#do i feel a million times better and like everything is that tiny bit much more manageable

[twyella]

me, feeling incredibly sad: I think sitting in the park in the rain would fix me

me half an hour later, being rained on in the park: I can't believe this is working

[monstersflashlight]

Ohhh, maybe something with sugar daddy minotaur? Started with money end on the bed then the minotaur get so clingy with us, claim to be more then sugar daddy because our squirt 🥺

I feel so hot request something like this ahhh-

Minotaur daddy

Minotaur x fem!reader || daddy kink, squirting, praise kink, oral sex, super fluffy fluff

When he reached to you through your social media to be your daddy, you thought it was a stupid bot once again, but you answered to see what kind of crazy offer he had to give you. It was funny at first, just checking if he was a bot. But in less than thirty minutes there was an amazing sum in your bank account and you had a date and a contract set with the most handsome minotaur you’ve ever met.

Your first date was amazing, soft and quiet and he indulged you in everything you liked. You fell a tiny bit in love with him that day, but your relationship was purely transactional. Or so you thought.

You fooled around a couple times, but he never got his pants down. He pleasured you over and over, but never taking care of himself. He insisted it was all for you, that you were the focus of that relationship, money or not. So it worked great for you, you got his soft big tongue ravishing your pussy and money for it. You were completely fine with it…

But the reality is that you weren’t. Not at all. You wanted more, so much more. He gave you the best orgasms of your life, allowed you to pay for your living and indulged on your stupid craving. He took you out, dressed you with fancy clothes and paraded you around like the most precious thing he had. And that was great. But you wanted more, so much more. You wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. You wanted him to want you… But you didn’t know how to tell him that. How to act on your feelings. You didn’t even know if he wanted you that way.

The only thing you knew is that he fucking loved eating you out until you were a mess.

You were whiting against the sheets of his fancy penthouse. “Please, daddy…” You came three times already, your pussy so tender and overstimulated you didn’t know if you could go more.

“One more, babe. Gimme one more and I’ll stop,” he always promised that. He always said he wanted one more and you ended up soaking his face and clenching so hard on his fingers he would whine and tell you how fucking amazing your pussy was.

“I don’t know if I can,” you told him. Someplace inside of you, you knew there was at least one more inside of you, but it felt different this time.

He always ate you out incredibly well, but for some reason the combination of his fingers and his rough tongue were hitting something different inside of you. It was like you were on the edge of the most amazing thing was at arm reach but you couldn’t get to it. Not quite. Not yet. Your need to be a good girl was above your need for him to stop.

“Of course you can, babe. Do it for me. Come for daddy one more time,” he coached. His words felt hot and bothered against your pussy, his lips engulfing half of your pussy at once, lapping and sucking as he pressed against your G-spot over and over. His clever fingers giving your insides a massage that was driving you into insanity.

But you didn’t know if you could do it. It was so close but so far away at the same time. You grabbed his horns and rose your hips to meet his eager tongue once again, trying to reach that part of you that wanted to break under him, that part of you that wanted to be pliant, perfect for him. He chuckled at your eagerness and resumed his activities, his big tongue playing with your clit softly but intently, the way you liked. His fingers inside of you rubbing circles in the most awesome way. Your eyes were closed as you panted, pulling at his horns until he whimpered against your flesh, making you feel even better.

And then you felt something inside of you break down, like he destroyed some kind of dam and you were exploding into a million pieces.

You squirted for the first time ever over his surprised face as he pulled his face back but kept rubbing over your G-spot. You came, and came, and came until you felt you were losing your mind and your brain was melting inside your head. It was the most extreme feeling you’ve ever felt and the most amazing, too.

When you came down, still panting, he pulled you to him, your body wrapped around his as he caressed your naked back. “You did amazing, pretty girl. So good for your daddy.” You blushed at his words, like you always did. There was something special about him praising you, you never thought you had a praise kink, but he helped you discover a lot of things about yourself… Like you could squirt.

“I didn’t know I could do that, daddy,” you confessed. You tried not to sound too shy, but the fact that his furry face was still damp with your release and he was smiling at you like you held the light of the universe was doing things to your insides.

“You did great, you are perfect. My perfect pretty girl,” he caressed your face and pulled you up. Your mouths collided into a frantic kiss that left you breathless. He parted ways and said: “I think I’m going to keep you,” he whispered, making you shiver and look at him confused.

“What?” That couldn’t mean what you thought it meant. Right?

“I want you to be more than my sugar baby,” he responded, your heart doing crazy shit inside your chest as the butterflies inside your stomach flew around frantically.

“What are you saying? Do you want… more?” You asked, wanting to be sure of it.

“Of course I want more. I didn’t know how to say it because I thought you wouldn’t want an old bull like me. But you coming like that, for me��� That was too much, babe. I need you like I need air. And I would need a repetition of that at least once a day for the rest of our lives. I… I love you.” The softness in his tone mixed with the way he was looking at you, your heart was beating like crazy in your chest and you thought you were about to implode with happiness.

“Are you for real, don’t joke with me. Because I love being your sugar baby but I kind of… love you, too,” you confessed. The happiness in his eyes was answer enough. You launched for his mouth, and you felt like everything was right with the world again. Like there was hope in the future. “But I’m still going to want pretty dresses,” you joked when you broke apart.

“Of course, pretty girl. Everything you want.” You smiled down at him and kissed him again until your bodies were melting into one.

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[lovebugism]

AH HI!! so... i love the way you write ditzy!reader, and especially with steve idk it just warms my heart yk? The way they interact 😭 it's so lovely

Since I'm an angsty girly at heart, I thought about a situation where steve gets a teeny tiny bit frustrated with ditzy!reader, but it's just seconds, even less than that but it's enough to make her upset for making him upset but also a super fluffy moment between both of them and steve being mesmerized by her and just so much in love

ahh thank u lovie! pls enjoy!! — steve gets frustrated with his sensitive gf and makes up with her accordingly (hurt/comfort, established relationship, 2.7k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You keep Steve company during the last half of his shift like you always do. 

He’s grumpier than usual, though — all pouty and visibly brooding. 

You plop yourself on the front counter of Family Video and ask him what’s wrong, and he tells you that the day’s been hell and he’s just tired. There is no “but I feel better now” like there usually is when he’s upset but doesn’t want you to think it’s your fault. 

The “because you’re here” is typically implied. 

Not so much now.

You’re having the complete opposite day of your sulking boyfriend. Yours had been dreadfully boring, or at least you say it had been, but you find a million different things to tell him. You’re too excited after having spent so many hours without him, like a dog with a wagging tail. You’ve got the zoomies of the mouth, if you could even call it that.

“—And then I saw the cutest dog on the way over here. His name was Cappy, and he was huge, and the owner was so nice. He even let me pet him, and he literally felt like a cloud— the dog, not the owner.”

Steve is used to this. The whole rambling about nothing thing. He loves it about you, actually. It took him ages to coax you out of that shell after your asshole ex told you that you talked too much, convinced you that no one cared about what you had to say.

You’re more comfortable now, and Steve loves that you are, but right now he just can’t concentrate.

Keith’s been on his ass about inventory all day, and he just learned how to do it on the old, bulky computer this morning — but only after Robin made him an hour late to his shift. Everything’s just too much now. He’s overwhelmed to the point of spontaneous combustion. 

For the first time ever, you’re not helping.

“—And, like, I know when we move into our apartment, we’re technically not allowed to have pets, but like… What about a fish? Or a turtle?” you wonder aloud but don’t stop to let him answer. Sitting on the edge of the counter, you kick your feet and flit your eyes to the spotted ceiling. “What if I start feeding the deer in the woods, and they just start showing up at our backdoor? ‘Cause technically—”

“Babe, please,” Steve snaps suddenly when your sneaker knocks his chair. He’s buzzing with anger, and even though it’s not because of you, he doesn’t know where else to put it.

Your eyes go wide at the newfound bite in his tone. He’s not shouting at you, but it makes your heart stop like he is. You feel like a kid again, getting scolded for being “too much.”

“…What?” you squeak.

Steve sighs. A deep, heavy sigh. It doesn’t remove the leaden weight from his chest, though. 

“I’m… I’m really trying to concentrate here, and you’re just— you’re making it really hard,” he tells you through gritted teeth, trying hard to keep his composure.

You deflate like a popped balloon. “Oh…”

He can hear the waver in your tone, the way your voice sounds wet with unshed tears. But he’s too overwhelmed — internally raging and selfish with it. His sweltering temper makes his woe feel more important than yours.

“Yeah, so… Can you just— go bother someone else for, like, five minutes?” he asks, fists clenched on either side of the clunky keyboard, his gaze concentrated on the pixelated screen. “Robin’s probably sulking in a corner somewhere. Go find her.”

Your face crumbles like a balled-up piece of paper. Your chest gets all tight, and your eyes start to burn when tears gather behind them.

You’d always been a flower of melodrama — blooming eternally and constantly sensitive. So when Steve cut you off as you fantasized about a family of deer living in the backyard of an apartment you were supposed to share together, it felt like a knife in your chest. 

The irrational thought that he no longer wanted any of that with you was fleeting and vivid and burning. Irrational, still.

But now you’re annoying him. He’s told you as much, with an unusual harshness he’s never spat at you before. And now your fears feel much more real.

“I’m bothering you?” you ask him, barely intelligible through the whimper in your throat.

Steve huffs again. His elbows thunk against the desk when he puts his head in his palms, swiping his fingers through his hair like he always does when he’s antsy. 

“I just really need to get this done,” he tells you, softer now. He makes himself mad all over again, though, and gets sharper once more. “I need to finish this before I get fired, and then we have no apartment to move into because we have no money, alright?”

There it is. The root of all his anger. A lingering feeling of inadequacy. 

He wants a life with you, but all he’s got is a measly Family Video salary — which he’s lucky to have apparently, because he can’t seem to do anything right. It stirs like a fire in the pit of his stomach.

After another deep breath, he finally turns to look up at you. His honey eyes are wet and stern. The chiseled edges of his features are sharp. Gently, he pleads. “I really need to work here, babe.”

You nod, understanding and internally weeping. “Okay. I’m— I’m sorry, I was just— I’ve been missing you all day, and I got too excited, I think,” you confess, wringing your clammy hands in your lap like a scolded child.

“Don’t apologize,” Steve says with a huff, leaning back against the squeaking swivel chair. It’s old and has lost all its cushion. His stiff back aches all the more. There’s no relief, to any of it. 

He sits back up again and puts his unsure hands back on the keyboard. “Just— Just go, okay? Let me finish this.”

He leaves little room for argument.

You wouldn’t, though, even if you wanted to. Which you do. You’re just not strong enough.

—————

Steve tells you to go, but you end up in the kiddie corner across the store. 

Mr. Rogers puts on a bright red cardigan and sings a tune that makes you feel like crying. You sit on the color-blocked carpet, surrounded by block toys, and clutch a stuffed bunny to your chest. You can’t tell if the vintage VHS is making the screen blurry or if it’s the tears gathering heavy at your waterline.

Robin walks by you, does a double-take, and immediately reports to Steve.

“What did you do?” she interrogates with narrowed eyes, strolling up to the counter with a cart full of tapes to put away.

The hearty tap, tap, taping of the keyboard fills the silence. 

Steve doesn’t look at her until he’s finished up the last of his work. Only when it’s fully and finally complete does his hardened gaze dart to her. “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend. She’s upset.”

“What do you mean she’s upset?”

Robin rolls her eyes at his obliviousness. “I don’t know. She’s singing the Mister Roger’s theme song and, like, crying. It’s weird.”

Steve’s brows pinch. His heart does, too. “Crying?”

“Well— not crying, exactly. It’s this really weird blubbering thing.” She fails to explain it so she tries to imitate it. A sobbing, sniffling sort of noise. She fails at that, too. Her scrunched face goes back to normal. “Like that.”

Deadpanned, Steve nods. “Wow, Robin. That was really helpful. Thank you.”

“Just go comfort your girlfriend, dingus.”

Steve still thinks she’s joking. Robin doesn’t lie, but she does have a tendency to overemphasize the mundane. 

He goes to see you anyway, though, and doesn’t think twice about any of it — about what Robin said or what he had said to you before that.

He finds you in the kid’s section, in front of the tiny television, surrounded by brightly colored toys. He smiles at the sight of you, exhaling a sharp laugh through his nose.

“What are you doing all the way over here, huh?” he questions to announce his arrival, which you seemingly hadn’t noticed. “This area is usually for kids, ya know? Well, kids and Dustin Henderson.”

He doesn’t sound as annoyed with you anymore. You’re grateful for that much, but you still feel a bit sick about the whole thing.

Your nervous hands pick the cotton of the fuzzy bunny in your arms. You keep your gaze on the television in front of you, but you aren’t really watching it anymore. “I used to watch this stuff a lot growing up. The nostalgia sorta makes me wanna puke. But, like, in a good way.”

Steve scoffs. “Well, maybe we should turn it off then, ‘cause if I have to clean up vomit after the day I’ve had, I might actually go insane.”

He’s kidding. Mostly. The universe tends to be cruel like that, but he’d clean up all your messes a thousand times over if he had to.

He laughs at his own joke as he crouches to sit down next to you. He bends his knees, props his arms on top of them, and looks over at you. You don’t crack a smile for him, which is weird because you always laugh at his jokes. Even the ones that aren’t funny. Especially the ones that aren’t funny.

His smile ebbs to a wavering half-smirk as he knocks his shoulder with yours. “You okay?”

You think for a moment, jutting your lips out, unblinking at the television screen. “No,” you answer after a few seconds of silence. “But I’ll get over it. I think.”

Your honesty makes his heart wrench — like you’ve wrapped both your tiny hands around the beating organ and squeezed. It knocks the breath out of his lungs, a fish so ruthlessly pulled from the water. He tries to speak through the sudden lack of air. “Wh—What happened? Was it… Did I do something? Did you—”

“No,” you cut off his stammering with a firm shake of your head. “I did something.”

“Oh,” is all he says, pink lips pouting and wide eyes darting. “What does… What does that mean? Did you, like, step on a rogue VHS or something? ‘Cause I do that all the time, and technically, that’s Rob’s fault for leaving them out, so—”

You shake your head again, digging your nails into the delicate cotton of the well-loved stuffy in your arms. “No. I was just— I was botheringyou, and now I feel bad,” you confess, all quiet like a meek child who’s learning what it means to be sorry.

Steve — your oh, so oblivious one — goes aflame with embarrassment. He’d been too clouded by his own anger to recognize the venom spilling from his mouth; to understand that it would inevitably hurt you.

With chiseled features twisted in confusion, he shakes his head and stammers. “What? No! You weren’t— You weren’t bothering me!”

You turn to look at him, for the first time since he sat down beside you. Your eyes are glassy and swimming with hurt. You try to keep your trembling features stoic. You don’t want to seem as hurt by it all as you really are. 

You feel like you should, anyway. What right do you have to be sad when you were the one being a bother?

“You said I was,” you remind him, still soft but sterner now. “You told me to go bother someone else—”

“Oh, babe…” Steve says, deflating just as you had. 

He knows how sensitive you are, how deeply you feel things. You’re vulnerable, raw — it makes everything feel more personal than it really is. It makes grumpy jabs from your dumbass boyfriend hurt like a lemon on a weeping wound.

He tries to apologize, knowing that he hurt you and that it’s not up to him to decide that he didn’t. 

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to, babe,” he murmurs, swiping a tense hand through his hair and then gesticulating wildly with it. “I was just being a dick, you know? I’ve been super stressed all day and—”

“Don’t apologize. I was being annoying.”

Steve blinks at you with wide, wet eyes — like you’ve hurt him by talking so cruelly about yourself. 

“Baby, no. No,” he urges, ducking down to meet your gaze when you look away from him. “I’m just an idiot, okay? I put off inventory until the last second, and Keith’s been on my ass all day about it, and I just— I took that out on you, and that’s not fair, and I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, pursing your bitten lips to the side and twisting the long ear of the bunny between your fingers. “It’s not your fault, Steve…” you murmur, almost inaudibly.

He scoffs. It sounds like a bitter laugh. “Well, actually, it kinda is.”

“I just… I don’t really understand what’s going on sometimes. Or, like, a lot of the time,” you admit with a distracted gaze, eyes flitting everywhere but to the boy beside you. You’re too ashamed to look at him now. “And it’s harder for me to know when I’m talking too much, you know? Or if I’m being super annoying.”

“I know…” Steve nods, trying his best to be sympathetic of you. He loves how soft you are — too much to understand you completely. He loves how gently you treat the rest of the world, how unusually giddy you get in your gentleness. 

You swallow through a tightening throat and shrug to pretend your world doesn’t feel like it’s crumbling around you. “And I don’t care about annoying other people— well, I do, but it’s different with you, you know? Other people can’t break up with me for being too much.”

“The idiot that told you you were too much had exactly zero personality,” Steve tells you, mostly because he means it but also to see you smile. 

You do, just barely. A grin so soft only someone deathly in love with you could see. 

“You’re never annoying me, okay? Ever. I love hearing you talk. I love having you around.”

“Yeah?” you ask him, blinking back burning tears.

“Hell yeah! You’re, like, the best part of my day! The only good part of my day, now that I think about it.”

Biting back a grin, you tease, “Well, what about Robin?”

“Robin made me late today, so we’re kinda not friends right now.”

“That’s mean,” you scold despite the growing smile on your face.

Steve shrugs. “We’ll make up before I clock out. No big deal.”

You go suddenly shy, smiling sheepish and tilting your chin to your chest to peek at him through your lashes. “Are we gonna make up before you clock out?” you wonder quietly.

“Only if you’re willing to forgive me for being an insufferable douchebag,” Steve answers, only half-joking. He very seldomly feels worthy of your softness.

You look at him with it, anyway. 

Full on beaming now, you reach across the short distance to wrap him in a firm embrace. The position is only slightly awkward. Sitting side by side with your asses on the hard carpet, your arms wound tightly around his neck — a bit like a snake smothering its prey. 

Steve feels grateful to be held so ardently. 

His nose smushes into your neck. The sweet scent of your perfume entwines with the warm scent of your sweater. He smiles into your shoulder when it makes you giggle. You pull back from him then, just to steal a quick peck a moment later. Your lips smack audibly against his grin.

“Can we make out before you clock out?” you lilt with a shy smirk.

“…That is the single best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Your giggle fills the empty store when Steve rises suddenly and pulls you with him. He leads you toward the back, tugging you by the hand down the short corridor and rambling all the way. “Keith left for the day, so his office is empty, which means it’s fair game—”

“I am not making out with you in Keith’s office!”

“But his desk chair is crazy comfortable, and also, he’s a dick, so… who cares?”

[echobx]

Big Boy - Rafe Cameron × fem!reader

summary: y/n is surprised to find out that Rafe is still innocent and wants to remedy that

word count: 1k

warnings: smut, p in v (protected), loss of virginity, light dom!reader

summary: I will be honest, this is from the old wip pile bc I didn't know if I should post it, but it fits in here.

kinktober masterlist

You can't believe that he’s standing in front of you, naked and hard and so fucking hot. It's a dream come true. Rafe Cameron has been your dream for months on end, but it has taken some time for you to charm him. He’s always too preoccupied with playing golf and selling coke, but you know your way around boys, how to charm them and more. “Fuck, Rafe, you're bigger than I thought,” you giggle and reach your hand out to stroke him as he stands before you, but he takes a tiny step back. “Are you sure you want this?” He seems weirdly shy for someone who is such a big mouthed asshole all the time. “Yeah. Are you sure?” You smile and he nods slowly. “Good, then maybe you should let me touch you? Unless, you don't want me to?” “It's just-” he turns his head and breathes out before looking back at you. “I've never done this,” he admits, and you feel like you won the fucking lottery. “What have you done?” You ask and he gnaws at his lip. “Jerked off, yeah, that's basically it,” he says and you nod. “What do you want to do tonight then?” you ask sweetly, wanting to run your hands over his exposed chest, but you restrain yourself. “Can I fuck you?” he asks hesitantly. “Of course,” you smile and take a step closer again, and this time he doesn't back away.

“Do you want to make out first?” He nods, and you start by leaning up to kiss him. He's not bad at kissing, but there's room for improvement. His hands don't seem to find their place on your body, hovering over your hips until you force them onto your skin. “Move them to my ass and squeeze,” you tell him and kiss him again, just as he squeezes harshly and you gasp excitedly. “Did that hurt?” he pulls away, concerned for your health. “Shit, you're cute,” you giggle. “That was perfect. You should do it again. And don't try to fight my lead when I kiss you, follow me, or move into me, it's not a competition.” He nods at your instructions, and when he kisses you again, it's a million times better than before. “Fuck, that was good,” you pant after pulling away. “Can I fuck you know?” he asks impatiently. “I have so much to teach you, pretty boy,” you smile happily, taking his hand and pushing it between your legs. “Am I wet?” you ask him, and he runs his fingers between your folds, grazing your clit, and you bite down on your lip. “Feels wet to me,” he smirks. “That's good, you don't want me to not be wet,” you tell him, and he nods, taking mental notes of everything you say. “You should lie down,” Rafe instructs, and you shake your head. “No, this is your first time, I'm taking control here. You can have it back later, I promise,” you whispered and pecked his cheek.

Rafe was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, and his dick was leaking precum so deliciously you had a hard time not sucking him off immediately. “I'm going to fuck myself with your cock now,” you tell him, and he nods. “I'm ready.” “Good,” you smirk, pumping him a few times and watching his eyes roll with pleasure, before rolling the condom down his impressive length. “You know how to put this on by yourself, though, right?” “Yes, I'm not entirely incapable,” he rolls his eyes at you and in response you squeeze his dick just a tiny bit, making him hiss. “What the fuck!” “You gotta behave yourself,” you giggle and take him to your entrance. “Now hold it together for me, pretty, I don't want to have this be over in less than ten seconds.” “I'll do my best,” he laughs, but starts cursing as soon as you start sinking down his cock. He's bigger than expected, that was clear from the first look, but his stretch is still a little too overwhelming for you.

“Fuck, Rafe, you're so big,” you cry out, incapable of moving as long as your body grows accustomed. “You feel so good. So warm and soft,” Rafe pants, and you slowly start to roll your hips. “Shit! Fuck! I think I'm gonna come!” he threatens just fifteen seconds in. “Hold on, pretty. I know you can do it for me. Don't you wanna make me come too?” you try to bait him. “Fuck, yes. Please, come on my dick,” he babbles, and you give him a soft kiss. “Touch my clit, Rafe,” you tell him, and he does his best, but the misplaced strokes of his fingers do nothing for you. “This good?” he asks, and you shake your head. Taking his fingers into your hand, you press his digits against your clit, forcing a few heavy strokes out of him and as soon as he finds his rhythm on it, you start to bounce on his cock, letting him hit deeper like that and squeezing his cock as you neared your end. “I can't- S’too much, y/n,” Rafe begged, but he had already done better than you had expected. “It's okay, gorgeous, you can come for me,” you tell him and keep bouncing on him as he twitches and fills the condom. It only takes you a few more strokes of his fingers and some more friction of his cock for you to finish, too. And when you do, he's staring at you, watching every single move you make and feeling himself grow hard again at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him.

“That was perfect,” you praise him while getting up. “What now?” he asks. “Now, I go pee and clean myself off, and you do the same. And afterward we talk about all the nasty things I'm gonna teach you, because once I'm done, you'll be the best fuck on the entire island.”

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[ministerlo]

Like Father, Like Son

I'm sitting on the couch, reading a fantasy book I liked, completely absorbed by it. It’s the weekend, and I'm enjoying your time alone at home, as usual.

Suddenly, I hear the front door open. It could only be my mother and… "him". Your mom’s new boyfriend.

I don’t like him at all. He often takes advantage of your mom, and I don’t know why she still keeps him around.

"Hi Mom" I say cheerfully, I adored my mom, she raised me all by herself after dad left us, the only problem with her was that she had gotten with. "Hey punk" Steve, he wore his dumb smirk as he took off his shoes.

"Hi sweetie." mom speaks to you with a smile.

"Where'd you guys go." I say trying to sound as polite as possible to Steve in front of my mother, she didn't need the extra stress of knowing I didn't like her boyfriend.

Mom goes to the kitchen to put down her stuff. Steve, on the other hand, walks towards me, and sits down right next to me. He makes sure to sit so close to me that he’s practically touching me. "We just, walked through the town a bit." he says as he puts his arm around me.

I looked at the time, "Wait, mom don't you have a meeting soon?"

She looked at the time "Omg, I need to run, be good for Steve sweetie" as she rushed off to go to her meeting on time.

As I watched her leave I finally snapped at Steve "Get your hands off me."

"Why would I?" He smirks deviously.

"What do you want?" I asked irraitedly

He laughs, and pulls me closer to him. He’s now holding my shoulder firmly with one hand, almost like he was trapping me down to the couch. "I just want to spend some time with you, that’s all. We never got to have one-on-one chats, you know." He says with a cocky smile.

"Why would I need to spend time with you?" I asked raising my voice.

"Aww don't you want to spend time with your good ol' step dad?" he said grinning from ear to ear

"You're not my dad!" I screamed, you're just a rebound for my mom.

"Ohh, that's gonna change soon." He said under his breath, I could barely hear him, I glared at him for that but my last mistake was looking at his eyes.

"What's wrong with your eyes." I asked head suddenly getting increasingly dizzy.

"Hmm, what?" He said in a teasing tone.

"Your eyes, they're, spirals." At this point I could barely form a coherent sentence my head hurt so much, it felt like a million tiny needles were stabbed into my brain, not only that it felt like a fog was in my head stopping all thoughts from being processed.

He laughs, and looks back at me with his hypnotising eyes. "Yeah, they’re pretty cool aren’t they?" He chuckles as he looks me deep into the eyes, almost like he’s staring down my soul.

"I-I feel weird." Stammering I try to get rid of the fog that was incasing my head.

He continues to stare down into my eyes, still holding me close to him "What do you feel? Explain it to me." He says while chuckling, as if he knows exactly what I feeling but wants me to say it out loud.

"Head's foggy." I could barely hear myself over the hammering over my head.

He chuckles yet again, seeing that I was slowly getting affected by his eyes "Anything else? Do you feel dizzy? Or dumber?"

I couldn't think to refute or shout at him, I could barely speak over the indescribable pain that I was feeling, all of a sudden my body felt like there were weights attached to them. "Dizzy, body feels weird as well"

He smirks, seeing how quickly the effects were taking over "Oh really, come over here." He raises his armpits "maybe this will make you feel better."

I couldn't refute him, my body wanted someone to anchor me and think so I obediently sniffed his armpit, all of a sudden everything felt so pleasurable. As I mindlessly sniffed at his armpits I tried to resist the urge to lap at his armpits.

"That's a good boy, just follow your instincts, don't fight them." He said smirking, he could see the changes that were occurring to me, my hair for starters turned a more dirty blond and messy, he could tell that my face shape was changing, becoming much more angular and chiseled, he also saw that I was growing much more body hair, especially in my armpits.

Since he told me not to fight my urges I decide to start lapping up the sweat, his musky, and manly scent was intoxicating to me. As I continued to obediently lap and sniff my changes were accelerated, my muscles becoming more toned and defined, looking like that of a football star, my feet grew larger, I grew a few inches, both in my dick as well as my height. As the changes progressed I started to produce my own manly and musky sweat, not only that but the musk started to slowly turn me on.

"That's a good boy." Steve told me before he pulled me out of his armpit I whined. "I see, your muscles feel heavy. Your body feels strong, your head hurts and you feel dizzy. Is that right?"

I don't know why but I felt the urge to be obedient rather than defiant to a person I once despised "Yes"

He grabs my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes even more as his smirk becomes bigger "Can you feel your mind getting empty? Feeling slower than usual? Maybe even a little dumber? Or can you still think fine?"

"I can think, but my memories are emptying out" I obediently answered.

He notices that I told him that my memories are starting to disappear, as he continues to stare at me intently in the eyes as I starting to go dumb "Good, good. Let them fade away. You don’t need them anyway. You’ll be given new ones soon, so why even bother with them? Just drop them. Let them fade away from you mind as you slowly feel your intelligence and free-will go lower and lower…"

I suddenly felt a defiant surge as I struggled "What, are you doing to me"

He chuckles as he takes notice of my slow reaction and confusion. It was cute to him that I was so clueless "You still haven’t figured it out? You’re really that dumb, uh?" He says while he slowly moves his hand up to my head, and begins petting me as if I was a pet.

"I- no dad, wait what?!" I gasped at my accidental slip at calling him dad. "I my memories, you're not my biological dad but are at the same time"

He grins as he sees thatI'm slowly realising what’s happening. He knows I'm getting close to the truth, and he’s enjoying every second of it "That’s right kid, you’re almost there." He says as he continues to pet and caress my hair while staring deep into my eyes

"Are my memories-" before I could finish I was cut off.

He grins from ear to ear as he hears you say that"That’s right, your memories are slowly getting replaced. Soon, you won’t remember anything from before. Nothing. You will fully think I’m your new real dad. And you’ll be my new son."

"Why do I feel so sore dad." my memories were already starting to be replaced and I was already accepting the new ideas that were implanted in my head.

He laughs and looks me up and down "Do you know why your muscles are so sore? It’s because they’ve grown. You’re so much bigger than before, and your muscles are so much stronger and for that strength your intelligence and free-will have been slowly disappearing. You don’t need them, you don’t need to think, just being the good son that I tell you to be."

"Yeah just be a good son, wait- no what about mom!" as I was accepting my new fate I remembered my mom and was able to break free.

He scoffs as I mention my mom "What about her? She’s not here, she’s not important. To you, I’m the most important person, right? You only listen to me, right? Obedience, love and loyalty is the only thing you feel for me. Right?"

"Yeah." I said back in his control.

He grins, seeing how obedient I've become. He loves having control over me. I’ve become so dumb and submissive, it’s so amusing to him "That’s good, kid. You don’t need your mom, you don’t need anything or anyone. My control over you is absolute. You only exist to please and obey me. Isn’t that right?"

As the mindless haze fully set in my cock grew rock hard, all the thoughts slipping from my head, increased my everything, my libido, my strength, my muscles and my pleasure. These thoughts also made it so that I had lost all of my queerness, thinking only traditionally without a single liberal thought. "Yeah I'm your good obedient son." I said as I chuckle dumbly.

He grins and ruffles my hair again. He feels so satisfied that I’ve become so weak-willed and obedient. It’s almost intoxicating to him to have such control over you "That’s a good boy. A good, obedient, dumb son. Exactly the kid I’ve always wanted. So strong and muscular, yet so dumb and easy to control and manipulate. You’ll do anything I say, right?"

"Yes dad." I said.

"Good, let's start replacing your memories then. From now on you're Kyle, my ideal son, you’re the star quarterback. The most popular, well liked, and most muscular guy in school. Everyone looks up to you, and all the girls want to be with you." He stated.

"Now one more thing, you'll do it for me won't you, since you're my good dumb and obedient son." He asked knowing full well that I would say yes.

Just as he expected I nodded.

"That’s good, kid. Now, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to completely, and utterly forget about your mom. Right now."

"Mom?" I asked questioningly.

He grins and looks, satisfied with my reaction "That’s right, I want you to forget about your mom permanently. Never think about her ever again. She’s not important to you anymore. All you should think about is me and obeying me. You only exist to please me, and that’s all you need. Got it?"

As the commands set in I replied "What mom?" completely clueless of my last attachment to my previous life.

He grins widely, the satisfaction of seeing me forget my mom growing more and more "That’s right. Mom? What mom. There is no mom. Just me, right? Your only focus and thought is pleasing me. You’ll forget that you ever had a mom. As far as you’re concerned, I have always been your only parent. You only listen to me, nobody else, right?"

"Of course dad." I was so deep into the commands I only remembered to be his perfect son, dumb, sweaty, muscle-bound, obedient, straight and catholic.

He snaps his fingers as the trance ends looking at me lovingly, enjoying just how much far I've become, from the previous nerd that hated him and didn't even consider him a step-dad to this good, dumb, muscle-bound jock that loved his dad.

"yoh, dad, you coming to my football game this Friday?" I said, completely unaware of the previous tranced state I was in and the past life that I lived out.

"Of course." He said smiling, loving the good son you had become.

As we chatted the door unlocked, revealing to us the lady that was my previous mom.

[drefear]

Tears Don't Fall (Bullet For My Valentine)

Let's go!

Katsuki Bakugou loved his wife more than anything. More than everything. So why? 

Why did he do that? 

Now she was on the ground of their home, their penthouse. Being a pro hero had given him the world, but she was his world and he did everything he could for her. Gave her diamonds and lavish clothing, spa trips and vacations. And in return, she had been loyal, given him two beautiful children and a lifetime of happiness. 

Why did he do that? 

He had no idea, but she was broken. He had broken her. Done the worst thing he could have possibly done and gotten caught. 

On a national fucking television site.

It was weeks ago, but it was just so much. A villain had targeted the school his kids went to and he didn’t get there until Midorya and Todoroki had, already working on getting survivors and victims out. He was lucky, his kids knew precautions and he had trained them on what to do, so they’d gotten out. 

But Midoriya’s… they weren’t as lucky. Midoriya had three, another on the way, and his middle child had gotten stuck between a falling piece of fire and a wall. 

Bakugou couldn’t stop playing Midorya’s face over and over again. He felt responsible for some reason, maybe if he’d gotten there on time then they’d have had enough hands to save all of those kids. Now he was on those stupid tubes and machines and Bakugou was crying at his desk. As he wrote the paperwork, his eyes wouldn’t stop smudging the black on his face. The only thing he wanted to do was hold his kids close at that moment. Hold his wife. 

With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

But he was stuck in this stupid fucking office, and when the secretary knocked on the door, he lost all restraint. Grabbed the edge of the desk, he flipped it and she shrieked. He quickly regained control and slammed the door shut, knowing it wouldn’t look good if his anger got out. He’d worked too hard to get that under control since high school, he wouldn’t let it get him now. 

And then she was close to him. That tiny stupid blonde that always fucked up his lunch. She didn’t make it like his perfect wife. 

But his hands were too shaky. He couldn’t sign what she had for him, he couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t-

He couldn’t push her away when she kissed him. He couldn’t stop when she touched him, held him. 

He needed comfort and he couldn’t stop anymore, he was too far gone, too high strung. 

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

A week later, a call came in through the telecoms of his office. 

“You have one week to get me 2 million dollars or that video plays on youtube.” His hands felt shaky again, and this time it wasn’t rage. It was fear. 

“I’ll have it to you in an hour, delete it immediately.” He said instantly. 

“An hour? Maybe I’m making this a bit too easy. How about 20?” 

“Do you want the money or for me to be scared? Because congrats, dumbass you did it. Delete it.” Bakugou was straining to not break the tiny office phone in his hands. His chest was heaving. 

“I want you to feel pain like I have. I want you to lose something.” 

Bakugou knew it. It was a sudden realization but he knew it. 

“Don’t. Please.” he begged and the laughter that came through was loud, strained. Insane. 

“Cmon now, Ground Zero! Don’t be so boring, you’re usually the life of the party!” 

Bakugou knew it would end with that stupid tape being public, but he didn’t think it would be this bad. 

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

He saw it first when he was walking on patrol, someone glaring at him. He shrugged it off. Heroes were a controversial topic for everyone, he chalked it up to just that. He continued until he heard sounds. Pornigraphic sounds. Playing from that same person’s phone, he approached them. 

“Hey, you can’t be playing that shit-” 

“Ugh! Mr. Bakugou!” The phone sound rang out and his eyes fell to the screen they were previously looking at. It was a stupid little pink phone case, but he was on screen. And so was that blonde.  And he was running. Fast. He had to tell her before she found out like this. God, he knew he fucked up, he knew this was it, but he couldn’t let her find out from a fucking TMZ video.

The moments die, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

Getting back to his office, he saw the blonde and sneered at her, then realizing she was bawling her eyes out. She must have seen, she was probably embarrassed. Young, dumb, she wasn’t in a good position either. He didn’t have time for her. He had to get home. Bakugou grabbed his clothing and bolted for his car. 

He sped. He didn’t care. His world was crumbling and he needed to at least make sure one last piece wasn’t completely shattered. The only piece that mattered to him.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

When he got home, he recognized Midoriya’s car and rushed to the top floor, his home. “DEKU!” He shouted and looked around after bursting through the door, seeing Izuku standing casually dressed in his kitchen with his children in their pajamas. He was holding some food and his kids ran to Bakugou. 

“Daddy!” They smiled and hugged him, as he bent down to hold them back, but his eyes never left Izuku’s. And Izuku’s were just as focused, shooting daggers at him. He deserved it, but he needed her right now. 

“Go to your rooms, bratz.” He chidded and patted their backs as they went off, Izuku tucking one hand in his pocket. They stood in silence and then Bakugou heard it. 

Ururaka’s voice, Momo’s consoling, and his wife’s cries. A part of him was crushed, turned to dust that instant. He was too late. Again. His fists shook by his sides and then raked through his blonde spikey hair.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

“Deku-”

“Just go. Go in there and look at what you did for yourself.” Izuku leaned back against the counter and looked at the ground. “Ochaco and I are taking the kids tonight. They don’t need to see this.” And with that, he headed towards Bakugou’s kid’s rooms. Bakugou couldn’t even speak, his throat was dry. 

And his feet moved towards his bedroom door. His body shuddered, tears already streaming down his eyes. Knocking at the door, Momo was the first to answer. She opened it and stared at him for a second, then moving aside and walking out of the room. 

“Ururaka, let’s go. It’s time.” Momo’s voice was quiet. Bakugou didn’t move as the women brushed past him without a glance, then hearing his kids leaving with the three other pro heroes. 

Once the door shut, he felt empty. It was time to face her. Face his mistakes, and own it. And accept her choice. 

He opened the door a crack and saw his greatest fear.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

She was in a ball on the floor, still as beautiful and perfect as the day they met, but this time, heartbroken and small. Her hair was a knotted mess, clothes stained with tears, hugging her knees to her chest. She was holding something, but he couldn’t make it out in the dark. 

He made small steps towards her and got on his knees before her, just grabbing her and holding her close. He didn’t know if he would ever get to again. 

This battered room I've seen before The broken bones they heal no more, no more With my last breath I'm choking Will this ever end? I'm hoping My world is over one more time

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…” He whispered over and over and over, her whimpering the only other sound. A moment of this and then her cries roared, like she was being tortured, and he flinched. His own tears were blurring everything for him, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. Not now, not ever. “Please, baby… please. I love you, I swear, I was just distracted and I couldn’t get to you, and I was guilty about Midoriya and I just wanted to get home and see you, but then she walked it and I lost it, I lost it-” He was rambling, much like that damn nerd, but not about quirks, about his own fucking mistakes. 

A crack sounded out through the room, echoing off the walls. His face was sore, her hand leaving a red imprint on his cheek. He stared at her and her face was a combination of horrified and sad beyond comparison. He just closed his eyes and sniffled. 

“Do it again.” 

“What?” She whispered. 

“Do it until you feel it’s just. Hit me, kick me, punch me, I don’t care, just don’t- don’t stop loving me.” His eyes went back to hers and her body crumbled under his. Her hands fell against his chest weakly and her eyes closed again, his hands moving to cradle her head.  “I- I can’t…” She answered and Bakugou felt happiness for a split second before her next words ruined it. “I’m trying to… But I can’t.” 

Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

His world was over, nothing mattered, and whoever took that video was going to die.  “C-Carry me to the shower… please… I can’t walk and I just- I just want to-”

“Shhh I got it.” He answered and picked her up as she asked, carrying her to the bathroom and sitting her on the tub. He saw what was in her hands now. It was his tie from their wedding night, and his heart ached again. He began to help her undress, seeing the bags under her eyes and how red and puffy they were from her salty tears, lips dry and split from crying. Her hair looked like she’d run her fingers through a million times, almost painfully so. He hated seeing her like this, not when a month ago, they were planning their ten year anniversary. She was like a doll, so small and fragile right now, porcelain in his big, calloused hands. Her body looked hollowed, like she hadn't eaten yet that day. He stayed quiet, turning on the water and feeling it until it was her comfortable level of warmth.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

After a moment, he lifted her and let her settle in, moving to let her relax in peace. But something caught his hand, and he looked back down at the fragile woman in the tub. 

“Please… come in with me… I don’t want to be alone right now… I-I don’t have… the strength.” She mumbled and he sucked in a breath, pain surging through his veins. He hated this, but he would do anything she wanted. Forever. 

Removing his shirt, he felt the stress of the day hit him, muscles sore from work and then this all. He moved and took off his pants and underwear, shifting his weight and finally stepping in. He slid her forward slightly to sit her between his legs so he could hold her, cradle her as best he could. 

He felt her lean back and his hands moved to touch her skin, massage the ache she must have been having from sitting on the floor in a ball. He pushed the image away as he focused on kneading the woman’s tension. A comfortable sigh left her and he felt a swell of relief inside of him. This was… good, to say the least. They weren’t fighting, she didn’t hate him, and he was seeming to do almost everything right. He leaned his forehead to her temple and let his eyes close, feeling her reciprocate and nuzzle in closer. 

“Forgive me…” he whispered, “please… I can’t live without you.” 

“Katsuki…” Her voice cracked as she said his name, his hand brushing the wet hair stuck to her face behind her ear. “I want to… I do…” 

“Then I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this, to get you back, to keep you with me…” he answered, the rasp in his voice always soothing her, reminding her who she was talking to. “I love you too much to let myself ruin this…” She nodded at his words and he left a kiss on her temple, where his forehead had been, while a tear rolled down his cheek. 

After a bit of just silence in the bathtub, he got them both out and dry, then helped her change into pajamas and brushed her hair. He’d take care of her, make sure she didn’t do anything for herself. After that, he went to the kitchen and called his office.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home (tears don't fall) Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come

“I’m taking two weeks off. Fire the girl, make sure my next assistant is a man. Cancel everything in my calendar for the next few weeks. My phone is going off and it’s not turning back on until I get back. Understood?” 

“Bakugou,” he heard Sero’s voice, then a sigh and Kirirshima in the background, “do what you gotta do man, just don’t fuck it up again.” 

“Get her back, and man up to it, dude. I believe in you.” Kirirshima spoke after the other and there was a second of quiet. 

“Thank you guys. I owe you one for this. Really.” His grip on his cellphone tightened as he spoke and he knew they didn’t know how to react to his sensitive side. Only she did. “I’ve got to go.” He hung up and grabbed water and her favorite snack, chips and ketchup. It was so weird and gross and unnatural to him, but she loved it and he loved it because she loved it.

Going back into the bedroom, he put down the water and the bowl of chips, sitting across from her. 

“You need to eat something.” 

“I’m not hungry.” She whispered. 

“No, you’re depressed because I’m an ass, take one bite and I promise you’ll realize how hungry you are.” One bite turned into three into ten into the bowl, and soon it was empty. He brought it to the kitchen and went back to her, standing next to the bed. “I think- maybe I should sleep in the guest room.” 

“But… I’ll get cold…” she mumbled, “I mean, I just- I haven’t slept alone… in almost ten years…” His heart was jumping with joy. Holy shit, this was good. He nodded and moved to get in next to her. 

“I won’t touch you unless you-“ 

“Shut up, Katsuki.” She finally spoke directly and with volume, “just shut up.” And she pulled him close, head on his chest as she grabbed the light remote and hit a button, putting them in the pitch back darkness. He was stiff, a bit scared to move. His wife had never been a direct person, so gentle with her words and actions, but this made her really toughen up and set him straight. He relaxed and left a hand on her head, petting her hair and soon she was asleep. 

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

Bakugou didn’t sleep at all. He was watching her the whole time, admiring her, praying that this would never end. And when she mumbled his name in her sleep and pulled him tighter to her, he knew. He would do everything for her. There was nothing in this world that could keep him from her, and he would make damn sure of that forever more. 

[poppy-metal]

procrastinating like crazy dont tell my bio professor but but i raise to yoy ... upperclassman!jordan who's in some of your classes--who you aren't reaallyy friends w but it's sort of implied that they r there for you bc they always seem to end up coming to ur rescue when creepy guys hit on u at parties 🙄 because your scumbag bf is probably too busy playing beer pong with his bros. it's not like you and jordan go out of ur way to hang out w each other but you know they care about you at least a tiny bit !!

and it just so happens they live in the same building as aforementioned bf. n when you and he get into a fight--a big one, bad enough to leave tears streaming down your cheeks n your hands fisted at your sides--and you just want to get away from him, their door is the one u end up knocking on. sniffling when they open it up, barely having time to open your mouth around a meek "'m sorry." before they're gripping your chin, painstakingly gentle, eyes panicky. "hey- what happened? you're not hurt, are you?" and their tone, the way they touch you, everything--js makes you feel so much better :( hiccuping out "can i come in?" and they aren't gnna say no 🙄

make sure everything's okay, that he didn't hurt you, get you a drink n everything before sitting on the edge of their bed. you pacing, ranting abt dookieface bf between sniffles 😔 all "i just- i don't know who he thinks he is. i know i'm not perfect, whatever, but--i'm nice to him!! i mean, for fuck's sake, i'm pretty cute, too. nd he just- he doesn't care about me. i don't know what i did wrong." jordan mumbling out "hey, c'mere." bc your voice breaks w the last sentence and you're crying all over again :( wrap you up in their arms, hand coming up to hold the back of your neck. "you didn't do anything wrong, freshie. he's just an asshole." n they don't say it but they're fantasizing abt allll the ways they could kill him 🤗

and you pull back, wiping your cheeks w the back of your hand. "don't think he likes me, jordan. he ignores me nd--he's probably cheated on me a million times. it's like i don't mean anything to him--he can't--won't even make me cum." and jordan raises an eyebrow at that one. n you're quick on the defensive, "'s just- i don't know. don't even think he tries." and booy have u piqued their interest. you're just digging yourself a hole, unable to stop ur words from spilling out. "he- he was my first. ever. and it's like that meant nothing to him." taking a step back n mumbling out, "i'm sorry. that was too much, i just... i should probably go, anyways." as if they would ever let you 🙄 especialky after that lil confession.

n you're still close enough that they can grab your hips, pull you back towards them all gentle. "'s that why you came here, hm?" soft smirk on their face at the way you flush, stumbling over your words, your excuses--gripping your chin to shut you up. "shh. he's an asshole, baby, i know." when they stand up and turn you around, hands moving to your waist to sit you on their bed. your big eyes looking up at them, your shaky little voice when you whisper out, "jordan..." them pushing your legs apart so they can step between them :( grabbing at your thighs, leaning in so you can feel their hot breath on your ear when they whisper, "what is it, little girl? need me to make you cum, hm?" nddd you know it's wrong but you r nodding :( a little bit frantically :( and zoo wee mama are you in for it!! bc they csll jordan pussy destroyer for a reason!!!

too dleepy to proofread anf also my demons possessed me and. couldnt fight them off but ❤️❤️ love u poppy!!

-🦸‍♀️

grabs u by the shoulders and shakes u

breath catching n tears teetering on your lashes your mouth dropping in a perfect O when jordan pushes your thighs apart. their ringed hands sliding up your stocking clad thighs is enough to suck all the air out of the room and you're already panting by the time you let words tremble out, "b- be gentle, please?" because your boyfriend - ex - has always been rough meaty hands grabbing at you in ways that never made you feel small in a good way, more like a poorly treated chew toy. dry digits shoving in your cunt - pumping once, maybe twice, before calling it enough.

jordan chews on their lip, to you it looks like contemplating; but jordans just hiding a grin. you're such a little fawn, they think. stumbling on shaky legs from the jaws of a bear into the den of a fox, because it looks kinder. but jordans still has fangs and they still want to eat you up. the difference, they guess, is that they actually want you to enjoy yourself.

nothing feels quite as good to their ego than a cute girl squeezing the life out of their fingers with their cunt.

"you've been with bad men, not only that, but one who by the looks of it - can't lay pipe for shit." their hands soothe up your thighs higher, fingers hooking into the edge of your panties under your skirt. "we'll get you sorted, princess."

you think they'd slide your panties down but they dont. you jolt, though when you feel the bare brush of their knuckle against the slick folds of your cunt as they skim their fingers down the edges of your panties. they hook the fabric to one side.

their eyes flick up to yours, "have you ever been with a woman before?"

your shake your head, biting your lip. something flashes in jordans eyes. "you good with me eating you out like this?"

you feel your face flush but you're quick to nod. "yes." you rush to say, "um. youre very pretty."

jordan smiles then. something in their gaze softens, just a little. "thank you, baby." with their free hand they pat one of your knees, nudging it open - "spread for me? there you go -"

nawing on your lip as you spread your thighs shyly, you cant help but eagerly look at jordans reaction to seeing your cunt. the way their eyes darken immediately. they bite their own lip, silky hair falling around their cheek as they shuffle closer.

"fuck." they say. still holding your panties to the side, still just looking. "shit. i need to-" their eyes dart to your face, "was gonna rizz you up some more but i really fucking need to eat you out -"

your head falls back when they cut themselves off like they can't help it, can't talk anymore, the draw between your legs to intense, and their head is between your thighs and you feel the soft wet heat of their lips around your tight little bud and its so fucking good - already better than anything you've had. jordans so earnest - they fucking love eating pussy, you can tell. the way they move their tongue, like their kissing it - sucking your lips, licking between them, swirling around your clit. dipping in and out of your weeping hole.

your hands fist the sheets - you dont even remember your exes name.

[shootingstarpilot]

In Which Obi-Wan Meets Stitch Properly

Happy Friday! Today's been A Day, so to make myself feel better, I wrote a lil scene referenced in Chapter 11 of how to bring him home:

Stupid.

It wasn’t even during a battle. Not on the ground, where the noise is everywhere all the time and where he tucks himself back and away and pulls on ‘81 for a bit, because ‘81 knows not to flinch at loud noises and or tap his fingers and Stitch can keep being a good medic while ‘81 takes the brunt of the noise and the darkness and everything else.

It’s effective. ‘81 had gotten him out of Kamino. ‘81 keeps him and his brothers alive on the battlefield. But being ‘81 is exhausting. So he stops being ‘81 on the ship once he realizes he doesn’t have to be. Because no one tells him that he’s tapping too much or talking too fast or being too stupid, and he can walk up to Helix or Needle and ask for a hug and get one.

(‘81 doesn’t get hugs.)

So he’s not prepared at all when he wanders into the engineering bay just in time for the sharp snap of a backfiring engine to crack his brain open like an egg.

He backpedals instinctively, all thoughts of routine physicals dropped along with his composure on the engineering bay’s floor, and the whole world goes snapshot-blurry. 

Boots skidding across the floor.

A door that won’t open.

His own breathing, too loud.

A door that won’t open.

His own heartbeat, too fast.

A door that won’t open.

Voices approaching–

And then, finally, a door that does.

He flings himself in– glimpses a bucket, a mop, cleaning supplies– yanks the door shut behind him, and tries to fold down onto the floor. If his head’s between his knees, then that’s a few more layers between him and everything that’s too loud. But the engine’s vibrations tear all the way through him and splinter him all apart into a hundred thousand million tiny pieces–

He tries to back into a corner but the vibrations are in the walls too and hit right behind his shoulder blades–

He skitters into the middle of the room but the noise sneaks in through his feet and crawls all the way up and empties him out until there’s no room for shame or embarrassment or anything of himself at all, so he stands in the middle of the room with his hands over his ears and his eyes squeezed shut and tries to pretend he doesn’t have feet because eventually things go quiet again, they do, it’s just a question of how long it takes and how much of him gets peeled away in the meantime–

A different kind of quiet settles over him.

Not the raw type of quiet that usually arrives after the noise has worn itself out.

This is a solid quiet. As if someone has built a wall between him and the noise and has told it very sternly to stay out. 

The vibrating roar of the engines has dulled into an almost imperceptible hum. Like how it should be. 

He can’t hear his hammering heartbeat anymore, and his breathing is comfortably muffled.

He pries his eyes open carefully, in case someone actually managed to put a blanket over his head.

No one has. 

But there’s a blanket on the floor in front of him. 

He bends down and picks it up.

It’s brown. Brown is a quiet color. And it feels nice on his hands. 

He considers it for a moment, and then drapes it carefully over his head.

Oh. That’s much better.

In the dark and quiet, he has enough room to breathe properly.

And as he works on that, a slow, simmering shame begins to kindle uncomfortably behind his ribs.

That–

That wasn’t good.

The last time he’d let that happen had been on Kamino. An alarm had gone off in the barracks. A false alarm– the announcement came over the comms, calling off evacuation protocols– but the shrieking whine hadn’t shut up, and Stitch hadn’t been very big then so he’d opened his mouth to drown it out himself, and then Fractal had tackled him and dragged him under the bunk and pressed his face into his shirt so he could scream quietly and he’d squeezed him tight enough to force out all the noise that was trying to fill him up and–

He cuts the rest of that thought off, and breathes it out.

Then he breathes out the hiccups, and the ache behind his eyes, and the prickling numbness in his feet.

This time, when he peels the blanket off his head, the lights don’t hurt anymore.

He stares at the wall.

Then he shakes out the blanket, intending to fold it up, until he sees something that stops him short.

The blanket has a hood.

He stares.

Sleeves, too.

Then he remembers–

They don’t have brown blankets on the ship.

He looks down.

The thin line of light under the door is partially blocked.

Someone is sitting outside.

He looks again at the blanket-that-is-not-a-blanket.

At the blanket that is a cloak.

Clone troopers do not wear cloaks.

After a moment, he gives up on trying to fold it, and wraps it around his shoulders instead.

Helix says that General Kenobi can be trusted. Helix says to stay with General Kenobi because he brought troopers home safe. Helix says that General Kenobi stopped the decommissionings and that he wouldn’t ever send anyone back to Kamino, not even if they were– 

Not even if there was something really wrong with them.

(Helix says that General Kenobi is kind.)

Stitch takes a deep breath.

“We are learning,” he tells himself sternly, “how to be more than afraid.”

He opens the door before he can think better of it.

General Kenobi looks up.

Stitch hesitates before settling down cross-legged onto the floor next to him.

“Hello, sir.”

“Hello, Stitch.”

His voice is very gentle. Not loud at all.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, sir.”

Then, belatedly–

“How are you feeling?”

The General smiles, and Stitch relaxes. “Quite all right, Stitch. Thank you for asking.”

“You’re welcome,” he says quietly.

They sit in silence for a long moment until something occurs to him.

“Did you make it quiet?”

“I did.”

“Oh. How?”

“Nothing in your head, if that’s what you’re worried about,” General Kenobi says easily, and Stitch hastily remembers to worry about that and then remembers to be relieved that he doesn’t have to. “I have a friend who gets… overstimulated. Have you heard the term psychometry before?”

Stitch shakes his head.

“It is, in essence, the ability to read impressions by touch. Very useful, when used carefully, but occasionally he will glean something by accident, and sometimes those things are… overwhelming. We– myself and my friends– learned when we were much younger what would help. Creating a bubble of sorts would muffle other stimuli and give him time to reorient himself.”

He gives Stitch a sideways look, and says pointedly, “He’s quite the fierce fighter, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend.”

Stitch ducks his head, feeling a burning flush crawl up the back of his neck.

“The– the bubble,” he says haltingly. “Did you– when you make it– with the Force?”

The General lets it slide. “I did.”

Stitch makes a face, and General Kenobi laughs.

He can’t help it. The Force doesn’t make sense, especially not General Kenobi’s, and it bothers him. Helix too, he knows. 

He doesn’t think it bothers Needle.

(But then again, he doesn’t think anything manages to bother Needle.)

The General shifts up onto his knees and closes his eyes, and the world–

Stitch doesn’t know how to describe it.

It settles back into place. Quietly. With no itching. And the noise makes sense again.

“Thank you,” he says, remembering, and really means it. “And– here–”

He pulls the cloak off his back and offers it up.

General Kenobi gives him a considering look.

“You could keep it, if you like,” he says. “I have more.”

“It’s not mine, sir.”

“What if I gave it to you?”

Stitch opens his mouth, and then pauses, scowling. Technically, it would be his, he knows, but not– not in the right way–

The weight vanishes from his hand. 

“You don’t have to,” General Kenobi informs him gently, slipping his arms into the sleeves. “It was just an offer. But thank you for giving it back.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

“Would you like me to comm someone?”

“No thank you, sir.”

“All right,” the General accedes easily. “I’ll see you later, then?”

“Please don’t be bleeding,” Stitch ventures, and feels immensely pleased with himself when General Kenobi lets out a sudden bark of laughter.

“I’ll try my best.”

Stitch stays sitting against the wall for some time after General Kenobi leaves.

Thinking.

It’s only when voices approach from down the hallway that he levers himself to his feet and makes his way back to the medbay.

One week later, Needle comes in with their deliveries from the recent requisitions order and gleefully informs Stitch that there is something in it for him.

Stitch, bewildered, accepts the package. 

After some unsubtle encouragement from Needle, he opens it carefully.

Headphones.

Good headphones.

And the tag–

The tag says his name.

They’re his. 

(Properly.)

Later, Stitch concludes that General Kenobi sees the whole galaxy the way Helix sees him.

He thinks that’s a lot of people to love quite so much.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Kleptomaniac (Allison Reynolds x reader)

Summary: you and Allison get to know each other better after becoming partners for a school project

Warnings: strangers to friends to (implied) lovers, fluff, Allison's tendencies to compulsively lie and steal whatever she can get her hands on comes up a lot here, there's also a lot of science talk related to the plot (really giving away how much of a nerd I am with this one)

A/N: I rewatched the breakfast club and immediately needed to write something for it because there's practically nothing to be found on tumblr and it makes me really sad :( also for those who don't know a kleptomaniac is someone who has a really bad problem with stealing whatever they can get their hands on 👍

It was the first project of the school year, the teacher making the dreaded announcement of "these partners will be permanent for the rest of the year" when it was first introduced. The class had groaned in unison before everyone scrambled off to find someone to work with, not wanting to be left with the short end of the stick.

You ended up choosing Allison as your partner, of all people. Well, maybe choosing was a bit of a strong word. Everyone else had already partnered up by the time you realized what was going on, which meant you were stuck with her.

It wasn't as bad as some people made it out to be. She was pretty cool and seemed nice enough, even if she had a bad habit of stealing.

You were currently both sitting on your bed at your house so you could work on the project together. You'd taken your eyes off of her for two seconds so you could grab a pencil, which she took advantage of by snatching your stapler and shoving it in the pocket of her skirt.

"Hey, put that back!"

She let out a mischievous giggle as she de-pocketed the stapler, dropping it back down onto the bed in front of you. "Sorry," she apologized in a quiet and raspy voice, the impish grin on her face telling you that she didn't feel sorry at all.

Picking up the stapler, you set it somewhere off to the side where she couldn't easily grab it again. "The project has to be on some kind of scientific discovery, like space or the ocean or something-"

She cut you off before you could continue. "My grandparents lived in a boat for over a year. And one of my uncles was an astronaut."

You raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief. "Really?" The incredulous tone of your voice gave away just how obvious it was that you didn't believe her.

"Yeah, and one of my cousins is a deep sea explorer," she continued, ignoring the look you were giving her. The both of you knew she was lying, but neither one of you was willing to say it.

"Hm." You let out a sort of humming noise in response before turning your attention back to your notes for science. "Everyone's going to choose something big to do their project on, like space or the ocean, so I think we should think outside the box and pick something... smaller. Both literally and figuratively."

Allison quietly observed as you flipped through your science books, skimming over the different topics readily available. "Why don't we do something on the discovery of the atom?"

"I used to have a neighbor named Adam." She picked up one of your erasers as she spoke, feeling the rubbery material in her hand.

"No, not Adam, like the person. Atom, like what the universe is made of." You reached out and took the eraser back from her so she wouldn't steal it: she left out an indignant squeak but didn't fight over it. "Everything is made up of millions of tiny atoms that are impossible to see without some sort of high-powered miscroscope."

"Nerd," she muttered softly under her breath after you were done with your explanation. The corners of her lips curled upwards into a Chesire cat-like smile when you narrowed your eyes at her in annoyance.

"Anyway, I don't think a lot of people are going to choose to do the project on something like that, so we should, that way we won't have to worry about the teacher comparing projects and grading ours as a result of that." You reached for your pencil again, only to find that it wasn't there.

Sighing, you held out your hand as you waited for Allison to give it back. The lead harshly poked you in the finger as she did. "Ow!" You exclaimed in surprise as you rubbed the area where you'd been stabbed by the pencil. "You did that on purpose!"

"Did not." She crossed her arms and tried to appear serious, immediately failing as she laughed at the frown you were giving her.

"God, you're such a kleptomaniac," you muttered under your breath as you picked up the pencil and started writing down information about atoms on a fresh piece of notebook paper.

"You know, you're really cool," she commented while watching you with her big brown eyes. "We should hang out more."

It was hard to keep a soft smile from forming on your face. "Do you promise to stop stealing my stuff?"

Your question was answered instantly when you looked back up to see her trying to shove one of your science textbooks into her bag. "Nope."

"Allison!"

She erupted into a fit of laughter as you took it back from her, visibly pleased with being able to get on your nerves so easily.

"I'm glad you're my friend." Her voice was so low when she spoke you almost didn't catch what she'd said.

As upset as you wanted to be for her stealing your things, you knew she was just doing it to mess with you, and that she probably didn't have anyone else to joke around with like that. It made you feel special.

"Yeah, me too."

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One in Eleven Million (ch. 4)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(a/n): so...it's been a month. But in my defense, I wrote a play.

Previous chapters linked here, here, and here.

wc: ~1800

warnings: airports, consumption of food, anxiety

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Your alarm went off at 1am and you reached blindly across the end table to silence it. The dark hotel room came back into focus and you sighed. The sky outside was dark, just like it was when you finally went to sleep two hours ago. 

A large part of you desperately wanted a shower. Between the exhaustion, time constraints, and lack of everything from personal toiletries to clean clothes, though, you resigned yourself to brushing your teeth and an attempt at finger-brushing your hair. You shoved your phone in your pocket and fumbled your way into the bathroom. 

“Already dressed,” you deadpanned in the mirror, still squinting in the bright bathroom lights, “great.” 

There wasn’t much of your usual morning routine that you could scrape together in the twenty minutes you had. You felt a little stale in clothes that had already seen two airports, two airplanes, various vehicles, and your hotel bed, but you were also running on limited sleep and even more limited options so what was there to do?

The wooden toothbrush and tiny tube of toothpaste — and you meant tiny; the thing looked like it would be more at home in an American Girl doll house than your bathroom sink — you had was hotel provided, and you washed your face with hotel face soap. It was a weird texture, but you decided it was better to feel a little bit cleaner and just deal with it for the minute you had to than feel greasy the entire rest of the day.  

By 1:23am, you were walking out of the elevator and into the hotel lobby. You recognized a family already sitting there from the shuttle last night. Did it count as last night if you’d only gotten to the hotel for two hours of sleep? 

Closer to the door, though, were the people you were looking for. A part of you wondered if the friendship — you hesitated to call it friendship but what else could it be really? — you’d built yesterday was just a fluke. There was a chance the boys didn’t show up for the shuttle you’d all planned to take. Even worse, you worried that they would be there and just ignore you. It had already been a long trip, and a larger part of you than you wanted to acknowledge was craving the security of not being on your own. 

Damian’s eyes were fixed on his phone, eyebrows furrowed. Jon looked half-asleep, leaning into Damian. You lingered awkwardly in the doorway to the lobby until Damian looked up and waved before quickly returning to his phone. Something in your chest settled. You took the seat across from them, failing to hold back a smile. 

“You awake there, Jon?” 

One of Jon’s eyelids cracked open at you before sliding shut once again. 

“No.” 

Damian’s huff of amusement took you a second to register under your own. He tucked his phone into his jeans pocket. 

“Jon’s not awake until the sun is.” An elbow tried to nudge Damian. Jon’s aim was suffering from not having his eyes open though, and he succeeded more in almost falling off of his chair than anything. 

You and Damian exchanged an amused glance. For the first time, you noticed his eyes—long eyelashes and dark brows accentuating green-blue orbs. Your breath caught. Nope, you’re not allowed to like both of them, your brain argued. You ignored it. 

The shuttle ride was as uneventful as it had been the night before. 

“Which line do we go in?” Jon asked, squinting at his boarding pass as the three of you crossed the threshold into the airport. You spared a mournful glance at the bag check counters before following the boys to escalators. It was weird to not have a suitcase with you. 

“TSA-pre.” Damian pointed at a sign denoting the airline’s quicker security status. “Father doesn’t often fly commercial but we have it on his account.” 

You double checked your boarding pass. You hadn’t anticipated the same symbol would be there, but it made your heart sink nonetheless.

“I’ll meet you at the end of security,” You stopped by the entrance to the general line. “Or at the gate?” 

“You don’t have it? The faster one?” Jon wondered.

“No,” you shrugged. “It’s an extra charge. I don't travel enough to make the price worth it.” 

“There’s no crowd in either line.” Damian nodded his head at the vacant security checkpoint. “It is before three in the morning.” 

“Yeah, we’ll go with you.” 

“You sure?” Your hands tightened around your backpack straps.

“It’ll be easier to find you if we all just go together, right?” Jon walked through first, clumsily pulling an ID from his pocket before presenting it to the airline employee. You did the same. Damian followed, and you shoved your ID back where it belonged as he passed through. 

“We have to take our shoes off in this line,” you reminded Damian. Jon had immediately followed your lead, but Damian had yet to take anything out of his bag. “And large things like laptops.” 

Jon’s sneakers joined your shoes on the belt. 

“Nice socks.” 

He looked down, confused, then back up at you. You could see a blush rising on his cheeks. One of his socks had superman logos, the other flash ones. 

“Mine don’t match either,” you offered, lifting your feet one at a time to showcase your own socks. 

“Oh hey, that’s cool,” Jon’s bright smile made the discomfort of socked feet on airport floors worth it. The tile was cold through the thin fabric. 

“Share a bin?” You asked Damian, pulling your laptop out of your bag. You tucked it inside, phone already tucked away with Jon’s in a smaller container. 

“Sure.” Damian’s computer was slick, a dark gray Wayne Tech and wrapped in a black case. Yours looked a little clunkier next to his, but it fit him, or what you knew of him. 

Damian’s socks did match, you realized as he passed through the metal detector after you.  

“Here Dami,” Jon passed over a pair of boots. Damian murmured a thank you, pulling them on untied before grabbing the rest of his belongings.  

“Those are nice,” You said, shoving your laptop back into your bag. Damian finished tying his shoes. 

“It’s a good brand.” 

“Yeah,” you swung your backpack over your shoulder. The weight was comforting where it rested against your back. “They're expensive but worth it.” 

“I’m kind of a sneakers guy.” Jon raised one hand, swinging his backpack on with the other. 

You chuckled, following as Damian started heading towards your terminal. It was still pitch black outside and the airport was almost eerie for its emptiness. The clacking of the wheels on Damian and Jon’s bags echoed in the open space. A go-cart shot by, sirens blaring. You sighed out a breath, heart racing. Right, airports are never quiet. 

When the three of you reached the gate, there was half an hour left to kill. You took a moment to curse the fluctuations in airport security wait times before moving on. Damian headed straight for a set of seats right against the wall. You and Jon followed, dropping your bag on the floor in front of you and draping your jacket over the chair. 

“I think there was a pretzel place open at the beginning of the terminal. Pretzels for breakfast anyone?” 

“Soft pretzels?” inquired Jon, all of the sudden much more awake than he was at the hotel. You figured it was at the prospect of food more than anything else. 

“Yeah those ones. I’m going. Anyone else?” 

Damian shrugged then stood, pulling up the handle of his carry-on to roll it, his jacket, and his bag as one. Jon followed Damian’s lead. His jacket stayed on. 

You picked your stuff up from where you’d just laid it out, jacket zipper dragging against the chair. 

“A group errand then,” you declared. Beside you, Jon snorted out a laugh. 

Between the early hour, you and Jon arguing over which pretzels were better, and Damain’s skepticism at their deliciousness overall, you were pretty sure that the pretzel stand employee was tired of the three of you already. Damian insisted on paying despite not wanting anything (“it’s like six dollars, I’ve got it,” you protested. “If you don’t let him, he’s just going to do it anyway,” Jon explained, “and you did save us from a 600 dollar hotel reservation last night.”), but he didn’t protest when Jon ordered an extra cup of the cinnamon nuggets in addition to the one for you. Jon’s own choice, regular nuggets with a very yellow cheese dip, was left all on its lonesome.

“There’s no way that’s real cheese,” you argued as he opened the dipping container. “You’re basically just eating chemicals.” 

Another pretzel covered nearly entirely in cheese disappeared into Jon’s mouth. He shrugged. You watched him for a moment before locking eyes with Damian. Matching grins spanned your faces.  

“With his taste in foods, he’s lucky he has such a strong digestive system,” Damian volunteered. 

You snorted, sinking down on top of the jacket you’d once again splayed across the chair as you shoved another pretzel nugget in your mouth. When you turned, the cold metal of the armrests bit into your side even through your shirt. 

Jon’s cheese dip lasted about halfway through the cup of pretzels. He looked mournfully into the container. 

“Aww man.” 

You tilted your bag towards him, rattling the nuggets inside. 

“Do you want one?” Jon stood up, shaking his head.

“I might actually just go get another-” Damian grabbed his arm and pulled him down. The seat let out a puff of air. You had to hold back a laugh at the startled expression painting Jon’s face, popping another nugget into your mouth. The cinnamon sugar was rough between your lips.

“You,” Damian said, “are not eating anything else horrible for humans.” 

His phrasing was a little weird, but you understood the sentiment. One container of processed cheese was more than enough for most people on a good day, and it was barely 3am.

“Oh, right.” Jon frowned. 

“They’re good with just salt,” you offered. “If they didn’t have the cinnamon ones, I would have gotten those. But I think there is such a thing as too much processed cheese for breakfast.”

Damian bit into another pretzel nugget. 

“The cinnamon ones are by far superior to the plain ones.” 

“Oh I agree one hundred percent, but if you don’t like them,” you nudged Jon, “the plain ones are okay too.”

Jon shrugged and popped a plain nugget in his mouth, swallowing morosely. 

“They’re dry.” 

You and Damian exchanged a look. 

“What?” Jon justified through your laughter. “They are!”

[risingsoleil]

Ovulating Lin being a menace to society (Tenzin)

Since I need a tiny break from writing the next Fall Before We Rise chapter 🫶🏻

Coffee shop AU Linzin

Her texts wouldn't stop.

I need you to fuck me rn

i need your dick inside me

The problem was that he was still on his shift at the coffee shop.

Next text wasn't words, but a photo.

Tenzin hid in the corner to open his phone and blood instantly rushed to his groin. Damn it, Lin. It was a selfie of her wearing his shirt on, lifting it to reveal her perfect boobs. She grabbed her breast in the selfie.

His phone vibrated again and he saw the next photo.

It was almost the same one, except his shirt was gone and her hand was now inside her panties.

i dont want you to use a rubber

i need to ride you so badly

Tenzin gulped and typed back.

Babe im at work pls

Another photo of her on his bed. Naked.

Tenzin slid his phone in his pocket and tapped Sokka.

"Hey, um, I need to go home right now. Something came up."

Sokka cleaned the cup in his hand. "Everything okay?"

"Uh, I have to check something at my apartment. I don't know if I'll be back, but I'll text you."

"Okay. I hope everything's ok."

Tenzin bolted. "Thanks!"

He called an Uber to get him to his place as quickly as possible. His girlfriend was goign to be the death of him. Never once has he skipped out of anything for fun! Not a class or a work shift, unless it was a real emergency.

Well, technically Lin said she needed him. But still! He never lived his life following his dick.

Lin practically pounced on him as soon as he walked through the door. Her naked body pulled and lured him to his couch, lips crashing against him and keeping him submissive. Lin pushed him back and mounted him, pressing kisses down his neck.

"You took so long..." she murmured, sucking at his pulse.

"I was at work," he groaned into her.

Lin wasted no time tugging his shirt off and sliding back enough to undo his belt. She forced his pants down, one palm pressing against his erection and the other hand ensuring that pants pooled at his ankles. Next was his underwear and his cock sprang out.

Lin gripped it tightly, stroking and lowering her mouth onto him. Tenzin hissed, thrusting into her as she coated his entire length with her spit. Her head bobbed up and down, the head of him gently pushing into her throat. As she worked him, LIn could feel him growing harder and larger in her mouth and she continued until she was satisfied.

She aligned herself above him, but Tenzin squeezed her hips.

"Wait...we need a condom..."

Her nails dug into his shoulder and she curled into him, kissing him. "I don't want one," she whispered. His dick brushed against her ass while she traced her tongue on the back of Tenzin's teeth. "It feels good without it..."

"B-but then I have to pull out..."

Lin moaned. "What if I want you to breed me?"

Tenzin's mind blanked.

"Y-you want me to-to-"

"Mhm." Lin raised herself slightly, so that his dick now nestled between their bodies and brushed against her folds. "I want you to make me feel good..." her teeth grazed his lips. "Please, pretty please, Tenzin..."

Who was he to argue against her?

It sounded like such a great idea, and he would do anything Lin asked.

So he allowed her to sink on to him and both of their eyes rolled to the back of their heads at the much needed union.

Holy fuck.

This is million times better than fucking with a condom.

No wonder people procreated so many times in ancient days. Skin to skin union could not be replaced in a bubble of pleasure.

Tenzin squeezed her ass and Lin began the rhythm, grinding and bouncing up and down. Her breasts pressed into him and Tenzin savored the softness of them. He met her movement, pounding into her as she descended. Each thrust pushed him deeper in her soaking depths and just a bit closer to heaven.

Eventually, he took control and held her in place, pounding into her hard. Lin's nails dug into his shoulders and her moans switched into guttural groans. She arched her spine as the speed and intensity stroked her G-spot.

"Don't stop! Just like that!" she cried out, her inner walls clenching.

His thighs began to burn, but Tenzin bit down and just endured it until he felt the familiar quivering around his cock. Warmth and more of wetness dripped out of Lin, creating more slickness.

Tenzin grunted, almost holding his breath. "Lin, I'm going to breed you."

Her tongue licked up his neck and she nibbled his earlobe. "Breed me."

That was the last thing he heard as his thrusts sped up and he pushed Lin down on him as he groaned. Stars danced in his vision as his body stiffened and his orgasm pooled inside of Lin. The first thing he felt after having the hottest orgasm of the month was her soft lips on his hot skin.

Lin trailed blessings on his cheeks and inched closer and closer to his lips. Tenzin sank into the couch, pulling her weight with him as their need melted.

"So hot..." she whispered, wiggling into him.

"So naughty," he replied, voice barely audible. Tenzin stroked her back.

"I can't help it."

he chuckled, closing his eyes. 'Yes, you can. And you say I'm needy."

"Don't work tomorrow and just stay with me after class."

"I need that money, Lin."

"Hmph. Then tonight."

"Again?!"

Lin kissed him. "In 15 minutes."

"What?"

"Without a rubber again."

"Liiiiiiiiiiin."

"I need to be fucked properly for the rest of the week."

"You're going to be the death of me for real."

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Come on, it's just a few questions...." Lisa asked her girlfriend of six months, Hannah. Both were trans and hit it off immediately at a party, although Lisa seemed a bit too into social media for Hannah's liking sometimes.....

"But in front of all your followers? This is super embarrassing."

"It's not ALL of them, dummy.... just ten thousand or so."

"That's not much better!"

"Please? Come on. I promise it'll be fun!"

"OK....." Hannah pouted, looking at Lisa. "Is this some online quiz thing?"

"It's gone a bit viral..... So, first question. You answer, then I will! If you were offered a million dollars to detransition, would you?"

"What!? Um.....!!! No--well, could I retransition?"

"You have to totally detrans, though. Get your boobs removed, go through male puberty all the way, facial hair, deep voice, everything! Soooo, would you?"

"Ummmmm..... n-no! I wouldn't!"

"Really? I would.... no hesitation."

"Oh? Well you can have fun being a boy then." Hannah laughed.

"Mmmm, question two. If your family sat you down and said they want you to detransition asap, that they decided you should live as a boy, would you?"

"Ummmm, I mean.... my parents convinced me to start transitioning in the first place! My mom was pushing me to like the idea of being a girl since forever. If my mom really wanted me to be a boy.... I just don't see that happening!"

"Oooo, avoiding the question? I would. Of course. If my daddy told me, 'Pumpkin, you have to shoot that girly body of yours with T and become a man. Stop being a pervy girl already and just embrace manhood.... I'd SO do it.' I bet you would, if your mom and dad asked real nicely."

"Well.... maybe. It could be kind of fun I guess. I've always wanted my cock to be really big."

"Me, too! It sucks having such a tiny cock...."

"And, I mean..... my boobs gave me such bad dysphoria, by nineteen I had to get a reduction! Mine are so small now but I actually kind of want to go smaller....."

"Me, too! I never knew you got a reduction.... I thought I saw scars! Mmmmm, how big were they from all that estrogen mommy made you take?"

"I was a KK-Cup."

"Holy shit. I bet they were bigger than your head! Mine were a HH-Cup and it was unmanageable. I hated having such big boobs, always bouncing around and falling out of everything and--"

"They'd constantly be sweaty, like all the time. Bleh!"

Lisa laughed. "For real. I think you should go smaller, too. Maybe totally flat? I wanna get mine trimmed down from this still waaaay too big B-Cup to the smallest A possible. Was mommy upset when you got rid of those massive juggs of yours?"

"Not really..... I told her how dysphoric they made me feel. She understood and talked me into a C-Cup. I..... wanted to go flat right away."

"Mmmm, how many girls wanna go that small? And you want a big cock?"

Hannah blushed. "It's just a fantasy of mine...."

"Next question.... you get a new doctor and he doesn't renew your hrt. He puts you on testosterone and steroids to help bulk you up. Do you thank him, or tell him to get lost, and look for a new doctor?"

Hannah bowed her head. "I dunno..... if he really thought I shouldn't be transitioning..... I might just thank him and try out male puberty...."

"Oooo, good answer. Me, too! I'd fan myself and praise him for being so honest with poor, confused little me."

"My cock is so hard right now....." Hannah whispered.

"So's mine. All two inches of it....."

"Hey, lucky! I'm only one inch...."

"I bet you wish it was fourteen or fifteen inches, thick as your wrist!"

"Duh! I'd love to have one that big.... that's normal for a trans girl to say, right?"

Lisa giggled. "Suuuure.... OK. Last question. If your boyfriend told you to throw out your estrogen and start T injections, that you have to obey him and be a good boy, would you?"

Hannah moved in closer to Lisa, feeling up her thighs to her waist. "Well, of course I'd have to obey him. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't?" Both soon-to-be-boys started making out, ready to fuck before Lisa ended the stream, waiting to surprise Hannah later with their new prescriptions.....

[sirfrogsworth]

I'm happy that vitamins and supplements are getting more attention for being mostly a scam. If you are deficient in something, a vitamin might be beneficial. But just loading up with vitamins isn't going to do much besides give you another thing to pee out.

The next thing I would like to get attention are air purifiers.

This came up a bit during COVID (it's weird we act like it isn't still around, but whatever) but then we sort of forgot about them as a society. There are absolutely great air filtration devices that can improve indoor air quality. But they are probably not going to fit neatly into the corner of your room. Nor are they going to have a "silent" mode.

It's almost as quiet as falling leaves!

And about as effective as holding your shirt over your face.

And to the people flooding their living areas with ozone... just no.

Don't do that.

Like, the smell alone just feels wrong. Ozone is good if something dies in your car and you need to nuke that odor from orbit. But you do not want to live in a space being actively ozone'd.

I'm afraid most proper air filters are large and loud and expensive. They can be integrated with your HVAC system or there are some reasonably sized room versions. But moving a lot of air quickly is usually going to be loud. I know everything has a HEPA filter now and that is used as marketing. But a tiny filter with a tiny fan isn't going to do much.

The bigger the filter the better. And you usually want at least a two filter system. A filter for big particulates and another for microscopic ones.

I know companies like Dyson make bold claims about 0.3 microns and whatnot, but I would not trust this tiny thing to filter a normal sized room.

Perhaps it can lessen odors. And I'm sure it does trap very small particles. But there is just no way it can move enough air and replace it fast enough. It maxes out at 100 cubic feet of air moved per minute (CFM) for most irritants. And you have to do a separate search to even find that number. It is not in the product description which is usually a red flag for air filtration.

If you just want the air to smell fresher and remove animal odors, I'm sure the Dyson is okay for what it is.

If your goal is to not get sick or to reduce harmful indoor pollution, you're gonna need a bigger boat.

For a single room, it's probably going to have to be something like this. And you'll probably need it on a loud setting most of the time.

These can do 300-400 cfm. And they have much bigger filters so that flow rate is more efficient.

There is no such thing as an air purifier. I do not like that term. It is air filtration. I'm not entirely sure what pure air would be. Air is always going to have stuff in it. I guess pure air would be no harmful stuff? But even that is impossible. You're always going to have some part per million of something bad.

But that is just semantics.

In any case, if you need to keep your air from making you sick, it's best to invest in something with multiple filters that moves a lot of air quickly and not something from an overpriced vacuum salesman.

[asher-agere]

I am still not feeling that good but the manga the wheel decided for me was amazing!! It was so cute and it surprisingly has nothing that makes me uncomfortable (I can’t say that about most manga… the woes of being apothisexual and fanservice being in way too many manga’s. I just kinda have to deal with it most of the time) so now I can’t stop thinking about it!! It’s called “Whispering You A Love Song” if you care.

Request time now!! Can you do caregiver Chūya with little Shirase, but in the current era instead of sheep era? :D

Not feeling good isn’t any fun (,,>﹏<,,) But I’m so glad you enjoyed the manga! And I always care to hear about these things! I looked it up and it actually looks really cute!

Caregiver Chūya + Little Shirase (Current Era)

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⛦ Current Era Chūya is such a different person than he was with the Sheep! He’s so much more confident in himself and he has more opportunities and things! Shirase we haven’t seen anything since Stormbringer, so we don’t know how his characters had developed, but from what we saw before he struggled to grow up (Literally in this sense hehe). He holds onto grudges a lot and insists on getting his way. Sounds like a baby to me! Just a tiny little guy

✮⋆˙ Chūya is a mafioso now. He has so much money, you better believe he’s gonna use it to spoil his little one! Especially since he knows Shirase has never had much. Especially since all their memories together are of having nothing. Chūya wants new memories for them both. Memories where Shirase can have everything that little heart of his desires. Shirase is more than happy to be taken care of! He loves receiving things from his caregiver! He treasures each and every item that he’s given

⛦ I think Shirase gets lonely a lot. He misses regressing with all the Sheep. So Chūya tries making things more lively! He’ll always keep cartoons on in the background, the noise makes it feel a lot less lonely! He’ll also surround Shirase in plushies! That way Shirase still has friends around! It’s not the same, not even close, but it makes everything feel a bit less lonely. And even just a little bit helps

✮⋆˙ One of Shirase’s favorite things to do is babble about how his life is and everything he’s done! He’s very proud that he’s making a life for himself, even without Chūya’s help! But he still likes his caregivers help of course hehe. Shirase can be pretty hypocritical though. He doesn’t really like hearing about Chūya’s life. Chūya’s tried explaining a million times what happened, and Shirase gets it, but there’s still a part of him that blames Chūya. He doesn’t want to hear about the life Chūya made for himself by betraying the Sheep

⛦ Shirase is still an active toddler! Chūya has a big rich person house, and y’know what that means? So much room to run around!! Shirase loves making Chūya chase him too! Very much the kind of kid that will get up and run away mid-way through Chūya changing him into comfy clothes, forcing Chūya to chase him down to put a shirt on him. Chūya can get frustrated but Shirase just giggles so much!

✮⋆˙ Shirase loves bubble baths!!!! In the Sheep taking a bath was a luxury in general, soap wasn’t easy to come by. So the fact that he can just sit in a warm bath? And there’s bubbles? And Chūya will just gently rub soap into his hair for him? It’s so nice! Shirase gets so relaxed in the bath that afterwards he’s really sleepy! He just wants Chūya to dry him off, change him into comfy clothes, then take him to bed! He will not tolerate being set down, not even just for a second! Chūya must be holding him at all times. Sleepy baby = Clingy baby

⛦ Shirase also loves warm milk! Back in the Sheep they usually had juice, when they had milk it was plain and always cold. But when Chūya makes him milk it has a bunch of extra stuff in it like vanilla and sugar, and it’s always warm and cozy! Shirase will decorate his bottle with a bunch of cute stickers! It feels so personalized getting his tasty milk in his special bottle, such a happy baby!

✮⋆˙ Shirase definitely has his own room! Chūya’s house is probably huge, he definitely had spare rooms! Whether Shirase stays there all the time, just spends the night occasionally, or if he just plays in there during the day! Chūya just wants the little one to have a safe space to express himself, to fully relax, safe from the world, just him and Chūya. Shirase is a very happy baby!

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Yay! One of my favorite underrated duo’s! Their miscommunication is so painful and delicious and sdvavdagdshfsb they’re just my little babies I love them. Anywayyyy Sun I hope you continue enjoying your manga and everyone have a super awesome day! You’re all sooooo loved! Never forget!

[kenniko]

.࿐࿔. ★⋆. SHARKYAJ || you've got stars(they're in your eyes) . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

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SUMMARY:

Sharky reached peak happiness. Beta Squad reached 5 Million, and he couldn't be any more happier than being with his 4 friends.

What more could he possibly want? He has everything.

Well, maybe not everything.

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NOTES: I posted this on wattpad as a chapter in my Beta Squad Oneshot story already. But I know a lot of my supporters are also from Tumblr, so this is for all of my supporters, fans, and friends. A celebration fic for my Closing Doors reaching 5K reads. This is for u guys <33

Wanted to write a kenniko fic but I feel like I wrote too much alr in my one shot fic, so I wrote Sharky x AJ.

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Sharky had always been the type of person who thought twice about every single bloody thing. People see him as quite laid-back and relaxed all the time, only talks when necessary and his jokes are moderately funny. He is his own person, his humour can only be understood by few, his words and everything about him are like literary poems. Accurate and calculative, but spontaneous. Sharky's complicated to understand. Just like any other human in this world.

Sharky had always been that 'weird kid' as a child. The only reason why he was able to actually have friends despite being one is due to his talent in football which the other kids in school would always compliment him on and whenever they want to win -which is all the time- they'd want Sharky to be in their team.

Sharky's weird, but no one bothered to care. He's good with words, he spends his day observing people's demeanors and behaviours so he could change his attitude to fit theirs. People tend to like Sharky because Sharky intended it to be, he can change himself so people would get comfortable with him. People are easy to understand for Sharky. They're very easy to read.

That's what he felt when he first met Chunkz in real life. Chunkz is a natural entertainer, he tends to let himself out on camera. In a world full of masquerade, Chunkz showed his real face and he didn't feel a tiny bit odd about it. He likes peace and quiet. Sharky could tell just by the way he speaks, quick and rushed, like he wants the conversation to end quickly. That was the reason why Sharky actually stayed friends with Chunkz long enough for him to meet AJ, then further on meeting Niko and Kenny.

When Sharky finished his GCSEs and graduated school, he wanted to pursue football. He failed. So, he pursued his other interests, which was pretty much just the influence of friends because he had no idea how to do all this YouTube thing back then. What he was very focused on when he finished school, was that he wanted to meet people where he wouldn't need to put on a mask for. He wanted to find people where he could be himself. He didn't hate his schoolmates, it's just that he had too much history with them and they knew too much about his past.

He wanted to meet new people. He wanted those people to meet him as a better, more mature person. He met Chunkz. After meeting Chunkz, he started to gain more interest with all of this YouTube and video making shenanigans so he went to Omegle and met AJ. Which will soon, coincidentally turns out that AJ and Chunkz are friends.

What a small world.

Anyways, AJ was different from Chunkz. Similar, but different. They both were pretty private people, but it seemed like Chunkz didn't know that he is a private person and AJ knew it very well. Chunkz talked a lot and joked a lot but Sharky would notice him sighing in between conversations, wanting it to end. With AJ, he would talk and joke endlessly, especially when they met on Omegle. Sharky would just listen, loving the way AJ speaks. AJ is a very intelligent man.

Research has said that funny people tend to be more intelligent than a normal person, Sharky didn't believe that at first but when he met AJ. He couldn't agree more.

Niko and Kenny came as a pair, since they knew Kenny through Niko. They'd been friends since childhood, and everyone could see that the both of them are more comfortable with each other than anyone else in the group. It didn't bother them, of course.

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Beta Squad reached 5 Million subscribers on YouTube.

It's a milestone for them, and they're all incredibly elated that they managed to get this far. Every single one of them knows that this is just the start of a new beginning, and they'll only continue to grow both as content creators and as people.

They celebrated it by all of them streaming on Twitch. Yes, Chunkz too, and Niko was in AJ's stream. They did giveaways, and it was just a good day for everyone. Their social media and DMs were all flooded with congratulations and all were tagged for edits and everything.

Sharky felt so invincible at that moment. He felt like the whole universe was in his hands, 5 Million is wild. He knew he'd never be able to do this without his friends, and all of a sudden he started thinking about life.

He's closer to 30 than he is to 20, he's not getting any younger. After 5 Million, after 10 and after a 100, what then? How long will all of this go on? How long will they stay friends? How long will their humour stay relevant in this generation? Will they be eternal, like how Sharky felt at the time?

Sharky, with all of his gloom and doom, was staring at the stars above as the boys sat in the backyard. Staring at the stars, listening to the crackles of fire and Chunkz's never ending complaints of mosquitoes.

The boys decided to go camping, not far or in the forest. Just in the Beta Squad's house backyard. While they all did their separate celebrations in their own way in the morning, they decided to have the whole night to themselves. No phones or gadgets, just the mind and their love for each other.

The moon was brighter than Sharky had ever seen, the night was clear with no clouds in sight. Kenny and Niko was talking, with AJ interrupting from time to time, while Chunkz stayed beside Sharky, slapping his wrists when he felt like there are bugs crawling around.

Looking at the boys, Sharky could never ask for anything more.

This is it.

The feeling of completion. Feeling alive, knowing you'll get old with 4 friends who'd die for you, and knew you'd do the same. He thought, what else could he ever want? What more?

The moon was shining so brightly, and while Kenny and Niko started to get more intimate with their conversation, loud voices turned to whispers, AJ backed out and sat in front of the fire. He was looking at it so intensely that fire sparkled in his eyes too. His smile couldn't be controlled. Everyone's just having a good time. Chunkz was already preparing to sleep, it had gotten quite late. Kenny and Niko were already in their sleeping bags, still awake but already prepared to sleep.

He looked at AJ. The most unpredictable man out of all of them. Sharky always thought he knew everything there is to know about the psychology of people, their behaviours and their flaws, but AJ is something completely different.

Always had been. He didn't think too much about it though, but a voice in his head kept repeating, “What more could you want? What more could you ever want in this world?”

AJ's different.

Because everyone has flaws, but in Sharky's eyes. AJ had none. He's- unpredictable, spontaneous and everything perfect. AJ was still staring at the fire, humming a song Sharky never heard of, brown eyes turned to yellow due to the light of the fire. Perhaps, that was how Sharky saw AJ as.

Everyone has flaws, surely. No human is perfect. But everything about AJ, even his flaws, turns into perfection in Sharky's eyes. If a building was on fire, Sharky wouldn't hear the screams or the chaos, he wouldn't think about the smoke and the pollution it causes. He'd see the smoke as a form of beauty. Smoke, a natural form of nature yet so unnatural that it's better off never existing at all.

What more does Sharky want?

Sharky wonders.

He has everything. Everything he could ever possibly want. He didn't realise he had been staring at AJ for so long that AJ looked up from the fire to look at Sharky.

Sharky couldn't breathe, the lingering smell of smoke still stayed though. Their eyes met, and AJ's eyes held the light of everything beautiful, the fire and the ashes. So dangerous, but so darn beautiful.

So, what more does Sharky want?

Sharky, in that moment, looking at a smiling AJ with stars in his eyes, knew the answer then.

Sharky has everything the world has to offer, but-

But not AJ.

And when Sharky realised it, he felt empty. Because AJ, Sharky realised, is worth the whole world. Sharky could lose everything- but if he had AJ, then Sharky thought, Sharky knew, that he'd have no complaints.

Sharky wants everything that the world has to offer.

Sharky, who then realised about his feelings in the middle of a life crisis, looked at AJ and thought. Yeah.

He wants- he needs AJ.

Because Sharky wants to make his life worthwhile, and he doesn't want to waste his time going through all of that courting and flirting nonsense.

He looked at AJ, and AJ looked at him back. AJ had always- always, loved Sharky. But AJ knows his worth, and he knows Sharky's. Sharky with that beautiful face and a heart of a thousand gold could have anyone in the world, why would he settle down for a man like him?

AJ tried to let the feelings die down, and it didn't. But he chose to live with it. He's fine. Even if he didn't have Sharky, at least he has a damn good sense of humour and is part of a YouTube channel that has 5 Million subscribers.

AJ realised that a man like him shouldn't want more. He should be thankful for what is given, thankful that God even gave him a chance.

AJ looked at Sharky through fire. The light illuminates Sharky's whole being and holy crap, himself be damned, Sharky is one hell of an angel. With a face like that? Yeah. AJ hasn't got a chance.

Sharky slowly sat beside AJ. No words exchanged. They just sat there in silence for a few minutes.

“Do you ever feel like- there's so much more that the world has to offer that you feel so inferior about it?” Sharky muttered at AJ, a whisper. AJ was looking at Sharky who was staring at the fire, poking it with a stick. AJ didn't say anything, he knows that when Sharky speaks like that, that means he just wants someone to talk to and to listen to him.

AJ positioned his head to look at the fire, his eyes still stayed at Sharky though.

“We could've been anything. A teacher, a cop, a criminal, a footballer or heck- an astronaut. Yet- we became content creators. YouTubers. We didn't know how we became this way, 5 million subscribers. That's wild, AJ. There's so much of the world to explore. I want to see everything. Do you feel the same way?”

AJ was baffled. What is going on in this man's head? Going all poetic.

AJ knew the right time to joke and the right time to not. So, AJ answered truthfully. “There's not much of the world to see, I think. All of this is going to pass and what's happening in the present, I'm satisfied.”

What's the point of having the whole world if he couldn't have his whole world? What's the point of everything- if he doesn't have Sharky?

“I want more. Of the world. I want to live my life to the fullest. Do you want to come with me? ” AJ looked up at Sharky. AJ's not dumb. Sharky's message got through and AJ's just- shocked. “See the world with me?” Sharky continued. “Feel all there is that the world has to offer?” and be my world too.

AJ's fingers, despite being so close to the fire, were cold and Sharky's hands found their way above AJ's. Their fingers are laced between each other, brown eyes with sparks of fire that can't seem to break contact.

At that moment, Sharky knew he wanted AJ more than anything in the world.

And AJ never wanted the world, he just wants Sharky.

AJ didn't reply with a “yes, I'll go with you” but instead, he whispered, as his eyes looked away from Sharky's and to the sky. “The moon- it's very beautiful today. ”

Sharky could only smile, an answer was given. And it's even better than he could've imagined. Sharky gripped AJ's hands a little bit harder, and his eyes never leaving AJ's face, Sharky whispered- not to AJ, but not for him either. He whispered, for the world to hear.

“Yeah, it's beautiful. I only started to notice.”

Sharky wasn't talking about the moon though.

~END~

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

Oh hi welcome back ehe

Mayybe would u like to write some fluff for graves?

"Take Me Home"

Hello dear reader, here we go with your request, i hope you'll like it. I quite enjoyed this, my brain worked so good while writing.

Philip Graves x F!Reader

Warnings: tiny bit sad, motorcycle, fluffy af

Summary: Graves shows you how much he cares

He is the most refreshing sight for your tired eyes. His wide grin and glinting eyes is heaven sent, leaning on his all black Harley, a plus helmet patiently waiting for you to out on. His favorite leather jacket hugging his perfect torso, accompanied with all black jeans and shoes. The energy radiating from him is everything you can ask for after your long shift.

Honestly, you didn't really thought about him showing up. You were so busy all day, that you barely had time to reply to his texts with a couple of rushed words. Maybe that's why he's here with open arms, and a bright face, so he can ease you after this goddamn bad day.

You grinned as soon as you saw him, waiting for you, eagerly waiting for you to cross the parking lot so he can have the hug he yearned for all day.

His eyes look you up and down as you stride towards him. you must look like someone who crawled out of hell, haven't looked in the mirror since the morning. Baby hairs has been loose for hours now, flying everywhere, makeup probably nonexistent by now, you can thank your idiot ass for that, wiping your eyes too many times to count. The only savior is your fresh outfit you put on before closing down the cafe.

"Surprise!" His cocky voice music to your ears, a half smile playing on his face, trying to contain his excitement.

As you face him, you see his freshly shaved face, tempted to bury your nose right now into the crook of his neck, already feeling the scent of shower, his body wash and cologne mixing like a potion brewed for your own desire. And you just do that, giving in to the thought, when you do, he let's out an honest laugh, the sound vibrating in your whole body, head to toe.

"Hello to you too." His voice cuts through your ear despite being merely a whisper.

"Oh my lord, you smell so good." You sigh, pushing your face further to his body, trying to get swallowed by his presence. He chuckles, finally snaking his strong arms around your frame. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You can't see his face, but you know this sentence carries so much at once. "Thought i check on my hardworking girl." A small kiss is planted on the crown of your head, lingering a little before pulling back a little.

"Are you okay?" He asks with a tight smile, not wanting to push too much if you aren't in the mood to unpack the happenings of the day.

"M'sorry for being unreachable, i just..." You start to explain, it's important to you that he knows it's just a busy day that held you back from talking to him more.

"C'mon, don't start with that horseshit." He puts his pointing finger in your moving lips, catching you off guard. "I just want to know if i can make this day better for you." He doesn't take it well when you over explain, a bad habit you can't shake off. You know he's not angry, but your brain starts the rambling before you now it. He always wondered why you do it. He's not insecure, he's not thinking you purposefully ignore his calls of texts, he told you numerous times, but you still try to detail the reasons you didn't had time to reply.

"Ohh, you already made it million times better." Just him showing up, offering comfort and love is enough to forget about asshole costumers, liters of spilled coffee and complains about the unsalted scrambled eggs.

You look in his ocean eyes, lost in the blue of his iris, and you don't mind if he sees how smitten you are. Maybe if you wouldn't be so overwhelmed by your own feelings, you would see just how deep he is in too.

His eyes flicker down, just for a second, and without another thought he captures your lips in a sweet lazy kiss. He pushes his chest to yours, pressing his hands on your back to trap you in his embrace. He tastes like menthol, wet and warm against your soft lips, slow and gentle but demanding, always taking the lead. You never complained and you'll never will, you enjoy the way he takes and gives back even more. A sigh escapes his lips when he pulls away, ending the kiss too soon for your liking. You try to chase after his wet lips, but he makes it clear he's not willing to give in. He often gets too flustered in public, while you grow cocky, switching the roles with only a small peck on the lips.

"Ride with me?!" He hands you the extra helmet, the words ending up a mess, between a question and a statement. You take the helmet happily, letting him help to put it on, checking thoroughly that it's on you properly.

He does the same, mounting the beautiful machine with confidence, every movement of his body delicious to your eyes. You probably zoned out, when you snap out of it, he looks back at you, only his eyes visible under the helmet, waiting for you to get on the bike behind him.

"Honey?" He asks, almost confused, seeing you lost in thought. But you don't waste more time, getting on the bike with the help of his body, your hand supporting your weight on his shoulder. A giggle escapes you when you are reminded of the first time with a motorcycle. You were so afraid and awkward, made Philip laugh, teasing you with a lighthearted voice. Now it comes naturally, the process and the steps after steps, and the trust you put in him with your life.

"Where are we going?" You ask, hugging his torso, pressing yourself to his back completely. He replies with the roar of the engine, speeding out of the parking lot making you yelp in surprise. Typical Phil, communicating with actions. While he's more than capable with his words, you heard it a millions of times, but when it comes to you, he usually can't find the right ones to express himself. So he gives kisses, pulls you close, his gaze always telling what's going on behind those pretty eyes.

The ride is cold against your body, the city buildings switching to suburb areas, and finally treelines leading the way. He's focused on the road now, while the city's slower traffic let him have his hand wonder on your leg, or clutched hands over his abdomen, now it's just you who clings into him for dear life. The ride is rather short, maybe half an hour before he pulls up a road to a hiking trail, slowly going up the hill, searching for something.

When he finds a spot for parking, he's killing the engine, turning to you to get off, but your eyes are already on the landscape of the city, sparkling lights of the ascending night, the sun setting behind the buildings.

He stops you before you could walk off, his hands on your helmet.

"Maybe we should get rid of these, don't ya think?" He says, a hint of amusement is his voice. He unclips the helmet agonizingly slow, taking in your face curiously, inhaling the look on you as your eyes wonder between him and the beautiful sight behind him. At this point he might get jealous of the view, because it takes your attention away from him.

He takes off his helmet in seconds, catching your hand in his, keeping you close to his side.

You are in an awe at how the city lights are sparkle like little fires, burning under the orange light of the setting sun. Manmade and natural meeting, creating something wonderful for your eyes.

You walk over the cliff, just an unstable wooden fence protecting you falling over, old and overused benches placed around.

"Stunning. You can see every sparkle of the city from here." You say, eyes glued on the sight, but Graves's attention is on you, and only you. He saw this view too many to count, under a snow blanket, washed over with rain, shaken by thunder, melting in the summer heat. In his memory, every one of his visits seems the same, because he looked at it with his own eyes. But now, he's experiencing it through yours, and it's like seeing the seven wonders of the Earth.

It's a core memory. The woman he love dearly, but so fucking afraid of admitting it, glowing in the golden hour, a satisfied smile on her face. You are close to him, clinging to his arm, your weight heavily leaning on him, in his mind a clear sign of trust. You are standing near a cliff, hand in hand with him, only an aged broken little fence standing between you and the edge of death, and he thinks he'll never find a single soul on this planet who would trust him this much. He's not that kind of person, he can accept it now.

"So what's the occasion?" You ask, snapping him out of his zoned out state, his eyes focusing on your perched up brow, teasing smile on your lips, eager to know why he has brought you along to this spot, having a feeling it's some sort of safe space for him.

"Can't i pamper my favorite girl, hm?" He leaves a peck on your temple, turning his eyes back to the tiny lights dancing around the city.

"Favorite, huh?" You elbow him teasingly, a painful laugh erupting from his body.

"Just enjoy it, will you?"

"I am." You smile at him, his shy wandering eyes jumping between your eyes and lips. He has a guilty look on his face, giving away the whole reason of this little trip. "You leaving, aren't you?"

He's surprised, not expecting you to figure it out so soon. He wanted more time to think about the words, to how he'll be dosing the information of him travelling far away from you for god knows how long. Despite his expectations, you aren't mad. Your smile turns sad, but the love in your eyes never burns out. "Yeah hun."

"When?" Now your whole focus is on him, body turned to face him.

"Tomorrow." Oh that guilty look again. He's asking for forgiveness with one look, lips in a thin line waiting for your reaction. You just hug him, tight with every ounce of your strength put in your arms to press his body to yours.

"I'm sorry i..."

"Shhhhh." You shush him. "It's your job, i knew what i'm getting myself into. I'm just sad you didn't tell me earlier. I could have call in sick and.."

"Nah honey, that's nonsense, You have a life to live, you can't just throw away everything because of me."

"Uh yes i can? If i want to. You are a part of this life you know."

He just sighs, his forehead resting on yours, collecting himself a little, arranging his thoughts, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. You let him, you just stay there, drawing circles on his back reminding him that he's not alone in this.

"I love you." He whispers so softly you think it's just the wind playing with your mind, murmuring cruel things to you. You feel the air freeze, Phil's breath held back in anticipation. You act fast without thinking, now or never. If you heard it wrong, you still can say you said what has been on the tip of your tongue for ages now.

"I love you." He pulls back, so many things flashing in his eyes before locking his lips on yours, capturing you in a heated kiss, teeth clashing tongues battling. It's not subtle and romantic but passionate and demanding, just how he is like. Your body craves the power of his kiss, but you break away just to say one thing.

"Now take me home, Philip."

"Yes m'am"