#any bat I see I just want to hold them gently and kiss their sweet little head

[weirdghostboi666]

All bats are fucking amazing idc what anyone says I will die on that hill.

A comic (?) about my love of weird little bats for this halloween

[zyhkoo]

☆ I need a doctor, oh! batboys x medic!reader

fluff, gn!reader

they surprise you while you work

a/n: i was inspired by this one tiktok that says “my husband thought he could escape me so i made an appointment “ i thought it was so cute haha

Bruce Wayne

Breaktime, finally. You sighed and leaned into a chair in your personal break room. You loved your job as a medic, but the problem is it was just so tiring. You closed your eyes, your body relaxing to the comfortable silence around you.

Being a Vigilante by night and a doctor by day was a very tiring job.

Sleep was almost non-existent on work days, the most you got was three to six hours. You looked like an ill patient instead of a doctor at this point. But the hospital wasn’t busy today, so you went to the break room to relax.

Tap tap tap.

There was something tapping on the window, but you didn’t care to check whatever it was, so you continued to close your eyes.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap!

“…”

The tapping sounded more aggressive now, you groaned and turned your chair to the window.

“Oh my god..”

And there he was, in his signature bat suit and with that grim look on his face. You immediately walked up and opened the window. You helped Bruce sit on a chair as he tries not to fall on you.

He removed his helmet and there were a series of injuries and bruises on his poor face.

“What happened? I thought you didn’t have any patrols till later?” you frowned, your hands holding his face so you view him better.

He replied back with his gruff and clearly intimidating voice “Duty calls.” yeah of course.

You sighed, “Well.. you stay here okay? I’ll find something to patch you up, I’ll lock the door so no one sees you.” Bruce gently holds the hand that was touching his face.

“Thank you.”

Jason Todd

You had just finished patching up a patient in the emergency room, you wiped the sweat off your forehead and stretched. Today was a busy day, but it was normal. There are patients getting admitted left to right and your job was to tend to them.

“Um, doc..” one of the nurses approached you, you looked at her “Yes? What’s the matter?” you asked.

She fidgeted “Uh, we have a patient and he told us he specifically wanted to be treated by you..?”

Your brow raised “Me specifically? Do I know who they are?” you asked, your tone was skeptical.

The nurses led you to the room this mysterious patient was in. You opened the door to see Jason with his full suit on with injuries all over. As well as flowers on his left hand…

Your eyes widened as you immediately locked the door.

“Hi, Doc.” Jason greets casually “Jason why are you here? Hold on, let me take a look.” you said as you took a good look at his scars.

“Nearest safe house was 2 kilometers away and this was way near.” he replied, for a moment you blankly stared at the flowers on his hand. “What are these for?”

Jason looked at the flowers then at you “I thought I could give you a gift on the way.” he shrugs.

Dick Grayson

“Here's the next patient doc, they’re in your office.” the nurse gives you the details about your next patient. You smiled and took the folder “Thank you.”

You loved your job as a vet, you got along well with your sweet co-workers and you had this passion with animals.

As you read the document in your hands, you found all of this strangely familiar. You opened the door to the room and yep you're right.

There he was, with his signature goofy grin and the adorable dog in his arms.

“Hey Doc, looking good as always.” he slyly says, Haley barked clearly excited to see you as well. You scoffed, but you can’t help but smile as well.

You know for a fact Haley is definitely well, you and Dick had just strolled her around the park a day ago. You did the checkup anyway and nothing was wrong.

“She could use a vaccine, she needs her rabies shots.” Dick says, you put your stethoscope down and nodded. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” you said.

But Dick was not satisfied. “Hey, hey, hey, miss, vet, doc?” you stopped your tracks and turned to him “No kiss? What is this?” you sighed as you walked back to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“See you in a minute doc.” he grins, you said nothing and quickly walked away.

The nurses and staff snickered and teased you all day, you couldn’t do anything but flush at their attempts of teasing you.

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[obxsprincess]

please please pleasee make a luke × pillow princess smut

―💭✧˖° ♛ °˖🎀✧―

your lukes pillow princess, through and through. pillows n bedsheets always stained from your teary gloppy mascara ! and you even convinced him to buy silk pillows cus their better for your hair when hes balls deep inside of you </3 especially cus of your squirming and squealing, it messed up your hair so bad :( he bought them instantly, nothing came between luke and his girls puffy tight cunt. but what about being his sweet blanket princess?

“couldn’t just let me take you on a nice date- could ya’ mama?” he panted above you, his dark curls blocking the bright sun and falling on your whimpering tear stained face. “o-oh! fe-lt too empty” you whine all innocently. “course’ ya did, ma” pants pulled half way down his legs and your frilly panties thrown god-knows where, moans filling the luscious forest and your dizzy stained head. but he was just as much to blame !

it really did just start out as an innocent date tho. luke leading you through the oak trees and bushes cus you kept tripping over your own feet :( he was so mean when you jumped at any little branch breaking, and rolling his eyes he finally just picked you up with an annoyed sweep under your legs. he brought you to a stunning lakeside picnic where he finally set you down, all nonchalant as if he wasn’t the best boyfriend ever. as if he knew affection made you real horny which your clenching thighs and giggles gave away quickly… so technically he gave in

“k-kiss me” you whimper, suddenly feeling deprived as he ruts into your slick hole, wrapping your dainty arms around his neck you try to lift up, he groans cus your cunnie flutters but pushes you right back down, holding you there “fuckk nah see- pillow princesses dont getta’ make demands- you wanted dick baby, you got it,” he growls n your puckered lips pout, glassy eyes all puppy eyed, the pleasure becoming too much, but you try n hold in a sniffle, tears brimming your lash lines :( you just wanted a kiss ! “I-I won’t cum until you do” you whisper, hiding behind your hands n his neck with a sniffle. trying to avoid his amusement, all mean cus he likes seeing you like this, so so whiny and needy… with a raspy laugh he grabs your hands and pins the above you head… other hand gripping your wobbly jaw !

“ya’really crying all because m’too busy ruining’- fucking, this pretty pussy n not that makeup you got on, sweet girl?” his hand came down to gently grip your hip, making slow but deep love up into you, your soft sobs subsiding slightly “just- auh! wanted a kiss… wanted to feel loved luke!” those doe eyes and drooling lips could make luke do anything you ever wished, he was the most responsible camp counselor but one bat of your lashes had him doing some stupid shit (as in head over heels pussy whipped ahbcnsjhs)

he groans defeated, with a sigh he pulls your lips into his. all sloppy, wet and soft and it makes him move suddenly harder n harder back into you. you writhe n squeal into his mouth from the bliss ! “god- you can be real needy sometimes, your fuckin’ majesty. course’ I love you, just gotta dick you down fast and rough sometimes that’s all mama” (he fucking loves it just needs to do a little brat taming) but your cut off by lukes tongue probing into your drooling plump lips… his desperate little pillow majesty.

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES*: Car Inspection

A/N: Yet another little smut scene, *no longer a drabble (Drabble? Who's she?), but still short. Like with my other drabbles, you can imagine any character you want here, it's usually just a man and a woman having a good time. Today I give you oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex and creampies. And cars (so think up an AU where it works, if you will).

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 1.3k // AO3

“Lemme take a look under the hood, miss,” he's said, and now she's sitting on the warm metal, gripping his broad shoulders, legs held open by strong hands, while he has his head buried under her skirt.

His tongue is as hot as the sun batting down on them, licking through her folds with fervor and certainty, expert motions, warm lips, teasing teeth, kissing, sucking, nibbling, pulling her sensitive skin into his mouth, nose rubbing against her clit.

He's lapping at her like a man starved, the slurping and squelching noises mixing with the chirp of cicadas, the subtle squeak of the car beneath her, her own rapid breaths. He's good, knows what to do, where to look and lick. She's come to the right place.

Her skirt obstructs the view, but she's still on display, writhing and squirming, bare feet squeaking over the metal hood in an attempt to anchor herself. He's ruthless in his assault, focusing now fully on that sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue around it, laving it, sucking on it.

She's losing it, her head spinning, it's too hot, the air is stale and dry, and her lungs are protesting. The tension in her belly is like a burning thing, growing and expanding, filling her out like she wishes he would fill her out.

He groans into her, the sound vibrating through her clenching cunt. His hands move, one big palm pressed to her stomach, forcing her down on her back, the other slipping under the tent of her skirt as well. He's teasing her, nibbling on her clit while his fingers slide through her slick before they take a dip into her heat, plunging deep, two at once, pushing in and out, scissoring inside her, stretching, massaging, curling against that sweet spot.

She arches her back, shoulders pressed into the hood, cries out, thighs trembling around his shoulders, her own shaking hand gripping at his wrist, nails sinking into his skin before he slips his long fingers between hers, holding her hand, heavy on her stomach. He pumps his other digits into her, licks her clit, the tension explodes within her. Their joined hands hold her down when she convulses, jerks her hips against his face and fingers, shivering under the hot sun.

He licks up every drop with broad strokes of his tongue, his fingers moving slower, bringing her down gently before they retreat, gripping her twitching thigh, warm and slick and strong, while he pushes his mouth to her lower lips, kisses her deeply, tongue pressing into her quivering hole.

She wails again, quietly in the open space, her voice drowned by the screeching insects trying to be louder.

He's shifting, emerging from under her skirt, nose and lips and chin glistening in her juices, hair messy, face flushed. She's also red in the face, panting, trying to avoid those hungry eyes. His hands find her warm cheeks when he straightens up, towering over her.

His kiss tastes tangy, salty, sweet, all at once and more, her own taste on his tongue as he claims her mouth. She moans into it, clinging to his bare back, sweat slick and strong, muscles flexing beneath sun touched skin. He pushes her up the hood of the car, his hips between her shaking legs, pinning her down, skirt flipped up entirely now. His body is blocking the view, she couldn't care less who sees her.

With his tongue wrestling hers, he grips her waist, one hand disappearing between them, the clink of a belt, the whirring scrape of a zipper, a little groan when he grips his cock and guides it to her dripping cunt. She moans into his mouth, fingernails sinking into his skin while he sinks into her, small frantic rolls of his hips as he slowly fucks her open, stretches her, fills her, in and out, inch by inch until he's bottomed out.

His hands on her hips pull her into him, closer, deeper, her legs spasm against him before she hooks them around his thick thighs. Muscles flex under denim, his grip rough as he starts pulling out to slam back in, over and over again, his grunts as loud as her moans, the kiss messy and breathless.

She's lightheaded, sun-burnt, a sweaty mess in his strong grip, her hands gripping at his waist, leaving angry crescent-shaped marks as she squirms against him, trying to meet his thrusts.

He leans back, leaving her tingling lips, presses his forehead to hers, eyes staring into her soul, warm and dark and mesmerizing, hungry, breaths hot and dizzying, mingling. His hips slam into her slower, deeper, setting an excruciating rhythm, taunting, teasing, slow and steady while they're both burning under the sun, the heat inside her belly almost as unbearable.

She's whimpering, grinding her pelvis into him, digs her heels into his lower back, eyes pleading. The smirk on his lips makes her angry, growling through her gritted teeth. His hands tighten around her hips, fingers bruising, and when he leans back fully, a barely there shadow falling onto her shaking body, looking down at her, he stops moving altogether, cock hard and swollen inside her clenching cunt.

She wants to protest, whine, beg, but he only looks at her, tilting his head, before he slowly moves back, cockhead scraping against her tight walls, before he slams back in with a force that makes her yelp, flinch, cry out, as he hits her deepest spot, tip squished against her cervix.

The pain is there, sharp, short, dissipating slowly before it's back, dragging retreat, the hint of reprieve, then another deep stab, hard, fast, agonizing. Again and again, until he grows impatient and just hammers into her, her moans and cries broken up, voice strained, helpless, as his cock pistons in and out, rough and unrelenting, and all she can do is take it.

He grunts, sweat running down his temple, a fine sheen on his bare torso, muscles flexing, his teeth bared and gritted, hands digging into her soft skin. Pull, push, stab. Pull, push, stab. Her own sweat mixes with tears, her cries soundless little puffs of air, her head filled with vertigo and bliss, pain and pleasure. One big hand splayed on her hip, the other moving between them, thumb pressing hard against her clit, and she yelps again, and again, coming hard around his pounding cock, juices coating his length, squelching out with every deep slam.

The car is rocking beneath them, suspension squeaking, needs to be oiled. She's come to the right place. Come at the right place. Over and over again until she's a boneless mess, lying on the hood of her car, arms splayed out beside her, sweaty palms squeaking over metal with every deep thrust, body moved up and down, insides convulsing, muscles contracting, tight around his thick cock. He grunts, groans, huffs, head red under the sun, under the exertion, working overtime.

He comes with a low growl, animalistic, body twitching against her, burying himself deep within her clenching heat, balls tightening, cock spasming, filling her with his hot seed, spurt after burning spurt. She gasps when his hand pushes on her stomach, before he slowly pulls out, panting, eyes glued to her reddened pussy, watching intently, an expert's eye, head tilted, then he slaps his hand on her folds, making her wince.

She's pulled onto her feet, barely able to think, to function, dizzy from the sun and the special service. He lifts her feet, one at a time, puts her panties back on, slides them up her shaking legs. His cum drips down her inner thigh, slowly, slow enough for him to gather it on his finger and push it back up, between her glistening folds, back into her clenching hole. She moans at the sensation, gripping his arm for support. He keeps his finger in her while he pulls her underwear back in place, pumping it slowly before removing it, gently dragging his wet fingertip between her covered folds, trapping his seed.

“I believe there's been a leak, miss,” he says, fixing her skirt, making her presentable again as he looks at her with a proud smile, having found the problem, while she looks up at him with a soft giggle, feeling their combined juices drenching the fabric between her trembling thighs.

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

MORE SMUT DRABBLES:

A steamy shower

Toy

Sleepy

Tension Relief

[giganticgeo]

Dating IZUKU headcannons?

Dating / SFW Alphabet with Izuku ⭑.ᐟ

A/N – sorry this took so long, I've got exams coming up :(

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A – Affection ｡𖦹°‧

How does he show Affection ?

♡ Oh, my sweet boy, he is so awkward at first. He doesn't have much knowledge about girls, and you'll definitely be able to tell if you saw how he interacted with girls in season 1 of the anime.

♡ Nonetheless, he's still trying his best. Hesitantly reaches out for your hand, but then panics and asks if you're okay with it or if he's making you uncomfortable or maybe–

♡ And you'll just chuckle and reassure him that it's okay.

♡ But eventually, it will come a bit more naturally to him. He'll start greeting you by linking arms, he'll hold your hands subconsciously sometimes, lives for your hugs and kisses – albeit a bit blushy about them at first – and won't hesitate to give you some back! Well, maybe he'll hesitate a bit... what if he isn't a good kisser?

♡ Just be patient, he'll get there <3

B – Butterflies｡𖦹°

Things he does that gives you butterflies !

♡ For one, he will praise you endlessly without shame. He admires you a lot for all your strengths and will find ways to see your weaknesses as something else, not just insecurities to be ashamed of.

♡ Another is his observant behaviour, especially towards you. He notices everything. He picks up on when you try new things with your hair or makeup, complimenting it with that bright smile of his. Or he'll notice your shoulders slump and ask if you're okay. Or he'll notice a subconscious bad habit you have, frowning as he tries to think of a way to stop you.

♡ Very sweet and attentive, really :)

C - Cuddles｡𖦹°‧

Is he a cuddly fella ?

♡ Like I stated earlier, will be very shy about it at first. You could be holding him, and bro is shaking, his face red as he bit back his awfully awkward (and cute) smile.

♡ But, again, will naturally begin seeking them. He'll definitely be shy and stuttering when asking for them at first, but once he gets there, he'll just be leaning into your arms without realising it.

♡ But he loves loves LOVES holding you! He hugs you gently and close to himself like his favourite All Might plush and smile contently <3

D – Dates｡𖦹°‧

What kind of dates would he take you on?

♡ I could see him really liking those cute dates you can see on social media.

♡ Painting where you trade canvases so you can finish each other's paintings, clay dates where you buy clay and try to recreate various references you find online, a lot of arts and crafts, really.

♡ I could also definitely see him wanting to do an All Might movie marathon with you

♡ But he'll also want to do other more casual dates like cafe dates, study dates, picnics, etcetera :)

E – Experienced ｡𖦹°

Has he had any partners before you ?

♡ Nope. Definite no.

♡ If we're talkin' UA high Izu, definitely no. Hell, he was tweaking over the fact he's been on a phone call with a girl in season 2 or 3, does that seem like a guy who's experienced in dating? No offence, Izu.

♡ But no, he's definitely not experienced. You would most likely be his first <3

F – Fight ｡𖦹°‧

What would it be like to argue with him?

♡ EXTREMELY rare

♡ On the occasion it happens, he'll definitely try calming you and the situation first.

♡ If he is in the wrong, he will be extremely apologetic, bowing his head as low as it can go and doing anything you'd like to make you feel better.

♡ But if you're in the wrong, he'll be as gentle as he can with telling you. Nonetheless, he'd still call you out and won't completely bend over backwards for you in a situation like that.

♡ Nonetheless, he'll never stop trying, even if issues seem unresolvable :)

G – Gifts｡𖦹°‧

Gifts he would give you !

♡ Right off the bat, All Might merch. A rare figurine he has, a body-sized poster, matching onesies, allat!

♡ But, he also makes handmade gifts! He's afraid expensive gifts would make him seem shallow to you, so yes, he'll watch tiktok tutorials on how to make paper hearts to write messages in that he can give you on Valentines Day!

♡ But I hc that he can also bake, so he'd also want to gift you with some cookies and cupcakes <3

H – Honesty｡𖦹°‧

Does he keep secrets from you ?

♡ Actually, he's quite open with you!

♡ If he's truly close with someone, he'll also treat them as confidant, telling them about their day and any issues they have.

♡ And he'll encourage you to do the same! He wants to know all about you and if you have any issues he can help with :)

I – I Love You𖦹°‧

Who said the three words first ?

♡ Him.

♡ He didn't mean to! It just slipped out! He thought the phrase, and his lips moved along without him noticing!

♡ He was blushing and stammering as he tried explaining himself, waving his arms around in a flustered manner.

♡ But when you said it back, he froze, his blush growing deeper as smoke practically blew out of his ears.

♡ Oh, the things you do to him <3

J – Jealous｡𖦹°‧

What's he like when he's jealous ?

♡ It's rare for him to feel jealous. He trusts you and everyone around you two, so he has no reason to feel that way, he always thought!

♡ But if he ever did, it's not anger he would feel – it's insecurity.

♡ He knows what it's like to feel inferior, and he hates associating that feeling with you.

♡ But if he spots you beginning to feel uncomfortable? Sad Izu out of the way, protective Izu is putting on a frown and stepping in.

K – Kisses｡𖦹°‧

What are his kisses like ?

♡ Soft, short pecks, the short duration never overshadowing the love he puts into them!

♡ Also fond of cheek and forehead kisses, both giving and receiving.

♡ Kisses your birthmarks, moles, feckles, dimples, scars, anything like that :)

L – Locked in｡𖦹°‧

How long or what did it to make him feel you were really the one ?

♡ I think that once he develops a crush on you, he'd already think you're the one.

♡ He doesn't date for flings or fun or for temporary things like that.

♡ If he dates, he'll never imagine it to be over. He'll hope that one day, you can be his spouse <3

M – Miss you｡𖦹°‧

When he's missing you !

♡ If you were to ever be away from him for a short or long period of time, he will definitely miss you, but how will he act?

♡ Of course, he'll always be texting you, asking if you're okay and asking for pictures of you or wherever you are, etcetera!

♡ He'll also do things you two normally do together in order to soothe the feeling.

♡ But as soon as you're back, he's hugging you tight, grinning like a fool in love :)

N – No No｡𖦹°‧

Something he wouldn't want in a partner !

♡ Obviously, a villain. I don't really get fics where he's in love with a villain!reader, and I'll only somewhat like it if it's a super slowburn, but for a guy whose whole dream for years was to become a hero, he'll definitely have to say no to that.

♡ But I do think Izuku is open to all kinds of people no matter what negative traits they might have <3

O – Obvious｡𖦹°‧

How obvious is your relationship? Is it a secret?

♡ Definitely not a secret! He isn't ashamed of you and smiles whenever it's mentioned that you are his s/o!

♡ He doesn't always outright say it, but the class can definitely tell.

♡ The way he looks at you says it all, his smile is just the cherry on top :)

P – PDA ｡𖦹°‧

Public Display of Affection !

♡ Quite shy when it comes to PDA.

♡ He'll blush if you kiss him or suddenly latch onto him in public, his freckles cheeks turning rosy.

♡ But he won't mind and sometimes initiate some hugs and hand-holding <3

Q – Quality Time ｡𖦹°‧

How do you two spend time together?

♡ He adores your company and visibly lights up when he knows you're there.

♡ The two of you could spend hours just bathing in each other's presence or yapping about your interests to one another.

♡ And the pout or sad smile he wears whenever time gets cut short because the bell rang or anything like that is so– ahshaibdsks :D

R – Romance

How romantic is he ?

♡ Again, inexperienced, but tries his best!

♡ He's attentive, caring, a gentleman, plans creatice dates, give sweet gifts, just so OOJSKSJDISJS

♡ In other words, quite romantic, but oblivious to it <3

T – Trope ｡𖦹°‧

You and him as a trope !

♡ Golden retriever x Black cat would be so cute with him

♡ Or Golden retriever x Doberman

♡ Also Girlboss x Malewife :D

U – Understanding ｡𖦹°

How empathetic is he towards you ?

♡ Already a lot towards a normal person, but towards you?

♡ If YOUR situation is bad enough, it could draw tears out of HIM!!

♡ But yes, extremely empathetic, would do anything to help you <3

V – Value ｡𖦹°‧

How important are you to him ?

♡ Extremely.

♡ You can make him smile the brightest smile, cry endless tears, boil with anger on your behalf, and feel so many more things. All for you.

♡ He would legit die for you and do anything you say if it meant being with you forever, do NOT underestimate him :)

Y – Yes Yes ｡𖦹°‧

What he WOULD want in a partner !

♡ I definitely see him wanting someone with similar values as he does.

♡ He'd also admire someone strong in any sense – physically strong, very smart, interesting compared to others, etcetera.

♡ Someone who will stand by his side through and through <3

A/N no. 2 – sorry for cutting this short huhuuu I really need to sleep now :(

Pspspsss @monkeycheeks-lvl26

[dead-boys-club]

†  deserving : various.

❥ scenario: 'i don't deserve you.' ❥ no triggers; not rated. just shittily written. ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. yes, i switch between names. ❥ this was a request ❥ included: izuku, bakugo, kirishima, shinso, hawks, dabi, shigraki, toga.

izuku would be a little taken aback at first and then concerned, maybe confused. upon hearing the words, he'd have to take a second to figure out how to approach it.

reaching out, izuku gently collected the hands of his lover, eyes full of determination. 'why.. would you think that?' he asks softly, the concern evident in his tone. 'you mean everything to me.. i couldn't even begin to think of a life without you. you're perfect.'

'deserving..' he mumbled the world, shaking his head a tiny bit. 'what even.. makes a person deserving to be with another?'

pulling them into his arms, something he hoped would be comforting, he whispered; 'we are partners, we're supposed to support each other and.. and, i think it's silly to think you could be deserving. if anything, you deserve the world.. happiness and i'm here for you, to remind you of that every single day. hopefully for the rest of our lives.'

he's going to be agitated right off the bat, kind of pissed off that you'd think of yourself in such a way. however, he would feel a wave of protectiveness and like it was his job to make sure you didn't have those thoughts. he knew being with him could be rough but he never expected to fail so miserably.

'don't be stupid,' he almost hissed, jaw clenching. 'you think i would be with someone not worthy of my time? hell no, that's ridiculous.' his arms crossed, studying his lover for a moment. 'what asshole put that thought in your head?'

taking a step close, his brow furrowed and part of him knew he needed to take careful consideration with his words. 'don't let this go to your head or anything but you're strong, resilient.. you make me better, too. you deserve everything and it pisses me off that you can't see that. but if you can't, i guess it's my job to show and remind you every damn day, you got that?'

'c'mere.' bakugo's comfort sometimes came with gruffness and tough love but he had his softer moments. hearing his lover say such things would bring out his ability to speak calmer, wanting to soothe but also, just briefly, doubting himself.

'ya' gotta stop doubting yourself, dumbass. you're perfect to me, understand?'

he would get a little upset at first but like any other time you were feeling down. he would do his best to lift your spirits.

'deserve me? hey, that's not true - if anything, i don't deserve you!' his hands would be on their cheeks, expression soft and holding a tiny reassuring smile. 'you're amazing, anyone would be lucky to have you.'

leaning close, he'd bump their noses together. 'what would make you think that, huh? did someone say something to you? do i need to go talk to them?' he would be quick to find the source and try to stomp it out before it got worse but it would be a thought he put aside for the time being.

shaking that off, he'd pull them close, pressing a few kisses to the side of their face. 'we're a team, babe, a strong team. and, i'll make sure to remind you every single day that you deserve it all.'

like most situations, he would stay calm and would be understanding. he aims to be a comforting presence to his s/o but he would wonder if their was something he could be doing better. would his words be enough? self doubt was a cruel mental battle that he was more than familiar with.

sitting beside his s/o, he was careful in collecting of their hands. 'why would you think that?' he was gentle about his tone and how he asked, but still wanting to be firm, trying to understand their thought process. 'i think you're incredible. you're sweet, gentle.. intelligent, you're amazing and I wouldn't be here if I didn't think that.'

shinso was a little blunt in the way he spoke but he was always just being honest. 'you deserve love, happiness and a good partner who makes sure you feel that way, too. you're worth more than you give yourself credit for and i'll spend all of my days showing you that.'

pulling them into a hug with an arm around their shoulders. 'you are and always will be perfect to me,' he assured, 'i'm not going anywhere and i never will.. not willingly. we're in this together until the end.. and when you don't believe in yourself, i will.'

keigo would have a mixed response of concern but he would do his best not to startle with becoming serious about it so suddenly.

there would be a playful glint to his gaze despite the way he studied his lover. 'what's got you saying something like that?' he'd ask with a raised brow, reaching to brush his knuckles against their cheek. 'you know that you're my anchor, right? keep me grounded 'n all.'

with a small grin, he pulled them into a hug, wings closing in like a comforting cocoon. 'you're my rock, sunshine. i wouldn't be half the person i am right now if it weren't for you. you deserve the world and i plan on giving that to you.'

sighing in an over dramatic manner, he'd press a kiss to their head. 'if you can't see how perfect you are, i'll just keep reminding you til you can.'

toya's reaction would be something that would surprise even partner, who half expected him to agree. he'd be blunt about it but he'd still show a bit of concern.. in his own special way.

'you don't what now?' he'd ask, looking at them with an unreadable expression, one that slowly shifted into something more serious. 'you're gonna look at.. me and say some shit like that? if you're going to say you don't deserve something like this, you really need to get your shit together.' he was almost amused, staring at them as if they were crazier than even him. 'you're the best thing that's happened to me and i don't just throw around words like that.' he'd look away, feel the tiniest bit awkward with his own words.

it would take a second for him not to roll his eyes, taking how you felt into consideration before he was stepping closer, reaching to touch their cheek. 'i don't really know what i'm supposed to say right now, but if you didn't deserve me, we wouldn't be standing here.'

he hesitated before pulling them by their upper arm into a somewhat rough hug, though somehow still comforting enough. 'you are deserving, i guess, and i'll burn any fucker who says otherwise, how's that?'

he would be visibly bothered by his s/o's self doubt. he would find himself sifting through raw emotions to offer even a sliver of support. it wasn't like he had a lot of experience on the front.

it would take a few seconds for him to find the words, hands twitching as he felt as though nothing he said would really matter. 'why..?' he'd begin to ask, tone strained. 'you're the only one keeping me sane.' it was almost a surprise to himself that he was able to get such words out.

his gaze dropped to their hands before taking one, being careful not to cause any harm. 'what you've done, what.. you've seen..? you've seen me at my worst and you're still.. here,' he paused, shifting his weight and keeping his attention on their now mostly linked fingers. 'that means more than you think - it means everything.'

'you deserve more than i can think to give.' mumbling weakly, he was slow and hesitant to pull them into a hug, still not used to the affectionate side of their relationship. 'don't ever doubt your worth to me.'

she would become very passionate, immediately needing to do whatever it took to change her s/o's mind.

'what?' her head would tilt, blinking a few times. 'you're perfect to me! wait - for me, too!' her voice would be laced with confusion, though enthusiastic to make them feel better.

she would move quickly to wrap them up in her arms, tight and nuzzling into their cheek as she smiled. 'you've made me so happy! you're so amazing, prince/ss! i love you just the way you are and i always will.' Toga began to tear up as she held onto them. 'you deserve happiness and everything else and i'm going to give you that.'

pulling back to look at you, she huffed. 'you're everything to me.. don't ever think you're not enough or deserving.'

[xx-rabidpossum-xx]

"I Forgot"

Konrad Curze x reader(NSFW)

Author's Note: based off on @meangreennunseen text post and encouraged by @bats-and-birds-24 Here is my first attempt at writing Konrad(and first time posting a fic on tumblr tbh -w-)

Wordcount: 1k+

cw: biting, rough sex, slight blood, forgetting to use a condom(safe sex is best sex you guys)

The air was stuffy and warm as the Night Haunter repeatedly kissed your skin and occasionally nipping at the flesh, tasting the fresh iron flowing from the nicks. A whimper escapes your lips as he moves lower from your breast, to your hips, his fingers scraping your skin “gently” as you grip the soft bed sheets. He had been ravaging your cunt for what seemed like hours, until he stopped just before you came on his tongue.

A small bite brings you out of your haze as you look down and try to see Konrad ever so slightly sink his teeth just above your womb and stomach. Heat rushes to your face as you squirm from the pain and pleasure. “You taste so sweet, just for me” he purrs softly while licking the small wound and trailing his tongue back up. You reach for his face and cradle his cheeks, hearing the purring more closely. “Konrad”, you say softly. He hums in response and continuously touches your body. “You have protection…right?” 

A pause, he kisses your nose and reaches for something in the dark. Only he could see the bedside table and the, “protection” he had was flayed skin from a recent kill. Neatly cleaned and dried with extra skin to act as a tie since it was any kind of real rubber. Konrad had made sure to clean it thoroughly lest the smell reach your nose and gave away the surprise. While the thought of your smelling fresh blood and being horrified did arouse something inside him, he wanted to scare you differently. Perhaps a chase in the dark, where he could hold you down and bite your stomach more and more-

Konrad shakes those thoughts away as he feels you rub your wet and aching clit against his thigh in an attempt to get friction. He only dozed off for a second and you were acting like a bitch in heat. He was going to absolutely ruin you. Screw the danm condom. He threw the condom away into the dark room somewhere and turned you so you were on your stomach, raising your hips up, his legs trapped you into position. His hard cock already leaking with precum as it rubbed against your ass.

Your mind forgets about the condom as it’s lost function when feeling konrad rubbing against you. He moves the head of his cock against your folds a few times, reveling at the shiver down going your spine. His claws sink into your hips as the head catches your entrance, a small yelp escapes your lips as Konrad slowly but roughly pushes his shaft into you. A low groan emits from his throat, feeling your cunt suck him in more with your warmth when he bottoms out. He licks your shoulder softly, then bites down, causing you to let out a breathy moan. The feeling of his thick cock makes you feel breathless, which then Konrad gives you no time to adjust as he starts to roughly thrust into you, making you whimper and moan with each thrust. 

“K-konrad, please-mmph- slow down a bit” you mewl out as quickly as you can before one of his hands shoves your head into the pillows. “Konrad, you're too r-rough-Ah!” Your weakened pleas only seem to goad him on as he starts to thrust rougher, making your eyes prick with tears at the pain but also moaning at the debauchery of the situation.”Mine, only mine.”, he snarled into your shoulder. A hand snaking down to between your folds and rubbing your clit, making you jolt in surprise. You’re so caught up in the moment that when your orgasim hits, it hits you like a train. Crashing through you while Konrad still drills rougher into your womb. 

Konrad was treating you like a piece of meat, biting you and fucking you without care, you still smell the blood from your stomach and shoulder bites as they try to clot, only for Konrad to lick the wounds to keep them fresh. Konrad tried to be gentle at times, but it usually spiraled into you waking up with a few bruises and new bite marks on your body. But each time he was always able to touch your insides where your fingers couldn’t reach, always able to hit that spot in your womb that makes you see stars each time. He was trying to be gentle, but it felt amazing to feel him use you, even if it did cause you to whine like a rabbit caught by a wolf.

Tears roll down your cheeks as the primarch slows down and begins to thrust slowly but deeper, hitting your cervix each time. The pressure building up was starting to become unbearable as Konrad began to kiss the bite mark he left, like putting a balm on a sore wound, it was the last thing you needed before you came over his cock, your second orgasm rippling through you. Korad followed suit as he steadied himself and released his hot load into you. You could almost feel your stomach distend a bit from the amount in your womb. He slowly pulls out of your warm slit, watching his seed spill out down your thighs. He takes his fingers and begins to try and push his spend back into your gaping hole, earning a soft moan from you. 

Sighing contently, you roll onto your back, which Konrad lays next to you. Curling around your tired form, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead for another rough when it dawns on you. “Konrad, did you use a condom?” Silence between you both, you couldn't see his expression, but you just knew he was grinning. Horror flashes onto your face as you feel more heat rush to your cheeks. Konrad surprises you with a kiss, holding you there with a hand on your cheek as he deepens it, licking your bottom lip and occasionally grazing his razor sharp teeth over your soft tissue. You feel his hand travel down and begins to find your clit again, making you squirm. “I guess I forgot, my lovely piece of meat.” You feel his toothy grin against your lips and he gets on top of you, the hand in your face roaming down to your breast, giving it a not-so-gentle-squeeze.

[theres-a-starman]

Jegumas day 2: cookies @noblehouseofgay

word count: 596

CW: Walburga’s A+ Parenting (vague but there. might be worth a mention), swearing? is that a cw?? idrk

It’s nearly midnight. The sky is dark and bats occasionally streak through the sky. The stars twinkle brightly and the moon practically glows, only a crescent but still enough to provide quite a bit of moonlight.

Regulus creeps out of bed. He’s only 16, how had he managed to escape from his parents, he’ll never know. James, fucking James, had to have invite Regulus to live with him.

“Mum won’t mind. She welcomed Sirius with open arms, she’ll do the same with you,” James had said. And Euphemia didn’t mind. She welcomed him. It felt to Regulus as though that hospitality made it worse.

So he’s awake. He’s awake, and he can’t sleep, and it’s too cold, being December and all, and he’s hungry because he refuses to eat dinner with the Potters (“James, I don’t want to intrude. It’d be weird.”), and he needs something. So he goes into the kitchen, flinching with every creak in the floorboard. God, could it be any louder? he thinks irritably, holding a dim flashlight to see a little in front of him.

Regulus makes his way into the kitchen, squinting through the darkness.

“Reg? What’re you doing up?” comes James mother-fucking Potters voice from the counter.

“Couldn’t sleep. What are you doing at midnight?” Regulus replies tiredly.

“Making cookies. I couldn’t sleep either. Wanna help me make them?” he offers like the sweet, kind person he is. How dare he.

“Sure, nothing better to do,” Regulus sighs, grabbing an apron to protect his pajamas. He approaches the counter, checking the instructions and where James is step-wise and jumping straight into helping him.

They work in perfect sync, no words uttered as they just… do. They work so well together it’s odd.

The cookies goes into the oven and Regulus hops up onto the kitchen island, swinging his legs as James stands next to him.

“Jaime… c’mere,” Regulus mutters, mind foggy with sleep deprivation. James moves to stand between his legs.

“Yes?”

“Got some flour on you” Regulus says distractedly, brushing it off James’ nose gently.

“Thank you, love,” James whispers, not a coherent thought behind his eyes.

What possesses Regulus’ soul, he’ll never know, but suddenly, at almost 1 in the morning in James’ parents’ kitchen, Regulus believes it the best idea to kiss him.

And so he does.

And so does James.

It’s a mutual transaction, see. Regulus kissed James first (but he’ll never admit it), so in return James obviously has to kiss him back (because what else are you gonna do when your best mates little brother kisses you in your parents’ kitchen after making cookies at midnight).

And so they kiss… and kiss… and kiss. For god knows how long. Long enough, evidently, for the cookie timer to go off.

“Shit, I forgot about those,” James says with flushed cheeks, moving to quickly shut the alarm up and remove the cookies from the oven, laughing softly as he returns to his place in front of Regulus.

He kisses Regulus again with a more playful smile.

They pull away long enough to put the cookies away and clean up before stumbling up the stairs in a fit of giggles, collapsing into James’ bed and passing out almost instantly.

“PRONGS WHY THE LIVING FUCK ARE YOU IN BED WITH MY BABY BROTHER??!?!?” comes Sirius’ angry voice in the morning as they both wake with a start, James pulling Regulus closer instinctively.

“This is gonna take some explaining. At least we have cookies,” Regulus mumbles into James’ chest, slightly amused at the anger secreting from his brother.

[milliesfishes]

Hi!! First of all, I love your work, so much!!

Is there any chance I could request another pregnancy imagine with Billy the kid? You can have a free hand with this one, I just love seeing Billy so protective and loving with his partner so she doesn't need to lift a finger! ❤️❤️

thank you so much!! <3

⋆౨ৎbilly when you're pregnant⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

"Billy!" you exclaimed as he swooped you up in his arms, boots clomping on the hardwood as he carried you to the sofa, where a patch of sunlight was warming the cushions. "What on earth-“

"You should be restin' he insisted, depositing you directly in the sunlight and retrieving a blanket and unfolding it on your lap. He smoothed a strand of hair from your face, letting his hand fall to your rounded belly. "You comfy? Don't gotta be wearin' that dress 'round here when it's just us."

"You want me naked?" You tilted your head, giggling lightly and smoothing your skirt down.

Billy gave you a fond look. "I was thinkin' you could wear one 'f my shirts, but I wouldn't mind that either..."

With a real laugh, you brushed your hair behind your shoulder. "I think I'd take the shirt."

"Right away, sweetheart." Billy tweaked your nose and got to his feet, footsteps heavy all the way to the bedroom. You heard a drawer being pulled out, and then he was back in an instant, holding up the long-sleeved collared shirt with blue stripes you so adored on him. "This work?"

"Uh huh." You smiled happily, beginning to tug at the buttons of your bodice. He resumed his place at your side, holding the shirt open for you once you'd gotten the dress over your head. When you began to hook these buttons to their loopholes, he reached out, batting your hands away and doing them up himself.

You smiled at his insistence, lips parting slightly when he left the bottom half undone and let your belly poke between the folds. "Missed a few buttons, handsome."

"Mmm, I like it this way," he hummed playfully, letting his warm palm smooth over your stomach. "You're cute as a button with a tummy fulla baby."

"I'd hope so," you giggled. "You're the one who made me this way."

"And had fun doin' it, baby," he said contentedly, kissing your temple. It was quiet for a moment, just blissful silence filling the air as he held you close, a hand on your stomach. You enjoyed moments like these, where no words were needed and his presence filled your heart fully. He was always there, but when he was this close...it was all you could think of.

Suddenly he sat up straight. "You've gotta eat somethin'."

"Billy," you giggled, tugging on his sleeve. "You're babying me."

"Well you've got my baby in you so that feels right, don't it?" Billy chucked you under the chin lightly. "C'mon, the doctor said you've gotta keep your tummy full. Of food, too."

Exhaling in sweet exasperation, you shifted forward to stand up. "Alright, let me-"

"Ah ah ah," Billy gently leaned you back again, dragging the blanket over your lap. "No movin'. I'll get somethin' for you."

"I'm allowed to move," you tried, but he shook his head firmly, bending forward and kissing your forehead with a smack.

"I can get my girl somethin' to eat." He thumbed your cheek. trailing off into the kitchen. You shook your head, though a smile remained on your face as the sounds of things clattering around in the cabinets emanated from the space.

Watching him walk away reminded you of exactly how the baby had gotten into you, and you enjoyed the view, sighing and leaning back. Billy had been more than generous with how insatiable you'd been due to your hormones- an interesting side effect of your pregnancy.

When Billy returned with a bowl of fresh strawberries you were delighted, reaching out with grabby hands. He laughed, sitting beside you and balancing the bowl on your belly. "Sweet berries for my sweet girl."

When he sat beside you, you steadied a hand on his cheek, tilting back and pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Thank you, my love."

"You're very welcome, honey," he murmured, holding to you and pressing a kiss to your hair. "Gotta make sure you 'n baby're happy."

"We're very happy," you smiled, lifting a berry to your lips and relishing the taste. Sweet and tangy, just what you'd wanted, even without you knowing it. Billy really did know you inside and out.

He secured his arms around you, chin finding a place on your shoulder as he nosed into your neck. "You look so pretty."

"I'm fat now," you pouted, letting the bowl rest against your chest atop your stomach. It was a handy feature, but it only emphasized your new state.

"Aww, not in the slightest, darlin'." Billy pulled you to sit across his thighs, cheek pressed to your hair. "Pregnant looks damn good on you."

"Hmm." You leaned against his chest, enjoying the last of your strawberries as the sinking sun warmed you both right up, feeling your child flutter in your belly as if excited by the love of its parents.

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley takes you out, and it's clear he remembers all the details you told him. He even treats you to a trip to the batting cages, and at the end of the night, he's more than happy to give you a little tour of the Bronco.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing and smut (18+)

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

You locked yourself away in your bedroom as soon as Molly arrived and reread the text Bradley had sent earlier this morning. You had picked out a cute sundress to wear tonight, but now you were scrambling to change up your outfit.

Bradley Bradshaw: I wanted to surprise you tonight, Kitten, but I need to make sure you wear appropriate attire. I want to take you to the batting cages after dinner. You mind wearing sneakers?

You didn't mind doing anything he wanted. 

Quickly you perused all of the jeans you had lined up on your bed. You chose the pair that had a few casual rips and made your butt look good. You paired them with a flattering black top and some casual slip on sneakers. And then you focused on getting your hair and makeup in order. 

While you were a little hesitant for Everett to know you were going out with his coach tonight, you didn't see any way to hide it. He was making a pillow and blanket fort with your sister in the living room at the moment, and you figured Bradley would want to see him when he came to pick you up. 

As you were swiping another layer of mascara on your lashes and double checking yourself in the mirror, you heard Molly yell, "He's here!"

Your heart was absolutely racing as you capped your makeup and ran down the stairs just as you saw Bradley approaching your porch through the front window.

"Coach is here!" Everett called as you opened the door for him. Bradley was holding a bouquet of flowers in each hand, and he looked impossibly handsome. 

"Hi," he greeted all three of you, since Molly and Ev were now crowding around the door as well. 

"Hi, Coach. Come on in," you told him, nudging your sister out of the way with your leg. 

"I got one of these for you," he said, handing you some flowers. "And one for you," he told Molly, handing her the other bouquet with a smile. "Thanks for making tonight happen."

You would have been a little concerned about the way Molly was looking up at him if she was any other woman except for your sister.

"And this is for you," Bradley told Everett, extracting a baseball card from his back pocket. 

Everett's eyes went wide. "A baseball card? It's a Phillies player!"

"Yeah," Bradley replied with a laugh. "Do you collect them?"

"No," Everett whispered, gently turning the card over in his hands. You were ready to cancel dinner and the batting cages and take this man right up to your bedroom. The way he treated your son was perhaps the sexiest thing about him.

"Well, I do. That's one of mine, but you can have it," Bradley told him. "If you want to collect them, too, I'll get you a binder to keep them in."

Now both Molly and Everett were looking at Bradley like they never wanted him to leave their presence. 

"You ready to go?" he asked you softly, and you realized you were quite mesmerized by him too. 

"I'll take care of these for you," Molly said, gently pulling the flowers out of your hand. "Go have fun."

"Oh, Molly," Bradley added with a grin. "Bob says hi."

You turned and looked at your sister, and she was biting her lip and trying not to smile. That was interesting. 

When Bradley held out his hand, you laced your fingers with his, and both of you waved goodbye to Everett. 

Bradley opened the passenger door and helped you climb into the Bronco, but before he closed it, you gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks for the flowers. And Molly's flowers. And Everett's baseball card. You're really fucking sweet."

Bradley laughed and kissed you a little harder. "We're just getting started, Kitten."

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The flowers and baseball card seemed to have the unexpected but also desirable effect of your hands constantly on Bradley. 

You held his hand as he drove to the beach and found a parking space. You linked your fingers with his while he led you along the boardwalk to get burgers. And you wrapped your arms around his waist while you waited in line. 

"Okay, Kitten. I know it looks like I put in very little effort here, but you told me you like cheap burgers."

You looked up at him, your chin grazing his chest while you laughed. "My favorite."

"These ones are good," he promised you, guiding you up to the window when it was time to order. You turned around in Bradley's arms, and now it was his turn to get his hands on you. He listened to you rattle off your burger order as he stood behind you and let his hands settle on your waist. 

"Make it two," Bradley told the guy who was working once you were done ordering. "And you're holding something special back there for me as well."

You turned and looked up at Bradley over your shoulder, but he just shrugged and gave you his most innocent face.

"What?" he asked, trying not to laugh. 

"You're going to go out of your way to make tonight perfect, aren't you?"

"Of course, Kitten."

He watched your brow crease. "Huh. I never went out anywhere with Frank. Same goes for Danny. Unless you count dinner at Red Lobster after our quickie courthouse wedding."

That was the second time you had mentioned how badly your douchebag ex husband and coworker fling had treated you. Bradley desperately wanted more information, but a bag of burgers and a bottle of chilled champagne were being handed to him through the window.

"Veuve Clicquot? That's like a hundred dollars a bottle!" you said when the champagne caught your eye. 

"Oh, that's how you pronounce it? I just asked the woman at the store what to get for someone I was trying to impress."

You looked giddy as he handed it to you. "Well you can go back and tell her that you did a great job with that."

Bradley led you back to the Bronco where he pulled out the heavy blanket he had stashed on the backseat. "Feel like watching the sunset on the beach?"

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You and Bradley ate your burgers side by side on the blanket, facing the setting sun and the Pacific Ocean with paper cups of champagne. 

"Your job sounds a lot more exciting than mine," you commented after he told you about the six months he spent on an aircraft carrier last year.

"Kitten. Six months in the middle of the ocean with nobody to hang out with except Bob. Are you insane?"

You laughed and turned to look at him after you finished your food. "Are you insane? Bob is a literal angel! He's the sweetest man!"

"Hey, now. Did Bob ever buy you a three dollar burger? I don't think so."

You laughed harder as he leaned a little closer and kissed your cheek. "No, he never did that." Then your eyes went wide. "Why did you tell my sister that Bob said hi?"

Bradley shrugged. "They were pretty chatty after practice on Monday. Bob usually flirts by talking about income taxes or recipes he tried out. But Molly was laughing. Quite a bit. You have to bring her to another practice and see it for yourself."

You squeaked. "Molly thinks he's hot."

You watched Bradley grin and rub his hand over his mustache.

"And I still think he's so sweet," you added. "And so do all the other tee ball moms. You should hear what they say about the two of you."

"What do they say?" he asked, sounding slightly concerned. 

You snorted and shook your head. "That your arms are the size of fire hydrants. That you and Bob could take turns bench pressing them. That they would love a tour of your Bronco. I thought that one sounded like an innuendo, but I'm not exactly sure."

He smirked at you. "I'm only giving a tour of my Bronco to you."

"So... it is an innuendo then," you said, teasing him as he topped off your cup of champagne. 

"Don't take this the wrong way, Kitten, but is there a reason why you decided to get involved with that shitty guy from work?"

You glanced down at the blanket and scrunched up your nose. Frank had been an easy, convenient option, or at least that's what you had told yourself. When you looked up at Bradley, you took a deep breath and said, "I didn't think I could do better."

Bradley almost dropped the bottle of champagne, barely catching it before it hit the blanket. 

"Are you fucking joking?"

"No," you said quietly. 

"Jesus, Kitten. You could do way better than me, and I'd like to think I'm an upgrade from Frank who doesn't know how to take no for an answer."

You turned to look at the sun as it started to dip below the horizon, illuminating everything in orange. But your eyes were drawn back to Bradley and his beautiful face.

"See, Coach, the thing is... Frank was already an upgrade over Danny. We only got married, because I was pregnant. We weren't really even together."

"Kitten," he whispered, hooking his fingers underneath your chin and running his thumb along your lips.

"It's really all okay, because I got Everett out of the deal." The last thing you wanted was for Bradley to feel bad for you. Your life turned out better than you ever thought it would when you were still married. 

"Your son thinks you're cool," he said with a smile, and you smiled back. "I grew up without a dad, too. It scares me a bit how much I can relate to Everett."

You leaned into his palm where it was cupping your cheek. "What happened to your dad?"

"He died when I was four. And my mom died when I was nineteen."

You felt your face crumble as you scrambled across the blanket to reach for him. 

"It's okay, Kitten," he said with a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "It was a long time ago."

"That just makes me want to hug you more," you told him, your words muffled against his neck. The deep laughter that rumbled in his chest made you push him back until he was laying on the blanket with you on top of him, your cheek resting on his chest.

Bradley tucked one arm behind his head and kissed your hair while he kept his other arm around your back. The two of you ended up watching the sun disappear from view and the sky start to turn purple with you draped across him, not saying a word until the first few stars were twinkling. 

"You ready to visit one of my favorite places with me?" Bradley asked softly when you tipped your chin up to look at him.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked, biting your lip as he parked at the batting cages. "I'm not even sure I know how to hold a bat correctly."

"I thought you were a pro now, Kitten. Watched all those YouTube videos."

You shot him a playfully scathing look as you unbuckled your seatbelt. 

"But don't worry," he added, leaning across the seat to kiss you. "I'm gonna be a lot more hands on." 

You pressed your lips together and nodded, and Bradley was excited for this. 

It was dark out now, but the bright stadium lights allowed this place to stay open late. There were some teenagers and another couple here as well, and Bradley led you inside to pay.

The air conditioner was blasting, and Bradley immediately opened his arms for you to snuggle against him. "Hi, one cage for an hour, please," he said, handing over his credit card. You were snuggling against him, but your lips also found their way to his neck as he quickly signed his credit card receipt. Bradley grunted your name as you kissed him, contemplating just taking you back to the car.

"Show me how to play baseball," you whispered. "I want to be a power hitter, too."

Bradley laughed and took you by the hand. "You gonna behave?"

You just shrugged as he led you to the helmets and helped you select one in your size. He grabbed one as well, along with two bats, and headed to the assigned cage with you, popping the gate open and then closing it behind you both. The sounds of other people hitting balls and laughing filled the air. 

"Keep your helmet on the whole time, okay?" He wiggled it onto your head and then gave you a kiss. "Want me to go first? Show you where to stand?"

"Yes, Coach Bradley," you said with a smirk. He wanted to wipe that smirk off your face with his lips. 

Instead he hummed as he positioned you in the corner of the chainlink cage and put his own helmet on. He turned the pitching machine on and set it to the highest speed. 

"See that light?" he asked, pointing down to the far end where the machine stood. "When I press the button to signal that I am ready for some pitches, it will change from red to green before each ball gets launched."

"Okay," you nodded, letting him know you understood.

"I have it set on fast, but I come here a lot. We can slow it down when it's your turn." Bradley pressed the button one more time and watched the light change to green as he got into his batting stance. He took a dozen pitches, hitting all of them hard up into the mesh or down along the ground. 

Maybe Bob was right; maybe he should join the officers rec league. He'd probably be better than everyone else, but maybe he could pitch instead of playing shortstop. He thought Everett might like to come watch him play. You and he could sit in the bleachers and cheer for him, and then Bradley could take Everett to pick out some baseball cards at the flea market in Coronado. 

"I know it sounds cliche, but keep your eye on the ball," he told you, hitting a few more pitches. "That's more important when you're hitting against a real pitcher than a machine, from a safety standpoint. But it's still important."

"You're all about safety, huh? I think it's part of the reason you make such a good tee ball coach." 

He turned and glanced at you. He hadn't really considered that he might be doing a good job at coaching the team; he usually deferred to Bob most of the time. But he was enjoying more aspects of coaching than he thought he would be. 

When he was done with his second round of pitches, he paused the machine and picked up the smaller bat. "Super into safety, Kitten. You have any idea how upset I'd be if you got hurt because of something I could have prevented?"

You took the bat from him and said, "Tell me."

"Devastated," he whispered, hooking one finger through your belt loop and pulling you toward him while he backed away. "Ready to give this a try?"

He turned you so you were in position with him standing behind you. "Plant your back foot over this way," he said, gently pushing your right foot back with his. "And then bend your knees a little more. Perfect."

"How do I hold the bat?" you asked over your shoulder.

Bradley wrapped his arms around you, and helped you place your hands where they needed to go. His front was pressed against your back, and he could feel the friction of his jeans rubbing against yours. 

"Like this," he rasped. You had goosebumps on your arms, even though it was still warm outside, and you were leaning back against him a bit.

When you were in position, he let his hands trail the length of your arms and down your sides until they settled on your hips. He'd been dying to be able to touch you freely like this for weeks, and now you were egging him on. 

"Like this?" you asked, your voice practically a moan as you pressed your ass back against him.

"Just like that," he agreed, letting his fingers slide up inside your shirt, making you giggle as he caressed your skin. "You ready for me to turn it on?" He squeezed you with both hands before letting go.

"I thought it was turned on," you mumbled before turning your face toward him and saying, "Yes, coach."

Bradley laughed as he selected the slowest pitch speed. "Watch for the green light, Kitten."

You swung too late at the first pitch, missing it completely. Same for the second and third pitches as well.

"You're swinging a little late, but you look good. Really good," he promised, staring at your ass as you swung a little earlier this time. You almost had the timing down, but you were just not quite there yet. "I'm pausing it for a minute." Bradley watched you bend to pick up one of the balls and he groaned. "Fuck."

"What?" you asked innocently. 

"You know what, Kitten. You love teasing me," he said, taking the ball out of your hand and tossing it toward the mesh fencing. He was a little hard now; something about the combination of your body and watching you try to hit a ball was really doing it for him. 

"Get me back into position?" you asked, and Bradley had his hands all over you again. When you wiggled slowly against him, he groaned before releasing you. 

"Focus. Let's try this again. Remember to swing earlier," he said, adjusting himself as the machine sent a pitch your way. 

You missed the first pitch and groaned. You missed the second one, still swinging a little late.

"Come on, show me where Everett gets his skills from," Bradley told you. "You can do it, Kitten."

Then you nailed the third pitch, sending the ball up into the netting. "Oh my god, did you see that?" you screeched. 

"Sure did! But pay attention, you've got more pitches coming."

You hit the next few in a row as well, and then Bradley turned off the machine and caught you just as you jumped into his arms. 

You dropped the bat to the ground and kissed him. "I'm a power hitter," you whispered against his lips with a smile. Bradley pulled off your helmet and let that fall to the ground too. He held your lips to his with a firm hand at the back of your neck.

He was certain you could tell he was a little hard, the way you were moving against him. "You proud of yourself?" he asked. 

That simple question could have so many meanings, but the way you gasped, "Yes," had him slipping his fingers underneath your shirt again. 

He kneaded your skin softly while you kissed him, and he finally managed to say, "Let's get out of here, Kitten."

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The short ride back to your house was quiet, the air in the Bronco thick with anticipation. Bradley must know you couldn't invite him inside tonight. Even if you could sneak him in and back out again, you weren't going to do it when Molly was there.  

When Bradley pulled into your driveway and cut the engine you had your seatbelts off immediately. "Come here, Kitten," he whispered, easing his seat back and rubbing his thigh. He groaned as you crawled across the seat toward him and kept his hands planted at his sides until you were straddling his right thigh. 

"This is technically our third date, right?" you asked, licking your lips.

"That's right," he confirmed.

"Makes this okay, then," you whispered. You were wet; you could tell your underwear was soaked from the anticipation of the ride home. But it felt so good pressing yourself against him, like you were quenching a need you didn't even know you had before tonight. 

"Hi, Coach," you said softly, scooting up along his thigh with a soft gasp as your hands came to rest on his shoulders. 

Bradley's hands found your hips in the darkness, and then his lips and mustache were on your neck. "Hi, Kitten." He bit you softly, and your head tipped back slowly, your body arching against his. 

You could feel yourself slowly grinding against his leg, and then you stopped yourself, embarrassed. You were like a cat in heat, humping his thigh. 

Digging your fingers into his soft hair, you pulled his head back so you could get your lips on his. "Don't stop, baby," he commanded, hands on your hips guiding your core slowly along his thigh. "Feel good?" his breaths were a little shorter, and his voice was deeper now. The interior of the Bronco was so quiet, every single tiny noise either of you made felt impossibly amplified. 

"Feels so good," you whined softly, right next to his ear, and he jerked his leg up against you, making you cry out his name. 

"That's right, Kitten. I'll take care of you," he promised. "Give you what you need."

You nodded vigorously, lips parted before you mashed your mouth to his, letting him invade you with his tongue and taste your teeth. He swallowed all of your moans as he pushed his hands higher up your shirt until he was pulling it off. You were moving against him slowly, his huge palms warm on your back as the cool air hit your skin. 

Bradley leaned back against the seat and smiled at you. "Been dying to see everything since you sent me those dirty photos while you were at work."

His fingers found their way between the fabric of your plain black bra and your skin, and you could hear yourself begging him to unhook it. 

When you felt the fabric slide away from your breasts, only to be replaced by his rough thumbs, you became one hundred percent certain that he was going to make you orgasm with your jeans still on. 

"So pretty," he whispered, toying gently with your breasts while you moved your hips along his thigh, your movements becoming a little more erratic. 

"Bradley," you gasped, a little nervous about what was going to happen. "Is this okay?" Your voice was quavering. 

"I love it," he promised before his lips wrapped around your tight nipple, and you were practically seeing stars. Your underwear was slick and soaking wet as your clit was met with the perfect amount of pressure. 

Bradley sucked harder on your right nipple, palming your left breast a little roughly. "Oh, god," you gasped. He was amazing. He was doing everything you needed him to with almost no prompting. 

"Fucking gorgeous," he murmured, brushing your wet, hard nipple with his lips and mustache. Now you were bucking against him as he devoured you, all needy lips and gentle teeth. Bradley held your chest to his lips, both hands on your back as your legs started to shake.

"Oh!" you cried out into the darkness. "Bradley!" 

"Cum, baby." He was swirling his tongue against you as you stuttered and clenched deliciously around nothing, soaking your panties even more. 

You rode out your orgasm until your hips were barely rocking against him. Bradley was rock hard inside his jeans, pressing against your right leg, and when you reached for his zipper, he eased you back along the seat with his knee pressing firmly against your core.

Once you had eased his zipper down, you reached inside to stroke him through his underwear. He hissed for you when you squeezed him gently. He was huge. He was going to make you feel so good all over again.

Your phone alarm started to screech inside your purse, and Bradley whacked his head on the passenger door while you scrambled beneath him.

"I'm so sorry," you said breathlessly, reaching to try to silence your phone, but it took you a few seconds to find it. "Sorry."

Bradley just grunted and kissed your cheek. "Is that your cue to end our third date?" he asked through clenched teeth. 

"I'm sorry," you said again.

He was still holding himself above you, and you assumed he was still hard when you started to reach for him. But he eased himself away from you, and you wanted to scream out that it wasn't fair. 

"Bradley," you whispered, but he was already helping you up to a seated position. When you reached for his jeans again, he stopped you, and brought your hand up to his lips. 

"It's okay, Kitten. We'll have more time another day," he told you, reaching for your bra and helping you put it on. 

"I'm sorry, Bradley. It's just that Molly has to work tomorrow, and I promised I wouldn't be out-"

He quieted you with a kiss, letting his forehead rest against yours. 

"I had fun with you tonight." His breath was hot against your face. "I want to go out with you again."

"Me too," you agreed right away. That wasn't even a question in your mind. 

He pulled your shirt over your head before he popped open the passenger door. The air outside felt freezing as you stepped down onto your driveway, but Bradley followed you out, zipping up his jeans before wrapping his arm around you. 

As he walked you up to your door, you bit your lip and nudged his semi hard length with your palm, and he groaned before he started to laugh. 

"I'm sorry about that," you said with a grin. 

"Don't be, Kitten," he said and then kissed you. "Got you off. That was more important."

You squeaked as his lips met your neck. "Nobody else has ever made me cum like that," you whispered into the cool air. Bradley groaned against your skin, making you clench as you added, "Frank couldn't get me off at all. I had to think about you to be able to finish."

Bradley froze and then backed you up against your porch railing, examining your face. "You thought about me when you were with another man?" he growled, and you trembled.

"Yes," you whispered, and he was pushing himself against you and tasting your tongue again. You were about to chance taking him up to your bedroom with you, but your neighbor's motion activated light turned on and lit up your entire porch. 

Bradley pulled his mouth away from yours, but he was panting now, and his cock was twitching against your belly.

"I'll be thinking about that forever," he promised, looking at you in awe. He exhaled a ragged breath and said, "Go inside. I'll see you at the game tomorrow, Kitten."

You moaned as he stepped away from you and guided you to the door by your shoulders. "Good night, Coach." With one more kiss, you were opening your front door and letting your fingers brush against his. 

When you closed your door and leaned against it, you saw Molly was smirking from your couch, holding a book on her lap. 

"Oh my, look at you," she said, making you grin and giggle. "The two of you were sitting in the driveway for an awfully long time."

"Shut up," you mumbled, still smiling at her as she started to grab her things so she could leave. "Thanks, Molly."

After your sister left, you were too jittery to go to bed. Your skin felt flushed with heat, so you stripped down to your bra and damp underwear and fell back onto your bed, a puddle of satiated lust. 

You giggled as you thought of the state Bradley left in. You grabbed your phone and texted him.

Sorry I left you with such a big problem to take care of.

He texted back so quickly, you were scrambling to see what he said. 

Bradley Bradshaw: I just got home. I'm about to take care of it, Kitten.

You sucked air into your lungs, heart pounding as you wrote back.

Just how big of a problem is it?

He attached a photo that had your jaw dropping open. His cock was huge, tenting his gray boxer shorts. And he was grabbing himself through the fabric. You groaned as you were filled with need once again.

Bradley Bradshaw: Massive.

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Massive. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 10

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[lady-charinette]

Forever obsessed with the fact that Kyu-chan had most likely taken care of the medical aspect of Rei's recovery after he shot himself in the arm and Kazuki and Miri being there for him every step of the way.

Kazuki explaining to Miri that Papa Rei had a bad accident at work and wouldn't really be able to use his arm the way he used to.

Miri being sad at first bc that meant Papa Rei won't be able to play video games with her anymore or hold her. Miri brightening herself up by saying Papa Rei is still Papa Rei, with two functional arms or just one, so she would do everything she could to help him recover.

Kazuki tearing up and hugging his girl and whispering what a good and sweet child she is, that both he and Rei are lucky to be able to call her their daughter. Miri hugging her papa & kissing his cheek.

Rei eavesdropping overhearing from his room, his jaw clenching in an effort to try and keep the tears at bay. They still roll down his cheeks and he quietly wipes them away.

Months of occupational therapy, Kazuki trying to find honest work, Miri going to daycare and trying to cheer up Rei and help him in the house. They're staying at another safe house of Kyu-chan's until they're able to rent their own place.

Miri sometimes rubbing and poking Rei's arm to see if he has any reaction, she grows sad when he doesn't but he just smiles and ruffles her hair, telling her he was fine as long as they all stayed together.

The quiet, tender moments in the evening when Miri is already sound asleep, safe in her bed from any threats. Where Rei is trying to change for bed but his shirt gets stuck on his head with only one arm pulling at it in one direction. Feeling two helping hands pull his shirt off the rest of the way.

Kazuki is holding out his Rei's PJ's to him, at first he refuses to accept help to get dressed, it was embarrassing, he was a grown man.

Kazuki just swats his hands away, all the while snarling what a stubborn bastard he was, but his touch was gentle and careful as he guided Rei's arms into the shirt sleeves and helped him pull up sleeping pants. Rei vehemently insisted on being able to go to the toilet ALONE, but Kazuki still hovered over the closed door from the other side just in case "Rei fell over, hit his head on the tile floor and someone had to fucking call the ambulance".

Kazuki changing for bed himself before he brushes teeth together with Rei. They grow comfortably silent, marveling at how they managed to escape with their lives, how peaceful things were (for now).

They still tense at the slightest sound, Rei reflexively tries to reach for the knife at his night desk, but he forgets he can't use his left arm and makes a mental note to move his knife to the other side for easier access.

Kazuki has multiple weapons; a short knife in the top drawer, a baseball bat under the bed and a small handgun tucked in his underwear drawer (he knew that was the safest place where Miri wouldn't look and couldn't reach). Since Rei was no longer a human weapon, he had to step up and protect both him and Miri in case Rei's father changes his mind and goes after them.

They still need time to fall asleep, Rei feels the phantom pain of the gun wound on his arm, the spot grows tense and spasms randomly throughout the day.

As if sensing his discomfort, Kazuki would reach over and gently massage Rei's arm.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to."

They fall silent again, Rei exhaling at the way his muscles relax again thanks to Kazuki's ministrations. He sinks further into the soft bed, no longer sleeping in the cold hard bathtub. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. You want an ice-pack?"

"No."

Kazuki had argued the mini fridge in their bedroom was purchased for the sole purpose of storing ice packs for Rei, but it looked suspiciously full of pudding and other sweets for Kazuki to munch on at random intervals during the night.

They fall into a comfortable silence again, until Rei quietly whispers into the darkness. "How is job hunting going?"

Kazuki snorted. "They ask all sorts of questions. What does it matter if can't handle accounting stuff when I work as a waiter? Someone else should count the money after work! Sheesh, they drive me crazy with all those extra questions too! 'What do you like to do in your free time?', 'Why did you leave your previous workplace?', 'Why would you like to work for us?'. Duh, to make money. Besides, it's not like I can just say my previous line of work got a little too dangerous and we almost got killed infiltrating my partner's mafia family mansion."

Rei chuckled quietly. "I don't think that would be a good answer."

Kazuki mirrored his chuckle. "Yeah, neither do I. But...I should find work soon. I will find work soon. So that I can support you and Miri properly and you can rest up well."

Rei tensed again beside him and Kazuki's hand shot out to caress his arm. "Tense, again?"

Rei didn't answer. "Rei?"

A muffled sob filled the silence and Kazuki's lips stretched into a small smile in understanding.

Rei tried to silence any sounds that might escape him, but the overwhelming emotion crushing his chest like a vice had him struggling to keep his composure.

This time, Kazuki's hand touched him again but instead of massaging his arm, he moved to tenderly grab Rei's head and pull him into a hug.

Rei tried to struggle at first, but just sunk into his embrace without much fight after a few seconds.

Kazuki held him close, fingers tenderly running through his messy black hair. He knew what Rei wanted to convey without him uttering any words.

Thank you, Kazuki.

They were safe and together and that was all that mattered.

[slippinninque]

✨A Different Perspective ✨

Fontaine x Reader

Warnings: cursing, reader has a bad friend, something a bit different from me lmao, reader's nickname is Lil'Bit, before-work-fic so might have some errors lol

Tatianna had him eating out the palm of her hand. She caught his eye wandering more than once, when she jammed to her favorite song or pulled down her dress from where it was riding up.

She laughed at what Big Moss had to say, putting herself close to Fontaine so they would brush against one another whenever the crowd surged. More than once she used his shoulders or forearm to steady herself, flashing him a grateful smile.

This close, Tatianna knew that he liked what he saw. Compared to some of the other girls he rocked with, none of them could compare. Not that Lil’Bit wasn’t cute, but what did Miss. New York say? Goregous devours cute.

Once the night was over, and once Tatianna went home with him—she will find a way to make it up to Lil’Bit before breaking up with her and the other girls.

She sighed as she recalled the last conversation she had with the others when they cornered her after seeing her with Fontaine.

“A dope boy and a lil’ librarian ain’t going to mix.” Tatianna said patiently, “I’m just helpin’ her out to see. Saving everyone’s time.”

"You’re embarrassing yourself"

“Listen, don't even trip over this. Tati, girl, just...chill and we won’t even tell Lil’Bit. Ain’t gonna matter anyway—you know that.”

"Whatever. Do what you want—don’t come lookin’ for us when yo’ raggedy ass needs a ride home.”

Tatianna put away her lip-gloss with a sigh, head shaking.

If they didn’t understand Tatianna’s reasoning, then it was more proof that it was time to move along anyway. They were too grown to keep quoting those little ‘girl codes’ at her. Tatianna didn’t have to follow any code that wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

Lil’Bit wasn’t woman enough to close the deal with ‘Taine but Tati was. No little ‘are-they-aren’t-they?’ was going to stop her.

Blowing a kiss to herself in the mirror, it was time to go out and finish out strong. She left the restroom and went back into the mix.

The stank glares and uppity side-eyes were well worth it. It was only confirmation that Tati was looking as good as she felt.

Tatianna could have the whole party if she wanted. Her body was banging and she could snatch a man with less than a sentence. Lil’Bit’s sugar sweet self was playing out of her league. It was a mercy to rip the band-aid off.

A quick scan of the crowd made her frown. Tatianna went further, scanning the bar and checking out the darkened corners. She gently batted away the homies who couldn’t hold to her and circled the function twice more.

Her mood soured as she realized Fontaine was no where to be found.

Narrowing her eyes at the duo across the room, Tatianna nearly stormed to them. The other half of this little-girl quartet that they’ve hung onto since college. Lina’s tall ass openly grinned with devilish red lips as Grace poorly hid hers into her cup, adorned nails clinking teasingly along the rim as she tried to ignore Tatianna.

She stepped in front of her and hissed, “What did ya’ll do?”

“I’d check your tone, we ain't been cool since we got out the restroom.” Grace pressed closer to her girl, echoing Lina’s mirthful expression, “We don’t know anyway.”

Tatianna sucked her teeth and looked expectantly at Lina who only shrugged, eyes going over her head and taking another sip. It did burn a little. Lina was often the neutral one that Tatianna could gain some understanding from—but of course it would be different now that it was about Lil' Miss. Perfect.

“So y'all ain’t say nothing to Fontaine?”

“What the fuck would I have to say to that man? I ain’t even know you were gonna be here, let alone him. I ain’t that nigga’s keeper…”

Tatianna flushed with building anger and her teeth gritted as she snapped at the bustling bartender for a drink. She could barely think straight so the matching, knowing grins between her acquaintances were lost to her.

There was one face that kept popping up, though. She refused to be bested…

“Is Lil’Bit here, then?”

“Haven’t seen her either.” Grace shrugged, “But if she was, you should already know what time it is.”

“I ain’t worried—you should know that.”

Lina finally cracked, laughing and shaking her head, “Imma tell you what, it’s crazy that ‘Bit’s been sparing yo’ ass for so long.”

“Sparing me? Girl, you’re outta your mind--!”

She was cut off by the bartender presenting her with her vodka, straight. Tatianna sighed. There was no reason for her to even argue. They would never be on her side, anyway.

Tatianna had to get what she wanted. If it meant a stealing away a few toys that weren’t hers, so be it. If it called for leaving out undesirables to achieve her aesthetic, so be it.

Fontaine was different, though. He was who Tatianna was meant for. What could he possible do with someone like Lil’Bit?

“Look at them gears turning in that head.”

Tatianna glared at Grace and was about to tell her where she could shove her drink when the flash of a familiar jacket caught her eye.

Her heard thudded as Fontaine’s eyes caught onto hers, his stride now purposeful as he came toward them. Had he seen her looking for him? Was he looking for her too.

Fontaine tossed something up in the air. It sailed over Tatianna’s head and Lina caught it with a surprised noise.

“ ‘Bit spilled a bit on her dress. ‘M gonna take her back real quick to change.”

Tatianna was stunned. She caught a glimpse of a familiar smiley-face key chain as Lina tucked Lil’Bit’s car keys into her jacket. Fontaine guesture to Tatianna drew her attention and she watched him began to back away.

“She said one of ya’ll gotta give ol’ girl a ride home.”

Tatianna bit the inside of her cheek, staring into Fontaine’s face despite his completely looking over her.

Ol'girl? He can't be fucking serious....

“Tell Big Bit we got it handled” Grace nodded with glee visible on her face, “Matter ‘fact, I’ll text her myself. Drive safe!”

“See ya’ll when you come back.” Lina sing-songed as she whipped her phone out.

Fontaine nodded and when he turned to leave, Tatianna blurted out, “Tell her I said...thank...you…”

He had walked off as soon her mouth opened and it was doubtful he even heard what she said over the music. Lina was bent at the waist, laughing her ass off while Grace looked at Tatianna as if to say there you have it!

Taking her drink, Tatianna turned and stalked away.

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Tatianna followed Fontaine out the function am but lost him soon after getting through the packed entrance.

There was an overflow of people who preferred the cool air to the stuffy vibes on the inside, but remained just as lively.

Her ears perked at the sound of Fontaine's voice among the crowd, your words lost to her as she crept around to the near deserted back parking lot. Tatianna peeked just enough around the brick to see Fontaine setting you up onto the trunk of his car.

You said something beneath the furious buzzing in her ears. Reaching out and scratching at Fontaine's chin while he kneaded your thighs in that plain-jane ass skirt you loved.

Fontaine grunted as he leaned closer, “Don’t mean shit to me��she don’t act like she’s yo’ friend…”

“It's my fault, she called dibs on you just after we met, I should have said something... "

Tatianna flushed cold. Fontaine’s mumble made you laugh, a breathless noise she never heard you make.

“I don’t give a fuck 'bout no dibs.” Fontaine was all growls now, pressing forward and then pressing a heated kiss to your lips. Your hands scrambled along the green of this Pontiac as you squeaked something out Tatianna, again, couldn’t understand.

“I know all I need to know 'bout that chick but back to you. Wearin’ this shit around me like you don’t know no better—keep them pretty eyes open while I'm talkin' to you...”

"I thought you liked my skirt? You sure a little librarian is enough for you?"

The mimic of Tatianna’s own words made her head spin. How long had you known? How long had Fontaine known?

Your laugh crinkled between a moan as Fontaine went to your neck, hands at your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Sure as fuck,” Fontaine snapped, “Aint little no fuckin' where, Big Bit. You're my woman. Say it.”

“But you said--

Tatianna flinched at how quick Fontaine took hold of your face. Where she would have probably started going off, you only grinned at him as if he finally gave up the candy you wanted.

“Don’t play with me, pretty. I’m tryin’ to be patient, you deserve patient. I ain’t gonna entertain that bold-ass lil’ friend of yours, though. This is the last week. Next Friday, everyone better know who you with. They better know ‘bout me.”

He then leaned in, latching back onto your neck and making you whine despite the blissed out smile on your face, “Okay, okay don’t eat me!”

“Say. It.”

He hadn’t let your face go and Tatianna turned away from your giggly echo. Shock numbing her as she recalled the last few weeks. Where had she gone wrong?

Tatianna pushed away the immediate thoughts of all the crushes and beaus she effortlessly swipped out from beneath you. Pretending that it only her duty as a friend to make sure your suitors were genuine, that she couldn't see the hurt in your face.

Tatianna stopped in the shadows of the entrance, ignoring the hopeful once overs being aimed her way. She couldn't bare to go back inside empty handed and one-upped but...she did need a ride.

Her eyes caught with an option who had some nice looking braids, but her heart wasn't in the wink she tossed him.

Maybe once she saw the bottom of her cup, then it would be easier to make a choice.

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[the-fiction-witch]

GIRL P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins (Younger Jack Naval Years)

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT AF

Part One

She took me into the small room with a bed, vanity, wardrobe and a window that looked out to the sea, I very quickly felt nervous frankly terrified of this girl. The sound of music and people in the tavern bellow muffled as well as the muffled sounds of sex from other rooms, She smiled and sat on the bed, she patted the bed beside her invitingly so I sheepily went over and sat beside her.

"Hi," she smiled gently,

"Hi…" I blushed,

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah… sorry… I errr… I've never done this before."

"Oh? The transition or the action?"

"…Both."

"Both?" She giggled, "Really?"

"Yeah, I err joined at fourteen and been shipped around ever since guess I never kinda…"

"Aww that's so sweet," she cooed, "We don't have to if you don't want to, I don't mind."

"No, no… I- I want to." I blushed, "If nothing else it stops them bugging me about it,"

"Alright, I promise I'll be slow and gentle and if you need me to stop just tell me okay?"

"Okay…" I nodded,

"So? You ready?"

"….Yeah,"

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." He nodded,

She moved closer with a smile and batted her nose against my own, I admit it was nice feeling her soft skin against my own, inhaling her scent of lavender and fresh linen, her sweet eyes looking into my own, she gently took my hand and I squeezed back trying to hide my excitement but I couldn't… not any longer. I moved my hand to her neck my thumb on her cheek and pulled her into a kiss, she tasted as good as she smelt her lips were soft and sweet immediately my hormones of being on a ship with nothing but other grimy men took over and I began to moan into the kiss our lips moved against each other with passion and enthusiasm. She pulled back and softly kissed down my neck so I grabbed her hair to pull her closer as every one of her kisses against my skin burnt like a hot fire against me, she giggled against my neck between her kisses but she jumped as my hands grabbed her breasts through her dress I fondled them and squeezed them excitedly, they felt amazing! I never wanted to stop.

"Ohh… Hello," she giggled, "Excitable then?"

"Sorry, I uhh…"

"It's alright enjoy yourself." she cooed as she kept kissing me,

I let out a moan that almost sounded like a whine when she let me hold her breasts, they felt so soft and squishy in my hands that I never wanted to let her go, she smirked between the kisses and began to stroke my clothes.

“May I?”

“Ohh uhh yeah…” I nodded taking my jacket off for her,

She bit her lip and stroked down my suspenders with a wicked smile, she kissed down my neck and down my shirt, her every kiss sparking fire against my skin, I tugged her hair excitedly the lower she got my whole body tingling feeling my hand and her head getting lower and lower closer to where throbbed with desire for her affection. I gasped as she undid my trousers and slipped her hand in soon enough her soft fingers met my erection.

“Oooohh god-” I groaned,

She smiled kissing my stomach as her hand trailed me from base to tip, her fingers stroked my shaft and teased every inch of me before her thumb began to rub on my head,

“uughh!” I groaned, leaning back my elbows on her bed, all that kept me up, “uuhhhh!” My hips bucked towards her hand feeling her rubbing my already oversensitive head like that, she pulled my trousers apart a little more and pulled my cock into view. I blushed seeing just how tense I had gotten myself as I stood up as tall as I had ever seen myself, stiff with the veins prominent from the lack of attention.

“Ummm,” she cooed as her hand slipped to my base squeezing me a little, “Such a handsome boy,” she complimented,

I admit… I blushed, to hear such a pretty girl call me handsome, let alone to my cock of all parts of me. She moved closer and gave my head a gentle kiss. Her lips are warm and wet. Immediately my body froze up. My mind almost couldn't comprehend such a feeling. And a few spurs of precum jumped out of me.

“I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-” I began,

“It's alright, it's how I know you're enjoying it,” she cooed as she began to pepper kisses down my shaft,

My jaw dropped and small almost whiney moans fell from my lips,

“This nice?” She cooed kissing my shaft more passionately, I nodded so she smirked more, “How about this?” She smirked as she licked from base to tip the whole length of my shaft,

“Yes! Ohhhh god yes!”

“Good,” she smirked as her tongue now took over, she licked My shaft, swirled her tongue around my head even kitten licking my utter tip lapping up the precum now flooding out of me, I moaned almost constantly until she pulled back with a wicked smile. She moved to her knees on the floor of the room and unlaced her sage green dress and revealed her bare breasts, I bit my lip hard just looking at them! She moved my hands to them and let me cup her breasts I took the opportunity fondling them, squeezing them, jiggling the weight of them in my hands all of which seemed to amuse her and only drive me more desperate. She moved closer and let my cock slip between her breasts letting me hold them as she moved up and down letting me all but fuck her breasts, I couldn't help staring at her so my mouth hung low letting out low moans as she began to kitten lick my head again swirling her tounge and lapping up my precum, I began to move my hips too and hold her breasts a little tighter making them tighter around me.

“Please…please… I'm -”

“Don't worry you can cum sweetheart,”

“but I… what If I want more than just -”

“Then we'll wait. As long as you want till we can do more,”

“Okay!” I nodded, speeding my hips up already feeling the tension building in the bottom of my stomach. I know I'm already close, it's only a matter of time!

She smirked and moved slightly letting my head slip inside her mouth, I froze up again as she swirled her tongue around my head and began to gently suck.

“Uhhhhhhhh!” I groaned loudly letting go of her breasts just to keep myself from back falling onto the bed,

She moaned with me in her mouth which vibrated me from base to tip, she let her beasts fall and began moving her lips from base to tip gently sucking, I moaned loudly and constantly I grabbed her hair and my hips bucked uncontrollably into her mouth fucking her mouth for maybe five fast thrusts my body so tense I knew I was past the point of no return and on the fifth thrust I exploded like a firecracker screaming as I buried myself as deep in her mouth as I could. Feeling this wave of pleasure from my toes to my head every inch of me burned with pleasure my breath taken away.

My body fell back onto the bed as I gasped, she giggled and licked me clean before she sat on the bed fixing her dress and wiping her mouth,

“There we are, has anyone ever done that to you before sweetheart?”

I shook my head and groaned a little in response,

“Well, you were very sweet, a very kind gentleman,”

“I…I…I did try to-”

“Sh sh sh, it's alright so long as you enjoy it,” she smiled rubbing my stomach a little to ease the tension that had built,

“thank you…”

“Aww you're very welcome,” she smiled, “now anything you'd want to do while we wait?”

I glanced at her a moment unsure if I should ask or not but… I mean… she did literally have my cock in her mouth a second ago, “could uhh… could I… maybe…”

“Yes?”

“… Could I go down on you!”

“What?” She laughed,

“I'm sorry it's dumb it's stupid I-”

“You don't have to do that, I'm here to please you,”

“I know but… I want to.”

“Aww that's very kind, of course, you can sweetheart,”

“Really! I uhh I've never really done it before always kinda wanted to,”

She laughed and gave my cheek a kiss before she moved to sit on the bed her back against the headboard, “you do? Know right? You know?”

“Ohh uhh I've never done it before but yeah I know” I nodded, “I uhh I'm training as the ship's doctor,”

“Ohh? A doctor. Aren't I a lucky girl?” She cooed leaning on her elbows,

I blushed a little but I gently pushed up her dress making sure to stroke her knees and up her thighs, I moved to sit next to her as I tugged her dress higher to reveal her, I blushed a little more seeing her but I was excited nonetheless. I stroked up her inner thigh which made her gasp, I enjoyed the quiet listening to her little sounds as I made sure to stroke and tease her before actually touching her, I felt so powerful to hear I could make her gasp with just a flick of my wrist, I stroked her inner thigh as tight inside as I could before I stroked her labia, sliding over her outer lips, I felt already how warm she was, how swollen her labia felt as blood rushed to her pussy much how my own shaft swells as blood rushed from arousal, I stroked her labia again but this time I used my index and ring fingers to stroke her labia and let my middle finger slip between them feeling her already wet, feeling her clit already sensitive as she whines as my finger brushes it,

“Right there?” I asked in a hushed pillow tone into her ear as I rubbed her clit a little and she nodded, so I gave her jaw some kisses, “Let me please you, my angel…”

“Go on sweetheart,” she cooed,

I smirked and began kissing her neck, as I moved my hand to tease her a little before I gently pushed two fingers inside her which made her moan, I moaned too just feeling her around my fingers, I moved them back and forth trying not to be to… medical about it, but it felt so good hearing her moan for me, I moved them slowly in and out gradually getting faster and faster which only wound her up more, feeling her getting wetter the longer I worked dripping down my hand, “fuck angel…” I groaned in her ear, “Can I say something that may seem crude?”

“Of course sweetheart…”

“Ummm…” I bit my lip hard before I nibbled on her ear, “I fucking love fingering you angel,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I don't want to stop!” I groaned slipping another finger inside her so I had three which really made her gush for me my fingers getting more merciless almost scared I was hurting her but it felt too good to stop burying my hand between her legs was a feeling I fucking adored! I never thought pleasuring a woman would make me feel this good!

She began to moan louder so I moved my other hand to her clit rubbing two fingers in a clockwise circle which made her scream grabbing my hair to tug me into her neck as she slightly squirted on my hand,

“Ohh fuck… ummm yeah? You like that angel?” I growled in her ear watching her hips bucking up for me her bed getting soaked from her uncontrollably squirting,

“Yes!”

“You like that? Ummm I love it! I feel like I'm gonna cum just watching you!” I groaned, but I forced my hands away from her,

“Nooo! Sweetheart!” She whines,

“I know. I know. But I had to stop…” I gasped, “I… I wanna go down on you so bad…”

“You sure?”

“Ohh I'm sure,” I nodded confidently, pleasuring her had really given me some confidence in all this, “I wanna go down on you when you're dripping for me angel,”

“Ooohh alright sweetheart, just be gentle”

I nodded and happily moved between her legs I peeled off my suspenders and took off my shirt before I leant down on the bed my chest touching the wet bed but I didn't care, I kissed her inner thigh all the way to her labia, I kissed her a few times before I licked her clit which made her squeal and squirm I didn't hesitate, I kissed all over her clit, sucking softly at times nibbling her skin he grabbed my hair and screamed every time I moved an inch I held her thighs open as I made out with her clit, I took breaks every so often to catch my breath and to move down letting my tongue slip inside her just hearing her scream fueled me but she pushed me away, “everything okay angel?”

“Yeah… come on sweetheart,” she smirked undoing my trousers again letting my hard erection jump free hitting my stomach I nodded and gasped a little

“How should we uhh… I'm happy uhh however your comfortable”

“Well it's your first time, it's up to you sweetheart”

“Uhh… could uhh… could you bend over?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“On the bed or stood up?”

“Ughhhhh… stood?”

She nodded and stood up slipping her dress off completely, I bit my lip and just looked at her, she took her metal footboard in hand and bent over I smirked and got up too standing behind her, I was pretty nervous given I'd never done it before but I wanted to do badly, I held my base a little nervous at first she giggled noticing my hesitation, and moved her hands back spreading her cheeks making it even easier to see where I needed to go,

“AHH thanks” I chuckled, I moved closer and shifted my hips a little, nope… no… ohh got it… AHH fuck I missed it! Too low… to high… “ooohhh fuck… there you are …” I groaned feeling myself suddenly just slip straight inside her, she felt so tight, so warm, so cosy and comfortable, I felt like… like I was meant to be inside her! Like I was made to be inside her! Like I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my cock inside when pussy,

“How does it feel?” She asked

“Uhhhh… angel Was a good choice…”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm… because I think… I might be in heaven..”

“Aww you are so sweet, no need to be gentle”

I nodded and held her hips slowly moving my hips to slide myself in and out over and over slowly getting faster and faster and faster my hips working on their own after only a few thrusts, my hands trailed down to stroke her ass gripping it tight as I got eve faster, she was moaning and I know I was too but I became so hell-bent on pleasure my mind didn't even understand sound anymore, my whole body existed for one purpose, to pleasure her, to pleasure myself, I honestly felt like I was made to fuck this girl! And our bodies knew it working together seamlessly without our minds even needing to think, I could hear her screaming, the bed banging, and my own moans but none of it really entered my mind. I almost felt like blacking out I was so on edge, until she squealed her body tensing up as she reached her orgasm and Holy fuck the feeling of being inside her when she came was literally heaven! I could have died from that feeling of her tightening around me and I wouldn't even complain! I moaned loudly and worked into it already knowing it was too late I'm gonna cum… I managed to let her ride it out before she sighed in her exhaustion and only four more thrusts before I pulled out fast unable to move anymore then just out of her my cock nuzzling between her ass cheeks as I finished sending jizz across her lower back.

I gasped hard for a few seconds trying to get my head on straight unsure how long I had just been standing here like this but I laid down on her bed and she laid down with me too.

“Good first time?” She asked,

“Better than I had ever dreamt”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart”

“Thank you so much angel”

“You're very welcome,” she smiled giving my lips a kiss,

“I uhh I don't even know your name…” I chuckled stroking her sweet face,

“Y/n. y/n Y/l/n.”

“That's a very beautiful name,” I smiled, “Jack. Jack Dawkins.”

“Jack,” she smiled rubbing her nose against mine, “your a real sweetheart you know that?”

“I think you might truly be an angel y/n.” I smiled, “Really… thank you for everything”

“It's no trouble, I was more than happy to help, if you're ever nearby feel free to pop in and visit me”

“I'll be certain too” I nodded pulling her into another long and seductive kiss.

[bucktommyscones]

I’m sorry but the VAST difference in these two prompts is killing me

🌽 corn maze / apocalypse au

If you want a distraction tho you know who we wanna see 👀

Lol! That is very funny. I went with the corn maze because I don't have any apocalypse stuff in me. I do, however, have a little Alex fic for you because you're my friend and I ❤️ you.

It's a gorgeous night and Buck is holding Tommy's hand while the kids run ahead of them. The corn maze is tall around them, making the surrounding sounds seem muffled. There's an odd sweet scent in the air that's oddly comforting. With Tommy's beloved presence at his side, he feels like their in their own little world.

"Hey guys," Buck calls and Alex and her friend Petra stop in place and turn back. "Don't go too far out of sight, please."

"Yes, dad," Alex says as Petra answers, "Yes, Mr. Kinard!"

Buck chuckles as they wander ahead of them, but slower and easier to keep in sight. "No matter how many times we tell her to call us Buck and Tommy, she just can't do it."

Tommy squeezes his hand. "She'll get it eventually. I'm just glad Alex made a new friend after Emily moved away."

"I know," Buck says, remembering how bereft Alex had been when her best friend had moved with her parents to Sacramento. The ability to have Zoom calls made it better, but it wasn't the same.

Then she met Petra in the art club, and that had been that, they'd been inseparable for weeks.

He's shaken from his thoughts when Tommy presses a kiss to the side of his head and Buck hums.

"And you, baby?" he says gently. "Feeling better tonight?"

Tommy lets go of his hand and wraps an arm around Buck's shoulders, pulling him further into his side. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. It's just been a crappy week."

"I know," Buck says sympathetically. "Maybe when you get that new guy in there, things will stop feeling so busy."

"I hope so. Thank you for putting up with me," Tommy says softly enough that Alex won't hear. The girl has ears like a bat. "I know I've been a bear to deal with."

Buck laughs a little. "Tommy, you're my husband. We've been together for almost 15 years. I'll be by your side no matter what, you know that. I don't know if you know this, but I'm kind of in love with you."

Tommy laughs. "Lucky me."

"Lucky both of us," Buck reminds him. "Plus, you know I have my ways of turning things around."

Tommy's gaze goes back to their 12-year-old, giggling in front of them with her new best friend. Buck knows that they're of the same minds of this: they both can't believe they have this little family and vow never to take it for granted. Buck had a feeling getting him out of the house with their girl would do him so good tonight and he's glad to see he was right.

"You do," Tommy confirms, his gaze soft and tender. "I love you, too, you know."

Buck leans forward for a kiss. "I know."

[deathfavor]

@yeonban said: "can i get you anything? do you need me to do anything?" Soma inquires with a kiss to the top of Seiroku's head as he waits patiently for any potential instructions that may follow - he doesn't plan on leaving their room anytime soon, choosing to not even entertain the thought before he's sure Seiroku is alright and satisfied.

Seiroku tucks his head against Soma's chest, letting his eyes flutter close while he listens to the steady beating of Soma's heart. It's funny how something so small, something that the body does without instruction, could become something so cherished. His own has not done that in so long ; it will never do it even if the black heart and his golden threads can create the illusion of it. The steady beating of Soma's heart is a beautiful and painful melody to his ears. It's proof that he's alive.

The doctor's face is hidden, turned downwards as he lays curled against Soma. So he allows a trembling smile to form on his lips in secret. Soma is always so sweet, so caring. And for that, it hurts twice as much sometimes to know what he has done and what the future holds. Seiroku slides one hand up to rest gently against Soma's chest, over the major pectoral muscles, and along his linea alba. His touch is gentle, near reverent, because that is exactly what this is. Sometimes disgust curls in Seiroku's stomach to think his wretched hands can touch Soma like this. Like this, where he can spell his love in the caresses he gives and sweet gestures. Some has no idea how bloodied Seiroku's hands truly are, cannot see the destruction and blood that he carries with him. Soma looks at him like he's something treasured when he's something that should be slaughtered and disposed of, not treasured.

His throat burns as he swallows and draws in a small breath. Yet - if Seiroku hadn't embarked on this path, he never would have met Soma. He'd never have rediscovered these long dead pieces of himself, of who he could have been but never had the chance. It's a cruel twist on an already defiant love story. Or a tragedy? Then again, what is a tragedy if not a love story? The love is there, the desire to be better is there, but there is no escape for Seiroku. It is there, but it will not be enough. For one of them, their story will conclude, and for the other, they'll be left with all the broken pieces and the could-have-beens.

" No, but thank you. " Seiroku answers, his eyes still closed. " Just... " His voice falters yet it should arise no idea that anything is amiss. Seiroku struggles even now to speak first on what he wants if it is not a need. " Just stay here for a little while longer? Can we stay like this? " He asks softly, finally shifting his head up and tilting back a bit to look at Soma.

He purposefully bats his eyelashes and nuzzles closer, though the ghost of a smile on his lips makes it clear he fully expects for Soma to know exactly what he's doing.

" I know you have things to do today. " And Seiroku never demands from Soma; he knows the clan and his responsibilities will always come first and foremost. He doesn't expect for that to change. He would never ask that of Soma. He lifts his head, placing a kiss over Soma's heart. " But just five or ten more minutes, if you can? " He asks quietly ; for there's no way he would know Soma has already planned to not leave for a while yet. So he makes his request with elegant grace and sweetness, blue eyes searching Soma's face while he settles back against him.

[jiminy-crickets]

faceoff episode one thoughts and opinions <3333

YESSSS right off the bat willy is walking around Toronto with his dogs, fuck YES!!

YES PUT THE TORONTO MEDIA CIRCUS ON BLAST!!!!!!

also fucking hell, when dear god WHEN will we as a society escape biz nasty. grow up!!!!!! YOUR NAME IS PAUL!!!!!

"This place is the only place that has been home for me. Like, ive never spent so much time in one place in my life"........... william........ i am holding you gently in my hands baby.

Willy absolutely stunting on those kids, also... It is almost pathetic just how romance-horny i get seeing people being nice to kids. like, i love kids, i hope to have a bunch one day, and it makes me so frustrated to see how angry so many young people get when children dare to exist in public (like, i get being annoyed at a crying baby on a plane, but when you are giving dirty looks at a parent and a kid who are just existing in public fuck off, fuck right off with that)

also i love the shot of the puppies looking at willy and the kids in the doorway onto the ice.

like once again, seeing pasta call his kid "boss" and taking her out to the aquarium... man i love that, like pasta if you want a second 'wife' lmk!!

augh!!!!! the shots of baby pasta and baby willy!!!! TINY BABIES!!!! widde iddy bitty boys!!!

oh fuck dead dad talk.... oh, i don't. i really hope this episode isnt sad for very long because uh.... i fucking buried my grandmother on Wednesday, i can't deal with sad shit rn.

oh okay, dead dad talk is over now, yippee. but also, yikes.

the dinner together is really sweet, it does you know... feel very performative since there are cameras, but its still nice.

okay the cut from willy being like all like 'i hate playing you because we loose' to boston winning 4-1, is MUAH chefs kiss

okay, time skip to the playoffs, i knew it had to happen, but wow. bit of a jolt to the system.

i am not a leafs FAN, i am a leafs appreciator, and so... i welcome any and all footage of them looking sad.

the montage of angry tweet and voice clips of people asking when willy was is very much giving the ready for it into from the reputation stadium tour.

i wouldn't wish a migraine on my worst enemy (my worst enemy being mycobacterium tuberculosis) and fuck i forgot how fucking idiotic people were yelling about how willy wasn't playing because of a 'headache' like, no. that IS NOT what a migraine is, fuck right off.

okay i get why they are showing the game highlights along with willy cheering them on, but it FEELS like im watching a fucking react video.

omg hiiiiii PK <3333333333 ive seen you before now, but you look so cute and you are so right they aren't playing hurt they are playing injured, and its fucked up.

<3 stop fucking crying bro <3

WAIT THE SHOT OF WILLY ON THE SUBWAY IN THE TRAILER WAS HIM ON HIS WAY TO GAME SIX????? fucking iconic, also FUCK THE TTC. i hate it more than OC Transpo, which is saying something because i live in Ottawa.

the shot of him walking up the steps in the station and smiling at the bruins fan in front of him... your honour i love him!!

okay i am ALL FOR the dramatic slow mo shots of them set to dramatic music, but have them be doing something cool, not just a lame celly.

...WHO'S CAR IS HE DRIVING HOME???? SIR YOU TOOK THE TRAIN!!!

the episode is called "the best of rivals" but it should be called the william nylander show, WHERE IS PASTA!!!

OMG HIIII PASTAAAAAAA <3333 also i fucking forgot that montgomery called pasta out, fucking hell. the shit you forget in a few months.

fucking hell, now dead son talk. i can't deal with this. i fucking can't. jesus christ. at least now im crying for a real reason, not liek when i watched the new sims trailer (its death themed) two days ago and had to pause it part way through and close the tab because i was crying looking at the sims coffin.

please can the leafs get eliminated now i need to cheer up.

wait omg i forgot it was pasta who got the ot win!!!! ough the nhl scriptwriter knocked that out of the park

its realllllly hard for me to be sad for willy wen he looks like THAT, like sir, if you want me to be sad for you you're gonna need to not be flushed and covered in sweat with your hairy tits out. like. you looks like sex on legs good sir.

awwwwww nice end.

i like seeing sad willy.

and happy pasta

this is FUN, i like this!!!! although, i am fond of a good docuseries, so... i was never NOT going to like this. its fun! its dramaaaaa, and they are swearing which i miss when i watch the other BTS series that teams put out.