#was so close to controlling dreams 🥲

[arminsumi]

S. Geto ★ Adult Store | 3

★ Chapter index | Part 1 | Part 2

★ Synopsis : Sooo... his apartment. At six. Sex. No toys. Just you and him. Sound good?

★ Warnings : 18+ content, smut, semi-public m*sturbation (at work), sexting, exchanging nudes, dirty talk, creampie, cunnilingus, toys, solo male m*sturbation, squirting, multiple orgasms, wet dreams, mentions threesome with Satoru, "sl*t"

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"Just like that... I'm so close."

Suguru moaned your name to himself and rolled his head back, pumping you full of his sensitive cock. He was so close to blowing inside your soft pussy.

But just before his wet dream got to the good part, he woke up. Grumbling awake, he felt sticky precum smeared on his inner thigh. So much had dribbled out his cock while dreaming of you. He nearly came in his sleep.

Hardly giving himself time to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes, he rolled over to grab his phone. Seeing your morning message made his lips curl into a smile.

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You: morningg 🥱 Suguru: morning pretty girl Suguru: i woke up a bit too excited 🙈💦 You: aw hope you dreamed of me Suguru: i did [IMG] You: needdd 🤤 the curve ahh Suguru: bet you wish it was inside you huh 🖤 You: yes pls You: so excited for tonight. i can't think about anything but you

Suguru got butterflies.

His head got foggier, and his boner was still throbbing hot against his inner thigh. Your texts got spicier, so he lazily squeezed and jerked his cock through his pants while struggling to reply with one hand.

Suguru: i'll buy extra condoms just in case You: oh... dw i'm on birth control Suguru: oh? 🙈 what are you suggesting...? You: you can cum inside me 🤍

Suguru let out a shuddery moan and accidentally came in his pants.

****

Work was slow. The adult store was quiet for most of the day. Suguru lazed around and texted you.

Suguru: this one's also a best seller atm [IMG] You: wow i wouldn't even suspect that to be a toy 😂 what is it? Suguru: it's a suction pulsation toy. you put it on your clit. You: oh? 😵‍💫 hmm sounds fun but i'd prefer your tongue Suguru: 2 more hours left of work 🥲 You: 😔💔 Suguru: glad the store is quiet tho. i'm too horny to work. You: me too. i keep squeezing my thighs together when i see your texts. you got me all sensitive and you're not even here lol Suguru: aw you should have brought a toy with to help calm you down You: yeah 😔 rlly tempted to just take a bathroom break Suguru: you could just rub yourself under your desk 👀 You: only if you guide me through it 🤍

Suguru raised his brows and felt his cheeks warm up a little. He glanced around the store. Quiet. Not a single customer had entered for over an hour.

Suguru: stroke your middle finger up and down your pussy Suguru: very gently make it almost ticklish You: okay 🤍 Suguru: cup and squeeze it too for me pretty girl Suguru: how's it feel? You: really goodd 🤤 Suguru: yeah i bet. Suguru: rub circles on your clit nice and slow. just take your time. You: okayy You: this is rlly risky 🥺 Suguru: but you're turned on aren't you? You: yess Suguru: slut 🖤

Your clit got puffier and more sensitive as you started following Suguru's instructions over text. Every now and then you had to stop for fear of someone spotting you getting off under the desk.

Your chat with him got filled with spicier messages. Suguru kept turning you on more and more, making your clit buzz.

Work? What work? It was playtime.

Suguru: good girl. don't worry about anything just get those panties wet for me. You: are you stroking yourself too 🥺 Suguru: mhm. wanna see? You: yes please Suguru: [IMG] Suguru: all for you 🖤 You: omg You: need you inside me so bad :( Suguru: uh huh bet it sucks to clench around nothing You: meanie You: go faster with me please

He'd abandoned the checkout desk and went for a "bathroom break". Suguru stroked himself faster, imagining you touching yourself with him drove him wild. And the fact you were doing it under your desk while at work?

Suguru: i'm close 🖤 You: me too please cum with me Suguru: ok pretty girl. let's cum together.

His heart fluttered at your message, and he quickly felt his orgasm build up in his cock. Suguru threw his head back and bit his lip to hold in his moan while cumming a thick load.

Suguru: oops i made a mess brb You: lol 😂 Suguru: was it good? You: really good 🤤 thank uuu Suguru: mhm. see you later 🖤

****

He was practically shaking from desire while making out with you against his apartment door; moaning into your mouth then sucking on your tongue, eagerly squeezing your hips with his veiny hands.

He was breathless, "G—good to see you." he said.

"Y—yeah. Good to see you too." you replied.

He had you pinned against his front door. Yup, immediately after having arrived at his doorstep and walking in, the two of you just lunged for each other like two pathetically horny people.

He felt delightfully dumbed by the sexual friction between you and him. His hard-on pressed flush against your body, you could feel him already leaking precum.

You kissed, he backed away playfully. You followed. Then he kept backing away to tease you.

"Are you luring me like a fish?" you chuckled.

"Yeah..."

He backed into his bedroom door and opened it swiftly.

Leaning down to kiss you, his hands cupped under your ass and felt it up while you slid your hands under his shirt.

"Take this off, please."

"Take it off yourself." he teased.

Suguru's tummy flipped when you took his shirt off. Your eyes caught on his pecs and he noticed, so he took your hand and placed it on them.

You were a little taken aback. A shyness showed on your expression as you felt how firm his body was.

"Don't be shy; touch wherever you like. Just feel my body."

"But I'm kinda..." you giggled shyly.

"Shy? It's okay, I'll fuck the shyness out of you soon enough." he said.

Yeah, you'll be too full of my dick to be able to think, let alone be shy.

****

While he rubbed his cockhead through your slit, his stomach tensed up in excitement.

Fuck, and there I was just telling her not to be shy... and now I'm so fucking nervous. What the hell... why does it feel like I'm losing my virginity all over again?

Suguru prepped you a bit more, he slid his fingers into your hole and stimulated your G-spot with ticklish circles.

Finally sinking his needy cock inside you felt like heaven. He slid in a few inches deep, and shuddered at the feeling of your shape, the ridge and texture, the little squeezes of your walls.

"It’s not too big for you, right?" he asked caringly.

"N—no."

Nah. She's gotta be lying. I can feel her cunt struggling to take me.

Yeah, you were lying — he was so thick that the stretch was all you could focus on. Your lips formed an erotic O shape, expression turning slutty even though he wasn't even bottomed out yet.

"You sure?" he smirked down at you, two veiny hands at either side of your hips, denting the bed with his weight.

Suguru inched inside until you gasped.

"Fuck! Oh that's — mmm! — big!"

Suguru groaned softly, feeling your ring of muscle constrict around him. He slid in and out slowly to get his cock soaked.

"I don't know if I can take it..." you moan.

His cock curved up into your G-spot and you let out a shuddery moan.

"Don't worry. I'll stretch you out." he purred before giving you a hard kiss. "Just hold onto my arms."

****

“Fuck! Right there!” you screamed into the pillow.

Suguru softly grunted and focused his eyes on the sight of his cock moving in and out of your pussy. You fisted your hands into the messed up bedsheets.

When he felt his orgasm start to build up, he suddenly pulled out of you.

“Nooo, put it back in!” you cried, kicking your feet.

“Just a second, baby.” he murmured sweetly.

He smirked down at you and planted a hard slap on your ass, causing you to jolt forward and groan.

Sliding back in made him momentarily close his eyes, because your walls hugged him so perfectly.

“Mmm!” you kicked your feet around again when he started up his thrusting again.

Suguru wasn’t merciless with how he fucked you into the mattress, but he really wanted to be. He was holding back so hard just to make sure you could enjoy yourself completely.

Sometimes he’d start pounding into you and then self-consciously eased off when he heard you whimpering.

“Are you okay?” he giggled into your ear.

“Y-yes! Do that again, please.”

He flipped you onto your back and pushed your legs back, splitting them wide open for him.

****

Suguru fucked you into a quick orgasm and his own followed immediately after he felt your pussy milking his cock.

“Oh my god…” he giggled into the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry. I thought I’d last longer than that…”

You laughed with him. Suguru hovered over your back, his bangs dangling over his eye, and he kissed from your shoulder down middle of your back. His two hands roughly grabbed and pried apart your ass cheeks, thumbing into your creampied pussy. Some of his cum dribbled out.

You hummed and wiggled your ass for him.

Fuck. I think I just fell in love.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he asked softly.

“Yes please. I feel so wet and sticky.” you laughed.

He smacked your ass again and slowly slid off the bed, scouring for your panties before his boxers. He helped you slide them back on.

****

While you went off to shower, Suguru dressed up and went into the thin kitchen.

He checked his phone.

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Satoru: stop ignoring me hoe Satoru: ARE U GUYS STILL HAVING SEX OMG IT’S BEEN 3 HOURS??? Satoru: WTF KINDA STAMINA DOES SHE HAVE Suguru: lol u sound lonely Satoru: omg finally 😿 Suguru: i think i wanna marry her 😔 Satoru: WAHT WAS IT THAT GOOD???? Satoru: UR STILL MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT?? Suguru: yes Satoru: is she down for a threesome???? 👀 Suguru: wtf satoru 😂 Satoru: JOKING 🙄🙄 ask her tho Suguru: i'm blocking you Satoru: babyyy don't b like this!! sharing is caring!! 😍 Suguru: 😑

****

When you got out the shower and clothed yourself, you smelled something good cooking. Suguru wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, so you went to the kitchen.

The tiny round table by the window was dressed up with a white cloth and a single candle in the center.

“What’s this, a dinner date or something?” you asked.

“Yeah, well, I just I thought you might be, uh, hungry…” he said shyly. “… after all that exercise, you know.”

You gave him a flirty look, then sat down to eat.

****

He was giggling hard. His cheeks were hot.

“So, what’s for dessert?” that’s what you had asked to fluster him.

“What if I eat you out right here on the table?” he suggested, and you both went silent.

Suguru tilted his head at you and waited for your response.

Your response? Spreading your legs on the table for him, of course.

Suguru nuzzled his face deep between your thighs, dark hair tickling your skin.

He placed worshipping kisses on top of your pussy, then swiftly stripped your panties off. They dangled on your ankles while he nosed in your pussy, kissing and licking it like it was his dessert.

Of course, Suguru Geto was the type of boy to get hard from going down on a girl. His cock pulsed and twitched in his loose sweatpants.

You gasped when he sucked on your clit and nudged it with his tongue.

He looked up at you through his messy hair, sharp eyes observing your reactions to his skilled-tongue fucking. Your juices gushing down his chin drove him nuts.

“Oh, shit that’s good!” you cried, grabbing a fistful of hair and eliciting a moan from him that you felt vibrating on your clit.

He gasped for a breath, pulled away momentarily but then dove right back in as if he didn't need air as desperately as he needed pussy.

As soon as you started squirming around, Suguru hooked his arms around your body to keep you firmly in place.

His back muscles flexed while he ate you out. Yes, his knees hurt a bit from kneeling on the tiled kitchen floor for an hour, but it was worth it to get you squirting all over his pretty face.

Suguru withdrew from your pussy and wiped the streak of your juices off his cheek with a swipe of his thumb.

“Thanks for dessert.” he murmured, “Tasted really good.”

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[revelboo]

Any chance you could do some hurt/comfort with TFP Soundwave, Shockwave, Megatron, Knockout and (maybe even Tarn) regarding the aftermath of severe night terrors? Like, someone tries waking you up and you come up swinging and kicking bad.

I haven't had one in years, been going on 10, and got hit so bad last night 🥲

Sure!

Scenario- Nightmares

TFP Megatron x Reader, TFP Soundwave x Reader, TFP Shockwave x Reader, TFP Knovkout x Reader

Megatron

• Rumbling as he startles online, tense and denta bared, it takes him a klik to realize there’s no threat and for those old instincts to calm. To remember he’s not in Kaon, that another gladiator isn’t looming over him ready to murder him and take his place. And to realize you’re what brought him out of recharge. Propping himself up as you twist where you’re tucked against his frame, struggling and writhing. Making a pained sound that goes straight through him. Had he shifted in his recharge and squished your tiny frame? A leg slides against his as you arch on a cry, trying to push him away. Are you still asleep? Reaching, he catches your chin in his servos.

• Crying out, as you wake up and the nightmare and reality become tangled together. Lashing out to get free and your hand smacks against something hard. Something that hurts and the panic sinks in deeper, fighting as weight shifts to cover you, catching your wrists and pinning them above your head as the air is driven from your lungs. “Calm, pet.” That rough growl sinks into you, taking the edge off. Grounding you and your heart is racing, can’t breathe even after he shifts his weight off of you. Those red optics narrowing as you shake before he vents and lets go of your wrists, a big hand cupping the back of your head and pressing your face into the mesh of his neck. “So troublesome,” he growls as you hang onto him, breathing in the scent of him and letting the warmth of him chase away the last of the nightmare.

Soundwave

• Head lifting as you move restlessly against him, his tendrils uncoil from around you. Had he been gripping you too tightly? Thrashing with a hitching sound, one of your hands thumps against his chassis and he gently restrains you so you don’t harm yourself. And you go ballistic, struggling and fighting with a ragged, pained cry that startles Lazerbeak awake, hears the drone’s disgruntled croak from his shadowy perch and he doesn’t know what this is. Wrapping you up tighter, he rears back when you almost headbutt him, sobbing. What happened? Your thoughts are a chaos of pain and fear and grief that he doesn’t understand.

• Terrified, you fight harder, heart racing so hard your chest hurts as you wake up disoriented. Staring wide eyed at Soundwave’s dimly glowing visor as his head tilts in question before he unwraps you and you realize he’s cocooned you in his tendrils. “Just a nightmare,” you whisper and he lifts a servo to touch your cheek, his attention shifting to it and the dampness there. Making you realize you’d been crying. Still are. “I’m okay.” Even though you’re definitely not, had dreamed you’d lost him. That he’d gone out to fight and never came back to you and that loss aches through you even though you know it’s not real. And his tendrils hook around you to tuck you close, his head rubbing against your own as you cling to him, reassuring yourself that he’s right there.

Shockwave

• “Thirteen?” Head turning as you shift restlessly where you’re tucked against his side, he can hear the shift in your breathing. Feel your racing heart and it spills uneasily into him. Your terror sparking through him as those phantom memories of another life he can’t claim swamp him. Remembering fear so viscerally, being helpless, betrayed. Until he’s shaking as badly as you are. Spiraling out of control.

• Lurching upright only to get whacked across the thighs by his cannon, you struggle to get free. The nightmare so real as you feel Shockwave shuddering against you. Wanting to get as far from him as possible as that terror shakes you. And turning to look up at him, you see him lift an arm, palm pressing over his optic as he trembles, antenna flicking. Having an episode and you’re so exhausted from the nightmare, you just want to cry. Realize you are crying, because he’s what you’d had the dream about. That he’d changed his mind and started experimenting on you. Hurting you. Sobbing as your hands tremble, you reach to grab a servo and pull his hand away. “We’re okay,” you whisper, lying to both of you as you curl against his side and his head turns to stare at you. “We’re okay.”

Knockout

• Startling out of recharge when you smack him in the face with a soft hand, his head lifts with a growl. “You better be dying or-” Threat faltering as you make a whimpering sound of pain, he vents and props himself up. “Wake up, human.” Gathering you to him, you go rigid and fight like a mad thing to get free, legs kicking as your little fists thump against him and he waits it out. “You’re smudging my paint.”

• Gasping as clawed servos thread through your hair and fist to tip your head back, you stare up at Knockout in confusion as he vents dramatically. Your heart’s still racing from the nightmare as his optics narrow before he slumps back and drags you to sprawl on top of him. And his servos flex, lazily massaging your scalp as his other arm drapes around you. Can tell he’s annoyed as he rumbles at you, but he doesn’t complain even though he complains about everything and you lay your cheek against him. Soaking in his warmth to banish the fear. “Distract me. Please?” You whisper and he glances down at you, scowl sliding into a tired smirk.

[prettyfilmz]

como te quiero yo + miguel o’hara

(listened to this song and this so fitting for miggy🥲💗)

it was storming hard outside your shared apartment. the rain slapped against the windows harshly and the thunder claps were so loud it would send anyone into hiding in their bed: like you. usually you weren’t bothered by storms like this but you were feeling particularly overwhelmed so you hid yourself under the covers. miguel wasn’t always the best at comforting with words since his delivery could be classified as…brutal, but he makes it up with his acts of service.

he turns on your comfort show, fills the room with your favorite snacks and joins you in bed, pulling your small body into his allowing you to rest your head on his broad chest. he occasionally traces circles on the skin of your arms, asks about the show you’re watching to keep your mind off the stormy weather and kisses your cheek with every small response you give.

eventually things heat up as he had another idea to ease your mind. he gently lays you on your back, gaining on noise of protest from you which he hushes instantly with a look you know all too well about. “relax mama, I just want you to feel better.” he soothes, slotting his body between your legs. his hands softly run up and down your sides making you squirm before he pulls the thin night shorts that donned your curvy lower half down. he peppers wet kisses along your neck and slowly travels down your body while leaving a few hickies and soft bite marks in their wake.

miguel almost cums in his pants when he saw that you didn’t adorn any panties underneath, his two fingers spread the lips of your glistening cunt apart making your hips buck slightly. he didn’t waste anymore time and attached his lips on your throbbing swollen pearl, suckling on it and groaning at your taste. he allowed you to control the pace this time and flicked his tongue in the same rhythm that you were grinding against his face, spewing curse words and whimpers.

your fingers combed through his soft curls which made him so aroused he slowly began to grind his erection into the soft duvet to ease the pleasurable ache. when you warned him that you were about to cum he didn’t stop and only added two of his thick fingers inside your tight warmth, pressing against your g spot teasingly. “cum tanto como usted necesita a la dulzura.” he says against your clit before spitting on it and continued his actions.

when your orgasm came, he eagerly lapped up your juices while riding out his own orgasm from how worked up he was from the friction. when he pulled his body up from in between your legs, he kisses you delicately and whispers “good girl, daddy is so proud of you.” he readjusted your positions so you were back to laying on his chest, trying to catch your breath.

“thank you miggy.” you say softly, feeling the rush of tiredness waves through your body as your eyes got heavy. “anything for you, sweetheart.” he pulls the covers over both of you, feeling quite tired as well. “I love you.” he kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, hoping to dream of you.

[skmhlml]

Ask: Yandere Mouthwashing Curly NSFW the reader Riding curly In the bed of the muse bed (I think they meant med bay, tried looking it up…)

𝒀𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Note: Lord have mercy on this generation

Warning: basically almost Necrophilia, riding a cripple in a hospital bed.

First of all if I don’t do this right please give in more detail 🥲

Curly’s near-death experience has twisted his already-complicated psyche into a singular, burning fixation on you. You were the one who visited him during the worst of his recovery, the one who spoke kindly even when he couldn’t respond. That kindness is now everything to him.

He’s completely immobile, missing both legs and hands, yet he makes you feel like you need him. Constant guilt-tripping, pleading, or terrifyingly calm observations like. His voice is rough, low, rasping through cracked lips and ruined vocal cords — but there’s a tenderness to it when he talks about you. It’s as if the sound of your name is the only thing that doesn’t hurt him.

-

The moment is fueled by desperation, obsession, and repressed desire. Curly can’t move — so you have all the control. And that’s exactly how he wants it. He needs to be at your mercy. The bandages shift slightly as you climb on top, revealing glimpses of red, raw skin — and he watches you with that single, bloodshot eyes like you’re a god delivering salvation.

You straddle him while he’s lying down — either sitting directly on his lap or slightly forward depending on how you want to angle it. Since he can’t support or touch you, all the control is yours — rhythm, depth, pace. He might try to flex damaged muscle or writhe slightly beneath you, but that’s more reactive than active.

The act itself would be painful for him — skin grafts, nerve exposure, pressure on healing areas — but that’s part of the twisted intimacy. He wants the pain if it means being touched by you. noises? Expect a mix of choked moans, pained whimpers, and hoarse affirmations. And a lot of teeth — exposed, trembling, biting at air or at his own cheek.

His pain, disfigurement, and your gentleness become part of the experience — it’s not just physical, it’s deeply emotional, disturbingly intimate. You’re not just riding him, you’re claiming him. And he’ll never let you leave again. Despite his injuries, Curly finds intense satisfaction in the reversal — the way you lean over him, the way you grip his body (what’s left of it), the way he’s completely vulnerable and yet so hungry for you.

You’re not just giving him physical pleasure — you’re giving him validation that he’s still human, still wanted, despite the trauma, the disfigurement, the helplessness. His pleasure is completely in your hands. That helplessness becomes his obsession — only you can make him feel like this. He craves that dependency, even worships it. There’s something deeply primal in the act: him, barely held together, and you, choosing to take control and give him something no machine or medtech can.

His teeth are always bared — not in aggression, but because he can’t close his mouth. When you kiss him, it’s wet, raw, and disturbing… but also charged with emotion. There’s no room for shame in the medbay. He fantasizes constantly — about binding you to him with makeshift restraints, keeping you by his bedside forever. Not to hurt you… just to never be alone again. He dreams about the crash sometimes. But in the dreams, you’re crashing into him — claiming him, saving him, devouring him whole.

Your bodies press together, trapping heat between you. He’s fever‑hot—every brush of your inner thigh against his torso makes you taste your own salty sweat, mingled with the metallic tang of healing flesh.

Where bandages shift, you catch soft patches of new skin grafts—slick, almost gelatinous under your palm. It’s tender and tenderizing; a single misplaced thrust has you both holding your breath. His bandages have a slightly rough weave. As you rock, there’s a rhythmic scrape against yours, like paper tearing, that becomes a perverse metronome for your pace.

On either side of his pelvis are his amputated stumps, protected by thick dressings. You feel the warmth of his exposed nerves buzzing beneath—like low‑voltage electricity—every time you settle fully into his lap.

His pleasure is threaded with pain. You’ll hear a strangled hiss when pressure hits a burn scar—yet those same moments draw the deepest, most ravenous moans from him. It’s an intensity neither pain nor pleasure could deliver alone. Between your ruts, he gasps—half agony, half ecstasy. His one eye will flutter shut, lashes wet, and for a second you feel you’re transcending the gore to touch something raw and sacred.

[inside-lees-mind]

Hiii (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I see that u r accepting nsfw asks🫶

So can I request an Ukyo x reader where the reader is touching theirself then ukyo hears them and helps them??

It's okay if you don't want to do this tho 🥲

hiiii thank you for the request! I’ll totally write this!

So sorry, I’m going to assume fem! Reader. Do let me know if you wanted otherwise.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral (Fem! Receiving)

He couldn’t help it. His ears were too sensitive. Too sensitive to not notice the slick sounds of what he can only assume is the pad of your finger teasing yourself. Too sensitive to not notice the sound of a finger sliding in, then back out with a slick “pop!”

Too sensitive to not notice the way your breath hitches as quiet squelches leak out from behind your bedroom door, if you could even call it that.

You had assumed he was a sleep, and maybe if he was he wouldn’t have woken up over such small noises, but he wasn’t. He didn’t know what to do. In this stone world, he currently has no earplugs, headphones, muffs, or anything to drown out the sounds.

And unfortunately, as disgusting as he felt for it, he couldn’t control the way his pants tightened, the way his breath hitched with yours, or the way his mind can’t help but picture what your face must look like. And that image doesn’t help the situation in his pants at all.

He feels it’s too far to let himself touch himself to your sounds. After all, you didn’t even know he was listening. And though it’s not his fault, he’d feel creepy and like he took advantage if he made it a silent mutual thing. So he endures it until he hears you grunt and a whisper falls from your lips.

“Ukyo…” he heard it loud and clear, even though you’d whispered it low enough anybody else wouldn’t have noticed. Then a low groan and you whisper again, “It’s not enough…”

He can’t help but let the idea cross his mind that maybe he could make you cum quick. And he finds himself nearing your door, though he feels selfish for not keeping his mouth shut and staying still during this. He hesitates, but now he feels creepier if he doesn’t knock. After all, now he’s standing at the door, close enough that with his ears he’s certain you’re curling and thrusting in 2 fingers, but the rhythm he picks up for your clit is irregular. And your disappointed noises that follow soon after tell him that’s not how it’s supposed to be.

So before you can do anything else, he knocks in the door. He hears you freeze, the air goes still and silent, before finally you call out.

“Uh… yes?”

“Hey…” He doesn’t know what to say yet, but he quickly tries to think of the right words. “I heard my name.”

“Oh, sorry I must have been dreaming.” You chuckle awkwardly, lying through your teeth.

“I heard more than that.” He says quickly, tone clearly a bit more nervous than he intended. It goes silent for a moment before he hears shuffling, then footsteps, and lastly the door swings open.

You’re standing there is pajamas that are haphazardly thrown on. He knows it’s a little weird to think, considering the lack of consent given thus far, but he wishes you hadn’t gotten dressed again.

“I heard my name, and I know that doesn’t mean that you want to have sex with me, but I figured I’d… uh… ask? Do you want any help?” He’s more calm than a lot of people would be, but he’s also a nervous wreck inside.

“Yes, I do.” You answer quickly, and on queue, both of you are backing into the room, the thin excuse for a door gets locked behind him.

He decides he’d take his time, within reason, because he’s fairly certain you’re already sexually frustrated.

Between the two of you, it was fairly obvious there were feelings. Even the two of you could see that. However, the two of you have no relationship. So he knows he’s gotta cover some basic respectful bases. Not only that, but he’s dying to kiss you.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and you chuckle. It’s cute he feels the need to ask when you let him in to have sex. You nod, and he closes the gap between you two. He pecks your lips first, before changing to an open mouth kiss, one that deepens in hunger as a new kind of heat brews between the two of you.

Once the two of you are exploring the taste of each other’s mouthes with your tongues, he finally starts to touch you. His hands find their way under your shirt, and soon his lips leave your mouth for your neck. His hands leave your shirt to slip off your pants, but not before looking to you for permission, which you grant.

And soon his head is buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your clit in an experimental rhythm. His eyes are locked on your face, watching your reactions. Once he finds the pace he sees, or more so hears, the best reaction, he keeps it and adds his fingers into your cunt.

His fingers curl a few times before rubbing against your g-spot, then pulling out and pushing back in time with his tongue on your clit. He continues his motions as you tangle your hands in his white hair, your head thrown back as you breathe heavily.

“Don’t stop…” You breathe out. He hums against your clit in response, causing you to whine.

He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t change anything. And soon your hips buck up against his face a bit, which he doesn’t mind, and your back arches off the bed. Your legs shake a bit as he pushes you over the edge.

“Fuck, yes! Ukyo!” You shout, moaning for him.

“So pretty…” he mutters when he pulls away, slick covering his chin.

You’re already thinking about returning the favor.

I was half awake when I wrote this so I apologize if it’s not very great at points. I’ll look over it tomorrow but I’m posting it for now.

[hrrtshape]

Hello, trying your "non-method tonight". My main issue is that i cannot let myself go, i have a paranoid personality disorder and every single time i close my eyes and try to relax, i get over whelmed by voices and images so i get scared. The only way for me to even sleep is wait to be exhausted to the point where i immediately fall asleep 🥲

and i need you to know that shifting, methods, all of it !!!! none of it is worth your peace. if something makes you feel unsafe, you do not have to push through it. you do not have to force yourself into a battle just because the destination is something you want. your safety, your comfort, your mind.... all of that comes first. always.

now, about letting go. for you, it sounds like “letting go” isn’t just about releasing control. i just posted THIS but if it doesn't work, then continue reading !!!

anyways. it's about navigating a mind that pulls tricks on you, that throws shadows and whispers into the quiet. and that’s not something you can just ignore or push past, because you aren’t the problem. your brain is doing what it does to keep you safe, even if it’s overprotective in a way that makes things difficult. so instead of trying to brute-force relaxation, let’s shift (EHHEHEHEHEHEHE...sorry. i love a good shifting joke) how we approach it !!!!

i , don’t force stillness : if closing your eyes invites too much noise, don’t. shift with your eyes open, with a dim light, with something grounding nearby. play soft music, a fan, white noise—something that gives your mind a thread to hold onto so it doesn’t spin out.

ii , make the fear a character, not a captor : if the voices and images come, try, if you can, to detach from them. not as something scary, but as background characters in a dream. like static. like strangers on a train you’re passing by. you don’t have to engage. you can let them exist without them meaning anything.

iii , shift in exhaustion : if the only way to fall asleep is through complete exhaustion, use that. don’t set aside a special time to shift, just let the thoughts be there as you naturally drift off. shifting happens in the in-between, and exhaustion is an in-between state.

iv , remind yourself: you’re already there : if your brain is built to protect you from danger, let’s trick it. what’s safer than being home? instead of trying to “get there,” remind yourself you never left. you’re just remembering. there’s no effort needed, no battle to win, just a little oh moment, like when you walk into a room and forget what you came for.

you are not failing. you are not broken. your mind just loves you so much it wants to keep you safe, even when there’s nothing to fear. so don’t fight it. just let it hum in the background while you remember where you were going. and if tonight isn’t the night, that’s okay too. you were never in a rush.

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Who Am I? Chapter 2

Warnings: smut (not with Noah), the sex is consensual but she’s not really into it. Idk don’t read it if that bothers you.

A/N: sorry it’s short 😭 it’s so hard to find time to write cuz of my job. I hope you still enjoy tho🥲❤️

Not long after the awkward interaction , we walked back out, and watched bad omens take the stage. “I gotta make a call, don’t run off.” Ryan leaned down, leaving a rough kiss to my lips, making me scowl before walking away.

Nothing about ryan was ever gentle. It was so irritating. I found a spot with a clear view of the stage, so I could watch the set. Finally getting to watch them in person was a dream of mine, and I’ll be damned to let anything ruin it.

The bass vibrated through my feet, a primal thrum that resonated with the energy of the crowd. They were owning the stage, having had me as well as the crowd mesmerized. Noah was a force of nature.

He worked the stage, his voice growling with intensity. I stood on the side, nodding along to "Dethrone," softly mouthing the lyrics. I’ve been a fan for years, their music a deep comfort. Especially with my unfortunate shitty upbringing. Ryan, didn’t quite understand my obsession. He hardly likes my own music. 

I started cheering with the rest of the crowd. As they moved on to the their next song. During the intro to "The Grey," Noah’s gaze swept across the stage, landing on me. For a fleeting moment, our eyes locked. And then he smiled, before continuing his strut across the stage.

My stomach twisted. It was just a smile, a simple sign of acknowledgement. But it made me feel strange. I tore my gaze away, my body buzzing, just as Ryan’s hand grabbed mine. “Let’s go,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He didn’t wait for a response, yanking me away and down the narrow hallway. The music faded, replaced by the pounding of my own heart. He steered me towards the bathroom I’d used earlier, the harsh fluorescent light of the hallway doing nothing to soften his expression.

He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the small space. He shoved me against the cold, tiled wall, the impact stealing my breath. “What the fuck was that?” he demanded, his eyes blazing. I rolled my eyes, at his rough hostility. Nothing new. “Nothing, what the hell is your problem?” I mumbled, completely exhausted from his constant outbursts.

“Don’t lie to me, Alice,” he sneered. “I saw him looking at you. I saw how close you two were earlier too. What the fuck was that about?” His accusation hung in the air, thick and suffocating. I wanted to explain, to tell him it was nothing, a moment of shared appreciation for the music. But it didn’t matter. It never did. 

He made a disgusted sound, his eyes raking over me with a possessiveness that felt more like ownership. Then, before I could react, he surged forward, his mouth crashing down on mine. There was nothing gentle or loving about it, not like the soft touches I always craved. It was a brutal claiming, a desperate attempt to reassert his control.

His lips were hard, his teeth nipping at me, bruising and demanding. I tasted anger and insecurity. I kissed back anyways, for my sake. I haven’t been touched in months, and I can’t handle his shitty attitude anymore tonight.  

He pulled away yanking me from the wall, and shoving me against the counter. His movements were rough, and my heart began to race.

Without a word, he wasted no time ripping my shorts and fishnets down my thighs. I gasped at the material burning against my skin, but before I could speak, he had already shoved himself deep inside me.

His thrusts were rough and primal, I couldn’t do anything but hold on for dear life. I finally relaxed around him, feeling myself get wetter. I moaned as he filled me up over and over, his dick hitting that perfect spot. His hand reached around, large fingers gripping my throat.

He pulled my head back to look at him through the mirror. “Whose fucking pussy is this?” He growled, his hips slapping against my ass harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, as he squeezed tighter. “Y-yours.” I groaned, as he released my throat. “That’s fucking right. Don’t forget it.”

Just as I was about to tip over the edge, he thrusted into me one last time, before pulling out. “What the fu-“ my words were cut short as he grabbed my hair, forcing me down to my knees. He angled my face up towards him, as he pumped himself a few times releasing on my face.

When he was finally finished, he let go of my hair tucking himself back into his pants. He grabbed a few paper towels out of the dispenser before shoving them into my hands. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with anger. It’s not usual for him to get off, and leave me hanging, but this wasn’t for my pleasure, it was a punishment.

He kneeled down so we were face to face before speaking. “Don’t forget your fucking place Alice. I have no problem reminding you.” Our faces were only inches apart. His eyes bore into mine, dark and unyielding.

I was rendered mute by a cocktail of anger and frustration. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the pulse of fury echoing in my ears. How had it come to this? A man I once considered a partner, someone who stood by my side during the highs and lows of my fucked up life, was now threatening me like I was some kind of errant child.

When he stood back up, the air shifted. I watched him walk toward the door. He paused and turned, his gaze lingering on me. “Clean yourself up,” he ordered. “We leave in 20.” And then he was gone.

I stood up on shaky legs pulling my shorts and fishnets back up my thighs.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like a wreck..smudged makeup, sticky face, disheveled hair. Hurt turned to anger as I turned the sink on, letting the water run until it was cold against my skin.

I grabbed some soap, scrubbing at my face, my reflection a blur of black washing away.

My makeup melted down my cheeks. The sound of water splashing filled the silence, but it couldn’t drown out the humiliation that wrapped itself around me like a shroud.

“What are you doing?” I whispered to myself, the echo of my voice bouncing back from the grimy tiles. I had fought so hard to carve out my place in the music scene..hell even in the world itself. This night had been a victory, the crowd was phenomenal, the lights were bright. But here I was, in this wretched bathroom, my feeling of happiness tainted by Ryan’s shitty attitude.

Once I finished washing my face, I reached for more paper towels. I dried my skin, the rough texture of the paper a stark reminder of the harsh reality I was living. My hands trembled slightly as I tossed the damp towels into the trash bin. I took a deep breath, trying to gather the shreds of my shattered confidence.

What was it about Ryan that had enamored me so completely? He was charming, charismatic, a refreshing aura of energy that had swept me off my feet. But all that had morphed into something darker, a controlling asshole that stifled my spirit. Just like my parents.

I just stared at myself. Anger, and exhaustion flickering in my eyes. I wasn’t a victim, not anymore. This is my life. I have fought tooth and nail for every stage I had performed on, every audience that had cheered my name. When will he realize that.

I took one last glance at myself in the mirror, and turned off the sink, and stepped out of the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest.

The stale cigarette smoke curled around my face, as I watched Jett wrestle our amp into the back of the van. Ben was meticulously coiling cables, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Ryan, ever the asshole, directed their efforts with a clipped tone. The air hung thick with the dust and sweat of the festival. "Need a hand, Alice?" Ben asked, glancing up from his tangled mess of wires.

"Nah, you guys got it," I replied, taking another drag, a smile tugged at my lips. We killed it tonight. We felt like we were finally breaking through, the energy from the crowd was undeniable.

Suddenly a voice cut through the air. 

"Hey!"

I turned, along with the rest of the guys, and saw Noah, walking  towards us. A tall, lanky dude with long hair, trailed behind him. Jolly. They’re a huge, influence to us and our band, and seeing them in the flesh, and actually playing alongside them still gave me a little jolt of excitement.

Noah grinned, and greeted everyone with a friendly nod."I really liked that solo you did." He fist bumped Jett, and gave Ben a nod, "your drum fill was sick. You guys did amazing." Then, his eyes locked on mine.

I smiled, dropping my cigarette and stomping it out. "Thanks, You guys too."

"Appreciate that," Noah grinned. He paused, before looking to jolly, and back to us. "So, look, we're having a little after-party type thing up on the rooftop of our hotel. Just something chill. We wanted to extend the invite." He rattled off the name of some fancy hotel downtown.

My eyes immediately darted to Jett and Ben. Their faces were lit up like Christmas trees. We’d been grinding for years, sleeping in cramped vans, eating gas station food, and dreaming of moments like this of being welcomed into the inner circle. This felt like validation, a sign that we were finally being recognized.

I opened my mouth to accept, already imagining the good time we’d have hanging out with THE Bad Omens, but Ryan's voice, sharp and dismissive, cut me off.

"We're good. We have shit to do tomorrow."

The air instantly thickened. The excited buzz from Jett and Ben evaporated. My own elation fizzled, replaced by a familiar sense of frustration and resentment.

Noah's smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. "No worries, man. Just thought I'd offer. Maybe next time."

He nodded at Ryan, then gave me one last, look before turning away, Jolly shuffling awkwardly behind him.

They disappeared into the throng of leaving festival goers, an uncomfortable silence settled over us.

"Seriously, Ryan?" I turned towards him, my voice tight with annoyance. "What the fuck?"

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "I’m fucking tired Alice, and I have shit to do other than babysit your drunk ass all night.”

"One drink wouldn't kill us," Jett mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah, Ryan. We could have networked," Ben added, equally subdued.

Ryan rounded on them, his voice rising in pitch. "Networked? You think schmoozing or fucking rockstars is going to get us a better record deal?" His eyes cut to me with that last statement, and I couldn’t stop the scoff leaving my lips. He’s fucking mental. 

I stepped forward, my fists clenching. "It's not fucking like that Ryan and you know it! It feels like we're finally being accepted. We busted our asses tonight! We deserve to celebrate! We deserved that moment".

"Yeah well I’m your fucking manager, and what I say goes."

I’d had enough. “And I’m your girlfriend! Do you ever think about what I want?”

"I don’t give a shit Alice! I'm doing what’s best for the band!," Ryan retorted, his voice laced with exasperation. "Do you know what kind of people are at these parties; those guys are bad fucking news, I know it!"

"Doing what’s best? By doing what? Keeping us from having a good time? From making connections? From being treated like real artists instead of nobodies?" I spat, my voice trembling with anger. "You're not doing what’s best for us, Ryan. You're just fucking controlling.”

The stale hotel air hung heavy, thick with the ghost of previous occupants and cheap disinfectant. I tossed my bag onto the ridiculously floral comforter, the zipper screaming in protest as I wrestled out my pajamas. My muscles ached, a delightful reminder of the amazing set we played. 

But now, that high was plummeting, dragged down by the ever present weight of Ryan “forbidding” us from going to the after party Noah had invited us to. With some bullshit excuse. As if being a woman in rock wasn't hard enough, I had to constantly fight to be seen.

I glanced over at him as he heaved his bag onto the bed. He was already heading for the bathroom, the door clicking shut. 

I flopped onto the bed, grabbing my phone and mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. The feed was ablaze with posts from the festival. People were talking about our set, praising my vocals, complimenting Jett’s insane guitar riffs, and even acknowledging Ben’s solid drumming. A warm feeling spread through me, a sense of validation that Ryan rarely offered.

30 minutes later, the bathroom door swung open. My fingers froze on the screen. Ryan stood framed in the doorway, but it wasn't what I was expecting. He was dressed in black jeans and a tailored leather jacket. His hair, usually casually tousled, was meticulously styled. He looked like he was about to step onto a movie set, not into bed for the night. 

My stomach clenched. A cold knot of unease tightened in my chest.

"Where the hell are you going?" The question burst out before I could filter it, laced with a bitterness I couldn't quite suppress.

Ryan rolled his eyes, the dismissive gesture slicing through me more sharply than he probably intended. He patted his pockets, checking for his phone and wallet. "I’m meeting someone important."

The words were like a slap in the face. "You tell us that we can’t go to a small after-party to celebrate our show tonight, but you’re gonna run around town to meet with someone 'important'?" My voice rose with each word, frustration bubbling to the surface.

He sighed, as if I were a particularly annoying child. He turned towards the door, his back to me. "I don’t have to explain anything to you. I know what’s best for us, and that’s that."

“Seriously?" I scoffed, sarcasm dripping from my words. I pushed myself off the bed, my bare feet slapping against the carpet. "Or best for you, Because it sure as hell feels like those are two very different things these days."

The air crackled with tension as he finally turned back to me, stalking towards me until we were almost chest to chest. His eyes were cold, hard chips of ice. "I said I don’t have to explain shit to you. Now go the fuck to bed. I’ll be back in a couple hours."

He stood there, radiating an aura of control and dominance that I hated, that I was starting to resent more with each passing day. The familiar fear pricked at the edges of my anger. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but something held me back. Years of conditioning, of being told to be quiet, to be agreeable, to not make a scene.

I shook my head slowly, disbelief warring with hurt. "Who are you meeting that's so fucking important?" The question hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken accusations.

His jaw tightened. "I told you. It's none of your business."

Without another word, he turned and walked out, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding thud.

For a long moment, I just stood there, frozen in place, the silence amplifying the hum of the air conditioner. The anger, simmering beneath the surface for months, finally boiled over.

Fuck that.

I grabbed my phone, my fingers flying across the screen.

Me: get your asses ready. We're going to that after-party. Meet me in the lobby in 20.

I didn't wait for a response. I ripped open my bag again, pulling out a pair of ripped black jeans, a vintage band tee, and my leather jacket. Adrenaline surged through me, washing away the fatigue and replacing it with a fierce sense of defiance.

I stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. The hot water pounded against my skin, cleansing not just the sweat and grime of the day, but also the lingering feeling of being controlled, of being diminished.

As I dressed, my mind raced. Who was Ryan meeting? I didn’t have the answer, not yet. But I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't going to let him dictate my life anymore. I had a voice, a talent, and the right to make my own choices.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, my reflection staring back with newfound determination. My eyes, usually soft and yielding, were now hard and bright.

This wasn't just about an after-party. It was about taking back control. It was about reclaiming my own power.

I grabbed my phone and headed out, leaving the oppressive atmosphere of the hotel room behind and walked towards the lobby.

Jett and Ben were already waiting, grinning like mischievously.

"Took you long enough," Jett said, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "Ready to party?"

"Born ready," I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

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Imagine Konig and TF 141 boys having a good night's sleep when suddenly they are woken up by the sound of their SO having a wet dream and moaning their name. Thank you so much.

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Task Force 141 (+König) + fem! reader

HELL YEAH I‘VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!

I think I never told you guys but I kinda love writing about Simon and Kyle. ESPECIALLY KYLE. Like, he is such a cutie and looks innocent. I wish I could hug him😭😭

If there are any mistakes, please ignore it🥲🥲 Got my nails done and I need a few days to get used to it😭 I don’t really like this but I still hope you enjoy 😿🫶🏻

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König

"Fuck, König" you slightly whisper which causes König to jump out of his deep slumber, thinking you’re in danger. But as soon as he looked over you, he saw your hand clutching to his arm. First he didn’t understand and he thought you were having a nightmare, in which he would immediately wake up and greet you with his huge arms to comfort you.

But it wasn’t what he expected… it was way different and he could feel his cheeks heat up. It was until he heard your soft moan. He felt his cock rising and suddenly he wasn’t tired anymore. All of a sudden he was filled with lust. He felt how bad he wanted you he needed you now and couldn’t wait any longer.

"Baby?” he whispered in your ear with desperate written in his voice. You stood in your sleep and he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed you to wake up and show you how desperate you made him feel. All of a sudden he wasn’t the patient soldier anymore. He was an impatient kid waiting for his mom to buy him a toy. 

"Fuck" you moan quietly he couldn’t wait any longer so he slowly made his hands make their way down your body. You stirred and you were finally waking up. You noticed his hands slowly moving further down your body and he was dangerously close to your heating pussy.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked you, acting like he was all innocent and didn’t know what you were talking about. Your face was heating up due to embarrassment and he deeply chuckled to himself.

His hands were now so close to your already wet pussy and you couldn’t wait any longer. In your dreams, you were on top of him. His hands on your hips, squeezing you as you were riding him. You felt the pain physically but it felt too good.

"You naughty girl" he was on top you now and soon he entered two of his fingers, causing you to open your mouth. His fingers were so fucking big, not even the dick of your boyfriends was that huge.

He pumped into your needy and wet pussy and with each time, you felt how it was getting harder to breathe.

“Please, faster" he did as you asked and fuck, it felt too good to be true. he was so deep inside of you, and you couldn’t control yourself anymore so you had to cling on his arm. Your nails digging deep in his muscular arm.

"So wet for me?” he asked himself and you something form in your lower stomach.

"Chr- Fuck. I‘m so close" your moaned and he let out a deep chuckle. His laugh meant two things. One, it meant how he was enjoying you and the impact he has on you, even if it’s just his fingers. Two, his nervousness was also slowly taking over you, seeing you so desperate for him, and needing him all the time, makes him so nervous he just can’t help himself. 

"Okay baby. You can let it out" and you did as he said. You felt so free, the feeling was… unbelievable. It wasn’t the first time he did it. And you hope it’s not the last time, but every time he did it you couldn’t help feel like it’s your first time being fingered. As soon as his fingers left you, you felt very empty.

"Now sleep baby" he whispered in your ear while he fell down next to you. Before he attacked you with a huge hug, he went to the bathroom, for god knows what reason.

One thing was more than clear… He is a great hugger… and amazing at making you come fast.

Simon Riley

Simon always had trouble with sleeping. Due to his trauma, he refuses to sleep. The only time he sleeps is during daytime. Sometimes you only get to spend the night together because he sleeps through the whole day.

And today is not different. He is laying on his back while his left arm is covered around your waist. You were asleep and he is glad that you get to sleep at night. He keeps thinking about his next mission which is making him sad. He hates leaving you alone. He hates hearing nothing from you until he comes back home to you.

But he was pulled out of his minds when he heard your soft voice call out for him. He carefully sits up, afraid he might wake you up. "Love?" for a moment he thought you were having a nightmare. And he was starting to panick because he didn’t know how to react. Was he supposed to wake you up? Or was he supposed to wait until you wake up?

But it seems like you weren’t having a nightmare. Not at all.

“Simon.. fuck. Please" you softly moan causing Simon to stiff. He chuckled to himself and he knew what you were dreaming about. And it was definitely not a nightmare. He got on top of you and started kissing your neck. He could feel how hard it was getting for you to breathe and it only motivated him to keep going.

“Please" you desperately tell him and your hands were now on the back of his head. He found your sensitive spot and decided to suck on that spot. He noticed how your back started to ache.

“Simon..I need you" your voice was clearer now and he knew you were awake now.

He stopped kissing you and he heard your loud groan, asking him to continue. He looked at you, with lust written all over his face.

“Tell me about your dream" he more like ordered you to tell him about your dream. Even the thought of telling him what he did to you in your dream was making you blush the reddest shade. "It’s an order, not a request"

You couldn’t help but want to feel what you felt in your dream. "You were spreading my legs" and he slowly spreads your legs open and you felt yourself getting wet at the sight of him between your legs.

"You pushed my panties to the side and slowly got down on me" you were still shy because you were scared to continue.. but god, you want this so bad.

"And what did I do?" he asks innocently, acting like he doesn’t know what he did. But he didn’t expect this response of you.

"Your mouth and your fingers were inside of me" you shamelessly whispered but loud enough for him to hear it. His smirk grew wider and he nodded with his head, clearly impressed you were able to take that much in your dream.

"Impressive, love. Let’s see if you can take it. But I bet you can, huh Love?" he got down and started to eat you out. You felt his tongue dance along your folds and it was getting very hot in this room. But without warning you, you felt one of his fingers join and you couldn’t help but held each side of the bed, creating a mess. "Fuck!" you screamed as soon as you felt one more hand join and whatever you did in your last life to deserve this. God, you’re so thankful.

"Simon oh fuck" you were out of breath and your back was already aching. You closed your eyes because of the pleasure… and even while they’re closed, you were able seeing him.

His fingers and his mouth were moving in a synchronized and you felt yourself getting close.

"Come on love" he said, taking a quick break from your heated folds. And you couldn’t keep it in in anymore. So you decided to come… and it felt great.

Simon kissed his way back up and stopped near your mouth.

He let himself rest on top of you and you closed your arms around his muscular body. You kissed for a while before you both drifted off to sleep.

John MacTavish

"John…" you desperately whispered in your sleep and John immediately turned his whole body to your side. He saw your face expression being different. It was like… you needed something? But what does that have to do with him?

"Baby?" he carefully spoke to you, hoping to carefully wake you up. But it seems like it didn’t work. You called for him once more and he started to worry a little. What if you were having a bad dream and you couldn’t wake up? He doesn’t want you to suffer any second longer so he shook you slightly.

"John?" your tired voice called for him and he felt the worry wash away and being replaced with relief. "Love, are you okay?" he asked you and you felt yourself get hot.

You turn your face around because you were a bit embarrassed. But Johnny thought you’re hiding because you are scared. If only he knew…

"Were you having a nightmare?" he asks you while sneaking his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly, wanting to let you know that he is here for you.

"No.." you mumbled causing Johnny to look at you confused. "What was it about? You were calling me?" he is definitely confused and he was so cute when he is confused. He looks like a lost puppy whenever he doesn’t understand anything.

"It was about you…" you hide your face from him again. He was even more confused now and it took him a good second to understand what you mean. "Me? Wha- ohhhhhhh" he definitely understood what you meant now.

And suddenly he was on top of you, caging both of your wrists above your head. "You need me that bad?" he asks you while he acts like he is innocent. Before you could respond, he started kissing you. It wasn’t like your usual kiss. This one was filled with more lust and desperation. He was showing you how bad he needed you too.

He started pushing himself between your legs causing you to leave a moan but not by choice. The heat between your legs was growing and you were greatful that you went to sleep with only your panties and your black top. You could feel the shape of his cock move up and down your covered and heating pussy and each time the lust grew wider.

"Such a bad girl. You should be asleep aye? Look at you now. I think you should be punished" he tells you in between the hot kiss and you felt how fast your chest was moving. You both were out of breath and instead of thinking about how you’re gonna wake up in 4 hours, you think about how good he would make you feel. But you didn’t know that this was actually your punishment.

"enjoy your punishment, sweetheart" he whispered in your ear before he kissed you again. And he didn’t touch you, even through your dying for his huge cock now.

"Tomorrow, I‘m gonna make sure you won’t be able to walk" he promised between the kiss and you were waiting already patiently waiting for tomorrow to come.

John Price

John was laying on his side trying to fall asleep, until he heard you talk in your sleep. It got him curious, since you never talk in your sleep.

"John" you let out a soft whisper and it warms his heart how you’re searching for him even in your sleep. But in reality… you weren’t searching for him. He was standing in front of you, teasing you to death. But he didn’t now. Yet…

John was about to turn around again and let you sleep until he heard a soft moan escape from your lips. He didn’t move. He just stood there and was trying to understand what was happening. He heard another moan coming from you and he was now sure that he wasn’t dreaming. His ears are working correctly and, in fact, he is hearing correctly. He just heard you moan his name which got him very very curious.

"Fuck… please" you let out in a soft whisper causing his dick to rise. He can’t wake you up now because of your work but he can’t just sit there and watch you fuck him in your dream.

He eventually stood up and went into the bathroom but he didn’t close the door. He needed to hear you moan his name. Meanwhile, he lets his hand walk inside his boxers and started to let out a bit of pleasure himself while you were calling for him.

And it wasn’t enough. He needed you physically. He needed your pretty face down on him and watch you ruin your mascara while you are on your knees and taking him very well. But this is gonna wait. And when you wake up.. he‘s definitely gonna ruin you.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle was laying next to you, watching you sleep peacefully. He loved doing it. Drift off to sleep knowing he got to sleep with you being the last thing he saw and waking up, you being the first person he gets to see makes him excited and willing to wake up way earlier, just to adore you.

But tonight was kinda… different. You were stirring in your sleep and Kyle was getting curious. Were you having a nightmare? But it wasn’t what he expected… it was quite the opposite. And he noticed it was you dreaming about something different as soon as he heard a soft moan leave your mouth.

He didn’t move. The only thing that moved was his smile on his dangerously handsome face… and maybe his dick got a bit hard too.

He quietly enjoyed watching being so desperate for him. You kept whispering how bad you need him and how good he makes you feel. He watched you being so desperate for him to touch you.

And if he had the chance, he would take you right now. But he decides to not wake you up and watch you moan his name in your sleep. And he felt the lust rising. It was hard for him to control himself because watching you is causing him to loose control. He won’t let himself loose that control. Not today. He continued watching you and he was having so much fun while doing so.

But don’t you worry, the first thing you guys are gonna do is having sex, making your wish come true.

[fishnapple]

hello! Good day! I have a question about synastry. What does sun square pluto and nodes mean?

The guy has a leo sun (in his 10th house) and i have a scorpio pluto (in my 8th house). My north node’s 8th house scorpio also and south node is in 2nd house taurus.

When i first saw him, i stared at him so bad because he looked so familiar but i cannot tell where/when/how i met him before BUT im pretty sure i havent met him before that event!!!!! Is this normal?? 🥲🥲 and he’s been stuck inside my head ever since (i even had dreams about him). Is this a one sided thing or not???

on a side note, all the other anons that asked about scorpio pluto and 8th houses + you also river!! hello there!!! Nice to see all scorpio 8th housers out here!! ��� 🤗

Hello, fellow Scorpio 8th houser, hope you're having a wonderful holiday ✨️.

It's totally normal for a Pluto contact to feel a certain sense of familiarity, all the more when Node is involved. I'm a Leo sun myself and have the Pluto square with everyone around my age and many people had commented that I looked like somebody close to them or they had seen me somewhere before.

Sun square Pluto synastry

From my experience, Sun square Pluto synastry usually creates curiosity from the side of the Pluto person, to get closer to uncover whatever is hidden beneath the surface of the Sun person, yet, at the same time, feel wary and distrustful of the Sun person. If you look from the outside, you will see the Pluto person being very aware of the presence of the Sun person, looking at them frequently, or just staring, BUT, not approaching. While the Sun person will also become aware of Pluto's attention on them, they can choose to avoid or return the attention. Depend on the amount of familiarity a person has with Pluto in their own chart, this aspect can feel uncomfortable for both side, for Pluto, it's the pull and curiosity that make them uncomfortable, for Sun, it's the attention and hidden intention that make them uncomfortable. But if Pluto is no stranger to both then both people can feel attraction, the kind that's hidden and a bit taboo (as in someone shouldn't get under you skin so soon). One particular note is that Pluto will want to put Sun under control and Sun will want to rebel, it's a power struggle. I can't count how many times a person who had their Pluto square my Sun openly displayed "joy" or pleasure when I acted meek or obeyed them, then give me the silent treatment when I'm not. If two people can work around that issue then the bond can be very strong and loyal, with unavoidable feeling of possessiveness and jealousy (regardless of the nature of the connection).

Sun square North node synastry

The people who are close to you usually are those who have planets aspecting your Node. The square can feel like the planet person can both be your companion and your enemy on your road to reach your aspirations. The way they act can feel very familiar and comforting, but other times, the Node person feels like they're being challenged and held back by the planet person. This aspect makes me think of "loving family members who don't share similar values with you" kind of dynamic.

I don't know the details of your charts so I can't say it's one-sided or not, but I think it takes more to make a memorable impression, not just by Pluto synastry alone, because Pluto and the Nodes are pretty generational, you're bound to find many other people who will share that synastry with you, but not every single one will stay in your mind like that, right? There could be other aspects that instigate an attraction, and Pluto will amplify that attraction and make it stay longer in your mind.

You said he has Leo sun in 10H, so it's likely he has a Scorpio rising, and that rising is likely to be in your 8H, with his sun likely in your 5H or 4H (which can contribute to the feeling of familiarity). Your description seems more like 12H synastry tbh, especially the dreaming part, you should check if you share any with him.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

how would konig react to reader that cheated…with rando or ghost…(I LIVE FOR ANGST AND CHAOs SRRY)

Anon 😭🥲 You're paying for my therapy ok...?

I don't normally do angst of this level because cheating imagines break my heart. But I guess yandere König is yet again an exception.

TW/CW: EVERYTHING? Seriously, proceed with caution. Heavy angst, murder, suicidal thoughts, broken König

First, there would be total breakdown.

I imagine this kind of scenario would happen when reader has had enough of König's shenanigans and would seek something more normal and sane outside this relationship. Perhaps she finds out she simply can't do this with König anymore, perhaps it was a gradual falling out of love/falling for someone else?

But when she tells him, yeah: mental breakdown. I think this might be one of those few rare things, or the only thing, that would make König cry. But he wouldn't do that in front of reader, no: he would slowly turn to stone as he's being told the news and then he would leave.

Our man would storm out in a silent rage and go somewhere private (his room). His breathing would get out of control, he would pace around and shake from rage, try to cry… but no tears would come. Then he would take his sturdiest knife and punch a wall with it until his hand hurts. He would shout until he barely has a voice left, think about going to the range, think about killing someone, anyone, right this second, not even the one she cheated him with, just the first person he sees in the hall.

A few hot tears would finally come in between the shouting, his knife would be ruined, his fist would be bleeding after he threw the blade away and started punching the wall with his hand instead.

After an hour or so, he would come back and simply ask "Why?" over and over again. He cannot understand why she would throw away the connection that they had. She is the woman who changed his life, she is his everything, they were meant to be.

Then he would leave again, this time to kill whoever reader cheated him with. König would never physically hurt reader, but he would demand to know who the person in question is. She wouldn't get rid of him until he has that information.

Long story short, it would be an absolute shitshow! If and when she broke up with him after that (König would never break up with her, even after she cheated on him), he would eternally yearn for her. She would be the object of his dreams and fantasies, something beautiful and pure and true he had for a while and then lost to someone better. Even killing the man wouldn't help with his pain, because the fact still stands that she wanted someone else than him. Yet again, he wasn't enough.

He would have a lot of suicidal thoughts, and he might voice them to reader (both an actual cry for help and a manipulation tactic to get her back). I think König would be a completely broken man after that, and if reader would want to have anything to do with him, try to continue and mend their relationship, he would be willing to do so... But he would never, ever recover, and his pain and delusions would reach a point where he would want to practically lock her up and tuck her somewhere safe. The tender, gentle aspects of sex would turn into bleak possessiveness, even cruelty, and he might ask reader which positions she and that other man made love, how often, did she like it… And why he wasn't good enough. It would be hell for both of them.

The lack of trust would grow insurmountable and, combined with König's possessiveness (born of deep insecurity), it would be impossible to live a life even remotely close to normal after that.

[cursedvibes]

2024 Fic Review

Tagged by @voxofthevoid thank youu 😊 I'm not gonna get anywhere close to your word count holy shit xD

Statistics

My Top 5 Fics by Hits: (only counting 2024)

Surprisingly enough TakaKen fans even managed to overtake my Yuuji fic here. Then again, TakaKen has more chapters, so that might help.

Build A House From Cinders TakaKen, Kenjaku Survives AU

Eat Your Young Yuuji & Choso, Being Raised By Kenjaku AU

An Old Nightmare Jin-centric, him dealing with memories of being Sukuna's twin (not actually as it turns out, thanks Gege)

Can't Let Go TenKen, Modern/No Powers AU

Out of Touch, Out of my Head TenKen, Tengen notices that she is starting to lose control over her body and soul and asks Kenjaku for help. The resulting discussion leads to the first crack in their relationship.

Very thankful to the handful of TenKen fans who keep reading my very self-indulgent word vomit about Old Person Yuri

My Most Bookmarked Fic:

Eat Your Young

It has Yuuji and Choso in it, probably the most popular characters I ever wrote about, so it's not that surprising.

How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

Officially 73,525, but the unpublished stuff is much higher. Not sure how high, since I don't keep track of what I wrote when and adding it all together would be a hassle. Save to say that I didn't write as much as I wanted to, particularly in the second half of the year, but I'd say it's still a decent number.

Question Stuff

1. What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024?

How much work got in the way of me actually writing anything and then publishing it 🥲 Also that while I lost quite a bit of passion and interest in JJK overall, that doesn't apply to TakaKen and TenKen. They thoroughly keep me engaged. :D

2. What was the most enjoyable to write?

Toss up between Build A House From Cinders and Can't Let Go I'd say. Easy to tell by this also being the fics with the highest word count lol. I think it's especially the domestic (but still somewhat unsettling) aspects in both of them that I love a lot.

3. Which fic is the most underrated?

Any of the TenKen stuff, but the ship is just underrated in general. That's why I appreciate the few people who keep checking out fics. 😊

4. Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened?

in search of connection was originally supposed to be the beginning of a much longer fic spanning basically Kenjaku's whole life. I'll still publish the second half of it as a separate fic though.

5. Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to?

Countless...one part of it is my TakaKen No Powers AU I'm still mulling over. It's coming along, but both ideas I have are not quite finished yet.

6. Any WIPs that never got published?

more like what WIPs did I get published Basically the answer from above. I also wanted to write more about Jin and how him being Sukuna's twin affected his relationship with Kenjaku, but I'm a bit stuck there...

7. Share a snippet from a WIP fic?

Part of the second half of in search of connection that I ended up cutting and is becoming it's own unrelated thing

"Dream On"

Letting go of her and sending her to another relic of the past to keep her safe is not as unimaginable as it used to be, it doesn’t twist their insides as much. All they can think about is that man, lying there on the forest ground, blissfully unaware of the chaos breaking out around him. He is still caught in a dream, relishing in the after effects of their comedy show together. Kenjaku can’t fault him. Not even the blade piercing through their brain can chase away the image of his smile burned in the back of their mind. The thrill making their brain tremble in memory of their souls’ resonance. Takaba Fumihiko has given them joy at the end of their long life they wouldn’t have been able to imagine before. That is enough for them. Enough to be able to embrace death with only a slight twinge of regret and the hollowness of Tengen’s absence not quite as cold anymore. Void surrounds their mind and swallows them up, taking the memories of their final encounter and the loss of their first friend with them.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write?

Can't Let Go I always had a lot of ideas for how Tengen and Kenjaku might interact in a non-jujutsu world. How they might meet, how not knowing each other quite as long might affect them and how there might actually be a chance for them to live relatively conflict-free together. Imagining Tengen as an old shut-in ex-professor was also fun. There was just so much to play around with and a chance to finally have them interact in a non-antagonistic way. Just lots of fun to write.

9. Fic hopes for the New Year?

Write more 🙃 So far my focus is mainly on getting that fic I posted a snippet of above published and at least one of my WIPs for No Powers AU TakaKen as well. We'll see about the rest.

Tagging: @hxhhasmysoul @kaitakushi and anyone else who wants to do it

[nickeverdeen]

Could I request SFW and NSFW headcanons for Glimmer from the first Hunger Games Movie? She was so pretty I got sad when she died 🥲

Glimmer SFW and NSFW hcs

Glimmer knows how to use her charm to her advantage, both in and out of the arena, whether it’s winning allies or disarming potential threats with a smile

She’s meticulous about her looks, seeing her beauty as both a weapon and armor

She spends time perfecting her hair even in stressful situations

Despite her Career mindset, Glimmer has moments of genuine kindness, especially toward those she cares about or people she sees as underdogs

She’s more strategic than people give her credit for, often analyzing situations to figure out the best way to achieve her goals

If she forms a bond with someone, she’s fiercely loyal and protective, even if it puts her at risk

She dreams of a life beyond the Games, one where she can live peacefully and maybe even find love without the Capitol’s interference

Glimmer has a taste for the finer things in life and enjoys indulging in Capitol luxuries like decadent food and extravagant clothing

When she cares about someone, she listens intently, offering support and practical advice

She loves to tease those she’s close to, showing a more lighthearted side when she feels comfortable

Glimmer is a natural leader who doesn’t shy away from taking control when others hesitate

Glimmer is fully aware of her physical appeal and loves teasing her partner, enjoying the power it gives her

She has a dominant streak, often taking the lead, but she keeps it playful rather than overly serious

Glimmer’s kisses are intense and passionate, often leaving her partner breathless and wanting more

She knows how to set the mood with lingering touches, sultry glances, and whispered words

Glimmer loves the build-up, enjoying every moment of foreplay and savoring her partner’s reactions

She’s open to trying new things, as long as there’s trust and mutual interest

She’s not shy about showing off her body, using it to express her confidence and desire

Glimmer enjoys being complimented and thrives on knowing she’s driving her partner wild

When things heat up, Glimmer is all in, bringing a fiery intensity to every encounter

She loves leaving marks, whether it’s playful bites or scratches down her partner’s back

Glimmer loves exploring her partner’s body, taking her time to learn their every sensitive spot

Despite her intensity, she’s attentive afterward, ensuring her partner feels cared for and comfortable

She’s not against a bit of risk, enjoying the idea of sneaking moments of intimacy where they might get caught

Even in the bedroom, Glimmer doesn’t take herself too seriously, making jokes or laughing if something goes awry to keep things light and fun

[thatgirl4815]

Intimacy & Communication (Ep6)

Once again, there’s been a lot of talking, and a lot of talking within said talking, and now all hell has broken loose. Everybody is in shambles. I'm in shambles. We're all in shambles. And it will only get worse from here. 🥲

*Note: Since this meta is slowly becoming a series, you can find the other metas here

SandRay

I suppose we have Boston to thank for Sand and Ray’s communication issues; prior to this episode, I think they’ve maintained a reasonably healthy communication style—even if it was destined to implode at some point with the whole “We say we’re friends but we feel like more than friends.” I think Boston has just sped things along at an uncomfortable rate.

It’s interesting because Sand and Ray’s closeness is solid when they're alone, but the moment their relationship is known, it's immediately thrown into turmoil. It's also upsetting that Sand, someone we know to have a very direct approach to communication (not unlike Ray), is very closed off in Ep6. I'm thinking specifically of the Pool Scene (a label that should not be confused with the KinnPorsche Pool Scene™, whose name shall live in infamy).

It occurred to me while rewatching this scene that this is one of the only, if not the only, time we see Sand and Ray talk about anything but their relationship to each other. They haven't often mentioned the other characters because up to this point, the drama hasn't forced them to.

That fact alone gives this scene a certain chill. There's no sign of their usual flirtiness. And Sand is noticeably resistant to Ray's efforts to straighten things out since the fight with Boston. Sand is lost in his own anger, in feeling used by Ray and unwanted, and that reaction is reflected in every part of this scene. Ray clearly reads between the lines on what Sand says about Mew, and once again wants to speak directly about it. He knows Sand is bothered, even when he says he isn't. Whatever casual "We're just friends" comments Sand used before are clearly not at play anymore. Ray and Sand both know that Sand cares, long before Sand is direct about it--

This scene shows a bit of a flip in terms of how both Ray and Sand respond to each other, specifically when it comes to honesty. Ray is the one who has just blown up in anger, and he's the one lying, calling Sand a whore who only wants his money, who doesn't have honest dreams, etc. But Sand is direct this time. No jokes or flirts. It's an admission that both Sand and Ray have known about, but it's something that Ray needs to hear, because a) he hears it so little in his life and b) because the more lonely he feels, the more reason he has to get in his car and risk himself.

Excited to see where this goes with Sand comparing his relationship with Ray to Ray's relationship with alcohol next ep. In any case, I'm glad Sand is aware of the position that he is in. All of these characters are very cognizant of their situations.

TopMew

Top and Mew pose a stark contrast to SandRay in that they go from seemingly very solid communication and intimacy to very negative. My key takeaway from their plot line this episode is how Mew keeps his anger over Top's infidelity buried until they're in bed together. Which, from an entertainment standpoint, is just glorious. From a communication standpoint, it seems to bring everything full circle.

Sex has caused a lot of tension in Top and Mew's relationship. It's been a power play from Mew when he's withheld it, but last episode we saw that barrier finally break. But Mew takes back control here through the truth, and he effectively turns the tables on Top, calling back to the very thing he had hang ups about in the first place: sex.

We already know how Mew views sex. And we also know that Mew has gradually transformed Top's view of sex as something to build emotional intimacy. So for Top to have hooked up with Boston is like a slap in the face to all of that careful development. When Top had sex with Boston, the act alone seemed to confirm that Mew isn't enough for Top.

It's also worth noting just how quiet Top is in the last scene. He takes the blows, which is a good sign, compared to what we get from Boston. I compare this scene between Top and Mew with the one between Ray and Boston, where Ray admits to knowing about Boston and Top's hookup--Boston gets defensive immediately, rattling off excuses. But Top just takes the hits from Mew.

Top knows he was wrong. Boston knows that others think he's wrong, but I don't think he genuinely thinks there is anything wrong. He knows Mew won't get over it easily because that's just how Mew is--uptight, moralistic. Boston's own morals are incredibly loose, just like his approach to relationships. On the topic of morals, I'd say Boston and Mew's are on opposite sides of the spectrum.

BostonNick

Nick tries time and time again to be someone special to Boston, and time and time again Boston makes it clear that he doesn't care. From Boston telling Nick that he wants to spend time with him before he leaves, to harshly telling his friends that he isn't in a relationship with Nick--right in front of Nick--is just heartbreaking. (Seriously, the scene of Mew kicking Boston into the pool can't come soon enough.)

We get some insights into Boston's upbringing with the introduction of his father, who seems to possess a very similar mindset to Boston's. I could go on a whole other rant about this, but Boston approaches everything loosely because he thinks he won't face pressing consequences. He's going to leave the country, so if he screws some people over and makes some enemies, what's the harm? He'll be gone soon enough anyway.

I could also go on a rant about the glaring hypocrisy of Boston saying he can't be friends with someone who would record him...I go back and forth between thinking he's a cunning manipulator and a stupid college kid. Surely he must see the hypocrisy there...but if he does, he probably doesn't care (as with most things).

I've compared Nick to Sand before, but Nick has been shut down by Boston on countless occasions, and yet he still stays. For Boston, who has proven time and time again that he enjoys manipulating people, ruining relationships, recording his friends, and sleeping around. Nick knows all of this all too well. And yet.

Nick, I'm starting to lose some sympathy for you. Leave. Him.

[slasher-smasher]

Beyond the Bad Room - The Aches We Feel

Overall I am happy with how Cassidy was written but the interaction with HL I struggled lol. I deeply apologize for the flip flopping of POVs near the end. Dialog and getting into character are not my strong suits. Getting better though. :) Hopefully the whiplash isn't to bad.

I also have come to realize that the timeline is super fucked. I was under the impression that his b-day speech took place in Feb on the 22nd. BUT I must of gotten mixed up because it was actually in July lol. oops. Oh well. Thanks @blindmagdalena correcting my misinformation.

This is not beta'd. All mistakes are due to my lack paying attention in school.

THANK YOU TO THE ONES WHO LiKE AND ARE HOPEFULLY ENJOYING MY WRITING!! You guys seriously help my brain and heart.

AO3 for easier reading and for previous chapters.

Warnings: Emotional and physical cheating, emotional manipulation, unprotected p in v sex, really bad smut scenes because the author is a loser who can't write porn 🥲, probably OOC Homelander, possessive behavior, Homelander is his own warning.

Words: 7,119

Chapter Summary: Cassidy thinks about the past year and with her relationship with Ian growing more brittle as days go by her loneliness increases. She misses John terribly and the life he brought into her day with his charming smiles and jokes. She was on the brink of desperation till she learned some shocking news and watched his speech on the television that she finally decides to bite the bullet and go visit him. Even if he still hates her.

Chapter 4

It had been a strange and tumultuous year for Cassidy. After her confrontation with John, she felt like a shell of her former self. The following morning, she woke up feeling drained and dried out from all the tears and breakdowns she had before finally passing out. She couldn't help but cringe at the sight of her broken marble countertop; she knew she needed to control her anger better.

After quickly having the counter repaired in time before Ian came home, she felt like a part of her had been altered or even destroyed. John's departure felt like he had used lasers on her heart to cut himself free. The impact of his leaving was overwhelming and worrisome for Cassidy. She had developed a close bond with John, but his absence shouldn't leave her feeling so empty inside. In an attempt to distract herself, she focused on work and her relationship with Ian now that she had more time without John's frequent visits to her workplace. However, as Ian began leaving for longer periods of time, Cassidy struggled to make their relationship grow. His absence only made her feel more lonely.

She felt awful. Everyone at work carried on with their daily routines, oblivious to her personal struggles. Work was the only stable aspect of her life now. Don't get her wrong, she still enjoyed her job, but she longed for more personal connections. Meeting new people and engaging in conversations was not her strong suit; she often came off as quirky or awkward. It was difficult for her when people tried to get to know her better, especially when she was trying so hard to appear normal and not reveal her true identity as a centenarian supe with PTSD.

She kept reminding herself to ignore the TV during her rounds and not even glance at it. But every time she heard his voice, she couldn't resist taking a peek. She wanted to know how he was coping with everything. He must be struggling with the backlash of being in a relationship with a Nazi. Every time someone asked him the same question over and over, another crack appeared in his façade. Part of her wanted to judge and condemn him for his choices, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. At the end of the day, he was just a man who fell in love with a woman. She believed that John truly thought he could change Karla. He wanted a family so badly that he convinced himself her past and beliefs didn't matter and would do anything to make that dream come true.

It was the later months that were bizarre. Not only was she missing her favorite perfume, but her neighbors were suddenly scarce when they normally would be greeting her with a friendly hello as she runs into them when checking mail or on her way to work in the morning. Now when she does see them, they mutter a quiet greeting not even making eye contact. The only thing that made her brush off her concern was when Ian was home. She didn't understand why he was so busy all the time now but when he did come home she put most of her attention into being with him. Though even when they made love it seemed like he wasn't completely there with her either.

The loneliness was the driving force behind her resorting to self-pleasure. She felt like she was losing her sanity as thoughts and fantasies of John invaded her mind while she touched herself in bed or in the shower. Her craving for intimacy and connection, combined with John's scent she finds herself immersed in all over her bed that she knows she is hallucinating leading to moments of release that end in tears of shame. How could she betray Ian like this, and even worse, use John in such a way when he wanted nothing to do with her? There was no excuse for her actions.

February was the cherry on top of the cake. Every other day, she would find her favorite tea perfectly made and a breakfast bagel waiting for her. And then there were sweet and funny notes tied to roses and sweets left on her desk. Her coworkers thought it was Ian's romantic gestures for Valentine's season, and she blushed at the idea that he was making an effort. But when she saw what was left on her desk on Valentine's Day morning, she realized it wasn't him. While flowers may not be anything special to some on this supposedly most romantic day of the year, these were no ordinary flowers. They were rare and difficult to grow, making them even more meaningful.

Himalayan Blue Poppies

Ian or anyone else could never understand the significance these flowers held for her. Who would have guessed? These were the same flowers her mother used to lovingly tend to when she was a little girl, always saying they reminded her of Cassidy's bright blue eyes. Despite all the hard work it took to make them thrive, it was always worth it when she could place them in her daughter's hair and see her face light up with a smile.

Cassidy felt tears well up in her eyes. Who—

Then the answer struck her like a bolt of lightning.

John.

He was the only one who knew about them. But he was just a child when she first brought them along, and he always thought they were silly to keep around. Why would he leave these here now, especially on Valentine's Day? The small tokens of endearment suddenly took on a new significance as her thoughts raced through possible reasons for his sudden appearance after an entire year of silence, or at least mostly silence. What could he possibly be trying to do?

Abby, the chief nurse, called out from the doorway. "Wow, those flowers are stunning! Bishop, you're a lucky woman. I wish my partner was as romantic as yours."

"Yeah...lucky." Cassidy absentmindedly acknowledged. She was so lost in a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. But there was also a strong feeling that made her cheeks warm. Affection.

A week later Cassidy was at home reading the latest medical journal magazine while Ian was watching the news. Letting out a noise of displeasure as he tossed the remote on the coffee table in front of him after muting the tv.

"I am beyond fed up with this incessant talk about Homelanders damn birthday celebration. It's the same damn thing every freaking year. We're supposed to worship him just because he's a superhuman jerk? Please. Vought is nothing but a corrupt organization, and they let these supes do whatever the hell they want. It's revolting." Ian slammed his hands down on the table in frustration, letting out an exasperated groan.

Cassidy was about to tell him to not take his frustrations out on the furniture even if she agreed about Vought when she saw the headline over the muted news anchor.

"Turn the sound back on Ian." Cassidy quickly closed her magazine, eyes glued to the screen.

"What? Why?" Ian did as he was told and was shocked as the anchors voice revealed that Stormfront has committed suicide.

"Holy fucking balls." Cassidy could only watch as the leaked footage of EMT's were transporting a body bag into the ambulance.

"Maybe it's fake?" Ian asked while fishing out his phone from his pocket.

"They wouldn't fake this. Especially on Jo-Homelanders birthday." Cassidy quickly covered her slip up. She would have thought to feel happiness or excitement over the fact that the bitch is finally dead and gone. But she only felt sadness. Not over Klaras death, bloody hell no. She was thinking about how John is taking the news. Were they still together? He claimed to have loved her so this would be a huge blow. God why can't he just get a break?

Ian left to make a phone call as Cassidy sat there trying to organize her thoughts and conflicted and muddled feelings.

That night as Ian was washing dishes after dinner Cassidy flicked on the tv to show the celebration. She needed to see. Even if he was just acting. She ignored Ian's scoff as she sat down on the couch.

Luckily, she arrived after Supersonic's musical opener. She observed A-Train, clad in a confusing outfit, welcoming the new co-captains to the stage - the fact that there were now two amazed her. Cassidy took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly, hoping for a better view. He seemed fine, smiling a the camera, engaging with Starlight when appropriate. As Starlight wished him a happy birthday and introduced her cause, Cassidy lost interest and focused on John. When an audience member shouted about his Nazi being dead, she witnessed as his composure shattered. He took charge of the stage, venting and boasting about how he is superior in every way.

She sensed his intense fury and his exhaustion with being manipulated through the television screen. This was where he thrived, captivating audiences with his fervor and charm. As far as breakdowns go, this was one of the most contained ones she had seen from him. She couldn't help but feel proud of him. His typical breakdowns often resulted in casualties and destroyed structures.

Ian left for work, claiming to have new information about Karla's death. He seemed ashamed for breaking his promise to stick around he made on their Valentine's date. Cassidy didn't feel as hurt anymore. She smiled, kissed him, and reassured him she wasn't upset. She was going for a run anyway, so it wasn't a problem.

Technically she was planning on going for a run but the idea of visiting John at the tower was incredibly tempting. She needed an explanation for the gifts and flowers. She could at least tell him she was proud of him for standing up for himself.

The lobby of the tower was quiet and deserted, as it was late at night. She scurried across the entrance, her thoughts filled with regret for not planning this better. She cursed herself for being so eager to see him one more time. How was she going to get past security? She couldn't simply walk up and say, "I'm a friend of Homelander's, let me in." She mentally berated herself for her foolishness.

The disinterested looking security guard gave her a blank look as he asked for ID.

Cassidy fumbled with her bag to retrieve the item as she thought of what to say when they asked for her reason to be here, this late at night.

She handed over her card, the guard swiftly sliding it through a scanner.

"Oh. You're on the VIP list Dr. Bishop," The guard read the screen, surprise coloring his voice. "Please use this elevator to head on up. Homelander is on the ninety-ninth floor. Have a nice night." The guard looked slightly less bored as he handed back her ID.

"Uhh, thanks." Cassidy replied as she awkwardly headed to the elevators the guard indicated to.

VIP? John put me on a list? Did he forget to take it off when he left? ,she thought as she pressed the shiny button to the correct floor.

She had enough questions about John to fill several books. This man just might be the death of her.

As she arrived on ninety-nine she once again felt stupid for not asking where his apartment was located. The tower was huge, housing many supes on one floor.

She debated on going back down and asking for clarification but luckily one of Johns teammates walked by as Cassidy peaked around a corner. It was Queen Maeve.

"Umm 'ello? Is it possible for you to show me where Homelanders' apartment is? I am kinda lost in this maze." Cassidy gave Maeve a wobbly smile as she clenched her hands onto the sleeves of her pink oversized sweater. After a moment Cassidy didn't think the woman was going to help her since she just stared. Then Maeve lifted her arm to point to the direction Cassidy needed to go.

Giving her thanks and heading towards that way she heard Maeve mutter "Great. Another Brit." as she walked away.

Another? Well I guess that isn't strange. She meets all sorts of people, she thought as she walked up to huge double doors.

Her heart started to pound as she stopped and stared at the solid wood. She wouldn't be surprised if he could hear it from inside. She rose her fist, raping softly on the door. When she didn't hear anything, she tried again but with more force. Still no answer. Maybe he is still at the celebration? She doubted it, after his outburst but where else would he be?

This would be the time that she should cut her loss and head back home but the burning need for answers and to see him up close after so long was too strong. Steeling herself she tried the door to find it unlocked.

Why would the world's most terrifying supe need to have locked doors?, she mused.

She hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and stepped inside the spacious apartment. The first thing that struck her was the lack of any personal items. There were no family photos, no mementos, no signs of personality at all. It was as if no one lived here — or rather, as if the person who did live here wanted nothing to do with his personal life. The huge room was more like a museum than a home. She didn't understand how a place can have so much in it while still looking painfully sterile.

Cassidy couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she walked through the empty apartment. It made her wonder what kind of life John led when he was alone. Was this what he wanted, or was it just a matter of necessity due to the brand that Vought exerts on its supes?

She couldn't shake the sadness that weighed down her heart. She walked over to the attached balcony that faced the city, hoping to catch a glimpse of the nighttime skyline. Hopefully he would see her when he flew home as she stood there, taking in the twinkling lights below.

Homelander didn't even bother with waiting until the very end of the celebration special when he took off into the sky. He felt like the world was closing in on him after finally letting out all the built up frustration and anger with every fucking thing. He WAS better. He didn't need some fucking corporate prick tell him what to do. He was a god damned gift to earth. They should be bowing down to HIM.

Lost in his own thoughts, Homelander almost didn't notice Ian's car speeding off as if there was an emergency. Homelander flew off to Cassidy's apartment faster. With her being alone, it was the perfect chance for him to "reunite" with her. However, his plan was thwarted when he found out she wasn't there. It annoyed and disappointed him to realize she was absent from the lack of a heartbeat in the apartment.

Where in the fuck could she be this late? She better not be on a stupid fucking run. I swear I'm going to tie her to the god damned bed , he panicked as he flew to her usual place she liked to run.

Not finding her after a quick zip through the park just bolstered him into a borderline hysteria. He hated that he didn't know where she was. She could have been taken and maybe she left the country again.

No. No she wouldn’t do that. Not again. Not to me.

Scenarios ran through his head, getting worse than the last. He flew up to his balcony at Vought Tower ready to tear apart his penthouse with his wrath when he was hit by a scent that always immediately calmed him. It wasn't her usual scent due to him keeping the little bottle safely in a drawer that was right next to his bed but it affected him the same. The revolving supply of panties due to losing her mouthwatering taste and smell helped him get off on nights he couldn't visit.

Homelander whipped his head around the large open area to find her, just to see a balled up pink puff on the large couch in front of his massive tv. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and walked over to her. She lay there, her brown locks spread across her arms that were serving as a makeshift pillow. Her legs were tucked into her oversized sweater, trying to keep warm in the chilly room. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked, like a fluffy little puffball. The cold never bothered him, but he was glad she was cozy and comfortable.

What was she doing here? Not that he was complaining. Something deep inside of him purred at the fact that she felt safe in his home enough that she fell asleep. Was she waiting for him? How long was she here? He wanted to wake her up for answers but he also saw the chance to see her up close and vulnerable.

He removed his gloves and lowered himself quietly beside her. He could hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and feel the soft exhalations brushing against his cheek as she breathed. Her face was so close that he had to resist the urge to kiss her, like a prince waking his princess in a fairytale. He took a moment to study her peaceful expression, imagining what it would be like to have her next to him every night and morning, as his own when they were finally together.

With a deep breath, Homelander reached out and gently brushed the side of her face, his fingers reverberating with the rhythm of her heart. He brushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

He cleared his throat, trying to sound gentle and reassuring as he whispered her name. "Cassidy, wake up kitten..." he said, stroking her hair with his fingers. She was so close to him, her body trembled at the sound of his voice. Her lavender eyes fluttered open, her gaze cloudy and confused.

"John?" she murmured, her voice hoarse and sleepy. “Oh balls. I fell asleep.”

Homelander stood up as she took her legs out of her cocoon and sat up straight on the couch. Her face dusted with a light blush as she combed her wild hair in embarrassment.

"I didn't mean to. I was planning on waiting for you till you got home but I guess I was more tired than I thought." She explained as nervously glanced at his face to see how upset he was but was relieved to see a small smile on his face.

What she didn't mention was the scent of him when she sat down felt like felt like it pulled all the exhaustion from stress and the past months to the surface and she couldn't help but rest her head on the plush arm of the couch. She was out like a light.

Homelander settled onto the couch, as Cassidy fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, gathering the courage to bring up the argument they had. But before she could speak, Homelander let out a heavy sigh.

"It's okay, Kitten," he said softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her blush darkening from the pet name. "I really missed you." His voice was filled with an tenderness that made Cassidy's heart flutter.

As she looked into his piercing blue eyes, Cassidy felt a rush of emotions swirling inside her. She knew they needed to talk about what had happened between them, about the hurtful words that had been exchanged. But right now, in this quiet moment with him, all she wanted was to bask in his presence and forget about their troubles.

Homelander sensed the turmoil in Cassidy's eyes and decided to steer the conversation away from what he knew she wanted to have.

"You know, my life is really going to shit lately," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

Cassidy's brows furrowed in surprise. She hadn't expected him to open up so easily. "What do you mean?" she asked softly, curiosity lacing her words.

Homelander ran a hand through his hair, looking out into the dimly lit room. "Everything feels like it's falling apart. The pressure from Vought, the public scrutiny...it's suffocating." He turned to her, his gaze searching hers for understanding.

"I saw your speech," Cassidy said while turning her body to face him. "I was pretty impressed that you didn’t burn the whole building down.”

Homelander let out a hollow chuckle at her attempt to lighten the mood. "I thought about it," he admitted with a wry smile, but his expression quickly turned serious again.  "Sometimes...sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet on strings, dancing to Vought's tune. And no matter what I do, it's never enough. Then when I actually do something, I am persecuted for it."

He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, there will always be those who fear me, who want to tear me down. It's like I'm constantly fighting against the world." Tears welled up in Homelander's eyes, his facade of invincibility crumbling before Cassidy's eyes.

She reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm, her touch gentle and reassuring. "I can't even imagine how difficult that must be for you," she said softly, her heart aching for the turmoil he was going through.

They sat in silence for a moment until Cassidy slid the hand that was on his arm down and turned his hand so she could settle her palm against his warm one. She looked into his eyes as she took a deep breath.

Cassidy didn't want to argue again, so she carefully chose her words. "I'm not sorry she's gone, but I am sorry for the hurt it caused you." Her hand was held tight by his as he gave a comforting squeeze, understanding exactly who she was referring to.

Her voice trembles with emotion as she reaches out to touch his face, her unwavering gaze burning into his soul. "You are not alone, John," she whispers fiercely. "I know you're incredibly strong, and I'm not drawn to you because you're broken. I am here because I care for you in a way that I have never cared for anyone else before. This past year without you has been god awful and difficult."

He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss against her knuckles, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and longing. "It’s always been you Cassidy," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I missed you so much too. Everyone who claims to love me always come with ulterior fucking motives but not you.”

Cassidy's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of his lips on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She gazed at him, her heart overflowing with a newfound sense of closeness and understanding. In that moment, all the tension and uncertainty that had clouded their relationship seemed to dissipate, leaving behind only a deep connection that bound them together.

Their eyes locked in an unspoken agreement, a silent promise of mutual support and comfort. Cassidy could feel a whirlwind of conflicting feelings churning within her—loyalty to Ian, affection for John, and the overwhelming fear of making a choice that would shatter someone's heart. As they sat there, hands intertwined, a sense of peace washed over her, a sense of belonging that she had been missing for so long.

Without breaking eye contact, Homelander reached out to cup Cassidy's face in his hands, his touch gentle yet possessive. His thumb traced her cheekbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Cassidy closed her eyes at the sensation, almost letting herself surrender to the moment but there was one thing that she needed an answer to before she destroyed the trust in a good man who she thought held her heart.

“How did you know those flowers were my favorite?” She asked as she opened her eyes and furrowed her brows.

Homelander blinked in surprise at the sudden and unexpected question. He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of it before realizing what she was asking. Without hesitation, he pulled her onto his lap, not wanting to stay in the uncomfortable position they were in. His hands returned to her face which had now turned pink and heated.

“You kept bringing them in for months. The same flower every time. I wasn’t exactly sure they were your favorite but I knew you really liked them.” Homelander gave her a hesitant smile. Worried that he got it wrong and the flowers were a mistake.

“They are. My favorite, I mean. My mum used to grow them and they remind me of her.” Cassidy reassured him with a smile of her own. She never talked about her mother before. “I’ll tell you more about her later. Thank you and I loved them”

Homelander's eyes softened at the knowledge that his small gesture had meant so much to her. "I'm glad," was all he said, feeling a sense of pride.

Reaching up, she gently placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning her face towards his. Their eyes locked in a passionate embrace, his gaze never leaving hers. He could feel her breath on his lips, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. Taking a deep breath, he closed the gap between them, their lips finally meeting in a tender, exploratory kiss.

As their lips touched, Cassidy felt a surge of electricity course through her entire body, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her hands gripped his suit, pulling him closer to her as their tongues danced and explored each other's mouths. He could taste the peaches that she had earlier, and it only added to the passion that was rapidly building between them.

The months of lack of touch made her desperate for his growing passion. She felt his hands slide down her neck and shoulders to find their way under her sweater and top to feel the warm flesh of her sides.

Cassidy let out a small sound of pleasure as his hands explored her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. He responded by sliding his hands over her waist, feeling the curve of her hips and the softness of her stomach before reaching around to unclasp her bra, loosening their binding.

His fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her back, making her shiver once again. He gently cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her. Homelander couldn't believe how much he had yearned for this moment, and now that it was happening, he knew it was everything he had been dreaming of and more.

Cassidy leaned in to place suckling kisses along his neck as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a deep groan as she pressed against his growing arousal through their clothes. Despite the layers of fabric between them, it was an incredible feeling.

“F-fuck, I can smell you. So fucking soaked.” He commented through clenched teeth.

Cassidy flushed at the sudden vulgarity that seeped into his voice, feeling a wave of arousal crash over her. He was right, she was drenched, her core tightening in anticipation of the pleasure that was to come. She pulled back enough to look into his eyes, just pools of black with thin blue rings around them.

"I want to feel you," she whispered, her voice barely audible under heavy breaths. Her hands tugged at the opening of the top of his suit.

Homelander felt a surge of anxiety, his heart racing faster than it had in years. “W-wait, Kitten,” he managed to gasp out, his voice shaky. “I… I don’t really… I’m not like…”

Cassidy paused, her hand still clutching the fabric. She cupped his face with the other, making him look at her while she tried to sound heartfelt as she could, “ John, I know. It doesn’t take away how attracted I am to you. You’re perfect. I want to feel the real you.”

She leans forward to place soft kisses on his forehead and cheeks then parting with a quick but deep kiss before pulling away. Watching as his throat bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat at the affectionate actions. He still felt a little insecure but he trusted her. She wouldn’t laugh or mock him. He hated that he didn’t look like what the suit displays to people.

Nodding his consent, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the moment of truth. With a swift motion, she pulled the suit apart, revealing his true form beneath. He shut his eyes and tensed as she dragged the clothing off his shoulders and he pulled his arms out of their protective layer. He hated feeling vulnerable. He basically lived in that suit. Never taking it off during his past relationships, even during sex. They didn’t mind or seem to care. But those women weren’t Cassidy. This wasn’t some fuck to take the edge off. She wanted the real him. She wanted him and not the propaganda Vought loved to showcase and drag around on a leash.

As the suit fell away, revealing the powerful and yet plain figure beneath, Homelander felt a mix of emotions. Fear, anxiety, and yet an odd sense of liberation. Cassidy’s touch was all he needed to ease those fears, her warm fingers gently caressing his skin as if she had been doing this for years.

She slowly traced the lines of his torso, brushing against the hair. As she moved her hands, she felt the beating of his rapidly pulsating heart. His chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths, a stark contrast to the pristine, perfection he presented to the world.

Cassidy leaned in, inhaling the unique, musky scent of his skin, a smell that was all John. She could have sworn she heard his heart synchronizing with hers, matching her own heartbeat. With a tender smile, she met his gaze, a silent promise that she would never let him feel insecure or alone.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, reaching up to caress his face with both hands. "And you're mine."

Homelander couldn't believe what he was hearing. The words he had always longed to hear, but never expected to hear from someone.

She quickly pulled her own sweater and top over her head and tossed it to the side. He watched, transfixed, as she shrugged off her bra, revealing a breathtaking sight. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, with dangerous curves that spoke of passion and desire. His hand trembled slightly as it reached up to cup them, pinching the pink nubs.

He leaned forward and took one of Cassidy's nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling, eliciting a soft moan from her. Her hips bucked under him, her body arching in response to his touch. Her palm traced down his back, feeling his strength practically vibrate under his hot skin.

Cassidy broke the connection, her breath coming in short gasps. Immediately surging forward to bring their lips together in a fiery kiss. Both of them let out sounds of pleasure as they worked on unbuttoning and unbuckling each other's pants. Slowly, Homelander slid his hand into Cassidy's jeans and felt the wetness that had been driving him insane ever since he had first smelled her all those months ago.

Cassidy moaned softly into his mouth, breaking the kiss to whisper, "I need you, John. Please."

With urgency, they quickly stood up, he removed his pants and boots and she slipped off her own, stepping out of them and into his comforting embrace. Cassidy ran her fingers through Homelander's hair, pulling his head down to meet her lips again in a passionate, fervent kiss. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive against his skin. She couldn’t get enough.

Homelander picked Cassidy up, cradling her in his strong arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, their bodies fusing together as one. He carried her to his bedroom with a gentle ease, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The room was dim, lit only by a few lights casting shadows on the walls.

He laid her down gently, her body pressed against the cool fabric, her skin glowing in the low light. He looked into her eyes, filled with love and desire. Her bruised lips were parted, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. With a soft growl, he reached out, his hands tracing the curve of her hips and the soft skin of her stomach. His fingers danced lower, teasing and prodding until he found the wet heat he craved.

Cassidy's hips bucked at his touch, having to grasp his wrist to stop him from teasing her further. The emptiness became painful as she whined and pleaded for him to be inside her. He sucked in a breath as he took in the desperation in her face. As much as he wanted to bring her over the edge repeatedly with his mouth, his aching cock was getting hard to ignore. They had the rest of their lives to explore.

Nodding, their bodies melted into each other, his rock-hard cock pressed against her wet pussy, seeking entrance. They kissed feverishly, tongues entwining and exploring each other's mouths as their hands roamed and touched every inch of skin that was exposed. Guiding his erection to her entrance and slowly, deliberately pushing inside her. They gasped at the sensation, her warm muscles clenched around him, pulling him deeper. He thrusted into her, again and again, each stroke more powerful than the last.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, their bodies fused together in this intimate connection. Their moans and gasps filled the room, mingling with the sound of their skin slapping together. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his shaft, setting a rhythm that had them both on the edge of ecstasy. She met each thrust with her own, her hips moving in perfect harmony with his, their bodies undulating in a dance of passion and desire.

Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their bodies generating intense heat, her skin glistening in the low light. He watched her face as she peaked, her eyes rolling back in her head, his name reverberating throughout his large penthouse. Her body convulsed under his, milked him for every ounce of pleasure he had to give. And then, with one final thrust, he tucked his head into her neck as he felt the wave of his own release, his cock twitching as he spilled his seed deep inside her fluttering pussy.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent, their bodies still joined together. For a moment, they just laid there, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Cassidy's fingers traced patterns on Homelander's back, her eyes locked onto his, filled with love and gratitude.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable.

Homelander swallowed hard, his throat feeling raw from the emotion. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, and whispered back, "I love you too. So fucking much."

They laid there occasionally exchanging kisses and I love yous, enjoying each other's company. Cassidy had her head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart and basking in the heat that he seems to constantly generate. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she debated if bringing up something was worth disrupting their cozy moment.

“I know you were there during my run after Thanksgiving. I saw you with those two guys in the tunnel.” she heard him inhale sharply and pause his trailing up and down on her back. He didn’t say anything as she lifted her head to rest her chin on his sternum as she looked at him.

“I want to thank you. Even though I could have taken care of myself.”

“Then why didn’t you stay?” He asked as he resumed his caress. Relaxing when she didn’t seem upset with him.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me and were just doing your rounds. I left right when the second guy started to run. Didn’t know if you knew I was there and messed up your night.” She gave him a sheepish smile and brushed back his hair from his eyes while stretching to press a kiss to his lips.

She would never admit to him that his display of strength and savagery made her come hard in the shower when she got home. His ego is big enough thank you very much. That, and she shouldn’t have been turned on by someone’s death in the first place. Some doctor she was.

"I will always keep you safe. Everyone else can go to hell. You are my main concern, above everything and everyone else. Do you understand? I would destroy the entire world if it meant saving you." He gently traced her cheekbone with his thumb while holding her face in his hand. His eyes were filled with a fierce devotion and unwavering seriousness.

His confession should have made her worry and be a bit unnerved with how possessive he was but instead it made her blood heat with the feeling of being needed so completely. All she could do was nod and sit up to throw her leg over him to straddle his hips. The fire that he lit with his words reigniting her passion and his touch on her hyper-sensitive skin shot tingles throughout her body.

They made love again, lost in each other till the sky started to lighten around the horizon as morning approached. They separated while panting hard from the intense activity. Cassidy felt boneless and high off of endorphins and oxytocin. When she finally noticed the sun rising she shot up to look at the clock on his nightstand that read seven o’clock in bright red numbers.

“Oh fucking balls! It’s morning already?! Oh God. I need to get home. Fuck, fuck, fuck." she panicked as she shot out of the bed to gather her clothes then remembering they were by the couch in the living room. Not even bothering with becoming embarrassed with her nudity she ran into the living room and started to haphazardly throw on her things.

Arms suddenly circled around her to stop her jerky movements, “Hey, heeey. Where’s the fire? Why do you need to rush home so quickly? I thought we were having a great time! What did I do wrong? Don’t you wanna stay?” Homelander’s tone held a bit of hurt and sadness as he pulled Cassidy into his naked body. “Don’t you wanna stay with me?”

The pain in his voice made Cassidy drop her shirt as she quickly turned around in his arms, “Oh baby, I do,” she kissed him deeply while cradling his face, “ You didn’t do anything wrong love! I really want to stay in bed with you all day, John. That sounds so bloody fantastic but I can’t.”

She saw the disappointment in his eyes before he started to close off as he loosened his arms around her which made her hold onto him tighter.

“I promise I’ll be back later today! I just need to—”

Homelanders' hard tone cut her off, “Go back to Ian huh? I see. Get your jollies off with me then crawl back to the Chip Berlet wanna be. Fucking typical. I can’t believe I fell for it when you said you loved me. If you did, you wouldn’t—” It was her turn to shut him up by yanking his head down into a heated kiss before separating.

“No! No, you don’t get to throw your tantrum and say hurtful things to me. I was going to say I need to go to work since I am on duty today and need to change my clothes before you automatically assumed. You overgrown prat of a man. How could you think that I would just come here for a fuck? I absolutely love you John.” she panted in anger as she held his watery gaze as tears gathered in his eyes.

“Yeah, but you are still with him. You’re mine Cassidy. Utterly and completely mine . I don’t share with others Kitten.” Homelander growled as he retightened his arms around her in possessiveness.

“I will talk and end things with him when I see him tonight. I promise. Just please trust me. I have never lied to you. I can’t be in a relationship with you if you don’t trust me John. I would never hurt you on purpose.” she pleaded as she soothed his hair back and tucked her head under his chin. “Please.”

Homelander tightened his lips in displeasure but gave her a small sad nod as she pulled away to wipe away the moisture before they fell. She maneuvered him into their special hug. He took deep lungfuls of her scent to calm down when he pressed his face into the crook of her neck.

When she managed to have him let her go, she pressed soft kisses over his face after each article of clothing was put on, then she kissed him one last time after promising again to come back after work then left.

Homelander felt a little better knowing she wasn’t going back to Ian but was still upset that she wasn’t here with him. He was looking forward to spending the day with her. Watching movies and cuddling on the couch. He wanted her to be there when he turned on the news to see what people thought of his speech last night. He probably tanked in even more points. He was just so fucking pissed and done with everything.

Not giving a damn about his nakedness he slumped on the couch where her clothes were piled and turned on the tv to wallow in his self-pity.

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Hey could you do a vampire Rebel x F!Reader but in TMNT Street Punks and with prompts and can you do it a lemon

89. Mating season 58. Turtle bedroom 32. “Do you trust me?” 74. “Just relax.” 142. “Bite me.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

Everyone mentioned is 18+// 18 content ahead.. THIS WAS WRITTEN BY AN ADULT FOR ADULTS! youve been warned ⚠️

Prompts(c) @turtle-babe83

🥲😩😓😖😣😞😟😵.... these are all my moods trying to write nowadays; sorry if this seems rushed

a/n: pwp, no real story behind this...

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He doesn't know how or when, but Rebel had been feeling... territorial when it comes to you. And his need for you became stronger... not just for your blood, but for YOU

“MINE.”

He'd repeat that over and over to himself when he sees anyone come near you, or are in the same proximity as you... He will make you his...

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"Are you sure about this? ....Do you trust me?”

“Just relax.” You assured him. This was something you wanted for a while now. You wanted to become a vampire like Rebel. And it's not like you'd have anyone to miss you, anyway. You turned your head to the side, exposing your neck.

“Bite me.”

He stared at your neck, feeling his fangs ache... as well as his arousal. He dreamed of having you like this, but it was all the more sweeter to give yourself up to him like this.

"Please...~"

He was silent for a moment. Then he nodded and small smiled a smirk at you. "Alright... I'll try not to hurt you..." He towered over you, his face leaning into your neck, breathing in your scent. Then he teased you there with small kisses and licks, distracting you from the pain. His fangs sunk into your flesh, and hearing your cries and moans of pleasure, on top of tasting your warm blood flow over his tongue, he felt like he was in ecstasy.

Your hands held onto his shoulders and his forearms as he was draining you of your lifeforce.... but did it feel so good. Your eyes soon grew heavy, your breathing becoming shallow. When he felt your strength start to wane, he stopped feasting on you and licked your puncture wounds.

"...Rebel... I feel.. so weird... So tired..."

"It's okay... Just close your eyes, y/n. You can rest for now..."

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And that's how you found yourself in this predicament: stuck in Rebel's room, horny asf.... wanting to make you his in everyway. But you'd be lying if you said this didn't turn you on. Feeling him touch you with his mouth and hands sent shivers through your body. You softly moaned in pleasure as your new vampire body responded strongly to him.

"Rebel...~"

"It's okay, baby..."

His voice purred seductuvely as his tongue then started to tease your sensitive areas. He gives your nipples attention and makes his way down. In his arms he felt you shiver and tremble from it all. He whispered...

“Lay back and let me take care of you.”

You gladly laid back on his bed, having him settle in between your legs. His gold and green eyes sparkled darkly with a lustful desire. It made your lower belly hot, and you could feel yourself get wet. He knew it, too.

Taking his time he stripped you, and himself, of your clothing. He admired your body for a bit, tasting your skin and your wetness. Your body and hips jerked, earning a toothy smirk from him. He then positioned you, pushing your legs back so he could see you... dripping for him.

Rebel pushed himself inside you, and once he was fully sheathed that's when he lost control. You felt too good around him. His thrusts rocked you and the bed. And he didn't care about any noise that anyone would hear. You were his and the whole world was going to know...

The speed and pacing of his thrusts caused moans and gasps for breath to escape. You were tossed and drowned in the deep depths of unadulterated pleasure, for sure. Your mind was turning to mush as he pounded into you. When he grabbed your hips and angled you to pound you deeper, you let a string of curses and unknown lewd noises. You screamed your lungs out with each movement as he hit every spot that made you feel this way.

.....

You lost count of how many times you came, but your mind was a blank puddle of mush and your body was filled with his seed, even though most of it gushed out of you after he pulled out. Both of you were a sweating, panting mess. You're unsure of how long this went on, but it must've been daylight, according to the hustle and bustle of the city life above ground.

"That... was... wow..~" you panted, trying to calm yourself. A small chuckle left you. He gave you a chuckle back, rolling over so you were laying on his plastron. You looked into those eyes of his... seeing an unsatisfied hunger swirling in them.

"Yeah..." He nuzzled into your neck, rubbing his snoot against your sensitive skin. And even though he finished, he wanted you again.

...He'd always hunger for you, for now and ever.

[invece-sto-sdraiato]

Rant about everybody’s waiting (and some general fandom stuff) cause I finally found words to my feelings:

tw// mental health struggles, anxiety (can you notice that I’ve never done this before 🥲)

Yes, okay at first I was skeptical about the song. Reasons? I’m not entirely sure (yet) but once I heard the whole thing, I was like, “ok, not as bad as I thought, kinda my taste but will take time to grow on me…” by now I can definitely say that it’s super experimental and brave of them to do something like this, so props to that! I think the second half of the song is what really convinced me.

Lyrics-wise? As much as I understood the meaning, the importance they held for bojan, I didn’t see myself actually “getting” them, if you get what I mean. I didn’t understand what they even meant, at first. (well, I couldn’t hear some words in the song properly)

But now these-

What a wonderful life, panicking

A perfect time to get lost in deep, unoriginal line

There’s nothing left, just flight or die

Lonesome and run down

Can’t tell the sky from the ground

Turning around

Okay now… this hit me straight in the gut. (not sure if these are accurate, feel free to correct me) This… doesn’t exactly explain my feelings, but they sure do come pretty close. This made me realise certain things about my personality which I never thought about before. I was never the “take it easy” type and these words…somehow remind me to slow down sometimes… (I’m just rambling here atp)

I’ve always, ALWAYS been a nervous wreck, since maybe I was ten? And I’ve always gotten anxious about so many things (whether they’re in my control or not) for so long, that I just thought it was human nature to feel so much, and I thought everyone else was just better at handling it than me. I’ve never thought to label it or even address it, cause it was so ingrained in my unconscious, to know that it isn’t normal.

So, seeing how important it is that bojan is addressing this issue is not only a big deal for Slovenia, it is for me too. Joining this fandom, I see so many of you being so open, so vocal about things I generally would’ve never dreamed of admitting (it also does NOT help, the fact that I’m from an extremely conservative country 🥲)

The first time I ever felt accepted, or seen was here. People in my life till this point, have shared similar opinions with me, but no one actually got to know me, the real me because there was always that disconnect that somehow made me distance myself from them. Obviously this is all online and I don’t know any of you personally, but y’alls sheer honesty just makes me go waaaahhh (the only word I can think of rn)

And I think, the real therapy for me was talking to @da-proti-toku-grem and @paperphilia thank you so much for your kindness and acceptance. It means the world to me 🥹

(especially the fact that @paperphilia you asked me “are you ok?” after seeing my rant about the jance photo shoot. That is something I will not forget for a long long time.

And maca, obviously our long conversations will always have a special place in my heart (love you!)

Huh, okay this is getting too long. Anyways whomever of the baby boos reads this, just thank you so much for being there, a part of the reason why I’m happier now. This song ended up being therapeutic for me, who would’ve foreseen that lol.