deep, he teases

You cryin??

Screen Time

An animalistic sound drowns your ears. His bite burning now as more of your essence slicked down his throat, inherently feeding the animal within him. His movements grew harsh and erratic. Soft grunts rattling onto your throat, your core bearing down around him as his teeth cut deeper. your shallow breaths and strangled moans dying as the rythym in your chest slowing the more he drinks.

Choso acts swiftly. Biting into his wrist and bringing the hot liquid spilling from his veins onto your lips.

Drink love, you'll be okay.

You obey, drinking him in, lazily grinding yourself into his lap. your mind succumbing to so many pleasures at once that you swear you'll die because it feels so good. The blood runs slower from your wound as it heals over and your body lingers on edge. He takes over, guiding you up and down, holding you tighter than you can stand.

Need more baby ….please…. more he begs, sinking his teeth into shoulder. You screamed his name in surprise and trembled in pain. Cho… I…. Its too… you mutter as the spot he hits leaves you rambling and clutching him tighter.

He was wild inside, fucking you just as hard as you could stand, making every hurt feel right as he pushed himself deep, kissing that spot as repeatedly and as steadily as you needed it. He was ravenous and insatiable, never relenting, your essence drawing him even further into your head…..

[revuestars]

@inheroic // wait hold on i have that saved.

https://www.tiktok.com/@jadieava/video/6734145553707404549

YOUR VERSION IS SO MUCH FUNNIER THIS WAS MINE

[daddyhausen]

cash wheeler prompt 39 “don’t be afraid, it’s just me.”?

of course love! i have a newfound love for him! please he is so pretty

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{ warnings } — smut, 18+ { minors do not interact }, shower sex, gentle sex, praise kink, breeding kink, gentle sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

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{ genre } — smut

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{ 39 } — don't be afraid, it's just me

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your presence took him by surprise, storming through the house without a word, soft sobs leaving your lips as you made a beeline for the bathroom before he even had the chance to console you.

he stood there, in the kitchen dumbfounded for a moment, before cautiously following you into the bathroom.

the sound of running water calmed down his nerves for a moment, still your sobs resonated throughout the small bathroom.

he entered slowly, stripping himself of his clothing, being extra careful not to startle you as he joined you in the shower.

you were startled by his sudden appearance as he wrapped his arms protectively around your waist, his head resting upon your shoulder in silent comfort for a moment.

“shh, don’t be afraid. It’s just me, sweetheart” he hummed softly against your skin, his voice soothing your sobs for a moment. “why are you cryin’, princess?”

“i don’t want to talk about it…” you sniffled, leaning back into his chest as the warmth of the water encapsulated you both.

“that’s alright, i just don’t wanna see you cry anymore” he peppered gentle kisses across the tops of your shoulders. “just let me know what i can do to distract you…”

you gave him no response, simply pressing your lips to his softly, the scratch of his beard tickled your skin.

he gave a small moan at the sudden interaction, engulfing you in his warm embrace pulling you closer into his chest as your back gently collided with the shower wall

“jump…” he muttered softly against your lips, easily lifting your frame with one of arms, his free hand swiping stray tears from your cheeks.

his cock fit inside you perfectly, as if the two of you were made for eachother and his movements echoed that statement. his thrusts were slow and gentle, not so much for the need to draw out your orgasm, but the need to make you feel loved, appreciated. you were the love of his life and he was going to make sure you knew exactly that.

“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, sweetheart” he grunted softly, filling your void to the brim with his cock. “i hate when you cry, you’re too fuckin’ pretty to be cryin’, princess”

tears still kept falling from your eyes, now overwhelmed with the amount of adoration and love he showered you with.

his lips once again met yours, so soft and supple with their movements. his grunts and pleasured groans increased, yet the movements of his thrusts stayed relatively similar

“god…i wanna fuck a baby into you real bad…would that make everything feel better princess?”

you nodded meekly at his proposition, soft moans flowing from your response in a resounding corus of yeses. a child had not been in the works as of yet, the two of you just recently married, still it was a lovely thought for distraction in your current predicament.

“i’m gonna make you a mother, sweetheart” he panted softly, the pace of his thrusts slowly beginning to falter. “you’re gonna look even more beautiful with your belly full of my seed”

“please…” you managed to squeak out before a moan overtook your voice.

your tears had soon subsided, pleasure overtook you, almost forgetting why you were upset in the first place. his moans were soft against your lips, growing more frantic as he reached his peak.

he let his warmth seep deep within your cunt, filling you to the brim. you clung to him desperate for release, his hips bucking up to meet yours egging on your orgasm

you released around his length, the mixture of your juices coating your inner thighs, legs tightening around his waist as he fucked you through your high.

he pulled out of you, setting your down gently, beginning to tenderly soap up your body, before moving on to help wash your hair.

“now, is my princess gonna tell me what made her so upset?”

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[the-enby-bird]

Mermay Day 14- Shore

Chapter Warnings: It's vaguely implied that Killer and Cross are about to do the do at the beginning of this chapter, but it could just be... cuddling... or... something... .........Yeah they were about to fuck Dust you're such a cockblock

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Anyway this is, btw, a continuation of chapters 11 & 12

These Mermay prompts and Leviathantale itself belong to @/skumhuu

(Destined Masterpost)

(AO3 Link)

Word Count: 700

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Cross ran his hands along Killer’s tail, pulling the other closer with an affectionate chirp. Killer purred somehow yet louder at the sound, rubbing his cheek against Cross’s neck. Killer's tail pressed flush against Cross, feeling every minute movement his smallest mate made as he squirmed. 

The thresher whined when Killer moved away, hazy outlines of eyelights visible in his dark sockets. Cross's eyelights had long been glowing hearts, pulsing with heated magic. Killer laughed, pecking a line of gentle kisses along Cross’s jawline. 

“You look so cute like this, tiny… I could stare at you all day.”

Cross wined, diving to bury his face in Killer’s neck. “Noooooooooo… Wan’ more kisses.”

Killer snorted, running a hand along Cross’s back. “Can’t kiss you while you’re all the way down there, can I?” 

Surging up, Cross shoved his mouth on Killer’s, enjoying his mate’s quiet moans into the kiss. He pulled back for less than a second before claiming Killer’s mouth again, face flushed a brilliant violet. 

“Hey, gay shits, break it up for a minute, we need a favour.” Dust’s semi-monotone voice sang from the entrance of the cave. The small mer’s mismatched eyelights lit the near-darkness, the excess of magic constantly sparking in his soul making him almost glow as brightly as Nightmare. Two pilot fish flitted around the shark’s tail, one trying to nibble on the mer’s scarf. 

Killer pulled back, glaring through the red blush covering his face. “The fuck d’you want, we’re busy.” 

Dust chuckled, sighing in soft amusement. “If this wasn’t urgent, I’d just have joined. Unfortunately, that’s not really an option.”

Killer let go of Cross, leaving the still-stunned thresher floating. “Urgent? What’s wrong, Dusty-boo?” He flitted forward, hovering nervously in front of the other. 

“Y’know H’s little… ‘Crush’?” Dust swam past Killer, slipping behind Cross to hug him.

Killer turned to face the other, browbones furrowed. “...Yeah?”

“They turned ‘im down. Or s’mthin’. Dunno the full story, ‘e hasn’t talked much.”

Killer’s expression dropped further, slipping to an unreadable expression. “Is ‘e okay? How well is he handling it? Does he need more hugs? Do I need to murder somebody? I will totally murder somebody for him. I will not hesitate.”

“He’s… Taking it as well as he can. ‘Cording to Night, ‘e spent half of today cryin’ in a crevice before he noticed the big guy was missin’... I don’t think we need to murder anyone though. Dude let ‘im down nicely, I don’t think he was a jerk…”

“What’d’you need us for then?” Cross piped up, struggling out of Dust’s grasp to swim out of his own free will. “Cuddle pile or something?”

“Nah, maybe in a minute. Big guy’s with Night. I was thinking maybe you guys could go look at this Farm guy. I wanna stay down here with Horror, but I know where to find the guy, H told me, so I figured you guys could. I dunno. Give ‘im a gift for letting H down nicely, or somethin’. Feel like the guy’s nice enough to deserve it.”

Killer perked up slightly, looking excited beneath the worry. “Oooh, this’s gonna be Crossy’s first time to the surface, isn’t it?”

Cross subtly tensed, digging his claws into his humerus. “No.”

Killer tilted his head. “You’ve been up before?”

The effort it took to shove down the instinct to run made Cross shake, and his voice came out slightly choked when he finally responded. “Yeah. Not a fun place. Rather not go again.” 

Killer’s expression somehow dropped further, and he pressed against Cross. He pulled the mer’s claws out of his arms, slight disappointed sadness blinking across his expression. “S’okay lil pup, y’don’t need to go. I’d keep ya safe even if ya went up there, kay? Love ya.”

Pressing into his mate, Cross planted a little kiss on his teeth. “Love you too…” Drawing away, Cross’s brow furrowed. “Does- Does anyone have to go though? I don’t- I don’t want you to. I want you here.” I want you safe. 

Capturing Cross in another kiss, Killer reassured him, “Sure sweets, we won’t go.” 

Still flushed from the kisses, Cross buried his face in Killer’s neck again. “Thank you… Sweetheart…”

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khfgsdglaskgjselhgsdljkg meanwhile Killer's internally dying because Cross called him sweetheart AND properly expressed his feelings Dust and Killer are both so proud of their boyfriend <333

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

i seriously will not be able to stop thinking about your Daddy Clyde holy hell you write him so beautifully. ugh Daddy's so gritty and dirty and just the right amount of meannnn ugh i hate you and love you at the same time. that piece stressin' me tf out ugh i really n e e d more of it lmao

A/N: @ohdamnadamm AS PER YOUR REQUEST DARLIN’ I COOKED UP A FILTHY ASS FUCKIN’ NUGGET FROM THE INNER MECHANISMS OF MY MIND (AND THANKS TO @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather FOR HER DAD BOD FIC FOR THE LOVE OF PETE IM SO HARD FOR THAT AMAZING THOT, BLESS YOU ITS BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND FOR 48 HRS STRAIGHT AND IVE READ IT UPWARDS OF TWENTY TIMES) IM NOT SORRY IN THE SLIGHTEST. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, SWEET BABE! 

Warnings: Daddy kink, BJ’s, ball-sucking, choking, cumshots, cum eating, unprotected sex, dirty talk and LOTS OF IT, teasing, marking, breeding kink, hair pulling, scratching, just pure fuckin’ hot sweaty porn, no plot whatsoever, SMUT SMUT SMUT AND MORE FUCKIN’ CLYDE LOGAN SMUT. 

The hot sun beat down in the small trailer located in the boonies of West Virginia, the AC had decided to take a shit early that mornin’, sendin’ your big bear to go to the Home Depot for some tools to fix it right up for his baby doll. 

You sat, perched on the couch in nothin’ but your little pink thong, and laced up bralette, sweatin’ to high heaven as you waited for your tin foil knight to return and save the heat stroke you had been sufferin’ since damn near five in the mornin’. 

“Jesus fuck,” you exhaled, rubbin’ more sweat off your soakin’ tits, pullin’ your hair into a sticky mess of a bun as you fanned yourself over the hot August fog that settled in the small quarters. 

“I’m just fuckin’ parched as all hell,” gettin’ up from the couch, makin’ your way to the fridge to stick your head in the freezer for some relief, only to find your savin’ grace for the next twenty minutes or so, a box of red-white-n-blue rocket pops. 

“Oh fuck me!” reachin’ for them as you tore the box open like a feral cat, rippin’ the packagin’ and shovin’ that popsicle into your gapin’ mouth, a moan emittin’ throughout the room as you savored the icy cold of the frozen delicacy. 

Just then, the door shuffled open to let your hulk of a man in from the blisterin’ heat of the day, his white t-shirt stained in tit sweat, and his brimmed ball cap sweat covered too. He dropped the bag on the floor, airin’ out his shirt as he looked around for your pretty little figure. 

“Baby girl?” concerned you weren’t in his line of sight, inchin’ towards the kitchen, “where ya at?” peerin’ around the partition to see the hottest thing he’d seen all damn day. You perched on the kitchen counter, tits completely sweat covered, legs spread open like a porn star, and a bomb pop slidin’ in and out of your perfect lips, the colored juices drippin’ down your chin into the valley of your chest as you eyeballed him from the livin’ room. 

“What’s ma perty lil’ baby doin’ on the counter, huh?” movin’ over to you as he wiped his sweat covered face with his t-shirt, exposin’ his precious belly and shinin’ tits. 

“Ya know it’s dangerous ta be on the counter like that baby doll,” panderin’ as he rubbed your soft thighs, bendin’ down to kiss and suck on the skin as you thrust the popsicle in and out of your mouth, not losin’ the slightest bit of eye contact, “wouldn’t want daddy’s precious baby girl ta get herself hurt, now, would we?” ghostin’ his lips over your succulent and swollen cunt. 

“Mhmm,” whinin’ out at his touches on your sensitive skin, forcin’ the treat down your open throat even more, “‘m sorry daddy,” moanin’ as he lifted his head to smirk at your fuck me face. 

“I don’t think yer sorry in the slightest darlin’,” gigglin’ as he stood to his full height, leanin’ in to grip the empty stick from your mouth, tossin’ it on the floor, “I think ya like bein’ a lil’ brat, don’t ya baby girl?” tiltin’ your chin to meet his searin’ gaze as he pushed his lips onto yours, sighin’ as he pulled you flush to him, inhalin’ your sweet scent as the kiss deepened. 

“Ya know what kinda punishment lil’ brats get?” he pulled away, grippin’ your hair to wrench your head back up to his, suckin’ marks on your neck as he gathered you in his huge arms. 

“No, daddy, I don’t,” bitin’ your lip at the pain of his ministrations on your pulse, “p-please tell me what I get,” moanin’ as he pulled your hair tighter and tighter. 

Liftin’ his head back up, starin’ into your eyes, “get off the damn counter and assume yer position in front a the couch baby girl,” lettin’ go of your head as he watched you slide down off your perch to slink into the livin’ room, your ass red from the duration of your stay on the linoleum lined top as he watched it sway with your hips, completely entranced. 

“Like this daddy?” bendin’ down on your knees, as he slid himself in front of the lip of the couch to gaze at your pretty little face beggin’ to be fucked. Your hands behind your back, head cocked up to meet his stare, tits pushed out, nipples peaked, and your vision on him and him only. 

“Stick that lil’ tongue out baby girl,” fumblin’ with his belt and zipper as he watched you present the organ as requested, “daddy wanna see his lil’ cumbucket,” releasin’ his half hardened cock to sit on the couch like the king he was. He reached his hand to pull on the appendage, a moan emittin’ from your throat as he motioned you closer with it. 

“Yer gonna suck ma cock until yer cryin’ for air baby girl,” musin’ as you lowered your face to his large balls, nuzzlin’ your nose in the softness and musk envelopin’ them in his aura. 

“Yes, daddy,” whisperin’ as you pecked tiny kisses on them, “I wanna be a good girl fer you,” lickin’ the skin like a kitten. 

“Mhmm,” he moaned out, his balls twitchin’ at your movements on them, “yer such a good girl fer yer daddy,” praisin’ as you sucked one into your mouth, tuggin’ on the skin and rollin’ your tongue around the sac. 

“Mmm, ya taste so good daddy,” movin’ to the other testicle to mimic the motions just as good as the other, savorin’ his manly scent as you made out with his scrotum, his cock wavin’ like a flag in the sky as you tugged on the other ball. 

“G-god d-damn,” he cooed, grippin’ your head to lift you up from his sac, “that’s enough a that baby girl,” lust blown as he rubbed the sides of your temples, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as he lowered your lips to his weepin’ tip. 

“Now yer gonna take this cock baby girl,” gazin’ at the sight of you foamin’ at the mouth under his larger than life dick, “go on ‘n suck yer daddy,” shovin’ your perfect little mouth onto his achin’ dick, revelin’ in the gaggin’ sounds you made as he pushed your head completely down on him. 

“Open up fer me baby girl,” gaspin’ as your jaw went slack over his throbbin’ cock, “there ya go darlin’,” praisin’ as you sped up your sloppy gyrations on him. 

“S-such a p-perty lil’ cumbucket,” watchin’ as the spit fell in globs on his jeans, and the tears spilled from your eyes over his girth, “what a g-good baby girl daddy has,” throwin’ his head back in pleasure as you sucked your cheeks in, rollin’ your tongue on the underside of his veiny dick.

“Daddy’s gettin’ close baby girl,” he panted out as you adjusted your angle to hit your uvula just the right way, causin’ an animalistic moan to reverberate on the thin walls of the trailer. 

“I-I’m,” shovin’ your head off his cock, causin’ a huge gasp for air to leave your lips and wide eyes to meet your man as he palmed his red angry cock in his hand. 

“Open yer perty mouth baby girl!” growlin’ out as the largest stream of semen you’d ever seen squirt from his head, landin’ on your tongue, tits, and chin. 

“Motherfuck-k,” he palmed himself until the last of it landed on your skin, takin’ huge deep breaths as he let go of his limp cock, “ya alright baby girl?” watchin’ the color return to your face as you sucked up his spend from your face. 

“I’m just fine daddy,” crawlin’ on to his lap, thighs on either side of him as you nestled your covered pussy on his still throbbin’ cock. 

“Ya such a good girl fer me,” pettin’ your arms as you gripped the back of his head, leanin’ in for a steamy kiss as you gyrated your hips on him. 

“Mhmm,” he chuckled, “does ma sweet baby need somethin’ from her daddy?” watchin’ as you bat your eyelashes at him, “use yer words darlin’,” he pandered once again, bringin’ a thumb to tug at your bottom lip. 

“I need ya to fuck me, daddy,” bringin’ the digit into your mouth as you moved again on his dick, the hardness comin’ back in a wave at your friction, “please, I’ve been a good girl fer you,” suckin’ on it like a pacifier. 

“Ya right baby girl,” he cooed, “I can’t say no to yer sweet lil’ pussy anyways,” watchin’ as you lifted your hips to line his cock up with your achin’ slit, rubbin’ your built-up slick around on the head. Pushin’ your hips slowly down on his length, swallowin’ every single inch like the popsicle you’d been devourin’ minutes prior. 

“G-good god darlin’,” breath hitchin’ as he took in your tight walls clenchin’ on his cock, “ya so damn tight, no matter how many times yer daddy fucks ya,” musin’ as you started your little dance on his lap. 

Hips in a death grip by his flesh and blood hand and his metal one as you gyrated your body, tits bouncin’ in his face, sweat buildin’ up in the heat of the trailer as skin slappin’ emitted through every room in the house. 

“F-fuck big bear!” you cried out, feelin’ his head pokin’ your cervix with every thrust he was makin’ upwards, completely sendin’ you into another dimension of pleasure, “ya stretch me out so damn good daddy!” moanin’ into every knock he made on your open womb. 

“Ya gonna cum on daddy’s big cock baby girl?” watchin’ your mouth gape open as your tits fall out of the sorry excuse for a bra you’d chosen, “daddy wants ya ta cum so damn bad!” speedin’ his movements up until tears fell again from your face. 

“Daddy!” grippin’ on his shoulders, drawin’ blood as he pummeled your hole with everything he had, “d-daddy I-I’m g-gon-,” the friction from his jeans rubbin’ your clit for him as you unraveled and released your sweet sticky spend on him. 

“F-fuck!” cryin’ out in unrelentin’ waves of bliss as he rode you out to pound town. 

“Such a perty baby girl,” musin’ as he thrust his cock in and out with more fervor, “daddy’s gettin’ close baby,” he praised once again, gritting his teeth as he set an ungodly speed on your overstimulated body.  

“D-daddy’s c-close,” he grunted, thrustin’ in once more before unloadin’ his spend into your gapin’ slit, shovin’ it further a further as he kept thrustin’ into you. 

“J-Jesus f-fuckin’ C-Christ,” hips still in his grip as it tightened from his orgasm, “ya feel s-so good darlin’,” stillin’ himself as you both gazed into each other, takin’ in the heat that had built over the last hour. 

He brought you into an embrace, smellin’ your hair, as you pet his sweat covered back, kissin’ the moles on his shoulder and rubbin’ the scratches that had built up. After a few more seconds, you went to hop off him, only to be stilled back in your spot. 

“Clyde, baby!” you looked at him, irritated and sweaty, “what the hell? It’s fuckin’ hot an’ I have ta pee,” tryin’ to pry his hands off your hips still. 

“Nah baby girl,” he tsked, “yer gonna sit here with ma cum in your pussy for a minute,” musin’ and rubbin’ your lower belly, “I wanna make sure ya keep it nice n’ safe up there,” eyes dilatin’ as he watched your expression change too. 

“Oh really?” movin’ a hand to slick his mop of hair back, “ya think this is gonna do the trick ta knock my ass up like ya want me ta be big bear?” gigglin’ as his toothy smile appeared as a result of your words. 

“Well, it’s a damn start innit?” nuzzlin’ his cheek in your hand, “need ta make sure ma swimmers explore all parts a the cave darlin’,” chucklin’ as you rolled your eyes. 

“Yer lucky yer the cutest thing on the planet,” softenin’ at his precious face restin’ in your fingers, “that jus’ makes me wanna have as many babies as possible so they get yer perty lil’ features,” rubbin’ his cheek as a tear welled up in his eyes. 

“I ain’t as precious as you are baby girl,” rubbin’ more little circles on your lower tummy, “I can’t wait ta see the perfect lil’ ones we do make,” the wetness rollin’ out of his eyes as he thought about a little Logan joinin’ the trailer. 

“Oh shit!” he jolted, scarin’ the crap out of you as you stood up, “I totally fuckin’ forgot!” he jumped up from the couch. 

“Forgot what big bear!” clutchin’ your chest as you crossed your legs to avoid the liquid from fallin’ out of your bladder and your pussy. 

“I have ta fix the fuckin’ AC!”

_____________

IN CONCLUSION, 

🖤, 

ray-nal-beads

[chaossmagic]

tell me about seb getting hurt at school (nothing serious). give me worried daddies!

Neither of them knew what to expect when the school rang just after 1pm, both of them having returned to the portacabin after a long lunch in town. They’d gone to a cafe for a change of scenery, playing footsie under the table like teenagers as they’d had sandwiches and coffee, giggling when other customers gave them weird looks for acting well below their age.

Aaron sobered immediately when the number for the school flashed on his phone. He gripped Robert’s hand suddenly and rather tightly has he answered it, nerves already gnawing at his stomach and a hundred worries flying through his head at lightning speed.

“Seb’s had a bad fall,” Aaron said. He heard Robert give a small but sharp intake of breath, the grip on his hand tightening. “He’s - he’s alright, says Mrs Wilson, but he’s got a few nasty scrapes on his knees and his face, and his hands too, and he’s pretty shaken up, he won’t stop cryin’ she says, from the shock.”

Robert looked rather pale. “He’s never gotten hurt at school before,” he said quietly, a faraway expression in his eyes. “He’ll be really scared.”

Aaron squeezed Robert’s hand reassuringly, grabbing his keys from his desk and already making for the door. “Let’s go get him and spoil ‘im a bit, eh?”

---

Seb held onto Aaron’s hand tight where he sat in his lap, wincing with his bottom lip stuck out as Robert carefully daubed antiseptic cream on the scrape across his face. It was red and angry, and Seb’s cheek was slightly puffy from it; Mrs Wilson had cleaned it and dried it, but suggested they go to the chemists’ as soon as possible to get something to put on it. 

“All done, monkey,” Robert said, screwing the cap back on the tube of cream and stroking Seb’s cheek with his finger. “It’ll stop it stinging so much.”

“You were really brave today,” Aaron added, pulling Seb in close to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You must’ve got a huge fright when you fell, eh?”

“It really hurt,” Seb said, his voice small. He looked worried all of a sudden. “There was a lot of blood.”

“It doesn’t matter about that,” Robert interjected with a shake of his head. “Your uniform’s in the wash, and your teacher said you can put on your trackies tomorrow instead while your knees get better.” He grinned then, the wicked conspiratorial gin that Aaron associated with his husband’s mischief. He got up from the sofa, clapping his hands together. “Now, who wants hot chocolate?”

“Me!” Seb crowed, then murmured a little ‘Ow’ when the movement aggravated the cut on his face. Aaron squeezed him in a hug and ruffled his hair, laughing; he’d definitely recovered for the most part, then. 

“And extra marshmallows?” Robert asked, with an arch of one eyebrow. 

Seb heaved a dramatic sigh. “Duh, Daddy!” 

“Yeah, duh, daddy!” Aaron chuckled in agreement. He then shouted at Robert’s retreating back, “And we want chocolate biscuits!”

The only reply he got was two fingers over Robert’s shoulder that Seb thankfully didn’t manage to see.

[lu-undy]

Im a sucker for hurt/comfort what can i say. No one knows this, but Spy is completely terrified of dogs, something happened with one of then in his childhood and now, every time he gets close to one he almost has a panick attack. Sniper loves dogs, grew up with them, so one day, when a lost stray appears in the base, Snipes takes care of it. He helps Spy understand the animal and he ends up creating a bond with it. Snipes couldnt be prouder for Spy to overcome his terrible fear. -🐑💙

Heeere it is! Hopefully you’ll like it, it’s a bit long but I hope it won’t feel like it ^^

Sniper had driven to the nearest payphone for his weekly call to his parents.

It seemed not much had changed back home. His parents were still busy with the farm, they had seen the usual faces at the market the previous day, and their business was going pretty well. 

“And how’s yer darlin’?” His mother asked.

Sniper pushed the hat deeper on his head and blushed as strongly as if he was physically standing in front of his parents.

“Uh, y-yeah, he’s uh, he’s alright. We’re alright.”

A stray dog came to him and the Australian smiled to him as a reflex. He continued the chat as the dog sat next to him, wagging his tail on the orange floor of the desert.

Soon the phone call ended in countless “byes” and “love ya”.

“Roight, back to the base.”

The Australian walked back to his campervan a few metres away and the dog followed him. 

“Mate, you look terrible… Let me see…”

The dog walked his head low, he looked famished but he managed to walk and wag his tails as best as he could.

“You don’t look too sick. Who the hell left such a good puppy out like that…? Come with me, I’ll try and see what I can do for ya. Can you jump in? Good boy-oh, girl, sorry I didn’t pay much attention.”

Sniper had let the dog sit on the passenger’s seat. He patted her head and started the van, heading back to the base and when he arrived, he parked near it.

"Roight, let's see what we can do for ya. First, a bit of food and water won't hurt. Follow me!"

The Australian went to his van's backdoor and opened it. He prepared a bowl of fresh water and opened a can of tuna in another one. He put it all on the floor and patted the dog’s head as she came closer. 

"There ya go. Don't have proper dog food but I guess in yer state, anythin' will do eh? Good girl, now I'll go and get Medic to check you up. I hope he isn't busy or anythin'. I'll be a minute."

Sniper shut the door after him and went to the base, straight to the German doctor's quarters. Meanwhile, a certain man in a suit had heard the van's engine stop from his suite and had deduced that his lover had come back from his phone call. 

Spy put his newspaper down and popped to the bathroom to check himself. Tie? Mask? Gloves? Oh, and teeth? Oui, everything was perfect, as usual. He nodded to his reflection in the mirror and exited his suite to meet with the man his mind had been busy with. 

Once he arrived in front on the van's backdoor, he gave a short knock and pricked his ears up. No answer. But he could hear noises coming from inside. He leaned in closer to the door and realised that it sounded like someone was there, rummaging through his lover's belongings. 

"Sniper?"

No answers. Non, something was wrong, definitely. The Frenchman flung the door open and jumped in as he flicked his blade open from his breast pocket. His eyes fell on the dog there and he dropped his blade instantly, cold sweat running down his spine. 

"Non… Non, non, non, non…!" 

His breath accelerated deliriously fast as he felt the fear paralyse him and take control of his limbs. He walked back as slowly as he could, his eyes open wide never leaving the dog’s. She was lying down, chewing on the Australian's slipper and wagging her tail happily. 

Spy bent his back down and raised his hands as if he was surrendering. His breath was so erratic that he could not articulate any words. He just slid his feet back very delicately, one after the other until his back hit the base's door. 

His wobbling knees could barely carry his weight and his eyes were full of tears that he held back, in fear that the dog would react and move closer to him. Spy put his hand on the handle and delicately opened it before slipping inside as fast as he could and locking the door. 

Feeling that he was relatively safe now, he put a hand on his chest to calm himself and gulped down his dry throat. As he did so, he realised he had left his blade on the van's floor and winced. Now it was lost. There was no way on Earth he could go back that close to the dog and retrieve it. Fuck the knife!

Spy ran to the living room and flung the door open. No Sniper. He rushed to the kitchen and crashed on its door. Heavy got startled and stopped chewing on his sandwich, his eyes snapping wide. Still no Sniper. 

As he ran through the corridor looking left and right, the Frenchman bumped onto someone. 

"Oh mon Dieu merci! C'est toi, mon amour?!" 

[Oh my God thanks! It's you my love?!]

He was grasping and clinging onto the Australian whose face turned bright red upon being called that way out of the intimacy of their room. 

"Whot-?"

Spy looked left and right and seeing that no one was around, he grabbed his lover's hand and shoved him in his room before locking the door.

"Spy, what's wrong? Oh?!"

The Frenchman hugged his lover and it was far from the tender usual gesture. No, he was holding him, clinging to his polo shirt as he would to dear life itself and burying his head in Sniper's chest. The Australian hugged him and frowned. 

"What is it with you? You act like you've seen a ghost or something." 

"Mundy… Mundy… Mundy…"

"Are you-? Oh my God, c'mere…" 

The Australian tightened the embrace around his lover's sides as he heard the Frenchman sniff repeatedly. He pulled him to the bedroom and shut the door, Spy clinging to him all along. 

Sniper lied on the bed and his lover laid on top of him.

"Luv', tell me what's wrong. Why're you cryin'? I've never seen you like that, you're scarin' me…"

"I… I wanted to see you…" 

"Yeah, what is it…?"

"I went to your van… Because I heard that you came back… oh mon Dieu, Mundy, I thought I was going to… Oh mon Dieu…"

[Oh my God]

"What is it?! Tell me and whatever it is, I'll deal with it myself, can't have you cryin' like that."

Spy's head was under his lover's chin. He spoke between two sniffs, his tears drenching his mask. 

"And I lost my knife… In your van… I can't fight it… I am… It terrifies me. I could hardly walk back here… Mundy please stay with me, I know it's not far, I can't fight it, it will kill me…"

"Lucien, my love, look up in my eyes now." 

The Australian cupped his lover's face and looked him straight in the eyes. The Frenchman's were red, swollen and soaked wet. 

"I'll get rid of yer mask, ok?"

"N-non, please, it will see me and it will kill me, please Mundy, please protect me…" 

And again, Spy lowered his head and buried it in his lover's chest, sobbing again.

Please Mundy, please protect me.

That sentence hit the Australian like a punch in the throat. 

"Listen, it's just you and me, you locked your door. Do you want me to lock the bedroom's too?" 

Spy nodded, his head still against his lover's torso. 

"Alroight, move aside a bit."

"Non, I'll come with you. I can't let you go." The muffled, broken voice answered. 

"Roight, come with me then." 

They coordinated their movements and locked the bedroom door before coming back to sit down on the edge of the bed. 

"Now, take yer mask off." 

Spy raised his head and looked at the door.

"It's locked, we locked it together. You're safe, it's only me with you." 

The Frenchman nodded and removed his balaclava. 

"Good, now you have to tell me what's wrong, I can't protect you from something if I don't know what it is."

"I can't." 

Sniper raised an eyebrow. 

"You can. Look, I love you and I'm as intrigued as you're scared. Please tell me."

"Non."

"If you're that paralysed then I guess it's bloody big! You said you lost yer knife, did you fight it, whatever it is?"

Spy lowered his head and shook it. They were both sat on the edge of the bed and Sniper removed his lover's gloves and his own before taking Spy's fingers between his. 

"You didn't fight it but you lost your knife?" 

The Frenchman nodded as he took a handkerchief out to wipe his face. 

"What is it…? Please tell me luv'."

"I-I can't." 

"Why?" 

"Even you wouldn't understand."

"No, no I can. That's what I love you means. It means I'll make the effort to get you. But you have to give me a chance. I'm sure I will."

"Non. No one ever understood. It's ridiculous. I can't tell you. Just trust me. I can't go outside now. It will…"

Mundy frowned as he saw his lover hide his face in his hand, his head hung low, his elbows on his thighs. 

"Lucien... I… I won't make fun of you. Y-you're the bravest man I know. You're not scared of… of lovin' a bloke, one like me. You're everything and-and I would never ever make fun of you, whatever it is." 

Lucien didn't flinch. Mundy wrapped an arm around him and pulled him to lean against him, which the Frenchman promptly did.

"Lu', please… Please my love, my darlin'..." Spy screwed his eyes shut and frowned hard. It was very unlike Mundy to use so many sweet words. But that only meant that he himself must be looking devastated. The Frenchman felt ashamed.

"I can't bear to see ya like that. Tell me at least a clue. You said it's in my van, but you've been there before, countless times. What's changed?" 

"Something has. You didn't have it before. I don't even know if you own it per se. I heard noises, like someone rummaging through your things and given that you didn't answer when I called, I opened the door anyway and… That's when I saw it, murderous dark eyes, drool dripping on the floor, it… It looked at me and-"

Mundy's eyes snapped wide. 

The bloody dog!

"Why are you so scared of her?" 

"Her?" 

"Yeah. It's a she and she's still a baby."

"Non, non, Mundy, it's a monster, it's-I've seen what it's capable of. Monstrosity and mistake of nature, it kills you in the most painful ways. Even I with my career and the atrocities I've seen during the war, I have never seen such cruelty."

Mundy realised that his lover's hands were shaking.

"C'mere…"

He pulled him closer. 

"On my lap, c'mon."

"Mundy-"

"No."

The Australian lifted his lover and put him on his lap before hugging him dearly. 

"Tell me now." Mundy said.

"I've told you already." 

"No, tell me what happened for you to think that."

"Non."

"Look at me."

The Frenchman didn't flinch.

"Lucien." Mundy squeezed him tighter. "Please let me protect you." 

"And I want you to. If this thing comes near me, I'm afraid you won't see much of me." 

"Look, I don't wanna piss you off or anythin' but… I found her near the payphone. She was starvin' and she followed me to the van. She didn't seem sick or anythin' so I asked her to come along and she accepted."

"Mundy, you need to drive it away and get rid of it. If I could, I would do it myself but…"

"Tell me what happened." 

Lucien sighed and hugged his lover, putting his head on Mundy's chest under his chin. 

"I was an infant. I had a friend at school. We use to walk to and from home together, he was a neighbour. One day, a stray dog was there. Being the children that we were, we thought that we could approach it and pet it." 

The Frenchman's silence fell like an axe sliced a log. 

"What happened then?"

"My friend… He… The dog attacked him. He didn't just bite him… It was… I can't even describe it. The violence of it made me vomit and not sleep for days."

Mundy's eyes snapped wide. 

"And the kid?" 

"May peace be upon his soul."

"Oh…" 

"It was barbaric, absolutely horrendous. And I was a child. I only understood what I had seen later. I've never stopped wondering…"

"About what?" 

"How did they manage to bury him in that state?"

Mundy's eyes might have popped out of his head. He was now imagining the worst. 

"How… How old were you, luv'?"

"About seven or eight years old." 

"Crikey…" 

Silence fell. 

"And since then, you can't approach dogs?" 

"Worse than that. I have panic attacks, I sometimes throw up or faint at the sight of one. They call it a phobia, or a trauma."

"Lu', I swear not all dogs are like that."

"Oui, maybe, but I won't risk it and I don't want you to risk it either."

"But Lu-"

"Non!" The Frenchman raised his index finger in a threatening way. "Mundy if you get near that animal, I… I might lose you." 

The Australian saw his lover's lip tremble. 

"Lu', I drove her here and I fed her. Nothing happened to me, she actually likes me, keeps on waggin' her tail."

"Until she rips your face off your head! Non, Mundy, please, don't get near her." 

"Lu', I grew up with dogs, we have three back home. They're very loyal and lovin' companions. You happened to be unlucky enough to meet the one dog that was actually mad but most of them are lovely." 

"Mundy, I don't want to risk losing you, or seeing you… like that boy…" 

"You won't, I promise. I'm not a young boy, I'm armed and I'm at least five times her size. I have nothing to fear. I've killed beasts much larger than me by the past. No, luv', now look at me."

"What?" 

Mundy loved seeing those very light blue eyes on him and without the mask, they shone more sweetly, more humanly. 

"You'll give me your hand and I'll show you that I am safe with her."

"Mundy, please…" 

"No, look, listen, here's what we're gonna do. You stay in the base and watch me through a window."

"What if she does something to you?"

"I'll ask Pyro to stand there with his flamethrower and grill it if it doesn't behave if you want." 

"Fine, alright." 

"Do you agree?" Mundy asked. 

"Check that Pyro has enough ammunition." 

Mundy smiled. 

"I will, don't worry. Now, let's go." 

A few moments later, the Frenchman had put a new mask on and was standing behind the kitchen's window. Pyro was outside with Sniper. The tall man opened the van's door wide, crouched down and called the dog. She excitedly trotted at the Australian and he patted her head. 

Spy was stuck at the window, his hands wrapped around himself and his jaw clenched hard. Mundy raised his head to him and smiled when he realised how tense his lover was. His head turned to Pyro and the fire expert put his flamethrower down. Lucien was about to shout when he saw that Pyro picked the young dog in his arms. Sniper went back inside the base and locked the door. 

He joined his lover in the kitchen. 

"Look at me, I'm still alive, eh." 

"Thank God you are." 

The Frenchman leant forward and his head landed on his lover's chest. Mundy wrapped his arms around him.

"I came back fer you. And here, that's yer knife."

"Merci." 

"Look at Pyro." 

The Frenchman turned his head and looked through the window. 

"See, she isn't doing anything to him." 

"She is sniffing him repeatedly though. Will she devour him? Does she have to do that?" 

Mundy smiled and gently rocked his lover left and right. 

"Nah, it's to get to know him. Everyone has a combination of smells that defines them. That's how she identifies and remembers people. Think of it like names. We humans put names on people, she puts smells." 

"Oh, I see… And, may I ask, I saw her licking your fingers. I was scared for you, mon amour." 

"Don't be, all dogs do that. They'll smell a bit of food or sometimes it's just a bit of sweat on yer hands and that's salty usually, so they'll lick it off."

"Ugh, she disgusts me." 

Mundy chuckled. 

"Who doesn't…? Even I did at the beginning." 

Lucien smiled, his cheek against his lover's polo shirt. He could hear his heartbeat.

"Touché." 

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"Do you want to go and touch her?" 

"Non, please… I'm, this is too much already." 

"Fine. I'll find a leash or a rope or something to tie her so that she stays put."

"And be careful when you feed her, please." 

Lucien brushed his hand on his lover's chest. The Australian looked down at him and softened. 

"Of course, don't worry… I think I'll call her Hope."

"Hope?" Lucien repeated. "Why?" 

"Because… I don't know, it's a good name. I hope she'll get in shape again and that one day you'll be able to see her like I do."

The door swung open and broke their moment.

"Hey guys? Oh… Fancypants?! With Snipes?!"

Mundy turned red as a brick and tensed. Scout had erupted in the room as delicately as he ever was, and saw the Frenchman in his lover's arms.

"Scout, if you don't proceed out of this room in the next half of a second, I will personally make sure that your family name stops with you." 

"But-?!" 

The Frenchman only had to raise an eyebrow and the young man spun on his heels. 

"Jeez! Now I owe Engie twenty bucks!"

Mundy and Lucien looked at each other.

"Bugger…"

"Well, so much for discretion." Lucien added. 

"I-I'm sorry." 

"Not your fault. And I've had enough of hiding. Let everyone know, I couldn't care less." Lucien raised his eyes to the reason he felt safe. "I… I love you." 

Mundy opened wide eyes. 

"It's the first time you tell me… that, in English." 

"So that I'm sure you understand and never forget, now give me your lips, I need them to remember too…" 

Lucien pushed himself to the tip of his toes and pulled Mundy's neck down. Their lips met with a smile. 

"See, I told ya Hard-Hat!" 

Neither Sniper nor Spy broke the kiss. Instead, they just gave the young man a self-explanatory middle finger each…

[yourlocalmusicalprostitute]

Cry to Me Ben Hardy x Reader

Howdy again! I'm here with a gift for the incredible @owensgrxdy ❤ I saw that you enjoy movie soundtracks & since we share that in common I went through some of my favorite movies which landed me on this song! Its from Dirty Dancing and I really suggest you give the song a listen.

Few things before you read: this is a good old fashioned (lover boy) friends to lovers troupe, theres a kissing scene & mention of sex, but I wouldnt say this is 18+. Still read with caution, if that kind of stuff bothers you please dont read **i cant do cuts im on mobile stop judging me**

Doncha feel like cryin'

Doncha feel like cryin'

C'mon baby, (c'mon) cry to me

Had it really been twenty-three days? Twenty-three entire days that your apartment grew colder by the minute.

Google advised you on day eight that it takes three months to get over a major break up, so you began to keep tally on the wall paper of your mind.

For twenty-three days your body only knew work and your couch. A shower weasled its way in there only a few times. You hated to admit that, but you can't step foot in your shower without thinking of every thing that occurred in it. All of the roaming hands, pleased noises, muscles tense then relaxed.

You shifted on your couch. The memories placed a sad pit in your stomach. You'd give up everything just to have him back. Maybe not even him, just the comfort of him, if that were even possible.

A few loud knocks landed on your door. You knew it couldn't be him, but you still held the hope. Quickly, you stood and walked to the door. Just before opening you adjusted your more than oversized shirt and gave your armpits a sniff. You were good to go to open the door.

But you hesitated. If it were who you wanted it to be he would clearly see the mess you were. Frankly it was embarassing. The man walked out one week before Christmas, all things he wanted to keep already packed. He had to have it planned for a while.

You took a step back. There's no way you're answering the door now, your mind talked you out of it. But the knocking happened again. It was freezing out, you couldn't leave him there, so you opened the door.

It was just Ben.

"Oh...hey, what are you doing here?" Ben rarely showed up unannounced.

"You weren't answering any of my calls." Ben let himself in. It was infact freezing. He trudged snow in with him.

"Yeah, sorry. I-I've been busy." That was true. You were busy moping and you could tell Ben knew by the way his eyebrows raised at you.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a month. I brought wine," Ben looked around and saw the bottle you already had open, "but I guess you've had some already."

"It's been twenty-three days actually." You took the bottle of wine and sauntered toward the kitchen. Ben followed and leaned onto the island.

"What?" He asked and you sighed.

"It's been twenty-three days." You informed him again and allowed him to follow you back to the couch.

The television was the brightest thing in your space. You had a few christmas lights up, but many of them weren't lit. You could never figure out how to fix them, but your ex knew. Another reason why you wanted him there with you.

"Well that's much too long. I should've came sooner." Ben brought his feet onto your coffee table. You slapped his knee, he moved them reluctantly.

"It's fine. You were working."

"Yeah, but I never fail to make time for you, and you need a friend right now." You didn't intend to scoff at Ben's words, but you did.

"What I need is a machine to just erase everything in my brain." Ben shook his head at you.

"I'm sorry he hurt you. He's such a dick. Anyone that can walk out on you like that has no idea what they're giving up." Ben always knew what to say.

For the first time in over three weeks you cracked a bit of a smile. You moved closer to Ben and lay your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you Ben. He left and I...I just felt so alone, which is so stupid because you're my friend, you're always right there. Always one call or text away." You stopped talking to take a breath. Tears were beginning to form along your water line. Sitting there with Ben made you realize you hadn't really allowed yourself to cry.

"I just didn't want to come to you like this, crying." You finished talking and Ben took hold of your hand.

"Please don't ever hesitate again. Cry to me all you need, I'll turn the world upside down to make you feel better." The sincerity in Ben's voice was richer than it had ever been.

You looked up and Ben's eyes were red too. "God, I'm sorry." You let go of Ben's hand to bring your own to his face. Your thumb caught a tear and wiped it away.

When you went to move your hand away, Ben's came up. He held your palm against his cheek. Then, in the swiftest but most gentle motion, Ben moved his head to press a kiss on your palm.

Surprisingly you gasped, but didn't move. Ben kissed your palm again, then your wrist, and traveled further up your arm. "You're beautiful," Ben kissed your upper arm, "you're valid," he then kissed your collarbone, "I love you," you weren't stopping him, he kissed just below your ear, "I'll do anything for you." That's where Ben stopped.

Your breathing had quickened without your knowledge. Ben had never been so intimate with his kisses before. He had kissed your hand or cheek when greeting you, but this felt as if he had been wanting to kiss you that way.

The two inches of air between his mouth and yours grew thicker. "Would you really do anything for me?" Your question was barely audible. It seemed like if you made in sudden movements that your mouth would collide with his.

"Of course. You're my.." Best friend. Ben was going to call you his best friend, but he didn't want to say that. He didn't want that title anymore.

"Best friend." You finished for him and he nodded slowly. Neither of you had moved. "Would we still be best friends if I kissed you?"

Ben raised his eyebrows at you. "I suppose, can't know for sure. I mean we haven't done...it."

His lips are a little thinner than yours so at first it seemed as if your lips were cradling Ben's. As the kiss went on Ben grew more confident, his hand found its way to the nape of your neck which sent your mind spiraling.

Ben used his thumb to rub lovingly on your cheek as you kissed. You don't remember when exactly, but his tongue was now tangled with yours. He felt so amazing. The urge to wrap your legs around him grew more intense as the seconds passed. You were going to, but Ben pulled back.

Fear immediately swam through your body. Ben was searching your eyes for something and you prayed he could see that you wanted this. You wanted him. Even though you felt as if you never knew how badly you wanted him until now.

"You just broke up with him. I can't do this. I don't want you to regret it." Ben felt as he was on fire. He waited ages to get you where you are, but he couldn't move forward if you weren't completely on board.

"God Ben, why didn't I choose you? Am I crazy?" You and Ben laughed for the first time since he arrived.

"Maybe a little, but that's okay." Ben's tongue darted between his teeth as he smiled and you groaned.

"Stop being cute Ben, you're killing me." He laughed more, this time hiding his blushing face between your neck and shoulder.

You were still best friends. Best friends that spent Christmas day having sex, eating, watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas, then more sex.

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What A Moment Can Do (Chapter One)

WELP, here it is boys! The first chapter to a thing I’ve been writing forever. I hope you all enjoy! (Let me know if you’d like to be on a taglist or something)

Summary: For a moment, everything was perfect. Voices were ringing proudly, eyes glistening and smiles spread wide. All his brothers were together, it was them against The World, and they were on top.A moment later is was all gone. Cheers turned to screams, smiles into tears, and Crutchie was being ripped away from everything he once knew.And he woke up in the Refuge.

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse/Injury. Blood 

No more that I can think of for this chapter but they WILL get worse so let me know if you’d like me to tag something specific

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For a moment, everything was still. All the screaming and yelling ceased. The smell of dirt, sweat, and paper ink disappeared along with the sights they were attributed to. Everything that Crutchie was used to, all that he came to know and love was gone. He couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. How could everything be so still in a moment of chaos? 

But it was only a moment. 

One by one all of Crutchie’s senses returned. The smell- the stench of damp grime and the all-too-familiar scent of metallic blood quickly filled his nose. 

The feeling- everything hurt—oh God why did everything hurt? Crutchie tried to shift his weight, discovering he was lying flat on his stomach on a cold wood floor, and was met with a sharp pain running up from his leg into his back—damn his leg. The pain caused him to wince, sucking in the air between his teeth and clutching his eye tighter together. 

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The taste- an unfortunately familiar metallic. At somepoint throughout the events he must have busted his lip. He grazed his tongue across his bottom lip, swollen and crusted over. Definitely busted.  

The sound- A quiet murmur arose from the otherwise silent atmosphere before one rose above the rest. 

“’Ey, looks like the new kid’s comin’ to,” came a voice from  the darkness. 

“‘s about time. Alright, getta move on. Get up!” A new voice spoke up, yelling at Crutchie and using the tip of his shoe to emphasize his statement with a solid poke. Crutchie just laid there, his body refusing to comprehend the simply order. “Ya dumb or sumthin’? Move or I’ll make ya” the boy repeated, another poke following suit. 

“Lay off ‘im Fives,” the first voice responded, “kid can hardly keep his eyes open, and looks like da gutter ta boot.”

 The sight- Crutchie groaned and forced his eyes to flutter fully open. Tilting his head up slightly he took the opportunity to try and figure out where he was. He could barely make out the group of young boys that surrounded him, all of varying ages and degrees of wariness. Most of the boys in the group seemed to all just form together in a foggy mass. Crutchie couldn’t make out just how many there were—though it seemed to be way more than there should in a room this size—nor could he really decipher one from the other. Whether or not his ability to see was hindered more by the growing and fading black spots speckled throughout his vision or the meager light coming through a single window in the room, Crutchie wasn’t sure. The two figures he could make out stood in front of the crowd, staring each other down. The one about a head taller than the other, Crutchie thinks he heard the smaller boy call him Fives, a bushel of dark hair upon his head, jabs a finger into the chest of the smaller boy.   

“I don’t care what shape he’s in. If he keeps layin’ there someone’s gonna trip on ‘im, an’ I’se not gonna deal with them cryin’ and shit all over. Or better yet, a goon’ll try to open the door and it’ll hit him or—“ The smaller boy scrunches his nose and swats away Fives’ lingering finger.

“Alright, alright, we get it” the boy squats down next to Crutchie, “Come on kid, ‘s not good to be lyin’ there anyways. Think you can stand up?” Crutchie stiffly nods, but doesn’t fully believe himself. He glances back up at the sets up eyes that seem to be glued to him. The number of boys that once surrounded him substantially dwindled, either from lack of interest or fear of Fives’ harsh words, but the eyes still made Crutchie feel unsettled. He felt like an animal that was forced to do tricks, like the ones in the circus he read about in the paper.  

Crutchie braced his hands against the ground and pushed himself up to a sitting position. Every aching bone in his body screamed against the action. Slowly, he pulled his good leg closer to his body and out of habit goes to grab his crutch…wait, his crutch. His eyes quickly scanned the area surrounding him and a panic brought upon a tightness in his chest. 

“Well,” the boy looked at Crutchie expectantly, his eyebrows furrowed together. Crutchie took a breath and tried to dig his nails into the wall beside him in an attempt to pull himself up. It took all but a second for him to crumple upon himself in a heap back on the ground. He pounded the ground with his fists and tried to fight back the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes. Once again he felt alone, focused only on gaining back the breath he didn’t realize he lost in his endeavors, when a hand on his should shook him out of the daze. “Come on then,” the boy grabbed Crutchie’s arm and draped it over his shoulders, forcing Crutchie to his feet. Slowly, he gained his balance and shifted nearly all of his weight onto the boy who, luckily, was about his height and despite his frail appearance was able to take the weight. Crutchie looked down at his bad leg, twisted and bent in all the wrong ways, it was a wonder how the rest of the group didn’t notice it’s bad condition. However the rest of him probably didn’t look too much better, so it must have just blended in with the rest. 

As they made their way to a nearby bunk, the boy spoke up again, “The name’s Ten-Pin by the way” Crutchie gave a curt nod in response. In an effort to ignore the withering pain that made its way through his body with every step, Crutchie focused his attention on the bunks the duo walked past. Each was completely filled with five to six other boys, limbs hung off the edges with barely enough room for two, let alone three, children. In the lodging house, it wasn’t an uncommon sight to find two boys in a bed, conserving heat or making room new incomers, but this was a completely different sight. Crutchie sighed, missing the sound of his friends, bickering, teasing, laughing --hell any form of noise would suffice right now. There was an eerie silence in the room for how many boys there were, and any eyes that were once curiously watching Crutchie were now locked on a wall, ceiling, or pillow. All interest for the new boy was lost. 

“Ya gotta name?” Ten-Pin’s voice broke Crutchie out of his thoughts. 

But he was only able to stutter out a few noises before Ten-Pin stopped at the end of one of the bunks and called up “Eddy, Stretch!” A small boy popped his head of the bed first. His brown curly hair was sticking up at all angles and Crutchie could barely make out a faded yellowish-green bruise along his sickeningly pale jawline. It was some sort of relief that the bruise was old, but a part of him wondered what caused such a young kid to gain the mark. He couldn’t have been older than seven or eight. The boy gave Ten-Pin a big, toothy grin and went to respond but instead let out a long, straining cough into his arm and Crutchie couldn’t help but notice the large wet spot left behind on the child’s sleeve. Ten-Pin waited for the coughing to reside before continuing, “Stretch up there?” The boy-Eddy, Crutchie presumed-nodded, where else would the boy be, and motioned to slap at Stretch to wake him up. A dark skinned boy came into view, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Whatdya want now, I’se just gettin’ some shut eye.”

“This ‘eres a new kid, you guys gonna share with him” Stretch knitted his eyebrows and studied Crutchie. 

Narrowing his eyes he snapped, “He’s still bleedin’” Crutchie reflectively reached his hand up to his head only to be greeted with a mat of wet hair. So that’s why his head hurt so much. “It’ll get all over the bed, and us!” Stretch countered. Eddy’s eyes dropped and let out another cough in response. 

“You’se know well enough that you’se the two smallest. ‘e won’t take up too much room. ‘Sides I ain’t asking ya” Ten-Pin nodded at Crutchie to climb up the latter. Stretch grumbled something inaudible but laid back down. Crutchie took his weight off of Ten-Pin and gripped onto the latter with his life. He took a deep breath and looked up the latter as if it was the giant beanstalk from that one story Specs had been telling the younger boys. He turned to say something to Ten-Pin, perhaps to explain his predicament and difficulty climbing said latter, only to find him walking over to his own bunk and scampering up. Guess he could only care about a new guy so much. 

Crutchie gazed back up at the journey before him, the boys at the lodging house always allowed for him to have a bottom bunk for the sake of his leg- though he would deny any need for their concerns. On a good day he’d scale the latter to the roof of the lodging house with relative ease, but this wasn’t a good day. Nonetheless, these boys were allowing him into their bed, and he wasn’t in the mood to make any more enemies. 

Slowly, Crutchie hopped up the latter, trying his best to ignore the pain rippling through his body with every sudden movement. He was met at the top by the eyes of little Eddy, who was once again coughing up a lung. Upon closer viewing, Crutchie was able to make out dark purple crescents that lined the bottom of the boy’s eyes. Eddy patted the small space next to him on the flimsy mattress and attempted to scoot closer to Stretch in order to make room. 

Crutchie managed to maneuver his way to the small opening, clutching his bad leg as he laid down. Despite the attempt to make room the three boys were still laying shoulder to shoulder and he had to grip the side of the bed as to not tumble off the side. Tears threatened his eyes but he clenched his eyes shut to force them to recede. No tears, he had to be strong, he had to be tough, he had to be—a wet cough broke Crutchie from his thoughts. The younger boy was pressed tight up against his side, allowing for Crutchie to feel every hitch and shake. He  remembered that feeling, being sick with no sign of recovery. Not being able to take a breath without it immediately being pushed back out.

  Crutchie stayed wide awake, staring blankly into the dark. His eyes never fully adjusted to the lack of light, nor his ears to the eerie silence. After living so many years in the lodging house, Crutchie had grown accustomed to constant noise, even late into the night he would often fall asleep to whispered conversations and creaking bed frames. But here, here there was nothing, as if the boys didn’t move. As if Crutchie was already living with the dead. 

And Eddy’s cough never really seemed to stop though. The hacking sound made louder against the silence.  After a few minutes of the continuous coughing, Crutchie couldn’t help but turn over and place a hand gently against Eddy’s back. He felt him tense up, causing  cough to temporarily  worsen. Crutchie slowly began rubbing Eddy’s back in small circle; when he was sick last winter, left awake due to a similar cough, Jack had rubbed his back in a similar way and it had helped ease the pain. 

“Hey,” Eddy whispered between coughs and turned over to face Crutchie, his eyes wide, “What’re you doin’?” 

“I’se just trying to help,” Crutchie pulled his hand away, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it- it feels nice. But—why’s you doin’ it?”

“I just want you to feel better. I know this is what helps me when I’se sick” 

“But, why’se you helping me?” Crutchie froze. Did this boy never have compassion shown towards him? What life did he live that there was no one to help him? 

“I don’t like seeing my friends hurt. Whenever someone is sick or hurt at the lodging house, everyone pitches in to help them.” 

“We’se friends?” 

“If you wanna be,” Eddy nodded and coughed once more, this time inching closer to Crutchie until Crutchie was forced to wrap his arms around the younger boy. He took the boy in without any hesitation. There was almost nothing to Eddy. Crutchie could feel every rib through his undershirt and his narrow hips dug into Crutchie’s gut, but he didn’t dare move. Even after just knowing the kid for a few minutes he would do anything to make him feel better. As he pulled the boy closer he expected to feel the warmth that the human body usually resonated, but despite it being the middle of July, Eddy’s small body was so cold it was as if he had been laying out in the snow. 

“Why you’se here?” Eddy asked as he wrapped his hand around a piece of Crutchie’s shirt. Crutchie had to think.

“Here?”

“The Refuge.” Even the word was enough to bring pain to the child. 

“The Refuge” he repeated under his breath. Deep in his gut, Crutchie always knew where he was. The crowded rooms, barred windows, freezing temperatures, and overall dirty atmosphere was just as the boys at the lodge had described it. But somehow, somehow, he’d hoped for a different answer.  He had witnessed boys go in and out—sometimes only in—other times coming back a completely different boy. Crutchie looked down at Eddy, whose head was rested on his chest. Who was this boy before the Refuge? Had he been someone’s brother? Son? Friend? Maybe he loved to run around outside and play in the mud, like so many of the young newsies. Whoever he was, it was different than they boy Crutchie looked at now. 

“New Kid?”

“Crutchie.”

“What?”

“My name’s Crutchie, if we’se friends, you should know.” Eddy was silent for a moment, taking in the new information before continuing. 

“Crutchie, why’s you here? Da other boys ain’t nearly as nice as you’se.” Crutchie sighed, remembering the events from just earlier that day.   

  “We’se on strike. Me ‘n the other newsies ‘n the hot shots ain’t too pleased with us. I’se was too slow to get away when the bulls showed.” Tears threatened his eyes once more. All of his friends, his family, standing side by side against the World. 

“What’s a strike?” Eddy innocently asked. Crutchie thought for a moment. 

“It means that the big guys, Pulitzer and Hearst and them, they’se doin’ something that is wrong—that we don’t like—and we ain’t standing for it no more. So we stop selling the papes until they change it.” 

“Just you  kids? Like me?” 

“ Yeah, I mean, alotta us is older, but yeah, just like you.”

“Wow, you’se real brave.” 

“Yeah, real brave.” He didn’t feel brave. Jack and Race and Davey and Finch and Specs were brave, Crutchie, he was just along for the ride. If he was brave he would have put up a better fight, hell he wouldn’t have gotten caught at all. If he were brave he would have shoved Snyder right off of him, instead he just called out for help. 

And then it was back to silence. Crutchie just laid there, staring at the ceiling as Eddy let out more coughs. This time he turned into Crutchie and he could feel something wet seep through his shirt. Crutchie began rubbing his back again and waited until the younger boy’s raspy breaths became even, signaling sleep. He now understood why Jack risked everything to steal and sneak blankets and clothes into this place. Just seeing Eddy, sickly Eddy, who was just about Les’ age—a sprightly boy who, despite having only known him for a short while, managed to cement his way into all the newsies’ hearts—being treated this way, living the life that no child should have to, made Crutchie want to do the same. He wanted to stay awake, mainly to make sure that the sickly child would continue breathing through the night, but eventually his exhaustion caught up to him and he drifted into an uneasy daze. 

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would you ever consider documenting a few of your drawing steps? im so very interested on how you make your drawings like the way they do, stuff like brush types and the order in which you create your pieces! thank you for reading, and amazing work, you're very inspiring and my self confidence in my own skills lessen every time i get a glimpse of your work! talent...

Hi hi hi! Firstly, thank you so much!! this is such a sweet sweet message and I am so glad that i have had any sort of inspiration to you haha! I’ve gotten asked this before so Im gonna try to walk you through something the best I can- stick with me lmao!

Before we start- I just wanna say… for real, don’t ever get discouraged when you look at someone you like’s art- I know it can get hard not to- hell I still spend nights cryin over Kevin wada’s work just… how does he do it??- but its so important to learn from the people you admire not compare! Art is a music festival, not a battle of the bands.

anyway here we go!! 

so I sketch in three parts- the first part is very very very rough. I just need to get the bare bones idea out of my head and onto the paper. I treat this like a gesture- I don’t spend more than 2 minutes on it. Just really get it out!

I use just a general pencil brush while doing this- which is the second smoothest brush my program offers. It allows some flexibility but not as messy. I don’t use a fancy program, so brush texture and such isn’t my forte!! XD

The second sketch, I look up a few references to help me get the basic shapes- I’ve been trying to get more comfortable this year with using references so I’ve been trying to use them in everything I do!

some tips when using references: draw directly next to your reference- if you can avoid it, I wouldn’t recommend clicking between two windows to use them- don’t interrupt your flow anymore than you have to!

I also put in the central movement lines- I like to keep these loose. avoiding straight lines in your work will make it look less stiff (my biggest issue is trying to get the flow better) Draw one for the spin, and then one for the shoulders and nipples- These three points are where I originally focus on. Also here, I find some of the main shapes of the human body (the rectangle of the torso, pentagon of the waist, circle of the palms and elbows etc) 

Next, I clean the sketch up A LOT- I really focus on getting my main ideas down, not the cleanest still. I sketch the clothes and hair with more detail but not too much. I also draw arrows to let me know what texture and direction I want the hair to go. Monet’s hand was giving me trouble so I did some central lines for the bones. And cherish this version of Jube’s jacket because its gonna get worse.

There’s not much I can really describe here, unfortunately. A combination of just how I draw and practice, I follow my sketch and the references again to get to the final product.

FINALLY we get to the final line layer! After the last sketch, there’s not much I have to fill out, just clean some stuff up and leave things like Jube’s glasses off (I do those in a seperate layer)

For the camp au, I use the “marker” brush at a 50 degree angle because I like the texture- It’s like a crayon brush, so it’s a little more natural looking, in my opinion!! I usually stick with a pencil or a pen(smoothest option) brush since it allows a cleaner look. 

so this is sorta an unpopular opinion but… I hate… coloring??? I hate it so much- its so tedious. That’s why I use ridiculous patterns or colors when I can, to make it exciting, so my coloring process is RIDICULOUSLY simple

Step One: flat colors: so, I fill in the organic parts of the art first (skin and hair) each has its own layer. I fill in the skin with its most middle tone, then gradient the edges of every limb with the same middle tone on ~50% multiply opacity, and a ~30% hard light opacity. I then put blush (any red or pink tone) on a soft light an adjust that until I like it on the cheeks, elbows, chest, and fingers! Hair, I do about the same, but I also shade around every line, and do highlights at the middlest points. 

Step Two: clothes: I speed the fuck through clothes. Usually, I will color shirts one one layer, pants on another, and accessories on a third and gradient each with its own color on a 45% multiply, with particular shading around any big shadow. I am……… a sham. 

The background is something I’ve also tried to be better with- I used a scene from a previous comic I did, but its the same process essentially. I do only one sketch for backgrounds, then a final and I put in any foliage with a separate texture pent (its literally called leaf)

after that, it’s a matter of messing with overlaying colors and textures- I usaully will pick two or three main colors and use them as varies overtones (here I choose green and yellow on a soft light and a difference I think?)

yeah! so more or less that;s what I do– I’m sorry if this isnt super helpful, I just have gotten a few questions like this recently so  Ifigured I get this out sooner rather than late. Seriously though, the process is so particular to everyone, so figure out what works for you and… go with god. :D :D

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2 A.M. - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary/Request: Hello! I am new to your space and I was wondering if you create a one shot where the reader is struggling in college and is overwhelmed and stressed about the present and the future and steve comes waltzing to in calm her down and remind her the beauty of life and just talks to her sweetly. I could surely use this, and im sure others could too! TY REQUEST BY - @purececiliaosophy (thank you!!!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.8k !!!!

Warning: reader is depressed, stressed & just emotionally/physically drained. if that stuff triggers you then keep scrolling m8

A/N: check out the new theme yallllll it took a whole 5 minutes, appreciate it - request are open?!!!!!!

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You bent your knees to collide with your chest, waterfalls streaming down your face. Thoughts replayed in your head as trauma and stress increased by your rising heartbeat. You thought you had everything figured out, everything was figured out, but at the same time everything felt so wrong. You spent your days isolating yourself to prepare for classes and exams while spending the other half of the time either earning money or getting education. At first it was fine, but when it's on constant replay for month after month, it drives you insane.

Not one day in the past 3 months have you spent it on having alone time. Not one moment spent with Natasha, not one with Sam and most importantly, not one with Steve. Steve is your best friend, someone who you love deeply. At first it was like he was family, but it soon turned into you both awkwardly hanging out and pumping yourself up to make a move. You both knew Your feelings for each other, but neither of you would do anything. Eventually school got to you, cutting off any ties between you, Steve and the outside world completely.

Normally, you thought it would pass and you'd be fine, but you soon realized it wouldn't. That's why you were sitting in your bed at 2am after a long shift at work, crying and trying to sleep so you could wake up for school in a few hours. Morning classes sucked, but you needed the afternoon for your jobs. You weren't even a social person, but you did have friends and family. Those who you cared for.

The lights were off as the echos of your sobs bounced back and forth on the walls. After what seemed like eternity, the crying slowly softened and you found yourself laying down to rest your throbbing head. You were falling into a deep sleep until you heard a bang at the door. It was loud and brutal, so loud that you found your body jumping up to the impact filling the silent apartment room. It wasn't a normal knock, a knock like the neighborhood girls who sold girl scout cookies, but a knock as if a swat team was ready to invade your rooms at any second.

The muscles in your body ached as your head pounded to the beat of your heart, but you still slowly stood up and made your way to the door. When this happens in old horror movies, the peep hole is the last thing anyone would want to stare into after hearing a loud thump at your door, but you did it anyways. The doors slowly unlocked under your fingertips as you peeked through the hole. Nothing was to be seen, as if someone was covering the hole. Shivers were sent down your spine as you opened to curiosity.

When the door opened, it flew with great force. A mysterious figured fell back as his once leaning body fell to the floor of your living room. He quickly caught himself before sheepishly standing up, giving an awkward and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry, (Y/N). I know it's 2 A.M., that's why I knocked loud, but I really need to speak-" He opened his eyes to meet your bloodshot, puffy ones. Ending his sentence quickly, arms raising up to your shoulders before embracing your body into his. After a long moment of him trying to figure out what to say, he settles for the easiest. "You don't have to speak. Just let me hug you, you need it."

The tears started to pour down your face as if you haven't cried in years. The man you loved, the man you cut from your life, was here. He was here and was helping you by just showing you he cares.

"I'm so sorry, Steve."

"For what, Darlin'?" His arms tightened around your body as your voice cracked.

"It's been so long, I shouldn't have cut you off so suddenly. You were the best thing that had ever happened to me and I just lost all connection from you because I was trying to maintain a lifestyle by myself."

"That's why? I thought you didn't want anything to do with me." He leaned his head back a bit to look at yours, not breaking the hug. "After all this time, I thought you hated me. I let it happen at first, but tonight I really needed an answer."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would end up like this." His eyes glistened in the moonlight coming from your living room window.

"Is that why you're cryin'?" One of his hands wipes the running tears off your face before moving to the spot on your back.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I just... I just assumed I could do this all and still have a life for my own, but after I realized that I had no time to spare to be with my friends, it was too late. So I gave up and this seems to be the aftermath." You laughed at yourself before slowly removing yourself from his arms and closing the door. Your hands gripped the end of your sweatshirt sleeves as you wiped your face and replaced the sad frown with a happy smile.

"No, (Y/N). Don't do that. If you want to be sad, that's fine. If you want to cry, that's fine. I'm here, and there's no way I'm going to let you pretend to be happy when I know damn well you aren't." His hands grabbed yours before pulling your toward him, grabbing your waist and placing you on his shoulder. The quick movement made you yelp in surprise before laughing at his childish action.

"Steve! No! Put me down!"

"Not until I make you smile!"

"I'm smiling!"

"That's a fake smile!"

"Steve, it's 2 o'clock in the morning!"

"Times an illusion, (Y/N)."

After the small journey to your room, he plopped your back onto the soft mattress. His body soon climbed on top of yours before grabbing both of your hands with one and pinning them above your head.

"Steve! Don't you dare!" His hand raised, pointing one finger out. Your body squirmed under his legs, knowing what was coming. "Are you still as ticklish as you were 3 months ago, babe?"

"Steve! Please, I beg you!" Laughter filled your words as you stared up at the god-like man.

"Oh? You beg me?"

"I'll do anything!"

"That's tempting, but no."

"Steve!" You drawled out his name as his finger slowly poked your lower right side, making you laugh loudly. The biggest smile appeared on his face as he heard you scream in hysterics. You body wiggled, but his weight and strength held your down as he switched hands and began tickling your other side.

"Steve, please! I'll do anything!" You begged at the top of your lungs, probably waking up neighbors.

"Will you call off all plans for tomorrow so we can have a day together?" His words turned your smile into a frown, knowing you wouldn't be able to do that. "You know I can't do that." Your voice was full as disappointment, but he didn't care. He just wanted to make you happy.

"Well, that's too bad." His hand tickled your neck as you arched your back. "Steve, god, okay! I'll do it, just please- Please stop!"

His hands let go of your body before plopping his back down next to yours. You both gasped for air, both from laughing. He wasn't even being tickled to death, and yet he seemed to be more out of breath than you.

"Oh? You think that's funny, Rogers?" His hand trailed to his chest as he let out a heart-warming laugh. "As a matter of fact, I do, doll." "I'll get you! One day." You both chuckled next to each other, staring up at the blank ceiling. After a few moments of silence, his head turned towards yours with a concerning look.

"(Y/N). Please tell me what I can do so that you're never in the same state as you were before I got here." His words hit you deep, it felt like your heart sunk to the bottom of a deep abyss, never returning and forever holding you in an unexplainable emotion.

"I don't know. I really don't. I've never felt like I've hit rock bottom before, but I do now. I don't know what to do." You continued to stare up above, his gaze still focused on the side of your facial features.

"If that means I have to come here every night at 12pm and stay until you leave, I'll do it. All this time I thought I lost you, but I lost you to a whole different reason. What would have happened if I didn't come? What would have happened if I completely forgot about you and lived on with my life?" His body shifted onto its side. His hand trailed up to your face, gently moving it to look at him.

"I don't know." A sigh escaped your lips as you saw his inner eyebrows lift up in sadness.

"That's frightening, I don't even want to think about it. If I didn't come today, and nobody else came, it could have been for the worse. Realizing that I distanced myself from you because I thought you didn't want me in your life, but it was only because you couldn't have me in your life. All of those moments we spent together would be memories; memories I would dwell on. I didn't want those to be my last memories with you and I plan on making more. If I have to cut out things from my life just to help you and make sure you're okay, you'll be damn sure I will. If it's classes, I'll help. If it's work, I'll help. If it's money, I will help. Just tell me what's happening and I'll do anything in my power to make sure you're ok. You just have to tell me."

Your heart fluttered as his blue eyes connected with yours, love and worry written all over his expression. You slowly moved toward his form as his body inched forward, arms pulling towards each other and closing the gap in between your bodies. His arm swiftly slid under your side before bringing you on top of his body, legs straddling him. His lips moved against yours as your tongue met his. As moments passed by, air escapes your lungs. Your mouths slowly inches away before breathing in the shared air. His lips curved up; you mimicked his expression. A small chuckle escaped his mouth before his raised his eyebrow up at you.

"Why didn't we do this 3 months ago?"

"I don't know, but since we didn't, let's make up for it right now."

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[panlight]

Okay so I went through your "Chuckesmee" tag and BITCH I AM FUCKING SCREAMINGGGG!!! THAT UGLY ASS BABY! 💀💀💀💀💀 WHY WOULD THEY FUCKIN DO THAT?! WHO LIED AND TOLD THEM THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!! IM CRYIN AS I WRITE THISSSS!!! 😭😭😭

Seriously I can’t imagine how anyone looking at the doll didn’t immediately go “Yeah, that … won’t work.” Bill Condon even admitted it was a “misfire” and it was just wrong. But I get why they originally wanted to go that way, because the baby!Renesmee described in the book just … can’t be played by a normal baby. Baby Nessie is aware and alert and smarter than a human newborn, she needs to look in certain directions, react in certain ways, and make deliberate movements (putting her hand on Bella’s cheek, for example) that you can’t realistically expect to direct a real baby to do.  So they were stuck with “robot?” or “questionable CGI?” There was no good option if you wanted to be faithful to the idea of Renesmee in the book (remember, she was born with a full set of teeth and full head of hair!). It’s a shame, though, because there’s cute footage of the stand-in babies on the DVD and they are so cute with their spontaneous baby-ness (like grabbing some of Kristen’s hair and Rob and Billy Burke laughing and the baby laughing too) that we don’t get with this preternaturally precocious Renesmee. A lot of that joy and laughter and fun with babies got lost somehow when SM wrote Nessie as advanced and ~unique as she did.

[jesslaughingalonewith]

Hi I’m gonna live blog into this one post about The Good Doctor so I don’t make a million posts

17 seconds in I already love it and I started to tear up and 3 minutes 37  seconds in i started to full on cry because I’m so happy like

he’s got a ton of same mannerisms as me!!!! like the path thing and the way he smiles no matter what topic he’s talking about!!!! And the movements he does!!!

I’m love the president man he’s a good boy

This is literally how I think I love this ??????? like seeing the pictures and the words like this 

hey no offense but this other doctor is a complete asshole and fuck him???????????

the acting thus far is not that good from anyone other than the main char, like it’s not bad, but it’s not really that good it’s alright

LMAO ME GETTING HUGGED

confirmed unrealistic he’s not freaking out that his clothes are wet and clinging to his body 

Hi also I’m love his brother?????

He folds his hands in front of him like I do I cry???????????

a good brother!!! a very good boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW!!!!!!!! I SURE HATE THIS DOCTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOY HOWDY IS HE AN ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIRL YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU FOOL!!! I ALSO HATE THE BOARD DOCTOR MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SWEAR TO GOD IF HIS BROTHER DIES IM GONNA FREAK IF HE GETS INJURED AND MY BOY BECOMES A DOCTOR BECAUSE HE WASNT ABLE TO SAVE HIS BROTHER IM GONNA KILL SOMEONE 

BITCH I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IM CRYIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BOYS IM CRYING M BOY DIDNT DESERVE THIS HE”S A GOOD BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A GREAT BOY!!! PETITION TO CHANGE THE SHOWS NAME TO THE GREAT DOCTOR

I hate this head doctor I hate him he’s bad 0/10

it took me like an hour and a half to get through this 40 minute episode because I had to keep pausing to cry lmao

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Foundling

((for @guttermech there will be more dont worry im fucking dying thanks))

Rains will pour down Waves will crash all around But you will be safe in my arms

Perceptor looked up as the cellar doors rumbled- and flipped the automated opener.

Pawsteps were heavy and loud, like distant thunder, as Deadlock stomped in; he gave a grand shake, letting dust fall from him like a rising sentinel and he raised his head. Perceptor made a sound of... confusion.

Hanging by it’s scruff from Deadlock’s teeth was a raggedy and haggard little spun-copper bundle- it twitched, and whined.

“...You brought home a dog.”

Deadlock set the bundle down, fur rippling and shifting as he changed before Perceptor’s narrow eyes.

“Nah, ‘s not a dog.”

“Four legs and a tail.”

“I got those too- call me a dog Batman, I dare ya.”

Perceptor tilted his head, noting Deadlock’s risen hackles as the lycan leaned down to scoop the haphazard pile of whimpers and copperwire into his arms and ascend the steps up into the main house. Perceptor followed, walking on the balls of his feet as Deadlock slunk through halls to the master bathroom.

A bath rumbled out into the tub, water gushing and steam beginning to rise.

“Gimme the first aid kit, wouldja Percy?”, said Deadlock absently, a growl humming in his chest, “Gotta get that stink off him, then gotta patch him up.”

“Sti-”

“Still reeks like burnt feathers ‘n’ death.”

Perceptor froze, slowly moving to stare at Deadlock as he lowered the raggedy blob of fur into the tub- making it uncurl sleepily.

A whine.

“He’s been in this form f’r days it looks like. Just runnin’. All you can do when the tengu find ya.”, murmured Deadlock, “Eeeeeasy pup, eeeeasy now. Y’r safe here, no birds or nothin’.”

A sharp bark.

“I know, it’s a bath and they suck but you got burrs and mud and blood and dirt all over ya.”

Perceptor placed the white case of the First Aid kit on the counter, flitting away to dig out the fluffiest towels he could find. As a second thought... he forewent the brush, instead reaching for the comb in the cabinet and bustling back.

“Here, move a bit Lock.”, he murmured, kneeling down. He set the towels aside, cooing softly to the young possible Lycan in the tub and holding out the comb for inspection.

Deadlock watched with a wary eye as Perceptor began to comb out snags and tangles, working burrs free of tails and the beginning’s of a bit of a mane. The pup whined in his throat, shaking once Perceptor pulled back and splashing bubbles into the air- grey and filmy they floated like broken dreams and popped like false promises.

And the pup in the tub tilted his head back and let off a stringy, pitiful howl. Deadlock’s ears pinned back to his head, and he flicked the lever for the tub’s drain. He turned the faucet back on, using his hands to coax the suds from the pup’s frame and letting a tight smile slip free when the pup ducked under the stream of water and sneezed.

“How old is-”

“Couple years, not old.”, said Deadlock flatly, “Still got ‘is milkteeth. tried to posture when I found him- dominance thing, don’t ask. He toppled right over when he tripped on a branch, and wouldn’t get up. Just started whimperin’ and cryin’ and that’s when I smelled it.”

“Was it-”

“Mhm.”

Once the pup was rinsed, Perceptor moved in with the towel, coaxing and cooing and leading the pup to be lifted from the tub and set upon the floor. He wobbled as he shook water from his body and tripped again on the bathrug.

Perceptor sighed, bundling the pup into the towel and absently rubbing the ginger head, and then suddenly clutched the pup closer when he felt movement.

A tiny hand, tipped in bright little claws pushed out, and a hiccupping voice sounded into the bathroom.

“M-Mam! Maaam!”

“...Oh good Lord.”, whispered Perceptor, “Lock- Lock he’s a toddler he... he can’t be more than three or-or-or four?!”

“I know.”, said Deadlock, taking the squirming bundle and letting little hands fist into the longer fur on his chest, “He’s luck t’be alive. they killed all our pups when they found us.”

A hum built in Deadlock’s chest, a lullaby of some kind- maybe even a song from the radio.

And little cries rang into the bathroom as Perceptor felt his dead heart break and harden and break all over again while Wing pulled the door open.

“Percy? Lock, what’s- is that a pup.”

“Wing, could you do me a favor?”, asked Perceptor in a too saccharine voice, “Do a quick flyby of the surrounding area, look for anyplace burned. Burnt feathers.”

“Tengu.”

“Mhm.”

The pup coughed, continuing to weep and whimper for a mother who could never come back home.