#also yeah i show up to work in slippers

[dewarism]

i got my wild sweater!!!!

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hi fawn 🏞️ what do you think bau!reaction would be to early spencer reid having a really hot girlfriend when they come to his house for some reason and a girl comes to answer the door with a robe and messy hair?

There’s an incessant knocking at Spencer’s front door but the man is sound asleep beside you.

His eyelashes look soft and pretty like the rest of him and you fight hard not to brush a finger against the crush of them.

You can also see some of the marks you’d left on him the night before- purple mottling bruises along his collarbones and chest that make you smile.

Taking pity on him, you kiss his browbone and slip into one of his old shirts and shove your feet into slippers before padding out to the front door.

On the other side of the door you can make out talking, “Wonder if he’s okay?” You hear a girl say and then, “It’s Spencer, he can hold his own.” Says a male one and then there’s another male voice that says, “If he doesn’t open this door in the next second I’m kicking it in Garcia.”

So you open it, using half of the door to block your body from view.

“Morning, can I help you?” You’re vaguely aware of the fact that there’s four FBI looking agents standing before you while you’re just wearing your boyfriend’s discarded shirt and you want to flush but what can you do- it’s hardly even eight o’clock.

“Yes you can,” says a bald man, Morgan you assume from Spencer’s recounts of his friends. “Where’s Spencer, sweetheart?”

You frown, “Asleep. Do you need him for work?”

A girl in a bright orange skirt shakes her head, “Oh you’re gorgeous! Hi I’m Penelope, that’s Derek, there’s JJ, Hotch.” The man named Hotch clears his throat, giving you a tiny smile.

“We do sorry. Can you get him?” He asks politely and you nod, eyeing them all a little. They’re all looking at you like you’ve grown three heads, a mixture of shock (from Penelope and JJ), pride (from Derek) and something akin to knowing on Hotch’s face.

You’re about to shut the door to get your boyfriend when you feel him right behind you. “Spence, your friends are here,”

Derek whistles and you catch sight of the marks visible on your boyfriend and you feel a little embarrassed. “Okay pretty boy, I see you!” JJ smacks Derek who groans and laughs a little.

He kisses the crown of your head, “Sorry, angel.” He whispers, still knuckling sleep from his eyes. “I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” He says to his team who all nod.

“We’re in the SUV.” Hotch says, Penelope nods, giving you a bright smile.

“It was so nice to meet you! We have to go for drinks sometime!”

JJ laughs, “It was nice to meet you.” You nod, a little smile on your face.

Derek claps Spencer on his shoulder and gives you a nod before Spencer closes the door, you can just faintly make out, “Spencer’s got game!” As it shuts.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know they’d show up at my door.” Spencer says softly and you shrug.

“That’s your job Spence, it’s unpredictable. Can we squeeze coffee into those twenty minutes?” Spencer smiles, all tired and lovely.

“Yeah I can, let me shower first and I’ll be down for five minutes of morning coffee.”

[jupitermoontarot24]

⭐What's Your Next Glo UP?💜⭐

🤍WELCOME TO YOUR GLO UP ERA 🤍

LOADINGGG.........⭐NOW⭐ Piles 1-5

ENJOY💗

SO EXCITED FOR YOU GUYS!! 1111

Pile 1😈

Hello welcome!

You could be having a lot of good sex in the future. You could be moving or visiting a new place, traveling a lot more. You can be getting a lot of new clothes, clothes of brighter colors, a spring wardrobe or summer wardrobe. Your body could be getting more fit so you need a new wardrobe to show off your new hips, is what I heard but your whole body in general. Teeth getting whiter. Your lips could be getting bigger. Maybe you get filler, plumping or you just find a really good lip combo that enhances your lips or something. Your head hair could be growing out a lot. If you had a bob or cut it could be growing out really fast so you can end up having long hair. I feel like if you do travel it's going to be well accommodated for. I see really nice hotel rooms, robes, places where they leave you slippers, just really nice places. If you're moving to a new place I can see you starting to map out what your bedroom is going to look like, what type of furniture you want. Your eyelashes might grow a lot as well, maybe you start using a new serum or something like that. You could become hairless? You could be entering a long distance relationship and maybe that's why you're traveling so much or you move. Your boobs or pecks might start sitting higher, if you start working out your chest area. Could be getting into yoga, you might just start being more flexible. You could also be getting new makeup products weekly is what I heard for some people but you could be trying out a lot of new products. So based on this you might have a windfall of money, more consistent money coming in or you meet somebody who starts to pay for your lifestyle. Pile one your manifestations are coming in. You could have daydreamed and manifested and scripted a lot of things that maybe you didn't see coming into the 3D but it's only because they were on Divine timing. Now is the time and all of these things might come in at once and it's going to happen fast too! Let go of any fear that you've had because all things you've been thinking about are coming in. Some of you could enter into the same sex relationship. 777

I am so happy for you pile one. You really are very deserving of this! When I tell you all your manifestations are coming in I mean it. The universe is rewarding you for your patience, drive and your good deeds. Yeah you're getting elevated in status, money and body. This could even happen overnight,  that's what it feels like. I feel like your next glo up is surrounded by the fact that you believed in yourself, you believed that you were a magical being that could manifest and that's exactly what happened. So now you don't have to live in the means of other people's expectations of you because people have no idea how much power you  generate! This is not a love reading but there's about three different people that are coming in for you, I guess that's part of your next glo up. You have three options to choose from, two for some ppl. One could be same-sex, the other two could be the opposite sex whatever resonates. I think two of these people are exes and this king of Wands is new and they're going to pop up out of absolutely nowhere. These are people who've been thinking long and hard about this, could be people you haven't spoken to in months. They want to have a conversation and hash it out. Your next glo up is that you are on everyone's todo list. Three people are coming in asking for some type of commitment.

Jamie Foxx - You Changed Me (Explicit) ft. Chris Brown

Pile 2🤯

Welcome

Your next glow up could be centered around you stepping more into your feminine energy. You could also be manifesting and receiving jewelry. Your hair could also be getting longer and you might be going out a lot more at night. Maybe you get invited on dinner dates often or just out to hang out with friends. I see this happening in the summer. You could end up visiting a place that you've never been before, and staying in a really nice house or you might have been to this place but you haven't seen it like how you will see it this specific time. Maybe you stay in a better place or you have a better view of the city wherever you're at.

Elhae, Masego - My City (Official Video) - YouTube Music

This started playing soon as I said that no lie omggggggg confirmation fr. Yes, somebody might invite you out to hang out with them and they show you a different side of this place that you've never seen before. You also could be getting a tan. You could be getting your eyelashes done professionally as well as your eyebrows. Your makeup skills could be getting a lot better. I see you getting out of the house way more than you were before. I mean you might be in your masculine energy working a lot not being able to take days off but no more of that. You definitely could be meeting someone new. I see you having a lot more time on your hands you might quit your job. I see you being able to wake up and have a cup of tea, do some yoga, hang out with your friends so much more. I also see you might go through a breakup if you're dealing with somebody now you will definitely be done with them by the summertime. Something will get exposed about this person about this situation, you might already know or have a feeling but something is going to happen. Someone might come to you woman to woman if you know what I mean.

But this is good news because it allows you to move forward and meet this next person that you'll be spending time with.  I see you sleeping a lot more having relaxing days while somebody else works to provide for you. Yes I am so happy for you pile 2. I see you having good sex, looking cute, dressing cute, drinking smoking,feeling carefree, really living that summer lifestyle. Stress-free, completely being selfish. You definitely have a soulmate coming in. Be careful you could conceive with this person very easily but yeah this is your forever person coming in. They've been manifesting this for a good moment so congratulations pile 2. You could be drawn to pile 4

You are THEE ICON!!

Chxrry22 - Wasteland (Official Music Video)

Pile 3👽

Welcome

You definitely are getting an overall body glow up pile 3. I see your body getting more fit having a pop star body. I also see you having better singing skills, This is a picture of Mariah Carey so she's like one of the best vocalists we have in her prime. You could be dressing more edgier, you could also change your hair color and getting a tattoo. You can be getting recognized a lot more, maybe you start to gain a lot of followers so people recognize you in person. Your hair looks better, I don't know if you are starting to get your hair done professionally but that's what it gives. You also can start getting your makeup done professionally. I see you starting to embody this 90s 2000s  aesthetic. More natural but also seductive. Yeah I see you attracting so many people, attracting so many different opportunities. Emphasis on birds so like I said before you're singing voice can get a lot stronger. I see you starting something new. This could be your first chapter in stardom that you're entering for some. You can get recognized for your singing, I just see you brainstorming with your friends about different things so different business endeavors or different opportunities that you can now manifest into your reality instantly. I feel like nothing is out of reach for you anymore. You being famous, you being a star, you being rich these things are not crazy for you anymore they're actually in reach. I see you following your dreams, following your passions in this next glow up. Someone might come in to help you follow these dreams and provide in whatever way that you need. But I just see all these dreams that you have had since you were a child, that maybe you never told anyone about because you thought people would laugh or would think were unattainable they're happening for you! Yeah I see you being everywhere! You're definitely changing your lifestyle. You can go from broke to rich overnight. You definitely have a soulmate coming in to help you fund this, making you into a star. You are this person's Muse and they are not letting you go ever. It's like they make money off of the stuff that they create about you and then they use that money to fund you into being a star as well. Your exs are going to be so sad, so excited for you pile 3!!!! Let me get an autograph plzzz!!

Tyla - Truth or Dare (Official Music Video)

Pile 4🤠

Welcome

Your next glow up could be you moving somewhere else with your family or your family house getting an upgrade. You could be reading a lot more and receiving a lot more information about various different topics. You could be traveling a lot more. You could be doing some solo traveling or traveling with your friends to places that are more serene. You could be trying out a lot more different hairstyles too. You could start dressing more your age is what I heard so take that as it resonates. You could be receiving clothes from people, passed down clothes that are very vintage and upper echelon. You could get a revenge glow up after a break up. I see you hanging out with your family more. Learning about your family history, where you come from, how strong your lineage is. You might also find out about your soul origin and some of your past lives. I see you trying out a lot of different lip looks as well. Yeah I just see you basically becoming more grounded in other things. You could have been in a relationship for a while so you were engulfed in that but I see your next go up you being surrounded by people that you love a lot and discovering who you truly are at your soul's core aka any dropping dead weight. I see your friends coming over more, you going to hang out with them, them supporting you, giving you gifts, hyping you up and making you feel loved. You could've broken up with this person so it's not as sad? I think you may be coming to terms with the fact that you deserve better in every aspect of your life. Everyone is very supportive of you. I think you love this person but you realize that your heart is somewhere else. My right hand started itching during this so confirmation. You could be coming into Union with a twin flame or a soulmate from the past. I'm guessing that you guys learned your lessons. This person has been manifesting this and I see it happening. I see you guys making love and letting your guards down. This energy feels very weightless. Like I said you've been grounded for a minute so it's time to just float away! You could conceive with this person so be careful. That's all spirit is letting me know so good luck pile 4 you deserve it. You could be drawn to pile 2

Chxrry22 - The Falls (Official Music Video)

Pile 5📸

Welcome

Pile 5 your next go up can definitely be a relationship. This feels like true genuine love that you go to sleep dreaming about and  wake up thinking about :) This person could be from your city for some people. You can feel like this person is completely different from you and they might appear so but you guys are really meant to be  together. This person could give you a glow, you both are glowing after dating. Your hair can get longer. This person's hair can get longer as well. Your dimples could get deeper from smiling so much? lol. You guys could get a tan together maybe you spend a lot of time outdoors or going on vacations. You will definitely be cuffed this summer. This definitely feels like a summer relationship. Long nights outside with this person, long walks, stargazing and talking for hours. You can meet this person this spring and you guys get more serious in the summer. This person could be giving you jewelry. If they play a sport or something they'll have you at their games or competitions whatever resonates. You could have been single for a long time before this. You definitely could be drawn to pile one. I see you getting a completely new wardrobe. You might get rid of almost everything in your closet and start fresh. I see your room getting upgraded, you can get your dream room and I see you traveling a lot.I see you packing a bag almost every weekend to go somewhere or to do something, you'll be flying a lot. You also could be starting something with your friends? A group or organization etc. I think you and your friends are finally energetically on the same level in whatever way that resonates so it's time for you guys to start a project together. You know when all your friends are doing different things in life and sometimes you guys are unaligned because of that but it seems like you and your friends will align perfectly. You could be doing a lot of stuff so moving on planes, trains or boats lol. You can go to different Islands that you have never been before to go on a vacation. This relationship can move really fast! It gives the energy of those posts on ig that are like” I need to meet someone now so we can be on a baecation by Friday. “This person exceeds your expectations. You guys both check off all the boxes for each other. This person could ask for some type of commitment at the end of the summer. So your next glow up is you being in a relationship with someone who is established. Very attractive, gets a lot of attention and people that want them but they only want you. You guys have true love and you're going to have so much fun. This person really adores. You will be Inseparable with this person this summer, you guys could hang out all the time and be attached to hip lol. This is definitely your soulmate so good luck pile five. You have found true love, congratulations!

Jade Novah - Trip (Official Music Video)

Justin Timberlake - Summer Love (Lyrics)

[c-h-i-m-es]

gojo satoru

in which you and gojo go shopping + being proud parents of megumi

you are finishing some paperworks about your last mission when you are interrupted by the continuous ringing of your doorbell. groaning, you get out of your couch and open the door, "i told you to just press the doorbell once." you step aside to let him in.

"there's no fun in that though." he takes off his shoes and puts on his own house slippers you got for him because he is at your place more than at his own. might as well give him the extra house keys you have to him. he goes in the kitchen while you go back to your work, "what are you here for satoru?"

gojo returns back with a chilled drink in his hand, "let's go shopping." he sits next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. "can't. i have to finish this."

holding your chin, he turns your face to make you look at him, his usual playful smirk on his lips, "you know this is just a waste of time." you roll your eyes playfully at his comment and slap his hand away from your face, "still have to do it though."

you don't have to look at his face to know he has a pout on his face, "get it done in ten minutes then." he rests his head on the couch and lifts his hips a little to take his phone out of his pocket.

"why do you have to go shopping all of a sudden?" you turn your head to look at him smiling, like showing a genuine smile, "our first years are being promoted you see. so i just wanna buy them something as a congratulations."

moments like these make you remember that behind his childish and carefree mask he puts on, he really does care about the people around him.

your face lightens up and you fully turn your body to him, with a gasp, "they are? why didn't you tell me earlier?" you hit him on his arm and get off the couch, "let me get ready."

"thought you were busy." ignoring his comment, you enter your room and start getting ready.

about an hour passes and you are in gojo's car, him driving to the mall. "what should we get them?" you think of something they'll like and could be useful, "i do know what nobara would like so that is not a problem but what do the boys like?"

"if i knew that, i wouldn't have asked you to come with me." he chuckles and you act offended, "keep up with those comments and i will drop your ass alone."

he looks at you for a split second through his glasses, "like you could live without me." you look at him with a raised brow, "is that a challenge?"

"i don't know, you tell me. are you up for a challenge?" he asks in his teasing tone. you scoff, "alright, survive one week without me. i bet you'll come back begging for me."

"you're on babe. but let's get the kids something first yeah?" you don't know what to focus on. the fact that he called you 'babe' or that he called the students 'kids' like his own.

you curse at him in your head as he made you feel uneasy (flustered) with his words. you nod as look out the window, "yeah sure."

another ten minutes and you've finally reached the mall. you both walk in and immediately notice the mall having more people than normal, "woah why are there so many people?"

"right. like it's weekday. are they unemployed or what?" you chuckle at his reply and walk towards a clothing store. "let's look around and see if we find something of their choice?" you ask as you look up at gojo.

he nods at you, "sure. whatever you say." you cringe (blush) at his words and walk ahead while he follows behind you as you look through the shelves.

an hour long the shopping spree, you've bought the boys some (quite a lot) clothes they could wear out and you also got the three first years as well as yourself and gojo matching pjs so you could have pajama party later.

"i think nobara would really like this one." you let gojo smell the perfume you picked out for nobara, "what do you think?" he shrugs, "smells nice?" you shake your head, "you're really no help. tell me what do you think is better." you look around and spray on some other testers.

"i mean i love the perfume you use, but i wouldn't want kugisaki to use the same one as you." you try to hide your face from him as you look away, "why would you say that?"

he chuckles to himself, "i don't wanna remember anyone else but you when i smell that scent." you couldn't help but chuckle at his words as you look back at him, "i am gonna ignore that."

he smiles and takes another tester to spray, "it's so difficult to get kids these days something." you let out a small laugh, "you're talking like a dad satoru."

"tell me about it." he sounds proud for some reason, "i mean i was totally a father figure for megumi. do you remember that one time we went to his teacher-parent meeting and his teacher told us that we are such a happy family?"

you laugh remembering the event. gojo was not feeling like going alone so you went to megumi's school with him and the teachers as well as the parents assumed that you two were his parents and were telling you how nice of a family you three are. you also remember some moms giving you both advices on parenthood.

"yeah and i also remember you being so proud telling everyone that we were his parents." you spray another tester and finally it smells like something nobara would really like, "woah this one is really nice." gojo comes close to you, his chest touching your back as he bends a little to smell the tester you just sprayed.

"mm.. yeah it is nice. let's get this one." he looks at you and smirks as you narrow your eyes at him and softly push his face away from you, "yeah i wanna get something for myself as well."

by the time you are out of the store, you ended up buying yourself and your three boys each some perfumes as well. "this is so much fun." you giggle as gojo takes the bags from your hand. his smooth ass also taking your hands in his in the process like it isn't anything unusual and intertwines your fingers.

"we should do this often." he looks at you with a smile, making you smile as well. "but let's get some food now. i am so hungry."

you nod your head, "uh huh. we also need to buy something else for nobara." you pout as you look around to see for some store with nice clothes on display, "we got the boys clothes and perfume. i gotta buy my girl something else as well."

"we got her pajamas?" he pulls you closer to him as there are a lot of people around, but little do you know that it is just an excuse. "that doesn't count. we got 'em for everyone."

he chuckles as he shakes his head, "okay woman. let's grab a bite first, yeah?" you nod and rest your head on his arms, getting tired of all the walking, "i am so tired. but i am so excited to give these to them." you speak excitedly as you wrap your arm around his and smile, "i am so proud of them."

he smiles looking at your face, "yeah.. me too."

a/n: posted jjk for some change :P hope you liked it!

[wosemi-sama]

and the crowd went mild 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 also no chara dividers im lazy rn

these r so short id add more but im rushing rn sorry lmfao 😭😭😭

intended lowercase!

misc. obm hcs

LUCIFER

wakes up at the ass crack of dawn every single morning.

wears those old man pjs. with the long hat and fuzzy slippers and gown. you know the one.

most bitter coffee you've ever had in your life how he can drink it is astonishing.

his bed, his mattress, his pillows are all as hard as rock how does this man SLEEP.

sleeps like hes the corpse at the funeral hes that one image

MAMMON

will pull you into a headlock and call it a hug.

LEVIATHAN

guy who had mountain dew and cheeto dust in his veins instead of blood. guy who marinates in his room for two months straight. guy who- (i am immediately shot dead).

did a collab with the anti-lucifer league to create a 100k words dialuci fic to piss off lucifer (dont worry about him he got paid in anime and tsl merch).

TRULY believes he is the #1 tsl fan. and also #1 ruri fan.

wimp who VOLUNTARILY makes you cosplays if you are a cosplayer or even if you aren't. it will happen.

vtuber fan. he was like "hey i wanna be a streamer but i dont wanna show my face but i also want to be an anime boy! wait-" and now hes a vtuber.

has accidentally referred to all of his brothers as "chat" at least once. hes never recovering from that btw.

SATAN

cannot stop annotating books he reads for the life of him.

all of his books are just filled to the brim with sticky notes because all he does is annotate.

once he has a crush he will start imagining him and them in the same scenarios as the characters in romance novels he read. (loser alert!!)

sneaking a new cat into hol like once a week (he never succeeds btw).

ASMODEUS

oh boy his room REEKS of perfume and body spray.

"i sprayed my new perfume in every nook and cranny! smells so floral and elegant, don't you think?" (it smells like a bath and body works threw up.)

surprisingly plays the trumpet and BOY is he loud. bro is absolutely blasting those notes.

worst driver ever btw.

BEELZEBUB

freckles all over!! like a lot. *im not beating the insane allegations*

ate like 27 family size dorito bags, 30 dollars worth of taco bell, and four sprites in one sitting and he still hasnt recovered.

sleeps. like a lot. not as much as belphie but enough to be considered an eepy guy.

BELPHEGOR

will randomly grab every blanket and pillow he can get his hands on and make a nest in the common room if he's up to it. and then have everyone make a dog pile in it just so they can hang out and be silly.

will NOT clean it up afterwards. lucifer will tell him to and his only response will be "im tired..."

freckles like beel too i think theyre silly.

9829364 cow plushies. (theyre all from lucifer)

SOLOMON

will randomly gaslight people for no reason

"hey did you do the homework"

homework? what homework? there was homework? my, what even is homework? never heard of that.

"hey, i heard of this animal from the human world called a giraffe! can i see a picture?"

what? what's a giraffe? oh, those!! yeah, they're just myths. they're not real. purely fiction!!

yk that one post about tumblr funnyman solomon. he is a tumblr funnyman to me. he confidently posts his exploded spaghetti and gets 10k notes i think.

SIMEON

has a book club with satan and solomon. :)

probably writes oneshots of the brothers on tumblr idfk man (sorry to the simeon fans i write like nothing on this guy bro).

LUKE

bodily six ("but didnt the devs say hes ten?" shut up. /j)

along with that, also shorter than in canon. (since hes. yk. a first grader. that BOY is not five foot hes one sauce packet long dude.)

favorite store in the human world is walmart. i like to think his human world outfit is all exclusively from walmart bc thats funny i think.

DIAVOLO

hands of STEEL. he tries to grab your wrist and he nearly crushes it by accident.

ice cream!! he loves it :) his favorite is strawberry btw.

also this boy is NOT a himbo hes a smart man.

needs like a hug and some sleep and also a friend this boy works too much!!

BARBATOS

short. like really short. especially according to devildom standards since most demons are super tall.

"but isn't he six feet?" not in my heart.

somehow always making tea for some reason?? if he's not making tea then he's making pastries.

my boy does not SLEEP. hasn't slept since the sun has been birthed and doesn't plan on ever doing it.

[minihotdog]

Locked Out On Valentine's (Choose Your Ending)

(Photo Cred: @chatskaja on twitter) <3

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get locked out on Valentine's Day and have to sleep over at a certain Lt.'s flat.

C/W: Reader is dressed a little inappropriately

A/N: Never tried something like this before so I hope it buffs out. Also, super late Valentine's fic whoops

Word Count: 1k

“What do you mean he’s not available?!” You stand with your forehead against your door.

“Barrack’s manager is out on leave, he’ll be back tomorrow. Recommend you stay with a friend for now.”

“Wait! Where’s the emergency ma-” *click*

What the fuck!

You huff, banging your head against the outside of your door. Today was one of the worst days of your life. You planned a date with your boyfriend of one year only to be dumped right before you were supposed to meet up. And after bawling your eyes out decide to run out to the fountain to get back the hydration you lost.

The redness around your eyes finally went away but they were so puffy you couldn’t even see your keychain still hanging on the wall.

You’re now stuck in the middle of the hall on Valentine’s Day in a short tank top and your bedtime booty shorts hoping a soul doesn’t appear and see you with all your goods hanging out.

The barracks manager - or whoever that was - told you to find a friend. You didn’t have any here. You’d been in the unit for all of five months and they weren’t all that accepting of new people. They oozed the “prove yourself worthy of our clan” mentality. You roll your eyes just at the thought.

Ughhh. I really don’t want to.

You whine internally as you pull up Cpt. Price’s contact on your phone hoping you’re not interrupting anything.

“Sergeant y/n, what’s the purpose of your call?” He sounds annoyed. You hear a feminine voice in the background and him softly shooshing it.

“Sir! I’ve been locked out of my room and the primary barracks manager won’t be in till tomorrow. I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

“That’s unfortunate, isn’t it?” His voice strains lightly. He’s quiet for a moment and you’re unsure if you’re supposed to say something or…

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll message you soon.”

You sigh in relief. Maybe he’d contact the emergency manager and they’ll come unlock your door.

You stand with your arms crossed, back against the cold wall for what feels like forever until your phone finally buzzes.

Cpt. Price: Bld 920 Room 1208. Stay there tonight.

You’re about to flood him with questions, like: Where’s the key? Is there someone already there? Who’s room is this? But before you’re done typing he sends one last message.

Cpt. Price: I’m busy tonight with work so no need to thank me. Or call me again.

Work…? Yeah right!

The room was at least in the same building as you. Beats trekking in the snow in slippers and the ungodly attire you have on at the moment.

You make your way up the stairs cursing the base for not putting an elevator in your building. You peer at each door while wandering further down the hall.

1206… 1207… 1208!

You take a deep breath before knocking quietly.

God, I hope it’s at least a woman.

A few seconds go by before the door swings open. You stand wide-eyed. If you had less control your jaw would be on the floor too.

You stare back at your Lt. in all his glory. He stares back at you in nothing but low-hanging sweatpants. His blond hair is disheveled, the color matching the patch of hair on his bare sculpted chest. You’d seen him maskless before but from afar. He’s someone many avoided, his demeanor wasn’t exactly inviting and his wrath, from the rumors, was even worse.

The light flooding through the door frame illuminates his face enough to show the fine features up close. The scars running through his lips and cheeks only add to the stirring inside you that’s leaving you speechless. 

As you try to stop yourself from ogling him right here and now he notices your eyes popping out of your skull and softly blows air out of his nose.

Is he laughing at me?

He decides to finally break the staring contest.

“What d’you want, pet?”

You stutter a bit before getting the words out,

“I got locked out, the captain told me to come here. He didn’t tell me it was your place.”

It was his turn to let his eyes wander. His eyes rake over your tank top, your arm over your chest to conceal the fact you’re braless, your exposed stomach and shorts that barely did their job as clothes. You stand there waving your water bottle around as you speak, completely unaware of the look on his face.

A smirk pulls at one of his lips as he listens to you ramble about the barracks managers not doing their jobs. Your voice gradually gets higher the angrier you get.

“What the hell are you wearin’?” He interrupts.

“Why are you answering the door half-naked?” You shoot back.

He sneers, “You show up at my door wantin’ a place to stay and you have an attitude?” He pulls his phone from his pocket seeing a barely coherent message from Price.

“Fine. No point in arguin’, Price is probably with the missus, doesn’t want to be bothered.” He steps to the side allowing you to come in. You cautiously accept and step into the space.

His place was neat, and well-kept, more like an apartment rather than the prison they kept you in. You turn back to look at him and notice the tattoos covering the skin of his arm. He pretends not to notice you checking him out as he walks to the hallway closet and pulls out a pillow and blanket.

He hands them to you, “Is that enough or d’you need a bedtime story too?”

“Little Red Riding Hood’s my favorite, please.” You snark, as you drop the pillow and lean over to throw the blanket over the cushions. You swear you hear his breath catch in his throat but get quickly covered up by him clearing his throat.

“So… What are you up to on Valentine’s Day?” You prod hoping to learn something about the most feared individual of the unit.

“Just another day, means nothin’.” He leans against the wall behind him. You sit with your legs crossed on the almost comically large couch, probably custom-made for his giant ass. You lean on your hand and look up at him.

“Is that so?”

“What happened to that muppet you’re always moanin’ bout? Should be with him.” He tilts his head to the side.

“Nah, he’s no good. Decided he liked by friend better.” You laugh sadly. “Can’t seem to keep them this time of year. I’m too cool for it.” You try to joke but end up cringing on the inside. His chest rises with a soft chuckle.

“That right?”

“You know it.” You wink at him.

The two of you go quiet for a moment. 

He decides to break the silence.

”You want some tea, love?

*** Decision Time ***

Why not? I'm already here and he's being nice. Sure, I'll have some tea.

Or...

I don't wanna be a bother. He's already having to let me stay over. I'm gonna pass on tea.

[inoreuct]

oh oh oh oh sanji with red lipstick and her long ponytail curling over her collarbones, slightly messy after a long shift as she drops her purse on the floor. her keys clink into the dish on top of the foyer table and she kicks her heels off to collapse on the couch and light a cig because the world is so cruel to pretty girls. her bangs catch on her mascara she exhales and she rolls her head, pulling at her neck, tsking half-heartedly at a run in her stockings and yanking at her tie with one hand. cue zoro; sleepy, bleary, shuffling out of their bedroom in boxers and a crumpled, unbuttoned dress shirt that's too tight around the shoulders.

sanji sighs the smoke away as her girlfriend folds down next to her in an ungainly pile of muscle and limbs. "evening, chou."

"think you mean morning," zoro grumbles, putting whatever she’d been holding down on the table. "s'fuckin' three a.m., blondie."

"i know." she feels callused hands gently pulling the tie out of her hair, and she sinks back into the cushions as relief prickles across her scalp. "thought you'd be asleep."

her girlfriend scoffs. "oh, i was."

sanji doesn't even have time to ask then why're you awake? before something wet is being pressed to her eye, and she sputters. "mari—

"it's your micellar shit." zoro shifts closer as she wraps the soaked cotton pad around the edge of her thumb and works it into sanji's lashline. "you're dead on your damn feet. don't wanna hear you bitching about not taking your makeup off tomorrow."

sanji opens her mouth and closes it again because yeah, zoro's right; she wouldn't have bothered. she's too fucking tired. but the clogged pores and missing lashes and crusty lips the next morning would have put her in a horrid mood for the rest of the day— so she shuts up and blows out a mouthful of smoke as zoro wipes at her face.

"tough day?"

she sighs again, shoulders drooping with it. "nowhere near the toughest. but we had a guy who was an absolute bitch in charge of that event. what's the point of outsourcing a caterer if you're gonna tell their chefs how to cook?"

zoro huffs a laugh. "did you kick his ass?"

"duh. asshole made himself scarce after i nearly took his eye out with my heel."

"that's my girl."

the shudder that ripples down her spine when zoro's free hand comes up to steady her head feels like warm water, and she smiles a little at the look of concentration she knows is on her girlfriend's face. she also knows what her makeup looks like after long days, and it's hard work to get off; her eyeliner's probably gone or nearly there, lipstick smudged around the edges until it looks more like a rash (ew), eyebags showing through her concealer and mascara smeared. she doesn't bother opening her eyes when zoro grabs a fresh cotton pad to work on her other eye, strong fingertips digging into the side of her skull, and the pressure makes something tense along her nape release.

zoro's hands are rough, as always, nails filed down rudimentarily and calluses built up thick at the bases of her fingers. but when she presses the heel of her palm into sanji's jaw, it's careful— the cotton pad that drags over the corner of her mouth is precise, rubbing across her lower lip to scrub away the patchy remnants of colour. zoro's breath ghosts warm across her cheek, turning cool in the wake of gentle swathes of makeup remover, and sanji knows she's done when zoro massages the last dregs of tension from her scalp.

she brings her knees to her chest and listens to zoro's slippers shuffling away as her girlfriend throws the trash, and back again. her's cig's burned down to a stub; she smokes it until embers glow against her polished nails and then pulls herself up to grind it out in the coffee table ashtray. the couch's headrest is scratchy against her cheek as she blows the last lungful of smoke away and curls up on her side, watching zoro turn off the lights and shut the window in their kitchen before going over to pick her heels up and set them neatly by the door, hanging her purse up with their jackets on the rack.

sanji's ragdoll-limp as she's lifted, arms beneath her back and knees, head lolling onto zoro's shoulder— it's that liminal space between sleep and wakefulness, and she's slipping quickly over to one side. she doesn't fight it. why would she? even as she's set down over the cool covers, even as her slacks are peeled off and chucked over the vanity chair, she's far too comfortable. zoro undoes a few buttons, pops the clasps on her bra and pulls it off without much difficulty; sanji giggles weakly as a fleeting joke about experience flashes across her mind before it flits away.

it's dark. the blanket's pulled up over her shoulders, and she inches closer when zoro wraps an arm over her back. "i'm running out of shirts, y'know," she mumbles, thumbing at the sharp point of the pinstriped collar against her girlfriend's warm skin.

zoro fights a yawn. "sunday tomorrow. s'laundry day."

she takes a breath to reply and forgets what she had been about to say. a kiss is pressed to her forehead, and she falls asleep between one blink and the next.

(sanji wakes just past two in the afternoon, sleep crusted in her eyes and throat, hair all over the place, and hearing the dryer going. her shirt is falling off one shoulder when zoro comes in and tackles her back onto the mattress, and she settles under the covers as strong legs tangle with hers and zoro squeezes her waist with a yawn.

maybe she'll just sleep till dinner, she decides, burying her nose into soft green hair that smells of her own shampoo. instant ramen every once in a while can't hurt, anyway.)

[steddieasitgoes]

We're Talkin' Baseball

written for @steddiemicrofic January prompt: hole wc: 404 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: Steddie as Dads, Girl Dads

As far as having children who play sports go, Steve had mostly given up on the dream. 

Their oldest, Marley, gravitated in Eddie’s direction. A two-week stint in ballet was all Steve got before she was “asked not to return” after refusing to stop banging her tiny hands against the bare. The next day they traded her pink slippers in for a drum set and the rest has been history. 

Ronnie, is much the same, preferring to stay inside reading than venture into the world of sports. 

That is, until a few weeks week ago, when out of the blue over dinner she asked if they could sign her up for Little League. Steve practically raced to the signup location.

Surprisingly, Ronnie is a natural. She throws fast and hard, nearly bruising Steve’s hand the first time they play catch. She can wack the shit out of the ball and she’s not afraid to get right under one soaring through the air. 

Steve’s proud of both his girls, he is, but there’s an extra spark that ignites in him when he realizes Ronnie is athletic.  

Unfortunately, Steve is running late to the first game of the season thanks to work. He spots Eddie and Marley immediately, lounging in their chairs with their eyes focused on the baseball diamond. Panting and sweating from his sprint from the parking lot, Steve collapses into the empty seat and scans the field looking for their girl. 

She’s squatting in outfield. Wild curls spill out from her navy baseball cap, glove discarded a foot away from her as her hands are preoccupied digging in the overgrown grass. 

“What is she doing?” Steve asks, squinting into the sun as he watches her completely ignore the ball that rolls between her and the center fielder. 

“Digging a hole,” Eddie shrugs like it’s obvious. Like digging a hole is part of the great American pastime. 

“Why?” 

“She found a tuft of fur out there before the game started. Thinks there’s a nest of…” 

“Gleeps,” Marley supplies. 

“Yeah, that.” 

“Oh my god.” 

He doesn’t get it. Ronnie isn’t even the dig-around-in-holes type. She used to cry if they forgot to wipe her hands after eating a snack when she was little. And yet. 

“M’sorry sweetheart,” Eddie coos, resting a supportive hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Looks like the Munson genes of being freaks are just too strong.” 

“At least she’s having fun, I guess.” 

Author's Note: Gleeps are apparently a small creature that debut in the Herculoids TV show. They've also appeared in various comics over the years. We're going to blame Dustin for introducing them to Marley and Ronnie lmao

[dreamerwitches]

Right! Off we go off we go! Andreana and Kako. Yeah I'm still torn on this. I just think the original doppel worked really well and this one just... ruined it..? I don't think they needed to change the doppel aspects and in doing so it made it look worse. The dual blades looks too busy and kinda dumb and why is her hand up there?? I get she's reckless so she might have cut it off but still... I'm unsure about the legs either. Her whole body is a mishmash of colours and her legs are suddenly all one colour? Dunno... I'd give her a bigger book skirt, highlight the bookmarks more (yes I know the legs are probably bookmarks but moreso as a skirt) and probably give her legs more like her arms.

Oh dear Maura... why did they choose the curtain one..? Maura and Nanaka. It's... it's boring, anyone with eyes can see it's boring. I just feel like the witch takes away from everything interesting about the original. My favourite part is how dark Nanaka's inclusion is and of course, that's absent here. And even the upside down curtain was at least a little interesting but now it's just curtains hanging the regular ol' way. I feel like this witch would be way way better animated instead of just sitting there curtain-ly. They should've chosen someone else with a better doppel...

Meiyui and Delanna. Now I know why she's in a crib, she's just straight up babyish and sleep themed. I think she's fine, nothing special. The crib is fun and creepy. I kinda wish the mouths were more creepy but I guess that's just her style :T

Heidesommer and Konomi... ehhhhh this is super boring... the doppel is more fun... witch is just a mound, it looks like a pile of junk. I don't have much to say about it... doppel is better

Cendrillon and Rena. Now. I think the full witch is beautiful. The colours are so pretty, the faces are horrifying and the bird detailing is lovely. But... is it the doppel..? N-Not for me... Like, I just feel the bird theming comes out of NOWHERE. Her theme is Cinderella, where did this come from?! (actually do birds peck out the eyes of the ugly stepsisters or something in the original? Maybe, that would be a bit better) And the three legs don't do it for me. I felt the one leg to highlight the missing glass slipper works well. And the hair pieces being on the side of her body doesn't sit right with me. Neither does the tail(?) piece, looks stuck on like they were like 'oh, fuck, we forgot the fan part!' BUT. It is a beautiful witch. Do I see this doppel coming from it if it was the other way around? No Also here I included Cendrillon's brief anime appearance and it lines up pretty well! I think in the anime one the body looks more lumpy, the beak isn't as big and its missing the wings.

Zola and Kaede. Meh, disappointed. Why is she less detailed than the doppel??? But I suppose we already kinda saw what she was gonna look like anyway, I should have prepared myself... From the anime, my favourite part was her body and it just feels kinda hard to see here, like, show me those RIBS! I wanna see them! And those big ol' arms! But they're so hidden by the background and her body mehh. Plus I think the face of the doppel is weird and creepy and that's just not there in the final... Also don't like how the horns(?) just completely differ from the doppels style. They kinda look like veins but I dunno if I like them.

Also special guest... my own full witch interpretation from (i think) last years witchtober. I prefer mine thank youuu. But if I redid the witch I'd give her the doppel face, I believe I was basing mine off the anime image at the time

Let's finish on a good one! Momoko and Elfriede! Another that's super pretty, I have few complaints. The head is horrifying and I love it and the dress is still super pretty. Only gripe is I prefer the black lace to the gold gems. My biggest gripe is the fat, bloated hand at the bottom. Why..? What was wrong with the doppel's ones? I think such a slim and elegant needed something better than a hand that looks like a balloon dog. If the fingers were longer I think it would have worked better. And the floating fingies look a little dumb but thats minor

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 29 “Ripped Ripper” [Episode List] Dave’s gym is closed due to maintenance so he decides to do some working out at home. Lazy Tim doesn’t want to join him, but Dave knows how to make things more… interesting for his kinky bro.

POV: Tim

Ripped Ripper

Another lazy Sunday evening, a great reward after a busy week like the one both me and my friend/roommate Dave just had. I was in my bedroom minding my own business, reading stuff on my laptop, listening to some music: perfect pre-Monday night for a guy like me, now 30, too tired at the idea of doing something that demands a bit more commitment than, well, this. I even closed the window shutters this morning so the Sun couldn’t bother me with its very inappropriate life-bringing light.

Luckily, Dave is a fellow lazy man, so I know I have a good roommate when it comes to just chilling in silence, without even interacting, after a long week. I’ll ask if he wants pizza though, least I can do for not, well, not making up any plans for tonight.

“Babe, come here!”

Speak of the Devil.

I heard my bro from his room, next to my own. I know him, he probably didn’t even need me for anything important, as his voice had that tone he uses to mess with me (and our other buds) like the idiot prankster he sometimes can be.

“Here I come.” I replied, very maturely putting a lot of emphasis on that last word.

I… took my time to actually go on check on him, ‘cause I liked the song I was listening to. Once it was over, I managed to get up, almost tripping on my own sweatpants and slippers somehow.

I walked to his room, knocked a couple of times on the door, which was open, and looked at him with the most bored expression I could muster. 

“You rang?” 

Faint rock music was coming out of Dave’s smartphone on a desk while he was sitting on his bed. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, a pair of grey basketball shorts, and sneakers.

“Not interested.” I then said, walking back to my room.

I heard Dave laugh and then his own footsteps right behind me. He grabbed my left arm and pulled me back to his room. I didn’t fight back ‘cause I know I couldn’t; not because of Dave being strong or anything but because I knew he won’t leave me alone the whole evening.

“Not gonna let you dump me for the fourth time this week.” he said.

“I said I’m not interested.” I replied.

He let me go, sat again on his bed and looked up to me.

“No, you said you wanted to exercise.”

“…eventually!”

“You didn’t say ‘eventually’, you said ’next week’.” He got up and patted my shoulder. “Come on, give it a shot.”

I sighed, defeated, but I still wanted to slip my way out of that situation in a way or another.

“I already tried the gym with you once and I got bored pretty quickly.”

“Oh shut up, you stopped showing up because you were too busy crushing on that hot guy, so much so you got too afraid to work in with him.”

I looked at him with a puzzled look, pretending to have no idea of what was he talking about.

“Also I’m way hotter than him and I’m very offended by your poor taste.” he joked.

I rolled my eyes in response, even though, yeah, I do think Dave is quite hot, regardless of my kink obviously.

“Look.” I said. “I just don’t feel like it today, I hav-“

“I have to work tomorrow” he completed my sentence, also doing a very poor imitation of my voice. “So do I, man. It’s not even 4:00 PM. The Sun’s still up. Do you even look outside of your window sometimes?”

I literally shook my head in disbelief.

“Wait, what?”

I sincerely thought it was, like, almost dinner time. Maybe Dave’s got a point, after all.

“…maybe you’re right.”

I noticed a small exercise mat on the floor by Dave’s bed; I simply sat there, waiting for my friend’s instruction.

“Alright, lead me to a healthy life of wellness where I don’t trip on my own slippers.”

“Well you’re in the wrong place!” Dave excitedly said, in a bit of self-irony since he’s not super fit himself, but he’s better than me at this no doubt.

The room was big enough so the two of us could lie on the floor. He pretty much lied on his back next to me as a way to “guide” me through the first exercise, one I was actually familiar with: crunches.

“Should I do some warm-up first?” I asked.

“Yeah, you should have, but since you’re right here just… give it a shot. It’s not like you’re gonna die.” He placed his hands on the back of his own head, starting the exercise. “…I think.”

Even though the fact that I’m into farts and that my friend right here constantly blasts me should be the most embarrassing thing about myself, my performance during this first, relatively easy exercise was definitely more painful to watch: I couldn’t even finish a set (around 20 crunches), while Dave was humiliating me. I struggled so much and felt pain in my chest for some reason; I was already sweating and panting.

Not even 5 minutes in and I already wanted to quit.

“Yeah.” I managed to say, lying on my back, as my bro kept crunchin’. “Not my cup of tea.”

“The hardest part is getting started.” he commented.

“Wow. Thanks Master.” I replied, sarcastically.

He stopped mid-crunch, and turned to me, looking me at funny.

“Tim, blasting you with my farts doesn’t make me your Master.” he said, with a mocking tone.

I instantly sat back up as if I woke up from a nightmare. 

“What the fuck.” I turned to him, as he resumed doing his crunches. “Where did that come from?!”

“It’s fine bro.” he kept teasing me. “You can keep calling me ‘Dave’ if that’s fine for you.” he laughed.

Hearing my straight friend just casually making references to my fart kink, let alone the fact that he constantly face-farts me, will always be wild to me, like a fever dream. And also insanely hot, dammit.

“Is this because I suck at doing crunches?” I asked, not very politely.

“No, it’s because you’re already giving up.” 

“It’s just…” I sighed. “That’s just my thing bro, sorry. But thanks for trying to help, really.”

I lied on my back again, defeated, as Dave kept exercising. I could sense my friend looking at me, probably with his usual smirk, completely unfazed by me moping around, exhausted.

“Well… maybe I can do something to make things a bit more interesting for your lazy ass.” I heard him say, finally breaking the silence.

A silence that soon became a distant memory as the sound of Dave’s sudden, loud fart shook the entire room, easily surpassing the faint rock music coming from his phone. I’m used to my bro’s blasts and trust me, they are almost always loud, but this one felt even stronger somehow. It was also, but that goes without saying, long, like 9 seconds long. 

As ridiculous as I may sound… I had to see it. 

I sat back up one more time so I could get a good view and I saw Dave still lying on his back, one leg up to ease the blast out. How the grey fabric of his basketball shorts could endure that stream of gas is a mystery to me. His eyes were closed: he had the facial expression of someone surprisingly struggling to keep that blast going, a sign that he was holding that gas in for a while, which is unusual ‘cause my friend usually can rip monstrously long and loud blast with relative low effort.

Whether the case… that was a very hot sight, the tent I pitched in my sweatpants being the undeniable proof.

As the fart kept going, Dave lifted his left leg even more, as if there was a recoil, making it even louder.

The fart lasted around 14 seconds and my friend let out a quick sigh of relief as he ripped one last toot out. That sounded (and looked) more exhausting than me trying to do crunches.

The teasing bastard winked at me, ‘cause he knows how to press all the right buttons of my fetish.

“You know what I’m capable of…” he said. “Now imagine my skills, like, powered up by protein shakes.” he laughed and let another loud, but shorter (around 3 seconds) toot out to prove it, not that he needed to, as his farting skills are always jaw-dropping.

Still, he’s a teasing bastard.

The scent of his ass polluting the room reached my nose and I coughed a bit for how rancid that was.

“Are you seriously… bribing me with farts?” that’s a sentence I just said, fuck my life.

“Maybe.” another quick toot followed. “Is it working?”

“I’m going to punch you.” 

“Can’t finish a set of crunches and he wants to punch me.” he laughed. “Pissing you off is so easy bro.”

“I’m not pissed off.�� I wanted to clarify. “You… you’re just making me hard.”

Even though Dave knows about my kink and fully accepted me, I still have a hard time letting him know that his farting skills (and teasing, nonetheless) never fail to give me a massive boner.

Dave looked at me funny, faking a serious expression. Then let out another loud rip in response, around 4 seconds long. Why do I even worry…

“Of course.” I simply said, too embarrassed to even look at him though.

As usual, he didn’t care, and only found my awkwardness hilarious. Disgustingly hilarious.

“It’s fine… at least you tried.” he then said. “We’ll give it another shot tomorrow.” 

I turned to him, appreciating the encouraging words.

“Still.” he said, adjusting his position. “I’m still gonna need a spotter to count those.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, without thinking. “I can do that.”

He let out an evil cackle in response, with that smug, hot smirk drawn on his face.

“So, what are we counting? Pushups? Crunches? Stars?”

I remained seated on the floor as Dave stood up, easily towering over me. He looked down to me and I, silly me, realised too late where this was going, even though I should have known.

“Who said anything about pushups and crunches?”

My gassy friend turned around and, simply put, sat full weight on my head as if it was a stool, his very gentle way to force me to lie down, with yet another loud toot thrown into the mix for good measure, one that I could properly smell this time.

The protein shakes are a powerful fuel and the scent reminded me of rotten eggs, which made me cough again as I lied down, letting my bro’s ass crush me.

However, that didn’t happen, not as violently as I expected at least. Dave’s ass was actually hovering only inches from my face; he could easily simply sit on me and let his ass roar but for some reason he didn’t.

“One.” I heard Dave say.

A fart quickly followed, loud, high pitched and wet-ish. I had to close my eyes as I literally felt the rancid gas erupting on my face, the thin grey fabric of Dave’s basketball shorts being the only thing separating me from his raging anus.

After a couple of seconds, the fart ended, and my bro got back up, but he wasn’t done at all. He let me took some breaths of (relatively) fresh air, only to bend his knees again mere moments later.

He was squatting over my face, basically, his ass barely tickling the tip of my nose.

“Two.”

Yet another impressive fart, the stench adding up to what was left of the previous one. Things were already getting too exhausting even for my trained nostrils: this is why I should never leave my room again.

But as much as I could “hate” what was happening, as Dave’s ass roared all over my face, my boner only got harder. My bro is not the hottest man in the world but he is quite hot and having a guy like him blasting me so effortlessly, no strings attached, will never cease to amaze me. 

I was definitely enjoying the sound more than the smell however, which made me feel like I was drowning in a sewer.

“What the fuck did you put in that protein shake, man?!”

I managed to ask, my voice being almost nothing compared to the loudness of the fart Dave was still ripping all over me. However, he did hear me, as his ass “bounced” a bit over my nose, a sign that he was laughing like the jerk bully he sometimes can be.

After a total of 12 seconds I was greeted with newfound silence and my bro got up, but before I could do or say anything or, you know, breathe, he squatted again.

“Three.”

Another loud rip, this time shorter, about 4 seconds, but still extremely dangerous stench-wise. Also, those were getting wetter and wetter. The sweat dampening Dave’s asscrack through his grey shorts didn’t help at all and only made the fart wetter and the stench stronger.

My bro’s ass went silent and I quickly asked a simple question.

“How many squats are you planning to do exactly?”

Dave laughed in response, as usual. “You tell me, it’s leg day.”

The second part of his answer was him squatting again on my face, this time making sure to crush my skull. He then made sure to shove down my throat and nostrils another powerful, protein shake-powered blast.

A wet one, a fully wet one, but Dave was a pro, so I knew it was just very nasty gas. Still, a good challenge to test the limits of my already disgusting kink. The blast was so powerful it made droplets of sweat from his ass rain all over my face: whether Dave was sweating because of the squats or the endeavor of pushing such big farts out I shall never know.

What I did know, is that after 9 seconds, Dave got up again, and at this point I couldn’t even remember what pure oxygen tasted like as not only my face, but the entire room was now basically engulfed with gas.

Dave instead, towering over me, proudly took a deep breath, showing off his muscles (which wasn’t a lot, but he definitely looked ripped when compared to me) and then stared down at his victim.

“And you wanted to quit.” he stated.

I couldn’t even come up with a proper comeback because his ass was already in my mouth, hastily erupting yet another fart, one I could actually taste.

He kept squatting on my face, repeatedly, each time ripping a fart, a loud wet rip, each time sweating more and more. My friend was wearing a pair of grey basketballs shorts but all of that sweat made his asscrack completely visible, basically proving he went commando for some reason, which also meant that there was basically nothing between me and the sheer force of Dave’s anus.

My bro farted so many times in my face over the last months I couldn’t even count it, but things rarely got this… filthy.

I got my face soaked wet in sweat which wasn’t even mine, but rather from Dave’s ass, fart-scented and fart-flavoured sweat; kink or not, my limits were being tested here.

And apparently, Dave’s job is completely ignoring such limits.

For his 20th and final squat, he just completely sat on my face, spreading his legs wide, so my nose could easily fit in his sweaty, ripe asscrack. He wiggled his ass as if he was wiping the sweat off of it using my face, and then I felt him push.

Bubbles, that’s how I can describe it. That display of flatulence was as wet and disgusting as you imagine, a mix of gas and sweat engulfing my nose and nostrils, making my entire head shake, so rancid I could smell it without even breathing in. 

The fart was so thick I could taste it and my eyes were burning for all that gas.

I feared that Dave’s limit were also being tested here, given how wet that fart was; but no, it was just terrible, terrible air coming out from his sweaty ass.

After almost 20 seconds of torture, I was done.

The sewer comparison I made before was now in full effect: truth to be told, I couldn’t take it anymore, I was drowning, suffocating, and I wanted to get out of there, I needed air, like actual air, oxygen.

Mustering all the strength I have in what passes for “muscles” in my arms, I managed, not without struggle, to actually push Dave’s roaring ass away from my face, which actually surprised him as he tripped over.

I coughed my way to freedom and took deep long breaths. The air in the room was still filthy but it felt like pure fresh air compared to the source, the depths of my friend’s ass who, in the meantime, actually stopped farting. I remained there, lying down, wondering how I could even survive those blasts.

Despite being disgusted, pre-cum leaked from the tip of my hard cock, so I guess this wasn’t beyond my limits after all. 

As I kept trying to clean my nostrils by taking more deep breaths, I heard Dave, lying next to me just like before, slow clapping, as if he was some kind of villain of a heist movie being (falsely) impressed by the heroes.

I scolded him with an annoyed glare. “What the fuck are you doing now?”

“Not bad for a first day, huh?” he simply said, with a smirk. “You managed to lift me, that’s impressive.”

“Those were my survival instincts kicking in.” I remarked.

I lied down, exhausted, staring at the ceiling, Dave doing the same. I could once again hear the faint rock music coming from his phone on the desk: good, I was afraid today’s ass-thunders made me deaf.

“I wanna try again tomorrow.” I admitted. “No farts though.” I quickly added.

He laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

We remained silent for a few moments, as I tried to ignore the massive boner I still had.

“Look at us.” Dave said. “Covered in sweat, panting. It’s like we just had sex.” he joked.

“You wish.” I replied.

A few more moments of silence, a silence that Dave broke one last time by doing a deft leg-lift to rip a quick, loud, wet toot.

“Told ya it’s leg day.”

The End

[sailor-aviator]

Til the Summer Comes Again: Chapter Two

Til the Summer Comes Again: Chapter Two

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'" — Lewis Carrol

Summary: Bob was a winter spirit who loved what he did. He loved making individual snowflakes. He loved the way the snow sparkled in the winter sun. He loved the laughter his creations brought to people around the world. What he didn't expect, was to fall in love with a human girl from a small town. He has until the summer comes again for her to reciprocate his feelings if he wants to remain on earth, but will the shadows that haunt her get in the way of happily ever after? (JackFrost! AU)

Trigger Warnings: Talk of helplessness, Nightmares, Death of a loved one, Secrets, Allusions to depression. I think that's it.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Things should start picking up now that these two have met! Stay tuned for more! Be sure to join the tag list too if you haven't already so you don't miss out on any updates! I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts, and stay tuned for an exciting little announcement. As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where all of my works will also be published! If you enjoy my work, please consider sending me a tip!

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You awoke the next morning to a familiar, not unpleasant stillness. The morning sun crept through your curtains, casting everything in a light blue glow. You stirred underneath your mountain of blankets, the chill of the morning air kissing your cheeks and beckoning you back to the land of the waking. You blinked your eyes open slowly, watching as the light turned from cool blue to stunning gold as the sun peaked over the horizon.

Stretching, you let out an amused hum as your cat, Harlow, let out a cry of protest from his spot behind your legs. The long-haired, black cat blinked at you lazily when you peered down at him with a soft smile.

“It’s time to get up,” you told him, your voice still raspy from sleep. “It’s time to face the day.”

Harlow let out another cry before moving to snuggle back into you. You chuckled, shaking your head and moving, earning a grumble from the cat.

“Yeah, I know,” you said, rolling your eyes. “But some of us have things to do and people to meet. You can go back to sleep though.”

Harlow huffed, repositioning himself before falling back asleep. You rolled your eyes, already moving to get up out of the warm nest of blankets. Sucking in a breath of air at the cold hardwood under your feet, you quickly put on your slippers before padding over to the window. The snow had fallen through most of the night, the pristine snow only disturbed by the winter birds that hopped around your neighbor’s bird feeder. Sighing, you turned to walk out of your room and down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house had belonged to your grandparents up until about two years ago when your grandfather had passed. Your grandmother had taken the loss hard, deciding to move in with your aunt down in Florida not too long after, and your father had gotten a job in Chicago a few years prior to that, your parents moving out and leaving your beloved childhood home. The house stood vacant until a couple of months later when you had moved back to your hometown from New York, your tail tucked between your legs.

There were still reminders of your grandfather everywhere you looked. The cabinet where he kept his collection of pipes was the one no one could bring themselves to clean out and pack away. You remembered the summers spent sitting outside or running around chasing the fireflies. You would catch them, running up to your grandfather to show him your prize, and he’d sit you on his lap with a chuckle. He’d offered to let you try a puff of his pipe once, the wooden bowl nestled in your tiny hand as you blew more out than in. The embers of the tobacco would glow in the darkness of the setting sun, and for a second you believed that that was what it was like to be a dragon — something strong and untouchable.

And that’s what your grandfather had appeared to be to you. Strong and untouchable, that is. He was a strong, stoic man, but the love in his heart was plain as day to all those who knew him. But that strong force was no longer here, and you were left everyday with reminders of what life once was. You frowned, feeling the sadness well up within you, feeling a cloud of darkness surround you as you allowed yourself to wallow in that feeling and entertaining the “what ifs?” The black cloud seemed to grow more and more intense, seeming to almost caress you as you spiraled.

Your phone lit up with a text notification, and just as suddenly as the cloud had appeared, it was gone. You reached for your phone, unlocking it to see that the message was from Nat.

Breakfast today?

I’ll buy :)

You smiled, thankful for your friend. Firing off a succession of texts to solidify plans, you turned back towards your room to get ready. You saw the flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned, you saw nothing. You shook off the odd experience as a trick of the light, but you just couldn’t seem to shake the all too familiar feeling of being watched.

The cafe was surprisingly crowded for so early on a Saturday, but you and Nat had been able to snag your favorite table over by the window.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” she laughed as the two of you settled. You shook your head at her with a grin.

“I just saw you a couple of days ago.”

“And it’s been too long!” She countered, reaching across the table to grab your hands in hers. “Besides, the guys were there, and while I love them to death, sometimes we just need girl time, you know?”

“Yeah, those two are something else,” you chuckled with a grin.

“How have you been, seriously?” She asked, giving your hand a light squeeze. “You look exhausted. Is everything okay?”

You didn’t want her to know about the nightmares you’ve been having. The confusing twists and turns as you ran in a dark maze as something or someone chased you. Always waking up right as they grab you. You had had similar dreams when you were younger, but they had grown worse as you got older. Now, they were becoming so real, and a part of you was starting to wonder if whatever it was chasing you in your dream might actually hurt you. You knew it was ridiculous, really you did, but no matter how many times you told yourself you were being childish, that the boogeyman wasn’t real or out to get you, the nightmares still woke you up in the middle of the night from a dead sleep. You hadn’t told anyone about them, worried they would label you as crazy or laugh in your face about your fears. So, you kept the secret close to your chest, pushing the terror from your mind as you continued on day by day. You wouldn’t tell Natasha about them, no matter how much you wanted to. She was worried enough as it was.

“I’m fine!” You chirped, taking a sip from your tea, the warm liquid serving to soothe some of your nerves. “I’ve just been working at the bookshop. There’s not much else to it.”

Natasha hummed, studying you with a curious expression. “You haven’t taken up any hobbies?”

“Not if you don’t count reading as a hobby,” you joked, earning a frown.

“You need to get out more,” she sighed, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. “Put yourself back out there. I know what happened was hard on you, but you can’t wallow in self pity forever, SP. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to see you give up. You’re too young for that!”

“Nat, I know you care,” you said, fingers stroking the rim of your mug, “and I’m happy that you’re thinking about me. But, I just need a little more time to figure out what it is that I want now. I spent my whole life thinking one thing, and now I’m having to start completely over.”

“You don’t have to, you know,” she countered, giving you a pointed look. “You could still dance, Sugar.”

You shook your head. “No, I…It’s too much for me right now, Nat. I need to take a break from that world. I’m content for right now.”

“Sugar Plum,” she trailed off, biting at her bottom as she looked at you. Finally, she let out a sigh, shifting in her seat. “Alright, fine. Now, tell me all about that cute book clerk you work with.”

“Who?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. Natasha wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip from her coffee.

“You know, the cute one! The one with the pretty brown eyes.”

“Javy?” You laughed, looking at her with a grin. “You have a crush on Javy?”

“It’s not a crush,” she scowled. “I’d have to know him for it to be a crush. No, it’s…it’s a lust at first sight situation.”

“Sure,” you smirked, giving her a knowing look. “Well, he’s single. Or at least, I think he is. I’ve never seen anyone come in asking about any of them, now that I think about it.”

“You haven’t?” She asked. “What about outside of the shop.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them outside the shop, now that you mention it,” you hummed, trying to think of a time to the contrary.

“Old man Maverick must keep them pretty busy if you can’t think of a single time you’ve seen them outside of the shop,” she chuckled.

“He’s not that old,” you rolled your eyes, smiling. “Anyway, he was kind enough to give me a job at the shop, and I like it there. Sure, there have been some weird things here and there, but it’s not like anything crazy has happened.”

“What do you mean ‘weird?’” She frowned. You grimaced with a shrug.

“I mean, there have been odd occurrances, but it’s nothing to be worried about, really. They’re just an interesting group of guys. I think you’d really like them, actually.”

“Alright, well,” she paused, “if you’re sure. And tell me if anything changes, alright?”

You nodded, and she let out a breath before giving you a smile.

“Now tell me all I need to know about Javy.”

You hurried to unlock the front door of the shop, the cold of the winter day creeping through your layers and towards your skin. The bell above the door rang out as you stepped through, shoving the heavy, wooden door closed behind you as you knocked the snow off your feet against the welcome mat. You stripped yourself of your winter wear as you made your way towards the counter, the stillness of the shop a comfort to your sense. You hadn’t told Natasha, but the shop was the only place in town where you felt a sense of peace, like something about the building chased the dark thoughts and energy away.

You flipped on the electric kettle as you rounded the counter, firing up the ancient desktop computer that you had been dropping less than subtle hints to Maverick about replacing. The old computer groaned to life as you readied your favorite mug with a tea bag, the kettle quickly heating the water inside to a boil.

You turned to grab the kettle, jumping when you saw a figure standing at the door that led to the back room. The man was around your age and tall. So tall, you had to tilt your head back a little bit to see all of him. He was handsome with dark, blond hair that curled at his forehead, and eyes so blue that they reminded you of the ocean. His eyes raked over you, lips twitching at the corners as if he was holding back a smile.

“Oh!” You cried out, clutching the mug close to your chest as you stared at him. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“SP?” Asked Maverick as he appeared just behind the man, looking between the two of you. “I see you’ve met Bob.”

“Bob?” You questioned, glancing at the younger man who still stared at you.

“Yes,” Maverick smiled, placing a hand on Bob’s shoulder. “Bob is my nephew. He’s going to be staying with me for the time being.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Bob smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake. His voice had a rich timbre, the sound making your cheeks warm as you shook his hand. You let out another gasp at the tingle that ran up your skin, quickly dropping his hand and offering him an awkward smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you murmured.

“I thought you could show him around the bookshop today,” Maverick hummed, glancing between the two of you with a muted smile. “Show him the ropes of how to run the shop.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Yes, I can do that. Is there anything specific that you’d like me to show him?”

“No,” Maverick smiled. “Just the basics. I’ll be in the back for the day if you need anything.”

And without waiting for a response, he turned and walked back through the door, leaving you and Bob alone behind the counter. You sighed, fighting to keep yourself from rolling your eyes as you set your mug down on the back counter. You turned to Bob with a smile, noting how the apples of his cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you did so.

“Do you actually go by Bob?” You asked him, arching an eyebrow. He blinked at you, swallowing before answering.

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “You can call me Sugar Plum or SP. Everyone else around here does. Come on, I’ll show you around the place.”

You grabbed his hand before he could say anything, leading him out from around the counter. You tried not to focus on the way his hand felt in yours or how good he smelled as you passed by him.

You might be in trouble.

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[lou-struck]

Snow-Covered Slippers

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 3

W.C: 1.6k

~Bakugo's frosty winter morning with you is interrupted when you bring a guest into your home.

It’s one of those rare, cozy winter mornings with Katsuki. Your living room windows are covered in last night’s frost as you sit cross-legged on the couch watching some morning talk show. The host is learning how to make a delicious-looking maple glaze salmon dish.

You make a mental note to save that recipe for later by slipping it into your boyfriend’s recipe binder so he can make it for you.

“I know that look, you’re up to no good aren’t you?” Katsuki asks, pulling you from your thoughts with a steaming cup of coffee. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. 

Like Home

Like Him

“thank you,” you hum, blowing on the west of steam before taking a tentative sip. You tiredly sigh into the drink. It tastes like heaven, and you look up at the Blond in thankful wonder. Coffee always tastes better to you when someone else makes it. And he knows it. It only takes him a few minutes to do, but it’s one of the easiest ways he can think of to remind you just how much he cares. Especially since he’s not too fond of the mushy stuff. 

“You should make me that.” You giggle, pointing out the recipe on the screen.

His eyes narrow as he reads the description. “I can make you something way better than that babe,” he scoffs. 

You raise a brow. “Can you really?”

“Hell yeah, I can,” he smirks. Knowing that he had fallen for your very obvious dinner-related plot.

You are interrupted by the knocking on your front door. A happy smile appears on your face as you set your coffee cup down and spring up from the sofa.

 “Huh, what’s Shitty Hair’s car doing out front?” Katsuki asks as your fuzzy socks pad across the hardwood floors.

“You’ll see.” Open the door to see the familiar-looking redhead. Little flakes of snow stand out against the brilliant red shade of his hair, and you notice he is wearing his winter Hero Costume and clutching a tiny black and gray pitbull puppy that wiggles in his gentle yet firm grip as it tries to get closer to you. 

You smile brilliantly as you see the puppy. “You brought my Godson!”

He greets you with a smile full of pointy teeth. “Hey y/n. Thank you guys so much for helping me out with Rocky.”

“Who the hell is Rocky?” Bakugou grumbles, rounding the corner. Stopping in his tracks when he sees the little dog in his friend’s arms. The last time the two of you had dog-sat, he was tormented by your neighbor’s teleporting puppy. So you know this is messing with him.

“Hey, Bakubro,” the redhead beams, looking at his bestie. “I got called in to work at the last minute and didn’t have time to drop Rocky off at his doggy daycare so y/n said you guys would watch him for a few hours.”

Upon hearing your name, Katsuki turns and looks at you with a look of betrayal on his face. “When the hell were you gonna tell me about this?” He asks. 

You go up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Your version of an apology, even though your words say otherwise. “I wasn’t.”

“Why, you little-” he starts to growl, and you ignore him, turning your attention back to the poor Hero, who is still standing out in the cold. He’s too polite to say anything to you, but you can tell that he’s not just cold but also stressed about the time.

“Hey, don’t worry. Rocky is in good hands,” you say, holding out your arms to take the little guy. He squirms in Kiri’s grip, trying to get closer to this new, good-smelling person while letting out the most adorable little yips. 

The Hero looks relieved and, with a sigh, hands the little dog over to you. His paws press against your chest as his little pink tongue gives you a little lick on the cheek. You can’t help but notice that these little paws may seem little to you right now but are far too big for his tiny body. Rocky is going to be huge.

“I’m glad to see he’s in good hands.” Kirishima smiles, taking one less look at his smartwatch, frowning when he reads the time. “I really gotta go, but thank you guys so much. I’ll bring food over when I’m done.”

He turns and walks away, his clunky boots nearly slipping down your snowy driveway as your boyfriend calls after him. “We don’t want your food, Shitty Hair. And stay off my grass. I can see your footprints in the snow.”

“See you later, Grandpa.” The redhead laughs, climbing into his truck and pulling out of your driveway before the blonde can chase after him in his plaid bathrobe. 

You hold the puppy happily, using your nails to scratch behind his little ears. “Hi Rocky,” you murmur, turning away from the cold door and heading back to your couch and setting him down on your hardwood floor. Thoroughly entertained as he runs around, too short to actually jump onto any of the furniture. 

“He’s so cute.” you gush as Katsuki walks back into the room. Immediately, without fear, the puppy creeps up to your boyfriend’s slippered feet, trying to play with the slightly fuzzy decals.

“What are you lookin’ at?” he grumbles, pulling his slippers away from the dog. You think this is a great opportunity to bring out one of the puppy-safe chew toys you had purchased for your godson the day Kirishima had rescued the little guy.

You toss it on the floor and Rocky gives it a little sniff before pouncing on the little carrot dude. His little teeth are not strong enough to damage the guy but you watch in fascination as he drags his new friend around your living room proudly. 

“If that thing pees on anything, I’m blasting him into next year.” Bakugou tsks, narrowing his eyes at the puppy who hasn’t done anything to him at all except steal your attention away from the secretary-clingy Blond. 

“That’s my godson you’re threatening there Katsuki.” You say seriously trying to think what little ole you can do to threaten the Hero convincingly. “Do that, and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

“You’d miss me too much,” he smirks, stepping closer to you. 

You hear Rocky’s little footsteps pad past you, but when you turn to see where he has gone, Katsuki tilts your head back towards him to pettily steal your attention with a kiss. You kiss him back shamelessly, losing any backbone you had the second his lips meet your own. 

He pulls back, and you can tell that he is more than proud of his ability to distract you from the puppy.

Puppy?

Shit…

You look around the room but don’t see the little dude or his Plush Carrot buddy anywhere. “Katsuki?” you ask with wide eyes. “Where the HELL is Rocky?”

He looks around quickly, worry etched onto his model-like features. He may have been jealous, but he would truly hate if anything were to happen to his best friend’s dog. “He’s gotta be somewhere around here. He’s too short to climb upstairs.” 

Nodding at his words, you silently agree as you slowly walk through your home. Looking for any sign of your little house guest. Silently cursing at yourself for managing to lose the little guy less than fifteen minutes after he was dropped off. 

What kind of godparent are you?

“Shit.” you hear Katsuki yell. Your feet slide across the hardwood flooring as you rush over toward the sounds. Right away, you notice Three things.

First, your front door is wide open. Hinges creaking slightly in the wind as it opens wider and wider. 

The Second, Mr. Carrot laying outside on your little porch. 

And the Third. Rocky happily frolicking through your snow-covered lawn towards the road.

You start to move, but your boyfriend is quicker. In a flash, Katsuki, in his slippers and robe, sprints out the door with fighting speed. He stumbles on the slippery surface and his slippers furiously kick up snow as he barrels towards Rocky. The Pup is too focused on catching snowflakes on his tongue he doesn’t realize he is getting closer and closer to oncoming traffic. 

“Gotcha,” Katsuki huffs, grabbing the little guy surprisingly gently and holding him close to him. A few cars pass by. An ominous message as to what could’ve been. Katsuki sees this, too, and holds the puppy just a bit close to his chest as he makes his way back inside. His robe and slippers are completely soaked from the snow, as he shrugs them off. You try to shut the door, but there appears to be a loose fixture that requires a bit more of a push than normal. It must be how Rocky was able to get out in the first place. 

“Is he okay?” you ask worriedly, reaching out to gently pet the dog’s snow-speckled ears. He still looks just as happy as before, so you feel way less concerned as Katsuki hands him to you. And he goes back to snuggling up to you. 

“We gotta get that door fixed.” he mumbles, “That was close.”

“Too close, you say, setting him back on the ground. He continues on with his exploration of the house as if he wasn’t in danger minutes ago. “Rocky goes up to the snow-covered slippers and gives them a curious sniff. His little brown nose inhales a clump of snow, and he runs away from the sensation, sniffling adorably. 

You giggle and see the soft smile on Katsuki’s face. “At least you don’t have to worry about him chewing up your slippers today.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

[alwaysteveswife]

Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Read the summary here, it's much more complete, but, in a nutshell, it's about Steve and you meeting for the first time in a movie theater on Valentine's Day 💕.

Warnings: Fluff, Model! Steve, Designer! Reader.

Words: 1.9k

You brought your hands to your lips, sighing over them to warm them. People walked briskly by your sides, some even bumping into your shoulder, apologizing in hushed tones. Signs with red and pink hearts filled every place, from food businesses to clothing and lingerie stores.

And in the midst of that was you, with your downcast countenance, watching some men enter the stores with a smile of excitement, and women, with flushed cheeks as they left a clothing or chocolate store. You couldn't lie, you felt a little envious, but what could you do besides watching those people being happy with their partners?

Your cell phone rang, making you come out of your little cloud of depression and singleness. The number was Alex's, your best friend. You answered almost the second after she dialed.

"Did you get to the movies yet?" Alex said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm close" you smiled, stopping your step as you saw the large Cinemark sign. You were happy to at least be able to enjoy a horror movie with your best friend, "Why do you ask? are you going to be late?"

Alex sighed heavily, something that made your stomach clench and your nerves make you nauseous. You knew that sigh so well.

"No, not exactly," a noise in the background along with a man's laughter only confirmed your suspicions, "Eddie came as a surprise, you know, for Valentine's Day."

"Oh" you said quietly, your smile fading almost as quickly as it had appeared. Alex and Eddie had been dating for about 10 years, lived through a lot together and always leaned on each other. You admired them, too much. Neither had much time for the other, Alex was a surgeon and Eddie had a band that became incredibly famous in the late 80s.

You didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone, but you also didn't plan to put your happiness above your best friend's, so, taking a big breath of fresh air, you responded.

"I'm glad he was able to come see you today" you tried to sound as cheerful as possible, because you were actually very happy for them. "You should stay with him, you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Alex blew out the air she had built up. You couldn't help but smile at that, she really was a great friend.

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up for, I love seeing you happy, you're like, I don't know, my favorite couple in the world" you let out a laugh as you heard Eddie shout that you were his second favorite girl in the world, "I gotta go, the show starts in a few minutes."

"Enjoy the movie for me, okay?"

"I will, don't worry" you kept up your pace, walking into the movie theater a little more down than before, but not taking the smile off your face, "Bye."

Steve turned off the alarm clock beside him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He glued his gaze to the spotless ceiling of the hotel room he was staying in for the weekend.

"You awake already?" muttered Eddie, standing in front of a full-length mirror, his hands working deftly through his hair. He was seeing Alex again today after an entire season out of the country.

"Yeah, I see you too" he sat up in bed, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks a little too slowly. Eddie couldn't help but smile mischievously at the sight of him.

"What? you have no one to spend this wonderful day with?" as he teased Steve, he picked up his perfume and poured it on too much. Steve wasn't happy about it, that one in particular was too expensive for him to wear like that.

"Shut the fuck up" he stood up at last, stretching his arms above his head. He hid his feet in his soft cotton slippers, walking lazily to the dining room.

Hundreds of papers were lying on the kitchen counter, all with Steve as the addressee. After his last job, many well-known fashion brands wanted him for their advertising.

He ignored them all, too tired to pay attention to them. He kept walking until he reached the spacious kitchen. His stomach growled in protest.

"I left a slice of pizza from last night lying around" Eddie shouted as he ran for the front door, "I'm going to Alex's house, don't wait for me, I don't think I'll make it."

"Just beat it" he said jokingly, pulling out a bottle of milk and taking a big gulp of it. He had to take care of his physique, much to his bad luck.

The door slammed shut, leaving Steve all alone in an overly large hotel room by one person. For some reason, he felt extremely lonely.

He stood for a few seconds staring at the door, thinking about how different his morning would have been if he had someone special in his life, as well as Eddie and Alex. It hurt him to think like that, it hurt him to think that he might end up alone and with no one to love him, unable to achieve his biggest dream, to have a beautiful family to give his body and soul to.

He tried to erase those intrusive thoughts, put away the bottle of milk and headed for the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a sheet of paper hit his face.

"What the...?" He brushed it off with a frown, turning to look at the sliding door to the balcony. Eddie had left it open. "Stupid wind."

He looked at the paper, noting that it was a job offer at a freelance firm. Confused, he looked through the rest of the letters, noticing that, in one of the envelopes, came a set of photos with the work they had been doing so far.

The photography was fine, the models were exotic and diverse, something that caught his attention, but, without a doubt, what completely captivated him were the designs the models were wearing. They were very visually appealing.

In less than a second he was already dressed and with his wallet in hand, ready to go somewhere with a computer available so he could do some research about the place.

He wandered around town until he found a library with computers in it. He hurried to grab one and took a seat, typing in as fast as he could the name of the company.

His research led him to a website with a nicely perfected design, the designs available were similar to the samples, but much more eye-catching. He smiled unconsciously.

When he reached the footer, a phone number accompanied by a name caught his eye. It was the name of the manager and Lead Designer, Y/N Y/L/N. He pulled the crumpled letter out of his pocket, the reverse side facing the ceiling. He took a pencil from the pen next to the computer and quickly wrote down the data. For the first time in a long time he was really excited about getting a job.

With a big smile on his face, Steve walked gleefully towards the local subway station hoping he could go visit Eddie and Alex and tell them the news. He skipped down the stairs two at a time, ignoring the leering looks some girls were throwing at him; he couldn't think of anything else but your name, after all, so far you were the Designer that best complemented his personal tastes.

He took a seat on one of the subway chairs next to a man in a suit. He looked furious. Steve almost fell out of his seat when he saw the man give him a withering look.

"Hey," he mumbled, getting up and standing in front of Steve. "You like horror movies?"

Steve blinked slowly, his lips parting slightly. What did he say?

"Ah, yeah, I guess, why the question?" He mumbled in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the man toss his a white-colored ticket.

"Here, I'll give it to you, I don't need it anymore anyway."

Steve tried to talk to him, to ask why he was giving that to him, but as soon as he got up, the man was gone on the train that had just arrived, leaving him with confusion and a ticket to a movie he didn't even know was in release.

"Thank you" you said as you took the box of popcorn from the worker's hands and headed to the room where the show would be screened. Definitely ignorant of the red hearts that decorated it.

You handed over your ticket and nodded when you heard the instructions. Room 4, booth K12. You considered it decent, not too close, not too far. You went on your way and entered the room. Empty.

You sighed, walking down the steps and ignoring the fact that this was too ridiculous, what was so unbelievable about watching a horror movie in company? If you had a partner, you thought, you would definitely watch this with him on Valentine's Day, mainly because they were on sale.

You walked until you saw the letter K on the seat, looking carefully for the number you were entitled to. Just then, you heard heavy footsteps and a man's panting. You decided to ignore it and take a seat.

"Dude, it sure is empty in here" you heard the man say. His footsteps could be heard closer and closer.

For a single second you thought he had an attractive voice, but preferable to keep that thought to yourself, you weren't the kind of person to flatter random people who came to watch the same movie as you.

The sound of the chair next to you made you freeze in place. You turned your head so fast that your neck became sore. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

Steve fucking Harrington was sitting next to you in a completely empty movie theater. You felt your heart race at the thought of sharing the same air as the one you admired so much.

"Hi" he smiled awkwardly as he noticed your relentless gaze stopping on him, "what a coincidence that we happened to be together, don't you think?".

You opened your mouth. Nothing. You tried again, but could only let out a soft "yes". You were red with embarrassment, why did this have to happen to you just today?

"Uhm, well, I was just saying that because I didn't want you to think I'm a weirdo or something for sitting here when the cinema is empty, but, you know, it's forbidden to occupy any seat other than yours" from then on you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, you were too busy thinking about how good he looked and how funny it was to hear him talking so fast.

Before you could help yourself, you let out a laugh. Too loud a laugh. You covered your mouth almost instantly, opening your eyes too wide to look normal.

You both looked at each other in silence; you, trying to read Steve's expression, and he, processing what you had just done. In the end, it was Steve who broke the silence. A set of strange laughs made you feel self-conscious, was he making fun of you?

"What was that?" he said between laughs, his eyes forming little crescent moons that sparkled with intensity, "I've never heard someone laugh like that."

"God, how embarrassing" you whispered, covering your face with both hands, feeling the heat rise to your ears.

"Seriously, what do I have to do to hear it again?"

Your heart stopped for a second. You opened a space between your fingers to watch Steve's face. You swore his smile could have killed you. He was smiling so genuinely that, for a second, you forgot that you had let out a laugh so loud and embarrassing that, if there had been more people there, they would be trying to throw you out.

"I..." you gulped, drawing out all your personality for the next move. After all, it was highly unlikely you were going to find it again, "well, you'd have to do something too crazy, maybe shave your head?"

Steve laughed again, this time you joined him. You don't know how long you were like that, the stomach ache and tears were already too present, so you guessed a good while, but you didn't care.

"I'm Steve, by the way" he smiled with a chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y/N" you nodded in his direction, lowering your voice a little at a time as you noticed the screen begin to brighten and the lights dimmed. You turned to look at the screen with a big smile.

You were so caught up in your world that you didn't notice how, even though the show was about to start, Steve didn't take his eyes off you for quite a while, his eyes shining with excitement and his chest quivering with warmth.

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Baby Severide - Chapter 7: Change of Plans

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: After only a few days home as new parents, an unexpected timeline adjustment is made

Words: 1641

Warnings: mentions of scars, parental tension

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9:37AM. It was Thursday morning, only a few days after Alexis was born. You rolled over in the king size bed to find Kelly wasn’t beside you. Looking beside you, you could see Alexis wasn’t in her bassinet either.

Still sore from surgery, you slowly put your slippers on and went to the living room to find the rest of your family. Kelly was laying on the couch, shirtless, with Alexis on his chest and a blanket covering them while watching SportsCenter. Reaching down, you rubbed his shoulder to get his attention.

“How long you been here?” You asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Less than an hour I think. I didn’t want to wake you, I know you’re exhausted, so I fed her a bottle and we’ve been watching highlights of the Blackhawks game,” he replied with a smile.

“Your mom texted me last night.”

“Oh yeah? What did she say?”

“Said you texted her about the baby. She wants to visit when we’re ready. She can come today if that works for you.”

He nodded.

“Can you grab my phone?” He asked, “the new lieutenant officially starts today and Cruz was gonna text me about who they got.”

You wandered back into the bedroom and found his phone still charging on his nightstand. Looking at the notifications on his screen, there was a text from Boden.

Fixing your eyes on the screen of his phone, Boden had texted “call me.”

“No text from Cruz, just Boden,” you announced.

“What’d he say?” 

“Call me.”

“That can’t be good.”

“Probably not. Want me to take Alexis so you can call him?”

Kelly pulled back the blanket and began to laugh. Once you saw what he had done, you started to laugh too.

“You wrapped the baby?” You chuckled, looking at the Moby Wrap you received from your baby shower wrapped around him and Alexis.

“Hands free,” he laughed.

“Coffee?”

“Sure.”

As you wandered to the kitchen, you saw Kelly mute the tv and call Boden, all while Alexis was sleeping on his chest.

A few moments later, you came back to the couch with two coffees in hand. Alexis had started to fuss as Kelly hung up the phone.

“What did Boden want?” You asked, handing him one of the fresh coffees from your hands.

“New lieutenant didn’t show up for work today,” he replied.

“Who did they get in for you?” 

“Connor Maxwell, used to be an engine lieutenant before he got his squad certs.”

“Do they know what happened?” 

“Boden says the guy overslept, but he doesn’t buy it. They’re gonna let him stay for the shift and cut him loose if it doesn’t go well.”

As Kelly told you about this squad lieutenant, he got a look of desperation in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I’m a little worried about my men.”

“Why, baby?”

“I’ve never been taken a furlough this long in a very long time.”

“Are you scared they’re gonna like this new lieutenant more than you?” You laughed, rubbing his shoulder.

“I just don’t want my company to go to hell while I’m gone,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“How much time did you take off? 

“I told Boden 8 weeks.”

“Is there a way you can go back early?”

“I guess I could, but I want to be here for you and our baby.”

Alexis began to fuss, still wrapped with her dad.

“I’ll take her, babe. She’s probably hungry.”

Kelly unwrapped Alexis and handed her to you. You raised your shirt, exposing yourself in order to feed your baby.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine here, if you want to go back early, Kelly,” you told him.

“I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed or like I want to work more than be home with our brand new baby.”

“I’ve got 8 months of leave. You would’ve had to leave me home with Alexis by myself when you’re on shift regardless.”

“I know, I know, I just hoped she’d be a little older first.”

“It’s like 3 days a week max, I’m sure we’ll be okay if you want to go back early,” you smiled, adjusting your head’s position to leaning on his shoulder, “I know you love your job and I know you love us, but we’ll be okay if this is what you want.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, wrapping his arm around you.

“Kelly, would I ever lie to you?”

“I guess I have my answer then.”

“You should call Boden and tell him there’s been a change of plans,” you gestured to his phone on the side table.

He grabbed his phone and you finished feeding Alexis. Kelly put his phone on speaker phone as you burped Alexis.

“Kelly, how’s the father life treating you?” Boden asked him as he picked up. You could hear his smile through the phone.

“Ah, Chief it couldn’t be better,” Kelly grinned, “do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” 

“I was thinking about coming back to work a little earlier than what I originally planned.”

“When were you thinking?”

“Next shift, if you’ll let me.”

“Can’t stay away too long, huh?”

“What can I say? It’s in my blood,” Kelly chuckled.

“Actually though Kelly, is your wife okay with this? You sure you don’t want to take some time with your baby?”

“We’ve talked it over, it was kinda her idea actually.”

“I know he’s missing it, I’ll be okay if he goes back,” you piped up.

“Well, I still haven’t filled your spot for next shift. You’re welcome to it if you want it.”

“Thanks, Chief. I’ll be there.”

Kelly hung up the phone and turned to look at you.

“You’re really sure?” He asked, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Yes, Kelly, I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll even bring her over to the firehouse when you’re on shift,” you replied, “you don’t have to be worried.” 

“I love you, thank you for being everything I wanted in life.”

You leaned over and hugged him with one arm, Alexis dozing in the other.

“Can you take her so I can have a quick shower? I still feel like hospital.”

“Of course baby, do what you need.”

You handed over Alexis to her father and just the sight of the two of them together melted your heart.

“Oh babe, question for you,” Kelly asked as you were headed to grab your house coat, “do we have more bottles? Or should I clean a couple for later?”

“Uh,” you were wracking your brain, trying to figure out where your nesting brain put them, “I think they’re in the drawer by the fridge, but honestly I don’t remember.”

Changing out of your clothes and into your bathrobe, you couldn’t help but notice the horizontal scar on your stomach. It was still a little painful when your hand brushed it, but the pain didn’t matter because you had your baby. The perfect baby, with the perfect husband. You didn’t need anything else.

Turning on the water and getting in the shower, Kelly knocked on the bathroom door.

“I hate to interrupt you,” he chuckled, “but there’s someone here who you’re going to want to see.”

“Can it wait until after my shower? I’ll be quick, I promise. Ask if they can wait?” You asked, shampoo already lathered in your hair.

“Yeah, we’ll be out here.”

Kelly closed the door behind him and the thought of who could be here for you raced through your mind as you quickly finished your shower. After finishing up and drying off, you threw your hair up in a messy bun and put on your sweats to go see your visitor.

“Babe, I made some breakfast for the four of us,” Kelly told you, setting the table.

“Who’s here? And where’s Alexis?” You asked.

“Hi, sweetie,” a familiar voice beamed.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I came to apologize,” she said, “I’m so sorry for what I said.”

Without saying a word, you walked over to your mom and gave her the tightest hug of your life. A couple tears filled your eyes.

“You want to meet your granddaughter?” You asked, motioning to Kelly to remove Alexis from the wrap.

“Yeah, I’d love you,” she smiled.

Handing over your daughter to your own mother was such a special experience for both of you.

“Kelly can you take a picture?” You asked.

“Oh, honey, I just got off a plane, I look awful.”

“Mom, you look great. I want to remember this.”

Kelly grabbed his phone from the counter and took a picture of the three of you together.

“I also came for another reason,” she admitted, sitting down at the table, “Kelly and I were talking while you were finishing your shower. He told me he’s going back to work earlier than expected. I already called back home and I’ve made arrangements to stay with you for a week or two.”

“Mom, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did, my daughter had my first granddaughter. I need to be here with you.”

“I’ll be fine on my own while Kelly is on shift, you don’t need to help me.”

“Well, then I’ll explore Chicago. I’ve never had the chance to do some sightseeing here.”

You nodded and brought Alexis’ motorized baby swing closer to the table. 

“Set her in the swing while we eat, you can hold her after,” you offered.

Your mom set Alexis in the swing and it bangan to slowly swing side to side.

“So Kelly, when are you back to work?” your mom asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” he said, grabbing some more bacon from the counter.

“That’s quick,” she replied.

“Yeah, only missed two shifts, but I know my girls will be okay for 24 hours without me.”

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[THIS WORK IS PURELY FICTION]

[One shot]

[AFAB! Reader x Toji]

Word count: 2094 words.

Synopsis: Well, comfort can mean a lot of things.

Tags: AFAB! Reader, Breeding, Sloppy sex (yeah, fuck it), cheating, voyerism, exhibitionism, dicks dicks dicks, fuck this kinky sex, we're doing it raw guys

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"Coming back to the same usual place, huh?" Toji chuckled leaning on his door frame from the inside as he watched your figure. Like a little lost lamb, he eyed you from head to toe. "Whatcha doin here?"

You furrowed your brows in frustration and looked up to him and matched his gaze. "Stop asking, I'm going in." Barging in his small apartment you quickly took off your boots and placed it just right near his boring ass slippers.

"You and your little boyfriend got problems?" He sat on the floor and placed a beer on the small table on the floor. One for him and one for you. You looked at the beer and shook you head to the side before reaching it out to open it.

You took a sip and sighed. "I'm cutting ties with you."

You didn't bother looking at him. You just sat there and took a sip, unsure of what his reactions were. Not that it bothered you... kind of.

Silence enveloped his small apartment. Just the ticking of his wall clock and the buzzing of his refrigerator. The silence rang your right ear making you squirm.

"Really? You sure can?"

"Yes."

"Yeah sure." He took a sip from his canned beer and turned his TV on. The cheering of the crowds coming the TV, the basketball playoffs has just started. His eyes fixated on the TV.

Of course, you were trying your best not to care. He was nonchalant and ignorant even from before and you knew it. He was passive and he didn't care. He only would start to care when it benefits him. So why would his answer bother you? That was already a good answer and all you had to do was leave.

"What? That's it?"

You couldn't keep your thoughts inside you, huh? Toji didn't bother looking at you as his eyes were far too busy looking at the television. He heard you but why would he care?

"Toji."

No response and you took matters on your hand by standing up and unplugging the TV. You stood by the TV and crossed your arms. Toji, on the other hand, lazily looked at you with jaw clenching and his palm dashing through this damp hair.

"You're not taking me seriously."

"What part? You're too fucking nosy."

"I'm being serious here!" You started to raise your voice, frustrated at how his replies were bland.

"You think I'm not?" A devilish grin formed on his scarred lips. He took another sip from his canned beer.

This annoyed you even more. His behavior showed that he wasn’t bothered at all. Not like you wanted him to care but your expectations failed you. At first you initially thought he wouldn’t like the idea considering that he would claim your pussy is the best and fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. But well, somehow it contradicted to your initial thinking.

“Please take me seriously.” You pleaded, slowly standing up and facing him.

Your little pleading parade made Toji chuckle as he stood up. He walked a few steps towards you, his height towering over you and making you seem small. He took the towel that was at his shoulder and threw it over the table with a devilish smile all over his lips, taunting you in some way.

“You never take me seriously and that’s something I do not like about you.” You turned your back and picked up your small bag. “I’m leavin—”

You hand about to twist the door knob when a calloused palm grabbed you by your nape and pushing your face on the door. Face and plump chest against the door, squeezed.

“You’re not leaving until we finish this closure you want, ya got that?” Toji’s other hand ran through your lower belly until it reached the apex of your thighs sending shivers down your spine. Skin sensitive from his ministration, he cupped your thigh and pushed the other leg farther from your other leg and his hand lowering your back by pushing your nape lower.

You whined from his actions and started to wriggle out from his grip when you felt his hardness from behind. He pushed his throbbing erection near your core, his other hand now on one side of your hip and pulled you closer to his bulge that formed in his grey sweatpants. He slowly started to grind this erection against your clothed pussy. You skirt looked sexy and cute on you he must admit, like a little bunny he would think, but he needed to feel you more.

“Fuck this cute skirt of yours.” He frustratedly tried to take it off but he wasn’t so sure how you even wore this skirt so he simply took the hemline and flipped it upwards, exposing your pantyhose and your underwear patched with your wetness. Upon seeing the view Toji immediately grinned and wasted no time ripping a hole near your clothed pussy.

“Toji! Goodness—" The ripping of the fabric made you bite your lower lips and then felt a surge of tingle when you felt his index finger skim through the patch of wetness, hitting the nub of your pussy. He teased you still, not being swayed by your soft whimpers and moans.

“Like it?” He teased which you responded with a shy nod. Your meek reactions made him even hard. “Fuck it hurts- you have no idea how much it hurts.”

You didn’t understand what he said as your head was already lightheaded from the heat. Not that it bothered you but you still wanted to know the context. Toji spat on his palm and started to lubricate his cockhead with his spit and a mixture of his precum. You were so needy and impatient you wriggled and pleaded him to put it in which he only chuckled and kept himself entertained with the parade your slutiness.

“Impatient are we?” he traced the thin lacy linen of your underwear just near your crotch area and revealed your puffed, dripping, and aching cunt. The sight of your cute little pussy made him hard that he was getting impatient with it too. It was enough to drive him to destroy and stuff your cute pussy with his big, fat, long, and thick cock. He aimed his cockhead and pushed slowly making him let out a guttural moan and throw his head back.

“Fuuuuck~!” He moaned and chuckled as he felt your walls welcome him with your wetness as if almost you were waiting to be fucked like a little slut again. You immediately felt yourself convulsing from the pleasure, your legs trembling and hips quivering when Toji entered. He didn’t waste any time yet he started to move in a small pace. So slow you felt his dick and every throb it made while he moved his hips until his tip hit your cervix and forced himself to burry deeper yet he would get disappointed and amused at the same time. He knows he was too big for you for him to take and he had to force-burry it in a fast pace but oh, he wanted to feel your pussy and he got time today.

“Fuck yeah~!" You whined, Toji pressing his dick further to your cervix making you lose your senses. Toji started to change his pace to a fast one as he felt your walls clamp unto his dick, not letting go. He knew you were going to cum anytime soon and he liked it.

“Gonna cum?”

You only responded with successions of nods.

He liked it so much that the hand around your nape lowered your upper torse and took a chunk grip on your ass before letting it rest on your waist, smashing his dick deeper and faster. Sloppy sounds coming from your moans and the slippery juices coming from your pussy ricocheted around his little apartment.

You literally forgot you were just at his door fucking and people could here you.

“Slow down-Ah~! People will here us!”

“Well,” Toji huffed “They’re gonna know I fuck good.” The way he whispered at your right ear lobe made you roll your eyes back and stick your tongue out. You were feeling too much you started to tremble again. Toji made a little chuckle as your moans got louder and pussy throbbing. Unbeknownst to you, Toji pulled out suddenly making you squirt all over his dick and creating a mess.

“Hoho—pretty girl tryna make a mess now?” He pushed his dick right inside of you again making you squirm, rough pace of pounding again until he pulled it out again making you squirt all over him again for the second time. The pleasure made you tremble again, calling and moaning out his name to do you more.

He was inside again and started to pound on you again when he heard a phone call. It was just on his pockets which pissed him off. He wasn’t in the mood to answer calls while fucking you. He kept his phone ringing, now his pace faster. His hands now both gripping on both side of your hips and teeth clashing to your shoulder, making himself work. He wanted to cum right inside of you as quickly as possible, the ringing annoyed him but he wanted to savor this pussy of yours.

A few more rough and fast pumps before he came inside your cute little pussy. Oh he didn’t pull out yet he made sure he wasn’t spilling any of his thick cum to waste. He carefully pulled out from your pussy and picked up the phone before pushing it in again, feeling your creamy walls.

A call coming from Satoru Gojo.

Toji purposely missed his first call forcing Gojo to call him again. He quickly picked up the call this time.

“Yo, what’s up Toji?” Gojo greeted

“What ’ya want?” Toji smirked.

“I’m quite bored right now ya know. Just got home coming from Kyoto. Just wanted to ask if your free to hangout with Nanami and Geto.” Gojo huffed “Heard Sukuna is also in town.”

To which Toji grinned. He immediately pressed the video call to which Gojo did as well. Toji immediately flipped the camera, now the lens showing your blown back. Toji was still hard and cum was dripping out from the sides of your cunt.

Gojo wasn’t new to times like this. Toji did this often time to boast he’d been fucking quite a few in the past. Gojo scoffed at the video yet he stood still when he heard a familiar moan. He knew this so well. He quickly looked at the obscene visual coming from the video. He knew this body and figure too well.

Toji chuckled as he steadied his camera before pulling out. He held his length and teased your entrance before gently slapping it at the fat of your ass.

“Heard you had a little fight with your girl?— hey look,” Toji guided you to kneel on the floor and held a tight grip on your head. Your mouth welcomed his tip and you looked up with your fucked out face, head full of dick, and sucked on his tip.

He groaned out as you started to stroke his cock and rested the side of your face unto his right thigh. Your hand playing your puffed pussy, soaked with his cum and your juices. Toji showed Gojo’s face while calling him.

“She wanted me to comfort her,” You kept stroking his dick while your half lidded eyes looked at Gojo. “She wanted to cut ties with me she said” He let out a devilish grin

“Sorry, Satoru~!” You kissed Toji’s tip followed with a hum, almost like you were trying to hard to be sincere but you were to fucked out. “Satoru ‘m sorry~” You sucked half Toji’s length, Toji’s palm aiding you by holding your hair that seems like a ponytail only with his palms tho. Toji angled his dick, his cockhead protruding from the side of your mouth forming a lump.

Gojo wasn’t so happy about what he saw yet one thing for sure: it made him hard. It was unhinged but why was it so hot.

He knew you were a little slut in the circle of friends, fucking each one of them.

He only grinned and heaved a sigh before huffing a breath. “Yeah, say sorry when I arrive there, okay?”

You continued to suck on Toji’s dick and left kisses on his tip which you replied a small ‘hm’ and a nod.

[shares-a-vest]

"My taaaaape!"

Steve bolts from his office desk tucked away in the corner of his bedroom, down the hallway and into the living room to find Joanie kneeling on the floor, staring at a static television.

She senses his presence and lets out a dramatic whine.

"My tape," she repeats, gesturing at the TV with such force her whole body shakes. "It stopped working!"

She chokes out the last word and lowers down until she is face-down on the carpet. Joanie isn't really one for tantrums per se, but she does possess Eddie's theatrics.

Yeah sure, Steve knows she's upset but the silence as she lays on the floor is made all the more a show as their black cat Ozzy sniffs around her slippers before walking off nonchalantly.

Steve chuckles before stepping over his daughter so he can kneel in front of the TV unit.

"What are you doing?" Joanie asks, curious and suddenly breathing down his neck.

"The tape is jammed," he replies, looking through the flap.

He presses a few buttons, then holds down the eject button, his go-to troubleshooting method.

Nothing.

"Tell me what happened?" he asks, moving to sit criss-cross on the floor and bumping straight into Joanie who, also like Eddie, has no concept of personal space.

"Lumiere was about to sing 'Be My Guest' and it stopped!" she frowns and folds her arms with a huff. God forbid technical difficulties interrupt Pyjama Sunday, aka the day Joanie has the run of the house while Steve catches up on work he has neglected.

He places his hands on Joanie's arms, gently rubbing them as he smiles, "Good thing I used to work at a video store."

Eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree, she beams, "You can fix it!"

And yeah, their daughter might have also inherited Eddie's lack of volume control too.

Eddie arrives home from his impromptu studio session later than he expected. He lowers his keys into the bowl on the hallstand, stepping carefully and trying not to make a noise. At least for long enough to muster up something to charm Steve into not being annoyed about him coming home after dinner time.

But there is silence blanketing their apartment. Too much silence.

"Damn it!" comes Steve's voice from the vicinity of the kitchen.

Then Joanie chimes, "You swore!"

Eddie frowns as he hears a coin drop in the swear jar.

Steve mutters something. Then silence again.

Eddie tsks under his breath. Whatever is going on, it sounds like the family swear jar is being abused. Steve originally brought it into being (one of those glass candy jars that is like an old person's rite of passage) as a way to stop Eddie from cussing so much in front of their daughter. But, her being a little shit (and yeah, the brief mention of the money eventually going towards a puppy) has led to coins going straight into the blasted jar for anything Joanie remotely considers a swear word. Including replacements for swears like 'blasted'.

He grumbles as he toes his shoes off, working quickly in order to go rescue Steve from Joanie's militant, penny-pinching authority.

He walks into the kitchen to find both Steve and Joanie hovering over what looks like the VHS player, now in parts scattered across the dining table.

"Hello," he says, dipping his head two separate times in a feeble attempt to gain their attention.

But they merely squeak out high-pitched hums in unison, not looking up from their patient. Considering the doctor's headband squished onto Steve's head and the plastic stethoscope around Joanie's neck, it all looks more like a surgical procedure than a fix-it job.

He glances over to the kitchen sink, spotting evidence of a quick cereal-for-dinner and sighs with relief. Looks like Steve has been too distracted to fuss about dinner anyway.

He slips onto a seat and Joanie finally looks over. He jumps as Meatloaf clambers up from her lap, wiggling around as the poor little thing attempts to paw his way up onto the table.

"What's the prognosis, Doc?" he asks, taking the little brown cat and scooping him up to cradle his wonky back legs.

"Did you know dad worked at a video store!" Joanie beams with wide-eyed facination as she props her chin on her elbow.

"Thought Keith was the resident handyman at Family Video?" Eddie chuckles, caging Meatloaf to his chest to stop the little critter from squirming around because he isn't in Steve's burly arms.

Steve shrugs, finally looking up as he shoots back, "I fixed stuff too!"

There's probably a long-hybernating argument in there somewhere that involves Robin and Steve's Family Video video tech prowess, but he doesn't press further as Steve dives straight back into his handy work, poking his tongue out in concentration.

"We went to the Hi-fi store and got a new one of these!" Joanie offers, holding up some spindly socket thing he assumes is some internal mechanism for the player. "Then we got ice creams on the walk home!"

It must have been an adventure because by the time Steve has the VHS player plugged back in and working, with Beauty and the Beast playing after a dramatic play-by-play of the day's events as told by their overly-excited daughter, Eddie finds himself squished on the couch between two snoring and squirmy beans with tousled brown hair.

Plus Meatloaf tucked in the crook of Steve's arm, rolling around trying to gain the attention of the only other creature remotely conscious.

More of Steve, Eddie, Joanie and their menagerie of cats HERE (I'm thinking of expanding this little AU out a little more for a bit)