#discovering me again after a long time feels weird but also so right

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Cramps

Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.

Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes

A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u

Bitchy. 

You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate. 

You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also  warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for. 

What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period. 

 Your cycle had  been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag. 

Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military. 

Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it. 

So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response. 

“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood. 

“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration. 

“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.” 

For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man. 

Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work. 

You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband. 

“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending. 

“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee 

Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.  

You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie. 

“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!” 

At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath. 

“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-” 

“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.” 

“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door. 

“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway. 

But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it. 

You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood. 

Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.

Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear. 

Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants. 

Your period had come.  

In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie. 

“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ” 

It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply. 

“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.” 

Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first. 

“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.” 

You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply. 

“Thank you. You’re the best.” 

“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘” 

“Oh shut up, meanie.” 

“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙

“Love you too. 🤍” 

Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way. 

Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch. 

As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband. 

“Frankie? Babe, are you home?” 

Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest. 

You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace. 

“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you. 

“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-” 

“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse. 

“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem. 

“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.” 

“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.” 

“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”   

“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.

“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him. 

As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you. 

As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you. 

“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza. 

“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-” 

Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?” 

“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?” 

“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.” 

“I think I can make that happen.” 

About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest. 

“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy. 

Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth. 

“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you. 

“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core. 

“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you. 

“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices. 

Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period. 

But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man. 

“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths. 

“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.” 

Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds. 

With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt. 

“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot. 

Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool. 

“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over. 

Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue. 

Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name. 

“Frankie, holy fuck.” 

“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could. 

“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.” 

Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt. 

“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace. 

“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over. 

Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him. 

Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity. 

Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him. 

“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate. 

“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word. 

“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.” 

Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there. 

“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did. 

“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.” 

You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in. 

“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.” 

That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you. 

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high. 

With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.  

“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss. 

“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss. 

“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight. 

“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.” 

“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”

“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”

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“I need to confess. I told you a lie. I said you were the love of my life.” | LN4

part 2 of this.

Parings: Lando Norris x Ex!Bisexual!Reader.

Summary: after leaving Lando, you realized what real love was like. Unfortunately, he didn’t and all he could think about every time he looks at his new parter is you.

Now playing: “L’AMOUR DE MA VIE” by Billie Eilish.

Word count: +2k.

Warnings: angst (?) insults (?) cursed words. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.

Author’s note: maybe this sucks. well I don’t know but I just came to this idea for a part 2 no one asked of this but yeah. Reader deserved a happy ending ❤️‍🩹 Don’t forget to like, comment or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

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It’s been 10 months since the worst day of your life. The day you had enough of the place that you weren’t enough for. The place who made you so miserable and insecure. The place that broke you in so many pieces it turned you to dust. The place where you never want to go back to.

It’s been the hardest 10 months of your life. Mourning the life you thought you would have forever was the worst process you got yourself through. How you had to not only get over your ex, Lando, but also the you that wasn’t gonna be you anymore for the rest of your life. And that was the hardest past. Let go of who you were when he was in your life and let go of all the memories. It was like learning to be a functioning human being again. And you also thought you couldn’t bear with being single. You felt so ashamed of not remembering how to approach people or even how to feel attractive yourself. You were nothing after that day.

For your family and friends was heartbreaking too. Not only because they had to mourn lando that now was out of your life so then their lives as well, but also the you they knew before and during the relationship. And now learning to know this new you.

It was hard for the first 3 months but thanks to your friends and intense therapy sessions you eventually got better. You started discovering a part of yourself you didn’t know existed. Leaving lando changed you not 180 degrees but 360. You changed your style, your hair, your humor, your attitude. You spoke up. Had a strong opinion. You started being more selective with people and for a long time you remained single. you worked on you. Trying to give yourself back everything that relationship took away. You made new friends and moved to New York to start a new life. In that city you found you loved music and storytelling so you started a musical career on YouTube and became kind of famous. You also went to university. And now you’re a content creator, you upload vlogs of your everyday life and opinions. You love fashion like crazy and post your outfits on Instagram and TikTok along with your music. And you are back into being happy. Not only with your life but with yourself. You love who you are and what you do for a living. There’s no one you have to follow or leave everything behind. You live now in your own world where you are the thing that matters the most. You feel so grateful you made it through.

But you were also madly loved for who you are. Tania was your new girlfriend. You didn’t even know you liked girls as well. You tried with guys but none of them felt right for you until you met Tania in a little music shop two blocks away from your apartment. It was the most romantic way of meeting someone you believed. You two went to the same shop to buy the same album and oh coincidence of life there was only one copy of it. And that’s how you met. She gave it to you and so you offered her to come to your place and listen to it together. Yeah you offered that to a stranger but she looked so beautiful. You felt something so weird you haven’t ever felt before in your life. His blonde hair so shiny and his brown eyes so deep you could drown in them with no problem. She was gorgeous.

In fact, you never felt so seen until you met her. The way she actually listened to what you had to say. The way he understood your insecurities and tried to help you and figure it out together. The way you could laugh for hours non-stop until you went dry from crying of laughter. When you felt how you felt with her you knew Lando didn’t matter at all. He never loved you for who you were. He never appreciated all of the sacrifices you did for him just because you thought you loved him your entire life. The way you listened and supported him anywhere, anyhow, whenever. You gave everything for him, but what about you? He never noticed you. He never saw you. He never cared about you.

Realizing that hurt at first but then you understood it was the wrong person at the wrong time. Because if you hadn’t been through what he put you through then this wouldn’t be your life and you wouldn’t be this loved.

But you know what they say, life’s a bitch so here you were again in Monaco for Alexandra’s birthday. It was gonna be a huge event in a yacht for all of her friends. So of course you knew lando was coming and you also knew because of Alex he had a new girlfriend as well. You weren’t intimidated by him but you felt a little insecure you know. You felt rather uncomfortable. But Alex was your friend and she was so nice she invited Tania as well and few of your hometown friends so you wouldn’t feel left apart. Alex knew you so well. You always have struggled with fitting in. She was really sweet. But at the same time you were also so excited to see the guys again. You talked to Pierre and kika. They were so excited to see you. You missed them all of course you did. Moving countries and having an ex who drives along them made things ticky. It was complicated to meet and hang around outside weekend races during the year and of course you wouldn’t assist knowing lando was there. You didn’t want to see him. So tonight is fireproof. If you see him again and survive then the paddock should get ready to see you every now and then with you gorgeous girl.

She knew about Lando of course. And she was the most supportive angel to you. Of course she also hated him. And probably could kill him if you let her. But she won’t just because you asked her.

you were going by taxi. You didn’t have your car because you were on the other side of the world and you wouldn’t waste money renting one just to go to a party in a yacht. You didn’t care about appearances anymore. You got to the harbor just in time. Most of the invited guests were already there. You got there with Tania in your hand and your group of friends. You looked around seeing so many familiar faces and the first one to run to you and hug you tightly was Kika followed by Pierre. You giggled on her shoulder hugging her as well.

“Oh my god girl you look fucking beautiful what the fuck I missed you so much” she said on your shoulder so excited to see you. It flattered your heart.

“I missed you too, my love” you said sweetly. And when you pulled apart you hugged Pierre and introduced Tania to them. They were always so warm. You really missed them. A few minutes passed and you were talking along with a lot of the formula 1 drivers and their partners just like the old days. You felt so part of it. And so loved. And all of them were so nice to Tania. She was so excited that she met Max and he posed for a picture with her that it melted your heart completely. You didn’t see lando by the way. He hasn't arrived yet. But Carlos didn’t either so probably they were coming together. After 15 minutes, the birthday girl finally arrived with her prince in hand and all of the guests were there. The yacht was ready as well. Lando was there with her. You knew her of course you did. She was friends with Max and Kelly. Of course you remember her. Lando is so predictable. You wanted to laugh in his face but you didn’t. You didn’t even say hi. You didn’t want to and you guess he didn’t either because he barely looks at you when he arrived.

(…)

The party was formidable and you were already drunk laughing and posing. Kika was trying to take a couple of pictures of you and Tania and the sunset behind you. It was a beautiful picture.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful” she said finally ending the photo shoot so she showed you the pictures.

It felt so satisfying being back and not giving a fuck about Lando. All of the guys were so welcoming and sweet like they always had been with you.

Tania had to go to the bathroom. “You want me to go with you titi?” You called her by her nickname you created. She smiled and gave you a kiss on your lips.

“I’m okay baby. I’ll be right back” she said and after giving you one last kiss she disappeared through all of the people around heading to the bathroom. You stayed with your group of friends dancing around and having fun. Alex was there two sharing with all of us. You loved that woman. She was one of your closest friends who was there with you to hold you and listen. She knew what it was like. But she is loved unlike you weren’t. You were enjoying yourself until you heard someone clearing their throat like exaggerated. You turned to find lando clearly drunk looking at you with puppy eyes yet so dark. You of course didn’t like to see him.

“Y/n we need to talk” he said almost in a whisper so no one could hear him but you. Inside you felt disgusted. His voice was once your favorite sound, one that could send chills down your spine. Now it kinda repulses you.

“No, we don't need Lando. Just pretend I don’t exist” you said clearly upset by his behavior.

“But I can’t y/n. I couldn't stop looking at you since I arrived. I can’t get you out of my head. I tried. But I don’t know what else to do!” He was clearly drunk. And you were unbothered to be honest. You noticed Carlos and Oscar heard him and looked at you. You just rolled your eyes at lando.

“Then it’s not my fucking problem lando. You had me but you couldn’t give a damn about me. Sorry it's too late. I’m happy now and I am loved” you spitted about to turn when he grabbed your arm for you not to go.

“You said I was the love of your life. What happened to that? I know you’re the love of my life. Please, y/n” he said kind of desperately. You looked at him with a poker face. You felt nothing at all. And yes you were surprised but also so proud. Lando Norris meant nothing at all finally. He couldn’t move you. He didn’t have power over you anymore. You won.

“Well then I need to confess I lied. You weren’t the love of my life Lando. You were the motherfucker of my life. You fucking destroyed me. So stop with all of this bullshit” you said Angry. You were saying the truth without being afraid of it. You didn’t care anymore. Now your life is yours and he had no power over it. And you’re fucking happy. You just needed to make sure he knew it. And watch him suffer. And you could see something broke inside of him when he heard you saying that. Fortunately Tania came back from the bathroom just in time.

“Y/n, babe, is everything alright?” She asked, watching lando a little confused but controlling her desires to kill him right there.

You smiled at her. “Yeah beba all good now that you are here” you said, grabbing her by her waist and kissing her gently. She grabbed your face a little surprised at first. But she couldn’t say no to your lips. She was addicted. you didn’t care lando was there. You just kissed and turned to your group of friends ignoring that he was the guy you loved just like he did when he was with you.

[thefirstlioveyou]

The State of Mike's Safety & What He Needs in S5

a part of s5 is gonna be them finally realizing they need mike. i mean, it makes sense. you have a character who feels like nobody needs him. wouldn't he need to discover that everyone needs him? in order to believe he is needed by everyone, he needs to see it for himself and not just from a single person's words.

and if it's true that he is needed by everyone like will, the duffers, and shawn levy claim, who we have no reason not to believe, then wouldn't whoever "everyone" is need to have a plot changing moment where they all collectively realize that? as of right now, he still flies right over their head. something major needs to happen for them to finally realize he has been the key this whole time. they need to lose him in some way. it's kinda like how you never know what you have until it's gone or it's almost too late.

with people still doubting mike being in danger.... why on earth wouldn't vecna take away the one thing that makes them all fall apart?

the show's literally spoiling s5 right in front of our eyes. the twist is in our face. they lost. they fell apart and were always bound to lose no matter what. why? because they lost the heart (mike). it's why mike keeps getting mentioned for NO reason in plots that don't even concern him. the answer is right in their face but the characters keep missing it.

when vecna tells el "you have already lost," it only makes me think that he had already done something that solidified his win a long time ago [side-eyes that damn vine]

s3 kept bashing the audience over the head through weird ass dialogue and blocking that mike's important. he is key. he is also "flayed." s4 just bashes you over the head even more that it's almost too late for mike, much similar to how it was for max.

now, this shot is incredibly important. nancy hugs jonathan instead of hugging mike. the show wants us to notice the flaw in this.

i think after what we saw in the bts video, one of nancy's priorities next season will be connecting with family, especially mike.

one of the points of mike in s1 was that nobody knew anything about him because they didn't put the effort to. he wasn't a concern to them until government was involved and they didn't know where he was. he was invisible until he was actually "missing" momentarily.

his mom didn't fight for answers the way she did for nancy the whole season. nancy didn't know where he could've been because they don't talk and she's clearly embarrassed to admit that. she proposes they never hide anything again but that doesn't last long. karen doesn't say anything about the scab on mike's chin when all it'd take is a line or two to write in that acknowledges it. even EL noticed it and asked. meanwhile, without hesitation, karen asks nancy about the sweater she was wearing with full concern. then the infamous cliff scene just. it never happened. he's never even thanked in any capacity for it and all the credit turns to el. a 12 year old boy stepped, not jumped, stepped off a cliff. he didn't bother begging or fighting for an alternative. he just accepted it. totally normal scene, right? and it just never gets mentioned.

karen refuses to go to mike herself. she expects him to come, but mike isn't gonna do that. there's a reason why we never see him actually open up with her and only hugs her, the same way jonathan and joyce only hug but never actually talk about what actually needs to be talked about. karen and nancy don't ever hug once the whole show because the love karen has for her is shown through her actual actions and efforts.

this "he'll come to us when he's ready" bullshit is the opposite of what season 4 was trying to say with max. waiting for someone to come ain't gonna work, at least not in this universe. it just ends up horribly.

they need to look harder.

there needs to be someone fighting for him.

it's been so clear what the show is trying to do with mike since the beginning. he is constantly shown to be running out of time or being late just like vecna's victims. he is invisible up until he's in danger, just like max. karen waits for him the way lucas waited for max, and he learns from it. the "i just tripped" excuse from vecna's victims ties directly back to mike. so if you think about it, in a way, mike's been living in his own version of vecna's curse the entire show. it's just a slowburn version of it and nobody's noticing. that's why they lost.

if they say we are coming back in a circle, then that only means mike has to finally be visible to them now. he has to be one of their concerns. they need to care and be given a reason to. we are finally gonna see into his head again, and likely more than we ever have before. finn's also already confirmed s5 will dive more into his mental health.

the last 20 minutes of s4 is basically screaming at you how screwed mike is, but it's also a line up of the people who are likely the ones gonna be fighting for him. he gets a personal scene with his mom, who tells him he is staying right there. it matters that he's there. he has his scene with hopper. nancy tells jonathan she's glad he was with mike (and adds on will as an after thought. interesting writing choice there. they're doing too much to single him out this entire ending bit).

we're even shown that will is the light in mike's life, the same way mike and will's family was will's light in s2 during his possession. will is drowning in sunlight while mike's sits right at the edge of it.

they need to reach out to mike. mike needs to be fought for in some way next season rather than him only fighting for someone else again, which only feeds into his toxic cycle. if he saves someone, he's needed. but that's not it. that's not how it should be. that is the same logic that holds him down. he was confronted with a dying el and max again in s4, paralleling s1. the pressure was on him to get to her fight and do something, or else she'd die... again... because he failed (in his eyes).

and i'm not saying mike won't be a hero - he definitely will be. he will get his moment. i'd like to think the love he'll receive will fuel his will to fight back and win against something finally. but first, he must find worth in his own life in order to do that. he needs to realize he himself is worth fighting for.

mike is clearly a target next season and has been since the start. thinking the antagonist has nothing to do with the main character... respectfully cope harder. as if it wasn't both nancy and mike's best friends who went missing. as if holly wasn't moments away from being snatched by a demogorgon. as if karen didn't have a moment with a flayed!billy. as if it isn't mike that is vecna's "friend" and him that wasn't grabbed a vine we have never seen before. as if it isn't nancy who vecna chose to give his message to. is mike really just there to sit there and look pretty and be perfectly safe to some of y'all? that makes sense to some people??

it is obvious it's max, then it's mike. they aren't even being discreet about it.

so all in all, mike needs to be valued and loved next season. and clearly, that's what the writers want you to do as well.

"but he's been a complete jerk!! he needs to earn this by apologizing first!! they shouldn't be doing this first."

ok let's think for a second why they're doing that in this order because it is odd. why is mike being met with so much love, care and concern before we even get an understanding of why he's been the way he's been? why are they making us worry about mike? why is it almost like he's getting a pass? why are they working backwards?

it's simple. if they're trying to get you to gather sympathy for this boy before a proper """redemption arc""" or apology, before getting a single glimpse into his pov, all while wholeheartedly saying he's the heart despite the last 2 seasons failing to give him the chance to be that... it's only because they know something that we don't. there's a massive plot twist regarding him that's gonna recontextualize everything.

this is another big reason why i think it's very likely possessiongate may actually be real. the way they're setting it up like this makes it seem like mike never did anything at all. when a character messes up in this show, it does not go this way. you don't seem them get rewarded with a painting that tells them how great of a person they are. there is something very off about the way this is being structured if mike is truly at fault.

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[rekino2114]

I was curious, can you do a one-shot with the Phantom Thieves entering the Palace of an S/O (Futaba's Boyfriend or an S/O with Crush in Futaba), but who is so isolated and self-sabotaging, that his Palece is a tower, a tower that is completely infinite in size, with each floor of the tower being an infinite multiverse of its own, and every floor sees the floor below it as fiction, and the S/O itself is at the top of the tower that has infinite floors (Yes, I've been playing a lot of tabletop RPGs)

Futaba discovering your palace

Pairing:futaba sakura x male reader

A/n:I actually really love the idea of the boyfriend of one of the phantom thieves girls having a palace so that is why this is long. Also sorry if I didn't put all of the stuff you said in the request

Futaba groaned as the game over screen appeared on her switch, she turned around on her bed and sighed

"Ugh! I'm getting bored, when is he gonna come?"

Her complaining was answered when she heard a notification sound coming from her phone, the specific one she had for your texts, so she quickly grabbed it and unlocked it only to be very disappointed when she read your text

"Sorry futaba, I can't really come play with you today"

Futaba wanted to say she was surprised but she hated the fact that she could see this coming

"Really? Why?"

"I'm just not feeling in the mood"

"That's what you said last time too....and the time before that"

"I know and I'm really sorry, It's just not the best period"

"You know you can tell me if anything's happening right? You've been acting weird lately"

"Don't worry I'm fine, I'm sure it will pass"

"If you say so, remember that I'm here if you need anything ok? And that I love you"

"Yeah"

That last message made futaba pout and sigh for the third time, she couldn't hide her disappointed at the fact that you didn't say you loved her back

After standing still for a few moments she opened the chat app again, this time typing in the phantom thieves group chat

"Hey do any of you guys know what's up with y/n lately? He's been acting so weird and distant"

"Who?"

"Her boyfriend, don't you remember him?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, my bad"

"What do you mean by acting weird?"

"He refused to come to any of our dates for the past 3 weeks"

"Seriously? That's messed up"

"Hey don't say stuff like that about him"

"What? I thought you were angry at him"

"A little bit, but I think there's something more going on. He's not a bad boyfriend. He's never been, sure he's always kept to himself, but this is different. He'd never say no to a date, especially one with videogames snacks and board games"

"I see, isn't he in Ren and Ann's class? Do you know anything about this?"

"To be honest he hasn't been coming to class for the past couple of weeks, we actually intended to ask you about that"

"Really? A couple of months? Then it's been going on even longer than I thought"

"You knew about that?"

"Yeah, when he first started ditching our dates I went to his house to check on him but his parents told me he hadn't come out of his room in days"

"Sounds like someone I know"

"Hey!"

"Anyways, I'm starting to get worried about him too, that can't be normal"

"Exactly"

"Do you guys......think he has a palace?"

"What? No way, he's not a bad guy!"

"You don't need to be a bad guy to have a palace, remember yourself futaba?"

"Oh......yeah"

"Now that you mention it, this instance does have a lot of similarity with futaba's"

"But futaba's was caused by....her mother, wouldn't something traumatic like that have to happen to y/n for a palace to form, it would have to be pretty recent too"

"Yeah, if something like that happened he would have defined told me"

"Well there is one way to make sure"

"What is it?"

"Let's just put his name in the metanav and see if something comes up"

"Oh yeah nice idea makoto"

"You really wanna do this?"

"Why not? If nothing is wrong then that will put your heart at ease, and if something comes up then we know we'll need to act"

".....alright"

"Great, then should Ren do it?"

"No, can I? Please, I want to see with my own eyes"

"Of course, let us know how it goes"

It took a while for futaba to gather the courage to go to the metanav app and say the vocal imput it asked

".......y-y/n l/n"

She gasped once she saw she did indeed get a hit

".......dammit, y/n......what happened?...why wouldn't you tell me that?"

She wasted no time in texting the other thieves about the result

"I got a hit"

"For real?"

"Looks like we'll have to act then, do you have any ideas what his distortion might be?"

"Hang on, right now? I'm not mentally prepared"

"I agree with futaba, it is her boyfriend, we should wait until she's ready"

"Very well, tell us when you're prepared to start"

"This must be so tough for you so take all the time you need, we'll be here for you whenever"

"Thanks guys you're the best"

With that, futaba went to bed shortly after. It was one of the first times in which she couldn't fall asleep easily as her mind continued to think about your palace, she should have helped you, she should have been there for you.......then maybe this wouldn't be happening

"Futaba you already sent the calling card right?"

"Y-yeah, even if it was kinda hard"

"Alright, so any of you got any ideas what his keywords are?"

The next day the phantom thieves assembled at Leblanc to discuss about your situation

"We know the name and the location has to be his room since he's not coming out of there"

"It's just like futaba"

"........yeah"

"So all we're missing is the distortion, what does y/n see his room as?"

"Oh, maybe it's the same as futaba, what was it again?"

"Tomb?"

"No luck"

"That's good though, at least that means he doesn't feel like he has to die in there"

"Yeah I guess"

"Then maybe it's somewhere where he feels trapped, like.....try prison"

"Nope"

"Ugh! For real? This his hard, you got anything futaba?"

"Why me?"

"You're his gf ain't you? You gotta know something"

"I already said he didn't tell me anything"

"Then try to guess, you know him best after all"

"......a guess......."

Futaba stayed deep in thought for a while before gasping and coming up with an idea

"Oh! What about tower?"

"Tower?"

"Yeah, try that"

"O-oh it actually worked"

"For real? How did you know that?"

"It was just a guess....w-well actually it's something from our campaign but that doesn't matter"

"Well looks like we're ready to go, should we start now Ren?"

The leader nodded and so makoto said all of the keywords required to enter your palace

"......so this is how y/n sees his room"

Futaba looked around and saw a giant tower who she couldn't even make out the top of if it even had one

"Alright we should start going in, are you ready oracle?"

The navigator continued to look around seemingly ignoring queen

"Oracle?"

"O-oh yeah, navigating right? I got it"

"Are you sure? We can do this another day if-"

"No I have to do this, I wasn't there for him when he needed it, the fact that this palace exists is also my fault, the least I can do is change his heart now"

".....futaba..."

"So let's start, if you need any help I'm here"

And so with that, the phantom thieves started making their way through your palace, defeating every shadow that blocked their way

They went up about 15 floors before they started getting tired and finally found a safe room

"Finally! Geez how many floors before that guy shows up!?"

"You're one to talk, aren't you supposed to be a fast runner?"

"There's a difference between track and walking like 20 flights of stairs y'know?"

"Anyway oracle do you have any Intel on the layout of the tower for now?"

Makoto turned to see futaba slumped over one of the couches breathing heavily and wiping sweat off her forehead

"*pants* that's.......the most *pants* amount of exercise *pants* I've ever done"

".......ok...."

"Don't look at me like this! There are like 10 shadows every floor and so many stairs! You have any idea how much you start sweating wearing a tight costume like this!?"

".....so any Intel?"

"Oh yeah, didn't joker find a map of the place?"

The leader pulled out said map and looked at it with everyone else

"Looks like we still got tons of floors to go through"

"And still no treasure in sight"

"NOOOOOO! MORE STAIRS!? Was this palace made to torture me y/n? Is this because I didn't let you touch my action figures?"

The thieves continued their walk through the palace, clearing every floor nonstop, until around floor 44 they encountered a figure in a knight armor, it was weirdly petite to look the part of a knight but the group still raised their guard

"A knight! It's different from the other shadow. It has to be a strong one"

"No wait, the reading I'm getting from it....... it's not a shadow!"

"What? For real?"

Suddenly the knight spoke, a feminine and strangely familiar voice coming out of the mask

"......You're.....not his guards"

The knight figure took off its helmet to reveal......futaba, orange hair, glasses and everything, the only noticeable difference in the face was her yellow eyes

"Huh? It's me!?"

"This must be futaba's cognitive variant"

"So this is how y/n sees me.....I look so cool!"

"It's been so long since I've run into other people......w-wait those outfits! Are you the phantom thieves!?"

"Y/n doesn't know futaba's a thief so his cognition of her doesn't know either huh?"

"Yes, and we're here to steal y/n's heart"

"Steal his heart? You're not gonna hurt him are you?"

"Of course not, we actually want to help him"

"Speaking of, would you be willing to explain what's going on over here?"

"You mean this tower?.......It's y/n's prison"

"Prison? What do you mean? Then who imprisoned him?"

".......himself"

"W-what?"

"One day without any warning he came to me and said he didn't deserve me and that I should leave him, when i tried to reason with him he just locked himself in the tower"

"Really? He locked himself away? Why?"

"I dunno, it literally came out of nowhere, and I'm here to talk to him and figure it out"

"So you're here to save him too"

"Of course, what kind of wife would not want to help her husband"

"....w-wife!?"

As soon as her cognitive counterpart said that futaba started blushing intensely even if it was partially covered by her visor

"S-so in his image......w-we're already married?!"

"But that means he actually loves you, enough to want to marry you, so he doesn't want to break up"

"Yeah I guess.....but that also means he thinks he doesn't deserve me.....how stupid can he be? Of course he does!"

"We're trying to get to y/n too"

"Well you're not going to get far if you continue this way"

"What? Why?"

"This tower is infinite, you're never going to reach the top"

"W-what! That's impossible, we found a map that sai y/n's room is close, we can reach it if we keep going"

"Well there is one, but you won't be able to reach it, even if you go through the door of his room, you'll just be teleported to the first floor, that's what happened to me many times"

"S-seriously? That's just unfair!"

"So we can't even get to him no matter how much we try.......that must mean he really thinks no one can help him"

"T-that can't be possible, we have to save him! There's gotta be some other way!"

"How about trying to not go through the door?"

"Huh?"

"If we can go in his room another way, then we won't be teleported, is there a window or anything there?"

"There is one but you can't go in from the inside"

"But it is open yes? So we could go from the outside"

"I.....guess....but you can't climb the tower, it's way too big"

"Who said anything about climbing? We're going to fly there"

Exclamation points appeared on each of the phantom thieves' heads when they heard that

"Uh....queen you sure you alright? A shadow didn't bonk you on the head too hard didn't it?"

"Of course not"

"You do remember Mona can only turn in a car correct?"

"Maybe I phrased it wrong, only one of us is gonna fly there"

Makoto turned to look at futaba who was still lost in thought thinking about what her cognitive counterpart had told her

"Oracle, we're going to need your help"

"H-huh? Me?"

"More specifically, your persona"

"Oh yeah, she's got that ufo thing, she could totally fly over there!"

"Y-you mean using necronomicon to just go over there, but the only one who can go inside it is...me"

"And that's why we need you, you want to save y/n right?"

"Of course, but I can’t fight his shadow alone"

"Then don't, fighting isn't necessary, we just need to make him have a change of heart"

".......y-you this he'll listen to me?"

"If he's going to listen to anyone it has to be you, he loves you after all"

Futaba stayed silent for a while. She felt guilty for not being there for you and was ready to do anything to make you realize there was someone who could help you and that was going to be there for you no matter what, but could she really do it alone? She always had the other thieves by her side and never really confronted another shadow by herself........was she truly ready for this?

"Alright, when am I going?"

"H-huh? You really wanna do it?"

"Obviously. You guys helped me when I was at my worst and made me see the truth, you and y/n helped me so much and made my life so much better, I'd be a terrible girlfriend if I just left him like this and not do anything"

".........."

"I'm going to save him, no matter what I have to do!"

"You're really brave"

"Thanks, soooo am I going or what?"

"Of course, remember to contact us if anything goes wrong"

"And if the worst situation happens then just escape and return here, there's no shame in that"

"No way I'm gonna run, I need to change y/n's heart no matter what"

Joker gave her a thumbs up and smiled along with the other thieves as they saw futaba summon her persona and get inside it exiting the window and going up the tower

Once necronomicon reached the top floor futaba got out of her persona and landed inside, the floor looked miserable, like a prison, there were cracks in the walls and drops of water coming out of the ones in the ceiling

"Is this how y/n sees his room?....it's terrible"

"Who's......there?"

Futaba yelped and looked towards the voice, she saw.....you or your shadow at least, it looked like you, with the hair that she liked to sniff while cuddling and the skin she liked to kiss and caress. The only real difference in your face was the yellow eyes but your body was another story, your shadow had a prisoner outfit on, and only now she could see that your hands were chained to the wall with handcuffs. You looked so miserable malnourished and pale, even your voice was weak, even if it wasn't the real you, futaba's heart still sunk knowing this was how you viewed yourself

"......y/n..."

"How do you know my name.....wait that outfit....are you a phantom thief?"

"H-huh? O-oh yeah and I'm here to steal your heart!"

".......what?"

"N-no wait, can we redo this? That was way too cringy"

"......why would you want to steal my heart? Is it like what happened to futaba?"

"....y-you believe m- I mean her?"

"Of course, she got her heart changed by them and healed from her wounds......I don't need or deserve that kind of treatment"

"What are you saying?"

"I deserve to be here, just leave me alone, I'll stay here alone......that's what I deserve"

"Of course you don't you-"

"Spare me your hollow words, you know I don't deserve to be saved too don't you? I don't know how you found out about this or entered here but leave, please I don't deserve to be freed"

"......stop it"

"Huh?"

"Stop talking like that. You don't deserve to be saved? Are you kidding me? You're amazing and kind and loving, and need to continue being like that"

".....who are you to talk? You don't even know me, all the people who told me that I didn't deserve to be here....that I didn't deserve futaba....that I didn't deserve to live....they knew me at least.....don't think the half baked pity of a stranger who's probably only doing this to get more famous is gonna magically make me change my mind, leave me here.....it's what I deserve"

".....so people were bullying you......it sounds so harsh no wonder a palace was born from it.......if only I noticed before"

"Harsh?....it was just the truth and I'm thankful to them, now I can rot here and stay away from the lives of people who I don't deserve....especially futaba....I feel so sorry for her.....having to put with me for all this time"

".....you think she'll be happy if she sees you like this?"

"......maybe....at least I know she'll be glad to not have to pretend to love me anymore"

"......You're even more of an idiot than I thought"

".....what?"

"I-futaba loves you, I'm sure of it, she loves you more than anything in the world, and if she saw you like that then she'd want nothing more than to save you"

"....Eh.....You're talking as if you know her"

".....because I do"

".....what?"

Right before your shadow's eyes the phantom thief took off her vision to reveal the purple eyed glasses wearing nerdy girl that you loved

".....fu....taba?! What are you-....you were a-"

"Do you believe me now? Y/n I love you, and you need to stop talking like that, you seriously think I've been faking my love all this time? Why the heck would I do that?"

"................"

"See? Even you can't come up with an explanation, you're just using it as an excuse to justify your self hatred.....you love me too and you've created this lie to refuse my help"

".....I......i-"

"I'll admit I'm not fully blameless, I should have seen the problem and helped you before this palace was born......but I didn't so I'm sorry for that.....but you also need to apologize"

"For what?"

"For refusing this help. Your distorted heart created a place where no one could reach you because you thought you didn't deserve to be helped by anyone.....You're wrong so open the door to your heart.....and accept this help"

".....but-"

"I know it will be hard...but I'm here....I'll help you every step of the way so please....I need you to accept this help"

".........futaba......t-thank you"

The hacker saw that you were starting to cry now so she approached you and gave you a hug, not caring about any soot or dust getting on her suit

"......there's no need for thanks, so.....will you start opening up?"

"......I think I'm ready"

"Great so-"

Before she could say anything else futaba saw that you started to glow and the tower was crumbling

"S-shoot the palace is getting destroyed already? I-i guess it's good"

She started to run towards the windows and summoned necronomicon again before turning to you one last time, happy to see a smile on your tear soaked face

"Hey....You're gonna be OK.....I love you"

"......I....love you too"

Futaba smiled and waved at you before jumping into her ufo and regrouping with the other thieves who quickly ran away from the palace and returned to the real world

"So....you managed to change his mind"

"Yep, I convinced him that I could helped him and that he deserved to be helped and so he had a change of heart"

"That's good, it's nice to clear a palace without fighting the shadow once in a while"

"Speaking of, did he tell you why the palace was created?"

"It seems like some guys were bullying him and saying he didn't deserve me...they also sent him death threats and other horrible stuff"

"....that's terrible"

"Yeah....don't worry I'll find out who they are, he said they knew him so they're probably classmates.....how could they do something like that? I'll hack their phones and reveal all their embarrassing search history mwehehe"

"...wow!...remind me to not mess with y/n"

"...you were thinking of doing that?"

"N-no of course not!"

"How did you convince his shadow?"

"Oh yeah....about that....I....might have revealed my identity to him"

"What? Are you nuts!?"

"I-it was the heat of the moment and he wouldn't have believed me otherwise"

"Don't worry it was just his shadow so the real him shouldn't remember"

"....oh.....yeah....still sorry"

"It's fine"

"When's the change of heart happening?"

"I don't know we just have to wait"

"......are you sure he's going to have one?"

"Well everyone did so far so there should be no problems"

"I..... see"

"Hey futaba, you were really brave....I'm sure he'll turn back to normal in no time"

".....thanks, I'll check on him"

"Good luck and tell us how that goes"

"For sure, see you guys and thanks I couldn't have done it without you"

[Timeskip]

Futaba stood in front of the door to your room, two large bags in her hands, she took a deep breath and knocked

"Hey y/n it's me futaba, I thought we could hang out"

She waited for a bit but no answer came and the door remained closed

"Sojiro made your favorite curry and I brought it here. I also have all your favorite games"

She sighed when the door still didn't open and was ready to walk away and wait more but was stopped by your figure opening the door and standing in front of her

"Hey-"

"Y/n!"

She tackled you in a hug and after a while you wrapped your arms around her too

"I was so worried about you"

"R-really?"

"Of course...you didn't come out of your room for so long"

".....thank you"

"No I didn't do anything"

"You just being here is a great help"

"I'm glad and don't worry I'll help with everything, first thing first teaching those losers who said all those horrible things to you a lesson"

".....how....how did you know about that?"

"O-oh hehe....g-girlfriend intuition you know? I could just tell"

"Oh...yeah I guess that makes sense, you are really perceptive"

"Yeah exactly but stop thinking about that for now, tonight I just wanna play videogames and binge anime with the best boyfriend in the world who deserves this and much more"

".....thank you so much.....really i love you"

"It's nothing, I love you too, so let's start!"

[xomakara]

Love In Turbulence

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You're the maid of honor in your best friend's destination wedding, but you are single and feeling depressed about having to attend solo. Stressed and grumpy on the long flight there, you have a few too many drinks and pass out, drooling on the shoulder of your seatmate. When you arrive at the wedding, you are mortified to discover that your handsome seatmate is Yunho, the best man, and you spend the rest of the wedding weekend trying to avoid him. PAIRING | Yunho x Reader GENRE | non-idol!Yunho, wedding season yo, smut with no (maybe a little) plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), vaginal sex, oral sex RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MDNI LENGTH | 4,144 words TAGLIST | -- NETWORKS | AUTHOR’S NOTE | I got invited to a wedding next year and was kind of, somewhat inspired to write this lol. I think it feels a bit rushed hahaha. Enjoy!

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"Jina!" You yanked your best friend, the bride, into the bathroom and locked the door before anyone else came in.

"Are you okay?"

"No! Why didn't I know that we were sitting together?!" You asked her.

She looked at you with a confused look. "Huh?"

"Me and Yunho!" You explained.

"Of course you're sitting at the same table with Yunho. He's Yeosang's best man, just like you’re my maid of honor." She said it as if it made sense to her, but she couldn't figure out why you weren't making any sense either.

"Jina, he's the man I told you that I drooled all over on the plane." You told her the whole story, starting from when you started feeling depressed from being single during take-off, to having one too many drinks and until you woke up later on to find yourself face down on Yunho's shoulder, drooling.

"Oh my god." Jina covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god."

She kept repeating herself over and over again while you finished your story. When you were done, Jina leaned against the sink counter and looked at you with wide eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"How was I supposed to know that he was Yeosang's best man?" You groaned. "He's the only one of Yeosang's friends that I haven't met yet."

"So? Who cares? Do you think Yunho will be mad that you drooled on him? If anything he'll probably be flattered."

You rolled your eyes. "There's no way he'll be flattered. Who would be flattered by someone drooling all over them?"

"And you're worried about what he thinks about you? Seriously Y/N, this isn't high school where everyone has the same circle of friends. People come here for weddings alone. You need to start meeting new people or you're going to end up an old maid at this rate." Jina scolded you. "Look, go talk to him."

"I can't do that!" You protested. "I've been running away from him ever since the reception started."

"Why? Because he looks good in a suit? Or maybe because he smells really nice and his voice makes you shiver every time you hear him speak?" Jina teased. "Come on Y/N, don't make this harder than it already is. Talk to him and get this awkward moment over with. I know Yunho. He won't think you're weird, so don't worry about that."

You sighed. "Fine."

After straightening yourself out and silently cursing Jina for making you wear this sexy cocktail dress, you headed towards the table where Yunho sat with the rest of the wedding party. Okay, you had to admit that he was stupidly, insanely hot in a suit. And you also knew that his smoky brown eyes would have caught the attention of most women around him. However, none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was getting past this first conversation with him and praying that it would go smoothly.

When you reached the table, you realized that the only empty seats were beside Yunho, so you went to sit down next to him without even thinking twice about it. As soon as your butt hit the chair, you noticed that Yunho slowly turned his head to face you. You gulped nervously and looked away quickly. This was not happening. Not after everything that happened on the plane. It was too soon. You had to get out of here. Now.

But then, before you could make a move, Yunho moved closer to you and leaned forward to place his left arm around the back of your chair. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your cheeks burning bright red under his intense stare.

What did you say? What did you say?! But then, before you could figure out how to escape this situation, Yunho spoke. "If you're worried about what happened on the plane, don't worry about it."

His voice was smooth and silky like silk. It was almost hypnotic. The last thing you wanted to do was fall under his spell. "Okay," you replied and slowly turned your head to face him. "Thanks."

Yunho nodded and smiled slightly. His eyes scanned your body, lingering on certain parts of you. "You look really beautiful tonight."

You blinked a few times, dumbfounded by his compliment. You stared back at him and realized that he still hadn't let go of your chair. Oh god.

"Are you alright?" He asked you.

"I'm still mentally embarrassed about the whole plane incident." You said sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it." Yunho assured you. "Besides, you looked cute sleeping on my shoulder."

"Even with all the drool?" You frowned.

"Yes." Yunho confirmed. "You looked very pretty. Even with all the drool."

The corner of your lips twitched up and you realized that you actually liked hearing those words from him. So you decided to take the conversation further. "Well...I didn't know you were the best man until I saw you standing next to Yeosang earlier today. As soon as I saw you, I wanted to avoid you at all costs."

“Well if it makes you feel better, I didn’t know you were the maid of honor until a few hours ago.” Yunho laughed. “It all makes sense why you kept running when someone tried to introduce us to each other. What made you change your mind?"

"The bride." You mumbled.

Yunho laughed and you couldn't help but smile at his cute chuckle. Damn, he had such a gorgeous laugh. You could listen to it forever.

"I'm sure Jina told Yeosang because they look like they're staring at us nonstop." Yunho said, nudging you gently. "But hey, I'm glad you changed your mind and talked to me. I'm really glad to finally meet you."

Your stomach suddenly churned and butterflies started fluttering inside your chest. Even though you just officially met Yunho a few minutes ago, you were strangely attracted to him. How strange was that? You always thought of yourself as a hopeless romantic, but the feeling that you were currently experiencing right now was something entirely different. And it scared you more than anything.

"Do you want to dance?" Yunho asked, getiing up from his seat.

"And give the newlyweds even more ammo to tease us?" You asked him.

Yunho gave you a soft smile. "It's fine if you don't want to dance with me."

"But I DO want to dance with you." You countered. "I promise I won't make a fool of myself."

"Then come on." Yunho grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your chair. "Let's dance."

You knew he was tall. But you didn't think he was this tall. Sure, you were wearing like four inch heels, but he still towered over you like an oak tree. And when he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, your knees felt weak and shaky. The entire time you were walking, your heart raced faster than ever before. What the hell was wrong with you? How was it possible for someone to make you feel this way within seconds of meeting them?

The dance floor was filled with people of all ages. An upbeat song played in the background, filling the room with music and laughter. You smiled as you watched Jina and Yeosang dancing. They looked so happy. You noticed Seonghwa, Mingi and Jongho, three of the groomsmen, dancing in a corner while the other groomsmen and bridesmaids laughed.

He was so close to you. You could feel Yunho's warmth radiating from his body, causing goosebumps to form all over your skin. Every movement that he made was like poetry to your ears. Every breath he took sounded so perfect. You closed your eyes and listened to his voice wash over you. For a second, you forgot who you were, what you were doing, and who you were talking to. Everything just faded away except for Yunho and his amazing presence.

As the music slowed down and into a romantic melody, Yunho moved his hands closer to your body and slid his right hand around your lower back. You sucked in a sharp breath and pressed yourself against him, enjoying the sensation of his hard muscles against yours. Your heart pounded rapidly and the entire world disappeared except for the two of you. You were falling. Falling into this incredible dream.

"Is this alright?" Yunho whispered into your ear.

"More than alright." You breathed out, still clinging onto him for dear life. "Perfect."

He continued to hold you in his arms, swaying to the tune of the song. His hand stayed low on your back while his other hand held onto your wrist. He never let go of you.

After dancing with Yunho for a while, you excused yourself to use the restroom. On your way to the bathroom, you ran into Jina who was heading towards the restrooms as well. She stopped short and looked at you with a wide grin.

"So...looks like you and Yunho are hitting it off." She teased. "I don't even know why you were so freaked out about him earlier."

You let out a laugh and hugged her. "Thank you, Jina. For pushing me to go talk to him."

"Y/N, you're my best friend. Of course I'm going to push you to do things you're afraid of." Jina explained. "I want you to be just as happy as I am. So I know you two officially just met but what do you think of him? Yeosang and I were saying earlier that you two looked cute together."

"I don't know why..." You bit your bottom lip. "But I'm having all these weird feelings that I've never had with other guys before. Like...a sense of...home."

Jina smiled. "That's good, Y/N. Trust your gut. If something feels right, it probably is. And besides, who says you need to rush things? You should be able to enjoy this special time in your life."

"Yeah, but this isn't supposed to happen." You complained. "How does someone fall in love so fast?"

"They don't." Jina shrugged. "You just meet the person that you're meant to be with and things fall into place naturally."

You let out a small sigh and turned around to walk towards the restroom. "I never asked but did you feel this way about Yeosang?"

Jina laughed. "When I first laid eyes on Yeosang, I knew I was going to marry that man."

You stopped and turned around again. "Really?"

"Oh yeah." Jina grinned widely. "I knew we were meant to be together since the day I met him."

You smiled as well. "Wow. That's awesome."

"Now you understand what I mean about trusting your gut, right?" Jina said, clapping you on the back.

You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye and nodded. "Yeah, I think I get it."

Before you entered the restroom, Jina leaned in close and whispered into your ear, "You'll find him too, Y/N. Don't lose hope."

Once you finished using the restroom, you headed back to where you and Yunho were sitting. He let out a smile when he saw you coming. Your eyes lingered on his lips for a brief moment and then snapped back up to his face. "Did you get lost?" He asked you.

"No." You shook your head and sat down next to him. "I ran into Jina and we talked for a bit."

Yunho laughed. "Let me guess. She asked about us."

"Yep." You replied. "She said that we looked cute together."

"And do you think we look cute together?" He asked, cocking his head at you.

"A little too early to tell." You let out a laugh. "But I'd like to keep this momentum going. Only if you want to, though."

"Of course I want to keep this momentum going." Yunho replied and let out a laugh. "I'm a fan of momentum."

Before you knew it, you found yourself holding his hand. Not because you were drunk or high, but because you genuinely wanted to. Maybe he did awaken a dormant desire deep inside you, or maybe you just wanted to have fun with a cute boy and this was the best opportunity to do so. Whatever the reason was, you were completely okay with it. And surprisingly enough, neither of you let go of each other's hand.

"Mmmm..." You let out a small moan of satisfaction as you snuggled close to Yunho's body.

The air conditioner hummed softly and the windows were tightly shut, blocking out any noise from outside. There wasn't a lot of light in the room; the only source of light came from the moonlight shining through the window. But that wasn't what caught your attention. It was the warmth of his body that surrounded you that caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. You reached out to touch his shoulder and his arm tightened around your waist, preventing you from moving further. He shifted slightly to turn you on your side, wrapping his arm around your body and pulling you closer.

It had been months since Jina's and Yeosang's wedding and here you were, wrapped in Yunho's embrace. You had your first official date a few days after the wedding and it ended in the most intense kiss you had ever experienced in your life. From that moment onwards, your life was flipped upside down and you didn't regret one thing about it.

Your friends were ecstatic that you and Yunho made it exclusively official. Jina and Yeosang even joked that if you two were going to get married in the near future, that they would have to be part of your wedding party. You weren't even thinking of marriage yet. All you wanted was to enjoy your time with him without worrying about making a mistake. And the fact that you could call him 'my boyfriend' was simply icing on the cake.

When Yunho suggested that you stay the night, you jumped at the chance. As much as you loved spending time with him during the day, nothing beat being curled up with him in bed. Being this close to him made you forget everything else in the world.

You closed your eyes and sighed contently. In that moment, nothing mattered except for you and Yunho.

"Y/N?" A soft voice spoke into your ear. "Are you asleep?"

Your eyelids fluttered open and you turned to see Yunho staring at you with adoration. His hair fell into his eyes and his cheeks were rosy red. His smile made your heart skip a beat. God, he was such a beautiful man.

You shook your head, burrowing your face deeper into his chest. "Not anymore."

Yunho chuckled and lightly kissed your forehead. "You're too cute, babe."

"Mmm...keep calling me cute." You pouted playfully.

Yunho wrapped his arm tighter around you and pulled you closer. "Cute. My girlfriend is cute. So precious. Cute, precious, sweet, adorable, perfect, gorgeous, hot, sexy, beautiful. That pretty much covers every adjective there is when describing you."

Your cheeks blushed. "Gosh, Yunho. What will I ever do with you?"

"There's only one answer to that question." Yunho replied and started tracing random patterns on your stomach. "Take care of me."

Your heart skipped a beat as Yunho lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You leaned forward and cupped his cheek, wanting desperately to deepen the kiss. His mouth was warm and his lips felt so soft against yours. You couldn't help but moan as his tongue slowly brushed against your lips.

Your hands gripped onto his shirt and before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, moaning loudly as he continued kissing your neck. One of his hands ran up and down your thigh while the other caressed your cheek. The intensity between you two grew as the kisses became more heated. You grabbed his face with both hands and crushed your lips against his, giving him full access to explore your mouth. Both of your tongues intertwined and you moaned into his mouth, sending chills throughout your body.

His hands traveled up your legs and you quickly lifted your body off of his, leaving him breathless. "Yunho..." You breathed heavily, running your fingers through his hair.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked with lust-filled eyes.

"I need you." You confessed. "Don't you need me?"

Yunho smiled mischievously. "Every damn minute of the day."

You slid your hand underneath his t-shirt, running your fingers over his stomach. He groaned as your fingers pressed firmly against his skin. He moved his hands to cup your face and pull you in for another kiss. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you tighter to him. Yunho sat up, tugging his shirt off before grabbing the hem of the t-shirt you borrowed from him and pulled it over your head. He threw it on the floor and admired your naked chest. You licked your lips, breathing heavily as he ran his hands up and down your sides, resting them on your breasts. He pulled your nipples into his fingertips and pinched gently, causing a low moan to escape your throat. He chuckled and planted a firm kiss on your lips.

You rolled over onto your back and pulled him on top of you, wrapping your arms around his neck. He ran his hands over your exposed skin and slowly slid your shorts and panties down your legs. Once you were completely naked, he took off his remaining clothes and lay down next to you, continuing to run his hands over your skin. He traced his fingers across your collarbone, dipping lower until he reached your breasts. You arched your back and grabbed hold of his hair, letting out a loud moan as he circled your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. His fingers pinched your nipple lightly, causing you to arch your back even more.

He licked his lips as he stared hungrily at your naked form. "God, you're so fucking sexy." He muttered under his breath.

Your breathing increased as he explored every inch of your body with his hands. You ran your fingers through his hair and watched as his dark eyes searched for yours. You tilted your head to the side and sucked on your bottom lip as he trailed kisses along your jawline. You closed your eyes and let out a moan as he covered your breast with his mouth, sucking hard on your nipple. Your nails dug into his scalp as he began to trail kisses down your stomach. He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at you, waiting for you to tell him whether he should continue.

"Please." You whispered.

Yunho grinned wickedly and buried his face between your legs. You tensed as he ran his tongue along your wet slit, lightly brushing your clit. "Oh god..." You moaned as he placed small kisses all along your pussy, stopping briefly to tease your sensitive nub. You squeezed your thighs together, squeezing his head as his tongue ran along your clit.

He let out a little laugh against your inner thigh. "Babe, you’re going to suffocate me.”

You laughed, reaching out to grab his hair again. “I can’t help it. It feels so good.”

Yunho licked his lips. “Then don’t fight it, baby. Just enjoy the ride.”

You whimpered as he flicked his tongue against your clit, causing you to buck your hips. His mouth wrapped around your clit and suckled gently, causing an explosion of pleasure to flow through your body. You cried out and dug your fingernails into his scalp as you bucked harder and harder against his mouth.

"Yunho!" You cried out, unable to take it anymore.

Yunho removed his mouth from your dripping sex and stared at you with hooded eyes. "Let go, Y/N." He whispered. "Just let go."

With one last thrust of his tongue, you lost control and let out a scream as waves of ecstasy flooded through your entire body. You clutched Yunho's head, crying out as your orgasm exploded inside of you. Yunho continued licking your pussy until your orgasms subsided, kissing you tenderly afterwards. You laid there with your eyes closed, taking deep breaths as your heart slowed down.

Yunho propped himself up on his elbow and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "You okay?”

You nodded and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I am now."

Yunho laid next to you and you couldn’t help but straddle him again, tugging his pants down to free his cock. With one hand wrapped around his cock, you positioned yourself above him, lowering yourself slowly onto him. The way he gripped your ass made you gasp as you lowered yourself, allowing him to enter you. You held onto his shoulders tightly as he filled you up, his hips grinding against yours. You leaned forward and ran your tongue along his neck and shoulder, loving how his muscles tightened around you.

"Can't get over how good you feel inside me." You whispered.

Yunho smiled. "Feels good to be inside you, baby."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up. He let out a deep sigh as you rocked your hips back and forth. Every movement sent delicious sensations coursing through your body.

Yunho leaned his head back and closed his eyes, groaning softly. "Fuck, I love it when you ride me like this."

"Yunho." You gasped, biting his lower lip as you rode him faster.

"I know, baby." He whispered, tightening his grip on your waist. "I love watching you ride me. Love how you look so fucking hot riding my dick."

"Oh god..." You whispered as he pinched your nipples. "Please...Yunho...don't stop."

You could feel his cock pulsating inside of you and Yunho couldn't help but flip you over unto your back, pinning you down on the mattress. You bit your lip as he ground his hips into yours, causing another surge of pleasure to rush through your body. His mouth found its way to your breast and he kissed it roughly. He took his time sucking on your nipple, making you squirm beneath him. His teeth scraped against your sensitive skin and you arched your back, gripping his hair tightly as he pleasured your breast.

"You're driving me crazy, baby." He whispered against your skin. "Tell me what you want."

You bit your lip and glanced up at him. "Yunho...please..."

"Tell me what you want, baby." He said, still teasing your nipple with his teeth.

You let out a frustrated groan and dug your nails into his shoulders. "Yunho...fuck me...harder...please..."

He growled and slammed into you hard, burying himself to the hilt. "That's it, babe. Take my cock. Take everything I give you."

Yunho grabbed hold of your hips and pounded into you with every thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. His large hands grabbed onto your waist and held you in place as he pumped you harder and harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clutching his body close to yours. He moved his mouth to your ear and placed soft kisses against your earlobe. "God, you feel so fucking good. Feels so damn good."

He kept pounding into you until you felt the pressure build up inside of you. "Yunho...oh god...I'm gonna come!" You cried out as you clamped down on him, milking his cock.

"Fuck! Fuck! !" He yelled, pumping his hips faster as he came inside of you. You cried out as you climaxed with him, your body trembling as you fought to keep your legs still. You clung onto him tightly as he slowly pulled out of you, gasping for air as he collapsed next to you.

Yunho looked down at you with glazed eyes. "That was...one hell of a fuck." He whispered, caressing your cheek with his hand.

You laughed weakly and shook your head. "Mmmhmm."

"Glad I could be of service, ma'am." He teased, stroking your bare hip with his thumb.

"Uh huh." You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. "Anytime."

You snuggled closer to him and he wrapped his arm around you. "How'd I ever get so lucky?" He whispered against your temple.

You cuddled closer to him and ran your hand down his chest. "We both know it wasn't luck." You whispered. "This has always been meant to be."

Yunho smiled. "Meant to be. Sounds right to me."

"You know Seonghwa invited us to his wedding..." You looked up at him. "You wanna go?"

"Depends." Yunho gave you a teasing smile. "You gonna drool on me again?"

"Maybe..." You smirked.

Yunho laughed and pulled you into a tight hug. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, babe."

[xazse]

(here is your answer for the naga scara x fem or male reader) DO ANY GENDER IDC IM JUST FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN LIKE A DOG FOR YOUR POST RIGHT NEOWOOWOWOW NEOWOWOWOWO (I would prefer fem reader, but idc about the gender. Just gimme the story bbg) (Also, stay healthy!1 <3)

Notes: I know I have other requests but this was too tempting, thank you so much for the health comment!! I HOPE YALL ARE STILL AROUND!! Btw I’m not sure about Naga Anatomy so his cocks are like hidden in slits/pockets.

Pairings: Naga!Scaramouche x Fem!NaiveReader

Tags: Naive!Reader, 2 Cocks, Scara is kinda creepy but sweetish, fingering, Virgin!Reader, Sheltered!Reader, Fem!Reader, SMUT, NOT PROOFREAD

Naga Scaramouche who is entranced by the sheltered village girl: you, a pretty thing that won’t stray too far into the forest.

Naga Scaramouche whos very patient watching you from the trees, he watches as the short dress you wear rises up just a few inches when you pick a berry too high for you. The tight white panties seem to hug your ass so good.

Naga Scaramouche who can’t wait to have you underneath him, coiled in his tail and in his embrace.

Naga Scaramouche who finally has the opportunity to attempt to speak with you, you had gotten a little lost when you decide your pickings of berries weren’t up to standard, a lost lamb like yourself practically in tears searching every direction to try to remember where home is.

Naga Scaramouche who introduces himself and you’re scared shitless, you’ve only heard of his kind in the stories your mother would tell you to scare you into being good. He’s big, but you can’t deny how pretty he is, his tail is a deep purple hue as well as his pretty mauve long hair that cascades down his back and stops at his lower abdomen, mentioning that, he’s shirtless.

Naga Scaramouche who offers to lead the pretty lamb to safety, warning you that there’s dangers that would do awful things to such a weak thing like yourself. That he does, leading you safely to the outskirts of your village, during the whole walk you can’t stop stealing glances at the beautiful mystery man. He can hear your parents are calling your name with desperate urgency. You look back at him to offer a thank you, but discover he’s gone.

You who comes back a few days later at the spot he had dropped you off at, you bring a cooked rabbit stew as a gift to give to him or at least hope you can give it. a few minutes later you can hear rustling and a voice speaks up: “A gift? For me perhaps?” You face the man once again in all his beauty you nod quickly and he laughs at that.

Exchanges are had over the next few months, with you listening and talking to “Scaramouche” you learn his name is. He seems rather dodgy with questions about himself but wants you to talk about yourself all the time, you have no issues with it, deciding later on he’d become more open.

Scaramouche looks at you weirdly, a look you can’t quite decipher, it’s like he’s looking through you, and you hate that. You hate how weird and tingly it makes you feel, how you feel weird even down there. You don’t have anyone to talk to about this feeling so it’s bottled up and held in.

Scaramouche makes it subtle at first, glancing at you, making sure to make eye contact even though your eyes dart to avoid his, light touches on your arms, thighs, and neck. He knows what he’s doing to you and he doesn’t feel a bit bad about it, he wants to claim you already, his cock can only be contained for so long, it’s getting harder and harder but he feels a few more pushes will bring you right along.

After a whole week you’ve given up, you come to him with all your issues and how confused and foggy you feel around him, you suggest distancing yourself away from him for a little. He hates that idea you can tell by the dark swirl in his eyes, he calms himself and calms you. Putting his hand on the small of your back he whispers lowly on how he’ll help you, help you get rid of all your problems.

You accept of course, as pliant as ever.

He helps you relax on the forest floor, a beautiful light pouring in to emphasize the glow of his gorgeous tail. He starts by asking you to lift your dress, and you listen obediently. Your supple skin now for him to revel in, but it’s not nearly enough. Your panties are on display as well, the thing seems to be squeezing you just like the last pair. Thin fingers grab one of your thighs and lifts it up in the air in your direction, being mindful to watch his sharp fingernails as they clench around the fat.

He uses the palm of his fingertip to trace the outline of your wet cunt, that makes your breath hitch, his fingers are warm or maybe it’s you who’s warm as he continues to trace and examine you. Scaramouche presses on your clit just a little bit, he’s testing the waters. That does bring out a reaction: you clutch your fingers around the fabric of your dress that you still hold.

You feel impatient even though you’re just getting started, new feelings are swirling in your gut when he lays down on his stomach near your pussy. Scaramouche doesn’t want to rid you of your panties just yet, the wet patch in the middle arouses him so much. He pulls them to the side to reveal your glistening cunt: he’s never seen a humans area before not unless they were in books and he did quite a lot of studying on women’s anatomy but having the real thing makes his cock ache, he wants to be buried deep in you but before that he needs to prep you.

Scaramouche licks a long stride up your cunt from bottom to top, a whine leaves your throat at the new feeling of something foreign but not unwanted, based on your reaction he does it again and again till he’s lapping up a good bit of your cum: and god do you taste heavenly, he finds himself completely entranced with licking you over and over, you aren’t fairing any better with the way your hips have started to buck towards more pleasure. Lewd moans keep filling the forest around you paired with Scaramouches loud sucking, he guides his tongue to your clit, licking around it before completely engulfing the sensitive thing in his mouth.

A tightness is forming in your belly, you urge Scaramouche that something happening and maybe he should slow down, he doubles down and both of his hands are holding your thighs up: pinning you in place as he keeps abusing your poor clit. Your whining gets even more pitched up before you spasm and cum on his face. He takes the opportunity to slide a finger inside of your tight hole: it does prove to be difficult but he does fit about a quarter of one in. He starts up the process of stretching you out to accommodate him.

After a while you’re finally ready, but you can only take about half of him or he’s pretty sure you’d start up your crying. You lay staring at his actions with lust ridden eyes: he’s going to ruin you. His long tail grabs you by your waist, lifting you to sit right on where his cocks lays hidden.

He’s really had enough of edging himself, with your full attention he guides your hands to, two slits: intrigued you make a move to press your finger in and he jumps to grab your hand as fast as possible, you make a certain worried face at him and he shakes his head to reassure you. He decides that was a bad idea and takes his cock out himself, he has two but he doesn’t want to spook you straight away, well more than he already has.

He begins stroking himself while you watch, you lean forward: relaxing your hands on either side of his body. You’re thinking how his cock is just as pretty as him. A low groan slips from his lips, hes stroking himself from his balls to his tip: squeezing just a bit every so often.

When he’s done with that he lifts you up till your cunt is hovering over him, he lines himself up and slides in: a loud moan now leaves both your lips, for you it’s the stretch of his thick tip and for him it’s the tight rim he still has to push past. After a good bit he’s now leaned on a rock while holding your body so you don’t hurt yourself and end up having all of him in you, that’s for later.

A rhythm is developed, with him fucking you only last a certain point, your gooey insides feel so good around him, his head falls against the rock but he doesn’t stop lifting and pulling you back down. His head feels heady with need, he’d love to just shove you down all the way. You aren’t fairing any better, already seeming like you were cum again: dazed and dumb that’s how his cock had you.

Scaramouche thinks this feels better than those nights were he’d pump his cock to the thought of doing you like this, the real thing is so much more better obviously.

He speeds up his pace, angling his cock a tad bit deeper. He pulls out and slams back in, he brings you into a tight embrace before he’s cumming, the feeling of something warm also sending you over and you cream around his cock. Afterwards he’s decorating kisses all over your face, cooing at how perfect you are, how good you made him feel and how good you’ll both feel in the future

[penelope-potter]

Your Scent~

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor X Fem! Owl Hybrid! Reader

Summary: Alastor and you became good friends, which was changed later when he discovered how much he liked your scent~

Warnings: Smut (Oh gosh I can't write this, this won't go well)

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It was the day you started to try out Angel's different kinds of perfumes as your good friend Alastor started to act weird. Angel and you were friends too- but the kind of friendship neither of you have a crush on another. However- you sat once again in Angel's room and chatted about everything that came into your mind. Today he came up with the topic of past live story's. "You know I loved the perfumes these days. They smelled actually nice, rather than the shit Val force me to put on..." He holds up a pink bottle and smiled. "But this baby here is my favorite." He unscrew the cap and holds the pipette right in front of your face. You sniffed on it and smiled. "Hey this smells good! It's giving me nostalgic vibes." "Very funny!" "No really, I can totally imagine yourself dressing up like a bad bitch running down the old streets with your partner in crime. How romantic." You blinked and laughed as he pushed your elbow. "Come on, try it on you'll smell like a snack with this on!" He said and came closer, you bend backwards. "Whoa wait, why should I smell like a 'snack' again?" He rolled his eyes playfully. "Well I don't know maybe because your tall hotty will start to fall for you then?" He wiggle his eyebrows at you and you laughed it off. "Oh yes totally. I already see him drooling all over me just because I tried on one of your perfumes!" You joked and shook your head. "You won't regret it. A good scent can stuck into someone's memory, even in his." He dripped a few drops from the liquid on your neck and rubbed it into the right places. It smelled really nice. Like berry, leather and vanilla. Everything was fine until you started to wear it a week long. Angel's curiosity if the demon would actually hit on you was shattered in pieces then, because he only seemed irritated most of the time you cross paths with him. He looked after you with an itch in his eyebrow but never said anything.

It confused him more than he would ever admit. The perfume you wore smelled much too sweet for his opinion, and it ruined your whole appearance. He asked himself why he was fretting about something so mundane and unimportant, and tried to ignore it. But it got worse when you started to pick another scent today. You were walking down the kitchen, not even fully awake yawning when he smelled it between the coffee and eggs. The scent of lemon and cherry's. The static of his presence got so loud you had to cover your ears. "Alastor? Is everything alright?" You asked him suddenly, and he stopped in his movement to lead the cup to his mouth. "Of course. Why not?" He said, his expression annoyed. "Your static sounds a bit more...angrier today." You sad, placing your elbows on the kitchen table and smiled at him. Your hair stood up in all directions and your eyes were still a bit groggy. A pathetic view of you. No it was not, he actually liked the view of you in this way. He only realized it now that he liked your hair when he touches it, and how soft it feels. He also likes the warmth of your body when he lays and hand on your back. And he also realize that he likes your smell the most. Your natural scent which would made him go wild to just smell it once more. It was far more intense and much more suiting for you than that pathetic excuse for a 'perfume'. He couldn't understand why you put such colognes on yourself, when your scent already was enough to drive him insane.

"You smell different." He said, shocked about himself that the words just slipped out of him. He turned around as you started at him with wide eyes. "Uhm...yes. It's Angel's perfumes. I tried them on." You answered, he fiddling with his cup, which was long empty. "Hmm I personally don't like the idea of you putting on pathetic, much too sweet liquids on you dear..." He turned around and bends down on you so you pushed away as your nose almost touched his. "So you don't like it?" You asked, your heart hammering against your rip cage. “Darling your smell alone could make any guy tripping over his feet to be close to you.” The heat rushed into your cheeks. "Uhm... I didn't know you liked my scent so much..." You could only say, his smile more thin and his eyes itched. "Oh I didn’t knew it either up until now.” You smiled shyly. "Is that so?" You scratched the back of your hands, your wings flutter in excitement. "Maybe I should wash the perfume off then." You laughed as you still could feel his gaze resting on you.

"Oh dearest I would be more than happy to help you with that..." You looked at him as his smile grew more of lust and admiration. It took the courage of a lifetime to give him the answer you gave him. "Good then. Let's go." You stood up a bit too fast as he catches your chair from crashing on the floor, his body near to yours. "Good manners darling." He gently took your hand and leaded you with him. Your heart dizzy you could only feel him in the moment. He doesn't lead you into your room but in his instead and closed the door behind him. It was the second the door fell into place as your mind was set back in reality. What the fuck did you think you were doing?! "You- you don't have to actually help me you know... I just-" "Hm-hm." He raised his finger and came closer to you, titling your chin upwards. "Why not letting it happen and talk afterwards? Because right now darling, I'm ravenous for you..." You closed your mouth again and just nodded. You would have never expected that this will lead so far, but you seemed to not care at all. He was right you can talk later about it, because right now it felt so good as he helped undressing you, the air hitched cold on your skin. You were only in your underwear now as he came so close to you that your bodies touched as he took off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. His hands slowly finding their way to your back and your bra which he carefully unlocked and you slightly jumped by the sudden touch of his sharp claws. He was a bit unexperimented with his movements but it calmed your nerves to know this was nerve wrecking for him too. You could feel his hands shaking as you stopped him from going further away from you. "You will get wet when you'll help me..." You said and pulled on his bow tie exposing his neck. "Easy dear...I'm sure the image of my body will terrify you..." He said, holding your hand to stop the movement. "It won't. You know...I'm sure a woman would also be lost for air seeing such a body." You smiled slightly waiting for his respond of using his own words against him. He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself. "I guess I'll have to play a part in this too don't I?" "Yes you do." You let your hand wander over his chest to his buttons. "Don't say I didn't warned you." "Oh don't be so silly. Since when do you feel so self conscious? Not because of me." He laughed. "As if you're not worth starting wars for..." You stopped and looked at him shocked, he did the same. The words were slipping out of him more than usual, and it made him nervous. "Wow...no one ever said something like this to me." You smiled and unbuttoned the last button of his shirt and his fluffy chest came into your view. "What a pity to not being able to see what a beauty you are. Not only for you personality but also for your appearance..." You chuckled and raised your hand. "May I?"

His mouth closed smile gotten wider. "Oh how rude from me, I didn't asked you earlier. I guess you don't have to ask me too then." You smiled and were careful. You two were now almost completely undressed, and his body made you more nervous than the fact that you're basically also exposed too. His slender waist and the deep scars forming a pattern like tiger stripes around his chest and hips. His little deer tail looked so fluffy it was a scandal he hides it. "Like I said. Drop-Dead Gorgeous." You said smiling. He laughed. Genuine. "God you are too sweet for me. I'm afraid of not controlling myself after washing this...stuff away from you dearest." He said close to your ear as you shivered.

He was leading you into the shower he made with a simple snap running. The water was warm as you stood underneath it, his coat long slipped over your shoulders as he hold you close to him. You tried your best to keep your eyes where they should be as you admired his wet appearance. The soap he used smelled like lemon and ginger. It was not too sharp but it let you realize that this was how he smelled all the time. You smiled as you stood with your back facing him and enjoyed the caressing as he stopped for a moment. Suddenly you felt his hands wrapping around your torso and you slightly jumped as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "And? Better?" You asked smiling. "Much better." He sung. "I guess now I'll be rather smelling like you." "In this case everyone will know that you belong withme…" You smiled. “So, this was all a plan huh?” You joked as he turned you around to look at you, the water dripping from his ears on his shoulders. “Oh if this would have been planned darling, I would have done it much sooner. But I guess I only realized it now.” “What?” You asked him as he bend down, his mouth close to your ear. “That I would kill for calling you mine.” His voice brought shivers down your core as you placed a hand on his cheek. “In this case- you don’t need to kill someone. I accept the offer.” He took your hand and pulled you closer with the other. “Is this just your mind playing tricks on you or a you serious dear? Don’t play with me please.” Your smile dropped slightly. “I would never play with you Alastor. I hope you don’t change your mind either.” “Never.” He sung. You raised an eyebrow. “Show me that you mean it then.” He looked at you a moment before his teeth showing smile made you nervous. “Darling did I not showed you already? I would have never exposed myself like this with some mindless toy…”

You scanned his features and smiled. “You are a mystery Al. Never know what to expect from you.” He raised his hand and held your chin to lift it a bit. “So tricky. I like that.” He said chuckling. “I guess I’ll have to show you otherwise.” He kissed you out of nowhere and his hands trailed over your back. You wrapped your arms around his torso too as you could feel his nails tracing down your hips. The kiss deepens as you could feel he getting braver with each second as he carefully let his hands hover over your ass as you smiled against his lips and pulled his hands on it. He jumped a bit and stopped to look at you. “Got so brave, what’s wrong?” You asked innocent and he actually looked like a mess. You even got to hint a slight blush across his features, and finds it adorable. He said nothing and just pushed you against the wall while the water kept hitting you both on the head and continued to kiss your neck. You gripped his hair stronger as his hands wanders over your body until his hands find their way to your sides. His left hand trails over your rips as you could feel them on your breast. You gasped against his mouth as he growls and his grip tightens around both of them now. His body pressed against you as you could feel his lower part tickling yours. “We should not be doing this…” You said breathless and he leaned his forehead against yours. “Oh we should not be doing so many things darling but since we’re already in hell I guess this is what we are supposed to do…” He chuckled and you smiled. “Yeah you’re probably right.” You let your own claws trail over his back until you found his deer tail which you slowly gripped. He jumped a little for you to notice and his eyes grew wide, his smile thin. “Don’t go too far dearest. I might not be able to control myself. I already told you...” “Yes and I told you to go ahead. I can handle it you know?” You grinned and he took a moment to admire your beauty. You pushed a strand of hair out of your face, your claws sharp and long. He wanted to feel those on his back, or your soft breasts in his hands. It was strange really, he never craved such nasty things, and yet here he is- in the shower with the only woman in all of his life that he wants to do all the things he ever heard what others were doing. Suddenly he can understand the lustful things they said, because right now he was more ready than before. You smiled widely, your sharp teeths showing. “What do you wanna do now buck?” He blinked a few times, as he looked into your lidded eyes and grabbed you at your hips again, pushing you against him. “Why don’t we bring this to something more exciting and do the talking later, songbird?” “Great idea.” You sung as he pressed his lips against yours once again and lifted you up. You spread your legs to hold on to his slender waist as you took his sharp featured face in your hands again. You could feel how hot you got and how he’s gotten too. His fur was silky and the scent of him drove you insane. You started to bite his lower lip as he let go of you to trade little bites on your shoulder. You gripped his own shoulders so hard you had to control yourself to not hurt him. He wouldn’t matter though,

because right now you were are all he could think of. You warmth, your scent. Between the soap of his own he could still smell it. The scent he never thought could make him so out of place once it was gone. “You taste so good, darling.~” He said and he meant it. Your lips tasted like the flowers in front of his house in his past life before. Or the sweet smell of when he came home and only his mother and him were there. You taste better than his first taste on human flesh and you thrilled him more than his first crime. You were able to consume him in ways he would have laughed it off if someone had told him this morning. “And you smell so fucking good.” You said and rolled your hips against his length as you could feel how it affected him. His claws dig deeper in your ass as he brought you into position, his cock rubbing at your cunt. You slid your hand at his hard cock and smiled as he groans. “You are so hot right now.” You said in a way to encourage him because his eyes told more than his stiffened smile. He was not used to this, and you would have never thought that he would do such sinfull things with you. Since it’s his first, you wanted to make sure he feels nice. You were glad you two were in the shower, because it makes things easier. You smiled as he looked at you, his cheeks flushed in a beautiful reddish color and his pupils delighted, as he looked at you lips. “Shit… I want you dearest I can’t help myself-” “Then don’t fight against it. It’s just me remember?” You winked and started rubbing his hard cock in slow motions as he let go of another moan. He grabbed you again and started to bite your neck as he pushed your hands high above you, holding you trapped between him and the wall. His chest was pressed against your breasts and his cock tickled your cunt. “As I said before sweetest. You are worth starting wars for.” He hitched close to your ear. You could feel how his hand find it’s way to your cunt once again as he thrusts two of his fingers inside it. You groaned and digged your nails in his neck. “You like that hmm?” He sung as you rolled your hips to release the feeling which was bubbling up your stomach. But he doesn’t let you enjoy it for too long because he stopped and pulled out, only for thrusting his cock into you. You moaned and helped him with a last push as you could feel him shudder. You smiled as you hitched as his hands were all over you while rolling his hips in a steady tempo. You could hear him moan and he hitched as you pulled his hair while you let your head fall back as he licked your neck. “Faster.” You let off breathless as he grabbed your ass again and lift you up to press you against the cold wall behind you. “Giving orders now naughty girl?” He said breathless. “Just guiding you, sweetheart.” You whisper as he continued to thrust into you faster and kissed you deep. He tasted like coffee and mint and the smell of him is driving you insane as you almost reached your climax. He let go of your mouth as you looked into two now black eyes. His antlers grew third the seize but his smile was still the same.

“Who’s naughty now? Are we a little exited buck?” You teased and grabbed his black antlers to hold on to as he keep pushing inside you, his head now in your direction as you looked at each other while you moaned and he does the same. You reached your climax almost the same time as him and let go of his antlers slowly. You two gasped for air as he laughed and let his head fall against your shoulder. “Enjoyed it?” You said, smiling too. Your heart pondered in your chest and he was still shivering as a result of the excitation. “Very much dearest.” He came up again, his eyes now his normal red and his antlers the right size. He cupped your cheek and smiled softly. “This was kind of thrilling. I never experienced something like this before.” You smiled. “I know. Therefore I’m honored I could be your first. Glad you liked it.” You laughed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He laughed back like two teenagers as he trailed his nails over your scalp. “I hope I didn’t made a fool of myself…” “No, no It was great.” You let your gaze wander up and down on him. He catches you trailing your nails over his back in a soothing motion. “Well then…” He cleared his throat awkwardly while trying so hard to not look on your lips as you grinned. “...I think we should dry us up.” “Good idea.” You looked up at him, waiting for his reaction. “What, lost your tongue?” You teased, his eyebrow twitched. “Teasing thing you are-” You laughed and turned around as he stopped and kissed you one more time, his tongue exploring your mouth once again but slower this time. He snapped as you let go of each other and a towel appeared around your bodies. Your hair was dry and also your feathers, just like his. “Thank you, Buck.” “My pleasure, little songbird.”

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oh my gosh i did it, this was so weird to write it for the first time and I hope I don't fucking blame myself here right now... QwQ

[dragengyrr]

"Lose the jacket"…

More Alastor in dress from this post because I am completely normal about it (I’m not).

@prince-liest : answering previous asks, let’s establish now that if I mention you directly in my posts, you are free to link the art to your fics without asking (after all, it wouldn’t have existed without them). I’m pretty sure I’m not done with them. Cheers <3

Artist’s little side note (because I feel like rambling again): so Hazbin gave me two life improvements (well, three, if you add the music) - one was stepping foot into the unknown aroace territory and being hit on the head with realisation that it was my home all along, making my questionable behaviours and reactions in the past a whole lot less… weird. At least for me, the allos probably still thought I was weird af, but that’s their problem now.

Second improvement was discovering a cartoony style that just sits right with my hand. I’ve always loved cartoons, had a little nostalgic era at the end of high school where I went back to the stuff I’d watched as a kid (Jake Long, Ben 10, Kid vs Kat, Samurai Jack), then I was discovering shows that were made quite recently already as an adult (Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, The Owl House), I loved them for various reasons… but every time I tried to play with their style, I couldn’t get past a few drawings.

I also never truly worked out my own cartoony style, so I thought I’d be stuck with realism for all eternity - which is not bad by any means, it’s just that added pressure of your own artistic ego whispering into your ear that if you misplace one tendon or muscle, or get the proportions wrong, you’ll likely burn down in some special part of hell, specifically for artists that are too lazy to check their anatomy atlas for every single drawing they make. Or maybe that’s just me.

The point is – I don’t remember the last time I produced so many drawings in such a short time, and it’s a blast. And I can focus on posing and emotions more than anything, thus learning new tricks, and it might improve my realistic art as well, right now limited by my fear of it somehow looking incorrect (because that would surely mean the end of the world).

-End of ramble-

[denial-permanente]

Hello, first off I have to thank you and Tom for all the advice within your blog! It has helped answer a lot of questions for my wife and I.

When I am caged (which is most of the time now outside of showering and inspections), and I wear the harness with her favorite dildo for us to enjoy each other, there are times I end up ejaculating during the act. Lately it is almost an every time occurrence when She is having her orgasm it makes me as well.

She feels this is an amazing thing that happens while I also feel that, I just wonder if that’s a normal occurrence within the chastity world?

I'm discovering that more couples are trying this, which is great to hear because for years it seemed like we were the only ones who had even heard of this. I honestly don't know if coming in the cage is typical because it's only in the past couple of years that I have learned that there are other couples who do this.

Even back when we first started "foxing" it always made my husband come. Because one of the reasons I lock him is to control his orgasms, I used to make him tell me when he was getting close so I could decide whether or not to allow him to come that way. When I did, he often complained that they were not satisfying enough and it left him feeling weird afterward.

Right now, we are going on almost 7 straight years of him being locked and only allowed to come that way. For the first few years, he did complain that they weren't full orgasms. But as time went on something happened and he began to enjoy them more and more. There was a time that he came almost every time that we had sex that way, because the orgasms would happen very suddenly. I guess now he has learned how to watch out for them because he can feel it happening.

To me, it's very sexy to know that he has to hold back from coming because he is so excited. I imagine your wife feels the same way... her orgasm triggers yours. What a great way to feel more close and intimate together!

🔏Tom here. After having been locked for about three years I noticed that my brain was becoming rewired to enjoy the caged orgasms. By another year, they became so intense that they feel better than I remember conventional orgasms feeling. They drag out for a long time and seem to come from a place deep within me.

For a couple of years, Mrs Edge allowed me to come about once a month, maybe two. However, that changed in 2023 where she only allowed me to come twice (right after the holidays, and again in the summer), and she has continued that during 2024. While she enjoys it when I do, she also enjoys the power and control in not allowing me.

I don't know if this is "typical" within the community. Foxing itself is not as common as one might think, but in the various forums I read and moderate, I do see this enough to know that it's not at all unusual. It moves the male orgasm from a mainly physical thing to rely more on the mental/emotional phase. If it's working for you and your wife, then definitely you should keep on enjoying it.

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part seven

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 2.7k (2716)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part eight! really a little suggestive at the start but it's literally nothing, but I thought it was right to say it

You didn't know how long you had been awake. Maybe five minutes, maybe an hour, maybe even hours. But time, since last night, seemed to have entered a limbo from which it had left you out, as if you in a dimension without a duration of time

Your legs still felt numb, your body still naked and warm under the covers; you noticed red marks on the base of your breasts, probably hickeys, that were surely also in other parts that you had yet to discover. You were fine like that, without having a specific worry, but only many thoughts that quickly disappeared from your mind. You hadn't felt this sensation of tranquility for a while now, and feeling it like this suddenly seemed almost strange after a long time. The late afternoon sunset was barely coming through the bedroom blinds, sending only a few traces of light back to the floor and the sheets of the bed. Michael was still sleeping next to you, his pillow tightly hugged while his hair fell over his delicate face: he was visibly more relaxed due to sleep, but to betray his angelic appearance there were some red marks on his neck, which stood out against the bright blue color of his roseshaped tattoo

You were both naked, this time not in a hotel bed in Milan. You were at his house, yours, in his bed

But what had happened that evening had happened again a few hours ago. What you had kept inside you, in a corner all too hidden in your soul, had come out and you remembered it like a river in flood that was just waiting to break free from the dam. And so once again his hands on your body, your sighs, the kisses that had never stopped being there since you had first exchanged in the kitchen. You and him one again, and the thought alone still gave you the shivers

You still stare at a Michael, still focused on his facial features that are becoming stronger, when you feel his arms searching for you in the bed, groping on the large mattress. You smile tenderly at the gesture, and you let him hug you, who instinctively pulls you to him: your back ends up against his chest, one of his arms around your waist and the other on your breast, while his head on your shoulder with a bit of your hair on his face

He's not awake, but not asleep either; it's like he's in the first phase of awakening, where you're still sleepy but no longer in the world of dreams. You too had this phase when you woke up before, but seeing Kaiser next to you made you think for a few seconds that you were still dreaming. But then you caressed his face, and it was really him. You weren't dreaming another time

You're still thinking when you feel a wet kiss against your shoulder, lips that until now wanted to devour you. You giggle slightly at the contact, raising a hand that you place against his cheek, caressing it. A satisfied sigh escapes his lips before he nuzzles your skin, keeping the silence which is quite pleasant though

"Morniiing" he whispers, his lips still on your skin "Good morning" you say returning the greeting, continuing to caress his cheek. You expected a little awkwardness after what happened, yet everything seems to melt away when it comes to you. The awkwardness that was there when you left the hotel that day is now not even remotely present: you seem like one of those couples who are used to this, that is, waking up next to their beloved after a sweet night

"I admit it's weird" you say after a while, your face still buried in the pillow and in his arms. You hear him sigh, but it doesn't seem like one of those annoyed ones, but rather one of understanding: you know well that on the one hand it's also for him strange to find himself in a situation like this, but he's taking it much better than you. Not that you have second thoughts or anything like that, but objectively it's strange to think that until a few hours ago you were more or less arguing

"I could get used to this weirdness" he says, letting out a short laugh. You can barely keep yourself from laughing too, and again the situation seems so normal that you're not even thinking about it anymore. You sit up on the mattress, Kaiser's arms still around your waist with his head resting at your side. You think about how maybe he's been imagining this moment for years, and how you've more or less done the same

"What time is it?" you ask looking around "Maybe seven or eight in the evening" he says yawning "Are you seriously still sleepy?" you ask looking at him "More than sleepy I like being like this. I don't deny that my legs hurt after being stretched out for so many hours" he admits, and with your heart full of affection for his comment you decide that maybe it really is time to get up

So, less than an hour later, you're both sitting at the kitchen table with two servings of takeout in your hands. You're eating quietly, making occasional comments, but you don't know why you have the feeling that Kaiser still has something to ask you. You bring the portion of spaghetti to your mouth, chewing it slowly; as soon as you're finished you put the fork back in the container and clean your mouth "Are you okay?" you ask, and he almost instinctively nods, but after a while he also wipes his mouth with the napkin, getting up to throw away the now empty container of his portion "You know" he says, turning his back to you "I've been wondering something ever since you got here, but it never seemed like the right time to tell you. Don't worry, it's nothing too serious actually" he says, turning back, his back against the kitchen counter. You roll your eyes, tilting your head curiously "What do you mean?" you ask, and he runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it a bit "We both know that between you and me, there's no telling who's more famous... let's just say we don't have particularly private lives. The media often wonders if you'll ever go back to modeling, and honestly, I've wondered a little too" he says, taking a few seconds to continue "I know you were the top model at Gabriel's agency and I also know that you quit because you were a bit tired of work, but for me you should continue, there are so many agencies here that are just waiting for your email request. They would literally put you in the first available show, because they would know they would get the scoop of the month" he says

You are surprised for a moment, it wasn't exactly the topic you thought Michael would want to talk to you about "Oh" you say, and immediately he seems a little unsure again "You know very well that I'm not telling you to continue, because it's your career and you have the right and above all the duty to do as you see fit. I'm just saying that maybe going back on the catwalk would help you free your mind a little and distance the media from what's going on about you" he says

The fork, with the portion still on it, remains in mid air. You think about what Micheal told you, and you'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about continuing since you've been here. Being a model, participating in fashion shows, wearing new clothes every time has been a part of you for so many years now that staying away from the spotlight was strange at first. You've never tired of modeling, and objectively you miss everything about doing it. Only that continuing, with the scandal and the problems of the agency that is literally your ex's, would have been a problem to add to the already endless list. Already on the flight to Germany you had thought about sending some emails here, but immediately you had thought that maybe staying a little bit longer on the sidelines would have helped

But it had been more than a week since you arrived here, the media knew you were in Germany but not that you were living at Kaiser's house, as much as many suspected. Probably all your fans, and even the haters, were waiting for you to return in your usual unpredictable style

Maybe it really was time to send some emails

"I've been thinking about it for a while now, Michael" you admit, the portion of food now in your mouth "I won't deny that I love everything that has to do with fashion and the catwalk, you know me well and you know how fond I am of it" you say after swallowing the bite. Michael nods, returning to his seat, to your right at the table "That's exactly why I told you. Not that I care if you stay home all day, I can claim your rent with kisses now" he says, and you laugh lightly "...but I know that you're simply keeping aside a part of yourself that is extremely important to you"

You nod, eyes lowered "I also know that I have to start living again and no longer stay in the shadow of the scandal I'm experiencing" you say, revealing a somewhat intimate part of you: the truth is that since all this began you have always said a lot of 'no' to people or things you loved. You no longer live as you always did since you broke up with Gabriel, and it now weighs on you more than you thought it could. Michael places his tattooed hand on yours, his fingertips caressing your fingers "I noticed. It bothers me that you are still like this for someone like that and for people who on social media are way too interested in things that don't concern them" he admits, and you agree "It's time for you to start living your life the way you always have. You're in Germany, you're miles away from that bastard. You can start something new here without having to go through a checkpoint" he says, and you're amazed at how, with just a few words, he manages to convince you of something you've been mulling over for days

"In a way I've already started over, somewhere" you say, and Kaiser smirks at your words "You couldn't have started better" he says proudly

After all this talk, however, you are the one who needs to say something to him "Listen" you say, and he becomes serious again, waiting for you to speak "What are we?"

You know that it is not an extremely easy question to say, especially with this prematurity. But you feel the need to understand if you can start again with this certainty, knowing that there is really someone who is now on your side. And above all, if you are the ones you believe, you have to specify something to him that matters to you. Kaiser remains silent, his fingertips stopping for a few seconds from massaging you. You think for a few seconds that you shouldn't have asked so quickly, that maybe it's too early for him even after the heartfelt declaration, but his fingers start moving again with sweetness

"Calling you my wife seems a little early even for me, how much I'd love that. Could it be okay to start with 'my girl'?" he asks almost in a challenging tone, and you immediately regret even for a second that you doubted him: he's Michael fucking Kaiser, if he thinks of something and has the ability to get it, he wants it now. Same thing is happening now with you, and hell, he's been waiting years. You smile almost spontaneously at his words, letting some of the tension go away. “I get it. This might be okay" you say, but there’s one last thing to say “About that…” you say, trying to sound convincing “I don’t want to make this public. Or at least, not right now" you say, and you can immediately see him hesitant, about to answer you “Let me finish explaining… not that I don’t want the world to not know that I love you, hell that would be awesome, but I’m literally in a scandal right now. The world is literally experiencing me and Gabriel’s breakup in such a personal way that it feels like I’m suffocating, and you know it. The media already sees me as a slut who cheated on him, and even say that I’m now with the guy I’ve always said I was only good friends with would be practically a suicide. I don’t want another attack from social media, I don’t want to feel like a whore again…” you say, going on an extremely personal side of yourself once again "My reputation is already on the brink of falling, or maybe it has already fallen, and ruining yours too is not even in the remotest corner of my thoughts. They would attack you too, and I don't want you to experience even a little bit of what they did to me, Michael. I want to love you with the knowledge that I can do it without fear, at least for now" you say, and after your words he seems a little more apprehensive

"I don't want to say that I don't understand your reasoning because I do... but maybe you don't understand that I don't care one bit about what the media says about me" he says, and you know he's always had this mentality "They can tell me to die, as long as I kick everyone's ass on the field and I can love you I'm fine like this" he admits

"I know Michael, but seriously, I'm already in a shitty situation. Ruining anything else would only make me more of a depressed person than I already am" you say, and after a few seconds you see him sigh, defeated "I get it. Loving you in private? I'll do it, if it makes you happier" he says and you immediately can't help but smile at him “You have no idea how much this means to me, really" you say, tilting your head, and he chuckles to himself "I was all set to hold your hand in public and kiss you after the matches, but apparently I’ll have to wait a little longer” he says, and you laugh at his words "Time will pass, you'll see" you say, but you see him approaching you, your faces once again just a few inches apart. You look at each other, you study each other, and it doesn't seem to you that there could be anything more beautiful than this feeling of butterflies in your stomach. "It could be a hundred years, if you're okay, I'll be okay too" he says, and without waiting for anything else you find his lips on yours again in yet another but new affectionate kiss

How could you deprive yourself of a feeling like this for so long? How could you deprive yourself of Kaiser for sooo long?

Later that night, already asleep and back in his arms, a notification arrives on your phone. Before going to sleep you had finally sent a few emails to some agency in Berlin

from: TraumLaufsteg Agency | TLA BERLIN

Hello, our agency is very happy of your request. A model of your caliber could be really important for us, so if you are available you could go to the attached address tomorrow afternoon. We hope to see you in our studio tomorrow, so we can give you all the information you want. If everything goes well, we would like to add you to the fashion show that is in preparation, which will take place in about two weeks. Have a good evening!

time: 00:14 ; received but not read

You didn't know that the second part of your nightmare was about to begin

tag(s): @rroxii ; @kittenish0 ; @bungoustraydogsno1fan (if you want to be tagged tell me!)

[reorientation]

zyn anon. sorry again for the long ass updates I shall stop unless I get pregnant lmao.

speaking of, have more faith in me 😭 Ive been playing it mostly safe. kinda. I don't have to stop smoking and i dont want to 😒 and all this is mostly reversible unless he gets me pregnant, so I'm a lil more cautious. and im not pregnant i checked a few days ago, not because of a pregnancy scare but just paranoia lol im definitely a dumb whore tho. we've discovered he has a breeding kink. LMAO. lol. im so fucked

anyway so, as it turns out I was right about lacking self control.

he went on a camping trip for a few days, and i was really pent uppp and so was he lol. and when i came over to his place, almost immediately horny brain took over. we just started kissing on the couch, and took it to his room. thankfully his roommates still on holiday. i got so desperate and pathetic, i begged him to fuck me even though no iud yet. he was definitely enthusiastic lol. he only took his pants off enough to take his cock out. he also ripped my panties 😒 he went to grab a condom from the night stand,

he was like "gotta play it safe now aha" and i was like

"no. go bare. 🗿"

he didn't even question it, i was so wet and i felt how easily his cock slid on me before entering.

he only ever went raw a handful of times even before my failed vow of celibacy. since he thought it was dumb for me to get plan B even if he swore he didn't cum at all in me. other than that one time. he'd tell me when he's close, and immediately pull out to finish on me.

but this time it was so primal, being skin to skin and that bare and close was insane. he had a hand on my hip, and he'd basically pull me back down on his cock but fuck lol it just felt so strong. we stopped at one point, i was still all the way on his cock and on top of his lap but no riding. is that cockwarming?

idk but I want to do it again. i felt his dick like. move inside of me during that. all we did was make out but it was way too hot.

anyway, he pushed me on my back and told me he was close, as predicted, I told him to cum in me. he asked if I was sure and not only did i beg him to cum in me.

i told him to get me pregnant 😭

i wasn't thinking properly and I got scared immediately after saying it. i was worried it was gonna put him out of the mood but it did the opposite 😭😭 he asked smth like "oh, you wanna have my kids?" and omfg he kept mumbling about it. telling me to take it all deep, telling me hes gonna get me pregnant.

i came so hard, and only with penetration. it was such a weird feeling, and before i could become rational and tell him its just a prank. pull out. it was over, he came in me while mumbling about knocking me up 😭😭 i was short circuiting lol. and it was different than last time. it felt more shakey, and he kept doing these small thrusts after I think most of his cum was already pressed deep, and then he just settled all in me. he was soft by the time he pulled out, i was way too hazed out ngl

he came a lot. some started to drip down when he pulled out, and i felt him finger it back in me.

he said he didnt nut the whole trip, and was saving his cum for me. he knew id be too horny and impulsive to make good decisions. 😒.

as it turns out, he has a big thing for breeding, but was scared to tell me incase i took it a bad way.

im terrified of having a partner who gets off on the idea of getting me pregnant but I can't stay away.

i complained that id have to wake up so early to run out and get plan B, and buying it will be expensive.

so he told me to just not get it then. and I'm like .. well .. I'm not on any birth control and im full of cum .. like maybe risking it be a bad idea. ironically, like you had once suggested, he suggested I leave it up to chance.

I did take plan B after. twice lol. im still really anxious, but incredibly horny and I didn't know both could exist at once

he's arrogant now too. ill go over after work and when we're about to fuck, ill ask him to wrap it. and he's like "nah, don't feel like it tonight". he also threw out his condoms. but even if i bring my own he doesn't use them 😒

my birthcontrol method was to start riding him when he's about to get close, and pull off before he's about to cum. but he caught on and now just grinds me down on him as he's cumming

i told him about my detrans kink and he leans heavyy in it. or he probably is just an actual straight man. he reminds me daily that he can't believe i ever thought i was a boy. he doesnt even say it in a kinky way like he just means it. lol :/

im pretty much always thinking about it. everytime he finishes in me, im stuck dripping his cum for two days, and im still paranoid that ill be carrying more than just his cum from this blip up lol. and also, you taught me more about post nut clarity right. he told me to risk it maybe half an hour after he came. surely hed have post nut clarity and not actually want a baby, right?its weird to feel fear and horny at the same time.

(Previously)

have more faith in me 😭

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I told him to cum in me. he asked if I was sure and not only did i beg him to cum in me. i told him to get me pregnant 😭

Oh, I certainly have faith in you, Anon. I know you're going to do just what you're supposed to. 🖤

Come on, sweetheart. Do you really expect to make it out of this without him putting a baby in you? You begged for him to knock you up, took a week's worth of his cum in your unprotected pussy, and then just lay there blissed out and hazy while he made sure every drop ended up inside you.

Sure, you took Plan B afterwards. But now he knows what kind of girl you are, and that you won't stop him from keeping you full of his cum. Sooner or later, you'll be ovulating, and you'll conceive for him.

And that makes you dripping wet, doesn't it? Knowing that your straight boyfriend, who never thought of you as anything except a girl, is doing his damnedest to give you a baby bump. That you already came off T for him, and now you're taking his load in your fertile pussy whenever he tells you to.

When the day of your IUD appointment comes, I hope he just holds you down and fucks his cum into you, instead of letting you go. Clearly, he'd be justified: you can't possibly claim to be a reliable source on what you really want.

You thought you wanted to be a boy, but you eagerly turned back into a girl the minute a straight man got his cock into you. You thought you wanted to be safe, and then you begged for him to knock you up. Hell, you thought Zyns were worth whoring yourself out for, and you don't even like them. Why should he think that not wanting to have his babies is the one way you really know your mind?

[lemotmo]

Even if it all turns out to be a sick joke from Tim Minear i feel like he destroyed something beyond repair. I cannot move on from this like it was nothing. He made us believe Bobby is dead, he made the cast lie to fans and jounalists. No i cannot continue watching this show like i used to do. I feel absolutely disgusted by it. Happy we still have Bobby, but not forgiving them for doing what they did. I won‘t watch the rest of the season, it‘s my own personal boycott.

Hey Nonny. First of all, it is your absolute right to feel that way and to stop watching. Everything you feel is valid and I totally understand if that is what you decide to do. No hard feelings. 🫂❤️

I guess we're just wired differently. 🤷‍♀️

Right after I watched the episode I let my emotions take over for a while. I too thought about dropping the show there for a moment and not coming back for season 9. I even talked about it in my initial review of the episode. I still stand by that by the way. It was my initial reaction and it was valid at that point in time.

But then I started answering the many asks about the episode that were waiting in my inbox and I realised that they were helping me work through my initial emotions of sadness, hurt and anger.

When I finally got through a bunch of asks and after a night of some good sleep and talks with mutuals I woke up feeling refreshed and filled with hope again. I realised that 911 is still my favourite show. That hasn't changed with Bobby's death (or non death 😉). I still love all the characters so much and I adore this fandom. So why would I give up on something that I love so much? It wouldn't make sense.

All that for one decision that was made by a showrunner? A decision with big consequences, sure. But still, just a decision.

I realised I could move on from this, since it's all fictional anyway.

This show still has so many stories to tell in the aftermath of this episode. If Bobby is really dead, I want to see the ramifications of that. I want to find out what will happen with Athena and the kids now. I need to see how Chimney gets past the survivor's guilt. I'm longing to see that Madney baby being born. How does Hen feel about all of this? I'm interested in Eddie returning and how he will feel because he wasn't there when Bobby died. Will he move back? I'm intrigued to know where Buck's story is going to go after his pseudo dad died. I'm very interested in seeing how the Buddie storyline will evolve in the future...

Still so many untold stories and untapped potential to discover.

However, if Bobby isn't dead...

And I admit, I don't believe he truly is gone. 😌🤞

Well then, I'll be overjoyed, relieved and simply move on from this. I'll still find it a weird thing to do and I'll send major side eyes to Tim Minear, but I'll move on just fine.

And again, we would have a plethora of interesting stories that could come of a 'Bobby resurrection' like that. We could see all the happy reunions! Eddie moving back to LA to be with his family! Happy parties to celebrate the entire 118 family together again at last! Buck & Chris reunion! Madney baby! Who knows? Maybe even a big Buddie storyline movement in the heat of the moment when they are both happy and relieved that all is right again in the world.

The story opportunities are endless. 😌

Bottom line is that I refuse to drop the show I love because of one showrunner's strange decision to kill (or not kill) a beloved character off.

Does that mean I like the way he went about it? Hell no! If he really wanted to kill someone off, it should have been a guest character or recurring character. I stand by that. Also, if he was set on it being Bobby? Fine, but he could have written a scenario that was so much better and more fitting for a character as important as Bobby to die.

He could have written different circumstances surrounding his death. He could have written it so that all the other mains got a chance to properly say goodbye. Instead Chimney and Hen didn't even get a chance to talk to him anymore. Eddie wasn't even in the episode! Which, in my eyes, is the most unforgivable thing of this entire mess.

Eddie is a main character. He deserved at least one appearance where we see him picking up his phone and see his face crumple as someone tells him the news about Bobby. Anything would have been good.

Instead we got a boring helicopter chase, a laughable emergency that didn't make any sense, a cartoon-villain and a non-important plot device side character's reaction to Bobby's death. 🤷‍♀️

I will forever be mad about that as well, but I can't change it.

So I've decided to focus on the characters that are still there and all the untapped story opportunities that are still waiting for us. I'm especially interested in Eddie and Buddie and I'll be watching for them as well.

TLDR: I'll tune in for the last three episodes of season 8 and I'll be there for season 9 as well.

[wonderstrucku]

Hi hi hello hi-

Weird request, but (if you're still taking headcannon request) could we get some autistic! Don Flamenco headcannons pls?

Autistic!Don Flamenco Headcanons!!

cw/tw: contains content concerning sensory overload/overwhelm, meltdowns and shutdowns, masking (e.g.: stim suppression), stereotyping and internalised ableism

Don was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) later in life

This is because he didn't fit his family's idea of what an autistic person is like

Don was extroverted, talkative, not a picky eater.. almost the exact opposite of how autistic people were portrayed in the media (think 'Rain Man' and 'The Good Doctor')

Yes, Don was completely and utterly obsessed with bull fighting and dancing and just had to have his food served a certain way and constantly stuck to routines and constantly looped songs and clips of tv episodes over and over again BUT WHO DOESN'T DO ALL THOSE THINGS RIGHT?? /sarc

However, what his family didn't realise was that Don was masking a lot of his traits

He constantly suppressed his stims and forced himself to do painful, stressful activities (e.g.: wearing uncomfortable clothes, socialising for long periods of time and eating certain foods)

Because of this constant over-exertion, Don would have shutdowns often

He would lock himself in his room for hours at a time, withdrawn and silent while his body tingled painfully

Don didn't tell anyone about this though, he was afraid that his family and friends would make fun of him or see him as 'too sensitive and dramatic'

Despite everyone around him thinking otherwise, Don always felt like something was 'wrong' or 'off' about him...

To him, everybody had this instruction manual in their brains that told them how to respond to this question or what to do in this situation or that situation.. but he didn't have it for some reason??

This led to a lot of self-hatred in his teen years, the thoughts 'Am I doing this right?' and 'Don't do that, it's weird!!' filled his mind on a daily basis

Don knew that something was wrong, so he began doing research online

Through this research, Don came to the realisation that he may be autistic

At first, Don felt relief but then a panic washed over him as he thought..

'What will my parents think??'

The thought of telling his parents that he thought he was autistic TERRIFIED him, so he decided to keep it secret for a few more years until he was able to get a diagnosis without his parents' help

That day soon came and at the age of 20, Don was diagnosed with ASD

After receiving his diagnosis, Don finally sat down with his parents and told them how his life had been up to this point

To Don's surprise, his parents were so supportive and apologetic for not noticing earlier

Upon discovering who he really was, Don bloomed into the confident and strong casanova we know today

Don is definitely more of a hyposensitive and sensory-seeking individual, especially with the senses of taste, smell and hearing

Prefers foods with a strong yet consistent taste (e.g.: smoked ham and patatas bravas)

ADORES fragrances of any kind, especially those with fresh, floral and/or sweet notes. Constantly sprays perfume/cologne on himself

As I mentioned before, Don also likes to play the same song(s) over and over again and he often stims to the music (he's just like me fr)

Don is quite hypersensitive to pressure though, which influenced his out-boxer fighting style (he can handle being hit but he absolutely HATESS being clinched, so he's not going to give his opponent the opportunity)

Unironically shirtless a lot of the time, shirts make him feel cramped and uncomfortable

Most of his clothing is flowy and loose fitting

Very open to the media about both his struggles and triumphs as an autistic man

Don has learned to be proud of who he is and even if some days are tough, he knows that his family and friends will always be there to support him

I hope you enjoyed these headcanons!! :)

I based some of this off of my own experiences as an autistic person (e.g.: the 'instruction manual' analogy, looping songs, sensory seeking) so I hope this isn't too OOC for him lol

As always, let me know if there's anything else you'd like to see from me! :)

[mosssyyycat]

I posted this on DA sometime ago but I think it’d be cool to put here as well! It’s an AU about starclan kits and apprentices getting a “second chance” at life kinda! Now the rest is copy and pasted lol

This is super long and doesn’t really have to do with anything aside from the pictures posted above.. I came up with this idea and might be obsessing over it just a little.. I keep coming up with more fun stories it could create! This is kinda all over the place and idk how much sense it’ll make..

SO ONTO THE REALLY LONG RAMBLE…

I was thinking about Cinderpelt being given a second chance at life but not exactly reincarnated.. like Cinderheart is still her own person. But Cinderpelt guided her until she lived her life as she’d hoped to, (Becoming a warrior and getting a mate in Cinder’s case) then after that she returned to starclan, satisfied. I think the idea is really nice, but it also is sad and doesn’t make much sense that it happened to Cinder but not cats like Swiftpaw, Gorsepaw, Mosskit, Snowkit, and so many others that died before really getting to experience life.

ALSO kits never growing up doesn’t seem so bad but then there’s kits like Fluttering Bird that are 2 moons and super wise and it’s kinda weird to me lol..

So I was thinking, what if kits and apprentices who died are chosen to guide a kit through its life..?

once the kit has become a warrior, gotten a mate, become leader, etc.. whatever goal both cats wanted to achieve, the Starclan cat will return to Starclan full time again

also they would grow alongside the kit.. so an apprentice guide would start aging when their kit reaches the same age as them. that way the kits don’t die and poof! They’re immature adults! But also they don’t stay kits forever.

When the guide’s mission is complete a leader in Starclan will call a meeting and grant them their warrior name

I think it’d be kinda like soulmates but not romantic. They’d probably have personalities that compliment one another and they’ll both be able to help each other in different ways, even if one may not be aware of the other’s existence.

That would probably depend on some things too. I think most cats wouldn’t know about their guide, they’d just feel like there’s a specific thing they need to do or not to do or whatever.. but some might be able to see glimpses of them, or visit them in dreams, and maybe very rarely some can always see their guide which could be fun!

I think the guides will also still come to starclan from time to time. maybe they’d have little gatherings together to discuss things.. I think the conversations would be funny!!

Guide 1 “My kit is so stupid! He won’t stop getting into trouble and I don’t know what to dooo…!!”

Guide 2 “Oh? Funny. Your kit sounds like you.”

Guide 3 “My kit is perfect.. I’ve never been so proud!”

Guide 4 “guys please help me I think mine is starting her villain arc how do I fix it…”

there’s so many cool storylines it could create too… one example I came up with that I really liked..

-The medicine apprentice Lightpaw received a troubling omen, she wasn’t able to discover the meaning in time and met her demise along with many clanmates. She never stopped blaming herself for her mistake. When a young kit is born and prophesied to save the clan, Lightpaw is sent to guide it. She’s determined to keep the kit safe and ensure things go right this time.

Throughout the kit’s life Lightpaw comes to the realization things weren’t completely her fault, and over time she’s able to forgive herself and move on. The kit is able to successfully save the clan and becomes leader, Lightpaw (now Lightstep) is able to give them one of their lives.

[shadmist]

The Summons

Author's note: This is purely made of my imagination. I have no solid reference for where I came up with these details. This is an x reader, and I am doing my best to keep the reader description open to design. Attitude of reader is curated to be more realistic, sassy, and capable. The damsel in distress attitude gets so old. What do you think? Comment a favorite part, a critique, or just something fun!

Warnings: Woman reader?, first written piece in a while?, some dark humor?, I am doing warnings for each chapter. This one is innocent.

Overview: Jason wanted to prove a point. He instead became a fan boy. Now, he gets to experience that world first hand and meet a book crush. Will it be everything he could hope for? Or will he DNF this book and look for a way home?

— Jason —

Jason cursed himself. He picked up that fantasy dark romance book so he could give a list of why those suck to Barbra. And then he liked it. Read the 2 published books three times and hated that it was another year for the third title to be released. Would he admit it was good wuen Barbra asks about it? Hell no. He would rather need to be dunked in the Lazarus Pit again than admit to her that he loves the plot.

Instead he felt he would pick at the side character and main character dynamics. Because he thought Y/n L/n would have made a better main character than the actual main character.

Angel was great. Classic good girl turns bad when she discovers how twisted the world was.

But Y/n was the type of character he rarely gets to read. Strong, sassy, flawed but not dramatic, never whines, more powerful than let on to be, and just seemed real. That and her soul dragon was rare, a summons ability.

He's infuriated that it is so under used and under developed.

Jason was skimming through some of the pages and brushing up on a few details regarding the soul dragons, when a soft glow illuminated his book. He groans.

Dick must have found his safe house and was using a flashlight to screw with him. Again.

Jason turns to his knees on the ancient lounge chair, putting the book on the box that is making due as a side table, and gets ready to flip his brother off.

But the light does not reveal his brother dangling upside down outside the window. It gets brighter. Blindingly bright. At first pure white, then a prismatic effect starts to swirl.

Jason feels like he's being pulled in. He gets up to back away only to find his feet falling through air instead of hitting the floor. The odd prism of light encompasses him fully as he falls. Then he finds himself landing feet first onto grass.

“It worked, right? There's a figure there, it has to be him right?!” A male says excitedly. “You figured it out! He's safe!”

Then a female replies, “Well, hold on now. I told you this was a shot in the dark. My dragon has not linked to a soul in a long time. This could be an enemy.”

The light dies out, the prisms fading to the dull look of a rainy forest, a woman with (hair length and color), and a male with strawberry blond hair that stands beside her. They look familiar, yet Jason knows he has never seen them before. How does he know them.

The male speaks up, “Uh… I don't think it worked actually…”

“No shit. Who are you?” The woman sasses her friend then instantly states firmly to Jason.

— Y/n —

Marcus is officially horrible. Y/n know she thinks that a lot but souls collide, how does she keep having faith he has something in that skull?

And who is this? His clothes are weird. His face is sharp, marred from a past trauma. That white streak in his hair somehow accents the blue in his eyes dramatically. Though he is confused, quite obviously, and on guard, Y/n's dragon and her sense no real threat. In fact, it seems his dragon is still sealed. Which is odd, considering he's clearly far past the age of soul collision.

“I will answer after you tell me.” The man says firm, his gravely tone matches his face oddly well. Though it also sounds practiced, a bravado to intimidate.

“I am Y/n L/n.” She responds, but before she can continue, he interrupts her.

“Y/n L/n, formerly of Noventi? Collided with…” His words are muffled by a firm hand as her (eye color) glare into his eyes.

“How would you know anything past Noventi? Who are you?” Y/n's tone is dangerously low, her free hand poised at the ready to summon my spirit blade.

The man's eyes go wide and he holds his hands up as if surrendered. He nods twice.

He knows the customs it seems. The agreement to comply, hands up to surrender and nod twice to confirm compliance.

Y/n removes her hand from his mouth, but the other stays poised at the ready.

“My name is Jason Todd. And I was brought here from a world where this is all a book… you are… were a character in a fantasy novel to me.” His tone is calm, cautious, and slightly in awe.

Y/n squints. Of all the explanations, this was not what she expected.

She mentally slaps herself before confirming with her dragon. ”Is this possible?”

“I told you this would summon the one you needed most at this moment. It appears you did not need the imbeciles brother, but did need this man from another world.” Her dragon, Slif says casually.

“Always the greatest help.” Y/n sasses at Slif before sighing. Jason. It fits, she supposes. “Very well. I have no reason to doubt you. But we will need to fix a few things. Namely your clothes for start.”

Slif huffs in a sound similar to a chuckle, “Always happy to oblige.”

Jason nods some. But he's fallen silent. Staring at her.

.

.

.

“Staring at me?!”

— Jason —

“It's her. Really her. She summoned me? And she just believes me? She had to have talked to Slif. I bet it was funny. Based on how she's dressed, chainmail on her shoulder is damaged, leathers are seared, clothes dirty, this has to be right after the last battle of book two. Which means I know nothing of what is about to happen. But they are in danger, and so am I now.” Jason's internal monolog starts, then he pauses.

Then catches up to what Y/n said just now. He looks down and sees his old, musty sweatpants and ragged t-shirt he's had for way too long. And bare feet.

He just met his latest favorite book character looking like a homeless man.

[dp-marvel94]

Two in One, One in Two

Summary:

The Dannys circled each other, curiously studying his new, double-bodied form. “We grew another us.”

A weighty pause fell at the words. They’d…. Literally grown until he'd split into two bodies. It had hurt. It had been terrifying, not being able to control it, not knowing what was happening. He hadn’t meant to do it. His core had acted without their input. They had morphed, stretched, and swelled, their form growing to became two.

And now.. they were. They were one being with two bodies. Two forms with one mind. Two in one and one in two.

Or: Danny discovers duplication completely by accident and takes it it almost unsettlingly well.

Word Count: 6,832

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For @everfascinated : Danny finally works out how to duplicate himself - not illusions, shadowy doubles, or strange halves - an actual Duplicate. It's great! Right up until he tries to reverse it. Which Danny is the "real" one again? And For Marcy's Phantom: When Danny really tries to eat a nasty burger and fries at the same time This story starts directly after my story "Mutant," which is a very body horror heavy one-shot about Danny accidentally, painfully finding out he can duplicate. Feel free to read this story without taking a look at the prequel first. Though, do the note the body horror tag. It's minor, especially compared to how hard I go in the prequel, but I still want readers to be prepared. I'm sorry this was so late! I'm so happy it's finally done! 😭 Enjoy this weird not so little story!

The screams lasted for a long minute, all the pain and terror of the previous moments released with the sound. The two bodies splayed on the floor. Hearts pounding, they flailed backward. One back impacted the door, the other the wall below the window. Fingers pointed, wide eyes fixed on their counterparts.

The single mind stalled and stopped. What just happened?! He’d just been sitting in his room, head aching, his core vibrating out of his chest. He transformed without meaning to. And…. a queasy feeling, sickeningly doubled. His… his hands, his chest, his head. Warped, pulled, stretched. It… it hurt so much. It-

Wait. The dual screams cut off with the realization. It didn’t hurt anymore.

Shakily, both bodies sat up. Wide, fearful eyes remained fixed on the likeness across the room. Each stood slowly, fingers still pointed.

“You’re… you’re me.” The words were doubled, said from both mouths with identical inflections. “No but… I’m me.”

Cautious steps forward, the two met in the middle. “Is this… is this real?” Hands reached, uncertainly grasping for the opposite body’s forearm. Right palm on left arm. Left palm on right arm. Arms crossed, both looking at their intersection. “That’s so weird.” The uneasy laugh echoed. “I can… can feel it.” A doubled blink. “Of course I can feel it, that’s my palm. But… that’s not my… that’s your arm?”

Each sensation was doubled, like touching one’s palm to one's own forearm. He… they could feel both sides.

For a long moment, sensation magnified. Touch, sight, sound, smell. Everything was greater, two almost identical experiences of reality layered on top of each other. Thoughts doubled. 

“We’re both me. We’re… we’re both still Danny.” He… they were both Danny.

The fear drained away, into something like awe. Both let go at the same time, arms dropping to their sides. “This is…” A disbelieving laugh in double. “I… We don’t even have the words. This is… incredible.” They circled each other, curiously studying his new, double-bodied form. “We grew another us.”

A weighty pause fell at the words. They’d…. Literally grown until he'd split into two bodies. It had hurt. It had been terrifying, not being able to control it, not knowing what was happening. He hadn’t meant to do it. His core had acted without their input. They had morphed, stretched, and swelled, their form growing to became two.

And now..  they were. They were one being with two bodies. Two forms with one mind. Two in one and one in two.

A corporate decision, the two moved to sit on their bed. Fingers interlocked, awed by the dual sensation. It should have been too much to process, their vision doubled through two pairs of eyes. It had been earlier, as they were becoming this new thing. When his two eyes had become four, their vision had blurred, unable to focus, to comprehend what they were seeing. But now… they felt their mind, their very consciousness growing to accommodate their new vision.

And not just their new vision. His sense of touch, smell, sound. Their sense of his bodies in space. Their ability to speak and move. Even their thoughts, their very sense of self. Their consciousness was growing, expanding to fit his… their new everything. 

Yes, their. That was the right pronoun. That word felt… big enough. The plurality of it sent an excited shutter through their forms. They… that fit their expanded mind and dual bodies perfectly.

“This is so cool!” They revelled in the excitement, grinning. “We’ll be able to do homework and play Doom at the same time! Or be in class and fight a ghost!” So many more things they could do with two sets of hands. 

They would need to figure out how to only move and speak with one body at a time though. Twin brows wrinkled thoughtfully. They would practice having the Danny on the left, closest to the window, stand and talk independently first.

“We’ll-” A false start, both spoke at the same time.

Brows pinched in concentration, they coaxed the body on the left to stand. The body turned back around and they looked up and down at themself.

“This we will…” The left Danny pointed uncertainly. “Walk over there?”

Shaky steps, the right body twitched to move as well. But quickly surety came. Increasingly steady feet walked to the door. This wasn’t so hard. Like moving one hand while keeping the other still. 

The standing body turned around, returning to the bed. They practiced with the other body, moving one at a time, then practicing speaking from one mouth or the other. All surprisingly easy. But both independently…

“No one else is home.” There was no need to speak aloud, not when it was just them, but it was still good practice. “I’ll…” Both noses wrinkled in disgust. I… the singular pronoun was wrong now, far too small. But if they spoke aloud, they needed some way to differentiate. “I’ll walk to the bathroom and work on picking things up.”

“And I’ll…” Another pair of nose wrinkles. “Stay here and make the bed.”

The two parted ways. Shakily and unsure at first. Two diverging sensory experiences, two different sets of movement instruction…. Doing two things at once was much harder than one at a time. But…

Once the door closed, separating lines of sight, they paused. Each wavered slightly, hands raising to steady against the wall. They… felt their mind growing again, new parts of it shifting into place. They were one that were two. Of course their two bodies could act separately. Their senses narrowed and sharpened into something almost independent.

The Danny that was in the hall breathed out, standing up straighter. In a blink, their other body’s experience had grown distant. Far away, as if seen through a long tunnel. But still close enough to reach.

The same was true of their other body. In the bedroom, that Danny lifted their gaze from the floor. They straightened, moving to smooth the sheets.

Both were capable of acting independently, almost individually. But still connected. Always connected. They were two that were one, after all.

They experimented for a long while yet, getting a feel of doing two things at once. Finally, both bodies returned to their room to relax.

They sat on the bed, just beginning to debate what to do next, when the door downstairs opened.

“Danny! Dude!” Tucker’s voice rose from up the stairs.

Boths’ eyes widened in excitement. With a flash of light, they transformed into human form, sharing a grin.

“Danny?” Sam called. “Are you here? We were supposed to meet at the Nasty Burger an hour ago.”

“In here.” Both Dannys called.

“That’s weird.” Sam muttered, just before the door opened.

“Sam! Tucker!” Both beamed, waving arms excitedly. “Look at what we did!” 

The two friends stared, jaws dropped. 

More emphatic waving. “Look! There’s two of us.”

Tucker was the first to stir back to awareness. “Dude! You can clone yourself?!”

“Yep!” They popped the p. Then, attention turned to the still gab-smacked goth. “Sam?”

The girl blinked twice. “There’s… two of you.” Her eyes trailed their dual form, a blush growing on her cheeks. “This is awesome.”

Tucker’s grin turned shit-eating, jabbing an elbow into the girl. “I bet you think it is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The Dannys spoke with identical inflection, brows raised.

At the same time, Sam stomped on Tucker’s foot. “Ow!” The technogeek complained.

The goth’s nose wrinkled. “That speaking at exactly the same time thing is kinda creepy though.”

“Sorry.” They made a point of speaking out of only one mouth then, both blushing.

“Don’t listen to her. It’s awesome.” Tucker cut in. “How’d you manage to make another you?”

“It just kinda happened.” Only the body speaking shrugged. “We were just sitting here. Our core started vibrating really fast and…” A nose wrinkled. “We started splitting and didn’t stop until there were two of us.”

“You’ve got to show us!” Tucker gushed, stars in his eyes.

The other body’s head shook. “You don’t wanna see. It was gross.”

They were okay now. More than okay, ecstatically excited about their new power, but getting here had been painful and scary. They would never want their friends to see that.

“So, which one of you is the real Danny?” Sam asked.

Boths’ brows wrinkled. They hadn’t considered that.

“Neither?” From one mouth.

“Both?” From the other.

“There isn’t one?” Said at the same time.

Both shrugged, only one speaking. “We’re both Danny.”

Sam blinked, unsatisfied with the answer. “But one of you’s got to be the duplicate. And the other’s the real one.”

“Yeah.” Tucker agreed. “That’s how it works in the comics.”

“We’re both Danny.” The other repeated. “There is no ‘real one.’”

That was the truth, as simple and complicated as it was. They were a plural, they not he. But they were both equally, completely Danny. Two parts of a greater whole.

Sam and Tucker traded a look. After a long, thoughtful pause, both shrugged, appearing to accept the answer.

The technogeek grinned again. “Dude, you can totally eat a Nasty Burger and fries at the same time.”

The Dannys chuckled. “Definitely.” One said, the other walking towards the door. “Let’s go.”

Sam gave the pair a blank look. “You can’t go to the Nasty Burger like this.” She motioned between the two.

The body nearer the door transformed into ghost form. “I can…” Nose wrinkled at the singular. “I can go get the food.”

“Yeah.” The other agreed. “We can wait here for you.” Another nose wrinkle. “Right, guys?”

Without any more argument, Sam and Tucker agreed. The Danny in Phantom form rose from the floor, phasing through the ceiling with a wave. And the Danny in Fenton form was left with their friends.

While the ghostly Danny flew away, the tunnel of their connection stretched. The wind against the skin, the comforting chill of their ghostly form, the miniscule form of their town below them. All grew farther away, dimming to a pin prick in the back of the human Danny’s part of their mind.

Tentatively, Tucker poked the human form. “You’re solid. Hum…” He hummed thoughtfully. “Sure you’re not the real Danny?”

They rolled their eyes. “Our other body is solid too.”

Sam and Tucker gave them an odd look at the wording but didn’t ask anymore questions.

Soon enough, the ghostly formed Danny returned. “Very Veggie combo for Sam.” They passed over a bag. “Mighty Meaty for Tucker. And Double bacon burger for us.” They sat down beside their counterpart and returned to human form in a flash of light.

The two Danny shared the meal. 

“Ha Ha.” Tucker giggled and pointed. “You’re doing it.”

Both bodies blinked, looking down at their respective food. A burger in one pair of hands, a handful of fries in the other. Both rolled their eyes, taking respective bites at the same time. “We’re very impressive.”

The technogeek laughed at the full-mouthed display. 

Sam covered her own mouth, trying to hide her amusement. “Ew. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

The group finished their food and the afternoon ticked on. They journeyed down the stairs for some video games, grateful for both the Fenton parents’ absence at their ghost hunting conference and for the extra controller.

After several rounds of MarioCart, Tucker losing all of them, the boy complained. “Danny man, you can’t play as two different characters! You’ve gotta fuse back together.”

“No way.” One body’s head shook. “You’re just tired of us beating you.”

“It’s not fair.” The technogeek whined.

“Too bad.” The other Danny offered a mischievous grin. 

They were not fusing back together, not when there were friends to beat in video games.

After several long hours, the sky outside started to turn dark. Sam stood up with a groan. “My mom wanted me home for dinner.”

“Yeah. Mine too.” ” Tucker agreed, also standing. 

“Bye! We’ll see you later.” The Dannys offered a wave.

Sam paused in front of the door. She and Tucker traded a look. After a long moment, her gaze shifted, intent on the half-ghost pair. “Are you going to… unduplicate yourself anytime soon?”

Both blinked, the question giving them pause. Their heads tilted, answering before they really thought. “Why would we?”

Sam and Tucker traded another look. “Because Jazz might see and she’ll freak?” The other boy offered.

“Oh.” Their lips pursed, one speaking. “That’s a good point.” 

The half-ghost pair stood, the other talking with furrowed brow. “We don’t know how to do that though.”

“Do whatever you did to duplicate but in reverse?” Tucker shrugged, nose wrinkled in exaggerated question.

The Dannys traded a dubious look. “In… reverse?” Said one.

The other heaved a sigh. “We’ll give it a try, we guess?”

The pair stood, hip to hip. Their pelvis, that was the last place they’d been connected as one body, the last place to split. 

“Come on. Fuse back together.” The Danny on the left furrowed brow in effort.

They tried to will the flesh of their hips to combine, for their inner legs to meld into one limb. Ectoplasm swirled beneath their skin for a moment, a tingling from the top of their inner feet, up to their hips. Then….

“Nothing.” The Danny on the right said, the swirl of energy tethering out. “We could try palm to palm?”

The pair turned to face each other, fingers interlocked as they held hands. The form on the right pushed against the opposite’s palms, as if they could simply fall into their counterpart. But the hands did not give, solid and steady as ever. 

“Try from the other direction?” Now it was the one of the left’s turn to try, brow wrinkled in effort.

The left pushed against the palms, more and more strongly until the right’s elbows buckled. The arms bent, hands drawn closer to the chest. And the left fell forward.

Still, the two did not combine back into one.

“You should fusion dancing.” Tucker offered, an amused twinkle in his eyes

“Like from that cartoon?” The left Danny asked their friend skeptically, helped back to their feet by their counterpart. 

The right offered another sigh. “Sure. Why not?” 

The pair of Dannys turned to face each other, internally debating. Dancing? The first image that came to mind was the tight, formal ballroom steps they’d seen on TV.

Awkwardly, they stepped closer, chest to chest. Where to put their hands though? Unsurely, one arm of each body wrapped loosely around their counterpart’s waist, the other raised in front and intertwined with their partner’s.

Now to actually dance. Nervously, their heads pointed down. They stepped forward, back, to the side, careful not to stumble over their own feet. What type of pattern did they do with their feet again? 

The movements were stiff, awkward. This definitely didn’t feel right. People normally did drips and twists too, right?

Arms lifting off their opposite’s hips, one stepped back. The other planted feet and raised their arm, the one with fingers still entwined, higher. The first twirled under the outstretched hand. 

In doing so, one pair of their eyes fell on Sam and Tucker. The goth’s cheeks were red with suppressed laughter while the technogeek was smirking, pda pointed in their direction.

The Dannys stopped dancing, turning to face their friends with twin blushes.

Tucker took pity. “I think you’re supposed to try with something that feels natural, you know?”

The half-ghost pair gave a sigh. “We could try with some music.” One suggested. “You know what we like.”

The other’s eyes narrowed. “And maybe don’t leave us dancing here by ourself like an idiot.” A brow raised almost pleadingly. “You two could join us.”

“Alright, alright.” Sam conceded at the same time Tucker gave a nod.

The technogeek fiddled with his phone for a moment, sound soon rising from its tinny speaker.

Ah. This was better. The song started with a bang, fast guitars and gritty vocals. Perfect for their kind of dancing. They were always more of a head-banger.

Head-bobs quickly turned to neck aching swings. They jumped up and down to the beat of the song, arms flailing excitedly. Sam and Tucker joined with their own movements, adding thrilled yells and shouts. Soon, four voices were singing along.

Quickly delight rose, adrenaline flowing through their veins. This was fun! Screaming the words while air guitaring. Shaking their fists at invisible drums. Hair flying with each bob of their heads. It was easy to get lost in the music, the Dannys quickly losing the sense of their bodies in space until…

“Ow!” Both Dannys complained, a hand raised to each forehead.

“Only you would manage to butt yourself in the head, Danny.” Sam shook her head, tone sympathetic even if amused.

The half-ghost pair straightened, rubbing the sore spots. At the same time, Tucker turned off the music.

“Anything else he could try?” The boy asked.

A thoughtful pause as the group considered the question.

“Oh.” Sam’s fingers snapped, eyes widening in realization. “Why don’t one of you overshadow the other?”

The Dannys looked at each other. A stomach churn of uneasiness rose at the suggestion, though they didn't know why. Still, they conceded.

The body on the right turned intangible. One step. They phased into their counterpart and-

Pain! It spiked through in their now singular head. They let out a pained cry. A pressure welled under their skin, a wave suddenly crashing down.  Like something much too… too big for their body to contain was pressing out.

The singular body crumpled on the floor, chest heaving. A heart beat later and the intangible form rose out of it.

Two in form again, an enormous wave of relief washed through them. “Not… not doing that.” They panted as one.

“Oh my god!” Sam’s frantic voice said, kneeling beside the body on the floor. “Are you okay?”

“We’re fine.” The crumpled Danny shook their head.

“What just happened?” Tucker looked concernedly between the two bodies.

“It… it felt like before we split.” The standing Danny blinked, awed at the realization. 

“What do you mean?” Sam’s eyes widened worriedly. 

“Wait,” Tucker caught onto the implications first. “Are you saying duplicating hurt?”

“Yes.” The Danny on the floor said simply, arms wrapping around their chest. 

“Our head started hurting. Like the worst headache ever.” The other explained. “Our core too. It was vibrating. So much energy…” Their eyes grew distant, remembering. The energy had spread, filling their singular body. They’d transformed without meaning to and… “We started growing. More fingers until we had a whole new arm. Our vision kept getting wider. Our chest got broader, until we could see we’d grown another head ….. Every part hurt. Every single part. And it wouldn’t stop. We started splitting and…”

Sam and Tucker were both pale, eyes wide. 

“That’s… that’s horrifying.” The goth stammered.

The Danny on the floor didn’t acknowledge the statement, lost in the realization. “It was like… a pressure building inside of us until one body couldn’t fit it anymore. Like… we were too much, had too much energy to stay as one.”

“So our core made us grow into two.” The other finished.

The other two teens stared, a mix of horror and disbelief. Finally noticing the looks, the two Dannys blushed, mouth snapping shut.

“Dude…” Tucker broke the silence. “That is crazy.”

“It’s what happened.” Floor Danny muttered, eyes averted. 

“No.” Sam shook her head. “We’re not doubting you. Just… how are you okay with this?”

Both Dannys looked at their friend, surprised by the question. Were they okay with this? It had hurt, happening out of their control. They really shouldn't be so quick to accept what happened. 

But…. the answer was yes. They were okay with this.

Their stomachs churned, uneasy with their own certainty. But instead of offering an explanation, they changed the subject. “Didn’t you guys need to get home?”

“Danny…” Sam started to complain.

“Look.” The standing Danny interrupted. “We’re…. I’m fine.” With effort, they switched to the singular, heart dropping at the relief on their friends’ faces. “We… I didn’t ask for this.” They motioned to their other body. “It just happened and we have to deal with it. There’s no point in being freaked out.” The words rang false, but this, putting on a brave face, seemed to ease the other teen’s fears. 

“Alright.” The goth conceded. “Still, what are you going to do about… that?” She motioned to the body still sitting on the floor. 

Floor Danny stood, nose wrinkled in disgust. “Maybe don’t call us… me a that.” At Sam’s chastised look, their expression softened. “We’re both equally Danny.”

“Like we said.” The other added. “There is no ‘real one’.” They added air quotes. “We’re both real.”

“Man, I get it.” Tucker soothed. “I mean…. I don’t actually get it but I’m trying.”

“Thanks.” Both Dannys said at the same time.

Sam looked between the two, still contemplative. “You’re both completely Danny. Like… same memories, thoughts, everything.”

“Yeah.” The Danny who had been on the floor said. “It’s like… we’re one person with two bodies, that’s all.” 

It was… more than that, in ways they were just beginning to understand. But the explanation seemed like enough for Sam and Tucker.

“Which is really freaking cool still.” The technogeek added, a hint of excitement returning. “Even if you can’t figure out how to unduplicate right now...”

The Dannys shrugged. “We’ll figure it out.” One said. “We’re…. My best guess is we just need to let this...” They motioned between their two bodies. “Run its course. It probably happened because… I had too much ecto-energy. My core needed to do something with all of that so… two Dannys.”

“But if you use that all up, you’ll be able to fuse back together.” Tucker nodded, understanding.

“We think so.” The other Danny agreed.

Sam also looked satisfied. “We should do some practice with your powers tomorrow. If you’re not back to normal by the morning.”

Back to normal…. Why did that thought sting?

Still, the Dannys conceded. “We’ll call you with an update in the morning.”

With that, Sam and Tucker left and the half-ghost pair were alone.

The Dannys made some mac and cheese for dinner. The task started out mundanely enough, even a tad sad as making dinner for one in a quiet house can be. 

But it didn’t stay quiet for long. With two mouths…. They could banter with each other. Quips and jokes flew in something that was part conversation and part soliloquy. And somehow, eating dinner alone was less lonely.

Jazz returned at about nine, after a long day of studying at the library. With invisibility, it was easy enough to hide the extra body from her. The Dannys definitely did not want her to see. She’d demand an explanation and then try to psychoanalyze why her little brother was surprisingly okay with suddenly almost being two people.

No thank you. The invisible Danny snickered, their counterpart trying to resist a nose wrinkle at the thought.

“I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.” Jazz said, after lightly poking about the afternoon with their friends.

“I think I’ll go up to the Opps center and stargaze for a bit.” The singular first person still rang uncomfortably false.

“Do you want me to join you?” Their sister asked, eyes softening.

“Nah. The only company I’m after right now is myself.” They fought not to smirk at the surprisingly literal statement.

Luckily, Jazz didn’t pick up on the oddity. Instead, a hint of worry wrinkled her brow. “Let me know if you want to talk about anything.”

“You know me too well.” They shook their head amusedly. Jazz had picked up on something after all; the star gazing on the roof was where they went when they wanted to be alone. Then, Danny’s face softened. “I’ll be fine. Just need to think about some things.”

Despite the lingering worry on her face, their sister didn’t press. Instead, she offered a good night which the visible Danny returned.

The invisible body only reappeared once they’d safely retreated to their room. The two gathered pillows and blankets before phasing up through the Opps center and landing on the roof. They made a comfortable pile.

But before they could even lie down, twin ghost senses puffed out of their mouths. They transformed, rising to float. Their eyes searched the horizon for signs of a fight, of a lingering ghost. They could normally pinpoint the location with their core, if the other ghost was close. But…

They paused, eyes widening. Their sense of the ectoplasm in the air stretched, passed the end of their street and the next, farther than ever before. There. The ghost was in the park and… it was big.

The two ghost boys speed off in that direction. In a matter of seconds…. A towering ghost, scaly and long clawed, stomped near the playground. Its massive head swung into the slide, knocking it down.

The Dannys’ eyes flashed, intent on the fight. As one, they sprung into action. Ectoblasts and shields. Spikes of ice and carefully placed intangibly. With two forms, they could distract the ghost and hit it while its head was turned, at the same time. They swirled and dodged through the air, planning without any discussion. 

And it was exhilarating. Adrenaline flowed through their veins, or whatever the ghostly equivalent was. Ectoplasm pulsed through their core, forms glowing bright. 

Blast after blast, hit after hit was landed. With another pair of eyes keeping watched, they avoided every swipe from their opponent. Their senses dialed up to eleven, aware of every twitch of the beast’s ghostly muscles, every rustle of grass under its stomping feet. 

Without those elevated senses, they might not have heard the civilian, huddled in the park bathroom with her silently terrified dog, until it was too late. The beast’s tail swung for the building, the woman quietly gasping at the approaching noise.

With one of their bodies, they phased through the wall and carried the woman away to safety. At the same time, the other furiously held the tail back.

Within a few heartbeats, the other Danny returned, slamming the beast’s head into the concrete.

In the ghost’s momentary haze, the Danny clutching the tail raised the thermos from their belt. With a press of the button, the creature was sucked into the device.

A long pause to catch breaths. The Dannys looked at each other, a grin slowly growing on each face. 

They approached, meeting in the middle with a high five. “Good job us!”

Tired but exhilarated, the pair returned to Fentonworks. Giggling with after battle excitement, they flopped down onto the blanket pile and returned to human form.

“That was awesome! We can’t believe we took out that thing by ourself!”

One Danny grabbed the other’s shoulder, giddily shaking their counterpart. “We know! That was incredible!” 

“It was! It was!” The other agreed. “That was incredible, Danny.”

“Yeah, Danny. It…” They trailed off, eyes widening.

In a stomach swooping realization, the moment caught up with them. Their shared name, said by both mouths. Their hands on their own shoulders, their shoulders under their own hands. Looking into their own eyes. The… ease of it all.

“We… we like this, don’t we?” The question was shaky but the answer…. “We do.” The answer was the truth. “We like being like this.”

Twin hearts skipped a beat. Like Sam had said, they were okay with this. More than okay, they liked this. 

“It feels right, doesn’t it?” The other Danny answered. “It’s comfortable. Easy. Like… like we were always meant to grow into this.” 

“But… it shouldn’t feel like that!” Their counterpart’s voice trembled. “This should be terrifying. We should be scared out of our mind.” They paled. “It’s… weird, unsettling, inhuman.”

“But we aren’t human.” Their counterpart cut in, eyes intense.

And that was just it, wasn’t it? They weren’t human. Or rather… they weren’t only human.

Both human and ghost. Both living and dead. They were a contradiction, a dual nature incarnate. What was one more impossibility added on top of that?

With the revelation came a breath of relief. They were allowed to have this, to be this. It didn’t matter of Sam and Tucker didn’t understand, if Jazz would freak out. They were two in one, one in two. And they were allowed to be.

Tension they hadn’t even noticed rolled off their shoulders. Mind made up, each laid down hip to hip. Faces turned towards the sky.

Awed breath stirred in their lungs. Seen through four eyes, the expanse looked… deeper. The stars shone more vibrantly, more intensely, hung against the inky backdrop of space. And they could see more of it, more colors in the blackness. Blues and purples and other shades they’d never even dreamed of.

Their eyes roved the stars, picking out constellations. Names and stories, science facts and data rose to their mind, a vast web of everything they knew and loved of the heavens. They could trace the lines of Cassiopeia and Cephus at the same time. They could remember each story, replaying the myths like a dual screen showing two videos. But just one at a time was enough for now.

They thought and talked for a long while, sharing the stars and their love for them. Finally, long past midnight, the words trickled to a stop.

Hands found each other, fingers intertwining. They closed their eyes, savoring the feeling of two hearts beating. Of two pairs of lungs filling with breath. Of two heads rested against the soft blankets. 

The wind blew in two sets of ears. Insects chirped. The house below them buzzed with electricity. And everything was greater, more.

Not just their senses or perception, or the clarity of the experience. It was more than that, deeper. It spiraled down into the depth of their consciousness. More than sharper senses or more coordinated movement or the ability to rescue a trapped citizen and fight a ghost at the same time.

There was a reason they had used the word growth to describe what happened to them. Not split or divide or separate. This wasn’t divisive. It wasn’t one whole become two lesser parts. Cloned or duplicated did not fit either, both far too simple, too small. When they had become two, they hadn’t made a copy of themself. They had made more of themself.

That's what the pressure inside of them had been. Excess energy built up, their core pouring it into growing more of them.

One Danny cracked a smile, turning towards their counterpart. “Personal growth isn't normally so literal, huh?”

The other rolled their eyes. “More like the weirdest growth spurt ever.” 

“Yeah…” Their counterpart shrugged, nose wrinkled. “Growing a whole other body was not in any of the puberty talks.” 

“Well… if we include any of the birds and the bees talks…”

A grimaced side-eye. “Don’t make it weird, man.”

A shrug. “We already established we’re weird.”

For a long moment, both turned to stare at each other. Then, they traded giggles at the absurdity. Eyes pinched closed, just enjoying the moment.

The laughter slowly petered out, eyes opening again. 

Brows wrinkled into something serious. “Wish it hadn’t hurt so much though.”

Their counterpart gave a comforting squeeze of their hands. “Maybe that was just par for the course.” A shrug. “Growing just hurts sometimes. A normal growth spurt. Growing as a person after something hard. Just growing up.” 

“Yeah.” The other agreed. “And maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if we'd known what was happening when it started.” 

Maybe that was another reason for the pain: the lack of understanding, the lack of control. That made them afraid. And that fear… it led to resistance, even if unconsciously. They'd fought their powers’ efforts to change them into something greater than they were before. 

“Maybe…” One mused, almost hopefully. “Maybe we wouldn't have resisted if we’d known.”

“We would have.” The other shook their head.

Change was scary, much less changing into something so drastically different from what they were before, something admittedly inhuman. 

“Yeah.” The counterpart conceded. “We would have.” A sigh. “What would singular Danny think of all this?”

“Probably be really freaked out.” The other rolled their eyes. “He’d definitely think we’re crazy.” Then, a worried brow wrinkle. “Guess we’ll find out, if we figure out how to get back to normal.”

Back to normal, like Sam and Tucker had said earlier…. Their heart throbbed painfully. “Do we really want to?”

Now, despite everything, they were glad to have grown into two. With it being so comfortable, easy, so natural, it felt like….they were meant to become this.

They blinked, surprised by the revelation. “Can we even go back?”

One being with two bodies. Two forms with one consciousness. Something so vastly different, so much bigger than they were before. Like an adult looking at the onsies they wore as a baby… how could they ever hope to fit back inside their old self?

And yet… both yawned, feeling energy waning. It had been a long day, sleep beginning to pull on their consciousness.

“We’ll figure it out.” Both bodies mouthed the words, a promise to sort it out in the morning. 

They would talk to Sam and Tucker, tell Jazz about all this. They’d figure out if they could fuse back into one Danny, if they even want to. And… what to do if they couldn’t.

With a sleepy sigh, the two settled more comfortably onto their blankets. The star stretched above, a far better ceiling than that of their bedroom. Heart beats slowed, their mind beginning to drift, soft and hazy. 

Still hand in hand, the two Dannys fell asleep.

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Danny awoke, still half-floating in dreams, to the feeling of pins and needles on his right arms.

Wait… his? Arms?

Blearily, the boy blinked open his eyes. His vision struggled to adjust, seeing double as he looked down at himself. Two arms on his right side, connected to each other at the shoulder.

Listlessly, Danny wiggled the fingers on his right side. Both hands waved and…. 

Oh, that was real. He actually did have two right arms. 

A tingling feeling radiated up both. Passively, he watched as the flesh of both limbs warped and melded. A soft, malleable feeling like molding clay…. The arms joined together, forming one thickly swollen limb. 

The enlarged bicep throbbed slightly for a moment, before deflating slowly like a balloon releasing its air. His forearm did the same a second later. Finally, his blocky fingers dwindled, shrinking back into his normal slender digits.

For a long moment, Danny stared at the hand, understanding slowly dawning. “Well….” His brow wrinkled. “That answered that question.” It had been like when he’d split into two, but in reverse. Each part of his dual bodies slowly melding back into one, piece by piece. “Guess we…. I could fuse back together.”

A wet, thickness suddenly clogged his throat at the words. A wave of sadness crashed over his body. Over his singular body. 

Danny felt… he felt smaller, all of a sudden. His eyes pinched closed, a shaky hand resting over his chest. A cold, empty feeling rested there, not something ghostly but…. lost, grieved. The loss rushed through him, tears misting. That strange emptiness… It was like… like a part of him had just shriveled and died, dwindling away into nothingness. A part of him he hadn’t even known until today.

A part of him he… they hadn’t even thought he would want.

The memory flashed behind his eyes, a stomach churning sense of vertigo. 

A sigh. “What would singular Danny think of all this?”

“Probably be really freaked out.” The other rolled their eyes. “He’d definitely think we’re crazy.” 

No, no, that was all wrong. They weren’t…. He wasn’t crazy. Freaked out, yes. The dual memories, two versions stacked on top of each other, made his head ache. But Danny remembered. He remembered both, being both Dannys. And he wanted that back. He wanted to be them again. But that was gone. That was gone and-

Another wave of dizziness cut off the thought. His stomach rose in his throat. At the same time, an icy revelation washed through him. 

A contradiction…. What would singular Danny think of all this? As if the two Dannys considered themself something altogether different from the singular version. As if this Danny, the one thinking that thought, was separate and distinct from his dual self.

But Danny remembered. He remembered. And the predictions were wrong, so wrong. The feeling of emptiness, the loss. Longing for something snatched out of his reach. The line of his consciousness had not broken.

And maybe… maybe that dual version of himself wasn’t gone. Maybe… he could will himself to become two again.

Danny opened his eyes, hands raised in front of his face. Shakily, he reached for his core. He envisioned. Ectoplasm swirling under his skin, the soft and malleable feeling of his flesh stretching.

An ache bloomed in his fingers. The boy’s breath caught. The sensation built, skin becoming tight. Like slipping into too small gloves. It crescendoed into…. into the echo of another pair of hands inside of his. 

In his mind, something fluttered. Like wings spreading, feathers lifted to catch the air. Like petals unfolding, a flower opening to the sun. He unfurled, a canvas unrolled to display its contents.

Danny’s eyes widened. His fingers throbbed, physically. They pulsed, long and wide, short and narrow, then long and wide again. Each quivered, preparing to grow and divide in two. 

He… they were doing it. They would be able to become two again and-

A recoiling jolt, like a rubber band breaking, and Danny was panting. 

“What…” His chest heaved. “What was…”

In a blink, his hand returned to normal, his mind snapping back into shape. A flicker of disappointment twitched his lips. He’d been doing it, just beginning to duplicate. But that jolt… a tiredness settled into his bones. 

Maybe it was like he’d suspected. He needed a certain amount of energy to have two bodies. That ectoenergy dwindled as he slept, his body melding back into one. And now he was tapped out. But…

His mind fluttered, a tiny hint of an echo within as the revelation bloomed. He… he hadn’t shrunk. He hadn’t reduced into something lesser, a part of him shriveling into nothing. 

Instead… he’d compacted. Like a bird’s wings, folding up against the body to take up less space. A flower bud, petals closed into something appearing much smaller than when opened. A piece of artwork, rolled into a tube to shield its surface. Danny had enfolded, compressed into something appearing smaller.

The boy let out a shaky breath, a wave of relief untensing his muscles. “I’m… I’m still here. All of me.”

His eyes drifted up, finally noticing the lightning sky. Almost morning. He pushed himself up with his elbows, his gaze setting on the horizon. 

His breath caught. Colors rippled.Yellow, oranges, pinks, and more shades he had never seen before. A brief echo of another pair of eyes flickered behind his.

Yes, all of him. The rest of him was still there. The newly discovered dual self still lingered, curled up inside of him. Not gone, not lost. Just…. Currently inaccessible. 

But not completely so…

His ears twitched, catching the sound of a shower running inside the house. A noise he would never have been able to hear from so far away yesterday. 

In the house, Jazz took an early morning shower. Beside him, his phone buzzed. Probably Sam, up with the sun to tender her greenhouse. She would want to know if he was back to normal.

The boy sighed. He would need to talk to Sam, Tucker, and Jazz sooner rather than later. And what a conversation that would be. Was he back to normal? In some ways, yes. But…. 

Danny stood, frowning down at his sleeping nest. Unlike last night, he’d need two trips to return everything.

He was back to normal but… there was no going back to what, to who he had been before. His core pulsed, a comforting reminder. As his powers grew stronger, as his ectoenergy replenished, Danny would be able to unfurl again. He would be able to stretch, to grow back into his new, larger self.

And Danny happily would.

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A few weeks later, when a throbbing started in his head, a pressure building under his skin, Danny knew exactly what that sensation was. Softly grinning with nervous excitement, he let his sister and friends lead him home. And when they shyly asked if they could stay with him for the change, he gently agreed. With a breath, he gave in to the demand of his core. He let himself, themself grow.