#so for now im not purchasing anything leather

[mytalkingraccoon]

so based on my extremely limited research the only vegan leather that is biodegradeable is the pineapple leather and im STILL not sure if thats just propaganda or not

[sparklyskies0]

𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥 ꣑ৎ c.s

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) you show chris your halloween costumes

⋆౨ৎ ₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

You had bought a couple of costumes. since you couldn’t decide on only one. you purchased some for you, and some for both you and chris for couples costumes. It’s your favorite time of year and you were determined to find the perfect costume for the halloween party coming up, wanting to look your best.

you had told chris to stay still on the bed as you scurried in the closet to find which costume to try on first. “i dunno why you can’t just change in front of me, ma” chris’s voice called out to you in the closet as he sat impatiently on the bed. His elbows behind hoisting him up as he lent back on the bed. His phone in his left hand for some kind of distraction as he waited for you.

“cus its supposed to be a surprise” you responded. Carefully stepping into the chucky costume you had ordered. Adjusting anything you needed to. “i hate surprises, I w’na see you” you can hear him sigh as he spoke. You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you didn’t care. His pain and suffering will be worth it when he sees you.

you chuckle at his whining, slipping on the knee high white socks with blue and red stripes that came with the costume on. Not knowing what shoes you were going to wear yet you decide to say fuck it and present the outfit the way it is. You grabbed the fake knife and walk out of the closet.

As soon as you stepped out chris’s eyes dropped to the exposed flesh of your thighs. you stand in front of him, Hand on your hip, biting your lip in anticipation as you wait his reaction. Though by the look on his face, you can tell exactly what he was thinking without him uttering a word. “so..” you start

“ya like?” your eyebrows raised, as you scan his expressions. He bit his lip, clearly not having the words right now. The costume isn’t sexy enough, you both knew that. But the way your body looked in it was enough to get him going.

“turn around.” he said simply, his voice low, kind of like he’s holding back a moan or something. without hesitation you turn around, giving him a full view of the back. The way the piece of clothing barely covers your whole ass. Your cheeks very much exposed. If chris wasn’t so hypnotized he’ll stand up and smack it. But he knew there was more to come, he could control himself for now.

“damn ma, you look good” he spoke, his blue eyes roaming all over your figure, taking you in. It was like a sculpture, a piece of art that he can’t help but admire. you belong in a gallery, he always told you that.

“thank you baby, im glad you like it” you smile at his compliment. “next one” you return to the closet. Taking off the costume carefully but quickly.

chris on the other hand let out a strained sigh as you left his sight yet again, his hand going down to his pants adjusting his arousal he got just from looking at you. At first, he was not really feeling the whole surprise costume try on thing, he hated waiting. Especially when it came down to something for you to wear. One of his favorite things is watching you undress and get dressed so for him not being allowed to see any of that till you say so frustrated him. until he saw how you looked in the first costume, now he’s down to wait. Since he gets rewarded with the sight of you.

the next costume you’re putting on has to be on the list of your favorites, it’s your part of the couples costume for you and chris. You’re velma, He’s shaggy. You pulled the orange crop top down onto your body. the circle cut in between enough to show off your cleavage. You slip on the leather red short skirt , knowing that if you wear this in public. Bending down might be a hassle. Finishing the touch with the knee high orange socks you slip on the heels you got to go with it, giving you enough height to manipulate your normally short self.

“ready?” you call out to chris, wanting to hear it from him first. It wasn’t long before you heard an excited yes from him. You step out of the closet, this time with a wide smile on your face. You liked this one a lot. Chris let out a hiss at the sight of you, biting his pink lips once again. “god ma, you driving me crazy here” he said

you chuckle at him “you like it huh” you say, turning around. “the skirts short as hell though” you bent down slightly, to prove your point but not enough to cause chris to get any more hotter than he already is but knowing him he will anyway.

chris nods immediately “yea that might be a problem” he said, a hint of protectiveness and possession in his voice. His eyes glued to your ass. How the bottom of your cheeks were covered just barely. He did take note of the easy access though, knowing that if you aren’t wearing panties he can slip in at any moment no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

“I got you the shaggy costume too, we can match” you said, it sounded like a question but it was a statement. He was going to wear the costume whether it was for the party or not, even just for pictures or something. The concept is too cute to pass up. He nodded in agreement, loving the idea just as much as you. Even if he didn’t, he’d still do it, he’d do anything for you. you both knew that. “bet” he replied

“im ready for the next one” he says, “how much do you got left?” he tried to subtly adjust himself once again. “like one or two left, i don’t remember” you answer. You disappear back into the closet. Changing out of this one.

The next costume was the easiest. It was freddy krueger and you knew you didn’t need to do much besides order a red and green striped sweater and cut rips and holes into it yourself. You refused to let chris see the finish product until now. You already owned a black mini skirt so you were pretty much set. Topping it off with your fishnets and the glove you step out of the closet.

The smirk on chris’s face was priceless, you’re not sure if it was because of how short the skirt was, or the fact that your red lace bra was visible through the hole you cut in the middle for the sexy effect. “i like this one. simple but you look sexy as fuck in it” he says, in a slight mutter

you take that as a victory. “okay the last one I think you’ll like a lot, hold on to your socks” you warn heading back into the closet

You change out of it and carefully step into the dress to your pirate costume, you made sure you got the shortest dress you can find. wanting this to be the one that brings chris to snap and lose his mind. you struggle for a second to strap on the corset on your own but you manage. Focusing on putting everything on correctly as you stand in front of the mirror in the closet. Luckily you had your own gold belt bangle piece to wrap around your waist. You pull your fishnet socks with the bow at the top on and your black high heels. Now this one was your favorite. It was sexy and the perfectly good costume for you, especially to wear at the party. You had more pieces to put the outfit together, like the bandana and a sword. but for now, it’s just the basics.

“okay this one is my favorite” you bit your lip as you step out. Chris’s jaw practically dropped. From your thighs to your waist to your boobs, his eyes roamed . “this is the one im wearing, I think..” you say. You scan his face.

he sits up straight. licking his lips he muttered, “c’mere”

you walk over to him. now stood in between his legs. His hands trailed up and down the back of your thigh. sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of his warm hands on your body enough to make you moan out loud.

“you looked so good in all of those baby, you’re so beautiful ” he lets out a hum. “but this one…”

“this is the one.” he bites his lip. your hands softly massaged and caressed his shoulders as you look down at him, his eyes admiring your lower half as his hands feel and roam over your thighs and backside. he can feel his pants get tighter as his arousal grows. He’s been in heat this whole time that now it’s starting to hurt.

“the things i wanna do to you in this…” he lets out a frustrated and lusty sigh. he looked up at you, his eyes burning with need and desire. His hands make their way under the dress. Tracing along the fabric of your thong. You moan softly when you feel his finger graze your center.

“take these off ma, ..please..?”

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

idk how to feel abt this

this was supposed to be a blurb but

I think it’s too long for that 😭😭

anyways hope you like this I tried!!

more halloween content soon tho fr

xoxo paris

[peppapig9009]

Boruto timeskip x Reader

A/N - Read this information because it’s going to be confusing if you skip through it and go straight to the story please!

8k words!!

Okay so this story obviously takes place in Boruto. Not only that but also in time skip. This story is based off from the manga, so if you haven’t read the manga I suggest do it now before going into the story. This is also my first story!! I hope you like it!! Also don’t forget my requests are always open. Okay i’ll be leaving you now to read, enjoy! :)

.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫ ・.・

Life had been difficult for Boruto ever since his life got ‘switched’ with kawaki. He couldn’t go to stores anywhere to buy things for himself because people obviously recognized him as the enemy. He had to stay on the low for a few years and you were by his side no matter what, like gum on a sidewalk. Although you practically lived with Boruto and Sasuke, you were still in touch with your Aunt and cousins. They think it’s wrong for you to be with ‘traitors’ because of what Boruto had done to the leaf Village but they told you they would support you no matter what since they had no full authority to make your decisions. You made sure to write letters to them once in a while in order to not make them worry about your safety, even when they know you’re strong enough to defend yourself.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

It hit that time of the day where you, Boruto, and Sasuke had to go find shelter to get plenty of rest for the following day. We eventually found a small cave since we were in the woods already. As soon as we entered, we started to unpack our things to set up for the night. You set your backpack on the floor and took out only your sleeping bag, and flashlight (it was going to get pitch black in an hour or so). There weren’t any towns nearby to purchase food, we had no other choice but to go wilderness style. You and Boruto had already finished unpacking so you guys decided to go hunting to not sleep with an empty stomach.

“Bye Sasuke, we are going to find some food to eat. If you have time, please prepare the fire for us to cook whatever we catch. We won’t take long.” You told him.

“Yeah that’s fine, stay safe out there and remember to hide your chakra incase anybody senses it.” He replied.

Boruto brought his Kunais and you brought your bow and arrows including a leather pouch incase you catch anything small like berries or nuts. we knew there was a body of water nearby so we decided we would eat fish for dinner.

“First one to reach the water first isn’t a loser!!!” Boruto said as he started to run.

“WAIT! You didn’t say when to start, you idiot!” You yelled running towards him. Once you caught up to him you tried to trip him, unfortunately he jumped to dodge your attack and elbowed your head. You fell on yours knees and eventually ate shit because you couldn’t balance. You didn’t give up just yet so you stood up. You paused. You couldn’t see him.

“No way he’s there already.” At that exact moment you lost all hope, accepting the fact that you were a loser for life. You walked your way there not interested in the stupid race Boruto created. Wait. Something’s wrong. It’s awfully quiet.

“Boruto?” No response.

You started to get annoyed because you knew this was another one of his tricks.

“Okay I don’t want to play this game anymore. Im a loser and you’re not. You win. Come out now, I’m getting scared.” You weren’t scared of anyone possibly hurting you, you were scared of the fact that you were alone in the woods without Boruto’s company.

You heard noises up above in the trees. You looked up only to see Boruto falling on you with a fat smirk on his face. He laid all his weight on you making it hard to breathe “ahhh I can’t breathe fatty, you’re so heavy!!!”

He was laughing uncontrollably still on you. “You give up? Thats not the y/n I know. Why didn’t you just go straight to the lake? You could have won, you dummy, or were you scared? Little scaredy cat” He said laughing in my ear.

“I mean, since we still aren’t there yet we can still race, you know?” He added.

He got off of you and both stood up. “fine but this time count AND no pushing or shoving, got it?” You told him angrily, dusting the dirt off of your clothes.

“Got it.” He replied still having that annoying smirk on his face.

“Three…Two…One…Go!!!!”

We both ran at the direction of the water without stopping. If anyone could catch how our faces looked, they would describe it as ‘no thoughts behind those eyes, they look like mosquitos racing towards bright lights.’

You got there as fast as you could, not caring if Boruto won or if he was still behind. You couldn’t see anything either way because of all the smoke you had created. You were panting so hard you had to sit down and take a water break. You looked to your right only to see Boruto doing the same thing.

“YOU WERE RIGHT HERE ALL ALONG?!” He screamed, shocked to see me sitting down drinking water. That to him meant that you were there for a bit.

“No way. You were here all along too?” You replied with a faint laugh. “I guess we both won” you said with a smile. He smiled back admiring your face.

You opened your eyes only to see him staring at you. You felt kind of uncomfortable because you don’t like it when people stare at you. So you decided to break the tension by saying, “c’mon we need to catch some fish, we can’t keep Sasuke waiting.”

“Oh, you’re right let’s go.” He started to walk on the water, going more towards the center. “Wait, but how are we going to catch them?” Boruto said.

“Give me one of your kunai, i’ll make a spear. You want one too?” You said.

“Yes please, for now I’m going to try to wiggle my fingers to trick them into thinking it’s a worm” he said confidently.

“Get off of the water, you’re going to scare them away.” You said forgetting how stupid he can get sometimes. You were done making the spears and tossed one to him. “We need to catch at least five. And hurry up because the sun is about to set and we won’t be able to see them”

As always, we were being competitive trying to see who gets the three catches first. “Caught the last one!” He screamed so loudly. “Just in time, I couldn’t see anything in the water anymore.” You told him.

“Yeah same here. I consider this fish the lucky catch.” He laughed. We gathered all our things and headed back to the cave. The way back was originally 10 minutes since we ran almost the entire time. You were both drained from all the running, pushing, shoving and catching so at this point you didn’t care if sasuke had to wait a couple more minutes.

“It’s so dark already, I’m getting scared Boruto.” you said clearly afraid of the dark worried about not being able to see when you’d run into a huge spiderweb with an angry spider on it. “Don’t be such a baby y/n, you have me to protect you!” he said still not convincing you. You didn’t trust him because if he also ran into a web he would be screaming in high notes, even higher than yours.

“Hold my hand.” He said

“Huh? What for?” You replied confused

“So we don’t lose each other.” He said clearly lying. You could barely see his face but you could tell he was also just as scared as you were. “You’re scared aren’t you boruto?” You said smirking. “What?! No way y/n. If anything, you’re the only scardey cat here.” He said with a visible shakey voice. “Wait! I have a flashlight in my backpack can you grab it for me y/n? Just make sure not to drop anything.” You let go of his hand to open the backpack and reach for the flashlight.

“You came in handy bringing your bag Boruto.” You cried happy tears. You closed his backpack and turned on the flash. “Hold it with your left hand.” You didn’t question him and did as he said. He grabbed your right arm and sled down slowly to intertwine his fingers with yours. There was no reason to hold hands anymore since we could already see what was in front of us. No one was speaking, which made it more awkward. On top of that, the woods were silent.

He squeezed your hand to feel closer to you, you did the same to feel even more closer to him. Once in a while he would rub his thumb on the back of your hand. It stayed that way until we saw the fire. I let go of Boruto’s hand so that Sasuke wouldn’t see that we were holding hands.

“Took you idiots long enough.” Sasuke said

“It was only an hour Sasuke. Catching fish isn’t easy when you don’t have a rod” you replied.

“Yeah, besides we were doing everything in fast motion.” Boruto added to the conversation.

“It’s fine, take the fish out so we can cook it quickly to turn off the fire, we wouldn’t want anyone to see the light from afar.”

Boruto nodded and gave Sasuke the bag that carried 5 fish. Sasuke then pierced the fishes with sticks and handed one to Boruto and you. “Here, make sure not to burn it.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

After we were done eating sasuke turned the fire off and headed inside the cave. “Goodnight, i’ll be going to sleep now. Remember to not let your guard down, don’t sleep off too late, i’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, goodnight Sasuke. We’ll see you in the morning” you told him as you set a blanket on the floor just outside of the cave to star gaze. It was always the first thing you did once it got dark outside. I get so hypnotized looking at the stars sparkling.

“Scoot.” You looked up only to see Boruto with two pillows and a blanket.

“What are the pillows for? Im not going to sleep out here.” You said laughing.

“It’s for your head, It looks painful. I can go put it back if you don’t want it.” He replied.

“No it’s fine give it. Thank you”

“Yep” he said as he was getting comfortable next to you, putting the blanket over both of us.

You loved how he is just as hypnotized as you are.

“there goes a shooting star!!!” We both shouted quietly trying not to be loud.

“You can have it Boruto” you said laughing still not looking away from the sky.

“Thank you y/n.” He said as he turned to look at you. “Yeah, no problem.”

“No. I mean it, thank you y/n for being there for me”

“It wasn’t just me, you had others on your side you know? The only reason Sasuke is here is because Sadara sent him. She unlocked her mangekyo Sharigan because she was so afraid of losing you. You were a kill on sight target, I was there and saw everything and I don’t blame her for being so scared.”

“I guess you’re right.” He said

“I always am, Boruto.” You replied

After that, no one spoke a word. It was silent. A comfort silence though. You were getting too tired to stand up and go to your sleeping bags in the cave with sasuke and you could tell he was too but you were waiting for him to stand up and make the first move. It was so comfortable being by his side. It felt safe and warm. Your eyelids were getting heavy and eventually fell asleep, as so did he.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

You woke up with the sun beaming its hot rays on your face. You tried to stretch but you couldn’t move. Someone was holding you. You turned around forcefully only to see Boruto big spooning you. You were freaking out because you didn’t want Sasuke to see both of you guys like this.

“Stop moving to much. You’re going to wake me up.” Boruto said digging his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah? Well you DO need to wake up, it’s late already. We need to get going.” You told him. He was awake but NOT awake because he still didn’t notice the situation. “Boruto… I can’t get up” you said nervously. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the position you guys were in. He flinched and let go super fast “Oh.. sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to invade your space” he said clearly embarrassed for acting like this with a faint blush on his face.

“How come you guys weren’t sleeping in your sleeping bags with me?” Sasuke said.

You also jumped almost forgetting he was with us the entire time. “I was waiting for y/n get up. It was just too comfortable, trust me Sasuke” Boruto said.

“Whattt!! You didn’t need my permission. And I was also waiting for you to say something last night.” You laughed staring at him waiting for a response back but instead Boruto just stared back at you. Sasuke felt uncomfortable with the whole ‘staring eye contest’ situation so he broke the silence, “Pack up your things, we are going to find a town nearby to wash up.”

“Wait! first I need to brush my teeth,” You grab a water bottle, your toothbrush, toothpaste and some napkins from your backpack and went to go hide so they don’t see you brushing your teeth this way. Once you were done, you put everything away back in its place. Finally, took out your hairbrush and quickly fixed up your messy hair.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“If we do end up finding a town, wouldn’t they recognize me?” Boruto said. “Not really, if we use transformation jutsu to hide our real identities, they wont suspect a thing.” You said excitedly. “She’s right. Let’s get going now,” Sasuke said. “I know just the right place to go to.”

After half an hour or so, we found a place to stay for the day. You and Boruto were fighting to see which room was best the best to choose from. “Move Boruto you’re blocking the doorway!” You yelled. “Yeah, it’s almost as if I’m doing this on purpose! I have to get the best room!” He screamed. “Both of you shut up. There are no rooms, it’s just a two bed hotel room, what more did you expect? If you’re going to shower, I suggest do it now.” Sasuke said breaking the loud fight. “Im going in first.” You said annoyed, walking straight to the bathroom not dropping your stuff down because your soaps and stuff are in your backpack. “First I need to clean these dirty cloths.” You say to yourself stripping down to wash them in the sink. Once you were done, you used a small wind jutsu on your palm to dry the clothes up. You dug in your backpack to take out your soaps for the shower.

“Ahh so fresh and clean. I even had time to do my makeup!” You said looking at yourself in the mirror so happy, until you heard a loud ass knock on the door. “Will you hurry up in there? I need to use the bathroom!!!” Boruto quietly shouted to prevent sasuke from hearing. “Shut up i’m almost done!” You said trying to hold in your laugh because you were lying. “I KNOW YOU’RE LYING IM GOING TO BUST THIS DOOR DOWN!” He did… He pushed you out and kicked your backpack enough for you to grab it. He shut the door super hard. “What’s all that noise? You guys are going to get us kicked out.” Sasuke said clearly irritated now. A few minutes had passed by and Boruto walked out of the bathroom all fresh and clean as well. “You can go in there now sasuke. Also thank you y/n for leaving your soaps in there. I didn’t have any!” Boruto said trying to make you mad for using your things. “You’re welcome. If anything, you really needed them the most.” You said laughing loudly. You can hear Sasuke chuckle as he walked in the bathroom. “Once i’m out of the shower, get ready to leave to go out and train.” He said closing the door behind him. “Train? Aw man I’m going to get all dirty again!” You said whining. “Shut up, besides we get to spend the night here remember? You can take a shower when we get back.” Boruto told you clearly happy we get to sleep on beds after so long. (It had only been 3 days since he slept on a real bed again) “I guess you’re right. Im so hungry, are you hungry too?” You said. “Yeah I am to be honest. Want to go grab something?” He replied

“I thought you’d never ask!” You say putting on your shoes. “Take Sasuke’s wallet with you. Dont forget to transform into the random person you were earlier.” You added.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“So many options! I cant even choose!!” Boruto said drooling. “We need to hurry up, Sasuke is going to be out soon. oooh, let’s get Hamburgers!” You say. “Good idea y/n.” After buying the hamburgers with Sasuke’s money, we headed back to our hotel room to eat our food in there. “You forgot the key you idiot!” You yelled “i’m the idiot? You didn’t even notice either!” Boruto argued back. We were outside of the room knocking for 5 minutes straight. “What were you doing outside?” Sasuke said opening the door and moving aside so we could enter. As we walked in he saw the food in our hands. “Hamburgers? Really? With what money?”

“She stole your money!!”

“He stole your money!!”

We both said pointing at each other. “I don’t care, did you at least get me one?” Sasuke said. “You bet!” Boruto replied.

“Alright. Let’s eat then.”

“Thank you for the food.” We all said in unison “Mmmmh this is so good!! But it’s not better than lighting burger. Man I miss that place.” Boruto said with his mouth full of food. “Dude, shut up we know it’s good, I can see all the chewed up food in your mouth mixed with saliva” you said crying in disgust. “You shut up and mind your own business!” He argued back with food still in his mouth. You rolled your eyes and continued eating your hamburger. Once we were all finished, you volunteered to clean their mess so they could have time to get their stuff ready for training. “Are you guys ready to leave?” Sasuke told us. “Yes, we are! Right y/n?” Boruto said as he put Sasuke’s headband on his forehead. “Yes, let’s go” you say transforming into the random old woman you turned into a while ago

“Okay, this is far enough” Sasuke said as he waited for Boruto to get his things ready to train. “Hey guys? I’m not really in the mood to train today. I just want to see how strong you’ve gotten Boruto!” You said. “Yeah! That’s fine by me y/n!”

You were truly amazed on how fast Boruto had been progressing, “I think he might be stronger than Sasuke.” You thought to yourself. Sasuke gave Boruto his sword so that he could get better at controlling it. He began to slice wood around him, “you’re so good at this Boruto. I wish I was as strong as you.” You said clearly amazed. “You would be if you trained as hard as me, but I don’t see it! Hahaha.” You didn’t respond back to him, instead, you just admired him from afar. His hair was so long now. Kind of like Sasuke’s, the scar in his face suits him so well, it makes him look so cool… “Good, that’s enough for now, time for a break.” Sasuke said. Boruto agreed and sat next to me. “You want anything to drink?” You told him. “Water. Please and thank you” Boruto replied.

“What do you think? Do I still need more training?”

“Are you kidding? You’re perfect already!” You said laughing.

“Really?” He replied expecting you to praise him more. “Hell yeah. I don’t even think you need to carry a sword with you because you’re the weapon yourself!” You bragged.

“Nah don’t over exaggerate y/n! I’m not that good.” he replied, with a big smile and a faint blush on his face. He turned to look at sasuke, “Sasu- I mean, Master! What did you think about my Uchiha style? Ive fully mastered it right?!” Since when did he start calling him master? You thought as you opened a bag of chips. “I suppose I’ve taught you almost all the moves and methods I know.” Sasuke said. “I was just joking around! I know there’s still a lot you can teach me!” Boruto exclaimed.

“Does it look like I’m joking to you? You’ve got talent and you’re also a quick learner, I have nothing left to teach you. But that doesn’t mean slack off. Keep training, master your mind and moves.” Sasuke added. Boruto didn’t know what to respond to so he just nodded at him quietly, Accepting the fact that he doesn’t need Sasuke’s training anymore. “I guess you’re right, master.”

“Jeez, time really passed by so quick! It’s almost 6 o’clock!” You said yawning clearly tired. “You want to head back?” Sasuke asked you.

“Yes, only If you guys aren’t busy anymore.” You said standing up.

“No worries y/n. Let’s head back if you’re tired. In fact I’m tired myself!” Boruto said.

“Alright then, going back it is.” You said walking towards the direction of hotel. Wrinkling the bag of chips into a ball and putting it in one of your backpack’s pocket.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“Home sweet home! Am I right?” Boruto shouted. “Very funny Boruto.” You said as you got your pj’s out of your backpack. “Im going to shower, be right back.” You said already on your way to the bathroom. As soon as you got in, you locked the door. “Im going to wash these pajamas to sleep more comfortable. As a matter of fact im washing everything now that I have the time.” You told yourself. Once you were done, you used wind style to dry them clean. “Finally, now I can shower. If only we had washing machines in this hotel, it would be so much easier.” You said as you walked the shower.

You finally finished cleaning everything up. You felt so squeaky clean. You walked out of the bathroom to grab your backpack because you left it on one of the beds. Quickly grabbing it and walking back to the bathroom trying not take any of Boruto and Sasuke’s time. You eventually finished brushing your teeth and hair, then put everything back in your bag to stay organized. As you walked out, Boruto went in the bathroom to shower as well. You didn’t waste any time and started to take apart the organized bed sheets to cover yourself. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep. You were so tired for no reason.

You woke up, but you weren’t fully awake so the most you did was just open your eyes. It was so dark and quiet. What time is it? You turned your full body around because you got tired of staring at the wall only to see Boruto laying next to you. He wasn’t asleep though, just staring at the ceiling. He noticed your movements.

“You want some candy?” He asked.

“What time is it?” You said not answering his question.

“3 am”

“No way, really?!” You said surprised. He unwrapped the piece of candy and handed it to you, not caring if you didn’t want it.

“Eat some with me.”

“Wait, I’m going to grab some water first, I’m thirsty” You said. As you stood up you saw Sasuke sleeping on the other bed. He looked so comfortable. It almost looked adorable. You grabbed the water bottle that was on the table. It looked like somebody had already drank from it. “Is this your bottle?” You asked him.

“Yeah bring it here, I’m thirsty too.”

You walked towards him and handed it to him while you got on the bed to sit. Once he was done drinking water, he passed it to me. “You can finish the rest.” He said wiping his mouth. And you listened.

“Here.” He said putting a candy in my mouth.

“Where did you get them? They’re really good.” You said.

“Sasuke gave them to me when you were sleeping. He told me to share some with you but I ate most of them already.” He chuckled nervously. He seemed off.

“What’s wrong Boruto?”

“Nothing. Why?” He replied

“Are you sure? You can tell me anything.” You said

“It’s just, this gut feeling in my stomach is keeping me up” he mumbled.

“I hate when that happens, especially when you don’t know the reason why you have it.” you replied “Is there anything I could do to make you feel better? Do you want to go outside for a walk with me?” You asked him

“No it’s okay, thank you for the offer though.” he said as he laid down to stare at the ceiling again.“I know what to do. Lay on your stomach and lift up your shirt. Im going to tickle your back.”

“Huh? Whats that?” He asked confused.

“It’s this super relaxing thing where I drag my nails or fingers on your back. I loved it so much when my aunt would do this to me whenever I felt upset.” You told him smiling. He then turned around to lay on his stomach and you lifted up his shirt. You laid on your side next to him to get comfortable and started dragging your fingers around his back.

“You’re right, this does feel nice.” Boruto admitted.

“Like I said, I’m always right.” You replied.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

After you were done doing that ‘tickle’ massage you quietly made sure he was fast asleep, and he was. You were glad because you never liked when he was upset. It just feels so out of place. You would do anything to make sure he’s not feeling down. You got off of the bed quietly to go pee. You reached the bathroom and as soon as you were about to close the door someone stopped it.

“Boruto? What are you doing, I thought you were asleep!” You shouted quietly. “I was. I still don’t feel so good. Can we talk here? I just want to make sure master Sasuke doesn’t hear.”

“Yeah, let me just pee first.”

You opened the door signaling for him to come in after you were done. “Sit down please.” He commanded And you sat on the bathroom floor facing him. “Well, what’s wrong?” You asked him worried.

“It’s Sasuke, I’m worried about him.”

You looked at him confused scanning his face trying to dig for more information. “Why? What’s wrong with Sasuke?” You replied

“Remember earlier when I told you I had this gut feeling? I didn’t want to tell you that it was about him because I was afraid you would look at me like if I was stupid. I can’t hold it in anymore, I have to tell you.”

“Don’t ever think that I would find you stupid I would never. even when you act like such an idiot.” You told him.

He stared at you before starting “I feel like something’s going to happen to him. Im not sure what though. Something bad y/n. And I’m so frustrated because I cant figure it out. It feels like deja vu, like as if i’ve already lived it and my brain isn’t letting me remember, you know?” You wanted to cry because you can feel the heaviness from his chest, you also didn’t know what to respond to him, so instead you brought him in for a hug, rubbing his back. “oh Boruto, everything’s going to be okay. Okay?? Besides Sasuke wouldn’t allow anything bad happen to anyone, including himself. He’s really smart and strong, or have you forgotten huh??” You said trying your best lighten the mood. You broke apart the hug to see if he’s doing okay.

“Boruto?” You said shocked seeing his eyes all watery. “Don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry too.” you said as you rubbed the tears off of his face with your fingers. “Oh, sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He said. “Never mind me, at this moment everything is about you.” You said leaning in to kiss his forehead. He looked shocked. “I’m sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?” you told him. “The opposite actually.” There he goes again, staring into your soul. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful y/n, you’re really cool and also you’ve always been there for me. You never fail to make me feel better, thank you. Till this day I wonder why you didn’t fall for Eida’s omnipotence she casted a while back,” he stopped for a moment to think. “This might ruin our friendship but…” he said leaning closer to you. Everything felt in slow motion. You felt like a mannequin, not knowing what to do. You can feel your heartbeat trying to escape from your throat and your ass.

He grabbed your chin to make you look at him in the eye. They screamed hunger and lust. He reached in and gave you a soft kiss on your mouth. He backed up just a little to breathe because his heart was about to explode, he was so nervous. Him heavy breathing on your face unleashed something in you. You grabbed his hair from the back side of his head and kissed him back softly but a little rough. You kissing him meant to him that you were okay with this. You knew he wanted more so you parted your mouth slightly open allowing him to enter. He grabbed the back of your hair as well tugging on it to get a better grip on you. With the other hand he went under your shirt to feel your smooth silky skin. The kiss went from being soft to rough, now you guys are fully making out. The bathroom was so quiet and the only noises being made were both you and Boruto’s lips smacking. He kept making beautiful clicking noises that would send shivers down your spine. You placed your arms underneath his shirt feeling his muscular physique. He broke the kiss apart and slowly pushed you down on the floor and got on top of you. “You don’t know how long i’ve been wanting this. I craved you y/n. Now I don’t know how i’m going to control myself knowing you taste like this.” He said whispering in your ear.

“Boruto, we can’t do this here, Sasuke will hear us, or worse, he could walk in because you left the door unlocked you idiot.” You said as you grabbed his chin and pulled him in to give him a messy wet kiss. He whimpered in your mouth because the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering a little too much causing a strong tingle sensation in there. You put your hands underneath his shirt to feel him again. He liked that. So he took off his shirt to make you touch him more. He loves when you touch him, he’s so touch starved. He broke apart the kiss to go down on your neck. It felt so good yet so wrong because of how risky the situation was. You never thought you’d be into risky things like this until now. You can feel him sucking on your neck and your first instinct was to smack his head. He looked up confused. “Don’t suck on my neck you idiotic vampire.” You said worried he might leave a hickey. “As much as I want to keep going at this, we have to go back to sleep.” You said as you sat up while him being trapped with his legs. You grabbed the shirt he tossed on the other side of the bathroom and proceeded to put it on him. “Just one more kiss.” He said with puppy eyes. “Your wish is my command.” You laughed quietly and leaned in closer to his face. He didn’t waste no time. This man was HUNGRY. It was a hard, rough make out session all over again, the sloppy and wet kisses happening again as well with so much tension. He didn’t want to let go. He was going to miss your lips.

But you had to stop this no matter how hard it was, if you didn’t make this decision, something else would of happened. Let’s just say both of your clothes would be completely off. He stood up and pulled his arm out to pick you up. Before opening the door he turned around and quickly pecked your lips several times. He knew this wouldn’t happen again for a while, so he took advantage of this precious moment. He cupped your face then kissed your forehead before opening the door quietly. You both successfully made it back to the beds without waking Sasuke up. Once you were both in the covers you cuddled real close while holding hands. You and him both never wanted this moment to end.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

It was morning all over again. The bed was so comfortable and fresh. You didn’t want to wake up. You stretched your body and it caused you to start glitching. You loved those type of stretches, ESPECIALLY in the mornings. All the memories of last night started to wash over you and you felt embarrassed because that version of you wasn’t like you at all. “Boruto craved me?” You thought to yourself remembering what he was whispering in your ear last night. You stood up only to see both Boruto and Sasuke still knocked out. You looked at the clock on the wall and it read 11:36 am. It was late, but also still early so you decided to lay back down without making noise to prevent them from waking up. They needed rest. You were pretty tired yourself because you fell back asleep in no time.

You woke up feeling like you had been hibernating for a long time, with plenty of rest. You saw Boruto chilling on the bed next to you watching tv while eating chips. He noticed you moving so he knew you were finally awake. As soon as your eyes locked in with his, you once again remembered what had happened last night. He was thinking the same and wanted to talk about it but he couldn’t because Sasuke was right there. And you both knew how much of a big eavesdropper he is. So he decided not to open his mouth and turn his attention back to the tv.

You got off the bed to go take a shower. You grabbed your backpack and quickly walked to the bathroom. Of course Sasuke had to be in there, now you had to wait outside of the bathroom awkwardly. You waited out there about a minute or so. When Sasuke opened the door he gave you a look that said ‘why do you need to use the bathroom as soon as im out’ and ‘don’t go in there’ look. You were confused at first but then you realized he was pooping. “Damn it stinks” you thought to yourself. Whelp there is no other choice, it’s either go back there with Boruto OR shower and get ready for the day.

You walked out of the shower all fresh and clean then proceeded to take out your toothbrush and toothpaste. “Oh man, this is the spot we kissed in. Can I ever escape?” You thought to yourself while you brushed your teeth.

You were finally done with everything including your makeup, you put everything back in its place and closed up your backpack. “Man I carry this thing everywhere.” You said clearly grateful for it. You walked out of the bathroom, set your bag on the bed and sat on the table with Sasuke. “Hey Sasuke, when are we leaving?” You told him. “We have till six to leave.” He replied. “Oh um and when is that?” You leaned back on the chair to read the clock because he was in your way, it read 4:57pm “What the hell? I slept till four?!” You screamed in shock. “I didn’t want to wake you up because I figured you needed rest, besides if you were awake this whole time you’d be bored, there’s nothing to do here. So I preferred for you to sleep instead of having nothing to do.” He replied softly. “I guess you’re right, thank you Sasuke.” You told him.

“So technically we need about an hour to leave” you thought to yourself. You knew once it was time to go we wouldn’t be sleeping in nice hotels like these for a while so you decided to go out for shopping. “Sasuke i’m going to walk around the town. I’ll be back in time okay?” You said standing up to leave. “Yeah sure just be careful. Remember, hide your chakra and make smart decisions. You need any money?” He asked you. “Yes please.” You replied happy. He gave you about 60 bucks. “Really? It didn’t have to be so much!” You said amazed. “Take it, in fact keep it. You need it more than I do. I rarely spend any money on myself, unless it’s for you guys.” He said smiling. You gave him a quick hug. You love it when people do small things that make you happy. You’ll cherish this moment forever. “Aw man I love Sasuke so much.” You thought to yourself wanting to cry happy tears. It was so cute when Sasuke showed affection. “Okay im going to head out now, bye” you said as you transformed into another person.

Boruto couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time, even when you were sleeping. You tried your best to ignore him, but it was so hard because you practically felt his eyeballs on your back. Well good thing you weren’t there anymore, it was so awkward, You didn’t regret or hate what happened last night, it’s just you don’t know what to say to someone after you kissed them in secret. In fact you couldn’t even talk about it, not even for a second because Sasuke will notice strange behaviors like whispering and fast heartbeats. Well anyways, You get to shop at stores you like in silence without a rat in your ear ranting about wanting to leave the store because you’ve been there for way ‘too long’. You entered a pet shop first to go see cute animals. “Oh wow! They even have baby ducks!” You said out loud. “You can hold one if you’d like!” A coworker told you. “Really? That would be nice.” You replied back to her. “Yes, only because you remind me of my grandma. You look just like her! Man I miss her so much” She told you. “You kind soul!” You told her trying to act a little old. She handed you a baby duck. It was so soft and yellow. “You know what, let me buy it!! It’s just so cute.” You told her. “Awesome! They’re 15 dollars each.” You handed her the right amount of money. “Oh! And you’re going to need this.” She gave you a bag full of mealworms. “Here, take it for free, it’s on me! You don’t have to pay anything for the worms.” She said smiling at you. “Thank you so much. You made my day, actually my whole year!” You told her. “I’m glad to hear that. Have a nice day!” She replied.

You didn’t waste any time on going to other shops. This baby duck you had in your hand was enough. “Im going to name you, hmm. Nugget!” You told it. “Wait, I don’t even know your gender. Damn it, I should of asked the coworker earlier.” You said knocking on the door. Boruto opened it for you. “Look! Meet our new friend.” You told him. That was the first thing you said to him since last night. “It’s adorable. Where did you get it?” He told you. “Hmm I don’t know, a food shop. Obviously a pet shop, here carry this.” You said as you gave him the meal worm bag. “Eww, it has to eat worms?” He said. “Sasuke look! A duckling! Wait, I wanted to asked you if you could check if it’s a girl or a boy.” You told him as you handed it over. He flipped it carefully and checked its private spot. “Hm, it appears to be a boy.” He said flipping it back around petting it. “Get your stuff, we have to go now” he told you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“Wait out here, I have to return the key.” Sasuke said leaving me and Boruto alone. “What did you name him?” He asked. “Nugget, do you like it?” You replied. “It’s ironically funny.” He said.

“About yesterday, i’m sorry if Imade you feel uncomfortable, I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry again for not apologizing earlier. Sasuke was there and I didn’t want him to hear me.” He said. “There’s nothing to worry about besides I don’t regret anything at all. I liked it. And I also didn’t say anything for the same reason, Sasuke is such a big eavesdropper.” You told Boruto.

“Sasuke is a big what?” Sasuke said

“Nothing!!” You yelled.

“Nothing!!” Boruto yelled.

“Calm down, it’s not like I’m going to arrest you for talking about me. Let’s go now.” he said.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“We’ve been walking for hours, can we get a break at least?” Boruto whined. “Shut up, we’re almost there.” Sasuke replied. “Here have a drink of my water” you told Boruto as you gave him a waterfall. “Thank you, I really needed that.” He said wiping his mouth.

“Guys stay alert! Code is here, stay calm and prepare to fight!” Sasuke said. “Stupid bastard! Always ruining the moment! Where are you huh?! You little scaredy cat!” Boruto yelled.

“Im right here you idiot.” Code said above us. “Damn it, we couldn’t see him because of how dark it is out here.” You said. “Relax pretty girl, I’m not here for you. Im here for your little boyfriend, he’s kind of in the menu for today and I need him.” Code said loud enough for everybody to hear. “Yeah? Well you’re going to have to get through me first!” You yelled at him. You created a shadow clone to protect Nugget and also to hold your things. Your shadow clone handed you your bow and arrow. “Thank you, protect nugget and my things, go and hide.” You told your shadow clone. You grabbed an arrow and set it on the bow, you filled it with poisonous chakra that’s able to numb flesh. You pointed it and launched it on code’s shoulder. It was the best you could do since he was super high in mid air.

“You little brat! What did you do to me!” He landed on the floor and started to release a lot of claw grimes. “Damn it! We’re outnumbered!” Boruto said frustrated. Sasuke saw that Code was weakened with the poison you had darted him with and quickly took action. He grabbed his sword and slashed his left eye.

“Uchiha!! You, how dare you take my left eye!!!”

“Boruto! Y/n! What are you doing?! Hurry up and run!!” Sasuke yelled. “How can you say that master?! I won’t abandon you!!” Boruto shouted back at him. “Listen closely, there is absolutely no way we can win against him, so escape for now!! Survive at all cost and become stronger so then, there wont be anyone who’ll be able to stop you!! Watch over Sadara for me, Boruto.” Sasuke said. “DIE!!” Code yelled as he watched all the claw grimes go after Sasuke.

“Master!!” Boruto yelled trying to help Sasuke. “Boruto!! Sasuke is sacrificing himself for us to escape! He told us to live no matter what! We can’t let this go to waste. You think I don’t want to help him? I want to do anything possible to help Sasuke, We’re outnumbered!! We have to listen to what he told us to do! Run!!” You said ignoring all the heavy tears in your face. Your shadow clone ran with you guys because obviously you couldn’t leave Nugget and your stuff behind. Code left as well. He was practically useless, a slashed left eye and a body going numb, you’d run away too if you were him.

You and Boruto ran as far as you could. “We have to go back y/n. Please! I want to make sure he’s okay!” Boruto cried. “I agree Boruto. We have to go back.” You replied. You were shaking so bad, you wanted to throw up from all the shock. You didn’t give a shit if code was still there or not. All you cared about was if Sasuke was okay.

You guys arrived to the spot where it all happened in. You saw claw grimes dead on the floor. “A tree? That wasn’t there.” You said. “Master Sasuke? Are you there?” Boruto asked. “BORUTO!!!” You cried out. Boruto ran towards you confused to why you screamed until he turned around to see the tree. Only to find out, Sasuke was in it. “He’s not dead is he?” You asked. He quickly checked his pulse. “His heart is still beating y/n. Don’t cry, He’s still alive!” Boruto told you.

“Let’s take him out Boruto.” You said bawling with tears. “Wait, not yet. What if he dies if we take him out? We have to find code to undo this crap.” He said turning to you. “Look at me.” He grabbed your face. “It’s all going to be okay. Okay? His pulse still beats at normal speeds. This tells us that he’s still alive.” He said wiping the tears off your face. He stood up and grabbed the sword from Sasuke’s hand. “I’ve got this old man Sas- I mean, Master.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Part two???

[nghtwngs]

dincember prompt 3: gloves

description: it’s cold, and you seem to be gloveless. mando is quite stubborn and won’t let your fingers freeze off.

pairing: din djarin x mechanic!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers (eventually?), mutual pining, slow burn (im sorry i didn’t mean for it to be this way)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: pre-canon, he’s probably ooc i can barely keep my eyes open

a/n: this is for dincember 2022! im starting a little late cause i only found out about this last night and this includes prompts 1 through 3 (even though it started as 3, it just ended up that way) god i haven’t posted a fic since august but i plan on writing more for pedro’s characters and cassian (once i finally watch the last ep of andor)

You wonder if they’re as warm as they look.

Orange tips that have browned with age and blaster residue, soft leather worn and broken in, and large. The thought makes your neck heat with embarrassment and a hint of something else you’d rather not go figuring out. No, definitely not. Not when Mando is your employer, and much more recently, your friend. You don’t need to go making things weird for yourself or for him. Things are good right now. You like the routine you’ve both settled into, you like being around him, you like…

You squeeze your eyes shut when the word appears in your head, throwing your head against the back of the seat with frustration. Ow.

You like his gloves.

Along with having to adjust to living on the Razer Crest, you’ve developed a rather mortifying habit of staring at Mando’s hands. You blame his mannerisms for being so hypnotizing. The way his fingers strain and stretch the leather of his gloves while hovering beside his blaster during an encounter about to go wrong, the times he’s placed a gentle hand on your arm to make sure you’re alright, that day he pulled each of the fingers on his glove one by one to take them off and feel your forehead when you were coming down with a fever. Maker, what’s wrong with you?

You spring up from the chair, leaving the cockpit to find something to repair. Anything to get your mind off this and off of him. The heating unit needs a look at anyway.

Turns out, that had been a very good idea. The filter needs replacing, but you don’t have an extra one lying around, so you’ll be adding it to the list of items to purchase when you go out. You scribble down a few other parts you need plus the ration packs you know Mando likes (they’re the same ones you do), warmer clothes, and thicker blankets since the thermal system is at risk of catching on fire. You’re not going to be able to turn it on until you get that new filter.

You jump when Mando rests a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him. “Kriff, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he answers, pulling his hand away. “Are you ready to go now?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my jacket.” You slip on your winter coat, zipping it up. “You know, we need to change out that heating filter of yours. A few more days and it’ll burst into flames. When’s the last time you swapped it out?”

Mando thinks for a moment. You briefly wonder if his eyebrows are scrunched thoughtfully. “I’m not sure.”

You sigh dramatically. “What would you do without me?”

“Die, probably. The Crest has never looked better since you came.”

You grin.

You think he’s smiling back.

-

“Where are your gloves?”

Your eyes fall away from the filter selection and down to your hands. You glance at Mando. “Oh, I must’ve forgotten them when we left.”

Immediately, Mando pulls off a glove and slips it onto your hand. It doesn’t fit right, but it’s warm.

“What are you—?”

“You’re going to get frostbite,” he answers, slipping on the other glove. “Your hands are already freezing.”

“I have pockets. I can just leave my hands in them.”

“You need to be able to hold the starship parts. You like making sure they’re good.”

He noticed? Of course he noticed, you spend forever examining each part to make sure it’s good quality before buying it. You stutter, “But what about you? Aren’t your hands just going to get frostbite too?”

He crosses his arms to cover his hands. “We’ll buy some gloves.”

You grab his hands, looking into the pitch black visor of his helmet. “Can I?” He doesn’t say anything. You place his hands on the back of your neck, hoping to warm them a bit. The cold touch makes you shiver, but you keep them there for a long moment before letting go. “Okay, let’s go.”

It takes a minute for him to respond. He clears his throat. “You—you need to pick out the filter though?”

“I got it.” You grab a pack of filters. “They’re right here.”

After spending a slightly painful amount of credits on the filters (inflation is apparently just as awful on this planet too), you stop by a shop selling winter garments. There’s a table lined with gloves of all colors and sizes. A particular pair catches your eye right away, but then you see the price and wince. That’s a lot of credits. You try to find a cheaper pair, but they all seem to be about the same.

“Get them,” Mando suddenly says. It’s as if he can just tell what you’re thinking. “They’ll last a long time.”

“But they’re expensive,” you mumble. “We could use the credits for other, more important things.”

The Mandalorian picks up the gloves you were looking at and pulls off his from your hands, slipping the new ones on. They’re thicker than regular ones and warm.

“Then it will be a gift. For our first Life Day together.”

Oh right, that is in a few weeks. You’ve forgotten all about Life Day, having been so caught up in your work. But your brain holds onto one particular word: “first”. There will be more? Oh, Maker, you hope so.

It’s been a long time since you’ve received anything for Life Day. The loneliness has seeped into your bones over the years, numbing you from the inside out. This fills you with warmth, and it settles in your chest before spreading to the rest of you. You’re already wondering what to get him. What could a Mandalorian possibly need?

Your smile is much too soft to be for a friend. “Thank you, Mando.”

“You’ve done so much for me. It’s only fair I give you something in return for your skillful work.”

Your smile turns playful. “You pay me to do that, idiot.”

“You can’t be my mechanic if your fingers all fall off.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, gently shoving him with your hand. “I guess you’re right, I do like having all of my fingers intact.”

You pay for the gloves along with a few new jackets (that are fairly priced) and head out. You gasp, holding a hand out. “It’s snowing.”

Sure, the entire planet is covered in a blanket of snow right now, but you haven’t seen it snow in almost a full cycle. You can’t help but stare in awe at the beauty of it. The streets are lined with bright lights and decorations. It’s much more festive here than you’re used to. It’s beautiful.

You turn to see if Mando is looking at the decorations too, but you find his helmet already pointed in your direction. The beskar reflects the colors well, and you can see frost collecting on his armor. You think he’s just as beautiful. Your fingers twitch with the need to hold his hand.

“Are we done now?”

Your trance is broken. “Yeah, yeah.” You nod. “All finished.”

Your cheeks ache on the way back from smiling too hard. You have to pull your scarf over your mouth to prevent your face from freezing that way. You’ve never been so excited for Life Day.

[snickerdoodlles]

typing up character sheets for my minor kinnporsche faves/OCs, and currently i have:

cash

the in-house accountant

yes, he’s aware his name means money. you’re not that funny, and he promises he’s already heard whatever joke you’re about to say

(his mother believed in being very direct and upfront with Fate about her expectations for her son, and unfortunately he’s useless at anything but figures)

became an accountant for the mafia partially so he could threaten people with a gun after one (1) too many jokes about his name

he’s never owned a gun. accountants aren’t allowed to keep guns in the mansion. this is the universe laughing at him for his hubris, he’d like it to stop now please

he makes his debut when kinn goes to order thirty new fish for tankhun (as an apology for his crush being a total walnut). he makes the mistake of crying over how the cost of this purchase is 3x his annual salary, then goes thru the very stressful process of begging kinn not to give him a raise. his life is a fucking trial

vegas’s muder-sex dungeon cleaners/maintainers

there’s two of them. absolutely no one knows their names, just the way they like it

as gross as the clean up is, they prefer that job to stocking. they are utmost professionals on and off the job and don’t judge, but sourcing half this shit is a trial. seriously, bubble gum flavored lube? do people even sell that still? please stop desecrating these top of the line hand wrenches sir, the hardware stores are starting to know them by face. they still haven’t found the right leather sex swing for mr. vegas and they’re running out of stores to shop in, he’s not really expecting them to custom make it, right? right?

the monk

u know which monk

personally i like to think he originally started this whole thing as a con (u know those people that charge money for free parking? like that). some dumb tourist handed him free food and money one day in mistake and he went “o heck, this could be a gig” but then he legitimately became a part of the temple

basically: came for the free food, stayed for the spiritual awakening

ultimate fake it til you make it icon

a much beloved part of the community. he’s especially in demand for baby blessings

maybe a little too quick to pass out those blessed dildos

Kim’s ex-bodyguard

when kim first moved out, there were some...ahem, disagreements between him and korn about how much protection he still needed, and kim took it out on the bodyguards assigned to him

this guy went “hahaha no” after a day of that and quit. except there was a mix up in the paperwork which resulted in him being taken off the guard rosters, but he’s still on the payroll accounts and this guy just...went with it

absolute madlad and world’s ballsiest gambler

the way he sees it, this is still safer than finding true bodyguard employment and he can just ride it out. if kim finds out, there’s an 83% chance he’ll just use this to get rid of more bodyguards. if the payroll accountant finds out, it’s 50/50 on whether the mistake is quietly fixed or made an example of. if chan finds out, 99.8% chance he’ll get a bullet to the head, but at least it’ll be quick

he likes pressing flowers

a select handful of deutsche bank employees who happen to work in a certain set of offices

their contact is cash. he’s been ignoring their calls for years, but when they called to complain about the sex pool shenanigans, he made the mistake of being sympathetic and now he can’t get rid of them

one monday night call: “i have a bullet hole in my office right now and im blaming you” / “we’re not even one of your clients!” / “which is exactly why i can complain to you” / “ugh”

kinn’s cleaning staff

THE TRUE MVPS OF THE SHOW U KNOW IM RIGHT

there’s five of them, each one of them armed with a cleaning weapon tool of choice. i’m still picking out names for them, but vegas would take notes if he ever saw meen and her broom in action

threatens the kitchens any time they try to make a meal with high stain potential. the bodyguards might think they’re hot shit, but they have nothing on these guys. the only fruits kinn’s had in years are bananas and boys and it’s all because of them

are not utmost professionals on and off the job. they have a secret groupchat that’s passcode protected with three kill switches jic where they complain about the kinky shit kinn gets up to. kinn’s tailor has wanted to be a part of it for years, but no outsiders allowed

all of them meet up for coffee at least once a month, but no more than twice

honorary mention to arm, who would be a part of this group if he had less of a role. he’s the most absolute unit of a bodyguard and apparently the only IT guy in the theerapanyakul‘s employ and i love him. chan is the only other one who seems to know how to operate an ipad, but he outsources that kind of thing

[havin-a-wee]

Appointment (Doctor's Orders Part 2)

read part 1 here

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masterlist

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: the filthiest of filth. like im serious this is basically pure smut.

its finally here! im in love with the way this turned out and i hope you guys are too! i got a few requests for this, and im actually really liking these two characters, so lemme know if you want me to make a series out of this!

Y/N's texts are in italics

Harry's texts are in bold

You felt like a kid in a candy store as you skipped out of the building, being welcomed by a setting sun. You weren’t just skipping out of excitement though, it was also because if you walked normally the shaking of your legs would be extremely noticeable. Luckily, when you arrived you had managed to find a parking spot nearby, so it didn’t take you long to make your way to the small black car that you recently purchased for yourself.

A small noise signaled when you unlocked the car, and you slipped into the driver’s seat quickly, shutting the door as you sat down.

You let yourself slouch, your back hitting the leather seat and a heavy exhale pushing through your flared nostrils. Finally, you had a moment to take in the events that just took place, and the excitement and nervousness flowed through your brain. Luckily, there was no regret swirled in with your feelings, although you were sure there wouldn’t be. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation to have your first orgasm, but if this was how Harry would make his way into your life, you couldn’t complain. You closed your eyes and sighed, the post-orgasmic haze you’ve heard so much about finally settling in. In the darkness a smiling face appeared, and you grinned as well at the detailed picture of Harry your mind had concocted.

Suddenly, you sat up with a gasp, gripping the gear shift with your clammy hand. You had just remembered about the small piece of paper sitting in your pocket. The piece of paper with the number of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen written on it. He had told you to text him when he got home, so obviously you had to get home as fast as possible.

Having been driving since you were 16, the motions were second nature, and the only thought you had to put into it was when you were checking to see if there was anyone in the way before you backed out of your parking spot.

Your apartment was only 10 minutes away, and you spent those 10 minutes half paying attention to the road, half thinking about the man that had his fingers inside of you. The thought in itself was causing arousal to pool in your already soiled panties. The expensive lingerie was undoubtedly going to end up in the trash, but you’d rather lose a pair of panties than lose a chance with Harry.

You pulled into your designated spot in the parking garage attached to your apartment building, and ran so quickly to the elevator that you almost tripped on your own feet. Thankfully the silver doors slid open without delay, and you swiftly stepped into the small area. Your manicured finger frantically pushed on the ‘door close’ button. The last thing you needed was someone walking into the elevator with you, seeing your bright red complexion and flushed features. Much to your relief, that didn’t happen, and the elevator lifted you up to the third floor. Objectively, the elevator was incredibly quick. However, in your needy state it felt so slow as if you were riding the shell of a turtle. The loud dinging pulled you back into reality, your mind wandering. You were thinking about what Harry’s hands felt like, and what they would feel like on the parts of your body that he hadn’t gotten to touch.

Yet.

You fumbled with your keys, attempting to grip your phone at the same time. After a bit of struggling, the rigged piece of metal slid into the slot on the doorknob, the door swinging open after you twisted the key. When you tried to remove the key from the lock, it stayed in place, pulling you backwards and almost making you fall.

You smiled at your own clumsiness, not focused enough to allow embarrassment to develop throughout you. Again jiggling the key, it slipped out of the lock and you quickly pushed the door closed using your back. You were left leaning up against the wooden door, flipping your phone screen to face you and sticking your hand in your pocket. You fished around in the small cavity, your fingers locating the small piece of paper that was making you so giddy. You punched the scribbled numbers into your contact app with haste.

Although you wanted to text him more than anything, you reasoned with yourself for a second. Instead of clicking at the keys on your screen, you picked your head up, disconnecting it from the bright touch screen in your hand.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned back to the phone, satisfied with your attempt to calm yourself.

Hi Harry, it’s Y/N.

Instead of immediately going for something sexual, you wanted to start off the conversation normally. Also, there was the fact that you had no idea what he was actually looking for by giving you his number. His response came quicker than you could of ever expected, the typing bubble popping up seconds after the delivered sign appeared underneath your text.

Hi! I’m glad you actually texted me, because honestly I thought you wouldn’t.

Why would you think that? I would have to be pretty shitty to do something like that with you and then ditch.

I promise I don’t think you’re like that, it’s just the whole thing happened it slightly odd circumstances haha

It’s totally okay I get it, but I definitely don’t want that to be the only time something like that happens ;)

You were feeling bold, now sitting on your bed removing the heeled white boots you wore to match your outfit.

I’m glad you feel that way, because I feel the same. Just curious, when exactly would you want to do “something like that” again?

You giggled while reading his text, practically hearing the pauses of shyness that he would take if he said it in person.

As soon as you want to.

I’m sitting in my car right now about to go home, but I could make a pitstop if you asked politely..

Will you please come over and take care of me Daddy?

You cringed as soon as your finger hit the send button. Sexting was definitely not your forte, and in the heat of the moment you had forgotten that you hadn’t indulged in that kink with him the first time.

Who knew you could be so dirty love?

Send me your address. I'll be there asap.

You tapped away at the keys on your phone, sending him your information and you saw that he read it, but didn’t respond, clearly driving to you already.

Your panties were absolutely ruined at this point, and you made the decision to take them off, gliding the lacy white panties down your thighs and calves. When they fell on the floor, you picked your feet up to remove them from the leg holes, leaning over to pick up the panties with your hand. You wanted to show them to Harry, show him how messy he made you.

You clenched your thighs together, your core pulsing like a second heartbeat. A small whine slipped past your lips, and your eyes widened at your own actions. You had never been this aroused or needy in your life, and while these feelings were new, they weren’t scary like a lot of new feelings were for you. It was exciting, and just thinking about Harry rushing over to you because he wanted you so badly was sending fire through your veins. No one had ever wanted you so much, and you have never wanted someone this much. And it’s exhilarating.

After a painfully long time sitting on the edge of your bed anxiously, a loud knock on the door had you standing up in a flash, sauntering over to the door with unnatural speed. Your arousal began to drip down onto your thighs now that you were standing. The slickness between them had them sliding against one another, but the feeling was overshadowed by the rapid beating of your heart. You gripped the doorknob so tightly that your knuckles turned white, twisting your hand and pulling the door open.

“Ello love.”

He stood in the doorway with his hand resting on the top of the doorframe, towering over you. He had that sexy smirk plastered on his face and you ran your eyes up and down his figure, taking in the man before you. He was wearing a black t-shirt, which was loose but tight enough that his pecs were defined in the shirt. He had on a pair of black dress pants which the t-shirt was tucked into. There were tattoos littering his arms, which you hadn’t seen before because of the lab coat he wore during your appointment.

You thought he couldn’t get any hotter than before, but the person in front of you proved you wrong.

“Hi,” you murmured timidly, your boldness from the texting having disappeared. “Come in,” you stepped to the side, opening the door wider so he could step into your apartment. You closed the door, and against your better judgement you turned to the kitchen, trying to find that desperation that had allowed you to throw away all of your anxieties. “Do you want water or something?” You weren’t sure what to say, so you went with the default offer for a drink.

“No.”

You spun around, looking at Harry and tilting your head in confusion.

“I want you.”

He took a long stride forward and placed his large hand on the soft skin of your cheek, leaning in and connecting your lips with his. His lips were as soft as cloud, and you kissed him back with just as much vigor. The kiss was passionate, mixing moans into the drafty air. You sucked his bottom lip and bit down lightly, and a low growl bubbled up from his throat.

Your heart skipped a beat when his tongue swirled around yours. You jumped slightly at the impact of the wall on your back, Harry pushing you into the cold drywall.

Finally pulling away to allow breathing, you and Harry kept your foreheads pressing on each other, leaning some of his weight on you.

“Y’so beautiful darlin, reckon yeh the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

His hot breath hit your face when he breathed, and you were squirming underneath him.

“I could say the same for you,” you huffed out, refusing to break eye contact.

“Thank you baby,” he cooed, placing his veiny hand on your plump cheek and running his thumb across it. The tip of his finger reached your swollen lips, and he pushed his large thumb pass them. You eagerly sucked on the digit, hollowing your cheeks and treating it like you would his cock.

His free hand had found a home on your waist, but he hadn’t moved it since he initiated the kiss, and you were getting frustrated. You reached down and placed your hand atop his, looking up through your eyelashes into his emerald eyes. They’re piercing, and you knew that one stare from him would have any girl on her knees.

The tops of his cold rings touched your fingers when you peeled his hand from its strong grasp and your waist. You were looking at him with innocent doe eyes while you lifted his significantly larger hand and placed it back on your side, but this time at the same level as your breasts. He broke the deep eye contact you were sharing to look down at his hand, slowly shifting it to cup you through your thin tank top.

“M’baby girl is desperate fo me huh?” Harry teased you and you nodded frantically, whimpering in neediness. He pulled his finger from your wet mouth and in a split second he collided his lips with yours once again, but they didn’t remain there for long. He dragged his lips down your jaw, sucking and kissing down your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access, moaning when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

His hand that you had moved was pulling and squeezing at your full breast, eventually rucking your tank top up to pinch at your budding nipple underneath. You had removed your bra when you got home, and a small smirk tugged at your face when he moaned at the realization. A sheen of sweat was glistening on his forehead and you lifted your arms straight in the air, giving him permission to remove your top. He pulled it over your head hastily, only breaking the kiss for a moment when the fabric covered your face. You didn’t see what he did with the top, your focus diverted to the feeling of his lower torso. You had removed the hem of his shirt from underneath his pants, only leaving the back part tucked because you couldn’t reach it.

You splayed your hands over his hardened abs, and he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer in response. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, leaving hickey after hickey on the silky skin. He nipped and licked at your skin as if you were a popsicle, sweet and refreshing.

“Daddy, please -- off!” Your moans cut off your words, rendering you unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Y’want me to take my shirt off baby? Such a naughty little minx y’are.”

Despite his teasing, he pulled away from you to grab the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off in one fell swoop.

You barely had time to take in the tattoos on his chest, only being able to identify a large butterfly right in the middle before he looped his arms around your waist. “Jump.” His command was quiet, but you heard it perfectly clear.

You bent your knees and jumped up, his arms following your motions. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his bare torso. You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck and sinking your face into his soft brown curls. His hair smelled of expensive shampoo, and you indulged in the sweet scent. “Behind you,” you whispered, directing him to your bedroom.

Without a second of hesitation, he turned around and carried you to the bedroom. You took it upon yourself to place sloppy kisses on his neck, giving him the same hickeys he had given you.

You giggled when he bent over the bed, dropping you from about an inch off the red comforter covering your bed.

“Don’t know why y’laughin’ pet, cause m’about to fuck yeh till yeh can’t walk.” You gasped when the dirty words registered in your head, and he sported a shit-eating grin on his face. His hands grasped your thighs and he ran them up and down, getting dangerously close to your core. You were writhing under his grasp, pleas for him to do something tumbling out of your mouth. “Patience baby.” He didn’t look up at you when he spoke, instead hiking your skirt up to get a look at your sopping cunt. “Look at you, s’wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“All for you, only for you Daddy.” Your words were wailed, every muscle in your body aching for a release. He traced his warm fingers along the crease of your thigh, right next to the place you needed him most.

“Gonna let me have a taste baby? Wanna taste yeh so bad.” He finally looked back up at you, but only for a second before his eyes connected with your glistening pussy again.

“N-no.”

Although you greatly wanted him to put his mouth on you, there was one thing you were craving more.

“No?” His demeanor changed immediately, removing his hands from your body and sitting on his knees between your calves. He removed every source of physical contact you were sharing, and you realized that he took your words in a way you hadn’t intended.

“Still want you Daddy, just want something else.” The second part of your sentence was murmured, and you turned your head to face away from him out of embarrassment. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see him raise an eyebrow, placing his hands by your shoulders and returning to his place hovering above you.

“Look at me little girl. Y’sure yeh don’t want me to taste yeh?”

You followed his command after a beat, looking at his disheveled state.

“What do yeh want baby? M’feelin generous today.” He was speaking in pants, his curls sticking to the perspiration-slick surface of his forehead.

“Wanna taste you Daddy. Please lemme-”

You reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he caught your hand before you could.

“Thas’ what this is all about? Such a slut f’me that you’d rather taste me then lemme taste you?” His hand moved to caress your cheek, running his finger across your saliva coated lip.

“Yes, wanna suck you off so bad Daddy.” You pushed out your lip forming an adorable pout, giving him your best puppy eyes and making sure he saw the tears of desperation welling in your lust blown eyes.

“Alright, alright, how do yeh wanna do it baby?” Instead of responding, you grasped the back of his firm thighs, pulling him up towards your face. He got the hint, shifting his knees to sit by your chest. You were now face to face with his very prominent bulge, and your mouth watered at the sight. Even though you wanted to unbuckle his belt yourself, he did it for you, allowing his rock hard erection to spring free after rolling down his boxers.

He stroked himself a few times, and you lifted your head to try and get him in your mouth. He pushed your shoulder down, and made it clear that he wanted to be in control. Finally, after much anticipation he placed his cock on the tip of your tongue, which you had stuck out for him to do exactly that.

You accepted it eagerly, sucking harshing on the tip of his cock. He moaned lowly, tilting his head backwards in ecstasy. You ran your tongue along his sensitive slit, reveling in the filthy noises and expletives that spilled out of his sweet pink lips.

Once you were satisfied with your teasing, you took him in your mouth about halfway, stopping before you gagged. Your hand made its way to the base of his thick shaft, pumping the part of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his cock, your tongue twisting and twirling around his member. You made sure to pay extra attention to his tip, giving it kitten licks when you needed to take a breather. Each time you took him back in your mouth, you pushed yourself further down, this time gagging after pushing him all the way down your throat. He stopped his groans of pleasure to look down at you, and he swore he could cum from just seeing you under him with smeared mascara and teary eyes. “Y’ok baby?” You nodded with him still in your mouth. You stilled for a moment, trying to think of a way to tell him that you wanted him to fuck your mouth. His hand was holding your hair out of your face as a makeshift hair tie, and you decided to tap on the wrist of that hand to give him permission. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows, a silent gesture to assure you were okay with it. You nodded, his cock moving up and down with your head. He didn’t need any more instructions, pushing your head down on his shaft instantly.

You choked and gagged as he took control, moving your head up and down his thick cock. “Doin’ so well f’me baby, taking m’cock like a good little slut.” His purrs of approval were raspy, moan and gasps chopping his sentence up. Periodically, he pulled you off of him, allowing you to catch your breath before plunging back down on his member again.

The sudden pulsing of his cock inside your mouth was a wordless praise, and you were incredibly proud that you were able to bring him to his orgasm as quickly as you did.

He pulled you off of him again, and you heaved a few times as you filled your lungs back up with oxygen. But unlike before, he didn’t bring you back onto his cock, even pulling you back when you attempted to put him back in your mouth yourself. You cried out when he repositioned himself between your legs, back in the place he was when you were first on the bed.

All you wanted to do was finish him off, but he wouldn’t let you for a reason that was unknown to you.

“Daddy!” You were about to beg and whine to finish him off but his index finger on your lips kept you from your begging.

“As much as I’d love t’watch yeh swallow m’cum, I need t’feel this gorgeous cunt of yours.”

You quivered when the bands of his icy cold rings gripped the warm, supple flesh of your inner thighs. They dug into your skin, sending a pleasurable tingling sensation throughout your body, landing in your core.

If you were horny before, there wasn’t even a word to describe how utterly turned on you were now.

Your skirt was already hiked up from before, but Harry wanted it off fully. He ran his fingers across the waistband, finally finding the zipper and unzipping it faster than you could blink. “Bloody hell baby,” he grunted, taking a moment to admire your fully naked body squirming under him, begging for him to touch you. He wished he had a camera to capture you in this state, only thinking about one thing, him.

He stood up, his feet barely hitting the floor before he yanked his pants and boxers off. He was huge, and you stared at his prick in awe, even though you’ve been looking at it. His size was truly difficult to take in, because usually a big cock is either long or thick, not both. But Harry was both and some, and you were convinced that you would be content sucking on it for the rest of your life.

Distracted by your own dirty thoughts, you weren’t paying attention to what Harry was doing, only being shocked out of your haze when he ran two of his fingers across your sticky folds. He pulled his fingers away as your body jolted, surprised by the sudden contact. Strings of your arousal connected your cunt to his fingers, and he cursed under his breath. His fingers were covered in your juices and he stuck the digits in his mouth, sucking happily when he finally got to taste your sweet, sweet nectar.

He hummed constantly when he took the fingers out of his mouth. “Taste even sweeter than I imagined, baby. Could eat y’up all day long.”

You mewled and kicked your legs, tired of all of the teasing. “Daddy... just want you inside me!” He hushed you and reassured you that he would take care of you, leaning over your body and positioning himself on top of you. He lined himself up with you, his tip bumping your puffy clit. You whimpered and Harry took the message, finally pushing his rock hard cock into your soaking wet core.

“Fuck -- Daddy you’re s-so big,” you whined. He tilted forward, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

It took a minute for him to bottom out, Harry pushing in slowly to minimize the sting. There was a bit of pain as your body conformed to fit him inside of your tight little hole.

“Fuck baby, y’so fucking tight, might come just from this.” He had a silly smile on his face, but you both knew there was no joke laced between his words. He latched his darkened lips on an indent by your collar bone, nipping and licking on the skin while he waited for the approval to move.

“Move. Please move.”

The first thrust was hard and fast, he pulled almost fully out of you and then slammed him hips back up into you.

“Shit!”

Just like when you had him in your mouth, you could feel the thick veins running along his sizable shaft. He repeated the same type of movement for the next few thrusts, pounding into you and drawing back out over and over.

“So,” “Fuckin,” “Beautiful,”

Each of his words preceded a snapping of his hips, slamming into you particularly hard after calling you beautiful.

“Feels- feels so good, so good Daddy.” You were sobbing with pleasure. His thick cock filled you up so good it was like he was made for you.

“Didn’t even think it was possible f’someone t’be this tight baby. You’re takin’ meh so well sweet girl, so so well.” He found a rhythm, snapping his hips into yours, your velvety walls engulfing his cock perfectly. Watching himself disappear inside your tight hole egged Harry on even more, as well as the noises that your juices made when he rammed himself inside your pretty little cunt. His thumb was pressed against your clit, circling the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure was coursing through your veins, the firey burning feeling better than anything you had ever felt before.

Your hands were spread across his back, nails digging crescent shaped divots into the skin. Each time your fingers dug into the expanse of his back he growled, so you did it after each thrust. His lips were everywhere, kissing and licking all of the exposed skin that he could reach.

“Daddy..”

He took your pebbled nibble into his mouth, unable to resist after watching your tits bounce when he pushed himself in and out of you.

“So good baby, s’like y’were made fo me,” he cooed, your reply dying in your throat when he pressed his lips to yours.

You bit each other’s lips and swirled tongues like you had done at the beginning of the night. After a minute of rough kisses, he pulled away, and you both gasped for air. You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppier, and his cock twitched inside of you like it had when you took him in your mouth.

“Was made for you, just you.”

“Thas’ my good girl.”

His hand instinctively reached for your throat, and you watched his cheek heat up when he realized what he had done. But you grabbed his hand and placed it back on your throat. “Please,” you croaked out, desperate for him to choke you and make you see stars.

He smirked and obliged, pressing on the sides of your throat but avoiding your windpipe. Euphoria overtook your body at the new found sensation and the knot that had formed in your stomach was threatening to come loose. The tightness in your stomach translated to your center, and you clenched tightly around Harry.

“Y’gonna come? Can feel y’squeezin me love, lets come together yeah?” You gave him a tiny nod of agreement, too weak from your impending orgasm to give him a better response. “Let go f’me baby.”

The knot in your stomach uncoiled rapidly, bursting inside of you and sending shudders throughout every inch of your body. Seconds later Harry released inside of you, his hot ropes of cum painting your walls. Your eyesight got blurry and white spots clouded your vision as Harry worked you both through your climaxes. You thought the orgasm he gave you at your appointment was strong, but this one sent you to another plane of reality.

His movements slowed and he removed his thumb from your swollen button, which you were thankful for due to your hypersensitivity.

When you finally came back to reality, Harry was above you, pulling himself out of you. You placed your hand on his cheek, diverting his green eyes to look at yours. “Stay in, please?” He simply nodded, pushing back into you fully. He was already hardening again, but who could blame him? Your face alone was enough to get him rock hard and leaking precome.

He rolled you two to your sides, cuddling into each other’s bare chests. You shared no more words, both of you drifting off to a blissful sleep within minutes. But you didn’t need to ask him to know that this was the first time you slept together, but most definitely not the last.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Welcome To The Pack: Sing My Song

Part Two

Summary- 7.5k Steve Rogers x You. Having you back makes the Alpha very happy, and has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Which you don’t have any issues with that. Shuri continues her work with you, and making progress everyday, enough so Steve hopes to take you on a run through Wakanda. Bucky and his team are drawing in on Brock, but will they be able to take out the ex Alpha and his bitch for good? Warnings- Smut and Violence. Divider made by @firefly-graphics​

A/N- Im breaking this into 2 parts. Its long and I feel like its just a lot to handle all to once. So next chapter will be posted soon. As always, Thank you for sticking with me and The Pack, I hope you all enjoy. As always feedback and your thoughts are encouraged, I’m always open to hearing what you all think and would like to see for them in the future. Happy Reading 🐺❤️

Part One / Chapter 8 / Masterlist

Brock did nothing to fight back or defend himself. His eyes glittered malicious at Bucky, baring his teeth at Bucky. 

“Cassandra really had NO idea what you were. You were just such a good fuck and easy listener Barnes. You should have heard her screams when we showed her what you were, what we were.” Brock taunted, making Bucky recoil slightly hearing him.

Brock's taunts gave Alanna enough time to shift out of Bucky’s sight, for her to slink around the room and low to the ground and start to approach the White Wolf from behind. In Bucky’s mind the White Wolf paced, wanting to rip out Brock’s throat, lap at the hot spurts of blood that would spray. But then he noticed the silence, his ears flicking around but he heard nothing. 

<Where's the bitch?> the White Wolf snarled out.

 Bucky started to turn enough to see a rush of tawny fur leaping at him, and he spun to kick out, catching the Wolf in the ribs and sending her flying back. But it was enough for Brock to knock the blade from Bucky’s hand, and push him back to get out of the corner. He was hitting Bucky in enough different places that it was leaving Bucky too disoriented and a collar got shoved around his neck from behind. Bucky heaved his shoulders to dislodge whoever had come up from behind, and he sent Wanda sprawling against the floor. 

Brock was quick to back off once that collar went on him, barking out at Wanda who was just getting up to go for Bucky once more. “GIve it a rest, witch. We got him now.” Wanda subdued herself once more, that vacant look melding into something new, something controlled. 

“Wanda, you can fight this.” Bucky's hands went up to the collar tight around his neck, growling in anger and frustration, but doing his best to keep it together. Brock gave an amused laugh as Wanda continued to ignore Bucky. 

Alanna whined as she moved to a stand and shook herself out, not too injured from being kicked and started to shift back and get dressed once more. From the stairs, Pietro sent Clint tumbling down to land in a pile at the landing, unconscious now from whatever the twins had done to him upstairs. Bucky's fingers curled around the collar, trying to figure out how to get this particular one off. It wasn't metal like the one Pierce had used on him, no secret button to press. This was supple leather, molding around his neck like it was a part of him, thin, almost unnoticeable. He tried wrenching the leather against his neck to make it snap , but the leather never gave, and neither did the clasp holding it in place. 

“Don't even bother Barnes. That isn't like Pierce's contraptions. These are the real deal, you are ours now Bucky. You and your friends too. Teper' tvoya moya sobaka.” Your our dog now

“What the-” the man clammed up, Bucky and the White Wolf being pulled out of control of his body, and his eyes snapped from their usual friendly blues into cold steel. 

“Ahh, that's better.” Rumlow circled Bucky, leaning in close. “You will no longer answer to Steve Rogers, although I’m not sure why you ever did. You had the power to take the Pack from him. You now listen to me, Soldat.” Bucky stiffened more, and he too fell into the spell that the rest had. 

After Natasha left with Stark's Jet, Steve was able to borrow a jeep and took you out for the rest of the morning into one of the nearby markets. Once he parked the jeep, the two of you started down an open market lane. You and Steve were sure to pause and admire the carts of bright beautiful items Wakandians made for sale. Steve watched how you would pick up little trinkets made of the Beli wood and would sit the little trinkets to balance on your palm. Steve noticed you favored the animal shapes, little tree frog mid croak, then an elephant with its trunk curled over its head, one of a sitting  hyena pair, and a parrot that had spread wings like in flight. But the one you kept picking up was a little panther one that matched the cliff face carving that could be seen from the balcony of the room you shared. Curling your finger along its back before you set it down, you hummed happily as you wandered to the next merchants stall. Steve though stalled, watching you pick up a couple of scarfs, their colors vivid as you twisted to hold them up to the sunlight, the color seeming to meld on your face, lighting your eyes a whole new color. 

When you had stepped away, Steve picked up the small carved Panther, and subtly paid for it. Once it was handed back to him, he slipped it in his slacks out of sight when you came back to him, holding up a few scarfs. “I think I'm going to get these for Wanda, Sara and Natasha.” 

“They would like them, but what about one for you?” He asked, his hand moving to rest in the small of your back while you both went back into the stall to look.

You glanced at the colors, and then there was one that reminded you of your Alphas eyes that happened to catch your sight. It was a streak of blue and yellow and you picked it up to add to the arrangement you made. Handing it to the merchants owner, you gave a shy thank you. Steve wrapped an arm around you as the two of you continued down, and Steve happened to pause at another booth, overlooking some blades that had a unique sheen to them. As soon as Steve touched one, he was intrigued. The weight felt like it was made just for him, and he let his thumb trail barely along the edge of them. He was surprised with the immediate red beads of blood following along the barely there cut. “What are these made of?” 

“Vibranium sir. Each blade will fit to its owner's needs. The weight will change, absorb energy, be lethal to any target. These blades will never grow dull with use. I wouldn't normally sell these to any visitors, but guests of the Kings, feel free to choose from what I have to offer.” His hand swept over the collection, and you were fascinated watching Steve go through them. He obviously had a few people in mind as he set more aside to purchase, right along with several lethal looking arrowheads. 

The rest of the morning the two of you shared bites of food from samples offered, you would laugh at the occasional face Steve would make when he didn't care for the taste of something. Dropping his head to nip at your lips and growl against them that he prefers the taste of you instead. You glanced up at him and leaned up to your tiptoes, biting gentle on his jawline, before flowing to his ear. 

“I plan on finding out soon if you taste as good as you look.” 

Cerulean eyes widened as you sauntered away to where music was playing, your hips swaying back and forth, and joining in with others enjoying the music. 

<She got you that time.> The Alpha had a smirk to his tone, huffing with amusement at Steve's still shocked look. 

She gets me all the time, this time isn't anything new. 

When he finally reached where you were wandering while listening to the music, and engaged in several conversations with the Wakanda merchants. Steves wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to your neck first. You arched your neck just a bit for him,  and he let his mouth linger against your temple, whispering just to you. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked as you watched some people weaving baskets nearby. The Wolf in him sighed in content when you nodded, and slid a hand under his shirt, pressing your hand against his back for the contact. “Yes, Alpha.” 

“We should probably get back, you still have a session with Shuri.” He didn't want to, but a glance at the time on the phone showed it was near noon and he wanted to eat lunch in the room before you two headed down for what he was hoping would be the final session for you with the Panther. You gave a soft nod, and he weaved his hand with yours, leading you back to the car. 

Driving back, it was a quick trip up to the room. The kitchen had already brought up a spread of crackers, fruit, cheese and some meats. In the heat the two of you shed your clothes, opting for something lighter and more airy before moving the tray out to the balcony, still in the shade, but able to enjoy the expansive view before you two. Pouring glasses of water, that Steve was sure to hand one to you while you leaned against the railing, looking over the view. 

“One day I would love to come back, if T’Challa would have us. Really explore.” There was so much they haven't seen, not with how tired you have been after your sessions with Shuri. 

“I'm sure we can Little One.” Steve rumbled, his sensitive to the light eyes squinting against the bright light. You nuzzled under his chin, and pulled him back into the shade to relieve him. Steve broke into a grin as he sat down, and wrapped an arm around your hip, pulling you into his lap. 

“With proper sunglasses next time, I promise.” He nipped at your shoulder affectionately, and you nodded, reaching forward for a piece of fruit, popping it between your teeth and chewing with a snort. 

“And all sorts of sunscreen. You burned a bit from that walk in the market this morning. There might be some aloe vera in the bathroom I can put on that for you.” Your fingers slide very gently along the back of his neck, where it has turned slightly red. Steve lifted his hand to feel the back of his neck, and sure enough there was a touch of heat.  

“Be gone in a couple days.” He assured you as he nipped against your jawline, rubbing a hand along your hip to steady you as you leaned for another piece of fruit from the bowl. Reaching for a piece of pineapple, you straightened and pressed it against his lips, so he would take it. 

“You know what they say about the pineapple, don't you?” You teased as you nibbled on a piece of cold cheese, smirking slightly. 

Steve's eyes shifted to yours, and you could see how your teasing was making them shine a bit more, as he tried to keep his voice as innocent as possible. 

Which really wasnt alot. 

“Oh something about tasting better?” He growled as his lips pressed to yours, pulling slightly on your lips before pulling away. You grinned when he did and nodded. 

“Mmhm, not sure what exactly? Maybe I will just have to take my time exploring to find out.” 

“You do that Little One.” He growled, even the Wolf started snickering at how the two of you were teasing one another. 

You nibbled your way along his bottom lip, the short hairs of his beard tickling you. A press of your tongue on the seam of his mouth asked for entrance, and when Steve opened to you, you were able to lap at the roof of his mouth, his own movements mimicking yours in that moment. You started humming at the sweetness the taste of fresh fruit left, his own tongue pressed against yours more demanding, wanting more of you. 

Hands started to match one another, yours cupped his face, and his braced against your back to arch you in closer to him. Sliding down his neck and to his chest, you started to tug at his shirt to lift in, needing to feel the spanse of his chest under your palms. All that power is just sitting there in your control. It was a head rush for you to know that the Alpha would do anything to keep you happy, and happily the favor was returned. Even though giving the bite scared you, if Steve really asked for it, you would allow him to mark you wherever he wanted his mark. 

Your fingers are curling against hard pecs, and burying in the dusting of hair, Steve’s grasped the curve of your waist and lifted you enough to straddle his lap, wanting you as close to him as possible . There was a growl against your mouth and Steve pulled away to place deep sucking marks against your neck. Your hips started shifting like they had a life of their own, grinding yourself against him for that friction his hard erection gave while straining to bury into your heat.

Steve craved the skin to skin contact, and his hands released you enough to reach over his shoulders to grasp his shirt and roughly pull it off. Yours too was in the way, grasping at the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head to drop it on the floor nearby. He marveled for a moment at the sight of you, and dropped his head to kiss the swells of the tops of your breasts in that similar way he was kissing on your neck earlier, your fingers clutched at him and a sigh escaped you at the coil he was building in your core. Fuck if he didnt have a hold on you, letting your body just lean into his hands, one pressing against the small of your back to hold you still while he removed your bra. Letting it fall to the ground, he nuzzled and kissed your breasts, bringing a nipple to his mouth, the hot lashing of his tongue, and pleased rumbled vibrating from his mouth through you to make you clench at the sensation. Your head fell back and lips parted to inhale deeply, sinking into the sensations of his hot lips and wet tongue teasing you while the brush of his beard brought its own tingling sensation. 

“You feel so good Alpha.” he heard you pant, and Steve bit down slightly before sucking you back into his mouth, his fingertips rolling over your other nipple before tugging it a bit, rolling and taunting till he could get his heated mouth over to draw you in, tease you till you were wriggling in his lap. He moaned again at the sweet taste of you. 

It was during all this his Wolf chose this moment to start calling your song, deep howls almost distracting him, you felt that bit of untamed wilderness in him when his body clenched, muscles tightening and rippling. 

Another roll of your hip ground you into his now aching, throbbing erection, and you pulled your hands away to work his pants open, reaching to take his cock out of the confines, and stroke him, palm him, run your fingertip over the head leaking precum. Steve growled and pressed his face into the softness of your breasts, before going back to kissing them, going back up your chest to find your mouth, growling against your panting mouth. “Get those shorts off.” 

There was no more thinking, or sense of you having to be anywhere in a certain amount of time as you scrambled off and started to tug the fabrics of your shorts and panties down, watching while Steve arched his hips to get more of his own pants down to give you room. It wasn't long till he was pulling you back to him, this time your knees found purchase in his chair and you reached between the two of you to press him against your aching entrance. Crying out as you started to bring yourself down over him. You knew that satisfied cry had to echo from your balcony, but you were beyond caring. 

A hunger for your Alpha over took you, and he was just as impatient as you because he lifted his hips to finish bringing you two together. 

“Fuck Y/N” his head dropped to bury back into your breasts, muffling the sounds of his groans as you flexed and clasped around him, whimpering yourself at how thick he felt at this angle, like it would split you to have him like this. But you were slick with need, and while he was still processing the intense feeling washing over him, being seated in you, and the damn Wolf howling over and over, you made the first move. Grasping his shoulders for leverage and arching up just enough to drag him through you, enough to sink back on him in a slow testing manner. “You're so damn tight.” Steve groaned against your skin. 

Riding Steve, you slid one arm around his neck, cradling against him. Your body knew what it wanted, and you let yourself go while he growled against you. He was back to kissing and nipping his marks into your skin while rocking his cock into your thrusts, meeting you with his own need to be inside of you, to feel you clenching him. “Just like that Little One, you are such a good girl to me.”  Your slick started to soak into his pants, the fabric friction burning against your thighs and cunt, but you wanted it and pressed a bit harder each time for that friction. 

Steve's hand flexed against the small of your back, dragging up to fist in your hair, wrapping it around his hand till he was able to pull your head back, swarmed with the desire to sink teeth into your neck and take you officially as his mate. You gasped when you felt the tug of hand dragging your head back, and he took over your movements.  His hand curled against your hip pulled you harder on his cock, scenting your neck and lapping over the pulse. You knew what he wanted, you could feel it with every angled thrust aiming to take you apart around him. 

He wanted to claim you as his, and you didn't want him to, not until your Little Wolf had returned. 

You whined out softly. “Not yet Alpha.” 

And that was enough, both Steve and the Wolf changed focus, turning soft nips into kisses, releasing your hair to dig fingers against your waist, and burying himself deeper, hitting that spot every time, and grinding your clit against him each time he filled you. It was enough to make your lower belly clench and your cunt flex and flutter around him. 

“Not until you're ready.” Steve promised as he claimed your mouth again, hissing against it. “Cum for me Little One, let me see you come apart.” 

Driving himself once more, snapping his hips up to bring you closer, a finger slipped between your bodies and pressing, rolling hard over your bundle of nerves to finish you. “Give it to me, your Alpha wants it.” he growled against your lips, sliding his tongue to fill yours, stroking and lapping at you till you started to squeeze him. Crying his name against the kiss, and eyes fluttering up to lose yourself in feeling anything but bliss. Steve gathered you close as his final thrusts sent him over the edge. He finished with the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly and milking him. It was just that much more incentive to brim you full with his cum. His balls tightened before his release and a burn in his belly snapped to crash you onto him, pumping himself deeper so you couldn’t forget that flood of warmth enveloping you. Whenever his knot would loosen and he could pull from you, there he would be dripping down your thighs, making him bury his head in against your shoulder with a groan, just thinking about it. Fuck how he loved that. Himself all over you, inside you. Everyone would be able to tell you were his. 

You felt Steve drift off in his own pleasure, his face buried in your shoulder and your nose traced his neck. You inhaled against his neck as his chest rose and fell against yours and you could feel his heart thumping wildly. Your fingers massaged against his upper back, and you leaned into Steve's chest humming softly in pleasure. 

“Thank you Steve.” brushing fingers through his hair, and you could feel him stir underneath you, lifting his head to press his lips against your temple, and leaning his forehead against yours with eyes still closed. 

“I promised you when you first found me that I wouldn't make you do anything you weren't ready for.” 

His hands stroked your back, and each scar his fingers slid over were no longer bringing memories of a time you fought to forget, but now they were now moments of touches and whispers in moments like these. Where both of you were coming back from the rush of being together. You arched into his touch and his hand flattened against the small of your back, pressing you into him harder, closing any space that might have been left between you two.  

The Wolf in Steve stirred, pushing once more to a stand and shaking out his fur after a few moments. His head cocked and ears perked as he was listening to something. Steve fully ignored him for now, still enjoying the post love making he just had with you.  

<She’s closer then before.> The Wolf's ears perked, picking up traces of your Little Wolf. The Wolf rumbled in anticipation of her arrival, and it passed through Steve and into you, making you press in closer against him. 

Call for her. 

The Alpha paced back and forth, listening for the Little Wolf till his head fell back and called your song once more. Steve hummed it himself while pressing his lips against your shoulder and in the hollow of your neck, lacing it in your skin and while you were relaxing from still coming down from your orgasm. 

You felt her, it was so subtle, a brush in your mind that you thought it would be nothing more then a glimpse once more. This time though it felt familiar as your own inner thoughts were, like before you were left all alone in your mind. First it was her soft sigh of content, like coming home after being away so long. Then the Little Wolf came from the very depths of your mind, each padding footfall bringing her closer to the front of your consciousness. 

Little Wolf, please tell me your back. 

She leaped into your mind with a graceful prance as she tilted her head back in the manner the Alpha had when Steve told him to call for her. She answered him with one of her own. 

<As if you could honestly could get rid of me.> She brushed up against your mind, feelings of warmth and affection radiating, and you straightened up suddenly in Steve’s hold. 

“Steve, she's back! She’s back, It worked!” You cried out, grasping his face and overwhelmed with emotion, you poured all what you were feeling into a kiss. Momentarily surprised, Steve was quick to tilt into it, inhaling your joy, relief and passion. When you pulled away, he grasped your own face, covering it in his own brush of his lips, a wide grin on his face. 

“I knew you could bring her back Little One, it was a matter of time.” He praised and you lifted your hands to cover his own, weaving fingers through his. 

“Not without Shuri, T’Challa, Natasha… You. I felt your Wolf, You.” You didn't know how to explain it, that connection you felt with him was what kept your Little Wolf searching for her way back. Steve’s brows lifted, searching your expression a moment, and let the corner of his mouth lift in a quirk of a smile. 

“Don't sell yourself short Little One.” He nudged his nose against yours gently and wiggled his brows. “Think we should go tell Shuri that you won't be needing her work on you anymore?” 

You bit your lip excitedly and nodded, in which he grasped your waist and was careful to help you pull off him and to a stand, moaning as he looked you up and down. “You also need to get dressed again. As well as drink some water.” 

You already were downing the glass on the table, giving him a snort as you set it down. The Little Wolf huffing in laughter at the Alphas bossiness. 

“You to Alpha, I wasn't the only one huffing and puffing earlier.” You poured him another glass and handed it to him before passing him to go get dressed, looking over your shoulder. “Are you going to let me keep these clothes on?” 

Steve drained the glass himself and worked on zipping his pants back up, following you inside, while leaning against the frame of the opening to the balcony. 

“Depends, The Big Bad Wolf is still hungry.” he smirked as you pulled a shirt over your head, wide eyed as you head poked through. 

“Steve Rogers, you really are an animal!” You huffed out happily. When Steve approached you, your hand smoothed against his chest and his arm came around you protectively. 

“I've never denied it, have I?” Biting your shoulder softly in play before he let you go, you both finished getting dressed and left the room to head down to Shuris lab. When they arrived, the woman had everything set up and Steve gave your shoulder a light squeeze of encouragement. 

“So I'm really hoping today Y/N that your wolf comes back with a bang.” Shuri said almost distracted, tapping on the tablet she was using. 

<Ha! I did come in after a bang!> The Little Wolf grinned with a swipe of her tongue around her muzzle. 

I think you planned it like that. 

<Maybe I did. I see now that I’m back you're not so shy around the Alpha. Straddling him while on a balcony in the middle of the day. Almost like… your back in heat.> She snickered. 

Shut up. You know I'm not. It was a lot quieter when you were MIA.

The Little Wolf huffed in laughter, settling down to let you focus. 

I’m actually so fucking happy your back. You confessed to her and the Little Wolf whined in agreement, happiness radiating through you. 

“Actually, she did. She came back just a little while ago. You did it Shuri. She's back.” 

Shuri gave an excited squeal, Steve momentarily tightening his arm around you in surprise before letting you go to meet the Princess. 

“I knew she would be back.” Raising her hand and you gave her a high five once you realized what she wanted. “Just a bit of some rewiring and bam. Good as new. You don't mind if I take a sneaky peek?” 

You shook your head no, and willingly got on the table, letting her pull up an image of the inside of your mind. Steve watched from nearby, admiring the way little sparks were doubled what they were before, an obvious sign that your Little Wolf was active. 

He did have a couple questions though. “Was it just the work you've been doing to bring her back.” Hoping for an answer that would prove to you that you called her back. 

“Some of it, but I genuinely believe that with time Y/N would have fixed this on her own. Just taken some time. I can't say for sure, as overuse of the herb isn't common. Honestly, I think once she felt at ease again, happy and content, safe. It was enough to bring the wolf back.” Shuri recorded images and took your hand to help you back up. Making you ponder on what she had said, glancing at Steve. 

Steve looked rather proud of you, and piped up once more. “Last question. She's back right, for good? No in and out disappearing on Y/N anymore?” 

You gave a stretch as you stood, curious now to Shuri’s answer, who prominently shook her head. “She's back where she wants to be. All those little electric waves, ones of content. She won't be disappearing again unless someone shoots you with a dose like that again.” 

“Yeah, that will not be happening. Fuck that time was more then enough for me.” You tuck back into Steve’s side, shaking your head firmly and the Little Wolf mimicked the action. 

Steve growled as well. “I'm seconding that, I’m bringing Y/N home, might never leave Pack Lands again.” 

Shuri laughed, folding her arms. “Right, just like T’Challa thinks I’m never leaving.” 

“Ha, you arent. I need my number one scientist here doing her work.” T’Challa strode in, nodding to the Wolves before arching a brow in surprise. “Starting late today?” 

“Actually Brother, we’ve done it. Y/N Wolf is back and just as strong as ever.” 

The King's expression widened, and he turned towards the two of them. 

“That is fantastic news Y/N!” Taking your hand, he enclosed it in both of his before lifting your knuckles to brush his lips against them. “I suppose I should set you both up for transportation home?” 

Steve looked down at you as he spoke. “Tomorrow morning perhaps? If Y/N is up for it, I would like to take her out for a run, if your offer still stands?” 

T’Challa nodded with a smile. “Of course Alpha, I wish it was a full moon but you two can go anywhere within’ Wakandas borders.” 

You couldn't help but feel excitement at the idea of a night run with Steve through Wakanda. 

Resting the remainder of that day in your rooms, You and Steve were lazy lovers passing the time, mostly talking about how good it would be to be home, as well as how you both wanted to stay a bit longer. A light dinner, and then when night started to fall, you both made your way down to the palace entrance to find T’Challa and Shuri waiting, offering to show you two around a bit. Steve’s hand rubbed against your back, kissing your shoulder while whispering. “Are you up for this Little One?” 

“More than you know Steve.” You stated while stepping away from Steve, shedding your clothing. The Alpha kept you blocked from anyone else while doing the same motions, and it was rather quick you had shifted into your Little Wolf, shaking your fur out and twisting to meet up with the Alpha, which he twined around you as well in greeting. His muzzle pressing against your ruff, and long swipes of a pink tongue cleaned your face, your ears, dragging down your neck while you nibbled back in his fur, rubbing against him momentarily. It was a joyful reunion for the Wolves as well as you and both of you started to play with one another until the two Panthers joined you with graceful fluid like bounds. They gave loud purrs as the two felines head butted each other and bright yellow eyes turned to the Wolves, flicking the tips of their tails, and rolling forward in the fluid way only cats can achieve. They ended up disappearing down the trail leading away from the palace, and the jungle started to come to life with the sound of monkeys giving out warning shrieks that the panthers were back in their domain. 

Your ears were perked after them, and you pushed to leap forward, Steve following right behind as you ducked into the heavy jungle foliage. 

Leaves slapped at the Alpha, making him growl and snap at the heavy foliage, missing the northern pine forests of home. But it started to thin, and he caught up to you as you slowed down, your head swiveling back and forth, inhaling for the panthers. Steve brushed up alongside of you, lifting his muzzle to locate the Panthers, when he caught sight of shadows moving in the jungle canopy. A loud roar made you tilt up as well, ear perked as the smaller of the two started dropping down till she came sailing through the air and landing lightly, she pawed gently at You, enticing you into a playful chase. You immediately sprinted for Steve’s side, and he settled in. Steve watched his Little Wolf and the Panther chase one another around vine covered trees and dart under giant leaves dripping water. First You would be on Shuris side, nipping at her shoulder when she would spin nimbly and tackle you till you raced with a quick burst, outpacing the Panther, back and forth you two twisted and turned to get away from the other. 

T’Challa jumped down alongside Steve, kneading the ground before sinking down, flicking his tail back and forth, watching as well. The Alphas head moved back and forth, never breaking eye contact, and when the two of you faced off, you growled and Shuri roared back at you, testing each other.

It alarmed the Alpha, who moved to get up, and T’Challa beat him to it, giving his own sharp roar calling his sister back when he sensed the Alpha next to him getting uneasy. Shuri snarled back at him, headbutting You in a goodbye before leaping back up into the canopy. The King bowed his head to the Alpha before joining his sister. Leaving the two of you alone. 

You sensed your Alphas unease at the moment, and you padded up to him, brushing up under his chin and nibbling at him to settle him back down. But he nudged at you, pushing you down the path you two had been exploring earlier, ready to keep you two moving. You both fell in an easy stride together this time as the jungle floor opened up, mossy and green. Everything seemed to cool off under the canopy, both the wolves comfortable. Little animals scattered, insects buzzing around with bright colors, that were a constant interest to you as you would snap at them and send them flying again to escape. Soon the Jungle gave way to tall grass, and the sound of animals surrounded you in the dark. 

Keeping close to your Alpha, you both ran up on a herd of elephants, their long trunks reaching out as you both stretched your necks, sniffing at them before leaping away when they tried to touch you. When one stomped her foot in warning, Steve had enough, and steered you away from the herd. Weaving back and forth through the grass, you both skirted low to the ground past Rhinos grazing, lifting their heads to watch you both pass by. Neither of you wanted to feel the edge of that horn, so decided to give a wider circle around. Steve was sure to keep himself between You and the massive beasts. They came up on leaping gazelles racing away from them, and both of you couldnt help but give chase to these. You both gave up after a few minutes, the deer like creatures much faster than you two could ever be, even Sam and Pietro would have a hard time pacing along with them. Once it was apparent neither of you were continuing, they set back to grazing. 

There was only one part of the run that turned Steve uneasy. They happened to stumble across a pack of Hyenas scavenging a carcass, and they all took interest in your unique scent. Their laughter echoing around the wolves in a menacing way. Steve nudged at you to lead you away from them when one skirted close to snap its jaws and push you two to back up. Steve turned on the pack of wild Hyenas, stepping over the carcass and started to descend on the two of you. Steve snarled deeply, the fur along his spine raising and his ruff bristling, turning his focus on the Hyenas Alpha Female as she stalked closer. Steve's fangs flashed in the dark, and his demands made her cower in surprise at the force coming from him. The rest of her pack stalling seeing their Alpha lower before him, to a male most of all. The laughter started to grow high pitched with unease at the situation. You ducked around the bristling Alpha, ears pinned back, rumbling back at her. The Hyena sensed they weren't just ordinary animals to be chased off. Wet dragging breaths overcame the scent of blood and decay from the carcass she had been feasting on, filling her lungs with ice cold sensations, unlike anything her kind had experienced before. They were similar to the Panthers that prowled their lands, except they weren't. Missing from the shifters was the muskiness of the jungle. Their scent was sharper, it stung her nose with a cold sensation. Even their bodies were not made for streaking across the sun soaked plains or traveling in heavy leaf cover. Too big, too much fur, muzzles long with fangs, yet not made to rip into thick animal hides like theirs was. They were just too different, and she didn't want to test what they would do to her. Shaking her head to clear their scent from her senses, she started sinking further back from the growling Alpha’s reach. Her laughing bark sent the wild hyenas scattering away, breaking their attack formation. Retreating back towards the carcass, once they fell back, she skirted away, out of Steve’s sight. 

Once she was gone, you brushed against Steve to ease him back to you, and the two of you turned away from where the hyenas were cackling out of sight, fighting once more among themselves over the carcass they had claimed. You headed back towards the jungle, avoiding the rest of the plains occupants. Which Steve was relieved, another reason for them to return home. At home, the forests belonged to them. There were no worries in what was lurking out of sight. In Wakanda it was all different, they were not the beast at the very top. Deciding it was enough for you both tonight, when you gave a wide mouthed, fang flashing yawn, you both returned to the palace, and made it up to your room. 

Once inside and the door closed, Steve backed you onto the bed, and settled over you, covering you in soft bites and whispered words pressed against your skin. “Are you tired Little One?” he let his tongue drag between your breasts while he lowered down your body slightly. Your hands roamed over his back, and rubbed the back of his neck while you arched into his mouth where he sucked a nipple into his warmth, lashing his tongue over the peak and then rolling you gently between his teeth. 

You hummed in satisfaction, letting your body roll underneath his while you turned your gaze down at Steve loving on your breasts, his hand had the other covered, kneading it lightly and using his thumb to tease the tip till it hardened. “Not too tired Alpha.” you admitted and he lifted his head with a grin. Leaning up to kiss you deeply while using a hand to spread your thighs open, in which you curled your legs around his waist. 

“That's good, cause I haven't stopped thinking about you wrapped around me like this all evening.” He said while he claimed you with a roll of his hips, filling you with him as his hands weaved with yours. It was soft and slow, taking his time to bring you to the point you were pleading softly against his shoulder for a release. Steve’s hand cupped the back of your head while kissing your temple, his hips starting to move faster in and out of you with a grunt of effort. It was quick when your pussy started to squeeze him and milk him, ready for his knot to lock you to him. Steve brought  you to the point of howling his name and clutching yourself around him, clinging to him and not able to let go. You settled on his chest, and let the silence bring a sense of calm and peace over both of you. When you two finally fell asleep, you were sprawled over his chest and sated. There was no need for words to end the day together. 

The dawn came to find you two still tangled around one another. 

T’Challa, Shuri and the Queen all waited for the two of you, the jet ready to be boarded. It was a teary goodbye for you and Shuri, growing rather close to the young woman in your time here, Steve firmly shook T’Challas hand with a thank you and bowed to the Queen. You let your hand slide up Steves' back as he rose once more, and you let your head lower, a flash of the back of your neck showing her your respect. 

“Thank you, everyone for your help. Should you ever need anything from us, please let us know. My Pack, and myself especially are indebted to you.” Steve said truthfully, and T’Challa smiled. 

“I'm sure we will see each other again Alpha, Y/N, have a safe travel home. Steve, I'm sure you are familiar with flying?” 

“Of course, we will have it sent back as soon as possible.” 

“That is all I ask.”

Finishing with goodbyes, you both stepped on the jet. You couldn't help the look of awe that slid over your face while Steve immediately fell into the Pilots chair, while you buckled into the co pilots. You watched as he leaned forward to flick on switches and the engine hummed to life. “Ready for home Little One?” He asked as his hands settled on the steering column. 

You wriggled in your seat and leaned in the window waving while speaking. “Absolutely, take us home Alpha.” 

When Steve heard what he wanted to har, he shifted the column, and the jet started lifting off. You squealed a bit as your heart went into your throat, laughing at the sensation. Steve grinned over at your reaction, taking your hand while he pointed the jet in the direction needed, and let it speed up. The flight home was filled with you questioning the dash of the aircraft, and Steve doing his best to teach you how it all worked. 

Of course T’Challa didn't send you all home empty handed, and once Steve landed the Jet just outside of the compound, and all the Pack came to greet Steve, you happened to stay inside a few more minutes. Exploring further, you happened to stumble on several crates in the back. “Steve? Come look at this.” 

Ducking his head back in, Steve went to find you, and located you kneeling next to one of the crates, trying to find how it opened. Steve was quick to pry open a top, and it was just filled with different items Wakanda specialized in. “Hey Sam, get some people up here, we come bearing gifts.” 

Fruity wine, dried food, clothing, weapons, if T’Challa could send it he did, and the rest of the afternoon was sorting through it together. 

Finally that evening found you pouring a glass of the wine for Sara at the island in Steve’s kitchen, telling Sara and Sam all about Wakanda. Steve now and then piped up, filling in the time you were unconscious to the world.

Once the questions died down, you cleared your throat. “Has anyone heard from Bucky, Clint, Wanda, and Pietro?” 

Sara sipped from her wine glass and shook her head, Sam at her side did the same motion. “Nothing yet. But Natasha was right out on their trail as soon as she got back. You know she wont stop till she finds something.” 

Steve poured himself a taste of the wine, and handed it to you afterwards to finish off. “She will probably check in a few days, let us know what's going on.” Glancing at the time and then outside, he nipped at your shoulder. “Ready for the Full Moon Run Little One?” 

You tipped your head back to drain the last swallow and set the glass down, hoping off the stool at the bar. 

“Yup, we will see you two out there.” You said to Sam and Sara, who waved you two off to give you a chance to shift in private. Racing out the door, you leaped off the porch, twisting on your toes to watch Steve, who paused to shed his shirt, grinning to himself at your enthusiasm. 

<We got lucky.> Your Little Wolf crooned, admiring the Alphas fit form as he started to stalk towards you, undoing his belt to slide out of the pants. 

That we did. 

You started to shed clothes, dancing just out of his reach till you started to run away, tossing your panties at him last before you fell into your wolf form, howling at him to hurry up. Steve made a show of inhaling against them before stuffing them in the back of his jeans pocket, quick to yank them off and toss them back towards his porch while you sprinted away, howling for him to come join you

<Welcome Home Steve. Now let's go get her before she is gone!> 

Welcome Home indeed. 

He shifted and paused at the tree line, his howl bursting through the night, signaling the start of the run, and he followed after You while you weaved among the trees, leading him deeper into their running grounds, back home where they belonged. 

[pancakeke]

hey what do you use for organizing your sewing stuff? ive been getting into it bc the clothes i wanna wear are expensive and im having a hard time keeping my space clean and organizing my projects. thanks for the help in advance!

I mostly utilize stacking bins and my wall space for as much stuff as possible.

Those spool racks are available at Joann Fabrics (use a coupon tho) and Amazon. They have hardware on the back to hang them up with nails or command tabs (use wire hook command tabs though, like these. The plastic hook ones aren't shaped right to fit in the hanging hardware). You can also use those command tabs to hang other things to keep them out of your way, like cutting mats, embroidery hoops, and rulers.

For stacking storage boxes, I bought this huge set from amazon but it's pricey and it's for 12 bins. If you have one nearby, Harbor Freight sells similar bins individually though they're a smidge smaller. Menards sells a variety of stacking bins but you have to purchase them in varying qtys, so check that on the listing before to buy any. I use bins to store medium sized things like zippers, elastic spools, velcro, boxes of buttons, bag of fabric clips, tailor's chalk, awls, bias tape, yarn, some cut fabric I'm putting off sewing, a bag of sewing machine feet, and my shipping scale.

You will inevitably end up with a bunch of bobbins if you aren't using plain bobbin thread so get a bobbin box. I used to use this one but outgrew it and upgraded to this one. Also for pins, I started keeping mine in a jewelry dish so I could pick them up easier. They came in a little snap-top box which was handy but it was hard for me to dig pins out of there. Something with more surface area was more helpful to me because it spread the pins out a bit. It's easier to spill them though lol. I have a bunch of fabric clips too but they're just dumped in a sandwich baggie. They came in a cute little tin but the tin didn't fit in my storage bins so I got rid of it.

Pens and cutting tools I store in some cute mugs. I also have a small basket sort of hidden in the lower right behind that ivy where I keep small things like extra needles and hardware. Everything is organized in there using portion control baggies (get them at a grocery store, amazon prices are awful). I like the "portion control" style because they're tall rather than wide so they fit into that basket nicely and are easy to flip through to find what I need. The wide snack size baggies just form a pile of stuff that's hard to root through.

If you buy patterns keep the bags and put the pattern pieces back inside when you're done with them. But if you're like me and you print patterns yourself a lot, get these oversized plastic envelopes to hold your pieces. They hold a lot and you don't have to fold your pattern pieces a ton to fit them inside. Folding printer paper too much really smashes it up so I prefer these huge envelopes over regular envelopes or folders. Also label your pattern pieces if you're printing them off or making them by hand on paper!! I have sooo many mystery pattern parts right now because I'm dumb and didn't label anything...

If you plan on hoarding fabric, I recommend getting a plastic storage tub to keep everything safe from dust and pet hair. A storage tub also makes it easy to move the fabric around and it's stackable. I keep a small pile of fabric beside my desk on that shelf but everything I don't plan on using soon is in a storage bin in my closet.

This is totally unreasonable to expect of anyone, but I also put a huge industrial shelf in my office to hold all my crafting tools and bulky materials (like rolls of batting, big pieces of leather, and faux fur) lol. But I have like a knitting machine, tufting gun, soldering tools, etc. I also needed to store so I was desperate for a place for it all. A small version of this shelf (like this one) may come in handy if you need more storage space but can't put a 7 foot shelf in your room. Wall mounted shelves are also an option (my wobbuffets are on one of these, brackets sold separately) but it's kind of a pain to anchor stuff into walls safely.

Other than that, to maximize space I use a tabletop ironing board because it's small and easy to store out of the way. I originally got this when I had an apartment and didn't have room for a full size ironing board but it came in handy now that I'm doing all my sewing in my office! Also for space management: if you need a light I recommend a clamp desk light. They're handy because you can bring the light to wherever you need it but the lamp takes up maybe 2 square inches of desk space so it's not wasting space.

[rexaleph]

Havent said anything abt perfume in so long bc ive been uh unwell but im coming out of it again i think.

Im interested in getting into florals, sth i started thinking abt in late spring. I want a green, wet, vegetal flower. Ive been enjoying Sublime Balkiss by the different company, but idk that it isnt too expensive for what it is. Lasts very little and ultimately it is just kinda a friendly fruity floral. sometimes i think that i just need to make life easier for myself and look into womens designer scents, but then i look at the reviews for Sublime Balkiss and people are like sharp green unisex different. And im like ah ok lol. Really interested in exploring tom ford's Vert Boheme, and that whole vert series in general, tho maybe its discontinued? And also fucking tom ford lmao. Fwiw i have actually tried Vert de Fleur during my last attempt at getting into flowers, and its not really it for me, feels like a sun-dried late summer steppe weeds + lipstick, the opposite kinda flowers from what im looking for. Funnily enough a lot of the reviews are calling it dark, fresh and dewy, which just goes to show that none of these words mean anything to me. (Having washed some of it off and waited a couple hours its much less unpleasant but still not what im looking for. dry bouquet herbal soap vibes)

De Profundis remains the untouchable fantasy BUT Amouage Myths woman seems to go to a similar green-earthy-floral well, while Myths man also has chrysanthemum and is supposed to be smoky which is intriguing (tho apparently also features prominent iris and is generally resinous and leathery). So time to reconsider Amouage perhaps. I occasionally revisit the samples i have and still cant really get into them but they are quite different from each other and idk that its their intrinsic dna that i dont get along with. Also given where de profundis comes from ive decided to stop being such a bitch about serge lutens, and maybe look into them for florals.

When i last thought abt perfume a couple months back I was considering making some purchases this autumn as a reward for hopefully defeating work demons, but im actually gonna be spending money on a trip and some things to do w that, which is a lot more valuable than perfume. However now i also want perfume as well. And idk id like to maybe not accumulate a million samples so i ought to go through what i have and really think about the hows and whys of my perfume experience. When i was depressed just now i still wore perfume every day but really didnt engage w the variety i have access to. I dont think i want to be the single signature fragrance person just bc my one perfume would be vierges et toreros and i cant do that to people, certainly not in the middle of summer lmao. But maybe i can have like... 4. Maybe 9. Fwiw i think ive resolved my search around leathers and animalics and am not interested in trying any more after having found my beloved few, even though some are completely inaccessible to me. Maybe i could write sth up about them. What feels very unresolved to me is fruits, my first big unexpected interest in perfume. Ive tried so many and rn i think i dont like any of them! My fucking samples store shopping cart is full of figs aside from flowers but maybe i should really think about whats wrong w the ones i have. I was gonna do a post abt the fruits as well and was reminded of it just now having had a bad time trying to wear Fig Man.

Anyway i dont think ill buy anything for now regardless, thankfully im good at not spending money. But i will try to have my perfume thoughts.

[kindiekritz]

Get Some Rest, Samurai...

Via Anon Ask; “because im also a sap for Johnny and V- How do you think Johnny would help V cope with a panic attack? Especially when its likely something he's feeling laggy echoes of himself if he's in her head during it? (hurt/comfort is a FAVE of mine and i have anxiety, can ya' tell?)”

B ro,, don’t worry anon bc same here, we are anxiety homies together 👏😔 - This is my first time writing for Johnny Silverhand! Trying to get back on the writing boat, (haven't forgotten my previous fic!) and there's nothing like simping for video game characters to get that inspiration flowing. Do let me know what you think! Johnny may be a bit too OOC in this, I may have gone a little bit overboard with the soft? Ah well, I hope someone will enjoy it regardless :P

Here is the Ao3 Link! :D

V’s time was running out. 

Every time the relic in their head would malfunction, every time they went into a coughing fit and the disgusting taste of metallic blood would fill their mouth, every time he would manifest himself in her head and V would catch a glimpse of his stupid fucking face…

V was reminded of the fact that their time was running out, and fast.

And despite the fact that they were doing everything in their power to stop the construct in her mind from completely destroying her from the inside out, that didn’t stop the fact that she still had to pay the rent. 

In fact, it wasn’t cheap coughing up the eddies to pay Rouge for her services, or having to pay for bigger and better gear that would keep her alive when dealing with Arasaka guards, hell, it wasn’t cheap to keep purchasing more and more bottles of Omega Blockers, the pills were the only thing that kept him from completely taking control. 

She found herself taking more and more gigs, trying to simply keep up with the extra costs of having a completely second personality living rent-free in her mind. But even then… she couldn’t find it in herself to reject or turn away people who needed her help, even if they had little to nothing to offer in return. 

It seemed as if her phone was constantly buzzing with calls and texts of people who wanted and needed her help. No matter where she went or what she did, people needed her services, people needed her time.

And yet, time was something that she had very little left of.

V was exhausted. The bags under her eyes revealed that she hadn’t slept in days, and she couldn’t remember when she last had a proper meal.

She was always on the go, she didn’t have time to take care of herself.

But as she groggily opened the door to her apartment, she thought to herself that… maybe, just maybe… she would finally let herself take a nice, long warm shower.

V was too exhausted to care about the possibility of Johnny potentially staring at her nude form as she stood under the running water. Hell, let him stare for all she cared! The thought of warm water running over her exhausted muscles, washing away the dirt and grime of the city… it was too appealing at that moment. 

She removed her weapon slung across her back, letting her beloved leather Samurai jacket slip off her shoulders and onto the ground, too exhausted to care about putting it away properly. 

The weight of the gun in her hands was normally a welcome and grounding presence for V when she was on a mission, the weapon in her hands keeping her safe from those who wished to do her harm. But now? It felt too heavy, unbearably so, as if the weight would make her topple over onto the floor below. The muscles in her arms were exhausted and spent. As she rotated her shoulder she heard the joints audibly pop. The consequences of pushing her body too far.

She would do anything for the physical ache to go away. 

As she stepped through the door to her armory and switched on the fluorescent lights of the room, her gaze fell upon someone already there, casually lounging atop her workbench and raising a cigarette to his mouth, pausing to speak before inhaling a deep puff of smoke.

“Damn V. You look like shit.”

She rolled her eyes at his comment, and made her way to her weapon locker instead, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze on the nape of her neck.

V fiddled with the combination, her foggy mind struggling to remember the correct numbers and the correct order, her fingers felt clumsy and uncoordinated as she inputs each digit. V cursed herself for making it so damn difficult, but eventually, she finally managed to swing the metal door open, proceeding to put her gun away amongst her collection of stored weapons. 

Johnny hopped off of the workbench, stepping towards V as she organized her storage, resting his metal arm against the locker, using his height to his advantage as he towered over her and confronted her. “No, seriously V, you look like shit. When was the last time you slept?”

“Fuck— Johnny, I dunno… A few days I guess?” V slammed the door of the locker using more force than necessary, Johnny already starting to get on her nerves, the last thing she needed was Johnny Fucking Silverhand following her around like a worried mother hen. V pouted and huffed, blowing away a stubborn strand of hair that had fallen across her face, then turning to meet his gaze, hidden behind wine-colored lenses, and asked, “Why do you care anyway?”

“You’ve been on edge all day, I can feel it. You’re like a string that’s been strung too strongly. I feel like you’re ready to snap at any fuckn’ moment, V.” 

She could feel his stare on her body and the tension in the room was beginning to suffocate her. He was poking at a sensitive topic for her, and he knew it. 

V stuttered, trying to find the right words to say as she couldn't bring herself to look at him in the eye anymore, instead choosing to halfheartedly push him aside and walk away, “Johnny… I’m fine. Really. I just— I just need a shower and a nap, that’s all.”

As V stepped out of the room, the weight on her chest seemed to grow heavier with each step. 

She wanted to crumble, she wanted to cry. 

She just wanted to wrap up herself in a bundle of blankets and cry into an order of takeout. One of those ugly cries that made snot dribble from your nose and your cheeks flushed and red.

She wanted— no, V needed to let everything out.

But… she couldn’t. She didn’t have the time for it, she needed to get back to work soon. Here were people that needed her help and there were eddies to be made. She would let herself rest when she’d gotten that damned biochip out of her head.

It was at that moment when V’s phone began to ring, the sound interrupting her thoughts and causing her to pause in her step.

Almost as if on reflex, she quickly reached into her pocket and withdrew the device, not even bothering to check the caller ID before answering, “V speaking, what do you want?”

“V, it’s Regina. I’ve got another report of a cyberpsycho attack…”

V stopped listening to the voice on her phone, too distracted by the crushing pressure on her chest and the fact that she had begun to tremble and shake like a leaf.

All she had wanted was a hot shower and a night in, was that too much to ask?

After weeks of dodging blades and bullets, running meaningless errands and tasks for just a few eddies in return, spending sleepless nights that left dark circles under her eyes, and going days on end without even seeing her fucking apartment, all she wanted was a night in.

Was that too much to fucking ask?

She could faintly register Johnny’s voice coming from behind her, an uncharacteristically concerned tone in his voice as he asked, “...V? What’s wrong?”

The pressure in her chest grew heavier by the second, her breaths becoming strained and labored as the increasing fear and dread overwhelmed her body. She gripped her phone tightly in her hand, glaring at the device with tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

“V? Are you listening? I said that there’s another report of a cyberpsycho near your current position, are you still—“

With a press of a button, she hung up the phone.

Johnny watched V, her form trembling and shoulders tensed.

In all of their weeks stuck together, he’d never seen his little merc look so small. A real juxtaposition when compared to her usual self; a real fucking hardass, she was the only other person Johnny had ever met that was just as bullheaded and stubborn as himself. 

As much as he teased her about it, Johnny knew one thing for certain. V was strong, V was determined. A damned force of nature and he pitied the bastards that stood in her way.

But despite the cybernetics in her body and the chip in her mind… V was human. V had her limits.

The facade she’d built up for herself couldn’t last forever, and Johnny knew it. He’d sensed the cracks in her resolve grow larger and larger with each sleepless night and after every exhausting gig.

But for a brief second, a thought crossed Johnny’s mind; 

V was fractured… V was broken… V was weak.

And with that thought, V finally snapped.

“I AM NOT FUCKING WEAK!”

V cried out, lobbing her phone at him. It phased right through him, instead hitting against the wall, shattering the screen, and sending the device flying into some unknown corner of the room. 

She froze, her eyes widening in shock, almost as if she couldn’t believe what she had done. The realization slowly setting in after the result of her outburst.

V’s vision blurred as tears welled in the corners of her eyes, she slowly fell to the cold floor, cradling her knees up to her chest and muffling her sobs in her arms.

Johnny watched as she sat in the middle of the room and sobbed. 

She didn’t let herself cry when Jackie had died, she didn’t let herself cry when Vic told her that she was practically dying. V didn’t cry as she carried Evalyn’s bloodied body, and V didn’t cry late at night when she was alone, and her chest felt tight and her throat choked up.

He knew it was coming, he could feel V’s emotions as they bubbled up and reached their boiling point. 

But what truly surprised him, was just how much it hurt him to see his little merc cry.

“Shit— V…” he nervously swallowed his throat, but try as he might, for once in his goddamn existence, he couldn’t find the right words to say.

Johnny didn’t like the way he felt. 

Johnny didn’t like the way she made him feel at that moment.

He didn’t like the way his chest tightened at the sound of each of her sobs. The way he felt so restless as he could only watch her curl onto herself for comfort. He couldn’t stop himself from pacing back and forth across the room, unsure if it was her anxiety or his that was setting him off. 

Johnny could almost feel V’s heart racing in her chest, the adrenaline flooding her veins, adrenaline meant to stimulate a fight or flight reaction. But when the pain and panic swelled from within her own chest, there was nowhere V could run, nobody she could physically fight.

All she could do was sob into her knees, desperately trying to hide her sobs and cries from him, but her own cries easily overpowered her. 

And because of him, she didn’t even feel like she had the ability to freely have a goddamn mental breakdown in her own apartment, even as she choked and sobbed, she tried to grasp onto the shattered remains of her facade. Was it for her sake, or for his?

At that point… neither of them knew.

V couldn’t stop her body from trembling. She tightly gripped onto herself until her knuckles turned white. But V didn’t notice. It didn’t even register in her mind.

She didn’t register the hot tears as they streamed down her face, the shuddering cries that caused her lip to quiver with each breath. She couldn’t recognize that no matter how hard she tried, her frantic breaths caused her lungs to feel as if they were on fire, incapable of delivering oxygen to her body.

V’s mind didn’t even register the fact that Johnny had stopped pacing back and forth.

Her mind cursed at her to get her shit together. V needed to wipe away those tears and she needed to get back on the streets. A moment of weakness could’ve gotten her killed in her past, and now was no different. 

But… the thought of standing up and leaving her apartment caused another fresh wave of sobs to rattle her body.

She was tired… she was so goddamn exhausted… 

“V…”

All she wanted was a night in. Was that too much to ask? After all of her hard work and effort, hadn’t she earned it?

“V, listen to me.”

Clearly, she hadn’t done enough if people were still calling, still demanding her presence. Clearly she—

V felt something warm touch her cheek.

Someone was there. 

Although her mind had stopped temporarily spiraling, she felt the wet salty tears dripping down her face, her vision was still blurry, and her cheeks were incredibly flushed. She must’ve looked… pathetic she thought. But regardless, she allowed herself to look up at the person who had reached out to her.

The cold of his metal rings juxtaposed the warmth of his hand, and as her eyes trailed up towards his arms, she caught sight of his familiar tattoos, but also an unfamiliar detail as she reached his face.

Instead of seeing her reflection in the lenses of his glasses, she was surprised to see his eyes staring into hers. Gone was any trace of malice or cruelty, instead his brown eyes reflected nothing but concern… an emotion she’d never expected to see from him.

Johnny. 

As her tearful eyes met his, he could’ve almost sworn that he felt his engram heart stop beating for a second. The tears rolling down her cheeks, the way her lip trembled with each breath. He didn’t know why the sight of V feeling so upset affected him so, he blamed her emotions, her hormones, whatever came into his mind. He hated the way she made him feel, he hated that she had this much power over him. 

But most of all, he hated the fact that he felt so powerless to stop it.

He would’ve gladly taken V cussing him out, he would’ve taken V nagging at him and complaining about the smell as he smoked in her apartment. He would’ve even happily taken V as she sang along to the car radio, something she’d originally done to get onto his nerves, but now it has become a sound he’s grown… to tolerate. Even sometimes… appreciate it. 

He wasn’t the type to comfort people like this, he was the type to leave as soon as emotions came into play, the countless amount of hearts that he’d broken in the past were evidence enough. Fuck, he didn’t know how to deal with his own goddamn emotions, blowing up Arasaka tower as revenge to deal with his grief, that’s what got him into this mess.

But as he wiped away a tear from her soft cheek with his calloused thumb… he wasn’t going to just sit there and let his little merc cry.

“V. You’ve done more than enough for this city than it deserves. You’re always running back and forth, trying to make this shithole a better place… all while trying to keep yourself alive.” He wanted to tell her that this damned city didn’t deserve her generosity, it didn’t deserve her hard work, fuck, this city didn’t deserve her.  

He didn’t deserve her.

And she didn’t deserve what he was doing to her.

“You keep spreading yourself too thin, you keep wanting to do shit for others, you keep wanting to help. But then you add the cherry on top — the fact that there’s a chip in your head slowly killin’ ya… You’ve got enough on your plate. You’ve earned a few nights of rest.”

V sniffled and tried to wipe away tears, her voice wavering as she spoke, “I-If I don’t keep goin’ if I don’t keep looking for a solution— I’m gonna die. Johnny, I don’t want to die—“

“V, you’re gonna end up dead long before the chip has an opportunity to kill you if you keep pushing yourself like this… You need to get some rest.”

He was right. As much as she fucking hated it… he was right.

She felt his metal hand cup her other cheek, the cool metal refreshing against the flushed skin, wiping away tears as he continued to speak.

“You’ve proven yourself enough to this city. You’ve proven yourself enough to me. But running yourself to the bone is not worth it in order to prove it to yourself. And you’re not alone V… as much as they get on my fuckn’ nerves, you’ve got chooms lookin’ out for ya, even if one of them is a fuckn’ cop—“

Through tears, V chuckled and playfully chided him, “Johnny…”

There it was… that little chuckle of hers that he was looking for. He wouldn’t admit it to others, he wouldn’t even admit it to himself, but V’s laughter never failed to make him feel something funny in his chest… it wasn’t like the high of drugs or liquor, but it felt just as addictive. It wasn’t like the adrenaline rush of a firefight or the rush during a show, but it made him feel just as excited and lightheaded.

He cleared his throat, trying to get his mind off of that feeling, and spoke, “Listen… all I’m saying… is that you’re not alone V. And although I don’t have much of a choice, whenever you need me…” he playfully smiled as his eyes met hers, “I’m always here for ya V.”

And that’s all it took.

In one moment to another, V wrapped her arms around his waist, knocking him on his ass from his previous kneeling position, and burying her head against his chest.

Despite sharing a head and body, somehow, someway, V always found a way to surprise him.

He groaned, the deep rumbles from his chest as he spoke making V settle in closer, anchoring herself to his presence.

“Fuck, V, a little warning next time would be nice.”

But even as he whined… he wasn’t complaining. Not when her sobs were beginning to fade, and she was instead chuckling at his expense in his arms. 

He ignored that funny feeling in his chest as his organic arm wraps itself against her body, his calloused hand rubbing circles against the small of her back, feeling her trembling begin to slow under his soft touch. Over time, her breathing began to even, and soon enough she was taking deep breaths as she recovered. 

Without even consciously doing so, Johnny’s metal hand found itself entwined with the strands of her hair, softly caressing as V’s eyes began to droop, and exhaustion began to overtake her body.

“V… it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“I’m fine Johnny, I’m—“ a yawn interrupted her mid-sentence, “I’m not even tired.”

“And I’m not buying it.” He chuckled as his arm wrapped around her midsection.

“W-wait Johnny what are you— Johnny!” In an instant, V was thrown over his shoulder as he stood from the ground, and she gripped onto him in order to avoid falling to the floor.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking you to bed.” He chuckled as he felt her hand playfully slap against his shoulder.

“Fucking hell Johnny, a warning would be nice!” He could almost imagine her expression as he walked across the apartment, the way she would pout in exasperation.

“Just repaying the favor, that’s all.” He smirked as he reached her bed. Slowly setting her down from his shoulder onto the mattress below. 

“There. It’s time that you allowed yourself to get some rest, and not that weird shit you do where you sleep across the bed huddled in a little ball, but some actual sleep, under the covers and all.” 

“Fine, fine…” V slipped into a pair of nightclothes as Johnny had the decency to look away, and then slipped under the blankets, making herself comfortable. But before she drifted off to sleep, she called out, “Johnny?”

“... yeah?”

“I just— I just wanted to say thanks. Y’know, for tonight and all.”

“‘Course…” he stepped towards the bed once more as he spoke, “I mean, if I’m the one telling you that you need some rest, you probably fucked up somewhere along the way.”

“That’s true… judging from your memories, you’re terrible at following your own advice, Johnny.” She smiled at him, uncertain if the lack of sleep had made her delirious or if perhaps she was feeling particularly honest that night, but she spoke, “Y’know, if fucking up this badly was the catalyst for us to meet… I would do it all over again.”

He smiled sadly in return, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his cold metal hand brushing her cheek as he did so. An action to acknowledge the words between them were best left unspoken and unsaid— at least, for now.

“...Goodnight V.” He tore his gaze from her as he turned to walk away.

“Wait— Johnny!”

She grasped his metallic hand before he had the opportunity to pull away.

“... stay with me? Just for tonight?”

With her eyes looking up at him, her smaller hand clinging onto his, causing his breath to hitch and his heart to race—

How could he say no?

“Fine, but just for tonight. I can’t have you thinkin’ I’m goin’ soft or something.”

Johnny slipped under the covers, and without even needing to be asked, he wrapped his arms around V, and she rested her head against his chest in return.

“Get some rest, samurai… the city will still be there waiting for us when you awake.”

-

Thank ya kindly for reading! I'm always down for some constructive criticism and I love to read any lovely comments about my fics. Do let me know if there are any mistakes, I don't have a beta reader for Cyberpunk just yet, so a few mistakes may have gotten away from me!

And feel free to send in asks/requests! I'm so in love with Johnny and V and I can spend hours thinking and talking about them aaaaa

[blackberry-gingham]

Got to be honest... I love the mermaidau! theme too. Could you pls give us a pt2 cause I need to know how is their rlp gonna evolve. (Feel like even writing a hole 2k word fanfic with this au and im not ashamed 😂)

(Pst, anon is referring to this request!)

Mwaaaha yeeees... YEEEEES !!!! I'm so glad you guys like this au lmao 😂😂 All I have to say is, I hope y'all can come through with this mermaid au when summer hits, bc that's my JAM 😤

Even if I don't get another mermaid au request until then, like please y'all, I'm begging you lol

But anyways, tumblr has decided that doing all four on here is too long, so I’m posting half now and I’ll link Paul and Ringo before the day’s over! (Also bc I lost like half of Ringo's story last night, and I have to rewrite it, so rip :') ) Enjoy!

Paul and Ringo this way!

George

It's quite a bit before George can see you again

He had to take up a job, even with school, and practice, and family, and friends, and the occasional gig... just to save up

But when he finally got enough to buy that bike... It was all worth it

It's almost as prized a possession as his guitar, and the very next day after purchasing it, he loads up a blanket and some food and heads off for the lake

The ride from home to the water is a bit long, but nothing he can't handle

At long last, he arrives at the tiny pier and he can hardly contain himself as he sets the kickstand and grabs his things

He rushes down and sets up shop

In his excitement, George has forgotten to consider whether or not you'll even show...

But he doesn't want to give up yet

So he waits

And waits

And after a few hours pass by, he decides he might as well have his lunch instead of skipping rocks and wading in the water all afternoon

George swims over to the edge of the pier and clasps into the plank to hoist himself up

But before he can complete the maneuver, he finds himself jerked back down again

It's gentle enough that he doesn't get submerged, but it's certainly enough to give him a start

He splutters and flails a little, turning around as quick as he can to see...

Oh, it's you...

George breathes a sigh of relief, even as your eyes watch him from just above the water line, your hair floating on the surface like an angel

Your eyes go wide in excitement, and you peak your head all the way above the water, giving a soft gasp of surprise

"It is you! I can't believe you came back!"

George's heart hammers in his chest, whether it's from the surprise, the physical activity, or something else... He doesn't know

"O-of course I am! I said I would, didn't I?"

You laugh, "So you did! ...By the way, what have you got up there?"

George looks over his shoulder to the picnic basket that's clearly in view, then back at you

He waves you over and pulls himself up at last

When he's turned around, you've disappeared and George's heart drops

Well, not for long. A moment passes, followed by a huge splash as you jump from the water to the pier

It's not a perfect jump, as you need to pull yourself up a bit, but you make it well enough

George is halfway through unloading the basket, but he finds himself incredibly distracted by your tail

He doesn't mean to be rude it's just... It's almost like you weren't real before now

The tail is nearly twice the length that human legs would be. It tapers all the way down to a fine and delicate point that flares out into a transparent, forked fin

There are smaller fins like this along the rest of your tail, George notes, providing gorgeous accents to your shimmering iridescent scales

You swish your tail behind you, feeling a bit shy

George shakes himself out of his stupor, "Oh, sorry! I just... Wow"

You huff a laugh and mumble a thanks, not quite out of the awkwardness

"Um, here, I brought you something", George hands you a carefully wrapped sandwich

You give it a sniff and wait for George to taste his first

It tastes fantastic. Unlike anything you've ever had before

George tells you it's called a "ham and cheese"

Before you know it, the two of you jump into a whole conversation about life above and below water

You talk all afternoon and into the evening. George, doesn't even realize how low the sun's set until he takes a moment to stretch and look up

"Oh, I suppose you should be going..."

"Yeah..."

George looks at you and then the water one more time

It's like a pool of gold out there, the orange and yellow reflecting so beautifully on the water

"Say, how about one more swim?", George nods towards the water

Needless to say, you both race in for a last dip

You swim laps around George as he move slowly through the water, and you find yourself growing bored rather quick

"Ugh, here hold on!", You laugh and roll your eyes as you latch onto George from beneath

He doesn't protest, and you tow him easily back and forth through the water

It's not as fast as you could go, but it's faster then George has ever achieved on his own

It's actually great fun, but all things must end, and after a few rounds you glide to a stop surrounded by golden ripples

You sigh and look around, letting him go, "Sorry, it's late. I didn't mean to get so carried away..."

George wades just inches away from you, "No no, it's alright! I um, I had fun"

"Really?", You smile

"Really...", George floats a little closer to you, and you can feel his warm breath caress your hair, "In fact, m-maybe we could do this again sometime?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Before he even gives a thought to what he's doing George's lips meet yours halfway, pressing far softer then you'd expect from a rough teddy boy like himself

It's one of those kisses where you don't even have to think, or give subtle hints

Everything just feels right

Your heart does a flip when you separate, and George sticks by his promise

It gets to the point where you have a schedule to meet each other, getting the most out of your daylight hours

From now on, no more waiting

Just you, and him.

John

John's been visiting you for quite some time now, bringing you shiny things on occasion, but mostly just enjoying your company

You're on a first name basis and everything

It's strange almost, John feels quite special

After all, he might be the only lad in all of England to befriend a mermaid!

Although lately, he's been feeling... Different about you

He must be mad

But it's just...

You're so sweet, and kind, and you listen and understand him like no one else ever has before, an-

Ugh

He must be going mad

That would certainly explain why he's buying you a locket with his latest savings

It may be from a second hand store, but he knows you'll love it

The locket is shaped like a heart and made of brass

The metal is a bit tarnished but the small heart shaped ruby in the center is bright as ever

It's perfect

John takes it home and hides it away from Mimi

She doesn't know about you, but she has some suspicions about a girl...

That's certainly not something John wants to talk about, so he's trying to be as covert about you and him as possible

But before he can hand off his gift to you, he needs to sneak one of Mimi's pictures of him

She has a few up in the attic, which John is easily able to swipe and cut out to fit in your locket

There. Now it's perfect

John gets a good night's rest and heads out bright and early to your cove the very next day

He arrives to find you splayed out on a bed of shells and trinkets, sun bathing

"Hello birdy!"

You spring up and turn to face him, "Johnny!"

Patches of sand stick to your skin, shimmering like glitter in the sun

John whips off his leather jacket and shirt as he goes to sit beside you before removing his boots and socks as well

It's a bit of a custom for him ever since he started feeling comfortable around you

The beach is rather hot, yes, but more so, he likes that you make him feel confident enough to take all that off in the first place

You don't know this, but it's a huge sign of the trust he has in you

The two of you talk and catch up a bit on the few days you were apart

John tells you about school, and you about your adventures at sea

Both of you are equally fascinated about each other's worlds, and both wish a bit that they could live like the other does

You've offered to take John out to sea, but he's not to keen on wading that far out in the ocean

When the conversation starts to run dry, John remembers his gift at last

"Oh by the way, I brought you something..."

You perk up, not suspecting anything other then the usual shiny pebble or coin

But then again, John seems... Different

You could swear you see a blush climbing his cheeks

"I uh, saw this and thought of you...", He holds out an old, worn locket. The Ruby heart and tarnished brass flash and glint in the sunlight, mesmerizing you

You gasp softly, and reach for it slowly, as though you're dreaming

"Do you fancy it?", John asks nervously

"John, this is beautiful..."

You click the heart open and reveal a raggedly cut picture of John smirking back at you from behind a heart shaped lid of glass

You trace your finger along the picture's edge, a trance like glaze over your eyes

"I um, I thought maybe you could wear this one... You know, that way you could always have me with you when you go out to sea... Or... Something", John mumbles, wondering if he sounds even half as stupid as he thinks he does

He peaks over at you once, then twice as you look at it in silence

"It's alright, you don't have to-"

"Could you put it on me?"

John looks stunned, as though he's surprised you actually like his well thought out gift

"Uh, I- sure"

You hand him the necklace and turn

John lifts it over your head and lowers it slowly

The metal is warm from John's hands as it touches your skin, and John fastens the clasp in a jiffy

"There you are..."

You turn around again, eyes shining brightly with joy, the heart clasped in the palm of your hand

A knot forms in John's stomach, seeing you look so happy with him like that, and suddenly he feels sick

He has to say it

He knows be does

He has to tell you now, or it's going to kill him

And yet, if he does tell you, that might kill him too

"Ugh, I must be mad..."

You quirk an eyebrow, "Wha-?"

"I love you", John blurts it out as though it was tortured out of him

It's not very sweet, or romantic, or charming...

No, it's actually much more like he just spat on the sand and continued on

But you know John by now, and to you, it's more then enough

You put your hand over his and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his burning cheek

"I love you too Johnny"

John's breath hitches in his throat, and looks at you with a gaze he's never given any other woman in the world

"Really?" His voice is the barest of whispers

But you don't need to answer, John is already pulling you in for a kiss as he lays back on your small pile of treasure

It's not his first make out session, and it won't be his last

But with you? Right here, on the beach, in the warm sun, laying cozied up on his bare torso?

It's the one he remembers most, for all his life

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Ep 17 - Sharp selling masks on thier own website.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru starting this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san! (*looks intentionally at J*)

J:Yep

K:Tasai san! (*looks intentionally at T*)

T: *nods*

J: Get it right this time, haha.

K: *laughs* Its started to go funny when I say it carelessly.

J: Well, you kinda zone out a bit, don't you, when you're wearing a mask.

T: Yeah.

K: Its slightly difficult to concentrate.

J: It is difficult.

K: ...with your awareness.

J: If we go on like this into the rainy season, it will feel pretty tough to keep wearing a mask.

T: Yeah.

K: Yeah, but there are those things that you can wrap round your face and neck. I've heard those feel a bit cooler.

J: Yeah, I do think wearing a mask in the rainy season will be tough. At the moment, what I am not sure about is whether or not, and to what extent masks are effective. There are different opinions everywhere you look. In the end, you don't know who to believe. Im at the point of thinking I should wear one to avoid any risk just in case, even if its a small risk.

K: Yeah, and what about your eyes?

J: Yeh, your eyes.

Kami: Yes, yes, yes, yes. 

K: Like, Trump wasn't wearing a mask, but he was covering his eyes, right?

J: Yeah, yeah. Oh! Kami? Are you coming in at this point?

Kami: Yes, yes.

J: Okay, go ahead.

Kami: Um, as for masks, when they were tested on mice, apparently they were effective. They had one side infected with corona next to one side that wasn't, and when they added a mask barrier inbewteen the cages, the infection rate reduced a lot.

T: Ehh?

J: Yeah, I've read about that too.

K: It seems like its better to just wear one.

T: Well, this is the news from Tokyo Sports today, but the home appliance company Sharp are making masks, and selling them at 2980yen for 50, with a delivery fee of 660yen. They are limited to one box per person, and you have to register as a member. So with even Sharp making masks, its like..won't Japan end up with a mask surpluss?

K: You see them a lot don't you? Well, you don't know where they come from though.

J: Well, Sharp is a home appliance maker that has been operating for many decades, but this year has apparently been their best year for sales and profits. They've made the leap over to masks as thier big money maker, instead the of home appliances, which they've sold up to now. Thats how much everyone has ???*1

T: Going from making home appliances to making masks is pretty impressive, right?

J: Yeah.Thats the great thing about Japanese technology. I think people are very reassured to see 'Made in Japan', they prefer Japanese made ones over foreign made ones, especially in terms of hygiene. But it must have been tough for them with their web server going down.

T: Yeah

J: I tried to have a look at thier site, but in the end I couldn't connect to it once ...

T: Were you thinking of buying some?

J: Yeh, I was! But while Im doing this, you can still see masks on sale all over town recently.

T: There are real estate agencies selling masks..

J: Yes, thats it! Even a tapioca drink stand was selling masks.

K: Yeah, but a friend of mine has been selling them too ...they come via a route, you can purchase them directly from the factory in China or somewhere, and then disperse them to people here, so you don't really know where they've been.*2

J: Right? They really are being sold by all sorts of people in all sorts of places. Its incredible.

T: Its a mask bubble.

J: Also, a lot of people are wearing hand made masks, or brand name masks...

K: Washable ones?

J: Yeah, washable ones.

K: Well, its not like they don't work.

J: Yeah.

T: Masks can be fashionable. Do you remember that chain, Dom Dom Burger?

J, K: Oh, nostalgic!

T: Dom Dom Burger have been selling masks with 'Dom Dom' on the side.

K: Thats cute.

T: They've also been really popular. They are cute.

K: That elephant logo?

J, T: Yeah, yeah.

K: I kinda want one of those.

J: Yeah, I want one!

T: So in this way, masks are no longer staying the usually white, but are turning into fashionable items.

J: Well, I usually like Yohji (Yamamoto), and Yohji is also putting out masks, black or white leather.

T: Yohji is doing a white mask?

J: A white one and a black one. Some people are saying this type of thing is cool, or this is want they want.. I want to buy one of his masks, but I can't. Leather is expensive.

K: There are a lot of overseas artists making them too, aren't there?

J: Is there a particular one you like?

K: Well, no, I just thought theres loads of places doing like a design or print on masks at the moment.

J: Will you make a mask with your characters (Krim and Zon)?

T: Ah, that would be good.

K: I wonder if they would sell?

J: Yeah, I think they would.

K: *laughs*

T: Should we (Tokyo Sports) make them?

K: *laughs*

J: Could Tokyo Sports make them?

T:???*3

K: We could have a little Tokyo Sports logo on the side.

J: It would look so fake!

K: *laughs a lot*

J: Like a counterfeit.

T:???*4

J: But that does happen, in this case.

K: I think it would be good. There is that monthly magazine 'Mu' isn't there? You see their logo on tshirts a lot. Tokyo Sports could do that type of thing.

T: Oh, right, yeah. But we did actually make a parker once.

K: Ehh, I want it!

T: And a kind of Idol person really wore it to lives and stuff, and it became a desirable item. Everyone was like, 'Eh?! A Tokyo Sports parker?!'

K: Its good, right?

J: It is good. If you wear something with 'Tokyo Sports' on it, it shows a kind of intelligence.

T: Really?! Im so happy *laughs*

J: It shows you've read around a bit. Its good. Although its a bit strange to say it. Its a bit different from something with an 'Asahi Shimbun' or 'Yomiuri Shinbun' logo. Its 'Tokyo Sports'!

T: Should we put our name on Dir's goods next time?*5 *everyone laughs*

J: Yes, start there.

K: It would be recognized, right?

J: Yeh, everyone would be like, 'Ah, its Tasai san!'. They might buy it. But, conversely, if Kaoru was to make masks, would Tokyo Sports be interested?

T: Of course.

K: But would those characters mean anything to the readers of Tokyo Sports?

T: We could put UFO on the side.

J: Ahh, UFO right?

K: ???*6

J: Well, it sounds strange, but just like how people send out a message with the print on their tshirt, you could do that with masks. For example, how you are feeling today or something...if you have a picture of beer on your mask, people might think, 'ah, that person wants to drink beer'.

T: Thats a good idea.

J: You could show if you are feeling good or bad, like include a message. You could send a message with your mask, send a message without talking.

T: Well, that type of think is developing, isn't it? That kind of fashion style.

K: Yeah, despite not being disposable, you can change your look everyday. Like, you could wear this one on Monday, or pair one with your glasses, or whatever you have that you want to wear.

J: Match it with your feelings, right?

K: ..with everything. 

J: But up to now you see them in white, black and kind of bluey colours, and maybe pink..with womens' masks. But what about more different..

K: More colourful ones?

J: Yeah, deep purple or such..

T: Deep purple?

J: The colours, or the design, like the shape can be..

K: Like this pattern? *gestures to his shirts*

J: Yes, like check or patterned...if they come like this, it will be more exciting to wear a mask. Aren't you looking forward to that a bit?

T: Well, yeah. I think white looks kinda bleak.

J: It does, yeah. You could also put stickers on your mask. It might be a bit difficult to stick them on if it gets fluffy though

K: You could put studs in it.

T: Ah, cool!

J: Should we put studs in?

K: Wasn't Yohji selling one like that?

J: Yeh, that was kind of printed on to it, but it looked like studs.

T: Its good putting different things on masks, right?

J: Well, if masks really are effective, we have to wear them.

K: Right.

J: I'd like some which are more creative. If there is scientific progress, you could have ones that open up when you try to eat.

T: Ah, that would be cool!

K: I think I've seen that kind of video! He looks like he's wearing a mask, but then it opens up when he eats.

J: How does it?

K: It just opens when he opened his mouth.

J: Really?

T: I see.

J: Ehh, there are lots of ways...Well, I don't know if I would wear it, but what about a mask you can kiss with..?

K: A mask you can kiss with? ...What are you talking about? *laughs*

J: Im sorry, at 52 years old, I've gone funny...

K: But, actually, it a good feeling to see normal life returning a little, some stores opening up again, isnt it? Starbucks, for example.

J: Yes, yes.

K: If it spreads more, we'll be in trouble though..

T: But there was that Spanish flu wasn' there?

J: Yeah, 100 years ago.

T: While it was spreading, they didn't know why, but they eventually realised it was spreading where people were gathered together, so maybe corona might be the same, and it might just return to normal after two or three years, I wonder?

K: It will.

J: Yes, we won't be social distancing forever.

Kami: I have something to say. Um, Didn't Dir en grey sell masks before?

K: We made them before, yeh.

Kami: So you sold them, and you also have a song called, 'Mask', right?

K: You know a lot, don't you?

Kami: Have you thought of using that?

T: I see.

Kami: I thought, since everyone needs masks, and you have a song called 'Mask', you could do something.

T: Kami has come in straight talking.

Kami: Thats right.

J: What do you think, Leader?

Kami: Yeh, if you did that..

K: I havn't really thought about it.

J: Hahaha.

K: I havn't thought about it at all.

T: Haha.

Kami: Its a laymans idea. You have a song called 'Mask', so do a mask campaign. But I wasn't sure whether it would fit with Dir en grey's image. But that was a shocking answer.

T: Hahaha.

J: Yeah, I saw Kaoru's expression and he really did answer honestly. But conversely, how about Kami's idea? You might want to try if you think about it a bit more?

K: Ahh, it didn't really resonate with me..

*Everyone laughs*.

K: Well, anyway, see you next week. Thank you very much.

J: Thank you

K: Please subscribe.

*1, 3, 4, 6 Couldn't make it out.

*2, 5 I think this is what he meant.

[slasherkisss]

I got a prompt for you friend. “Collar” thats all im giving ya. Have a field day with it-

[I WAS TIED ON DOING THIS FOR MICHAEL OR ASA BUT YOU KNOW WHAT MY OBSESSION WITH THE COLLECTOR WON LETS GO]

COLLAR - THE COLLECTOR/READER

[CW; Breath play, choking, biting, pet play, afab!reader but i tried to keep the pronouns mostly gender neutral]

You heard the door of your room open and your entire body tensed up. Though you couldn’t see through the blindfold placed securely around your eyes you could smell him. The scent of formaldehyde and blood lingering on polished still and nitrile as the gust of wind from the opening wood sent a waft of the outside’s dangerous smells into your small, stagnant room. All you could do was whimper beneath the ball-gag placed securely between your lips, drool slithering out from the side as you shifted your naked form uncomfortably on the bed.

He was here for you again.

You had lost count of the days that he had kept you in this room now. An apparent fascination with you combined with your initial reaction to submit and please him in whatever he wanted you to do had lead you to the current situation of being here. Though the plush king size bed with its silken sheets of an undetermined color (probably black. you knew that he liked black) was extremely comfortable, it did nothing for the pain of you bound together wrists as the ropes bit into your flesh. 

He had relented on your legs, getting you a set of comfortable padded, leather cuffs with a chain hold in the center. It was for your collar, the chain of the material clearly made for a dog looping between them and keeping your neck hunched at a rate that made your back ache and your body whine with protest no matter how much you tried to sit up as you struggled weakly.

You knew struggling wouldn’t do any good, though. But he seemed to like it.

The Collector was a large man. You couldn’t remember much of his appearance through his terrifying mask and deep, black eyes, but you could feel him every time he came to you like this. Hands, sometimes gloved and sometimes bare, reached out to stroke your hair, letting his fingertips linger on your cheek. 

Today his fingers trailed to the ball gag in your lips, tapping the ball before reaching around to undo its clasp. You gasped, spit falling as your jaw settled into a more comfortable position. The moment of reprieve was short, however, as his fingers reached out to touch your lips, soon pushing passed them with determination.

You gagged slightly on the three appendages unceremoniously placed against your tongue, knowing the silent instruction of lathering the bare fingertips in as much spit as you could muster through your dry, dehydrated mouth. There was something nice about feeling him shivery. Feeling him react to your movements as you did was almost rewarding. As though you craved his approval. Craved his acceptance.

Maybe you did.

His fingers were pulled from you before you felt it. His hands reach down for the chain to your collar and you shivered in anticipation without meaning to. The Pavlovian response had been ingrained into your mind as the tug on the chain tightened the leather around your neck, cutting your air off ever so slightly and making you gasp, arching into the movement with a whimper. You heard him chuckle.

When he pulled the collar, it meant he was in a good mood. It meant that you were going to be treated nicely tonight.

It was better than the bad nights, when he would be so frustrated that he would push you onto the bed and slice your skin with knives, making sure you counted each and every movement of the blade on your body. He cut your tongue many times before, your appendage sticking out and shivering s you tasted your own blood between your lips. 

Instead the collar was tugged and, like the obedient dog you were, you moved with it. You crawled to him as best as you could with your hands bound, your sounds soft and weak gasps dying on your lips as he caressed your skin. You leaned into his touch without thinking about it, the role natural to you now as you had learned to live with it. As you accepted it in a way that seemed to make him proud. He never said anything, nor did he suggest anything, but you knew. You always seemed to know.

You were nothing but his dog. His pretty little doll with a beautiful collar around your neck kept in your box for him to use. You didn’t understand, at first, why it turned you on but now? It was always better not to question.

Just for him to take the lead.

He tugged hard, bringing your face forward so that his lips could crash down against your own. You felt the edges of his mask cut into your face, but it didn’t stop you from moaning and whimpering like you knew he enjoyed. The growl that broke in his own throat was a fierce one, demanding subordination before foreplay tonight, and you obeyed by opening your mouth willingly so that his tongue could explore your cavern with greedy want. 

He tugged the collar to one side and your head followed, tilting it so that he could pull his lips from yours, giving them one last territorial bite hard enough to draw a small tinge of blood, before finding your neck. There his teeth dug into your flesh, finding purchase and making you cry out as blood welled in the cuts, only to have him lap it up and place softer and more tender kisses in their wake. 

The Collector pulled you on top of him now and you could feel the outline of his dick, hard and throbbing between his legs, against your aching core. You ground down on him in desperation, a craving for friction he would not offer. You were met with a sharp, humming tut between his lips and another tug on the collar that tightened its circumference, cutting off your air and making you gasp against parted lips. He held it there as you stilled, watching with fascinated eyes as your body spasmed through the sudden cut off of oxygen, before relenting just as you were about to pass out. When the air returned you gasped, falling forward against him and all but pawing with needy desire towards him.

“Please,” You whispered out with a weak, begging echo to your soar throat, “Please, please, please-!”

You knew he liked it when you begged. Whether it was better when it was terror or arousal, you still couldn’t tell. Either way your answer was a feral growl and a nearly inhuman clicking in the back of his throat before you were tugged up by the collar and thrown backwards, your back hitting the soft mattress and your knuckles digging into your spine where they were tied. You arched your back to avoid the pain, whimpering as the collar tugged again, signaling you to raise your hips as his hand slapped at the bare skin against your thighs. You gasped, feeling the sting and growing redness before arching with loyalty to him, feeling just the slightest brush of his body on your aching, wound up center.

One hand explored your body while the other kept a firm hold on your collar, keeping you in check like the pretty little dog you were. He pinched nipples and twirled them expertly between his fingertips, making you keen as his hand lightly traveled from your stomach to your nether regions, fingertips stroking your folds with dexterous fingers. You heard him chuckle at how wet you were for him already, his fingertips curling within you and thrusting in a way that made you writhe under him.

“Please!” You sobbed this plea out, a last desperate cry for what you wanted the most yet he still took his time, watching your reactions and giving your collar small warning tugs before cutting your airway off completely again. You thrashed as you lost breath both from the collar and from the way his fingers curled just right inside of you, stretching you and preparing you for the treat you knew was going to come. Bending you to his whim like he was so proud to train you to do.

Perhaps that was why he was so proud of you. It was more of a pride on himself. You were proof that he was scary enough to break someone. To destroy them and bend them into something that would only love him. Did you only love him because he made you, you wondered? Molded you into the mess of a thing you were now, with your blood and arousal dripping all over your beautiful satin sheets as you begged for the cock of a man who had killed hundreds?

You weren’t allowed to think on it anymore as you felt him, the girthy head of his throbbing cock pressing against you and then sliding into you with practiced ease. The stretch was an addiction, hot and full inside of you and you cried out with delight, excited ‘thank-you’s falling against your mouth as he set a brutal place with immediate, pistoling movements of his strong hips. One hand held your waist and the other continued to pull at the collar as the soft noises of his grunts and moans only stimulated you more and more.

You lost yourself in the pleasure, the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix with every well time thrust making your brain turn to puddy as your insides churned around him. As you clenched tight on his waist and breathily moaned nonsensical words. You would have loved to moan his name one day, hearing syllables fall from your lips so eager to please and request mercy from a man who was a God to you. You hungered for his approval as he held you by your waist and pulled you closer, making the depth of his thrusts even more intense.

Yet all you could do was blubber as tears fell through your mask, staining the inside of the fabric as you curled your toes and begged to cum.

“Please! Can I please? I’ll be good I’ve been so good-so good! Sir, please let me I want to-hh-ah~.”

Your please seemed to work tonight. Two quick, sharp tugs at the collar telling you all you need to know about what he wanted from you.

Cum.

You did so, clenching around his dick and arching your back so that you could feel all of him as you soaked him and the sheets below you, whimpering and gasping out nothing as the breath was stolen from your aching windpipe. He found delight in hearing the start of your screams only to cut them off with a sharp tug, suffocating you in your own euphoria but you were too delighted with your orgasm to care, even as he fucked you through it with an unrelenting pace before finally stilling inside of you.

Your insides felt warm and gooey as his cum sunk into you. As it dribbled from between your thighs and you heard the shuddering breath of The Collector leave him from above you. The two of you stilled like that for a long moment, the sound of nothing but white noise filling your ears as you caught your breath, the collar’s tightness relenting enough for you to do so.

When he finally pulled out of you, you felt his fingertips touching your lips again, admiring the swollen and parted gasps that echoed from it. Loving the way your tears streaked down your face as you wiggled to find a comfortable position. Another tug and you stilled, understanding the message. 

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Asa admired the spent being below him. The way the sweat on their body mixed with the scabbing blood from bites and kisses that he had drawn forth with sadistic ease. The black and red leather of the collar looked beautiful when accompanied by the hickies nestling around it. The silver chain he held firmly in his hands glittered in the low light he kept in the room of his best little pet. 

He rubbed his thumb one last time over their mouth, pushing down the bottom lip to see how their teeth looked for a moment. The gum was dry. They needed water soon.

He gripped the ball gag placed lazily on the side of the table and secured it again. He loved the feel of their mouth as it parted with practiced ease, accepting of the routine that would come after a training session such as this one. Oh, how easy they were to train. How quick to obey with the proper encouragement and sharp asphyxiations. Asa took another moment to admire his work across their skin before touching one last time at their thighs, feeling them tense as he smeared some of the mixing fluids across them before standing up. 

They didn’t ask if they would be allowed to clean up. They knew he would return with a warm rag and do it for them. Then again, Asa mused, he could leave and simply not come back. They would wait patiently, uncomplaining as the cum dried across their body and their form was raked with shivers and thirst. They would die like that, waiting patiently like the dog they were until they faded into nothingness.

Oh, but they were such a good pet weren’t they? Asa could never hurt his favorite like that. 

Perhaps a new collar would be nice, though. 

[longassr1de]

Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

[deeeelightfuldee]

surveys 064.

How much do you weigh? I don’t know, I don’t weigh myself but I’m sure it is way too much.

Where do you go when you’re sad? On my drives to random places.. or I’ll go to michigan.

If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? playing with the kids or talking a walk.

Are you happy with the person you’ve become? I think so.

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? I never really was, but I guess to an extent. Idk that it’s a grudge or if it’s an inability to move on from my hurt. Also, the difference is the stuff I haven’t moved on from too well, are things that either havent changed or that the person thinks they did the right thing. 

What’s the last thing you purchased? a pair of short shorts.

Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? I have!

Have you ever had to call the cops on someone? not on someone necessarily.

Are your parents divorced? yep

Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? ummm, yes. I don’t think the two have to go hand-in-hand, but I do think that they complement one another. I think your love is strengthened by trusting someone and I think you are more likely to feel loved when you can trust someone. However, I have been in situations plenty of times where I’ve loved and have not been able to trust.

Does the idea of snowpeaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing? Yes, very much so

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? I’ve had an airline send my luggage to a different airport. However, it was retrieved eventually.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? I am NOT a rollercoaster gal.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? Yes

The last person who texted you, have you ever fought with them? that would be Kile I think, and yes. we ended over a fight technically. man I will miss him for forever. I really wish he’d post more. 

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? at home it’s usually quite fast. I still want to install my mesh network but I haven’t the faintest idea how to do that.

Have you ever gone in a sauna? yes but i hate heat

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? Blue.

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year? yes a mere week+ ago

Is there anything you’re saving up for? more trips. to pay my loans. 

Are you taller than most of your friends? yes. I’m not taller than nathan.

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? YES.

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose? No. Id definitely mention that if I had

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep? hmmm 48+

Have you ever been someplace tropical? I mean, in the united states yes.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it? No!

Have you ever baked a pie? yes. I make dang good pies. What is your favorite social networking site? snapchat. instagram.

Who was the last person to call you? Mum.

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? No. I seldom find this the method to go with

Is there a war memorial where you live? yes

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? My grandpa, my uncle

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? I wish it were bigger. <<<<<< preach

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? nope not that I can recall. 

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? never been

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride? No.. but thats a bucket list item for me

Are you normally a person to tell people off? Not at all

Do you currently have any bugbites? yep like 11

Is there currently any caffeine in your system? there is not. 

Look around, are things organized? uhhh pretty much so.

Is there any TV show that ended that you wish hadn’t? HECK YES

Know what you’re planning to do after this? I have to stop refreshing kiles screen. I need to just either go to bed and stare at the wall, or write another surv.

How would you spend a lazy afternoon? So a typical day for me? I just watch TV, go on YouTube, scroll through my social medias, do surveys, read, rest... << pretty close

How often do you update your Facebook status? never

What’s the first thing you’d want to see if you visited New York City? Probably Times Square.

When you feel stressed, do you take things out on the wrong people? not often, no.

Do you even wear any jeans other than skinny anymore? just jeans usually. I’m trying to get non-ripped.

Do you shop at Plato’s Closet? No.

Are you sensitive to caffeine? yup. little bit goes a long way

Have you ever been ice-blocking? huh

Would you rather live in Austin, Boulder, Brooklyn or Portland? Portland. 

How do you usually get around? By car.

Which languages do you wish you could speak fluently in? ASL, dutch, spanish

Have you ever been accused of being too clingy? No.

Have you ever tried yoga? Nah.

Do you like Vitamin Water? yeah i mean as much as the next guy lol Can you speak any French? No.

Do you think too little or too much? Tooooo much.

Have you ever read anything by Shakespeare? yes I have

Do you know anyone with the last name Green? yes

Favorite yogurt flavor? orange cremesicle

Are you creative? i can be!

What are you listening to? GG an the fan

What are you doing this weekend? fun things 

Are you a neat freak? yes a little

Does your phone ring or vibrate? It vibrates currently

Is the fear of butterflies a common fear? whaaaaaaaat? why would anyone fear a butterfly

Last place you went besides your house? errands

Is your phone a touch screen? Yes.

When you listen to a new song, do you usually play it over and over? if it has a good beat yes

How do you take your coffee or tea? pretty much just honey / sugar.

Ever been to a REAL metal show? what is that.

Do you listen to songs more for the lyrics or the sound? LYRICS. always

Have you ever cut your own hair and been satisfied with the outcome? yes! I need to cut my hair.

Do you multitask well? I think arguably, I can hold my own

When was the last time you couldn’t stop smiling? It’s been so, so long.

Do you like making up nicknames for people? absolutely I do

Leather or lace? leather

What’s a country you’d love to visit? Switzerland

How much money do you have in your wallet right now? a bit

How much time do you spend on the computer? more when Im doing this

[pbandjesse]

I wish today wasnt over. Last I said last night this weekend is going to feel like a 30 minute lunch break and I wont feel any better and it sucks. And it doesnt help that I didnt sleep well again last night. But it wasnt a bad day. I just wasnt as productive as I wanted,and I slept in until almost 11 because I felt so crappy. I just want to feel better. 

When I got up I felt a little off because it was so late in the morning. I got dressed and felt cute but my hair felt very greasy. I put dry shampoo in it and moved on. I had breakfast and worked on my knitting a little. But after an hour I just wasnt feeling it today. That was okay. I watched a video and knit and had breakfast and it was good. 

I wanted to try playing around with dying leather. I used the dye that I got with Jess last week and painted my tan boots that I never wear. If anything they just look worn in now, but maybe Ill actually wear them now that they arent so bright. Well have to see as they dry more. 

Around 1 I decided I would go for a drive. I said goodbye to James and headed to savers. It was a nice drive. I had a good podcast to listen to. I parked and walked the one bag of clothes to donate and got my coupon. Which I didnt end up needing because my account already had a coupon on it. Sweet. 

I did have a nice time walking around. I got another birthday clown bear. It was for april (and James got me a february in the mail today too) which I thought I didnt have but I did. Aw well. I actually found two of the april ones so that would have been funny to have three. 

I also got a little plant growing kit for edible flowers for James to grow. And I got a few really excellent patterned dressed Im pretty jazzed about.  A long brown floral one. A short tshirt one for at home comfort. And I got this beautiful white one with embroidery that I will probably never wear but I love and couldnt help myself. Very pleased with my purchases. 

After a few more circles around the store I headed out. I decided to get tacobell for lunch. I accidently hit the curb but it was okay. I checked, didnt hurt the car. I had my tacos in the parking lot. And then decided I would check the five below for squishes. 

I actually ended up going to two five belows with no luck. They had the disney ones. Which are fine, but not really my thing. No micros or nothing. But that was alright. I got stickers and candy and a fluffy pair of sandal slippers that are very silly but I love. But I was very tired so it was time to go home. 

I went the back way home so I didnt go on the highway. Only took a few extra minutes but it was nice to have different scenery. 

When I got back here I got the mail and brought everything up. I was excited to find one of the harnesses I ordered came, along with that other birthday clown bear.  And an apron I dont think I ordered? Like Ill take it but I have no idea where it came from and if it was a mistake or something. Very strange. Its a nice apron at least. One of those linen cross back ones. It will be good for camp. 

I tried on all the new things and took tags off of everything. I put things away. And went to lay in the studio for a long while. 

I actually had the sun set around me. And only got up when James was done work at 6. 

I came to sit in the dungeon with them and they made us quesadillas. I watched James play video games for a while, watched tiktoks. They made peanutbutter cookies that still tasted like cookie dough.Which was awesome.  And washed my hair. I feel very tired now and I really hope I can just sleep tonight but I dont exactly have high hopes. 

I hope you sleep alright though. Tomorrow were going to go have cake at James's parents for Tucker's birthday. He gets carrot cake for his birthday cake and I love carrot cake so that will be nice. I hope the rest of the day is nice too. Goodnight everyone.