#then we kiss and you know i won't ever tell yeah { musings }

[wtfbinnie]

"he really does have america's korea's ass"

@seoulessrp

[bloodchapell]

loved to meet you — senku i.

brief summary: thinking about model!reader x senku

what to expect: suggestive content, all lowercase

your sword's note: little drable for my senku brainrot 🫶🏻, yk the drill, more on my mistresslist

before petrification you were a really famous model, despite being a shy nerd your beauty surpassed every other model's and you were a favorite for many designers and brands.

"where did you get discovered?" the reporter asks you in the interview.

"it was actually a convention." you answer laughing. "i was not cosplaying or anything."

after life is resumed in the stone age, you start modeling yuzuriha's clothes, she is so excited to have you model her clothes that she approaches you, only to be met with an unrealistically, serving, lethal face card. she is dazzled and walks away shyly without even speaking. you turn around to your coworker to wiggle excitedly at having met one of the members of the kingdom of science.

"rumor goes that despite being a total babe, you are a pro-gamer." minami asks.

"yeah." you shift around. "i am a pretty looking loser."

"well tell us, you are one of the most famous models of the world yet you haven't publicly dated anyone. is there a secret lover?" the blonde asks with a smile.

"not really." you push the frame of your glasses up your nose and smile at the camera.

"what about a celebriry crush?"

"a celebrity crush?" you think for a second, "senku ishigami, i would love to meet him."

somewhere else, the entire room breaks into laughter. initially yuzuriha had turned on the tv to watch the interview minami was doing with you, telling taiju how she had met you but chickened out and didn't talk to you because you had such a striking beauty that she was intimidated. ryusui walked into the room and immediately pointed out that you took the victory of the championship of a videogame against him before petrification. looked like you were a total loser blessed by the gods. they kept watching the interview and when minami asked about your love life and you replied, everyone broke into laughter.

"senku has always been popular!" taiju exclaimed remembering their high school days.

the scientists is not baffled. he won't lie and say you aren't a goddess, but it's not like he cares, he has real important stuff to take care of rather than paying attention to this kinds of stuff.

next fashion week, yuzuriha invites senku to her show. by that point you already got the courage of talking to her and she was fascinated to come to learn that despite having such a striking beauty you were a kind and smart person. you instantly became close and you would praise the other one for her work.

"she is my muse!" yuzuriha jumps around grabbing taiju's hands.

nonetheless you open her show. the most beautiful piece she has ever made, delicately put like an art piece for you to showcase it. she is sitting front row with her taiju, senku and nikki, excited talking about her concept for the collection, they listen with attention until the show starts. you walk out with a rythm so precise that it's hypnotic. at the end of the walk you kneel down by yuzuriha and ask for her hand, which you kiss. it was already planned (though poor yuzuriha didn't know and almost died of excitement), and it went flawless until you got distracted by the sight beside her. your eyes met with the crimson of senku's and it took every fiber in your body to not lose it. you then stood up and walked back, waiting backstage to change since you were also closing the show (that is how much yuzu loved you).

at the end of the show, you walk out with yuzuriha as they do in fashion shows, the designer and her muse.

"you did amazing!" she jumps excited once the show is over. "i was not expecting the hand kiss."

"we all had it planned." you wink at her putting your glasses back on, only to go back to your usual shy demeanor when you remember what happened. "i actually made eye contact with him, it was really difficult to pretend nothing happened."

"you are really professional." she pats your back.

after the event, there is a private celebration, some of the models and crew members that are close with yuzuriha and her friends of course.

"ha! we meet again." ryusui clicks his fingers.

"hello." you wave shyly, your 10/10 body adorned by a dress made by yours truly yuzuriha.

you chat for a little with ryusui, some of the members of the kingdom of science pry in the conversation with an eyebrow raised (ginro get out) but surprisingly your takk with ryusui is strictly about videogames. it could have gone forever and none of you would have minded but yuzuriha grabbed your hand and took you with her.

"you will finally meet taiju!" with a smile yuzuriha says, you smile too, having heard wonders of taiju, "and you will meet senku too."

your smile slowly fades away into a disgraceful grin of nervousness and even though you try to free yourself from yuzuriha's gentle but firm grasp, it is too late.

"she is prettier in person right?" yuzuriha pats your back knowing exactly what she is doing.

taiju nods agreeing and senku simply huffs. your eyes meet his again and you dissolve back into your middle school self, an embarrassed girl fidgeting with her rings.

you sit with them and talk with yuzuriha and taiju, ignoring senku or otherwise your brain might shortcut. after a while, yuzuriha says she and taiju forgot something and even though taiju denies forgetting anything, she takes him and leaves.

oh how you love yuzuriha, but she was crazy for that. you sit quietly while senku looks at you.

"so you can announce something like that on tv but in person you are a shy mess." he affirms folding his arms.

"as a public figure i must be professional." you say pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

"doesn't feel like you are loving to meet me."

you finally lift your gaze to meet his. in that point what else is a girl to do but to explode, having THE senku ishigami face to face, with his little damn mischievous grin on his lips and his eyes scanning you.

your heart beats fast in your chest. you don't find anything else to play with to have your hands busy.

"i admire you a lot..." you start but he cuts you off.

"i don't care about these formalities, let's go straight to the point." his hands on the table and a serious face, "i heard you beat the 2017 version."

you immediately know what he is talking about, your whole demeanor changes. he was referring to a video game that was notoriously complicated and very few could complete. by that point you kinda forgot what was happening (meeting your crush) and simply let yourself go on about the game. he listened attentively and groaned annoyed at himself when you revealed the methods you used to finish the game that seemed obvious now but he didn't realize before.

later on, when the party is at its peak, yuzuriha seems to realize you are nowhere to be found. she looks for you and gives up when she doesn't find you, retouching her makeup in the bathroom.

in one of the stalls, senku holds your waist with one of his hands while the other one covers your mouth very gently. you look at each other with a mix of fear and excitement and once you both hear the door close, his hand on your mouth leaves and you both let out a chuckle.

...

after the talk and a few drinks that francois kept delivering to you both, you went outside for a second to catch some air, a little overwhelmed by the loud music. when you were walking back in, wearing some insane heels i may add, you tripped and senku happened to stop you from falling. you stayed for a good while in his arms before for some reason (clearly the alcohol) you unanimously reached for each other and kissed. his hands were still on your waist that he held on as he pushed his lips on yours, knowing faintly that he probably shouldn't be doing this. when you separated to breath again, he took in the image of a disheveled angel that was blushing insanely with her little glasses tilted and her lips glossy and that alone drove him to kiss you again. it took you some time to digest what was happening but once you did you gently held onto his neck and corresponded the kiss back, caging his bottom lip with yours as he matched the action with your top lip, his hands firmly grabbing onto your waist. for a second you opened your eyes and found him looking at you, you both laughed.

in some way or another you found yourselves in the woman's bathroom, you sitting on the sink and him taking your heels off. he left them on the floor, for a second just looking at you and admiring your allure. it came to him for a second the fact that he was drunk and acting irrationally, but he found himself tangled in your arms again, holding your neck with one hand and resting his other hand on the sink. slowly as the kiss deepened and your legs started to pull him closer to you, and your head tilted to the side to let his tongue play with yours, his other hand ran to your back, pulling you closer between the edge of the sink but having his body preventing you from falling. when you stopped the kiss to breath again, you could see his daring eyes dance over your face analyzing your features with detail, only to lean in and whisper sweet nothings to your lips before going back to kiss you hungrily. his lips had already started trailing their way to your neck when you both heard yuzuriha's steps so he picked you up, went into the closest stall and closed the door, making you stand on his shoes and holding you so you wouldn't fall.

once she left and you shared a little laugh, you tried to kiss him again but he put his hand in between. "we are drunk, if i am going to do this i will do it right."

that made you smile. you didn't get what he meant until the next day when you woke up besides yuzuriha in her apartment.

"what happened?" you rub your eyes disoriented.

"you got wasted." the brunette says rolling around.

you yawn and go to the kitchen for a cup of water, checking your phone to see the time. a message in your mailbox steals your attention though and you are left to squirm excited.

tell me when a date sounds fine. loved to meet you.

[baby-yongbok]

And they were roommates

Boyfriend!Han Jisung x Afab!Reader x Roommate!Lee Minho

♡ Genre - Smut - 🌽 no plot �� Word Count - 1.4k ♡ Summary - You've never been interested in your boyfriends roommate but this unique situation brings forth delicious results that could change that. ♡ Warnings - Use of sex toys ♡ a/n - this is my first minsung x reader fic ever. Why am I so nervous about it?? I hope you enjoy! ✧ Masterlist ✧

“Oh fuck, Jisung, please” You keened as he continued languidly thrusting the glass dildo into your sopping cunt. Your heavy exhales and moans hung in the air and fueled his desire to drag you closer to the edge.

“Gotta be quiet, jagiya.” He peeked back, checking that the door to his dorm was still shut. “My roommate will be back any second. What are we gonna tell him?”

“That you're being mean and won't let me cum.” He pushes the toy to the hilt, reaching spots that he’s been purposely neglecting. You hold your breath in an attempt to stop a scream. You failed. 

“I'm being mean? Wasn't it you who asked me to fuck you while he's gone?” You whine, shaking your head and batting your eyelashes up at the man who’s sitting behind you while he has you spread open between his legs on his twin size mattress. 

With the way that their dorm is set up you're hidden from the entrance but the moment that his mate walks further in he'll get a full view of your cunt. The thought alone makes you clench around the purple glass. 

“I wanted your cock, Ji.” He tsks, offering you a cocky lopsided smile. 

“Gotta be more specific next time.” He plants a chaste kiss on your temple while one of his fingers finds your clit and rubs slowly. “Imagine that it's my cock, baby. Close your eyes.”

You follow his orders with a sigh, allowing your eyelids to flutter shut and resting your head against his chest. You grind your hips Into each thrust, accepting that this is how you'll be cumming tonight whether you like it or not.

“There she goes, fuck yourself, baby.” His Boba eyes stare down at how the toy disappears inside of you. 

The way that it spreads the glistening lips of your cunt and squelches with each wet thrust into you. Maybe he should've given you his cock. He much rather be balls deep inside of you instead of having his leaky dick strain against his sweats but you're so pretty like this. He'll definitely fuck his fist to the image of this later. 

“Gonna cum on my dick, baby?” 

“Jisung, please fuck me, please.” Your pleads are falling on deaf ears and you know it. “Baby, please.”

The jiggling of the doorknob Cuts your boyfriend off before he can answer. Your breath catches in your throat and you expect For Jisung to react the same way. You expect him to freeze. You expect him to stop. He doesn't. 

“Would you believe that there was nothing left in the cafeteria?” Minho muses as he slams the door behind him. “That shit was bone dry. I'm going into town, you wanna -”

His words die on his tongue when he walks in further, catching Jisung's gaze for a nanosecond before his eyes catch on your cunt. “Well, hello.” 

Jisung chuckles behind you, slowing the thrusts of the dildo for just a second. “Welcome back, someone got needy. Isn't that right, baby?” 

You hide your face in Jisung's chest and try to close your legs but your boyfriend holds them open. He pushes the glass deep into your core. Filling you to the hilt and pressing up against your g-spot. A pornographic moan rips through you and you glare up at your boyfriend. 

“Don't be shy. I've heard him fuck his girlfriend so many times.” It's Minho's turn to chuckle now. 

“Mm, yeah, no need to be shy.” You hear footsteps and expect for Minho to walk over to his bed or even out of the room but he gets closer instead. Eyeing your cunt and licking his lips before his prying gaze meets yours. 

“I'm not even looking.” You scoff at his teasing. 

“Ignore him, baby.” Jisung nudges your head to the side with his chin, wedging himself into the crook of your neck to plant Sloppy kisses on the flushed skin. “You're gonna cum on my dick remember?” 

His thrusts pick up and he keeps it angled up just the way you like. You avoid Minho's gaze even though you can feel it burning into you. You want to tell him to fuck off. You want to tell him to wait outside or to take a walk around campus or something but there's something deep down that wants him to stay. 

You can feel that desire creeping up your spine and it makes your pussy gush with arousal that stains Jisung’s sheets and makes the lewd squelches of your cunt vibrate through the air at an unspeakable volume. 

“Mmm-ngh, fine.” You close your eyes again, thinking about having Jisung drill into the way that the toy is. You think about Jisung's kisses, Jisung's cock, Minho's hands - what the fuck?

Your eyes snap open and find those of your viewer immediately. His bottom lip is between his teeth and his hands are pushed into his pockets. He switches his attention from your eyes to your cunt once, twice, three times before smiling down at you. 

“You're fucking squeezing my cock so hard, baby.” Jisung twists the dildo just a bit and you moan. “You like being watched, huh?”

You're agreeing before you can even process it. Shaking your head while keeping your eyes on Minho. “Naughty naughty little thing.” Minho tsks, chuckling a bit as he licks his lips. 

“How about this, baby.” Jisung halts all movement making you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Why don't we let Minho fuck you, hm?”

You moan. You fucking moaned at your boyfriend offering you his roommate. Luckily for you your lover found it amusing and so did the roommate in question. “Words, Jagiya.”

“That's.. fine.” Minho asks again, needing to hear a more stable declaration of consent. “It's fine. I promise just please fuck me.”

Minho takes the handle of the toy in his hand with a smile. He slides it out of you slowly until it slips out with a wet pop. “Messy cunt.” He mumbles as he teases your clit with the glass tip. 

“Tell Min that you wanna cum on his cock, baby.” You groan, clenching around nothing. The words fall from your mouth in a bashful whisper that doesn't do much to please the man who's now in control of your pleasure. 

“What was that?” Minho presses the toy to your clit and you cry out. “Speak up a bit, sweetie.” 

“I wanna come on your cock, please, Minho. Please.” The pressure of the toy slipping past your entrance draws a deep moan from you. Your eyes roll back as he starts fucking you with slow and full strokes that leave you grabbing onto Jisung's thigh. 

Your boyfriend stares down at you with fond eyes as he squeezes and pinches your breasts. His lips assault your neck, sucking bruises into the flesh that you'll have to cover before tomorrow's class but you can't find it in you to care. Not when you have two men working you towards a burning release. 

“You're creaming on my cock, messy girl.” Minho's words snap you out of your daze. You look down at the dildo splitting you open and groan. You're dripping, leaking like a faucet and you swear that you can see some of your essence glistening on Minho’s fingers. 

Jisung adds his fingers to the mix, he rubs perfect figure eights against your clit that has you yelping out and throwing your head back against him.

 “You gonna cum for us, baby? Gonna cum all over Minho's dick for me?”

You nod, babbling confirmations mindlessly as you stare up at your boyfriend. “ Yeah yeah yea - gon’ cum for you.” 

Minho presses up into your g-spot and your heavy panting is suddenly cut off by your orgasm ripping through you. You start to scream but your breath gets caught in your throat. Jisung pops his arousal slick fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet as you writhe in his arms. His other arm snakes around your waist and keeps you planted firm against him. 

Minho's free hand keeps your thighs open as he fucks you through your climax. Long and deep strokes have you feeling aftershocks for a solid minute before he finally pulls the toy out of you. 

You clamp your thighs shut, snuggling into Jisung's chest as you try your best to catch your breath. 

“Mmm.” You look up at Minho and you swear that you could cum again. He's got the dildo between his lips, sucking your cum off of the glass and swirling his tongue to savor the taste.

 “She's as sweet as she looks.” 

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[intertexts]

pulling u into a trap. talk about nhw not-demonkicks >:] 🔪🔪🔪

GOD. YOU'RE EVIL. man. i actually have to sort out my thoughts now....

ok. starting w/ ashe. inasmuch as any of them are "a thing" i think. ashe n william have their weird emo kids sitting in each others laps and giggling thing first. u mentioned once them like. sitting on the roof w/ fireball or something & being teenagers w/ big messy emotions that nobody else gets & maybe they kiss about it. ashe freaks out SO bad after this he's like ohhh my god i'm going to ruin their friendship i'm going to fuck everything up i'm just coming in here and breaking their whole thing virion's scary virion's going to kill me. wibby is like what? nah, it's chill, it's not like we're together (<- INSANE thing for ashe to hear btw. please imagine being in his pov. u know he's seen them up to shit in front of him.) in my head he straight up just calls virion on speaker phone in front of him & is like hey v do u care if i kiss ashe. virion just woke up from a nap tired flat affect staticky phone voice what??? sure? he's nice :] (<- thinking abt ashe & virion pre-muse dynamic immensely also. 2 me v takes the longest to warm up to him just bcos. virion sol insane paranoia forever & always. ashe thinks v hates him he doesn't ofc. they're both quiet & awkward enough that them being in a room alone together is just them sitting there in awkward silence. eventually dakota goes You two are so fucking stupid. & they figure it all out etc etc etc) & then also. well. of course they're all a package deal.

anyway. not-demonkicks. to me ashe has the closest thing to an actual big ol crush on dakota. dakota's the first friend he ever made!!! dakota's *failsafe*!!!! literally impossible not to be drawn into his orbit. he's so friendly and bright and brave and cool and nice and and and and. this is like. okay a lot of it literally is just "first friend/person who's Nice to you ever." & a little bit of hero worship. i'm incapable of writing like. allo shit ever, u know how it goes. there's a lot of confusing of emotions going on but that doesn't make it any less real or important yk? bro thinks he has such a normal person crush n meanwhile he's like ohhh he's so cool and nice and has such a pretty smile..... what if we h*ld h*nds.... i wish i could take a nap with him....... (<-terrified like a hunted prey animal about it) dakota knows n doesn't mind, it doesn't like, freak him out. he's literally got will n virion. & i won't go into the whole like discussion they have but they figure it out. so maybe it is wish fulfillment to have someone liking ("liking" hitting ashe w the arospec bream he just isn't that self aware to know what his feelings are) u & knowing that u. can't like them back in that way & being okay n even happy with it? anyway. what's kind of fun 2 me is that dakota does in fact kiss ashe sometimes. not, like, frequently, & usually more for ashe than himself. but like, nonzero amount. this has wibby & virion going >:( in a lighthearted unbothered way. (he doesn't do that to ME!!! but they all love ashe. so. u know. common consensus is that he deserves all the nice things.) (he & will don't + if anything he'll just tell wibby hey go make out with virion for me. their weird like proxy dynamic is so important to me.) ashe is like. his special little guy. william is like the other half of his soul insane binary star pair we all know this. & virion's his virion & i Absolutely cannot start talking about them & make this longer than it is. but point is he just likes ashe so much uncomplicatedly. he like. reminds him of himself before his second trigger? dakota didn't... he was also really fucked up about his powers for years. he didn't know many people & he avoided being Around people frequently bcos it hurts very badly! but that. isolation and desperate desire For friends For people to love and be loved by.... yeah. he likes listening to ashe talk about whatever wikipedia rabbithole he's been down and listening to his & will's music & watching virion braid his hair & the minutia of who-likes-who-how-is-it-labeled doesn't matter at all. anyway 70% of the time they're at work doing hero business or freaking out at school & 25% of the time they're being normal lame teenagers & this is really just about the 5% of time they actually have to have soft messy teenage relationship Situations <333 and of course. everything goes nightmare mode after overlord.!

[softshuji]

Hanma has thought about it many times and yet it still comes as a surprise when you do ask him.

He can tell there's something on your mind, a question, a thought that you're mulling over, and it makes sense that all his statements ar met with a disinterested "mhm" when he slides his arms around you at the end of the day. But honestly, this many years later, he's still a little baffled by you, the things you say, clever things and not, thoughts and musings that he finds he still likes to hear even now. He likes hearing you talk and it had surprised him at first, how much he wanted to hear your voice, even when you had such little to say.

But he finds that sometimes, days like today, he's doing most of the talking and it's clear you're tired, worn out, stressed perhaps, in a way he knows you're usually pretty good at dealing with. He likes it, how much he can look after you even though you'll never ask- because you don't want him to feel like it's owed, like it's transactional. But yes, to some extent, it does bother him when he walks in and finds you quiet, a discarded coffee cup on the table that's evidence of the only thing you've had all day.

He doesn't believe he's any good at fixing it, but you know better. It's not an overstatement to say he's better than good at fixing your moods, that a single statement, quip made playfully, has whatever negativity you might be feeling slipping through your skin.

It's dangerous and you hate it.

'What are you thinkin' Sweetheart?' he says this time, the Tv remote slipping off the bed and hitting the floor with a thud, left on the carpet while some shitty romcom plays as background noise.

'Mhm? Oh, nothing really.' You wave a hand and tighten your arms around him, your cheek pressed flat to the apex of his chest, absently watching the movie as the drone of the tv zips by your ears.

'Go on, tell me Pretty Girl.' And he bends to kiss your hair, his hand squeezing at your hip where your tshirt has ridden up.

'Fine but don't make fun of me okay?'

'I won't. Cross my heart and hope to d-'

'Don't finish that sentence.'

He laughs, and it's with mirth as he plants another kiss on your cheek, a gentle and firm tug that has you pressed closer still, his breath now fanning over your nose. 'Go on Sweetheart.'

You chew your lip and pick up his hand, turning it over in yours this way and that. You've never not marvelled at how they feel in yours, callouses and rough patches of skin that you've traced with your own painted nails, the black ink of sin that you lift to your mouth to kiss reverently, before smoothing over his knuckles with your lips.

'Do you ever think about...well- like- running away?' You say, your hand holding his your cheek, rubbing it against the rough pads of his fingers as his thumb brushes your lips.

He frowns and pauses. 'Running away? How do you mean Princess?'

'You know like- leaving gangs and all that. Just going somewhere a bit safer y'know, somewhere I don't have to worry so much.'

There's a beat as the thought churns in his mind, a palpable silence as he mulls over the idea, hopeless as it is. But he won't tell you that. He doesn't like the idea of letting you down, disappointing you, hurting you in any way, breaking the veil of your hard won happiness that he knows he shatters every morning when he leaves, you in the doorway waving him off as if it doesn't break you at the thought it could be the last time.

'Mhm, honestly Princess, where would we go? There's no leaving this kind of life- even if we wanted to. There's nowhere we wouldn't be found.'

'You really think so?' you say then, your cheek coming up to brush at his exposed collarbones, the tv's blue light casting a soft glow over the smooth planes of his chest.

'I do. Besides, we like this life right? We have a lot of money and fun.'

'Yeah, I guess you're right. I just think about it sometimes. Y'know, a long extended holiday in the Bahamas kinda thing.'

He raises an eyebrow here, a slow and calculated smirk tugging at his lips still pressed to your hair. 'Oh? That where you wanna go?'

You give him a pointed look, dropping his hand to your lap where you lace it with your own on top of the duvet. 'It would be nice- a mini getaway, nice weather and food and just the two of us.'

'Mhm, it would, but you know what would make it even better?' he says, the very unsubtle smirk now creeping onto his lips in full force, a firm tug that has you now straddling his lap, your hands braced on his chest.

'Hm?'

He airily waves his hand, punishment that then grabs your thigh to pull you against him. 'You and me and loads of sex-'

'Shuji?!' And you slap a hand on his mouth, smiling still despite it all, the inevitability of it, the concept of him walking out into the world again tomorrow morning, leaving you here with a kiss to your mouth- and another because you like it and him to an extent that you can't speak about - that still hurts and heals at the same time.

He laughs again and your heart is a dangerous drum against your ribs when he lifts your chin to peck at your lips, a kiss to each cheek, to your forehead that has tears pricking unwillingly at the unconventional softness and tenderness of him that never feels like anything but safety, like anything but warmth.

'Okay loads of sex then- but what do you think? It's not too farfetched is it?' you say, running a hand down his chest in the way he likes - in the way you know he likes.

'mhm, we'll think about it, how's that Sweetheart? A trip to the Bahamas for my pretty girl.' He grips you from the back then, thumbs pressing into the indent of you, hands that find purchase so easily between the grooves of your muscles as if you were made for him.

Maybe because you are, maybe because you were. And maybe for once you don't feel ashamed for asking. And maybe because of him, to need and be needed, is okay.

i love him so much im cry every day bye

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[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze runner chapter twenty-five

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“Be careful Thomas.” Brenda said to him as you all followed Gally to a tunnel in the ground. You stood beside Newt holding onto his jacket.

“Can't Fry go?” You say to him, with a pout. Newt curled his lips up in a laugh before brushing your hair back behind your ears and kissing you.

“I'll be okay. We'll be back before you know it.” He tries to reassure you as he sits down to tie the loose shoelace on his new clothes. You do not miss the slight shake of his hand as he does it.

“Hey y/n, I promise I'll bring him back to you.” Gally smiles, it hadn't been that long but your old friend looked so much older than he did before. You thank him and give Newt one more kiss before moving back beside Frypan, who rubs your shoulder comfortingly

“Well, I wouldn't mind betting that tiger is hungry,” Lawrence announced from his door. Mai Mai shook her body excitedly.

Gally led Thomas and Newt through the sewers into the main city beyond the wall. Hundreds of people walked in all directions, some with masks on their faces. The city was almost beautiful, with it's tall sleek buildings and thousands of lights.

Gally takes them through the streets as a mandatory curfew comes I think action and police cars patrol.

The three boys climb up a grey wall to one of the highest levels. There was a small set up of blankets against the wall and Gally pulled out a large telescope, setting it up on the railing.

“Lawrence has been trying to find a way in for years. Place is crawling with soldiers. They got surveillance everywhere. Scanners on every floor.” He explained.

“Sounds like a bloody fortress.” Newt mused.

“Yeah, I thought you said you had a way in.” Thomas scoffed.

“I might.”

“You might? What the hell do you mean "might"?” Thomas could feel his anger bubble up again.

“Take a look.” Gally gestured to the telescope, “ I said I had a way in. I didn't say you were gonna like it.”

Thomas looked through it and saw the one person he had spent six months trying not to think about. Teresa, there working inside working.

“Look after y/n’s antics here they really locked down the place. It's harder than ever to get in.”

“Y/n’s antics?” Newt asked.

Gally sighed, “she hasn't told you, has she?”

“Told us what?”

“We had a guy on the inside. There was all this chatter about new human trials happening, then it all went crazy. Crick told us that they had a girl in there, the first thing she did was smash up a whole ward, then she was given something, the virus I think; but we don't know for sure. It didn't do to her what it did to us but it gave her strength. Like crazy stupid strength. She tore at least ten men apart trying to get out. It took like seven knockout darts to take her down. I didn't know it was y/n until we got security footage almost a week later and by then they'd moved all the kids.”

“I don't…why wouldn't she tell us that?” Thomas looked at Newt who was chewing on his finger. A million thoughts were going through his mind.

“Would you tell us if you massacred a bunch of people?” Gally shrugged, "there were rumours that she almost got the kids out as well. Security got really tight after that. Ava closed the doors that week."

“We should go back to the others.” Newt says.

“Yeah, hey maybe I shouldn't have told you, y/n won't be-”

“DON'T TELL ME WHAT Y/N WOULD WANT!” Newt shouted before composing himself again, “I know her better than anyone.” He breathed heavily and Gally put his hands up in front of him in surrender.

“Yeah of course you do. I wasn't…”

“Let's just go.” Thomas said, grabbing Newt's shoulder.

“No. There's gotta be another way.” Thomas shook his head and moved back to the table you all sat around.

“Like what? You've seen the building. She is our only way in.” Gally repeated.

“You really think she's gonna help us?” Thomas argued.

“I don't plan on asking for her permission.” Gally replied flatly. You didn't like the implications of his words.

“Am I missing something here? This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct? Same dick?” Brenda scoffed.

“I like her.” Gally laughed.

“What, are you afraid your little girlfriend's gonna get hurt? Hmm? Because this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?” Newt spat out from his seat beside you.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Thomas asked.

“Teresa. She's the only reason that Minho's even missing in the first place. Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don't want to because of her?” Newt stood and stepped closer to Thomas as he spoke, causing Thomas to slowly step back toward the wall, “Because deep down inside you still care about her, don't you? Just admit it.” There was a venom I. His voice you'd never heard before.

“Newt, I-”

“ Don't lie to me! Don't lie to me!” He grabbed Thomas's jacket and shoved him against the wall. Seeing then what he had done,Newt blinked rapidly and tried to calm his breathing. “Sorry. I'm sorry.” Newt whispered before darting from the room. You look to Thomas and then darts after Newt.

He sits on the edge of the tall building.

“Newt?” You fears of his accident in the maze were flooding back to you. He looked back slightly.

“Sorry about that. Back there. I guess I can't

hide this anymore.” He lifts the arm of his jacket and shirt to show you the bite wound. It was dark around the edges and his veins were filled with the darkness.

“Why didn't you tell me?” You sat beside him but not fully on the edge.

“Didn't think it would make any difference. All I know is that WICKED must have put me in that maze for a reason. Maybe it was literally

just so they could tell the difference between immunes like you and people like me.”

“No Newt, I saw all of your files, you're immune just not as immune as me. I think, I think you're like Gally, but I can help you.” you slide your hand into his, entwining your fingers.

“I don't…y/n I don't want to be one of those things.”

“I'm not going to let that happen.” You say kissing him.

“We have to save Minho.” He reminds you.

“No, Gally, Thomas, and Fry can get Teresa, you and me are staying here. I can fix this.” you hold his head in your hands so he has no choice but to look into your eyes. A tear drops down his face onto your wrist.

“Guys?” Thomas's voice sounded from the door. You weren't sure how long he had been standing behind you but by the looks of his face it had been some time.

“I'm sorry, Tommy.” Newt moved away from the ledge and stood up, before he could take another step Thomas threw his arms around him.

“We can fix it?” Thomas looked at you and you nod.

“I need some equipment but yeah I can.” You say.

Next chapter

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[adhdzagreus]

🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst? (for jonny and eva 👀)

"Oh, that's a tough one!" Evangeline says. Her wide blue eyes roll upward as she thinks, and her eyebrows knit together as she searches through memories. "Probably junior prom. The music, the dancing, the gossip! I was wearin' this gorgeous little red dress, and I got Jonny to wear something that matched, and he looked so good."

Her grin is infectious as she recalls that night. "It was magical. He made me feel like the prettiest girl in the whole wide galaxy. As for the worst memory..."

Her expression darkens. "Don't tell anyone about this, but uh, you ever been around while he and his daddy are arguin'? Yeah, don't be. They get loud and very very angry. He threw a glass of whiskey across the room once... It kinda scared me. I don't think he and his old man are good for each other, but Jonny won't move out 'cause he doesn't wanna get a job. Not that I can blame him. There's not much 'round here that's worth doing."

XXX

"Best memory with Eva, eh?" Jonny muses. "I s'pose you'd want an honest answer too? That's a big ask, you know."

He taps his fingers against the worn wooden surface of the bar counter. "If you must know, probably the first time she kissed me. Who among us doesn't want to be wanted? Especially by someone beautiful."

"Worst memory... Well, I suppose there's that time we got way too stoned, and Eva had to spend the whole evening trying to convince me that I wasn't dying," he says, looking a bit sheepish. "In my defense, time seemed to have completely stopped moving, and my thoughts were as loud as my voice. Bit of friendly advice: Don't buy weed from Lee Johnson. That was fucking humiliating. I'd rather have a glass of alcohol and a cigarette any day."

[illiana-mystery]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @writingkitten

I am currently making my way through finishing Chapter 5 of Hot and Cold (Wolf Jackson and Nadia Freelon fic) and working on a new fic for Arnold Mack from the 2004 movie, The Clearing. The title of it being A Decent Proposal.

Hopefully, both fics will be finished and posted in full by the second week of July.

Wish me luck! 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

I tag @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky ​​and whoever else wants to do this. 😁

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Hot and Cold

“Okay, kitchen's clean, dishes are clean, but it seems like there's one more thing that needs cleaning,” Wolf mused.

“What else needs cleaning?” I asked puzzled, not noticing his incoming innuendo.

“Your pipes,” he quipped, before laughing wolfishly. “And I get the feeling that you need a deep clean.”

“Ooh,” I cooed before seductively saying, “You're right, daddy. I do need a deep clean. I need that badly.”

He chuckled.

“Well, let's go and get you cleaned then,” he suggested.

“Okay,” I said before teasing, “I'm so tasty, come and chase me, daddy.”

He grinned, knowing that I seriously meant that I wanted him to chase me to my room.

Without another thought, I ran around my apartment before making my way to my room.

And he followed behind, but was floating instead of running.

Not that I mind.

He couldn't keep up with me though, until he finally just appeared in front of me and grabbed me when I was about to run out of my room again.

“Gotcha,” he chirped, as he moved behind me and tightened his grip around me.

“Oh no. You cheated, daddy.”

“Did I? I let you get away from me before, honey,” he admitted, kissing me down from my cheek to my neck.

“No fair,” I pouted as he noticed my pendant sitting next to one of my design awards…

An award that was contested for a very small reason.

It was awarded without my name on it.

But that was how the awarding organization handled graphic design work. It was total bullshit, but there was nothing I could really do.

Wolf on the other hand though…he didn't let that stand and a month later I received another award with my full name on it.

And I finally framed it.

So at least he would see that along with the pendant I left behind.

“You finally framed your deserved award,” he observed, although he clearly saw the pendant first.

“Yeah, finally found the perfect frame for it. Thank you again for reasoning with the board.”

“Of course, honey. I won't rest until you're truly appreciated for your work,” he assured, placing a kiss to my dominant hand.

“Wolfie, you're the best boyfriend ever.”

“I know,” he bragged softly.

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A Decent Proposal

Premise: Arnold is an underappreciated, high achieving sales representative at the Fortune 500 software company, Rivaware. And despite his hard work and preserverance, he's stuck in a loveless marriage and his new diagnosis of General Anxiety Disorder has caused his sales numbers and confidence to plummet. Once the highest earner every month, he's become a shell of his former self. And his boss, the beautiful and strong, Alondra Chanté Rivera, has notice. She knows about his woes and that he has an inappropriate crush on her. But she still takes it upon herself to help build his confidence again, by becoming his confidant and mistress. Her own husband be damned.

“Arnold, you can tell me what's going on. This is starting to affect your work and we can't have that. You can trust me, cariño.”

“Cariño? What does that mean?” he asked, before she leaned over and grabbed his chin.

“Whatever you want it to, Arnold. Whatever you want it to. Now, tell me what's going on.”

He trembled at the feeling of her soft touch.

So much so that he slightly moaned, which she noticed. She grinned and then slowly moved her hand down his neck and to the visible part of his chest.

“You like the way I touch you?”

He nodded.

“I…I…”

“It's okay,” she whispered in his ear. “I know about your wife…how she doesn't respect you or treat you well anymore…I heard everything the other day. What a shame, really. Doesn't know how good she has it. She has a handsome man that provides so much for her and it still isn't enough.”

His breath hitched when she said that.

“You just want some appreciation, right? Some well deserved praise? A little attention from the fairer sex?”

Did she overhear him in the break room?

She must have.

How would she know otherwise?

He tried to stop himself from truthfully responding, but his fast beating heart took over his motor function.

So he nodded again to her quandary, giving her the approval she needed to continue.

“I wish you would have just told me outright. Although I knew about your crumbling marriage, I wanted to see if you would be honest with me.”

“I'm sorry,” he blurted. “I'm just…”

“Ashamed?” she asked, making him put his head down again. “There's nothing to be ashamed of, Arnold. People fall out of love. It happens. My husband and I aren't on the best terms either.”

[ssstardust3001]

SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE'S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

tagged by: stole it tagging: steal it if you'd like :)

Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens (mostly in regards to his relationship with Isaac) = Oh, to see without my eyes. The first time that you kissed me/ Boundless by the time I cried /I built your walls around me/White noise, what an awful sound/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The first time that you touched me /Oh, will wonders ever cease?/Blessed be the mystery of love/Lord, I no longer believe/Cursed by the love that I received/ Now my riverbed has dried. Shall I find no other?/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me. I'm running like a plover. /Now I'm prone to misery./ The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me./ How much sorrow can I take? Blackbird on my shoulder/And what difference does it make when this love is over?/ Hold your hands upon my head 'til I breathe my last breath/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me, the last time that you touched me.

The Logical Song - Supertramp = When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful/A miracle, oh, it was beautiful, magical/But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, oh, responsible, practical. /Then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable. Oh, clinical, oh, intellectual, cynical/ There are times when all the world's asleep the questions run too deep for such a simple man/ Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned?/I know it sounds absurd/Please tell me who I am/I said, now, watch what you say, they'll be calling you a radical, a liberal, oh, fanatical, criminal./ Oh, won't you sign up your name? We'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, oh, presentable, a vegetable.

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical = Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune/ For merely dreaming we were snow/A siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise, and only she can make it right so things are different tonight./ We'll go together in flight. /It's now and never, a reverie endeavor awaits somnambulant directives to take the helm./Believe me, darling the stars were made for falling like melting obelisks as tall as another realm./Un ensemble d'enfants, la galaxie s'étend jardin de l'imagination./ Combler la lacune, voler face à la Lune vois comme nous évoluons./ It feels like flying, dut maybe we're dying./ A cosmic confluence of pyramids hologrammed./ Children born of one emotion our devotion's deepest ocean no division reasoned we'll be free./ To know we are beyond a bow, and lo, the hues arrange to show it's perfectly clear. / Pure delights surround us as we sail. / Now that existence is on the wake let's see what we can make. /We will be atoning at last eternal through the past above a blinding star. / One light higher than the sun, invisible to some. Until it's time.

Father - The Front Bottoms = I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat, and he is screaming and crying for help./ And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him then it ever did protecting myself. /And I believe that, yeah, Dad, maybe no one is perfect, but I believe that you were pushing your luck/ It just sucks it played out like this, a terrible movie and you can tell none of the actors even give a fuck. /Can I sleep in your bed?/ And when I crawl out in the morning can I stay inside your head?/ 'Cause you were high school, and I was just more like real life./ But I was just more like his wife/ I'll do the push-ups, I'll wear the makeup/I'll do whatever he wants all night. /And I am leaving as soon as I come/As soon as I come, you will probably forget my name/I hope I fall asleep at the wheel and crash my car on the ride home. Or I could just stay here.

Broken Crown - Mumford and Sons = Well, touch my mouth and hold my tongue/ I'll never be your chosen one/ The pull on my flesh was just too strong, stifled the choice and the air in my lungs. /Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie. /'Cause when I open my body I breathe in a lie./And I will not speak of your sins/ The mirror shows not/Your values are all shot/But oh, my heart was flawed/ I knew my weakness/ So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness./So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down/I'll never wear your broken crown/ I took the road and I fucked it all away/Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?/I can take the road and I can fuck it all away, but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate.

Magnum Bullets - Night Runner = A dark and moonless night has never felt so right. /An empty mirror only shows what's left inside/ The neon beckons me beyond its ghostly light/ No longer I pretend the staircase I descend will lead me anywhere but my unscripted end./My heart and hands collide/The gun lays at my side/Too late to turn back, only fate's left to decide/ Back up the stairs again, I am a different man. /A broken mirror only shows as best it can/Running in shoes that shine with blood that isn't mine./A stinging trophy of the battles I've survived/No longer I defend the choices I pretend could make amends that heal the loss of precious time/My conscience paralyzed against the rising tide of haunting memories that drown a wasted life.

Let the River In - Radical Face = I closed my eyes and saw my father's sins/They covered me like a second skin/I peeled them off and sure I bled a bit/And now I'm free to sink my own damn ship/I cut the branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the middle of the living room/Now the house is just ash this time, sink or swim/Let the river in if blood is thicker than water/We might drift away, but we've got thick skin.

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 21

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

“Don't look so disappointed, my Dread Executioner. This plan will provide you all the bloodshed you crave, I promise.” Gortash led him to sit down at one of the work benches. “You see, when you showed me your tyrant statue, particularly the crown you designed, it made me think of an artifact I heard about when I was growing up. The man I was...apprenticed...to was obsessed with it. I'll explain it in more detail later, but rest assured, as you told me I am your muse, you've quickly become mine as well.”

Sentry looked up curiously. He wasn't sure he'd ever inspired anything, well, other than fear and silly rumors with his yet unsolved years long murder spree. It felt good, he felt powerful, like he had influence, and more than that, influence over a chosen of Bane. Like puppeting a puppeteer. A smile formed, growing into a toothy grin. “And you say this plan will provide me with plenty of victims...parts...materials?”

“More than you could utilize in a life time.” Gortash sat beside him, reaching for a pen and ink. “Now...shall we?”

Sentry began to fish around in his satchel for the book he'd referenced only to find that Enver had already placed a well read copy on the work table next to the spare parchment. “Hey, you said you only read that in passing.”

“Did I?” He smiled teasingly. “Perhaps compared to some of the other ones, but I must admit, these copper dreadfuls were a comfort while I was growing up.”

Sentry nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Did you read the one about the artificer who creates life from a corpse? I think that one would really speak to you.”

“I did, and you're not wrong.” He nodded, opening the well worn book and beginning to thumb through the pages.

The two sat deep in discussion about what they could learn from the code the killer in the book used and how best to adapt it to their own uses. Hours passed as the discussion shifted between business and their favorite copper dreadful plots. Sentry barely noticed his tail flicking back and forth like an excited dog as the enthusiastic discussion continued well into the early hours of the morning.

Yawning and stretching, The Executioner realized he should probably head home and make sure Fel had properly reanimated as well as deal with the earful he was sure to get from Gabraela for sending him back in the first place (Though really, he had been very clear on the topic of breeding and his thoughts on it.)

“You're sure you won't rest here? You could sleep in my bed while I work.” Gortash offered as he and Sentry climbed the stairs back to the locked room together.

“What, work? You need to sleep too. There is no way you got any kind of rest yesterday before I got here. You're human, your body needs sleep.” The tiefling folded his arms across his chest.

“I do quite well without it most days.” The Tyrant replied dismissively.

Sentry rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, I can tell. You look so well rested all the time.” the sarcasm dripped from his voice.

“At any rate, there should be a gift for you waiting at your temple. The messenger I sent claimed to know the way. Just a little token of affection.” Enver changed the subject as the two reached the window.

Sentry grinned. “Well, I do enjoy gifts. Great change of subject, really.” And he leaned in for a kiss, nipping at his partner's lips affectionately for just a little taste before turning to begin his climb down.

When Sentry arrived home, he found the path to the temple splattered with more blood than usual. Three corpses wearing armor with a serpent emblem were strewn about the path in varying degrees of having been chewed and eaten. A smile crossed his lips, this was certainly a good start to a thoughtful courtship gift.

His expression changed to a gleeful smile that lit up his scarred face when he crossed the threshold to see that Tomi was setting plates of meat down before three large healthy looking gnolls at one of the tables in the common area. The creatures' snouts and claws were matted with blood and they chittered and made those delightful giggling sounds as they sniffed at the offering.

“Oh, welcome back brother dear! I heard a commotion outside the temple and found these darling creatures wandering outside. There was a note on one of those Zhentarim courier corpses and it seems these beauties are to be your new friends.” She explained with a knowing smile. “You must teach me your seduction techniques if this is the kind of gift your plaything gives you.”

“Plaything...yeah...” Sentry managed, walking slowly down to the table and looking over the creatures. “Oh hello, aren't you all so beautiful?” The colors of their fur, the spots where it was falling out. The perfect inspiration to add color to his latest work.

[ducknotinarow]

MM Michelangelo - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about…  For multimuse blogs, please specify!

Its ya boi! Mikey uwu I admit I do love him just as much as I do any other Mikey's I dunno it is nice to see him not just reduced to baby but he is still very baby ;3; like telling Splinter he loves them and going "kisses" just nice as someone who grows tried of how often Mikey can be flanderized or infantilized giving him a slight more maturness was just a nice change of pace. I wish we got a bit more but as i mentioned before I understand for the story and time why we didn't we'er gonna get more so I look forward to more Mikey soon.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"It me Micheal Angelo!" Untill I know for sure what they do for a last name i'm sticking with the joke I won't change my tags of course but ya know XD. In a lot of the promo art they show Mikey's name with a star over the I even when capital and it's cute i'm keeping it. It shows off Mikey's more child like and playful nature. Due ti the size, spacing and slant in his hand writing Mikey is a people pleaser and likes to avoid confrontation. Which we do see when it comes to them meeting the other mutants and even being against their plan Mikey agreed they can't let them do it but he still felt bad for having to be against them. Even among his brothers Mikey sort shows this peace keep mentality even among his brothers though he isn't above getting upset with leo for snitching on them. Because he may show these traits he isn't going to back down when it comes to defending himself, his words or others when he feels the need todo so. If there is a need of course. Mikey dose show he dose in fact over think here and there mostly when it comes to the situation him and his brothers are in.

Day dreamer he is he liked to think about if they weren't shunned from society they could be like humans their age. But that coming from having to remove that fact hes a mutant from his mind before he can indulge in the idea. Mikey also is someone that once he commit and puts his mind to something his ambition will carry him far.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"I've been a few places in New York? but that's about it really."

Mikey and his brothers haven't gone to a lot of places yet, mostly moving across New York and I wouldn't be too surprised if it's not even all that much of the city it's self likely the most travel happening when they go after the big crime families of New York.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"I mean never really been? I'm a turtle so I dunno I bet that gives me an advantage maybe."

Mikey may live in a sewer and be a mutant turtle but I don't think he adapt to nature too well not like the hard core camping where you sleep on the ground. And such maybe be fine with a tent at least but he likely perfer some comfort of not being in the woods like able to be on his phone. But He might be fine with out it if really had to go with out the device hes still a someone who grew up with tech so there will be a miss for it.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"hmm Pizza yeah the pizza for sure." I feel Mikey first memory was when Splinter first got them that Pizza uwu, it was the most beautiful thing the turtle ever laid his eyes on. This must be what love is. Okay there some over hyping but come on it's a Mikey Pizza may be the food of all the turtles but we know who loves it the most out of the four of them. It was also something new. And something so very common and normal for humans to enjoy just something Mikey wished he could do walk into a pizza place and get a slice. So mundane to most but for someone who can't do that?

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"Pizza of course." Feel Like I put too much in the memory forgetting this question is also here haha but yeah it's pizza for Mikey of course. Even when him and brothers were busy with their take down of Super fly plan he did go for the Pizza Splinter got for them. I feel it's a comfort food for Mikey, something Splinter would try and get for his boys when ever he could. Just this nice little treat that helped to brighten up his and his brothers days. Sure they can go out at night and such but somethings it get to him feel like he and his family were punished for simply existing (the scene with him gazing out from the sewer grid with the bars shadows over him ffffff hurts!)

But Splinter would get his hands on a fresh hot pizza and try and make it special for them so now mikey can't help but feel comfort around a good piece ;3;

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Nah I listen just about anything, even if I can't sign BTS songs for Donnie." Mikey likes rap and hiphop mostly stated off what sounds from the soundtrack I feel Mikey would be a fan off. He doesn't like old school music as well so he dips into the 90's era of music as well. Due to their life style sure they can be caught up on what new known but they were able to get their hand son the older stuff first.

Which helped to cement what kind of sounds and such that Mikey finds him self more drawn towards. Mikey just likes a good song he vibe with. Music is something he more turns to depending on his moods. If he feeling sad he dose like to listen to sad music and so on. He feels its a very good way for him to go through how he is feeling. Sometimes others words help him connect to his how emotions.

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"Well I mean I try not to think about much or I just get bummed out ya know?"

Lets be honest the turtles past? Sucks. It sad when you really look at these boys who just wants something so mundane as being able to go to school that getting to walk into a school excites them? They in a sense have freedom humans don't but they want this basic thing that many would moan and groan over. They were exited just to see a school hallway to mess around and sign up for an improve class even. Mikey rather focus on the future they have over wanting to look back. Course that doesn't mean the good times that part he dose think back on.

Just him, his brothers and their father, like bath time just playing around as kids. Raph waking him and broths up due to his fear of the dark. Mikey finding glow stars and setting them up claiming it was for him but it was really for Raphael. Cause the guy would never own up to the fear. He doesn't like to reflect on the bad times when it comes to the past rather stick to what was good even if that wasn't enough to make him content in that life for long.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"Nah I'm good about sleep"

Mikey and his family for sure lived a nocturnal life before having to readjust but I feel Mikey was always someone able to go to bed at a decent time and up early not too early of course, Mikey dose enjoy getting a good amount of hours in to sleep. But when the sun is out? He is also up just as bright and sunny as it. He aint the sunshine turtle for nothing after all. Mikey only struggles to sleep when he is excited about something he cant wait for the next day to come around that his body just is not tried at the time. Those are the only times he misses out on his sleep but true to who he is still manages to have energy to get him through the day.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"Ya know improve is very artistic." Mike's much more for performance art one could say as someone who always is thinking on his feet however though it makes sense that he dose take an intrest into improve being able to come up with things on the spot and working without any script or clue of what is going on? Yeah it fits very well with his mind set. He's quick to take note of his surroundings and working with what he has to execute plans like using donnies bo staff so make sense why improve appeals.

I feel in terms of a favorite person? Mikey really loves actors who can jump into improve like Robin Williams, loves catching SNL skits and other late night shows for this reason. He tries to bring in that same losse and easy going style to his own humor because he just finds it works best more so in stressful situations.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"No as much as Like Don's glue to his stuff but yeah i use a lot of it myself." Mikey for sure gets more use out of it once he starts to make friends. Like mostly in use of twitter, Instagram and Snap chat himself. Of course, Twitter is meant for following celebs and such but he also just posts nothing major or of value just a normal account where he chats with friends and mutals. Instagram is for sure where he posts photos of stuff he sees around the city or at home. Likes to take pictures of his family. Just small thing like hanging out with his brothers or stuff he thinks might be fun or funny to share.

He dose also use tiktok where I can see him having a platform for his improving skills I can see him being like Thomas Sanders where all his content is very light hearted aimed to just make you day better give you laugh even.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"I like people with good vibes mostly." Unlike 2012 mikey he's not one to deal with the whole jealously aspect of his brothers getting new friends if anything he really wants them to do well oh he will still tease them on their crushes of course and call them out for being dorks. But he full on supportive younger brother here. If things go wrong? I feel hes the shoulder for his brothers to rest their heads on. And unlike 03 mikey I feel he's not as great about picking up on when someone might not be all that good to trust. Seeing how they all fall for Super flys charm after all, Even not able to pick up on the vibes from Mondo seeing how they clicked right away when they first met themselves. So it might not be abnormal for Mikey to have a few bad friendships in the near coming future simply because he is such a nice and friendly and welcoming person. Some people may take advantage of that but Mikey tends to let it roll of his back, in the open at least.

Mikey tries his best to stick to his easy going ways but somethings? it can be a bit to much even for him.

At school I feel Mikey is that kid who can mingle among all the groups and cliques. He just can vibe with a different mix of people he knows the theater kids, he knows jocks, the kid who go home everyday ect. He's pretty good about diffusing tension even usual making it to where everyone leave chilled and clam after.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"I'm in school now I dunno if I wanna pursue more though? I mean maybe an associates at least?"

As excited as Mikey is to start going to school he hasn't thought much pass a high school degree himself. Community college is likely the most he'll go with next maybe through a scholarship from the preforming arts section. If anything he might look to community theater to keep pursuing improve as an outlet. So that he can learn to sharpen that more.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"I mean? I'm a turtle, my bros are turtles, my dad's a rat, we got even more animals in the family?" LOOOK MANY PREVIOUS MIKEYS HAD CATS! I like to think Mikey will also find his own cat ;3; likely more how 03 found Klunk or like how April found the cat that became Ice cream kitty in the 12 series. I think he would find an animal in need of home and decide their home is with them. Maybe something a little out there even or like a dog to match his energetic side?

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"Gifts can be hard, I mean it gotta fit them be something they want or could even need? show you thought about them even," I think Mikey being Mikey is pretty good at knowing a sort thought process to follow for gifts. I feel no matter what it is clear he had you in mind so the gift liekly is always well received Mikey very much is someone who puts thought into the gifts he gets no matter what that gift is though.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"I love them, and now? we have even more! Course Mondo is who i'm closest two guys vibe is real chill ya know?"

Mikey loves his family he really is all about them. He loves Splinter and everything he dose for them and tries to do for them. Like in part he can understand Splinter is just trying to protect them even if he can go a bit to far at times Mikey always knows its from a place of love. And well hes lucky to have a parent who loves him, his brothers even like that.

His brothers? He in the youngest and sometimes that can be a pain but he would change any of them given the chance. Of course, he still gonna be a little shit at times they are his siblings and well it just what you do to your brothers. He didn't make the rules but he follows them. He take advantage of his lil bro status loving to perch on Leo and Raph jumping up on them and such. He sometimes will do it a bit towards Donnie bout never fully throwing his weight their way. Mikey dose for sure see his brothers as his best friends they are the ones he can tell everything to. Even share those thoughts he doesn't find as pleasant. I feel he tends to go to each brother for different reasons however. Nothing against any of them just he feels he knows who would be the best to talk to about what ever is bugging him.

With his expanding family? He is closest to Mondo seeing them more like his own best friend. Mondo just gets him in a way many don't they even get into the same stupid antics together. So he can often be found skating in the tunnels with them or getting into some trouble with them. I do feel Mondo is a bit older than Mikey so he sometimes tries to take responsibility but pretty sure Mikey tends to have to step up the most when Splinter starts to scold them.

[wtfbinnie]

tag drop: i can see you- taylor swift

and i could see you up against the wall with me { photos }

and we kept everything professional { ask }

you won't believe half the things i see inside my head { memes }

but what would you do if i went to touch you now? { convos }

’cause i can see you waitin' down the hall from me { text }

and i could see you up against the wall with me { tweets }

then we kiss and you know i won't ever tell yeah { musings }

and what would you do? baby if you only knew  { music }

and i could see you being my addiction you can see me as a secret mission { tiktok }

[countlessrealities]

Ⓐ your Alastor & your Vaggie about each other

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || Accepting !

"For real? Why? Just...why? Everyone knows what's the deal with us, we made it clear since the very start. This is..." Uncomfortable and embarrassing. "...unnecessary."

"What's the matter, my dear? It's just some harmless fun. What are you afraid of? Don't tell me you have secret opinions about me you don't want to share!"

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Well, you're going to be disappointed, because I do not."

"Shall we then? Ladies first, of course."

"....You're having way too much fun with this."

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I'm asexual || maybe || probably | | it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they're good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven't kissed

"...Not a word. And, for the right, I can objectively judge someone's looks without being interested in them in the slightly. And I can give credit where it's due. But don't get any idea, got it? It means nothing."

"I wasn't going to say anything, my dear. And now I certaintly won't, because you said everything for the both of us already. But it's my turn now, isn't it?"

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I'm asexual || maybe || probably | | it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they're good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven't kissed

"That was....surprisingly not too nasty. Or creepy. I don't know what to say."

"I have manners, you know? Your lack of faith in me truly wounds me, my dear! Perhaps this can show you that you can take the risk and trust me a little more?"

"Yeah, suuuure...Nope. Don't let it go to your head now. That's so not gonna happen. Not now, not ever."

"Fair enough. I suppose time will tell which of us will be right in the end."

[abyssal-ali]

wwyditnfuo - 5: then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell

M | 1.6k | Ao3 | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | CW: Steph gets a little bloodthirsty, kidnapping, implied/mentioned torture/murder, relationship talk (ew), slight Tim bashing ig?

Chapter 4 ->

Steph glanced around the noisy, flashing-light-covered dance floor that was a front for Black Mask’s headquarters. She and Jason had agreed to arrive separately and meet up later, like they had the first time they’d met here.

Someone behind her brushed her arm, a slip of paper sliding into her sweaty palm.

“Meet me at the place we first met.”

She glanced up and around, spying the edge of Jason’s jacket disappearing around the doorway to the less legal part of the establishment.

~~~

“I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Steph mumbled against Jason’s neck as they huddled in the dimly lit hallway.

“Not you two again,” scoffed Mask, coming up behind them with Li and two bodyguards.

“What can I say, you have such a welcoming atmosphere here,” shrugged Jason, dropping a smoke bomb at his feet.

Steph used the darkness to take out the bodyguards before they could call for help, leaving Li to Jason. He incapacitated her easily enough and turned to Mask, who had his handgun out, waiting for the smoke to finish clearing.

The lights in the deserted hallway flickered and went out, thanks to Jason’s hacker lieutenant outside.

With swift, precise movements, Jason disarmed Mask and jabbed a needle in his neck, pressing the plunger and knocking Mask out.

Steph high-fived him with glee. Giving him a quick peck on the lips, she danced down the hall to their exit point, keeping an eye out for reinforcements. 

Mask was loaded into the back of the truck and driven to the warehouse Jason had specially prepared for him.

Having already decided she’d let Jason deal with Mask once they took him down, she headed back to his main warehouse to check with his lieutenants that the seizing and distribution of Mask’s assets was going smoothly. The business assassination she could deal with; the physical, not so much.

~~~

Jason peeked into her room, still smelling like his shower. 

“Hey, Jay.”

“Hey. You okay?”

“...yeah? I didn’t get a scratch on me; we’ve trained too much for that.”

“I know,” he smiled. “I meant emotionally and mentally. Any regrets about helping me, maybe, or some still-raw PTSD?”

She shook her head slowly. “I actually feel good. No qualms popping up. Maybe that should worry me, but right now I’m just relieved that we’ve actually done something about it. I’m glad you took point on it, because if it was up to me, I’d have just gone and stabbed him in the heart or something and wouldn’t have considered the vacuum his lack of presence would’ve opened up.”

“That’s why partners are good to have,” he mused. “May I hug you?”

She blinked, but nodded. “Sure. Are you okay?”

His arms wrapped around her, his large frame secure and comforting. “I’m fine. But just because you’re fine doesn’t mean you don’t want or need a hug.”

“Oh. That’s thoughtful of you.” She leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heart rate as she thought over their plans.

“Is he dead?”

“Not yet,” his voice was a nice rumble in her ear.

“Can I watch?”

“Of course.”

~~~

The door creaked open, letting the light cast long shadows of their figures across the cement floor.

Mask was tied up securely, his suit torn and bloodied, matching his body and creepy face. 

Steph had thought she would feel more…something…but all she felt was satisfaction and rage, mingled in equal parts.

“So this is what it’s like to be tied up by someone bigger and more powerful than you, hurting you for the pleasure of it,” she spat.

The eye that could open looked at her with a burning gaze.

“You probably don’t even remember me,” she crouched by his chair, staying a safe distance away. “You tortured me and laughed when I cried–just because you could. I don’t know and I don’t think I want to know how many people you have harmed like that, but I’m glad you get to experience being on the receiving end this time.”

Mask stayed quiet. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know if it was by choice or if Jason had done something.

“I’ve said my piece.” She said quietly to Jason, who offered her a hand. She took it.

Once she was standing again, she turned on her heel and spat at the cause of her nightmares. “Rot in hell.”

Standing a safe distance away, she watched as Jason’s bullet ended his life.

~~~

“Want another hug?” Jason knocked on her door again.

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist and sniffing his neck. “Your soap smells good.”

“Thanks.”

They stood there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, revelling in the peace of the moment.

“Want pitas for supper?”

“Oooh, that sounds good. Yes, please.”

“Want to help me make them?”

Steph pulled away slightly to look up at him. “Me? In your kitchen?”

“I know, will wonders never cease,” he grinned, showing a bit of dimple. “As long as I’m there, you should be fine.”

“Okay,” she agreed, following him to the kitchen. He pulled out a bunch of spices, mixed them in a large bowl, and dumped ground beef in. “Have at it,” he gestured her to the bowl.

“Just…mix it together?”

“Yep! I’ll get you a plate and then all you have to do is squish the beef into rectangular patties and put them on it.”

She looked at the bowl dubiously but set to work while Jason puttered around at the counter behind her.

“So…about our partnership…” she started cautiously. “I guess it’s over now, since our goal has been achieved?”

“Looks that way,” Jason said cryptically, drizzling oil in a pan.

She sighed inaudibly, slapping the next patty into shape a little more forcefully than was required.

“You’re gonna be busy for a bit with taking care of Mask’s assets?”

“Probably. I’ve got Bill to take care of some of it; why?”

“Just wondering what you’ll be up to now.” She shaped the last patty slowly. “I’ve got the last exams for this semester next week and then I’ll be available again.”

“Mhm,” he replied, not listening as he sliced cucumbers with neat, quick motions. Of course he was a whiz with a knife in the kitchen as well as in the streets. “Good luck with that.”

Rolling her eyes, she pulled out plates and glasses and set up their usual spots on the island.

~~~

“You haven’t been trying to hint about that conversation we had at the beginning of our partnership, have you?” Jason stuffed the last bite in his mouth, chewing as he watched her carefully.

“I-uhm-what?”

“‘I wouldn’t be mad if we reconsidered it after our partnership dissolves,’ I believe were the words you used about our relationship.”

She glanced at her empty plate, suddenly wishing she hadn’t eaten her pita so fast. Ew, relationship talks. “I may have been wondering if you recalled it, yes.”

“Mhm. And you think the time has come for reconsidering?”

“...yes.”

“Could you tell me why you were reluctant about it in the first place? You had fewer reservations about a professional-slash-friendly relationship, but a romantic one tripped you up.”

“I don’t mix business and pleasure since my ill-fated farce of a relationship with Timothy Drake.”

“Harsh,” he said blandly.

“There was way too much of a power imbalance. We were too busy figuring out our lives and patrols to deal with a relationship, too. Plus, I was dealing with giving my baby up for adoption and all the baggage that came with having a teen pregnancy. It affected our working relationship, and we didn’t even have a proper talk about identities and all that. It was a disaster and ill-advised from the very beginning.”

“I see,” Jason said slowly. “That sounds like it was a difficult time.”

“It was. But at least I can use that as a benchmark to see how far I’ve grown, right?” She smiled sadly. “I just want to prove…to everyone, to myself…that I’ve matured past that girl and that I don’t make mistakes like that anymore.”

“Okay. Could you give me your reservations about having a romantic and working relationship, or just a romantic relationship with me?”

“That it won’t work out. We’ll drift apart as partners, in either sense. Troubles in one relationship will bleed into the other, and with a high-stakes job like vigilantism, we can’t afford squabbles that will distract us and quarrels that will leave us with blind spots and open antagonism, and then we’ll hurt each other because of our issues.”

“Valid reasons,” he agreed. “Can I tell you how I see it? Not pressuring you, just saying my point of view.”

She made a ‘go on’ gesture.

“I think that your relationship with Tim was your relationship with Tim. I’m not Tim, and you’re certainly not the girl you were at that time. We’re much more similar than you and Tim were (and I’m aware that being too similar can have its own challenges but that’s not the point right now). Our identities aren’t an issue and we already work well together as partners and get along just fine as friends. In my opinion, we’re basically dating but calling it friendship. The only thing that we aren’t doing as friends is sleeping in separate beds.”

Steph blinked. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“Every relationship will have some issues. But so far, we’ve resolved them rather maturely. They haven’t carried over to patrols. I think, if we gave us a chance, we could be great together. But if you think differently, I’ll accept that. For now.”

“You make good points,” Steph agreed, running her finger around the rim of her glass.

“I thought,” he agreed smugly.

“I just…need a bit more time. To get over my fear of relationships. To process everything.”

“I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he reached out and held her hand in his. “Whatever you decide.”

Chapter 6 (Final) ->

[byicarus]

damien george had lived his life by strict guiding philosophy: take what he wanted and make no qualms about having it. he had power, so he was going to use it . . . which meant letting a twink who was no good at his job stay for his own pleasure. he could work around harvey's clear incompetence at his job, so long as those pretty lips were servicing his fat cock or his sweaty feet. everybody needed a good morale booster, and wouldn't a company cumdump do just the trick? it was a win-win for them both! harvey got to keep his job — and be spoiled rotten by his boss — and damien had a fleshlight on call all the time. it was the perfect plan! he couldn't see what would ever go wrong with it. "might have to beg a little, tell me what all you'd do for it . . . but yeah, pretty much," the businessman answered. it was nonchalant, like this was an everyday interaction — which couldn't have been further from the truth. sure, he had an eye for pretty, young things, but never someone who worked for him. morals, though, were vastly overrated in his opinion. "i know you're the best little whore for the job . . . you wanna know why, harv? 'cause i've never had someone waltz in here and beg to suck me off," damien revealed. harvey had been audacious in his efforts, but they certainly had paid off. how was a man ever to resist a face so pretty with lips so sinful and an ass literally begging to be put to good use. "now that's the spirit, angel . . . sounds like you have long, bright future ahead of you here at consolidated. you'll be busy, of course, but it's hard work being a little slut like you," the older man decided with a grin on his lips. damien would've been lying to say his eyes hadn't drifted to the curly-haired boy before. he might've fantasized about those lips sliding down on his cock a time or two . . . and he might've even let his gaze drift down to appreciate the younger male's ass — those slacks definitely fit him to a tee. this was just the icing on the cake. "guess we'll just have to make sure we're loud enough they file a noise complaint, won't we?" damien mused, cocking up a brow. it was light work to tease the scrawny, young thing as his fingers stretched that tight ring of muscle. harvey was eager, and the way damien's fingers worked him open with such ease only proved that. he couldn't wait to split that cunt open, to have harvey addicted to his cock — because, let's face it, damien knew that was going to be the case. as his digits slipped out of the younger male, he settled back into his seat, legs wide and inviting harvey to take his rightful place. his callused fingers curled in those silky, raven locks, keeping him as close as could be. damien groaned out in pleasure as the boy left kisses along his shaft. just when he thought it couldn't get any better, that sweet, innocent voice was uttering the filthiest things imaginable. damien smacked his leaking tip along those plush lips, smearing his pre-cum along those plump petals. he held the boy in place as his nose pressed against his sweaty sac, a devious chuckle escaping his lips. "oh, i can see it alright. never seen a slut so desperate for cock in my life," damien remarked with a chuckle. his grip released on the boy's silky locks, and his cock rested on harvey's waiting lips. "get those lips around my cock, princess . . . hope that throat's ready for the pounding of a lifetime."

harvey had enough sense to realize that his time at consolidated was nearing the end. it was hardly the first time that he'd performed poorly at a job, he knew what it meant when the e-mail from his boss' assistant arrived in his inbox — but he wasn't the type to go down without a fight. he may have appeared innocent, but his cherubic face and faint voice were little more than tools at his mercy. whilst damien might have observed a young, foolish boy with limbs that didn't seem to coordinate with his brain that regularly forgot to tuck in his shirt, something darker — something depraved — was merely lying dormant, waiting for the opportunity to strike. "is that how this is going to work, sir? are you going to give me whatever i want, as long as i look pretty when i ask for it?" harvey asked softly, batting his eyelashes as he licked over his lips. he knew damien's type too well; he wasn't to be satisfied with any pretty young thing that walked into his office, but he certainly would never turn down a challenge. harvey was the perfect specimen — unsuspecting, yet daring. harvey had given damien the faintest taste of his deepest desires, making sure that he would be dying for more. "that's all i want, daddy. i'll prove to you that no one else could do the job better. whether i do it with my pussy, my feet, or my mouth is entirely up to you, sir," he assured. "i did say i wanted to be an asset, right? use me as you see fit — i'll be your most popular party favor, or a bartering tool when you need me to be. as long as they have my daddy's stamp of approval, i'll take whoever's cock is offered to me." harvey had walked into damien's office independent and free, belonging only to himself — and he was beyond tired of it. he couldn't see the point in concerning himself with tedious matters like rent or utilities when their was a rich daddy right down the hall. it certainly didn't hurt that damien was ruggedly handsome, or that harvey's mouth watered with every whiff of the older man's cologne. "it will just make me want it more, sir. all those people down below, no telling who might catch a glimpse of me giving up my cunt to a man as powerful as you," harvey admitted, scrawny legs trembling with every deep stroke of his lover's thick fingers. eyelashes fluttered as waves of pleasure washed over his lithe body, struggling to keep his gaze fixed on damien. once settled on the floor, harvey was free to gawk at the older man's cock in pure awe. harvey knew that the bravado of a man atop an empire would be handful all its own, but he hadn't stopped to wonder what the man was packing in his slacks. truth be told, harvey was more than willing to take it down his throat regardless of its size — but with a cock like that, damien george deserved everything he was about to get. "please, daddy, let me slobber all over this beautiful cock," harvey plead, pressing soft kisses along the massive length as a look of cockdrunk lust washed over his face. his plush lips traveled all the way to the tip, only to return down the shaft and eventually the heavy sac hanging low between the man's thighs. "i'm not sure i've ever wanted anything more than this, sir — m-more than i want to give myself to you, to be the happy little whore that serves your cock. can't you see it in my eyes, daddy?" harvey carried on, inhaling the older man's masculine scent in deep breaths. "be rough, and show me how a man treats their whore."

[harrysblues]

Clean Baby

The one in which Harry comes back from work, and the only thing he wants to do is have a shower with his newborn.

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After spending so much time working on his upcoming album Harry's House, the only thing Harry wants to do is get home to cuddle with his wife and his newborn. Y/N had given birth three months ago to a precious baby girl, Kennedy Gem, that Harry completely adores. He still doesn't believe how much he loves the little thing.

All he had wished to do since his sunshine had been born was to stay home with his family. Unfortunately, Kenny came three weeks early, and all Harry could do was rush through the last couple of things he had yet to arrange for his album release next month.

Even though he had been touring in America, Y/N's pregnancy had been kept a secret to the public. This means that not many people know what Harry has waiting for him at home, and how much he hates being away from home lately. The couple knows that they are going to need to start telling people soon, due to Harry going on tour to the UK and Europe during the summer, and Y/N and Kenny are going with him. However, they want to enjoy the most out of her without being bothered about how things are going, or people wanting to get their hands on pictures of their baby.

Harry got out of a meeting with Jeff and rushed home to be with both of his girls that he absolutely adores with his whole entire heart. They are literally the center of his universe, and the purpose that pushes him to be the best version of him everyday.

"Oh my baby, weren't you so hungry?" He heard Y/N coo right after he enters through the door. "You're the cutest thing I've seen in my entire life".

Harry is fast to lock the door and get to his family in the living room, and when he sees both of his girls on the sofa, wrapped in blankets because it is still chilly out, and Y/N breastfeeding Kenny while looking at her lovingly, he knows he made it. He has been dreaming about this his whole life.

"Hello my angels" He says while quickly sitting down in the sofa right by their side. "How has your day been? I hope fantastic. I've missed you both so so much".

He gives Y/N a passionate kiss, and they separate when they hear their baby make the cutest noise ever. "Yeah, sunshine. Do you also want a kiss?" Harry coos, and immediately kisses his baby's forehead. He is mesmerised with the way she's bonding with her mum right now.

"She's almost done, but she needs a bath. Your mum called and I got distracted" Y/N informs Harry. "She invited us to go to her house this weekend for a family get together. Gemma is also going".

"I'll call her tomorrow to let her know we are going" Harry answers. "But can I please be in charge of bath time tonight? I've missed my little ray of sunshine so much today, you have no idea".

"Oh, is that so? What about your wife?" Y/N says in a playful manner. "Did you forget about your wife when your daughter was born, or what?"

"Of course not, my love. We are soulmates, and I'm yours forever and ever" He says while burying his face on her neck. "You're the muse of all my songs, and the best thing to ever happen in my entire life".

Y/N looks at him, sees the way he is literally drooling over his daughter, and decides to agree to Harry being in charge of bath time. "Okay, I'll let you. However, you have to promise me that this won't be a recurring thing. Kenny is already so attached to you, if she starts getting used to showering with you she won't have it any other way ever again".

"Perfect, perfect, perfect" Harry celebrates. "C'mon Kenny baby, let's go get ourselves clean. Do you want to be a clean baby? Yes?" Harry takes his daughter from her mum's arms and burps her before cradling her in his arms and standing up to get to the bathroom.

"I'll be back in a bit, my love" He tells his wife. "Rest for a bit, put on your favourite show, but please don't worry about anything. You have been working so hard these last couple of months without me here, it's your turn to relax".

Y/N knows that Harry is doing the best he can to balance everything that's going on in his life right now. Nonetheless, her heart melts a little at how sweet he is being about everything. He is all she's ever asked for.

The couple shares a sweet kiss, and Y/N watches Harry and her daughter leave the room to go have a bath, so she doesn't hesitate to take up Harry's offer, and put on her favourite show.

Harry walks with Kenny in his arms to the bathroom, where he starts the shower, so that the water warms up to the perfect temperature for his baby girl, and he prepares the towels for when they get out. Then, he carefully undresses Kenny, as well as himself down to his boxers, and they both get in the shower.

Harry has his back to the shower stream, careful so it doesn't bother his little angel, while he holds her close to his chest. He did this for her first bath, because he was very scared of anything happening to her while in the water and he knew she was the safest in her daddy's arms. Ever since then, he does this as much as his wife lets him. He bonds with Kenny the best during bath times like this one, and he is determined to do this as long as his daughter lets him.

Once they are both completely wet, Harry takes a soft cloth, and with a little drop of baby soap, he starts washing his baby. She is sleepy in her father's chest, seeing as she loves listening to his heartbeat whenever she lays there. So when she notices her sleep being disrupted, she starts whimpering.

"Oh no, sunshine. Don't cry" He says softly to her. "It's just daddy cleaning you up, isn't that right? Didn't you want to be a clean baby?" Kenny stops the moment she hears her fathers voice, and looks up to him with the cutest smile ever.

"Hello, Kenny baby" He coos down at her. "It's bath time with daddy! We love bath time with daddy!" Harry exclaims while bouncing her a little and tickling her stomach. She lets out the most beautiful giggle Harry has ever heard, and he is completely sure he'll never get tired of it.

"How has your day been? Did you have fun with mummy?" He asks her softly while cleaning her body and shampooing the little curls she has started growing. "I'm very jealous that you get to spend so much time with her, especially cuddling. I love cuddles, you know that?" Kenny sees her father talking, and decides to start mumbling and making noises, as if she was answering all of his questions. Harry doesn't doubt it for a second, and he immediately starts talking to her as if she knew what he was saying.

"You love mummy's milk? Is that what you are saying?" The smile could be heard in his voice, as he was looking down at his precious daughter. Kenny squeals and slaps her little hands softly on her daddy's chest, making him chuckle. "We are so grateful for what she is doing for us, isn't that right? She is the most wonderful woman ever, and you are so lucky that you get to learn form her. You are going to be just like her".

The conversation carries on, Harry not once getting bored with the cute interaction, and he finishes giving her a bath and also, washing his body and hair. He would lie and tell Y/N that washing himself with only one arm wasn't difficult, but he would do it every day for his baby girl. It was very difficult for him to explain the bond he had with his daughter during these showers. The idea of her being completely dependent on him was something he thought about every single day. And he obviously loved every single minute of it.

Once both of them are clean, they get out of the shower and Harry carefully wraps Kenny in a very fluffy baby towel with a hood and bear ears on top. It was a gift from Mitch and Sarah for when she was born, and it is the cutest thing ever. Harry can't help but take pictures of her and send them to the love band's group chat every single time she uses it.

He creadles her in his arms again and wraps another towel around his waist. He obviously struggles, and he notices Kenny is watching him in the mirror when she lets out a very loud laugh, seeing her daddy drop his towel many times until he manages to wrap it in place.

"Oh my, Kenny baby! Are you laughing at y'daddy?" He jokingly reprimands her. "Does daddy make you laugh? Yeah?" He only gets more belly laughs from her, and he smiles so big, both of his dimples very prominent on his face, that he swears his cheeks are going to fall off. He is even trying to make her laugh harder, making weird faces at her while they both look at each other through the mirror.

When Kenny starts shivering a little, Harry knows it's time to get her dressed in a very cute pijama and put her to sleep. She was about to fall asleep on his chest after all, so he carries her to her bedroom and dresses her in his favourite pijamas of hers, decorated with little cherries, right after putting lotion on her with a very long massage. He loved pampering his girls, and he wasn't embarrassed to show it.

When she has her hair brushed, and she is ready for bed, with her pacifier on her mouth, Harry brings her to his bedroom so he can get ready.

"I know you're sleepy, sunshine. Let me get dressed and we'll go say goodnight to mummy, alright?" He tells her, while laying her in the middle of his king sized bed. He surrounds her with pillows so she won't roll and fall, although she is too tired to even move.

Harry goes inside his wardrobe to get into his pijamas really quick, and he looks at her playing with her hands at the top of her head while he is in his bathroom, doing his skincare and styling his hair.

"Let's go, angel" He kisses Kenny on the forehead, while picking her up and laying her against his chest. "We have to wish mummy a very good night, isn't that right?" Kenny softly coos, and Harry melts at the sound of her little voice. He can't wait for when she's able to tell him how she feels, or what she thinks.

When they get to the living room, Y/N is asleep on the couch. Harry quickly notices, and without wanting to wake her up, he gets down on his knees right next to her to give her a kiss on the forehead. "C'mon Kenny, give mummy a kissy so we can go to sleep" He whispers.

Right when he is about to get up from the floor to put Kenny to sleep, Y/N stirs awake. "Harry, cuddles please" His wife's demand earns a chuckle from Harry, but he doesn't think twice. He hands Kenny to Y/N, and he gets on the couch besides her to cuddle with the love of his life and his baby.

With the TV playing softly, the warmth of the blankets the three of them are wrapped up in, the feeling of his wife breathing, and the peaceful noises coming from his baby, Harry is in heaven. This is the best life he could have ever wished for, and he could never be happier.

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