#the glaze makes it a little harder to see tho

[foxounderscorecube]

[Image ID: digital artwork of an adventuring party. They stand on a grassy plain with a forest in the background; an owlbear peeks out through the trees. From left to right, the party consists of an elderly-looking white wizard with a wooden staff and purple-blue robes and wizard hat; a skinny, deathly pale human warlock with garish, oversized clothes and a head slightly too big for his body who holds a glass staff under his arm and proffers a red potion; a seated half-orc with plaited hair who draws in a notebook and a large brown spider with a flower crown sits partially in their lap; and a heavily muscled Goliath woman with bright green eyes, a frog statue tucked between her huge breasts, and extremely skimpy armour who leans on a silver sword and frowns sceptically at the potion held towards her by the warlock. Just behind the wizard and warlock is a patch of scorched ground, still smoking. End ID.]

I've been procrastinating this drawing for SO long, oh my god!!

This is one of the DnD parties I'm part of! We have Alzaar, a wizard cursed with old age for reasons yet to be uncovered by the party; Carlos, @jermagaunt's character, a charlatan warlock (well, sorlock now) with the catchphrase "It'th magic!" who makes shady potions that DO usually work but usually have some fun after-effects; Okanar, my half-orc ranger who loves animals (and who has, in fact, befriended the owlbear in the background; he is named Solomon) and would die before their beautiful giant wolf spider, Princess, ever faced pain or hardship; and the barbarian Virmaris, the obligatory thirst trap who tends to chat up the barmaids wherever the party is lodging. I started this after we finished The Lost Mine, and now we're nearing the end of Curse of Strahd, and given that we had a short-ish campaign between them AND it's taken us an absurd amount of time to do CoS.... yeah, suffice to say this drawing was waaaaay overdue being finished!

This drawing has been Glazed. UnGlazed versions of my art are available to my Ko-Fi supporters!

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, crying, angst, love making, alcohol consumption, fluff cause kinktober isn’t my strong suit💀

“Let me guess, the usual?” The bartender asks with a knowing smirk while he uses the white towel on his hip to clean yet another beer mug.

“You know me so well.” You tilt your head a slight smile just barely reaching your lips.

“Strawberry margarita coming right up.” he clicks his tongue and winks at you before starting your drink. “So, how bad was it?” He asks after a moment of silence.

Turning your attention away from your phone to look at the familiar face of your bartender, you respond. “Excuse me?”

“The breakup, you know.” Within a flash, your drink is sitting in front of you, and you still can’t understand how he always gets it ready so fast. Little did you know he always tried a little harder when it came to your order than the rest of his customers. What can he say? He had a little thing for you.

“How did-“ he quickly cuts you off.

“I know,” he smiles, taking the words right out of your mouth. “Lucky guess,” he shrugs.

“Very lucky, guess.” You eye him, taking a sip of your drink and staring into his eyes over the rim of your glass.

“Want me to be honest?” He wipes down the counter and leans his elbows onto it, meeting your curious gaze as you give him a nod to continue. “Well, I've never seen you before, but just recently, you started to frequent here.” he pauses for a second. “And tell me if I’m wrong, but the puffy eyes the off into space look, and though you’ve been coming here for a whole month, I have yet to see you genuinely smile.”

How the fuck did he know that? or maybe you were just that obvious who knows. “Well, maybe I just lost a family member or a friend.” you throw out other ideas.

“Hmm, possibly.” he taps the counter with his index finger. “But I’ve worked here a long time, and your eyes say heartbroken. Other people who lost family have this almost glazed-over look in their eyes, and no matter how deep you look, there’s still nothing but sorrow.”

So was he a fucking empath or a bartender?

“Okay, or I’m just taking it better than some people.” You don’t know why, but something about someone knowing the exact reason why you frequent the bar late at night was embarrassing. You felt like a typical girl crying over a piece of shit man that never cared about you in the first place.

“You’re good at throwing people off, I give you that,” he smiles. “Thing is, I can see that you want to smile. I can see that beyond those beautiful sparkling eyes of yours, that there’s so much more to you than downing more margaritas than I can count on my hands and feet.” your eyes shift away from his as you sip from your cup to avoid his intimidating gaze. “I can see that you’re broken.” your breath hitches that same annoying prickly feeling in your eyes, making itself known as a single tear rolled down your cheek. “But you can be repaired.” he strokes your cheek, a soft smile on his face while you stare at him helplessly. You just want the pain to go away, anything to distract you from the heartbreak because it’s been eating you from the inside out, and your bartender’s right, you are broken, but in your eyes, you feel broken beyond repair.

“No.” A shaky breath leaves your lips as you lean into his soft yet caring touch.

“One chance. I know it’s so random, but one chance.” he tucks your hair behind your ear, his thumb now lightly tracing your lipline in case you didn’t already know what he meant. “All I’m asking,” he whispers with a heavy heart.

He doesn’t know why, but the first day he laid eyes on you in the bar with mascara running down your cheeks and your quiet, broken sobs while you drowned yourself in alcohol, the only thing he ever wanted was to just see you smile.

And tonight might just be his lucky night.

Opening your eyes to meet his, you sniffle softly and mutter a small. “Okay,” and even though it’s small and barely there, he feels his heart race a million times faster when he sees the tiniest little smile on your face, but it wasn’t forced like the others you gave him in the past to try and make it seem like you were okay no this was real and if you gave him a chance he’d make you smile like that every morning.

𐃯 𐃯 𐃯

It was well past midnight by the time you both left the bar. heeseung drove you home since you had been drinking well, only one margarita but no drinking and driving on his watch.

You had both already entered your home, and you silently led him to your bedroom after taking off your shoes at the door.

He closed your bedroom door behind him, quickly zeroing in on your frame so delicate, fragile, and almost standoffish. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around your midsection, pressing his back against yours softly as he kisses your exposed shoulder, making you shiver cause it’s been a while since you felt a man’s touch.

Trailing his hands upward, he grips the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders and kissing the expanse of your soft neck. “He never called me beautiful,” you whisper as you tilt your head, allowing him to reach even more of your skin.

“He was blind,” he says, slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your dress. “So blind.” his kisses leave little tingles all over your skin.

Rolling your dress down your waist, he lets it pool around your feet, and his hands immediately find the warmth of your waist. Trailing his hand up, he cups your exposed breast with his left hand, smoothing his thumb over your nipple and kissing the shell of your ear.

The faint sound of moans fills his ears, and he smiles to himself cause he’s the one who’s behind them.

He switched to the other side of your neck, his right hand moving from your waist to your stomach, caressing your smooth skin. “So soft.” he takes his time with you, going slowly cause he knows it’s been a while for you, and he could say the same cause he also had been heartbroken before. That’s why the look in your eyes was so easy for him to detect.

While working his lips on your neck, he pulls his hands away from you to unbutton his dress shirt, letting it hit the floor before back hugging you, letting you feel his warm chest pressed against your naked back. He felt so broad. Just his hold on you made you feel safe as you relaxed further and further into his warm embrace.

Ever so slowly, he drops his palm between your legs, rubbing you through the silky material of your underwear. “Heeseung,” you gasp, feeling the heat of his palm stroking your core.

He moans the moment he feels just how wet you’ve gotten for him, and his kisses on your neck grow needy the longer he hears you moaning for him. “Y/n, I’m right here” he caresses your thigh softly, right hand still rubbing your clit through your panties. “Can I?” He slightly tugs on the crotch part of your panties, and he feels you nod against his shoulder. Without a second passing after your approval, he slips his fingers inside your underwear, running them delicately through your folds. “Y/n,” he whines just below your ear, relishing in the way you feel just on his fingers, and hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Heeseung, please,” you whimper, legs already giving out from his gentle touch.

The hint is not hard to understand, he knows exactly what you’re asking for, and he turns you around, pressing his lips on yours, finally getting a taste of you and your strawberry daiquiri as he replaces his hands on your lower back while yours play with his belt until it’s undone and his pants drop to his feet.

He gently pulled away from the kiss, picking you up carefully and slowly placing you onto the middle of your bed, seamlessly laying between your legs and dragging the material of your panties down slightly. “This okay?” He checks with you just to make, and you confirm, making him to continue his actions until you’re completely bare in front of him.

You jolted in place the moment you felt his breath hitting your core. His kisses and soft caresses on your thighs made you feel like you were so delicate and precious to him, and you were so so special to him, and you didn’t even know it yet, but when this night ended, you’d definitely know. “Heeseung,” you cry out loud in pleasure when his tongue meets your outer lips. You were in complete shock because you’ve never felt anything like this before.

He stops when he hears just how loud you are, thinking he might have scraped you with his teeth. “I'm sorry, you okay?” He kissed your mound, hands still continuously rubbing soft circles on your legs.

“Yeah, I just never..” you trailed off, and now that you think about it, the idea that your boyfriend never even did what a stranger was doing for you made you feel even more terrible about your relationship with that piece of shit.

Heeseung swears he misheard you cause what type of fucking idiot wouldn’t want to pleasure a sweet, beautiful woman like you? “He missed out.” he starts out using his finger to collect your arousal and slowly pushes it in. “Cause you’re the sweetest thing my tongue ever tasted” Without missing a beat, his mouth hovers over your core, softly licking your hooded clit as he works his finger in deeper and deeper.

Gripping onto the sheets with one hand, your other goes to pet his hair, rubbing your fingers over his scalp, making his eyes flutter shut while he savors every last drop of you.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to indulge in a new type of pleasure, one that you enjoy beyond words. You fall so deep into bliss you don’t even notice his second finger going in alongside his other, that is, until he starts curling them up, hitting your spot and making you see literal stars.

The tighter you grip his fingers, he knows the closer you’re getting, and he can’t wait to give you the orgasms that your precious body deserves.

When you pant, his name breathless and needy, he feels the repeated clench, and he sucks on your clit just a bit harder to heighten the pleasure of your high, still carefully working his fingers deep inside you, he moans into your heat when your hold on his hair gets a bit rougher, but he doesn’t mind he loves your raw reaction to the pleasure he gives you.

Humming at your taste, he slowly pulls his fingers out of your soaked core, replacing them with his tongue so he can swallow your juices, giving you the full experience and showing you what a real man does for a woman when he really loves and appreciates her.

When your moans turned to soft whimpers, and your body shook ever so slightly, he pulled away from you but not before placing a soft few kisses on the delicious, delicate area.

Seconds later, your sounds are ones of sadness. Your moans turn into quiet sobs, and he immediately hovers over you, scanning your face with worry. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks, worried as he calmly strokes your cheek, and he looks like he’s seconds away from crying, too.

You cry even harder than before because he was worried over something he didn’t even do. You were so overwhelmed by pleasure, but you could still feel the pain in the deepest part of you because your own boyfriend never treated you half as good as heeseung did.

“Y/n? I can g-go if you want me to,” he starts getting ready to get off the bed, feeling his heart drop at the thought of leaving you like this, but if he made you uncomfortable in any way, he didn’t want to stay.

“No,” you quickly grab his biceps, holding him in place.

“Please tell me what’s wrong.” he strokes your tears away with his thumb, only for new ones to quickly replace them as tears well in his own eyes. He hated seeing you cry. He saw it every night for the past month, and it hurt him just a little bit more every time.

“I promise it’s not you.” you rubbed his biceps softly, calming his nerves a little. “It’s just I’m not used to this,” you say, referring to how he was treating you. “My ex neve-“

“Shh,” he shushes you and shakes his head back and forth softly. He wasn’t gonna let you go another night crying over some fucking asshole that didn’t deserve you or your tears. “Forget about him and focus on me.” he stares into your eyes, hoping you can see the anger towards your ex, the sadness for you, but most importantly, the care that they held for you. “I’ll make you forget, I promise.” he kissed your forehead softly. “Take all your tears away.” he kissed your temple and finally kissed your lips as he whispered. “Let me show you what it’s like to be loved. Let me repair you, and you can repair me.” A single tear falls from his eyes, and you quickly wipe it away to press your lips against his.

“Repair me.” that’s all he needed to hear before leaning up to take his underwear off, bearing everything to you like you did with him, being vulnerable with you just like you were with him.

“Thank you,” he whispers on your lips as his hands roam your sides, your hips, your chest, your legs. He was touching you all over, replacing every last inch of your skin with his handprint and his marks of love, as do you, with him, your dainty fingers strumming his chest, back, and thighs, pulling him closer to your body with want, need, and desire.

His bulge brushes against your core over and over again. As he circles his hips, your face grows hot, and a thin layer of sweat forms between you two, sticking you both together as breathless moans are exchanged between one another.

Your hand shimmed down below his waistline at the same time as his. You both chuckled softly, and his heart felt so full hearing you genuinely laugh.

“Ready?” He exhaled a long breath, touching his forehead with yours. A low hum of approval was all he needed to slowly ease his way inside, guiding his tip past your prepped walls and finally indulging in the blissful feeling that you’ve both been waiting for.

His mouth parts open in a gasp-like moan, as does yours. Both of you are too overwhelmed to speak. All that comes out are quick little breaths and pleasurable gasps.

Your face twists in pleasure, and your hands cling to his waist as he cards his fingers through your hair and cups your cheek. “Y/n,” he moans deeply, and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.

He makes more than a hundred different facial expressions. Just with the slightest thrust, he can feel every single nerve ending, and it makes him feel so drunk off you.

“Heeseung,” you breathe into his mouth, heart racing in your chest from the fullness you felt as he bottomed out, reaching the deepest part of you, overtaking that empty feeling and replacing it with absolute pleasure.

Hooking your legs around his waist, you grip him for support because you feel like you’re slipping when he gets lost in your silky walls.

With every thrust, he watches your face, and as he speeds up, he can’t help but grow flustered at the sounds your conjoined bodies make, and you’re not much better off the both of you shyly hiding in the crooks of each other’s necks.

“You’re so perfect.” he barely gets the words out before he’s whimpering in your ear.

The words he says make it feel as if time has stopped, and in that moment, it’s just you and him alone in the safeness of your bedroom with nothing but the feeling of hurt, passion, and longing for something more.

Every stroke brings you closer and makes you forget. And every tight squeeze rids his mind of nothing but you and this moment.

You’re both getting close, and his hand goes down to your clit, massaging it in perfect circles while both of you moan continuously at the feeling of each other.

Safe, connectedness and love are what you both felt before tipping over that beautiful edge of pleasure and allowing yourselves to get lost in the sea of blissfulness.

You both hold tightly onto one another, making each other your safe place where you can let everything go.

Heads still clouded and full with contentment, heeseung attaches his lips to yours in a soft, delicate kiss, and when he pulls away from you to look into your soft eyes, he feels all the shattered parts of his broken heart piecing back together, and he blinds you with a beautiful bright beaming smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you both stroke each other's face adoringly. “For repairing me.”

Thanks for reading please reblog and leave feedback!

[starythewriter]

JACK HARLOWS SCRET SLUT PT 7

(Super long btw)

SMUT. Minors DNI please. p in V rough sex, a little bit of angst, a lot of smut.

you got up bright and early at 6AM as you had to be there by 8, you made your morning coffee and got ready… you saw Jack, you kissed him and he told you were an amazing person… he also asked “how’s the show? I haven’t had the chance to catch up but I will today especially because it’s the last day”

you reply: “it’s been great… tiring but for sure fun & I did enjoy my time with vinnie and everybody there… but even tho the episode is airing today, some photos were already posted and i haven’t seen. much on social media but…

people are already not liking it and no trying to cancel me for it…” Jack told you not to worry, to be calm and everything will be fine… he hugged you and you reminded him that even if your riding vinnie that Jack would still be in your heart… Jack got turned on knowing he had so much power over you… you licked his jaw and said… “I guess we’ll see if you’ll get jealous or not…”

he replied with “I wont… I’ll just fuck you harder… also me and vinnie are here to protect you so don’t worry about it…”

you asked him… “you wont be mad if we have sex right?”

“I wouldn’t care why? my love”

“we’ll considering today is the last day I might do something crazy with vinnie… so I want you to know jack… but I’m not sure… you know we still have to get ready for other shoots and then for your performances…”

“it’ll be fine my darling I wont mind… me and vinnie also have a surprise for you… I’ll reveal everything in a couple days.”

you were excited and nervous for whatever the surprise was, but you drove to set as you had no time to waste, you took Jack with you… he stayed around doing PHOTOSHOOTS for his music, meanwhile you went for fliming… you saw vinnie again… you smiled and already felt a lustful glaze coming from him… the crew told you to sit with him and have a lunch with him, turns out everybody was having a romantic lunch for the finale…. after some speaking with everyone else…

you thanked the crew, your friends and vinnie for making you feel safe and welcomed… after some more talking you decided to have the lunch with vinnie… his lustful gaze returned and you were so seduced but you had to keep composure for the cameras…

you looked at him with a smirk and said “well… I’ve never done anything like this before so you can take me as you please”

“my dear” he whispered seductively, he pulled you up and started walking towards the garden where everyone was having a romantic meal “we’ll have our dinner later, but you can start working now”

you nodded and followed him with your eyes watching everything unfold in front of you, you could feel the hunger building up inside you… you couldn’t wait for the food to arrive and your hands would start to shake, you knew that feeling… you knew that familiar craving for food but you wouldn’t give it to anyone but Jack… the way Vinnie held you in his arms as you both watched everyone eat it made you feel loved and protected… even though you knew nothing was going to happen between the three of you, you couldn’t help but enjoy every moment that was happening and you were so grateful that you guys had the chance to spend so many nights together with nobody else and with vinnie who was always so kind and caring, it gave you hope.

you both ran around the garden and did some flower picking… vinnie told you to wait meanwhile you chatted with some of the crew… vinnie came back with a rose…

“Y/N I give you this ride of love, abundance and my love, and all that you deserve you are truly a blessing to me…”

you blushed and took the flower while kissing him… you were so happy about this… you both went back inside after picking up some more flowers and he talked about some new PHOTOSHOOTS he had coming up… you were nervous but you told him “I think you should add me to them… especially because their for underwear… I have some ideas we can replicate…” you smirked and he blushed…

after some more time together you met up with everyone else…

you closed out the finale with a thank you note from every person on the show and of course doing some last ads…

you did it! you finished you were so happy you never had such a time consuming project, it was fun, and the best show you’ve been on, but you had to be there for almost 8 hours at times, fliming other things, or doing shoots, sometimes the episodes got extended last minute…

but you were so happy…

you and vinnie hugged after that, the episode from yesterday aired… vinnie incited you over to his house

and he had this great place… it was huge and beautiful… he took you over to a room where a lot of things were laying around for you to choose from… he had a ton of stuff on the walls and on shelves…

you thought ‘maybe a few of these would look cute on me’.

vinnie gave you a glass of wine, you sat down and waited for him to pick out something to wear… you two were getting a little tipsy…

you had your legs spread apart and were sitting there sipping and looking at eachother, he took off his shirt and you looked down at his chest… he was so perfect and sexy… and he was wearing these sexy blue boxer shorts… he pulled them down slowly, showing off his muscular body… you liked to watch him work his muscles and he had a tattoo on his left shoulder blade that said ‘i belong to no man’, which you found sexy as fuck…

you looked up at his face and he was looking directly at you… he grabbed you and put you on top of him and continued to undress you… you could hardly believe what was going on… you both ended up kissing deeply…

he moved his lips on your neck, licking and sucking it and you moaned… as he sucked it deeper and harder into his mouth and nibbled and bit on it, you tried to push him onto his back and he obliged… he started stroking you through your panties and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a scream of pleasure…

his hands slipped inside your panties and touched and caressed you all over.

you stared to make out with him… “vinnie being with you feels like a dream… your so funny, sweet and so kind… I love you so much… your body is perfect everything is… I’ve been so anxious recently about what people are gonna say…”

he kissed you while inserting himself over and over and moaned he then groaned and said “I know baby, thank you… your so fucking pretty, hot and sexy, a goddess, I see why Jack fucked you up… and- don’t worry about shit, I’m here for you… you can always trust me and… hey I’m happy that I met you too… it was fate I think… fuck- you just get me so hard… but your so much more then this… i- guess we’re both just sexual by nature but i promise you your everything else and more.”

you smiled as he kept fucking you… you moaned more and more, you switched postions now you were ontop of him on his bed, you started to just jump on his dick while moaning praises “fuck- I’ve never taken dick this king or girthy…”

“ah- your so hard- literally sliding down faster then a zipper”

you just went for it, soon your face got so lewd, vinnie just enjoyed the view while bucking his hips slowly, you were thinking about Jack too and the way he’d love to join in on this… but… there’s no way they’d both agree to something like this… whag ifbthey THOUGHT it was weird you always had an insercuity when it came to having sex with the both of them or just being around the both of them…

vinnie rubbed your nipples and told you to calm down as he saw the nervousness on YOU face… you went back to being slutty he kept moaning… “fuck- did Jack mention anything about this? I bet he’s gonna try and win you over huh? but… I’ll be your caregiver… and shoot my cum down your throat”

you moaned even louder, loosing all control and riding him endlessly, eventually he came and coated your walks every single inch… you told him yes, and you knew that the protective side was coming out of vinnie but you told him not to worry thetes enough for the both of them… you both kissed and you laid beside him… you hugged you telling you how beautiful and romantic you are…

you were far too happy… but you sneaked at some posts and saw the hate coming for you… but…

you couldn’t be bothered… everybody thought you were switching from man to man… so you remembered the footage FLIMED today had a bit of s different story line whete you and vinnie distanced and you did… but it was originally never going to air, you pressured the producers to air that only and the following day it aired… hopefully keeping everybody quiet as you wanted to keep everything private…

yes bevause of the hate,but also in general…

The end.

[bakakatsuki69]

I’m finally back lol. This isn’t an x reader tho. It’s with my oc Neko and Bakugo (BAKUNEKO).

A Heated Weekend

A BAKUNEKO fic

Katsuki Bakugou walked into his apartment after his last college class for the week. As he stepped from the door his scarlet eyes landed on the path of socks trailing towards his bedroom. He scratched his head then smiled softly. She says I’m not a cat but does things like this. He thinks to himself with a chuckle.

He continues to take off his shoes, placing them on the shoe rack near the door. He then walks to his bedroom with a slight smile. Now that his classes were over he was excited to be able to spend the weekend with his girlfriend. Knowing he could be with her all weekend excited him but little did he know what was in store for him.

As he opened the door to his room, he saw that his bed was a mess of torn sheets. At first he got angry but then his anger turned to concern as he noticed the small brown girl covered in fur was panting very hard. He quickly made his way to her

“Neko ya okay?” He called his girlfriend of five years now. Concern written all over his face.

Neko May Miller looked up at him. Her amber eyes were huge and brown cat ears perked up.

“Stay…away…” she managed to say.

The ash blond looked at her confused at first but couldn’t mask his concern.

“Why?”

Neko bit her bottom lip to keep her self control. She hated that this happened now. She didn’t want her boyfriend to see her in this state but her usual suppressant was unavailable. She purred before hiding herself into the torn sheets. She had been managing her symptoms all day by using his scent to calm her. Getting them from his clothes and playing with his socks. However the moment she heard him come in her body heated up and the urges worsened.

She couldn’t tell him what was happening out of fear that he'd tease her for being a cat. Which she continuously denied. Her quirk gave her the reflexes and traits of a cat as well as the ability to break down poisons and other things. In extreme emotional states the features would come out. Yet she wasn’t a cat.

“Neko what’s goin on” he spoke, making her tail twitch in excitement.

Oh no She thought feeling her self control going down.

He pulled the sheets off her and his familiar scent hit her, setting off the urges she had been trying hard to control. As Katsuki walked to her the last bit of control slowly slipped away. She scurried away from him scratching at the wall with her nails to keep herself busy.

“Kacchan” she whined “please stay away”

Katsuki continued to walk to her. His patience was slowly going away but his concern outweigh his patience levels.

“Tell me what’s wrong babe”

Neko who was panting harder finally decided to forget her embarrassment and warn her boyfriend of what was happening.

“My heat cycle has started” she said softly.

Katsuki looked confused at first but then he laughed.

“Is that all it is?” He chuckled. “Don’t freak me out like that, Kitten” he said kneeling down and hugging her.

Neko looked at him. Her eyes glazed over. He didn’t understand at all what was going to happen.

“Kacchan” she said, whining. Her face nuzzled his face before she gave him a lick on the cheek.

“Ah” he said “don’t-"

Before he could say anything more Neko had pounced on him. They both fell onto the carpet floor as Neko burrows her face in his neck. He grabbed her waist ready to pick her up. However this caused her to get more hot. More out of control. She began to lick and nibble his ear feeling his bulge rise underneath her.

“Uh” Katsuki groaned. He realized he could feel heat emanating from her sweet spot. She started to grind against his growing bulge.

“I need it” she said, gripping his back.

Her soft breath brushed against his ear as she whispered in a raspy voice.

“Fuck me”

She leaned back exposing her pink thong. Katsuki's eyes widened as he saw a dark wet spot forming.

“Shit” he mumbled. He wanted to taste her so bad so he proceeded to grab her up, placing her on the messy bed.

He removed her wet panties, throwing them to the side.

As he kissed her stomach and past her navel she began to twitch. He reached her sweet spot spreading her to reveal a twitching dripping wet cunt. He groaned before pushing her legs up and licking her pearl. He only got 5 minutes in before she was grabbing him forcing him back up. She eagerly unbuckled his pants, yanking them down to reveal his well endowed member. She managed to flip him over sliding down on his waiting cock.

“Ne-" he tried to stop her but it was too late.

She plopped down having his whole shaft fill her insides. She yowled in excitement as his cock was reaching her deepest parts. She began moving her hips slowly at first but gradually speeding up. Katsuki was barely able to hold her sides as she bounced on his cock. Her nails were digging into his chest but he didn’t mind. He could feel her tightening up as she moved.

She was now moaning loudly so he pulled her down pushing her onto him. She buried her face in his neck, biting down to muffle her moans. He began to thrust into her, holding her up by the hips.

“Fuck” he growled as her insides twitched and squeezed him.

Neko pants loudly in his ear grabbing the sheets as he continues to drill her. With each thrust her love nectar dripped. After a while her love nectar reached its climax. She shook violently as she creamed and squirted all over Katsukis cock.

“Ahhhhhhh” she squealed. Then she laid down on his chest too tired to move.

“Wait” Katsuki said, rubbing her back. “Kitten, are you satisfied now?”

She nodded and in a raspy voice said “yes”

Katsuki, who was still craving more, looked at his tired and lovely girlfriend with a smirk.

“Well I’m not “ he said

Neko's eyes widened. His words sparked something in her causing her to roll off him. She laid on her back legs propped up showing her wet and twitching pussy.

“Then use me till you are” she said seductively licking her lips.

Katsuki eyes narrowed on the small brown girl with cat ears and tail. He smiled mischievously.

“I hope you don’t regret these words” he said before grabbing her and throwing her on her stomach.

Neko looked at him seeing the hunger in his eyes. Oh no she thought was I the one in heat or him?

***Monday Morning***

“Okay sleepy head it’s time to get up” Katsuki said with a smile.

Neko looked up at him scowling.

“Fuck off” she said.

Her body was too tired after the weekend she endured. She had no idea Katsuki had that much endurance. They barely had a break except for when he made dinner.

“Babe we have class” he said as he put on his black shirt covering up all her claw marks.

“I’m not going” she whined hiding under the covers

“Oh” Katsuki said “fine I’ll stay too” he adds mischievously. “I’m still not satisfied”

Neko threw the covers off her and jumped up.

“I’m gonna shower” she said dashing to the bathroom

“Why babe?” Katsuki said

“Class” Neko said from behind the bathroom door.

“But I thought you weren't going.”

“Yeah well that was before you said you’ll stay” Neko said. “One more day and I’ll die”

She added.

Katsuki laughed “okay my little cat”

“I'M NOT A CAT!” Neko screamed

“Okay kitten. Katsuki said laughing.

Soon he was hit by an empty bottle of shampoo. As soon as she did it she realized she shouldn’t have.

“Guess we’re gonna be late to class” Katsuki said growling. “I have a cat to punish.”

Oh fuck Neko thought.

[stationery-store]

genshin boys and working at a grocery store

♡ characters. diluc, childe, zhongli, kaeya.

% warnings. modern!au. this is my first time writing a hc list for my dearest genshin bbs ! (i'm sorry if it's a bit wonky). also a bit short and not proofread.

zhongli

unknowingly attracts so much old people to the store.

grandmas? they love him. whenever they need help with something, they'd go to an employee and specifically ask for "that brunet with the ponytail"

he doesn't mind accommodating them.

they ask him out for some afternoon tea and he politely accepts.

he receives a mini bouquet of glaze lilies almost everyday so he has a vase on his cashier to put them in.

a bit random, but he smells really good. you can literally smell him from just walking past his station. (no one knows if he uses a perfume, if it's his detergent or he just naturally smells amazing.) also never sweats.

childe

gets directly hit on by highschoolers

on valentine's day, he receives so much fake roses and boxes of chocolate (all bought from the same place he works at)

he just smiles at them to accept, but leaves most of it in the pantry for all of you to eat

he doesn't have a specific line for receiving compliments, he just chuckles a little and *ignores* continues on what he was doing

ok but fr tho, he looks amazing in his work apron with the topless hat while manning the cashier so people just can't resist the urge to line on his aisle

on breaks he eats at the cafe next to the grocery, phone leaning onto his drink while he watches an episode of gilmore girls !! this is canon, 100% true.

diluc

the tips this man gets. he actually earns more from the amount people give him compared to his actual salary.

he does an amazing job of helping new customers because he personally knows a lot about the products.

gets hit on by a variety of people (moms love him best)

he politely declines and recites his rehearsed line of "oh no, no, it's nothing. i'm just doing my job."

doesn't know he makes people fall harder by saying it like that.

he's clueless, but so many people come back because they think he's absolutely adorable and for reason that 'the customer service is amazing.'

kaeya

gets hit on almost 100% of the time

but he cares more about keeping tabs on the people hitting on his co-workers (no, literally. he has a note on his phone with the count)

when he gets hit on his hand instinctively comes up to scratch the back of his head and i swear to god- !! this man.

just like diluc, he also has a rehearsed line when getting compliments. he says it specifically while he's packing the last bits of a customer's items, "oh yeah? thank you so much.. well, it's been nice meeting you. can't wait to see you next time."

and then he just gives them back the bag with a smile.

it works like a miracle; all of them come back.

© stationery-store (2021). reblogs are appreciated ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[sunnysviolin]

I'm stuck in suntan mode. I saw someone else do this but Sunny shows up during one of Kel's games fully dressed up in Kel's team's merch and silently cheers for Kel's team. He isn't the loudest fan but Kel noticed him right away when Sunny first joined the crowd during his games.

Less suntan mode, the whole gang showed up to one of Kel's games and cheered him on tho Aubrey kinda had to be dragged there by Hero. Hero and Basil would also be wearing some merch like Sunny tho idk if they could get Aubrey to join them.

I feel Kel would feel more pumped to play his best either way with his friends being there to cheer him on. Later, he teases Aubrey for being awkward out there.

I”M LATE FULL SUNTAN FULL TIME......I APPRECIATE THIS ASK AND IVE BEEN LOOKING AT IT EVERY DAY

This is so cute I don’t even have anything to add to it because it’s perfect right the way it is. Take some Suntan headcanons to add on, because honestly HeroMari is my main ship but Suntan is a close second......Shhhh I like it better than Sunnflower. ALSO I got really into writing this, so I may do something full with this soon! I’m in a crunch time right now because I’m getting ready to go back to school tomorrow, but! When I’m settled 👀

Sunny is the one who asks Kel out

This is highly unexpected and most people don’t think this, but let me be the one to say this. Kel confesses his feelings first, but Sunny is the one who asks Kel out

Here’s how it goes down: When they go to college, Sunny and Kel are roommates. 

Sunny was originally a good student but after four years of shoddy homeschool and barely learning, he is only able to pull his grades up to slightly below average. He goes to a good state college, but it’s nothing impressive. 

Kel find out he’s being offered a scholarship to play basketball at the same school and chooses to go there because he wants to be near Sunny

In the years after Sunny told them the truth, the five of them slowly came back together. It was harder for the rest, but Kel accepted Sunny back into his life with a familiar ease. Maybe it was spending those last three days together, seeing how broken Sunny had become. Kel didn’t want to punish Sunny anymore, Sunny was punishing himself enough 

So they become roommates ((Oh my god they were roommates)) and it’s nice. They decide to get an apartment off campus to save some money, and it’s a little hole in the wall place where the radiator is too loud and there’s water stains on the ceiling, but they love it. 

Kel cooks and Sunny cleans, and they have a good system. They invite the others to come visit, and they do 

Basil went to a college not too far away, and Hero comes down to see them on the occasional weekend. Aubrey is the hardest to reach because she went out of state for school, but she calls often and when her school is on break but theirs isn’t she comes to stay

But normally it’s just Kel and Sunny. 

Sunny has healed a lot since his days as a teen, but there’s no way he would ever fully be over Mari’s death. There are days where his eyes get glazed over and he’s even more quiet than normal. Kel makes them hot chocolate and they sit and watch the world go by from their drafty windows. At night when Sunny wakes up screaming for his sister, Kel rushes into his room and they sit on the bed hugging and waiting for the moment to pass.  

It happens on one of those nights. Kel wakes up to hear Sunny shrieking for Mari, and he jumps out of bed. 

He holds Sunny in his arms until the shaking stops, and then he leads them both into the living room. he puts on the TV low for some white noise and sits and waits. Sunny is sittiing up with his arms wrapped around himself staring at their coffee table intensely. 

Kel waits. 

That night Sunny lets slip the truth- He still hates himself. 

He still thinks of himself as a monster, as a terrible person who doesn’t deserve anything good. Sunny can’t understand how the others forgave him, why Hero can stand to talk to him, how Aubrey can look him in the eye

Most of all he can’t understand Kel. 

Kel takes care of him all the time in every way, and Sunny can’t understand why. Doesn’t Kel see he doesn’t deserve that? He killed Mari. He’s the reason his beautiful perfect big sister is dead. 

Why does Kel care about him? Why does he do all of the things that he does for Sunny? Why can Kel forgive him when Sunny can’t even really forgive himself? 

By the end Sunny is heaving with every breath and pulling at his hair 

Kel doesn’t immediately answer. There is nothing he could say that would take away the pain Sunny is going through. 

Truthfully he doesn’t know the answer anyway. He thinks about the two of them, their intertwined lives and how complicated it’s all become. It all feels muddled, but there has to be a simple answer for why he does everything he does for Sunny. Why he was able to forgive him so easily. 

The answer comes to him in a ridiculously simple way. It’s been the truth for Kel since they were little- when Sunny seemed to be the only person in the world who understood Kel’s life. 

Why do I care about him? 

Kel stands up, takes Sunny’s face in his hands, and presses a gentle kiss to the other boy’s forehead. Sunny’s cheeks are cold, but Kel feels them warm in a blush as he pulls back to look Sunny in the eyes. 

“That’s why,” 

The next morning Kel wakes up and Sunny is already awake. He pours a bowl of cereal for himself, and sits next to Sunny on their couch. Their shoulders brush, and both boys startle at the sensation, pulling away just a little bit. 

Sunny asks him to dinner before Kel finishes breakfast

[kakyoingdom]

prompt 112 with sasori?👀

hey, thanks for the request, hope you like it even tho is quite shoooort!!

warnings: oral (m receives), unprotected, kind of an sub/dom roleplay.

You sucked your middle finger, showing it up as Sasori gave you another warning glaze. Your hand was on his dick, close enough to your lips around it. He did told you to do that, to put your mouth around his cock and let him fuck your throat. But you were a A rank brat — no mouths on dick until you want to. Or until Sasori gets a little mad and threats you with orgasm denial. You knew he could be so cruel if he wanted to.

"I'm waiting. This ain't gonna suck itself, you know, baby", he said. You smiled, faking an innocence expression. "But why should I do it? You didn't even ask me properly..."

Sasori sighed, looking up. Without a word, he put his thumb in your mouth, making you lick it. His other hand went to your hair, you leaning even closer to his cock, it on your red cheeks. He took off his finger when you did nothing but bite a little.

"Behave", Sasori told to you. You put your hair in a bun, with lips on his cock head, leaving kisses like it was nothing important. Once your hair was done, you put your hands on his thighs, pressing slowly.

You licked it from the beginning, softly sucking everytime more of his hard dick. Teasing and taking your time, because you knew he wouldn't agree with that. That was not behaving, and Sasori would never let your get out of this without a few tears on your face.

You were thankful when Sasori finally held your neck and hair bun with both of his hands. He pressed your mouth against him, forcing you to have his entire cock on your pretty mouth, the head touching your throat. He moaned loud, you looking gorgeous with eyes full of tears and and gasping.

Your nails scretched his thighs as he pulled your mouth even harder, fucking your mouth as he wanted. It was hard to breathe, and quite difficult to keep your face dry, the tears almost dropping off your closed eyes.

"Look at me", Sasori said. "Let me see your face. You're so pathetic... Crying just because I'm fucking your mouth so hard. Is it what you wanted, isn't it?"

He groaned again, you were feeling your own body shake and shiver. You were almost coming therez sucking his cock. It was the best thing of your whole damn week. To be between his legs and pray for him to let you even moan on his ear.

"I'm coming", he talked to you, your mouth not around him anymore. Your lips were full of saliva, your face wet because of the tears. "And be good. I know you don't like swallowing, but don't be messy."

You continued to suck him on your pace again. Fast but still patient, just like Sasori didn't want. "I told you to behave, didn't I?"

You looked at him, your head moving faster. His moans were more frequent, so you knew he was close. You suddenly stopped, standing up and taking your clothes off in a minute. "Here", you showed your chest. He presser your nipples, and used the other hand to masturbate himself. "You want me to cum here, yes?", you nodded, smirking. You felt his cum all over your chest. "Thank you, Sasori. Next time I want it to be inside of me."

[speechlessxx]

extremely wicked.

[dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader]

Summary: After abandoning your ex-fiancé during his murder trial, he seeks you out for revenge. 

Warnings: drug use (prescribed tho), language, i could’ve made ransom a little darker but i chicked out, shitty writing, mild violence, mistakes probably 

Word Count: ~1.6k, a bit on the shorter side. 

i originally planned for smut but i pussied out (as usual)

Buy me a Ko-Fi - donations are unnecessary but GREATLY appreciated. 

You were fear stricken as the harsh winds blew against the tree, causing the branches to scrape against your front window. The screeching of wood against glass accompanied by the shadows left you paralyzed with wide eyes.

The advice the FBI agent told you still hung in the air – advice you should’ve heeded to, but you were always stubborn. “It’s unsafe for you, miss,” he told you and now you cursed yourself for being so dismissive of his concern.

You pried your eyes away from the window after a few long moments, staring at the brightly lit television screen that burned your tired eyes. The mindless sitcom proved to be a short-lived distraction as the show abrupted ended to deliver news. The broadcast did nothing to ease your anxiety, but every time you’d change the channel, you were met with the same story:

Breaking News: Serial Killer, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, at Large.

His mugshot was front and center as the anchorman warned the public to not approach him. “It’s unknown if Drysdale is armed, but he’s most certainly dangerous”.

You felt the color drain from your face as you continued to stare at the photograph.

The same pair of blue eyes stared tauntingly back at you. They were colder than you remembered. The smirk on his face was as charming as the day you met. Charming yet cynical.

A loud snap! pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to let out a small yelp. Your eyes immediately searched your surroundings as your breathing picked up slightly. The branch that hung over your window had fallen. The shadow and its silhouette were gone, leaving you a clear view of the full moon in the grey night sky.

You pressed your hand against your chest as you tried to steady your breath. Inhale, exhale… you thought to yourself. Inhale… exhale. You felt your heartbeat against your sternum, thumping against the bone as if it wanted to escape like the man who once stole your heart.

Your fear wasn’t misplaced. You had every right to be afraid.

It was your fault he was imprisoned after all.

The images of the women’s bodies flashed through your mind ever so often. During the trial, photographs of the cadavers were shown to the jury and audience. The audible gasps that were heard throughout the entire courtroom was almost as haunting as the very images that burned through your skull. You dabbed away at the tears as Ransom and his team of lawyers – the “most elite” group that Linda could buy just before disowning her son – congregated in the small office, coming up with a strategy. Ransom looked over at you before dismissing his team to “comfort” you.

It was then you gave back the engagement ring, telling him you couldn’t do this anymore. Despite Ransom’s insistence on his innocence, the evidence was stacking up against him. He looked guiltier and guiltier each day – even you doubted him. No matter how much you loved him, you wanted no part of this trial.

It was then he grabbed you. With a hand to your throat, squeezing the life out of you, he shoved you against the wall.

It was then he seethed his threat that haunted your dreams a year later.  

“If you leave me now, I swear to you… I will fucking kill you.”

He screamed it. Your ears were ringing as you begged him to let you go. When you managed to open the door and free yourself, you fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing. You were too caught up in your fear that you hadn’t realized Ransom’s outburst attracted a crowd.

It was that threat that put the final nail to his coffin.

You shook the memories out of your head. “It’s done, (Y/N).” You reminded yourself. “It happened. It’s over.” You took a deep breath as you turned off the television – it was doing you more harm than good anyway.

You walked over to your kitchen and frowned when the light refused to turn on. The wind whirled outside as you furiously flipped the switch but to no avail. The bulb was dead.

You groaned to yourself, thinking that this night could not go any worse. You poured yourself a glass of water before deciding to call it a night, reasoning you had an early shift.

The stairs creaked beneath your feet as you ascended the flight. As you prepared for bed, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The entire atmosphere of your house had shifted, placing you into an undesired horror film and leaving a strange feeling in your bones. You shuffled through your bedside drawer, in search for the orange Rx bottle containing the Ambien you were prescribed to help you sleep.

You flushed the pill down with big gulps of water, hoping that the sleeping aid would kick in faster. You snuggled into your comforter as a shiver ran down your spine. Your head whirled around the dark room and letting out a shrill shriek.

You swore a figure walked past your bedroom door and disappear down the hall. You blinked several times as if to adjust your eyes to the darkness – although with the power outage, they were already well adjusted.

“Nothing’s there.” You told yourself as you shoved the covers off. You poked your head out the door, examining the hallway. “You’re just paranoid… and tired.”  

Goosebumps rose on your skin as a familiar chuckle rang throughout the empty house. Menacing and wicked like a predator laughing at its prey.

“Oh, (Y/N)…” his voice echoed. Your breath hitched in your throat as you backed into your bedroom and locked the door; though, you knew it wouldn’t keep him out for long.

You fumbled with your cellphone, dialing 9-1-1. Within seconds the operator answered but you didn’t give him the chance to complete his script.

“I’m in trouble.” You whimpered. Your voice quivered and your hands – your entire body – was shaking. “Hugh Ransom Drysdale… he’s in my house. Please…”

“Ma’am,” the operator let out a long sigh. “Did you see him?”

“No, you don’t understand.” You rubbed at your eyes with frustration. “I’m his ex-fiancé. It was my testimony that put him in jail. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L).”

“Miss (Y/L), what’s your address?” He asked. The faint sound of typing could be heard on the other line. You recited it only for him to say, “you’re breaking up… Can you – “his voice began to break, muffled and robotic.

“No, no,” you begged as the line suddenly cut. Your mind slowly became fuzzier and fuzzier as the drug slowly began to take effect. You tried to redial, but the error message rang out throughout the phone’s speakers.

“(Y/N)…” he knocked three times.

“Ransom, please,” you cried. “Please, just go.” Tears rushed down your face as you tried to fight the drowsiness. “I won’t tell anyone you were here – “

The doorknob jiggled. “I just want to talk, my little dove.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Like you didn’t believe me when I said I was innocent?” He tutted at you. “Open the door, little dove. Let’s talk.”

“No.” You shook your head although he couldn’t see you.

Ransom let out a sigh before a thud slammed against the wooden door. You whimpered before scampering beneath your bed. The slamming continued until you heard the door break. Your eyelids became heavier as heavy footsteps stomped around your room. You pressed your hand against to your mouth, muffling your breath, praying to whatever god or deity that was listening that he’d leave.

The footsteps suddenly stopped as Ransom exhaled. “My dumb, dumb little baby,” he tutted. Two large hands grabbed your ankles and you screamed as you clawed the floor in an attempt to anchor yourself.

Ransom straddled your waist, holding your thrashing legs in place as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them at the side of your head. He leaned over you – faces centimeters apart.

“Do you remember the last thing I told you?” Ransom asked you, ocean blue eyes bearing into yours. You shook your head at him, crying as meaningless strings of pleads escaped your lips. Ransom cooed, nudging your nose with his. “My dumb baby…”

“Ransom, please,” you cried. “Just go.”

“No, little dove,” he smirked. “I’m not letting you go.” He watched as your eyes slowly became a bit glazed over. “What did you take?” Ransom’s tone suddenly became concerned as he pulled away from you. His voice became distanced as Ransom’s face became blurrier and blurrier until you succumbed to the peaceful darkness – hoping that this was only a nightmare and that when you’d wake, this cold blooded murderer wouldn’t be looming over you.

Ransom slapped your cheek lightly at first, hoping that you’d regain consciousness. He called your name again before slapping you harder. He shook your shoulders but was met with no response.

“Well,” he huffed as he pulled your limp body from the floor, throwing you over his shoulder like a ragdoll. “Makes it easier for me, then.”

The stairs creaked louder beneath your combined weights. He hummed to himself as he opened the found your keys sitting at the dining table and waltzing over to the garage. He placed you at the passenger seat, wincing slightly when he accidentally knocked your head against the roof of the car.

Ransom made his way to the driver’s seat as the garage door slid open. He smirked to himself as he drove. He glanced over you, fast asleep with your head pressed against the window, jolting when the roads became uneven.

“Oh, what wicked things I have planned for you, my little dove.”

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Family Drama

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Daddy Kink, Swearing, Angsty, Infertility, Bullying

A/n:wow so this has been written for about three weeks, I honestly was never going to post it , a little to close to home ,but wrighting it made me feel better and it might make someone else feel better abput certain topics, this was hard to write but I do hope you enjoy it

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​

You introduce your new boyfreind to your family  but a spiteful sister tries to ruin what you and Henry have.

Family Drama

You were nervous. You'd been in a relationship with Henry for four months now but had kept it quiet, wanting to have a stong relationship before letting the media know. Especialy now that that it had been leaked that he was going to be playing Superman  again he seemed to be under more media scrutiny.That being said you'd both let your family closest to you know that you were seeing people. But for you you'd only told your mum she knew how you'd met and she knew he was an actor but that was it. Not that you didnt trust her because you did two peas in a pod no it you'd left out his surname so that she couldnt let it slip to your older sister. Your very jealous ,entitled ,narrsasistic older sister. The problem was that you'd been invited to your brothers yearly birthday bbq in a few days. You hadnt mentioned it to Henry yet worried it was too soon for all the family drama that could correction would come of it. You sighed sitting in his living room snuggling with kal as henry took a shower hed just come back from a run determined to get in better shape for his new role kal lounged across you reciveing a veriaty of hugs and kisses. Henry entered the living room in a loose shorts and tshirt damp hair hanging low on his forhead. Taking a seat next to you pullingnyour legs and kal to rest on his legs one hand stroking your calf his smiled faltered when he took in your thoughtfull face.

"You ok hun?" He said as his brow furrowed you leaned your head back on the sofa looking at him running your hand casually through kal's fur.

"Its my brothers birthday this weekend he's having a bbq" you heaved a big sigh as he listened intently as you  continued

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to go or not it might be to early for that" you mumbled more to yourself than anything. His eyes widened as he realized what you were getting at. you'd told him about your family how you and your mum were super close and one of a kind, you got on well with your brother Dean fine having shared interests. Then there was your sister Camille,  your both very different people and you found it hard to get along with her ,bottom line is she was the youngest spoilt princess untill you were born 10 years after her and she never forgave you for it. He nodded to you knowing how hard it was between the both of you.

"I'd love to go I've been thinking of asking to meet your family, I know we decided to take is slow but I love you and this is the real deal." He said relaxing and worrying you at the same time.

"Really? You don't mind? Even though you know theres going to be drama? and my nieces and nephews are probably going to call you superman?" since dating him you thought it'd be a good idea to watch a few of his films and could kick yourself for not recognising him from a few. He squeezed your leg reasuringly "I dont mind I want you know I'm there for you and I love you"  he said leaning over kal kissing you lightly before ushering him off so he lie over you as the kiss got heated resulting in him resting between your thighs as he rocked deliberatly against you before running kisses down your neck.

"How do you feel about showing up to the party with a few of my marks?" You giggled at that slapping his arm lightly.

"You know sometimes I wonder when my shy sweet man turned into a horndog?"  resting over you on his hands leaning in stealing kisses before sucking deep marks on your neck nudging your tshirt to the side leaving another between your neck and collar bone you moaned lightly as he rubbed against your mound chuckling into your shoulder.

"Sounds like I'm not the only horndog" he said grinding harder against you letting you feel him hardening you pouted.

"Hey don't steal my thunder" he leaned up off you before pulling of his top. No matter how many times you saw him he still took your breath away especially since he was determined to bulk up more befor filming. Your heat clenched in anticipation as he made a show of flexing his muscles throwing away his tshirt. He wasted no time tugging the bottom of your shirt over your head dragging your sports bra with it leaving  his eye blown wide as he  drank in the sight of you bare before him. Licking his lips as he dived in kissing and suckling at your breast then teasingly rolled your nipples between his teeth, you bucked up into him moaning making him groan low in his chest your smugness didnt last long tho as he flipped you over onto your knees below him leaning forward you grabbed the arm of the sofa for leverage. You loved how he could manoeuvre you any way he liked. You giggled then slid back rubbing your ass along his prominent bulge then made small circular motions tormenting him as you rocked forward and back he hissed grabbing your hips holding you still against him befor a heavy palm slapped your ass.

"Little brat" he growled then ran his fingers against your slit as your enterance wept in anticipation,  you gripped arm of the sofa tighter between your fingers moaning loud as he continued teasing your wet opening. He arched over you chest flat against your back and used one hand to pull your hair tilting your head back the other tore your shorts and panties down your thighs.

"Think you can tease me and get away with it missy?" He grunted in your ear leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck biting hard and sucking again as he shimmied his shorts down just enough to pull out his cock rubbing his weeping head against your clit tapping it harshly making you squeel as your arousal seeped onto him  you cried out as he drew lines along your pussy lips he pushed forward nugding the fat head of his cock to your opening teasingly withdrawing before repeating the movement moveing deeper.

"Fuck please Henry please dont tease I'm sorry" you gasped out when he kissed your cheek and pushed in to you slowly savouring the feel of your walls clench him tightly sucking him in deeper you always felt imposibly full as his hips rested flush against you the head of his cock resting snug against your cervix you moaned out loud when he began rocking the veins on his cock massaged your walls with delicious friction he leaned back hand still pulling your head back. Before grinding against your clit and curving his hips forceing you to arch your back following his movment up you grunted out a moan.

"Ready baby?" You nodded using what little slack he had given you on your hair. "Fuck yes oh god please" you whined looking back up at him eyes glazed over he pulled his hips back snapping them forward not hesitating he set a brutal pace driving you wild.

"Fucking little tease! You think its a good idea to tease daddy?" You whined at the back of your throat shaking your head as he spanked you again

"I asked you a question bratt!" You cried out as his palm struck you again

"N-no daddy I'm sorry daddy please please let me cum please" he grunted out a laugh at your desperate plee you hissed at the slight pain of him bumping against your cervix. He released your hair choosing to wrap his fingers around your throat tight enough to restict your pants pausing he set one foot flat on the floor and pulled you back towards him with one hand then returned to his punishing pace, with every thrust tilting his hips up slightly the new angle made you see star as he was brushing your swollen clit.

"God you take me so well baby girl fuck your still so tight" you opend your mouth in a silent scream tucking your head down as you trembled your pussy clamping down on him uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck I'm close so close" he breathe down your back moving his hand down between your legs to flick at your clit harshly pinching it that was all it took you squeeled loud as you came around him in violent tremors thrusting into you before holding still grunting loud as he peaked inside of you grinding against you determined to make your joint orgasms last, you whimpered as you felt him pour into you, both heaving deep breaths. He breathed out a laugh releasing you patting your hip as he sat down dragging your limp body onto his lap relaxing and pulled your panties back up over your hips keeping his seed smeard against you for as long as he could, you'd found that he was quite a possesive man and was  throughly turned on knowing he was smeard between your thighs. He turned your face kissing you passionately before running his hand down your neck smirking Traceing the three love bites he had left two on yout neck one above the other and the thrid on your collar bone you smiled giggling at him when he picked you up heading towards the bedroom knowing that there was atleast one more round instore today and probably a few more tonight.

You rung your hands together today was the day you'd let your family know that you were bringing someone to the bbq your mum was thrilled to finally put a face to the man who'd made you so happy, Dean seemed happy that you'd found someone and Camille, well she was less than thrilled she prefered that you'd remain single so she could rub her new husband and son in your face and make offhanded comments about how you'd never find a husband like she had. Not that you wanted what she had, a childish husband that refuses to get a job to provide for his family and was creeepy enough to make your skin crawl. He was a boy you wanted a man.You sighed checking your phone again Henry was supposed to pick you up but had to take a call about delays to the filming schedule now you were going there with your mum and Henry was going to arrive a little late. You forced a smile as your mum pulled up beside you quickly leaving your house warnkng your babies to be good. She noticed you were a little tense.

"Whatever happens just remember he loves you Y/n and he is there for you" you nodded

"I know I'm just nervous I hope you like him" she smiled before pulling away from the curb

"I've seen how happy he makes you trust me I'll love him" she reassured you in only a way a mother could. Then raised an eyebrow at your neck you blushed as you knew what she was looking at.

"Not sure how your brothers going to react to his baby sister smothered in those" you groaned leaning back into the seat as she laughed

"Didn't think of that... it was his idea and I can't exactly stop him or want to if I'm Honest" she snorted at that. It was a short drive to Dean's house you were greeted by an entourage of excited nieces and nephews quickly wrestling each of them for kisses and cuddles before following them into the garden as they made a bee line to the trampoline you heard a scoff.

"Thought you were bringing someone? I was quiet looking forward to meeting your mysterious other half" dripping with sarcasm you ignored her and sat down across from her calling out a greeting to Dean who was cooking at the built in bbq he waved the spatular.

"He had to take a call about rearranging the flights" you replied not wanting to ignore her completly and rock the boat already. You felt eyes on you and realised that your sister in law had clocked onto your neck.

"Oh someones been getting it, I'm looking forward to meeting him you've been together what three months?" she teased plafully you got on well with her and was closer in age. You blushed beet red befor pulling out your phone as you recived a text it was Henry telling you he was 10 minutes away turn out he was just being told his new flight dates you smiled and left it on the table. You nodded at her Camille sneered but caught herself plastering a kind looking smile.

"Yeah I dont understand why you kept it quiet. Your not embarrased of him are you?" She asked bitingly you frowned as you poured yourself a lemonade sipping it collecting yourself before answering

"No I'd never be embarrassed of him. But we thought we would take it slow and see where it goes befor diving right in" she chuckled sipping her drink as you said his name.

"He's an actor isn't he? so what is he one of those actors that works on indie films? Or a proper actor? would I have seen him in anything? is one of those 'actors' always in the background" You growled a little as she laughed then you smirked at this looking at her scrawny husbands arms both covered in dc sleeve tattoos Camille may not recognise him but her husband definatly would.

"Yeah maybe ,he has been in quite a few things, tv show and some big blockbusters." You leaned forward drinking a few mouthfuls to hide a smirk ,today you were going to finally shut her up the greatest revenge for all her years of tearing you down was proving her wrong. She had spent so long since you grew up knockjng you back drummjng into you that no one would ever want you that it had caused a few problems with Henry in the beginning,  it had taken a lot of convincing but finally you were happy and confident that someone did want you and he was incredible. Today was the day you could be a little smug.

"Well he can't be that big of a deal if he is with you now can he?" She giggled hoisting her son up onto her lap coddling him, you frowned.

"Well he is working on a big one now, a sequel" she snorted again taking a sip of her wine.

"Really?" You clenched your fists in irritation wanting to defend your man

"Yes he works for dc" her husband looked up smiling

"Really? Dc comics?" You smiled leaning back knowing his intrest would push her buttons you nodded.

"Yeah not sure how much I can say tho, but thats what the phonecalls are about today, something came up with one of his costars so they have had a change in the dates he is just getting the new flight details" he nodded smileing you could see he was excited tdying to think of who it was, you wont say you want it to be a shock as childish as that was, you had a good smart god of a man and you wanted to show him off, rub him in your sisters face. You smiled as Camille started sneering even tho your still nervous your brother came over to the table placing down a large tray of sausages burgers and chicken kababs.

"Wheres your other half?" he said as everyone dug in you smiled accepting a plate off one of you nieces who was diligantly passing them out you quickly caled her as she made to go past you.

"Lotty can I have another one darling?" She nodded confused but still handed you one. You turned to your brother

"He'll be here in a minute, he had a work thing that couldn't wait." He nodded "Wana explain them before he gets here?" He nodded to your neck teasing you as he piled his plate. You blushed

"Uh haha well we got a little carried away after his workout this morning....I'd rather not say more then that." You said quietly helping yourself to a burger and some salad. He smirked at you ruffling your hair

"Finally growing up eh? Just be safe" You slapped his had away with a quiet fuck off the banter was cut short as your sister scoffed.

"Be safe not like shes gonna get pregnant" you stopped smileing hurt by the comment as she chose that moment to hug her eighteen month old son, it was true you couldnt but she didn have to be such a bitch about it, she saw you as less of a woman now, her view was a woman wasnt a true woman if she did not have children, an ideal that she had spent her whole life wrapped around a desperate need for a baby and somehow she was better than you because she had a baby and you were never going to, and never missed a chance to remind you that you'd never be 'complete' as she puts it, never find someone who'd stay with you when they found out children was not an option for you, it had been confirmed you pretty much couldn't have kids there was the a very very very slim chance youd ever conceive, so low youd been told to think of yourself as barren and in the miracle that you did fall pregnant  you probably wouldnt carry to term, since then she had made sure to beat you down with it, it was still a fresh wound a difficult thing for any woman to accept but your not even in your thirties which somehow made it even worse, not that you planned any kids, you actually never wanted them it was always 'maybe one day' but there is a difference between choosing not to have them and being told you can't.

"Why the fuck have you gotta bring that up like that for?! Stop being such a bitch about it!" Your brother came to your defence she slid back cradeling the toddler smugly. Suddenly any argument brewing was halted by the door bell you shoke your head making to move but moved faster when you heard a loud array of shouts and yells of excitment from the house your eyes bugged out as your older nephews ran out of the back door dragging Henry behind them.

"Look look its Superman! Dad dad look he knows aunty Y/n" Silence fell across the table as the kids made a fuss over Henry who was starting to chuckle nerously.Your brother in law gapped at Henry dropping his fork your brothers wife rose her eyebrows then tilted her head nodding saying 'you did well' Camille was just blinking, she looked broken .

"Oi what have I told you about opening that front door to strangers?" Your brother broke the silence scolding his son david who replied naively.

"But hes not a stranger,  its Superman, hes not bad, he's a good guy." 

"Hey babe turns out I was only 5 away." He chuckled as david watched in awe as 'superman' leaned in and kissed you on the lips then held his hand out to Dean. "Im Henry ,sorry I'm late-" he snapped his head down as david and tyson clambered around him pulling at his top a little

"Oh my god auty y/n are you dateing superman!?!"

"Are is he gonna be our uncle? Are you going to marry her?"

"Can you take me flying? What does it feel like?"  Henry chuckled at the boys as they practically vibrated with excitement. Henry nodded down at the boys

"Well boys we aren't getting married yet but we are dating, but I dont think your mum will like me flying around with you yet, maybe when your older?" they smiled at Henry then continued asking him tonnes of questions soon all of the kids were surronding him you smiled apologetically but he just laughed answering all their questions, playing along for them not wanting to upset them after a few mineuts the excitment died down and they were ushered back to the smaller table to have lunch by their parents, he rubbed the back of your neck quickly reassuring you before stopping near your brother who shrugged.

"Sorry about the kids..."

"Its perfectly fine,I get it all the time ...I'm just happy I've made a good impression on some of y/n family at least, sorry for being late I had to reschedule a few flights and stuff" they shook hands.

"Dean her brother, and don't worry about it works work and its good your serious about it, a better first impression than some" he replied casting your sisters hunsband a look that no one missed as Henry sat down beside you placeing an arm across your shoulders. Kissing the side of your head.

"So you gonna introduce me love?"  He asked motioning around the table everyone Camille release her husbands hand batting at him as he reached out for her thrusting her son at him then placed one hand in her lap and leant over the table holding out her hand as if he should kiss it giving him sultry eyes trying to entice him.

"Im Camille y/n's older sister" she said fluttering her eyelashes at him you tensed knowing what she was doing. Henry grasped her offered hand and shook it. Causing your mum to snort a laugh into her glass and others to chuckle. Camille has done this before, the only other serious relationship you had ended cos of arguments about how he acted with her, tho back then she wasn't married.  Pulling back Henry smiled at her and casually ran his fingers across your lovebite riddled neck, then pulled you in placing another kiss to it making you giggle pushing him away, but he fought a little capturing your hands kissing your palms. You smiled as she clenched the hand he shook into a fist before lowering it beside her plate. Henry was a master of posessive gestures but she had got the message

"Nice to meet you. And this is your husband?" He said politely charming voice. She bristled as she watched him tuck you into his side leaning back watching as her husband shook his hand and started kissing his ass, she slumped back huffing and levled her man with a look making him sit back and let you finish introduceing him to everyone happy that your man had your back.

"So the kids called you Superman? I dont think I've seen your version, I'm sure I'd have remembered seeing you in a tight suit" she dropped her voice and twiddled with her straw her husband gulped

"I have been trying to get you to watch it with me but you said you don't do nerdy shit" he spoke upand you giggled as she gapped flstered, Henry just smirked tugging holding your leg beneath the table patting it softly as you tensed.

"Well thats a shame tho I know that heros aren't evenyones thing, But yes I've played superman in man of steel and soon we will be filming Batman vs Superman so I'm excited for that"  you giggled

"And I for one am definitely looking forward to that" he laughed out loud poking your side

"And I wonder why?" You giggled at him

"Well I'm looking forward to getting the bed to myself for a few weeks" he shook his head

"Like you sleep on the bed? Babe you sleep on top of me I dont think youve touched the mattress...wait scratch that I know you have~" you stuttered as the others rolled their eyes chuckling you slaped his arm lightly as he joined in wriggling his eyebrows at you, you noticed from the side of your eye Camille moved closer to him, leaning over the table fluttering her eyes and squeezing her chest to show off her assets, you cringed biting your lip as he gave her a smile and cleared his throat look then cast his gaze to you, you must have taken his smile as the wrong way as you looked down he sighed moving his hand up your thigh then leaned in to you whispering in your ear

"And this is why you should have let me cum in your panties before you left, it would have been a reminder that you are mine, the only one for me, but I suppose we will just have to remember next time" he parted from your ear with a quick but very noticable nip on your ear lobe you shuddered blushing bright red looking at him bashfully before he plucked a cherry tomato from your plate winking as he popped it in his mouth.

"So your stepping into the role again? can't wait for that?" Your brother in law said enthusiastically Your sister fumed quietly to herself watching as Henry had snubbed her for you, she didn't know what he had said but it was something that made you embarrassed he wiped his mouth with a napkin as he nodded.

"Yeah filming starts in a few months.... now anyway which reminds me babe you need to sort out your passport" you blinked at him

"What? why?" He grinned at you

"Well I know how much you liked the last suit so I did some talking to the director and you my love have been invited on set for a few weeks....So we need to get your passport sorted I was hopeing to take you with me, they said it'd be fine for you to bunk with me and Kal for a few weeks if your up for it" you furrowed your brows

"You told them I like the suit?! You-really Henry?" He gave you a cheeky grin

"Well I didnt say the words but... he knew what I meant" you gave him a look and sighed shaking your head at him, deep down he was a child

"Seriously their okay with that? You wont mind me on set I mean your going to be busy" He smiled nodding quickly

"Yes Id love to have you there, we do that sometimes have our other halves come over to see us work for a while, youll get to see some of the filming and meet the others, we can spend a few nights in a hotel to if you want you know go about town anyway they gave me to okay so think it over" you smiled nodding makingnhim beam at you.

"You should go! I can take the dogs for a few weeks" your mum added snickering at the face your sister pulled as she thumped her glass down. Henry was was trying to make a point you could tell by the way he lathered you with attention more then usual,unable to keep his hands off of you, always kissing or leaning into you as he spoke with the others around the table. He seemed to get on well with everyone, your mum loved him and Dean seemed to like the his banter he fit in well with you all ,so well he was already going on a fishing trip with your brother in a few weeks, you were relaxed you had expected him to get on with your family and he had been ignoring the way your sister was trying desperately trying to flirt with him beautifuly evading all her little tricks and counteracting  all her digs he seemed to get annoyed  and eventually brought up about her wedding again useing the opportunity and switched talking to her husband who was being a right little fanboy asking for an autograph and gushing over him which pissed her off even more the final straw was when the kids got him with their water guns and found themselves casually tossed in the pool one by one by him and dean both shaking their heads they both pulled off their tops. You watched as everyone raised brows at him you licked your lips as your sister in law leaned in

"Your a lucky bitch you know that?" You both giggled

"Trust me it gets better, you want to see his thighs" she scoffed

"Fuck thighs I want to see his cock, details bitch details!"

"Leathal and addictive" You both laughed loud drawing his attention from his conversation with Dean, he raised an eyebrow at youshaking his head when you both became bright red

"I think our women are being cheeky" he smirked as you both blushed and began giggleing again, Camille was sitting drooling over him as he walked around her to the washing line throwing his and deans tshirts over it, he froze frowning when your sister placed a hand on his torso and moved up to his chest firmly.

"Wow so thats what you were hiding beneath all that?" he cleared his throat nodding then batted away her hand sat back down you grunted wanting to smack her one he stopped you kissing your cheek trying to calm you down.

"But then again you'd have to have muscles to move her about with the extra weight she carries" there were gasps and growls from around the table you froze henry growled a little his eye became cold.

"Well I think a woman should be just that...a woman big or small doesn't matter...Tho personally I'm an ass man  and your sisters is fantastic, isn't that right sweetheart?" You flushed as he rounded the table again then scopped you into his lap wrapping his arms around you under your bust making them rise a little

"And these can't forget them either" you giggled as he quickly stole kisses from you once that little ploy failed she was quiet sulking to herself watching as you and henry kept on slowly picking at the food on his plate conversation flowed nicely, that is until camille spoke up again this time going in for the kill.

"So Henry how do you feel about kids?" She asked everyone around the table stopped. Oh shit here we go.

"Camille!" Your mum warned but it was too late Henry smiled at he placing a hand on your thigh.

"Well its early days we haven't discussed it but I'd love to have kids some day and if everything goes according to plan it will be with y/n" you turned to him sharply dreading. He unknowingly walked into your sisters trap. Your heart broke at his admission and he saw it on your face as he glanced at you. In the background you heard your sister gasping.

"Oh no I'm sorry seeing as you were serious I thought you'd spoke to him." She freighned and apologetic look. It took every once of self control not to fly at her over the table.

"Tell me what?" Henry asked befor his eyes widened. Shit. Here it comes again the talk and enevitable break up. You couldn't have kids plain and simple. And no one wanted a young woman who would never be able to give him a child of his own. You gave one last tearfull look to tyour snake of a sister.

"Your a cruel bitch!" then got up leaving the table Henry right behind you as you got in the kitchen. Sitting down at the table you hung your head low hideing your tears as you knew the best thing to happen to you was about to leave.

"I knew this was a stupid idea" you managed between your sobs as you heard angry voices out side you go to move but he stops you. He leant down infront of you making you look at him.

"Hey it wasn't,no dont worry about them...Come on baby look at me." You shook your head befor quickly having him tuck you into his chest rocking you lightly calming you down. You hugged him tight trying to savour the last little comfort he was going to give you.

"Sweetheart I'm sorry its something we should have talked about Before starting to have sex huh?" He said kissing your head as he tilted your face to look at him smoothing your hair wiping your tears away with his thumb, reaching over you he tore off some kitchen roll before dabbing yout face with it and handing it to you as you unwound your arms from his waist feeling the cold prickles of dread in your stomach. Taking a deep shakey breath you steeled yourself for what was to come. He leaned against the table beside you waiting patiently.

"I.. she did this on purpose Henry love....I love you...B-but I can't have kids, well Its very unlikley....They said its nearly impossible.....I'm sorry so sorry...Youd make a great dad and I want you to know I understand....If its something you really want then we should cut our losses now befor-" you jumped as he growled gripping your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, he was stern, upset and angry. "You are not leaving me. Not over this. I meant what I said in the garden I'd love to have a family someday and if we can't have children of out own then there are other options. God knows that there are hundreds of children in the system that are waiting for loving homes to be adopted into and if we really want to go through the whole nine yards then we can have a surrogate." You gaped at him shaking your head

"Wh-what you dont understand I cant- Im not a true woman! I'm never going to give you-"

"Enough! I dont ever want to hear you say that again! A true woman , of coures you are! Your mine and who cares we can have kids other ways...Children do not make you a true woman or not I love you and we can find a way if we want our own... I suppose Camille  put that stupid thought in your head?"

"Shes right what kind of woman cant-Im broken Henry! How can you be okay with this?" You shrugged unable to continue as you began trying to fighr back sobs still not believing he would stay. He deserves a happy home full of love and family.

"I dont care love" he grabbed you shaking your shoulders a little desperate for you to look him in the eye

"I dont care I fell in love with you, not for the fact you could give me children or not, but your kind and funny and...your my soul mate I.Love.you dont you understand that, I want you no one else and this will make us stonger, you are perfect and you are not broken you my better half and my woman... My stunning, perfect woman Y/n and we are not over,I'm not leaving you and you are certainly not leaving me not over this" you sniffled still confused not fully understanding what was going on. 'Why is he saying this? Why hasn't he left? The others did' you frowned at him

"Wh-what? No yo-you should be angry...Leaving...no one wants a young woman who can't give them children of their own" You mumbled confused at him he sighed again befor loweing down to eye level releasing his grip on your chin and carassed your face lightly you shuddered leaning into him.

"Sweetheart in case you havent realised children isn't the be all and end all for me, we can find another way later down the line, besides you said its very unlikely not impossible and if we decided to try for kids you can bet your ass I will be fucking you full every chance I get! Fuck I might even tie you to the bed for a week or so and that my love is a promise and a threat.. .Really this is my fault we should have spoke about this before starting to have sex I was a little to eager in that respect." You blushed remebering just how eager he was not that he was the only one. He kissed your cheek.

"I love you, so much and I'm planning on being with you for as long as you can stand me" he said before kissing you passionatly pulling you up and sitting you on the table standing between your parted knees he pulled away. 

"You really don't have a problem with it?" He shook his head before attaching himself to you again tangeling tongues holding you tightly against his chest trying to pour all his feelings into you.

"Problem? With the enevitable fuck fest? Babe I'm a man. And like I said if that doesn't work we have options" you smiled tugging him back down giving him a tender kiss that got deeper as he pulled ou forward you heard someone clear their throat making you jump away. Peering around Henry you saw dean standing at the door arms folded you flushed and shrunk.

"So I take it by the way your sucking on my baby sister theres no need for me to,kick the shit outta you?" He asked casually Henry chuckled squeezing your hips holding you still as you tried to shimmy off the table around him.

"No sir, got it all straightened out. Haven't we babe?" You nodded sheepishly

"Good cos I don't feel like having my ass handed to me in front of my own kids...I mean I know I wouldn't win but I'd have to try...being that little twats older brother and all" you smiled at him Henry laughed

"Trust me we are good, just needed to clear the air, you know how she gets always thinking the worst,  a habbit I'm slowly breaking" Dean nodded smileing as you was tucked up in Henry's arm's as he pulled you from the table all three of you snapped your head to the door as you heard a loud cry then heels stomping into the kitchen from the garden, camille was clutching her face supporting a bloodied nose she sneared at you venomously

"Well I hope your fucking happy! Walking in here thinking your better than everyone! He probably isn't even with you! A fucking look alike escort pathetic!" You grit your teeth

"What's pathetic is a fucking married woman jealous of her baby sister! Grow up for fuck sake you are not gods gift! god sake just threw yourself at my boyfriend infront of your whole family including your husband and son" she took a step back looking for a quick escape, you'd never stood up to her like this before.

"You spent years trying to knock me down and for what? Jealousy hatred you know I don't know what I've done you make you hate me but I'm sick of trying to make it up to you, from now on you can go fuck yourself, I spent years looking up to you, wanting what you had but now I see you never had anything not really, it was always someone elses man, someone elses baby to fawn over ,your other halfs cars you had fuck all yourself and now what you've got isn't fucking worth having so you have to make yourself feel better by stomping all over me the first time I've seen it clear as day your fucking jealous!" She sniffed blinking stunned that you snapped back, you pointed at her face ignoring the way Henry moved to pull you back if you start swinging.

"I've had it, don't ever talk to me again, ever and I truly mean that, we. are. done." She took another step back shocked before screeching.

"What?"

"I mean it, this is the last straw for me, we're done I'm done you tried to sabotage the best thing thats ever happened to me because you hate the idea of me somehow out doing you. Fuck you. As far as I'm concered I have no sister" she looked upset and went to touch you but you flinched away.

"Y/n you can't mean-"

"Your a toxic and childish person Camille, come back when you grow up until then stay the fuck away" she tried blinking back tears, she never expected for you to cut her out of your life, it hurt deep she looked down then quickly made her way past you through the kitchen her husband carrying their toddler behind her looking thoughrly embarassed

"Y/n I'm really sorry-"

"Fuck off, your just as bad! You were made for each other" he sighed glancing at the others in the room before following her out seconds later the front door slammed shut so hard it shook the interior walls. You and dean shared a look turning as your mum who had been by the back door watching walked into the kitched going over to the sink she turnt on the tap running her hand under cold water.

"I don't think we will see her for a while." She said quietly as she stopped the tap "Henry could you pass me the kitchen roll please" he did as he was asked. Dean spoke up in disbelief.

"Did you just smack her?" She shook her head

"No no of course not, you should know by now I punch, that was way out of line and she knew it, then she started mouthing off to me when I told her some home truths having the audacity to try and turn it around playing the victim I've had enough of her shit stirring in this family." You mother said as she placed the kitchen roll on her red knuckles. Dean scoffed out a laugh

"Fucking typical the one time she gets what she deserves and I fucking miss it." You giggle a little. Yeah it was typical. Your mum aproached Henry.

"Im sorry you had to see that ,its not usually this bad... but this was coming for a long time, I don't know whats up with that girl but she doesn't think anyone but her has the right to be happy, everything is a competition , shes spent years putting y/n down and it must have really boiled her piss that y/n has found happiness with a handsome successful man ,she has to be top dog today she learnt she isnt. Henry I can't thank you enough for giving Y/n the confidence she needed to snap back, I've watched that girl tear y/n apart for years and none of us could give her the boost she needed to sort it out but you did." Your mother explained. Henry smiled down at you kissing your head .

"No need to apologise or thank me, y/n warned me but I thought she may have exaggerated, I was caught off gaurd and that was my fault... And we never spoke about children...if we do want them in the future we will find a way" He said sheepishly before pulling you towards him you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you keeping you as close to him as possible. It was then that david came running in. 

"Dad can we have cake now?" Dean nodded to him and ushered you all out into the garden for cake henry sat and dragged you onto his lap kissing the back of your neck lightly as you both dug into your cake.

"You ok now love?" You nodded leaning back on his chest finishing your mouthfull then reaching up you kissed under his jaw.

"Yeah I'm perfect." He ran his nose along the shell of your ear.

"Really? you've had a stressfull day, I think I might have to help you de-stress once we get home." He whispered heatedly you laughed at him as he ran his nose along your neck biting softly.

"Oi loverboy back up thats my baby sister." Dean said waving a fork at you both Henry pulled back a little with a cheeky grin.

"Yes sir, we will keep it pg....untill we get to the car" Dean laughed as the blushed slapping his arm

"Henry no!" He grinned before trapping you in a bear hug shouting

"Henry yes!" Before sucking on your neck making you wriggle trying to squirm away as everyone laughed watching your antics, finally he stopped and kissed your cheek before you both relaxed watching the kids run around hyped on sugar, you leaned back against him as he hummed into the back of your neck giving a quick kiss.That was when it really sunk in that he was still here. He still wanted you. Tears welled in your eyes as you realised it was all going to be ok. You tucked your head in his neck hiding your tears of relief.

"I love you." You mumbled into his chest he wrapped his arm around you tighter resting his face in your hair.

"I love you too" ending with a kiss on your hair looking up he saw your mum and brother looking at him  questioning what was going on he mouthed 'relief' you them and they nodded in understanding as you snuggled into him more.

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Roman + interrogation as a sequal to the Remus + framed fic perhaps?

Holy shit this took a long time... It's hurt/comfort tho

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Masterpost Takes place after this fic

Warnings: blood, shouting, arguing, child abuse (in passing), mentions of death (in passing), swearing, crying (It's a baby), bolded text, U!Roman, not taking care of yourself?, ask to tag

Words: 4k

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Red Eyes

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It had been a mouth.

It had been a single mouth from when Patton opened the yellow side’s door and saw his new friend slaughtered beyond recognition. The door was still there. Blood still stained his carpet, dust collected on his items because they didn’t have the heart to pack his things away. His name became a word that was never said, never whispered, never hushed. But it was always thought. They couldn’t go a single day without imagining his smile, or his laugh, or how his scales gilded against his cheekbones with the smooth grace that shouldn’t be humanly possible.

He was beautiful. But beauty is often destroyed by people who process envy in their hearts.

Even now, as Patton tried to convince a cranky baby to eat his damn apple sauce, he still thought of the yellow side.

Patton let loose a heavy sigh as he put the bowl down with a click on the highchair. Anwir wouldn’t stop crying, the small side was letting loose heartbreaking sobs as he banged on the flimsy plastic tray, his face turned up in a sour expression.

Patton sniffled, his eyes clouded with tears and bright red from a round of crying a few hours ago. “C’mon kiddo… you gotta eat something! Growing snakes like you need food!” Patton’s pleas fell upon deaf ears as the child only cried harder. Patton huffed, playing with the full spoon in his hands. “Anwir…. please?” 

The child didn’t even spare him a glance. Only screaming louder. Patton rested his head against the table, letting a few sobs escape as the hatchling screamed his heart out.

To be fair towards the cyan side, he hadn’t raised a child for a good two decades. Logan was the last toddler in the light household, and he was a lot easier to deal with than Anwir. Logan just wanted toast with a bit of Crofters on top of it. That was it. All he wanted. Anwir refused to eat anything that wasn’t up to his standard and this child was very picky. His food cannot be touching, absolutely no green beans, anything bitter was a no, not to mention his insisting that his food cannot be boiled under any circumstances.

Patton had completely collapsed to the table, the only sound being the baby’s cries and the occasional sniffle from him.

“Uhhh, you alright there popstar?” Patton raised his head, ears full of cotton as Anwir continued his protests, the right side of his face a bright red compared to his yellow scales, although the scales did have the occasional blue one mixed in with the buttercup color. Virgil stood in the doorway, phone in his hand. His eyes flickered momentarily to the baby, “What’s wrong with the child?”

Patton sighed, glasses fogged as he spared a glance to Anwir, “he won’t eat his food and has been crying for half an hour. I don’t know what to do! I tried giving him an orange!” Patton looked back to the screaming child in a Stitch onesie, “which he threw on the ground….” 

Virgil huffed a small laugh as he snatched Anwir from the highchair, “Maybe he needs a nap.” Anwir was squirming in Virgil’s hold, bitter noises leaving the smaller side, “huh, that’s not…. Normal…”

Patton stood and walked next to Virgil, the two locked concerned eyes as they looked at deceit Anwir. “We need to get Logan,” Patton muttered under his breath as he bolted up the stairs to find the logical side.

Virgil bounced the tiny side while trying to quiet his tears, “sh, sh, it’s ok Anwir.” The purple side paced back and forth, eventually leaving the kitchen to take the side to the living room. Anwir was normally fussy, but not like this.

Virgil sat on the couch, placing the side on his lap, “What’s with you today?” Virgil bounced the ten-month-old on his leg as he waited for Logan and Patton to come back, humming the same lullaby that Ja- that he used for him.

Logan and Patton were back in less than five minutes, Logan looked like he was torn from his work (if the pencil behind his ear was any indication) Logan huffed a breath and looked at Anwir.

All of them had different ways to cope with his death. Patton threw himself in completely into caring for the newest member, even sacrificing his own health to tend to the child. Virgil locked himself in his room, only occasionally coming down to take care of Anwir while Patton was sleeping. Roman pretended everything was ok, the red side was always seen with his signature smile and witty comments. Logan dived into his work, hardly able to look at the new side. And Remus… no one knew what Remus was up to. Nor did they care, Remus was the entire reason he was gone.

Anwir hissed, hissing was a new thing, and he only did it when he was in pain. Logan raised an eyebrow, “Did he fall off the couch again?” grimacing at Patton’s disagreement.

“No, he’s been with me all morning… well! Roman did take him for a walk earlier!”

Logan nodded as he reached forward, unzipping the onesie that covered the scaled child. Tears leaked down Anwir’s face as the other three side’s eyes widened with horror and anger.

Bruises ran down the child’s ribs, colors of fuchsia, a deep puke yellow that was speckled underneath red splotches, followed by small cuts all over his chest. A single scale was ripped from its place. Streams of blood flowed down Anwir’s chest from the ripped out scale, it was close to his skin on the other half of his body. Meaning that a portion of skin was brought with the scale when it was torn out.

The three felt anger bubble in their stomachs. This wasn’t Remus. It couldn’t be Remus. Remus was locked away in the dark.

But here is the newest member of the family, with cuts and bruises covering his flesh. Eyes filled with tears and a look of betrayal. This child had trusted so much, wide eyes that wanted to learn everything, see everything, touch things that he was meant to leave alone. And now he was covered in blood and bruises. Just like Janus.

Anwir’s existence meant a tragic end for a friend. But it also meant a new chance. They loved Janus, but he had problems. He trusted little, he hid things, he put others' health before his own under the guise of doing his job. Anwir was a chance to make things right. And someone ruined it.

Patton gritted his teeth as Logan ran to get the medkit. Thoughts ran through his mind over who it could be. It wasn’t Virgil, Logan, or him. Roman wouldn’t do something like this… would he?

Logan started to bandage Anwir’s wounds, pressing a kiss to the child’s forehead between each bandage, causing the child to giggle as he reached for Logan’s glasses. Patton chewed on his lip before making his decision, sparing Virgil a glance. The purple side nodded as Logan fought the baby for his glasses back.

“Roman! Kiddo! Come down here!”

Angry footsteps were heard from upstairs. A door slamming only caused the baby to cry once again, Patton looked back towards Virgil and Logan.

Logan was chewing inside of his cheek, his eyes slightly glazed over with tears as Anwir screamed when the anti-septic hit his wounds. Virgil was pacing back and forth, unsure what to make of the situation.

It was a few seconds later when the boastful prince walked down the steps with annoyance, his feet dragging against the wooden steps and his breath heavy. Roman hit the last step and turned to face the father figure, “What?” Roman hissed through his teeth with a sneer.

Patton steeled his expression and drew a steady breath. “Logan, take Anwir to his room and then come back please.” The blue side nodded and picked up the crying child and carried him up the stairs. The cyan side noticed the glare that Roman gave the yellow child.

Patton locked eyes with Roman, his son, he raised Roman from the very second he split from the King. “Where did you take Anwir on your walk?”

Roman raised an eyebrow and leaned against the banister, “I took him to the forest in the imagination. He liked the squirrels.” Roman shifted his gaze over to Virgil, only to be met with cold eyes, “why do you ask padre?”

Patton drew a slow breath, he had to keep calm. “What did you and Anwir do on your walk?”

Roman furrowed his brows in thought, his posture was rigid, burning green eyes bore into the fatherly side, “I don’t think you need to know that, pops.”

Silence spread throughout the living room, Logan came back down but the quiet didn’t break. The clock ticked on the wall, filling the quiet room with an ear-shattering noise. Cyan, blue, and purple eyes bore into green ones. Time fell away as loud crying could be heard from the child’s nursery.

Patton sighed, “Vir-”

“I’ll get it, Patton,” Logan shot a dirty look towards Roman before he left the room.

The room stayed quiet for a few minutes. A treaty of stillness, before Patton broke it, “You killed him, didn’t you?”

Roman took his eyes off the carpeted floor, “Of course I didn’t! What a ridiculous accusation! I would never take Janice away from us!” Roman’s composure was growing sloppy, far too cheerful, his green eyes showed too much happiness for someone just accused of murder.

“You can drop the act dude. We saw what you did to Anwir.” The purple side stood stiff, his eyes glowing with hostility, “You can’t possibly think that we’re buying that ‘he did that to himself!’ when he can barely even walk yet.” His voice leaked the mocking tone as he took fast-paced steps to the red side, “ADMIT IT. YOU KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED JANUS.” Virgil was inches away from Roman’s face, his canines bared as he hissed his threat in the red side’s face

Roman pushed Virgil back, his facade not even wavering as the purple side stumbled, “NO! I didn’t fucking kill the snake!” he pushed his hair back into its position, combing back fly-aways. “I mean- Come on emo! Would I do such a thing?”

“We know what you did Roman!” Patton’s voice was cracking, tears filling his eyes, “We saw Anwir’s bruises! You were the only other one to be near him today! We kn-”

“Well, maybe you killed him! Huh! With all that guilt-tripping you do, I wouldn’t be surprised if you killed the asshole because he didn’t fit your “perfect family” I bet you put those bruises on the brat too!”

Patton choked on his voice, tears sprang to his eyes as he stumbled backward. “Wh-what?”

“Roman!” Virgil growled as the red side pushed down a smirk

“What?! If we’re going to be blaming the innocent here then we might as well look at someone who spent more time with Deceit than anyone else! Not to mention that he has been Anwir’s primary caregiver! He could have killed Janus and given Anwir the cuts when no one was around! There’s plenty of knives to rip out that scale too!” Roman could feel his pride building, his hubris starting to sour towards the clouds.

“Cuts?”

And like Icarus, Roman fell.

“Duh! He has like twenty cuts running down his chest.”

“Roman. We never mentioned him having cuts, let alone on his chest. Or that one of his scales was ripped out either” Virgil narrowed his eyes, he ground his tongue against his canine.

Roman faltered, “I-”

Patton wiped his eyes, “just admit it kiddo. You killed him.”

Roman blinked, he focused back on the carpet. Blinking as he realized what we had just admitted to. His crocodile tears melted away as he smiled and pulled himself higher. “Fine. I did it. I killed him.” Roman looked straight into Patton’s eyes, “Is that want you wanted?”

The red side started to pace back and forth, a manic grin spread on his face, “And you wanna know something? I would do it a million times! I would pay anything to see the fear spread into the “Great Janus Sanders” eyes again!” Roman breathed deep and let loose a small laugh, “You don’t get it… Janus was bad for Thomas! He’s a liar! Liars are never good! yoU JUST NEED TO SEE THAT!” Roman screamed, his voice carrying across the house, “I’M HIS HERO! I’M HIS HE-”

The thunk of a duffle-bag hit the bottom steps, landing right at Roman’s feet and stopping his lies. Roman looked up to see Logan at the top of the stairs, holding Anwir in his arms. The child was now dressed in a new onesie and now had a stuffed frog in his grip. Logan however had tears leaking steadily down his cheeks as he rubbed the child’s back in a soothing manner

Anwir was trying to give Logan his frog for his attempt to comfort, “Fra!”

“Frog.” Logan corrected the child without having to think of it as he descended the steps.

Logan stopped in front of Roman, “Your stuff is in the bag. Get out. I refuse to have a murderer in this household.

Roman blinked, mouth gaping open slightly, “Lo! C’mon nerd! You don’t mean that!” Roman reached forward to touch Logan on the shoulder, his expression turning sour when Logan backed up out of reach, “Loga-”

“Just go!” Anwir looked at Logan and brought his frog to his mouth as Roman grabbed the bag.

“And where am I gonna go?! Huh? Where Logan!?” Roman growled as his eyes flickered to the other two sides.

The blue side looked down to the child in his arms, “I don’t care. Go to the darks, you’re certainly close enough in your… tactics. Or go live in the imagination, you have an entire castle there” “Fra!” “Yes Anwir, frog.”

Roman furrowed his brows as he threw the bag over his shoulder. The door was slammed shut seconds later.

Logan rubbed his eyes as he walked up to the group, “Logan. You alright dude?” Logan looked up at Virgil. 

The blue side nodded, “We need to go get Remus.” The other two mumbled agreements as they sunk out.

The four sides popped up in the dark side. True to its name, it was well, dark. Pictures were scattered everywhere. Virgil knelt, a small smile spreading to his face as he stared back at purple and green sides attempting to bake a cake for a yellow side’s birthday.

They continued down the hallway, Anwir clinging to Logan’s tie as they walked, his eyes growing heavy. They passed an orange door on their trek, covered in padlocks, the group exchanged looks but left it alone to continue to the living room.

The group of four made it to the living room. Remus sat on the floor, tears streaming down his face as he repeatedly pushed a needle through fabric. Over and over. Mumbling words under his breath as the needle drew the thread through yellow cotton.

Remus seemed to be working on a tapestry. It was large, almost the size of the entire living room, it was divided into different panels; eight total.

The first panel was complete. It consisted of a small child alone in a dark house, yellow scales spread on the otherwise featureless face of the main subject. His clothes were torn and slightly ragged as he covered his head, tears leaking down on the subject’s face. Dark shadows whispering in his ears.

In the second, the side seemed slightly older. His posture was less scared and more unsure as he helped a smaller child up, leading him somewhere. The smaller one was covered in red and a sickly green color, tears leaking down steadily. The yellow side was still young, maybe seven at the most, but it was clear that all he wanted to do was care for the green side. The green one had a face. Two red eyes filled with fear, lips curled into a cry as he reached for the side

In the third, the yellow figure was older, clearly, a teenager, and now had a long scar coming from his ear to his mouth. He was holding a purple blanket in his arms. Beside him walked the eccentric green figure, who was practically clinging to his arm in every step. The erratic green side had an ear to ear grin while they walked.

The next stood three figures. All adults. The yellow one in the center, green on his left, purple on his right. The two of them that had faces seemed happy, smiles on their faces as they looked at the yellow figure. They were proud. And happy too. But you could see with a few stitches of white thread, the hesitance in the purple one’s eyes was subtle but prevalent.

The next panel seemed to be the end of the happy tale. The yellow side was crumpled to the ground, the black shadows swarming the figure one again in bitter mockery of when they were a child. His clothes weren’t torn but wrinkled beyond repair as tears shone down his scales. Wine bottles scattered by his feet, his face a slight gray tone as the scales grew darker. In his hands, a striped gray sweater.

Remus was still sewing the sixth panel. His hair a mess as he rocked back and forth, tears flowing down his cheeks as he pushed the needle through the fabric. The entire tapestry was made of mainly yellow, black, green, and purple thread. With the occasional wisp of orange. Blood flowed down the green side’s fingers, picked from the needle, and stabbed raw from his repeated actions.

The shadows in the room downcasted on the side, the red gleam in his eyes glowing slightly as he continued his muttering. He didn’t even acknowledge the four new sides in the room, only continuing his swaying and muttering under his heavy breaths.

“Rem?” Virgil spoke softly, his voice hardly heard over Remus’s muttering.

The green side either ignored Virgil or just didn’t hear them as he continued to push the blood stained needle through the fabric

“Remus, kiddo?” Patton stepped forward, it was a small step, but his foot skimmed the edge of the tapestry. Patton took a step backward when the fabric was pulled roughly by the green side towards him. 

Logan looked down towards the floor, multitudes of other sewing projects were thrown around. Mostly small stuffed snakes. Some were yellow, others teal or green, but there were hundreds of them. Logan set down Anwir, giving him a green snake to play with. “Stay.” “Bah!” “Thank you.”

Logan rose back up, taking careful steps towards Remus. The tapestry was sitting on his lap, meaning that his back was exposed and Logan could get to him without stepping on his project. Logan carefully stepped around, eventually getting clear access to Remus.

“Remus can you hear me?” Logan spoke softly and clearly, keeping his hands in Remus’s view as he met his eyes.

“Can’t talk. Need to finish this.” Remus didn’t meet Logan’s eyes, he only pulled the thread through the fabric, creating an eye of a much larger figure.

Logan drew a breath, “ok… what are you working on then?”

Remus knotted the green thread, snipping off the excess and pulling the yellow thread from a pile beside him, “My apology.”

Logan pulled his full attention to the green side beside him, the other two only watching as they couldn’t help but become absorbed in the conversation. “Your apology? Remus, you didn’t do anything-”

“No! No! I did! I killed him! I took my morningstar and hit his ribs until they were nothing but snake putty! I wrapped my hands around his throat until his eyes got cloudy and he looked at me with betrayal! I ripped out every one of his pretty scales and that crimson blood leaked out of every hole! I-I killed him!” Remus sped up his stitches, his voice growing thick as the tears rolled down his cheeks in globs, “I killed him!” he stopped his stitches, tears soaking down his mustache he choked on his sobs, dropping the needle with shaking hands, “I killed my best friend.”

The other sides could only stare as Remus broke down. Hiding his face in his hands as tears fell on the weeks worth of work. Regret seeped in Remus’s every word. It was like it was dunked in it, covered completely in sorrow and pain.

The sides stood frozen. The room echoed with Remus’s cries. They were haunting, the sound that you only hear in your nightmares. The sides felt their voices dissipate. Until one of them broke the hollow silence.

Anwir shuffled forward, crawling on his hands and knees with his stuffed frog in his hands. The other sides only watched as the child sat down mere inches away from the green side and held out his frog to the upset side, “Fra!”

Remus raised his head to look at the smaller side, his breaths were heavy. Tears clogging his pores and nose, his hair was a mess from a month without a hairbrush. “W-what?”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing slightly, “he means frog. He’s been trying to give people his frog when they’re upset.”

Remus blinked, his mind fogging slightly before it cleared. And he laughed. Remus laughed and pulled the scaled baby to his lap.

 “Fra! Fra! Fra!”

Remus chuckled as he bounced the child, “Fra? I agree! Can you say fuck?”

Anwir blinked for a few seconds, “fua!”

Remus hummed, “hm.. Not quite. Fuck. Fu-ck. Fuck!” Patton rocked back and forth on his heels, he didn’t quite approve of Remus trying to teach his baby swears, but the moment was too wholesome to raise a fuss.

Anwir stared at the green side, heterochromatic eyes wide as he stared into the red pools of Remus’s eyes. “Fuh!” The smaller side smiled as he reached beside him, making grabby hands towards the sewing needles, making a slight pouty face when Remus pulled the needles away, “No. No sharp things until you learn how to say fuck.”

The other three sides watched with a smile as Remus played with the newest member, but eventually, Anwir fell asleep against Remus’s chest.

Virgil stretched, standing from his position on the floor, “come on Rem, let's go home.”

Remus snapped his head up from the child in his lap, “what? No.” Remus took in a large breath like sigh, “I still killed Janny. I can’t go back.”

Patton stood up tall, he took in a large breath and looked Remus directly in the eyes. Rocking back and forth on his heels slightly, “Kiddo, you didn’t kill him” Patton pushed his tears back and forced his voice to comply, “R-Roman did.”

“You were wrongfully framed Remus,” Logan added, putting a hand on Remus’s shoulder

“And we were wrong to accept you as the culprit without any concrete proof.” Virgil leaned against the concrete wall of the darkside living room.

Remus blinked, running his hand through the smaller side’s hair as the thoughts went through his head. He shook his head roughly, “no! No.. just because I don’t remember it, doesn’t mean that I didn’t fucking do it!” The green side bit his lip harshly, a small hint of copper filling his mouth.

Virgil pushed the tapestry to the side, allowing him a path to walk directly to Remus, “Remus, look at me.” the green side hesitantly raised his head to lock eyes with Virgil, “If you really wanted to kill Janus, would you have done this?” he pointed towards the tapestry, vibrant shades of gold and silver sticking out from the folded over fabric, “would you have taken away the needles from Anwir so he wouldn’t hurt himself? Would you have been so apologetic that you spent weeks down here, alone, making things that reminded you of him?” Virgil looked Remus dead in the eyes. “Dude, you need to stop listening to that head of yours and listen to the nerd. Not everything is your fault.” The green side nodded.

“Not everything is my fault…” Remus hushed a breath, the words light and airy as they flowed out of his lips.

Virgil nodded with a small grin, “Come on, trash goblin. Let’s go home.” he extended his hand, his smile growing wider when Remus rested his hand on top.

Logan rolled up the tapestry, Patton collected the hundreds of plush snakes, Virgil picked up the memories trapped in the photographs. And then they left. A green door switching out for a red one in the concrete house.

And the new family went home.

They had a lot to fix, a lot to mend, a lot to forgive. But they had each other. And sometimes, that’s all you need.

[wolfcha1k]

As soon as I started practicing kisses I suddenly can't help adding them now lmao something fluffy and firey for you heathens. Still sfw content tho ofc. Based on the new fanart I did recently so some of it doesn't match the art in hindsight :"D I think now its just gonna be a new tradition to write something to go along with my pieces.

They were taking one of their occasional adventures away from the Betterman Farm, where they would hunker down in the wilderness for several days at a time. For a while, Guy and Eep would forget there was an entire world that they shared with other people; their family. It was just the two of them, hunting and foraging and seeing the beauty the land itself provided.

She knew her home was the Farm now but her heart would never deny she was always meant for the untamed wild where the sun stretched on forever. She wasn't sure why Guy had lead her towards the desert as an area for camp, it was hot and unspeakably dry during the day, sweltering even. Her entire life had been the dusty desert and the canyon with that awful cave as the only escape from the heat.

As dusk fell, Guy had only grinned at her. They'd set up camp not long after the daytime sun joined the many nighttime suns in the sky. The sight of how many slept above her still was awe striking. Guy skinned a boar they'd hunted together, something Eep wanted to teach Dawn about someday. She knew as much as Guy enjoyed his safer, more pampered life with the Bettermans, he was still that adventurous nomad born and raised. He lived for the thrill his skills provided him and how all his ideas saved him from many obstacles.

Eep watched the fire flicker and sway, it was still surprising how alive looked. She leaned her hands out to toast her palms, the desert chilled now the sun set. She didn’t understand that either, how such a mercilessly hot place can become so cold.

The embers glowed in her green eyes when she felt Guy touch her wrist. Eep turned to him, seeing the fire reflecting in his dark gaze. He was beautiful, one of the most wonderful things she ever saw even after everything he'd shown her.

"I got the boar skinned, just need help putting a skewer through it," Guy said, gesturing towards the beast. They had parked themselves by an oasis, giving Guy a way to wash off the blood from his hands.

Eep had offered to do it, blood never phased her but Guy insisted she just rest. In the meantime she had bathed in the spring, the sand and sweat on her uncomfortable before settling down by the fire to wait on her mate. She hadn't wanted to admit it but she felt rather tired after the long trek. Guy had his reasons for picking this place but he could be so strange and peculiar about it in a way she never understood.

Perhaps that was why she loved him so much. There was nobody else in the world like him, even if she could only count the amount of people she knew on both hands.

Eep stood up from her crouching position. "Sure, I'm starving," she exclaimed, eying the pig carcass greedily. "Are you absolutely certain we can't just - "

"No, you are not sinking your teeth into that thing without cooking it first," Guy scolded her, it was more akin to when Ugga was telling off her children for causing mischief. "You'll get sick. I need to bring you back to Grug in one piece or I'll be in pieces."

"Fineeeee," Eep compromised with a dramatic sigh, leaning her neck back before walking over to help her mate spear the pig.

Eep with Guy’s help, well, mostly Eep but she liked making him feel useful, carried the spitted animal towards the campfire and held it over it. Guy had crafted some little makeshift contraption with wood and rope he'd packed, so they could use a pulley system to rotate the roasting boar

The two took alternating shifts.

"It's funny," Eep couldn’t help but muse suddenly, taking in the view. The fire made the golden sandstone burn a brilliant red color, reminding her of amber.

"What's funny?" Guy asked from his post by the pig, rotating it with a careful eye so it cooked evenly.

"Well…" Eep leaned her elbow on her bent knee, her chin on her hand. "We met in a desert and you asked me to marry you in one too."

Guy tried hiding his smile by turning back to cooking but Eep saw it, perceptive as always. He pretended to ignore her narrow eyed look. "Funny how fate works," he quipped and heard Eep snort in a very unadulterated fashion.

"You planned this," Eep accused him and Guy finally was forced to face the music because the boar didn't need this much turning on the spit.

"Me? Plan things? You must be mistaken," Guy quipped, his tone betraying him. His grin was wide. "Okay, you got me. Happy anniversary, or have you forgotten?"

"As if I can forget the night I nearly dashed your brains out with a rock," she said with more fondness than any normal person should, jumping to her feet.

Guy held her hands, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. "Me either, you're a hard one to forget."

"Well, I did call you back."

"You did," he agreed before pouting. "Not my smoothest pick up line though."

"So you didn't tell every girl that line? 'If you survive, call me?'" Eep quoted, exposing her teeth in a teasing smirk.

"Nope, you were the first and only," Guy assured her, winking. "It worked."

"It did," she agreed back, shaking her head with a giggle. "So…" Eep began coyly, averting her eyes towards the landscape colored black in silhouette.

"So…?" Guy urged her, knowing that Eep didn't need the coaxing but somehow it had just become their thing.

"What if I did come with you that night," Eep asked him, turning back to bat her eyelashes at him. "I think this is the perfect spot to humor the thought." She gazed around the desert, the ground hard with stone, much like the one she had followed Guy's fire that night.

"Well for one, your dad would have killed me because I didn't know he was part of the equation yet," Guy replied, both joking and serious as he said it. "This little journey would have definitely been way more interesting though if I had stolen you away from him."

"Stolen me," she echoed with a laugh though her ears burned from a mixture of the fire and thought. There had been an obvious attraction and two teenagers journeying alone, well, it didn't take a Betterman to figure it out. "You make this sound scandalous, Guy."

"It's not now though so that means when you took my hand, I'd do this." He lifted her palm to his lips, gently kissing a scar that led down to the pulse point of her wrist.

"No, you wouldn't have," Eep teased him. "You were too scared of me to try it."

"I wouldn’t," he agreed. "But this is a fantasy so anything can happen."

"Okay," she amused him, letting Guy continue his little story.

Guy seemed to realize a dark implication in this what if and since it was a fantasy, he could change that. "The world isn't ending, I'm still a nomad but you're just a stir crazy teenage girl instead."

"I am a stir crazy teenage girl," Eep corrected him, leaning up on her toes to brush his cheek with her nose. "And I'll remind you everyday, babe."

"You make telling this story harder than it needs to be," Guy lamented in mock offense, drawing her closer to eye her down. Eep just grinned innocently. "Stop putting plot holes."

Eep just giggled, feeling him turn her hand over to kiss her knuckles and each finger delicately. It was like having a butterfly touch her skin.

"Fine, then what?"

"We'd run away together," he continued, looking up at her with loving eyes. "Somehow outsmart your dad because Sandy would totally have sniffed us out in the morning."

Eep smirked, fighting off a broad smile in her amusement. "Would you have fought him?"

"I mean…" Sure, it was a fantasy but he was also just stronger, bigger and scarier than Guy was. Besides, hindsight wasn't twenty twenty and this caveman was now a second father to him. As annoying and abrasive as Grug had been in all the time Guy knew him, he also had a begrudging respect and admiration for him too. "Maybe we'd just bring him along anyway, save us the trouble."

"Is the log ride magic now?" Eep asked him with a wicked grin. "Does it fly us to Tomorrow? I'm sure it could if dad kicked it hard enough for us."

Guy scoffed, "This is my fantasy so there is no log."

"Aw, you're no fun," she sniggered, lifting his hand to press his palm into her nose fondly. "The log brought us together."

"Yeah but in this story you already came with me," Guy reminded her with a gentle tug, taking her hand back to stroke his thumbs fondly over her knuckles.

Eep tried hard not to laugh again, blushing as well under the soft look he gave her. He smiled at her and she melted like ice. It was intimate and vulnerable, more so than anything they'd done in all the time proceeding to this moment.

"Alright," she murmured, stroking his chest after laying her palm flat against his heart. She fiddled with the seashells dangling around his neck, idly stroking his throat and felt him swallow. "Then what?"

"I'd show you the world and since there's no The End… we wouldn't rush through it. You know, actually do some sight seeing. Fall slowly in love with each beautiful thing I show you but never seems to compare to you." Eep couldn’t help the giddy giggle as he called her beautiful, beaming bright like a sun ray at his compliment. Guy's eyes almost glazed over as he gave the silly romantic escapade story more thought, he chuckled. "Your dad would ruin all our little moments though, so it's kinda hard."

"So even in this little I went with you story, dad still keeps us apart?" Eep pouted.

"Every story needs conflict," Guy teased her. "Dad was going to catch up eventually, family in tow. We were taking the scenic route, it was bound to happen, Eep."

Eep rolled her eyes at him, tugging Guy down so they could sit with their backs to the fire. She leaned her weight against his side, feeling Guy rest his arm behind her back. "I hope things start getting more romantic for us, Guy."

Guy pressed a kiss to her temple, grinning. "It does. After hauling our crazy family cross country, we find the sun hidden on a mountain."

Eep remembered Guy's mountain, two tall twin peaks that extended high above the sky, swathed in clouds and extending out to a meadow after climbing the outcrop. They were supposed to ride it to Tomorrow, joining it among the many sleeping suns above. "How are we going to ride it to Tomorrow if I'm your Tomorrow?"

"I'm retconning stuff, stop spoiling the story," Guy scolded her, just resting his head on hers, taking in her smokey wild scent. "I realize this sooner, because the sun isn't really attainable. We go after it but it just gets farther and farther away." He extended his hand out in a reaching gesture. This meant Guy was really getting into the story.

"Are you sad for awhile?" Eep inquired, absently hugging his bicep now that Guy no longer held her hands.

"For a bit," he admitted. "I mean, my parents said to follow the sun but you really can't but…" Guy paused and gazed fondly at his wife tucked into his side, body warm, familiar and supple.

"But…?"

"I found you, light led me to you. I realize this and tell you I love you after this little journey." Guy nuzzled her cheek with a blissful little sigh. "Also then we find the Bettermans and live happily ever after in their treehouse with the punch monkeys."

Eep poked him in the chest, not really the reaction he was expecting after that happy ending. "You can't just skip an entire chapter like that and tack 'the end!'"

Guy took her hand in both of his, cupping it tender in-between his palms. "It works when your dad tells stories," he joked.

"Well, that was before you started telling better stories," Eep exclaimed with a childish huff that was so her it made Guy muffle a laugh into her shoulder.

"Did you tell Grug that?"

"You know how dad is," she replied a bit more sheepishly this time. "Least everybody doesn't die at the end anymore."

"They don't," he agreed, gazing at her fondly once again. "He's getting better though, I like happy endings."

"I like happy endings. I like you," Eep added, cuddling herself cozy as a cat under his arm and against his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, soothed by the gentle thump.

Guy stroked her back, gentle as he rested his chin above her head. "Only like?" He murmured.

"Maybe if you don't rush your endings then I'll say something else," she told him, Guy feeling her lips as she spoke against his heart.

Guy hugged her, adjusting his position so he could tug his wife onto his lap. She immediately curled up there, warm and safe as he draped his arms around her like a cocoon. "What if there is no ending yet? I like leaving our story open ended, Eep."

He suddenly found himself on his back and he gave a soft oof in surprise. Eep leaned over him, hands braced above his head as she looked down at him. The firelight made her already bright red hair even more so, blazing like the sun with the dark shadows making her eyes and face seem more intense.

"Then… I guess I can accept that," she relented after several moments, a smile crossing her face. She pressed her forehead against his, nose touching his.

Guy's eyes fluttered closed, knowing the intimate implications of the gesture amongst her people. He felt her breath fan his face before something soft touched his lips.

Immediately he wrapped his arms around her, letting his palms gently stroke the strong muscles of her back as they flexed beneath them. He'd never tired of her, beautiful and feral as she was. There was a soft gasp against his lips and he gave a quiet little growl, pressing up to mold his body with hers.

He found his words despite wanting to just keep kissing her. The moment was too right to neglect however. It took a few long moments of trading kiss after kiss that Guy had an idea to put his lips to good use in a way he wouldn't need to stop. Trailing a few heated kisses down the soft slope of her neck, he mumbled, "Eep?"

She hummed, "Mhm?" It was hardly the most direct of words but he took it.

"You lit a fire in me when we met," Guy confessed though he knew it was obvious at this point. It was no secret despite the circumstances of their relationship's beginning, he'd been infatuated and found her cute. Scary habits despite that, of course. "And you were in my every thought since then, I really was hoping you'd call me, Eep."

"I really wanted to go with you," she said, pushing him away to graze a palm down his bicep, tracing a stripe fondly before finding his hand to lace their fingers together. Her touch singed him more than the embers behind him did from where he lay. "I just…"

"You came with me eventually though," he reminded her though found he needed to remind himself to focus when she lifted his hand to her lips to kiss his longer fingers. He closed his eyes, sighing. "You gave me something even better than any Tomorrow I thought I'd find out there."

"Even if you were a stupid boy?" She teased him through the haze, bracing her weight against his again. She still sometimes made fun of him for that but in the moment he hardly cared, caging her in his arms.

"Yes," he grunted, Guy would agree to anything she said right now so long as she kept touching him like this.

Their lips met again but she suddenly paused, her roaming hands no longer roaming. He huffed against her lips, confused and a bit frustrated that she stopped.

"Guy?" Eep murmured against his lips breathily.

"Mhm?" It wasn't an intelligible response but having Eep so close to him like this always rendered him a useless fool.

"Do you smell something burning?" Eep drew away, ignoring Guy's protesting whine as their lips no longer brushed.

"Just my love for you," he told her, sitting up with what he hoped was a winning smile.

Eep flared her nostrils at the smell and eyes widening looked past Guy towards their camp fire, having completely forgotten about the cooking boar during their recent activities.

"Guy, the boar is on fire," she exclaimed.

Guy in an instant scrambled to his feet to try salvaging their dinner. "Oh crap!" He ran for a waterskin and a blanket but to Eep it was probably a fruitless endeavor.

She was never much of a picky eater anyway. Sometimes some burning did a meal good, she thought, touching her lips with a grin.

[darisugawa]

❝ Sorry I, uh… Walked in on your alone-time. I swear I didn’t see much. ❞ + ichiro + spicy if you can please 💕💕💕

i got two for this same prompt, so i figured i’d go ahead and get this done. went w/ a female reader since it was specified by one LOL

GOD THIS BAD BOY WAS A WHOPPER THO,,, PLS FORGIVE ME FOR PORN WITH ~*~FEELINGS~*~ BC ICHIRO’S A DUMB ROMANTIC AND I HATE MYSELF BC I DECIDED ON A FIRST TIME-ISH SCENARIO LMAO

Honey-sweet

     ↪ Ichiro/F!Reader

You’re so cute…

Do I fill you up real good?

I wanna feel you cum… please–

You sigh at the sound of the voice in your head, slipping afinger inside of yourself with far too much ease. If you were willing to thinkabout it, you might wonder if this is a little sad–being so riled up by themere thought of someone to the point that you even need to touchyourself. But Ichiro has been busy and neither of you have had any time alonein recent weeks, so it’s been a while to say the least.

This isn’t helped by the fact that you’ve hardly gotten pastsecond base with each other–only ever managing to clumsily explore with yourhands to find what works. To be fair, you’ve both had some good successwith that, but… when there’s still more you could be doing, it’s difficult notto yearn for it. Ichiro’s fingers always reach farther than yours andthe warmth of his body pressed against your own just isn’t possible toreplicate. You pull your shirt up, cupping one of your breasts as you slowlypump a finger in and out of yourself.

Ichiro would like seeing you like this–just in yourunderwear with your shirt pushed up. He likes making a mess of your clothes,though he’s too embarrassed to admit it. You remember how his eyes glaze overwhile watching you soak through your panties, only to hesitantly ask if he canhave a taste of you after. The first time had been a process, but Ichirois a quick learner–you’d do just about anything to have his mouth on you now.

Still, your mind can’t help but wander as you think of whatit really might be like to have him inside you–how much you’ll have tostretch around him or if he’ll even fit all of the way. You slip a secondfinger in, even if it’s not really enough, but you’ll have to make dowith what you have for now. You sigh again at the thought, speeding up yourpace just enough to keep you on edge. You lean back against the armrest of yourcouch, arching up into your own touch while you keep thinking of Ichiro,Ichiro, Ichiro–

“Ichiro…”

“Hey, sorry to–oh, shit.”

Your hand stops moving when that familiar voice sounds muchmore clear and you’re not sure what to do when you look over to see thesource of your thoughts standing stock still at your front door. The firstthing that comes to mind is that trying to pleasure yourself in your livingroom may have been a poor idea when Ichiro has a key… though on theother hand, it might just work in your favor with the look on his face. Heclears his throat before finally turning his head away.

“Sorry I, uh… walked in on your alone time,” he says. “Iswear I didn’t see much–”

“Could’ve fooled me, with how hard you were staring just asecond ago.”

Ichiro flushes red enough to match the color of his jacketand he looks to the floor, awkwardly rubbing at his neck. He probably shouldn’tbe so flustered–it’s hardly the first he’s seen you like this–but itmakes you wonder what exactly he’s thinking. There’s a silence between youbefore you decide to get up from your spot and walk over to stand in front ofhim. Ichiro looks like he’s struggling even more to keep his eyesaverted, but now you feel certain that you know where his mind is at.

“… I don’t mind it, though.”

Ichiro tenses, but he finally manages to look back to youagain. “… Yeah?” He looks hopeful and you reach out hook your fingers underthe hem of his jeans, tugging as you do your best to look convincing.

“Could we–”

“Holy shit, yes.”

Ichiro thinks it ought to be a crime for you to look thispretty between his legs. You’re even staring up at him and everything, likeyou don’t have part of his cock in your mouth while you twist your hand aroundthe other half of him. This isn’t your first time doing this, but he has towonder how you got this good so fast–or maybe it’s just been long enough thathe can’t tell the difference. He doesn’t have a good frame of reference tobegin with, but he doesn’t think that matters much in the moment. Youeventually come off of him and Ichiro whines despite himself, though youdon’t say anything about it.

“… Hey, Ichiro?”

He takes a shaky breath. “Yeah…?”

“Do you think we could try something different today?”

“Like what?”

“… I want you inside me.”

Ichiro’s face feels like it’s on fire and he thinkshe might be harder, despite not thinking it possible. It’s not like he’s goingto tell you no–like hell–but he’s so caught off guard that it has hima little nervous. He starts to nod his head, desperate to have yourattention on him again before he realizes something.

“I don’t got a condom–”

“I have some.”

… Oh.

He watches you look to the side as you explain yourself,somewhat shy. “I thought we might… eventually do something here, so… Ifigured it’d be better to have some on hand,” you say, looking back up to him. “…Y'know?”

Ichiro is fairly sure he’s hit some sort of metaphoricaljackpot in this lifetime to have you and he silently thanks whatever powersabove for it before nodding to you again. You offer a smile back to him beforestanding up and discarding your undergarments. By now you’re both comfortableshowing each other this much, but goddamn if Ichiro can’t get enough ofit. He waits, watching you as you rummage through your nightstand beforefinding what you need–turning back to him to hand him a single condom packet.

“I just kind of guessed on the size, so…”

Ichiro shakes his head as he tears the packet open, wastingno time in rolling it over the length of himself. “Nah, it’s cool. It’s notsuffocating my dick or anything, so we should be fine.”

You laugh as you straddle his lap and he kisses you eagerly,shivering as he feels you up against him. Ichiro separates from you justfor a moment, looking down at the space between you–close, but not nearly enoughcompared to where the two of you will be. He looks up to you again, swallowingdryly.

“… How do you wanna do this?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, pausing before youfinally give him an answer. “… Could I ride you?”

“Yes,” he says, too hasty at the immediate thought ofyou on top of him. He flushes to his ears. “I mean, yeah… Yeah, I’d really likethat.”

You kiss him then and it’s so, so easy to let histension wash away for just a moment. Ichiro always has to keep himself a stepabove everyone, but he can take a break with you–let you mold him back down tosomething less than his legacy where he gets to be just himself with youagain, where he doesn’t have to force himself to be more grown than he is. Helets you push him back against your bed and not for the first time, he thinksyou’re beautiful. Your cheeks turn pink when he tells you as much and helaughs.

“That sort of stuff embarrass you still?”

“You just said it out of nowhere…” you say with a pout asyou sit against his legs. He wants to say more, but you don’t give him thechance to and Ichiro’s response dies in his throat when he watches you take himin your hand and lift your hips over him–his hands gripping at your thighs asyou line his tip to your entrance. His mouth hangs open as you come down onhim, agonizingly slow, and he only breaks out of his haze when he feelsyou hit the base of him.

Ichiro props himself up on his elbows to take a better lookat you, noting the way your legs shake just a little as you let outheavy breaths. He reaches up a hand to brush your hair out of your face, focusingon his concern despite how goddamn hot it feels inside of you.

“… Does it hurt?”

“A little…” you admit, moving to sit back on him as youadjust your position. “Just give me a second… I’ll adjust.”

“Just tell me if it’s too much then, alright?” he insists,sitting up all the way so he can kiss you–gentle and unhurried as he waits.He’s somewhat relieved for it, if only because he’s sure he’d losehimself quick if you started moving too soon. You’re soft pressed upagainst his bare chest like this and he’s not sure how much time passes beforeyou nudge him on the shoulder, silently asking that he lay back.

“… I’m okay now,” you tell him, bracing your hands againsthis chest as you lean forward. You press your lips to his again and Ichiro sighsagainst your mouth. “Can I move?”

His hands rest at your hips, steady, and he nods. “Goahead.”

Ichiro gives you the go ahead, but nothing really prepareshim for how it feels for you to come off, then come back down–a slow,back-and-forth rhythm as he feels your hips fall against his over and over.He’s thought of you like this before–flushed skin and quiet moans–and hecan’t help but think you surpass anything he could think of. You’re here, warmand solid as you call out his name, doing your best to keep up with yourdesires. But despite wanting to let you lead like you’ve asked, it’s not quite enoughand Ichiro’s fingers curl into your hips a little harder, thrusting up intoyou just once. You whimper and he wonders if that’s a good sign.

“Can I do that again?” he asks, breathless.

“Yes,” you say. “God, please–”

Ichiro doesn’t wait much longer after that, groaning ashe takes the reins from you and speeding up the pace more to his liking. Hewatches for you at first, making sure you’re not finding it hard to take–butto his surprise, you’re begging for more. The angle he has you at issomewhat awkward for him, so Ichiro decides to switch positions and turns theboth of you over so he hovers over you instead. He gives an experimentalthrust, groaning again as he finds a spot that makes you whine. He wantsto ask you if it’s okay like this, but you’re pulling him down to kiss himagain and Ichiro takes that as your form of agreement.

Riding it out like this is easier, at least for this time ashe’s able to pulls your hips flush against his own and driving into you the wayhe wants most. Your sounds are hushed and muffled between one another, but he’sso caught up in the feeling that he doesn’t realize how much he calls yourname. Ichiro thinks of the way you clench around his fingers, wondering howit’ll feel around his cock and he moans at the thought, pressingimpossibly closer to you. You whimper beneath him again, and it’s a wonder thathis climax comes right on the heels of it. Ichiro’s breath hitches as his hipsmove more erratically, slowing as he spends himself. He keeps it up until hefinishes, slumping against you with heavy breaths.

“Holy shit,” he says, laughing breathlessly in theaftermath. “God, you’re so good…”

“Good…” you say, trying to catch your own breath. “I’m glad…”You tell him as much, but you don’t seem very content–still squirmingunderneath him while he hasn’t removed himself from you. Kinda like…

“Ah, shit,” he says, leaning up to look at youapologetically as he realizes too late. “You didn’t cum, did you?”

You smile a bit sheepishly. “I was close, but… not quite.”

“Dammit…” Ichiro curses pressing his forehead to yourshoulder. “… Guess you can’t get it all right on the first try.”

“It was still good, though,” you insist, laughing as youkisses the side of his head. “It’s not like we were experts with our hands ormouths at first, anyway. We can try again.”

“I mean, you’re right, but…” Ichiro lifts himself upto look at you. “Speaking of mouths, can I eat you out? I figure it’s onlyfair, since I barged in on you and everything.”

You smile and Ichiro feels something flutter in his chest. “Youknow, that’s exactly what I was thinking about before you came in.”

“Well, I guess it’s your lucky day then,” he says, laughingas he kisses you again. “I’ll treat you real good as apology for my rudeinterruption.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Ichiro.”

[supersizemeplz]

Let's Play

Erik Killmonger x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Written to the repetition of Haunted by Beyoncé. Full of SMUT and explicit language. Enjoy!

Candles were placed in groups of threes around the room, white wax dripping down their sides onto the silver plates they occupied, casting their dim light across the bedroom. The air held its icy chill due to the AC going full blast as you both attended a Wakandan ceremony for the outreach center the hour before, leaving goosebumps along your skin. The darkness enveloped your sight due to the silk blindfold you wore, heightening your other senses. Killmonger was in full effect, observing his prey.

His large shadow moved along the marble tiled floor, taking his time to admire your body. The pats of his loafers against the floor were soft but audible through the soft music, giving you an idea of where he was, but then again you couldn't be too sure. With the position you were in, it's not like you could look around to see him anyway. It kind of put fear in you, a good fear. And he loved that.

His thick digits undid his white collared button-up, leaving it open to display the brown skin his scarred stomach and chest. The custom fitted slacks he wore caged his bulge, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. Eyes dark with lust, he trailed his gaze along your body, head to toe. Your fists laid flat against the soft silk of the pillows before you, arms straight as they cushioned your head, all connected to the headboard.

The arch of your back was exactly to his liking, breasts pressed into the mattress, back rolls free from the shirt you usually hid them in. With Erik, he wanted to see all of you, your flaws were non-existent to him. He licked his lips as he trailed his leather paddle past your love handles, down the middle of your back. Your knees dug into the soft sheets, lifting your round backside into the air, exposing your folds and plugged back entrance. A smirk spread his lips as he played with the furry tail of the anal toy.

"Damn, Princess.." His voice was low, almost not heard as he gave your clit soft taps. The leather paddle ignited your waterpark, sending waves of pleasure in each tap. Your mumbled curses didn't go unheard, his taps getting a bit harder to toy with you. "You gonna be a good girl for me, right?"

You arched more, if possible, trying to gain some type of friction. A soft head nod was all you could muster up as he moved upwards to tease your fattened lower lips. "Now princess.." He tossed his paddle to the side before picking up the wakandan made vibrator, that he may or may have not annoyed Shuri into making. "I need to hear that sexy ass voice of yours. You know I'll leave you like this with Dilly. You remember him, don't you?" The sudden sound of vibration joined his voice, making you tense.

You remembered Dilly all too well, the only other nigga allowed to make you cum. He wasn't actually a person tho. The vibrator was a surprise from Erik that just so happened to have brought you to one of your strongest orgasms. Erik introduced you to the specialized toy as a punishment. After two weeks of avoiding him because of an argument, you accepted his apology. But that blessed night he tied you up, deciding to make up for lost time, resulting in a show of your sweet torture.

A chill ran down your spine as you whimpered at the memory, yet your pussy clenched. He ran it's tip around your clit, teasing with a raised eyebrow. "No daddy! I-I'll be a good girl.." You heard him chuckled and the toy go silent. "I promise." A sigh of relief left you as you relaxed.

"That's more like it.." His chuckle was dark and knowing as he pressed his thumb to you. With slow rubbing, he massaged your swollen bud with skill. "You did a good job tonight, princess. Socializing and making daddy look good." He hummed in approval, making you smile. You'd been working on your people skills, with his help, trying to break from your shell. It was a vow he'd once joked about, breaking you from your shyness. A slow flick of his tongue brought you back to reality.

"And that damn v-neck dress, hugging your body? Showing off my ass and shit to those colonizers. They couldn't keep their eyes off you... No one could." His soft lips gave your damp folds a kiss. The taste of you made his dick jump, it'd been a minute since he'd explored you. Helping out with the center's ceremony, he'd been busy whenever you finally were home from work. You exhaled at the feeling of his warm tongue dipping into you. "This pussy been calling me all night.." His growl was full of hunger before he dove back in.

His slurping soon began, soaking his beard with your nectar and his saliva. Your hands fisted the sheets as he devoured his favorite meal. Don't stop spilled from your full lips, hushed repetitions of the phrase. His thick fingers pushed into you, one at a time until he reached three, stretched your cove. With a couple tugs at the anal tail, you were ready to cover his face in cream. Tugging at your tied wrists, you yearned to tug at his dreads, on anything.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby.." Your moans were soft spoken, but he heard you. Those thick hips of yours rocked back against his tongue, your lipstick stained lips parted as you panted. He started to pepper your clit with suctioned kisses, mumbling a my baby wanna cum?. You nodded the stronger the urge grew, but he pulled away.

You almost groaned at the loss of his mouth along with his fingers. That thick tongue was the reason for most of your wet dreams. You'd never met a man who loved to eat pussy so much, until him. He chuckled at your frustration, "You not cumming just yet, baby girl.." His belt buckle jingled before hitting the floor, followed by his pants. You didn't have to look at him to know that he was freed, stroking his erect length with need. "Shake that ass for me.."

You grinned, leaning on your elbows to spread your legs a little more. Though you were still blindfolded, you looked back in his direction, shaking your ass. The furry tail swung as your ass jiggled, thighs as well. "Fuck me, Killmonger.." You teased, knowing the result. It had to be your adrenaline.

His eyes darkened as he approached the bed, a sinister smirk graced his handsome feature. You swayed your hips as the bed dipped, feeling your tail swing as well. "You playin' a dangerous game, baby girl.." His voice was lower, darker even. You let out a squeal as your head was jerked back, returning your previous arch. A hard smack to your ass halted your movements. "But if you wanna play..."

How could he be so calm? Soft, wall pulsing kisses were trailed down the center of your back. It earned your moans, a sensual act of affection. "Let's play." He immediately filled you, your natural lubricant making it easy. Your walls hugged him with a warm welcome. The slight curve of dick pounded into you with purpose.

Your fingers grabbed at the pillows, fisting the fabric, needing something for support. Erik was showing no mercy, delivering deep strokes. He groaned at the sounds of your queefs and the wet smacking. You were basically dripping around him, glazing his dick with your water. It was only a matter of time before your orgasm built up again, resulting in creaming over him. And that you did. Only making him fuck you harder. He hummed in satisfaction, but didn't falter.

"Baby!!.. Oh my fuckkk." You groaned, taking in your bottom lip to stop the screams begging to escape. Aggressive skin clapping filled the air, along with the banging headboard. Your knees slowly started to pull you from him, your body trying to crawl to the headboard for a break.

He followed you foward, not stopping his strokes. You held the headboard, bent over him as he kept it up. Damn his stamina. "You wanted Killmonger, now you running and shit.." He moaned as your walls him with another release. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked your through the second orgasm. "Gimme dat pussy, princess.. What's my name?."

You whimpered, squeezing the headboard for dear life. His hands rested on your hips as he kissed your shoulder blade. He trailed the hot kisses to your neck, deciding to bury his face in its bend. He mumbled his question again, "What's my name, baby?" You couldn't answer him, your eyes closed tight as you tried to focus on not soaking the bed, legs trembling. Your head tilted back onto him, as his strokes got sloppy. "What's my fuckin' name, Y/N?"

"Killmonger!!" You both stilled as you gushed over him, soaking both your lower halfs. He groaned, hips jerking as he emptied into you. A hushed curse escaped his mouth as he untied your hands, feeling that you were shaking. He hugged your body, letting your bodies fall back, pulling you to lay down with him. "W-Wait.. Shit."

He growled in your ear as he found the strength to deliver more pumps. You whimpered a bit before he finally stopped, shooting off another smaller load. He sighed as he pulled from your aching folds, chuckling as you went to place a hand over them. You'd be damned if tried to get another nut in. He leaned forward to kiss your cheeks a few times before pulling you to rest against him, whispering his apologies.

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[jae-daddy]

Bad Habit (5) (M)

Jaebum Mini-Series

one / two / three / four / six / seven

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Mature

Plot: Everything goes back to him, even you. It’s always the old habits that die hard.For you that was running back into Jaebum’s arms whenever they opened.

Warning: sexual contents smuttttt

a/n: this is a smut that took me longer to write than it should’ve for this quailty of writing.    hope y’all enjoy tho!

He pulled our body flush against him; his hands latching onto your waist and lips furiously capturing yours. You kissed him back, just as passionately, if not more. 

Your hands lost in his hair, falling to his shoulder tugging him closer than he already was. 

Jaebum slammed you back onto the wall behind you, as his body pressed into yours. 

A breathy gasp left you as Jaebum's rough fingers slid under your shirt. His large hands feeling cold against your scorching body, making a shiver dance through you. 

Jaebum’s lips curled into a small smirk, as he tugged the shirt over your head, and threw it to the floor. His open lips kissing yours, then your cheekbones, before dipping down to your chest. His hot breath tickling your skin, making a row of goosebumps rise over your body. 

A moan escaped your lips when you felt his teeth graze the top of your breasts, hidden behind your lacy black bra. Jaebum’s fingers trailed along the edge of your bra, before reaching the back and unhooking it instantly. 

His hands caressed your waist, his skin never leaving yours. You threw your head to the side, as Jaebum nipped the smooth side of your neck. His teeth biting into your skin, before his tongue licked the spot, making you weak on your knees. 

Your hands fiddled with his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Your nails dragged on his broad shoulders, enticing a throaty groan from Jaebum. 

The feeling of Jaebum’s racing breath hitting your skin, his hands dancing over your body, gently pulling on your hair, made the desire inside of you grow bigger. You lifted your body against him, grinding your pulsating core against Jaebum’s letting him know how much you needed this. 

No matter how many times you told yourself you wouldn’t do this again, you always found yourself giving into Jaebum. 

He was your drug, and you were beyond addicted. 

You brushed your lips along the sharp of his jaw, before sinking down the side of his neck. You left a tiny mark there, and Jabeum let out a growl when he felt your teeth lightly nip at his ear. 

Suddenly, Jaebum gripped your shoulders and held you still against the wall.

His dark eyes lightened as he took in your face. Your eyes wide, glazed with lust, and your lips parted at the sharp contact with the solid surface. His gaze travelled down to your gorgeous body, before meeting your eyes again. 

You stilled under his gaze. Your breath caught in your throat, as you stared at the light and dark strokes dance in them. He didn’t utter a single word, but he didn’t need to. 

Jaebum tucked a strand of wild hair behind your ear, and your heart fluttered.

His face was painted with regret and remorse, as he looked at you. His eyes swirled with emotions you couldn’t understand, but you could feel it. It travelled under your skin, rattling your bones and sinking deep into your soul. 

Your eyes dropped to his pink lips, and you forgot all the dark thoughts and emotions that had haunted you for the past two weeks. Instead, you gave into the feeling that was ripping through your body as Jaebum’s skin brushed yours.

You pulled Jaebum’s body to yours, your skin burning at the touch of his. His fingers leaving a scorching trail of your fire up your arms, grazing your neck, as he pushed your hair off your shoulders. Jaebum fisted your hair, as brought your lips to his, drawing you into another vehement kiss.

Jaebum leaned back from your kiss and went to your sweet spot, sucking and biting it gently. Your eyes rolling back, involuntarily, as a quiet moan left you. 

Jaebum’s searing touch wondered over your bare stomach, and down the front of your pants. 

Your breath hitched as his index finger stroked your soaking panties close to your core; faintly touching your clit through the fabric.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, y/n,” Jaebum’s voice low smirked, as he peered into your eyes.

Before you could get the chance to reply, a quiet whimper left your lips as he slipped your panties to the side, and began caressing your folds. 

You bit your lip to hold in a lewd whimper, as you leaned your head against the wall as pleasure twirled deliciously down your spine. 

Jaebum leaned down to your neck, leaving a path of blue and black in its wake. 

His lips drifted down the arch of your neck, before capturing your left nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud, as his teeth lightly bit it. HIs fingers delicately exploring your core; touching everywhere but where you needed it the most. 

You let a moan of pure bliss, as your grip tightened on Jaebum’s locks. 

“Please don’t tease me right now,” you muttered, hoarsely, your voice thick with desire. 

Your eyes closed involuntarily, your lips turning white between your teeth, as Jaebum’s longs fingers hovered over your clit. His finger ghostly landing on it for less than a millisecond, again and again, but not letting it rest long enough to give you the satisfaction. 

“What do you want, y/n?” He whispered into your ear, his breathing harsh, as his finger slowly rimmed your entrance. 

“Give it to me,” you muttered, breathlessly. “Please give it to me right now, Jae.”

Your hands travelled to his pants, trying to undo them, furiously. 

Jaebum stopped your hands, before swiftly taking his pants off. 

He bent down in front of your, sliding down your pants and panties down your legs. 

HIs warm breath hit the top of your core; his hands gripping your thighs as he placed a hot kiss on your clit. His tongue flicking your bundle of nerves, as a whimper left you. 

Jaebum looked up, his eyes meeting yours, as he gently inserted a finger inside of you. Your eyes closed shut, as your felt his finger move in a circle, touching everything it could reach. He slowly moved it in and out of you, still moving in circular motions. 

“Please, Jaebum,”  you groaned, going blind with lustful desire. 

“Anything you say, princess,” Jaebum rose up to stand in front of you, as he lifted your left leg and wrapped it around his hip. 

He removed his finger from inside of you and brought it to your lips. 

“See how good you taste, y/n,” Jaebum’s husky voice told you, as his eyes watched your lips. 

Your mouth fell open, your tongue out, as Jaebum placed his finger, dripping wet with your juices, on it. You closed your lips around him, tightly, as your tongue circled it wiping it clean. 

A dirty moan left you as you tasted yourself on his finger. 

Jaebum’s eyes darkened with an animalistic lust, as he studied the yearning on your face. 

He watched you, as his right hand guided him to your entrance. He saw the delicious look of delightful pain spreading over your face, as he stretched you wide with his hard dick. His hunger grew as he took in your dark eyes narrowing, and the hiss fleeing your pink lips. 

Your eyes met his, as a gasp shook through you, as he plummeted back inside you. He moved slow, his hips pulling out almost completely, but then thrusting in deeper than before.

Jaebum moved his hips in a slow and sensual rhythm. Letting you feel him stretching you wide, and how perfectly your walls wrapped around his cock. And how your chest was pressed flush against him; rubbing your hardened buds on his feverish chest. 

His warm breath kissed your skin, and your back pressed into the kinks of the wall, behind you. The little stings spicing up your back, adding to your pleasure, as Jaebum’s hands touched down your back, holding you in place by your hips. 

His forehead rested against yours, his he stared into your eyes. You looked back, as you both were shaking with pleasure and a consuming lust. You wanted more than this, and you knew Jaebum did too.

You wrapped your other leg around him, and Jaebum shoved both your weight against the wall. Squeezing you between his body and the wall that dug even harder into the wall. A groan left you both at the new angle, that spread you open further but narrowed your hole.

Jaebum’s hips thrust forward more forcefully than it did before. His hands gripping your thigh and hip; fingers digging into your skin. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, as he slowly pulled out, before slamming into back into you roughly. 

A whimper escaped your lips, as you felt him tickle your g-spot. 

“Jaebum,” you mewled, as you bit his shoulder. 

Jaebum’s grip on your thigh tightened, as he forced you further into the wall. His hips began moving faster, harder and deeper inside of you. 

He hands moved you up and down to meet his thrusts, making your eyes roll back as you felt him throb inside of you. Your nails dug into his skin, and your lips fell open at the sensation. 

The sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping against each other filled the old room. You tried to keep noises that left you quiet in case someone walked by the storage room everyone had forgotten at Jaebum’s dance studio.

“Oh god, yes,” you breathed into his ear, as your nails clawed Jaebum’s back leaving marks of red. You wrapped your legs around him tighter, wanting more as the pit of desire in your tummy grew larger.

Filthy noises of senseless pleasure left you, as your hands ran through Jaebum’s hair. Your body moved up and down with every thrust of his, and your felt yourself slip into your craving’s more and more.

Your walls tightened around Jaebum’s cock, as the soles of your feet wrapped around his hip. 

Jaebum ran a hand over your side, his touch burning you before he pulled at your nipples roughly. You groaned in pain, as pleasure made your toes curl. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, and you smirked as your chest heaved with the added sensation.

Jaebum’s grip tightened on your throat, as he became pounding into your hungrily. His mouth hissing into your ears; hot air making the stray hair stick to your skin. 

Your clit rubbed against Jaebum, as he mercilessly slammed into you, the friction adding to your satisfaction. Your tits bounced against Jaebum’s bare chest, as your body jumped on Jaebum’s throbbing cock.

“Fuck, Jae,” you muttered, your voice hiccuping due to your body’s movement. You bit your nail into Jaebum’s back in pleasure, and Jaebum grunted in your ear in reply. 

You felt yourself draw closer to your edge, and you began moving your hips against Jaebum’s chasing it. 

Jaebum lifted you off the wall, his cock still hard and stretching your tight pussy. His fingers gripping your thighs, his lips capturing your breasts, as he moved you away from the wall.

He held your body to him with one arm, as the other cleared the table behind you. He settled you down on it, before resuming to fuck you barbarically. 

“Do you like that, princess?” Jaebum grunted into your ear.

“Oh yes, Jaebum. Fuck, please,” you chanted breathlessly, as he fucked you just the way you wanted him to. Your moans, groans and little cries, resonating through the room, as you gave yourself into the fire. 

Grunts and groans left Jaebum as he rammed his hips into you. 

You welcomed his roughness and the desire that bled through it. His hands caressing your back, your sides, resting gently on the sides of your neck. 

You laid back, and Jaebum fell forward with you. 

His forehead against yours, as his rugged breaths left him and mingled with yours, hitting the hot of your lips. He gulped as his dark eyes gazed into yours with an intensity that made you blush. 

You bit your lip to hold in the loud cry that threatened to leave you as Jaebum’s hips rammed against your G-spot. 

Your walls tightened around Jaebum, as you danced closer to the edge. You closed your eyes throwing your head back with relish. Jaebum planted a lingering kiss on your throat, as your hands clamped onto his broad shoulders. 

“I’m close, Jae,” you breathed, as you swallowed painfully.

Jaebum grunted, straightening in reply, as he lifted your ass off the table. Your bottom of the edge of the table, before he began pounding into you harder. 

“Fuck, Jae!” You cried, as you felt your sparks through your core. 

“Just like that, Jae,” you moaned, as your hands gripped the edge of the table above you. You felt your tits bounce with Jaebum’s every drive, moving them in a rhythm of frenzy as he fucked you, frantically. One of your hands reached down and cupped your right breast; playing with the hard bud.

You opened your eyes to see Jaebum. His jaws clenched, his eyes rolling back slightly, as his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. 

Jaebum let out a gruff grunt, as his lifted your left leg, and threw it over his shoulder; spreading you open for him to take. A hand of his rested on your hips, digging a bruise on your skin.

You felt yourself get nearer, and your hand moved from your breast to your clit. Your fingers circling the nub for a few seconds, as you felt the iced-heat wash over you.  

Your hands stilled and fell to the side as you felt the heavenly bliss rush through your veins. The numb trance falling over your body, as a silly smile made its way onto your lips. 

Jaebum’s fingers replaced yours, as they moved in a circular motion. Your body began trembling, reaching for its second orgasm.

“Holy shit, Jaebum,” you groaned, your mind going blank, as your body began quivering in joy, under Jaebum’s touch.

Jaebum’s thrust got slower but harder as he neared his high. You felt his throbbing dick twitch inside you, as he rammed against your sweet spot.

You let out a loud moan, as your second orgasm hit you harder than the first, leaving your body twitching under Jaebum’s. You felt cum rush out of you, as the sound of wet sex filled the air. 

Jaebum’s thrusts began to get sloppier as his jaw clenched in concentration. He let out a groan as you felt him reach his own high; his hands tightening on your hips, as his cock twitched inside of you before letting out its hot fluid. 

Since your argument with Jaebum, you hadn’t exchanged a single word with each other. You stole glances at each other and caught the other staring, only for the other to quickly looking away. 

You had told yourself to not give into the craving that had robbed you of your peace for the past two weeks. However, your mind would always wonder to Jaebum; his touches, his smiles and his voice. 

You always pushed them back, deciding that the argument was big enough to break you both out of this bad habit. 

You were going to let it do it; tear Jaebum and you apart. 

But, the desire and desperate need that blazed through you, burned brighter each day. With every stolen glance at Jaebum and every gaze held, your heart went to Jaebum. 

Yet, you tried to hold yourself back, and you thought that you had done it.

That was until your phone screen lit up in the middle of a lecture. 

It was from a text from Jaebum, asking you to meet him in the old storage room that you had made several trips to before. You knew what he was asking for; no one ever came there, except you and Jaebum, in more ways than one. 

Before your brain could even comprehend the message, you were halfway out the door. 

You could feel his girlfriend’s gaze on you, wondering where this stranger-girl was going in the middle of the lesson. 

You were going to go fuck her boyfriend, and it was worth it. 

You hated that you loved every minute of it. You hated it that you were wishing for a next time and many, many, more times after that. 

“Hey, y/n,” Jaebum started, as he zipped his jacket. 

“I need to go, I have a tutorial in twenty.” You told him, cutting him off, as you reached for your bag.

“Oh, okay,” Jaebum licked his lips, thoughtfully. “Later then?” 

You walked up to him and placed a lingering a kiss on his cheek. 

“We’ll see,” you winked, as you grabbed his ass. 

He gave you a playful smile, making you smile in return. 

He kissed your forehead before you both went your separate ways. 

Everything about Jaebum was wrong, sinful and bad. But something about him made it impossible for you to let go. 

Maybe it was his smile, and the way it that made his eyes crinkle, and his upturning lips made his cheeks look so adorable. 

Maybe it was the touch of his hands that left you haunted and wanting more. 

Maybe it was just the mindblowing sex.

It’s most probably the sex, you had told yourself many times. The amazing sex was the only one thing that brought you two together. Without it, there would’ve never been anything between Jaebum and you. 

Your heart always sank at that; at the thought of just sex between Jaebum and you.

Whatever the reason or relationship between you two may be; you knew enough to know it was wrong to be with him. 

He had a girlfriend- someone he loved. Your stolen moments were just that, moments stolen from a bigger picture.

You knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. 

Every moment in his arms, as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, felt right.

If wrong feels so good, why would anyone do right?

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Group Attack Kidnapper

So you're all the way at the facility Because they drugged you and loaded you in a Uhaul truck. I can't write any signals down because they will tell you not to do it. Body language and eye contact is default like usually people can't help but do it or they will brace themselves or have their own little self preparation they do. You'll notice.

I suggest the most physically able/mentally prepared/most pissed off attack first.

As soon as the first person is up, 4 run to help hold down.

Now you will have the other guys in there pretend that they aren't one and may join in but be sloppy or try to defend their partner.

Some one waiting jump the person to defend as soon as possible. Then 4 more follow to help shove and hold down.

Y'all should be quiet but when our attackers are in danger then clap or yell "boo" just once. Quiet is essential it helps busy people know what others are doing. Plus it saves energy. Of course im telling a bitch off when i beat him tho So it's ok to be bitchy. There's time for applause and cheers when you try to figure out how to get home. The "crowd" needs to help protect.

If someone in the group gets attacked by a kidnapper shrill scream like in a horror movie and point in the direction of the attack.

Then 3 people go attack the attacker, one trying to pull our victim out of the way and to check injuries

Then you'll want 4 more to hold down while 2 kick him in the head, one on each side of him. He needs to go down fast. Likley he will get a snapped neck at least a sprain. Some can handle 42 kicks and still live. I've seen it. But they dont like to fuck around after that. So this is like soccer. Kick ball. One kick from the left, one kick from the right, repeat.

To beat head on the floor: grab hair, ears, nose is fun and if you squeeze hard enough it will break. Just anything. Use two hands.

Put your knees on their collar bones. That hurts bad. One on each leg on the knees and one on each arm. Find pressure points to paralyze if you want. Arms can sit on chest, one on each lung/rib. Then feet on elbows.

If they wiggle then stand on elbow a bit to lift your butt then slam down into the ribs. If you break and puncture a lung you've saved thousands of lives including your own.

Just repeat the attacks it doesn't matter how you shove them face down or face up. Face up they can pretend to be dead and glaze their eyes so keep going. Especially if they have done drugs.

After two shoves and they aren't down then go help. Get them near a wall and bounce them off the wall. It double dazes them.

Grab them by their hair if you need to. Kick the back of their legs. Foot sweep. I love a good hard shoulder shove but usually it makes them like run kinda ... But They get mad and their eyes get light in them and then we face off because i do it from behind. And then we fight.

But if you shoulder shove from the front, it harder yo step back and stay up. At the same time they can see you coming so that's up to you.

If it was me, I'd go front because i can take done in one shove. But have someone circle behind to distract. Or shove towards me then move to the side because i shove straight.

So you can use communication, calling out to the kidnappers keeping their eyes busy. Or have someone running down the side for no reason going no where. Just to distract and someone in between the runner and the kidnapper/guard to attack.

Waiting until their hands are full is good also. Like with boxes. They could throw them so you'll want to side or back shove.

You don't need to pray but saying God or Allah or your heavenly person name or even my name since I'm teaching you will protect y'all. God knows you're busy and you need help. "Ok God here we go" that gives me so much violent power it fills my body. Strong.

A kidnapper will go weak. God doesn't want them to win.

Good Luck.

Remember there's more of you and YOU can take control

It takes only One person to change the world

Even one with a discount drill lobotomy, other head trauma, amnesia and a broken heart. Of course she needs the world to help her.

You

This is only if you get a business paper titled "--- --- ---'t ----"

I'm still a POW and so I can't do anything but rely on others to help y'all out. But yall can go outside. Or pack up shit y'all wanna take with you. Take all of it. T-shirts stretch like craaaazy. Tie up all the holes but the neck. Wife beaters tie at the arm pits. Cook extra food.

Otherwise follow the other information.

[delilahmidnight]

@youngbloodbuzz congrats ur Sara bareilles post inspired this:

Kara’s first loss is–hard. She was -just- a second too late. She missed the signs, misread a moment, got sidetracked by some other emergency, and the girl was just–gone. She didn’t make it in time to stop the hail of bullets, and humans are -so fragile-, but she sees only courage in the eyes of the teenager she holds in her arms, knowing, without even using her x-ray vision, that there is nothing she can do, nothing that will save her.

The blood is so much. Redder than the sun she was born under, redder than the cape she wears that protects her and reminds her of home. It coats her hands, slick and warm, as she presses them against the girl’s stomach and chest, her voice shaking as she whispers words of comfort she knows the girl won’t understand, the Kryptonese bubbling from her lips without her giving it much thought. The girl puts her hand on Kara’s, her breathing labored, waits until Kara meets her eyes, and smiles with difficulty. “Its….okay,” she manages between breaths. “Thank (gasp) you….for trying.” Kara's eyes fill with desperate, angry tears and she shakes her head, determined to try harder–but the girl lets out one last raspy breath, her eyes glaze over…and she’s gone.

~

“Kara!” she pleads thru the door, knocking for something like the nineteenth time. “Please open up, just tell me what happened!” Silence, deafening and complete. Alex sighs and leans her forehead against the door, defeated. She closed her eyes and thinks, pressing her fingers to her eyebrows in frustration. “Kara, I…I’m going home, okay?” she calls finally. “But I’ll leave my balcony door unlocked. Please….just come talk to me. I’m…really worried. About you.” She waits another moment, fingers flexing anxiously, just in case Kara decides to finally answer, but the door remains firmly, impenetrably shut, and no sound can be heard from inside the apartment. With another quiet sigh Alex heads down the hall, mind still racing with worry.

~

Six hours later, Alex is reading the same sentence about Protein AH-14c Deficiency Syndrome in Gerdian Trilosects over and over without understanding a word of it. Kara's frantic, tearful voice on her voicemail keeps running thru her brain, blocking out all other thought and causing Alex to imagine the absolute worst. The message had been mostly in Kryptonese, and altho Alex’s Kryptonese was mediocre at best, she had made out “girl”, “no time” (or possibly “little time”?), “blood”, “I cannot” (or “I could not”–Kryptonese verb tenses all sounded the same to her) and “die”/“death”. Altogether, not a very reassuring message. Coupled with the news reports she’d been unable to escape all evening describing a “disastrous” attempt by Supergirl to save a local teenager from an armed robber at her father’s corner shop, and Alex knew Kara was most likely trapped in her “Atlas” headspace–where all she could think about was how it was her duty to save the world and every lost life was a personal crime she had to atone for.

She growls in frustration and slaps the medical journal down onto the tabletop, shoves her chair away from the table roughly, and heads to her bedroom, pulling from the bottom of her closet the old gibson she had bought in her rebellious punk rock phase and never had the heart to give away, even tho she rarely played it anymore.

The evening is warm, her balcony softly lit by the streetlights below. She tunes her guitar as a light breeze carries by the dusty smell of the desert, a few hundred miles away. She speaks quietly, both because it’s two in the morning and because she knows Kara will be listening instinctively for her voice no matter where she is. “Kara, I’m…still not sure what happened today–you know my Kryptonese is not the best. But I know it was bad. I know a girl got shot, and I know you were there when it happened. If I know you at all, you’re probably blaming yourself for what happened.” She stops talking to strum a chord experimentally, then quiets the strings again with her palm.

“I want you to know it wasn’t your fault, Kara. Bad things happen. Sometimes there isn’t a reason for it. I know you know that more than anyone.” She turns her face up to the sky, thinking how in a million years, one star in the sky will actually be a planet, exploding billions of light years away, while the girl who escaped it all will look and look and gaze and gaze, and never have her fill, will reach out to catch millennia-old stardust and remember a home and a life that were never meant to be hers but that she will never be able to forget, no matter how far away she gets.

Alex speaks to the brightest star she can see. “Kara, you aren’t failing your people, your parents, because of what happened today. No one can save everyone. I know you think you have to save the world, again and again, because of krypton, or Clark, or me or Mom or Dad–but you don’t, Kara. You–what you do, is enough. Its always good enough. You have to believe that.”

She waits for a response. A car passes underneath her building, and a cricket chirps somewhere on the balcony below, but otherwise there’s silence.

Alex settles her guitar in her lap and begins strumming a slow tune, tapping her foot to keep time.

~

Kara is floating on her back, somewhere over the Outback, when she hears Alex singing.

If she doesn’t turn over to see the empty desert below her, the scarlet sunset combined with the redness of the land could almost pass for Krypton’s ruddy glow. She could be almost happy to lose herself in the fantasy, but the cavernous ache in her chest refuses to be ignored. The smell of smoke and eucalyptus oil, drifting up from the bush fire she'd extinguished a few hours ago, smarts in her nose and draws her back to memories of Krypton and its destruction. Despite her best efforts to clear her mind, images float to the surface of her thoughts: her father, offering his hand as she disembarks on a foreign planet, his eyes smiling. Her mother, teasing her twin sister as she burns yet another meal in their kitchen. Astra’s white streak of hair, sliding thru her fingers like silk. Kal-el, screaming in temper as his mother patiently cleans jerlon juice from his face. Her best friend, blowing hilkesh flower seeds into the wind, laughing as they stick to her dark brown skin instead. The girl who died today (-the girl I killed-, she thinks, -the girl I didn’t save-) and the gentle smile she had given her as she held Kara’s hand and died.

She closes her eyes as more tears slide backwards into her hair, and that’s when Alex’s voice comes echoing over thousands of miles, quiet and just a bit raspy on the Pacific breeze. Kara tries to block it out, but when she hears the guitar start up, she can’t help it. She could never resist Alex’s singing. She levitates upright and turns her face away from the setting sun, towards the oncoming night.

~

“This one’s for the lonely child,” sings Alex, thinking of Kara as she’d first seen her, a tiny thing clutching tightly to Superman’s hand. “Broken hearted, running wild,” and Alex remembers Kara, chasing seagulls on a deserted beach, running, tripping, levitating, falling back to earth, stumbling, laughing and running on, “This was written for the one to blame,” and Alex turns her face up again to the stars, “For the one who believes they are the cause of chaos in everything.”

~

The night wind sings to her in Alex’s gentle voice: “You may find yourself in the dead of night, Lost somewhere out there in the great big beautiful sky…” The words hit her like a kryptonite fist to the chest. Kara bites her lip and looks upwards, trying at once to stop the sudden, fresh tears from falling, and to understand how Alex knows her so perfectly well. Her vision blurs and her throat burns, but the stars and the wind are her only witnesses, so she lets the tears fall.

~

“This is so you know the sound Of someone who loves you from the ground Tonight you’re not alone at all This is me sending out my satellite call.” Alex lets the last chord fade before she looks skyward, willing Kara to hear her and understand, hoping against hope that her stubborn, brokenhearted sister will heed her call to come home, to share her burden with Alex…

-Please Kara-, Alex thinks silently, watching the stars and waiting for one to materialize into a caped blonde figure. -Please come home.-

The cricket chirps a few more times and then falls silent. A few moments later, the suddenly chilly wind whistles thru her guitar strings, and Alex’s gaze drops to her fingers, restless in her lap. Her mouth pulls to the side as she tries to suppress her hurt and disappointment. She get up and carefully carries the guitar back inside, her bare feet cold on the balcony tiles.

She’s just leaning the guitar carefully against the bookshelf when there’s a familiar sound and feel of rushing air behind her, and before she can turn around or even say anything, two unmistakably strong arms are holding her just slightly too tightly from behind. Kara is cold and her hair is damp and she smells like eucalyptus and ozone and ocean, but Alex tightly grips whatever part of her arms she can reach as Kara buries her face in Alex’s hair, trembling and silent. Alex moved her thumbs back and forth along Kara’s sleeves, unable to do much else from her position.

After a moment, when Kara stops trembling and instead is leaning her forehead on Alex’s shoulder, Alex says quietly, “I was really worried about you Kara. Please don’t ever fly off like that again.”

There’s a pause, and Kara whispers “I’m sorry, Alex,” into her sister’s shoulder.

Alex responds by tilting her head so that it rests against Kara’s and asks, “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

Another pause, and Kara nods. Alex taps her fingers on Kara’s arm and Kara lets go; ten seconds later, Alex has turned down the covers and Kara has changed and brushed her teeth. They crawl into bed and Alex turns off the light as Kara curls into her side.

Kara’s head is heavy on her shoulder, and Alex kisses her forehead, whispering, “Stop thinking so much, your head weighs a ton.” Kara’s response is to reach for Alex’s free hand and tangle their fingers together on top of Alex's stomach. Alex can feel Kara’s heart slow the longer they lay together, and she feels her own eyelids grow heavy in turn. She’s almost asleep when Kara murmurs, “Alex? Thank you.”

Alex’s hand squeezes Kara’s and her lips move against her sister’s forehead: “You’re not alone, Kara. I will -always- be here. To catch you, or call you home. Whatever​ you need from me. I promise.”