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[bathroomforless]

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[ukbathroomshoponline]

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[willicebattlecatsblog]

AU scene that takes place when Hollyleaf is believed to be dead in the tunnels !

i've always been bothered by how Brambleclaw burned the bridge so easily with his adopted kits just because they weren't biologically his. They were victims in the situation, just as he was, and the fact that he never tried to understand that is just baffling to me ???

We see Squirrelflight and Leafpool actively trying to talk it out with Lionblaze and Jayfeather, but Brambleclaw never attempts to reassure them. He just says a few lies when Hollyleaf comes back to defend her, and we are meant to believe that it means he still loves the Three, despite ignoring them and not caring for them over several books ???

The isolation Jay and Lion feel in their chapters in genuinely saddening at times, their own clanmates judge them, they have to deal with their real parentage, and their adoptive father has decided to stop caring about them because they aren't related. I wish Jay and Lion told Bramble how much of a douche he is for abandoning them while they were obviously in need of support and comfort :(((

Fun fact I like to imagine that Jayfeather has a big growth spurt at some point and he is just really long and skinny while Lionblaze is short and stocky and is 90% fur (forbidden lionblaze body type)

[gothamite-rambler]

How the Wayne family handles injuries sometimes pt 2 (conclusion)

Duke Thomas

Duke and Konnor were hanging out since Duke wanted to have superhero friends and Tim used to date Konnor. He took a long sip of water from his bottle then winced after swallowing.

Duke: I'm pretty sure I cracked one of my ribs. I can't confirm, though. Can you check, Konner?

Konnor (using his x-ray vision): It's not one; I see like four of your ribs are cracked. Damn.

Duke: See, when ... I was having trouble... breathing... I thought it was... asthma.

Konnor: I don't even know how to respond to that.

Duke (shrugged not fazed by his injured ribs): Dude, all that I can do is get an ice pack and ice my chest until I go on patrol tonight. Probably will avoid using my grappling gun.

Konnor (alarmed): You're going out as Signal with four cracked ribs?

Duke (chuckles, wincing quickly from the sore ribs): You're acting like I'm getting surgery.

Duke walked off to get an ice pack, leaving a confused Kon to come to one conclusion:

Konnor: I thought Tim was the odd one. Nope, they're all insane.

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Stephanie Brown

Stephanie limped into Kara's house her left leg clearly broke.

Stephanie: Hey, Kara.

Kara (Supergirl): Stephanie, um, hey, your leg is seriously not okay.

Stephanie: No, it's fine. I sprained it a few nights ago, but it's just healing. Walking it off is fixing it.

Kara: Steph, I have x-ray vision, and that crack between what was your freaking not broken leg is gnarly.

Stephanie: Hm, is it? That would explain why I've been having this shooting pain since I fell off that building.

Kara (blinked then rings her ear with her finger): You said that like it was normal. You fell off a building and you're walking?!

Stephanie: Well, I slipped, but I was able to grip this open window. Then I slipped again and hit an awning that had cloth. Then the cloth broke, and I hit the ground.

Stephanie rubbed her leg.

Stephanie: Typical Tuesday, but... maybe the way I fell broke it.

Kara stared at her not sure what to say because she was shocked at one issue.

Kara (loud): How are you walking with only a limp?!

Stephanie: You act like this is the first time my leg has broken.

Kara (aggravated): I'm taking you to the hospital.

Stephanie: Probably for the best.

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Cass Cain

Cass (Orphan suit on) is on a mission with Harley Quinn and the two make it to the roof after taking down numerous goons.

Harley (concerned): Orphan, don't freak out, but you're bleeding on your side.

Orphan: I am?

Orphan felt warm blood on the left side of her hip. She stomped her foot annoyed, but not in pain.

Orphan: Oh dang it, his knife swipe did hit me? My suit! I already put the alterations in this suit. Is the tear noticeable?

Harley stared at the woman who is checking for where the stab wound might be, but wasn't showing any signs of being in actual pain.

Harley: Okay, I'm not the most stable person, I'll admit, but you not screaming in pain from a stab wound in your hip is concerning.

Orphan: I have a large first aid kit in my room, but my sewing machine is broken. I need to know if the tear is fixable with manual sewing.

Harley: You bat people are a strange bunch; that's why I like ya.

Orphan smiled while continuing to check for any major issues in her suit.

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Barbara (turning her left wrist): I swear I've been bending my wrist for like a day, and it's still sore. I think I sprained it.

Kori (Starfire): Barbara, there is a purple bump on your wrist; I'm positive it is broken, not sprained.

Barbara (paused examining the noticeable bump): Oh my God, that's what this is? Silly me. Some douche tried to rob me, put a gun to my chest, and I took him down. Never underestimate a paraplegic.

Kori: Okay, that's great, but how did you not notice or feel pain? I saw you writing and typing earlier... and picking up your drink with that hand!

Barbara: Girl, I'm a part of the Bat Family. Our pain tolerance is high... feels good sometimes.

Kori: That is a motto I've heard from Dick before.

Barbara (grossed out): Could you stop saying stuff like that?!

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Kate sat on Selina's couch, surrounded by her pet cats. Selina returned with drinks but nearly dropped the glasses when she saw Kate's bruised feet.

Selina: Oh my God! Yo- your feet!

Kate: Sorry, my shoes were way too tight.

Selina: Kate, honey, your left pinky toe is swollen, and the right foot is… it should not be that color.

Kate: Huh… so when I jumped out of the tree and landed in the thorn bush, my feet did get hurt. Didn't help that I lost my shoes.

Selina: How did you lose your— you have to get your horrifying feet off my glass coffee table. I can't keep looking at them, and my table isn't a footrest!

Kate rolled her eyes and lowered her feet while stroking the head of a hairless pink cat.

Kate: Geez, chill. You and Bruce fixate on those coffee tables too much.

Selina: Yes, coffee tables! I want to keep them clean. Do you need to go to the hospital? We can watch the movie later.

Kate: Why, because my feet are sore? Sel, this isn't the first time I've been through this. I only need some ice and Tylenol.

Selina (deadpan): I have a foot tub and Advil.

Kate: That works because I'm not missing movie night with my future cousin-in-law.

Selina: Cousin-in-law?

Kate: It's a thing. Oh, and if you have Epsom salt, put a few spoonful's in. It helps with the swelling.

Selina nodded, going to her bathroom.

Selina (annoyed): Getting prescribed pain meds and a cast helps with the swelling, but with this family, they don't know those words.

With this family it's only serious if you die, then they might call Ra's for the lazarus pit or search for a different pit to save you.

How the Wayne family handles injuries sometimes pt 1

[splatoon-confession-box]

i feel like whenever the splatoon community asks for a specific type of kit 90% of the time it tends to backfire in some way like you're asking a douche-bag genie the main example imo is forge people wanted splattershot pro to get a good kit, and it got that! and then they made 210p (at least it's 200p now)

[justmeinadaze]

Can you write a Steddie x reader where the boys are like super possessive of her and she goes out without telling them and she almost get hurt so they punish her

Idk if this makes any sense but 😭

Here ya go, anonymous angel! I hope I did your request justice :)

Word Count: 1783

Warnings: Jason being a douche, Daddy/Sir Steddie, Punishment (ignoring), Smut

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?”

“When one of us calls you know you’re supposed to answer.”

“I swear to God, little one, if you are at that fucking party.”

“Wow, sweetheart. You have balls.”

“Answer. The. Phone.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

That last message was sent to your phone 15 minutes ago and you shuddered at the words. It was never a good thing when a threat was followed by silence. 

You just wanted a fun night out and more than anything you wanted it with them but they were so stubborn sometimes. Both boys refused and when you mentioned going alone, they practically forbad it. 

You should have listened to them. You should have stayed home or at least sent them a text telling them you were ok. You’d be lying though if a part of you wasn’t excited at the thought of the punishment you would receive. 

“Hey Y/N. Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight? Where are your attachments?”

You raised you glass at Jason as you shrugged. “No idea. Probably somewhere pouting.”

You bit your lip at the sound of your audacity. You’d never say something like that with them around. What is wrong with me?

“Well shit. Look at you! Do you want to dance?”

You were startled as your phone vibrated in your pocket, quickly unlocking the screen to take a look. Your breath caught in your throat at the image of you and Jason talking to each other as your head swiveled around the room frantically. 

“Don’t do it, little girl. Or else we’ll do more than just pout.”

“Yes or no, Y/N?”

“I-I-I…”

“Baby, any other girl would be dying just to be asked.” Jason slowly began backing you into the wall. “Now, normally, I would have told you to fuck off by now but the fact that you fuck that freak intrigues me. Maybe you need a real man to show you how it’s done.”

As he began his rant, your face cringed but as soon as he insulted Eddie, your demeanor changed entirely into an angry one. 

“I assure you, Jason. Eddie and Steve know exactly how it’s done. All you could do is show me why I prefer them over you, you fucking asshole.”

His eyes went wild as he grabbed your arm, tugging you through the house, and pushing you out his front door onto the gravel. “Then get the fuck out of my house if you’re going to be like that!”

As he turned to go back inside a ring studded hand connected with his face knocking him backwards as he fell to the ground next to you. Steve bent down to collect you in his arms and you promptly locked your own around his neck. 

“Munson! Come on, man.”

Eddie panted as he looked down at the now cowering former jock. “If you ever touch her like that again I swear this will be much worse.” He lightly taps his cheek as he rises to his feet.

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The entire car ride home was silent; you knew better than to speak. As soon as they parked, Eddie opened the door for you and lifted you in his arms, carrying you inside and placing you gently on the kitchen counter. As he takes off your shoes, you hear the sound of Steve riffling around in the bathroom before reappearing with a wash rag and a first aid kit. 

When Jason pushed you, you scrapped your knee on the concrete. The metalhead leaned back against the sink as he watched the other man clean you up and take care of you. Even though they were trying to remain calm, you could still feel their anger radiating off them. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. I-I-I just wanted us to-to go out and spend time together.”

“So you went to Jason’s party alone?”, Eddie asked with distain. “How did that work out for you?”

“I begged you guys to come with me!”

“Oh, I see! So, she went alone to punish us. Did you hear that, Steve? Like we belong to her!”

Steve eyes never left you as he leaned back to watch you both fight. It was never a good sign when he was quiet like this when he was upset with you. 

“And see my favorite part is not only did you go, but you ignored us and then had the audacity to mock us openly to an asshole like Jason Carver. What did that have to do with wanting to spend time with us?!”

“I was pissed at you! You’re both so stubborn sometimes!”

Annoyance flashed through Steve’s eyes as Eddie stepped forward, completely prepared to reprimand you before the other man cut him off, placing a hand on his chest and crashing his lips to his own. 

You squeaked in surprise as the metalhead pulled back to glance over his friend’s face before nodding and locking lips with him again. 

Eddie pushed him back against the countertop you were sitting on, his lips trailing down Steve’s neck as he lifted the boy’s shirt. Completely thrown off guard you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing. You knew they were mad but… they had begun playing… maybe I…

You reached out to caress Steve’s cheek but instead of kissing the pads of your fingers or leaning over to capture your lips, he turned away from you. 

“D-D-Daddy?”

His mouth opened as he moaned, Eddie unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants to the floor, enveloping Steve’s cock between his lips. 

“F-fuck, Ed. Yes.” He licked his lips as his head fell back against the cabinet, his fingers playing with the metalhead’s hair. “God that feels so fucking good. Mmm… always such a good boy.”

When you try to touch him again, Steve’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the counter. “Such a good fucking boy.”, he repeats. “You always respond when I call. Don’t you, Eddie?”

Eddie’s lips pop off the man in front of him as he rises to his feet, continuing to stroke him as his mouth finds his again. “I do. It’s…it’s polite…Plus…I want to talk to you.”, the metalhead answers between kisses. 

“I want to talk to you both…” You tone comes out meek, hating that they are ignoring you. Even just the smallest glance your way would be enough. 

Steve steps out of his jeans, gripping Eddie’s arms as they dodge around you and head for the bedroom. Usually, one of them would have helped you down and it killed you that they didn’t. 

“Daddy? Sir? Please…” You felt the tears sting your eyes as you carefully hopped down and slowly shuffled to your shared bedroom. Depending on the punishment they delivered sometimes you enjoyed it immensely like the spanking or when they would shove their cocks down your throat while you were tied to the bed. This was different. They were ignoring you completely as if you weren’t even there. 

Now you were the one somewhere pouting…

You found them on the bed, Eddie now completely undressed and under Steve as they passionately kissed each other’s lips. You placed yourself on the corner of the mattress, crossing your legs as you turned towards them. 

“Fuck me, Steve. I need to feel you.”

He wasted no time, lifting Eddie’s legs around his waist as he guided his cock into him. The moan that left them had your pussy clenching but you knew better than to touch yourself. You were in trouble and you didn’t want to make them angrier. This was torture enough. 

“Jesus, Eddie. So—mmm—so fucking tight. It’s…it’s to bad…baby girl isn’t here.”

“Yeah… the party was probably… fuck… probably worth it though.”

“Yeah, she obviously…knows better than…us, right? Mmm—she can take care of herself now.”

Steve reached between them, stroking Eddie’s cock as he thrust into him faster. The metalhead’s face scrunched with pleasure as rope after rope of his seed hit Steve’s stomach above him. The other boy chased his own release for his hips stuttered and he roughly pumped his spend into the man below him. 

After gradually pulling out, Steve got up grabbing another rag as he cleaned himself before taking care of Eddie. When they finally looked at you, your chin was to your chest as tears flowed. You felt the bed under you move and suddenly arms incased themselves around you as you were pulled onto a lap. 

“I’m-I’m s-s-sorry.”, you hiccupped in the littlest voice they had ever heard from you. “I-I-I deserved this.”

Fingers ran through your hair as you cried, your body curling into the chest holding you. 

“You didn’t like being ignored. Did you, baby?”

“No, Daddy. I didn’t like it.”

“Why didn’t you text or call us back? Is it because you knew you weren’t supposed to be there?” You nod your head at his question. “Then, honey, why were you there?”

“I was m-m-mad at you guys. You’ve both been so busy lately with work. I thought it would be fun to go to a party like we used to in school.”

“You’re right, pretty girl. We have been away from the house a lot these past few weeks. The reason we told you no was because it was Jason’s party. Maybe we should have been clearer or come up with an alternative activity.” Eddie leans forward to grip your chin turning you to look at him. “I hope you know it wasn’t because we didn’t want to spend time with you or anything. We miss you to, sweetheart.”

“You do?”

“Of course, Y/N. We love you. I know we can be a bit hardheaded but…Eddie’s right. We should have at least come up with something else we could have done together. Now, that doesn’t excuse you disobeying us and going there.”

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry. I learned my lesson though!”

Steve’s hand slides under your leg, extending it out so they can look at the bandage on your knee. 

“Bastard is lucky I didn’t fucking kill him.”, Eddie growled. 

“Do you think you’re up for the rest of your punishment?”, Steve asked as he held you closer.

“Rest of!? That wasn’t it?”

They both laugh at your surprised reaction. “Honey, you snuck away, talked back, ignored our calls and texts, and said we were somewhere fucking pouting!”, Steve chuckled. “That last one makes me think you forgot the type of men you belong to. We are more than happy to remind you.”

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Help! I couldn't help myself and wrote more fluff! Enjoy ya Misfits!

Hooves and Wings:

“You have hooves?” A memory had made itself known to Charlie, who smiled fondly at a gift she was preparing.

It had been when she first met Vaggie, and the two became friends, though it was a rocky start with the angel not exactly settling down. (Cue Flashback)

It had been over several days since Charlie had rescued a cute girl by the dumpster. She hadn't noticed the golden blood until it was on the bandage over Vaggie's eye socket. “Hmm..” It made the princess curious but she decided to respect her friend's privacy. “Looks like it's healing nicely, shouldn't be too long now till you're fully recovered.” She smiled at Vaggie moving some of that short hair to the side.

“Still feels weird..” Vaggie muttered as the angel was given fresh bandages and a gauze over it. Charlie was gentle with her and smiled softly. “Yeah? Well I have something for you.” The blonde grinned slightly and took out a small box.

Vaggie tilted her head curiously, and with a nod from Charlie, the angel opened it and stared. “Esto es muy lindo..” (This is really cute.) She smirked a bit seeing the eyepatch in the box. “Thanks Charlie..” She added picking it up to examine it.

Charlie giggled. “I like making stuff so I figured I'd make this for you.” She blushed, scratching her cheek. The two were in their casual attire as Charlie playfully did some cute hand tapping on her own thighs. “There's also something else.” She added with a giggle.

Vaggie blinked and looked back into the box and found what looked to be a beautiful looking red-pink ribbon that matched the stitched in x design on the eyepatch. “You're spoiling me here…” She replied with a soft smirk.

“I couldn't help it.” Charlie gulped and rubbed her neck. “You're like the first friend I've had in a long time, so..”

“Well I'm flattered…” Vaggie smiled warmly, her eye focused on her friend.

Charlie stretched and got off the bed in the guest room. “It's getting late, I'll leave you alone so you can sleep. Good night Vaggie.” She smiled and went to her room.

What happened next surprised the demoness as she blinked hearing a knock. “It's open!” She called from her bed as she was slipping off her shoes. What greeted those ruby eyes was an adorable sight, Vaggie was in a beautiful white nightgown while holding a pillow and blanket. “Vaggie, what brings you here not that I don't mind?”

“You said we're friends right? I'm not used to it but.. Um.. Would you like to do a sleepover?” Vaggie rubbed her neck with a bit of golden hue to her cheeks.

Charlie beamed at the idea as she grinned patting the bed. “I'd love to! Just let me change into my pj's ok?”

Vaggie smiled and nodded though blinked, spying Charlie’s feet. “You have hooves?” She tilted her head.

“Y-yeah, I was about to do some cleaning actually…” Charlie blushed, lightly rubbing her neck. “Are they weird…?” She asked since before she was told they were by her douche of an ex.

“N-no, they're actually kinda cute?” Vaggie replied with an awkward smile. “It just caught me off guard seeing them, that's all…”

Charlie blinked a little surprised with a slight blush but that small crush she had on this cute woman only grew. She smiled fondly at Vaggie. “So what did you have in mind?” She giggled but then pointed to her large shelf of movies. “If it's a movie, feel free to browse my library while I go change.”

Vaggie nodded watching the princess do a light skip to the bathroom. Though once Charlie came back out in her red long sleeve pj shirt and pj pants she blinked seeing Vaggie sitting on the bed by the hoof care kit. “You've done a lot for me already, so may I help you with your hooves?” She asked as Charlie blushed slightly. “Sure..”

The two sat on Charlie’s rather large bed, though the princess fought the urge to squirm as Vaggie tickled her hooves while cleaning them. She found it cute seeing her crush so focused on the job at hand. “Pffft…. Vaggie!” She couldn't hold back a giggle. “That tickles!”

Vaggie blinked hearing Charlie snort, and it earned the princess a small laugh from her new friend. This only made Charlie crush even harder since that laugh was the cutest she's ever heard. Once their giggle fit was done Vaggie finished picking out the last of the debris from those cute red hooves. “There we go.”

Charlie giggled, flexing her hoof toes with a delightful grin. “You kept tickling me, you know?” She smirked, coming closer to Vaggie who blinked. “Time for some payback!”

“Charlie!” The angel couldn't escape the tickle barrage as she was once again a big giggle fit, with the most adorable snort. “Ack! Can't breathe!” She howled with laughter. She managed to catch her breath when Charlie looked satisfied with her tickle attack.

“You have the cutest laugh.” She grinned but blinked seeing Vaggie grumble with a small wince. “Oh sorry, did I hurt you?!” She was alert and attentive as Vaggie gave a small smile.

“No, I'm ok..”

“You sure?” Charlie gave a soft, concerned look. Vaggie giggled a bit and nodded. “Yeah.”

Charlie sighed in relief, she had been worried she aggravated the wounds. “Sorry about that though.”

Vaggie looked a little surprised but then smiled a bit and went to grab a movie. “Oh? A knight’s tale? That's a classic.”

“Yeah I like it cause the protagonist chased his dreams and achieved them.”

“Want to watch it then?” Vaggie smiled holding it up. “Yes please, I'll go grab us some popcorn!”

The two snuggled up under a blanket that was draped over their shoulders with a bowl of popcorn in Charlie's lap. Alongside them were two adorable goat dragon demons Razzle and Dazzle since who could leave those two out. Soon Charlie pushed play on their movie night. (End of flashback)

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In the present day Charlie was grinning widely while carrying a gift box for her precious angel. “Hey Vags?” She peeked into their shared room.

“Hm?” Vaggie blinked looking back, she was casually cleaning her spear. “Oh hey sweetie.” She flashed a smile before her attention went back to the spear.

Charlie pouted a bit, but soon smirked devilishly. “I guess you're super focused right now, you don't want the gift I got you..” She stated in a playful sing-song-like tone. This caused the angel to look back at her, raising an eyebrow.

“You got something for me?”

“Yep. So could you put the spear down please?”

Vaggie shrugged and did so, she could always sharpen it after. “Alright, you have my attention, love, what is it?”

Charlie grinned and walked over carrying the box with a pretty red bow on top. “Just something I figured you needed babe.” She replied and handed Vaggie the box to open.

“Oh?” Vaggie removed the neatly wrapped bow and looked inside, she blinked, spying the gift. “Do you like it?”

“You got me a wing care kit?” She sounded surprised. Charlie grinned and nodded. “Yep, I figured since you regained your wings, I'd help you take care of them.”

Vaggie just looked at Charlie though smiled gently at her and planted a soft kiss to her wonderful girlfriend’s cheek. “Gracias mi amor..” (Thank you my love)

“I know a little bit about wings since when I was little my dad let me play with his…” Charlie replied and smiled. “Seeing how beautiful yours were, I knew for sure I'd have to get you some care stuff for them.”

Vaggie chuckled. “You spoil me, hon..” She soon brought out those gorgeous gray gradient feathered wings, which made Charlie squee. “I'm glad you like them..” She smiled a bit but then looked a little sad.

Charlie lightly cupped Vaggie's cheek, with the big secret out in the open, the princess knew why her sweet angel made such a face. “I absolutely love them, my cute song bird.” She smiled softly, lightly touching Vaggie's forehead with her own. “It makes me happy they came back because of the love we have.”

Vaggie closed her eyes with a soft smile, though her cheeks became a darker shade of gold hearing that new nickname. “Song bird?”

“Yeah, cause your wings and that beautiful voice you have love.” Charlie giggled nuzzling her. She peppered Vaggie's face and neck with kisses earning more giggles from her beautiful girlfriend. “Charlie stop, that tickles!”

The two remained close for a bit until Vaggie reluctantly pulled away. “You're such a goof..” She wiped a stray tear from her eye. “Go ahead.” Vaggie turned and stretched those wings out for Charlie while moving that long silvery hair away to expose more of the feathers and her back.

“Your goof.” The princess grinned and lightly started to run her fingers along the feathers. “Quick question?”

“Hm?”

“Does it get like… Bedroom-ish? Sorry but I'm curious.”

Vaggie rubbed her chin, though shuddered a bit when Charlie ran her fingers through the feathers near the base. “Yeah?”

“Oh.. Hehe..” Charlie had a cute grin. “OK so only in the bedroom then..” She couldn't help it as her tail popped out and started wagging a bit.

Vaggie noticed and gave a playful smirk. “You perv..” She teased making the hellborn turn red with blush.

Charlie decided to get Vaggie back for making her flustered with a soft kiss to the old scarring on her songbird's back. With both equally a blushing mess the two soon burst into laughter. Vaggie smiled fondly as she felt Charlie being careful with her wings, giving each feather a soft comb through and lightly taking out any damaged ones. “Ooo!” Charlie grinned, having some old feathers in her hands. “I kinda wanna turn these into stuffing for pillows…”

Vaggie snorted. “Of course you'd say that..” She chuckled, shaking her head. “What having a pillow that smells like you would be nice?” This only earned more laughter from Vaggie who held her stomach.

Charlie grinned, hearing that laugh she loved so much. She tried to continue, but Vaggie was in a cute giggle fit. “Vaggie, if you keep moving, I can't apply the oil!”

“Sorry, but the thought of you cuddling a pillow stuffed with my feathers is too cute..”

Charlie pouted but rolled her eyes smiling waiting for Vaggie to settle down. “That's the coverts done.” She stated making Vaggie look at her.

“Since when did you know wing terminology babe?”

“Uh, I.. Well I looked up how to care for wings beforehand…”

Vaggie blinked but smiled. “You planned this for a while huh?”

Charlie nodded softly, she smiled cutely as her fingers gently combed through the tertiary feathers. “Yeah… You always work so hard to take care of me and the hotel. I wanted to do the same back..”

“You do though..” Vaggie looked back and smiled.

“How so?” Charlie blinked as she couldn't help but be curious.

Vaggie thought for a moment then smiled. “You gave me a place to call home when I was torn away from Heaven..” She stated fidgeting a bit. “I'm not proud of who I was, I always felt so guilty about killing your people Charlie…” Charlie blinked but remained quiet as she went to the secondary feathers next. “Being an Exorcist, it was strange but I had a place there, even if the praises sent shivers down my spine.”

Charlie blinked but soon brought her tail to lightly hold Vaggie's wrist while her fingers carefully aligned those feathers. “Honestly I never really had many friends until I met you.” The angel continued finding comfort in the small gesture. “I had one job, to be a murderous killing machine..”

“Vaggie…” Charlie's heart ached for her girlfriend. Sure the secret did hurt her, but she gave a soft look. “You were scared to tell me weren't you? You basically didn't bother to correct me when I thought you were a sinner..”

“Yeah…”

Charlie dipped her head down and nuzzled into Vaggie's hair giving her girlfriend a soft kiss on top. “What happened to you then?”

Vaggie blinked but sighed. “I don't exactly like talking about it..” She muttered, looking away. “But I'll try..”

“Vaggie, you don't really have to say anything..” Charlie replied lightly, reaching over to take her hand.

“I do hon, it'll eat away at me if I don't.”

“But..”

Vaggie gave that hand a gentle squeeze. “One request please…” She sounded a little hesitant. “Anything love?”

“I like your hands… Could you keep roaming them on my wings, please? It relaxes me..”

Charlie nodded and continued her work. She looked worried at how nervous Vaggie looked. Her mind drifted back to her once, saying, “If I can't help you, then what's the point of me?” The princess gave another comforting kiss to her songbird's wing, this time making the angel relax more.

“You remember how we met, babe?” Vaggie's gaze drifted to a photo of the two together. “I do, it was horrible, you were so hurt…”

Vaggie steeled herself and took a soft breath. “I came down from heaven that day, and the guilt took over when I chased a child sinner to an alley… I let them go.” She stated as Charlie gasped.

The angel raised her hand to stop Charlie from speaking. “You won't like the next part..” She looked at her loving princess. “Do you… Still want to hear it?”

“Yes…” Charlie gave her a soft gaze. She loved Vaggie more than anything, even when the secret was revealed and she was hurting, Charlie didn't deny that deep in her heart, it already belonged to this wonderful person in front of her, her talk with Rosie reassured it tenfold.

Vaggie blinked, seeing that loving kind glint in those ruby eyes. She smiled softly, though her old wounds began to ache at the mention of the next part. “Okay…” Vaggie took a soft breath. “Next thing I knew, someone was behind me, and with much brutality, my eye was taken..”

Vaggie felt the heat from Charlie's demonic form, yet continued knowing it would piss off her beloved even more. “I was in shock and fell to my knees, and in a quick second I saw who it was, someone who I thought was a friend, but no she was petty and always had it out for me.” Venom dripped from her words as Vaggie gritted her teeth. “Lute, Adam's right hand bitch.”

Charlie stared and growled. “And she also ripped off your wings?! All because you spared a child?!” She moved her hands back and dug her claws into her own palms.

Vaggie looked at Charlie and blinked seeing those beautiful hands starting to drip blood. “Hon..” She gently took those hands. “I plan to settle the score next time I see that asshole.” She smirked looking determined.

Charlie looked at her with deep demonic red eyes. “Yeah, and I know you'll kick her ass. But love, we stick together ok?” She loosened her hands letting Vaggie hold them. “I don't want you getting hurt anymore.”

“Hey..” Vaggie lifted those hands up and kissed the palms. “I don't plan on dying in the battle with heaven, babe.” She then got up and picked up her spear. Charlie blinked, still fully demonic as she saw her beautiful angel do a small kneel, which reminded her of the knight from one of her favorite movies. “O-oh!” Charlie blinked, seeing her beloved take her hand and kiss the knuckles. “Sorry but I also plan to protect my home with everything I've got as well.”

Charlie couldn't help but swoon at Vaggie, who looked incredibly dashing right now. “Geez, someone's feeling theatrical today, I guess I rubbed off on you.” She teased but smiled warmly gently pulling Vaggie up from her kneeling. “You even remembered our first sleepover movie.”

Vaggie blushed but smiled at Charlie, though it was replaced with a cheeky grin as she set down her spear again. “Yeah, but I also remember this too.” Her deft hands came to Charlie’s sides and easily tickled her princess, sending the demoness into a laughing fit. “Nooo!”

This caused Charlie to revert back and whine as she howled with laughter. “Revenge.” Vaggie grinned as she let up the tickle barrage when Charlie tapped out. “Meanie…”

“You love it though.”

“True, now we have a big day of training tomorrow, shall we go to sleep?”

“Don't forget your hooves, hon..” Vaggie stated with a soft smile. “Oh, it's been so busy I almost forgot, thanks love.” Charlie flashed a cute grin. She then rewarded Vaggie with a loving kiss to the cheek.

“Go you goof…” Vaggie playfully shooed her away as Charlie giggled. The two then started their nightly routine, it was one of the last peaceful moments they were able to share before the big battle with Heaven.

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 6 - Life's Key

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none, this is just friendship building fluff

Summary: Jason goes to meet YN at the playground

Keep thy friend / Under thy own life’s key.

— ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, ACT 1 SCENE 1

Jason spent most of Saturday getting new gear together. He wasn’t going to let one run in with some thugs stop him from keeping Crime Alley, or just YN in general, safe. He needed to update somethings, get a kit he could keep on him at all times, and get something sturdier than an old hockey mask. He called around, finding some grappling equipment, smoke bombs, a couple knives, and finally a helmet that he could wear that would protect his whole head. It took about 2 hours to gather everything and hide it in the garage where Dick wouldn’t go looking. And Dick was a suspicious fuck at the moment.

“So, this fight, was it the same jock again?” Dick asked over breakfast on Sunday morning after spending all Saturday at a work function and just generally avoiding Jason. He assumed that Dick was waiting for him to come to his big brother to talk, but after his disparaging remarks against YN Jason didn’t really want to do that.

“Yup,” he said, emphasizing the p. Dick sighed at the curt answer, so Jason elaborated, having had time to flesh out this story. “I was leaving school after practice, they were leaving after some football thing, guess they still keep going even though the season is over, and the one from before threw his helmet at me, that is where this is from.” He motioned to the bandage on his face. Dick worried his jaw, looking like a cow chewing grass.

“And you didn’t go to the hospital?” Dick asked. Jason stared at him. When had any of them ever gone to a hospital? Jason was pretty sure he was still considered legally dead in some places. Dick sighed. “Ya, that was dumb, realized that when I said it.” They sat in silence for several minutes, Jason pushing Dick’s horrible eggs around on his plate.

“I’m going to run lines tonight with some of the seniors from Hamlet,” he said, wanting to make the concerned look on Dick’s face go away. Let him think he had made friends with those assholes. “Thought you weren’t big fans of them after that whole open mic night prank?” he asked. Jason shrugged.

“I’m not, but they’re fine to work with on the play, plus there’s this junior playing Gertrude who is pretty, she’s going to be there,” he said. He wasn’t lying, the junior was pretty, but he had no interest in her. Plus, there wasn’t really a practice session going on that night anyway, he just needed an excuse to be out of the house that night.

“What is she like?” Dick asked. Shit, Jason hadn’t expected this. He scrambled.

“Um, she’s pretty, blonde, kind of a badass, carries a dagger, likes the Yankees, ya know, weird in a school full of douche bags,” he said, describing as best he could to describe Annabeth from the Percy Jackson series. If you going to describe a fictional crush might as well pull a real book girlfriend you wish you’d had. Dick nodded.

“Sounds like your type,” he said, smiling. “Glad you’ve found someone in your school.” Jason kept his face neutral but was confused. He never thought Dick was the classist type, but maybe that was why he was so against Jason spending time with YN. Would be a real dick move considering that Jason himself was once from that same gutter. Just because he got lucky (or stupid) and stole a couple tires didn’t mean he was anything better than YN. She was going to Gotham Academy for a reason, scholarship or maybe an arts grant if her acting was as good as her singing, so she definitely wasn’t just a random person on the street. None of this made sense to Jason and that made him angry.

“I have to do some homework, I’m going to head out, its stuffy in here,” he said, throwing a look to Dick. Dick looked confused but just nodded. Jason grabbed his back of tricks and his phone, checking again for another message from YN as he headed to the garage. She had sent the one message to meet and then stopped, not even confirming she’d gotten his reply. He wanted to go check on her, but once again, he wasn’t going to be a stalker, so he went to a nearby park instead.

After several hours of actually catching up on homework and reading through The Turn of the Screw for a lit class he let curiosity get the better of him. He pulled out his laptop again and booted up some of the software that Dick thought he didn’t know about. Nightwing needed to find people, and Oracle knew all the tricks, so Jason copied Dick’s hard drive and took them. Red Mask (name to be changed, that one still sucked) needed to find criminals too. He searched up YN’s name and found…nothing. She had a mother, no father listed, an address, no social media, no outstanding warrants, no bills even. The only person who had anything was her mother, who had ridiculous medical bills, but no rent to pay. Jason frowned. This screamed a mysterious benefactor. Who was helping them and why? He looked at his phone, seeing that he needed to head over to the playground, so he closed up shop and headed off, making sure to pick up some tacos on the way.

YN was sitting at the top of the slide when he arrived, climbing down the dumbwaiter shaft that used to seem a lot bigger when he was small. She smiled when she saw him, but quickly pretended to yawn, not looking in his direction anymore. He smiled a little, maybe he wasn’t the only one with a crush. She looked at her phone before sliding down.

“You’re late,” she said, crossing her arms. He held up the bag. “What is that?”

“Tacos?” he offered, holding it out to her. She opened it and moved to where her things were, sitting down on a blanket. “Thought we could eat first, and these are the best in Bludhaven.” She took one and handed him back the bag, producing two water bottles from her bag and cookies.

“My mom sometimes bakes on good days,” she said. Jason looked at the cookies and then at her, a questioning look on his face. He knew her mom was sick, but she didn’t know that. “My mom is sick, cancer, but some days she’s really active and today was one so I just thought I’d bring a snack…”

“Thank you,” Jason said, taking a cookie and biting it. He made a face. O these were amazing. “Holy shit.” She laughed.

“Ya, that’s typically the reaction,” she said, eating some of the taco. “Jesus, these are good too.”

“Ya, but I didn’t make those, although mine would be better,” he said. She gave him a quizzical look. “Hey, I cook a lot, when I lived with Bruce we had Alfred and he taught me everything I know.”

“Was he like the in-house chef?” she asked, finishing one and grabbing another as he chowed on the cookies. Jason shrugged.

“He was kind of everything. We didn’t have like a big staff or anything, just Alfred, everyone else came once a week or something to do cleaning or the gardens and shit,” he said. “Fuck I sound like such an ass.” YN shook her head.

“No, you don’t, that’s what you lived, you’re not an ass about it. Not like you’re bragging that you made this Alfred clean your dirty underwear or something. He taught you to cook, that’s nice,” she said. Jason smiled at her. “Now, how are your rehearsals going?”

“Trying to spy on the competition?” he asked. She raised her eyebrows at him. “They’re fine, although pretending to even Chelsea is difficult.” She laughed and pulled out MacBeth. “How are yours?”

“They’re fine, I’m having some trouble though, do you mind pretending to be my husband?” she asked. He chuckled.

“You ask me that without a ring?” he teased, walking over to her, taking the script she offered. Scene 1, Act 7. “Remember, I have only read this so my MacBeth will probably suck.”

“You can’t be any worse than the guy playing him at school,” she said. Jason nodded and let himself slid into the roll of the king tortured by destiny. YN was amazing as Lady MacBeth, and then Ophelia, or Horatio, or Polonius, she was a chameleon. After an hour or so of practicing they sat on the swings, competing to see who could jump off further. Then it was tag around the playground. Jason hadn’t let himself have fun like this since…well since he was playing there as a child. They finally settled back on the blanket sitting and leaning against each other.

“You’re amazing you know that?” he said suddenly, looking down at her leaning to his shoulder. “And just because you’re the best actress I’ve ever seen.” She blushed deeply.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the compliment easily. He watched her as she stared straight ahead, not looking at him. “You’re so flawless when you act,” she said softly. “Its like you can just sink into being another person, it’s a little scary honestly.” Jason sighed.

“When I was living with Bruce it was like I had to be two different people. He was most of the time an alright dad, but when he was in a mood, mostly when he was trying to teach me something, I had to be like a perfect son, a little carbon copy of him. It was like slipping into a mask, hiding who I was or who I wanted to be,” he explained, telling her things he’d only ever told his therapist. “And then I died…” He stopped and she looked at him.

“You…died?” she asked softly. He sighed.

“Yea, this past summer, the um accident I had, I died for a few minutes and it wasn’t Bruce’s fault, but I think afterwards he just, wasn’t right. Didn’t want to bother with my antics anymore. It broke something so now I’m still just trying to figure out who I was when I was his son and who I am now,” he said. “And Dick has been great, trying so hard to be a good brother and almost father, but even with him, I have to wear a mask still. The only person I really feel like I can be me around is you.” He felt a hand on his unbandaged cheek, he leaned into it.

“I feel similar,” YN said. Jason nodded for her to continue. “My mom, I have to be brave, even though she’s going to die, and soon, and I don’t have anyone else. I don’t know who my father is, we have no other family that knows I exist. Apparently, my mom was still a teenager and had some kind of affair with a married man. And despite the fact that she was raped by an adult her family blamed her so now its just us. And when I’m around her I have to be perfect, like after the open mic when those guys threw water balloons of Kool-Aid at me and I was covered in red sticky goo pretty much, when I got home, I had to pretend everything had been amazing so that she wouldn’t get sicker from stressing out about me. I don’t really have anyone to talk about that stuff with.” Jason turned her face to look at him.

“You have me,” he said softly. She nodded and, in that moment, he could have kissed her, could have taken another step, but he could see that wasn’t what either of them needed. At that moment they didn’t need the romance that was there, they needed the friendship that was also there, just as important and just as powerful. He pulled her into a hug, holding her close for several minutes until his phone went off.

“My brother wants me home to get some sleep,” he said. She nodded. “Let me walk you home.”

“Sure,” she said. She stood, taking his hand. He held it as he walked her back to her apartment. “Are you going to be safe?” she asked.

“Ya, my bike is just down the street actually,” he said, pointing towards an alley nearby. “So, I don’t want to stress your mom out, but maybe I could come to your place next time?” She nodded.

“And if you ever want to, you can come to mine too,” he said. “If you ever get over to Bludhaven.” She smiled and leaned up, kissing his cheek over the bandage gently.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” He nodded and watched her get inside before driving home, feeling several pounds lighter and freer than he had in years.

[kingmaxstatic]

Confession: I don’t like the dynamic of Surge, Kit and Starline (and that isn’t the writers’ fault)

(Tw; Discussions of Verbal Abuse)

Okay I have to tact something else onto this: I’ve never fully read imposter syndrome or.. really anything around the glitch trio. I’ve only skimmed the pages with them. I ofc know the lore and what goes on but like I can never bring myself to read anything with the imposter syndrome squad in it.

There’s actually like!!! Super personal reasons for that.

I was raised in a Verbally Abusive household. I won’t get super detailed about it, of course but that is THE reason why I don’t think I can touch this comic.

And this was it. This was the panel that made me decide “Yeah I’m sorry I can’t read this”. It makes my heart drop, my breath pause and stomach turn into a pit. Because I’ve BEEN in Kit’s place before.

I know, I know “take it easy it’s just a drawing”.

But I dunno these feelings aren’t those I want to feel when reading a Sonic Comic.

And this isn’t to say I hate Surge and Kit OR some of the shit that comes with them. Obviously.

Love these goobers! There’s a reason I draw them so damn much! They’re an interesting premise with lovable personalities to boot!

But I can’t like.

Take shit like this.

Now a lot of you might be thinking “But Max! We see your Starline Icon and your DOZENS of posts about him!”

And you’re right about that! I ended up liking Starline around the metal virus arc (When I started reading IDW! I started off with that arc while we were in like. The middle of it, do not recommend)

So the version of Starline I ended up liking was the one who was only JUST realizing Eggman wasn’t actually all he was cracked up to be

(Get it. Egg. Cracked)

And I really enjoyed this progression of Starline’s characters. I thought “Wow he’s kind of an asshole but I like him! He’s neat!”

So just SEEING some of the stuff from imposter syndrome is like. Horrible for me. Because you take a character I liked and turn him into the most (and I hate to say this) triggering thing to me. It just leaves me with mixed feelings.

Like I’m not saying Starline should be an “Unproblematic King” obviously. I love this guy in all his douche bag glory.

But yeah thanks for listening to me ramble! Join me next time where I kin assign all the IDW characters as mlp species/j

[eternalreignblog]

Has Lexa ever worn a butt plug to the gym and bent down in front of Clarke so she can see it 👀

time to check in on our favorite horny gym goers I think.

Ever since she’d started fucking Clarke at the gym on the regular, Lexa had begun to explore her more sexual side. It was mostly on her own at home, but occasionally, she’d ask to try some new things with Clarke. Clarke fucking her, while she was restrained, seemed to have unleashed some kind of beast within Lexa, opening her eyes to a whole new world of pleasure that she’d never given a second thought to before.

Her latest experiment started with an incognito mode visit to a sex shop website, scrolling through the plethora of toys they had on offer. Lexa found it a little bit exciting just looking through all the different products available for pleasure, from dildos and vibrators to gags and restraints; it was all a bit of a thrill.

One thing that stood out for Lexa during her browsing and piqued her interest was the different toys on offer for anal stimulation.

There were so many different shapes, sizes, and materials available that Lexa felt slightly overwhelmed at first. She scrolled through pages and pages of plugs, dildos, and anal beads, made from silicone, aluminum, chrome, and even glass; the options were endless. Capped off with the multitude of lubes and gels, Lexa wasn’t sure where to start.

Anal was never something that had crossed Lexa’s mind at all before, but looking at all these toys and then thinking about Clarke’s cock, and what it would feel like pumping into her ass, she had to take a moment to collect herself.

After getting herself off several times to the thought of Clarke fucking her, Lexa filled her cart with an ‘anal starter kit,’ which seemed like a good starting point for her. It contained various-sized butt plugs and a douche, some lube, and she threw in some vibrating toys, too, just because.

The day her new toys arrived, Lexa was beyond excited. She’d done some reading, of course, being the studious overachiever that she is, and she knew that to have anal sex without discomfort, much preparation was necessary.

Lexa was nothing if not thorough, so she started herself on a plan to ready her ass for what she knew would be the best fucking of her life.

She started with the smallest plug, lubing it up and playing with it for quite some time. She learned very quickly that anal play was something she really enjoyed, moving on to small dildos and fucking herself to climax repeatedly.

Lexa was still having sex with Clarke frequently at the gym, but ever since her new personal discoveries, her thirst for her gym crush had become insatiable. Clarke had no complaints, of course. Her appetite for sex was just as high as Lexa’s, making their arrangement mutually beneficial.

After weeks of playing and experimenting with her toy collection, Lexa was pretty confident that she could take Clarke’s cock in her ass.

Now, all she had to do was get Clarke to actually do it.

***********

Slipping on her favorite tights in the gym locker room, Lexa peered over her shoulder to check out her ass in the mirror.

The moderately sized butt plug she was wearing was slightly visible, but only if you were really looking – unless she bent forwards at the hips, then there was no doubt about the extra accessory lodged inside her.

The stimulation from wearing the plug meant Lexa was also walking around absolutely soaked; for sure, Clarke would be able to smell her if she got close enough.

Lexa knew it wouldn’t be hard to provoke Clarke, to the point where she was so confident in her abilities that she placed a bottle of lube right at the front of her locker for easy access, ready to use when the time was right.

Strolling confidently out onto the gym floor, Lexa was pleased to see Clarke was the only other woman there, meaning they would have the ladies' locker room to themselves.

Clarke was at her usual station, barbell set up, headphones on, and getting ready for her next set. Taking up position in front of her, Lexa could tell Clarke already knew she was up to something, feeling the burn of those gorgeous blue eyes locked on her as soon as she left the locker room.

Smirking and winking, Lexa decided not to prolong this, she was so fucking horny she could burst, and the feeling of the butt plug was just exaggerating everything. She dropped her gear, turned her back to Clarke, and bent over into a ‘hamstring stretch.’

Doing this stretch was her usual code for ‘let’s fuck now,’ but Lexa had a feeling her toy would entice a different reaction out of Clarke.

The clatter of a barbell being dropped echoed around the gym, the gym bros not even flinching as they focused on their own workouts, but Lexa knew she’d got Clarke’s attention hook, line, and sinker.

Before she could right herself, Lexa felt firm hands slide around her hips and a body press up behind her

“Fuck, Lexa. Is that what I think it is?” Clarke’s voice had taken on a husky tone. Whether it was from the exertion of her workout or horniness, Lexa didn’t care.

“Mmhmm,” Lexa hummed, grinding her ass back into Clarke’s hips so she could feel the silicone toy rubbing into her crotch.

“Shit, does that mean..?” Clarke trailed off. Lexa wasn’t sure if it was because she was so horny she was distracted or if she was nervous. Assuming horniness because Lexa had never known Clarke to be anything other than assertive, Lexa stood up straight and leaned back to whisper in Clarke’s ear.

“It means I’d much rather your cock than this toy,” Lexa didn’t have time to react other than a faint squeak as Clarke hoisted her off her feet and into her strong arms, heading directly for the locker room.

This was precisely the reaction Lexa had been hoping for as she was unceremoniously dropped on the long wooden bench in the center of the empty locker room.

Lexa lay down prone on the bench, thanking whoever built the place for the foresight to bolt it to the ground because, with any luck, Clarke was going to fuck her so hard they were going to need the extra hardware for stabilization.

Lexa’s legs were straddled over the bench as her torso lay flat on the surface. She raised her hips slightly and twerked her ass, hearing Clarke practically growl at the sight of her cheeks jiggling under the stretched-thin fabric of her leggings with the plug still firmly encased in her tight hole.

Reaching back to slide her tights down over her ass, Lexa revealed to Clarke what was not so secretly hidden underneath, reveling in the sounds of pure lust emanating from the woman behind her as the toy came into unrestricted view.

“Fuck, Lexa, are you sure?” Clarke said. Lexa could tell by her voice that she was barely restraining herself. Shifting slightly so she could look back at Clarke, Lexa was delighted when she saw how horny and unhinged the woman looked with her shorts shoved just far enough down for her cock to be free, stroking her length as she stared lustfully at the silicone toy in Lexa’s ass.

“Never been more certain about anything, Clarke. I want you to fuck my ass so hard I won’t be able to sit for a week,” Lexa exaggerated, jiggling her ass cheeks to further lure Clarke into her trap.

With surprising speed, Clarke straddled the bench behind her, hands moving directly to squeeze Lexa’s cheeks, pulling them apart, spreading her wide, and giving what must have been a tantalizing view of the toy stretching her hole.

“Do you have lube?” Clarke husked out, thumb tracing over the silicone as her cock thrust slowly against the flesh of Lexa’s butt cheeks.

“In my locker,” Lexa said, moaning in disappointment as the warmth behind her suddenly disappeared when Clarke raced to grab the small bottle Lexa had strategically placed right at the front of her locker.

Lexa waited not-so-patiently, reduced to nothing but a needy, writhing mess, rolling her hips back and forth on the bench in search of friction. By the time Clarke was settled back behind her, she felt like she might explode if she didn’t have Clarke’s dick inside her soon.

A quick look backward through hooded eyes told Lexa that Clarke had discarded her shorts somewhere along the way. The click that echoed off the empty locker room walls indicates the lube is being put to use.

All Lexa can do is whine when she feels fingers tugging on the toy. She raised her hips off the bench slightly and groaned audibly when the toy popped free from her asshole. Clarke is breathing heavily behind her, taking her time, much to Lexa’s chagrin. Lexa is surprised and a little bit impressed by the restraint Clarke is showing, given Lexa’s shameless teasing that led to this situation. She had fully expected Clarke to drag her in, throw her down and fuck her seven ways from Sunday. Or at least that was what she’d been hoping for.

Lexa can hear the sound of Clarke jerking her dick, which is clearly slick with lube, and she twitches slightly when she feels the contrast of the cool liquid on her hot ass as Clarke squirts it on target.

“fuck me, Clarke. Fuck my ass,” Lexa pleads, pushing her hips up, trying desperately to find contact. Clarke rewards her with two fingers, sliding easily into her lubed-up hole. “Ooooooooooh yeah,” Lexa presses her cheek into the bench as she pushes her ass further onto Clarke’s digits.

“You’re so needy, Lexa,” Clarke said, removing her fingers and placing the head of her cock at Lexa’s opening. “are you ready?” Clarke asks redundantly; Lexa is nothing but a writhing mess beneath her, begging for her cock.

“Oh my God, Clarke, just fuck me already!” Lexa whines, pushing her ass back into Clarke.

“Okay, but remember you asked for this,” She said ominously, Lexa feeling the pressure increase as Clarke pushed her dick into Lexa’s tight hole.

Lexa nearly cried out when the thick head popped in, mostly in relief as she was finally getting the fucking she had been dreaming about for weeks.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” Clarke said as she slowly thrust forward, inch by inch until her cock was completely encased in Lexa’s ass. She stayed there for a few moments, fully sheathed with her balls resting against Lexa’s pussy. “fuck, that’s so hot,” Clarke said breathlessly, giving Lexa’s ass a light slap as she looked down at the image of her cock buried in her fuck buddy’s ass.

“Move, Clarke, Please,” Lexa pleaded, sliding one hand underneath her prone body, descending down to her clit for some much needed stimulation, while she rolled her hips to encourage Clarke to start fucking her.

Pulling out nearly all the way, Clarke left just the head still inside before pushing back in, Lexa feeling every ridge and vein on Clarke’s cock as it penetrated her.

“Uhhhhhhhhh,” Lexa let out a filthy moan, the sensation of Clarke’c cock inside her was far more pleasurable than her fantasies predicted. “Your cock feels soooooo good, Clarke,” Lexa praised, her fingers rubbing her clit in time with Clarke’s thrusts.

“Oh yeah?” Clarke picked up the pace, gripping Lexa’s hips as she pushed her cock deep inside before dragging it out and pounding back in. “you like my cock in your ass? You like getting fucked like this?” Clarke grunted, slamming her hips forward into Lexa’s, generating an obscene slapping sound that reverberated around the room.

The acoustics of metal lockers in a small space created a symphony of slapping, moaning, and grunting that was music to Lexa’s ears as she closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of finally getting ass fucked the way she had fantasized about.

Clarke’s fingernails were pressing hard into Lexa’s flesh as she pumped her hips faster and faster, grunting in exertion as she fucked her so hard Lexa had to hold on so as not to be pushed off the end of the bench.

“So fucking tight,” Clarke said, reaching forward and grabbing a handful of Lexa’s hair, pulling her head back so her back was arched, still pounding away at her ass.

Lexa still had one hand working on her clit, but Clarke pulling her hair and lifting her up sent a new wave of arousal through her, causing her jaw to drop and a silent scream to leave her lungs.

“So fucking hot,” Clarke’s hand left her hip and reached around, slapping Lexa’s out of the way and taking over rubbing her clit, slamming two fingers into her dripping cunt.

Lexa cried out for real; the stimulation on her clit, her pussy, and Clarke’s cock in her ass sent her hurtling over the edge, convulsing as the pleasure wracked her body. She could feel tingling in her toes, and her skin felt super sensitive as her muscles contracted in the rhythmic way of climax.   

Lexa barely noticed that Clarke had slowed down her thrusts to ease her through her orgasm, so engrossed in the whole-body experience she had just had. Clarke gently lowered her back down to the bench, still pumping lightly as Lexa returned to earth.

“You good?” Clarke asked, massaging Lexa’s ass cheeks as she slowly thrust into her.

“Never better,” Lexa exhaled, resting her face on the bench as the aftershocks of her orgasm flowed through her.

“Where do you want me to cum?” Clarke asked, Lexa’s heart fluttering slightly at the thoughtfulness.

“Cum in my ass,” Lexa said, wiggling her butt on Clarke’s dick in encouragement.

In lieu of an answer, Clarke just gripped Lexa’s hips firmly and started fucking her in earnest, slamming her hips into her as she chased her pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, fuck my ass,” Lexa encouraged, pushing back into Clarke’s thrusts to help her get off.

“Come to the gym to train, end up cumming in your ass,” Clarke said as she sped up her strokes, going balls deep on each rep, Lexa feeling every inch.

With a loud groan, Clarke buried herself in Lexa’s ass as she started cumming. Falling forward, she rested her forehead between Lexa’s shoulder blades as her hip jogged, coaxing every last drop out of her balls and into Lexa.

“Fuck,” Clarke said breathlessly, going boneless on top of Lexa as her energy dipped post-orgasm.

“Was that good?” Lexa asked, pretty sure of the answer but always wanting to check-in.

“Good? I think you broke me, Lexa,” Clarke chuckled, lifting herself slightly and watching her softening cock slip out of Lexa’s used asshole. She watched in awe as it gaped for a few moments before closing up and sealing the rest of her cum inside.

The bench was a mess of cum and lube, a problem quickly rectified with one of Clarke’s old gym towels before the two of them retreated to the showers to clean themselves up.

Lexa was on shaky legs after getting fucked so hard, Clarke helping her to the showers while gloating about coming good on her promise to make it hard for Lexa to sit for a week.

To say Clarke was excited about this new development in their dynamic was an understatement. When they got in the shower, she proceeded to spend at least twenty minutes with Lexa’s leg over her shoulder, eating her pussy like it was her last meal to show her gratitude.

[heartbreakslow]

Dash watch 1x02

Darren: I’m sorry about before. I shouldn't always assume you’re…Cash, while dealing drugs and stealing a car: …up to no good?”

In this episode, we get two scenes of Ant talking about the fallout of his hookup with Darren, and in both he doesn’t acknowledge them as a person at all and emphasizes that it doesn’t count/doesn’t make him queer—“it’s all the same if you close your eyes,” “I got ONE wristy.”

Darren’s mom moves some of their stuff to their dad Peter’s house, while he complains there isn’t room for Darren to stay there and besides Darren is mean and made fun of his beard. Peter’s having trouble using they/them. The mom agrees Darren is mean and it’s hard to use they/them—“it IS hard. It’s exhausting. And now…it’s your turn.”

I like how despite Peter being “poor” his apartment is beautiful with a giant window that looks out on the water. Darren has Amerie and Quinni over and has found a novel their dad is writing and is mockingly reading the sex scenes out loud. Peter walks in and his feelings are hurt; in response, Darren just makes fun of Peter for unknowingly picking up their douche kit. Peter leaves and Amerie tells Darren they were being too mean, which they seem to consider.

Later, Peter complains about never knowing where Darren is, and asks them to pay rent since they have a job. Darren is pissed and suggests Peter is disappointed by their gender and sexuality, and that he’s asking for money to make them leave so they “won’t be your problem anymore.” Peter is taken aback and protests that’s not what this is about.

Darren gets sent home from work for being rude and goes outside the restaurant, where Cash is on his bike alone. Cash asks how things are going. Darren complains about Peter asking for rent and Cash suggests Peter is just broke—“what’s he do? What’s his place like?”—but Darren asks if Cash is planning to rob him and Cash tells them to fuck off. Darren’s boss tells them both off and we see Cash looking incomprehensibly broody.

Darren supports Amerie and then Quinni at the party. They also enjoy stealing Dusty’s mom’s perfume!

Cash is dealing at the party, glancing at Darren and looking away before they see. They approach him and apologize for always assuming he’s “up to no good,” but get interrupted by Dusty’s dad giving Cash a cocktail and buying drugs from him. Another broody shot.

When Darren gets home, Peter makes a point of telling them that their relationship is important to him, and Darren signals their grudging acceptance by saying they’ll pay rent. Darren gives some feedback on Peter’s book (because “I was taking a shit and I needed something to read”) and Peter is touched that they read it.

Later Chook approaches Dusty’s house and Cash is standing there with the same blank/broody expression and shows Chook he’s stolen Dusty’s dad’s car keys.

Thoughts:

I mention the Ant thing because I never see it discussed. It’s not really that I dislike Ant for this, I just think it displays a dehumanization Darren experiences from their partners. In addition to the stuff with Ant, the fact that Darren makes some disparaging comments about “straight men” (the way a straight woman would) gives me a vibe that they mainly hook up with straight-identified guys. Which in turn means their hookups aren’t open to having a relationship with Darren, and may keep them a secret.

Tbf, the map does imply that Darren had a relationship with a guy named Connor, but the map isn’t canon. My read is that Darren has never had a boyfriend, really values attention from guys, but at the same time doesn’t expect much. And think about the way Darren feels unwanted/like they’re being passed back and forth by their parents, and multiply that by having their partners not want to “claim” them or be associated with them.

The language from Darren’s mom is telling: there’s this elision where she doesn’t explicitly call Darren a problem/exhausting—“problem solved” (problem=Bobby not wanting Darren to be there); “it’s exhausting” (it=using they/them pronouns)—but it’s implied by the combination of her words and making Darren move out of the house. From Darren’s perspective, it’s pretty cut and dry—“you want me to not be your problem anymore,” “I’m too much.”

Darren’s grudging acceptance of Peter is the second incarnation of the same story that we saw in the first episode with Amerie. Darren was quick to assume they were being rejected by Peter (they basically project that he’s going to treat them exactly the same as Bobby does). But after a little pushback from Amerie and Cash, and after Peter puts himself out there, Darren starts opening up to Peter’s love and support, which culminates in the scene at Harry’s in episode eight.

I’m not planning to go into Darren’s relationships with Quinni and Amerie much, but I do think it’s interesting that they show a very sensitive/caretaking side with the two girls, especially Quinni, that is quite a different “face” from how they usually act.

Cash is mysterious at this point and comes off as potentially creepy, mostly because we get these weird shots of him just standing there looking broody at the end of conversations. I feel like this all makes a lot of sense by the end of the show, so I actually have more questions about how Darren feels about Cash. It seems like they’re vacillating between writing him off (which seems to be how they felt about him before) vs. having a little curiosity/nervousness/attraction.

It’s funny that Cash gets mad at Darren for thinking he’d rob their dad, Darren apologizes, and Cash then robs Dusty’s dad! But I wonder if part of Cash’s broodiness is because he doesn’t like being seen this way by Darren, but simultaneously realizes that Darren has good reason for the way they see him, heightening his identity crisis.

[rottenaero]

And also, the reasons behind each pairing

1.Steve, Max, and Will-

C’mon, have you SEEN the SASS? I guess one could argue Dustin should also be here, but his sass™️ is reserved for his brothers. Also, imagine the gossip sessions, like Will ranting about anything and Max and Steve absolutely cheering him on because he is 100% in the right.

2.Eddie, Robin, and Will-

Queer in a small town, Barb could also probably be in this group. They all bash each-other’s crushes until Robin wants to date Nancy, and Eddie starts liking Steve. Will would absolutely still be trashed for his crush on Mike. Robin would still bash on Eddie like have you seen that man? He’ll watch the same movie on repeat until he has to being it back.

Eddie just sighs and is like, I know, he’s great.

3.Nancy, Chrissy,Barb, and Robin-

Barb and Chrissy absolutely needed more screentime!! They were both so aghhh<33 They all kinda band together to do sleepovers and stuff, sometimes El and Max are invited when they aren’t doing their own thing. I just really like the characters.

4.Steve and Gareth-

Okay guys, have you seen that Steve and Gareth cousin au??(Someone please tell me the creator so I can credit them) Steve having another extravagant handshake for Gareth and Gareth always gushing about his cool older cousin to hellfire who is just like uh-huh sure Gareth.

I know theres the idea that Gareth would despise Steve, but also Gareth inviting Steve to hellfire after he got dethroned because Steve was there for his tough times so why can’t he be there for his?

5.Holly, Erica, and Steve-

Lets take babysitter!Steve to the MAX. All the parent call him when their younger kids need to be watched, he watches Holly for the Wheelers all the time to the point where he’s her brother, and she pretends to forget Mike’s name for like a week.

Erica insists only Steve can watch her, because he’s the only one who lets her watch My Little Pony without judging her or treating her like a baby, also because he starts getting into the show. Sometimes Tina and the rest of Erica’s friends come over and rope him into letting them paint his nails. Random days Steve will show up to Erica’s school with some McDonalds for her.

6.Murray and Alexei-

Self-explanatory because c’mon, really?

7.Steve, Will, and El-

Steve ADORES the Byers siblings, they say thank you when he does stuff for them, they are usually never the source of trouble when they go out.

Sometimes Will will just be so nice that it makes Steve feel bad for what he told Jonathan in s1 before their fight, because nobody in the Byers family is a screw-up except Lonnie, who was just a giant douche and a terrible father.

The only thing Steve dislikes about them is their respective crushes on Mike, because are you serious? He’s well on his way to becoming the next town Keith.

8.El and Max-

Also pretty self explanatory, El needs a better role model than Mike, and Max being overwhelmingly confident in every decision helps. Max also tries to make sure El doesn’t push herself to hard. Oh your head hurts? Lets get you some juice, we have this new flavor you’d like. You don’t feel good? Lets take a break. You scrapped your knee? I have a first aid kit somewhere…

Etc etc, Max just always making sure El feels comfortable.

[ashleyfanfic]

"Stay A Thousand Years"

Is a fun little choral version of Jon and Dany's love song "Truth" from Game of Thrones. Oh, why did he write it? Cause he felt like it and it went with what could have been with their epic love story and BECAUSE THEY FUCKING DESERVED IT. Oh, don't think it's that important that this little version ended up being release? Did you know he also did a special one for Jaime and Brienne that was never released because Jon and Dany's was more epic?

You will never convince me that everyone involved with that show knew Dany was going down a dark path. NEVER! Yeah, some of the actors have to justify it to be settled into their role and live with the fact that they were part of one of the greatest television spectacles of all time that epically crashed and burned for bad storytelling and "subverting expectations". Guys, they literally tried to justify her death by saying "she killed slavers and we all cheered". TYRION SAID THIS! Yes we all fucking cheered. She killed people who enslaved other people. She killed bad people. Her brother was abusive to her and threatened to cut her child out and leave it for Drogo if he didn't get what he wanted. He was crazy and would have been a terrible ruler. But no, we should take the way he died and the way she let him die as her madness.

So, let's flip the coin and look at the perennial fanboy favorite, Stannis Baratheon. Let's see, who were the people we saw Stannis kill? Like, actually kill. Well, he sacrificed his brother and law to the lord of light. He tried to kill Gendry but used his blood to help along the deaths of Joffrey, Robb, and Balon Greyjoy. Granted, Joffrey and Balon were pieces of shit. But Robb, for all his faults and stupidity, looked to be a not horrible king. Then, in the biggest douche bag move of all the douche bag moves on the show, Stannis had his daughter burned alive out of religious zealotry. To help him win a battle that it was clear he wasn't going to win. His sweet, precious, intelligent daughter who loved him and him. You want to talk about characters on this show who did nothing wrong, look no further than Shireen Baratheon. But Stannis okayed her being cooked over a fire like a hot dog.

My long and winding point goes back to this: the villain arch of Daenerys didn't make sense then, it doesn't make sense now, and it will never make sense. Some of these actors get really into their roles and they mean a lot to them. They have to find some way to justify their actions in order to be able to make it come across on the screen believably. Which is what I think Kit's deal is, cause when he's actually made to talk about it with a fan or even in from of Emilia, he's not so set on Jon made the right decision. In fact, from the clips that were released of his chat with the fan over that zoom call or whatever, he's firmly in the Jon and Dany Together Forever club. He agrees that it made all the sense in the world for them to be together. Because it does. They are the alpha and omega, fire and ice, the true love story of that show. Their characters and their coming from nothing and into the front of the story is what it's fucking about. It's called Song of Ice and Fire. Not Ice and his shitty cousin he thought was his sister (don't even get me started on the destruction done to Arya and Sansa in those final seasons, or God forbid, Jaime Lannister).

I wish we could all agree that no matter what narrative anyone in the cast or crew want to try to pin on it, the final season failed so epically bad that a lot of things happened: a petition was started to redo the entire last season (which had no chance of going anywhere but 1.4 million is a lot of people), Kit Harington checked himself into rehab (there were signs during filming that he might not have been doing so great and God bless him he didn't deserve the emotional torture those two writer asshats did to him all the time), COUNTLESS celebrities all made it very public that they were with Daenerys, the ending was stupid, and she and Jon should have ruled the seven kingdoms, and the best, the piece that really tells you how badly they fucked it up, Dan and Dave were removed from having anything to do with Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. Honestly, none of us should have trusted them when one half of that due made the Wolverine Origin movie and made Deadpool silent. He's the merc with the mouth. You do not silence Deadpool.

If you really think the ending of that show settles with everyone ok, then tell me why Kit Harington is trying so very hard to get a show with Jon Snow started. He hates the ending his character had even though he said it made sense to him at the time. If it did that, baby, why you trying so hard to bring Jon Snow back?

And then you have the people at HBO. If you think that your favorite is the face of that show, I will out right laugh at you and call you a moron to your face. Aside from the dragons, DAENERYS is the face of Game of Thrones. Not Sansa, not Tyrion, not Jon, Arya, or Bran. No, the face is Daenerys because she was epic. There was no other character on that show like her. She is the one that TRULY brought magic into that world. Not only did she have the dragons, but she had been proven to be impervious to fire. That was shown before she was gifted the eggs. There was something special about her in her first scene.

Which brings me back to Ramin and his love for Daenerys. Do you know how many songs he's done for Daenerys? A LOT. "Mhysa" for one. He even admitted in an interview once that he liked writing music for her and her scenes. Of course he did. That's where all the magic was. He also says that he wrote the love song for Jon and Dany backwards, doing the large sweeping song of their love scene and then going backwards and doing the softer tones of them just bonding. But then, to find out that he'd written this other song, this "Stay A Thousand Years" based off Dany's line in the first episode of the final season to represent their love for one another and how epic it COULD HAVE BEEN. They were the point.

I'll bring you back to my brother's point he makes all the time: if Jon's purpose for being brought back wasn't to kill the Night King, then what was the point? There are scenes shot with Emilia where she is clearly wearing a baby bump tummy. Perhaps the true plan, what should have happened, was Dany being pregnant by Jon (otherwise why have Tyrion bring it up in Season 7 and then Jon basically "Hold my beer" to her if that wasn't going to be the point?). But you know what you probably couldn't do and get away with it, just have everyone kind of go along with it? Have Jon kill a pregnant Daenerys. You think people complained about Jon killing Dany now? There is no way they could have done that which means their ending of turning Dany mad and Jon having to put her down like a rabid dog wouldn't have worked. And what wouldn't it have worked? Because like the ending we got, it made no sense. Honestly, the worst thing that ever happened to Daenerys is actually meeting and listening to Tyrion. Her life went to shit after that happened.

[fyodoro]

-> 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

a broken love song that feeds your misery feat. Akito Shinonome

Genre - angst | Cw - break ups, post break up pining, reader breaks up with akito cause he was a douche, Akito is a douche here, cursing

To celebrate Waiting Room being put back on Spotify and Apple Music here’s this super duper cute fic I wrote in 30 minutes (/s)

Everyone knew it would happen eventually. Even you and Akito knew. It was a feeling of dread slowly eating at you over time, that it could happen at any moment, and you’d just have to accept it. But what if you felt better if you and your boyfriend broke up?

You and Akito were meant to repel each other, not attract. But you and him ignored this, no matter how obvious it got at times. He cares about his goals more than he could ever care about you, while you cared about him more than you could ever care about yours.

It was never meant to be. You knew it deep down, this was only going to destroy you bit by bit.

You knew when you believed if Akito was a teacher, you’d fail his class and tests over and over until he gave the time of day to help you pass.

You knew when you thought if Akito was a waiting room, you would never see a doctor. Only sit with a crappy first aid kit and bleed. Cause as long as that waiting room was him, it didn’t matter.

And as you told Akito this, he looked at you like you were a broken body washed ashore. He didn’t want anymore of you.

That was when you let yourself accept it, that you knew it’s for better. No one could make him fall in love with your poor parents’ teenage child the way they fell in love with him. No matter how much you wished, it would never bring you two together.

“Akito… I think we should break up. I- we can’t keep going like this.”

He held no reaction, he kept a straight face the whole time. No tears, no frown, no smile, nothing. Even as you bid him farewell, his voice never cracked. His voice didn’t hold any dismay, only some relief.

But this was for the better.

The way your heart drops when you see him in the halls, laughing and talking like he didn’t just lose someone who would take a bullet for him felt like a stab in the heart. But that stab in the heart was nothing like the ones you got when he’d ditch you to visit Weekend Garage.

It’s only for the better.

Even when you hear his voice on Vivid Street, you still hesitate to stop and listen. But you know if you stopped and listened, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from complimenting him, so you walk along.

You know it’s only for the better.

But in your mind, Akito is still a waiting room. One that you will wait a lifetime in. Even if your body is broken, you’d still wait a lifetime in that waiting room with a poor first aid kit. Cause if he’s that waiting room, he’ll be there for you. Sheltering you from the harsh truth.

The harsh truth that in reality, Akito is no waiting room. He’s the doctor constantly postponing your appointment. He’s the staff keeping you in that waiting room for an eternity. He’s the one who gave you the shitty first aid kit.

But one day, no matter how far away that day is, you’ll accept it. That this was for the better.

[thin-line-between-us]

Morals

Alexis Drazen x Reader

A story in which an overworked nurse gets herself into a tricky situation by being kind

Word count: 2956

Pt. 1 of what might become a series

This is set in a world where Elizabeth did less damage to his insides than in the show

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November nights in California were not particularly cold, but you’d never catch me outside without at least a sweater, which is exactly what I threw on over my surprisingly clean scrubs before leaving the cold, sanitary confines of my job. 24 hour shifts were not a regular occurrence, but we were understaffed for a week now and sometimes you had to take one for the team. My eyelids felt heavy and driving home felt almost unsafe in this condition. Coffee, the thought popped up as I was about to leave the break room after collecting a few stray things. Was it the best coffee in town? God no, sometimes it looked like someone had poured dirty water in the pot and called it a day. It did have its perks though; it was highly caffeinated and acted fast enough that by the time I left the elevator my mood had been slightly lifted.

“Where is he?! I swear he was here a few minutes ago, he shouldn’t even be able to walk yet” The commotion on the other end of the hallway caused me to pick up my stride towards the exit in case it was something horrid enough to keep me here even a minute longer and away from my warm shower and fresh comfortable clothes. A gust of wind hit me right in the face as I stepped outside and it was so nice to finally be away from everything and everyone. 

The parking lot was almost empty now, but it sure wasn’t when I came to work and I cursed myself for not looking to park closer. Turning the corner to where I parked my car I was met with an ass. Quite literally. First thing I see is a man in a hospital gown that had obviously been put on haphazardly as his whole backside was exposed due to someone forgetting the second tie. I looked him up and down for a few seconds before realization hit me. 

“If you’re trying to rob me or steal my car, you have very poor taste. The on-call doctor’s car was like 50 feet behind me and it’s a lot more valuable, plus he’s kind of a douche so I won’t tell” I said as I was still standing a safe distance away from the now startled man. I could see him tense and turn around so fast I spilled some coffee on myself from his sudden movement making me flinch. I knew I wasn’t in any danger the moment he grabbed his forehead and fell on his knees, the blood seeping into the front of his gown now much more visible to me under the barely there lights. At that point instinct kicked in and I lunged at him, forgetting he might still be armed “Whoa there buddy, let's get you back inside before you do something the people inside can’t fix alright?” but whilst I grabbed him to help him up he kept me firmly down by him and I had a moment of clarity that this might’ve been a bad idea.

“I’m not going back inside, I’d rather die here” was all I got as a response before he looked up. He had no anger or crazy in his eyes and I’ve seen both before, they looked like he had given up. He loosened his grip on me and sat back against my car but I no longer had the urge to run, he needed help and I knew I was going to be the said help unless I wanted him to take his last breath right here in this parking lot. “Okay we don’t have to go back in there, is there anywhere else I can take you? Preferably another hospital because you do need medical attention and the sooner the better” I tried to talk softly since he did have what seemed like a scalpel in his hand which he most likely used to attempt a break in mere moments ago. “I… don’t think so. No place that will be safe for me” shit, shit, shit was all that was running through my mind as I listened to him and knew I’ll regret my own suggestion. “Okay well I have a first aid kit here, but I’m pretty sure you ripped some stitches and if hospitals are a no… will you come home with me? That sounds bad but I promise I won’t finish you off, not a killer” I raised my hands in defense, smacking myself internally for even bringing that up and even worse, asking a stranger who already sounds like bad news into my home. 

When he attempted to get up from his position on the cold hard ground I took that as his agreement and held out my hand to assist him, which he gladly took before I realized my keys were still somewhere in my bag. “Lean back on the car for a minute, I don’t have my keys and if they are as hard to find as usual I don’t want you toppling over again in that time” he just nodded and shifted his weight backwards, not once stopping his looking around as if at any moment someone will jump out of the shadows and get him. He might not be crazy, but he sure is paranoid I thought to myself as I prepared to fight my overstuffed duffel bag. However, today luck was on my side as I opened the bag and my keys shined on top of everything. I pulled them out and unlocked the car, the stranger didn’t move, instead he held his hand out silently asking for the keys “No way, not a chance, not happening, get in the passenger seat. Last thing I need is you passing out from blood loss whilst driving, you already look like a ghost, who knows maybe you’re a hallucination” I heard what almost sounded like a chuckle from the man as i rambled on about his grim state before he shifted and slowly moved around whilst firmly holding on to the car for support. I got in and closed my door before he even got half way to his destination, briefly internally debating leaving him before pinching myself for even thinking such things. He finally got to his side and sat with a loud groan from his obvious discomfort. I started the car and pulled out of the lot going towards home before either one of you could once again think this was a bad idea. 

“Do you take wounded strangers home often? Or am I a special case? Because I don’t need pity, you decided that I shouldn’t die tonight” he finally spoke and this time I could hear an accent coming from him, his words were so quiet earlier that I hadn’t even noticed. His statement seemed very serious though  “No pity, got that. Does that mean I can stick a needle in you without any painkillers or numbing? Always wanted to try that and they don’t let you do it in hospitals” I tried lightening up the mood, but he seemed perplexed, as if he couldn’t quite tell if I was joking. His stare was intense, I could feel it send shivers up my spine but I didn’t dare to take my eyes off the road for even a second until I was safely parked by my small apartment building, it was nothing fancy but it sure was peaceful with only a few people living around me and most of those being elders. They’d be asleep or getting ready to by this time, so the chances of running into them with a bloody and slightly intimidating man were slim to none. 

“Alright, we’re here but I do have to warn you, I’m up on the second floor and there’s no elevator, think you can manage? I can always bring everything down and stitch you up in the trunk but that’s a little too trying to help roadkill for my taste” dark humor was not helping right now and I could see that from his scrunched face at the thought. He didn’t waste time opening his door but getting out was a different story. At that point leaving my work bag seemed like a no-brainer since I’d have to act as a human crutch for someone towering over me by at least half a foot. I popped the keys in my pocket and jogged over to his side before he could struggle too much, potentially doing more damage. No hesitation or questions were heard from the guy as he took my outstretched hand and leaned on my shoulders once on his feet. The trip upstairs was not as bad as I had first imagined it and once we were inside I chose to waste no time.

The moment he was stable on a chair in the kitchen I ran to gather supplies, everything I could possibly need as I still didn’t know the extent of his injury, he ran away from a hospital, how bad could it possibly be? Once I had everything laid out on the table from simple bandages to a suture kit, I froze. He had started slowly pulling his arm out of his gown, “Name!” I blurted out louder than I had intended and he once again had that look of confusion written all over his face, ‘Your name, can I at least know your name before you get naked in my kitchen?” I explained myself, looking at his face for more than a millisecond since meeting him. He was a very attractive man even if he was visibly a few shades paler, and I was right to avoid his gaze in the car, his blue eyes made it look like he was looking right into my soul. “Alexis” was his very short and simple answer before he continued shedding his gown painfully slow until he saw that it was stuck to his bloody torso. Alexis tugged at it once before realizing that was a mistake as he scowled and threw a few foreign words out at the sensation.

“See what would you do without me now?” I rolled my eyes as he leaned back letting me take care of the problem. All he needed was something wet and sterile to remove the gown with much less pain than his initial approach. I sprayed the bloody patch and waited for it to soak in, going in once more to make sure it was really detached before gently peeling it from the wound and skin around it. That gave me a quick moment to take in the fact that he was very well built, as I placed the fabric on his lap trying to keep him decent although he didn’t seem concerned at all. “I think I might need you to lay down, seems they repaired whatever internal damage you had and it stayed but you ripped a few stitches on the outside and I don’t want it to heal all crooked” I explained examining the wound “Get comfy on the table and I’ll be right back” I picked up all the unnecessary supplies to free up space for him to lay down before walking to my bathroom to put it all away. 

The last thing I expected was the first thing I saw walking into the room which elicited a very loud high pitched squeal from me. Even the unbothered Alexis was startled and snapped his head in my direction. Whilst I worried about keeping him covered minutes ago, he had hopped up on the table not bothering with the flimsy piece of material over his lap. “Not cool dude!” I walked around him trying to shield myself from the view as best as I could and still see where I’m going. I snatched the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it in his general direction. “You missed.” Oh great I thought to myself before turning to see where it had landed, but it was already draped over his lap. You wouldn’t have complained about him naked in any other situation because frankly it was a nice view but this was not the time for silly shenanigans. 

“I thought I was clear on the lay down part and why” I crossed my arms looking at him with whatever seriousness I could pull together at the moment. He complied and I finally approached him pulling on clean gloves and opening the suture kit “This will hurt Mr. Tough guy” I cleaned the area one more time before putting the needle through his skin. Almost instantly his arm was at my side squeezing gently but his face remained unfazed as he stared at the ceiling refusing to acknowledge what was happening to his torso. Second plunge into the skin and it was my turn to wince as his grip got painful, but the moment any sound left my lips he released it. A gentle sorry was all that was heard as he continued staring at what seemed to be the most interesting ceiling in the world. “Who got you this good? Seems like you pissed someone off” I let a smile slip as I thought about some of the ridiculous stories previous patients have told about their own stab wounds. Sometimes even I couldn’t believe the stuff that came out of peoples mouths. “A woman. Shouldn’t anger them, they can be ruthless” now he was looking at me and smiling even as I put in the last stitch and tied it off. “Ah so an angry girlfriend, better not tell her where you are or she might actually kill you this time” I cut the thread and opened up a bandage, sticking it right over the long line of stitches to protect them from any dirt. “Wait right here, do not move an inch” I was already on my way to the bedroom as I warned him with a very non threatening finger point. The box in the back of my closet was dusty but I was sure it would finally pay off keeping this stuff, he seemed about the right size. A pair of boxers, a t-shirt and sweatpants were easy enough to find and in no time I was back with Alexis in the kitchen, handing him the clothing “They don’t seem your style exactly but you can’t really complain either, it’s that or the blanket” as soon as the clothing was in his hands I turned around hoping he’ll get the hint to put it on. “And here I thought you liked me lying naked on a table” he joked around which made things at least that much less awkward, but soon enough I could hear the shuffling and a few grunts here and there as he strained to put on the garments.

Not even a minute passed before I felt a tap on my shoulder probably meaning I could turn around and not be met with Alexis in his birthday suit. Everything fit him almost perfectly except for the shirt clinging to his broad shoulders with the threat of tearing at any sudden movement, he was much broader than Brad but he was also taller so the shirt sat just right above his waistband. “You like what you see?” snapped me right out of my ogling and back to reality. “No” came out harsher than I intended but he was still a stranger even if he was a little mesmerizing. “You have a place to go? Pretty sure girlfriend is out of the question” I crossed my arms again trying to avoid his soul crushing stare. “Not my girlfriend, I said a woman, not my woman” he leaned back lightly on the counter not moving to leave and completely ignoring the actual question. “I have some spare sheets, couch is fine to sleep on but you will feel like your back snapped in half by the morning, my bedroom is off limits and the bathroom is right there” I pointed to the door to the right of my bedroom before quickly scurrying to pull out a pillow and some sheets for him. I didn’t feel like asking again fearing he might feel unwelcome even if he has nowhere else to go. 

This time the surprise in my living room was less shocking and more endearing, Alexis was already asleep curled up on the couch draped in the same blanket he had used to cover up earlier. I placed the bedding on an armchair next to the couch and went about my own nighttime routine as usual, picking some clothes from my bedroom this time for myself and jumping in the shower to wash off all the grime from the previous 24 hours. The water felt amazing until it got cold and that was my que to step out. Whilst brushing my teeth and finishing up I kept thinking about the man sleeping on my couch, he seemed strange but I didn’t feel fear as I usually would having a stranger in my home. I guess figuring him out will have to wait until tomorrow because all I could think about was getting some sleep myself. I stepped out to check on Alexis one more time to find him now stretched out, legs draped over the side of the small couch and soft snores coming from him. Nothing to scare me away from stroking a hand through his slightly messy hair, only when he leaned into my touch did I flinch away not expecting it and slinked back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. The moment my head hit the pillow everything started going dark and I was off to dreamland.

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Tell us all about how your ass got fucked you little slut

I know you asked this expecting an erotic story, but we're all about realism here:

Boundaries were priority. We had long discussions regarding what we wanted to get out of it as well as comfort and safe guards.

We went to a toy store and got a beginner's kit. Both my partner and I are into backdoor play so we did stuff for him first as we had already done that in the past.

We took turns showering and douching a LOT. He made green bean casserole.

Got drunk duhhh

First time anal felt extremely strange and foreign but amazing after a little bit. Bonus points for the fact that he can cum without worry

Laid on the floor while he brought me green bean casserole and we discussed feelings/thoughts/etc

Round 2

Round 3

Pass out