#thank god theyre on my thigh

[n0thing2me]

i wanna do my arms again

[nxtaliaistyping]

hii i recently became obsessed with your writing and links theyre so good😖do you think u could write something about tim drake getting nasty w his s/o like him being really into eating pussy or maybe give a few more link reqs ?? anyways luv uu

Tim Drake being a nasty boy lmao

Authors note: oh darling, flattery will get you EVERYWHERE on this blog. Thank you very much for your sweet comments.

18+ nsfw, fem reader, kinda public play

“Christ Tim!”

You harshly whisper at him, feeling the breath on your ear as his hand wanders down. Nursing your drink, you glance around the packed gala to ensure nobody was looking in your direction, or they’d see your boyfriend attempting to grope your ass over your tight dress.

“C’mon birdie, it’s not my fault.” He mumbles, but withdraws his hand just the same. “I wouldn’t be so desperate if you’d have let me-“

You cut him off with a slight slap of his arm, knowing what he was gonna say before he finished. Tim hated these things, charity gala’s full of stuck up rich folk who cared more about their public image than helping whatever group the gala was pledging to support. But being adopted by practically the richest and most philanthropic man means he has to make appearances, much to his dismay.

You’d had to practically drag him out of bed and into a suit, before you started to get yourself ready. That’s when he started, kissing up and down your neck and collarbones as you were applying your moisturiser. But it quickly escalated to him practically crawling under your vanity and begging you to let him eat your pussy.

Any other day you’d have let him, sinking back into your chair and letting him lap at you like an obedient puppy. But you knew if you let him you’d never get to the gala, and his dad would have had another stern talk with Tim about the responsibility of public life and image, so you pushed him away, ignoring the neglected throb of your clit.

But it didn’t stop him from trying, in the car over when he groped at your thighs. He grinned when you couldn’t hold back your smile, before huffing when you told him you weren’t changing your mind.

So now you were both stood like wallflowers, watching the elite of Gotham schmooze over expensive shrimps and champagne, while you try and ignore your pussy leaking.

“Tim, can’t you just pretend to enjoy yourself?”

He smirks, leaning in and biting your ear playfully. “I know how I’d really enjoy myself”

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t think that your father’s guests would appreciate you fucking me over the buffet table.”

“Babyyyy.” He whines, “you know I don’t mean that. I meant we could go someplace…”

You laugh softly, shaking your head a little at his antics. He hums, his hand holding your waist and pulling you into him. “Birdie I’m serious…I bet I could make you cum so quick we’d hardly be gone.”

“Bit cocky of you, Drake.” You tease, but god you can’t deny you’re tempted. The boredom of such a stuffy party has really set in, and as his fingers dance along your back, you get the sense he’ll achieve his wants regardless.

“I’ve got the skills, what can I say?” He laughs softly, before squeezing your ass a little. “C’mon…please?”

You sigh, thighs pressed together before relenting. Giving him a playful glare, you whisper to him. “Alright. You have five minutes.”

That’s how you find yourself with your back pressed against the wall of an empty corridor, and Tim sinking to his knees. He rolls the tight fabric of your dress up, exposing your wet panties.

“And you say I’m the desperate one.” Tim taunts at you, before you playfully roll your eyes.

Undeterred, he gently places a few kisses on your inner thighs, dragging his tongue up and causing you to shiver a little. He gently nibbles, before you whimper gently.

“Tim…thought you were on a time limit.”

“Can’t I appreciate my girl? Especially when I’m about to do my favorite activity?”

Despite the tough face you’re attempting to put on, you can’t deny the teasing lilt of his words makes you blush. But alas he pulls down your panties, eyeing up your dripping cunt with a facial expression that screams desire.

He leans in and sniffs, causing your blush to deepen at how truly desperate he looks down there, before he sticks out his tongue and licks a broad stripe along your folds. You whimper softly, as he repeats the motion a few times, before he really gets stuck in.

The sounds are obscene, as he delves in like an explorer, nose brushing against your clit as he practically makes out with your hole. Hyper aware that you’re both still semi in public, you clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle any more noises. You don’t want to get busted because one drunk social climber decides to leave the gala early and explore, only to find Bruce Wayne’s son with his tongue up his girlfriend.

Your hips gently rock into his face as he continues to slurp and suck every part of your pussy. Shaking his head, he ensures no inch is spared from his appendage. He plunges his tongue into your hole before licking up and flicking against your clit quickly just to watch you shiver.

When he pulls away for breath, the lower half of his face shines with a mixture of spit and your juices, but he doesn’t stop for long before diving right back in.

“I love how you taste.” He says against you, sucking your clit into his mouth.

You try and thank him, but you don’t trust yourself to not moan loud enough for someone to hear, so you keep quiet. A hand tangles its way into his hair, and you tug gently to manoeuvre him into the right area.

He can tell you’re getting closer, reading your body language well, so he doubles down on your clit. Moaning into you, his nose is practically completely covered with your pubic hair due to how much he’s pushing his face into you, not wanting to breathe anything that isn’t your smell.

With a choked warning, you cum in his mouth, small gasps and moans escaping you as your fist locks in his hair. Your chest heaves with shaky breaths as you come down, but Tim doesn’t stop. He licks at your folds, your inner thighs, attempting to drink up every last bit of cum that he can.

“t-tim…” you moan out, knowing you both have been gone for too long.

“I know I know.” He mumbles, not being able to resist a few more laps at your hole before reluctantly pulling away. “I could have given you another one birdie.”

You laugh softly. “I know babe.”

Just then, you hear someone walking down the corridor, and you quickly yank your panties up while Tim stands and pulls your dress back down. Just in time for Jason to come round the corner.

“Tim, been lookin’ for you everywhere. Bruce is gonna make his speech, wants a picture with everyone afterwards, get your ass back inside.” He says, eyeing you both.

“We’ll be right there.” You reply, attempting to smile normally, to which Jason hums.

The older brother turns to leave, but not before looking over his shoulder. ‘And Tim dear? Wipe your face before you get in.”

[luvfy0dor]

Bites or Hickeys? Various x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; suggestive, obv biting, hickeys, perhaps ooc,

Fandoms; Bungo Stray Dogs, Death Note, Attack on Titan, Obey Me

A/n; ogs remember when I was purple, but anyways happy 1 year of writing to me!! I'm super proud of my account and I'm so insanely thankful for all the love I've received and acquaintances/friends I've made. Thank you guys so much <3 even tho there have been times where I really thought I'd quit, I kept going and I'm so grateful I did

Bites ★

The feeling of their teeth sinking into your skin makes them feel almost electric, as if a spark has been lit inside their chest and cause an explosion of carnal desire. Some are softer with it, kissing and licking over the imprints of their teeth to soothe the mild pain it might have caused, but others just bite and move on to the next unoccupied spot. They can't help how desperate they are for you and to prove to themselves that they have you, and their affectionate gestures prove that theyre yours. After all, they'd never do the same for anyone else. Ofcourse after the heat of the moment died down, whether they were gentler or rougher earlier, they'd kiss over the indents and whisper soft praises and murmurs about whatever came to mind. Moments like those were their favorites- second to the actual rendezvous, ofcourse.

• RANPO, Dazai, Akutagwa, Kaji, Twain, Sasha, Zeke, Pieck, MELLO, Belphie, Satan, Leviathan

Hickeys ★

They prefer giving hickeys, sometimes because they think it's classier than biting, and others because they don't want to hurt you by biting too hard. They will, however, make you look just as ravaged, littering your pretty skin with dark, organically shaped marks. Their hands pin your wrists above your head while they suck and lick at your neck, humming as if they were enjoying a meal made by a world-class chef. Their eyes would flicker up to meet yours every now and again, lips curling upwards as they shove one of their knees between yours, allowing you to grind against their thigh while they make quick work of undoing your top and belt. They're far more shameless when they're leaving them along your thighs, so shameless that you almost look like you were bruised- no one was going to see them anyways, so why should they be modest? They'd be lying if they said being able to claim you in such a way didnt turn them on. ♡⁠˖

• fyodor, Sigma, Kunikida, Ango, Mori, Fitzgerald, Fukuzawa, Margaret, Poe, Erwin, Mikasa, Reiner, Historia, Lucifer

Both! ★

They simply can't choose, whether adorning your neck and thighs in dark, dotted half-moons or burgundy splotches, they can't get enough of you. They usually leave them in concealed places, but sometimes it's so difficult to not mark you up all over, especially when you're writhing underneath them and clinging to them like a vice because their lips and mouth just feel that good. You'd intertwines your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer or tugging them away when you're lying breathlessly in the wrinkled and messy sheets. They'd ask you if it's too much, rubbing circles into the sides of your hips with a wide, cheeky grin. God, you looked so good underneath them, all bashful and shy with your eyes half lidded and your lips slightly agape. Your labored breaths and quiet sighs were like music to their ears, so really, how could they choose just one when they could give you both and double the fun? ♡⁠˖

• NIKOLAI, Chuuya, yosano, bram, Oda, Atsushi, Lucy, Mushitaro, Tecchou, Tachihara, Eren, jean, Connie, Armin, Hange, maybeee levi, Ymir, Matt, Matsuda, Misa, im torn between both and neither for L, Mammon, Asmo, Beel

Neither ★

They prefer not to leave a physical mark on you, but rather give you a good time to remember them by. A mark will fade quicker than a memory. ♡⁠˖

• Nathaniel Hawthorne, Light, Jouno

A/n: hey chat I didn't realize today was my anniversary so I kinda speedran the characters, it might not be SUIUUPER in character so I'm sorry 😞

[iamnotdeadyet]

Hiii! I have been reading your works and theyre honestly really good! Keep it up!! ♥️♥️ id like to request a bf gojo and a chubby reader bc i havent been feeling that confident lately and there isnt much chubby reader content 😅😓

Please and thank youuu ♥️♥️🐄

Thank you for your supportttt♥︎♥︎ since you're my first request , here's a star.☆ if you cant see it, its because your beauty outshines it.♥︎

A full course meal

|| Bf!Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Reader

Gojo Satoru liked your body, loved and worshiped it even. That was merely a fact.

But he enjoyed it more when you liked it too. After all he didn't want you covering your plump hips by wearing baggy clothes and he sure as hell didn't like it when you avoided face sitting. It was his favourite part of the day! COming home after a mission and releasing some stress by making your fat cunt cum on his tongue while you took the breath away from him-literally and figuratively he likes both dw.

So when out of the blue you just start avoiding it, he starts to get concerned. Did he overdo it? But you said you liked it! Was he getting worse? With the way your pretty pussy was squirting on him and your thighs trembled around his head, he didn't think so. So why? And what better way to figure out than to ask you?

"Well...i..."

"Hm? You what? You're drop dead gorgeous? You're hotter than the sun? I already know that, so answer my question."

Your nerves ease a bit at his cliche pick-ups and a chuckle leaves your lips involutarly.

"I...I'm too heavy..." It comes out as a mumble but by god...when he even catches a hint of the word 'heavy' he wants to laugh out loud.

But he has sense and he knows it would make you feel worse rather than showing he didn't agree at all. So for once, he lets his actions do the work.

And by that i mean he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes-or rather a towel after shower, because that's what he made it look like.

"Heavy? You're not 'heavy'. The only thing heavy here is my love for you and that pretty plump ass of yours, babe."

And that's how he carried you around the whole day. Bridal style, princess style, piggyback, nelson, it didn't matter. He was determined to show you that you weighted NOTHING to him and that it was NOTHING to worry about.

And honestly...after that and how he kept you close to him while you cuddled and watched a cheesy rom-com...you dont think you could wish for more.

"Youre my full course meal of a girlfriend, babe~♥︎ It doesn't matter what other people say, mkay?" He says as he kisses your forehead goodnight. "And dont forget that!"

You're sure you look and sound like a lovesick fool when you tell him you love him but hey. At least you're both lovesick fools with a happy end.♥︎

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iamnotdeadyet owns this

[spitinsideme]

Honestly, girl (and anon), you're so right. Like, bro, I'm a furry, and that knot shit always grosses me tf out. It seems to me it's normalized in my Fandom, but hey, that's a different conversation entirely. We should get more afab representation with nsfw fics and art. But that is not to say I hate folk under the Trans umbrella lmao. I need to get to writing more stuff and actually finish it like God damn I have a problem with abandoning shit.

yeah !!! i mean obviously its normalised in lime furry since its a thing in that community mostly, but i think that there is so little attentiin to vaginas in like MOST places actually which really sucks. i think some of this is that lesbian relationshios are somewhat rare to come across (not as much anymore, but still) and even then lesbian sex is MUCH rarer. like healthy lesbian sex not for men to wank off to. i do also havw to say that a lot of people label lesbians as pure and shit, like people who dont have sex and its this like "oh theyre just two girls in love !!" and whenever lesbian sex IS talked about, a lot of people are quick to go "oh thats all for male gaze" as if women dont have sex wkrh other women in wlw relatiionships ? i dont think people mean bad when theh sah these things, but when SO MUCH of lesbian sex is accused of being only for the male gaze it makes lesbians seem like these pure relationshios where 5hey can do nothing rxcept go on little dates and its sort of infantalised in that way ? like two tirls being togethe4 is nothing more than two girls holding hands and kissing (but not with any sdxual feelings !) and going on walks togeher and shit. i think that this is very obviously in the movie love lies bleeding, whwre i have seen many people say the sex was "clearly for the male gaze" when it really isnt. if we assume everything is for men, then what do we have left ? i feel like this is a whole other problem that is relevant to this actyally, but its a differnt problem entirely and has its own thing going on

we need more oussy representation !!!! give us aroused vaginas !!!! explain that wetness running down her thighs in detail please and thank you !!! make her squirt !!!

[freeuselandonorris]

Omg ur back thank god you closed asks right as I was gonna send the ask about Lewis/trans!lando 😭 but anyways here it is this is long and ramble-ly but if anyone sees this and can make smth coherent out of this I would literally give you the world

So okay I imagine the first time they fuck is after Lewis wins something; a race, the championship, etc and he’s looking to celebrate and obviously landos slept with a bunch of ppl in the paddock and he’s talking to someone and taking someone home (maybe Daniel 👀👀) and he recommends lando. So Lewis asks him if he’s down and of course lando is and he’s kinda freaking out bc lewis could have anyone and he chose him?? so later that night when lewis shows up at his room, lando is almost shaking with anticipation at being fucked by The Lewis Hamilton. Another hc I have is that lando gets like ridiculously wet so all it takes is Lewis grabbing his curls to pull his head back to kiss his neck and he’s dripping already and Lewis comments on it the second he’s got him on the bed ass up; lando easily letting him move him wherever he wants. Hc #2: Lewis loves the typical porn dirty talk that would make you cringe if it were coming from anyone else but bc it’s Lewis its got lando shivering and dripping even more when Lewis pulls his underwear to the side and comments on his “wet little cunt.” And when Lewis finally pushes his (huge, lbh) dick inside and wastes no time pounding into him lando is done for and it takes him no time at all to start letting out little squirts on every thrust. The first time it happens Lewis does the Thing where he pulls out and tries to coax a big one out of him before shoving back in. It only takes a few more thrusts for it to start again and this time when Lewis goes to pull out landos had shoots back and he cries out a broken “no, please, just keep going.” And Lewis does and lando just… doesn’t stop squirting. At some point Lewis sneaks a slick thumb down to his arsehole and after pausing to ask for permission he slips it inside and the squirts get just a little bigger. And landos just whining for it harder and for Lewis to not stop and this might just be the best sex of Lewis’ life. lando finally cums with a sob, clamping down on Lewis’ dick, making him bury himself deep and finish inside. When he pulls out he gets a good look at their surroundings; the bed is soaked, lando having slumped down into a massive puddle that when he looks down Lewis sees is spilling onto the floor. Lando is wrecked; is thighs dripping where theyre splayed apart lazily where he genuinely gets scared he might have passed out until he sees his chest rise and fall.

They don’t start dating or anything, don’t even fuck that often which lando is almost thankful for bc there’s no way he could handle that every day. But they do meet up every so often when Lewis gets a good result. It’s just as good every time, until Lewis seeks him out after a bad race… and if he thought Lewis gave it to him good when he was happy, he’s in for the ride of his life taking Lewis when he’s mad…

(I hope this wasn’t too much feel free to ignore if it is I just started going and couldn’t stop lmao… kinda like…)

!!! this is hot as fuck thank you for blessing my inbox with it anon! huge fan of lewis/lando as a rarepair in general and even huger fan of trans lando squirting about it. what i wouldn’t give, etc etc

[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaaaand mama's back! First of all, let me say how grateful I was and am to get so many messages from people sharing their stories and wishing me all the best - made me tear up multiple times not gonna lie. Thank you all so much and let's dive right back in. <3

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, would this really be a Nova original if there wasn't at least a lil bit crack?, Licht's getting a little sad

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 690

Chevalier Michel

yk i had a thought for this one

obviously hes a top

but but, hear me out - what if he wasn't?

:)

imagine his cold, blue eyes that normally resemble a frozen lake

well that thick ice is now shattered as he's pressing his head into his pillow, trying not to wake up his annoying brothers (Clavis) while you suck him off

hes a lil bit embarrassed about the way his fists and thighs are clenched together because hes Chevalier Michel, no one makes him this weak

well, exept for you of course

but no one is allowed to find out

i think that hes a little bit bratty as a bottom

like, you want to make him beg? well beg for it.

its kind of a back and forth

but just threaten him to stop and its like a different man lies before you

just imagine him beg for you to get him off in that deep voice

Luke Randolph

i'm a huge suporter of the 'luke only cuddlefucks' theory that a great researcher (me) brought to life

i mean that man sleeps the entire day so why not, right?

he gets horny really fast, just like Gilbert

hes also big, and i dont only mean his body

big boy, gimme a big booooy-

strong hands hold you in place - in front of him, holding you against his chest while slowly fucking you from behind

100% whispers sleepy shit into your ear

honestly so sweet

idk why this is so funny to me but imagine him just falling asleep mid-sex

you're just laying there like '...uh''

lucky for you, this man is into sleep play, so just finish the job yourself~

Yves Kloss

honestly? i think hes one of those really cute and soft tops

soft tops are the best, are they not

but i don't think hes really focused on the sex part

hes a big aftercare guy

he honestly just wants to spoil you and make sure you're all pretty for him

150 step korean skincare routine after every single session without fail

bathing together with him is the most normal thing in the world

hums into your ear while massaging your shoulders

praise praise praise

i honestly think that Yves would be so fucking obsessed with you - in a non-weird way tho

if youre comfortable then he is too <3

Jin Grandet

alright, heres my completely objective take on him

daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy

god i love this man so much

crush me with those honke- okay, sorry

i think hes the kind of guy who doesn't want to have one big session but like short ones scattered across the day

lil quickies yk

hes also shameless

so he just pulls you away whenever he wants to and you know what he wants

he has these 'please im so horny its not cool anymore' eyes

and if youre like me then fuck it, leggo

gives zero fucks about how loud you are

castle staff hates it when he does that but as i said

shameless (hot) asshole

Licht Klein

grumpy ass bottom

not even bratty, just grumpy as fuck

but i think thats what makes the entire thing so thrilling for him

yeah so what if he doesnt care what you do? what are you gonna do about it?

okay maybe hes a little bratty

not the guy that makes a lot of sounds while having sex

he kinda just lays there enjoying the attention hes getting from you - the sex is just a lil bonus

tries to take control on very impatient days

but nuh- uh, his moody ass is staying down

100% sure that he has these 'pls humiliate me' days

theyre rare, yeah, but getting told hes the 'bad sibling' his entire life fucked a little with his brain

pls give him aftercare

Leon Dompteur

i swear i need three tries to get his last name right every single fucking time

anyways, this mans obviously a top

he treats you like youre the deity hes praying to every single day

literally worthsips you so much

i think hes a big vanilla boi

no choking or bondage, just sweet sweet vanilla sex

his hands are huge and everywhere, like a blanket that just never ends

big praise guy too

loves to give it and absolutely thrives off of getting some back

please tell him that hes doing a good job, tell him how good his cock is making you feel

hes a big cuddler too, so get ready for some cozy aftercare <3

[minophus]

i implore u to talks some more about the most recent piece u made with gabby & the councilors.. i keep going back to look at it & appreciate it more each time. How gabby isnt covered by the cloth but rather, framed - how LARGE he is in comparison to the councilors but appears so non threatening. only curious. im especially obsessed with the councilor praying..is it thanking the lord for the meal hes about to have, or asking for forgiveness for how its about to desecrate such a beautiful, pure thing? & the hand on the other councilors thigh ?! i need your thought process PLEASE!!!!

AHHH !!! AAAHHHH !!!

Regarding the cloth i like to think its a symbol of his (very subtle reference to the big text going down the pic[silly tone]) purity in the eyes of his faith. Rather than being.. intact and stable, still keeping a grip on him and suffocating him, it's kind of splayed about. It reveals his true self more and more. He feels free when he lets go of it.

Ooh, I like that, the difference btwn him and the councillors...I think it could be seen as him submitting the raw power of his true Happiest self to their will. for now. Definitely unintentional but suuch a good little pick either way.*

Hehe. I was thinking abt the praying one a lot. I adore both of the things you said. They work equally as well. I think he is praying to whatever God he has left in his head to forgive him and all the others for the things happening between them...despite their preachings to the masses of how what they do away from public eye is unforgivable. Theyre at the top of the pyramid they can find any loophole

That little hand on thigh action i like to think is a little gesture about how the councillors are very much not immune to the things gabriel feels(just with less violence Hehe)...They feel it, they feel it between eachother, they want to feel eachother.** They want to feel somebody. Theyre very repressed but with their power, like i said, they can justify anything thru a loophole of some sort... I also want to point out that they're the only ones whose faces you can really see. Admittedly im running on less brainpower so i do not remember my intention w/ that but oh well. just more deets to point out.

I hope this was cohesive.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

i cannot get this out of my head, so have a wholesome hurt/comfort moment tonight >>>

bucky’s been reconnecting with his family, and one of his college-age nieces has been having a rough time with her mental health so he sends her pictures of steve looking dumb and she sends him tiktoks and sometimes he shares a piece or two of his own healing with her.

so one day she sends him a tiktok and the accompanying text is “dont say a word old man”. and the video is Emhahee’s song “I Am”. and it takes bucky out at the knees.

steve comes back from working out to find bucky sitting at the edge of the couch, wiping his eyes. he plops down next to him, groaning at his sore muscles. bucky huffs a laugh and leans back, relaxing into steve’s arm across his shoulders. steve kisses bucky’s head, bucky pinches steve’s thigh. and bucky picks up his phone and plays the song for steve, and by the end of it theyre both teary eyed. steve kisses bucky’s head again and leaves his mouth pressed against his soft hair.

I am a person and for that I’m glad / I have plenty of good in me along with the bad / I’m not in trouble and nobody’s mad / I just am, I just am, I just am

so a few days later, steve looks up the song again. he liked the singer’s simple style - sometimes music gets overwhelming as his brain naturally tracks every instrument and harmony and inhale and - yeah sometimes just a voice and a ukelele is better. for steve’s brain.

and her song “Rich Man” makes him smile as he washes his face. he listens to it a few times and sends it to bucky. but as he hears bucky come in the front door, as steve pulls out one of bucky’s tshirts to inevitably stretch out with his shoulders over the course of the day - the song switches to her song “My Silly Body”.

and steve can make out bucky setting down a cardboard tray with coffees, a paper bag, his keys - it takes a bit of juggling with only one arm - and steve can smell bucky’s deodorant and their laundry detergent and he can feel his steady heart pick up and steve just. sits on the bed. and starts crying.

bucky comes in pretty quick after that, but he can also hear the song playing quietly from steve’s phone. and in an echo of last time, stands in front of steve and pulls him to put his face against bucky’s stomach. runs his fingers through steve’s damp hair. and lets his big guy cry.

I’m best friends with my body cause I dont always fit in / My body talks to me all day - I’m learning to listen

https://youtu.be/8ybbMiKaNl0?si=-t4PDcnYQoqKtNoI

https://youtu.be/YO63SnpVHyY?si=rBZtRjOBi7w495Mo

https://youtu.be/0TNV2ZDq_fI?feature=shared

[Link 1] to "I Am" by Emhahee

[Link 2] to "rich man" by Emhahee

[Link 3] to "My Silly Body" by Emhahee

I just listened to those songs and hearing them in combination with your writing-?

I... I don't have words.

Oh my fucking GOD!

That's so fucking sweet. So fucking perfect. It's just so 🤌🏻sweet🤌🏻

Bucky bonding with his family, Bucky's domesticity, Steve's domesticity, and, just, the sheer emotion. Oh.

Oh, boys.

This is perfect. I love it. Thank you thank you thank you for sharing this with me!!

[ludinusdaleth]

You reference your weight gain on t a lot, what are the changes like exactly? Signed someone interested in that sort of thing with hrt and in general

oh boy, well, a lot. full disclosure ive only gained about 50lbs on t and i want to gain more so this isnt a final form nor is it the end-all-be-all of a fat body - im chubby but i dont even have a belly overhang yet, though id love to.

-my weights primarily in my belly, thighs, a bit of my chest, and definitely my face. the first noticeable thing was growing a double chin very fast. t has not distributed weight from my hips yet, so i have some fat there, which, if it happened to others, may make them dysphoric. honestly, sometimes i am insecure about it, but my gender presentation is so thoroughly "looking thick as fuck in all ways including feminine ones" that if they got bigger i think id adore it

-i feel like i take up more space in general. i used to be able to slide between people and small entrances easily but my belly very easily gets in the way. i really dont mind

-it's kind of really comforting to be able to grab my belly and just squish & paw at it. used to be when i was underweight just trying to grab it hurt

-between a lot of extra body hair and the weight gain, and being in texas, god am i sweaty. which is maybe the worst downside to it personally because im an overheater. but it is at least a boon to realize i dont get cold easily anymore at all - it dropped below freezing last winter, and i didnt even change from shorts, when i used to shiver at 50°F. im a furnace!

-finding pants sizes will be your worst enemy. but if youre into it at least the battle of squeezing into something you bought a mere month ago can be quite sexy and a sign of progress

-i went from having what i call concave ass (none ass) to a decent one and it is insane to feel it jiggle when i walk

-it is insane feeling all my body jiggle as i move in any way honestly. i really, really love it, feels more natural than breathing

-if youre a trans guy whos fat or wants to be i think the question of boobs will be conflicting, so there is something a bit humorous about t which deflates & at times shrinks your chest, vs gaining weight which makes them big. as a very obvious mans tits enjoyer, im quite happy theyre about a size larger now (though i always had a smaller chest so)

-the elephant in the room is always about health. and in many ways im not at peak health - but thats not because of my fat. the most i could maybe connect with it is i have higher cholesterol than before, but is it because i have a belly due to a thousand different hormonal & life factors, or is it because im a little too obsessed with milkshakes & funnel cake? i really actually feel better health wise than i ever did underweight and i feel alive. stronger. confident. and also, folk who gain weight and are unhealthy deserve infinite respect. bodies are just bodies. they do what bodies will do. and we do what we do in our bodies. all of those combine to what we are. thats a neutral fact, not something to shame or be afraid of.

-fatphobia absolutely exists, but so too do folk who support you. if you can find folk in your life who want you happy and know about your journey it can be beautiful. when i met up with my friend a few months after i began hrt, the first thing they said to me after "hi" was "oh, youve really gotten bigger!" and it made my day, i still think about it. be it friends who squeal at your progress to friends who like to be risque and go "oh, lets grow your beard out more before calling you a bear, big boy", i think support is the best part of it. im eternally thankful.

[louscartridge]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ(not so off) off day

han jisung x gn reader.

cw- mention of reader slightly crying, domestic fluff (han gets reader ready for bed. changes their clothes, brushing their teeth, ect), kinda hurt/comfort, not really proof read. half of this was written on a phone and the other half was written on my computer and i cant be asked to fix it so itll look weird or something idfk. 

summery- reader leaves han home without her on their only off day. saying the least, theyre both pretty sad and han helps both of you feel a bit better.

a/n- i kinda gave up like halfway through the fic so this sucks and my fics, ESPECIALLY my kpop fics have been flopping, but i need to post so whatever.

It was Sunday, so both you and jisung had off. however, you insisted on going to your company’s building to practice anyway, leaving jisung home with Chan, hyunjin, and changbin. the day went my exhaustingly slow for Han.

Chan had been in him room pretty much all day, doing god knows what, Hyunjin has been in his art studio all day, and changbin has been playing video games, leaving Han alone. He would alternate from being in his room to the living room, occasionally getting a “hey” from one of his roommates if they came out to get something to eat or something. Jisung had been laying on the couch in the now dark living room. the only light that was on, being the light that was coming from the tv. he took a short lived nap on the couch before being woken up to the sound of the door being opened and then closed. jisung rubbed his eye with his fingers, adjusting to the small yet bright light. He turned around and was greeted with you putting your bag beside the arm end of the couch. you plop down next to your boyfriend on the couch and snuggled into his side with a sigh. You burry your face into his neck and wrap your hands around his waist, your legs going over his thighs. he can feel that your eyelashes are slightly wet against his neck and jisung wraps his arms loosely around your hips.

“Rough day?” He asks in a sweet tone.

You shake your head yes slightly in an attempt to not shift your position. “mhm”

“m’sorry love” jisung moved his hands slightly so he can rub circles on your hip with his thumb.

“how was your day?” You ask him.

“boring. I missed you.” His voice is lazy, still laced with wanted sleep.

“I know I’m sorry. I missed you too.” You said pressing a few little kisses to his neck, close to his collar bone.

jisung could tell you were getting tired and on the verge of falling asleep in his embrace. Your words were getting merged together more with some slurring, your breathing was changing slightly, and you would randomly shoot your eyes open, fighting to stay awake.

“you want me to bring you our room and we can go to sleep?” Your boyfriend asks calmly.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep if I move” you said.

“you’ll get there” he knew you would. It might take you a bit, but you would. you always did. with the comfort of being in jisungs imbrace and knowing you werent alone, youve felt more comftorble sleeping. not only, did you have just your boyfriend with you, but three other men to protect you.  

han turned the tv off before he picked you up and grabbed your legs so they were wrapped just above his hips. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kept your face in his neck. 

he brought you to your shared room and then into the bathroom. he closed the bathroom door and sat you on the counter before taking your toothbrush and toothpaste out of the drawr next to your leg. 

han grabs your chin gently, tiliting your head up to the side a little. “open up baby”

you lazily open your mouth and soon after you can feel the tickiling sensation of han brushing your teeth. 

once he was done, he brought a little plastic cup to your mouth and held your hair back. 

“spit” 

you brought your head down a bit before spitting everything in your mouth out into the cup. 

“good job.” 

you smield slightly from his words. “mhm. thank you” 

han patted your head before opening the bathroom door. “ill be right back”

when han came back, he had one of his t-shirts and a clean pair of underwear in his hand. 

“here wait stand up for a second”  

you hopped off of the counter so you were now standing infront of jisung. 

“can i take your pants off?” han asked

“wow so romantic” you laughed. “yeah.” you awnserd with a shake of your head.

once he was done taking your pants off, he also slid off your underwear with your promisiom, before sliding on a new, clean pair of underwear. after that, you jumped back onto the counter and he took your shirt off to replace it with his. he didnt bother bringing you a pair of pants since he knew youre not on your period and you dont like to sleep in pants half the time anyway.

he picked you back up so you were holding onto his same as before, and threw you onto your bed, earning a giggle from you. 

you moved onto you spot of the bed as han took off his shirt and put on a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants.  

once he was ready, he climed into bed with you and you turned over and burried yourself deep into his chest. han gently took your face in his hands and kissed your forhead before wrapping his arms around your body.

you and han loved eachother. and han will always hold your hands when youre anxious and hell always kiss your forhead when you sleep in his arms. 

reblogs are greatly appreciated!! 

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[binch-i-might-be]

oh god. i cant. like. i have so many thoughts in my head rn. i need to choose just one to rant to you about. but my god. know i have SO MANY

and no bc i am constantly thinking about how they have to hide. how theyre so fucking in love but nobody can ever know. how their love is so fucking pure and sweet and yet nobody can ever see it, but the unhappy arranged marriages are flaunted for the world to see.

yk whats on my mind constantly? how nobody came to their wedding. because they couldnt. it would be too dangerous. not even the people who know. because it was already so dangerous, even when it was just them and the river and the stars.

and the LINE. "you can share your life with the man you love without fear and thats a luxury i will never have" lives in my brain. just constantly. like my god. you pulled out ALL the stops in that fic. that line tore me APART. like okay. what if i just sobbed.

god. im just. im cradling them in my hands. these poor poor boys.

- 🐥

give them to me ....... send them ALL 🌀

dude it literally rips me apart. that's one reason I'm so obsessed with the reincarnation au, because finally finally finally they get to hold hands and kiss and be silly and young and in love. they're constantly in each other's arms, touching at every chance, to make up for the 45 years they had to hide

NOBODY CAME TO THEIR WEDDING! it was just them and it was so special but. they didn't even have an officiant. because no one would have married them :(

THANK YOU. I loved that line, I loved that John was the one who got to say it to Martha. he needed that. he deserved that.

actually you mentioning the wedding and Martha reminded me of a little bonus fic taking place during Green Eyes that's been rotting in my drafts for like two years now, I'm gonna put a lil snippet under a cut!

yeah. cradling them kissing them tucking them in nice and tight and protecting them :(((

“Alex, dear, I- would you mind telling me a bit about that wedding of yours?” she said, brushing her thumb over a chip in the smooth porcelain cradled between her hands.

She had asked George about it after Alexander had left last night, but he hadn’t been able to tell her anything, either. He had not been present for it; on some level, she had been glad, even if that was petty, perhaps.

It was just hard for her, sometimes, to realise Alex felt he could be open with his father while he so obviously treaded on eggshells around her, even giving a warning every time he was about to mention the man he wanted to share his life with.

To know George hadn’t been involved in that wedding was a bit of a consolation.

Alex snapped his head up and regarded her with wide eyes. “Really?” he said, and there it was again, that guarded expression, as though he expected her to launch into a lecture about sodomy and the fate of his immortal soul any minute now.

Martha ignored the dull pang in her chest that came every time she was reminded her sweet little boy distrusted her on some level now, and forced a smile. It felt stiff on her face, and she knew she had raised a very sharp young man, so she hid it behind her cup.

“Yes, really. Of course, I have attended some weddings in my time, but I do think yours might have been very… special.”

Alex huffed a soft laugh and cut his gaze away, his eyes finding the gently shining ring on his finger instead, and a blissful little smile conquered his features. “You could say that.”

Well, that distraction had worked quicker than she would have thought.

“So?” she prompted, careful, and nudged her knee against her son’s thigh.

“Um,” he said and slowly turned his cup between his fingers, an old habit he had picked up from George, who liked to absentmindedly rotate everything from wineglass to teacup when he was lost in thought. “What would you like to know?”

“Let’s start with something simple,” she said, and Alexander chuckled. “The date?”

“June sixth,” he responded at once, smiling softly to himself.

“Oh, a summer-wedding? That must have been nice," she said in an attempt to show him he had nothing to fear right now, that he could be honest and open with her as he was with his father. "Your father and I got married when he was on leave in January. The snow was beautiful. Awfully cold, though."

Her first wedding had been in autumn, but Martha tended not to dwell on that chapter these days.

Alex snorted a laugh and took a sip of his tea; he wasn't tense, and he didn't seem suspicious of her intentions anymore.

It was a start, she thought.

"It was… a little different from your wedding, I think," he said. His eyes were so soft and happy, not even a trace of his earlier tears in sight, and Martha wished she could understand it all. What drew her son to that boy, and what drew Laurens to her son, and how they fit.

It just seemed so odd to her.

"How so?" she prompted gently after a beat.

Alex flushed a bit at that, didn't meet her eye. "Well, it was… private. Just the two of us, out under a tree at midnight. The- the moon was full that night. Cloudless sky." He took a slow breath, and his smile slipped a little, gained an almost sad note. Martha shuffled closer and squeezed his arm. "We went down to the river and said our vows under a willow."

He turned back to her, his smile returning full force. "It was perfect. There's not a single thing I would have changed."

Martha hummed, thoughtful. She couldn't help but wonder about the stricken look that had flickered across his features just now.

"You mean that, love?" she said, and Alex nodded, let his eyes slip back down to the ring he twisted around his finger–Martha had to bite back a fond smile at that gesture, something she herself had done for over twenty years now. Perhaps Alex hadn't only picked up his habits from his father, after all.

"What was that frown about, then?"

[littlesliceofimmortality]

Looks at you with my autistic eyes. Oliver headcanons please (if you haven't done that already)

(My eyeballs pop out of my head and stretch and touch yours.) Hi. THANKS for asking!!!hes such an weird animale to me

oliver d. swift

• d stands for dickens, but if you ask him, its just dick

• it/he/& neopronouns! usually defaults to ey/em asked what neos, but esp likes if theyre emojis or onomatopoeia

• transmasc homo homo gay, obv. been on T ever since he got a job, but doesnt care to get top or bottom surgery

• also either cupioromantic or cupiosexual. it doesnt yhink about it too hard nor is it strict about labelling itself

• also also objectum. half joke

• my fleshhead version of him has a scruff moustache but Also hes just a Hairy guy

• i keep forgetting they have canon heights but ima say it again because its so real. 5'3 compactly built and has a muffin top. gained No height while on T, but he did get acne! and General grime

• afro-columbian but didnt rlly learn about his heritage until late teens (since yakno no parents to teach him) ... has been embracing his culture more and more as he ages

• autism adhd & bpd, baby - TRIPLE combo! used to take meds for his adhd but it made his mood worse and took away his, and i quote, "quirkiness". 

• still on mood stabilizers though he needs that

• dabbles in a bit of every art form, fond of things that involve beads, but filmmaking has always been its one true love <3

• makes kandi bracelets and uses them as fidget toys, often accidentally breaking them

• the ones he DOESNT break he gives to his pals as gifts!

• has beads on his fez string too. changes it up - sometimes its 🏳️‍⚧️ or 🇨🇴 or 🏁. sometimes its a lizard 🦎 

• rediscovered a film ey did back in high school. it was a 43 minute recording of hands crushing peanuts in black and white while someone sang french opera in the back.

• oliver have no memory of making this nor can ey confirm it was em

• he did the catcus tattoo on his ankle himself! stick & poke :-)also has a ferret on his bicep and a cassette player on his inner thigh 

• mild carpal tunnel and wears wrist sleeve compressors to help but he works it like its a fashion choice

• similarly has a landyard that marks him as an employee, decked out with various pins and jangly keys

• has like five red flannels that are basically the same but have ever-so-subtle differences in the stripes 

• it works at a red horror attraction and wears a red fez and red clothes . red isnt even its favorite colors its bright green or something

• mr dickens let oliver do all the sound effects for the horror attraction (he doesnt know ey ripped them all from fnaf)

• knows literally everyone in dialtown idk how. dude shares blunts with God

• took photography classes with lola, raved with craig, had the same therapist as jerry, makes lunch plans with karen, passed bigfoot on the street and did a bro nod at him, boybestfriends with randy, gives gabby gifts on mothers day, just showed up at a mob gathering one day with drinks, etc etc. Need i go on

• never has a shortage of aquantinces but finds it hard to keep close friends

• 1 million contacts without pfps in his phone 1 million email notifications 1 million tabs open

• its The oliver! what else to say!!! uhmmCan he step on a landmine.please

[hyunsvngs]

Thank you juno. I can only imagine cute pikachu felix GOD THE RED CHEEKS. This was an absolute pleasure to read W O W. And the "we'll explore that next time" YES BLOOD PLEASE

Also, it makes me think of ot8 ghostface and theyre all gaslighting yn the whole time and it ends up a bloodbath o*gy when she finds out the truth after they kill everyone ejzkwnslwkdkw

the end is SO MY WET DREAM… if u know me u know i have a massive ghostface tattoo on my thigh he is my luvr. COMBINING THAT WITH SKZ… OH WTF…….

IM GLAD U LIKED IT THO<3

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 1 episode 22

spirk flirting

hahahahahahha these writers thought space travel would happen in the 90s

how can they tell if people are breathing on that ship

WORLD WAR III IN THE 90S???? IT WAS ABOUT EUGENICS?????

mccoy and spock bickering. i reiterate: mccoy thinks this is hot, spock doesnt give a shit

whos this lady am i supposed to care about her

spaceship coma pods look like those japanese pod hotels

scotty would "love to tear this baby apart" (he means the earth ship)

hahahahahahahahaha these writers thought we could travel past light speed in 2018

this girl was ogling kirks tits i think

scotty dont say "oriental"

what is this dude wearing. is this like a fucking gold mesh onesie. its so slutty

dudes been asleep for 200 years. ok

oh my god his tits

why did we need to know how many of the sleeping pod people were women

the 90s were a violent part of our history apparently

this dude is a Super Human from the Eugenics Era. horrifying!

i swear this guy had longer hair a second ago

god this episode better not be racist about this dude being indian

mccoy is so funny. gives advice to the dude choking him about how to kill him by cutting a certain artery. alright man.

they have this dude in the sluttiest shirt ive ever seen. full cleavage

he better not be evil

his name is khan? wasnt there a movie about this dude. and his wrath

this doesnt bode well

spock talks abt how having greater ability translates to greater ambition. yeah i think khan is evil

khan leave the girl alone. why are you being so mean.

dont touch her hair!!!

dont grab her like that!!!!

UGH SHE THINKS THIS IS HOT

why is kirks formal attire green

wow khan is incapable of wearing a non-slutty outfit

him making out with that girl would be fun if the music wasnt so sinister about it and also if he wasnt grabbing her so much

yeah hes definitely evil

star trek says dictatorships bad

Blue Drink

khan has just constant cleavage

suddenly khan is all about consent

suddenly consent is all about asking permission

i hate him

the image of an indian man seducing a white woman to take control of her just isnt that great. like i know its the 60s but still

ok khan was a literal dictator in the 90s

spock says dictatorships bad

so how about we just shoot this guy out into space

khan says eugenics good

i get hes evil and this plot is compelling but why did he have to be Notably Not White

khan doesnt have cleavage anymore :0 terrifying

woooaaahh khans escaped???? thats craaaaazyyyyy

suffocation before surrender

why didnt khan just kill them

good to see a brown dude extra among the good guys so we know the casting director wants us to think theyre not saying all brown dudes are evil

uhura is so cool. go girl

how is kirk a damsel in distress so often

khan hates friendship

"the captain is dead" no hes not

thank you for betraying khan history girl your horniness has not completely taken over your soul

"captain ive saved your life but please dont kill him" nevermind i hate you

Deadly Neurotoxin

show of brute strength by bending phaser like a spoon is sillier than khan thinks

yes kirk kill him with your thighs

/whacks u with a tube/

WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM GO

WHY ARE YOU GIVING HIM THE OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE OVER A PLANET

WHY

history girl i hate you. dont go with him. idiot

JUST KILL HIM

UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

welp. see you later khan. and your wrath.

paradise lost reference was ok

[honestandveiled]

Part I - Spinach Lasagne

The first thing I noticed about him was the tattoos on his fingers when he served me my spinach lasagne. Yum, I thought to myself referring to the fingers. I live right across the restaurant and I come here every evening and order the same thing but those fingers are new. I usually bring my papers in a binder to read while I eat and stay a little longer and watch people. I look up to see the fingers' owner, new guy. He's got these chiseled arms, dishelved curls and sheen of hardwork on his face. He looked distracted. I smile at him and thank him, trying to hide my perving. Oh God, its been so long since I've gotten laid. Im perving on random guys who are serving me food. Ever since I started my PhD program, I barely had time for anything else - which is also why I get my dinner at this place everyday - its cheap and delicious and I'm too busy to cook. 

He nods in acknowledgment with a slight smile. Bon appetit he says and leaves. Usually I never stay until the place closes because id like to give the staff their space while closing it up, today however, I wanna see him again, even if it's just briefly. I had my papers to keep me company. Unconsciously curling my hair with my fingers with one hand and using the other to fidget with my pen, I was deeply engrossed in my papers. I only looked up because I noticed a sound at the counter - there he was. There's nobody else around. It was closing time. I lost track of time, I apologize and try to organize my mess of papers and ready to get up. 

"Um-uh you can actually stay longer if you'd like? I mean-n, we are closed but ill be around to finish up some cleaning and stuff. you're welcome to stay."

"You sure?

"Yeah, you look like you're in the zone with your work and I won't be done for another 45 mins so you're fine until then."

 "Thank you, that's so considerate! But that's okay ill head home - I need some coffee anyway." I know they don't sell coffee and I feel bad for imposing without buying anything extra.

"I can make you some coffee. God knows I could use a coffee and cigarette before my cleaning" 

"Huh. I didnt realize you folks sold coffee"

"Oh we dont. But I can make you one"

"Aw, thanks! Can you let me pay for it at least?"

"Do you smoke?"

"Mhm" I nod, embarrassed of my infinite attempts at quitting. In fact I successfully quit before I started my phd only to pick it back up. 

"You can pay me in company when I'm done making the coffee" 

--- 

We are standing at the back of the building in the biting cold, with the coffee warming our fingers and cigarette smoke our faces. 

"I'm y/n btw."  I extend my hand.

"Carmy". He closes in. Those fingers again. 

"Im actually a regular" 

"Oh I know. Spinach lasagne. You know I have like 8 other things on the menu right?" 

"Haha what can I say? The chef in there knows what theyre doing.  Id marry them for the lasagne" 

He laughed. "No, im serious. This is most pleasure I've experienced carnally in literally 10 months. Thank your chef for me - the lasagne has been a sex replacement for a poor ol phd student." Ugh I'm so horny its showing. I should probably shut up.

He blushed, blowing smoke from his mouth. "The chef's probably super deprived himself and uses food as a replacement too"

"What if the chef is deriving his talent from deprivation". We are talking about sex (or the lack thereof) very nonchalantly and I need to get used to it but my vagina is screaming. 

"Or- or - or hear me out. What if he actually gets a real good fucking and and - " he pauses and laughs "actually i have nothing to add. I think he needs some fucking"

"Id fuck him" i say without thinking. Clearly we are not talking about the chef anymore

"Right now?" He asks coming tad bit closer. 

"Right now." 

He comes closer, kissing me desparetely, lifting my thigh to wrap it around him. I can feel him grow against me while he's thrusting into me. I pull his curls closer and moan. 

"Inside. Now"

We sloppily move through the kitchen dropping our clothes as we head to an office thats dimly lit and scattered with papers. He pushes some papers to clear some space and puts me on the desk. He tries to go down on me. I pull him by his curls stopping him.

"Um-uh im very hairy down there. Havent exactly planned for this"

"Even better" he replies and goes to town. I bite my lip, conscious of my moaning sounds

"I like it when you're loud. Tell me how much you want this"

"Oh please keep going, i want you so bad."

He's moaning while he's eating me. "That feels so good. Please keep going", I mumble between my moans. He is flicking his tongue on my clit so firm and hard that it almost kills me, then he digs his finger into me while sucking on my clit. 

"Tell me what you want" he demands.

"This is so good. Keep going". Im going feral!

"Tell me or ill stop" he says almost pulling out his finger".

I let out a small cry. "Fuck me with more fingers!"

"Tell me how"

"Harder!"

He adds one more finger and fucks me really hard and fast with them. 

"More?" He asks and before I could say anything, "of course you'd want more, don't you my poor ol desperate student?" He mocks.

"Tell me exactly how many" he asks using the same demanding voice

"All your fingers. Please"

"I knew it" he quickly changes his stance to fist me hard and lifts his head up close and sucks on tongue and biting my lip lightly. I hold him tightly by his hair while he's fisting the daylights out of me. "You're driving me crazy" I breathe into his mouth. He kisses harder

"Ready to be fucked?" He asks almost earnestly

"Not yet. My turn" I try to grab his cock

"We are fucking. Im going to go inside you and thats the way this works"

"Nope. You don't make all the rules here.'  I look at him sternly while I hold his cock tightly in my hand pulling him towards me. Touching his balls lightly while I hold his length hard. He holds my jaw tightly "You wanna play hard? I could do hard" he says and before he could do anything I push him back to the wall, get on my knees and put him in my mouth. 

He moans as I suck on his tip and squeeze his ass towards me, lightly touching between his cheeks. He stands there accepting temporary defeat. I look him in the eye and say. "Grab my hair and make me go at the speed you'd like"

He uses my mouth to fuck hard and fast as I make glucking noies. "Fuck. You're so hot." 

He pulls my head away from his and brings me to his lips. "I need to be inside you." He pauses before he says "please" 

I kiss him back while he puts me back on the counter. I put my legs over his shoulders but he holds them by the ankles and moves them above my head and fucks me like its his last. When he finally comes he lets out one last groan and drops his head into my chest and gives small kisses. I kiss him on his face, my legs shaking visibly. He laughs and rubs my thighs along the sides and kisses them  "sh sh calm down. You did so good" I laugh a little embarrassed by my legs. 

"Water?"

"Water." I reply 

"I'll be back" he comes back with a glass of water for both of us. He kisses me with his water filled mouth. Spitting into mine and slowly moves away while I quench my thirst.

He drops a mattress on the floor 

"You had a mattress all along?"

"Sorry yeah." He runs his fingers through the back of his head sheepishly. "Got carried away. Come lie beside me"

Our naked backs to the floor we look up while he plays with my long curly hair while I his tattooed fingers. 

"Whats your phd in?" He asks 

"Computer science. Specifically machine learning. Statistical modelling that kind of thing"

"Tell me more"

"Some other night. Tell me about your finger tattoos"

"I got them when i was in juvie. Don't mean much now. Some other night"

We lie in silence and slowly drift away to sleep.

 -- 

An alarm goes off around 4.30 am. 

"Fuck!shit! Im sorry arrghh" he curses while trying to shut it down. I make sleepy noises and see his face looking at me.

"Darling. Hey- hey mwah, darling. I've got to leave now. Okay? Got some errands to run". I nod trying to make sense of my surroundings. 

"Im really sorry but you probably should too. My crew is gonna come in a couple of hours." I stretch my body while he runs his fingers against me and kisses my stomach. 

"What errands at..."I look at the watch "..4.30 in the morning?"

"Gotta pick up produce for today. Need spinach for your lasagna" he smiles 

"What kind of chef makes his waiter get produce at 4 in the morning and clean up at the end of the day?" I ask while we are putting on clothes. I steal a last kiss on his bare back before he puts his shirt on. 

"The chef who is deprived, remember? Actually not anymore apparently"

"You're the chef?" I laugh thinking we are still joking "why were you waiting tables?" 

"Short staffed yesterday"

"You're being serious? Omg. I said stupid things about the chef, sorry"

"I did too. Don't be sorry. It's all true. Ill walk you home?"

"Yes please".