#like I love him v much but wow the issues

[cakeofthepan]

The whole Charleston Chew bit is one of my favorite things if only for the Anthony’s laughter after Will says “that’s complex”. Plus some bonus talking dads for all of the Oakson shippers out there.

[Audio Transcript:

[Don’t Bring Me Down by Electric Light Orchestra Plays]

Matt: And I grab one of my secret stash, and I unwrap a piece of my secret stash, and I hand it over to Gartok. I say—

Darryl: Take a chew of that.

Anthony: Okay. He puts it in his maw and it’s like [chewing noises], he’s like—

Gartok: When is this done?

[all laugh]

Gartok: It just kinda keeps going.

Matt: I put one in my mouth and I smile and watch him chew his. I just go—

Darryl: Yeah, it’s pretty good, right?

Matt: And I start the engine.

Gartok: It’s kinda—it’s like a challenge, this [gnawing noises].

Will: I can hear them talking, right?

Anthony: Yeah.

Will: Okay.

Henry: Oh, can I have some of that Charleston Chew?

[all laugh loudly]

Darryl: [startled] What? What are you talking about? What?

Henry: You guys are eating that Charleston Chew up there, the one you were eating earlier?

Darryl: Hey, Henry, can I talk to you really quick?

Henry: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Darryl: Just mano e mano in the back of the van?

Henry: What’s up?

Darryl: So I noticed that you saw my little dirty secret…the box of Charleston Chews.

Henry: Oh, I thought you meant the fact that we just killed someone’s son.

Darryl: Yeah, that’s pretty tough too but uh—

Henry: But you’re more worried about the fact that I saw your candy bars than the murder we just did?

Darryl: Look, man, I’ve really been… I told Carol I was gonna lose weight and I’m not supposed to be having these—

Gartok: [yelling in the distance] Just go!

Darryl: But here’s the thing, these were my dad’s favorite candy and—

Henry: That’s complex.

[all laugh]

Darryl: I want you to take them because I don’t want to disappoint Carol, but I don’t want you to throw them away. Will you just give me one whenever, I don’t know, whenever I do something you think my dad would be proud of, maybe you could give me one of these Charleston Chews.

Freddie: Jesus Christ.

Henry: You know what? I think your dad would be very proud of you right now, so here’s a Charleston Chew.

Freddie: God.

Matt: He goes uh-

Darryl: Hey, Henry.

Henry: Yes, Darryl?

Matt: I toss you the keys.

[Henry gasps]

Darryl: Why don’t you drive the beast, maybe? Make sure your boys are alright?

Matt: While he’s driving, can I do a sleight of hand check to try to steal some Charleston Chews since he’s distracted while driving?

Anthony: Yeah, go ahead and do that with advantage. Sleight of hand.

Will: I do not see the theft of the Charleston Chews, but I will—I would like to say for the record that I have been keeping count of the Charleston Chews. So the next time Henry checks the books, he might sense something is amiss.

Matt: I grab one and I start pulling it and I go “ehhh” and I go for another one.

Anthony: Ooh, what. This is a dark day for you.

Matt: I got a 19.

Will: You got another 19? [rolls die] I got a natural 20.

Henry: Darryl! I thought you wanted me to drive because I’m having a tough day.

Darryl: Just keep driving!

Henry: You, sir, have an addiction to chocolate that you need to deal with. And I will not have my trust undermined by the likes of you for some Charleston Chews! You get those when you earn them, sir.

Will: And I snatch it out of his hands.

Will: Okay. I pull up to the bleeding elf.

Anthony: All right.

Will: And I unroll the window.

Darryl: No, don't give them any money!

Will: And I say—

Henry: Hello, sir. Bleeding elf.

Bleeding Elf: Hello. Alms, please? Alms?

Henry: Well, I’m fresh out of alms, but I have one of these for you.

Will: And then I give him the Charleston Chew while making direct eye contact with Darryl.

Bleeding Elf: [gasps] What is this?!

Henry: This is a confectionery that maybe will help you in your travels, ’cause it seems like you’re having a tough day, sir.

Bleeding Elf: Ooh!

Henry: And maybe you could appreciate this and so other people could learn to appreciate not taking these things for granted.

Bleeding Elf: I’ve had a very tough life indeed; let me partake of this confection?

Anthony: And he starts, like, unwrapping the Charleston Chew with his bloody fingers and it’s all slippery. He’s like—

Bleeding Elf: This could take a bit.

Anthony: And then he opens it and pops it in his mouth and starts to chew and goes—

Bleeding Elf: Ohhh. Delectable.

Darryl: [sighs] Yeah.

Bleeding Elf: The most delicious thing I’ve tasted in a fortmonth.

Will: All right.

Darryl: Sorry about that Henry.

Will: I glare at Darryl, and then I pull out another Charleston Chew and I throw it into the pit.

Henry: You’re down dos today, buddy!

Anthony: You hear a voice go—

Orgy Participants: Oooh delights of many varieties today!

[music fades out]

Matt: Yeah when Will, when Henry takes away the Charleston Chews and then like, and my stomach comes back

Will: Yeah, like that’s pretty kinky. Like that who- the Charleston Chew thing is a lot of like Henry like, dominating Darryl. Like, it’s very intense.

End transcript]

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[manmuncher777]

How You Deserve | JOHN PRICE

words - 5k

warnings - smut, unprotected, p in v, fingering, oral fem!recieving, slight degradation, cheating?

a/n: huge thankyou so much to @sky-is-the-limit for allowing me to use her idea, it's helped kickstart my writing again on a fresh account. I do plan on writing more, definitely. I am just a very slow paced writer. But I put a lot of effort into this and hope it lived up to what you imagined. This is the idea she had.

MDNI!!!

Apartment 138 b 

Your apartment. 139 b was John's. 

He told you to call him John when you first met, and you couldn’t think of another name since. You had lived there for just under 5 months now and seeing your neighbour every now and then was a blessing. 

God the man was attractive, you always loved an older man, and my god does he pull it off well. When you first met he offered to help you move the rest of your things, and who were you to decline such an offer, watching his muscles flex and he picked up boxes. He even told you to call if you had an issue - giving you his number for ‘emergencies’. The little graze of his hand against your made you wonder if you could use it for more than that. 

And of course you did call, one day when your sink wouldn’t stop dripping. you knew just the man to call, and when he came over you made sure to take great care of him.

You may have spent the afternoon cleaning your whole apartment before getting dressed up, but not to the point where it would have been noticeable. Just enough that you hoped you might catch his attention.

“Thank you so much once again John” you said as you moved about your kitchen, past the man under your sink. Your eyes not being able to resist travelling over that part of his exposed torso as he was under you sink. His shirt riding up with every movement of his arms, just enough to tease you. You bit your lip at the sight.

“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me so much, it’s fine honestly. I'm happy to help, gets me out of the house” he joked, tinkering about with all sorts of tools, you leaned over the counter, watching as his forearms flexed with each twist of the wrench.

Fuck... those pet names he gave you always left you fangirling. He made you blush like a little school girl.

“wow, and here’s me thinking you had a wild night life”

he chuckles as you can’t help but smile at the sound, god even his laugh was sexy, and you wish you could see the smile on his face.

“Not me, the wildest I get is staying up past 10 on a weekday.”

“I'm shocked, I thought you would be a man of the night, getting up to all kinds of mischief, bringing women home and going down to the pub.” You fake shock, secretly you were just doing this to find out more about him. Find out if he had a girlfriend that was lucky enough to have him.

“Nope” he laughed once more “no wild women of the night for me”

‘awh dammit, that’s my chance blown then”

“well I do believe in second chances love." he says after a moments silence. He gets up from under the sink, standing with you counter top in between you both. His aftershave wafting towards you with his movements, drawing you in.

"lucky me then..." You say just above a whisper as you stare up at the man in front of you. God.

What you wouldn't do to jump over the counter and drag him to bed with you, wrapping your arms over his broad shoulders and dragging your hands over his muscular back. You felt jealous of your sink pipes for a second, realising that they got to feel his hands and you didn't.

But sadly he bid you a good night, letting you know he was just a call away if you needed help with anything. You watched after him as he walked out of your door and into his own.

You planned on breaking lots of stuff around the house to get him back round.

You saw him all the time, you would sometimes go out and plan to arrive the same time that he did, you soon figured out he was some kind of military man, and watching him walk by you in his uniform was a sight to behold, you would 'accidentally' drop your keys in order to prolong the time you could see him. You would exchange pleasantries and smiles whenever you saw each other, but you always noticed his stare lingering on you, and you never minded. To be fair, you practically undressed the man with your eyes whenever he returned home in his uniform. The sound of his boots against the stairs up your complex would leave you skin tingling.

In the mornings when he was due to leave for work you would be outside if your house in skimpy nightwear, getting your mail and wishing him a good day at work.

He was convinced that he actually had a better day at work on those mornings that he saw you. God he wouldn't even let you out of the apartment looking like that, he would keep you wrapped up in his arms in bed, risking being late to work for a few more minutes. He had to practically force himself to keep walking past and not stand and stare. But you were so sweet, practically inviting him in.

You were also so pleasant to him, he remembers having to correct you every time you called him 'Mr Price' and act like it didnt turn him on. You always dressed so nicely whenever he was round, wearing tops with necklines that complimented your breasts, or tight fitting skirts. And the smell of your perfume whenever he some over is almost intoxicating, its as if you sprayed some right before he came through the door (you did).

He was tempted to break something each time he was round so he had another reason to come back, he liked having you fawn over him. Asking him about his job, making him tea, giving him cookies to take back with him. And the way you would look up at him and rub his arm as he told you to call him if there was any thing you needed. And as he looked down at you, his mind couldnt help but wander.

Holding your stare he wondered if you would keep the same eye contact with him whilst you were sucking his cock, or he imagined if those pretty eyes would screw shut if he was eating you pussy. He had to shake himself out of it, walking away with lusty eyes and pants that felt significantly tighter than before.

Now you did have a boyfriend. kind of. a weird relationship with a guy you met a few months ago, he was a friend of a friend. You didn’t mind him, he filled the void and while you felt bad that it wasn’t a true relationship, you knew he felt a similar way. You could see his eyes wander and he’s always been rather secretive. A few times you have suspected cheating, but honestly couldn’t bother yourself with the drama. You didnt love him, and he didnt love you. simple. He served a purpose, or he did. He's started to not do so well in serving that purpose recently.

So there you lay, wishing you had spent the evening calling John over to fix the shower, instead you had your boyfriend rather aggressively trying to rub your clit, and failing rather miserably.

He had never been great at sex, but as of recently you kept having to question why you would invite him round, he never got better.

"you like that? yeah? you like my huge cock. It's big right?" okay. overstatement.

He thrust in and out of you hard and fast, clearly focused on chasing his own pleasure, his average - not huge - cock was not doing much for you. "so big inside you huh?" he questioned again, his rubbing not slowing down, neither his thrusts. You let out a lacklustre moan, hoping the quiz about the size of his penis would stop. You tried to be in the moment, but it wasn't really working. He had you in missionary, he wasn't even looking at you and to be honest, you were almost bored. He wasn't here for you, he was here for himself.

It left you questioning why you even let him come over "a bit to the left" you tried to ask him, guiding his hand with your own, but he wasn't really interested. Hardly paying attention. a few seconds later his thumb moving back to where it was before. no where near you clit.

"oh fuck- gonna cum" he splutters out, pushing all his weight onto you

God why didnt you call John. Of course he was on your mind right now.

Suddenly you felt embarrassed, he could probably hear this absolute shit show. You had days where you could hear his tv through your shared wall, and you realised he could probably hear this.

That embarrassment was soon replaced with another feeling when you got a little idea in your head.

"oh FUCK" you let out a nearly pornographic moan that even had your boyfriend snapping his head to look at you. You were fully aware that your bedroom wall was the shared wall between you and John.

"that feel good, feel it deep inside you?" oh god you were encouraging him. You just hoped John could hear this, because otherwise you would be boosting your boyfriends ego for no reason.

"soo good, fuck yes. right there. oh my god" you kept on, moaning loader and louder, practically squealing and screaming. "Sooo big!" God you actually had to try not to laugh at yourself.

This clearly excited your boyfriend as his thrusts sped up even more, a few seconds later and he was cumming with a load noise. You of course pretended you had cum too, putting on your best performance yet.

"oh fuck, yes yes yes gonna cum, OH, oh fuck" you squealed. Having to slap your hand over you mouth to stop a laugh following. John couldnt have not heard that. In fact you think the whole apartment building heard it.

Your boyfriend practically crushing you under you weight now, feeling rather proud of himself. He then leaves nothing but a few minutes later, of course. Not bothering to check on you. God you really needed to break up with him.

After cleaning yourself up and getting into some comfy clothes you decided you needed some fresh air, to try and get the captain out of your mind. You swear the say he told that he was a captain you almost exploded, got to love an authority figure as well. He just kept getting better and better.

As you lean on the railing just outside your front door, you heard movement from you neighbour, and as if it was a sign from the universe to tell you that he would forever be stuck in your mind, John comes out. Rather hurriedly zipping up his coat and locking his door.

"in a rush?" you ask as you watch him, a small smile on your face as you watch him freeze at your voice. As he turns to you, you can see his pink tinted face, as you hope its because of your little act earlier.

"uh, yeah, just needed some things" he says, clearing his throat as he glances at you, not looking at you for more than a few seconds before looking away.

"hmm, have fun" you nod at him, and he rushes off. You almost giggle to yourself as you made him squirm. Your hoping that your little plan worked.

And you think it did, Johns stares at you in the hallways became more intense, and when you did get him round to fix the shower, its as if he didnt want to leave, always finding new ways to continue a conversation or different things he needed to fix. You could basically feel the tension when you two got close. You wanted him, badly.

Just to make him squirm even more, you wanted to make him snap. You needed him to react, to do something, so you tried you little boyfriend trick once more. Calling over you disappointing boyfriend, who clearly enjoyed himself more than you, and then faking it louder than before. Something truly turned you on about the fact he could hear. And minutes after it finished you boyfriend left again.

You were prancing about your apartment, rather pleased with yourself once more. I mean, maybe not pleased as you just had incredibly shit sex, but it was worth it you hoped. After a quick shower to wash the evening disappointment off of you, you chucked on some panties and an oversized shit, preparing to wrap yourself up and watch a movie of some kind. Your wet hair tickling your back as you reached to grab some fluffy socks. Then without warning your whole apartment goes dark, you body jumps slightly as you search for your drawers, finding the flashlight you keep. Great just what you needed after trying to make a bad night good.

You rush about you apartment lighting some candles in each room, but you didnt have many.

This is an emergency, you thought to yourself.

Seeing as you didnt have your phone on you, it made sense to go and knock on his door, it was the evening, but not late enough for him to be asleep. You rush to your own door, opening only to find the man you were just about to go and get. huh, maybe you summoned him or something.

"John, I was just about to come get you, is your power out as well, what did you need?" you ask, curious as to why this huge man was standing outside your door, basically blocking and of the night sky from being seen behind him.

"I'm here to finish what that stupid little boy you fuck around with cant" He says, and you can feel your insides flip at his deep voice.

"Mr price-" You start, shocked to see the burly man practically oozing with lust, his heavy breathing and unbreaking stare made you feel timid as your legs turn to jelly, taking a few steps back.

"John." he corrects, stepping forward into you dimly lit apartment "Every fucking time I see his car pull up, I have to stop myself from beating the living shit out of him. How could a man not spoil something as precious as you" He says, his huge hands now gripping at your waist, you go to speak but he cuts you off. "and don't even try and lie, I know your faking it. I know you haven't cum a single time you've been with him, but still you want to tease me, you know exactly what you've been doing to me you fucking minx"

You don't even know what to say, you've been caught red handed. You lean into his grasp on your waist, his hands feeling even better than you could have imagined.

"not so noisy now love are you?" he coos at you, he can see you resolve slowly failing as you become putty in his hands "how about this? I give us what we both want and treat you like you deserve." A small smirk resides on his face as he watches your eyes light up.

He was cocky, but you loved it.

"yes John please, I'm sorry." You practically whine at the man as he quickly shuts your door behind him, the loss of his hands feels like a sin, but soon he grabbing you by the hand and taking you to your bedroom, you chuckle internally at the fact he knows his way around you apartment so easily.

"oh no darling, I'm sorry. I should've seen what a desperate slut you were sooner." He's whispering in your ear at this point, telling you filthy things, getting you as desperate for him as he's been for you. Gently placing you down on the bed before positioning himself between you legs, kissing at your thighs "Poor thing, you've been begging for it for months now, how cruel am I for not giving it to you"

Honestly you don't know how to react. Your brain has gone to mush while this gorgeous man is muttering filth to you and he's about to eat you out, but his stare is full of innocence. Those gorgeous eyes not breaking eye contact with you, even as he kisses you over your panties. You try your best not to cry out at the sight, but that is just a promise of what is to come

"let me show you what you've been missing out on, please?" there's that fake innocence again, it may seem like he's asking you to be sure, but he already knows your answer. He just wants to hear you say it.

"Please John, I want it so bad, want you." you beg him. I t felt good to finally tell him, all of that tension finally being released. And all you saw was the cocky smirk on his face again before he was removing your panties.

"shit sweetheart, Your practically soaked and I haven't even touched you yet. Did he ever do this for you?" John asked, running a finger through you soaked folds, to be honest you didnt even know you could get this wet before the sex even started. You shook your head, of course he didn't, he never thought to be that generous.

"dickhead" you could hear price mutter to himself as he continued to tease your dripping hole with his fingers. "what a waste" Without warning he then plunges two fingers deep inside of your, letting out a low groan at how wet you are.

You couldnt help but break the shared eye contact with him as your hands gripped as you bedsheets and your eyes screwed shut. Finally you were getting what you had been deprived of for so long. His fingers starting pumping in and out of you slowly, building a consistent pace. This time, instead of forced the moans you were so used to the moan let out was completely involuntary and you hands fisted as your sheets. John cant help but let out a small chuckle at the noises you make when he finally gets his hand on you.

"shh, that's it sweetheart, just relax f'me" he rumbled as his other hand finds it way to stroking you thigh, trying to calm your tense state. Your eyes snapped open, trying to get a glimpse of John. Each thrust of his fingers sending you mind further and further into mush. Your hips chasing his ever move, bucking with every brush against your g-spot.

He looked heavenly, his face gently lighted by the candles in the room, his hair slightly out of place while his eyes focus themselves on you completely. His hands flexing with every movement he makes.

Never taking his eyes off you, he leans down, finally tasting you. His tongue licking gently stripes, collecting your wetness.

He moans at the taste, something oh so satisfying about finally getting his mouth on you. Like his dreams come true.

His thick fingers worked magic inside you as their movements never faltered. His tongue increasing in its assault of your clit, running over the bundle of nerves over and over leaving you twitching and writhing beneath him. You could already feel you orgasm approaching yet he had hardly gotten started yet. "fuck, so good" you whimpered out, and you saw the pleased look he had on his face. Your body twisted and writhed on your bed, not used to the intense pleasure you were feeling as this man carefully and skilfully worked on your pussy.

"I know, I know. Being so good for me." he whispered, and even that drew another moan out of you. It was almost overwhelming, you hadn't had someone care for your pleasure solely before, and it almost seemed as if John was getting off on it by the quite groans he was letting out himself. Waves of pleasure flowing over you, and you wouldn.t mind being drowned in this feeling as you slip further into the lust.

Your hands released their iron grip that they held on the sheets and found their way to his hair, tugging at the dark roots. This seemed only to encourage the man lapping at your cunt. He was devoted for sure. The feeling of your hands gripping his hair, letting him know that he was doing his job right.

He could sense you were already nearing your climax, he could feel you tightening around his fingers, practically sucking him back in every time he threatened to leave. His tongue sucking your clit, focusing its movements, and that mixed with an added finger and some verbal encouragement, your orgasm grew ever closer. Every breathy moan as whimper was a signal to john that he was doing a job well done, he watched your face eagerly, watching to see what had an affect on you, trying to see what you liked the most. He wanted it just as much as you did. A desperate plea for release clear within you both

"come on darling, give it to me. Good girl." he spoke lowly, watching as you tried to force you eyes open, yet failing as your orgasm took over. You stomach tightening as his fingers carefully rode you through. You could be certain you weren't faking any of those moans as you basically sung his name like a prayer. "John, fuck, fuck-oh my god". Your legs tightened around his hand as you felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. You had finally received the pleasure you had been wishing for and it left your eyes burning with tears, tears of pleasure of course.

"There you go sweetheart, you did so well f'me" He whispers as he kisses up your body, his hands tracing over your skin as if he were trying to memorise every inch of it. He almost seemed angry that your shirt served as another layer between you both as he ridded you of both his and yours, throwing them somewhere in your room. You were too far gone to notice. You chest still heaving up and down as you came down from you climax. "Thank you" was the only thing you could mutter to him and he kissed up your chest and neck, before finally kissing you on the lips. You both moaning at the sensation, at something that had been long awaited. You had found their way to the back of his neck as he kissed you hard, his lips almost punishing yours as his tongue entered your mouth. You allowed yourself to be claimed by him, having no desire for any kind of power, you were his for him to do with as he pleased.

"can you take a bit more for me sweetheart? Got to have my cock inside you” he groans lowly in your ear, the noise practically ungodly. You whine, you cant tell if its at the loss of the contact of his lips or his filthy mouth. Or maybe its the huge hand now making its way to your breasts, playing with your nipples ever so gently, making it harder for you to form words.

"oh don't tell me I've lost you already love? First time being fucked properly and your already gone." He coos at you, smirking to himself. He is rather proud of the effect he's having on you, it had gone far better than he expected. Although your previous boyfriend didnt really leave much he had to live up to.

"please John, fuck me. I need it so bad, need your cock." Your whole body was practically screaming out for more. Your mind only being able to focus on one thing as your eyes trace over the man in front of you. The buzz of your previous orgasm still on your skin leaving you craving another. You couldnt help but be selfish as this man was offering himself to you so generously.

"oh you need it darling? well in that case..." he trails off, pulling your legs open, wide enough for him to fit in between as he lines himself up at your entrance, slowly teasing you, dragging his red tip through your folds. He had enough composure to tease himself also by doing this, being almost painfully hard. You couldnt help but watch intently, almost being mesmerised by the lewd act.

He couldn't take it anymore. H e needed to be inside you, he craved it. All those times he had imagined you bent over your kitchen counter, or him dragging you back to his room to have his way with you finally coming true.

Slowly, he pressed himself inside of you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel him, all of him. And he certainly was big. A joint moan released by the both as you as he sinks himself inside of you fully, and he stays unmoving for a moment, basking in the closeness you now both shared.

You were absolutely fucked. You couldnt keep it together. You were so full, finally so satisfied that you couldnt even think straight, all your mind was focusing on was how you stretched so well around him. It was taking everything for you not to start moving your hips or crying out for him, trying to keep your restraint as you felt practically euphoric. You felt like you had been lit on fire, your skin feeling alive with every breath he took, the slight movement inside of you.

Finally after what seemed like centuries John moves. His forehead dropping down to rest on yours as he tries to ease a slow pace, practically torturing himself.

"Holy fuck- so perfect. You feel so fucking perfect f'me sweetheart" he groans out from above you, his whole body encasing yours as his hips speed up pace.

Your hands find his back, clawing at the skin as you lay with you mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Your eyes fluttering shut as you try to focus on how good you are feeling right now. That is until a firm hand grasps you jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to make your eyes open.

"You keep your eyes on me, don't you dare look away. Want you to watch me as I ruin you." he whispers to you. He wouldn't be surprised if you didnt understand what he said, you were a whimpering mess. He had just asked one of the hardest things for you to do. You had to watch this man fuck the shit out of you, it was almost too much to handle.

His deep groans echoing in your room, partnered with your moans.

What you don't realise is seeing you in this way, so vulnerable is his favourite part. The sparkle in you glossed over eyes as you cant help but be trained on him, the smudged mascara framing them perfectly. You glistening with either your spit or his, either way it turns him on. You spread out so innocently before him, for him to be the one to make you feel so good, and not be able to fake it even if you tried.

his hips were punishing, every thrust now pulling a moan out of you, music to his ears he thought as he smirked down at you. how cute he thought, watching you struggle not to close your eyes an scrunch them shut at the pleasure

"Too much for you sweetheart?" he questioned mockingly, receiving only a cry in response. You clench around him, never wanting him to leave your walls. He definitely didnt want to leave them either.

His hands coming down to brace your hips, stilling you wriggling as he pounds into you, harder and faster, he wants you to be able to feel him afterwards. He doesn't want there to ever be someone that can make you feel as good as him. You clench again, and again and John ca tell your close.

"Gonna come for me again love? Come on, on my cock, there's a good girl" Jesus this man knew exactly what to say to have you screaming for him. One of his hands releasing the bruising grip it kept on you hips to rub at your puffy clit.

With your moans and the way you fit him so perfectly, He couldn't see himself lasting much longer either, his main mission is to have you cumming before him.

"come on darlin, need it. Come all over my cock" Whispering in your ear with that gorgeous voice of his as his thumb fingers rub tight circles on your clit and his huge cock is practically splitting you open has you tumbling over the edge.

"John, oh my fucking god." Every muscle in your body tensed as he made you cum once again. God it was so good, like a coil that had finally been released. At last you had finally been satisfied. Your legs wrapping around his back, trapping him in as his hips still hammered into you, leaving you shaking from sensitivity. Like a madman possessed he chased his own orgasm, watching where you both connected intently as you soaked him completely with your release.

"Fuck sweetheart, gonna ruin this perfect little pussy" He moans, his hips now faltering in their pace, stuttering as his orgasm comes close. Your overstimulated body now quivering as you do you best to clench round the man, wanting to bring him the same pleasure that he just gave you.

"please John, i want it so bad" you whisper to him, and that sends him over the edge, spilling himself inside of you, thrusting his cu deep inside of you, continuing until he couldn't anymore. His hips stilling as he finishes, before gently pulling out of you. His eyes unmoving as he watches himself seeping out of you used hole. He wanted this moment imprinted on his brain

You lay there on the bed, completely fucked out and unmoving as he goes to grab a washcloth. It saddens him slightly to clear away this mark he had left in you. But he does it either way, gently cleaning you both off.

He soon settles next to you, a content sigh leaving his mouth. "So, who was better me or your ex?" he asks, a stupid question with an obvious answer. Laughing as you slap him playfully on the arm

"Oh my ex for sure"

[samwinchestersno1fan]

Home- Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

cw: fem!reader, smut, fluff, a little angst, exes to lovers (kind of), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, couch sex, kinda (really) awkward (sorry), no protection (wrap it before you tap it pls), reader is shorter than sam, not proof read, cross posted on ao3, 18+

word count: 2.3k+

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You were sitting on the old, worn out couch in your apartment, reading some shitty lifestyle magazine with a half empty glass of wine on the coffee table and some trashy tv show on the tv for background noise. It was dark outside, the lighting in the apartment was warm and dim. Your cat was sleeping on the window ledge, the room was quiet except for the tv. You sighed as you turned the page of the magazine, stupid celebrity gossip, makeup ads, diet plans, what's in fashion for autumn. The same as the last issue except it was summer fashion. But you were bored so you kept reading. 

But you were pulled out of your trance when you heard a knock on the door. 

Someone was at the door? This late at night? It creeped you out a little. Who would be knocking on your door at this time?

You sighed and dropped the magazine on the coffee table, slowly walking towards the door, a little weary of who it could be. Serial killer? Probably not.

Hopefully not.

You opened the door, you forgot to lock it earlier. Wow. 

You looked up.

Oh God.

It was Sam. Sam Winchester. Your ex boyfriend. 

You hadn’t seen him in a long time. You broke up not long after his brother came along. Something to do with his dad. He didn’t go into detail. You didn’t take it well. Obviously, you loved him. You still maybe loved him. You wouldn’t admit that though. You tried to date other guys but it just never worked out. They weren’t him. 

But there he was. Standing right in front of you. Wow. 

He had left some stuff at your apartment. You lived together before the break up. He left some shirts, a hoodie, CDs, books, and his cologne. You kept hold of it all, embarrassingly. You didn’t want to throw it all out. You felt a little embarrassed and shameful about the fact that you just couldn’t move on. 

You looked up at him, he hadn’t changed much. Neither had you though. You just stared at him for a few seconds. Almost mesmerised. 

“Sam…” Your voice was quiet, a little weak. You didn’t really know what to say, but the tension between you was palpable. There were a lot of unresolved feelings. A lot of things you wanted to say and do. You wanted to punch him really hard but you also wanted to kiss him. Maybe both. Who shows up at their exes place randomly this late at night? 

“I… wanted to see you.”

You just stared up at him, a little dumbfounded. Did you want to let him in? Get mad at him? Kiss him? You couldn’t exactly think straight and it was really, really annoying you. Why couldn’t you just say something?

The tension was thick. You wanted to make a move. He wanted to make a move. Why did he have to show up? 

You were doing fine. 

You weren’t but you like to tell yourself that. 

You finally managed to say something.

“Why do you want to see me?”  You spoke without thinking, your tone was blunt and cold. You mentally beat yourself up for that. Way too standoffish and a bit too hostile. Not how you wanted this interaction to go. Wow. 

“I missed you.” Oh.

He missed you. After all this time he still missed you. Of course, you missed him too. It’s not like you broke up because you didn’t love each other. He just didn’t want you involved in all the shit that was going on in his life. You didn’t think he would break things off because of it though. But it was nice to know he still missed you… and maybe still wanted you. 

“Really?” You asked. You looked a little bewildered. But who wouldn’t? 

He nodded.

“Yeah.” His voice was quiet.

Okay. What were you supposed to do now? Invite him in? Yeah. Probably. 

“Do you, uh, wanna come in?” Wow. You sounded really awkward. Just what you wanted. Good job. 

He stared at you for a few seconds before answering.

“Uh, yeah, sure…” 

There was so much unresolved tension, it was eating away at you both. You moved to the side to let him in, his arm brushed yours. Oh God. It sent a shiver down your spine. It was an accident, he barely touched you but it sent sparks through you. 

The apartment was small, he stood next to the couch, kind of awkwardly. As if he’d never been there. But he used to live there. And it wasn’t awkward like this. Obviously. 

You walked over to Sam. You stood in front of him, you looked up into his eyes. He stared back. The Tension was killing you. Just do something. Kiss him. Punch him. Strangle him. Something.

“I really, really missed you. I’m sorry.” He had a look of regret on his face, it made you a little hopeful. Maybe, just maybe it could work out. 

“Do… Do you still want to… like… be with me?” That sounded really awkward and somewhat desperate. Wow. You had a hopeful look in your eyes. He had regret in his. 

He stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“Yeah…” 

Right. Of course he did. But what now? Do you make a move?

Yeah.

You hesitantly reached out a little to hold his hands. He almost instantly reciprocated. He pulled you in closer. This is what you wanted. But you were almost too stunned to really do anything. 

“You don’t mind if I… Uh…”

“Kiss me?” You said that maybe a little too quickly. You sounded desperate, which wasn’t how you wanted to sound but it came out that way anyway.  Probably because you actually were at this point. 

“Yeah.” He said, his voice was quiet and soft, almost a whisper. 

You could feel your face heat up when he said that. You moved a little closer, your bodies were touching now, he leaned down, you stood on your toes, your lips finally met. The kiss was soft and sweet. It didn’t last long. You missed this. It was exactly what you wanted. 

You both stared into each other's eyes before leaning in for another kiss, this time more passionate and deeper. Your hands let go of his hands, wrapping around his neck. Your bodies were pressed together, his arms moved around your waist. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, you let go of him. He let go of you. You took his hand and led him to the couch, he complied without a word. 

He was basically on top of you, your back was against the corner of the couch, he kissed you again, with the same passion as before. Your hands gripped his shoulders, one of his hands moved down to your hip. 

Sam started to trail kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. He began to bite and suck on your neck, you let out a blissful sigh, tilting your head back a little to give him more access. He bit down harder where your neck met your shoulder, you gasped softly, your grip on his shoulders tightened, your eyes closed. 

His hand slid down further, to the hem of the oversized shirt you were wearing. If you knew he was coming over you wouldn't have been wearing an old oversized shirt with nothing but your panties underneath but he didn’t care about that. He didn’t need you to be all dressed up for him. 

His fingers lightly grazed your inner thigh, right up to your panties. His fingers pressed against your heat. Your panties were soaked already, thanks to Sam, of course. You gasped again at the feeling. You hadn’t felt like this in a long time now. None of the other guys you’d been with could get you this worked up as easily as Sam could. None of them were as good as Sam. 

His long fingers rubbed your clit through the wet fabric, you moaned quietly. You tried not to be loud, the walls were thin. You both learned that pretty quickly when you first moved in. 

As good as it felt, it wasn’t enough, you wanted more. 

His fingers moved to the waistband of your panties. His movement stopped.

“Sam…” Your tone was whiny, you really, really wanted him.

He looked at you for a few seconds, like he was mesmerised by you. Then he suddenly spoke.

“You look really pretty.” 

You could feel your face heating up again.

“Thanks…” You mumbled, your voice was quiet, but you managed to keep eye contact with him. 

“You want this… right?” 

Obviously. 

“Yeah, of course.” 

He kept eye contact with you, your face felt hot.

He leaned in to kiss you again, his fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties. Your moan was muffled by the kiss. Two of his long fingers traced up and down your folds, Sam could feel how wet you were. And it was all for him. He continued to kiss you, his thumb rubbed your clit. It felt so good. It felt so good to have him back with you, kissing you, touching you like this. You hadn’t felt like that in a long time. It was just like before. You didn’t want this to end. 

He continued to kiss you, it was passionate but not hard or messy. It was perfect. One of his fingers dipped between your folds, into you. Another small noise you made was muffled by the kiss, after a moment, he dipped another finger in. Your eyes were closed, one of your hands moved up to the side of his face, holding him there. Making sure he wouldn’t disappear. Or leave again. 

Sam's fingers curled inside you, your back arched, it felt so good.

 So good.

He kept going, his thumb was still circling your clit, his fingers pumping inside you. He pulled away from the kiss to look at you. You were so close. You could feel that tight pressure and it was going to snap. 

And then it did. 

You threw your head back on the arm of the couch, your eyes were closed. You moaned, louder than before. Your breathing was heavy. He couldn’t stop staring at you. 

You finally caught your breath again, you looked into his eyes.

You didn’t want to sound completely desperate but you couldn’t help it.

“I need you, Sam…” Not want. Need. God, that sounded desperate and you almost hated yourself for it but you couldn’t help it. 

He nodded. Your hands moved to his shirt, your fingers began to unbutton it. He let you. When you were finished he pulled his shirt off, discarding it on the floor next to the couch. You ran your hands down his toned torso, all the way down to his belt. You could see just how much he wanted you. He was so hard. And it was because of you. 

You looked up at him again, he nodded slightly, you could see in his eyes just how much he needed this. You unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his jeans. Your hand went underneath the denim and you palmed him through his boxers. His breathing got heavier and he made a few quiet noises before grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away.

You were confused for a moment when he got off the couch, but he quickly began to pull his jeans off. You watched him and removed your shirt, throwing it on the floor so that you were in nothing but your panties. No bra. You stared at him, taking in his toned form. 

He removed his boxers and moved back to the couch, over you again. His hands slid down your waist to your hips, his fingers curled under the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips so he could pull them off. The apartment was cold, but it felt almost overwhelmingly warm at that moment, in the best way possible. Sam looked at you again, his pretty eyes staring right into yours. You knew what he wanted, you wanted it too. You nodded, your legs wrapped around his hips. 

He slowly entered you, he always started off slow. Once he had bottomed out he stayed still for a few moments until you asked him to move. 

He started off with slow thrusts, you gasped at the feeling. It was so good. He remembered exactly how you liked it. 

He started to speed up after a short while, your arms wrapped around him, you buried your face between his neck and his shoulder. Your breathing got heavier, your moans were muffled and quiet. He groaned quietly, keeping a steady pace as he thrusted into you. You shut your eyes, all you could think about was him. How amazing this felt. How you desperately wanted things to go back to how they were before. You missed him. 

He sped up a little more, one of his hands moved down to your clit, his fingers circling it. Your nails were digging into his back, your moans and whines got louder. You were close again. He knew that. 

Sam kept going at that pace, his fingers continued to circle your clit. You could feel that familiar pressure inside you again, you were close to a release. He was too. He let out a quiet, breathy moan. And it sounded so amazing knowing it was because of you. 

You finally felt that pressure inside you snap again, you moaned again, louder but it was still muffled because your face was buried between his neck and his shoulder. Your legs tightened around him, your nails were still digging into his back. His thrusts became less steady, he was close. 

“Come inside… please…” 

That’s all it took, your soft, quiet voice asking him to come inside you. You were starting to feel overstimulated, it was almost painful but in the most blissful way possible. 

He stayed inside you, your head fell back to the arm of the couch, looking up at him with hazy eyes. He leaned down to kiss you again, it was soft and gentle. 

It felt amazing to have him back here with you, in your apartment. 

You never wanted the moment to end.

[callsign-joyride]

Down Bad | Hughie Campbell

Summary: Your first date with Hughie goes way better than expected.

Content warnings: SMUT (MDNI), unprotected p in v, fake marriage, fluff

Lyric: "I might just not get up, I might stay down bad."

Buy me a coffee

There was something so endearing about Hughie Campbell. The two of you had met at a coffee shop. You were running late for work and had to use the bathroom, and the coffee shop was the nearest option. The issue was that you had to buy something in order to get the key to the bathroom, and the line was almost out of the door. You weren’t going to be able to wait that long, and Hughie could see from where he was that you were stressed out. He pretended that he was your husband meeting you there and ordered you a latte before handing you the bathroom key.

“Ugh, thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,” you said as the two of you walked out of the small building.

“Any time. I’m Hughie, by the way.”

Both of you talked and introduced yourselves on your walk to work, and you almost didn’t want to end the conversation when you got outside of the doors of the building. Hughie could tell, so he asked you for your number and texted you his name. It was like you were consumed simply by the idea of him, as your coworkers started to tease you at lunch about how often you were checking your phone.

You both hated Vought, something that was hard to find in common with anyone in the city these days. He didn’t exactly tell you why he hated Vought, but he mentioned something about a Supe killing someone that he loved. You just hated Vought because you could see right through most of The Seven, but you were too scared to expose anyone because you didn’t want to lose your job or get killed. 

By the end of you workday, you had exchanged countless texts with Hughie and the two of you had planned to see a movie together. There was a new horror movie that both of you were interested in, so he bought the tickets and sent you information about the theater. You changed out of your business casual work clothes into something more laid back and got to the movie theater about fifteen minutes before the movie was scheduled to start. Hughie met you by the ticket booth and gave you your ticket.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be sitting next to the weirdos in our row, so I got you the aisle seat.”

“Thank you, that was very thoughtful,” you said. It kind of surprised you that Hughie was willing to pay for everything, even the draft beer that you had ordered, but you weren’t going to complain. 

You both enjoyed the movie, and you were laughing and chatting about it on the way out of the theater. As you walked back to your car, you could tell that Hughie was nervous about something.

“Hey, do you feel okay to drive? You had a few beers and I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said. You smiled and unlocked your car.

“Yeah, I feel fine. Do you want to meet me at my place?”

“Um, sure, yeah. Send me the address.”

That was the first thing that you did when you started the car. He wasn’t too far behind you, as you were sitting in the driveway on your phone when he tapped on your window. You let out a laugh and got out of the car, leading Hughie to the front door.

“Wow, your place is beautiful. It’s like a witchy cabin in the woods. I love it,” he said as he looked at the woodsy decor and photos of Stevie Nicks on the wall.

“Thanks, it took a while to get it to this point. I bought almost everything secondhand, except for the couch and chairs.”

You showed him around the house and walked him in to your home office. It was slightly amusing when he ran straight for the vinyl records that you had, but you had quite the collection, and your friends always looked at them when they were over. 

“I have some Billy Joel records, by the way. They’re sorted by artist, so you can take your pick. The speakers play it all through the house.”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

You were surprised that he picked one of your Fleetwood Mac vinyls, even though he had the option to play Billy Joel. The surprise quickly wore off as he walked over to you and cupped your cheek with one hand and moved closer to you to kiss you. Things really picked up after that, and you were sitting on your desk with your hand in his pants before you knew it.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, yeah?” You asked, breathless from the way that Hughie was kissing you. He nodded and closely followed you to your bedroom before closing the door behind him and taking his shirt and shoes off. You were close behind, and it wasn’t long before he was on top of you, grinding his length against your core. 

“Can I take these off?” Hughie asked, gesturing to your jeans.

“Yeah. Actually, let me. They’re skinny jeans, so I don’t know how far you’ll be able to get taking them off by yourself.”

He chuckled and you stood up to take off your jeans and underwear, and he did the same. He was bigger than you thought as you straddled him and started to rub his cock between your wet folds. You leaned forward to kiss him and he pumped his cock before easing it in. Moaning from the pleasure, you said that it slid right in. 

“I know. Fuck it feels so good. Can I-?” He grabbed your hips and started to take control, and all you did was moan about how good everything felt.

“I’m so close, Hughie! Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Oh, I want you to cum inside of me so bad. Oh my God, it feels so good.”

“Yeah? You want me to cum inside of you?’

You moaned out a “yes” and he asked for you to roll over so that he could be on top. You came at the same time, and he rolled over and grabbed a nearby box of tissues to clean both of you up.

“God, that felt good,” he said after catching his breath.

“I know. Honestly, it’s probably the best sex I’ve had in a while.”

“Honestly, me too,” he said. You chuckled and stretched before cuddling with him for a few minutes. Neither of you had realized how late it was until you reached over and glanced at your phone. With the clock nearing midnight, you decided to let Hughie stay the night. Tomorrow was one of your work from home days, so you didn’t have to kick him out. In fact, you made breakfast together and he stayed until a few minutes before you had to log in for work. 

“I had a really good time, and I’d do this again,” he said as you walked him to his car. 

“Good. How does Friday night sound?”

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[kayhi808]

I got an ask for ya. I don't think anyone has asked this but I apologize if answered this...

What about if Mama gets pregnant? Will Abbie Rose be happy? How will Bucky react? Maybe he thought he would be able to get Mama pregnant because of his Hydra past. U can do with this what u will. Thank u, and I love our little family. Superb writing as always. B

Thank you, B!! 🥰 Wow! There's so much here to work with. Someone did ask about Abby being a big sister. In theory, she's so excited...in reality there might be big adjustment / jealousy issues our little family will need to work through. I'll try to find a link. Proud Papa Toys for New Baby

You're sitting on the bathroom floor, the chill from the tiles seeping into your skin. Tears silently tracking down your cheeks. You just finished a battle with nausea & dry heaves.

You jump at the light knocking on the bathroom door, "Doll? Are you ok?" Bucky could hear your heavings & stuttered breath. "Can I come in?" He tries the door and it's locked. He's about to panic when he hears the soft click of the lock. He slowly opens the door to find you on the floor & he closes the door, not wanting Abby to see you like this. "What's wrong?" Kneeling by your side, rubbing little circles onto your back.

"I got sick."

"Do you want me to take you to the med bay?" After the wedding, you and Abby moved into The Tower with Bucky.

"I'm also...late."

"Late for what?" You roll your eyes and cry harder. "Oh. OH!"

"I'm about 2 1/2 weeks late and..and I just threw up. I didn't think too much about being late because the stress of the wedding, moving here..."

In a stunned whisper, "And I told you I couldn't have children."

"You said that with HYDRA...the serum..."

"Its not possible."

"You're the only man I've been with! If I'm pregnant, the baby is yours."

Bucky frowns at you, "Of course the baby is mine! Did you think I'd question that?!"

"I don't know! I'm just scared."

"Shit," gathering you in his arms, "Doll, you're so..."

"Don't call me crazy!"

Kissing you on the forehead, "Wouldn't dream of it." His hand rest on your abdomen. "Do you really think you could be pregnant?"

Your sobs turn to hiccups, "I think I am."

Bucky picks you up and carries you back to bed, "We'll get you tested first thing in the morning, but for now, try and get more sleep. Don't worry about Abby, I'll get her ready for school & drop off. Get your rest." He pulls you back up against him. His hand still resting on your belly.

******

"Any word?" You jump at the sound of Bucky's voice from your doorway. "Sorry."

"Not yet." Bucky leans down for a kiss.

"Were you able to keep anything down today?"

"I had toast and some soup. I'm good." Your phone rings and caller ID say it's Dr. Cho. "It's her! It's her!"

Bucky runs back to shut the door & rushes to your side. "Mrs. Barnes."

"Hi Dr. Cho. I have you on speakerphone, Bucky is here."

"Sargent Barnes. Congratulations are in order." Both you and Bucky turn to each other wide eyed. "Baby Barnes should arrive early February of next year."

"Oh my God."

"Holy Fuck," you swat Bucky's arm. "Sorry! That's great news! Thank you so much."

"It is great news but I will be classifying this as a high risk pregnancy. We don't know the effects the serum will have on the baby. You'll need to be monitored closely."

"Of course, whatever you think is best!"

"I'll have a checkup calendar sent to you and Sgt Barnes."

"Yes, thank you so much!" You hang up the phone and Bucky's already swept you up in his arms.

"I put a baby in you." He laughs, "A super baby."

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[twisted-king]

Hello! Since you also write genshin, I've thought about reader or F!S/O being from Teyvat. But that isnt really the main point. How 'bout their F!S/O is from Sumeru and is strictly bestfriends with Cyno and Alhaitham. How would Trey, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Jamil feel about their F!S/O having boy bestfriends back at her world? Maybe if they're jealous, reader tries to comfort them by saying that Alhaitham is engaged(to Kaveh)XD Lol

You dont have to do this if its to much♡

Oddly specific but I like the cut of your jib!

Also can be read as genter neutral, I don't reall mention gender on this one?

Trey, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Jamil X F!SO from Teyvat

who is also besties with Cyno and Alhaitham

Trey Clover

Well youre from a whole different world! Magic seems to exist in some capacity at least.

He doesn't know what a Zatyun peach or a Sunsettia is.

But he tries v hard to make you things that remind you of home sometimes!

He actually does a pretty good job at it too!

And thats where the issue arives.

Whenever he asks about your homeland he knows he is going to hear about your best friends

He's trying SO hard to be normal about this

Trey loves you so much but, he gets a little jealous!

You've done so much with these two!!!

"And Cyno's jokes are the absolute WORST! I swear some of the things he says are worse than Ace's!" "Oh that's... nice!"

but they're your best friends! He really shouldn't be jealous.

"I still don't understand why Alhaitham is so jacked, like all he does is read books all day!"

He really shouldn't be jealous

"And I'm kind of glad its never too hot around here! Like I know he works primarily in the desert but like put a shirt on sometimes! You know?"

But damm its hard.

He tries to be subtle (not really)

"So have you ever like... done anything with one of these guys?" "What do you mean?" "Like have you dated one of them..?"

oh.... OH!

You laugh at that, he's embrassed "Oh gosh NEVER! They both have boyfriends anyhow! Alhaitham is engaged!" "Oh."

You nod and give him a little kith

Wow he's relieved!

Azul Ashengrotto

He loves learning about you and your home world! Truly!!!

Azul thinks your mind is briliant, you're so smart and quick on your feet due to years of travel!

With travel comes a lot of experiences

a lot.

without him.

He's playing it cool though! suuuper cool

"Oh I remember Alhaitham would never answer anything that wasnt formatted or completed properly! maybe you could do the same? it would certainly free up some time, no?" "Of course it woudl free up some time, dear... But" "buut?" "Well it wouldn't be fitting of my benevolent nature now would it, my love?"

Azul keeps trying to prove he's a better boyfriend than your old friends

He needs you to know he's the best option for you <3

"And could this 'Cyno' make you a delightful seafood pasta like this?" "No, not really, he was more into rice." "I see..."

Oh hey he made you curry and rice

You know, by the way. He is NOT sneaky

After another bout of showing off, you finally say something.

"They have boyfriends, you know?" "huh?" "Cyno and Alhaitham? they have partners. You don't have to be jealous." "Why would I be jealous, dearest?"

DENIER

Denies his jealous to this day but he gets happier after you reassure him.

Jade Leech

Yeah he's super cool about this!

for the most part...

He's extremely interested in learning about the flora in your world!

and he thinks those vishap creatures you compare him to sound rather interesting.

Jade being rather curious in nature comes in handy! since he doesnt seem to get jealous.

His questions are... odd, though. they kind of make sense?

"Cyno once took out like-- 10 guys in like a MINUTE! it was so cool! "Is he that fast in the depths of the sea?" "No-" "I see..."

Sometimes he's a little less slick though

"OH my gosh Alhaitham is so weird about soup! He hates the stuff because it could get on his books of all things!" "Does he consume beverages as he reads? tea perhaps?" "Yeah, sometimes." *Pleased eel noises*

He's just being careful :)

Jade often prefers to dicuss your best friends while in the kitchen. he likes spending this time with you!

And he has his knives and mushrooms at his disposal.

*chop chop chop* "And so Haitham and I used to skip out on akademiya meetings together-" *chopchopchop-* "But Cyno would ALWAYS 'catch' us just before the meeting would actually ends-" *ChopChopChopChop-* "So then he'd bring us to Kaveh, Alhaitham's fiance to-" "He has a fiance?" "yeah,why?" "no reason." *chop~ chop~ chop~*

He's still keeping the information from his... questioning in mind.

Can't be too careful, after all.

Floyd Leech

He loves his shrimpy's stories!!!

He hates his shrimpy's stories :((

Floyd is reaaal conflicted. He thinks you're so interesting! your world seems like fun!! he wants to go there with you.

But not with those men you keep talking about

"So sometimes there are these HUGE mushrooms that kind of act like a launchpad! they're super springy." "Eh? Jade might like soemthing like that... OOOH! do ya think if I throw someone (Ace) on one of those they'd still bounce?" "Yeah they would! one time while going after a criminal, Cyno had to-" "Eeeeh I'm bored. You coming to my next game?"

Subtlety? not THIS eel

He audibly groans when you bring them up sometimes.

But he still loves hearing you talk! so it really confusing sometimesz

"So genius invocation uses 8 elements, 7 from the nations, one is omni. Usually the cards are based off of vision users like Diluc of mondstadt, Arataki Itto, from Inazuma... OH! there is one of my best friend, Alhaitham, he's dendro and Cyno's is electro, its actually" Oh he's no longer looking at you.

You get an idea... "There is one of Haitham's fiance, Kaveh" "Oh really?"

GOT HIS ASS

You're his girlfriend, you know him best.

He's a little less weird about listening to your stories now, he's way more enaged.

He still tugs you closer to him when you mention other men, but thats kind of normal for him now.

Jamil Viper

A confident king? He's not really jealous. He knows he can be better than them.

Plus they're just friends to you.

But in all honestly he like... doesn't care too much about Teyvat.

You're here now, with him. not them.

Don't get him wrong, Jamil likes hearing about what your world!

There's only oneee little thing he doesnt love hearing.

"Sometimes I miss the food from Teyvat... Cyno always made the best Tahchin." "The best you say?" "Yeah! he shaped it like a pyramid every time he made it!" "Have you ever tried mine?" "You make tahchin!?"

He's smug, you'll love his cooking more than that Cyno's.

He serves you a plate of tahchin, golden brown, perfectly seasoned, barberries topping the rounded rice dish "So, what do you think?" "This is so good! I kind of miss the padisarah petals though.."

The hell is THAT?

"Is it... not up to your expectations, my flower?" "No its delicious! I think I just miss the way my friend would make it.."

He's a little grumpy about it!!

Jamil gets kind of huffy with you next time you're together.

He's not ignoring you but just don't bring up food for a while.

Snake man will just respond with "Why don't you ask Cyno." when it comes to cooking for the next day or two...

[traumatizedartist]

*AHEM*

My murder drones au headcannons (the one with actual digital art)

These 👇

Anyways yknow the drill at this point, look under the cut for the headcannons

TW FOR SUICIDE ATTEMPT IN THE HEADCANNONS (I'll have it be in red so you can skip past it if it makes you uncomfortable)

Uzi- Autistic, clearly

She has daddy issues but not nearly as bad as in canon(Khan doesn't leave her for dead in this au she "sacrifices herself") she's still super emo. She has a more scene style. Her, Lizzy and Doll are actually kinda close, they become even closer(become friends) after the series ends, cuz, yknow, Uzi saved the world? Anyways, she's dating N, and she doesn't care that he killed her mom(I mean she does but it only affected them for like, a year, so I guess a long time, they actually broke up cuz of it but they were both fuckin miserable and Nori slapped some sence into her cuz she saw how N looked before killing her and he looked so guilty ((wow the run on sentence go crazy))) So yeah they're the dictionary definition of a great not toxic couple

N- very sweet, very loving good boy. He has PTSD, obviously. It's like, really bad tho. Nightmares every night level bad, and that's how him and this aus Khan bond. They trauma bond, yay!! He's very in touch with his emotions, and he's a bit of a push over. He's a very big people pleaser and has a lot of trouble placing boundaries. Uzi helps him with that when they start dating, so that he doesn't get hurt all the time

V- once you crack her shell, she's a very shy and sweet person, not like her personality back at the manor, but like a mix of her current canon personality and manor. C PTSD, she remembered more than N about the manor before Uzi unlocked those memories. She also has nightmares a lot but Lizzy and Doll help her with them. Nothing cuddles and wholesome movies can't fix. At least for a little bit.

J- bless this girls lonely heart. She's still greiving Tessa(she's alive in Uzis mind just no one knows yet) she ends up breaking down after her and N get into a mother fight after he tries to be there for her for the like, 10000th time. When she comes back to the bunker with N, everyone, understandably, is very suspicious of her. But when she does get there, for the first few months, she's just a husk of her old self. Shes quite and agrees to do anything because she just doesn't care anymore, the moment she starts to truly feel at home is, ironically, during her rock bottom

TW FOR SUICIDE ATTEMPT

V is the one that finds her, she had gotten worried when she noticed all the uneaten oil in front of Js room. When she comes in she sees J with her rifle to her head.

TW OVER

V tackles her and starts interrogating her, asking why and is very worried. J, seeing this, just breaks, she begins to bawl her eyes out, crying about how much she misses Tessa, how she was the love of her life and can't live without her, how she wants to be with her, how she can't take it anymore. V and J spend the next 3 to 4 hours crying together. V had texted N telling him what happened and to get his ass over there now. So, of course he does,when he gets there he sees them hugging and J crying and he joins them, bringing the oil so when Js done crying she can eat. She had been starving herself toAnd this is when J truly sees how much people care about her, which, in turn, makes her cry even harder. When she's done crying N feeds her the oil and they cuddle together for a while. She's a lot better now but she's in for a very big surprise

Cyn- that's right baby! Cyns alive! Because I felt so SO bad for her that I had to have her live in my au. She still talks the same, but she's very sweet and innocent, her and Uzi have an older/younger sister relationship. Her and N reunite in the cutest way, they're both crying and hugging super tight. V and J are tearing up as well. I have more headcannons about her on my drawing of her lol so wait for that lol

Tessa- I don't have a lot of headcannons for Tessa, so just go to the hashtag Died and got over it and take pretty much all the headcannons of Tessa from there and that's how it is here pretty much lol(I'll find the @ I promise)

Thad- he's a straight ally and single(looking at you @rory-multifandom-mess) he's Lizzy's younger twin brother and his personality is pretty much the same. He's friends with the wrong people. He's a very big sweetheart. He's a Femininominon. A green flag icon. The best football player on his team(he isn't a dick about it tho) I don't have anything else for him but I do have a drawing for him so you'll have to wait on that as well lol. Srry

Lizzy- Thads older twin. She's dating V and Doll(you can't stop me) she became friends with Uzi after the show ended. She's a Y2K girlie. She is also very sweet when you tear down the asshole popular girl walls. She's quite traumatized from the show and sometimes has nightmares about it. She doesn't tell anyone but people found out(*cough cough* V and Doll *cough cough*)

Doll- she's dating V and Lizzy, she was never revengeful of V, as her dad survived the attack(so did her mom but literally no one knows that yet) she's still very blunt and has a flat affect, she also doesn't show her emotions a lot, but from the unfinished comic I already posted, when V and Lizzy get back to the bunker after the canon ends she breaks down. She thought they were dead. Uzi and her are cousins(not really but their dads are best friends so they view each other as cousins) I don't even have a last name for her yet so you'll have to wait(again) for the drawing to see more headcannons of her)

Khan- WOOO WE'VE HIT THE JACKPOT BABY! Autistic. He's half DD in my au(and he has the solver with the back hand things that we see nori having at the beginning of episode 7 I think, either 7 or 6 idk) idk how hes part DD yet, my thoughts are either forbidden love or cabin fever failed experiment. I'll probably make a poll of that, see which ones you all like the most. He's very insecure about his body, he used to get bullied back in high school because, no matter which choice I make, he gets to experience high school(with the cabin fever experiment he went missing for like, a year, and then escaped, he tried to get nori and yeva but they told him to go or he'd get killed, so he left, he still has a lot of pent up guilt from that) he's also a trans man(YIPPIE) but he's also curvy, hence the insecurity. He's a good dad and actually helped with the fight with the AS(he fought j as a distraction and effectively got his ass beat((Lizzy laughed at him, he also laughed, he's a dumbass))) so he had to recover from that, also, in my au, him, the teacher(I'm naming him Lewis) and nori are dating, so when Lewis is hanging for his fucking life Khan flies down and saves him lol. Also, he does get to reunite with nori, as everything that happened to her in the show happens in my au, but them reuniting happens differently, through Uzi(yay)

Guh, I've ran out of ideas so when I get more(and the motivation to write more) I'll reblog this post with more headcannons, hope y'all like this lol

[lethalbreadkills]

i think the sprinkle mod should be related to sprunki just a thought

i saw them and i went "what if they were younger siblings...." insane ramblings and relationships underneath the cut. oops

OKAY SO. they have names. we named them. by we i mean me and @afuntimepartyy (hi mangy) in order of how they show up in the mod . all colours are used for ease of reading oops Sporen (he ate mushrooms as a child), Radical (well. duh. raddy sprinkle), Clink (head go clink clank), Fun Bot V.2 (v2 for short), Rinkle (i dont have an explanation), Grinkle (gray crinkly kitten), Sprunk (funny), Garnickle (like barnacle), Dipsy (i think its cute), Skip (again, cute), Miss Sun (shes the older sibling for once), Purdle (durple but switched), Mrs Tree (theyre married), Laa-Laa (yellow and sings cute), Tupper (well. like tupperware), Fun Computer (hes not old enough to be a mr. yet), Spinda (hehe), Punkii (it just Felt Right), Biv (i think its cute!), and HACK :]

As for the relationship chart. Well. Smiles. here it is ^-^!!

heh. smirks. Most are self explanatory, these are their younger siblings and they love each other!!

Garnold, quite honestly, is just a good 20 years older than his sibling, and WOW an age gap like that can cause issues with understanding each other. Garnold just doesn't understand the kid, and he's busy with his own (his and Clukr's creations) OWAKCX and Dipsy are complicated because. uh. i'll be honest i didn't read until recently that OWAKCX is like that because Raddy hit him with a hammer and went "ah. that man is an addict isn't he." and went with it ^o^ and it causes an odd relationship with family. they're trying their best, though. they still love each other so much. Tunner and Tupper. Well. I don't have them fully fleshed out yet i'll be honest. Tunner is trying his hardest to bond with Tupper, and she would much rather be left alone and talk to her friends. at the point in life where she just hates everybody, and there's not a whole lot Tunner can do about it. Jevin and Biv. well. he never liked his family anyways, and his little sister following him when he ran away is no exception. she loves him. she wants to be just like him. he wants her to leave him alone and stop reminding him that they're "family", or whatever. Black... well. There's a reason HACK can't feel anything toward his older sibling. Black killed him before he had a chance to grow up too much.

As for Gray and Wenda... funnily enough, they're in very similar boats. They love their siblings, they really do!! It just.. would be so much easier if their "siblings" weren't their children, y'know? (just to specify, they are NOT both gray and wendas kids. they were had separately, we just happened to have the same idea for the two of them, lmao)

[miniwheat77]

Red Lipstick. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, age gap, not very much plot, (sorry if I missed any.)

This is not edited just yet XD

A groan leaves your lips as you’re walking away from him. Soap is harassing you again.

“Oh come on, you’re still not going?” He asks.

“Absolutely not. I’ll find a way out of it.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles. Captain Price happens to be walking out of his office as the both of you pass by. “You’re not getting out of it.” He mumbles. “Son of a bitch. Please Captain, don’t make me go.” You groan. “It’s the dinner or I ask Soap to shoot you in the leg.” He laughs. “Wait, that’s it?” You say.

Captain Price looks entirely defeated. “No, Jesus Christ it was just a joke.” He laughs. Soap continues down the hallway as you talk to your Captain. “Come on. My family isn’t going to be there. There’s no reason I need to be there.” You whine. “Y/N, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “You have to go, those are my direct orders. My family won’t be there either. If nothing else, you can stay by my side the entire time.” He laughs. “Alright fine. But I’m going to bug you all night.” You mumble. “Fine by me, because you bug me anyways.” He shoves you with his elbow lightly and you roll your eyes. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, John.” You smirk, walking away from him. He rolls his eyes. When he steps into his room, he presses his back up against the door behind himself and rubs his eyes with a sigh. “Still on your ass huh?” Gaz laughs. He scares the life out of his Captain, John jumping and reaching for his gun instinctively but stops himself. “Jesus Christ Garrick, the hell are you doing in here?” He groans. “Can’t get away from any of you.” He mumbles. “If you want her to like you back, you’re going to have to try harder than that.” He smirks. “For the last time Kyle, I don’t like her.” He groans. “You’re a horrible liar.” He groans. “Alright, even if I did like her, she’s half my damn age and would never go for someone like me. So this conversation is over.” He opens his door and motions for Gaz to step out. “You’ll never know unless you try old man.” Gaz laughs.

John rolls his eyes. Gaz walks out and he’s left there alone.

The way his name comes off of your lips, it’s like a drug. Even if you are saying it sarcastically to get under his skin. Gaz is right. He likes you. He’s pretty sure he’s fallen in love with you. He’s worked with you before. When he first thought about the task force, you were chosen immediately. Not only were you skilled in every way, but he adored you.

—

“Ugh. Please tell me I can miss it, I hate this.” You groan, barging right into your Captains room. You hear him laugh, he’s in his bathroom. The door is open so you assume he’s fixing his hair or something. “You’re going to be fine.” He laughs. You groan out. He walks out of his bathroom, walking toward his nightstand for his items that he usually carried with him. Picking them up and shoving them into his pocket. “Nothing about this is fine.” You groan again. “You are so pathetic, I never knew you could complain this much.” He laughs. He turns around, breath hitching in his throat. His eyes go wide and he kicks himself for not looking at you sooner. “Wow.” He laughs. Your cheeks go red, and you look away from his watchful eyes, curling into yourself. “You look very beautiful Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you. But I hate this.” You walk into his room further, making yourself at home on his bed. You were much different from any other soldier on his task force. You were so comfortable around him. Always came into his room or his office with any issues you had, always talked to him the most out of everyone. He assumed with how much older he was than you that maybe you just saw him as a father figure and that bothered him. He had so much to say, so many feelings for you but he didn’t want to ruin this friendship that he thought he had built with you. He imagines that it’s all in his head. That you must be like this with everyone else, that he’s reading into it too much. But for now, he’d hold onto it. He’d imagine that in this massive world full of so many people that it’s just you and him. He’s okay with that.

You lay down on your stomach on his bed, picking up a little picture frame that’s sitting on his nightstand, looking at it. You smile, seeing the picture in it is a group photo of the task force. You can see your reflection in it, tugging the small tube of lipstick from where you had tucked it away and carefully applying it while he finished getting ready. When you sit up again, his eyes travel to you again, you were wearing a dress, something he’d never seen you in before. When he realizes you’ve put on bright red lipstick, his heart nearly stops in his chest and he shoves his hands into his pockets, looking to the ground. “S-so uh.. you ready to go to the hall?” He asks. “Yeah, I suppose so.” You mumble. Standing up and following him out.

Throughout the night, you stick by your Captains side. You were the only two that didn’t have any family showing up to these events. Everyone is settling in with their families, they haven’t seen them in months. You and your captain give them privacy and time for themselves. You’re both leaning up against the wall outside, it has gotten warm inside and you decided to take a breather. “So.. why couldn’t Mrs. Price be here?” You ask. “Because there isn’t one.” He laughs. “Oh?” You look up at him. “Hard to keep relationships in this kind of job, sweetheart.” He laughs. “You got that right.” You smile, looking down at your feet. “Are you glad you came?” He asks. “No, not really. Seeing everyone else with their families.. it just hurts my feelings.” You laugh. “Yeah, me too. But you got to spend time with the coolest person around so it wasn’t too big of a loss.” He winks. You smile at him. After a few more minutes of silence, he breaks it again. “You don’t have a boyfriend or anyone? Not even one person that’ll show up to these?” He asks. “No, just like you I learned my lesson about relationships in this job pretty early on. They either go so well or crash and burn.” You laugh. “Yeah.. you’re right.” He rests his head back against the wall. He wants to scream. Yell until his voice is scratchy, scream out loud how much he likes you, how much he adores you. “I like red on you, compliments your skin.” He smiles. “Thank you. I didn’t take you for a suit guy either but you pull it off well.” You smile. He laughs. “Thank you. It’s not really my thing.”

“Yeah, this isn’t mine either.” You laugh. “I’d much rather be wearing a baggy shirt and sleeping right about now.” He smiles. “Why don’t you go back to my room and wait for me? I’ll finish up here, we’ll watch a movie or something. Take your mind off things.” He smiles.

“That sounds amazing.” You smile. He puts out his cigar, stepping back inside. You make your way back to the base.

Captain Price says his good nights to everyone, telling everyone how they can help him out by cleaning up after themselves and than finally excusing himself.

You got caught up talking to Soap as you passed by him, and when Captain Price approached, he made conversation with the both of you as well. Until of course Soap needed to get back to his girlfriend. You walked along with Captain Price to his room, and he opens the door for you to step inside. When he closes the door, you feel different. Something feels off. “You want a shirt of mine to wear?” He asks. “I could just go get one of my own-“

“Nonsense. You’re already here.” He smiles. He passes it to you and once it’s in your hands, the air feels thick. You quickly go into his bathroom, changing out of your dress and into the baggy shirt. You aren’t sure why you’re nervous around him, he’s your Captain, you’ve never been nervous before. You step out of the bathroom and see him sliding a t-shirt over his head, the muscles on his back flexing as he pulls it over himself. Your stomach falls, turning your head away from him with a gulp. What the fuck? Since when did you start feeling this way toward him? You can feel the heat pooling in your panties and you contemplate going back into the bathroom. Worried since you’re only wearing his shirt. “You don’t have to hang out with me you know.” He smiles, looking at you. He moves closer to you, only now do you realize how he towers over you. “Why wouldn’t I?” You laugh nervously. “Just.. seems boring. I’m your Captain. Way older than you.” He smiles. You look down, nervously playing with your fingers. “Age gaps never bothered me. I get along with everyone just the same.” You blush. He narrows his eyes. Stepping toward you. You freeze up and he reaches up, cupping one side of your face and leaning into you. You freeze up, for a minute, you think he’s going to kiss you. He raises his thumb up to wipe away the lipstick you’ve smeared, the way that you react to him doesn’t go unnoticed. He notices the way you stiffen up, eyes glancing to his lips. Maybe you want him too.

He knows he’s got to be imagining things. He wipes the lipstick off, following the line of your lip to know where to wipe. “There. Fixed it.” Your cheeks are burning when he steps away. You needed to get a hold of yourself, he’s your Captain for christs sake.

You don’t know where the feelings are suddenly flooding in from. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been nothing but absolutely kind to you since the day he met you. He always tries to make you feel included because he sees you getting left out when the other guys are doing something. I mean hell, he could’ve been chatting with anybody during the military ball, but instead he was standing next to you. Keeping you company because he knew how much you hated it, how uncomfortable you felt. He let you treat him like a best friend, not your Captain. You walked into his room anytime you wanted and he never complained. He always made you feel at him, and during missions.

He always reassured you, and did everything he could to keep you safe.

“Uh.. earth to Y/N. You okay?” He asks. “Oh. Sorry, I zoned out for a second.” Your cheeks are burning. “Something bothering you?” He asks.

Ugh, curse him and his kindness.

“No, I’m okay. I was just enjoying not being in that damn dress anymore.” You smile. He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat.”

You make your way toward him, sitting down next to him in his bed. You pull his shirt down, trying to cover yourself up the best you can as he messes with his IPad. You’ve sat next to him during dinner watching videos before so this isn’t out of the ordinary.

As the movie goes on, you’re getting more comfortable, eventually laying on your side next to him, not realizing that his shirt has ridden up over your hip slightly. He’s noticed though. He moves himself down the bed too, and you move up closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. John hates it, he knows how wrong it is for him to react this way but his body betrays him, he’s painfully hard in his sweatpants and he’s pulled the blanket up and over him to hide it. He feels like a pervert when it comes to you. Because you’re so sweet and kind. Confiding in him, trusting him. But all he can think about is how you must sound. With his head buried between your thighs, squirming underneath him. Moaning out his name. You’ve got to sound so pretty.

He can’t take it anymore.

He adjusts the way he’s laying, propping himself up onto his elbow. He pauses the movie and lays it down. He’s looking at you. “Everything okay Captain?” You ask. “Yeah.. I just..” he sighs. Reaching his hand out and placing it onto your hip. Just below your panty line. You glance down, lips parting. Your eyes get a little wider, and you look up at him. He tugs you toward him, leaning into you. “You can stop me.” He breathes. He’s surprised by your silence. He’s leaning into you. This is it, he’s going to kiss you.

You take him completely by surprise, meeting him halfway and wrapping an arm around his neck as you jump to kiss him. John feels almost as if his body lights on fire. He pulls you closer to him, his fingers on your bare skin is driving him fucking crazy. He kisses you, and you move a little more, until you’re straddling his hips, resting your hands on his chest as you kiss him. The desperation is apparent, throwing you both into another Galaxy as you kiss each other. You moan into his lips when he raises his hips up into yours, you can feel how hard he is. When you pull away, you look down at him. Seeing that his eyes look darker than usual, the look in them is something you’ve never seen before. Pure lust and adoration. “I like you, Y/N.” He breathes. “I have for a long time.”

“I like you too.” You breathe.

The way you’re staring at him, lipstick smeared beyond repair this time. Bambi eyes full of lust. He knows this is it. He’s going to make you his. He pulls you into him again, kissing you even harder than the last. It only lasts a few seconds before you’re grinding your hips down into him. He moans into your mouth moving his hands down to tug his sweatpants down, boxers going with them. He doesn’t move his lips from yours for even a second. You’re grinding against him, the only keeping you from him is your thin panties.

Enough is enough.

He doesn’t realize what you’re doing, moving your panties to the side and raising yourself up.

He doesn’t realize it, not until you’re swallowing him up. He moans into your lips. Pulling away to watch you lower yourself onto him. A whine leaves his lips, something you never imagined you’d ever hear before. “Oh fuck- you feel so good.” He breathes. When you’ve slid down onto him completely, hips resting against his. Your thighs shiver. He’s big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. It makes it hard to move yourself onto him. He touches up against places inside that you didn’t know were there.

You raise yourself up, trying your hardest to stay quiet. A mewl leaves your lips and you’re trying to steady yourself. “Ah-“ you smile, biting your lip. Resting your hands on his chest. “Struggling?” He smiles up at you. “Yeah just not used to you.” You moan as he lifts his hips up into you. Your legs buckle and you rest on him again. “Fuck!” You gasp. He smiles, grasping hold of your hips and rolling over until your underneath him. “You’ll get used to me baby.” He breathes. He pushes your thighs up, holding you steady as he starts to rock his hips into yours. You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back. Something about watching you fall apart beneath him sends sparks shooting through him. He reaches up, grasping your hand and tugging it away from your mouth, his pupils are blown out. You can tell he’s waited a long time for this. “I don’t care who hears. I’ve waited too long for this to give a shit.” He draws his hips back, thrusting back into you. A gasp leaves your lips, he’s figured you out so quickly, knowing the inside of you like the back of his hand. Thrusting relentlessly into your spongy spot. You can’t keep yourself quiet as he hammers his hips into yours.

He’s focused, knowing now that if he makes you feel good enough, you’ll be his.

You go quiet beneath him, eyes staring between the both of you. You’re watching his cock disappear into your weepy pussy before reappearing. Wet with your arousal. He smiles, admiring the way you clutch onto his arm for dear life as you watch intently. “You like watching me fuck you, darling?” He breathes. You look up at him, nodding your head. “I like it too, getting so wet.” He groans. The squelch from him entering your drenched cavern makes him want to drool. It’s too much. He can feel his lower stomach clenching up, his high is approaching fast. He’s drawing you into him which is exactly what he wants. He knows if he makes you feel good enough, you’ll get addicted to him. He wants you, all to himself. “John- I… I’m gonna cum.” You pant. Looking up at him. He lifts a hand from your thigh, holding your chin to force you to look at him. “Look at me darling, I want you to look at me when you cum.” He breathes, holding you to look at him. You lock eyes with him, deep in thought as he pushes you closer to your high with each thrust into your spongy spot. A couple more thrusts and he’s sending you right over the edge, a cry leaving your lips. You almost miss the groan that leaves his lips when he reached his own high. Completely forgetting to pull out of you. A couple more thrusts to ride out your high is all he can handle before your clamping around him is too much to bare. He slides out of you, earning a gasp from you.

He moves himself next to you, toying with the hem of his shirt you’ve got on. “Suppose we should talk about this ah?” He smiles.

You nod your head, crimson creeping up your cheeks. Just as he’s about to start, a knock at his door drags him away from you. “Jesus.” He groans. He quickly adjusts himself. “Wait J-“ he opens the door before you get the chance to earn him, “Garrick, what do you want?” He asks. Gaz has a smirk on his face. “Just wanted to say congrats,”

“What? For what?”

“For becoming a man, Cap.”

John rolls his eyes at him, going to close the door, “nice lipstick by the way.” Gaz says as John closes the door.

John’s eyes widen, he’d forgotten about your lipstick. “Fuuuuck.” He groans. “Such a nosy bloke.” He starts rubbing the lipstick off of himself. You giggle at him. “Tried to warn you.” You mumble. “Oh well.” He laughs.

He makes his way over to you, sitting down next to you. “I uh.. I’ll understand if you want this to be a one time thing.” He breathes. You take in a deep breath. “I don’t want that.” You mumble. “So what do you want to do darling? You’re going to catch a lot of shit from people if they ever find out you’re with someone as old as me.” He nudges you. He smiles. “I’m good at dealing with people.” You smile. He rolls his eyes. “Of course, you’re a brat.” He laughs. “Yeah? It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it.” You smirk.

“Oh? Really?” He smiles, reaching a hand out and pushing you back into the bed, “I’ll show you what I do to bratty girls.” He smirks.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter V

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

She burns the night

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral, ass play, dirty talk, talk of previous body image issues, etc.

Bradley pulls into the driveway of a dark gray Cape Cod-style house, with neat and simple landscaping. He leads you inside and it’s so him—warm, welcoming, and masculine.

You slip off your shoes before he gives you a tour, showing you the first story and then leading you upstairs to his room.

“…and this is my room. Closet, dresser, bed, and bathroom is in there.”

You walk over to his dresser and look at the pictures he has displayed. One of the squad together on the beach, another of him and Sunny when they were kids, and a beautiful picture of his parents looking at each other with some much love in their eyes, with him in the middle—he couldn’t be more than 2.

“I can’t tell who you look like more.”

“I’m a pretty even mixture of both, I think.” He replies, walking up behind you.

“You were pretty darn cute,” you say and turn to face him, “What happened?” you joke.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t lie to me, I know you think I’m still cute. I’ve got the texts to prove it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about��� you smile before you pull your hair to the side so he can unzip your dress.

The light brush of his fingers on your back causes a shiver to run through you. You let it fall to the floor and Bradley groans when he sees your almost bare ass in your thong. His hands each grab a cheek to squeeze. Yep-definitely an ass man.

You turn and unbutton his shirt before pushing it down his arms. His jeans and boxers go next. He’s so big. He’s painfully hard, his head an angry red and weeping precum. You swipe a fingertip through it and lick it off while he watches you through a half-lidded gaze before he runs his fingers through your hair and grips a handful before pulling you in for a kiss.

You both moan at the contact. He walks you backward towards the bed, laying you down and climbing over you. He pinches, pulls, and rolls your nipples as he devours your mouth. Drops of precum land on your stomach as he tortures you. His mouth replaces his hand and his hand goes to gather your wetness before circling the bundle of nerves. He bites gently on your nipple and then soothes it with his tongue over and over while rubbing tighter circles with his fingertips. Your back arches and your fingernails dig into Bradley’s shoulders when you orgasm. He doesn’t let up though and you whimper as he overstimulates you, continuing his sweet torture on your breasts and between your legs.

You try to push his head away and squeeze your thighs together but he doesn’t relent. “Fuck, baby it’s too much toomuchtoomuch…oh” and you keen as another orgasm pulses through you.

He places kisses across the soft curve of your stomach as you come down.

“Wow. I’ve never had multiple orgasms before. Not that close together like that at least. Holy shit” you breathe out a laugh.

He smiles and climbs over you again. He takes himself in hand and lines himself up but stops. “Fuck, I almost forgot a condom,” he reaches for his bedside drawer, but you stop him.

“I haven’t been with anyone in 2 years, and I had my physical the week before I moved. I’m clean and have the birth control implant,” you show him the bar in your arm, placed right under the skin.

“It’s been over a year for me, and I was tested with my exam before this last deployment. I’m clean too. I’ve never actually done it without.”

“Me either. Will you be my first?” You ask.

His head drops to your shoulder after he nods. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You lift your legs around his waist, catching the head of his cock on your entrance. His hips push forward and you both gasp as he enters you.

“So fucking tight, and wet and warm. Holy fuckkkk” He grits out through clenched teeth.

He halts when he gets halfway in, hearing your sharp inhale. “You okay?” He pants.

“Yeah…you’re just so big. I’m okay, keep going” you say as your legs tighten, encouraging him in further.

He does, pushing forward with a strained groan. His head falls to your shoulder and his arms tremble as he lets you adjust once he’s all the way in.

You clench around him and he whines. “I could cum just from you doing that.”

You do it again, just to hear that sweet whimper. “I’m ready, you can move.”

He takes a deep breath before pulling out and thrusting back in, fucking you steadily. “You feel incredible Row, gripping me so tight. I’m never gonna get enough of you” he murmurs into your neck while he nails your g-spot with each stroke of his cock.

His thrusts slow and get start to get sloppy, “Shit. I’m getting close. I don’t know…I can’t—“

You use your legs to roll him into his back and your fingers go straight to your clit while you sink onto him, the new angle even deeper. “Can you hold off for a minute longer? I’m so close. You’re doing so good for me Bradley”.

He nods so eagerly. You lean down to kiss him, your other hand runs over the ridges of muscle on his stomach, stopping at a nipple to pinch and tug.

He lets out a choked cry, planting his feet and grabbing your hips to pull you down harder against him as he cums, painting your walls white. His orgasm triggers yours and you keen, riding him through it, even as he twitches with overstimulation.

You collapse on his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. He wipes your sweaty hair and places a kiss on your forehead. The sweet gesture makes your heart flutter.

You sit up a few minutes later and the shift in position causes some of his cum to leak out. You tighten instinctively and he groans from the sight of his cum and feeling you tighten. You sigh when he swipes his finger through it and brings it up to circle your bundle of nerves as his cock twitches and begins to harden inside you. You quirk your brow and he smirks.

“Told you my refractory period would be nonexistent with you.”

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“So whose birthday was it?” You ask him an hour later as you swipe your finger through the chocolate frosting and bring it to your mouth.

You’d slipped on his button down and underwear and he donned his boxer briefs as he took you downstairs looking for something sweet.

“No one that I know” he chuckles, a little embarrassed, “I’ve got a major sweet tooth and went to the grocery store hungry.”

You laugh too. “I’ve done that. I love sweets too-chocolate, pies, cake, ice cream; basically any dessert. I had a personal trainer when I first started working out and he was constantly on my case about it, telling me I had to cut it out completely, that I wouldn’t see the results I wanted until I did, even though I eat it in moderation. He kinda gave me a complex for a while.”

“He’s an idiot,” Bradley says as he cuts you a big piece and hands over it with a fork, “because cutting something out completely usually leads to binging. Anyone in the fitness industry should know that.” He walks over in front of you and grips your hips. “And, because your body is amazing” his hands slide to your butt and squeeze, “and this ass? Perfection”.

You smile and murmur your thanks before offering him a bite of cake and setting the plate aside. “I feel the same way about yours,” you say, fingers walking up his stomach. “There are so many things I want to do with you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He watches your fingers through half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck you on every piece of furniture you own, Bronco included. Suck your cock when your friends are nearby, so you can’t make a sound or we’ll get caught. Handcuff you to my new bed frame and use you as my personal fucktoy. Tease you ‘til you cry…” your hands slide under his boxer briefs to his ass and squeeze. “And this ass? I wanna do everything. I wanna bite, spank, fuck it. Do you want to try that sometime, Bradley?”

He shudders and nods, his cock hard against your stomach.

You drop to your knees, lowering his shorts while you do. You suck him into your mouth and dip your fingers between your legs, collecting the combination of your wetness that’s still leaking out. You bring your wet fingers between his legs and gently rub over his hole. He inhales sharply and you’re rewarded with a gush of precum in your mouth.

You pull off and jerk him with one hand and start pressing a finger into his hole with the other. “Has anyone ever touched you here? Have you ever touched yourself here?”

“No, never. You’re the first.”

“Tell me how it feels?” You ask before sucking him back into your mouth.

“It feels…different, not bad or anything but-shit!” He curses as you add another finger.

“Good or bad?” You ask, pulling off and halting your fingers.

“Good…I think. Just caught me off guard, sorry.” He chuckles breathlessly.

“It’s alright, don’t be sorry. I can stop anytime, okay?” And you’re back to it. Sucking him down, hard and quick. A stark contrast to the slow pace of the fingers in his ass.

“Yeah, that’s good…really fucking good.” He sighs, hands going to gently weave through your hair.

“FUCK!” He cries as you bend your fingers, and locate his prostate.

“Oh. Oh God, Rowan. Sweetheart, fuckkk” he babbles, head thrown back; too far gone to realize how he’s gripping your hair and thrusting in harder. Tears streams as you fight your gag reflex and he cums with a broken groan. You swallow and he whimpers as you gently remove your fingers.

His head falls forward, eyes still closed.

“You okay?” You ask, looking up at him.

He nods as he cracks open his eyes. They widen when he sees your tear-tracked cheeks. “Shit. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He says, wiping the tears with his thumb.

“You didn’t. That was so hot.”

He pulls you to your feet and kisses you. “Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed so I can return the favor.”

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You notice a twinge between your legs while you wash up and brush your teeth. A yawn escapes as you re-enter his bedroom.

You catch Bradley failing to stifle one too as you walk over to his bed.

You smile and kiss his forehead before snuggling into his chest. “Rain check on that favor? I’m actually a little sore, I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re big.”

“Of course. I’m sorry I hurt you.” He says into your hair.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t anything you did wrong. I’m just out of practice, and again, you’re big” you smile sleepily.

“Alright. I’ll kiss it better in the morning. That is if you want to stay tonight?”

“Mhmm” you hum as you drift off.

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A/N: So they fucked. I’m not sure I like this chapter. The flow feels off to me. Let me know whatcha think.

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[bluginkgo]

Wtf am I doing ranting again, you may ask. I was gonna talk about absolute solver again... but then my brain said "Nah, more nuzi." And who am I to refute that argument?

Spoilers, duh

Yes, how fricking typical. A duo of an emotionally scarred emo girl and a retriever puppy boy that get together. But honestly, after being in the usual angst department shipping for a couple of years now, Nuzi is such a refresher. Not to mention, that despite Liam Vickers focusing his story mostly on lore (LORE THAT I CRAVE AND LOVE), he takes time to include little things like nuzi. Nuzi didn't have to happen, but I'm so glad it is pretty much canon. Makes the dark and unbearably scary moments for the duo... bearable. I could go on a whole tangent about these two, but I mostly want to take note of how N interacts with Uzi. (I might do a post later doing the opposite, analysis of Uzi interacting with N.)

To put it simply, N is soft. Wow, Ginkgo what a revelation! (That was sarcasm) I know thank you. But seriously. When he talks to Uzi, his voice softens. Especially taken notice in ep4 during the Falling... for you? scene. Perhaps I'm just dense, or maybe I wasn't paying enough attention when watching the first time, but when N pulled the "therapy session" I was fully expecting for him to chat to her about the murder spree. How fricking wrong I was. N took me by surprise and asked the question that was ACTUALLY bugging Uzi the entire time. Not the killing spree, not the issue with her solver going haywire, not the backstory of her mother. None of that! It was if she was lonely.

"No, don't look. I'm gross and eating people and stuff."

"Yeah, we'll figure that part out. But you know that's not what I mean."

After rewatching the Murder Drones like 20 something times, it still baffles me how he talks to her. Softer, more open, willing to admit he's also scared- despite being a fricking disassembly drone, a demon in the eyes of regular worker drones. I can see where that trust comes from.

Uzi's fought and killed N before. But instead of fighting again, she puts blame on humans that "supposedly" made him.

"Do you really think that the company won't dispose of you, once all the workers are dead?"

Of course, there's way more evidence on how Uzi's comments, mannerisms, and remarks gave N a reason to trust her. There's also something I took notice of. The difference between N's chat with V and Uzi.

In ep3, N is cornered. Uzi and him had a misunderstanding, and V is very hush hush about their past. He has no other place to turn except to V for answers.

"V, if you're hiding something. We can figure this out together!"

He's open, here. Trying to get answers from out of thin air. Now, don't get me wrong. I love V. V is, by far, my most favorite character in the show. I love her violence, sarcasm, and character growth. But because this was only ep3, she's also trying to do what she believes is for the best. And we see why she was very hush hush about their past. N himself said "Not dealing with this great to be immediately honest." When he first lays his eyes upon the experimentation absolute solver was doing in the mansion. In V's perspective, it's better for N to forget. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

You can even see that she's guilty in the following frame for what she was about to do- cut N off literally and figuratively. Of course, since then, V has come a long way. Going even as far as trusting Uzi with everything.

But here's the difference.

"Just avoid another whole spire. Baby steps, together?"

Maybe it's just the moment, maybe it's just simple animation choice. But they made him here uncertain. The same "we can do this together" line, following his attempt with V, is less bright and more uncertain. A question, instead of a statement. He was at least somewhat ready to be shot down again, but instead Uzi met him halfway and took his hand in this big mess. It's these somewhat little moments that build the trust between the two, and what makes Nuzi so wholesome. There's no secret past about them, no big overdramatized misunderstandings. Just two people- or robots- learning how to get through this big mess of the universe ending.

And not to mention that the "together" line comes back to bite on us. The teaser for ep7 and 8 have that line as the last thing we hear.

"...figure things out... together."

I'm probably repeating things people have already said... bite me. I love Nuzi and how they've developed throughout the season. I may be after Murder Drones mainly for lore, but damn me, Nuzi is a really great addition to the entire package.

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Hi your Murder Husbands Partners In ... series are soooo fucking good like WOW im head over heels for your art. I am a bit confused at one part, though.

I probably just have horrible media literacy or maybe it's supposed to be a ~mystery~ but in the Cats, Dogs, and Wild Things comics, what exactly is the nature of the Alastor Cat and Vox Dog?

We see that their shadows are human rather than animal, and in the last panels they both end up human again, but the other always seems to think they are genuinely the animal?

Is it a metaphor and they were always human? Are they pretending the other is an animal for the letters they're writing? Is it a magic thing where they can change forms?

I'm just a wee bit confuzzled so I was hoping you could clear things up ^v^

Oh no problem at all! I'm so glad your enjoying it!! Normally I like answering these with a doodle, but it's actually kinda answered in Part III exactly what's going on, and I don't want to spoil too much.

But yes! It is a metaphor! They're currently writing to a help column butttt it can be a little embarrassing to ask about, well, advice on other people. So, Vox refers to Alastor as a cat because he's got some cat-like tendencies and that's part of the issues he was coming across, namely him wanting physical affection or is just touched starved and wondering how to get his 'cat' to be more comfortable around him.

Alastor in the same regard calls Vox a dog. Now, Al doesn't like dogs, not even in canon, so 'man's best friend' here is almost a replacement term for all men XD. 'His dog' has the problem of being clingy, which annoys him. While not at all entirely outside the scope of weird things he would do, Vox isn't actually hanging outside Al's window XDD

Silly things like Vox mentioning how his 'cat' kills a lot of 'vermin' and leaves them everywhere, and how Al complains about needing to get his 'dog' fixed is just a bit of symbolically covering up other things that go on, like Al leaving bodies everywhere and Vox being a bit of horndog.

I might also suggest that both of the cat and dog advice columns happen some time in the past, probably when they were only partners for a little while and figuring each other out.

By the time of the main story, these guys have it all down pat. They are too used to each other's messes and know each other like the back of their hands, literal partners in crime.

And never worry about asking questions! I love answering them! (And usually, I will respond with a doodle X))

Cheers!

[thevindicativevordan]

Your thoughts on the new All-In series announced at NYCC ?(Aquaman finally gets a series back !)

Anonymous asked: Adams taking over Aquaman. Realised his thing is apparently doing back to basics relaunches for characters who haven't gotten books in a while

Shame the solicits leaked early and spoiled a bunch of the announcements. Yes Adams does seem to be establishing a niche for himself as the guy DC asks to do "crowd-pleasing" cleanup runs for fallen franchises. It's a role Waid has played himself in the past, no wonder he likes Adams.

Truthfully Adams has yet to keep me engaged. I fell off his Flash and then his GL, but I'll be giving him another chance here. Seems like it could be dumb fun and that's all I'm looking for. At least there won't be any dumb relationship drama between Arthur and Mera like he did with Hal and Carol.

Wow where do I even begin? "John Jones" being white is not what I expected. That's twice now Camp has declined to use the racebent version of a character, instead opting for the original white appearance (the other was 6160 Nick Fury being white). Surprised me, until I remembered that Camp has said New Frontier is one of his favorite DC stories. With that in mind his approach makes more sense. Meanwhile "J'onn" being an interdimensional alien who looks like a Pablo Picasso painting and doesn't even actually hail from Mars apparently is probably the biggest swing we'll see done with the basic character concept in the AU. I'm intrigued by this approach and am eager to see what Camp does given how much I've loved his Ultimates.

Rapid fire thoughts on the other announcements:

Absolute Flash and Absolute GL both look amazing art wise. Doing Flash by way of Bendis/Bagley USM was a no-brainer buy from me, but Ewing seemingly treating the Green Lantern as an object of cosmic horror akin to the Space Odyssey Monolith is raising my hopes for his run

New Gods is going to make Cagle a household name, everything about this book is screaming that it's going to be Ram V giving New Gods the Swamp Thing treatment in a way that finally gets people to care about the Fourth World outside of Darkseid and Apokolips. Dare I hope that the child spoken of in the solicits is Osul and Ram will be acknowledging PKJ's Olgrun contribution? He and PKJ seem friendly and thus it's not outside the realm of possibility

Jace Fox Batman returns and looks like he'll be involved in a new Power Company book. Good for Jace, I thought DC had completely given up on him

Seems like Volcana is making her first mainline comics debut in BL which is neat

Ridley is the next Superstar writer on Action and doing a story about... hope. Yay. He's had more misses than hits lately, and his misses with Black Panther in particular were unbelievably awful, but I want to believe he will bring some of that Other History fire to this. If not it's only three issues. Can't believe DC is dragging this era out, are they seriously going to go to June with this Superstar bullshit? I know what I said previously but I will be mega butthurt if they're dragging this out only to announce Taylor taking over

[petrichorium]

very important question for my dear pluvi,

which of your faves like to bite vs who loves being bitten? 🎤 and if they do the biting, where do they like to bite you the most? >.> heheh

Omg,,,,,, i tried to sort them but nah it doesn’t work like that lmfaoooo i have a few who refuse to bite me and a few who r more bitey but they all like being bitten i fear. Kuroo is perhaps the one im Least Bitey with tho, i think its mostly love nips between us. Ik u didn’t ask but I tend to go for arms and hands LMFAOOOOOO and necks ofc. I get hella cuteness aggression and end up Biting I fear. Also have been known to bite the base of ring fingers Very Hard pre-marriage to give them a little wedding ring shadow but we don’t have to talk abt that 🫣

Capitano and Tomura r the ones who refuse to bite me bc they both r dead terrified of hurting me i fear, but i think the instinct is there. Esp w Capitano (bc until i am proven otherwise he is a dragon hybrid to me) it’s an active effort to not claim me but i think if he ever drew blood from me he would lock himself in a room for weeks and refuse to let himself anywhere near me so. The biting urge must be suppressed even if i do tell him it’s okay 😭😭😭

Shanks and Gagamaru r def equal opportunity biter/bitees (tho leaning a bit toward preferring I bite them). And theres a double standard wrt intensity w them JFNCKSNF like they r both very gentle w me but want me to just go at them pfft i think Gagamaru is a bit of a stomach biter….. little nips at my navel or love handles. Shanks goes for my legs and Will try to get marks as low as possible and then pout when I wear a longer skirt the following day. These two r def known to goad me into biting them I think, w gagamaru often giving up on any subtlety and just unabashedly begging for it and shanks playing stupid ass mind games which I sometimes play into or sometimes just tell him to ask properly…… and we cannot forget shanks’ favorite joke he loves sauntering into the galley in the morning and loudly saying “wow plu might bite off my other arm!” (Or similar) w marks very visible beneath is way too unbuttoned shirt I hate him so much he should die

And then Jing Yuan and Leona r the ones who give as good as they take 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Leona’s a bit more variable—I hc him as having a cycle and being largely uninterested in sex outside of his rut (tho when I initiate he doesn’t tend to deny me) so it’s kinda. Nothing and then So Much All At Once I’ll disappear for a week and come out of our suite looking like a chew toy 🫠 v much a boobs man tho so even outside of his rut he’s known to chomp a tiddy and earn himself a swat over the head…….. as for jing yuan I fear he’s a menace of the highest caliber. Like I’m pretty sure he bit me during our first kiss he is Not playing around. Definitely the bitiest of all my men, and definitely the only one that is truly comparable to me pfft sometimes gets a bit competitive abt it even and will literally give exactly what he gets. He’ll bite anywhere he can manage for sure but honestly I think I Always have a mark or two on my neck that I’m always trying to cover up w my shirt collar or makeup…….. was even more prone to toeing the line when we were in our nebulous “fucking and seeing each other but not exactly official” phase bc my flightiness and borderline commitment issues were driving him up the wall. Sometimes even after we’re married he’ll remember and bite down a bit harder 😭😭😭 unhinged behavior. I wonder if he does it just to make me pull his hair harder……..

[nellygwyn]

girl ignore this ask if it's invasive or anything but i was enjoying gleaning details about your reconnection with The Boy and would love more tidbits if you care to share. it's very nice thing to be romancing and romanced and i do love to hear of it.

It's not invasive!

There's a line from Sally Rooney's 'Normal People' that I keep turning over and over in my head with regards to George (for that is his name! As many know!): 'I'm not a religious person, Marianne, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.' Insert Jane Eyre quote about invisible strings here too, with a tiny dash of Persuasion by Austen. I have known this boy for 11 years. I feel it isn't silly to say I have had a connection, in varying degrees, with this boy for the same amount of time. To be given a second chance at a relationship feels like, genuinely, a miracle. What's even crazier is that, even though we were together the first time around 7 years ago, the connection was still there, for me at least, like...yes, I am re-acquainting myself with him and he with me, but I just feel like I'm revisiting a favourite book I've not read for a little while.

He's so sweet to me, makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world even though I am not (and he must know I'm not tbh sjdisadj). He takes my little hands in his occasionally and kisses them gently, and he puts up with all my little foibles, like the fact I have to be holding his hand at all times and swing it back and forth occasionally. We are relatively long-distance (I say relatively because he's only about 2 hours away from me on the train which, to someone who travels by train all the time, is really inconsequential) so I don't get to see him as often as I would like but we do see each other as often as we can, and I enjoy every little second with him! We are so similar (not EXACTLY the same, but that doesn't matter, I wouldn't want to be the mirror image of my partner) and it makes him v easy to adore. I think he's beautiful, inside and out. He's so smart, he's handsome, he's kind, he's polite, well-dressed, I could listen to him talk about his interests (even when they don't always directly correspond with mine) for hours, he's ambitious, he has promise and potential, and I can see him wowing the country one day, like as a politician (a good, decent one) or something. He wows me very regularly so!!!

I don't wanna like, martyr myself, but I've had a genuinely difficult two years. Don't really wanna go over it all again, but it just feels like I've been surrounded by abuse and disease and death for way too long. Obviously I was pretty ill myself, I did talk about it a bit on here when it was really getting me down. Had a particular chronic reproductive health issue which has only recently been resolved, and it changed my body, it meant that I actually physically could not be intimate, I went from being a sensual person to being a bit touch-repulsed actually (but not bc I found it repulsive, but I genuinely thought I might contaminate or repulse someone else), I didn't even feel like a woman, I felt like a diseased and defective creature...I wanna say it's been difficult to pull myself out of that place but.....it kind of hasn't, because George makes it v easy? I mean, I'm still getting used to the way my body has changed and I genuinely hate myself 99% of the time...HOWEVER....George is gentle, he's attentive, he's genuinely attracted to me (delusional LOL) but he also cares about me as I am, as me, as Olivia. That makes every gesture with him, affectionate, intimate, romantic, sexy, cute, WHATEVER, come so naturally to me. I don't feel ashamed of myself. And.....as much as it pains me to say because I don't think I'm a good person most of the time....I think I deserve to not feel ashamed.