#and get fucked up about it when they realize they can't

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Can you write type of guy headcanons for thanos (230) please? thx <33

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition) nsfw

English

Korean

Thanos / Player 230

—THANOS IS THE KIND OF GUY who’d shamelessly flirt with you, his words dripping with confidence and charm. He’d slip in Spanish pet names like "señorita" so naturally, it was as if he were born to sweep you off your feet.

There was one day when he suddenly dropped to his knees, a smirk dancing on his lips as he grabbed your hand gently. "I might just start my own religion, because of how often I find myself on my knees for you." He said as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt your face heat up, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks at the boldness of his actions.

He’d also call you every sweet name in the book—"baby," "angel," "princess," "beautiful"—each one rolling off his tongue with effortless confidence. And if that weren’t enough, he’d take it a step further, rapping his feelings for you in a way that was both cheesy and undeniably endearing.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d have a slow-burn romance without even realizing it. At first, it’s nothing more than casual interactions, small moments here and there. He doesn’t notice the shift—how his thoughts linger on you longer than they should, how he starts to care just a little bit more. It’s gradual, almost imperceptible, until one random moment hits him. Like it would suddenly click that he likes you. And now, he can’t stop thinking about it.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t give up on you, no matter how many times you ignored him. Your cold shoulder, your silence—it didn’t faze him. If anything, it only fueled his determination. He’d chase after you relentlessly, his confidence unwavering, his charm impossible to ignore, until you had no choice but to face him.

He spotted you weaving through the crowd, your determined strides screaming leave me alone. Naturally, that only made his grin wider. He adjusted his jacket, his confidence as unshakable as ever, and started after you.

"Señorita!" he called out, you didn’t even glance back at him, but when he saw your pace quicken, it only fueled his determination. He caught up easily, walking alongside you like he belonged there.

"Ah, playing hard to get? I like that," he teased, tilting his head to glance at you with that infuriatingly smug smile. "But you know, you make it way too easy for me to chase you baby. You’re irresistible."

You rolled your eyes and turned sharply, hoping to lose him in the crowd. But the next corner you turned, there he was—leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, like he’d been waiting there all along.

"Miss me already?" he teased with a smirk, his body blocking your path. "You can run, but you can't hide princess. Not from me."

You tried to sidestep him, but before you could get far, he placed a hand dramatically over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch, breaking my heart like that? Really?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief. "Just stop, I can’t stand you."

With a smirk that practically oozed confidence, he leaned in slightly, his voice teasing yet bold. "Then just sit on my face."

"W-what!?" You froze, eyes wide with shock, your heart pounding. "Just fuck off!" you snapped, brushing past him quickly, your face flushed in a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

He chuckled, watching you retreat with that same infuriating smirk. But you knew, as much as you tried to get away, he wouldn’t stop. He was persistent, and no matter how many times you brushed him off, he’d keep following, keep bothering you.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t tolerate some random guy flirting with you. If he saw it happening, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. He’d interrupt the conversation, push the guy back with a forceful shove, and growl, "Back off man! Who the fuck do you think you are hitting on my girl!?" (Yeah even tho you're not his yet)

If the guy was making you laugh or smile, he’d simmer in silence, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Once the guy was alone, he’d track him down, corner him, and with a dangerous edge to his voice, he’d lean in, his eyes burning with fury.

"Stay the fuck away from Y/n. Got it?" He said, his fist landing a brutal punch to the guy’s stomach, leaving him crumpled on the floor. "She’s my girl," he’d add, his tone low and possessive. "My woman."

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t help but yell, "Ah, there’s my girl!" with a huge grin spreading across his face when you made it out alive. Without a second thought, he’d rush to you, scoop you up in a tight embrace, and hold you like he’d never let go. "I’m so happy you're alive, baby. God, you don’t know how much I missed you." His grip would tighten as if to never let you slip away again.

—He’s the kind of guy who isn’t intimidated by you. He’ll rush toward you, full of energy, relieved that you made it through when the lights went out. While everyone else stood frozen in fear, staring in shock, you were casually wiping blood off your hands, having taken down a whole group without breaking a sweat.

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t believe he’s dating you after you finally accepted him. Like, a guy like him? Sure, he’s Thanos and pretty damn cool, but damn, you’re way cooler than him. So, every now and then, he’ll just blurt out, “Damn, I’m dating her?” when he thinks about you, or “I can’t believe she’s mine.” and his friend will just stare at him, completely weirded out.

—He's the kind of guy who's wildly in love with you, the type to fight a wild animal just to impress you. He lives to make you laugh, even if it means pulling off the dumbest, most ridiculous stunts. His love is chaotic, loud, and endlessly entertaining, but that's what makes it so unforgettable.

One day he tried to bake you a cake from scratch, only to set off the smoke alarm—but he still proudly presented you with the lopsided, half-burnt result, claiming it was "made with love." Or he'd show up at your door with a bouquet made of random wildflowers (and weeds), proudly declaring it’s “nature’s finest” while grinning like a fool.

—He’s the kind of guy who would let you paint his nails in any color you choose or decorate them however you like, all because he loves you and wants you to have that little piece of him.

—Thanos is the kind of guy who always needs to be in physical contact with you when you're together—his hand on your thigh, his arm around your shoulders. He craves that connection, that constant reassurance of your presence. Public displays of affection? He couldn’t care less. If you want him to kiss you in front of everyone, consider it done. If you mention he can kiss you after a game, why would he wait for privacy when he can claim you right in front of his friends? For him, it’s not just about the kiss—it’s about showing the world that you’re his and making sure you feel adored, no matter where you are.

—He’s the kind of guy who’s utterly captivated by your thighs, completely addicted to the way they feel wrapped around him. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be, no place more intoxicating than being suffocated by your softness.

He doesn’t just admire them—he worships them. His lips leave a trail of love marks along your skin, his way of claiming every inch as his own. Between kisses, his voice comes out low and teasing, filled with desire. (He also loves eating you out while you're wrapping your thighs around his head and getting suffocated by it. )

—He’s the kind of guy who would cover you in hickeys, leaving them all over your neck and thighs, a clear sign that you’ve been claimed and are already his. With a smirk, he’d tell you he’s just marking his priority, as if every mark is a reminder of who you belong to.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d proudly show you off to his friends with a grin and say, “Yeah, this my girl right here.” And damn, he wouldn’t just say it—he’d feel like the luckiest guy alive to have you by his side.

—He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t just take you—he claims you. If he ever finds out you're with someone else, he'll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.

Thanos' rough words dripped with condescension as he gripped your hips, pulling you onto his thick shaft in one brutal thrust. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to pound into your mercilessly. "You're fucking mine, this fucking tight pussy is mine," he snarled, his balls slapping against your ass with each savage stroke. "This fat cock is the only thing you need. That pathetic loser can't touch this, can he?" He reached down to rub you clit, his fingers pinching the sensitive bud as he continued to ravage you. "Hngg!...—pls s'too much! too much! Thanos m'sorry p-please I w-won't do it again."

"Stop?" He chuckled, "We both know you love this. Being used like a cheap whore, stuffed full of dick. Admit it, you'd rather choke on my cum than go back to that limp-dicked loser."

—Hes the kind of guy who loves messy blow jobs. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely around his throbbing cock, your eyes glazed over in blissful submission, he fucking loves it. Loves how you surrendered completely, letting him control every movement as he fucks your mouth.

"Fuck... Your throat was made for my dick, wasn't it? Such a perfect fit, like you were born to worship my cock." he moaned, tangling his fingers in your hair and using your mouth like a cheap fleshlight as he chased his pleasure. The wet sounds of sloppy oral sex filled the air, punctuated by your muffled whimpers and gurgles. (Gosh he fucking loves that) "Fuck yes... hngg—take it baby, take it all, you filthy little cumdump!" His hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt in your gullet while thick ropes of cum spilled in your mouth, forcing you to gag and sputter around his girth. "Look at you, such a good girl, gagging on my dick like it's your purpose in life. You were meant to be a cumdump, weren't you? Fucking slut."

—He's the kind of guy who loses his shit when you squirt into his mouth, he just fucking loves it when you're flooding his mouth with your ambrosial release. Saying "Holy shit," "I love you so fucking much baby," "Mmmm, you're fucking addictive as hell, baby. Can't get enough of this sweet juices." as he greedily laps up every drop. Just the taste of your squirting orgasm would send him into a fucking frenzy.

—He's the kind of guy who takes you apart piece by piece every time he gets you alone, his usual cruel exterior dissolving into raw, unbridled need. He doesn't just touch you—he worships you, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to draw out every moan, every shiver, every scream he can pull from you.

"You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum for me," he'd say, his voice dripping with hunger as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. His lips never leave your skin, trailing kisses and bites down your thighs, across your stomach, up to your neck.

"Look at you, spread open and dripping for me like the filthy little slut you are," he taunted, dragging a finger through your slick folds. "I bet all those prissy boys never made you feel this good, did they? They probably couldn't handle a real woman like you." he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as your body writhes beneath him. Even when your legs shake and your cries turn into breathless pleas, he doesn’t stop. He keeps you teetering on the edge, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you’re left trembling, completely undone, and utterly his.

[misayani]

ALL MINE — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS JEALOUSY HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), kang sae-byeok (s1 player 067), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — just a really really shortttt little something with my women <3 (+ thanos cause he's one of my babygirls) btw pleaaaasee send more no-eul requests [lowercase intended]

warning: literally one mention of a quickie on se-mi's part but this is kinda fluff !

mi na —

- first and foremost, this girl has an ATTITUDE

- like dont expect her to not do something when you're literally getting hit on by a man during breakfast

- and u being oblivious like cmon now...

- as soon as she got her breakfast, she marches her way towards you, who was just sitting on your bed looking at the smirking man in front of you with a disgusted face

- your lips form into a smile once you finally saw your gf, but dropping as soon as you saw her approaching the man with a fake smile

- "what's this?" 

- she will look the man up and down shamelessly, her lips curled as if she was disgusted

- she's the openly jealous type, girl isn't ashamed of it

- what's there to be ashamed of in the first place? you're HER girlfriend

- "ugh, leave my girlfriend alone. can't you see she's uncomfortable with you??" 

- will flip her hair at the man, giving him one last eye roll before he finally leaves

- she's so sassy

- almost made you feel bad for the man but girl fuck him

- your girlfriend can never do any wrong, right??

- "and you, stop being oblivious! he was obviously flirting with you."

- girlie's offended, eyebrows furrowed as if it were your fault

- she crosses her arms against her chest as you pout at her

- "sorry... won't happen again."

- HER EYES SOFTENS FOR A WHILE BEFORE ROLLING HER EYES AGAIN trying to hide her forming smile

- she huffs, "whatever. you better make sure it won't" before plopping down on your bed to sit next to you and then you both finally eat breakfast in peace <33

- overall, this woman's not scared to express her emotions

- like u can literally see it on her face im not even kidding

no eul —

- first of all, how dare you

- no-eul's not the most confident with herself

- and seeing someone hit on you makes her feel down

- she's vulnerable

- will seek comfort through physical touch, either by holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist

- you ask her what's wrong and she'll respond in the softest voice EVEERRRRRJDJDJDJD

- "i just.. don't like sharing you.." 

- I PROMISE SHE MAY HAVE A TOUGH EXTERIOR

- but inside she's soft, for you at least.

- she needs extra reassurance bc u are literally the love of her life and she doesn't wanna lose you ever

- she's the quiet jealous type, will mostly let you know she is by her actions

- you make it up to her by setting up a movie night but it just ended up by you taking care of her

- it's up to you to think of how you took care of no-eul <3

se mi —

- when you started dating se-mi you knew you were in for a ride

- she won't hesitate to call out the situation

- just like mi-na, she's not scared to express her feelings

- won't be as sassy though

- she's gonna drop some sarcastic comments instead (she means it)

- "wow, didn't realize i had competition."

- will scoff at whoever's hitting on you

- she's also protective, she's wary of literally anybody in that large room.

- "keep an eye out for that man, he seems dangerous"

- uses humor as a shield to hide her jealousy

- makes comments about the other person

- but if you're stubborn and keep entertaining other people,

- babe

- she will make you jealous in return

- "two can play at this game."

- lol how the tables turn

- enjoys seeing you jealous but will stop eventually if she sees you down

- she'll make it up to you by having a quickie in the restroom

- <33 yum

jun hee —

- she's very honest

- she had a bad past relationship with the father of the baby she's carrying right now

- and she doesn't want the same to happen to you 

- someone's checking you out? she's gonna clear her throat to get the person's attention and calmly whisper something to them

- "that's my girlfriend you're staring at."

- she'll then try and make her best intimidating expression

- BUT AWHHH SHE LOOKS LIKE A MAD BABY BEAR CAUSE SHE'S SMALLLL

- thankfully, the other person is respectful enough to leave you both alone

- don't underestimate her though, she may be small but she's a tough one.

- she will stand her ground if she needs to

- she will protect her girlfriend if the other person was going too far

- but overall, she's calm unless she has a reason to not be.

hyun ju —

- THIS WOMAN IS TAAAAALL

- she'll definitely take advantage of that

- will do her best poker face and will tower over the person you're talking to

- will cross her arms as she scans the person up and down

- she's lowk threatened though, you know how she is with her confidence level

- you'll never make her jealous on purpose, of course

- but once you two are alone she'll blurt out something like, "i don't like them."

- you know, dating hyun-ju means she trusted you enough to be her girlfriend

- so as much as possible, she doesn't get jealous because she trusts that you love her and her only.

young mi —

- POOR BABY'S AN OVERTHINKERRR:(((((

- she'll overanalyze your interaction with the other person and will imagine the worst case scenario 

- then later she's gonna ask you millions of questions

- "do you like her?" 

- "what did she tell you to make you laugh?"

- "did you enjoy her presence..?" 

- :((((

- you, being a good gf, reassures her

- "oh no, honey, i just laughed at her face cause her makeup's so bad."

- she thinks it's mean to laugh but she lets out a soft chuckle

- you're glad to make your girlfriend smile again

sae byeok —

- territorial af

- wants you all to herself

- she's silent. but its obvious to you she's jealous if her body language stiffens

- you think this girl's personality is cold? just wait til you see her jealous side and she'll show you cold.

- theres this one time where sae really got jealous

- she poutED AT YOU RAHDJDJDJ:(((

- it was a once in a lifetime moment

- by the way have i mentioned that this girl's resting bitch face is DEADLY

- her eyes alone will intimidate anyone

- she looks like she's always glaring at something, well— she is

- that's why its rare for someone to walk up to you and hit on you

- cs she's always by your side, acting like your personal bodyguard <33

thanos —

- 'oh they can do that? i can do it better' type

- HE'S NEVERRR GONNA LET ANYBODY ACT LIKE THEYRE BETTER THAN HIM

- just like him sometimes, this man's pride is high

- always tries to one up the other person in doing something

- hell, the person can do a backflip? he can do TWO backflips

- he fails though

- will stand up and brush his clothes while looking around to see if there was anyone who saw him fall to his ass

- "yo man, just get the fuck outta here." 

- will pout if he sees you laughing at him

- softie thanos >>>

- "baby please tell me i did the backflips better:(" 

- HE'S SO UGHHHHHHH i wanna pinch his cheeks

- of course, you tell him his backflips were better !!! his fall was just part of the performance

- plus points for storyline <3

- sometimes he'll act unbothered, but it's painfully obvious he is ?????

<3

@misayani

[prael]

Day 9: Subservience

TripleS Jiwoo x male reader smut

words: 3,980 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist

"I've known the owner for years. She's really kind and she always gives me extra," Jiwoo explains as she guides you, hand-in-hand, down the street to the ice-cream shop that she swears is the best in the country. You don't question her, she knows what's good and she knows your tastes. You do struggle to keep up with the strides of her long legs. She's still fuelled by annoyance.

The game against the Eagles was a rough one. There were several fights, some more physical than others, but all were fueled by the rivalry. Jiwoo's game ended when she slammed one of the Eagles' players into the boards. It was a rough hit, enough for the ref to throw her out of the game, and you can't blame her. It was a dirty hit. But Jiwoo had been riled up by a series of fouls that the ref hadn't seen. So she reacted, and the player took advantage.

As soon as you step into the shop, Jiwoo visibly relaxes. A warm smile takes over her features that widens once the owner steps out from the back. "Jiwoo! How have you been, sweetie?" the woman gushes as she rounds the counter.

"I'm well," Jiwoo smiles. "And yourself?"

"Always busy!" the woman chuckles. "The business is doing very well." You see Jiwoo's hand tense as it holds your hand tighter. "What are you having today?"

"The usual, we'll share." Jiwoo orders without asking you.

"And who is this fine young man?"

You open your mouth to speak but Jiwoo is already talking before any sound can leave you. She introduces you—first by name and then as her boyfriend, her best friend. It makes your heart swell to hear her speak so highly about you.

You wait for the ice cream to be done, listening in as Jiwoo makes small talk with the shop owner. She seems happy to hear about the great games Jiwoo is playing and asks if next time she can bring some pictures for the bulletin board above one of the booths. It's cute to see her talk so excitedly about her games and everything she does on the team.

Finally, she asks the two of you to take a seat before promising to be over in just a minute. Jiwoo leads the way and slides into a booth in the corner. You sit down opposite her just as the ice cream and a couple of spoons slide into your view.

"Alright you two, enjoy!" the shop-owner exclaims before leaving you alone again. You both mutter your thanks, taking your spoons.

"Thanks," you say after Jiwoo takes a mouthful. "For bringing me out here." She looks up from her spoon and laughs.

"You haven't even tried it yet, here." She takes a spoonful and reaches out to you, pushing the spoon between your lips.

She is right, of course, the ice cream is good. "Really, really good." She smiles in contentment at the compliment of her choice, reaching over to scoop up a spoonful of another flavour.

"The best," she corrects. "So what do you want to do when we get home?"

"A movie maybe?"

Jiwoo raises a questioning brow at your choice as she spoons up more. She pouts for a second. "I was going to say I could fuck you senseless, but sure, a movie." Her laugh makes you realize she is teasing you and you feel the red creeping into your cheeks. The ice cream shop isn't busy at all, just a couple of regulars, but that doesn't stop you from glancing around in case somebody heard. Jiwoo laughs even harder as the worry shows in your expression.

"We could watch a movie first. Before you... you know."

"Oh, I definitely know." Jiwoo chuckles again, this time softer but the fire is in her eyes now, you've seen this before, felt the touch of her fire.

-

The walk home is peaceful. The sun has just fallen over the sunset leaving a soft glow, the breeze is cool and gentle, and the cars pass slowly. You're the one who is holding her hand now, feeling her body pressed into your arm, leaning onto you as you guide her along the path home, and even without a word spoken, it feels perfect.

Then there's a ring. Jiwoo's phone. She fumbles around for her pocket before pulling it out and sliding the lock screen to the side.

"Yes, this is Jiwoo." You wait in silence, watching her brows furrow. "What the hell? Why?" The look in her eye makes you nervous, you can almost see the steam rising from her ears. She lets go of your hand and stops. You halt with her and listen in. You can hear a voice on the other end of the line but not enough to discern words. Whatever it was, though, it made her mood flip. She ends the call abruptly with a stern 'yeah,' before slipping the phone back into her jacket pocket. Her face has turned to stone.

"What is it?" you ask and place a hand on her shoulder. She turns away from the gesture.

"It was one of the assistant coaches," Jiwoo begins, looking ahead. Her gaze seems lost in the distance, unfocused on whatever was before her but focused on something, something unpleasant. "She's been in touch with the officials, they're suspending me for three games." It's short, sharp, abrupt.

"What?"

"Let's just go home." Jiwoo shrugs off your hand and walks away. You rush after her.

"But that hit was barely—"

"It doesn't matter. Let's just go home."

You leave it at that, following a few paces behind. She doesn't turn to you, doesn't offer her hand, just keeps walking.

As you enter the building lobby you make a point of taking hold of her hand again, as if trying to anchor her in this moment rather than her lost gaze. The elevator doors open and you both step in, her thumb rolls across the back of your hand in a soothing manner.

"I'm fine," she finally says with a deep breath. "I'll be okay."

She throws herself onto the bed as soon as the door closes. Face down, head in a pillow. Her legs dangle over the bed, kicking back and forth. She groans, it's muffled, and she stretches out with a huff.

"Jiwoo?"

Her head tilts to the side to acknowledge you.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

You don't expect much of an answer but you receive one nonetheless, a firm one that makes you gulp. "Yes." She pushes herself upright and stares at you.

"Get naked," her voice is cold and low. Not what you had in mind.

"What?"

"Naked, I need you naked," Jiwoo states again. Her face is stony and her gaze intense. "And on your knees."

Your heart skips a beat. The tone in her voice doesn't suggest this is up for negotiation, not that it matters. She is angry, that much is clear.

"Jiwoo, is this—"

"Did I ask for an opinion?" Her expression stays cold and distant, though there is an unmistakable spark in her eye. She climbs to sit on the edge of the bed and stares through you with that same intensity that is still growing hotter and more dangerous with every second. She crosses one leg over the other, and in those shorts, it is nothing less than a treat.

"Yes, Jiwoo," you nod and start removing your shirt.

"Don't call me Jiwoo right now." You are half-naked and pulling your jeans down to the floor as Jiwoo continues. "From now on it's 'yes miss' and 'right away miss' and 'please let me cum miss.' Do you understand?"

You love it when she gets like this. She's in charge and will not be challenged. You stand in awe for a second as you take in her presence before nodding in response. You drop down onto your knees, naked and exposed.

"Yes miss," you repeat just before shuffling a few steps closer.

She looks down at you, watching intently, then uncrosses her legs to let one foot press to your bare torso. "Good boy," she says. The heel of her foot presses against your chest, and then she kicks out. You're pushed back but regain your composure and return to how you were kneeling before.

"I was so fucking happy earlier!" Her voice is strained as she stands up in front of you. "Now? Now, now, now," she trails off, "Now I just need something to take the fucking edge off."

Her hand snakes around the back of your head to grip your hair. She pulls and it hurts. You look up and are instantly met by her dark expression.

"Do you know how to do something like that?"

You nod in response. She grips at your hair again. There's that pain again.

"I asked if you knew how to do that."

"Yes miss." That earns a smile. It's faint but there. You'll earn more from her before this night is done.

She releases your hair and steps back to sit down again, feet planted firmly on the floor, and her hands on the waist of those short shorts.

"Help me undress." The cold tone is still there and you shuffle forwards again on your knees to obey. Your hands find her thighs first, resting there gently as you lean in, and your lips brush hers with the softest of caress. Your kiss is delicate and gentle, caring even as if you're asking permission to proceed.

"Don't tease me." She huffs and pulls back to glare down at you, and you see the fire there again.

"Sorry, Miss," you offer.

"I told you to help me undress, not play around."

You nod. She is right. This isn't play. Not for you. You reach up for her shorts and unfasten the top button. The zipper goes down quickly and easily. Such long legs and tiny little shorts. Your hands pull at the denim, sliding them down her soft skin and letting your fingertips graze them delicately. You see her underwear next. Pink, cute and such a contrast to the power of its wearer. You throw away the shorts and stare in awe, your mind filling with the thoughts of what comes next.

She sees your expression and wastes no time in calling you out. "You're staring."

"Sorry miss." Your voice is low and quiet.

"It's not yours to gawk at."

"I know, miss."

"So stop staring and undress me, I'm not doing it for you," she snaps. She gestures down and you know exactly what she wants from you now. You know her body well. You know exactly where you should be, where she wants you, and how to please her. And you're not going to leave her disappointed.

With a nod and a 'Yes Miss' you get back to undressing her. The underwear is soft against your fingertips as you hook a few digits around the top of them. She raises an eyebrow, impatiently. Her expression tells you that she is waiting—to have you ravage her. With the fabric held lightly, you pull. Her hips lift a fraction of an inch to help you, allowing you to reveal the pink folds between her thighs.

The pants are discarded somewhere, forgotten as you move in closer, feeling the warmth of her pussy. Jiwoo smirks as you look back up, finding her watching your face and every movement.

"Eat." Her hand pushes your face closer to the apex of her thighs. Her legs rest on your shoulders. Soft thighs hug the sides of your face and the strong muscles tense as she feels you push your lips against her soft cunt. You let your tongue run up the length, taking in her scent, her flavour and her heat. It has you weak in seconds.

Your eyes are half closed as you lap at her juices, and she keeps one hand on your head, her nails raking through your hair. "I needed this so bad." Her words come with a breathy sigh as you suck on her lips. Her head tilts back and she relaxes. Jiwoo moans, softly, sensually, with your head in her grip and your tongue buried inside her pussy.

Her thighs squeeze tighter around your head and her heels dig into your back. "Such a good boy." Her voice is surprisingly tender compared to her actions. "Use your fingers." You immediately oblige. Two fingers sink into her slick wet cunt.

You suck on her clit, rolling your tongue around it as your fingers curl and stretch inside of her. Her sighs and quiet moans start low and light, little hints, little teases. Then the sounds build louder. As your fingers quicken their pace and your tongue beats on her clit, you meet her unspoken demand. Subservience is all she needs.

Jiwoo grips your hair as her moans turn to desperate mewling. "Fuck..." She whines and drags out the word until her hips buck and her thighs tense. In a shivering climax, her voice goes silent and her thighs clench hard. But you're still caught between them. You don't move away, pressing on with kisses and more long sucks until her gasps subside.

"Enough." It's the softest you've heard her this evening, but still, that command is clear and uncompromising. You pull away.

Jiwoo sighs and, while she takes the time to recompose herself, you remain kneeling between her legs in perfect patience.

"Good boy," she comments while her hand is roaming back through your hair. Then she sighs again, leans forward and beckons you to move closer with a simple 'come here.' Jiwoo places a soft peck on your cheek before moving her mouth to your ear. "Stand up and get on the bed."

You do exactly as you're told. Naked and standing, she tugs her shirt over her head. The bra comes next. The toned athletic figure of this woman is enough to make your mouth water, and your throbbing erection twitch, desperate for her to touch. Yet you refrain, knowing, and understanding what this is about. She'll decide when that happens, not you.

As soon as you climb up to sit on the bed Jiwoo moves, too, climbing onto your lap and, once straddling you, making it impossible to not feel the heat of her already wet cunt against your cock. Her lips meet your neck in several rough, hungry kisses and it makes you groan softly, you want more, you need more but you can't have it yet. Not unless she allows it.

"Are you going to behave for me?" she coos, kissing your jaw as she speaks.

"Yes miss."

"Good." The first gentle movement of her hips is torture, the way she ruts against your cock. You're aching for a relief. All you want to do is bury yourself in her right now, feel the tightness as she pulsates around you. "You have to earn that."

Your hands rise of their own accord but you catch them mid-air, waiting for permission to touch, to hold her, to bring her closer. "Please, miss?"

She smiles against your neck, and kisses you again, while the warm wetness of her slick folds pushes down the length of you with slow, tantalizing movements. You moan, louder than you intended and your hips rock up against her, you can't help it. They beg to drive up further, to bury yourself inside her, but you have to wait, wait until she is satisfied.

"What is it? Can't control yourself? Is my pussy making you excited?"

The voice is honey-laced and the heat between her legs, pressed down onto you is torture. This game she plays is nothing less than absolute arousal.

"Yes miss."

"If you can't control yourself..." Her voice trails off as she pulls herself away from you. "Close your eyes."

You nod in obedience, close your eyes as commanded and listen.

A low rumbling meets your ears. A familiar click follows, then a rustle. There are her footsteps next, soft and careful, coming closer to the side of the bed. Jiwoo's breathing is heavy, and so is your own, you still smell the lingering muskiness that lingers in the air. The clink of metal and then the cool sensation of the steel on your wrists causes your eyes to open and stare at the cuffs, binding each of your hands to the bed posts.

"Just in case you don't obey the rules." She smiles and her demeanour is playful, taunting, and seductive. It's her game now and you're just the toy.

"Now, where was I?" Her naked body slides over you. She takes your face in her hands and holds it in place for her mouth to meet yours again.

All you know is the dance of her tongue against yours and the movements of her hands as they run over you. Those long fingers travel from your face, to your jaw, neck and over your collarbone, descending to your chest. Once her hands make it there, she scratches them down along your torso to your stomach. Pain lingers where her nails mark you.

Then the rest of her body begins its motions. Hips roll. Her pussy grinds against you, slick and ready, again and again. Her motions are slow, precise, and calculated. Each kiss and each bite, each scratch of her nails over your body. In turn, your arms pull against the restraints and your cock aches with desire.

This is going to be a long night for you. You're bound, helpless, struggling, desperate. Watching the woman's body undulate above you is maddening. Feeling her on you, feeling her pussy grinding on you is heavenly. Her sharp groans and low moans in your ear make you even more desperate.

Jiwoo shivers, her skin prickles with goosebumps and the muscles in her core tense and relaxes again and again. All you can focus on is the intense and overwhelming feeling of her sex rubbing so eagerly against you. She bites her lip, furrows her brows and leans into her pleasure. Her breaths increase and her movements become erratic.

"I'm going to fuck you until I've had enough," she pants.

This woman can take whatever she wants, whenever she wants. You are no exception.

"Jiwoo..." You can't help it. Her name escapes.

"What did you call me?"

You still. Waiting. Heartbeat in your ears. Worry in your eyes.

Jiwoo shakes her head. She stops rocking her hips and grabs hold of your face, staring at you, almost searching for something as her gaze probes yours. There is a fire in those eyes, like the roaring blaze of a furnace, the blazing sun of a summer day. Fire is a destructive, uncompromising, beautiful, passionate force. The flame of passion burns, you have seen it. The flame consumes as Jiwoo does.

"Now I'm really going to need to punish you. Gonna ride you until it hurts."

"Please," you moan.

She reaches between her thighs to aim your cock towards her pussy and slowly presses down, guiding it through her soft, soaked folds before enveloping you in the absolute hotness and wetness of her cunt. Your eyes roll as she pulls her hips upwards a fraction and then down again, impaling herself, feeling her tighten with her motions.

Slow.

Hard.

She drives her hips down against yours. Your eyes lock again and the flames begin to spill forth. Your legs tremble. Your toes curl. Your back arches, your arms tense and tug against the bonds. The cuffs bite and the bed frame creaks. Each thrust and slam and wet pulse around your rock-hard cock elicits a sound, deep and involuntary, as you try to endure her punishment. Jiwoo knows this, she enjoys it, fucking you over and over, taking her pleasure, she needs this.

Her hips shift suddenly, changing the angle. Everything is better like this, she feels so good, moving, riding, panting. You growl in tortured ecstasy and she seems even more eager. Her grip is so hard on the sides of your body, her nails burying into your skin.

"Ah, right there, yes!"

Jiwoo slams her ass down against your hips and grinds, moving quickly, desperately. And you want her. Fuck, how you want her. But you can't, you're chained to this bed and she owns you now.

"Jiwoo, please!" You have no idea what you're begging for.

A hand reaches up and grasps the bars of the bed frame. Her face comes close. Mouth near your ear. Heavy breaths. Teeth on your jaw.

She releases the bar. The hand meets your face, smacking it. Hard. Pain explodes and your mind spins in agony and lust. Your hips drive up. You cum. Unprepared and powerful. An orgasm hits you so hard that you barely remember the words slipping past your lips—words of release, words of lust. Cum erupts from your dick, throbbing wildly into her. You're saying her name over and over. You're thankful.

You'd be a fool to think she would stop.

No.

In no way is Jiwoo finished with you, not yet. She keeps going, knowing what you can take. The whimpers of your sore cock within the walls of her hot, tight, wet cunt go ignored.

It doesn't matter if your cock is starting to go limp or your nerves are singing in pain, she keeps using you. Her hips bounce on yours, her breath and moans heavy and rough. Her body undulates in lust. Fuck, you're amazed by her beauty, her fire, her passion and her strength, even when you can no longer provide.

Then Jiwoo tosses her head back. Her back arches and tenses. Her skin prickles and her abs tighten. Through the stinging pain, you take pleasure in watching, watching her lose herself. Her sounds are guttural and grow louder as her fingers stroke her engorged clit in hurried, rough circles. Then it happens. She clenches and then nothing, there's no longer the need to move, to breathe or to live, only her orgasm courses through her, wave after wave as her screams and moans mix, you can't distinguish one from the other.

And when finally, the blissful agony has passed, her body collapses. Overheated skin rests against yours, slick with perspiration. For what feels like several minutes there are no words spoken. Nothing but rapid breaths and beating hearts. She doesn't let you slip out of her, not yet, she just lays upon you. Bodies and minds melt together.

Then there comes a whisper. A single word. While your cum begins to leak from her exhausted cunt. "Again."

You choke on your words, holding back your protest. She slowly rocks her hips, spurring your spent cock forcefully back to life and it's all you can do to obey. Hands bound and no choice left, you're forced to let her ride you to her heart's content. After all, everything she does is on her terms.

She keeps her movements slow, languid, barely moving above you. They're not as desperate. Jiwoo can see the way you grimace and takes twisted pleasure in watching the range of pained expressions as she teases. Maybe she will draw it out for another hour, maybe two, until finally she's finished with you, but you can never be certain, not until it ends.

She feels the way your body reacts. Through the oversensitivity of your soft cock re-awakening and regains stiffness as her wet cunt kneads up and down on it. Then Jiwoo sighs, low and heavy and her movements quicken. You know where this leads—more relentless fucking from her, more building up to another screaming orgasm, you tense in anticipation of the same torturous cycle all over again, ready for her to leave you sore and exhausted, only able to simply quiver and convulse under the continuing onslaught of her pleasure.

"Good boy."

[backinmyphase]

Failing student! Sukuna who didn't really care about all the missed lessons he had in his record. He didn't, not even when the principle called him into his office. Who cared about what that old hag had to say?

He really didn't care, just until he saw you sitting there with that horrified look as you saw him.

You, the president of the student council, who he had always thought was a stuck up bitch. Always a nerd, always getting good grades, always following the rules. Utterly boring, that's what he thought about you. But still fun to tease.

Failing student! Sukuna who is annoyed as hell with the fact he had to hold a little meeting with miss perfect and the old man. He takes a seat, the only other one which was unfortunately next to you.

"You can't be serious?!" you turned your look to the old man. Your voice was annoyingly high pitched.

"I can't... Not him!"

Now you had his attention. He turned to you, seeing you not even sparing him a glance anymore. "Woah, woah, what's with me, sweetheart?"

You kept ignoring him and just shook your head. "Please, I can tutor anyone else, but not..."

Failing student! Sukuna couldn't help but laugh at your horrified and desperate face as you started pleading with the principle who was just shaking his head. Your pathetic attempts to argue were almost cute.

"If you really want my recommendation for your college application, that's my only condition. Get Sukuna's grades up."

Failing student! Sukuna 's  Laughter died down as he realized what that meant.

"Wait a second, I don't need tutoring! And especially not from goody two shoes over here."

"Oh, believe me goody two shoes doesn't want to have anything to do with wannabe bad boy too-"

"Quiet you two!" the old man cleared his throat. "Sukuna, you haven't showed up to two thirds of your classes, you need tutoring. And Y/n if you really want to work for that recommendation you'll help him with that."

"Now get out of my office you two."

Failing student! Sukuna is in disbelief to what the fuck just happened as he and you stood outside of the office. You stood there with crossed arms and a fuming expression he had never expected from you.He just turns around to leave as you let out a groan in frustration.

"So when will our lessons start?"

He scoffs. "Never."

You followed his steps and kept that demanding tone. "Sukuna, you can't just decide that, the principle ordered us-"

"I don't care what that old man says and I especially do not care about that little recommendation of yours." he yawned as he kept his steady steps. "I don't need better grades."

You stop in your tracks and he's almost disappointed by your lack of stubbornness until you say-

"You are that hard of a loser?"

Failing student! Sukuna is immediately turning around to see your smug expression. Flabbergasted at your words, because there was no way the biggest nerd of the school just called him a loser?

"What the fuck did you just say?"

And he doesn't know why but that devious grin that forms on your face is starting to fire something inside of him up.

"You're a loser." you sarcastically sighed. "I mean failing in high school? I don't even know how you achieve something like that."

You giggled. "I mean, you probably couldn't better your grades till the end of the year, even with my help. Let alone ever be better than me."

Failing student! Sukuna doesn't even realize how you had him wrapped around your finger as he glared at your smug grin.

"Of course I could. And you know what?" he took big steps towards you, now towering above you. "I could do it even until next month, sweetheart."

And then you smirk. "If you think so. But to prove it to me..." you let out a dramatic sigh. "I guess you would have to come to my lessons."

"Oh, I will come to your fucking lessons." he didn't know why he was so worked up, but he couldn't help it as he glared at you.

"Perfect. See you tomorrow in the library after class." And with that you just turn around and leave him standing there. Shouting a quick "Don't you dare be late, you loser!" back to him.

Failing student! Sukuna doesn't know what's gotten into him as he watches you leave, but he can't help but start smirking too, because who would've thouth the stuck up president of the student council had such a foul mouth?

It was hot.

[siggiedraws]

What’s your thoughts on idw silver, I personally think he is ok but I feel like the idw comic didn’t really do very well with his character.

I can't say I like him... at all.

American Sonic media already has a history of needless and quite frankly terrible changes, whether made out of ignorance, xenophobia towards Sonic Team/SoJ, some vague, made-up sense of marketability, or all three. So, I'm already wary of media like that. They always change fundamental aspects of Sonic's appeal and are supremely unenjoyable to me as a result.

To stay on track here - why do I dislike IDW Silver? The main reason is that I think he's portrayed as way too polite and nice to people. He has no backbone. It's as if he was just based off of popular fanon or Archie comics, rather than the source material. I don't blame anyone for thinking Silver is some timid, polite sweetheart if fanon and IDW/Archie is all they have consumed, but I'm doing my best to dispel that notion for the sake of conquering misinformation. As a casual fan, it is understandable to have misconceptions, but I'm going to be much more harsh to official media.

I need to hammer home the fact that Silver is rude and often talks down to people. Sonic '06, Silver's debut game, showcases this very well. In an '06 cutscene, he talks down to Sonic after attacking him when his guard was down. The casual stride over to a wheezing, incapacitated Sonic kills me. The disrespect is fucking crazy.

In the level Flame Core, he acts haughty and superior about his abilities, even letting out a light chuckle at how pathetic the enemies are. And, a detail that is easy to miss, he doesn't even apologize for trying to kill Sonic.

That's not even mentioning the Rivals games being a wonderful source of Rude Silver™, where there are too many snide remarks to count.

IDW Silver is a telltale case of Silver's nuance being stripped so that he only represents one trait of his- that trait being "naivety." Silver's naivety is mentioned twice by Blaze in Sonic '06 because this is relevant to the story. Naivety is Silver's fatal flaw that leads to him being easily manipulated by Mephiles. However, his naivety isn't due to some innocent, childlike outlook on the world. Silver takes everyone at face value and always assumes people are telling the truth to him due to a lack of social skills. This is why, when Silver mentions something outlandish or unbelievable to people, he is confused why they don't believe him. This is shown in both Rivals 2 and the Sonic x Silver wallpaper cover story.

IDW seems to completely miss this nuance and conflates "naivety" with childlikeness and innocence. When you realize this, decisions put towards Silver's characterization in IDW makes a lot of sense - his hyperactive excitement and adulation over Whisper is a good example, but how he doesn't talk back to Sonic calling him "flatware" in Issue 8 particularly bothers me.

Realistically, Sonic would immediately get thrown into a wall if he said this to Silver.

Portrayals like IDW Silver are just so utterly confusing. How in the world does Silver get misconstrued this way, into something entirely opposite of what he is, in both fanon and official media? To be completely honest, it makes me frustrated. I want things to change and I feel like I have to speak up. I ended up writing an essay about Why Silver is Rude. I'm sorry anon.

[mangostarjam]

kiss me at midnight — haikyuu, miya atsumu x f!reader, established relationship, reader is called "babe" and "baby", fluff, suggestive, 1.2k words

Your hand is in his face before you realize it.

"Mmrph!"

It's so fucking dark.

"'Tsumu?" you whisper, squinting at the shadowy lump next to you. Your boyfriend's familiar fingers wrap around your wrist. "What is it? What's happening?"

Miya Atsumu finally frees his face from your hand. You wince at the wet saliva rapidly drying on your fingers. "Babe," he huffs, "didja hafta shove me?"

"You're the one who did something weird," you shoot back quietly, though your half-asleep brain can't quite remember what that thing was. "Did you… lick my hand?"

"Do ya want me to?" Atsumu asks curiously, his large hand sliding up to your fingers. He drops your hand immediately, and even in the dim moonlight filtering into the bedroom you can see him make a face. "Eugh, why's your hand wet?"

Oh, god. Fondness blooms in your chest even as you blink yourself more awake.

You laugh. You can't help it. "You licked it! Why are you acting all surprised?"

"Oh," Atsumu props himself up on an elbow and flicks on his bedside lamp. You squint at the sudden light, shivering against the cool rush of air beneath the blankets as he shifts. "That's 'cause ya put your hand on my face! Jeez, babe, I know ya like touchin' me, but watch the goods."

"I hate you," you laugh. Atsumu grins down fondly at you, backlit by his lamp. Golden strands drift up in a messy tangle, his bed head somehow terrible even though you've only been asleep for — "'Tsumu, why are we awake right now? It's not even midnight!"

His grin grows sheepish. "It's New Year's Eve."

"So? We should be asleep!"

Your boyfriend's half lidded gaze sweeps over your form — you're wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts, nothing fancy, so there's no reason for him to be looking at you like that. He licks his lips. "Don't you wanna… ring in the new year?"

"No," you say, rolling your eyes. "What, are you planning on jacking off for the next —" you squint at the clock, "— forty minutes? I think your dick might get hand burn or something."

"Well, I was hopin' it'd be in somewhere wetter than my hand," Atsumu mumbles, flopping back into his pillow with a thump. He pulls the blankets back up over your shoulders and grins when you relent and snuggle close.

He's so warm and solid and he smells like your citrus body wash, which he swears he never touches except your bottle always ends up emptying way too fast. You slip your hand up beneath his shirt and smooth along the muscles of his back, smiling to yourself as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

"I thought you didn't care about new years," you mumble into his neck. "You were whining about your beauty sleep during dinner."

"I wasn't whining," Atsumu splutters. You snicker into his skin and then you kiss him, a featherlight brush against the pulse fluttering in his neck. His grip tightens on your hip. "I was bein' considerate! You had a long day at work, right? I thought ya might wanna have a quiet night. I was givin' you an out."

"What part of waking me up before midnight counts as 'considerate'?" you ask curiously.

"Well, if I made ya cum a few times, you'd be more relaxed and we can both rest easy," Atsumu says.

"And you didn't think of this before we fell asleep earlier?"

Atsumu sneaks his hand down and pinches your butt, grinning into your hair when you yelp and swat at him reflexively. "Sorry, nope," he says. You can feel him half hard against your thigh. "But I can make it up to you."

"I'm sure you could," you breathe, leaning up to kiss the smile off his face. "Is this why you offered to let us get 'beauty sleep' instead of meeting our friends at the shrine tonight?"

"Swear I wanted to let you rest," Atsumu murmurs between kisses. He licks into your mouth with a hum, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he groans. "My girlfriend's just way too hot. Have you seen her smile? Makes me get butterflies."

"Flirt," you pull back with a grin. He brushes your hair away from your face as you yawn, jaw cracking with the force of it. "Sorry. That wasn't very sexy of me."

Atsumu laughs and kisses the tip of your nose. "You'll always be sexy to me. Want me to turn off the light?"

"Don't you like being able to see me when we fuck?"

Your boyfriend gasps. "Language!"

"Shut up," you laugh. "You're the one with the filthy mouth."

Atsumu just grins, lopsided and soft. He presses a kiss to your forehead. "You really are tired, aren'tcha? Let's go back to sleep. Sorry I woke ya up."

You open your mouth to protest — you can feel him hard against your thigh, and your insides are warm enough to generate some sparks if he just keeps kissing you — but a yawn interrupts you before you can get any words out. Atsumu snorts and reaches behind him to slap the lamp off.

"Sorry, 'Tsumu," you mumble. He tugs you into him, rolling onto his back so that you can rest your head on his chest, tucked into his side. "I can wake you up with a blowjob or something."

"Don't worry 'bout it, baby," Atsumu says quietly. His arm is heavy around your waist, and you feel his other hand shuffling beneath the blankets before he finds one of yours and clasps it above his heart. "I just wanna wake up next to you."

"Is that your only new year's resolution?" you ask sleepily. His heart beats a rhythm you feel in your bones, deep and sure. An anchor to keep you from drifting away.

Atsumu hums. "I wanna win Setter of the Year," he says. "And I wanna get Omi-Omi to give me a high five during a match."

"You should be more realistic. Kiyoomi-kun might spike a ball to the back of your head if you're not careful," you say. "You're definitely getting Setter of the Year, though. You're amazing."

Atsumu chuckles and squeezes your hand. "What about you, babe? Any resolutions?"

"I guess I want to drink more water," you muse, "or else Suna will keep sending me hydration memes."

"I can help ya with that," Atsumu says. Your voices are both low, creeping towards sleep. "Anything else?"

"Mm… not that I can think of. Do you have more?"

It's quiet for a bit. You think maybe he's fallen asleep, with the way his breathing is so even, but he squeezes your hand and his heartbeat thunks in his chest.

"I wanna keep wakin' up next to you," Atsumu says. "For the rest of our lives."

You stop breathing.

"I didn't get you a ring yet," he mumbles. "'Samu said I'd pick something stupid."

"Atsumu…"

He squeezes your hand again. "Think I'll make that one come true, too?"

You shift and he's loose, lets you move to prop yourself above him, keeps his hand carefully at your side in case you need help balancing. "Atsumu," you whisper.

"Is it time to kiss for midnight?"

His eyes are glimmering in the moonlight, deep warm pools you could sink into forever.

"Yeah," you say, barely glancing at the clock. "Yeah, I think you've got that one in the bag."

[coolchasteboy]

Before Mina started feminizing me I would always get these strange feelings when I saw her get dressed for work each morning. I just stared at her I was of course attracted to her, but that is not the reason whyI was staring. I had this desire to wear a bra and panty set. And to wear panty hose. I never told her. The desire was so strong. I really wanted to get dressed each day wearing panties, hose, and put on make up. Sometimes I would get so horny from imagining myself in panties and hose I would come up to her. I would press my hard cock against her. She always liked it, but would always say, I can't fuck now, I don't want to get cum on my clothes. She wouldn't give me a blow a job either as she didn't want to mess up her make up.

One morning I was so horny and I was leaking. I so desperately wanted to be wearing her thong panties. I hated my boxers. I got naked and came up behind her. She said no. "But Mina, I am really horny. I need to cum in you." She finally gave in. "Josh, make sure you come inside me. I don't want your cum on my panties or hose. It will get on my dress." So she pulled down her hose and thong to her knees and I mounted her. I mounted her like a dog in heat. I started fucking her pussy like I had never fucked it before. "That's it Josh, give me your sperm. Mark your territory. Make a baby in me." With that I just blew load after load after load. "Be careful when removing your cock from my pussy" she said. "Don't get cum mess on my hose." I was careful. She quickly pulled up her panties up so cum wouldn't leak down her leg. The she pulled up her hose. I was no longer horny but my desire to wear a bra, panties, hose, and make-up was still very strong. She finished her make up, put on her black work dress, put on heels, got her purse and went to work.

We repeated this most mornings. "Josh, you realize that every time you fuck me like this your cum drips out of my pussy all day and stains my panties." That just made me hornier. "Look Josh, you don't understand. It is a real mess down there. Whenever I go to the bathroom I have get your cum out of my panties. So either we fuck before I shower so I can clean your cum out of my pussy or we wait until we get home." I said no. She was pissed, but I didn't care. I fucked her like this every morning. She had to sit in my cum all day. She didn't like it.

A few years later after I was fully feminized and didn't own any more boy clothes, I was getting dressed for work, just like a woman, just like I had always longed to do. Mina and I were still living together but she had a new boyfriend. I was in the bathroom putting on my make-up and this stud of a boyfriend came in, completely naked with a hard 10 inch cock. "Jennifer, I want you to suck me off before you go to work." OMG, I couldn't believe it. I so wanted his cock. But just like Mina, I had to now worry about my make up. "Marquis, I can't I don't want to have to do redo my make up." With that he came up behind me and pulled down my pantyhose and thong. "Then you will just have to take it in your pussy, want you. No make-up there." I was like "I can't, it will leak out." It was just like Mina telling me no because she didn't like cum leaking out during the day. Marquis, just did what I used to do with Mina. He started fucking me. He didn't care about my having to sit in cum. He just needed to unload. OMG, did it hurt. I had never had a large cock like that in my pussy. He just kept pounding. Then he shot load after load after load after load. He pulled out. I pulled my thong up as quickly as I could to absorb his cum. I then pulled my hose up, finished my make up, and finished dressing.

At work that day his cum leaked out of my pussy all day. The thong was so soaked that I finally just took it off. (I actually had to cut it off so I wouldn't have to take my hose off.). The rest of the day his cum leaked out of me. When I got home Mina asked "what happened to your dress." I didn't know what she was talking about. "Your dress, why is it wet in the back." I was stunned, his cum soaked through my dress and left a white wet patch. "I am so embarrassed" I said. "Marquis fucked me before work and his cum leaked out of me all day. I was wearing a thong so I couldn't put in a panty liner. Finally, I just took my thong off it was so soaked."

"So Jennifer, now you know how it feels" she said. "What do you mean" I responded. "You know, taking a man's cum - when he forced you - and having to sit in his cum all day. You used to do that to me." I was stunned. "I am so sorry, but I was so horny." "Yes, and Marquis was horny this morning too. So I told him to go breed you. My days of sitting in cum are over with. But yours are just beginning. But you really should wear bikini panties so you can wear a panty liner. I know you don't like the visible panty lines, but you can't keep ruining your dresses and thongs with his cum."

I just stood there, looking stunned. "Don't worry Jennifer, you will get used to it. It is a girl thing. We all have to get used to being a breeding toy for our men. It is just what we do" she said. "You are right Mina. Thank you for showing me the ropes. Thank you for making me into a real woman."

[irisintheafterglow]

"don't wanna watch the fireworks?"

"not the biggest fan of loud noises," you mumble from the darkest possible corner of the enormous house. the nearest clock reads 11:55.

"yeah, me neither," touya replies. "mind if i sit?" you shrug and make room for him on the black leather couch. something sharp digs into his back and he curses under his breath, pulling a gold party popper from between the cushions and tossing it aside. "such a waste."

"at least the glitter makes everything shimmer." the sarcasm in your voice isn't lost on him.

"including your asshole if you happen to sit in it," he deadpans. you make a noise between a chuckle and a snort, and his mouth turns up in a smirk. you'd never been this close to touya, despite seeing him often because of your work with his agency, and find yourself mesmerized by the mottled purple tissue of his face.

"you know, i thought i'd be happier." you decide to examine the glitter under your fingernails to stop yourself from staring at his scars, but are met with intense blue eyes when you look up in the silence. "this time, the new year. i thought it'd be better."

"what'd you imagine?" 11:56.

"i don't know," you admit sheepishly. "just not..." you gesture vaguely to the empty living room, all of the guests having filed out to celebrate the time striking midnight. "this. i wanted to be alone but then i realized just how sad it is being alone on new year's." you were rambling--probably a flute too many of champagne--but you imagined touya had tuned you out.

he didn't.

"at least you made it." there's a sort of pride in the molten burning of his eyes, but you can't tell if it's for him or for you. "you got through the year. it's a big ol' fuck you! to anyone who thought you couldn't do it, even if you're alone."

"but i'm not alone, am i? i've got you here with me." 11:57. the crowd in the backyard's murmurs turn to cheers of excitement. their new beginnings were just around the corner.

"sure, though i don't imagine you want me to kiss you at midnight," he drawls. "i wouldn't blame you, with all the--"

"i do." your answer shocks you both and you're not sure whether you even thought about the words you were uttering. "i think your scars make you more handsome." he's equally as surprised by your praise but hides it quickly.

"that makes one of us, sweetheart," he says coolly, but you can tell his ears had turned the slightest bit pinker under the shining white locks of his hair. "hope you don't think i came over here just to get a midnight kiss."

"i don't, but i also don't know why you came over here in the first place," you admit. 11:58. the rave-worthy strobe lights in the yard dim in anticipation.

"would you let me explain over breakfast?" there's only the slightest nervous waver in his voice. outside, the crowd begins counting.

"you didn't strike me as a morning person. i was thinking black coffee and three raw eggs in a blender for you." he huffs a laugh through his nose, his eyes sparkling at your antics. you didn't notice how close you'd unconsciously brought your bodies together.

"i'm not, don't get me wrong," he amends and you smile. "i'm talking about ditching once it's midnight and grabbing soba. hopefully with you accompanying me?" you hum in fake thought.

"depends on how well you kiss me."

"i do love a challenge." you're close enough to count the flecks of cerulean in his irises. he radiates heat, drawing you in like a fireplace in a winter storm. it's the warmest you'd felt during the entire party.

11:59.

when the clock strikes midnight and touya carefully presses his lips to yours, cradling your head with unexpected gentleness, he tastes like your own new beginning. it starts with a hand slipping into touya's large palm, continues with a few rounds of soba noodles and numerous belly laughs, and ends with one more kiss just outside your apartment as the sky starts to glow a new orange.

it's more beautiful than any fireworks.

[enhaeil]

BEAT IT ! ☆ 이희승

"he ain't even fly though, you ain't gotta lie though. that's why you're calling my phone... and you're wanting me to get, get, get it! beat, beat, beat it, beat, beat, beat it-"

beat it - sean kingston, chris brown, wiz khalifa

c/w: suggestive no smut tho. cheating lowk. but yo bf trash!

☆

it's 1:55 am when you finally hear a knock on your door. you make your way to the door in lazy strides, opening it and being met with those familiar eyes you hate and love.

"couldn't resist me for too long, hm?" he says before he realizes you'd been crying. "y/n?.."

heeseung started off as your enemy. eventually, you learned his real character, and despite him still being a fuck boy, you guys got close. a little too close. a little too close while you were in a relationship.

"where is that asshole?" he says, stepping into your apartment, yanking his jacket off as if he were ready to fight. "he's gone, heeseung. no need." he rolls his eyes and runs his hands through his hair. god, he hated your boyfriend's guts. the thought of him made him angry.

"what did he do this time, y/n? i promise if he comes walking back in here, i'm gonna—" you put your hand on his chest, stopping him. "hee, it's fine. he just had a bad day, that's all."

heeseung looks at you like you've lost it. he grabs your face with one hand, making you look directly into his eyes. "y/n, how many late night calls do you need to make for you to realize?"

"he does not treat you right. he does not love you right. he definitely doesn't fuck you right. why are you staying? and don't give me any bullshit answers."

you sigh, looking at the floor. you know he's right. if he was wrong, he wouldn't even be here.

"answer me..." he says, looking you in your eyes.

every blue moon, you swear, you see a glint of sincerity in his cold eyes. but you always dust it off.

"heeseung...can we just... drop it? It's over." heeseung narrows his eyes at you before he respects your wishes. "fine." he throws his hands up. "so what is it that you need, y/n? sex?"

"yes. please." you look at him with sleepy, watery eyes.

this was typical for you and him. your boyfriend treats you like trash and leaves, heeseung comes to your rescue and ends up naked in your bed. but something about this night was different.

"y/n. i can't do that this time. you need to take a monent to think. to focus on yourself." he says, breaking eye contact with you.

"exactly, i need a distraction. i don't want to think. please. you don't even have to do the work." heeseung sighs, kicking his shoes off.

heeseung gave into your pleads, but it wasn't your usual session. he ate it like he was starved. he fucked you like he loved you. like he was trying to convey a message. however you shake that thought, deeming it impossible, as you doze off.

heeseung stays awake, thinking about how oblivious you are. as sleep takes over his body, he mentally makes a list of ways to convince you to leave that loser and choose him instead.

a/n: originally wrote this for another member so this is bad

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Dallas' head snaps back, and he stumbles with the force of an unexpected hand on his shoulder. For the briefest moment, he goes entirely limp, lets his fist hang in the air and doesn't try to scramble back to the boy on the steady retreat in front of him.

Darry's got him. And if he'd thought it through for even a second longer that would have scared the shit out of him. But then the fingers are tearin' into his jacket and forcin' him backward and he finally whips his head around and realizes the reality: two very pissed cops have got him.

And he immediately starts fightin' again. He writhes in their grip and the kid he'd been whalin' on is suddenly skitterin' back with renewed fear. Dallas bares his teeth once and figures he's made his point.

The next ten minutes are a blur.

His heart is poundin' in his ears and he can feel his pulse as it rattles under the cuffs the cops slapped on him the second they could get his wrists within a foot of each other and his head is achin' and he realizes for the first time he tastes blood but he can't focus on anythin' because all he can think is Fuck, Darry is never gonna forgive me for this.

He says it all the time. When he rolls in an hour late and thinks Darry's gonna kick my ass. Or when he lets Pony have just a little too much of his beer and the kid's gigglin' fit to wake the dead when Dallas 'n him sneak back in. Or when he hauls off and picks stupid fuckin' fights for no reason.

But this time he means it.

He groans and drops his head to his hands in the little holdin' cell they have him waitin' in until they process him. Last night's argument flashes vaguely in stills through his mind. He wasn't comfortable with people... carin'. He just didn't know what to do with it.

You can't tell me what to do, Darrel. Dallas flew up from the kitchen table and paced wildly away from Darry. Pony watched him with wary eyes. Soda bit his lip and looked at Dallas like he was tryin' to tell him a hundred things Dally didn't know how to understand.

Yes, I can. I won't have you actin' a fool and gettin' yourself hurt. Darry frowned and he's got these lines in his forehead Two jokes he never had before Dallas moved in. Dallas can't stand to see them.

You're not my brother. And you're not my dad. I ain't never had no one tellin' me what to do in my whole life and I'm not about to let you start. He'd slammed the screen door and gone straight to Tim's, started a fight, wound up at Buck's 'n drank til he vomited, woke up this mornin', and started another.

Darry was goin' to throw him to the fuckin' curb and never talk to him again. And Dallas deserved it. He wasn't one of the Curtis boys. No matter how hard he wanted to be.

"Name?" A cop had reappeared in his cell and he kicked himself for missin' it.

"Curtis." Dallas opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. "Fuck. No, sorry." Since when the fuck did he apologize to cops! "It's Winston. Dallas Winston."

The man just stared at him, Curtis already written across the top of the paper in big, bold letters. "Are you sober, kid?"

"Yes, I'm fuckin' sober! My name's not Curtis. How the fuck do you not know me?" To his horror, he feels hot tears in the back of his throat. He's just some no-good juvenile delinquent every bastard officer in this town knows by name except this one apparently because all he is is trouble. And Darry hated him.

"Sure, kid." The man shuffles his papers together. "Officer Matthews has already called your- big brother is it? He's on his way."

"He's not my brother!" And now he's actually cryin' which is bullshit! Who cares! Who cares that Darry is gonna look at him just like his father did. Like he was a burden he'd do anythin' to get rid of. Like the worst thing Dallas ever did was simply show up in his life one day. Dallas is used to this. He's not someone who stays. He was meant to be left. He's a violent dog. He only knows how to bite.

"Dallas?" Darry's voice makes him jump. He doesn't pull his hands away from where they're pressed so hard into his eyes that he sees stars. He can't bear to look up and see what he already knows he will—not hatred, but cold, cold indifference.

"Out." Darry isn't talkin' to him, Dallas can tell he's turned around by the way his voice bounces back to him off the cement walls. He flinches anyway. "Please." He adds like an afterthought and Dallas hears the door open and close.

"I'm goin' to touch you, ok?" Dallas doesn't say anythin', just makes a low noise in the back of his throat. He feels Darry gently tip his head back, eyes still squeezed shut. He feels him softly check the area on his jaw he knows will bruise tomorrow and run experimental fingers along his ribs for breaks. Dally hisses once and Darry immediately pulls back.

"Oh, Dallas." And suddenly Dallas is fuckin' cryin' again. Darry sounds so tired and worn down and old. Did Dallas do that? Did Dallas make him like that? And the sob that catches in his throat makes him choke.

But then he's pressed against Darry's chest and his hands are strong on Dalla's back and in his hair and Dallas doesn't even fight it. Just lets himself be held and doesn't even mind he feels as small as Ponyboy.

"Come on, Dallas Curtis. Let's go home."

[alchemistc]

43. undone if it speaks to you <3

Getting back to these because I have a lot of fleeting half ideas I need to get rid of to focus on the Cap Buck series. This once again got longer than I meant it to so happy new year.

It takes Eddie about half an hour to realize Buck and Tommy are actually having a drawn out argument, right here in public, instead of just bickering the way he's so used to.

It's...strange.

The thing is he's always seen Tommy with a lid on it - he projects a certain image in a public, and a slightly less restrained image in private, and Eddie is absolutely certain the Tommy he knew six months ago would have rather eaten a live scorpion than air his shit out in such a public setting.

He supposes six months into their second at bat and Tommy's a little less concerned about laying a bunt.

It's subtle, is the thing. Eddie has had screaming matches with Buck in very public places before, he knows the usual script. Emotional land mine after emotional land mine exposed to whoever's in hearing distance, no holds barred, knock down, drag out shit. It's probably why it takes him so long to notice, because this is some fucking terrible amalgamation of Buck and Tommy at their worst and he is not a fan.

Hen goes to get another round with a raised brow in Eddie's direction that means she's definitely noticed too and will be taking her damn time getting back.

Chim's too busy staring all moony-eyed at a ready-to-pop Maddie absolutely killing her karaoke song to care when Tommy grimaces and rolls his jaw while Buck whispers something Eddie doesn't quite catch.

Eddie takes a drink. Then another.

He's down to the ice in his rocks glass.

"You aren't seriously trying to argue that projected stats have more weight than a full career, are you?" Tommy asks, and Eddie sort of wants to hit them both, because what? What? This whole thing started when a song reminded Buck that Tommy had once implied he didn't have enough gay experience to really love Tommy. Or. That was the gist, according to Buck. Famously not a reliable narrator in high emotion moments, but Tommy's never outright denied it, to Eddie's knowledge.

"I'm just saying, Gretzky's goal record is gone, so how can you say people with a decade of play left in them can't be in the conversation to surpass him? Statistically -."

Tommy's eyes glint. He looks mad.

When he stands from his seat, Buck throws both arms in the air. "Yeah, walk away," he spits, and Tommy, two steps towards the restroom already, spins on his heel with clenched fists.

Eddie has a sudden, clarifying memory of Buck reading off the statistics for couples who make it past the first six months. First year. First two, and five. Statistics for couples who took a break. Statistics for gay men, specifically, when he realized his sample size was skewed too straight.

Jesus Christ, he'd rattled those off to Tommy, too.

"I'm not subjecting Eddie to the shit I have to say to you right now, Evan," Tommy says, jaw clenched, hands digging into his pockets. He rocks back on his heels, tension fucking rolling off of him.

Buck stands too. Makes a sweeping gesture that seems to piss Tommy off more, and then they're both disappearing into the crowd.

Hen sets a new drink down in front of Eddie twenty seconds later.

"Thank you for leaving me to witness that by myself," Eddie manages, with a wry twist to his smile, and Hen grins back.

"Their foreplay sure has kicked it up a notch," she says, and Maddie crinkles her nose as she drops back into the booth beside Chim.

"If Jee hadn't been there they'd have screwed in my bathroom last week, I just know it."

Eddie shakes his head between them. "They - you guys know they were fighting, right?"

Maddie raises a brow at him like he's cute. Like a cute confused little puppy. Oh he hates that.

"Tommy deciding one of them dying was the only way they'd be free of each other has opened up a whole new world of ways for Buck to get his rocks off," Hen intones, like it's obvious. "This is just their flirty bickering turned up to eleven."

Eddie takes about twelve minutes to digest that - just long enough for Hen and Chim to get a duet in, long enough for him to drain another drink, long enough for Maddie to decide the baby's officially tapped out for the night, long enough for Chim to grab their jackets and toss a few bills on the table before he's herding his wife out the door.

Tommy rounds the corner and settles back into his seat looking decidedly more relaxed. There's at least one less button hooked on the flannel he's been wearing all night. It takes Eddie a second to register that his face is a little dewy, like he'd recently splashed water on it.

Hen makes a face a second before Eddie gets it.

"Oh come on, man."

Tommy's lips twist into a grin, and he yelps when Hen kicks out at him under the table. "Low hanging fruit, Kinard."

"I mean, one of us did," Tommy manages with a shrug, and only winces at the second kick.

Buck slides in next to him with a fresh beer for each of them and slaps a hand high on Tommy's thigh. Possessive. Still clearly a little riled.

"Yep, I'm out," Hen murmurs, and Eddie scrambles after her.

[lara4eclipze]

» toxic 'till the end

sypnosis » back then when i was running out of your place i said i never wanna see your face — i meant i couldn't wait to see it again , we we're toxic till the end

warnings » angst , messy break up , swearing , toxic!reader , toxic!lara , manipulation, possessive behavior , jealousy , getting back tgt (reader is dumb or wtv)

talks » little break from santa baby , also for those who requested im so sorry im taking longg 😔

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh @lmaoursickbro

you couldn't imagine your life withouth lara — she was that one piece missing from your life she completed you

yet as much as you wanted to pretend that everything was okay , you couldn't — you couldn't hide how much she hurt you how much she didn't care , how she wasted your prettiest years

lara treated you like a trophy wife — her hands were on your waist as she talked to her friends — talking about how much you have succeeded because of her

it made you realize how much she mistreated you — yet even with all the hurt you've experienced with her , you still loved her you loved lara

"i never wanna see your face again!" you scream at lara running out of her apartment, with your bags packed

that was far from the truth, you couldn't wait to see her again — to see her smile that you always fell for , the voice that manipulated you to dropping your friends

days passed, not even weeks, and you were back in her arms — all it took was a call of her crying and begging you to stay

"y/n please, come back, i can't live without you" lara mutters

"please don't do this" you beg , beg for your freedom , for your happiness

now you lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as you drown in your thoughts — we're you ever gonna experience getting engaged or married? is it with lara? — will you even live till then

"i love you" lara mumbles into your ears as she hugs you, her hands draped over your waist — "i love you too" you replied

whenever you opened your phone , new people would've been blocked by lara — your friends , workmates, or even family , or anyone she deemed a "distraction"

you loved how she made you feel , yet you didnt love how lara made other feel , it seemed like you were getting suffocated by the one you claim to love you the most

lara knew what she was doing , lara knew how you always will come crawling back to her — she's the only one that will take you in after everything

"you fucking bitch" lara rages as she pulls your hair making you whimper in pain

"talking to other sluts behind my back?" lara accuses her fist balled up in your hair

"its just sophia , please lara understand!" you plead, its funny how your the one apologizing and pleading when lara is the one hurting you and wrongly accusing you

"i thought i made you block her! — are you not listening use your fucking head for once" lara harshly bit

"i'm sorry lara , i love you please ill block her again" you beg , crawling into her arms as you sob into her shirt

"shh i love you too, next time listen to me okay? — i only want what best for you" lara whispers holding your face in her hands, wiping away your tears

[r0-boat]

Yandere!Lighter Hcs RAA

This is pure rambling word vomit I just need him.

*drops all of my ZZZ Yandere headcannons* Oh no please I beg you don't read them 👀👀👀

Wise and Belle are next

Cw: Not healthy relationship, NSFW, non-con, kidnapping, implied that he is going to harm you, He is not okay, do not read if you are not okay.

Lighter is sickly sweet to you like candy, He's close to the sons of Caledon but they would never understand how he feels for you. Everyone else outside the people he respects he doesn't care. Without you he saw the world in black and white. It might sound cheesy but you are his everything. And like hell he was going to lose his everything without a fight.

It doesn't matter if you love him or not, would be easier if you just accepted his love and stayed with him.... Not going to lie it hurts, It fucking hurts The fact the one person he fell in love with his first love does not feel the same. He never felt like this before nor he'll ever in his future.

Lighter we'll never just straight up admit his feelings for you He's too scared that you'll reject him. And he is downright terrified that you'll find out about his obsession for you that feels too damn good to stop.

You will never know that with his connections he has hired a few people to take a few pictures of you. Pictures that He uses the touch himself to every night.

You will never know how pathetic you make him feel when he can't have You in his field of vision for a single second.

Threatening anyone who is close to you, using intimidation alone at the others around you to make sure he's the only one you need. To you your friends and family we'll just think Lighter is a bad influence and a bad boyfriend, You none the wiser we'll think they're not looking past his looks. Because how could he be so deplorable and possessive when he's just so sweet?

Lighter when snaps he tries to calm has already spiraling mind, His shaky hands trying to fish in his pocket for a jawbreaker for him to suck on as his anxiety starts to spike and he makes a spontaneous decision to kidnapped you, He was never one for big plans or manipulation or anything. But he has you now and... He doesn't really want to let go of you. He knows full well that you don't like him It still hurts every time he's reminded of that. But he's so so sure that he could make you fall in love with him. All you have to do is... Stop being bad.

Lighter acts like the delusional yandere, Even though he's fully aware of how you feel about him. I think he just chooses to ignore it.

Believe him he doesn't want to punish you, He doesn't want to chain you down, or tie you up, or lock you away. And he certainly doesn't want to hurt you. He wants to protect you. Protect you from everything that can hurt you outside. But he will if he has to, It's the only way to make you see reason. you'll learn your lesson... One day.

Lighter is still sweet to you, maybe even sweeter now that he knows he gets to come home to the love of his life, You come home with flowers, candy, anything you like. And as soon as he sees you his tired face will lighten into a smile as he drops on his knees to your level to kiss your face and gently touch you.

He can't keep his hands off you "Hey baby~ how was your day today?"He would mumble against your neck pepper and kisses on your collarbone, He knows full well how your day has been and What you have been doing. But he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear that voice he's been aching to hear all day. He really needs it.

He wants you on his cock so bad, when he has you in his lap stroking your thigh with his hand, you could feel something poke into your butt. But he can't take you; He wants to make love to you, And he can't do that when you don't realize how much He loves you.

He's not sure how long he'll last since the more you push him away the more he just wants to say "fuck it, You want a villain? you'll get one." to train your cock drunk self to take him everyday. But he wants you to love him; He doesn't want you to lust for him. He wants to come home and cook dinner with you, have a casual conversation, and cuddle by the fireplace before he makes love to you right there as the dancing fire casts your shadows on the walls.

He wants you to feel loved in his arms, He wants to be all mushy gushy and romantic with you. He wants all these things that he's afraid that he'll never have in his life. And he rather just force it on the one person he fell in love with.

[bloggerspam]

"I'm telling you, Manson. He's definitely Superman."

"I just don't see it, Weston." Sam sighs as dramatically as she can, "This is Phantom all over again."

"Don't act like I was wrong then," Wes sneers, getting all up in her face. "And I am not wrong now!"

"Yeah, yeah." Sam rolls her eyes, perking up when someone enters the bullpen. "Oh, hi Mrs. Lane."

"Hello, Sam, Wes." Lois smiles in greeting as she makes her way across the room, "What's the scoop?"

Wes huffs, not answering but dutifully returning her greeting with a tight smile. Sensing an opportunity, Sam grins, shark-like.

"Oh, nothing, it's just…" Sam leans in, whispering conspiratorially, "Wes here's a bit of a conspiracy theorist, y'know?"

"Oh really now…" Lois obligingly whispers back, both women chuckling as Wes sputters in denial. "What's the theory today?"

"He thinks Mr. Kent is secretly Superman!" Sam watches gleefully as Lois doesn't so much as twitch, even as a crash can be heard in the next room over.

Sam knows Clark gets his coffee after his wife, gentleman that he is he always makes hers first and usually follows maybe a minute later with his own cup. She's delighted that today is a day Superman wasn't needed.

"Is that so?" Lois has a gleam to her eye like she knows Sam is up to something, but isn't sure what. "I wonder where he got that idea?"

"Honestly?" Sam shrugs, innocent as possible, "Could be anything with this guy!"

"That is not true!" Wes hisses, darting panicked glances towards the doorway to the breakroom. "You can't honestly believe that glasses and an ill-fitted suit do anything to hide that they're the same person. Jimmy dyed his hair three times last month when he went undercover, make up and everything, and it still was noticeably him!"

He's right, of course. It was extremely obvious the moment Sam saw him that Superman and Clark Kent were one and the same. It was honestly a surprise that only Wes caught on to Danny's 'secret identity' back in high school, and it's a big surprise that Superman is working under the same conditions.

Sam would suspect magic involved, but Superman is weak to magic, and Danny's almost immune.

Truly, another mystery for the world.

"I dunno, Wes…" Sam sighs once more, pressing a palm to her own cheek in thoughtful distress. "I just don't think Mr. Kent's tall enough!"

Lois looks like she's half a second away from busting up into laughter, bouncing her eyes between Sam and Wes like a tennis match.

Wes is splotchy red now, and honestly, she's pretty sure he knows she's fucking with him by now. Just as he's about to say something about it though, Clark Kent himself walks into the room.

Wes freezes like prey caught by a predator. Bully for him, he shouldn't have accosted her about it at work.

He shouldn't have accosted her period, but really, not even 30 feet away from Superman? An alien who can literally hear things from all over the god damn world?

Wes should know better.

"Good morning Mr. Kent!" Sam cheerily greets, "Having a super morning?"

Lois can't take it anymore and laughs hard enough to almost spill her coffee. Wes groans into his hands, finally realizing why Sam is acting this way.

"Morning Sam, Wes." Clark's wobbily smile matching the uneasy wobble of his voice, doing a dorky little wave. "I guess you could say I'm having a blast?"

Sam cackles. "And the coffee this morning?"

Clark huffs, looking helpless. "Out of this world."

Mechanic! Val AU Extras!

I decided to create a whole new post for the extras, apart from the main story. Sorry If the reblog confused anyone!

But hey, i finally got the inspiration to write this scene out!

It's really bad and rushed because I JUST finished it, but its done and i am not changing it. <3

Also on AO3 :)

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Jason has a plan.

He fidgets with the box of chocolates in his hands, waiting for the door to open. Danny had said he understood, in his texts, had reacted positively to Jason asking to see him, to celebrate Danny's move.

But text can only go so far, and the subtext is actively trying to murder Jason via anxiety and guilt.

Jason's not 100% sure, basically, that Danny knows Jason likes him. The misunderstanding was cleared, but the uncertainty has not.

Jason had a plan, a big one. He was going to take Danny, just the two of them, to the Gotham Observatory to celebrate the move. He was going to lead Danny through the exhibits that he had researched thoroughly before hand, and then take him to dinner at this little hole in the wall Italian place, with the perfect mood lighting and atmosphere for a cozy little dish of spaghetti. Maybe joke about Lady and the Tramp, tell Danny he's pretty.

He was going to ask Danny to be his boyfriend, cuddled up together in the ambient candle lights in his best leather jacket and a little moon rock pendant, to the moon and back and all that. It was going to be perfect, it was going to be good.

And then, maybe, in the far off future Jason could…could let Danny in. Let him know he knows about Phantom, despite Steph's doubts. Slowly start teasing Danny about Red Hood and Jason Todd being on his Hall Pass list.

But then Talia had snitched on Timbers, taunted Jason about how his little replacement was so very hard to catch before throwing a knife at his head.

And then the misunderstanding happened, and Val with the Red Hood reveal, and—

And Jason had a plan, but the plan went to shit.

But Jason is a Bat, against all fucking odds, and so he pivoted, adjusted, re-calibrated the entire time he was working on that stupid Mazda.

The new plan is sound. The new plan is a little slapshot, but it works, and Jason has been practicing his heartfelt apology and subsequent love confession for the last two hours.

The door opens, Danny looking worse for wear. He looks sad, downtrodden, and hurt. Eye red-rimmed and skin a pallor that insomniacs love to don, lips chapped and bitten to all hell. His hair is all over the place, and his voice creaks and cracks when it asks who is it? before the door is even fully open, and Jason thinks he'll have to tell Danny not to do that in Gotham, to check before opening the door because it's not safe and—

And Danny is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, eyes widening upon seeing him, looking flustered and embarrassed to be seen in "such a state."

Jason practiced, he reminds himself, for two hours.

The door opens, and Jason opens his mouth before Danny can even greet him.

"I'm Red Hood!" His voice squeaks at a pitch it's never squeaked before, "I'm Red Hood, you're Phantom, and I'm desperately hoping you understand that I'm an idiot and I was being chased by three ninja assassins and had bloody gloves and couldn't text properly."

Danny is speechless, Jason can see this by the way his mouth flaps open and shut but no sound comes out. Jason is about to crawl out of his own fucking skin. He doesn't remember what his speech was before. He pivots.

"I know I should have waited," He continues, and despite all the training he's so panicked he possibly can't even see anymore, "But I don't like making you wait if I can help it because I'm kind of desperately in love with you?"

There's a long silence.

"Was that a question?" A different voice calls out from behind Danny. Tucker, he thinks.

"No!" Fuck, his face is burning. He looks Danny in the eyes, tries to convey confidence. "I am desperately in love with you."

He stands there, just for a moment, before remembering the chocolates and shoving them gentle into Danny's chest, who takes it with a startled blink. "I got you chocolates. To say sorry, and that I like you."

Danny looks down on at the box, a novelty thing. They're fancy, high quality, shaped into the different moons of Jupiter. Jason had them custom made for the Observatory date.

"I—" Danny pauses, still seeming to process things as he stares at the chocolates in his hand, using his other hand to try and pat down his hair. He's beautiful, and Jason hates that he made him feel any type of negative feelings at all.

"It's okay," Danny finally settles on, smiling softly at him. Jason's insides feel like molten lava. "It was just a misunderstanding."

"Yeah," Jason smiles helplessly back, "But it still hurt you."

Before Danny can say anything to that, he's yanked back into the apartment. Jason reaches out, instinctively, before catching himself.

Sam stands in the doorway with her arms crossed and a scowl that could curdle milk.

Jason swallows dry spit.

"You did hurt him." Sam's voice is so low Jason could scoop it off the floor, "And Danny might forgive you, and Val might have let you off easy, but I don't like it when people hurt my friends."

Behind her, Jason can see Danny being dragged away by Tucker, who gives him a two fingered salute and a wink.

Well. Fuck.

Jason's got a long time to grovel before he can see Danny again, he can tell.

Jason takes a deep breath. It'll be worth it.

Because when all is said and done, he's gonna ask Danny to be his boyfriend.

By the way Danny blows him an apologetic kiss, he's fairly confident they'll be fine.

He catches the kiss and puts it in his pocket, ignoring Sam's rolling eyes, and prepares himself.

Jason, after all, has a plan.

[sugarsnapdragon]

Lets take it from the top

Ao3 mirror here

And here's my part for the @rivalsduogiftexchange! Hi @ameiniateria I had your for the exchange! Your prompts were a lot of fun and this is a mix of your first and third prompt. I hope your enjoy and happy holidays!!

With how far away Dream has made his little vault, Technoblade is beginning to suspect that Dream may actually have a house hidden on the SMP somewhere. He's been trecking for a while, trying to find the place where Dream is supposed to meet Tommy and Tubbo. He managed to shake the general coordinates out of Punz, although he's pretty sure the mercenary didn't buy his reasoning.

That's honestly fine though. He doesn't need Punz to trust him, just to stay out of the way. He already made the mistake of trusting Punz with Dream once. He's not going to do it again.

It takes surprisingly long to get to where Dream's little underground lair is. Longer than he would like. He's racing against the clock here. He doesn't have much longer until Tommy and Tubbo get here. It probably would have been quicker through the nether but he's never been the best at the whole coordinate thing. Phil is better at all that stuff. But soon enough he does actually find it.

He lets out a huff at the moutain in front of him. "Really Dream? You couldn't choose an easier place to hide a secret lair?"

show off he's still homeless till we see a house Does he still cunt as homeless if he lives in a mountain lol cunt EEEE

"You're as much help as usual." Techno complains as he ties up the boat he's been using. He's grown to love the voices that haunt him, but he does wish they were a little more helpful sometimes. Still, he tunes them out as he climbs up. Punz had given him fair specific instructions, once Techno scared them out of him. It helps sometimes to have a bloodthirsty reputation. He's got to get up the mountain and then dig into a wall apparently. That doesn't take long to do, in the grand scheme of things.

He doesn't even need to worry about that, as he gets up to where the supposed meeting place is. Dream is already there, waiting. He's furiously messing someone, mask up and eyes locked onto his com. He hasn't noticed Techno yet, and Techno is happy to use the opportunity to look him over. He's used to the way Dream had looked before, in the prison after Quackity and months of starvation and torture. And the last time he saw him….Techno doesn't want to think about that. Dream looks good now. Healthy. Or healthier. He's not close to the admin now but he can imagine the bags under his eyes.

"Dream." He says, loud enough that Dream can hear him. He watches in amusement as the admin jumps, mask falling into place. He jumps down off the small platform he's been sitting on so they're on the same level.

"Technoblade. You're here."

"I am." Technoblade crosses his arms over his chest, an amused smile on his face. "Punz tell you I was coming?"

Techno can't see his face but he can imagine Dream is frowning at him, trying to figure out what Techno's plan is. Techno tries to keep his face neutral until he speaks.

"What are you doing here?" He finally asks, still at the other end of the hall.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Why?" Technoblade can imagine Dream squinting at him, green eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Technoblade licks his lips as he thinks up an answer. He will admit, he kind of moved before he had a complete plan. He had wanted to move first, when he realized what had happened. That somehow XD had held up his end of the bargain and now Techno needed to figure out how to keep Dream from fucking up his entire life. It'll be worth it. Anything to avoid that future.

"I have a business proposition for you." He finally says, walking over to the admin. Dream stands his ground, eyes still locked on him. Good.

"A business proposition?"

"Yep." Techno stops in front of him, hands in his pockets. "You give all this up. In return you get Phil and I to help you figure out what's going on."

"Figure what out?"

"Why death is so weird on this server. Why the server god is so interested in the going ons. Maybe even how to stop what's going on with you." Techno hears Dream's sharp inhale as he speaks.

"How do-"

"I have my ways." Techno leans down so he's more eye level with Dream. "So what do you say? This is a one time deal."

Silence hangs in the air for a long moment. Techno can almost feel the gears whirring in his head as Dream tries to figure out if he can be trusted. But Techno knows Dream doesn't have as much time as he wants. The Revival book is eating away at him, bit by bit.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Dream finally asks. "I've still got a whole favor to use."

"I know. And this would wipe the slate clean. Besides, wouldn't you rather have the Blood God and the Angel of Death on your side over Punz?" Techno can't help but sound a little offended at the idea. He, Dream and Phil make a good team. Much better than Punz who can't offer him anything. "If its being safe then we'll keep you safe."

"What about Tommy?"

"Forget him. Tommy is easy enough to distract. Give him his disks and he'll cave." Techno says with a shrug.

Speaking of which, he can hear the two of them making their way up the side of the mountain now. "Dream, listen. I know you want everything to go back to the way it was. But Pandora's? You're not going to figure it out there locked up. We both know that even if you're gone everyone will keep on fighting."

Dream doesn't say anything at first. He doesn't even say anything as Tommy and Tubbo get up to them. He can hear them being surprised behind him, asking Techno what he's doing there. Techno ignore them, watching instead as Dream turns, heading back up to the jukebox.

"You really think that Techno?" He finally asks, pulling one of Tommy's discs from his inventory. He watches as Dream puts it on, Mellohi playing out across the landscape.

"I know so." Techno says, ignore the two behind him making a scene. He watches Dream take a deep breath. He can imagine Dream closing his eyes as he thinks.

"Alright Tech. I'll take that deal." He says, jumping back down to Techno's level. He holds his hand out. "You promise you can do this?"

"Of course." Techno takes his hand, shaking it. "To the start of a wonderful partnership."

[icarusredwings]

Papi....Stay.

Old Man Logan x 'Papa' reader.

Post Logan movie fic.

Ft. Little Laura, Dad Logan, messy flashbacks, and woods Logan.

For @stucky-just-stucky

Cw: Blood, guns, nightmares, violence, cursing, mutant discrimination, bad spanish, forgive me. 

The Night is young. The moon isn't out. The depth in which the stars cover is barren, leaving the sky bare of any light at all. 

The porch light to your cabin is on. Just a small humble home. Secluded. 

Ever since the mutant hunts, you didn't trust going into town much. Besides, Things were quieter out here. You liked the silence And preferred the natural white noise over any automatics that might try to sway your persuasions. 

The crickets chirp, Owls hoot, mice squeak, the deer make small crunching noises somewhere distant from your land. You actually bought this place because of the dense forest around it. It was nice. To have somewhere so enclosed and hidden. 

The snow drops into a pan left out for the stray dog that's been spotted in the area. At least... that's what you thought. A harsh breeze blowing in your hair. 

A fox screams in the distance. The birds do not sing. No one sings anymore. It is silent. A deafening silence that made you swallow as you peak into your back yard with a grunt. 

Was the bear back? The bastard had taken plenty of your rabbits and honestly you were getting quite fed up with it. You would starve if the greedy asshole kept stealing your catch. 

You grunt, grabbing your gun, loading it. Kicking the back door open, There, the beast was standing, trying to undo the snare once again. Turning, it's eyes were different though, bright and reflective like a moutian lions. 

Gasping, You tumble back, falling onto your ass. 

The gun shot echos through the snow covered mountains. There's a growl. The animal that lurches forward snarls, a sound of knives unsheathing as you curl up, pushing the barrel against the bears strengh. 

He tries to take your gun, and out of panic you're able to cock it again, blowing his fucking brains out. 

Panting, you scramble backwards, wondering what in gods name has gotten into the animals around here when suddenly, you realize.. that's not a bear. 

You scream, it's blood curling and the sob that follows is similar. "Oh- FUCK!" You curse, dropping back to your knees as you pull the fur off his back, trying to use it to stop the bleeding.

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck!!" You yell, crying to yourself. "Shit!! Oh yeah, great! You just had to go and SHOOT a guy didn't you!? God youre such a fucking IDIOT!" You scold yourself. 

But then there's a groan. A heavy grumble of pain, a small double 'tnk... tnk' as you watch the shells fall out of his forehead, bloody and bent. 

"What in the-?" 

But that was a little over 10 years ago. When you dragged that heavy, bleeding man into your cabin. Wrapped up his head and laid him by the fire. Heated him up some soup and reloaded the gun again, terrified of what he was capable of. Terrified of what he might do to you. You've heard the goverment was getting serious about mutants, cracking down, tagging them like animals. 

A loud groan comes from him not even half an hour later, rubbing his head as he sits up, looking at the fire like it's the first time he's been warm in weeks. 

Staring at him with the gun pointed, You try to remain calm. But you reak of nervousness and anxiety. Anger and panic. 

"W-why didn't you die?" You had asked him, jumping forward slightly in attempts to scare him but he only scoffed. "You aren't gonna shoot me.." 

Your teeth grit, furrowing your brow. "Are you sure about that!? I already did once! Bl-blew your brains all over the snow! I'll do it again!" 

"Yeah.. about that.. that hurts. So stop it. You're just wasting your ammo." He grunts, shifting to pull the soup you left near him close, sniffing it, his nose crinkling. 

Swallowing, you can't help but feel intrigued. What was a guy like him doing out by himself? 

"Hey! You never awnsered my question! Why aint you dead!?" 

The man shrugged, sipping the hot broth. "Cursed at birth I guess." 

"Bullshit. Y-you're a mutant hunter! Aren't you? You got some weird tech in ya or something!" You say. Okay, looking back- maybe it was stupid to say seeing as you just saw this man pull knives from his hands. 

But that's when he laughed. A full gut busting laugh. It's genuine. 

It pisses you off. "Don't laugh at me! I saved you!" 

"You SHOT me!" He reiterates. 

"Yeah!... well.. maybe you shouldn't have been tryna steal my rabbits!!" You shout. 

You step backwards as he finishes the soup, standing. He looks around for a moment, then to you. You jerk towards him again but he dosn't flinch. "Wheres the sink?" 

"What?" 

"The sink. I'll just.. wash this off and get out of your hair. And I won't take your rabbits anymore. I Thought...I don't know what I thought actually. People come through these woods, set traps, and never check'em so I thought I could.." He trails off. 

You pause for a second, blinking, thinking about how quickly he scarfed down the entire bowl. 

You can't believe you're about to say this. But he didn't seem like a man that was too lazy to hunt, rather one that.. couldn't.. anymore. From the way he used his claws, you can tell that one day, he was a great hunter. But now his bones cracked and ached too much for that.

You look to the door, hearing the freezing wind howl as he stands here, hoping you wont notice the way hes warming his backside on the fire, gripping the warm bowl with bloodied hands. 

"...Would you like more?" 

The question makes him stare, weighing the opitions in his head. "....You gonna keep pointin' that thing at me if I say yes?" 

And that's how you met your husband. Funny story when you think about it. 

But now here he was. Gone for weeks and all he has to show for it is a kid. 

"Where have you been!? You said you were working! I called the limo company and they said you done went rouge!" You yell at the man who stood in your doorway, almost guilty looking. The same man who stood there, in a different cabin up north 10 years ago. 

Now you were down here in Mexico. Something about his father and how it would be better money for the two of you. He had specifically said it like that. He held you in his arms while you cried at the idea of leaving your home, "It'll be better for us." He promsied. 

"I think you mean better for You." You shove him away, crossing your arms as you watched Logan pile in your entire livelyhood into a small shitty truck. Everything else was left. Everything else was gone. 

Now you were warm all the time. Now it was hot. Too hot. Sticky. And it was difficult for you to breathe. You still weren't even sure why you had to come here other then the mutant hunters getting too frequent up north though now it was just as bad, if not worse down here. 

Sometimes you would remember the cold nights you would spend with him. How he'd pull the fur blankets up over you and hold you close, his hot breath and body being the only thing you need to keep warm. The nightmares didn't really bother you. No the grunting and the harsh twitching never upset you. You'd only rub his chest and shush him back to sleep. 

Stitching the bedsheets each morning howeber did get tedious. Not to mention him holding you by the throat.  Now that was a bit more of a problem. 

The first time it happened, his nightmares that is, you hadn't let him in your bed quite yet, no, that wasn't for a week. 7 days was all you could take before finally letting the puppy eyed old man into your bed. 

At first it started with him on the couch, shifting, rolling over, hiding, curling into the smallest of balls before exploding into a loud scream of anguish. He'd heave and pant, shake and cry. Though you didn't let him know you saw back then. You'd simply call. "Logan? You alright?" 

After a few minutes of hearing him yell. 

"Y-yeah! Just... it's nothin." He'd call back, and become silent, trying his damndest not to start destroying your home. With his hands together, and laws out, he'd sit right there on your couch, praying to his own body and mind to retract his claws and go back to sleep. 

By the 5th night, you got tired of hearing him get up and pace for 3 hours after his night terrors. It would drive you both mad soon enough. Lack of sleep did that to a man, so. You moved him to your bed. You already successfully got him out of the shed. How hard could it be? 

"Just for the night." You told him, sticking a pillow between the two of you. What? You couldn't let your house guest freeze to death. That's not very  good host etiquette, you thought, but before that he refused to even sleep in the house, staying out in the shed like a dog who prefered the snow. 

"No.. I can't. I have night terrors." He says, spitting these words as if saying skin burning acid seeped from his pores at night. As if sleeping next to him would immediately bring an end to your life. 

"Oh, please. Who cares if you see the boogieman in your dreams? Haven't we all?" You wave a hand dismissively. 

"You don't understand." He starts, as serious as a bad case of syphilis. "I can't control myself." 

"Excuse me!?" You had said, obviously thinking something much more wrong, only for his face to darken. "Not like that! Fuck.. I meant I..." He pops his claws to their full length, grunting as they bled. "I can't control them in my sleep." He says, 

Sounding like he'd cry just from the idea of slicing you open. 

"....that's why I sleep on the couch.." 

"Well... I truly hate these sheets anyway." The sweet smile you gave him then was all it took for him to grin, hesitantly climbing into your bed, back agaisnt you as you turn off the lamp. 

"Night, Logan." 

But there was only a loud snore in return, out before his head even hit the pillow. You wonder how long since he's slept in an actual bed... weeks? Months? 

Years? 

Ever since, He's been in your bed. Next to you where ever you slept, even if that meant on the couch. It was like he couldn't sleep now without your scent. It was cute really. He'd follow you around the cabin, come hunting with you, help you with chores. 

"I'm heading out soon. Don't worry about me." He'd say, washing his dishes like a domesticated house husband, drying off the bowl and putting it away like he's done it a thousand times. 

"Uh-huh." You'd say, sarcastically smirking with doubt because he said the same thing 2 weeks ago. 

"When you go into town, drop me off." He had said. And so you did. He got out of the beaten up truck, making a big deal out of the goodbye, lingering with nothing but the clothes on his back, a meal you forced him to take and an extra sweater that looked far better on him then you. 

"Erm... Bye." He had ended, slamming the door and stomped away. You could have sworn he was pouting, pissed at himself for actually going through with it. 

When you arrived home later that night, there he was. Standing in your doorway with this shamfully embaressed and guilty look.

"..I.. I forgot something." 

Scoffing, you smile. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" 

And that's when he kissed you. Stepping forward and grabbed your shoulders, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. "You." 

You wish you could say you hoped he did the same now, but you might punch him in the face if he did the same. 

"Haven't you a single thing to say for yourself!? Hm?? You left me! You promised you would never leave me without telling me! You promised you weren't like that!"

Logan only stands there, head lowered slightly and looking at you the exact same way. Fuck he hasn't changed at all. It's a rip in time the way he faces you. 

Guilt. Shame. Embaressed. 

"I didn't... I didn't mean to.. and I would never leave my family. That's.. that's not who I am anymore." 

"Oh yeah? You won't leave your family, huh?" You say, stepping closer, not afraid to get in his face as you point to the girl, gritting your teeth. 

"You left the mother of your child-"  

"Don't bring the girl into this." It's instant. A stern shout through his fangs tightened together, breathy and dark until he coughs, looking away as he coughs into his wrist. 

He was sick. You knew that. But you alredy vowed to spend the rest of your life with him. You already promised that you'd burry him in the yard at the old cabin and drink a whiskey for him each anniversary. Though right now you are far too angry to care. 

 

"Or what? You'll run off and not return to me for god only knows how many days? Go on! Go! Leave me. It's all you've ever been good for anyway!" 

"It's not like that -" 

"It's never like that, Logan! Or should I call you the Wolverine?" It's a venom you haven't spit in years. The way you say the old name is like a slur. 

Things are quiet. His brow softens. Like a dog who accidently got tok rough during play and its owner just kicked it away, called him a bad dog. 

"I can't believe this. 10 years. Ten FUCKING years since you gave up that life! For me! And now here you are!" Your voice strains, tightening. "For- for what? For me to find out that.. you broke your vows to me...?" 

He steps towards you, grabbing your waist and puts a hand behind your neck, kissing you. It's hard not to melt into those strong arms. You've missed their hold. Missed the scratchiness of his beard. Missed the soft growl in his voice. He was your husband after all. 

"She's a clone." He says, breaking away from the kiss of desperation, desperate for you to litsen. You always were a stubborn one.. maybe it's why you stayed so long. 

You shake your head. He's lying. He has to be. You look at the girl again who is awkwardly standing against the door frame, glaring at you, obviously more loyal to her father then anything else on this small ranch. 

You think about hitting him. He'd heal. You could crack him straight in the nose. Say something like 'thats what you get!' But you only ball your fist, keeping it there. No.. you wouldn't. Not with the girl there anyway. It's not her fault. None of this was. 

Besides. If this little girl was staying with you now, you would have to be a good rolemodel for her. And hitting her father (as much as he deserves it for disappearing on you) would only start you two off on the wrong foot. You could tell because her eyes did that thing your husbands did when ever extremely annoyed, when ever he was about to snap and claw someones face off. 

"No. Don't lie to me." You shake your head. You've heard about the testing centers but you didnt want to believe it. That your husband disappeared and then suddenly showed back up with a kid that he didn't need to cheat in order to have. It makes you a little jealous. You have been working for years to have kits stuffed into you despite not biologically being able to have them. And here, was the most gorgeous copy and paste, genetically his. But not yours. 

"I'm not. I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not to you." He reassures you, his eyes bright with innocence. 

"..She's a clone?" You clairify, giving him a final chance to change his awnser. 

He nods. "Just found her.. i didn't.. I didnt mean to- If I would have known.." 

The hesitantcy in his voice, like he'd cry from the relief of being home, of getting to kiss what was his again. It all felt like too much. But you understand perfectly. 

"...what's her name?" 

He sucks in a deep breath, turning, not taking that hand off of your waist. "This is Laura. Laura.. this is my partner.. Don't hurt'em. Okay?" He taps his knuckles. "You see? No." And shook his head, trying to make it clear that there would be no stabbing of his mate. 

She shifts her gaze from her father to you, crossing her arms. 

"No le voy a llamar papi..." 

You sniffle, wiping your tears with a giggle.

Logan makes a face, grunting with reddend cheeks. "E-en ingles, Laura." He stutters, but you only grin.

"Está bien." You crouch down, slowly so not to spook her. Still though she backs up. 

"Laura.. ¿Quieres que sea mamá?" 

Blinking, your husband gives you a look, as if questioning when you picked this up. 

"What? We live on the border. And you're gone a lot. I needed someone to talk to other then the goats." You cross your arms, giving him a soft glare specifically on that 'You're gone a lot' part. 

"No..." Laura says as you both look at her. 

You frown slightly, but understand. She must have been through so much.. god.. you only hoped her temper was half your Husbands.. 

Then maybe you'd survive through puberty.. 

 

The girl grins, glad that she had someone to talk to in her native language. 

"Eres papá."

A small smile tugs at the corner of his salt and peppered lips. "Do you want to stay here? With Papa?"

She shakes her head, coming to take his hand, squeezing it tight.

"Papi.. Stay."