#HARD FOR THESE TWO UNF

[blubberprincess]

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[avocado-writing]

good boy

notes: my mate M put this idea in my head. this is her fault. pairing: gale x f!reader (sub!gale, dom!reader; praise kink; mummy kink)

rating: E

Gale has been dealt an unnecessarily unfair hand in the card game of life, you think. 

Having a tumultuous relationship with a goddess is one thing, getting a bloody magic bomb sealed into your chest is quite another. And all on top of being infected with that damned tadpole?

Well. Those sorts of things can really grind a man’s self esteem down. 

You can see that he tries to paint over it with his erudite speech, using fifteen words where he could use one to trick his listener into believing he holds a sense of grandeur about himself—but you know how to look for the subtler signs. The way he casts his eyes down whenever you give him a fond word, flinching ever so slightly when someone reaches out to touch him in kindness. 

Deep down, the man does not believe he deserves to be treated well. 

You are trying to correct that in every way you know how. 

“That’s it… aren’t you gorgeous, Gale? Such a good boy for me…”

“Unf… I…”

You can tell he’s trying to think of something clever or witty to say. From where you ride him, you press a finger down onto his lips to corral him to silence. It works, and as his mouth slips open you let your thumb slide against his tongue so he can suck it. 

Gods he is gorgeous. Chestnut, silver-streaked hair fanned out like a halo against the velvet of his pillows, a soft sheen of sweat dripping down him to give away the rigour you’ve been putting his body through. You made a point to apply your reddest lipstick so you could leave a trail of your adoration on him. Marks are pressed along his jawbone, down his neck, across his collarbone and chest; he is a masterpiece of debauchery. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, Gale. So beautiful all the time, dancing across the battlefield while you weave your magic… such clever hands, darling, so lovely…”

Those hands are currently settled on your hips, holding you tightly as you fuck him. With each word of praise you feel his cock twitch inside you. It’s nice to know what you can do to him, how wild you can drive him. As wild as he drives you. 

A grind down of your pelvis, pressing your clit into the rough hair at the base of him and grinning as he moans. 

“Tell me you’re my good boy, Gale. I want to hear it from your pretty mouth.”

What happens next is in a tumble of words, so fast you don’t properly catch it for a moment. 

“I’m—fuck—I’m your good boy, mummy!”

He freezes. You pause in your riding. His eyes snap open from where they were squeezed shut in rapture. The flush of pink across his skin is now no longer from lust, but shame, and he realises he has made a mistake in voicing that out loud. 

“Gods. My deepest apologies, I never… didn’t mean to… we should have discussed this first, beforehand, I’m utterly horrified that… I’m sorry—!”

You reach down and silence his panic with a long, tender kiss, rolling your tongue across his. When you pull back, he’s returned to looking blissed-out rather than concerned. 

“‘Mummy’, is it?” you ask, mouth ticking upwards into a rather pleased smirk. “Well, darling boy. Mummy is very glad you know how good you are. How handsome and clever and wonderful.”

“Oh…” he whimpers, actually whimpers, and you know he won’t last long like this. You go back to riding him in earnest, fucking him until all he can do is gasp, and press one of your hands down across that mark on his chest, obscuring it beneath your touch. 

He is not Mystra’s. He is yours. 

“Come for mummy, you beautiful boy.”

Gale comes so hard you’re worried that he passes out for a second. His hips stutter beneath yours as hot jets fill you up, bringing you over the edge with him, the cocktail of the two of you leaking back down his length obscenely. 

He falls back and tries to catch his breath as you slowly pull off of him, grabbing the wet cloth you brought bedside earlier and gently wiping him down. The coolness makes him sigh in delight and he nuzzles into your touch, gulping down water gratefully when you bring a cup to his lips. 

“Are you alright, my love?” you ask gently, the rougher edge of your voice gone, giving away to something soft and caring. He nods and meets your eyes with his warm, adoring gaze. 

“Yes, my heart. Better than ever. And… I really didn’t mean to… I know we were swept up in the moment but if you’re not comfortable with it then you absolutely never have to…”

Another kiss. Less dominant, more reassuring. He hums delightedly into this one. 

“Whatever you need me to give you, my love,” you tell him. He melts into your arms, safe and loved. 

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

heyy!! i wanted to request if you can write ethan landry with a breeding kink, thanks!! :))

Hiiiii! This one is a little shorter than my usual stuff. I've never written this kink before, so I'm trying to get the feel for it. I hope you like it! :)

Breed - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT- Minors DNI

Summary: Ethan wants to try out his newest kink.

A/N: Sorry this is a short one🙃

You and Ethan were very open with each other, especially when it comes to kinks. Sex was always amazing with him, but when you try something that’s been floating around in his head, it gets even better. The way he acts it almost animalistic, and when you agreed to let him cum in you after he brought up the breeding kink, you saw a new fire in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

He had your face shoved into the comforter as he pounded into you from behind. The sounds of his hips slapping into the flesh of your ass and his cock in your dripping core echoed off the walls. The grunts leaving his mouth, and your moans that were muffled by his bed made your head spin. You reached a hand down to rub your clit as he fucked into you harder. The grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises.

“You going to take all my cum baby?” he asked, as he slapped your ass.

“Yes..unf…please,” you choked out, the feeling of your impending orgasm making your legs shake.

“You’re going to look so beautiful with that big round belly, and everyone’s going to know that I fucked that baby into you,” he growled, “Everyone’s going to know that you’re my little cum slut.”

“Yes..baby…fuck,” you said between moans.

“I’m going to cum so much that it’ll drip out of this perfect pussy for days.”

His words sent you over the edge as you clenched hard around him. You saw stars as he slammed into your g-spot over and over again.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out, and his hips started to speed up even faster. You knew he was close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna breed you, baby,” he said, his hips faltering as he came.

When he pulled out, he noticed some of his cum slipping out of you. You sighed in pleasure as he took two fingers, scooping the cum that leaked from your pussy, and shoved it back inside of you.

After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers out.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he praised, looking over your fucked-out appearance.

[mykoreanlove]

KEEP ME UP

Hyunjin was needy – for you.

You had been distant the last couple weeks which did not go unnoticed by your boyfriend. Even though he pretended like he didn’t notice, he did. It got to his head, the worries about you occupying his every thought.

Were your feelings gone? Was there someone else? Did you not love him anymore? He overanalyzed your every move, feeling progressively worse.

He did not want to talk about it, he couldn’t. If he talked about it, it became real. Instead, he got clingier, more possessive, and territorial over you.

His love language had always been physical touch. Fucking you, dominating you, making love to you were his ways of adoring you. You two always connected physically, writing confessions with your bodies instead.

He sucked at communicating, he was very aware of that. But as long as he was able to get you into his bed, he was sure you were still his. In those moments, you were his.

Like right now.

You were laying on your tummy, completely naked, facing down. Hyunjin sat on the back of your thighs admiring the view, his view.

He was captivated by the shape of your plump ass, the small of your back and your hair spread angelically over your shoulders. He had been your boyfriend for quite a while, but it still hit him every time he saw you like this – you were his.

You didn’t see him smile, but he did. Oh, so proudly, smirking at the fondness he had for you. He started massaging your back before he slid his big hand into your pussy. He felt his cock twitching, he had been hard ever since he kissed you hello. Your warm, wet pussy made it impossible for him to concentrate, but he tried, eager to please you. He heard you whimper under his touch, he quickened his pace and penetrated you with his long fingers. With a swift movement he took out his hand and filled you up instead – his fully erected cock now in your delicious, little pussy.

You moaned due to the new sensations and arched your back. Hyunjin held still, giving you time to adjust to him. He leaned over and put sweet, little kisses all over your back until he was met with your flushed face. You looked at him adoringly, spaced out already.

“Kiss me”, you mumbled, and he complied hastily. “Yes, princess”, he parted your lips with his tongue and kissed you tenderly. By now he was thrusting his hips, fucking you softly from behind. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, too overwhelmed by the sensations. You heard him mumble how much he loved you under his breath, asking if you loved him as well, being unable to wait for the answer as he was about to explode inside of you.

“Tell me, baby”, you heard him plea into your ear, “tell me I’m the one for you. Please”. And you did, telling him just that which made him cum instantly. You both laid there, out of breath, chests heaving heavily, too exhausted to speak.

That wasn’t enough though. He heard you clearly, he heard you say you loved him but that wasn’t enough. The hunger in Hyunjin was still alive, he felt unfed, he needed more. He needed you.

He looked at you with his piercing dark eyes, making you feel things in the depth of your core. “Spread your legs”, his tone now heated. Your eyes widened, legs automatically spreading. You saw him smirk, his eyes observing every inch of your sweaty body. He positioned himself between your legs, holding them apart forcefully. You hissed as his pink tongue went straight for your sensitive clit, making you grab fistfuls of his black hair.

“Jinnie…”, you arched your back, trying to press your legs together, already shaking from the stimulation. “Jinnie-”, growing more desperate by the second, your head clouded, so close to finding release. Hyunjin looked up from between your legs, his glistening chin covered in your juices. His eyes sparkled; you could tell he was overly emotional.

“Did I allow you to cum?”, he asked arrogantly. You looked at him, silence filled the dark-lit bedroom. “Answer me”, he slapped your pussy a few times as he repeated his question: “Did I allow you to cum?”

You breathed heavily; it took all your willpower not to cum all over him right now. “Sorry”, you whispered. “Sorry, for what?”, he was agitated, you could tell. “Sorry, I almost came without your permission. I won’t do that again.”

He scoffed: “Hell, you won’t” and with that he buried his pretty face deep into your warm pussy – again and again. He was torturing you and he knew it. Driving you close to the edge, stopping, starting over, leaving you a breathless mess in front of him.

You were frustrated, he was the one controlling you and you were sick of obeying. He chuckled at your resentful pout: “Is my princess getting impatient?”

You tugged his hair harder. “Say it”, he looked at you intensely. You already knew where this was headed, you felt his neediness oozing all over you. As you didn’t respond he started to impulsively lick your pussy again, you felt your stomach tighten for the hundredth time that night and grasped the linen sheets on his bed.

He stopped again: “Say it, princess”, his tone cold and reserved. You sighed in desperation, not wanting to give in. He licked faster, pressing on your clit with force which almost made you see stars. “Don’t make me bad, baby. Say it.”

“Fine!”, you exclaimed. “I love you, Hwang Hyunjin. I love your psycho ass.” Hearing that made him beam all over with happiness, finally giving you what you want. You came hard, all over him, repeatedly, which he thankfully appreciated by drinking you up and licking you clean. His fingers were covered in your juices, he placed his index finger into your mouth and made you suck on it. “See how delicious you taste, princess”. He eyed you cautiously, wary of your every move. “Good girl”, he whispered before kissing you.

You rolled your eyes at him, clearly pissed off by his manipulative actions. Seeing you do that did not sit right with him – who were you rolling your eyes at? Being bratty was his job, not yours. And he made sure you knew that.

Shortly after, you felt like you had lost consciousness. You felt dizzy, drowsy even. You had to be hallucinating. There was no way this was happening, again. You had to be dreaming you were sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, riding him while facing him directly.

Your body hurt, sore from all the pleasure it had received in the last hours. But you couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, could he? Hyunjin guided you, moving your hips to the rhythm of his own. He kissed your chest, lowered his head to be face to face with your breasts. You felt his slick tongue circling around your nipples, hardening them in seconds. You moaned his name, pressing him closer to you. His hands travelled down your body finding your delicate nerve bundle once again. You were about to cry, tears in the corners of your eyes, shaking your head. The overstimulation was too much, he was too much.

“Ooohh baby, won’t you take another one? I know you can”, he cooed in your ear. You shook your head no. Hyunjin thrusted slower, but deeper into you, making you roll your eyes back. “Please, princess. Do it for daddy.”

The seductiveness in his voice paired with the filthy words coming out of him drove you wild. You had no idea if you would survive this ride but dying on Hyunjin’s cock didn’t seem like the worst death to you. You circled your hips in wide motions, taking him in as deep as you could while he was whimpering against you. His plush lips on your throat left a trail of wet kisses, each one accompanied by a declaration of love.

I love you. Kiss.

I fucking love you, baby. Kiss.

So, so much. Kiss

I need you to love me, too. Kiss.

Don’t you ever leave me. Kiss.

I wouldn’t survive. Kiss.

You’re all mine, aren’t you, baby? Kiss.

Even if you’re distant. Kiss.

You are still mine, right? Kiss.

You felt him twitching within you, he felt you tightening around his cock. It took not long for the both of you to cum together, for the third time that night. Finally, Hyunjin was happy. You were laid on top of him, spaced out, on the brink of sleep. He thought about you scratching his back and leaving marks on him, he thought about you moaning his name seductively, alerting everyone that he was the one to make you feel good, he thought about your body reacting to his every touch as if it was made only for him. Judging by the way you two still interacted there was no doubt that you had to love him, too.

He was sure of that.

[billthedrake]

FISHING TRIP

(mmmmh)

(hmph) Can't sleep either, buddy?

[quietly] No sir.

Guess this bed is kind of hard.

It's not that Dad. I'm... well, I'm kind of horny.

When are you ever not... oh jeez, yeah you're rock hard all right. I thought I took care of this bad boy pretty well.

You did, Dad. Only, I was thinking how we have the place all to ourselves. Not having to hide this.

We have all week, Will.

It gets me hard hearing you say that, Dad.

(growls in bedroom voice) Well, we have all fucking week, son.

I like hearing you cuss.

Yeah?

It's a strange thing I guess, but growing up you never did around us. Even if you got real mad.

(Breathes excitedly) I'm fucking you, Will. So you'll probably be hearing a lot of inappropriate things from my mouth.

Fuck!

God that dick's so hard... pressing into me. Come on, son, feel me up.

Love it Dad.

Scoot closer... there, that's it. Feel your old man's cock.

It made me sir.

Damn straight. Made you and took your cherry.

Best night of my life Dad.

(Kisses)

Fuck... you're pretty hard, too, sir.

Listen to who's talking like a sailor now.

(Laughs) I remember you grounded my ass the first time I dropped the f-bomb.

You were testing our authority. Cocky little shit.

I was just craving some attention, Dad.

(More kisses)

Damn, boy. You kiss your cheerleader girlfriends like that?

Unf, fuck.... I usually have to go softer with them, Dad. More like this... (soft, slow kissing) See...?

You can feel it, right, Will?

Oh yeah. That made you even harder. Jesus, that cock is like steel now, Dad.

Can't believe I can get up again already, actually. I'm 48 and not a teen.

You're a stud, Dad. A real fucking stud.

Damn... those fingers feel nice, son. OK if we just take our time? Just feel each other like this before getting to the main event?

(chuckles) What's the main event, Dad?

You know damn well, you little tease.

(More kissing, longer this time)

You like that, sir.

Goddamn, buddy. That cheerleader kiss of yours drives me wild.

Is that what is, Dad? The "cheerleader kiss"?

I'll say. French kissing your father like we're on a first date.

Oh fuck!

Guess that's your magic button, buddy. I can feel that steel rod in my fist twitch like crazy.

One of my buttons, sir. You keep showing me more.

It's just day one of our fishing trip.

Almost day two. What time is it even?

I dunno. Three? Four in the morning? We've not even been here twelve hours and we've already had sex twice.

Gonna make it three times, sir?

Grr... fuck, yeah. (kisses) You know, your mother and I never have sex three times in a night.

Real honeymoon sex, right, Dad?

You got it, buddy.

(more kissing)

Nice, Dad... I think you're getting the cheerleader kiss down, yourself.

(chuckles) I got some more experience in the sack than you, remember?

I can't forget. You got a thirty year head start on me, sir.

Hmm... damn you have an incredible bod, buddy. Just leave feeling ya up.

Feel away sir. Won't ever get sick of it. Promise.

(Kissing)

I'm leaking now.

Yessir. So wet.

Hm, why don't you climb on, buddy? Or are you too sore?

A little sore. But a good sore, you know?

I do.

(Surprised) Dad... you ever... you know, get fucked?

It's been a while, buddy. But there have been a couple of men who've done me like that. Years ago.

Maybe I can... if you'd let me.

It's probably gonna happen, son. This week. But right now, I really need inside ya.

Yessir.

Inside my baby boy.

Not a baby anymore, Dad.

That you're not, kiddo. Big stud jock.

God, you're so hard... and wet.

My lacrosse jock son.

(chuckles) You like being a lacrosse dad?

In more ways than one. I love being there for ya, Will.

I love having you there, Dad. At the games. And after.

Fuck. You're so tight. Even still.

I'm glad. Want this to be good for you, Dad.

You have no fucking idea, baby boy.

Three times in one night, Dad. I have a pretty good idea.

I'm gonna have a hard time keeping up with you, stud.

We'll see Dad. You can hold your own... fuck, you feel big.

I'm not too big, son.

You try sitting on one this size. Shit.

We don't gotta, kiddo.

Like hell we don't. Just let me go slow.

You got this, Will.

Unngh.

That hole is real fucking wet.

You made it like that, Dad.

What did you call it? Honeymoon sex.

Fuck!

Oh yeah, you're opening up for me buddy. Yeah... just like that.

Fuck me, Dad.

And we got a whole week of this.

A whole fucking week, sir.

If I can get it up after a day of this.

We'll probably need some sleep too, Dad.

Probably.

(bed rocks)

God, yeah, Dad. Pump into me.

Ride me, son. Ride your daddy.

I love holding onto you, sir. All of you.

I'm not a lean young jock like you.

You're perfect, Dad. All of you.

(bed rocks harder, springs squeaking)

God fucking damn.

Ung! You got some real power behind that beef. Fuck!

(grins)

(lets go of his cock)

Too much?

Don't wanna cum yet. At least not before you.

It's gonna take me a little longer this round. Sorry, kiddo.

Take as long as you want, Dad. You're in me, and that's all I care about.

Fuck, that ass is incredible. Wet and silky.

Better than mom?

You should ask me that, kiddo.

I know. Just like getting you worked up.

(bed squeaking)

Holy... fucking... shit... son!

UGGGH

(bed sounds slow down, then stop)

Whoo... let’s take a break.

Yeah.

(soft kissing)

Gonna roll us over buddy.

Yep. You're more a missionary guy, Dad?

At least to finish off. I like doing the driving, you know.

Yeah, I know.... UNNGH... fuck yeah, Dad. Nail my ass.

You... got it... kiddo. Daddy needs a fuck.

Not been four hours since our last.... oh shit.

That your spot, kiddo? Daddy gonna punch your spot?

(incoherent moans)

Let it out, baby boy. Just us up here in this cabin....

Oh Dad! Oh fuck.

Father and son... fucking like bunnies. Like newlyweds.

I'm gonna...

Let it all out, son.

Oh fuck, OH FUCK!

Your dad's cumming too, Will. Cumming up your sweet hole.. GODDAMN!

(heavy breathing, then kissing)

That was incredible, Dad.

You got that right, son. Jesus.

No... don't pull out yet.... I like having you on top of me.

I'm not too heavy?

A little, Dad. But I like it.

Oh fuck... shit. I can feel your cum between us.

Ha. I can smell it too.

(kissing)

You getting sleepy, buddy?

Not really. I guess we have an early morning ahead. What time we gotta get up for fishing.

There's probably not much fishing gonna get done this week, is there, buddy?

No sir. Just fucking and sleeping.

Six more days of it.

You're getting soft, Dad.

I told ya, buddy. I'm 48. And that was round number three.

No, I like it. For real. Like feeling you slip out of me.

You're something else, kiddo.

Can I ask a favor of you, Dad?

(settles back down onto the mattress) Sure, Will.

This week, sometime... I want you to share a secret with me.

You mean something other than the fact I'm fucking my own son?

(chuckles) Besides that.

I'll think it over. Think of something.

Tired?

Fraid so. You drained it out of your old man.

Just tell me if I'm being a pest at any point.

You're not being a pest, Will.

(softly) You asleep, Dad?

(groggy, deep voiced) Not yet. Not far off.

Can I feel your cock one more time?

Um hm.

Nice. I like feeling it soft too. My dad's cock.

Hmmm.

Love ya, Dad.

Love you, too, son.

[phantoms-planet]

Barred Protection

Chapter Four

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“What do you mean it’s happened again?” Percy Daelus heaved out a sigh. His assistant toed at the worn tile floor nervously. “Was it given too high of a dose?”

“No, it’s the same dose it gets every day.”

“And it’s stopped producing tears again?”

Carter nodded before pulling up the reports from the subject’s newest feeder. Daelus growled. He hated this one, she was so scared to get close that a few times the subject had gone unfed. As if a protection entity would just up and hurt someone. The thought made his eyes roll.

He read the report, all too similar to a handful of others, before getting to his feet. While it pained him to abandon his paperwork he knew he wouldn’t get any more if the subject couldn’t produce what they needed.

“Have the handlers enact Protocol Seven. I’ll deal with this.”

His assistant sped from the room instantly. Daelus stalked out of his office, growling at anyone who passed him in the halls who seemed ready to grab his attention. They could all wait.

A handler met him at the door. “Sir, he’s been lowered. Are you sure-?”

“I don’t pay you to question me, open the door.” He snarled.

“Yes, right of course, sorry sir.”

The door slid open and Daelus snapped his eyes to the floor. Subject P was curled in a tight ball staring blankly at the walls. Its chains were resting open beside it. As per the protocol the screens were shut off. Biting down another growl at the setback he knelt by the figure.

It barely responded when he scooped it into his lap. Gentle as possible, Daelus ran his fingers through the stark white hair. It moved on its own already. It were as if there was always a wind ruffling through the locks. Hypnotic, he always found it.

A small whimper drew his attention to Subject P’s freckled face. It was twisted in a grimace. “Shhh. It’s alright.” A part of Daelus wondered if the subject took the form of a young boy for a reason. The people he’d bought it from, loons called the GIW who insisted the entity was a ghost, hadn’t given any explanation for the choice.

“Hush now, everything will feel better soon.” There was never proof that this being even understood him. He still kept his tone low and soft. “People are getting better thanks to you. We just need you to cry again.”

Subject P writhed to get closer to him. Another whimper. “I’ll be here until you can produce them again. I’m here.”

Long after his legs fell asleep and his stomach started aching the entity choked out a sob. Daelus grinned. It always took hours to get Subject P back to a proper state but it was worth it. “Go on now, that’s it.” Pride surged as the one sob turned into two, then a whole string of them.

Quickly the handlers went to hanging Subject P back up so the tears could be collected. Daelus brushed himself off before leaving to get back to his paperwork.

On his way back to his office the feeder ran into him. Literally. Daelus silenced her apologies. “What are you running through my halls for?”

“I was…” She gulped as she glanced the way he had come.

“Ah, feeding it. Don’t.”

“What?”

Daelus sneered at her. “You’re inadequate for this. Its gone unfed far too many times under your hands. Return to your lodgings. I’ll decide what to do with you tomorrow.” The feeder looked deeply relieved at that order. Another growl threatened him.

The first feeder had been torn apart by P’s scream, healed of course but still unwilling to return, the second quit after claiming to have grown attached to the “boy”, and the third refused to work after being in the room with the screens on as he fed P.

Frankly Daelus wasn’t happy with needing to find another. It shouldn’t be so hard to shove food in its mouth and leave. A frustrated sigh slipped from his lips as he sat back down.

Maybe switching one of the handlers to a feeder would work?

He mulled over this idea as he sat back down at his desk. Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to start on his paperwork again. A ringing came from his pocket.

Daelus sneered at his phone before breaking into a smile at the number. “Mr. Wayne!”

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Clockwork was a mysterious man, even to other ghosts. He had much more power than many of them had and a domain that no others could escape. Many other ghosts felt justifiably wary when it came to the god.

Frostbite was very much not one of them. While Clockwork was fond of riddles and hands off guidance, the yeti could tell he wasn’t malicious. He didn’t always agree with the other ghost's methods but when it came to Danny he was willing to trust the process. Even if trusting the process made his skin all itchy at that moment.

“Are you certain this will end well for Phantom?”

Clockwork, a small child in appearance, merely gave a knowing smile.

With a sigh Frostbite turned to the mirror they had been observing the young godling through. He was physically very malnourished and there would certainly be a toll on his mental state.

It was painful watching the child choking out sobs. “The others are getting…impatient Clockwork. They want to know that he is somewhere safe.”

“I am aware.”

“How much longer-“

Clockwork shifted to an old man. The expression on his face changed from the almost smug knowingness to a worried scowl. “Admittedly they are taking longer to get to Danny than I predicted. Perhaps if I…”

“The Observants will not like what you are planning, will they?” The yeti was smiling despite the slight chiding in his tone.

“When do they ever?” A smile graced the other ghost’s face again. “There is nothing wrong with a little nudge; a lucky break. If they don’t like it they are welcome to try interfering with this time-stream themselves.”

Frostbite let out a hearty laugh. The god of time always got so much amusement out of pushing the buttons of the council. Frankly he couldn’t blame the guy. His brief joy was killed by the visual of Danny in the mirror.

“Are you certain we can’t-?”

“Yes.”

“But perhaps if-“

Clockwork set his hand on Frostbite’s shoulder. “No. The chance of one of us getting harmed and Danny snapping is far too high. He must be rescued by Her Knights. He needs to recover away from the chaos us ghosts bring for his own sanity. Everything is as it should be Frostbite; you must keep the others from changing this.”

The yeti nodded, resolve hardening at the certainty in Clockwork’s face. “I will assure the others and prepare a room for Phantom for when he is ready.”

“Good. He will need plenty of your help when he is more stable.”

[lostinlewis]

Just a little something…

Mature.

He was barely touching you yet he felt so heavy against you, the weight of his body was nothing in comparison to the weight of desire that soared through you.

Every breath he took fell to your skin, warm yet raising goosebumps as if cold, you nearly lost yourself without a hand even touching you, so powerful he was when he wanted something and it just so happened that today he wanted you.

“Are you scared?”

His question brought you back to a reality you were in no way ready for, had you known this morning when you arrived at work that you would find yourself alone in a room with the man you had lusted after for months now, you would have been more prepared.

You shook your head unconvincingly, although he wasn’t able to see your face as you stood by the door, he could read your body language well enough to know that nerves rushed through you.

“I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.”

It was as his promise rang through the air, his voice no more than a whisper, careful to not let the world know of the moment you both found yourselves in, Lewis dared a hand on your hip for just a moment, pulling you back into his body.

“I’ve wanted to get you alone from the moment I first saw you.”

The first gasp left your lips as you felt the tip of his nose brush against the skin of your neck, rolling your head back instinctively asking for more, it was only as his lips made their first contact with you that you felt a tingle unlike no other, a tingle that made it so the gasp was replaced with a whispered moan.

His hands trailed your body like they were exploring territory unknown, never quite finding a place to settle until one rested on your hip whilst the other dared to explore more.

“Keep quiet for me…”

You barely had time to register his words before you felt his hand slip under the waistband of your pants to find the place you wanted him most.

His lips made their way up your neck, nibbling on your earlobe as he placed a finger inside of you, revelling in your gasp that only grew as his finger became two.

“Mm, so tight…you’re going to make this hard for me…”

His thoughts were said out loud as he tapped against your spot in the most perfect of rhythms.

“Lewis, I…I…”

“Tell me…tell me what you want…”

His words growled in your ear as he felt your knees weaken, he knew what you wanted but he wanted to hear you beg.

“Please can you…please…”

“Can I what babe?”

His tapping grew faster, the pressure intensified as if he was making it as hard as possible for you to let out words.

“Need you to…fuck…need you-“

Both of you froze as there was a rapid knocking on the door.

“Ten minutes until you need to be on the grid.”

The monotone voice of one of your colleagues sounded through the door, having no idea the moment they had interrupted and subsequently ruined.

“Shit…”

You felt his reluctance as he pulled out of you, stepping away from you to let you gather yourself.

“It’s okay, we both have jobs to do.”

You fixed your team shirt back into place as you zipped up your pants. A few deep breaths taken to try and make yourself not look as flustered.

“We do…”

Lewis stepped towards you once more, the very moment you turned around to face him.

“I’d much rather do you though…”

The smile on his face was quite devilish, yet he had never looked more attractive.

“Maybe another time.”

You weren’t sure if what just happened was a one time thing, but you felt it only right to let him know it was what you wanted.

He didn’t respond with words instead he let you watch as he brought the fingers that had been inside of you only moments ago, up to your lips so he could taste you.

“Delicious.”

Lewis disguised his praise with a kiss that stole all of your breath.

“Now both of us will have the taste of you on our lips as we work this afternoon. You better leave before me, we wouldn’t want people to talk…”

It was as your hand found the door handle that he stopped you with his words once more.

“I want you back here after the race, we have unfinished business…”

[rorywritesjunk]

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: PG-13 to start. Chapters will be rated depending on content. Warning: Slow burn. AFAB nonbinary character. Buggy is touch starved and a virgin who thrives on praise. He's also a bit of a mess because he's thinking he's going to finally be killed by Crocodile. Set with the Cross Guild but won't be a poly fic (as much as I love that unf). However, mentions of past/somewhat present TaronxCrocodile stuff. Also Buggy is bratty, whining, a little pathetic. He doesn't want to do anything. Word Count: 1,850. A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic. This came from another fic I wrote for another fandom that I never posted but it was pure self indulgent. I decided to do it with the clown and change it up. Originally thought of making this a dom!Buggy fic but after a poll and how I started writing it, I decided to stick with sub!Buggy.

Title comes from "Take Me To Church" by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4

Chapter 2

The first few mornings were rough. Taron was an early riser, already dressed and ready when they would enter Buggy’s room with a cup of coffee for him before waking him up. They would try shaking him awake before kicking the mattress, and when that didn’t work they’d pull the blankets off, ignore his naked body, and shove him out of bed. Each time he landed face down on his nose, startling him awake. As he screamed threats and obscenities at Taron, they’d open up his wardrobe and start picking out his outfit. That usually helped to get Buggy ready faster as he didn’t trust them to pick out the right clothes.

This was the fifth day. Buggy was sitting at breakfast with a swollen nose from his wake up call. He was already dressed for the day, not looking forward to more paperwork Taron would find for him to deal with. They really were good at their job. They didn’t allow him to get distracted, already threatening to use a sea prism stone on him if he tried to use his powers to get away. 

The reward for a job well done was a piece of candy which Buggy hated to admit but he looked forward to the little treat they’d pull from their pocket and set on the table after he signed ten different forms. One time they even put their hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch, but it was followed by a gentle, “Good job, Buggy.” before they went to get him a refill on his drink.

It… was hard to relax around them. In many ways they reminded Buggy of Crocodile, which as he tried to ask questions about Taron, trying to get to know them, there wasn’t much coming out at first. All he knew was that after dinner, Taron would head to Crocodile’s tent for a few hours before coming back to sleep in their own bed. 

Buggy strummed his pen against the stack of papers, looking across the table at Taron as they filled out a planner of Buggy’s meetings and appointments. It was almost lunch time and Buggy had been at this for hours. Taron did let him get up and stretch his legs, even if he whined and fussed the entire time about sitting for long periods of time, how his back hurt, his hand was covered in ink, everything sucked, but Taron tuned him out, pointing at his chair after he walked around the table a few times.

The day dragged on.

After lunch, Buggy was forcing himself to head back to the table to complete another mountain of paper when Taron stopped him.

“Let’s take a few minutes to get some fresh air, okay?” They suggested. “You’ve been working hard today, Buggy.”

He hated how in just a few days having this stranger give him such simple praise made him yearn for it. Mihawk and Crocodile would never say such words to him, yet Taron said he was doing a good job so kindly he thought he'd lose his mind for a moment.

“It's bright outside.” Buggy whined as the two of them walked along. He was dressed in some of his best clothes, wearing his hat and jacket, looking every bit of what a pirate captain should look like. Taron was just… not as eye-catching as Buggy in their clothes. That bothered him. If they were going to remain his assistant then they needed to have a different look. He side-eyed his assistant, looking them up and down. “Why do you dress like Crocodile?”

“I dress like me.” They replied, hands in their pockets and not looking at him. “Does the way I dress bother you?”

“Yes! You work for me, you should dress to impress!” Buggy insisted as he stomped his foot and glared at them. “Where's the color, where’s the glam? You look too much like Crocodile.”

“I like my clothes.” They told him with a glance in his direction; Buggy thought they looked amused, but it was fleeting. “I'm sorry I don't dress to your standards, but remember, I work for Crocodile to help you out.” They kicked a small rock out of their way. “You don't have a say in my appearance, Buggy.”

“Why?! That's not fair!” He huffed, clenching his fists.

“Life isn't fair.” Taron stopped abruptly as Buggy took a few extra steps ahead of them. “Come on, let's get back to the tent. We need to keep on schedule with the paperwork. I imagine you'll be caught up by the end of the week.”

“Why does it even matter?” Buggy grumbled as he reluctantly turned to follow them. This was so frustrating. He wondered what it would take to have Taron add a little flash to their outfits. It was bad enough that Crocodile hired them without asking Buggy, but the fact they dressed like him was terrible.

It wouldn't be too hard to sneak a sparkly cravat into their wardrobe, right?

~

Taron was off to Crocodile’s tent which for Buggy was the perfect time to sneak some flashy things into their wardrobe. He had Cabaji help him look for items in what Buggy thought to be their size, and if he replaced a shirt for a shirt then they would have to wear it.

Usually Taron was gone for a few hours which gave Buggy plenty of time to get into their clothes and change things around. It was worth the risk. He took their clothes out of their wardrobe, tossing them into piles on their bed while Cabaji removed the hangers, swapping their clothes for the ones Buggy picked out.

“These look like Crocodile's hand-me-downs.” Buggy said as he pulled a dark colored vest out, holding it against himself with a disgusted look on his face. “It's ridiculous.”

“That's because they are his hand-me-downs.”

Buggy froze and looked at Cabaji. He looked terrified, staring in the direction of the door. Swallowing nervously, Buggy turned to face the inevitable. Taron was standing at the door, expressionless, thankfully alone but that didn't help soothe Buggy’s fears. They were back earlier than Buggy expected. Why, why did they return so quickly? Why weren’t they with Crocodile? Were they about to kill Buggy?

“Is there something you need from my wardrobe?” Taron asked as they approached Buggy. They looked him over, reaching out to the vest he still felt, their fingers brushing over the fabric. “This isn't your color, you know.”

Buggy nervously watched as Taron leaned forward, hand reaching out but instead of grabbing Buggy by the throat, they took the garment from him. He slumped against the wardrobe. He didn't know what Taron was capable of, they must be strong, and they were finally here to get rid of him. Their other hand reached out and touched his face, causing him to flinch and jerk away.

“Buggy, I'm disappointed by your actions.” They sighed softly. “No candy for the rest of the week, I'm afraid, which is a pity because the paperwork tomorrow is going to be tedious.”

They stepped back and looked over at Cabaji. “Can you help him with this? I'm going to wash up. My clothes better be back on their hangers and in the wardrobe by the time I come out.”

They ignored the two as they grabbed their robe and headed out of the room. The other two stood still, both holding their breath as they waited to be sure they were gone. This… was a bad idea, going through their things, but Buggy was just so frustrated with the situation. He shoved the hanger back into the wardrobe and slammed the door shut.

~

Buggy kept glancing over at Taron during a meeting. They weren't saying anything yet around their neck was a lavender cravat with a shimmer to it, the one Buggy left with their things. They actually wore it and while he felt proud, he still awaited the inevitable.

Four days after rummaging through their clothes he was still alive so far.

He wasn't really listening to what Mihawk was saying, lost in his own world as he kept a nervous eye on Taron. They were taking notes, glancing up every few minutes at Mihawk as he spoke, nodding along with his words. Buggy swallowed nervously and finally glanced over at the other two members of the Cross Guild. Crocodile was looking over some things, a cigar in his mouth as his eyes darted across the papers in his hands. Mihawk was discussing something about whatever, Buggy had honestly tuned him out a while ago, so he didn’t know what the swordsman was going on about and didn’t really care.

Taron was just taking notes.

When the meeting was over and the two of them were released, Taron followed behind Buggy back to the tent. Crocodile had insisted there were more forms that needed Buggy’s signature and the clown didn’t understand where these were all coming from or what they were for. Taron followed behind Buggy, clutching the forms to their body as Buggy wondered if he could get a break. At least with Mihawk and Crocodile he knew when the punishment was coming, but Taron he couldn’t read. Nothing had happened yet, but Buggy knew it was just a matter of time before Taron would punish him for something.

They arrived back at the tent and to Buggy’s office. Taron placed the stack of forms at his seat before they went to make a fresh pot of coffee. Buggy just stared at the small mountain of papers, wondering how he could get out of it. He took a seat, brain trying to think of something.

He opened his mouth with some kind of excuse ready when Taron came over with a hot cup of coffee for him. They set it down before holding a piece of candy out to him. He tried to take it but they closed their hand and pulled back.

“This is an encouragement for you to start working, Buggy.” They told him as they started to unwrap it for him. “I decided the little rewards really do help you and that withholding them may not be the best choice if I want you to be productive.” They reached over for him, taking hold of him by the chin before pressing the sweet to his lips. “But you need to be good, Buggy, can you do that for me?”

There was that unsuspecting gentle touch that had Buggy gasping in surprise, nodding along with their request as they pushed the treat into his mouth carefully, letting their thumb rest against his bottom lip before releasing him and pulling back. Buggy’s heart was pounding, face flushed, and he tried not to choke on the candy as he watched them as they went to their own chair to work. The strawberry flavor of the candy was mellow, just enough to keep him focused on it as he kept an eye on Taron as he signed the papers.

He wondered what other rewards they would have for him.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

How do the COD boys you write for approach kissing someone new for the first time?

Unf I love this so much!!! Okay, here goes:

(Includes Ghost, Soap, König, and Price)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley: There’s a hesitation in his movements. He knows he will have to reveal part of his face to you, but he wants nothing more than to kiss you at that moment. That want overrides any other feel he is having.

But then he decides that he wants you to life the balaclava for him. He shows his trust in you and, quite possibly, his love for you by letting you do this.

When he finally moves in to kiss you, he stops right before your lips touch and takes a moment to look at your face--eyes closed, your lips ready for his--then, finally, he kisses you. No tongue at first. He just wants to feel your lips, wants to embrace that feeling. When he slips his tongue past your lips and you moan breathlessly, he almost groans himself. He's not sure what to do with his hands, but he settles on cupping your face which fits perfectly in his hands.

John 'Soap' MacTavish: He is usually a needy kisser--greedy with tongue and putting his entire being into it. He doesn't want your first kiss with him to be like that though. He wants to take his time, he wants to take your breath away.

He is surprisingly passionate and gentle, pulling away to catch his breath and tell you just how wonderful your kisses feel. He waits for you to deepen the kiss. He trembles when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and rub at the nape of his neck with your fingers. He holds you tighter and realizes then and there that he never wants to kiss anyone except for you for the rest of his life.

König: There’s a timidity to him that you find adorable. It's not like he hasn't kissed before, but it was hard for him to remember the last time he actually did. He honestly can't believe you want to kiss him. When he lifts his sniper hood he hopes you can't see the pink dusting his cheeks. He's all nerves.

He's a patient man so he waits for you make the first move or at least meet him halfway. Before the kiss, he touches your face gently, dragging his thumb along your lips overcome by how soft they are. He is happy you two are sitting because he's afraid you would have a hard time reaching his lips if you weren't.

The first kiss is hesitant--one, then he pulls away to await your reaction. When you move in again, it's his cue to continue. He puts his entire body into it, his arm wrapping around you as the other cups your cheek. When he pulls away again, you are smiling and it makes him smile.

"Another?" He asks and you say yes, of course.

When he kisses you, it's a soft press of his lips, his moustache tickling your upper lip. He pulls away and smiles at the way you chase his lips before opening your eyes sheepishly.

John Price: He is not a man who likes to rush things. He will kiss every inch of your face before your lips. Taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, he makes sure you look into his eyes. His eyes drift down to your lips and he licks his. He's waiting until the right time, until he knows you're sure. The way your lip trembles tells him.

Your body melds with his as he kisses you again, teasingly dragging the tip of his tongue along your lower lip. You let him in and he grunts at the taste of you.

When he stops, he presses his forehead to yours and waits. He knows it is only a moment before you'll want another kiss.

[Masterlist]

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Top 5 bl kisses of 2023! :)

There were so many good kisses this year, and I couldn't pick just 5, so here's an incomplete list of many that made me crazy, in no order whatsoever. I will attempt to not yell about why I loved them (much)

My Personal Weatherman rooftop in the rain kiss. Kisses that follow confessions slash come after Big Feelings happen are so important

I Feel You Linger In The Air dancing in the rain kiss.

Just... Ugh. Every scene they're in, you can feel how much they want each other, and it spills everywhere here

Sand and Ray's shotgun kiss (and also all their kisses) made me feel insane. I love them unreasonably, and First and Khao are so good at making you feel every single thing. Their AkkAyan kisses in The Eclipse Our Skyy 2 were also incredible. The way they embody their characters and their feelings -- physically and emotionally -- is stunning to watch

PalmNueng's "we're boyfriends" kiss. Pond puts his whole body into their kisses, and when he finally allowed himself to touch back? *screams*

Jae Won and Ji Hyun's reunion kiss. The relief and the want just poured off the screen. I hope these two are in something else soon, they were incredible.

Kinguea's boundaries conversation kiss.

Consent is sexy, and so are they. (I had a hard time choosing between this and the kitty ears kiss, but 🤷🏼‍♀️)

JengPat car kiss.

They want each other so much. Man and Ben have incredible chemistry. When Pat pulled Jeng back in? Unf.

Jaab and Jen's pinky promise kiss. They teetered on this edge of almost for so long, and this kiss where they're literally bridging the space between them was beautiful.

Every single kiss between these two was beautiful. The first kiss, with Ze Rui ckiming into Zong Yi's lap after that moment of hesitation? Incredible. The couch kiss when Zong Yi presses Ze Rui's hands over his head? I made an embarassing sound. The reunion kiss, whrer there's a moment where Ze Rui thinks he's still dreaming broke my heart. (More than honorable mention to Cheng Yi and Ai Di kisses).

I need these two in more things.

Patts and Tai's on the floor kiss, when Tai finally let himself want Patts. The wonder on Patts face, and Tai's embracing his desire for the first time was beautiful.

Also, gifless kisses, because this is getting out of hand:

Tew and Guy's "we're boyfriends" kiss. Meen and Ping have beautiful chemistry

CharlieBabe's first kiss. 'Nuff said.

Venus and Sky, basically all of them. Cheque and Tod commit to the kisses and the sexy times like whoa.

JoongDunk... I mean JokeZo's "pulled him inside just to melt his brain and kicj him out again" kiss. JoongDunk delivered.

Shang Zhuo ans Shun Yu's "we're boyfriends" kiss. These two give good kiss.

Honestly, there were so many good kisses this year. These are just some of the ones that made me insanest.

(Sorry this is a mess, visually. I ended up using like, 4 different programs for the gifs and they're a mess. I didn't keep track of the gif sources like I should have, so if you see your gif please lmk so i can credit you.

Sorry this posted incomplete the first time!)

[hopefulatrocity]

From The Ashes-Chapter 7

Note:  Note: First off, thank you for your likes and comments. This is a lot later post than I intended it to be. I’m working really hard on Chapter 9 and it’s taking me longer than I thought. That chapter is when Pheonyx and Daryl officially start the search for Sophia.  So, they’re alone and there isn’t a lot of show dialogue for me to bounce off of. I had a couple days of writer's block and I’ve been working slowly on it. I keep rearranging how I want their conversation to go and also rewatching the season over and over to make sure I’m characterizing Daryl correctly. I want it to be believable. Long story short, I don’t want to post chapter 8 until I have 9 done, so it might be a bit until I’ve posted it. I think once I get over this hump, since it’s the first one on one scene with Daryl and Pheonyx(with Kismet as his wingman) that I’ll be able to write faster. Hopefully. Also sorry for how short this is. The last chapter and this one was originally one chapter but I want to keep my chapters around the same length(3-4k) and it ended up over 6k. So I split it up. 

Chapter TW/CW: internal homophobia, transphobia, descriptions of past abuse, denial of sexuality?(Not sure how to describe it), self-deprecating thoughts, parental death.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @omiyours

Banner by: @liminal-creations​ 

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DARYL'S POV

As Daryl was making his way away from the service, fully intending to head straight into the woods to continue the search for Sophia, Rick caught up to his long strides and cut him off. The cop stood in front of him and Daryl narrowed his eyes at the man. 

“Before you head out, I want to get the group together to make a plan for the search.”, Rick said. 

“Ain’t got time for that, man. Shoulda been out at first light lookin’ for the girl.”, Daryl snapped, annoyed at being held up. 

Rick placed his hands on his hips, one hand hovering on the grip of his Colt Python. “Just listen, please. Hershel’s stepson has offered his help for the search. And I’d like you to partner up with him.” Daryl was about to cut in, but Rick continued,  “He’s an experienced tracker and hunter, and he knows these woods better than any of us do. He says he’s been working with his dog on scent tracking, too. With both of you, and the dog, looking for Sophia, I think we have a better chance of finding her.” 

Daryl shook his head, irritated. He worked better alone. His focus needed to be on finding the girl and he couldn’t do that with someone else following him around. Having the group with him yesterday was bad enough. The woods were his domain, his comfort zone. Some stranger on his coattails, mucking up the trails, and making noise while he was trying to concentrate, wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. Not when a little girl’s life was on the line. 

As if reading his mind, Rick said, “Just talk to him. That’s all I ask. If you don’t want to work with him after that, then fine.” 

Daryl wanted to tell him off, or to just walk away. Before he could, Rick was turning and waving a hand to call over Pheonyx, who had been walking back towards the house from Otis’s tribute. Daryl noticed a slight hesitation and stiffening of the man’s body as he looked between Rick and himself. But it was gone in a blink of an eye. The hound dog followed behind Pheonyx and they both stopped in front of the two men. 

Rick smiled at the younger man. Daryl felt his ears warm as Pheonyx lifted the corners of his mouth in return. The heat spread to his face as the other man’s green eyes met his own. The light shade of green reminded him of the pair of fern plants his momma planted in front of their trailer when he was 7 years old. The old mobile home had been extremely run down. Paint was peeling off the walls and several windows had cracks or were missing from his Pa’s violent outbursts. The small grass patch in front of the trailer was often overgrown and full of weeds. But his momma wanted to fix the place up. Unfortunately they didn’t have a lot of money for paint, or pretty flowers to plant. They didn’t have a lot of money for anything really. Momma worked as a waitress at the local diner but most of the money she made, his Pa stole to use for drugs or alcohol. He remembered the day she brought home those little ferns though. His Pa had been off on a bender for a week, like usual. She carried the tiny plants in with a huge smile on her face. They'd been on clearance at the local hardware store because some of the leaves were dried out but his momma was convinced it just needed a little love and care. That afternoon, Daryl and Merle helped her clean up the yard. Merle borrowed the neighbor’s push mower to mow the small yard and Daryl helped Momma weed the area around the front door. He and Merle dug the small holes on either side of the door for the plants, stopping to throw dirt at each other occasionally. When the ferns were planted, the trio stood, Momma’s arms wrapped around both boys’ shoulders, and looked at the trailer. It was still shitty. The paint was still falling off and there was still cardboard on the windows. But the little plants with dried leaves made it look like home. Over the next couple of years, as his mother’s depression and alcohol problems grew, so did the plants. They grew so big that his Pa forced him to cut part of them down because he kept tripping on the long leaves when he would stumble home at night. Despite that, the plants thrived and every time Daryl saw them, he was reminded of that day with Merle and momma. The look of joy on her face. It was one of the few happy memories he had with her. And it was all destroyed the day the trailer caught fire.

The ferns burned away. Right along with his momma. 

Daryl felt his heart ache at the reminder of his mother. But the green of Pheonyx’s eyes still reminded him of that happy day and he was almost entranced. He barely even registered Rick standing next to him. 

“Pheonyx, this is Daryl Dixon. He’s the tracker I mentioned yesterday. He’s been headin’ up the search for Sophia. Daryl, this is Hershel’s stepson. Both Maggie and Hershel say he is an expert on the property and woods surrounding it. He’s offered his services-”, a loud bark from the mutt sitting at Pheonyx’s side had Rick pausing for a moment. “And his dog, to help find Sophia. I’d appreciate it if you two would work together to head up the search for her.”

The arms he had crossed over his chest tensed. As entranced as he was by the man across from him, he couldn’t work with him. In all honesty, he was slightly scared of the emotions he was feeling. They were unraveling the identity that he had clung to for so long. He hadn’t even spoken to Pheonyx yet and his stomach was already in knots. He had to stay far away from him. Maybe then, the feelings would go away. He wanted to lash out at Rick, at Pheonyx, the emotional turmoil raging in his head. But that wouldn’t do anything besides alienate himself further from this group. It might even put them in jeopardy of being kicked off the farm. And he couldn’t do that to them. 

“Work better alone”, he grunted at the man, not even looking at Rick. 

Pheonyx gave a nod, not taking offense to what he said. “So do I. But I spent last night creating a plan for the search. We can split up tomorrow but I need your help at least for today. I’ve been working with Kismet,” he tilted his head towards the dog at his side, some of his brown hair falling over his forehead. Daryl fought the urge to reach out and brush it back. “, on scent tracking for the last month. I need you to take me to exactly where she and Rick split up. He can follow her trail from there. It hasn’t rained so he shouldn’t have too much trouble.”

The sound of the younger man’s voice was like a soft blanket draping over his sweaty shoulders, it eased the tension in his muscles on contact. The sound wasn’t deep but husky and light. Creeping around his head like smoke from a campfire and easing the ever-present vigilance that Daryl had grown accustomed to. Almost losing his train of thought over the drug-like effect of Pheonyx’s voice, Daryl looked towards the sheriff, wondering why he couldn’t be the one to show the other man where Sophia went missing. As if reading his mind, Pheonyx continued, “Rick needs to stay here for Carl and Lori. And Shane fucked up his ankle at the high school. Or else one of them would take me.”

Pheonyx was right about Rick. Daryl couldn’t, in good conscience, ask the man to leave his son, who had just been at death’s door the day prior. And his stomach clenched at the idea of sending Pheonyx off with Shane. Daryl wasn’t entirely certain about Pheonyx’s gender identity. He could just be a biological male with more feminine features. But he suspected the man was transgender. It was no issue to him, but he had a fair idea that it would be an issue to Deputy Douchebag. Shane wasn’t as openly hateful as Merle was, but he was judgmental and sexist. Merle was a loud hateful person. He screamed and hurled slurs, made threats but he rarely ever reached the point of violence, unless he was high. But Shane, his hate was a simmering cauldron, just on the cusp of boiling. Quiet little bubbles that could easily lead to an exploding pot.   At the Quarry, the man kept camp duties fairly segregated in regards to gender. Women weren’t ever allowed on watch or runs, and were mostly kept to cleaning and cooking duties. Shane made the argument every time that the women weren’t trained and therefore would be liabilities. But he also refused to do gun training for anyone, citing lack of ammo as the reasoning. He didn’t go on long winded rants like Merle did. He chose sly comments and verbal digs as his weapons of choice. Offhand comments about “women’s work” and snorts when Andrea offered help with watches or runs. While Shane had never specifically said anything about LGBT people, Daryl just had a feeling that the man’s views would not be friendly. And with his suspicions regarding Otis’s untimely death, Daryl refused to put Pheonyx in the possible firing lane. Why he cared so much about a man he just met was something he was trying to avoid thinking about. 

Despite his personal preferences of working alone, and avoiding any more contact with Pheonyx to quell the feelings building in his chest, Daryl had to admit that having a scent tracking dog would give them a leg up in finding Sophia. Looking down at the dog, he had to contain a snort. The pup was on his back, body curled around, chewing on his back leg like it was a rawhide. He met Pheonyx’s gaze. 

“That mutt is a tracker? He don’t look like he’s got much goin’ on behind those eyes.” 

Pheonyx’s eyes drew together in confusion and he looked down at Kismet. Daryl noted a blush spreading across his tan cheeks when he realized what the dog was doing. At the sheepish look, he couldn’t contain his snort, and he heard Rick chuckle along beside him. 

The younger man nudged the dog with his boot, causing him to roll over into a regular down position. Daryl heard him mutter something unintelligible. Pheonyx stood firm though, the conviction in his expression settling in Daryl’s chest. 

“Okay, Kismet may not be the brightest crayon in the box, I’ll admit. But when he’s got a job he works hard. Unfortunately, you guys don’t have the luxury of shopping for a certified dog. I stand by him though. We’ve only tracked wildlife so far, but I would bet my life on this ‘mutt’”

Despite the voice in his brain telling him it was a bad idea, Daryl nodded his agreement to work with him and the dog. His heart sped up a bit at the thought of working closely with Pheonyx, but he brushed it off. He’d work with him to find Sophia. Then that was it. He’d back off and these intense feelings would fade. 

He hoped.

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[bearterritory]

#10 Cal Ousts #8 UCLA

Golden Bears Reach Pac-12 Final

OJAI – The 10th-ranked California women's tennis team overcame some adversity to defeat eighth-ranked UCLA 4-2 in Friday's Pac-12 Championship semifinal round, with Jessica Alsola clinching the victory over the conference's regular-season champion at Weil Tennis Academy. By eliminating the top seed, the Golden Bears (18-5) advanced to the final to play the winner of the Stanford - USC semifinal. UCLA (18-5) exits from the Pac-12 tournament, which they had been favored to win. Friday's semifinal was a rematch of a regular-season clash between the Bears and Bruins in which Cal prevailed 4-3 in Berkeley. Since then, UCLA went on to claim the Pac-12 Championship's top seed, while Cal, dealing with multiple injuries on the team and dropping three out of their last four matches, had slipped to fourth in the Pac-12. Cal trailed 1-0 after doubles, with UCLA clinching the point when Ahmani Guichard and Sasha Vagramaov edged Berta Passola Folch and Katja Wiersholm, 7-6(3), on court three. The Bears faced another challenge when the 44th-ranked Wiersholm – who clinched the regular-season win over the Bruins – became unavailable for singles.

But Cal didn't back down from having to win four times in singles to beat UCLA. The Bears won four of six first sets including on court one, at which the 52nd-ranked Valentina Ivanov topped the 25th-ranked Kimmi Hance 6-0, 6-2 to momentarily tie the match 1-1. The tie was short lived as Cal's 41st-ranked Hannah Viller Moeller fell to the 35th-ranked Tian Fangran 6-1, 6-1 on court one, giving UCLA a 2-1 advantage. Two of the younger Bears then stepped up, with sophomore Berta Passola Folch – who moved into the singles lineup with Wiersholm absent – topping Ahmani Guichard 6-3, 6-2 to knot the match at 2-2. Freshman Mao Mushika gave Cal a 3-2 lead when she beat Elise Wagle 6-4, 6-3.

The last two matches were both three-setters, and Alsola and Lan Mi each had chances to clinch the win for Cal. Ultimately Alsola triumphed first over Fernandez 3-6, 6-4, 6-2 to book Cal's spot in the final.

"It was a really good team victory just like yesterday," said Cal head coach Amanda Augustus, referencing Cal's 5-0 win over Arizona State in the Pac-12 quarterfinals. "We have trust in all of the players on the team, and everybody is committed to our goals. We're excited for the opportunity to play in the final. I'm especially proud today because doubles didn't go as we'd hoped. But everyone dug in on their courts in singles, and the Bears supported each other very well. We knew UCLA would compete very hard, and we rose to the occasion. "I'm excited this group will play in Libbey Park in the final Pac-12 championship match as we know it. We still have more to go in the postseason, but they've earned the right to play in this final." Added Alsola, "It doesn't matter who we play. We'll be just as ready tomorrow as we have been the past two days. We're just really excited and honored to play in the last final of the Pac-12 tournament." The final is slated for 2 p.m. PT on Saturday at Libbey Park, with the Pac-12 Network airing the match. Pac-12 Championship – Semifinal Round [4] No. 10 California (18-5) defeats [1] No. 8 UCLA (18-5), 4-2 April 26, 2024, in Ojai, Calif. Weil Tennis Academy

Doubles 1. No. 14 Tian Fangran/Elise Wagle (UCLA) vs. No. 18 Hannah Viller Moeller/Mao Mushika (Cal), 6-5 UNF 2. No. 50 Kimmi Hance/Anne-Christine Lutkemeyer (UCLA) def. No. 56 Jessica Alsola/Valentina Ivanov (Cal), 6-3 3. Ahmani Guichard/Sasha Vagramaov (UCLA) def. Berta Passola Folch/Katja Wiersholm (Cal), 7-6(3)*

Order of finish: 2, 3 *Clinched the doubles point for UCLA Singles 1. No. 35 Tian Fangran (UCLA) def. No. 41 Hannah Viller Moeller (Cal), 6-1, 6-1 2. No. 52 Valentina Ivanov (Cal) def. No. 25 Kimmi Hance (UCLA), 6-0, 6-2 3. No. 82 Jessica Alsola (Cal) def. No. 65 Bianca Fernandez (UCLA), 3-6, 6-4, 6-2 4. Mao Mushika (Cal) def. Elise Wagle (UCLA), 6-4, 6-3 5. Lan Mi (Cal) vs. Anne-Christine Lutkemeyer (UCLA), 6-2, 0-6, 5-5 UNF 6. Berta Passola Folch (Cal) def. Ahmani Guichard (UCLA), 6-3, 6-2 Order of finish: 2, 1, 6, 4, 3^ ^Clinched Cal's overall win

[cositapreciosa]

hiii i love ur work and i was wondering if you can make a fluff one shot/imagine with eduardo sandoval? fem reader if that’s fine! pls and ty 😭😭😭 hes very underrated

Mañana por la mañana

Eduardo Sandoval x gn!reader, (no warnings, a bit of implied smut, being disgustingly in love?) 2401 words

a/n : throws some more Eduardo at you guys like you are unfed pigeons / this one was a rollercoaster, sometimes you have to : fuck it, and ball. He's so hot in this gif omg also thanks babe hope you like it!!

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

The sunlight is soft in the kitchen this morning, a gentle glow that makes you thankful to have gotten up at the same time as Eduardo. He has a habit of always leaving before you, barely crossing his path for 15 minutes every morning before he rushes to the car, a brief kiss landing on the corner of your lips as the door closes. Today should have been like every other day, but with so many running stories and new deadlines, you felt that going to work early might give you a fighting chance with the elections coming up.

The tiles are cold under your feet, you knew you should have fought harder for hardwood floor, but Eduardo was adamant that tiles belonged in a kitchen. You fill up the coffee machine with water, turning around to search for the coffee itself when you see Eduardo entering the room. His hair is still damp from the shower, wearing his shirt without his blazer, tie loose around his neck.

'' I hope I didn’t wake you up. ''

'' Not at all. ‘’ you answer back, head still in a cupboard, '' People are getting crazy at work, they want everything covered on all fronts. It’s a nightmare really. ''

He hmms, opening the refrigerator. After a second, he looks back at you again, puzzled.

'' What are you doing? ''

You sigh, leaning back against the countertop.

'' I don’t remember where we said we would put the coffee. You always make it, I wanted to do it this time. ''

He laughs, putting the two eggs he took from the refrigerator on the kitchen island, making sure they don’t roll off with his hand. You raise your leg, pushing his shin slightly with your foot.

'' Don’t laugh at me! You couldn’t remember the gate password for days! ''

Building a house together was the next easy step in your relationship. For financial and security reasons, this suburb not too far from town, in a safe neighbourhood, had proved to be exactly what you both wanted. His hand reaches for your side as he fights back, one finger poking at your rib.

'' Well, my old place wasn’t fancy enough for a gate, let alone a password, okay? ''

It was indeed probably one of the smallest two-bedroom apartment you had ever seen. His hand then grips your t-shirt, tugging you to him as you fake resisting his embrace.

'' Say ‘pretty please, my husband, you are the best and I adore you’, and I’ll make you a cup. ''

Your nose wrinkles,

'' I will not. That is blackmail, Mr. Bodyguard, and I can’t lie, I’m not a liar. ''

He groans, letting you go as he moves closer, putting his hand on the counter beside you, the other one stretching behind your head to open a cabinet.

'' I don’t bodyguard. '' He shakes the coffee bag in front of your eyes, '' It’s Head of Security, by the way. ''

You can’t stop the smile that pulls at your lips, the pride that bubbles in your chest. He deserves it, the title, the promotion, after so much hard work he puts in every day.

'' I know, amor. I’m proud of you. ''

You feel his tie on your chin as he leans to kiss your forehead. He takes a few steps back toward the coffee machine, pointing a finger in your direction.

'' Watch out because when I become President, I’ll make it illegal for pretty journalists like you to be that annoying early in the morning. ''

You roll your eyes, putting your arms over your head as you stretch. He is smiling again, proud of his joke, and you notice how he bites his cheek when his eyes land on the sliver of skin under your t-shirt,

'' Pretty please, husband, just make the damn coffee, will you? ''

You take a seat behind the kitchen island, facing him as he lets out a chuckle. You know that if you try to cook with him, try to take the pan from his hand, Eduardo would only tell you to sit back down. After a few minutes, he pushes you a warm cup of coffee, exactly how you like it, and a plate of huevos pericos across the counter. You lean toward him, and Eduardo joins you in the middle, letting you press a small kiss on his cheek.

You two eat in silence, enjoying the company, soaking in the smell of this new home. Even if tells you about all the meetings he has today, you can see it, how he barely touches his plate and plays around with his fork. You know he feels bad about not being home for dinner most nights, that he wishes he’d be able to help you unload all those boxes still taped up from the move. He does make up for it in many ways, even if you know he’s not noticing it. You knew that taking this promotion would ask more of him, of you, and of your relationship, but you also knew that his work was important to him, as he knew your career was to you. Maybe that was why being together had worked for so long now.

'' You’re not working too much if it’s what you’re thinking. ''

He looks up from his plate mid-bite, meeting your eyes. He swallows hard, pushing it down with a sip of coffee.

'' I know, I just- '' His hand reaches for yours across the counter, '' You do a lot for us, and I wish I could do the same sometimes. ''

His thumb rubs your wrists, slow, soft motions,

'' You just need to learn how this new position works, when you’ll start to feel comfortable in your new shoes everything will fall into place. ''

You keep eating in silence for a while. You can feel you touched something sensible from how he leans back to his side, keeping his eyes on his plate. It hasn’t been easy, in the beginning, when you started to go out together. It wasn’t anything serious at first, and him sneaking into your bed late at night or not calling for days did not seem like such a big deal. Until it was, until you realized how you always came second, until you realized you were not going to settle for that, especially if he expected you to be loyal to him to a certain degree.

You know he remembers the last time he had been promoted, how that time he wasn’t able to separate life and work. You had sat him down one night, one of the first evenings he had been joining you for dinner that week. I will leave you, you had said, I can’t keep doing this, I can’t allow it, Eduardo. That night, it didn’t end well, somewhere between screaming and crying, losing your cool, his endless explanations. After hours of silent tears and shaky breaths, you eventually fell asleep on the couch, the thought of feeling his warmth next to your pillow making your heart ache.

You pick up your plate, making your way around the kitchen island. Your hand gently met his forearm, cold fingers against his burning skin.

'' Talk to me, yeah? I can see you’re thinking too hard. ''

It is meant as a joke, something to lighten up the mood. Eduardo shakes his head, his opposite hand moving to rest on top of yours, his palm caressing your knuckles.

'' It’s nothing. It’s stupid really. ''

He turns to you, picking the plates from your hands, pushing off your attempt at getting something out of him. He sends a small smile your way as he walks to the sink, it’s fine, it means, don’t mind me, as he puts the dishes at the bottom, turning on the tap to give them a rinse. Discussion over.

The sound of the water hitting the cutlery fills the silence. You move behind him to set your now empty coffee cup next to the soap dispenser. A gentle way to ask him to clean this too and he does. Quick to keep busy, making sure the mug is placed with the pile of dirty plates, already working on washing them. With a small sigh, you lean on his back, hands moving around his ribs and up his chest, resting on his sternum. You can smell his cologne, the one he uses on days he has important meetings, the one he keeps buying because he knows you like it so much. Your head falls between his shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the cotton covering his skin.

'' You know I won’t let you go until you talk to me, hm? ''

He laughs, you can feel his chest contract with the sound, and that makes you happy, that he is not mad at you, even if you already know he wouldn’t. Eduardo keeps scrubbing at the dishes and you know he’s thinking again, trying to figure out what is the best way to explain how he feels. You know he’s got it when after a while he stops the water, bracing his hands on the edge of the sink, whatever is left dirty will have to be done this evening. He gently leans back in your embrace, your nose touching his hair. His curls are still damp, they smell like your conditioner.

'' I don’t want you to leave me. ''

It’s a murmur, so softly spoken. A secret shared between you and him, vulnerable and out in the open. Your fingers are running along the seams of his dress shirt, up and down, trying to be comforting.

'' Why would you think that? ''

It’s a genuine question to his answer, one you didn’t expect this morning. You have always been able to fix things between you. Taking the time to communicate, share your secrets, talk about your feelings, making it work.

'' I’m not sure, I just… '' He sighs '' Last time really scared me, that’s all. I want you to be happy here, with me. ''

Last time. It clicks then, that one night when you almost called it quit. I will leave you. I can’t keep doing this, I can’t allow it, Eduardo. You didn’t think your words would stay with him that way. Didn’t think much of it the morning after too, after he had gently shaken you awake from the couch, hot coffee in hand, just how you like it. He had slipped the warm ceramic in your hands and you had tugged him with you on the couch, watching the Saturday morning news in comfortable silence, feets touching under the blanket.

'' Amor… '' You sigh against his back, wrapping your arms more tightly around him. You hate when he feels like this, unworthy, useless. '' I am happy here, especially with you. ''

He nods, a hand raises from the counter, intertwining your fingers with his. You can feel the wrinkles on his skin from the soap.

'' You would tell me, yeah? If it didn’t feel right for you anymore. ''

You hmm, swaying from side to side slowly, bringing him with you in the movement. You are not saying much after that. You can hear the cars passing in front of the house, children babbling on their way to school. You would tell him if any of this wasn’t working for you anymore, like you had done in the past, as you would again if needed.

'' Te amo. ''

It slips out of your lips, muffled in his shirt. You can feel him exhale in your arms, feel the weight come off his shoulders.

'' I love you so much, Eduardo. I hope you know that. ''

'' I do. '' He whispers back, '' Y yo a ti, cariño. ''

You are smiling against him, giddy from the words even after all those years. You know it is getting late, that he should be on his way already, but you don’t want him to leave, soaking in his warmth, how good he smells.

'' I have to go, I can’t be late today. ''

'' We wouldn’t want that. ''

He laughs, bubbling from his chest, you know he can hear the sarcasm dripping from your tongue. He turns around in your embrace. One hand moving behind your head, playing with a strand of hair, following down your neck.

'' I can tell you don’t care. I’m not freelance, they don’t forgive tardiness easily. ''

'' Well, I’m sorry if I want to keep you all to myself. ''

His hands slide under your shirt, pressing at the small of your back, bringing you to him. His fingers are hot on your skin, denting the space above your hips. You are in between his legs now, hands on his chest, heart pumping. The light is soft through the window, colouring his eyes in honey, and suddenly it feels like you can’t breathe properly. His eyes fixed on yours, lips parted, he can’t look away.

'' You’re the one starting this. '' However he wants to call it, this, that. The way his fingers caress your ribs, thumbs following your waistline to the top of your pants. It is meant as a warning to him, one weak of any real consequences, a decision that should be logical given the time. '' You can’t blame me. ''

If he keeps going further you mean. You want him to, you know he shouldn’t, he can’t.

'' Maybe I can meet you for lunch then? ''

His palms slide to your hips, tugging on the soft material of your pyjamas, you are so close you can feel him against you.

'' We could make that work. How long’s your break? ''

'' 45 minutes. '' He breathes in, pupils blown. '' I’m sure I can stretch it to an hour. ''

You smile as he leans in, his lips brushing on yours.

'' We can make that work. ''

As long as you’re on the same page, you think, you know, you can make this work. The tiles are cold under your feet, the sun burning on your shoulder, his breath warm on your cheek. And then, his lips finally touch yours, a goodbye, a promise for later as you kiss him back, hungry for more. Te amo.

[only-raw-and-bare]

Cucking another boi by breeding his gf ;3

The idea of claiming another boi's gf, making her mine by putting a bun in her oven, is so incredibly sexy to me ;3 just imagine her belly and boobs growing a bit each week without knowing that she's growing my bastard baby in her ripe belly ;) maybe she'll try to hide it and deny it, but you can't help but watch her thighs grow curvier, her buns thiccer and rounder, and her boobs growing milkier, tee hee~ I love the idea of slutty, cheating girls getting their wombs filled with bastard babies ;3

Unf~ i'm getting rock hard just thinking about you two living together, watching her stroll around the house with my baby in her fertile tummy, the blush on her face from all the pregnancy hormones and feremones coarsing through her body, you making love to her while she gets bigger with my bastard brood. You being resigned to take care of her, oil up her lewd, swollen belly, her big, milky udders, her swollen, preggo pussy ~

And when you're visiting family, you entering the room with her, everyone congratulating you because of "your" baby, while secretly knowing that you've been cucked by a hung, horny irresponsible boi ;3 Her sitting at the dinner table with her 7 month preggo baby bump pressed against the edge of the table, the shape of her lewd mommy milkers so clearly visible through her dress, while you're getting hard secretly at the thought of having your wife conquerred by another boi's thick, creamy nut ;) just think about my plump, low-hanging balls rubbing against her pussy with every stroke that afternoon i knocked her up, my deep, primal groans of pleasure and your gf begging for me to blast inside of her, my thick, long pole twitching and pulsating and throbbing her ovulating cunny full ~ ;3

[allofmytears]

my hero and kingdom hearts crossover au lets gooooo

spoilers

☝️current forms these two are taking. We're in chapter 317 and mid kh2 for the duration of this au

First! the contrivance. How tf do i get these boys in proximity. pulls scrap of paper out of hat. it says quirk nonsense. alright cool.

so while deku is getting mobbed in chapter 317 (literally Just Before katsuki gets there), one of the people activate their quirk, which for our purposes is just opening a corridor to darkness, and Deku falls through it. so he's in the realm of darkness now.

without proper equipment, he basically goes into freefall, with no control over his trajectory. he's spinning helplessly through the void, stretching blackwhip out in all directions, hoping to catch hold of anything solid. When he latches onto something, he pours everything into pulling himself towards it.

Riku, having been minding his own business trekking through the corridors, is understandably put out when a bunch of black tendrils latch onto him and do not let go. When a ragged, dark looking creature emerges from the ground, he does what any sensible person would do in that situation, and attacks it on sight.

commence deku vs riku part 1.

deku, not knowing any better, assumes that because this place is the result of a quirk, the person currently attacking him is the quirk user. he fights back under the impression that if he can subdue this guy, he can get out of this place. he's still struggling to keep any sort of footing there, as corridors of darkness are only navigable by people wearing the proper equipment. think of the corridors as rivers, and the organization cloaks (or SDG's enchanted clothing) as boats. Without a boat, Deku goes under more often than not.

So deku Cannot let go of the tall, suspicious guy in the hood at all or he's dead. And riku is trying his damndest to get this creepy little freak off of him.

The resulting fight draws the attention of the heartless, and soon a crowd starts forming around them. Riku, realising the mounting danger, cuts his losses and opens a door to twilight town, making one last attempt to cut free from the tendrils (unsuccessful) before running out of the corridor. Deku hurls himself after him, not wanting to get stuck there again (it's terrifying in there)

deku vs riku part 2

they tumble into a heap outside of the gates to the mansion, and deku finally retracts blackwhip at the feel of solid ground. riku rolls up to his feet and draws his blade again, ready to finally put this rabid bunny thing down, while deku staggers upright (fucking exhausted). deku is still resolved to subdue this guy, since he's obviously a villain and may be under AFO's influence, so he fights with all he has. Plus Ultra.

Neither of them have said a word to each other.

the fight stretches on far longer and far more viciously than either of them expect, and riku is getting angry while deku is getting desperate. when deku gets too close, Riku strikes hard at his head, shouting for the thing to "Back off!" in ansem's dark, callous voice. Deku's mask tears off like tissue paper, and he falls to the ground, unconscious.

...

Katsuki just saw deku disappear into thin air. Fuck.

With all of the people converging on Deku, it was hard to tell exactly what happened, but when his AP shot dispersed the crowd and deku was nowhere to be seen, it was hard not to draw conclusions. While the rest of 1A brought down the villain Dictator, Katsuki went looking for the guy who opened the corridor.

...

Riku is having emotions at the moment. With the mask gone, it's obvious that this was just a kid. Riku didn't know how he got into the corridors, or why he attacked him, but it was hard to look at him and not see...Roxas. Xion. People Riku had sacrificed.

Whatever the kid's deal was, Riku wasn't going to let another child fall to darkness. He picks him up, and takes him inside the mansion.

...

Izuku wakes up and is not dead! this is very encouraging. Unfortunately the villain is looming over him. Less encouraging.

"Hi," says the villain.

"Um," says the Deku. Goddamn it.

What follows is a long conversation in which Riku feeds Deku some soup and tries his best to clear up the misunderstanding, while Deku mildly freaks out. When Deku finally explains his situation, Riku is uh...concerned. But! willing to help. Riku promises to help Izuku get home, no strings attached, and provides him with a cloak so he can travel the corridors safely. Thus begins the adventures of Riku and Deku, which despite the simplicity of their goal, ends up with them going on wayyyy too many detours. Because reasons.

...

Sora is annoyed. While helping the residents of the current world deal with the heartless, he comes across this missile of a guy stealing his kills with seeming ease, shooting around at the speed of sound yelling about whatever. Sora, being Sora, follows after the guy, much to Donald's frustration. When they finally catch up, they find him trying to take down a powerful heartless. He seems to be having some trouble though. SDG come to the rescue! They defeat the heartless together, and the mystery bomb dude shouts a quick thanks before shooting off again. This happens two more times, bomb dude seeming weaker every time, and it's revealed he has a serious injury in his shoulder. With the heartless dealt with, Donald heals him, and they finally get the chance to ask what this guy's deal is.

Bakugou is trying not to let his pride sting too much at these goofy looking guys taking out the Nomu where he failed. Whatever quirk the duck has was amazing though, and the pain is almost completely gone. He'd never heard of this hero trio before, but they were being helpful at least, and after losing contact with the rest of class 1A after going through that portal, he'd need the support.

A conversation commences! And since they were all trying to find someone, SDG invited Bakugou (we are not calling you that long ass name) onto their gummy ship.

...

So begins a very frustrating game of cat and mouse in which Deku follows his heart through the corridors, and Sora follows his heart on the gummi ship, leading them on a circular path through the worlds as they continuously JUST miss each other.

Because Sora's heart always leads him to Riku, and Deku's heart always leads him to Kacchan.

It's a wild ride.

[ashes-writing]

showers || csi vegas ; g.sanders

A/N: Is this my second filth post of the day? Yes. Yes it is. Do I care if that makes me a filthy little whore? Nope, not at all. I'd apologize for this but honestly we all know I'm not sorry. This is what happens when I start thinking about the contamination shower episode from Vegas... And Greg, unf. Anyway, enjoy or whatever.

Pairing ; Fem!reader x Greg Sanders

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18+ only. Minors, absofuckinlutely not. Go find fluff. Also if you're not into p in v -unprotected, body fluids, nudity, peeping on someone whilst showering -mutual ofc, biting/marking, dry humping, teasing and kissing, well... you don't need or want to read the rest of this.

“Everybody out. The scene’s been contaminated, it’s a biohazard.”

On the outside you remained calm and professional but on the inside… You were panicking a little. Sara Sidle must have noticed because she nudges you and leans in close. “Relax. This has happened before. We’ll have a decontamination shower, they’ll send us home for the rest of the night to monitor ourselves and that’ll be that.”

“Wait.. Run that by me again, Sidle?” you blink as the brunette’s words settle over you. You’re still the new girl on the team, you barely know anybody save for Sara and you damn sure aren’t prepared to get bare assed naked in front of your co-workers.

If it happens at all, that’s at least a five year on the team mark. Not five fucking months into your new job.

Sara laughs. “A shower. It’s not a big deal, okay? I’ll go first with Grissom.”

It made sense because they were married.

But then you realized that this left you to go in with Greg Sanders and the realization had you swallowing hard. Gulping. Your gaze fixed on the taller male as your eyes darted around the room in search of him. Your cheeks were burning hot because unfortunately, imagining Greg naked was not something totally new to you, but..

Seeing him naked wasn’t something you ever really stopped to consider happening. Now, no thanks to a contaminated crime scene, you were about to.

,, And, your mind served up it’s usual dose of torment, he’s about to see you naked too. In what world is this not about to make things just a little more awkward between you both?”

But Sara said it wouldn’t be that bad and she hadn’t steered you wrong yet. Maybe there were partitions. By the time Grissom and Sara finished their decontamination shower and you were being led in with Greg, you had yourself convinced that everything was going to be just peachy.

Except, of course, it wasn’t.

The tent set up offered no privacy at all. And the officer escorting you had to give you a nudge. “Go on. We need those clothes. Your emergency contact is on the way with a change of clothing.”

You took several shaky breaths and your fingers were shaking so hard as you stripped down that you fumbled it up on more than one occasion. And of course, the clasp of your bra would choose today to get stuck and refuse to budge.

“Goddamn it.” you swore under your breath.

The harsh and frantic whisper caught Greg’s attention and he gazed at you a second or two. You struggled with the clasp a second or two longer and finally, the garment fell to the pavement. 

“Shit.” Greg’s sharp intake of breath as he spun around to face away at warp speed stung more than a little but you shoved it down. As the water beat against your skin in sharp bursts, you turned. And as you turned, you tried not to let your eyes linger on Greg standing not even four feet away in a similar state of undress.

But a droplet of water dripped from chestnut colored hair and rolled down his nose before settling on his lips. And while you were fixated on that, your eyes happened to catch on the sparse darkness of his chest hair. And naturally, what would happen next but your eyes darted just a little lower. You were just grateful that Greg was squeezing those magnetic brown eyes of his shut tight right now. You turned away when you were told and squeezed your own eyes shut to combat the steady beat of water hitting your body from at least two different angles as it moved up and down. You took long and deep breaths as you stood there.

The baggy clothes he normally wore hid away muscular shoulders. Biceps. A hint of a six pack and the happy trail that you hadn’t dared to stare any lower than and now thanks to the shower you were both enduring, those things about him were burned into your brain and you just knew in the depths of your soul that you were never going to look at him the same way again.

If anything, the infatuation you felt had grown.

And seeing him like this left quite a few questions lingering in your head.

Questions that wouldn’t ever have an answer -or so you thought.

Greg’s softly muttered obscenity got your eyes fluttering open but not all the way. Enough to know that the intent gaze you were feeling right now wasn’t just from the biohazard team. Greg was looking right at you. Trying to do it covertly, of course, but the fact remained. He was looking and this meant that you were no longer the only person guilty of sneaking a peek when the other wasn’t aware and that… That made you feel so much better, way less dirty than you felt when it was you who were doing the staring at him earlier.

His tongue dragged the outline of his mouth and when his eyes settled on the little cartoonish ghost stick and poke on your shoulder, the slightest hints of a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. But then his eyes did the same as yours, they went lower.

Because of course they did, it couldn’t be helped.

By the time his eyes were making a trail back up your body -slow and intent, really taking in every inch you couldn’t help but notice it, the water pressure was dying down to a trickle. One of the biohazard team held out a towel to you and you took it, wrapping it around you as you took a deep breath to pull yourself together and made your way out to the second tent where a change of clothes was waiting.

Your friend must have been the one to bring clothes by and drop them off because you saw your favorite shirt on top of the pile of clothing left for you -your faded and thin Rob Zombie concert tee. As you rushed to tug up your underwear and then your jeans, Greg dressed quietly across the room but you could feel it, his eyes lingering, burning into you.

You glanced up. He managed that adorable little half grin that always made your heart melt just a little more every time he did it. You stuck out your tongue because it seemed like the current situation was in need of something to lighten the mood a little.

The tension was palpable. Thick enough to cut with a knife or pluck out of the air with your hand and hold it.

You plucked the red bra off the top of your shirt and began to put it on, grumbling when you realized that your fingers were still kind of shaky, making the clasp a pain in your ass all over again.

And maybe it was your inner antagonist at play, but you wandered over and you tapped Greg’s shoulder.

Greg turned around swift enough that your bodies just barely grazed. His breath caught and he tensed just slightly. You took a shaky breath and gazed up at him. “Can you fasten me?” you asked, squirmy under his intent gaze. Your arms crossed over your tits to at least attempt covering your upper body.

Greg’s mouth opened and closed for a second or two. Then he chuckled and motioned for you to turn facing away. You slipped the bra onto your body and Greg’s bare chest brushed against your bare back for just a split second before shaking hands fastened the dual clasps at the back of the garment.

And when you whirled around it put you body to body all over again because of course, you did it fast. You locked eyes with him and your teeth tugged at  your bottom lip. “Thank you.” you managed to mumble before walking back over to the side of the tent where your favorite pair of thick soled boots were waiting. You sank down onto the stool and tugged on the shoes and for a few seconds you kept sitting there as you tried to pull yourself together.

And you tried and tried. But it wasn’t happening.

Greg was waiting in the SUV you’d ridden to the scene together in and the ride back to the station was quiet. Filled with that smothering tension. You did your best to keep your eyes trained on the buildings and trees as they whizzed past in your window and Greg focused intently on the road stretched out ahead, his knuckles white against the wheel.

“Welcome to the team, I guess.” he joked quietly. You laughed and the laughter died away leaving behind heavy silence that lingered just a little too long all over again. As the SUV pulled to a stop in the garage, Greg killed the engine.

“On the bright side, we get some extra sleep.” he mused. You glanced over, your brows raised in question. “Hm?”

“They’ll make us go home and monitor ourselves just to make sure we didn’t get too much exposure to whatever they found.” Greg shrugged as he got out of the SUV. You hopped out next and it just so happened that he’d walked around to your side, apparently to open your door for you. It was this sweet little habit he’d developed. As you settled on your feet you found yourself body to body with him for the second time in a day and you gulped.

You tried not to picture him, his chest under the baggy t-shirt he wore. Your finger raised, growing a mind of its own as it dragged over the top of the design on the soft fabric. If you’d been looking up at him you would’ve seen the way he gulped and if you’d been looking a little further  down you’d have seen him straining hard against the baggy faded blue jeans. But you were practically staring a hole through his chest as you tried not to recall the muscles lurking beneath or the true broadness of his shoulders. Or, better yet, the way he towered over you like he did.

You failed miserably at all of the above. Eyes trained to his chest as your mind spun out of control.

“Your cell phone is ringing.” Greg chuckled quietly.

You were dragged back into the moment by your cell phone blasting a slowed down version of Do I Wanna Know” and you shrugged, unable to do much else. The ringing died away and you finally managed to look up and meet his gaze. 

His eyes settled on the faded logo on the front of your shirt, once a vibrant red and now more rust in color. As brown eyes darted over the words Rob Zombie, he grinned to himself, eyes lingering a second or two before he looked up, right at you. “You like Rob Zombie?”

You laughed softly. Nodding.

Neither of you noticed that you were migrating closer to each other until your back met the side of the SUV with a soft smack and you found yourself trapped between Greg’s towering frame and the door at your back.

Not a word was coming out of either of you.

That ever-present tension between the two of you seemed to grow even heavier, suffocating. Almost too much to breathe.

“Do you wanna..” he trailed off, shaking his head at himself. He was distancing from your body a little and you pouted about it. He seemed to be talking himself out of saying whatever it was he’d been about to say or ask. You reach out and grab hold of his belt loop, pulling him in close all over again. 

“If you wanna ask me something just do it. It.. Can’t get much more awkward than it already has, can it?” you were only partially teasing. A soft laugh bubbled up from deep inside and he grinned a little, shaking his head. “It can’t.” he admitted as he took a deep breath. Fidgeting and shuffling worn sneakers against the pavement. “Do you wanna.. Maybe grab a bite to eat? Sara’s already gone, I can take you home.”

Your heart was beating so loud you could hear it echoing, banging around like a drum in your ears. If it beat any faster it might just vacate your chest entirely.

“Yeah.” you grinned. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Greg’s grin was brighter this time. Less shy. He seemed to stand a little straighter, you couldn’t help but notice it. This made him even taller and if you didn’t secretly want to climb the man like a tree already, you definitely do now.

“I know this great place, their ribs are to die for.” you groan at the thought as you say it and he laughs. As you’re walking over to the spot where he usually parks, you bump against his side and your hands brush. You don’t dare look at him when you do it but you graze your pinkie against his. 

Brown eyes dart down, fixed on your hands as they brush against each others with each step taken. He doesn’t say anything about it and neither do you. For almost a split second he’s teetering on the borderline, he’s wondering if maybe Sara and the rest of the team weren’t… onto something when they pointed out the way you two seem to just drift together.

And then, to top it off, his mind chooses to replay his dream from the night before and the glimpses he’d stolen of your perfect body, dripping wet in the impromptu decontamination shower earlier. If he were braver he’d probably go for it, he’d probably at least try acting on the magnets pull to you he feels lately.

Your hands brush again and this time you slip your pinkie through his just for a split second. He nearly chokes on his goddamn tongue when it happens and he tries to tell himself it had to be an accident but you’re not letting go.

He aims the key fob at his car and the headlights blink. As always, he stops by the passenger door, opens it for you. You find yourself body to body with him and neither of you are making a move to separate. All you can do is stare up at him while you replay the shower over and over again.

One of you had to do something. You remember a half joking conversation between you and Sara earlier in the month. The one where you admitted that maybe you were attracted to Greg. The one where she told you that if it were true, you were going to have to be the brave one, clue him in.

And you were just so fucking tired of holding back. Fighting the pull because it was consuming, stronger than you ever dreamt you were.

You snag a finger in his belt loop and use it to pull him against you and it happens so fast that at first he thinks he’s hallucinating, that he had to have dreamt the whole thing. But then your hand is fisting the front of his t-shirt, fingers tugging at soft and worn fabric. And you’re raising up on your feet to close the distance between your mouths. And every last bit of restraint he was hanging onto by a thread is gone. Snapped in half by the softness of your lips meeting his clumsily.

His hand settles on your hip, fingers digging against the side of your shirt as the tips graze right against soft flesh when the action causes your shirt to ride up. His other hand catches in the hair at the back of your head and it tangles in soft, wet locks to tug. To pull your mouth in deeper. His tongue parts your lips without much effort because your mouth practically falls open to allow it and when you give that quiet little purr it’s all he can do to shift a little just so you don’t feel the exact second that all the blood in his upper body rushes all the way down south.

But you feel it twitching. Growing. Pushing against the front of his jeans and poking against your clothed mound and the feel of it has you biting his lip. Rubbing against him just to get a little closer. The kiss breaks and you’re both light headed. You’re practically clinging to the man as he gapes down at you and drags the back of his hand across his reddened lips.

“I,uh… Fuck.” he mumbles quietly, closing the distance between your mouths all over again. You melt into him even more and your arm winds up thrown over his shoulder, your hand cradled against the back of his head as his tongue traces your lips and then your teeth before connecting with your tongue, massaging. Gentle. A little clumsy because somehow you manage to knock your teeth against each other and the resulting jolt leaves you both bristling at impact.  But the kiss deepens again and it’s deep enough that you’re lightheaded and the parking garage is spinning. You nearly forget to breathe a second or two and your nails drag lazily over his scalp and it sends a shiver through his entire body. His hands leave your hips and settle on your ass as he plucks you off your feet and your legs circle his waist.

Food is long forgotten by this point.

When the kiss breaks and you pull away this time, you surprise yourself when the words leave your mouth. “Greg, I… fuck.” you squirm against him just to get a little friction going as you toy with his t-shrit because you’ve barely got the boldness to say what you’re about to, let alone look him in the eyes while doing so. “What? Hey, c’mon.” he coaxes as he sits you on the hood of his car and steps between your legs so that he can grip your jaw and make you look at him, “Talk to me.”

“Fuck me.” you breathe the words out and you’re torn between wanting to simply disappear on the spot and wondering what he’ll say.

He growls quietly. “You wanna go home with me, kitten?” he questions.

“Mhm.”

He chuckles quietly. Brown eyes blacked out in lust when they meet yours again. “You.. want me to fuck you, hm?”

“Please?” you add the word as you tilt your head. The sight of your neck exposed has him staring. Licking his lips. He bends into you and his mouth locks against unmarked skin, you can feel the first bruise starting to form.

“I wanna make you feel good, kitten.” he mumbles the promise against your neck in a husky whisper. “I’m gonna.”

“I bet you are.” your head falls back as his mouth moves lower. Latching against skin sporadically until your neck is littered with hickies, big and small in size. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you back there, y’know.” he admits it quietly. Just a hint of his usual sheepishness seeping through as his head dips down and his forehead settles against your clothed tits. He breathes in deep as if he’s struggling to control himself.

“We gotta get outta here, kitten.” he glances up at you after a failed attempt or two at self control. “If we don’t the security cameras are gonna have some real entertainment. Because I’m not gonna be able to hold it together much longer.”

You whimper in need when he bucks himself against you after pulling you towards him a little closer. He scoops you off the hood of his car in a rush and you’re carefully deposited into the passenger seat. He even leans across and fastens the seatbelt while stealing another deep and biting kiss with your hand caught in his hair, tugging at it to tug his mouth into yours as deep as it’ll go. One of his hands settles between your thighs and you gasp, arching yourself towards it, desperate to feel more of his touch.

“As soon as I get you alone..” he promises, his lips breaking from yours as he reluctantly shuts the door on you and makes himself walk around, getting into the driver seat. As soon as he’s in the car and buckled in, his hand is between your thighs again, squeezing the insides. Massaging. You melt against the passenger seat and your breath comes in short and shaky pants. The closer he gets to your throbbing, needy sex, the more you squirm and try to rock against his hand as it wanders.

When his hand settles against, cupping you and rubbing, his hand pushing against your clothed cunt, you whine out his name. The sound of it goes straight to his cock and his hand grips the wheel tighter, knuckles paper white with strain of his grip. “Fuck.” he groans out, “You’re so warm, baby. I bet you’re dripping right now.” he bites his lip and shifts around again as the car slows to a stop beneath a red light down the block from the apartment complex he lives in. It’s a good thing too because if he gets any harder his cock is going to burst.  Just the thought of what’s about to happen sends an electric thrill racing through his entire body.

The car comes to a stop in his assigned space outside the building and he’s unfastening your seat belt. Pulling you over the center console and into his lap with his hands and mouth all over you as he bucks himself into you with reckless abandon. Your head falls back as you meet the clothed thrusts eagerly, whimpering and whining, your hands catch in his hair as his head rests against your tits and he takes several deep breaths as if trying to restrain himself all over again.

He opens the door to the car and gets out, you’re still entangled with his body, clinging to him as he carries you to his door. Your back meets the door with a soft thud and you whine when his teeth latch down on your neck leaving a mark behind that stings a little but has you dripping even more. Your legs dig against his side and your hands tangled up in his hair, tugging as his mouth crashes against your own. It’s harder than he imagined ; opening the door with one hand while the other roams your body freely, but he finally manages. He steps into his apartment and the door bangs shut softly behind him. Your back meets a well cushioned brown suede sectional in the living room with the softest rustle just seconds later and his mouth is latched onto your neck, teeth against skin with every intent on leaving a tangible mark behind that he’s been there when he’s done with you.

Your fingers catch in the bottom of his shirt and you whine and whimper as you start to tug it off his body and he’s rutting himself against your thigh as his hands slip up your shirt, the clasp of your bra coming free with one finger slipped beneath the band. Your shirt and bra wind up settled on the coffee table beside the couch you’ve been laid down on and Greg’s shirt winds up draped over the back. You both pause and laugh quietly against each other’s skin when you realize that in the rush, somehow both of you forgot to take off your shoes and now, they’re a very tangible obstacle.

Or are they?

His fingers catch in the waistband of your jeans and he leans down into you again, his mouth conquering yours. You’re unbuttoning his jeans and he’s rocking himself into you in a frenzied pace, grunts and quiet groans filling the air as each thrust of his body into yours makes you warmer, sends you into a fever pitch to meet the thrusts eagerly. He starts to tug down your jeans and underwear after dragging the tip of his thick digit over the lace design and sending a shiver through your body while he’s kissing you all over, his eyes fixed on you with equal parts of adoration and hunger.

Like he’s been wanting what’s about to happen for a while now. It’s all happening so fast and somehow, it’s not fast enough. For either of you, apparently.

Your jeans and panties are around your ankles and he untangles himself from you to let his jeans and boxers settle at his ankles. Neither of you seem to stop to think that maybe just taking your shoes off would be the thing to do, the whole scenario has this overwhelming current of here, now. Before you lose your mind. Need.

He settles himself back between your thighs and his hand circles his cock as he drags it between your folds and sends a shiver racing through your body. Your arms raise and your hands settle on those broad shoulders, your nails dig against his skin just barely. A little harder when he slips the tip in as his finger circles your clit, teasing and drawing a very loud whimper out of you. 

He settles on top of you and you whine in need as he sinks deeper. Filling you. He stops when he feels you tensing a little and while he’s letting you adjust he’s kissing you, nipping at any skin he can get his mouth on, playing with your tits as you dig your nails in against his shoulder just a little more and  your other hand fists at the cushion below your body. When you start to rock yourself against his length and he sinks in even deeper he growls and both hands grip your hips to bring you to a stop. “Easy.” he groans out against your neck, “Feels so fuckin good, kitten.” he warns as he starts to drive into you all over again. Slower. More deliberate. His hand settled between your bodies as his finger circles and strokes your clit until your stomach is coiled so tight. He laughs quietly. “Feel good, babe?” he asks, biting down on your neck again when you’re too overloaded to speak up and you’re only whimpering incoherently.

“So.” you moan out, your back arching, pushing you up into him as you meet each one of his deep thrusts with your own, “So good, ah - oh god.. Oh.. right there.” your moan is louder, it’s echoing off the walls and shattering the silence, “Greg, oh.. Mmmm.. Faster, c’mon baby.” you beg.

He obliges you and your nails drag down his back, sending a shiver racing through him as it happens. He can feel you pulse around his cock and the way your walls vise him and hold him inside have him so close to filling you up that his hips stammer and he stops to lean down into you as he crashes his mouth against your own, a biting and needy kiss that lasts long enough you’re practically breathing for each other by the end of it. “Fuck.” he groans out, “Fuck you’re takin me so well.” the wet slosh of each deep drive making him just a little more feral every time he hears the sound. “C’mon baby. C’mon.” he coaxes. “You can let go for me. Let me have it all, kitten.”

And you shatter, your orgasm leaves you shaking as it rips through you and tears you apart. You’re clinging to him and moaning, your hips frantic to try and keep up with his sped up pace and the way he buries to the hilt completely and bottoms out a time or two while you fuck yourself up and down on his cock to try and ride out your high. Your nails digging in just a little harder which leads to him, pounding you harder. Faster. Deeper.

“‘M so close. Fuck. Fuck.” he growls quietly as his hips stammer and he tries to slow down, tries to back himself away from going over the edge. “Don’t stop, fuck.” you beg breathlessly as you feel his body tense and he leans down into you much more heavily, “Baby, c’mon. Need it, I-” you clutch at the cushion and his shoulder as your heel digs into his ass when your legs wrap around him even tighter and the new angle has him striking against that one spot over and over with each sloppy thrust, “Wanna feel you, c’mon.” you beg.

His orgasm is blinding, he practically melts against you from above and his mouth buries in the space between your neck and shoulders as he’s kissing you and throbbing, his warm,thick release filling you up inside as the excess pools beneath you. You capture his face in your hands and kiss him til he can’t breathe and he bites your bottom lip.

The ringing of both your phones at once has the two of you sharing a look as the haze begins to wear away for both of you. You finally manage to grasp what you think is your phone but you quickly discover you’ve grabbed his instead when Nick Stokes asks with a shocked tone, “That you, ___?”

“Mhm. What’s up?”

“What’s up with you, hm? Is there a reason you’re answering Greggo’s phone?” Nick taunts. Greg grumbles and takes the phone and hands you your phone. And naturally, Sara is full of questions. So many questions.

You wander up behind Greg and mold yourself against his bare body and he turns to face you, wrapping his arms around. He lowers the phone and chuckles and it’s a cute and almost sheepish sound. “You know they’re going to give us so much hell…”

“And?”

His eyes light up and he bends down, pulling you up as his mouth crashes against yours.

“Can you two concentrate? Stop distracting each other. Wait til you’re off the phone, shit.” the Texan grumbles loudly on the other end of Greg’s call and on your end, Sara is just laughing. “I’ll call you back later, firefly.”

“Later, Sidle. Just like.. Not tonight. I think I’m gonna crash here tonight.”

Hearing you say it brings an even bigger grin to Greg’s face as he pulls you against him even closer. The phone calls are finally done and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Then he smirks at you. “I saw you earlier, ya know… Watching me in the shower?”

“Oh? Well I saw you too. Did you see something you liked, Sanders?”

“Plenty, kitten. And hopefully, it’s all mine now.”

You giggle and lightly swat at his chest as you look up at him and nod. “Definitely.”