#it keeps getting distracted by bottom surgery

[windwardstar]

One day my brain will be able to focus on writing again.

[fbfh]

busy busy busy (but never too busy for you) - dad!tony + stark!reader

wc: 1.5k

pairing: dad!tony + (gn) stark!reader

genre: minor hurt/mostly comfort

warnings: needing to spend time with your parent, crying, emotional comfort, if you have daddy issues this one's gonna hurt lol

summary: after traveling with your dad on business, you find yourself missing spending time with him. Tony can't have that, of course.

song rec: walking the wire - imagine dragons

a/n: first fic finished post top surgery!!!!!!! the next few weeks posts will probs be shorter until I finish chapter 1 of the next multichapter fic lol. Also if I didn't say it recently I love you guys, thank you so much for all your love and support <333 PS if you need more personalized dad!tony.... character.ai works well for that lmao

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You climb into the car, settling into the plush leather seat as Happy closes the door next to you. You set down your bag and try to get your seatbelt buckled while your dad sits next to you, wrapping up a phone call. 

“No, no. I don’t care. I said-” He stops, listening to someone on the other end for a moment. He’s clearly annoyed. He’s had to deal with people simultaneously trying to kiss his ass and tell him what to do all week, and you can tell he’s getting tired of it. 

“Throw as many conferences as you want, they’ll all be Stark-less. Throw a whole party, while you’re at it- you know what? No, don’t do that. I might actually show up to that.” He mutters the last part, something that would normally make you laugh. He glances over at you, but you’re still fussing with your seatbelt. 

“Alright, how about this. I’ll refer you to Stark Industries CEO, Pepper Potts.” The person on the other end is already objecting, but your dad couldn’t care less at this point. He’s said what he needed to say, and this idiot doesn’t want to listen. He continues to wrap up this disastrous phone call as the car pulls into the street, and starts driving you to the airport. 

“She’ll help you get this sorted out.” 

He hangs up without saying goodbye, then looks over at you. As soon as he does, he knows something’s wrong. You’re not yourself. You’re staring at the bottom of the seat in front of you instead of out the window, or going on your phone. Usually you can’t wait for him to finish business calls, sometimes texting him in the middle of them - texts he’s always happy to receive. You’ve rescued him from pointless conference calls with those texts more times than he can count. You always have something to tell him or update him on, whether that be the latest social media drama, friend group drama, the show you’re watching on Netflix, or even Avengers memes you find online. You always have something delightful you’re excited to share with him without even having to try, and it lights up his day each time. Except now, with you staring into space. 

He hands you the coffee he got you, taking his out of the cardboard holder that had been resting on his lap until now. You look over briefly, accepting the drink. 

“Thanks,” you say lightly, but there’s something in your tone that tips him off. 

“You okay, kid?”

You pause sipping your drink, wondering how he figured you out so fast. He’s your dad, you suppose. That’s kind of his job. You thought you’d been doing an okay job at masking the hollow sadness that’s been eroding you from the inside out all weekend. It doesn’t happen too often, and you tried everything you could to distract yourself until it stopped working. Until now. 

“Is it school? Boys? Girls?” He asks when you don’t answer right away. There’s a note of humor to his voice, but there’s also a sincerity, and you know that even if it was school or boys or girls that he would help you through it. “C’mon, you gotta keep your old man up to date on all the tea. The hot goss.”  

You let out a weepy chuckle, tracing the lid of your drink. He’s always the first to know when your Starbucks order changes, and he always knows exactly the perfect drink to get you without even having to ask. It’s a little thing, but it makes you feel even worse. You’ve spent the whole weekend trying to ignore how much you’ve been missing your dad, missing spending one on one time with him that’s not in between meetings or over a late dinner. He works so hard, and he has so much on his plate, but he always makes time for you. 

That’s why he started taking you along on business trips like this, because you both hated being away from each other. Usually it’s fine, usually you’re off exploring whatever city you’re in, going shopping, or generally finding somewhat entertaining ways to pass the time that you can tell him about next time you catch up. It’s usually really fun, too. It’s just when it gets busy like this, you think, when he has all these meetings and you have all your stuff that you’re juggling that you start to get like this. 

“No, no,” you say softly, rubbing the bottom of your eyes when they start to get misty. “Nothing like that…” 

Tony listens intently in the silence that follows, waiting to see if you have more to share with him. The smell of his cologne is paternal and comforting, a familiar reassurance that floats around him and feels like a hug.

“I just miss you, I guess…” you start, speaking your mind before you can even think. Your dad has that effect on you, it’s so easy to share how you feel and what you’re excited for or worried about that it feels automatic sometimes, like it’s impossible not to. Tony feels his heart break as he realizes what a toll all the recent traveling has taken on you, both of you. He pulls you in for a tight hug. You feel the tears you’ve been fighting start to spill, Tony rubs your back reassuringly and it finally feels safe enough to. 

He tries not to dwell on the fact that you got to feel like this in the first place, tries not to let that voice tell him he should have noticed how you felt sooner, that he’s a terrible dad, because he knows inside that he’s not. He’s not his father, and he sure as hell won’t make those mistakes. He could let himself worry about how he’s doing with you, let it keep him up at night - hell, it still does some nights, even when he doesn’t want it to. It’s been that way with you since he became your dad. Instead of worrying about that, he does what he does best. He takes action. 

“You are such a sweet kid.” He states, pressing a kiss on your forehead when you pull away. He brushes away the tears spilling down your cheeks. “Unfortunately, sometimes being a genius-billionaire-superhero-superdad requires some meetings and boring stuff. But don’t think I forgot about the most important part of that.” 

The dad part. He doesn’t even have to say it, you both know that’s where he’s going with this. You nod along, sighing as your breathing starts to slow back down. 

“But you’re right. It has gotten to be too much lately.” 

He reaches into the small mini fridge sitting between the driver’s and passenger seats, crisply cold and stocked with both your favorite drinks. He grabs a water bottle, opening it and handing it to you. 

“How about this? We’ll spend the whole plane ride back watching movies together - or that show you were telling me about, the one with- god, what’s his name…” He tries to remember the name of that actor you’ve been talking about the last few days, and you chuckle, supplying the answer. He snaps his fingers in recognition, repeating it back to you.

“Yes. That’s the one. We’ll watch all those movies, and you brainstorm what we’re going to do this weekend. Dream big, kid. I’ll have Pepper help you organize the whole thing.” 

Your eyes widen in excitement, and you hug him tightly again. 

“Thanks, dad.” You smile. You really are both long overdue for some quality time together, and Tony knows if he has to attend one more meeting, he’s going to lose his mind. The cave he built his first arc reactor in was more interesting than some of the people he’s spoken to recently. 

“I love you, kid.” 

He looks at you fondly for a moment, basking in pride at what a wonderful, amazing person you’ve become. It’s not time for him to get all sappy on you with the dad stuff, not quite yet, so before he can, he grabs a fluffy throw blanket and spreads it across you. 

“Now, we’ve got a big weekend ahead of us, so get some shut eye. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.” 

Right before you start to doze off, you hear him on the phone with Pepper, filling her in on the plan. 

“Alright, so they’ve got about 25 more minutes of Stark business time, then I’m off the grid till monday.” Pepper says something about how they’re not going to like that, and Tony laughs, glancing over at you sleeping peacefully. “They don’t have to.” 

[valentine-cafe]

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For my order, I want Rishima!781 with a transmasc reader who keeps sending her videos of him playing with himself, teasing (and begging her) to come home and come take care of him (all while she's at work) ♡♡♡

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Soft machinery ambience of a busy one-man laboratory thrums comfortably into the ears of the scientist typing away at her keyboard, working attentively.

Beautiful magenta eyes stay in focus on the numbers and words appearing on the monitor each time she writes something new and changes up an old code.

The tunnelvision on the computer leaves her in a trance as usual. Working, something she truly is married to. Without it, she feels restless and uneasy. Aside from when she’s got you or her husband with her.

Even so, work goes on. A thing that makes you want to test her limits at times. A fun little game you’ve found yourself enjoying quite a lot. A tease, or perhaps two. You love the way her eyes twitch just slightly when it gets to her.

Message upon message you send her. Teases, videos, voicenotes, each time you end up with the messy fucking from both sides. You do it on purpose and she hates it. As much as she also loves it.

It would be lying if she said she didn’t need any sort of stress relief such as. But she does.

Beep.

Unfocusing her eyes immediately her body moves out of the chair. Like a reflex almost. After all these years of work in laboratories, her ears grow sharp and so do her reactions.

The small vials of blood she had put through assessment are immediately labelled with the aetheer’s names that she tested on. One of them being her son.

It’s time to change up his stabiliser. The old ones do not work on him anymore. This poor boy. He can’t seem to catch a break, can he?

Ah, no matter. He loves being who he is, it benefits his work. Which he is just as hooked on as his mother.

Putting away the blood tests into their respective corner, she makes her way back to her desk. Seating herself in the workchair she has had with her for she doesn’t know how long. But as long as it still feels good to sit in and her back doesn’t feel like it’ll break. It’s fine.

Soft fingertips ready themselves to type away at the keyboard once more, but end up being distracted as her phone plings with a notification. Her right hand immediately shooting over to see whether or not it was a message from an aetheer group— but it wasn’t.

It was from you.

She sighs, brows raised in question when she sees it is an attatched file message that was sent.

Might as well check quickly.

Absentmindedly, her left hand continues to type away at the desktop keyboard. Knowing numbers and equations in her head so well now she doesn’t need to look to make sure she gets it right. The muscle memory in her fingers is insane.

You know it very well.

A memory that will always stick to your mind was after you had healed up from bottom surgery- the feel of her hand pumping away so skillfully left your head spinning, you had squirted your cum all over her hand and she cleaned it up happily after.

Rishima opened up the messages and saw a dark screen, and so she squints her eyes. Wondering whether this was an accidental video or not.

But then she saw the timespan of it. Almost 3 minutes? Maybe it was a voice message.

The second her thumb tapped at it, you loaded in on the screen, your thumb teasing at your tip, while whining for her.

Quickly she ceased typing on the keyboard of the desktop, and just sat and watched, thrown off guard by the sudden images. Well, as thrown off guard as she could be. She show’s it to very little amounts. Her hand shakes a little, while her throat goes dry.

“Rishi baby. . . fuc-k, come home. Always working so ha-ngh, hard” You whimper pathetically, though she can hear the grin in your voice.

Without knowing, her teeth find her plush bottom lip and sink into it. You splutter your small begs and moans, and just as you are about to start pumping at your shaft, you move the camera to your beautiful face. Your handsomly, irritatingly gorgeous face. With eyes rolling back, while you laugh.

You know exactly what you’re doing.

She typed that as well in the chat as she finished the video, face red, as she put the phone away and she started working once more.

. . .

Well, for very little time, as another pling sounds from her phone.

A text, from you.

I’m not doing anythiiing, Rishima. Come home I miss you :((

A pair of lungs stutter with a hitch, while he thumbs move swiftly across the screen of the phone to respond to your message. Though she only gets halfway through

Behave yourself you know i’m at wor |

Be |

The message is immediately deleted as a picture pops onto the chat, she can see everything. From your chest and down. Those pretty top surgery scars, she adores tracing and pressing soft kisses to when the both of you go to bed together on rare occasions.

She denies the way you make her pussy flutter the second she sees how you’re squeezing at yourself, straddling one of the pillows while jerking off.

With quick clearing of her throat, she puts the phone away to continue working.

Oh but, Rishima, what worth is it to keep going when you await another message?

Ping, another message— another video.

Why bother watching it. She asks herself, rising from her chair, running a hand through her hair and clapping to turn off the laboratory’s functions. Except for those who need to run overnight scans and assesments.

If anything she’ll phone Javier and ask him to watch over the place while she’s gone.

Stop sending, and get ready. Doll.

The response came quicker than you’d thought it would. But with excitement sparkling in your eyes, you start pumping away at your erection. Letting out a small moan and breathless call for her name.

You feel her hand take over quickly the second she’s stepped out of the portal from the order. The ethereal light from it enhancing her beauty. Gods Why does she have to be so fucking pretty?

“F-Fuck, took you long enough.” You tease. Only for the grin that you wore previously fall into a large gape of your mouth. Your arousal drooling onto her hands.

“Shut up.” She groans, peppering kisses down your neck and to your pelvis. Her hands tugging at the panties she was wearing and slipping them off. While you take no time to get any of her clothes off. The shirt thrown to the side, with the bra scattered to a corner of the room.

Her skirt when last, your hands gripping eagerly at her hipdips. Enjoying the feel of the warm squish and tummy rolls below your palms when you move them up and down her sides. Breast in your mouth to suck at her nipple.

“Mngh— easy.” She whines.

So sensitive. It makes you chuckle in satisfaction, while your fingers move to rub at her clit. Left hand guiding her wetting cunt down against the hard cock, rubbing it inbetween her folds to collect the slick. The beautiful drawled out moans echoing out in the room shoots excitement through your tummy.

The bed puffs softly when Rishima lands in the soft pillows and mattress. Black hair sprawled out and her eyes tired but aroused.

You run your hands back to her hips again, squeezing at then gently. She’s needed some help with easing up. So you are here to help her.

Slowly, you begin pushing in. Still getting used to the feeling of being able to- and feeling it. The way her velvet walls clamp down on you sends your head backwards, a groan vibrating out of you while you smile, already delirious at the feeling of her wet cunt welcoming you in happily like the whore she is.

“Missed me huh?”

“M- mm— you’re infuriating.” She responds, gasping at the small thrusts and strokes that you begin with. The pace building as you both ease into the feel. Her arms slung around your shoulders. Red stained lips worshipping your jaw and cheeks.

“Fuck. Rishima.” You quitely groaned against her ear. Your hips jutting against her, stuttering as you felt her walls clamp down on your throbbing cock for dear life. As if they’re begging you not to go.

Whines begin cascading down on the pillowcases. As the woman below you begins moving her hips in tandem with yours. It feels so perfect and you—

Suddenly you’re flipped over. The warm cunt your dick settled in momentarily off of it. And you’re about to complain, until you feel the warmth of it come back down. And you throw your head back into the pillows with a crosseyed smile.

“Yeah, p-please— please faster”

Oh your adorable begging. She can’t deny you the pleasure of going a bit faster now, can she? Her own chest begins convulsing slightly from the stuttered breaths and moans. Hands supporting her on your chest. While her breasts bounce and jiggle with the rhythm of your position every time her cunt lands down to the base of your weeping dick.

Her hand moves to grip your jaw, making you look at the sight of your bodies joined together. The sight of your dick inside of her, the sounds of skin against skin — The mixing juices. gods, it’s all too much. You feel a rush clash through you. Orgasm rolling it’s toll and taking the whole run around the room to make moans bounce on and off the walls.

You hear her join in, the feel of her cum squirting with yours, and her body collapsing onto yours makes you instinctively wrap your arms around her waist and fuck into her desperately, with nothing but sloppy and messy thrusts and plunges to pull both orgasms out of you to their end.

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[throwawayhero]

hii!! could u please do headcannons for katsuki in a relationship with a trans man reader?? Tysm!!

Of course lovely! And thank you so much for sending in a request! Please feel free to correct any mistakes that I make, but I'll try my best! I wasn't exactly sure how to make the hc's specifically relationship orientated, so it's sort of a thin line sorry! c/w; afab, lgbtqia+, course language, menstruation, no quirks mentioned

He honestly had no clue you were trans when the two of you met for the first time. He had no reason to. And tbh, he didn't give a fuck when you told him. He sort of just.. shrugged and moved on? Nothing more, nothing less. But if you weren't already out when you met him and you realised how you truly felt a bit into the friendship.. he still didn't give a fuck! He accepted you, obviously, and he 'encouraged' you, in his own way, to test things out.

"Okay? Fuck does that have to do with me?"

He especially liked helping you pick out clothes. When asked to go with you to go clothes shopping, he would complain and tell you to get someone else to go with you.. but he would still grab his keys and rush you out the door (: (That's why your style is majorly inspired by his.)

When you told him what your new name was, he immediately said that it was better than your other "shitty ass" name. He also changed your contact name as soon as he could.

When you got your first masc hair cut you didn't tell him beforehand, so when you bumped into him and surprised him with it he stared at it for a good minute with a frown before saying that it looked better than the "rats nest" you had before. Bonus points if you did any form of bleaching and/or dyeing it, he says it makes you look less boring.

"At least now you look like you actually have a personality."

If he catches someone calling/referring to you by your deadname, whether it was intentional or not, he's onto their ass IMMEDIATLEY and he is NOT polite about it. He will sass them tf up.

"Who's that? Oh, you mean ****, right?" "Come again?" / "Excuse you?" / "Pardon?"

Kinda had no idea what binders were before you told him what they were used for. Insisted you got ones with cool designs and called you boring for getting solid colour ones only.

Genuinely became so much more involved with the LGBTQIA+ community because of you. His first Mardi Gras was a night he will literally never forget, for both good and bad reasons. If you dare MENTION a feather boa, he'll start having flashbacks.

He doesn't put that much thought into his sexuality. He's just the type of person to not gaf, yk? Call him what you want, he wasn't gonna sit there and confirm or deny. He just knew that he had been attracted to girls and guys his whole life, regardless of the extra stuff.

When you got your period for the first time around him he was pretty neutral about it. When you mentioned the dysphoria it gave you he did try his best to console you, but it just ended up making you laugh. He really did try to keep you distracted, even if he struggled exponentially. He let you use his Netflix to watch a movie/TV show while you hung out. ACTUALLY understood that cramps hurt like a bitch and gave you pain relief and snacks.

"Jeans cannot be comfortable for you right now, ya masochist."

Went with you to every T-shot appointment. He wasn't obvious about it but he always made sure that his hand was there for you to hold if you got paranoid about the needle hurting. Noticed the effects quicker than everyone else and claimed that he "won" at being the most supportive.

"You guys suck at this."

He helped you save up for top & bottom surgery and surprised you with the rest of the money you needed on a random Tuesday night. He'd never admit it but he "almost" teared up at the sight of how happy you were that night. And you'll pretend like you never saw the tear roll down his cheek.

[raibebe]

Genre: fluff, angst and a sprinkle of smut Words: 5.392 Prompt: trans Jeno x fem. reader

Warnings: afab Jeno, anxiety, mentions of body dysphoria, mentions of surgery, scars, oral (reader receiving), Jeno really is just a horny service top

A/N: Don't ask how this came to be. I had a prophetic vision. As for visuals, I imagined this Jeno to look like NCT Nation Jeno, specifically The BAT Jeno. Yeah. He's hot. Also, this wasn't supposed to have smut in it but... This Jeno is horny as fuck.

Special thanks go out to @wooahaeproductions for being the best beta reader out there, to @starlitmark for emotional support and to @honeyhuii for giving me his stamp of approval to post this!

“Hey…” “Hey.” You immediately sat up, turning all of your attention towards your boyfriend who was standing and stalling inside the doorframe. “Hi,” Jeno repeated himself, self-consciously squeezing his biceps. “You said that already,” you giggled, scooting back to sit up against his headboard and patting the space next to you. “I know…” He mumbled before closing the door behind him and slowly walking over to sit next to you, crossing his legs. “Are you going to tell me why you freaked out on me earlier?” You carefully asked, reaching for Jeno’s hand to intertwine your fingers. 

Earlier that night, you had arrived at Jeno’s apartment with a bag slung over your shoulder and butterflies nestled in your stomach. He had opened the door with a big smile on his lips and had pulled you in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “You look beautiful,” he whispered and took your bag to put it down in his living room for now. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” you smiled back and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, forever entranced by how small it was. “You’re whipped,” he grinned and turned around in your grip so he could kiss you again. “We’re going to miss our reservation if you keep doing this,” you sighed against his lips, fighting the urge to bury your hands in his hair and to mess up the way he had meticulously styled it out of his face to show off the cut in his eyebrow. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen.” Jeno just smiled, kissing you chastely one last time before letting you go so he could retrieve his leather jacket to throw on which made his shoulders look even more bulky than they already were. “They need to close the gyms.” “What?” He laughed. “You’re getting too big, you’ll start knocking into door frames.” “Stop being silly,” Jeno shook his head, intertwining your hands to pull you out of the apartment. 

Dinner had gone smoothly and the food had been delicious. Jeno had even gone as far as ordering a bottle of wine for the two of you to share which had enabled the both of you to be bolder with your public flirting. Maybe you had even gone as far as running your foot up and down his calf beneath the table, earning yourself a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk. And maybe you had given your Uber driver a hefty tip to make up for what he had to witness in his rearview mirror when you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Back in Jeno’s apartment, he barely had gotten his question of whether or not you wanted to watch a movie out before you had your hands in his hair to kiss him stupid. Trusting Jeno to keep you safe from the sharp edges of his furniture, he had maneuvered you into his bedroom where he had gently laid you down on this bed. He took off both of your shoes, carelessly throwing them somewhere in his room, making you giggle before he swallowed the sound with his plush lips. Humming in content, you let your hands roam Jeno’s strong back, getting distracted when he sucked a hickey into your skin just below your jaw. “Everyone’s gonna see,” you whined when he detached himself, his eyes dark. “Good,” he replied with a raspy voice, “Let them see.” 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” you blurted out, grabbing the bottom of his sweater to pull it over his head, leaving him in a tight tank top showing off both his tiny waist and his defined arms. “So not closing the gyms just yet?” He teased before ridding you of your top as well, leaving you in the red bra you had specifically worn for this occasion. “You’re beautiful,” Jeno gulped, tightly holding onto your top. “Thank you,” you smiled, carefully uncurling his fingers to put the offending piece of clothing down. “Sorry, I’m- A little awkward-” he breathed, still rooted in place. “Nothing to be sorry for.” You tried to reassure him, softly kissing him which he hesitantly returned at first before his body lost the tension again and hecarefully placed a hand on your naked waist. “I’m not going to break,” you spoke in between kisses, taking the initiative by climbing onto Jeno’s lap. His answer got lost in another hungry kiss you roped him into. Letting out small sounds of pleasure, you slowly moved your hips on top of him, hoping to feel him stiffen up beneath you. Grinning against his lips when he let out a gasp, you trailed your hands down his front, taking extra time to appreciate his firm pecs, only traveling down further when he shied away from your touch and whined against your lips. Filing the information that he was sensitive there in your head for later, you slipped your hands beneath the tight fabric of his tank to feel the dips of his abs. When you stroked upwards, you could feel the muscles stiffen beneath your touch, making you want to dig your nails into it. But before you could actually do it, Jeno suddenly broke the kiss, breathing heavily and pressing his eyes shut tightly. “Jeno..?” “I’m sorry,” he mumbled before he pushed you off of his lap and bolted from the room. 

Shocked by his reaction, you just lay there on his comforter.  You heard him open his balcony door and presumed he stepped out. What had just happened? With shaking hands, you grabbed Jeno’s discarded sweater to cover yourself up. Seriously. Why had he run off like that?

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Jeno sighed, squeezing your fingers, “And I love you. I really do.” “But you don’t want to have sex with me.” “No. Nonono, that’s not it.” “But you want to wait longer..?” You tried again. “No. I- fuck. I want it. I really do. I’m so fucking attracted to you but-” “But?” “I’m sorry I freaked out.” “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” “I-” Groaning, Jeno shook his head. “Take your time,” you tried to encourage him, “I won’t be mad.” At that, he let out a humorless chuckle. “There’s… There’s something I haven’t been telling you. And- and I feel really bad for it. Like I roped you into this relationship and haven’t been a hundred percent honest with you.” “Jeno, what?” “I’m sorry.” “Stop apologizing, honey.” You sighed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “As long as you’re not a wanted criminal in like ten different countries or are terminally ill and dying in the next five months, it’s going to be okay.” “I- can we- can we lay down?” 

“Anything you want.” You smiled gently, pulling back the covers so Jeno could slip beneath them. Immediately, he opened his arms so you could cuddle into his side and pillow your head on his chest so you could hear his furiously beating heart. “You’re so nervous,” you whispered, trying to calm him down by smoothing your hands over his upper body. “This is kind of nerve-wracking.” “It’s going to be okay. I love you.”

“I- Well, I haven’t- I haven’t always looked like this.” “Okay..?” “No, god. Fuck,” Jeno groaned and you had to stifle a giggle. “What I mean is, I haven’t always- well I have but...” “Jeno you’re making no sense,” you didn’t hold back your giggle this time. “Shut up, this isn’t easy,” he whined, playfully shoving you away. Still grinning, you sat up so you could see the smile mirrored on Jeno’s features. 

“Just tell me,” you smiled, gently cupping his face. Still smiling softly, Jeno turned his head to kiss your palm before he took it to guide it to a spot beneath his chin.  “You’ve felt this before, right?” “Your scar? Yeah.” “It’s… It’s from surgery.” “Surgery? On your chin?” “No… On my- on my thyroid technically.” “So it’s an illness,” you concluded, your brows drawing together as you traced the small scar you had never paid much attention to. “No, it was for cosmetic reasons,” Jeno stopped your worries right there. “Cosmetic surgery on your thyroid? I’m not following honey.” “The doc gave me an,” he interrupted himself with a sigh, “He gave me an Adam’s apple.” “An Adam’s apple,” you repeated dumbly because that did not make any sense either. Why would Jeno not have an Adam’s apple? Was he born without one? A genetic defect maybe? But what did it matter? It wasn’t like you were about to start a family and you had to discuss risks. “Yeah, they reconstructed it when I was twenty-one.” “So, you had an accident? And that’s why you freaked out on me? Jeno I- I don’t mind. I love you. Doesn’t matter if you have any more scars or anything. You’re beautiful. Handsome. Whatever you want to call it.” “No. No accident. But I- I do have more scars. Two pretty big ones.” “That’s okay,” you smiled, cupping Jeno’s face to gently kiss his lips. “God, you’re too perfect,” he finally put on a smile again, giggling softly. “Is that it? You freaked out because you thought I’d find you ugly?” Still giggling, Jeno shook his head. “That’s not it at all.” “Then I don’t understand what all this talk about sca-“

“I’m trans,” Jeno blurted out. “What?” “I’m trans,” Jeno repeated himself, way quieter than before, his eyes wide as he tried to read your expression. You weren’t quite sure what emotion your face even showed right now. Hopefully something like confusion. Because while you understood what Jeno’s words meant, it made no sense at all. “But, you’re a guy. A man.” “Yeah, I am,” he smiled, “Just not with the body to match.” “So you’re-“ “I was assigned female at birth,” he confirmed what you couldn’t find the words for, “I was able to start my journey to transition as soon as I was eighteen.” When you couldn’t find your words after a couple of tense seconds, Jeno sat up so you could see eye to eye again. 

“Listen, I’m sorry that I just dropped this on you right now. I should have been honest from the start. And I completely understand if you don’t want to see me ever again. But I just- everything was going so smoothly and I never found the right moment to bring this up and I- god after the stupid jokes Jaemin made about me using steroids at the gym, I thought you somehow maybe had a hunch and would- I don’t know, ask about it? I just want you to know that I had no malicious intentions. I love you. I’m in love with you. And this between us just felt so right and happened so quickly that I- I just did not want to lose it. If I were to lose it because of this… And I really hope that I didn’t majorly fuck up.”

“This… This is a lot to take in,” you spoke carefully and grabbed Jeno’s hands to intertwine your fingers, “Because I really didn’t expect this. I mean I got to know you as a man. You are a man. So, there was no reason for me to ever question that. But…” “But?” Jeno urged you to go on, anxiously chewing on his lower lip. “But I don’t think it even changes anything. I love you. And I don’t think I care that technically you weren’t born male.” “I mean I was. I just got the wrong body assigned,” he smiled lopsidedly. “You’re right, sorry.” “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Jeno reassured you, bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips, “And you don’t have to make your decision now on the spot. I can just drive you home or take the couch for tonight.” “I don’t want that, I know that. I want to be with you.” As if to prove your point, you climbed back onto Jeno’s lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I- I can understand if you don’t. If you want a real man who you can have childr-“ “You are a real man,” you interrupted your boyfriend sternly, “And I couldn’t care less if you have a couple of scars or have to take medication every single morning.” “I’m on shots,” Jeno smiled brightly, his eyes curling into little half moons, “Hence the jokes about how I get steroids injected.” “Well that doesn’t matter either,” you concluded, “You’re my boyfriend. Doesn’t matter what gender you were assigned at birth.” 

“You have no idea how much this means to me.” Jeno was positively glowing, his smile lighting up the room more than his crappy bedside table lamp. “I love you,” you whispered again before finally kissing Jeno again. The kiss wasn’t leading anywhere further despite your position on his lap but you still loved feeling so close to him. 

“I love you too,” he replied when you broke the kiss, “And again, I’m sorry for freaking out. We just got carried away and I wasn’t ready for you to just- Well, to just see me like that. Because it wouldn’t be what you expect to see.” “Do… Do you want to talk about that now?” You asked carefully when you caught his drift. “I want you to be comfortable and not feel like you have to tell me everything right now. The evening was already eventful enough.” “You have made me feel nothing but comfortable,” Jeno reassured you with a gentle smile and a sweet kiss. “I just want you to know everything so you know what you’re signing up for.” 

“Okay,” you agreed easily, falling back into Jeno to share another deep kiss. “Stop distracting me,” he spoke against your lips, playfully taking your lower one between his teeth. “Not my fault you’re so distracting,” you whispered back, adding to your point by squeezing the swell of his biceps. Smiling fondly, Jeno pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek, his eyes so honest and full of love, that you felt your heart ache for him. Before you could proclaim your love for him again in words that felt way too small for the feelings swirling in your chest, he spoke up again. 

“So I… I obviously had top surgery,” he began slowly, tracing a line beneath his pectoral muscle, “So there’s a scar running across right here. It’s not as visible as it was three or four years ago but I- I can still clearly make it out.” “And that makes you uncomfortable?” You tried to understand where he was coming from, carefully placing your hand right where he had traced his scar to not startle him. “It’s not- not really uncomfortable. It’s part of who I am but on off days, it just reminds me that- It reminds me of everything I went through. You know- body dysphoria and all of that. I’m better now. I went to therapy for a long time to work through everything and I’m okay now. Seeing the scars just sometimes brings back the not so pleasant memories.” “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” you quietly said and softly kissed your boyfriend again. You knew your words probably were nothing but a bandaid on an open wound but you felt like you needed to say something regardless. “I’m okay,” Jeno repeated himself, a lopsided smile on his lips, “I’m okay now. I can accept the way that I am.” 

Before he spoke up again, you saw his Adam’s apple bob with a dry swallow. “Well, you probably know there’s two big surgeries for transmen. And I- I only had one of them. That’s why I-“ He cut himself off with a groan before pressing his eyes shut tightly. “That’s why I never got hard when we were making out.” “Hey.” You gently reached out to cup Jeno’s face, working your thumbs over the worried creases in his forehead until you had coaxed him to open his eyes again. “I don’t mind,” you smiled. And you truly meant it. How could you be repulsed by the man you loved more than anything else? “I don’t mind.” “But I can’t-“ “There’s other ways.” You tried to sound confident and sure about your words but at the same time, you could feel the heat rushing to your face. “And- and we can find out together what works best.” “I would like that. I really would,” was Jeno’s only response, the bright smile you adored so much back on his handsome features. “I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve being with someone like you.” “You must have been a decent man,” you grinned, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him close, feeling his heartbeat against yours. 

“I love you,” he spoke into your neck where he had buried his face. “Thank you for telling me about this,” you replied, gently scratching the short hairs at the back of his neck, “For being so open and vulnerable.” “Even if I should have said something weeks ago?” “Even if this talk probably should have happened before we were about to have sex.” You couldn’t help but giggle, holding onto him a little tighter when he let out a loud groan before falling back onto the mattress. The following silence was nothing but comfortable and you almost dozed off when Jeno started to play with your hair. “We’ll take it one step at a time,” he mumbled, craning his head to press a kiss to your hair. “One step at a time,” you agreed.

“Are you… Do you feel like- god, I cannot believe how awkward I am over this,” Jeno cut himself off again when he felt you stifling your giggle into his chest. “What I wanted to ask was if you wanted like… More uuuh- information I guess? On me? As in like? How I work around my body? Or we can just put on a movie.” “Let’s get comfortable first,” you decided, tapping Jeno’s belt buckle. “Do you want me to lend you some clothes?” “You know me too well,” you smiled, slipping out of the bed to get rid of your pants since you were already comfortable in Jeno’s sweater. Smiling, Jeno got up as well to look for shorts for you to wear. “Do you want me to give you privacy to change?” “No. I- I want you to see,” he stuttered as he handed you one of his favorite pair of gym shorts, the hem already frayed from wear. “So you’re going to strip for me?” You tried to loosen him up with a joke. “Any wishes for music?” Jeno doubled down on the joke, even going as far as crowding you back against the bed until your knees hit the mattress. 

“Can I touch?” you asked with your best sultry look as you sat down on the mattress, looking up at Jeno from below your lashes. Gulping, Jeno seemed to think about it for a moment or two, frozen in place. “One- One step at a time,” he ended up saying and taking a step back from you. “That’s okay.” You immediately reassured him again, “That’s what we agreed on. And you took a big one already tonight.” “Yeah,” he agreed, “But I want you to know it all. I trust you.” With that, he took a deep breath before pulling his tank top over his head, leaving his torso bare. 

“Wow,” was the only thing you got out, amazed by how defined his abdominal muscles were. You had a hunch already because of how the rest of his body looked and you had felt them already but damn. He was jacked. “You’ll start drooling. Stop staring,” Jeno blurted out. You guessed that it was supposed to sound teasing but it only came out shy and when you managed to look your boyfriend in the eyes again, there was an adorable blush dusting his cheeks. “You look like that and expect me to not be staring?” “Stop,” he whined, crossing his arms over his chest to cover himself up. “Get dressed then,” you giggled, now finally focusing on the faint scars beneath his pectoral muscles that you wouldn’t even have batted an eye at if he hadn’t told you they were there. Sticking out your tongue at you, Jeno exchanged his tight tank top from earlier for a loose one you had seen him wear in the mornings already. 

“Now this might be really awkward,” he warned you as he unbuckled his belt. “Why would y-” Before you could finish your question, he reached into his waistband and pulled something out. At a loss for words, your eyes jumped from Jeno’s face, who looked like he was barely holding in his laugh, to whatever he was holding in his hand and had just pulled from his pants: It was an oval shape and a dark blue color, fitting just in Jeno’s hand. “What..?” “It’s a packer,” Jeno giggled, placing it on top of his dresser. “A packer…” “So it looks like I have a bulge,” he explained as he stepped out of his jeans to throw them into his hamper. And now that you were staring at his crotch like a psycho, it would make sense to have a little more volume filling out the dark boxer briefs. Kind of? You really weren’t sure. It wasn’t like you were staring at random dude’s crotches on a regular basis. “I- I got a bunch of ones over the years for like different occasions,” he explained slowly, stalling over opening the top drawer of his dresser. “But that’s maybe for another time,” he eventually decided and stuffed the one he had used today somewhere between what looked like socks. “I wasn’t aware that was a thing,” you confessed. “It’s not something a lot of people think about,” he agreed, “Usually, people just expect us to get bottom surgery and then be done with it.” 

With that, he climbed back into the bed, bringing his laptop with him. “And you… You don’t want it..? I mean it’s none of my business really.” “It’s a risky and complex surgery and it’s very expensive too. For now, I’m content with my body, there are ways to work around it. So, I don’t think I’ll get it anytime soon. The testosterone stopped my periods pretty fast but it’s suggested to get you know all the organs and crap out of there because I sure as hell have no use for them.” That comment made you giggle and you were glad Jeno could smile about it as well. 

“I can’t imagine how weird it must have been as a teenager,” you mumbled as you got comfortable against Jeno. “I was miserable,” he mused, “Disney?” “I’m here to listen if you ever want to talk about it.” “Thank you, baby,” he smiled, gently holding your chin as he kissed you softly, “It means the world to me that you’re being so supportive.” “It’s the bare minimum,” you argued but let Jeno kiss your pout away either way. 

“Moana?” “What?” You asked dazedly against Jeno’s spit-slicked lips. “Do you want to watch Moana?” He giggled, peppering kisses around your lips before he trailed down your jaw. “You do not expect me to make a decision on a movie when you’re- fuck, Jeno,” you cut yourself off with a curse when he sucked another bruise right below your jaw. “So that’s a no?” He spoke against your spit-slicked skin, making goosebumps appear and a shiver run down your spine. “Jeno~” What was supposed to come out annoyed, only turned into a mixture of a whine and a moan. He knew your weak spots way too well, one of his hands having sneaked below your (well his) shirt to squeeze your waist. “Hmm?” “If you keep kissing me like this, we will not watch any movie.” “Tell me to stop then.” “Can’t,” you pressed out before you roughly grabbed Jeno by the hair at the back of his head to smash your mouths together again, eagerly swallowing his deep groan. 

“Let me make it up to you,” Jeno whispered in between heated kisses that had your body thrumming with pleasure. “What?” You could only respond dumbly, nothing but static inside your brain. “I wanna make what happened earlier up to you,” he clarified, “Let me make you feel good.” “You already made up for it,” you smiled, gently kissing the tip of his nose. “But I really want to,” he whispered, giving your hips a meaningful squeeze, “If you’re comfortable with it.” “I am comfortable with you, Jeno.” “Then please?” He asked, giving you his sweetest puppy eyes with a pout that would make the tallest icebergs melt. “Should I..?” “No, I’ll be fine,” he reassured you immediately, “I just want to do this for you.” “This being what?” “Eating you out like it’s my last meal,” Jeno rasped right into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine and a spark of pleasure shoot through you, arousal settling low in your stomach. 

“Yes,” you all but pleaded, a whimper leaving your lips when you looked into Jeno’s dark eyes, a teasing grin on his lips. “Relax and just tell me to stop if you need me to,” he reminded you and when you nodded, his grin only seemed to widen as he pulled his shorts from your hips. “Almost forgot about these,” he murmured as if you weren’t supposed to hear it at all when he was met with your lacy red panties. Before you had even found the words to tell him not to stare like that, Jeno let himself drop down to his elbows and buried his face between your legs. 

“Jeno~” You could only moan when he pressed wet kisses to the fabric which quickly dampened beneath his skilled lips. Your breath got caught in your throat when he finally brought his fingers into the mix as well, teasing your entrance through the fabric while he flattened his tongue against your clothed clit. “Please,” you whimpered quietly, “Want it.” At the sweet sound of your voice, Jeno groaned deep in his chest and pillowed his head on your thigh so he could catch his breath. “Jeno,” you begged again and laced your fingers through his dark hair. 

“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he cursed before he unceremoniously hooked your panties to the side and licked a long stripe over your folds, moaning when he finally got a real taste of you. Tightening the grip you had on his hair, you held Jeno’s face in place, not willing to take any chances of him stopping. He definitely knew what he was doing, altering between broad licks and stiffening his tongue to fuck it inside you. And on top of that, his eyes never left yours. No matter how often you had to break eye contact because you were too overwhelmed by pleasure, he was always already looking at you when you dared to look down again. 

When he had your thighs already trembling with pleasure and threatening to close around his head, he had the audacity to wink at you before he stretched his jaw wide to fuck his tongue even deeper and if that wasn’t enough to have you see stars, he pressed his face forward so his nose perfectly stimulated your clit as well. “Jenooo~” Overwhelmed by all the pleasure, you moaned his name loud enough that his neighbors must have heard it as well and as if on instinct, your legs snapped closed around his head. At that, he only hummed in what seemed to be disapproval but you didn’t really care when the vibrations felt so good and when he forced your thighs open again, you couldn’t help the next loud moan tumbling past your lips. 

“You’re so loud,” Jeno mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Please don’t stop,” you could only heave, throbbing when you saw how the lower half of his face glistened with your juices, “Don’t stop.” “Okay, beautiful,” he smiled way too innocently for the position he was in before he attached his lips to your clit, softly sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Shit, fuck,” you cursed and threw your head back while you arched into his touch to which Jeno reacted in kind, putting his hands on your lower back to keep you arched high. Not only was that incredibly hot and it made it easier for him to pleasure you, you now had no chance to squirm away from him. You just had to take what he was giving you and oh, he was giving it to you good. 

“So close, ‘m so close,” you warned Jeno when you were all but riding his face at this point, grinding against his flattened tongue and pressing your clit against his perfect nose. The words only seemed to spur him on, throwing an arm over your stomach to keep you from squirming even more so he could take back control and work his tongue over your clit in quick strokes. “Please, Jeno, please.” You were so close, the knot in your abdomen pulling tighter and tighter but he had you tethering the edge, not enough to push you over. As if he knew exactly what you needed, he fucked two of his fingers into your dripping core and the feeling of being full was all that you needed to finally cum, making a mess all over Jeno’s face that he eagerly cleaned up. 

You weakly mumbled Jeno’s name while coming down from such an intense high that left your thighs quivering and your head fuzzy. With loving touches, you carded your fingers through Jeno’s messed-up hair while he gently dragged his tongue through the mess you had made to clean you up. “So cute,” he giggled when your thighs just wouldn’t stop shaking and pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of one. “Don’t make fun of me,” you whined, hiding your face behind your hands and playfully kicking his shoulder. 

“I’m not,” he promised, the tone of his voice way too fond for what he had just done. With gentle kisses and caresses, he made his way up your body again until he gently nudged your hands to the side so he could press his lips to yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Sighing into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close, hoping that the weight of his body would ground you. 

“Good?” He breathed into the small space between you, leaning his forehead against yours. “So good,” you smiled, tilting your head to playfully kiss his nose, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome..?” He almost asked which made you giggle again, pressing your smile against his in another kiss. “And you’re sure you don’t want me to..?” “Maybe another time,” Jeno smiled lopsidedly, “I’m- I- this was enough for me. I really like making my partner feel good.” “You definitely did that,” you reassured him with a fond smile on your face. 

The moment of silence between the two of you seemed to stretch on and on but neither of you felt the need to break it, simply basking in each other’s presence and studying the other’s face. With gentle touches, you tried to sort out the mess that Jeno’s hair had become while he traced the line of your lips with his pointer finger that you playfully snapped at to hear his giggle again. “I love you,” he eventually confessed, the three simple words making a warm and fuzzy feeling spread inside your chest. “Love you too,” you replied, sealing your lips in another kiss. “Thank you for accepting me,” Jeno whispered when he broke the kiss, rolling off of you to lay on his side. “Of course. I meant it when I said I love you,” you frowned. “But this is different. I’m different. It’s not- not everyone is this accepting.” “You’re still you. Nothing changed.” “Everything changed for me.” The sad smile on Jeno’s face made something shatter inside you and you had to swallow down tears as you buried your face in his chest, hugging him tightly to let him know that you wouldn’t leave him.

[violant-apologia]

Checkup

or; an Introduction to Marian Agnes Cook

featuring @waterlogged-detective's wonderful darcy doe!

words: ~1k

give it a read on AO3 or below the cut!

The surgery is out of the way. Discreet, one might call it, if the words “DOE CLINIC for those with ECLECTIC TASTES, INTERESTING DEFORMITIES or TOO MANY LIMBS” weren’t emblazoned on the door in dramatic boldface. She doesn’t bother the bartender as she makes towards the door to his erstwhile cellar. He, in turn, keeps his eyes down and continues cleaning glasses. A simple tomb-colonist  is surely one of the least odd visitors to a clinic such as this. Or she would appear the least odd, at least.

She takes the handle in her bandaged hand (her left, though she’s practised enough that she feels almost ambidextrous) and pushes it open, revealing a damp stone stairwell. Snippets of conversation echo from below: half in posh English, half in burbles. When Marian reaches the bottom of the stairs, a Tentacular Surgeoness is waiting for her.

“Thotharoorithee!” she welcomes. Marian nods, distracted by the clinics interior.

An operating table takes centre stage: rich wood accented with flecks of amber and blood. Behind it there are cabinets upon cabinets, with labels ranging from the expected (“TOURNIQUETS”) to the worrying (“AMBER LEECHES”) to the worryingly vague (“EMERGENCY TOOLS”). On top of the cabinets are myriad jars, contents variously still, bobbing, beating and blinking. Marian’s always had a strong stomach, but curiosity is not nearly enough for her to examine the jars in detail. Instead, she turns her attention to the other figure in the room — a fellow bandaged individual in an apron and gloves. He washes a bonesaw over a sink.

“Dr Doe,” Marian says.

“Just a moment,” the surgeon replies. “My previous patient had the most fascinating blood. While I’m sure it would further the plight of Science to test its reaction with your own humours, I have an inkling that you’d prefer my implements clean.”

Marian doesn’t respond, simply waiting with tapping feet and ignoring the eyeballs which scrutinise her from their prisons of glass and cork. At last, the doctor turns to her.

“Ah, a fellow tomb-dweller!” he says. “What do you need, my darling? A cure for rotting? A spare set of ears? Or perhaps,” he mutters, scrutinising Mariam’s arm, “it has something to do with this—”

“Don’t,” Mariam says, snatching her arm away from Doe. He shrugs.

“I was only asking,” he says, nonchalantly. “It doesn’t take the Honey-Addled Detective to notice the lumps beneath those bandages.”

Marian maintains a straight face and unbunched fists.

“But where are my manners?” the doctor says with mock concern. “I’m speculating about your horrifying deformities when I’ve yet to even introduce myself. Doctor Darcy Doe, at your service.”

“Rithoree!” comes a burble from behind Marian.

“And you’ve met my assistant already,” Darcy adds.

“Marian Cook,” Marian replies. “You’ll pardon me for not offering you my hand.”

“I was right, was I?” Darcy cackles. “Well, let me have a look at it.”

“Prepare yourself,” Marian warns, beginning to unwrap the bandages on her arm.

“Whatever it is, my dear, I’m sure I’ve seen something an order of magnitude more gruesome.”

The final layer comes off, revealing a dark green mass beneath. A tangle of stems, thorns and leaves that rustle as she unwraps. They keep the form of an arm and hand, but the cut stems are clearly visible: pruning, to keep the bramble in line.

“Ah,” Darcy nods, “You’re a veteran. I never did get involved in that ghastly campaign myself – the whole ‘fighting for one’s religion’ thing is all rather gauche, wouldn’t you agree?”

Marian suppresses a sigh and stops unwrapping.

“I don’t see the issue, though,” says Darcy. “I hear these growths have a tendency to return when clipped. And you seem to be keeping the whole thing quite adequately under wraps. Ha-ha.”

There’s a pause before Marian speaks.

“My condition isn’t typical, even for a vet,” she says. “Their stems are painful, but they’re more like brands. They’re static. Mine…”

“Yours…?” Darcy prompts.

“The Law-Furnace that got my patrol left the others as topiaries. I thought I’d escaped with only my arm as casualty, but soon learned otherwise.” She peels back bandages on her hip, revealing leaves and the beginning of a bud. “When I bleed, I scab over in bark. When it falls away, there’s plant-flesh beneath.”

Darcy ponders for a moment, stroking his chin for effect. “I may have a solution for you. It might seem outlandish at first, but I bid you hear me out. Have you considered… not getting injured?”

“That’s what I’ve been doing for forty years!” Marian retorts, “and I am bloody sick of it. I joined the army to see the Neath, for chrissakes. I can’t spend the rest of my life cooped up in some old mausoleum, never risking a scratch or bruise. I will get injured, thank-you-kindly, I’d just like to heal instead of turning into a damned rosebush!”

Marian’s outburst over, she calms herself. The thorns on her arms turn back inward, having jutted themselves out when her anger flared. Darcy, who was waiting patiently for her to finish, speaks again.

“There’s no need for theatrics. I’ll cut to the chase: I’m not able to help you. But I know some people who might be.” He turns and rummages through a draw for a moment, before producing three business cards. “They’re rather far afield, but given your stated aim to explore, that shouldn’t trouble you overmuch.”

Marian takes the cards. Some list places she’s never heard of; some are in languages she does not understand.

“…Thanks,” she says, moving to leave the clinic.

“And I’ll offer you an echo for some cuttings.”

Marian rolls her eyes.

“Make it two.”

[tokiwarcube]

Rinse and Repeat

You've always been warned about overindulgence -- the whole "too much of a good thing" idiom has never really left the public lexicon, much to your chagrin. But you beg to differ -- you've spent countless lazy Sundays (and Mondays, and Tuesdays, and--), and have yet to grow tired of the sight before you.

Or, in which you get high and eat Pickles out.

Trans Pickles (✅ Top Surgery, ✅Bottom growth (t-dick lovers stay winning)) / Reader (AFAB, GN).

High sex, oral sex, established relationship. This is what love is all about. 2k words -- Enjoy! <3

His chest is firm beneath your hands, a firm wall keeping your body upright even as you sway with closed eyes, fuzzy in the head and high as a kite. Your lips upturn, eyes fluttering open slowly as you allow your hands to roam just a bit more, dipping them beneath his shirt to trace over his ribs, and then his crescent-shaped scars before returning back to open air and reaching half-heartedly for the joint pinched between his fingers. He laughs, holding it just far enough out of your reach. You playfully swat for it for all of five seconds before giving up, leaning against his chest with a sigh.

“Mean.”

He bounces you in his lap, jostling a little giggle out of you as you cling to him a bit tighter. “I think you’re high enough, babe.”

“Rich, coming from you.” You grin, looping your arms around his neck and settling yourself more firmly in his lap. He’s right, all things considered — with every passing minute you feel your weighted limbs become more sluggish, thoughts bleeding together in the hazy swirl of your herbal remedy. You just like to fuck with him, really.

Growing up you were always told that overindulgence makes the exciting become mundane, that even the most enjoyable things would become boring if you did it too much. But as you swipe for the lit joint again, you find that to be a load of horseshit. You’ve spent what seems like hundreds of lazy Sundays (and Mondays, and Tuesdays, and—) just like this, and every time is just as magic as the last. Go figure.

“Don’t get mad at me cause you’re a lightweight,” he laughs, flashing his teeth in a playful bite, before he brings the lit joint to his lips, inhaling deeply — and oh, he’s so pretty like this. You take him in as best you can from your position — the faint scar that rests on his upper lip, the strong line of his jaw, the glimmering silver of his piercings, and the barely-there freckles that dot his skin. Faded from his time indoors, you’ve always compared them to distant constellations — like anyone else as stupidly in love as you might do — but in your fuzzy stupor you really start to believe it. With closed eyes he casts his head back, flicking the end of the joint as he takes the smoke deeper into his lungs. He shakes the dreads off his shoulder with the movement, and with his throat bared like this, you feel your mind’s direction start to shift. You swallow back the drool pooling in your mouth, running your hands down his chest yet again — so distracted that you hardly notice the hand coming up to cup your head, pulling your lips to rest just millimeters away from his own.

The smoke is warm in your lungs, and the action only serves to stoke the heat growing between your thighs. Your eyes flutter shut yet again as you drink the vapor from his lips greedily, taking it into the depths of your own lungs. Pause for a beat, and savor the taste — earthy, sticky, sweet — and then blow it out over your shoulder when it starts to sting. You peel your heavy eyelids open only to be met with the green eyes of your lover, pupils blown wide.

“Can I help you?” You tease.

His hands tighten from their place on your hips, rocking his own firmly into yours. Your breath hitches, the pleasure of friction multiplied tenfold in your heightened state. You rock back against him instinctively, and his lips upturn.

“Think you can, actually,” he teases back.

His mouth is on your neck not more than a second after, beard scratching against the flat of your throat familiarly. Hot breath fanning against your skin heralds the pleasurable thrum of pain that follows as he sucks a line of bruises against your neck. What few thoughts you have left in your sluggish state turn to little more than static as your mouth parts instinctively, with your hands coming to clench his biceps for support, and God, he’s warm. The heat is sweltering — a concoction of the weed, his own body, and the growing need that burns brighter and brighter with every bite to your neck and every rock of his hips. His hands start to wander too as you lose yourself to his ministrations — moving down to grip your thighs eagerly before sliding up — pushing under your shirt, taking their time to explore every patch of skin. Every micromovement lasts a lifetime, nerves awash in throes of pink at his touch — too much and not enough, all at once. Needy yet dazed, you grind against him slowly, until you find yourself driven mad with want.

“Want you,” you slur, toying with the bit of boxer waistband that peeks up over his jeans. He hums against your throat, acknowledging, but does little more than cant your head to the other side to lathe his affections on new patches of unmarked skin. You swallow back drool yet again, feeling that last extra hit flowing through your system, driving your euphoria even higher and your dexterity lower. The metal buckle of his belt is like ice against your skin, and while it’s a miracle you’re able to move at all in this state of intoxication and arousal, your clumsy hands just barely manage to unhook the latch. He braces a single hand behind him to lift his hips just enough for you to lean forward on your own knees and pull the denim down, not stopping his lazy affections despite your eagerness.

“Pickles,” you whine, finally drawing his attention to your lips. He hums, pausing his movements momentarily and shooting a brief glance upwards. You’re embarrassed at how needy you sound — heat pooling in your core as he tries to pull your hips back down to rock against his own again, but you stay firm in your wants, despite the slick dripping between your own thighs. “Want to taste you, please?”

He smiles cockily, although the red that blooms across his face betrays his fluster, as he eases himself back against the duvet slowly. He laughs quietly, and call it love, but you can’t help but giggle a little too.

“Jesus Christ,” he smiles, throwing the crook of his arm over his eyes, “You’re always so fucking eager.”

You hum, shoving his shirt upwards to trail a series of kisses along the thin line of red hair that trails down his stomach, before pressing a single firm kiss to the darkening spot on his boxers and pulling down the material. His laughter dies in his throat at the action, hissing as his glistening cunt meets the cold air. His cock stands at attention, clearly just as needy as you after what seems like a century of smoking and grinding, and you can’t help but place another lingering kiss to the head. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair soon after, but you don’t need the extra encouragement, pressing the flat of your tongue against his cock, taking it into your mouth eagerly. You swirl your tongue around the head, delighting in the pants that fall from his mouth, before easing a single finger into him. And one quickly turns to two as the hand in your hair turns more insistent, more guiding, more needy. His hips buck against your face as you press against his g-spot, drunk off your movements, and your own hips find a rhythm against the bed in turn; too aware of the heat building between your thighs, but far too intoxicated off the taste of your lover to stop and deal with it.

“Shit,” he hisses, all but riding your tongue at this point. Your eyes flutter open to gaze at him, and what a sight for sore eyes he is. Back resting against the pillows, he grips the still-burning joint loosely. His eyes are half-hooded, but his pupils have swallowed all of the green in his iris, needy and wanting. He gazes down at you, red-faced and panting, swallowing thickly when he catches your gaze. Ash drips onto the comforter when he grips the joint a bit tighter, and he shakily moves the unlit end toward his lips for another hit — the high tolerance bastard.

You watch his expression closely as he pulls from the joint, chest expanding slow. He makes smoking look like an art with how slow he pulls — and just like that he parts his lips, and lets it free. Smoke coils slowly out of his mouth, not bothering to exhale and instead letting it flow naturally. Wisps of smoke tangle their way around his fanning dreads before dissipating into the open air — it’s such a sight that you almost feel bad when you suck a bit harsher, drawing a sudden groan and subsequent sputter from his throat. You hum against his cunt — amused at his dissolving composure, but too aroused to halt your task — and reveling in the twitch of his cock against your tongue at the vibrations. He extinguishes the dying flame in the ashtray on the bedside hastily, and tightens his grip in your hair, guiding you faster against him.

He swears, casting his head back as he moves with a new urgency against your mouth. “Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ, you have no goddamn idea what you do to me,” he groans. He throws his head back against the pillows, growing more incoherent by the second, which only spurs you further. Your nose bumps against his pelvis, bobbing your head along the length of his cock, and it’s not long until his thighs are clamped around your head, dick twitching against your tongue. He cums with a low, drawn out cry — muffled from the vice-grip keeping you in place, but heavenly all the same. You swirl your tongue slowly, drawing out his orgasm until he’s pulling you away from his oversensitive cock, still twitching.

You meet his eyes with a grin, climbing up a fraction to rest your head on his stomach. His disheveled form is a stark contrast to your own, and you feel a surge of pride at your ability to take him apart so effortlessly. You drag your nails up his sides, delighting in the shiver it brings. “That good, huh?”

He shoots you a half-hearted glare, but he can’t hold it for long. His eyes soften, grinning, even through the heaving of his chest as he comes down from the secondary high. “Fuck you.”

“You sure you don’t need a breather? Take five?”

“You—” he laughs. It wasn’t that funny, a simple reversal of meanings that would easily constitute for a middle-school-tier joke, but in your shared stupor, it seems like the funniest thing in the world. You laugh too, although less at your own words, and more of his own amusement. His scrunched eyes and upturned nose — beautiful as ever. But it’s not long before he’s looping his hands beneath your arms, pulling you up to be chest to chest.

He kisses you then, lapping at your lips insistently and leaving you breathless once again. You hardly even have time to reciprocate though, because he’s quickly flipping you into his own position — splayed out against the pillows as he pushes your own shirt up your body, mimicking your previous movements. A kiss placed to your ribcage — “Nah, I’m good,” he murmurs against your skin — a kiss placed to your sternum, then stomach, to the crest of your pelvis. Curious fingers hook into your waistband, pulling achingly slow, the damn tease.

“Could do this all day, actually.”

And as you gaze down upon him, pupils blown out wide with his taste still clinging to your tongue, you realize that you could say the exact same.

Yeah, whoever said that repetition makes life boring is a fucking liar.

[sehtoast]

A Slip of the Tongue (Homelander x Reader)

18+

3.8k - The sleepier Homelander gets, the needier he becomes.

Warnings: Pegging, anal fingering, anal sex, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, cum eating, spit, sublander.

!please note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. otherwise, the vast majority of Y/n's physical descriptors (eye color, hair color, etc) are kept to a minimum for the sake of reader inclusivity- and also lmao i basically stole spiderman for Y/n's supe identity, so there are some references to that

They’d spent the better part of the day curled up on the couch, watching some documentary VNN was airing about the history of Vought, stuffed full of lies and anything else that may make the company look good.  Homelander had picked it, giving some excuse along the lines of there being nothing better to watch.

Y/n knew that it was actually one of John’s duties to stay up to date with Vought’s self-published bullshit so that he could perform better on their behalf.  If Vought pushed a new narrative, Homelander pushed it too.  John carried that burden like the curse it was: constantly rewriting what was hammered into him for his entire life to better sell the image of the conglomerate.

The web-slinger gazed lovingly at the blonde head resting in his lap as he stroked his fingers through the soft tresses.  Homelander was in rare form that day.  His hair was soft and fluffy, unstyled after a shared shower.  He wore only one of Y/n’s t-shirts and his signature red briefs.  Y/n found it terribly endearing when John dressed down.  It always seemed like a silent statement that Homelander felt safe and secure with him, that he knew it was okay to drop his image and opt for something that didn’t scream strong, domineering, and perfect.

Within the walls of Y/n’s home, or maybe even as simple as the web-head’s presence, Homelander was allowed to just be.

Not only was the sight endearing, it was also… arousing.  Seeing him like that, so open, so exposed, so vulnerable– it sparked something within Y/n.  

The shirt framed John nicely, running just a smidge too small due to the differences in their respective statures.  It hugged his shoulders tightly, and tended to ride up when Homelander leaned either way, exposing his lower belly or back– sometimes both, if Y/n was lucky.  The lines of his hips dipped below the band of his underwear, and worked much like a neon sign to direct Y/n to where he wanted to be.  The hair trailing down his abdomen worked well to mark the path Y/n needed only to follow to get there.

Homelander had shifted around a few times, initially laying on his left side with his legs curled up.  Now, he laid on his back, his head tilted to the side to keep his sight on the TV screen.  Y/n’s eyes never quite strayed from the exposed skin of John’s abdomen, except only when he got distracted by the curve of his dick in those cute little briefs.

Y/n licked his lips absentmindedly, recalling that his favorite method of removing Homelander’s underwear was with his teeth.

The web-head trailed his fingertips along John’s hairline, sneaking up into the longer section of his undercut from time to time to scratch and massage his scalp.  He could tell Homelander was getting sleepy– he was far too comfortable to avoid the inevitable.  He watched John adjust again, moving back onto his side.

Y/n trailed his fingers from the line of John’s hair to the corner of his lips, trailing his index finger softly over the rosy pink flesh.

Despite his tiredness, John reacted instinctively, drawing Y/n’s finger into his mouth with a soft sigh.  He sucked the digit in, all the way to the knuckle, curling his tongue to play with it lazily.  He rolled onto his back, his head pressing into Y/n’s stomach, nuzzling into it for comfort.

Y/n slipped his middle finger into the mix, pulling another soft moan from Homelander– who looked utterly on the verge of dozing off.  His eyes hazed under his heavy lids.

“Get them nice and wet for me, baby.  I have a surprise to help you sleep…”

Homelander nodded, and Y/n swore he could feel a fresh gush of saliva flood against his digits.

When the drool started seeping from the corner of Homelander’s mouth, Y/n instructed him to shift, to get on his side once more and angle his hips– to give Y/n clear access to his hole.

Homelander groaned as a wet fingertip slipped past the band of his briefs, trailing down to probe him.  Y/n’s finger rimmed around his hole with a gentle firmness– just the way he liked it.  Homelander was extra receptive these days to being played with like this.  The night Y/n first fucked him, John was convinced that he’d had the most intense orgasm he’d ever to date.  Since then, he became more than comfortable with Y/n’s appreciation for fingering him, of pounding him into the bed, and of the occasional rimjob.  

He especially loved that those three tended to be a package deal.

“Mmm, Y/n…” he moaned, pushing back against the fingers that pierced him, yearning for more even through his tiredness.  An extra set of fingers found their way into his mouth, and John sucked greedily upon them.

“Attaboy,” Y/n praised, scissoring his fingers gently to stretch John’s hole.  The tight muscle gave way to the familiarity, and Y/n did his best to focus on John’s prostate despite the odd angle.  He leaned down to whisper into Homelander’s ear.

“So soft, my love.”  He pressed a kiss to the tip of John’s ear.  “So warm, so good…”

Y/n slipped his finger out– grinning at the soft groan of protest John produced– and brought his palm to his mouth.  He spit into it, then reached back down, cupping Homelander’s sack and gently massaging it.  He rolled the tender flesh in his wet hand, feeling John’s balls tense up inside with every wave of pleasure jolting through him.  Y/n trailed back to Homelander’s taint, where he rubbed gently for a moment, causing his love to cease satisfying his oral fixation to pant heavy breaths.

His fingers sank back into Homelander’s ass, causing the strongest man in the world to whine and buck his hips.

“Y-Y/n,” Homelander moaned sweetly, the wetness of his mouth dripping down Y/n’s knuckles.

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Please…”

“Mmm, not yet.  I still have more for you, babe…”

Homelander released Y/n’s fingers from his mouth and leaned back.  He reached up, bringing his lover down by the neck for a kiss, wet and sloppy from the drool that streaked across his chin.  John’s tongue rolled free between kisses, and Y/n took the liberty of sucking it into his mouth each time they reconnected.

Y/n made sure to fuck into Homelander extra sweetly during their kiss.  He simply loved the feeling of John’s moans reverberating against his lips.

When Homelander finally had a clear chance to look down, to see the mess that he’d become, he was met first with the sight of his cock tented in his briefs.  A large dark spot framed the tip of his shaft, wet with the unrelenting drool of precum.  He lifted his leg into the air for a better view, and Y/n seized the opportunity to give an extra deep thrust of his fingers, burying them to the knuckle.

Homelander’s face was flushed a bright red as he watched the scene unfold.

“Touch yourself,” Y/n whispered, watching John’s eyes go wide at the gentle command.  He loved that, despite the fact he never explicitly told John not to touch himself, he waited for permission anyway.

Such a soft, sweet, submissive boy…

Homelander moved the front of his underwear to the side and gripped himself immediately, mewling at the double stimulation as he fucked up into his hand.  He pumped his shaft slowly for a moment– just like he knew Y/n liked to see, and suddenly he felt the fingers in his hole leave to cup his sack again.

Y/n snaked his free hand inside the collar of John’s shirt, running through the dark hair on his chest before taking handfuls of his pectoral muscle, milking obscene noises from him in the process.  He could never quite get over the way John would fucking sing if he had his tits played with.  

“Make sure,” Y/n whispered into John’s ear as he gently worked his balls, “that when you cum… you catch it for me.”

Homelander’s eyes went wide before clenching shut, the feeling of heat building behind his eyelids prompting him to close them before he lost control.  He turned his face away from Y/n.

“Ah, ah,” Y/n tutted, his hand leaving Homelander’s sack to redirect his gaze.  “Look me in the eye when you cum.”

“I-I don’t– what if–”

“You won’t, Y/n replied earnestly, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to John’s lips.  “I trust you.  I always do.”

A pang of something struck Homelander’s heart, but he couldn’t focus on it for too long when Y/n’s hand crept back down and the other took his nipple in a pinch to roll it teasingly.

“H-hah!” John shouted, stroking his cock with an inhuman speed as he held eye contact with Y/n.  “Fuck!  I’m– I- I’m gonna–”

“Cum for me, baby.” Y/n cooed.  “Make sure you catch it.”

By Y/n’s word, Homelander came undone, shooting ribbons of cum into the curve of his palm as wanton moans shook free from his throat.  He forced his eyes to stay open, hot and red, ready to blow at any moment.  He kept the lid on the fire as he stared straight into Y/n’s eyes– those eyes that looked at him like he was the only man in the world.

“Ffffuck,” he exhaled, a soft sizzle betraying an unshed tear.

Y/n’s hand remained on John’s sack, gently playing with it while his balls tightened with each spurt.  When Homelander finally settled down, his eyes fading to blue once more, Y/n stilled his attentions.

“Still holding it?” he asked.

John nodded and shifted in Y/n’s lap to straddle him.  He brought his hand to his mouth, allowing the ejaculate to flow onto his tongue, making sure to lick up every drop of it.  He looked at Y/n, his eyes soft and his jaw cocked as he held his seed for a moment, allowing it to dilute with his saliva.

Homelander brought a shaky hand to Y/n’s hair, and the other to his jaw, forcing it open– despite Y/n’s willingness– and tilting his little spider’s head back. He leaned over Y/n and tensed his lips, allowing the thick mixture of cum and spit to spill from his mouth into Y/n’s– who was happily meeting the creamy liquid with an eager tongue and a sound caught somewhere between a giggle and a moan.

When the spit broke away from his lips, dropping the last ounce of it into Y/n’s mouth, John leaned down and took Y/n in a heated kiss, forcing his tongue through his lover’s lips to share in the taste of his fluids, each of them savoring it.

Homelander ground against Y/n through the kiss, rolling his hips to press himself into a pleasing friction.

“Another round already?” Y/n gasped through the kiss.  That certainly wasn’t the plan, but he wasn’t complaining.

“God– fuck, yes!” John panted, his eyes half lidded and glazed over.  “I need you to fuck me…”

Y/n leaned his head back and exhaled in anticipation, and John followed him, nibbling at his neck.

“I need you to fuck me so hard, so good,” he mewled between scrapes of his teeth against Y/n’s throat.  He pulled back and took hold of Y/n’s hand, bringing it to his neck, positioning his little spider’s fingers to wrap around it.  “Use me,” he continued.  “Use me hard!”

Y/n’s eyes were wide as he listened to Homelander plead like he’d never heard him before.  

“Fill me up,” John accentuated with a roll of his hips, his cockhead pushing against Y/n’s lower abdomen.  “I– I’ll be good.”

Y/n used his grip on John’s neck to pull him close enough to touch their foreheads together.

“You are good, John…” Y/n pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose.  “And you deserve to feel good.”  He hooked his arms under Homelander’s legs and stood, holding the most powerful supe in the world as he carried him back to the bedroom.  

Once he laid John on the bed, leaving him with a gentle kiss to both his lips and the tip of his dick as a tease, Y/n prepped to make good on his love’s requests.  He put on his pack-and-play setup and slotted the dildo in place after a brief setup hidden by the drawer.  

This one was new, and had a special feature that Y/n just knew John would love. The web-head hid the small remote in the palm of his hand until he could conceal it properly under the pillow. 

“Warm it,” he instructed John, holding the bottle of lube just a few inches from his face. 

Low intensity beams shot from Homelander’s eyes, heating the liquid perfectly.  When wet fingers grazed his already stretched hole, John spread his legs wider, welcoming the warm intrusion with an eager smile.

“Look how much you like this, you little slut.”  Y/n teased, grinning down at Homelander.  

“I’m your slut... ” John keened,  “Your good boy!”

“You are,” Y/n agreed while he scissored John’s hole once more, ensuring he was properly stretched.  “You’re my good, sweet boy.”

John’s eyes flared again, keeping a dim glow.

“Are you ready for me?”  Y/n asked, positioning himself at Homelander’s hole.

“Y-yes,” he gasped, looking down in excitement.

Y/n’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Then ride me,” he said, rolling over onto his back next to Homelander.

It took no less than a split second for Homelander to have his leg thrown over Y/n’s waist and the wet head of the dildo pressed against his hole.  He sank down on it in one go, throwing his head back blissfully as he was filled to the brim.

“F-fuck!” John moaned, his head lulling around while his cum-drunk mind tried to catch up.  “So good, so fucking good!”  Homelander began to rut against him.

Y/n slid his hands along John’s inner thighs, ghosting past his bouncing cock.  Homelander’s shaft slapped against Y/n’s belly every time the former sank down hard and came up fast, clearly using his flight powers to assist in fucking himself.  Little threads of precum clung to Y/n’s skin, following the bounce of John’s cock.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Y/n moaned, the friction of the toy pressing against him with each motion, finally tending to the flames of his own arousal.  “I wish I could suck you while you fuck yourself on me.  I wanna have you cum down my throat– have you clenching on my dick at the same time– fuck! You're so pretty fucking yourself on me…” He began to meet Homelander’s motions, thrusting upward when John came down, driving into him with all of his might.

“Nngh– f-fuck!”  John whimpered, he fell forward, nuzzling into Y/n’s neck while his little spider fucked up into him, slamming his insides fiercely.  “I’m your slut, daddy…”

Y/n stilled for a moment, his eyes going as wide as his gaping mouth.  It was quiet, and if he hadn’t been so in tune to the low rumble of John’s voice, he’d have missed it.

John moved away to look at him, worrying he’d done something wrong.

In a motion as fast as lightning, Y/n rolled them both and leaned down to take Homelander in a searing kiss, wrapping a hand around his neck.  He squeezed against the sides, restricting the blood flow just enough to have Homelander feeling lightheaded.  Y/n snapped his hips forward, thrusting into Homelander harshly. 

“Say it again,” Y/n demanded, the pace of his hips slowing to a shallow, circular motion.  “I’m your slut…” John breathed, gulping hard against the hand squeezing his neck.

“The whole thing, Johnny!” Y/n gave a sharp thrust, clenching his throat harder.  “Say it!”

“I’m your slut, daddy!” John keened, his eyes flashing bright before he clenched them shut.  “I’m your fucking slut!”

Y/n felt his cunt fucking throb at the way John had addressed him.  Oh, he was going to enjoy this.  

Every fucking second of it.

“And what does my little slut want from daddy, hm?”  Y/n rolled his hips once more, rocking into Homelander’s ass in shallow movements.  He leaned down and took John in a soft kiss, releasing the tension around his neck to instead run through his undercut.  

“W-Want daddy to f-fuck me…” Homelander gasped, his voice breathy and shaky.  “T-To Take care of me.”

“Mmm,” Y/n hummed, a devious grin working onto his face, “and just how do you need me to take care of you?”  The web-head reached down, taking John’s wrists and moving his hands up over his head.  Y/n secured them– well, as best as one could against a man like Homelander– and tilted his head as he looked down at John.  His love looked so gorgeous in that moment.  A drool trail spilling off the curve of his lip, red eyes radiating heat between them both, his chest heaving in eager breaths, hair mussed into a frenzy...  

He looked good enough to fucking eat.

Y/n reached down and stroked at John’s cock, rolling his thumb over the drooling head of it to coax cute moans from him.

“L-Like that!”  John whimpered, thrusting weakly into Y/n’s grip.

“What else?” Y/n pushed, giving a long, drawn out stroke to John’s shaft.

“I need to cum…” John gasped, peering through heavy eyelids at Y/n.  “Let me cum, daddy, please!”

“You can say it nicer than that, Johnny… Ask again.”

“Please, please, please, daddy!” Homelander shouted, throwing his head back.  “Please let me cum– I’ll be good!” John thrust his hips against Y/n’s cock.  “I’ll be your good boy!”

Y/n’s smile turned from devious to wicked, and he snapped his hips into Homelander, settling into a brutal pace that left the bed quaking beneath them.  John’s cries were muffled as he turned his head to his arm, but Y/n gripped his jaw and forced him back.

“Be loud for daddy,” he ordered, giving a particularly harsh thrust that left Homelander fucking singing.

Homelander’s noises increased tenfold, and he babbled through the rough pounding– some of his words entirely incoherent as Y/n built him up to the peak of pleasure, heat building and coiling in his core until he thought he might fucking die if he didn’t cum soon.  He practically screamed when Y/n slammed into him the whole way, grinding hot and wet against his hole, milking his euphoria for all it was worth.

When Y/n was satisfied with just how far he’d unraveled John, he leaned down to coo in his ear.

“Cum for daddy…”  He spoke sweetly, giving Homelander’s cock firm pumps as he continued to buck into him, stroking deep. He sought the remote and gave a press to the button as soon as John cried out his climax, shooting a load of artificial cum straight into him. 

John’s breath caught in his throat, and he gave a strangled scream as the heat exploded, burning through his entire body and tingling into his limbs. A beam of red burst from his eyes at the shock of being creamed, adding to the ever growing collection of scorch marks on Y/n's ceiling. He thrust against Y/n’s onslaught, his body moving on its own to seek more.

“That’s it,” Y/n breathed, watching his partner lose control, “Let go for me, Johnny.”  He fucked John through the waves of his orgasm, angling his hips the way he knew he loved the most– striking his prostate more often than not.  Ropes of cum painted John’s abdomen, and Y/n’s mouth watered at the sight– but he’d wait.  He’d wait for John to be coherent enough to enjoy the sight of having his own release licked clean from his skin.

Y/n let Homelander have plenty of time to come back down, and he spent his time peppering soft kisses everywhere he could reach, whispering praise between each press of his lips.  He stroked along the curve of John’s jaw, watching his love’s lips spread into a lazy smile.

“How do you feel?”  Y/n inquired, nuzzling against John’s neck.  His own need still screamed for attention, but nothing was going to stop him from checking in on his Johnny first.

“Hmmm,” John hummed, his eyes a normal blue now as he fought against his heavy eyelids.  “S’good… Sleepy.” 

Y/n moved to pull out, but a leg slung over his hip pushed him back inside.

“Stay in.” John whispered, groaning slightly at the push against his raw hole.  “I’ll…” Homelander trailed off, pulling Y/n down to nuzzle into his neck, and pushing his hand under the waistband of his pack-and-play underwear.  He was so sleepy, but he’d see it through for Y/n.

The web-head keened as John’s fingers slid through his soaked folds, immediately seeking out his clit.  There was no sense in dragging it out– he was on the fucking brink and it wouldn’t take much for Homelander to have him seeing stars.  So, he humped against John’s hand, seeking friction for his tender bud, moaning softly against his love's neck.

Y/n dragged his hand between their bodies, swiping up the cum resting on John’s abdomen, bringing it up to his lips to lick clean.  A deep groan reverberated in Y/n’s chest, and he continued grinding against Homelander’s lazy fingers, chasing his climax, coming closer, closer…

John sank his fingers into Y/n’s cunt at the last second, just in time to feel the full force of his little spider’s orgasm pulsing through him, causing his pussy to quiver and clench.  He loved nothing more than to feel it– to feel everything he could when it came to Y/n.

The pair laid there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, neither one caring to fight off sleep for a moment longer.  

They may have been too exhausted to talk about it, but Y/n would definitely never forget John’s new term of endearment for him. 

[nykie-love-anime]

Dads best friend

Aizawa and Present Mic are 45 and Reader is 25. Present Mic had you when he was only 20 and unfortunately you mom died during childbirth. He has been an amazing father to you since.

Warnings: smut and cursing.

“Okay bye.” Aizawa said hanging up his phone. “Is everything ok?” you questioned the man in front of you. “Yeah, everything is good. Your dad is fine, his surgery went well. We can go see him tomorrow the doctor just want him to rest for a bit more.” Shota replied with a relieved sigh. “He is stable for now which is a good thing and they want to keep an eye on him through the night that is also why we can’t visit.” He continued.

“Thank the heaven for that. I really don’t know how I would survive without him. He is after all my dad and I don’t want him to go yet we still have so much to do. I still have so much to show him.” You said with tears in your eyes. “I miss him so, so much, I haven’t been away from him in so long.” You said, lightly crying now.

“I know Y/N/N. But everything is okay and he will make a full recovery. He is okay” Shota replied pulling you into his arms. His heart breaking as you sniffled trying to keep your tears at bay. Hizashi is his best friend and he also don’t know how he would survive without his loud best friend and that is why he is feeling like a shitty friend for how he is looking at you.

He knows it is wrong but he can’t stop. Hizashi would kill Shota if he ever found out about the dreams he has been having about you every few nights. Waking up with a boner with no one to help him blow a load.

“Do you want to do something in the meanwhile?” he questioned you with a small smile. “Do you wanna go eat or see a new movie?” Aizawa asked pulling away from the hug even though he didn’t really want to let you go just yet.

“Can we go for a swim.” You queried. “Oh sure. I could go for a dip.” He said smiling at you. If he is going to hell he might as well enjoy life a bit more. “I believe we could really do with a good jump in the pool. Especially after the week we both had” He chuckled with you just nodding along.

“Let’s change into our bathing suits and meet at the pool in five?” “Yeah, sounds good.” You giggled running to your room excited to show Aizawa your new bikini even if it is not going to stay on very long.

“Let’s do that.” He mumbled looking at your jiggling butt as you run up the stairs. “Mmmh I could get used to that.” He whispered continuing to stare at your ass not knowing you heard him and you couldn’t be happier.

Shota was the first one out and decided to climb in the pool to settle his growing crotch. Adjusting his swimming trunks as you glided out the back door. ‘Holy fuck. I am so going to hell for this.’ He thought. ‘All I wanna do is fuck her.’ He continued with his naughty thoughts. The water helping with his issue a little bit.  

 Sighing he laid his head on the edge of the pool just laying back and enjoying the water in this warm weather. ‘Thank you, Mic, for installing a pool.’ Is all Aizawa could think to distract him from you in that blue bikini.

As you laid down your towel Aizawa looked up at you with a grin. You waved at him with a laugh and started pulling on your bikini top strings. “How is the water?” You asked pulling off the top causing the man in the pool to stutter over his words. “It’s lovely.”

Next to go is your bikini bottoms throwing it next to the top you begin walking into the pool. “Uuh, what are you doing?” the teacher questioned. “I did not want my new bikini to get wet.” You replied innocently looking at his shocked face.

“You know…” he trailed off as you sat next to him on the swimming pool stair. “You know you can’t be naked in here. Especially with me in here.” “Why are you getting hard?” you asked him with a teasing smile. “What, no. NO!” he exclaimed looking at your face trying not to look down at your breasts. “Are you going to fuck me?” you asked and all Aizawa could do was choke out no a few times not knowing what else to say.

“What are you even saying I am old enough to be your father. In fact, I am as old as your father.” He stated causing you to giggle. “So I am 25 I can make my own decisions.” You retorted. Smiling at the shocked look on his face.

“No, I am…” he cut himself off not knowing what else to do. “You have like three hours to fuck me before my friends arrive.” You said with a grin. “What are you going to do?” you asked prolonging the o.

‘Don’t do it Aizawa. She is half your age. She is 25 but she is still your best friends daughter. Who is in the hospital because of a car crash might I add.’ The little angel on his right side said.

He struggled with his inner demons. All you could do is play with your boobs biting your lip as you look at him contemplating the idea. Hoping he will consider the thought.

‘Fucking do it. You have been having dreams about her since she was 21. Here she is presenting herself like a gift. Yours for the taking. How often do you get the opportunity to fuck her. Fuck her brains out.’ Little demon Aizawa countered little angel Aizawa. “Fuck it.” Aizawa mumbled pulling you into his lap pressing his lips against your with urgency.

 Kissing him felt amazing. You have been dreaming of kissing him since you graduated from UA. Moving your lips against his you felt his hands wandering at your hips and you planted them right on your breasts.

Aizawa getting into the rhythm of you grinding on his lap your pussy lip spreading over this swimming trunks. Shota pulled you up and plopped you outside of the pool, attaching his lips to your neck causing a moan to leave your mouth.

“Fuck. Oh shit.” You mumbled as he sucked the column of your neck. “Please.” You begged not knowing what you are begging for. He pulled his lips away from your neck and got on his knees on the step.

Kissing down your stomach he got to your pussy and went to town. “Fuck baby you’re so wet.” he said against your clit and the vibrations caused you to let out a moan. He continued to lick and a few moments later a added a finger into your sopping hole. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes.” You chanted out.

Going back to your clit he began sucking and fingering you at the same time. “I’m… I am so close. Please don’t stop.” You moaned out. Continuing to suck on your clit, humming now and then you felt yourself let go.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes. Daddy I am so close.” You moaned. “Cum for daddy sweetheart, let go for me. Be a good girl.” He growled out continue licking as you came undone. Fingering you throughout your high. All you could see was stars. Your ears ringing as the pleasure started to fade away.

Panting while laying down was all you could do trying to catch your beath. “Wow.” You mumbled into your hand. “Thank you.” You said as you sat back up pulling him back into a kiss.

“Fuck baby girl that was hot.” He muttered in between kisses causing you to giggle going back to kissing him.

Pulling his fingers out of your pussy you inserted them into your mouth. “Oh yeah.” He grinned. “You taste so fucking delicious baby. Could not get enough of you. I think I want it for breakfast every day.” Aizawa said pulling his fingers out of your mouth going back to kissing.

“I wanna taste you daddy.” You mumbled into his mouth. “Next time baby.” He said kissing your neck. “For now I want you back in the pool.” Kissing each breast. “So that I can fuck you properly.” He said taking your nipple into his mouth and pinching the other one. Moaning into your hand all you could do was nod.

As he stood on the pool step his cock was perfectly inline with your mouth. Giggling you take his dick into your mouth and started moving your head up and down. “Shit baby. Fuck your mouth feels so good.” Aizawa moaned out.

Fisting your hair, he started slowing fucking your face a few times before he moved his hand down to your pussy and inserting two fingers and thumbing your clit. You moaned on his cock causing Shota to let your head go. “Fuck baby just like that. You take me so fucking well.” He mumbled as he started getting closer to the edge.

Rubbing your clit with his big hand you couldn’t help but moan from pleasure and a little bit of pain at the over stimulation around his cock again. Aizawa moaned. “Baby I am so close to cumming don’t stop.” He groaned out.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he let you not far behind. “Yeah that’s it sweetheart cum for daddy.” He said as he pulled his cock out of your mouth going back to his knees. “Cum for daddy. Cum baby.” He muttered against your clit. Moaning you let go falling flat on your back as the second orgasm of the day hits you full bang. “Fuck daddy, yes, yes, yes.”

Pulling your knees together to keep his hand in place for the pleasure to keeping going, riding out your high. “Fuck. That felt so much better that the first time.” You whispered causing Aizawa to chuckle as you let his hand go.

“Fuck if I wasn’t so tired, I would really suck your cock again. Wow.” You said smiling up at Aizawa who let out a cackle.

“How about we go to your room take a nap then continue round two. How does that sound.” “Fucking fantastic.”

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[the-final-sif]

(Screenshot anon)

ok so that might've been a classic move for an alpha in like 2003 but times have changed and literally no alpha acts like that nowadays. even if he WAS trying to court Dream he wouldn't have done in a video like that - his reputation is entirely at stake.

taking care of someone when they're sick literally isn't posessive though???? Like ok Jimmy's head alpha of the pack and has to kind of fight to assert dominance because al of them (except Nolan) are also alphas but that has nothing to do with Dream??? if anything he was being a good friend and taking care of someone who was sick. they shared a tent so he could keep an eye on him. that's literally just normal friend behavior - he probably discussed it with SNF earlier and had Karl hang with them so they could enjoy antarctica without having to constantly take care of Dream.

He's literally just doing regular pack leader behavior - and he appears to be really good at it - taking care of a sick member, making sure everyone's not freaking out because a member of the pack is sick, keeping an eye on everything. Dude sucks sometimes but at least he's a good alpha.

As SC Anon (sorry, are we good to use nicknames ?) said, the video was HEAVILY edited. Like, we see Dream and Mr Beast going in for a hug when they get back from the moutain but it cuts ; Nolan sleeping in between the two so that the proper space and third party rule is respected (and like. SC anon said it themselves, Nolan is the only non alpha aka the only one not "threatening" ?? I don't think that is a coincidence) ; at the start of the video they're always next to each others ; that comment Dream makes about knowing MrBeast is pantless ?? Like how ?. We could even see in Dream's longer version (bless its soul) how close the two were originaly. There were definitely some moves made. And I'm pretty sure it's intentionnal Karl was so much with Sapnap and George, to distract them from their newly reunited pack mate. Also I disagree with the "terrible public move" bc nothing untoward happened, Mr Beast was a gentleman on all regards. But 1) he made it clear to Dream in survival conditions he was reliable and a good option 2) he showed it to the world ? Like call that neon flash of "Omega gets sick in Antartica, I manage to keep them perfectly healthy", that was a good boost for his reputation as a carer (not that should matter for alphas, and it pushes bad stereotypes, but that's how traditionnal - and they represent à good part of Mr Beast's audience - saw it). So it was a win for him on every point

And it appears a third anon has entered the fray,

(I'm third completely unrelated anon in the MrBeast saga) FUCK THE BEAST, OKAY. Look we all cringed and laughed about that freak over here who posted the Dream clone switcharoo bullshit in the main tags but now I'm seeing that shit from another angle! How the fuck else would you explain him switching secondary genders that fast?! That shit takes time, no meds or surgery is that good already. Beast did something I'm 100% sure of it, he already dabled in curing the blind, what if he asked Dream to test out a new drug or procedure? I wouldn't put it past him to use guilt tripping tactics, he just went oh please please do it for the poor people that can't have the way more complicated and way more expensive procedures done and Dream agreed. The beast having drolo moments, him staying close to Dream during Antarctica, him talking to George during the football charity match???? That shit confirms it. Motherfucker was keeping tabs on the process and how Dream was reacting to the change, if there were any side effects or complications. He wasn't seducing a sick omega or being a leading alpha or trying to find a partner, he was looking out for his bottom line! And some of you might try to refute it because its been a century since the omega testing facilities have been abolished but guess what, Omegan Healthcare Regulations, Section 14 Subsection 8 clearly states that its LEGAL to use omegas for testing specific substances and or procedures if the omega gives informed consent before any substances or procedures are administered. Even if the Beast got caught, and he will because Dream's immune system is weak as shit and will reject whatever the fuck was done to him pretty soon, he would still get no legal backlash because Dream the idiot would for sure back him up in saying it was fully consensual and that he was informed on all sides and still took the risk. This is a lose-lose situation and I fucking hate it so much!

[ms-m-astrologer]

June 2023 Good Days

These are the dates and times when the transiting Moon is (1) in a sign ruled by a particular planet, and (2) making a flowing aspect to that planet. (Usually a sextile or trine, sometimes a conjunction.)

Mercury: Friday, June 16, 01:46 UT - 19:12 UT

People who are accustomed to Mercury/Gemini energy will find this a great time for learning, thinking, and communicating - but it’s also a good day for chattering aimlessly, being distracted, and gossip.

Venus: Sunday, June 25, 22:57 UT - Tuesday, June 27, 10:56 UT

Great for the more social side of Venus, although her other sides are also in play, especially the performing-arts side.

Mars: Sunday, June 11, 13:20 UT - Monday, June 12, 12:35 UT

And this is a good time for the competitve, “jock” side of Mars. It’s very intense, and we’ll have to work hard to keep from burning ourselves out.

Jupiter: Friday, June 9, 10:14 UT - 19:02 UT

A relatively short time period to explore the more Piscean side of Jupiter.

Saturn: Monday, June 5, 07:31 UT - 19:12 UT

If something takes lots of planning, hard work, and dedication, this is a great time for it.

Pluto: Wednesday, June 28, 08:55 UT - Friday, June 30, 14:20 UT

Good for therapy, surgery, sex, plumbing, getting rid of clutter, and getting to the bottom of things.

[isara0408]

Some Sibling headcanons between Shiromi and Kaga.

I've always liked the idea of these two being related. The most eccentric people in the school being siblings? A lot of drama 👀

I see them as half-siblings. They share the same father but different mothers.

They are two years apart.

Kaga is 5'5 feet and Shiromi is 4'11.

The main reason why Shiromi's mother decided to mess with Kaga's father was for money reasons, and their whole... fun was a mistake, but Kaga's father still wants to give his daughter the best, knowing how hard her mother works to get more money.

Kaga was disappointed in his father, but he tried moving on from it since now, he had a sister to keep him company and use as a test subject.

Kaga became close to Shiromi as they grew older and very eccentric from their parents.

Kaga's last name is from his parents, while Shiromi's last name is from her mother.

Kaga looks like his mother while Shiromi looks like her mother, so it's very hard to see how these two are related until they reveal it.

These two got in a lot of trouble from Kaga's genius plans and Shiromi's ridiculous ways of having fun.

Shiromi suffered a horrible accident that almost cost her life ( This is canon, I believe). She was in a very bad state. She lost a lot of blood and needed blood to be able to do the surgeries she needed, so Kaga, along with Shiromi's mother, gave the doctor the blood they needed to save Shiromi.

Kaga was always the golden child between Shiromi and he. Shiromi doesn't really care.

Whenever Kaga is part of a competition (science), Shiromi is always there to cheer him on and talk back to anyone who messes with her brother and his work.

Kaga always did Shiromi's homework when she forgot or was too lazy to do it herself. He doesn't mind doing it for her.

Once Shiromi was 15, she would start taking Kaga's gadgets and leave a note behind with her saying thanks and a noodle of herself on the bottom. Kaga finds it annoying, but Shiromi always finds a way around his security system. (This continued even during Akademi)

Shiromi would always run up to Kaga and jump onto his back when Kaga was distracted. Free piggyback ride! 😌

Shiromi is ready to fight anyone who messes with her brother: biting, hair pulling, kicking, punching,etc. She will do it all for her bro bro. One time during a science competition, Kaga's work was sabotaged by another individual, but Shiromi was able to see this and immediately started to fight the person.

The way they show each affection is through touch and words, mostly touch. They are not shy to hug each other.

They have nicknames for each other. They are mostly insult nicknames.

Kaga is close to Shiromi's mother. He doesn't see her as a bother or the evil one that got in the way of his parents' marriage. He sees her as a second mother. She's cool :>.

Kaga and Shiromi's mother grew closer when they began to take care of Shiromi during her recovery from the accident. It was a way for them to bond.

Shiromi is there for Kaga whenever he feels anything negative, and Kaga is there for her when she needs someone to lean on.

These two are inseparable.

Shiromi is willing to give her life away to be able to protect Kaga. Shiromi is not afraid of death.

When Kaga ends up having a crush on Megami, Shiromi always teases him about it but refuses to tell Kaga anything about her to tease him some more.

Once Kaga and Megami have their children, Shiromi is the favorite aunt.

The student council doesn't know Shiromi and Kaga are related. The only people who know are the staff, the guidance counselor, headmaster, and Info chan.

[ukftm]

Hey, so I've heard conflicting things about this: are hysterectomy's only done now when getting lower surgery? That's a part of my plans but with the wait times and everything (I'm not even on hormones yet but in the GIC system thank god) the thought of needing to keep my uterus until then honestly fills me with dread and I don't think I can mentally handle it.

I've heard some have managed to get the GIC to refer for one by itself but some saying they haven't and I don't fancy my chances of having to fight my GP on this in the future or trying to go private because I can't afford it. I understand it's not something they recommend for after five years on T anymore.

Hi Anon,

If your need for a hysterectomy is part of your transition then this would have to come through a referral from the GIC. This is due to how hysterectomies are funded when they are for gender related healthcare.

Hysto’s used to be done as part of your bottom surgery stage but this is no longer the case for New Victoria. Some are still getting their hysto’s done during their stages at Chelsea and Westminster though.

So depending on your GICs policies they may refer you for your hysterectomy locally so that you can get this out of the way while you are waiting for bottom surgery. Each GIC is different in terms of what they do, so you would need to ask your GIC when they would be willing to refer you for a hysterectomy locally. Your GP would not have a say on this so it is not something you would discuss with them.

As it sounds like you are only just on the waiting list for your GIC it’s likely that you will still have a long wait until you are referred for a hysto. But it’s likely that once you start T this will help to distract you from what’s inside and once you start experiencing the changes T brings this will keep you focused on other things.

[odaatlover]

I want to start T but I’m terrified of bottom growth. Reading your trans cole fics have made it sounds really awesome but I don’t know if I’ll like it. I think I might but I think it scares me that I can’t go back if I don’t like it since it’s there forever. Did you feel this way?

Hey there! I think this is common for a lot of people wanting to start T based on what I’ve seen, so you’re definitely not alone! For me personally bottom growth was a huge selling point because that area is the biggest point of dysphoria for me.

I’m gonna get a really personal here as I share my experiences, but when have I not gotten personal on this blog 😂 I’ve never in my life enjoyed penetration. And I don’t just mean I’ve always had trouble enjoying it, I mean I’ve always hated it so much that I’ve never even fully tried it. As a teen I tried fingering myself one time, and literally two seconds later I was like nope nope nope nuh uh NOPE. And never again has anything ever been in there. I just knew from early on that it wasn’t right for me and so I’ve always disassociated from that part of my body and pretended like it didn’t exist - as I still do today. I could only experience pleasure if I imagined I had a penis, and this is something that I’ve experienced literally from the very beginning of puberty. It’s all I’ve ever known. It’s like my brain tells me I’m supposed to have one, like it’s just so wired in me. How did I not know I was a trans guy? Beats me…I thought this was a common experience for girls and everyone just wished they had a penis 😂😅

Because of this mental disconnect from that part of my body, everything involving sex was a huge struggle for me. I could only use toys during solo times because it was easier to convince myself that way and actually touching myself would remind me that it wasn’t real. And when it came to sex with another person I never received, only gave. I had accepted that I’d never get to experience sex like people usually do, and I had made my peace with it.

So when I was discovering myself and doing research on testosterone and how it changed that area, I was shocked. I was like, is this real? Could this really happen? And it has really changed my life. I’m able to connect with my body in a way where before there was such this huge disconnect. I still struggle with dysphoria and sex, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was before. Eventually I want to get bottom surgery - currently leaning way more towards metoidioplasty — as I know that’s going to make it even better. But for now, bottom growth has really been one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and I’m not as pissed off at the world 😂 Don’t get me wrong, I still envy cis guys and get pissed off about it sometimes, but now it’s only occasionally instead of 24/7 lol

So, it can definitely be pretty awesome. Especially if you’ve always wanted to have at least something down there. But if that’s not you, it’s really not that different because it won’t be huge you know? It all depends on your perspective. But I will say, you definitely do experience random boners, especially in like the first year. Of course nobody will be able to see it, but you can definitely feel it, and it can get very distracting and annoying. But over time it calms down more. That and having to wear boxers now are the main things I’ve had to get used to. And keeping it clean like uncircumcised cis guys do.

This was probably way more information than what you asked for, but I hope this helps!

[chasm-connected]

feel like it really shouldnt be a big deal that im trans and i shouldnt really be able to be considered... like... clocky. as an obvious afab who is transitioning to null. like that feels like its not as stigmatized

but multiple times when i've seen a psychiatric doctor for a single appointment for some reason they've just gotten distracted in the middle of a serious topic and started asking me about my transition and this time my genitals and i just kind of if you're... not actually going to give me information that helps me... and are in fact going to get distracted from information that helps me because i have a low voice and an androgynous name... could you just like call me a slur and get it over with. that would be a lot more to the point.

genuinely i was telling this person how i have severe treatment-resistant depression and she started asking if i'm pursuing bottom surgery like okay can i go home now are we done here.

to be clear i would not mind any of this if it was relevant. i love answering questions about gender when it is relevant.

but like i am having a psychological nightmare this week and you want to know if im keeping my pussy

[cornertheculprit]

Uhhhh do you have any nick&Maya fic recs that are realllyyyy long? I’m recovering from surgery (rip to my gallbladder) and I need stuff to do

hmmm there are no particularly LONG ones that specifically center around just them but here are a bunch of them i've recced before (including one that's 76.8k words) and here are a few more i've discovered lately!!

a restaurant probably isn't the best place for a life-altering conversation (1k):

It's been less than a week since another life-changing case for Phoenix and Maya. While recovering, they go to their favorite burger joint, and Maya has something important to say... but serious conversations when they're both still exhausted are hard to keep up.

Never (1k):

Maya and Phoenix are sorting through the attic in the Fey Mansion, checking up on the (supposedly) priceless (supposedly) magical artifacts stored there.

A crystal ball gives them a glimpse into an alternate reality that never quite came to pass.

Sunday (1.1k):

“Can’t I come see a friend?" A small, involuntary warmth that comes with being called her friend. “At.. six in the morning?” In response, she holds up a plastic bag and shakes it in his face, nearly tipping over with the force of removing her other sandal. There’s a cardboard box at the bottom that bends precariously and exposes a chocolate covered donut, along with tinfoil wrapped somethings on top.

Phoenix and Maya spend an early morning together, aka the one and only time Maya paid for takeout.

Turnabout Ticket (1.1k):

Maya gets pulled over for speeding. It's the weirdest ticket the officer has ever given.

these aren't long, but they ARE funny and will hopefully serve as a distraction while you recover :) i hope you feel better soon!