#just had an idea OH MY GODDDDDDDD

[r0zzk1ll]

"this man, is weird.. CRAZY weird.." "he was always very bright.."

[berryhobii]

Baby Girl(ksj x reader)

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Seokjin x SugarBaby!black!female!Reader

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak with your partners before doing this), doggystyle, sex on a desk, missionary, anal sex, exhibitionism ig(they do it in his office), mentions of exhibitionism, public sex, sex toys(a dildo mold replica), dirty talk, begging, praise kink, slight rough Seokjin, double penetration, squirting, multiple orgasms(f receiving), a little aftercare, reader is dark skinned, reader dresses in Y2K and AaliyahCore fashion

A/N: Hi! I know I said a Seokjin x roommate story would be next but then this idea just popped in my head and I wrote it all in an hour. 🤪 I love a businessman Seokjin with a mean dom streak and a thing for praising. The rest of the ideas just flowed around that and since I do definitely get vibes from Seokjin that he can be egotistical, that sex toy thing actually fit very well. I’m still working on some other things but please enjoy this and my other works until then! Thanks for reading! Criticism is greatly appreciated. Stay safe💜

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His large hand pressed your head into the wood of his desk, office supplies thrown haphazardly on the ground from when your hands scrambled against it. Now they were held behind your back with his other hand, your bracelets digging into your skin but you couldn’t focus on the sting when his cock was pounding deliciously into your dripping cunt.

Your denim mini skirt was pushed up to give him access, your panties tucked in the pocket of his suit pants, the multiple belts you wore clinking and shifting everytime he pushed into your ass. They were actually digging into your belly a little but the pain slut in you loved it.

“Why do you always disturb me at work? Can this slutty pussy really not go a day without a cock inside?” His voice was low but as steady as always, not losing an ounce of composure even though he really wanted to let loose. That was saved for private moments, however. He preferred to only let out his own moans in the privacy of his home but those low grunts and growls he let out were good enough for you. With the way your squishy walls were hugging him, he was surprising himself from how well he was holding in his sounds.

“Yes, Jinnie! I always need your cock!” You moaned against his desk. He removed his hand from your head to squeeze at your ass, pushing the fat so he could get a good view of how your pussy stretched around his girth.

He tightened the grip on your wrists, yanking you back on his cock like you were a rag doll, your body pliant and willing to take anything he gave you.

“I know you do. I should just let you bounce on it all day in meetings. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He felt your walls clench at the idea, his eyes rolling a bit. You were such a slut, his slut. And he knew you’d do anything he asked, completely submissive and wanting nothing more than to please him. He was sure the higher power had crafted you especially for him.

His pretty little thing. And he spoiled you rotten—kept you in luxury brands, expensive trips out of the country, kept your nails, toes, and hair done. You were his pretty doll.

And you were even more beautiful when you were begging and desperate for his cock, mouth hanging open and drool wiping away your lip gloss, and throwing your ass back for more.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He growled, repositioning himself so that his cock could reach even deeper. You screamed once you felt the head of his cock press right into your cervix. Your body jumped, back arching to try and run away from the feeling but his grip on you kept you down. The slight pain only made you want more. “You’d like bouncing this pretty ass on my cock while everyone watched?” He grinded against you, his veins and the head of his cock pressing into your most sensitive spots.

“Oh my godddddddd…..”You drawled out, eyes falling shut and acrylic nails digging into your palms. It felt like he was all the way in your stomach, rearranging your guts until you shaped around his cock.

Seokjin yanked you back of his cock harder, eyes going down to the light pink sparkly butt plug in your ass. He used one hand to press on the plug, stimulating the tight walls of your ass. You let out a gasp, knees almost bucking and having to stand on your toes just to prevent yourself from falling.

“Oh shit please. Can I cum? Please please can I cum?” You begged, voice sounding choked up since you were already close to tears.

Normally, Seokjin would give you whatever you wanted. He loved seeing you fall apart but now, he was in the mood to tease.

“Don’t even think about it.” The bratty side of you wanted to retort. How the hell could you not think about it?! But before you could, he grabbed the base of your butt plug, pulling it out slowly. He had stopped thrusting, just buried in your walls for some much unneeded cockwarming.

You cursed against the desk, trying to relax yourself but it was hard with so many things to focus on—his cock, the plug, your delayed orgasm. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. But you weren’t anything if not a receiver so you’d take it gratefully.

He heard you intake a sharp inhale when he got the largest part past your tiny ring of muscles. Smirking, he plunged it back inside, essentially fucking you with it.

“Shit, that feels sooooo good in my ass.”

“Yeah? This perfect ass is always stretched out for me, isn’t it?” He released your wrists to lay a slap on your flesh but you knew better than to move them from their position.

“Yes, sir.” You cried when he thrusted it a little harder, tears beginning to build at your waterline.

Seokjin finally finally pulled the plug from your ass, setting it aside for later. Pulling out of your cunt, groaning from the way your walls hugged him as if you didn’t want to let go, he instructed you to stand. “Get up and turn around.”

You obliged, although slowly since it felt like you weren’t even in your body. As always, he made sure to keep his hands out just in case you fell. It made you feel good. Even in the throes of a dom/sub scene, he was still so protective and always looking out for you.

Once you were facing him, you took a moment to really take him in—hair still perfectly smoothed back, his suit was a little wrinkly but that was expected since you pounced him before he barely sat in his chair. His eyes were slightly glazed over, pupils dilated and plump lips shiny from licking over them.

Yummy.

You didn’t have a lot of time to admire him before he was hauling you up on his desk, your arms flying to his shoulders to keep yourself balanced. Once you were on the desk, he moved your legs so that you were spread out before him. With your feet on the edge of the desk, that gave him the full view of your winking pussy. His eyes traveled up your body, frowning when he saw how your white crop top still covered your chest, the words “IM A SLUT’ in big pink letters going across the front, complete with your fluffy white boots on your feet. You were also covered in some kind of body shimmer, the natural glow of your dark skin enunciated by the glitter all over your arms, legs, and neck.

He quite liked your style. You told him it was inspired by Y2K with your own mixture of cute accessories and designs. Your hair tied the whole look together—two pigtails with hair that reached your lower back, fluffy scrunchies holding them in place.

You looked adorable. Just like his pretty little girl. And when your eyes were begging for him to touch you, your pussy juices dripping down your ass, and your chest heaving, you looked like his pretty slut, ready to be absolutely destroyed.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he reached down to unlock the bottom drawer on his desk. He input the code and opened it, taking two things out, one being lube.

You watched with hungry eyes as he slathered up his cock that was still shiny with your juices. You already knew what was coming, your pussy clenching in excitement and anticipation.

You adjusted yourself a little so that he could have full access. He noticed and smirked, stroking his cock much to your viewing pleasure.

He came closer, gripping your thighs and pulling you closer. You reclined back a little on your hands, staring up at him with your cat like eyes. “Want me to fuck your ass, baby doll?”

“Yes sir.” Your hand traveled down your body to began rubbing slow, antagonizing circles into your clit. It was more to just rile him up than to actually make yourself cum. “Please fuck me. I need it so badly.”

Biting his lip, he lined his cock up with your hole, sinking in with one motion. The overwhelming and absolute lung punishing intrusion forced a scream from your throat. Not even your butt plug could fully prepare you from the monster of a cock Seokjin had.

Your manicured nails scratched along his desk, mouth dropped open and feet slipping off the wood. Thankfully, he was there to keep them in place, hands digging into your legs as he willed himself not to cum. Nothing could beat your pussy but damn, your ass was just as good. It clenched sporadically around him, the muscles trying to both suck him in and push him out.

He waited until you were adjusted, your head lifting back up and tears actually running down your face.

Reaching for the second item, he handed it to you; a purple dildo that just so happened to be a replica mold of Seokjin’s cock. Actually, all of your dildos were just molds of him. Other kinds couldn’t satisfy you after you found Seokjin so you insisted on only having him. Seokjin, being the ever attentive man, ordered you about 4 mold kits and helped you complete each one. The dildos were a great substitution too, especially when you’d send him naughty videos of you riding one when he’d go on business trips. It honestly fueled Seokjin’s ego—the fact that you couldn’t get enough of his cock and the way you jumped at the packages when they got delivered. It gave him a little boost knowing you were that obsessed with him and his cock. And it was very hot seeing you fuck yourself with them. He could imagine it being him stretching your tight walls and bringing you to the edge.

“Here. Fuck yourself with this. I want you to cum on two cocks.”

You couldn’t help but smile, taking the dildo from him. It felt so familiar in your hands. “You’re really gonna be the death of me, Jinnie.”

He sniffed a smile and shrugged. “Then I better only fuck you within an inch of your life.”

You ran the dildo up and down your folds, sighing when it nudged against your clit. After lubricating it enough with your juices, you locked eyes with Seokjin, making sure he saw your expression as you slid the toy inside.

Mouth dropping open, you slowly pushed it inside, walls clenching around it. Once it was all the way in, Seokjin wasted no time in starting his thrusts.

His strokes were long and deep, wanting you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. He kept his eyes on your face, your own eyes fluttering shut as you matched his strokes with the dildo. It felt so fucking good. That band in your stomach was tight enough to choke someone with and you could feel that extra pressure from having both holes filled. You almost wished you had another one in your mouth but beggars can’t be choosers.

Already feeling close, Seokjin began thrusting deep and fast, hitting all of your spots. You worked the dildo faster, the wet sounds drowning out the creak of his desk and your high whines.

“Oh my fuck!” You cried out when you slightly positioned the dildo to start hitting your gspot. You couldn’t take your eyes off how it moved in and out of you. Something about fucking yourself while Seokjin fucked your ass just sent your pleasure from the bottom floor to the penthouse. “Can I cum, baby?! Please can I cum?”

This would be a perfect opportunity to deny you and then give you a good punishment later but you’ve been such a good girl that he didn’t have the heart anymore.

He worked his hips faster, leaning forward to suck your earlobe into his mouth before whispering, “Go ahead. Cum all over two cocks.”

You pushed the dildo in and out at a brutal pace, climbing higher and higher until your orgasm slammed into you. With that orgasm, you pulled the dildo out, a stream of liquid following it. Seokjin leaned back, eyes locking with the sight as you slapped the dildo against your clit. Your body shook, eyes rolling back and legs jerking in Seokjin’s hold.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He praised, feeling his own cock throb with the need to cum.

That praise pushed you further. Slipping the dildo back inside, you worked yourself up to yet another orgasm right after the first one, pulling the dildo out to slap against your clit. Everything was so wet and heady, the scent of sex permeating the large office. His cleaning team would not be happy but they’d get over it.

“Gonna fill this ass up, princess. You want it?”

You could barely hear him but you still nodded, ears ringing from the assault of orgasms coursing through your body. You just couldn’t stop.

Seokjin gave you a few more deep strokes before he buried himself to the hilt, letting out a moan against your ear as he shivered through his orgasm.

Once both of you came down, he pulled out of you, grabbing your butt plug again. Through your haze, you could feel him tease the tip of it at your hole. As if on auto pilot, you dropped the dildo, leaning all the way on your back and reaching your hands down to pull your ass cheeks apart.

You were just……his perfect slut. He should get you more of those shirts you were wearing.

After pushing the plug back inside and trapping his cum inside of you, he moved for that private drawer again. This time, he pulled out some wipes to clean you up with it.

After that, he helped you off the desk, holding you steady before you could stumble. You let out a yawn, nuzzling into his chest and inhaling his cologne. It was your favorite scent on him. Your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him closer to you. He sighed softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“Are you hungry? We can grab a bite on our way home.”

You tilted your head from his chest, blinking up at him. “Home? Don’t you have a meeting?”

He smiled, a smile that sent a warm feeling all the way down to your toes.

“Well, thanks to a certain someone squirting like a dirty slut, my pants are soaking wet.”

Your smile was wide, not feeling the least bit scolded or showing a hint of regret. “That’s crazy. Well, looks like you should go home and fuck that dirty slut until she apologizes.”

“How about until she begs me to stop?”

“Whichever comes first. Can we get crepes, please?”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

[luffythinker]

I like how the artist from that picture toi rebloged with that AU had to put "pushing 30 and unmarried" like, are they gonna get married? WHERES THE REST?

here's the art in case someone doesn't know what we're talking about: art

BUT YES OH MY GODDDD IM OBSESSED WHEN I TELL YOU I DREAMED ABOUT THIS A COUPLE OF NIGHTS AGO UGHHHHHHH i never even considered the idea of them falling out after the war but its just soooooo good like imagine neither of them pursuing hero as a job and try to just live a normal life because they're just so fucking traumatized by it all.....

meeting 10+ years later and trying to work out a relationship, their past and what the other's presence might bring into their memories/ptsd godddddddd im gonna scream i love this idea so so much, someone please explore more about this in a 100k fic or something

[starwalker03]

I’m not sure if this question is crack or not. What would WMLP Dick do if Batman plus a Justice League team up beat up Slade and threw him in the phantom zone? Superman let Bruce cause they were both pissed about Slade killing Dick.

oh my godddddddd. because that's like. he's not getting Slade out of there. he's just not. the only way he has a chance to do that would be to get help from wither the league itself or... i don't even know. the future heroes have access I think. i don't even know. but Dick's not managing that.

(okay this got long so uhhhhh)

I mean I guess he's becoming Deathstroke! he probably would like to save Slade, and that's a goal int he back of his head, but he has no idea how to do that. so in the meantime he'll take up the mantle and get to work.

okay but if he did, I imagine Clark and Bruce like 'we're not letting him become as bad as Slade was' and immediately trying to arrest him. if they're at the point of throwing Slade in the phantom zone then they're probably at the point where they're willing to just be like 'no. we've decided Deathstroke doesn't get to be a thing anymore. we've had enough.'

which makes it rather difficult for Dick to do his job.

and like. Slade isn't getting out himself any time soon. So Dick probably is like 'y'know what? imma just... chill for a bit' as he starts getting information and stuff to hopefully break out M'Gaan, Conner and Kaldur. he's just not doing many contracts y'know.

after several close calls escaping Bruce and Clark I think he starts doing his work in disguise. or at least just in all black gear so he can't really be connected to Deathstroke. and that'll only be a solution for so long, because now he has a batman mercilessly trying to track him down.

I think they pick up on the fact that this new deathstroke isn't really doing typical contracts. sure he's killing but it's not a kill mission. he's breaking into things and stealing things and hacking things. and they can't find a buyer, they can't track anything down about who he's working for. so perhaps this of his own accord?

I think Clark starts getting hopeful that maybe there's more to this story, and perhaps there's a chance for rehabilitation. Bruce is too clouded by righteous fury, though.

Dick can't evade them forever, eventually he'll get caught, he can feel them at his heels. he hasn't been home in months, refusing to accidentally lead them to Rose, he's running out of safe houses and bases, but it's okay. he just needs to last long enough to save his friends old team mates.

and even if they catch him before that, if he has the dominoes set up he can hand it over to them and let them knock them over. at least his goal will be fulfilled and everyone will be free and he can... well. it doesn't matter after that. The only other priority is Rose, and he trusts Wintergreen to care for her.

I think they finally catch him when he breaks out M'Gaan. they barely manage to get out without Bee taking them down, Dick had to sedate M'Gaan to stop her from fighting him, but it's okay, he's in his getaway vehicle (a very small plane with enough fuel to get to a safer place where he has a vehicle kitted out to escape under the radar) when suddenly he's being tailed and it's not from Bee's military.

he's got it handled, he lasts surprisingly long, until he's close enough to the ground that the league decides he'll survive a full blown crash and fires direct on the ship. he's still awake when he lands, makes sure M'Gaan is okay, drags her away from the fire, and then he's surrounded by leaguers. and he just... can't. he just doesn't want to deal with this bullshit. he let's M'Gaan go, she can be caught, she'll be okay. they'll work on the brainwashing. he'd prefer to help her himself, without putting her in the stress that is being saved by the league, but it's fine. he'll take what he can get.

so yeah, he fights. he survives longer than he expected to. Superman can't just go flying out to Qurac and start shooting down planes, it'd cause an international incident. but Batman does whatever the fuck he wants. he's got Canary and Green Arrow and Green Lantern, who is taking care of the plane wreckage and making sure it doesn't explode or draw attention from Bee's intelligience.

but yeah. they win that fight. Dick doesn't stop fighting, face pressed into the sand, until the fire gets too close to M'Gaan and he starts screaming at them to get her away from it. she's not in danger of catching but she's way too close for a Martian.

they're telling him to focus on himself not someone else, he's in much more trouble then her, until eventually he just snaps, "It's M'Gaan you fucking idiots! get her away from the fire!"

Lantern gets on that immediately, pulling her away with his ring and getting her into their ship so he can check her vitals. and now Bruce is trying to interrogate him about This Whole Situation, as Canary is cuffing him, because how the fuck does he know M'Gaan? how did he know where she was?

Eventually Dick just snaps, "don't you think there's a better time for questions Bruce? fucking hell. you did it, you got me, calm the fuck down and get out of my face."

Bruce does not want to calm the fuck down and get out of his face, but Oliver basically pulls him back like 'he's right, calm down, we'll question him on the watch tower, we gotta get out of here before Bee shows up.' which is much too logical for Bruce to ignore it.

And then they knock Dick out so he doesn't try anything, drag him into the ship, and off they go to the watchtower. the fun thing is I don't think they even bother taking his mask off. they'll leave that for later. honestly it might not even occur to them because his identity doesn't really matter till they're putting him in the system. if they even do that. maybe they can just shove him in the phantom zone with his master. (Clark makes it clear he doesn't like that idea).

and then interrogations begin. Dick refuses to go along with any questioning until they tell him that M'Gaan is okay. they do tell him she's fine, he managed to keep her away from the fire pretty well and she's on track to finish bed rest at the end of the day. but after that there'll be a lot of work. she needs all kinds of therapy. Dick is relieved. they ask why he cared to save M'Gaan.

I think they have Canary interrogate him while Bruce watches behind the mirror, fuming, because everyone decided he was too emotionally compromised by the whole thing.

Canary: it's interesting you ask about M'Gaan. you seemed very invested in her well being. and getting her out of Bee's clutches couldn't have been easy. how do you know her?

Dick: I would've thought that was obvious by now.

Canary: explain it like it's not obvious.

Dick, wondering if there's any way he gets out of this without the truth coming to light. also wondering if he can put off telling the truth as long as possible because man this sucks: *sigh* can we just cut to the part where you tell me where the hell you're locking me up?

Canary: what makes you think we're putting you in prison?

Dick, mask covering face but still very evidently giving her a look of 'are you fucking serious?': do you want that list in alphabetical or chronological order?

Canary: funny. the first Deathstroke never used to be this entertaining to talk to.

Dick: that's cause of the permanent stick shoved up his ass.

Canary: so there's no love lost between you and your former mentor?

Dick, has been away from Slade long enough he's started to gain some semblance of independence and begun detaching his emotions from Slade: sure.

Canary: and how old were you when he took you as an apprentice?

Dick: no younger than most of your kid heroes. how are they doing by the way? still losing them?

Canary, not having any of that: how interesting that a question like that makes you lash out.

Dick, remembering she's a lawyer and also did their therapy, internally: shit

Canary: so you were young. and what exactly was the nature of your relationship? how did you meet?

Dick: tindr.

Canary: please stop deflecting. I'm trying to help you.

Dick: that's kind of hard to believe with my hands in cuffs and an inhibitor collar around my neck.

Canary: I think you can understand the precautions we need to take. now please, answer the questions.

Dick, knowing all of this is gonna come out eventually but hating it and hoping to just gloss over things: *sigh* I was fourteen.

Canary: I see. and where did he take you in from?

Dick, knowing the truth is going to be so specific but not really thinking of many other options: he killed me then brought me back with the same serum that gave him his enhancements

Canary, feeling a strange sense of foreboding and a tug in her memories, but not wanting to devolve the conversation: and why did he choose you?

Dick: ...

Canary, waiting patiently: ...

Dick: ...

Canary: ...

Dick: so like do you want to skip to the part where I tell you who I am, or...?

Canary: if you'd like. is it pertinent to my questions?

Dick: uh yeah you could say that.

Canary, beginning to have hypotheses she doesn't like: elaborate

Dick: uhhhhh...

Canary, never seen a Deathstroke, Slade or otherwise, fumbling this much: why are you anxious?

Dick, does not know why he's this anxious, because he totally doesn't care about any of this whatsoever, definitely, for sure: uh well- I wasn't expecting to have to do this shit when I started my mission to save M'Gaan

Canary, knows he's lying: I assumed you didn't wish for us to know your identity for typical reasons. but there's more to this. you simply don't want us to know... because?

Dick, currently with an inner monologue that sounds a lot like 'fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck': listen Dinah, I really don't need a therapy session right now.

Canary: I beg to disagree

Dick, really sick of this, is just gonna rip off the bandage: Dick Grayson

Canary, blue screening: wat

Sounds behind the mirror: *bang crash*

Dick: who's listening to us?

Canary: pay no attention to the man behind the curtain Dick Grayson is dead

Dick: only for like. a few weeks at most. actually Slade never told me back then, time kinda blurred

Canary, storming around the table to take off the mask: I swear to god if this is a game-

Dick, now not wearing a mask, hair very much a mess and getting in his eyes: hi?

Canary, mask in hand, gaping, very conflicted feelings right now, no idea what to do, ready to call in reinforcements: ... Bruce?!

sounds behind mirror: *more crashing and door opening*

Bruce: *appears in doorway*

Canary: *gestures vaguely at Dick, who could really use a hand getting a piece of hair out of his eye*

Dick: oh joy we're doing this now

Bruce: Dick? you're alive? you-

Dick: yes we've established that

Canary: I'm gonna leave you with Bruce-

Dick, does not want to talk to Batman: I would prefer if you did literally anything else

Bruce, scorned by a second son who's come back from death, does not know how to emotion, continues standing int he doorway because he doesn't have any space left in his brain computer for anything else right now, voice does not sound the way his brain does because it comes out all gruff and mean: you don't want to talk to me?

Canary, sensing a Problem oncoming: okay maybe I'll stay actually

Dick: what if I just go to prison and we skip all of this actually?

oh this got long. whoops. man now I have this whole thing playing in my brain lmao.

the idea of the league catching him without knowledge of anything else and just being like 'what the fuck' for a while until Clark is like 'time to rehabilitate him'. okay but Dick just moping around trying to avoid being rehabilitated and work on a way to escape so he can get back to Rose and saving his friends, but the league keep trying to make him become a better person. they're basically like 'team up with us and we'll save COnner and Kaldur! and maybe track down Artemis! you'll be like a double agent or something!' and he's like 'I have no interest in being the justice league's pet mercenary'

basically he becomes that guy in Buffy, the vampire with the blond hair. Spike? I think. he's just vibing in the background, against his wishes.

[found-wings]

"He wouldn‘t be surprised if they conditioned Phil into walking right back to their buildings if he even knows anything more."

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OH MY GODDDDDDDD this the kinda line that'd have me laying in bed eyes wide open thinkin about it bc oh my god the pain. just the pure idea of the federation trying to take everything from him to the basic autonomy of his own mind, not even allowing him the basic curse of living with the harm inflicted by him lingering as visuals in his mind. no, he has to deal with the pain, the emotions, and the effects but no pin straight memories to go off of- and practically being sent into a haze outside the center of his right mind whenever he's reminded of his time in those labs for repairing his 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. the pain of his mind being able to conjure up a clear picture of the events that occurred there being a clear cut trigger for the set conditioning the federation put in place just causes me such agony.

for at least some respite- I think this could be a side effect that is possible to wait out, if he does remember any of the events in there and has the need to travel to a federation building and await for a worker to take him, at least having someone with him to ground him and keep watch untill reality sets back in again will be enough to keep him from going back for the time being (also bc this idea causes such pain to me ow let him have people THERE FOR HIM like in the other little oneshot where the Goat (etoiles) was able to help him back home and keep watch and allow him at least one more night of peace before they had to face whatever the next day had to offer) - 💿

I JUST GOT OUT OF BEING BUSY AND NOW I’M READY TO SOB

ITS SO PAINFUL, RAAAAH

I‘d definitely assume that if it ever came to it, Fit would just hold Phil right where he is and attempt to ground him. Soft touches, whispered and carefully chosen words, keeping Phil back until he can properly ground himself out of that conditioned mindset.

Would it be any easier? Oh no, physically holding him back wouldn’t be the problem. Phil wouldn’t fight back because even against his friends is it feels so wrong, wrong to fight and wrong to not fight. It’s how much it pains him mentally that he just cracks.

Imagine Fit carefully holding onto Phil and trying to ground him, having to listen to Phil whisper and quietly ask for Fit to let him go, let him go back and let him be fixed, he needs to be fixed fixed fixed- isn‘t this what everyone wanted??

Eventually Phils Body just gives out in exhaustion, his weight pressing against Fits hold on him and they just.. sit there, only sounds being the occasional hiccup from Phils side and Fits reassuring whispers.

How is he supposed to work through all of this and let others support him when he doesn’t even know himself what is going on?

And then Phil goes back to pretending this never happened.

[clay-cuttlefish]

We're getting back into the good shit now. Vic's back in action, Renee is written by Greg Rucka for the first time, Helena and Vic meet, Blue Beetle is here...

Azrael Plus The Question

Vic's been playing poker. Lots of opportunities to wander around and get into trouble while keeping him retired from heroing and from journalism, it works for him.

Oops All Daddy Issues.

I like how low key this is, despite everything. Vic and Jean-Paul are weird dudes with a lot of problems and that's on full display.

Green Lantern #81

Another cameo that's only notable because I have no clue why Vic would be here. He has literally never met Hal Jordan, how did he get an invite. He's even standing off to the back instead of sitting with everyone else.

The Question Returns

The river emissary is conceptually a lot better than any of the other supernatural takes on the Question. The idea that Vic's death in the river would make his conscience literally haunt him is interesting, and it being questionably supernatural is more to my taste. Making the river a magical harmonica-playing old black man was not a great choice though.

Vic describing Tot as "an ex-father figure" makes me want to implode.

"these auditory hallucinations are getting on my nerves" BIG mood.

Vic is a mess. He can't go home, he can't stay away, he's shifted from Vic Sage the hard-hitting journalist to Vic Sage the laid-back poker player but he hasn't been able to change the Question. This is why he takes up so much space in my brain.

Even after he left he still held on to his love for Myra and Hub City, and this is where he can't do it anymore. He will never see her again. Godddddddd.

Steel #38

I hadn't read this one before, and I'm glad I'm reading it now, because it's great. I gotta get into Steel eventually.

Vic declares himself teammates with John and then immediately splits up and gets his shit wrecked. Maybe let the guy with power armor protect you next time.

This wandering gambler era is fun, I wish it had lasted a little longer. There are so many interesting places Vic could pop up with poker incidents as an excuse, it's the perfect way to keep him around without him having anything specific going on.

A World for Burning (Tec #714-715)

Calling her a supporting character is maybe a stretch but she gets to talk to Martian Manhunter so I'm counting it.

A fun little mystery story.

Cataclysm

Vic interlude is over, time for events.

I like Cataclysm quite a bit. It's heavy on the cop shit and some of the issues are just not good, but I think the earthquake makes for a better citywide event than any of the "oh no it's the Joker" ones, and everyone involved really gets to shine.

Once again I am forced to admit I like when Cluemaster shows up. Steph saving her dad from Helena despite everything is a strong moment.

Random Encounters (Batman Chronicles #14)

OH NO. Ohhhh no. Strap in folks it's time for her to become a main character.

Renee talks to her brother about his guilt over killing when he was in the Navy, and she uses Two-Face's coin to make her point about randomness and how right and wrong aren't simple, which. Hhhhh.

Apparently she shot a guy who was trying to kill Two-Face, and got the coin in return.

Sorry but Renee flipping the coin and making decisions based on the outcome fucking annihilates me and I cannot BELIEVE I hadn't read this before now.

This isn't even a comic it's a short story. Eight pages of Rucka setting up the dominoes.

An Answer in the Rubble (Batman Chronicles #15)

VIC AND HELENA BABYYYY

Self-recognition through the other (annoying)

His anime hair???

I love them so much.

Road to No Man's Land

Sorry but the Bruce Wayne political drama is ridiculous even by my standards. Gotham would be the second-largest city in the US today, or one of the top 5 if the "7 million" is the city and surrounding area, you cannot tell me it would get totally cut off. Screwed by inadequate relief? Sure. Wiped off the map? Lol no.

Okay fine it's the devil. The devil did it. Comic books.

L.A.W.

We've been in Gotham long enough, time to go do Some Bullshit!

This is in continuity, but it ignores all of Vic's canon post-Charlton - he's a newscaster working with Nora from the Ditko run, Hub City is Ted's home city but not his, he's characterized pretty much how he was in Charlton and those few Blue Beetle crossovers post-Crisis... the other heroes seem a little more up-to-date but they're all still kind of janky.

Wow this does not do a good job making me care about any of these characters.

The plot is mostly racist and/or nonsense and most of it bounced right off my brain despite repeated readings.

Honestly I'm here for Ted more than Vic. He's going through it.

I do like the framing device of Vic writing his report in the final issue. The real treasure was the friends we made along the way.

[arcplaysgames]

And here's where the Weird Shit really starts happening.

Reverie goes to bed and wakes up in the Velvet Limo, which happens periodically. Sup, guys.

Igor proclaims that it is dangerous for them to keep moving without proper understanding of the destination. And if you compare the other images to this one, you can see outside the Velvet Limo, when it is in motion, there is an ephemeral wavering light in the air.

Teddie is walking on the same road that the Velvet Limo is driving on.

"Arc, what does that mean?" I have NO IDEA! NONE!

The team gathers to go over the facts again and tackles the fact Namatame seems convinced he is saving people by throwing them in. Now, I have been wondering if that means he thinks death is better than what would happen to people if he didn't kill them, but a whole new fucking concept springs up.

The letters that Reverie got? Not from Namatame.

Namatame has been INSISTENT on terminology here, he's saving the people he hurls into the TV, so when the warning letters said "don't rescue people" and said next time someone close to Reverie would die

Someone else sent the letters. Someone who, UNLIKE ME, does know how the Midnight Channel works, who can either predict who it will show or who decides what it will show and picked Nanako.

This is STILL the facet of the mechanic that has been driving me batshit. How the fuck does the TV know. How does it decide. Does it decide at all.

Naoto talks our way into seeing Namatame and

Namatame says the first person he threw in was Yukiko.

I want to flip a fucking table. Namatame's first 'victim' was Yukiko. Yamano and Saki were not him. They were someone else.

So from Namatame's perspective: The Midnight Channel 'chooses' someone who will die. He grabs that person first and hurls them into the TV. And a few weeks like they return whole and healthy and are fine. BECAUSE WE KEEP SAVING THEM!

THAT'S why he doesn't understand how the fuck the TV world works! Because every time he's tossed someone in, they got out perfectly fine!!!!

Oh my godddddddd.

Namatame's whole motif of being a savior of love and peace makes sense. He even admits it was because of his ego that he misunderstood everything. But he saw Yamano on the TV and watched her die. When he tried to reach for her, his hand went through.

WHICH. WHAT. So far there have only been two options for TV Screen Permeability. One is getting your own Persona, like everyone from Yosuke to Naoto has now.

The other is whatever fucking gave Reverie the power. Which, to my recollection, was a weird dream in which.... he fought someone in a foggy place. There was just a door and then fog.

Somehow, Namatame got the same power. I'm.... literally sitting here trying to think of a commonality between Reverie and Namatame. I have no idea.

SIGH. I DUNNO!

Anyway, Yamano appeared on the TV and died. Then, Namatame saw Saki on the TV and tried to warn her, but she died too. Taking his TV-touching as a gift from Yamano, Namatame threw Yukiko into the TV after she appeared.

Lo and fucking behold, it worked. She was "saved."

And so.

Namatame isn't the killer, he was trying to help and boy howdy was he uninformed.

The killer of Yamano and Saki is still out there.

The real killer seems to be able to decide who is on the Midnight Channel before they appear. That's how he targeted Nanako.

I say it has to be Adachi not because I have a fucking shred of evidence but because he's the only fucking option left!!!!

But I don't know why or how! I am trying to figure out why Yamano was even killed. Like, Namatame mentions that she was investigating some local election thing. There's no details, no indicator why she had to die, who she pissed off. Why was she the first?

... Cannot fucking believe this game is making me have to figure out the weird scandal from the beginning of the fucking game!!!!

No details on what Yamano was looking into.

Still no clue what this place in Reverie's dream was.

RUBS FACE

I need to sleep. That was all so fucking much. Next, we have to find Teddie. He's still missing, and I care about him very much, thank you.

[leofrith]

i am late but... din djarin for character asks? (i just want to know what fan takes are the worst asjksjks)

oh GODDDDDDDD never in my life have i wanted a character i love to get killed off so badly. jesus christ 💔

a song that reminds me of them: lonely feelings by love supreme

what they smell like: sweat and gunpowder. or whatever the star wars blaster equivalent of gunpowder is lmao

an otp: luke and omera!!! also boba is neat

a notp: i never want to see mayfeld on my screen ever again, love and light. also i've already talked about it but bo-katan could have been good if it had been executed with the bare minimum amount of care. but it wasn't. so when it inevitably happens in the finale this week i will not be coping.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: grogurt!!!! also the armorer and big brother paz. rip king gone too soon. also the din and ahsoka friendship that exists in my head. ❤️

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: girl....... so many. the way a ton of people in this fandom reduce his character to some vaguely sexist, hypermasculine badass who is aggressive all the time for no reason is so irritating. the sheer amount of fics that portray him as some kind of daddy dom or spicy latin lover stereotype is gross and it makes me actually insane. at worst, it's just fucking racist and at best, it's an extremely reductive way of looking at an otherwise very interesting character. there is a truly staggering amount of fic that is obvious, thinly-veiled p*dro pascal rpf that is only using the vague idea of din's character as proof that it's not actually rpf. and the fact that there is no way to reliably filter any of it because people refuse to tag their shit accordingly just makes it worse. this certainly isn't to say that this is an issue confined solely to x reader spaces. i know for a fact that a ton of dinluke writers do this too, which is why i rarely interact with the fandom anymore. also, the lack of nuance when people talk about din's faith is truly awe inspiring. people will see din's clan say "this is the way" and religiously cover their faces and will call it cult behaviour without a hint of critical thought. ah yes, cults, which are famous for letting their members come and go as they please and also teaching their members to be self sufficient. those cults. sure. anyway... i could go on for ages. but i'll finish this off with the fact that yesterday i saw someone say that din in a modern au would be a casually homophobic catholic, which aged me 10 years. do not watch star wars. never ever watch star wars.

the position they sleep in: canonically sleeps in a tiny ball in full armour to fit into his tiny bed on the razor crest (rip razor crest), in the pilot's seat with his arms crossed like a dad falling asleep in his recliner after dinner, or on his back like this:🧍‍♂️ that man has back problems i know he does.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: i think that din and eivor would get along very well if they existed in the same universe. something about the shared sense of honour and their inability to pass by random people in need. but din as an assassin could also be very fun. me putting assassin's creed characters in star wars aus 🤝 me putting star wars characters in assassin's creed aus. i love bad media <3

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: he only has one!!! actually that's a lie, there was the stormtrooper disguise on morak (episode of all time) and the two iterations of his armor. i'm gonna go with his beskar armour but specifically when he has his helmet off while saying goodbye to grogu in the s2 finale. we could have had at least half a season of him looking like this while separated from his son. pathetic wet cat looking man. look at what they took from us.

send me a character and i will answer these questions!

[madhattersez]

Stephanie Nichols 12th Annual Car & Vintage Plane Show (Georgetown, TX)

I love it when cars, uh... cosplay as planes. Hah. It's a rad idea, and the top one here is a Ford Mustang... painted up like a P-51 Mustang plane. That's just cool as hell.

I wish I could remember what kind of plane this was / history it had, but my son was too busy distracting me by laughing at the giant "69."

Sexy and sleek, or a dirty rat rod? Gorgeous, no matter the condition.

UGHHHHHH. I didn't have a Trans-Am, but I did have a car almost identical to this a long ways back. I had a 1979 Firebird that had the same body as this. Built for racing (for better or worse - It literally caught on fire when I raced someone once... but, yes, I did beat him).

It was awesome being in the presence of this cousin of my old ride. All sorts of memories I probably shouldn't mention here...

This plane looked like a '60s rec room.

I also had a 1971 Volkswagen Westfalia bus, which came a few years after this one on the left. I most certainly didn't have anything like this vintage Rolls Royce showstopper on the right.

One of our favorite local planes is from World War II, and it's still flying today - A B-25 Mitchell bomber called the "Devil Dog." What an incredible machine.

Random shots. Oh my good God, this Edsel, though!

There were a few vendors there, including Hot Wheels ones. I had to go home with these, they were all just $3 apiece!

Okay, I saved the best for last. Look at this sexy trike:

Just as legit as they come, including a speaker that plays multiple Mario Kart songs and sound effects, and a blue shell side pack. Godddddddd damn.

[todayisafridaynight]

NO LISTEN. LISTEN. I CONCEALED THE TITLE ON PURPOSE BECAUSE... IDK what it is but I have a tendency to like things that would be hard to watch for one reason or another for MOST of the runtime but then by the end it's like Oh So This Was GOOD Actually? Oh So My Brain Is Rewired?

And then it just becomes IMPOSSIBLE to recommend because I have no idea if The Majority Of It would actually be worth the conclusion to anyone but me😭😭😭SP is along those lines, sort of, but I've at least seen success with that... but this is also the case for my favorite Tsutsumi movie of all time, actually... alas...

Nevertheless. The show is called After the Rain! I think it was originally a manga and it has a live-action adaptation too [criminal not to actually cast Tsutsumi in either In My Opinion but FINE I GUESS]. It's about a former track star in high school, Akira Tachibana, who works part-time at a restaurant and has the MOST EMBARRASSING crush on her manager, Masami Kondo, the character I showed you before, who is Tsutsumi But As A Middle-Aged Divorcee With A Son. They befriend each other and help each other come to grips with the future and the past, respectively.

I was afraid of the obvious because a lot of media that tries to do this ends up making it fucking weird... like, this sort of dynamic means a lot to me for personal reasons and I've been burned too many times by characters I'd come to love and trust... but naw... my man Kondo is Normal About It that's all that matters to me... I had to breathe SUCH a sigh of relief...

I really don't like that the camera is sometimes not normal about Akira, though, it undermines the actual themes of the show a bit. IDK, I'm hypersensitive, I expect it's nothing super egregious compared to a lot of other media, but it's just disappointing because SOMETIMES there's artistic merit in terms of representing what Akira's feeling and other times it's just totally unnecessary and introduces a tonal clash... SPEAKING OF THERE IS A GUY WHO IS NOT NORMAL ABOUT AKIRA AND THE ENTIRE PLOT THREAD IS BASICALLY JUST DROPPED BECAUSE HE'S HARDLY EVEN IN THE SHOW AFTER THAT... I WANTED CONSEQUENCES...

But if nothing else, that's not even exactly why I said it's a hard watch, the actual reason is the NUCLEAR levels of secondhand embarrassment for like two thirds of the show. Like GIRL he is NOT INTO YOU AND HE SHOULDN'T BE... GET A GRIP OH MY GODDDDDDDD................. but like, I was That Girl when I was her age, right, so the fact it had me imploding thinking back on everything is a testament to its accuracy overall. Probably.

And NGL that type of dynamic is basically how I conceptualize RGGJo and Arakawa when they first met... Jo and Akira may be cringe-ass teens but I got a soft spot for it I do... it can be FUNNY... it can be WHOLESOME...

All of that being said, the last third or so might as well be a different show, and it kind of blows the rest out of the water for me. Maybe because it focuses on Kondo and Akira separately? But it's free of literally anything I could possibly complain about. I ain't mad about the first two thirds, it does set up a lot of what made the last third so enjoyable... buuut...

ANYWAY that's ENOUGH OF THAT I am CUTTING MYSELF OFF THERE I've gone on for WAY TOO LONG ABOUT SHIT NOBODY ASKED ABOUT☠️Not like you can say anything to All That I just don't have anybody to talk to about it☠️and despite the fact I'm still not REALLY Recommending It and don't think it sounds appealing from my description, I feel like I probably shouldn't talk about the endgame stuff I'm obsessed with so☠️☠️☠️Anyway. If NOTHING Else. Funny as hell to have Tsutsumi as the basis for The Perfect Middle-Aged Man... SOOO true...

YAYA the DQXI demo goes like, up to just after you get the? Twins? in your party. And you can keep playing the game without progressing the story + continue your save in the full game so technically speaking I COULD grind until I'm overpowered... but I shan't... I'm not positive when I'm getting it since I still wanna play the series in order... For Ichiban... [<- see this is RGG-related now]

It is SO sick to actually get to play though, that's awesome! Toriyama's worked on some bangers what can I say... My first DQ was one of the DS remakes, probably DQV, but the only DQ game I've ever actually finished was the Rocket Slime spinoff. Very Fun By The Way genuinely one of my favorite DS titles... but THAT'S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE... regardless... Arachtagon is not in the demo but I can believe he's a bitch to fight given one of the top results is this ☠️

So I'm glad you're past it and are having fun with the game :] I loved your comic SOOO SO SO much so having that bit of background on makes it all the more enjoyable! I had my own comic about RGGJo losing his mind "babysitting" Ichi and watching him grind for hours on end which was also lowkey about my experience with DQI... lol... lmao even...

I'M SORRYYYYYY THOUGH I TOLD YOU SP WAS SLOW TO START FOR A REASON 😭😭😭😭It took me a while to notice but title sequences are always something like Episode III Part I so they're almost all multi-ep arcs... threw me for a loop... Okay that's enough from me Jesus fucking Christ I am SORRY for going on this long but just I have to say:

inoue's chara is so funny like He's Super Human um doc… i think he's just autistic lowkey….. he still a baller regardless tho

REAL AND TRUE AND REAL AND TRUE AND REAL AND

and i've already added it to the To-Watch list :) NO BUT REAL I UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL- in trying to sell something but having to be like Here Me Out I Swear on it BUT I BELIEVE YOU THAT ITS GOOD. i know i can trust your word on something and i def appreciate the preemptive notes given before watching. im sure i'll enjoy it in the end: it looks cute and im glad it sounds like it's doing something better with a Touchy trope ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ biggest RIP to no tsutsumi in the live action but... cant be helped.....

NO BUT IT'S SO FUNNY CAUSE FOR MY COMIC I WANTED TO SEE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE'S 'HARDEST BOSSES' WERE AND I FELT SO SEEN IN SEEING ARACHTAGON AS AN OPTION..... funnily enough tho when i redid the fight it wasnt nearly as nightmarish as it was when i first did it but Again i think i was just better prepared... (also during my first attempt i had Literally the most fuck ass luck where my team kept getting stunned and dying but rab kept bringing them back to life and i Just Couldnt Die or even move so... Horrible First Experience Ruined A Game For Seven Months For Me ( ￣▽￣ ;;;;)). the first instance of DQ i remember seeing was DQIX and being liek 'hey they looks familiar :)' and ive just been watchin it since 🤭 ROCKET SLIME IS SO CUTE THOUGH if you had to finish ANY of the games im glad it was that one... i wish i got to play the series in order since I Like Doing That but im annoying about wanting to play things on The Official Console...

AH BUT IVE ALWAYS LIKED THE IDEA OF JO WATCHING ICHI PLAY A GAME i mentioned i had an abandoned comic about it but its still such a silly and cute idea.. id very much like to do something with it someday if not see others have fun with it cause i think they should have them silly family moments too..

NO IT'S OK I JUST FOUND IT FUNNY AN ARC WAS LIKE. 3-4 EPS WHEN AT MOST THEY'RE LIKE TWO i'm just about rapping up the ohashi arc and its SOOOOO good... i also love how the drama has a pretty diverse soundtrack that i notice a lot of other jdramas lack so thats DEF been a bonus plus all of the choreography (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) and real. inoue Is Just Neurodivergent that got solidified within me after seeing him mess around with that riddle book ☠️

[simthorium]

“Met in high school, huh?” Tyler asked as he sat beside Joel in Caleb’s living room. “I bet she was just as stubborn and hard headed back then.” “Oh, she was,” Joel said with a laugh. “That’s what made me like her.”

“Your mom was so special, kid,” Tyler said to Caleb.  “And she would be so proud and excited that you’re having a baby!” Joel exclaimed. “And making her a grandmother.” “Which mean we’ll be grandfathers,” said Tyler. “You sure will be,” Caleb said with a smile. He snuggled up with a very pregnant Cammie on the couch. It was nice, bringing his father and step-father together. Sure, it wasn’t traditional, but his tiny, cobbled-together family was all he could ask for.

“I can’t believe we get to meet you soon, little one,” Caleb said, rubbing Cammie’s belly as soon as she stood up. “I’m sure she really enjoys hearing your voice, but you’re blocking the bathroom, buddy,” Cammie said as she waddled over. “How do you know it’s a girl?” Caleb asked, only a tiny bit disappointed. “Trust me, honey,” called Cammie. “Call it mother’s intuition.”

Caleb hugged Tyler, who was turning in for the night, then Joel, who would be living with the couple for a little while. They had a tiny office/nursery/guest room that was just big enough for a blow up bed. And Caleb really wanted to re-establish a relationship with his father, especially now that he was about to become one. “Thanks for everything, dad,” said Caleb, hugging Joel tight. Joel rubbed Caleb’s back. “Of course, kid,” he said. “I got you.”

Early the next morning, Cammie unexpectedly went into labor. Caleb had already taken off for work, and the only one around was Joel. “OH MY GODDDDDDDD,” Cammie screeched as she gave birth. “Do something!” Joel was full on panicking, but he took a deep breath and calmed himself down, trying to remember what he did when his own son was born. He immediately called Caleb to tell him the news then sprung into action.

Soon, Cammie was holding a very tiny baby in her arms. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she looked at her new daughter. “She’s so beautiful, Cammie,” Joel said. “Thanks, Joel,” Cammie sniffed. “And thanks for helping with the birth. I can’t believe Caleb missed it, he’ll be so mad.”

Caleb got home as fast as he could. He hopped out of his work carpool and ran into his apartment at lightning speed.

As he did, he saw Cammie standing in the middle of the living room, holding their daughter. He couldn’t believe his eyes.  “Come meet your baby girl,” Cammie said.

She gently handed the baby over to Caleb, who was trembling as he looked down at her sweet face. “She looks like me,” Caleb said with a watery laugh as tears streamed down his face. “She looks just like me!” “She does,” Cammie said. “Even though I did all the work.” “I have an idea for a name,” said Caleb. “What is it?”

Caleb cuddled his daughter close, feeling her heartbeat against his. “Alana,” he said. “Maybe it’s silly, but I didn’t want to name her Ariel after my mom. That’s too much pressure to put on a kid. But in The Little Mermaid, Ariel’s got a bunch of sisters with pretty names, and one of them is Alana. And I feel like if our baby looks like me, she must also look like my mom.” “That’s not silly at all,” said Cammie. “I love it. Our little baby Alana.”

[sammydem0n64]

Ok finally figuring out the lore for Miss Woodbaker’s school for the gifted LETS GO

[zhuhongs]

breakup songs that are highly relatable to me even tho i havent been in a relationship in years and its debatable if any of my prior "relationships" even count 😔😔😔

[keeponquinning]

Woooo, this is a long time coming, in more ways than one !!! Still riding high from the last chapter and THIS ONE??? I'm gonna be so sad to see this go, no idea how happy I always get seeing this pop up on my dash, always like a little treat. But, as an American that has seen countless beloved shows getting BUTCHERED the longer it went with seasons that they soon become caricatures of their once glory... I totally get that stories must come to an end, and as long as our couple ( they are OUR COUPLE, I SAID ) are happy, then I'm happy, and I'm encouraged with the talk of being able to peek in them from time to time. I know it's just one more chapter to go ( SOBBING ) but like, thank you, RJ, for creating and writing this story in the first place that we all love, giving our Ralphie the happiness he deserved. And that happiness being with Reader 🥰

Spoilery bits!

First off, WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING CUTE. The making breakfast and dancing and just — good god. I love them. I want to adopt them and be the proud parent, is that weird??? Their cute little banter between them is everything. The fact Reader keeps fantasizing about Ralph is SO RELATABLE. Like, me too, bestie, I'd understand!

Okay now to the smut.

Bestie. When I tell you I GIGGLED AND SCREAMED when Reader went in and RALPHIE WAS WANKING IN THE SHOWER....?!! I was SCANDALIZED BY THE VERY NOTION! .... I LOVED it! Sometimes the baby girl of Ralph is so in the front of your mind with his character, but then it's like, oh yeah, this man wants to FUCK. He has DESIRES! LUST! WE LOVE HIM FOR IT!

You had me being like, "Oh, well, hiring an escort for Ralph for his birthday.... I mean. It's... It could be seen coming from a good place?? I guess. Yeah, I'll give Victoria this." To then reveal that Ralph DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT?? THOUGHT THIS WAS A WOMAN THAT GENUINELY WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM?? We take it back, FUCK YOU, VICTORIA!

Not only that, but when she was with him, made HIM give and not take? Not REPAID HIM for making her CUM????? Reader, if you're not blowing him morning, noon, and NIGHT, I swear to godddddddd.

Saying that, their first time? It was PERFECT. Ralph being all, "It's okay, let me take care of you--" and reader being like, "No, no, you need to be taken care of too" LIKE !!! my tears. And not only the sexy stuff but the teasing, the talk of CORRUPTING, I love them... SO MUCH. They are absolutely perfect. The pervy part of me is like introduce Ralph to sex toys, BUT I SHALL LEAVE THIS TO YOU !!!

But no, it was absolutely perfect ( can I say this enough? no ) and so befitting their first time.

Them being an official couple hits me square in the heart, with the photo posting, them out to dinner and then Ralph MAKING DINNER FOR THEM ALL !! And oh my god, I was gasping with all of them when Ralph CURSED ( and a bit elated, I won't lie ) but oh Ralph, so upset that in his eyes ruined it but Reader and THEIR FRIENDS helping and everything back on track and LOVELY.

And THEN....

The big reveal to the friends group. I'm glad it was time they decided to come clean, it always being in the back of reader's mind and having some guilt in lying to their friends so it makes THE MOST SENSE and I'm happy for that and for them. No more secrets and lies! And I picture the friend group being like, "If it was anyone but Ralphie, I'd say you're crazy, but, it IS Ralphie...." Like it just making all the sense in the world.

I'm sad to see this go, but you're doing the absolute best and I love it 💖

busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, drug content, penbury is a fanon surname

Word count: 8.5k

A/N: I've spent so much time on this because I wanted the events of this chapter to go perfectly after all this build-up lmao. I hope it's good enough for you guys. You all deserve the best, after all. <3

Only one more chapter to go after this! Almost the end of an era.

Hearing the shower stop thrumming, you smile at the closed bathroom door and start making yours and Ralph’s breakfast. A song plays from your shuffled playlist with a rhythm you can feel through every bone in your body. You start bobbing your head to it, which turns into a shimmy of the shoulders, quickly followed by shuffling feet and swinging hips. Before you know it, you're dancing and humming along all around the tiny expanse of your kitchen.

You had no idea Ralph was in the room now until you caught sight of something person-shaped leaning against your fridge. You stop with a bashful look, watching Ralph's gaze. He looks all the way down your body before looking up briefly to look back down again. If anybody else had ever looked at you in that way, you'd feel exposed, objectified, disgusted. But there's something about the way he looks at you, that causes your insides to swoop and your face to feel suddenly hotter. It's not even like it's the first time you've seen him do it, it's been his one go-to flirtatious move since you made it official with him, and it works every time.

"You know you don't have to stare like that, right?" You grin as you step over to him. "You can just come over and have me as I am."

"Even now that that is the case, darling, why would I ever waste an opportunity to savour how beautiful you are?" he smiles softly as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close for a kiss. Every time your lips connect, you feel a genuine spark that starts from there and jolts all the way through your body.

You feel the presence of his arms swinging by your sides, still unsure of where to put them. Reaching back down, you take his hands in your own and move them to rest low on your back. You feel his fingers nervously press into you as his breath hitches, and smile up at him sweetly in reassurance. Biting your lip, you push down on his wrists so that his hands sit on your ass cheeks and he yelps in surprise, his ears turning a fierce red. He looks at you with wide eyes, and you return it with a suggestive look. He licks his lips, nodding in understanding as he starts to relax. You guide his jaw to capture his lips into another kiss and you feel the tension keeping him stiff start to dissipate.

As you both relax into it, enjoying each others’ embrace, you rock yourself back into his touch, humming out a soft moan at the pressure of his palms pressing against you. You feel him tense up again as he breathes in audibly, but you shush him, leaning to look him in the eye and smile gently with a soft, “That feels so good.”

Ralph nods nervously, but it melts away as he sees how happy you look for him to be holding you in such a way. “Yes, it… It does for me, too.”

“Yeah?” You ask, moving in such a way that both you and Ralph start rocking from side to side, still cradling each other. “Good enough to call in sick, d’you reckon?”

He laughs softly, “Unfortunately, I fear Babs may have me skinned if I'm not in on time, we've got a special order coming in."

You pull a face, "Damn. S'pose I'd better work, too."

He moves his hands away from their place, to your disgruntlement, but it's to gently guide your hair into place with a, "I do so wish I could provide my old wealth to you. I'd spoil you something terrible."

You give him a resigned smile, "Tempting, but I'm not sure I'd survive in a world without WiFi."

"Of course," Ralph muses with a small smile, "and how could you possibly go on without knowing which of the female strangers was given a flower by the male stranger?"

"Oh, shut up, you'd miss our trash TV marathons more than I would, and you know it," you tease, poking him in the stomach.

He chuckles, “Maybe so."

Your shifts never used to drag quite like this. Even major rush periods feel as though they're in slow motion, they have done ever since you and Ralph made it official. You'd always felt it weird and a little co-dependent when others would talk about just wanting to go home and be with their significant other all the time, but now you get it.

At first, you reminisce back to this past weekend, when you'd gone out with the rest of your colleagues for one of their birthdays. Though Ralph was visibly sadder about you going out without him for the night, he certainly never made you feel guilty about it. Hyping up how beautiful you look, telling you to have an absolute blast and how he can't wait to hear all about it as soon as you get home, which you knew was going to be literal since you knew he'd stay up for you. And the memory of his lovesick little face as you'd kissed your freshly-applied lipstick all over it, smiling dazedly and sighing happily with glassy eyes while covered in your lipstick stains, is enough to lift you out of any funk. Especially when you also remember coming back to see him drifting in and out of sleep on the sofa, faded lip marks still adorning him.

You think back further than that, to the time when he'd run all the way to your shop from his after he'd realised halfway through the morning that neither of you had remembered your goodbye kiss. And then back to your very heated session this morning. Imagining Ralph bursting through that front door the way he had that day. Looking at you with all the adoration from the weekend. You know for a fact you'd be practically tugging him into your office, throwing everything off of your desk so the two of you can make out on it. 

You think about his hands, how they felt pressed against such a sensitive area. How easily he took to it. You start to wonder what else he'd take to that well. Whether he even knows what he's doing. Would you have to take charge? Do you want to take charge? Everything over the last half a year has consisted of you having to lead Ralph around, so you assume the same would be said for… Elsewhere, too. As much fun as it is to imagine Ralph pressing you against the wall and having his way with you, that’s not really your Ralph. Still nice to think about, though.

A grab of your shoulders has you jumping out of your skin with a yelp. The sales assistants working with you laugh loudly and you pull a face. “Couldn’t you have just gotten my attention in a nicer way?”

“We tried!” One raises their hands. “You were really out of it, almost called an ambulance on you.”

“Yeah, what’s got you that distracted?” The other asks, before adding with a smirk, “Or is that more hot and bothered?”

“What do you mean?!” You ask, but you can feel your face betraying you. Your cheeks could be actual furnaces right now.

They simply exchange knowing kooks and waggle their eyebrows at each other before gesturing to the front desk. “Total Karen. Says we have something on hold for her when I’ve checked ten literal actual times and seen we don’t. She’s all yours.”

After a twenty minute conversation that finally ends with the revelation that the woman had the wrong store entirely, you decide it’s best to keep busying yourself with work. Keep the not-safe-for-work thoughts… Outside of work.

By the time you’re home, you wonder whether you should bring up the elephant in the room. You wonder how, as well - whenever you’ve been intimate in the past it’s been Tinder matches or other dates where you can trust the other person to make the first move if they’re truly interested. But this is your Ralph, who you’d had to guide just to let his hands wander, and even then he’d needed encouragement to keep them there. He always talked about how infrequently he’d had any kind of positive interaction with anyone he’s been interested in - you can’t help but wonder, has he even?

You open the door and hear the shower running behind the bathroom door. Of course, you and Ralph have showered while the other is somewhere in the flat plenty of times over the last half a year, but with all that’s been on your mind today, there’s just something about the fact that his naked form is a door away from you.

You head into your bedroom to get out of your work clothes and into something comfier before you can even think about making dinner, and notice that Ralph has left that bathroom door ajar. You contemplate poking your head around it when a sound catches you completely off guard. Beneath the running water, it can’t be denied, Ralph is moaning. As you stay close to the doorway and listen intently, you start to hear more. Little gasps and hitches of his breath. Sounds that could only mean one thing - Ralph is touching himself right now.

Every one of them makes you feel the need to relieve yourself, too, which you consider briefly before deciding in the moment to just go for it. There’s been enough pussyfooting around over the last 6 months, and look at where that’d gotten you.

Taking a deep breath in, you tap your knuckle against the door, using all your willpower to remain a respectful distance away from the open part of the door so as not to scare him too much. “Ralph?” His classic half-yelp, half-squawk of surprise greets you as the water suddenly shuts off. 

You hear commotion as he quickly wraps a towel around his hips and pokes his head out from the doorway. “W-welcome, back, my…” He clears his throat. “My love. Erm, I don’t su- how long hav- I didn’t hear you coming in.”

You push the door wide open, leaving him standing in the doorway looking incredibly bashfully, not quite looking at you. You place a finger on his jaw and move it so he’s looking at you. Raising your eyebrows suggestively, you ask, “Do you want me to level the playing field?” as you reach down to grab the bottom of your shirt.

Ralph takes a deep breath in that hitches twice before he swallows hard and nods, taking a step closer to you. “Though, I should like to be the one to make that happen, if that would be alright with you.”

You reach out to take Ralph’s hands, walking backwards until you’re both further into your bedroom, and place them on your hips, grinning up at him. “Heads up, unless I tell you that it’s not, pretty much everything you could do would be okay, alright? Don’t need to check in all the time.” He nods, and you play with the wet curls that hang down the back of his neck. “And, um…” You start slowly, spinning your fingers around in his hair, “you… Obviously don’t have to push yourself, if you’re not ready, or if you’re not sure how, or -”

“I know what to do, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate,” he tells you with a small smile. “For our 21st, Victoria decided to, ah, gift me a week’s worth of evenings with… Well, I’m sure you can imagine, given the context.”

You frown up at him. “Your sister gave you an escort for your birthday?!”

“Well, I certainly didn’t think so, at first. She had simply told me there was a young woman waiting downstairs for me to wine and dine her, and… Well, again, you can imagine how the night ended. And then, no less, Victoria told me she wanted to see me again the very next night, and so it happened again, and again, until one week later, she was never to be seen again.”

Your eyes widen, “Like, she di-”

“Oh, gracious, no! No, I saw Maggie in the town days after.” Ah, so this is the Maggie he mentioned the other week. “I approached her to ask her for another evening out, and that’s when she told me that she was… merely being paid to accompany me.”

You stroke his hair gently, pouting your lower lip out. “Your old life was such bullshit.”

“Yes, well. If only any of them could see me, now. Bully for me, eh?” Ralph smiles at you before leaning in to kiss you sweetly. 

You smile against his lips as you slowly drag your hands down around his shoulders, following the last few drops of shower water that remain on him down to rest on his chest. “Wouldn’t want them to. Want to keep all this just for me.”

“As you wish, darling,” he simpers back, and you feel his fingers bunching your shirt up. “As long as I get to say the same.”

“Of course,” you grin, lifting your arms up over your head. He pulls your shirt off of you, his hands carefully folding the garment as his eyes fixate on your body in total awe. He reaches over to place it down on your dresser, his gaze still never leaving your body, leaving you feeling totally enamoured at how respectful he’s still being towards even your clothes. He reaches around to remove your bra - doing so more efficiently than even you can - and drinks the sight of you in as it falls down your arms.

A shaky hand reaches out to hold your breast, his finger and thumb just resting inches away from your nipple either side. You moan out an oh and Ralph almost melts on the spot. He uses the other hand to cradle your neck as his kisses become far more open, far more passionate, and far more needy. He needs more than to just hear those sounds, he needs to taste them, breathe them, claim them.

He switches his hands to massage the other breast with the same amount of intention and love. Your hands blindly feel for where he’s tucked the towel around him and tug gently, in questioning. He hums affirmatively into your mouth and you unfurl the offending object, letting it fall to the floor and breaking your kiss to look down. It’s fully pressed against his stomach, smooth with a singular vein protruding down the side. Slender, but long. You can’t help but smile adoringly as it twitches under your gaze.

You look up at him with the same look in your eye as you reach down to run your fingertips along it. He starts to frown, and you immediately pull back. “Too much?”

“Oh, no, not at all! I’m just… A little puzzled, since you’re the one touching me.”

You start to feel your blood boil again. “When this Maggie,” you spit her name out venomously, “was ‘teaching’ you… What did she do, exactly?”

“Well, I suppose I know what to do with my hands, and with my mouth, and with… Well, the obvious,” he chuckles under his breath. “But… Once it was all over, for her, she would tell me we were done, and so I would have to… Relieve myself once she had gone.”

You feel your face start to contort with anger, but you manage to will yourself out of that. Instead, you keep your gaze fixed on Ralph as you sink to your knees. You watch his eyes widen as you take his length in your hand and slowly lick from base to tip. His fingers flex out and then into a fist again, so you guide them towards your hair. His grip seems intentionally gentle, and a part of you starts to wonder whether you can corrupt him into pulling tighter.

Again looking up at him through your eyelashes, you point the tip of your tongue and play it around the tip of his shaft, licking all around it with the occasional lap right at the top. He moans for you for the first time, far louder than in the shower. His grip tightens for the briefest of moments before he returns to his gentle ways. 

Spurned on, you finally wrap your lips around him and sink down, taking his cock in your mouth. His gasp stutters as a low moan rolls out beneath, and you have fun with moving at different speeds, turning your head, hollowing your cheeks, trying to move deeper until the tip of your nose nestles in amongst the mass of reddish-brown curls that adorn his length like a halo.

His knees buckle slightly when you reach out to gently caress his balls as well, and you pull away to check on him, wiping the drool off of the lower lip of your grin as you look up at him. “Everything good?”

He nods hurriedly. “Exceptional, truly, but I fear I may finish my part and neglect you in this.”

Your smile softens. “Baby, you don’t have to feel like you owe me. Besides, sounds like you deserve at least one night of selfishness!”

“Maybe so, but not tonight.” He offers his hand to help you stand up before placing a hand just under your ear to cradle your neck and head. “Tonight I wish to show you just how much I adore you. May I?”

You nod, “What did I tell you about asking, eh?” before shimmying yourself out of the rest of your clothes. You step back slowly, letting Ralph admire you. Any confidence issues you’ve ever had with your body melt with the way Ralph looks at you, as though you were a masterpiece at the Louvre. 

You sit yourself on the bed, shuffling back so that your head can rest with the pillows, and Ralph lays next to you, pressed against your side as his hand slides around your thigh. “Quite possibly the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he mutters into your ear as his fingers rub up and down until he notices you hiss with pleasure, going back to the spot he brushed past to cause that and starting to rub it in gentle circles.

“Oh, god, please, Ralph, right there,” you pant.

“Does that feel good, my love?” He asks in the same volume, and you nod.

“So good, fuck,” you moan, your hips squirming from side to side under his touch. You look over at him, glassy eyes and parted lips as he studies your face. You could count his eyelashes, he’s that close. Breathing in the air he breathes out, you could just move your jaw a fraction and kiss him, but this moment feels so intimate, so personal. Nobody else exists in the world right now except for you two.

“I’m so glad,” he whispers to you. “Because I wish to devote the rest of my days to making sure you know just how much you deserve to feel this way, always.”

You feel yourself start to well up with emotion, but that soon dissipates into pure pleasure as Ralph takes that exact moment to reach down and sink a finger between your folds, pressing it deep inside of you. You whine, gripping the sheets with the one hand that can hold them, bucking yourself against his touch, desperate to feel nothing else but him inside of you. “God, please, Ralph, more,” you cry out, and he obeys, adding another finger easily.

“You make my name sound heavenly, darling,” he simpers, pressing a kiss to the top of the shell of your ear. “Thank you.”

“- Make me feel heavenly, oh my god,” you whine, finally moving your head around but pressing your forehead into his face instead. “Want to make you feel this good, too.”

He tilts his head to press gentle kisses to your forehead before resting his own against yours and cooing, “You already have, my love, and I’m sure you will again. But, for now…” He pulls his hand away and moves to crouch down between your legs. Your breath hitches, echoing his from earlier, as he holds your folds apart with one hand and buries his tongue inside of you. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his head as you moan loudly, and he surfaces to ask, “Is this what you want, darling? Or do you prefer more of this?” As he moves up to press kisses to your clit, occasionally lingering to suckle on it.

“B-both! Both are… Fuck, just don’t stop, please,” you stammer out, and you can feel his lips turn up in a smile against your core.

“Anything you say, darling,” he purrs as he alternates between the two. You feel yourself clench sound his tongue, coaxing it in as much as you can, but the way your body moves as he massages your clit, your mind empties of every thought other than needing nothing but Ralph. 

You start to feel something rushing, moving to settle down at your core where your climax starts to build. You cry out, “God, Ralph, ’m so close, need - need you inside, now, please.”

“You need relief now?” He asks softly, and you nod, keening against him. “Then let go, my love,” he soothes as he sinks his two fingers inside of you again, sucking on your clit with much more fervour. You cry out in ecstasy as you feel yourself clench and gush around his fingers, your hands burying in his hair as he totally devours you all the way through your orgasm.

He resurfaces, looking up at you with his big, brown doe eyes. You try and smooth out how dishevelled you've left his curls, to no avail as his glistening gaze watches you with adoration. Panting, you smile down at him, “Holy shit, you’re perfect.”

He dips his head bashfully before taking his previous place of laying next to you. “Oh, please, as if I could ever accept such a title when lying next to the embodiment of it.”

You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as you look him up and down. “And just what do you think you’re doing there?”

The awe in his eyes is drained immediately, quickly replaced with sorrow. “Whatever’s the matter?”

“Well, surely you still need attending to,” you shuffle around to lay on your side, gently running your fingertips up and down his length again.

His breath once again hitches as he gasps sharply. “Oh, you don’t need to go to all that trouble, darling, I can just as easily do it myself and I won’t even make a mess of it, I’m very good at cleaning up after myself, an-”

You cut him off by pushing him onto his back, rolling over to take his member in your hand and start stroking it. “Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking about in the shower?” you ask seductively, resting your head in the crook of his neck and watching him twitch beneath your touch.

He swallows thickly before stammering, "Th- That delicious sound you w-were making, this morning, I was… Playing it o-ver and over, in my head… I thought about, p-perhaps, what might happen if I were to... To have kept on k-issing you. To have caressed you m-more, whatever it took to make that happen aga-again."

You hum out a low moan into his ear. "Mmm, do you like it when I moan, Ralphie?" He nods desperately, and a wide smile creeps along your face. "Good," you whisper with a kiss to the shell of his ear. "Because I like having you make me moan."

"Well, if you wish, I'd be more than happy to oblige again," Ralph smiles as he tries to roll over you, but you again push him back, this time moving yourself around too until you're sat on top of him, straddling him with a knee either side of his waist. 

"I want us both to feel good," you smile down at him, rubbing your palms up and down his chest. You trail your fingers down his torso to play in the trail of hair that adorns his stomach, shuffling further and further back until your lower lips start to mould around his cock. He breathes in through his nose, long and hard, and you lean forwards, sliding your hands back up his abdomen. "Do you want that, too?"

He nods, then his eyes widen in fearful realisation. "I, um... I didn't quite anticipate this happening so soon, and so I haven't... I don't have any..."

The concern that had filled your face quickly melts away. "It's okay, Ralphie, that's what that pill I take every evening is for. Though normally, I'd rather play it safe and have you protect yourself, too..." You grind yourself against him, biting your lip. "Tonight, I wanna feel you, Ralph. All of you."

He nods, "Ple- Please. Take all you desire of me."

You kneel up just enough to reach below you and aim his member until you feel his tip brush against where you ache for it most. You line yourself up before finally sinking down, burying him inside you. You let yourself sit atop his hips, savouring the moment. He runs his fingers up and down your sides as he admires your body, and you lean forward until you can reach over and hold the headboard for support. As you do, your breasts hang lower, putting Ralph in a total trance. His hands move to cup them again, this time taking your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

You let out a blissful moan as you grind yourself on him, revelling at how good it feels to be so full. You rock back and forth, letting that bliss consume you. You move one hand to envelope his, pressing his grip over you even tighter and whining at the added pressure. 

He bites his lip and you feel his hand relax beneath yours. You frown slightly at him, slowing your pace, but his expression of pure elation puts you at ease immediately. “Feeling good?” you ask with a smirk, regaining your momentum.

He nods, smiling mindlessly, though this time he holds your hips as though keeping them still. “I wan- want you - want to… Be the one on…” As he talks, you can almost hear his thoughts struggling to form coherently.

You smile softly at him, bending down one more time to press a long kiss to his lips as you lift yourself off of him, rolling over to lay back on the bed. “Like this?” you ask as you reach for his shoulder, tugging gently; no expectation of actually moving him, merely prompting him.

A warm, beaming smile spreads across his face as he moves over you. “Precisely, my love. Thank you.” He aims himself hurriedly, desperate to be inside you again, for you to complete him again. Whatever fates may lie out there, Ralph certainly doesn’t know, but after all those years of them turning their backs on him, he’s never felt so sure of where he’s meant to be.

As he pushes himself inside of you, he takes your hands in his, this time holding them against your pillow, either side of your face. Your legs wrap around his hips instinctively as you look into his eyes that bore back into you. Eyes full of love and of lust, of exhilaration and of tenderness, of willingness and of comfort. You wish you could give him any of that back, but all your face can do is contort with pleasure. You lift your head up, whining gently and pushing your lips out at him, to which he takes the hint and bends down to kiss you, his fingers flexing between yours as he holds you as tightly as he can. You feel the very edge of his neck chains drag against your skin as they swing, dangling between you. Every tiny little sensation feels magnified a hundredfold.

His breath becomes even more shallow as he breaks from the kiss, barely able to focus himself. You can tell he’s getting close, so you manage to wriggle your hand loose from his grip to reach down and start massaging your clit. 

Ralph snaps back into consciousness to look at you with a furrowed brow. “Am I not doing enough for you? Oh, darling, I’m so sorry, I -”

You cut him off by shushing him, “Shhh, shh, it’s not your fault, baby. Okay?” you soothe, and he licks his lips as he nods. His face softens at your term of endearment. “There we go. I just really want us to finish at the same time, that’s all. Do you want to do it for me?” you offer gently, and he quickly adjusts himself, holding himself up against the headboard while reaching down to rub just where you need him to. Your body grinds with his touch, still managing to move in perfect rhythm with him. His forehead rests on yours as you both look down, watching his every move as he ultimately pleases you, but Ralph’s quick to get back to kissing you.

What starts as sweet pecks quickly melts into sloppy, needy, desperate, open kisses. You mutter to him to kiss your neck, and the combination of the feeling of his lips, the tingling of his breath and the vibrations of his hummed moans that only get more intense as his hips move more erratically, all against the already sensitive skin of your throat drive you crazy. 

He moves back up to look at you, cheeks pink, ears red and chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “I think I’m… What should - Where should -”

You rest your hands on his shoulders, fingers pressing into the soft, freckled flesh of his back. “Just don’t stop,” you breathe back, feeling the build-up of your second orgasm fly through every single nerve. Breaths become whines, whines become moans, and the pair of you harmonise as you reach your peak together, as one. You bask in the warmth he fills you with, desperate to commit as much of it to memory as you can, knowing how rarely you’ll feel this exact sensation.

It takes Ralph a moment to recuperate as he simply flops down onto you, still inside you. You giggle, burying your face in his hair and kissing his head. “Enjoy that?” You ask in a soft, amused voice.

“Understatement of the century, my love. And I should know!” He exclaims, making you both laugh. He finally moves, pulling himself out of you - though still taking a moment to revel in the sight of his cum just peeking out from inside you - and laying himself next to you. You roll yourself on your side to face him, and he does the same. “It was everything I could have ever asked of you, and an infinite amount more. Thank you,” he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Thank you,” he repeats, kissing the tip of your nose. You giggle as he continues to thank you profusely, over and over, as he kisses you all over your face and down your neck.

“Alright, down, boy!” You laugh, lightly batting at the top of his head. “I’m not as sprightly as I used to be, I’m gonna need a minute before any round 2 happens!”

He returns to lay his head on the pillow next to you, pouting his lower lip out in an adorable manner. “I would never expect anything more of what you’ve already done for me!”

You reach over to stroke back some of his curls, grinning, “I know, you big softie, I was only teasing.” You huff out a long, exhausted breath. “Well! I think I need a shower after that.”

Ralph frowns, “Yes, I’m not certain now whether the moisture on my skin is from the shower I just took or from sweating, but I don’t want to waste any more of the hot water.”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure we’d both squeeze in there pretty easily,” you offer with a suggestive waggle of your eyebrows. Ralph looks semi-shocked at the thought, and you deadpan, “Ralph.” You gesture down your bodies and continue, “You cannot think anything’s still scandalous, surely.”

He dips his head bashfully, “I’m just not used to all of this! You’re the one corrupting me!” You gasp in mock offence, keeping your wide-eyed, wide-mouthed expression as he kisses all over your face again through his own giggles.

“Well, I’m gonna go get in the shower, anyway. If you feel like being corrupted any more, you know where to find me,” you tease, practically throwing yourself out of the bed.

As soon as you start running the water, you feel Ralph’s body pressing behind yours again, his arms wrapping around you and his face burying in your neck. Showering together feels like the most intimate thing you’ve done all day, the way you carefully explore each others’ bodies with the tender lathering of soaps, shampoos and conditioners. Once you’re out of the shower, and Ralph’s stood behind you to help you massage your favourite products into your skin, you consider teaching him all the fun of bending someone over a bathroom counter, but you decide to pace yourself. Everything you and Ralph have done so far today has been a big step for him to take, and the last thing you want to do is overwhelm him. 

It’s only when you’re both stood naked in your bedroom, trying to remember what’s stopping you from the default action of changing into pyjamas, when your stomachs growl in unison. You laugh loudly, “That’s it! It’s because we still need to eat!” You frown, “I don’t think we have enough stuff, I was gonna ask you what you wanted and then go and buy whatever we’d need, ’til I got distracted.”

“Whatever could you mean,” Ralph replies with a small, bashful smile. “Although… I was given a rather hefty tip from that large party that I helped today, and so I was planning on asking you to accompany me to a meal out, my treat.”

You smile with amusement, “A little bit backwards from my former dating life, to have dinner afterwards, but absolutely.” The comment seems to go over Ralph’s head as he looks through his dress shirts, though he keeps pausing to watch you decide on your own outfit. Once you do, he picks one that matches yours as closely as possible,

Ralph seems excitedly determined to show you where he wants to take you, which you eventually learn that he learned of this place from his friend Lauren, the one now dating Connor. It must have come very highly recommended, since as you queue up to join the waiting list, you see your friends already sat at the bar. 

They jump up and rush over, Lauren immediately greeting the pair of you while Connor talks to the host, who seems quite agreeable. When he joins you all, he tells you that he’s changed his and Lauren’s party from 2 to 4 so you can join them.

You all go back to the bar and order some drinks. As Lauren and Ralph excitedly catch up, Connor nudges you with a, “Look at us. Hey, look at us.”

Laughing, you continue the reference with a, “Look at us! Who’d have thought?”

“Not me!” Connor exclaims, causing you both to fall into a fit of giggles.

Lauren turns away from their conversation to look at you both in disbelief. “Did you just quote Paul Rudd, out loud?!” You both nod proudly, and she rolls her eyes in affectionate sarcasm. “Can’t believe I’m dating such a massive nerd.”

“Well, believe it, ’cause it’s truuue,” he singsongs teasingly, leaning over to plant an obviously very wet kiss on her cheek based on her reaction, making all four of you laugh.

“Nah, seriously, I never would’ve thought Connor would be that sappy, even if he was being a prick about it,” you smirk. “You kids are cute together.”

“High praise coming from the most anticipated couple of the 20s!” Lauren laughs.

“Oh, Loz, that’s quite the exaggeration,” Ralph comments with expressive eyes, but both Connor and Lauren rasp out in disbelief in the same tone simultaneously, to your amusement.

“It really isn’t, we’d all been waiting for you both to come to your senses for months!” Connor exclaims.

“Seriously, some of the girls were considering trying to hunt your lot down to add them to a group chat dedicated to playing Cupid!” Lauren laughs, gesturing between you and Connor as the four of you are called to go to your table. “Thankfully, as ever, I was the voice of reason that knew you and Ralphie’d figure it all out eventually.”

“And if things didn’t happen the way they did, you’d never have met me the way you did,” Connor grins as he sits in his chair, resting his elbow on the table and jaw on his fist as he watches Lauren take her seat, to which she beams back at him for. 

Ralph pulls out the seat next to Lauren, and you go to sit next to Connor when you hear him make a slight sound of offence. You look over and see him holding the seat out, gesturing to it. Pressing a hand to your chest, you stick out your lower lip in a look of affectionate appreciation as you take the seat, looking up at Ralph gratefully as he tucks your chair in before taking his place next to his best male friend.

“You’re such a gentleman, Ralphie,” Lauren comments sweetly, and Connor sighs, shaking his head with a sarcastic aura about him.

“S’pose I better get better at being more of a gentleman too, then,” he raises his eyebrows at Lauren, who mirrors his snort-laugh.

“Please, if I wanted a gentleman, I would have never gone for you.” The way they smile at each other fills your heart with a warm happiness. This moment right now, it’s one you’ve always convinced yourself isn’t real. You read about it, you watch it in movies and TV shows, but for years, your jaded mind had convinced yourself that every piece of media just recycled the same trope time and again. That this feeling of being with your person, who just gets you and who you just get, and seeing other people be with their people too, it’s all too good to be true. That’s why it only exists in fiction. And yet, here you are. Living it, and watching one of your best friends live it, too. You’re sure that your other friends have found theirs, too, but you just couldn’t see it for yourself until you’d experienced it.

By the end of the meal, you’d agreed with the pair of them to have another dinner party, this time all coupled up with everyone’s partners invited, too. Ralph rocks back and forth in his seat excitedly. “You got something you wanna say, Ralphie, or d’you need to use the little boys’ room?” Connor comments with a smirk.

“Well! I was rather hoping an opportunity to show off to you all would appear soon!” Ralph beams, practically vibrating on the spot. “You see, between Babs and Alex - you know, who I work with, you met Alex the night of my birthday,” he hurriedly explains to your confused expressions, and the three of you chorus an Oh! of realisation.

“You know, for someone who works in retail, you might wanna remind them the importance of actually introducing themselves to people by name,” you explain to Ralph, who nods in understanding and continues.

“So, as I was saying, Babs had been talking about how she always loved to cook, but she hasn’t any children to pass recipes and such onto, and I may have… Confessed my lack of cooking prowess, and know-how of all these appliances and whatnot. But Babs has been teaching me how to use things with as few… Gadgets and doodads as possible! And Alex has been teaching me things that do use them, since they feared that if I remained clueless about them, I may do more harm than good.”

“Sounds smart. Remind me at some point to bring Alex whatever their favourite thing is into the shop one day,” you nod, to Connor and Lauren’s amusement - though Lauren’s is largely still recovering from Ralph’s use of the word doodads.

“So, if it would please you all, I… Would like to be the one to cook for everybody.” Ralph looks at you all hopefully.

“It’s a sweet offer, but our pokey little flat’s got barely enough room to swing a cat around, I dunno if we’d be able to fit everyone and their partners to ours -” You start, and Ralph’s expression visibly saddens, which breaks your heart to see, but Connor salvages it.

“You can cook at mine, mate,” he offers with a smile. “Not really fair to offer up anyone else’s places since they’re not here. Just don’t go starting any fires and we’re golden.”

“Oh, drat, there goes my master plan!” Ralph jokes, making you all laugh.

On the day of the dinner party, just before you leave for Connor’s, you happen to notice one tweet amongst many others in Ralph’s mentions. Most of them speculate whether you and him are an item or not, now; you’d agreed with Ralph to try and remain as inconspicuous as possible, to avoid your fear of strangers’ judgement, especially when so many of them are so willing to openly confess their traction to Ralph on public social media.

But that remains a difficult task when you both get heart eyes every time you so much as think about one another.

The tweet in question comes from someone who had bumped into the pair of you a few days prior. They had recognised a few of Ralph’s instagram backdrops as being local to them, and so had made some bracelets in the hope of gifting them to him someday. Ralph had been completely bowled over at the notion of somebody handmaking a gift for him, and had been wearing them ever since, proudly showing them off to anyone he talked to. The tweet read: “pretty sure i saw @RalphOnTwitter wearing my bracelets in someone else’s selfie they got with him. it’s fine. i’m fine.” followed by a gif of someone totally freaking out.

Just as you’re about to leave the house, you call Ralph over and tell him to hand you his phone to pose for a quick photo in the mirror, as long as he hugs you for it. He happily obliges, and you’re thrilled to see his sleeve working in the exact way you’d hoped it would. After double checking that the icons of the instagram profile with the same handle match with the twitter account you were hoping to reply to, you add a hover tag over his bracelets as you post to Ralph’s instagram, letting him caption it:

With that, you mute his instagram and twitter notifications, wanting to salvage as much of his phone battery as possible, and hand him his phone back.

Once at Connor’s, Ralph insists on having total jurisdiction over the kitchen. You keep all the drinks out in the living room so as not to disturb him. It’s tough not to keep checking in on him all the while, not because you don’t trust him in the kitchen (well, maybe a little) but mostly you just don’t want him to feel as though he can’t ask for help if he really needs it.

Things seem to be going well for long enough that you allow yourself to relax and enjoy your friends’ company. Your former, single self always thought that people changed when they got into relationships, including your best friends. Not that it stopped you from being their friend, by any means, but you’d certainly noticed a difference in them. Something about all of that makes so much more sense now that you’re in the same boat as them, though.

In the middle of a conversation about everyone’s early stages of dating, Scott and his partner’s attempts to recollect their first dates are interrupted by a clattering crash sound, followed by the last word you’d ever expect to come out from behind the kitchen door at this exact moment: “Oh, fuck!”

All heads snap to look towards the kitchen at once. All voices call out the word, “Ralph?!” at once. Naturally, you’re the first on your feet, sprinting to find him standing with his head hung, looking at the pan that’s now laying face down on the floor, bits of food strewn all around it.

“Oh, babe,” you frown, stepping over to him while trying to wave everyone else away from the doorway for a moment. “It’s okay! Are you hurt? Was it hot?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t even get a chance to put it on the stove before I ruined it.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, my lovely, I promise,” you encourage him quietly, picking his head up in your hands to stroke his face with your thumbs. Quietly in part to keep Ralph focused on just the two of you for now, and maybe also in part so your friends don’t have to hear you use terms of endearment you’d have made fun of them for just months ago. “Is it just this to prepare, or is there more stuff?”

He shakes his head, “Everything else is on time to cook, but I won’t have time to prepare and cook these starters again -” He stops himself to look at you, startled and embarrassed. “Oh, heavens, I swore, didn’t I?! Did everybody hear?”

“Do you really think any of us give a shit?” You laugh, and Ralph finally allows a chuckle to escape his lips, too. “Guess I still had a little corruption left in me, eh?” You tease, and Ralph’s ears turn violently pink.

“There are other people just outside that door!” He hisses bashfully, and you laugh loudly.

“Exactly. So, why don’t you call them in here, go get yourself a drink and sit down for a bit, and we’ll get these starters remade in no time.” You look over to the counter and gesture to it with your head. “That the recipe for it?” Ralph nods. “There we go, then. Off you pop,” you grin, pulling him in for a kiss before guiding him out, allowing yourself a cheeky tap of his ass as he walks past you. He looks at you with faux indignation and you stick your tongue out at him in response.

Your friends all help you clean up and re-prepare the starter course while Ralph joins the other partners in the living room. Once everything is made and in the oven, you all leave, letting him go back and finish. He thanks everyone profusely, but you all wave him off.

“C’mon, babes, you’re officially one of the in-laws now!” Grace grins at him.

“Yeah, you’re family,” Anna adds, reaching up to pat his head as always, which he responds to by scooping your friends into a big hug.

As he steps back, misty-eyed, he takes a deep, shaky breath in. “Right, well, then. None of this is getting dinner back on track, now, is it!”

The rest of Ralph’s cooking goes off without a hitch, and it all tastes amazing. At first, Ralph remains bashful, erring on the side of self-deprivation as he insists that he’d rather people were honest with him, and not trying to save his feelings, especially since you and your friends deserve all the credit for the starter. Even he can’t deny everybody’s praise once it comes to the second course, though, to your delight.

The other partners all insist on doing their part by washing up while the rest of you veg out on the sofa, feeling bloated from finishing every bit of a three-course meal. You’re all talking about work, trying to figure out when you’re all next on the same day off when the others join you. Lauren, perching on the arm of the chair Connor’s sitting on, asks him, “Ooh, what are we all talking about? Have you told them what we were talking about?”

“Shit, yeah! Thanks for reminding me, babe,” he beams at her before turning to you all. “Well, we were thinking, ’cause we were talking about going on holiday together and stuff - oh, piss off,” he sneers jokingly at everyone else’s ‘aww’s. “But, like, obviously everything’s mad expensive these days, so we thought, maybe it’d be cheaper if we all went away somewhere together, since it’s getting warmer?”

“Like. Brighton, again?” Ralph asks.

“Well, we were thinking of maybe aiming for somewhere abroad,” Lauren explains.

Horrified, you and Ralph instinctively chorus a “No!”, causing everyone else to frown at you.

“Uhh, Ralph can’t go abroad, he doesn’t have a passport!” You explain hurriedly, and Ralph nods profusely, his eyes wide.

“Oh, well, it wouldn’t be any time soon, we can wait for him to apply for one!” Connor smiles at Ralph, though he remains uneasy.

“Yes, well… I, um… Flying is… Not something I would want to do, frankly, it’s, um… Quite terrifying! Yes, I’ve a paralysing fear of aeroplanes, I don’t trust them in the slightest,” he rambles, but Lauren’s not buying it.

Her eyes narrow as she looks at him. “You’re lying.”

Resting your elbows on your knees, you rub your face, keeping your hands over it as you think. Trying desperately to think of any other way around it, you just can’t think of a decent-sounding lie that’ll definitely waive everyone’s suspicions. You tilt your head over towards Ralph, not moving your hands, and mutter to him, “I think this is it, Ralphie.” He looks over at you in fearful questioning, and you nod in resignation, pressing your lips together. “Think we’ve finally gotta tell them.”

“Tell us what?” Connor asks.

“Oh, come on, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat now, what’s happening?” Grace asks, eyes wide.

“Is it a cult thing? Was I right all along?!” Scott asks, but Anna shushes everyone with a wave of her arm.

“How are they gonna explain if none of you let them talk?” She asks, raising her eyebrows at the others before looking to you, silently willing you to continue.

“Okay, well. This is going to sound insane, but I swear, you have to hear me out, and you have to believe me no matter how batshit it all sounds,” you start.

“About 80% of what Ralph says is batshit insane, but we still hear him out,” Scott points out with amusement, but he soon clears his throat. “Sorry. Carry on.”

You lean as far back as you can in your seat before sitting up straight. “Okay. So, you all know Homeless Pete, right?”

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Hi, i am sorry, i need to know....

What was Graysons opinion on Hyena when he find out about her and how did he? Did Adam told him?

It's pretty normal for them to have trusted lackeys when they're off doing their own thing, specially if they have their own side business like Smasher did (tbh he's the reason we even got that fuckin spider bot lmao he sold it to dum dum)

So whenever Grayson did meet her it was pretty standard & he showed a lot of respect and would answer whatever questions she had! Grayson is also too busy to really interact with her and keeps up with emails and the local maelstrom so Hyena just leaves him alone the majority of the time when she is around (plus Hyena had her own work in place so they hardly saw each other)

As for how he met her? Smasher told him someone was gonna stop by and see him on the ship but he didn't say exactly who. Just to leave them alone & tell the others so Grayson does just that. Eventually Hyena comes in and he's just kinda like "goddam ANOTHER big mutherfucker???". They got along just fine tbh Grayson doesn't have any beef with her and neither does she because he does exactly as he is told!

When Smasher got promoted and left Grayson on his own Hyena pretty much forgot about him.

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actress!reader x matty healy instagram blurb

(FC: Daisy Edgar Jones)

a/n: hello everyone!! again, i really enjoy reading instagram blurbs so I decided to write another one! any feedback is appreciated or if any of yall have requests/ideas for fics or faceclaims for more of these i'd love to hear them!! kisses!!

yninstagram MET GALA 22 🖤🖤 @/oscardelarenta

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ynfan1 OMG PAUL AND YN AND PHOEBEEEE

enews We’re dying! A Normal People reunion!!!

oscardelarenta It was a pleasure having you join us!

>yninstagram Thank you so much for having me !!!

phoebebridgers sexyyy

ynfan2 she’s so pretty i can’t breathe

ynfan3 mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry.

ynupdates yn with a fan last night at the 1975’s show in LA! apparently she was there with Phoebe Bridgers and Bo Burnham!

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ynfan1 she looks so prettyyy!!

ynfan2 omg PLEASE tell me there’s photos of her with bo and phoebe!!!

>ynupdates check out my page!!

ynfan3 this is me! she was so lovely and she danced with me and my friends for a couple songs!

>ynfan4 omgggg i’m so jealous!!

yninstagram Vanity Fair. Out now. Xxx.

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ynfan1 mOTHER???

trumanblack fit x

>1975fan1 matty?? And yn??

>ynfan2 yn was seen at a 1975 show like a month ago!!

>yninstagram @/trumanblack oh, you.

ynfan3 already bought a copy!!!

ynupdates yn out with some friends at a bar in LA! 

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ynfan1 who was she with??

>ynupdates some industry people and her manager, Rachel!

ynfan2 i miss her London vibe but i’m so glad she’s getting more exposure in america!

>ynfan3 she’s scheduled to go on British radio next week so hopefully she’ll be going back soon !!

mtvnews Is a budding romance in the air? We think so after Yn was a blushing beauty on British breakfast radio after being asked about her newfound friendship with The 1975’s frontman, Matty Healy! Eagle eyed fans noticed Healy commenting compliment after compliment on Yn’s insta posts since last month (when she conveniently was seen at Healy’s show in LA). What do you think? Let us know in the comments!

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ynfan1 ugh can’t 2 people just be friends?? she seemed so nervous for the whole interview and they took ONE part out of context!

1975fan1 who even is she?? maybe her and matty are just friends!!

>ynfan2 she’s an actress! She was in Normal People and she’s gonna be in a show with Andrew Garfield later in the year called Under The Banner Of Heaven!!

yninstagram lol

>trumanblack 🤪🤪

yn1975fan1 do yall see yn and matty’s comments???!! what is going on??!!

trumanblack smooch xx

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yninstagram okay cruella devil…

>trumanblack RUDE

1975fan1 omg matty with a dog??? DYINGG

ynfan1 wait isn’t that yn’s dog, rex???

>ynfan2 omg i think ur right!!

>yn1975fan1 omg that’s so cute that matty met rex!!!!

ynupdates yn seen in London yesterday with Matty Healy from the 1975! they had some drinks with some friends and were walking hand in hand! so cute!

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ynfan1 omg omg omg omg omg my PARENTS

ynfan2 they are ADORABLE I LOVE THEM

yn1975fan1 from all the videos of them together, they seem so happy with each other <;33

1975fan1 cmon…we don’t know if they’re dating! They could just be friends!!

yninstagram i help him work 💞

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yn1975fan1 OOOHHHH MYY GODDDDDDDD

ynfan1 aaahhhh theyre so cute together

trumanblack help distract me more like

>yninstagram shut up you love it!

trumanblack i help her work 👹👹

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yninstagram STOPPP DELETE ITTT

>trumanblack never its what you get

yn1975fan1 omg they are just the cutest im dying!!!!

1975fan1 ok matty and yn are totally together im gonna just lay down on the highway now

denisewelch gorgeous!! X

managerrachel don’t you bother her too much, Matthew!

>trumanblack attacked? on my own post? when she started it?

yn1975fan2 SHUT UP MY NEW FAV COUPLE

enews New couple alert! Actress, YN and 1975 frontman, Matty Heally were seen very close last night outside a bar in Soho, London (if you know what we mean). This comes after months of flirting and appearances on each others’ socials but neither parties, nor their teams, have yet to confirm anything–though we think it’s pretty clear where their relationship lies!

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yn1975fan1 they’re cute and all but this kinda feels like a breach of privacy? like they didn’t know the photo was being taken and if they wanted to be public with their relationship, they’d talk about it more

ynfan1 take this down!! this was clearly taken without their permission!

yn1975fan2 ugh idk who i’m more jealous of!!

1975fan1 please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another woman. This is not me and it's hard enough knowing this has happened without seeing it. Enough now.

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yninstagram heatwave killin me

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trumanblack the weather isn’t the only thing thats hot

>1975fan1 mATTHEW

ynfan1 so pretty!!

managerrachel get inside! don’t want my favourite client getting heatstroke…

>yninstagram yes mum…

yn1975fan1 pretty sure that’s out the front of matty’s house…

>yn1975fan2 well if they’re dating its not really a surprise that they spend time at each other’s houses

trumanblack 📸📸📸

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yn1975fan1 yn is so prettyyyyy

1975fan1 these are so cute!!

yninstagram 💕💕

>trumanblack 💗💗

trumanblack Today marks a year of loving you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy–I didn’t think I could ever be this happy. Thanks to you, I believe in soulmates. Here’s to one, and many more to come. xxx

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yninstagram xxx

yninstagram 1 year with this one. My dear, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and everyday, I love you more and more. I cannot wait to see what else comes our way 💕💕

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trumanblack 💗💗

people Packing on the PDA! Matty Healy and YN were seen this week dining in London. They appeared very in love and rumours report they were celebrating their anniversary! How cute!

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yn1975fan1 i love them so much!!!

yn1975fan2 i can’t believe they’ve been together for a whole year!!

yninstagram big day 🕊️🕊️

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phoebebridgers so beautiful, queen!!

>yninstagram love you!! So glad you could be there xxxx

managerrachel my girl is MARRIED!!!

trumanblack officially off the market, ladies and gentlemen

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1975adam welcome to the married gang bro!

yninstagram yeah, NOW you’re not single…

>trumanblack in the eyes of the lord, baby!