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[feralthembo]

yall im not gonna have to hurt myself to get out of bed AND im getting a new mattress. IM GONNA BE SLEEPING TWO FEET OFF THE GROUNDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[mdemransposts]

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[clockwayswrites]

Seeking Sleep

A little one shot Jason character study type thing. Implied sexual content. References to past (temporary) character death. Danny Fenton/Jason Todd WC: 767 -

These days, he had trouble sleeping.

It was the price, he supposed, for coming back from the dead. Waking up buried in the ground, in a grave, in a coffin— it left scars.

Scars. They were a funny thing, scars. (Funny as a or b; forehand or backhand.) He had been riddled with them before he came back; marked by his father, by the streets, by muggers and dealers and villains. Marked by Gotham and all of her horrible beauty.

The Pits had washed all those away.

All those marks erased like he had never lived them— bore them— accomplished them; erased like they were nothing. Now they were etched only, painfully, on his mind. His mind was still a canvas full of scars. Those scars caught and pulled and unraveled… and were all the worse when he wasn’t awake to hold himself together.

He learned a lot, those first few months back in Gotham, about what woke him up from sleep and into a panicked terror.

He couldn’t sleep on his back. He couldn’t fall asleep on his back, but worse was waking up with a choked off breath when he rolled over in his sleep.

He couldn’t sleep on silky sheets; the feel was too much like the satin insides of a coffin. (He couldn’t even wear anything silky anymore.)

He couldn’t sleep in total darkness.

Even as he struggled to find ways to deal with soothing the scars of his mind (pillows at his back, linen sheets, the hall light on), he couldn’t admit the way they pulled at him. He made excuses. The pillows are more comfortable. Linen lasts longer. Light means it’s quicker if he has to rush out for an emergency. He knew he was lying to himself, but he couldn’t admit it.

He certainly couldn't admit it to anyone else.

(Anything is better than ‘I died. I died and I cam back wrong.’)

As nervous as Jason was to bare his heart like that to someone, it took a long time to get to the point of needing excuses. But then there was Danny. And Danny… Jason orbited Danny like a planet around a star. Falling into each other’s arms and beds was almost inevitable. The bed was the problem. Danny’s sheets where silky smooth microfiber.

Jason tried to get them to go to his place more often then not. When he couldn’t guide them that way, he simply didn’t stay in bed long. He had an early morning, a family thing, work to finish up, wanted to get home before the rain— each reason felt more transparent than the last.

Each reason made that furrow between Danny’s brow deepen, and Jason hated that. He hated being the cause.

There wasn’t always a good excuse. That night they had tried a new restaurant close to Danny’s place— his home and bed were right there. Danny tugged Jason down, and Jason rolled them over so that he could touch the sheets as little as possible—

Oh.

“New sheets?”

They were linen- just rough enough under Jason’s braced hands that the touch didn’t make him shudder.

Danny simply hummed and pulled Jason into a searing kiss as he wrapped a leg around him. Who was Jason to fight that pull? Not a good enough man, that was for certain, so he let Danny pull him down down down— until he was all Jason thought about.

Later, Jason still wasn’t much encouraged to get his mind working. He watched through lidded eyes as Danny tossed the dirty washcloth back into the bathroom. But the other didn’t come back to bed.

“Danny?”

He was was fiddling with something over on the small table in front of the window.

There was a click.

Then the bedroom filled with projected stars and swirling galaxies. Jason’s breath caught in his throat.

“I can…” Danny shifted nervously when Jason glanced at him a long moment later. “I can turn it off if you don’t like it. I just thought…”

Jason cleared his throat. “No, it’s perfect. Come to bed.”

Danny smiled that small, crooked smile that Jason loved so much and did as he was told. The projection of stars played over Danny’s bare skin as he crossed the room.

Jason wanted to map the spots of light with his mouth.

He settled for kissing the scattering of freckles on Danny’s shoulder blade. Jason didn’t resist the pleased sigh slipping past his lips as Danny tucked in against him.

That night, with the room drenched in starlight and his arms around his own little star, Jason slept soundly.

[luveline]

Maybe a baby blurb featuring miguel x spidergirl reader? Just miguel being all lovey dovey nd soft y'know.

thank u for ur request! fem!reader

You're dozing. He could speak to you and rouse you if he liked, but Miguel wants you to sleep, and sleep well. He puts his tablet frame on the nightstand and eases down into the pillows, careful where he's holding you not to jostle your head. 

"Miguel?" you mumble. 

He shushes you gently. 

"Miguel," you say again, hand curling over his stomach searchingly. You blink with heavy lashes, your eyes bleary. "Did I fall asleep?" 

"Barely." He reciprocates your embrace, laying an arm coiled with hard muscle over your softer hip.

"It's 'cus you're so quiet." 

You rub your nose into his chest. It isn't solely Miguel that's quiet. Your bedroom is silent —and Miguel has given up on calling it his, your things, your clothes, your bracelets, you, bursting from every corner— beside the thrumming of the standing fan at the end of the bed. He can hear the sound your fingertips make brushing over his shirt, the microfibers crushed by whatever shapes you choose to draw. 

"Are you okay?" you ask. 

Miguel loves you. "Fine. You're tired, cariño. No luches contra eso." 

"What does that mean?" you whisper, the hooks of fatigue beginning to pull you under once again. 

"It means 'don't fight it'. Sleep." He presses his lips to your temple. The kiss he gives you is precious, as though you're a girl of sugar paper, easily hurt. He knows you're made of harder stuff, but a certain serenity comes from treating you with care. 

He closes his eyes, leaning every closer, the tip of his nose smushed to your skin. 

"Not fighting. Just want to fall asleep at the same time," you say. 

"Yeah? Why's that?"

You struggle to answer, the sensation of his hand petting your shoulder and his warm body by yours a lulling you're too tired to fight. "You… stay up late, if I'm not…" You drift off. 

Miguel understands what you're trying to say. It's the truth. If you fall asleep first, he pulls a tablet into his hand to keep working. Eventually he sleeps, usually when the light of day that migrates in from between the blinds annoys him too much to stay awake, or your arms become too inviting. 

Tonight, they're impossible to ignore. 

Miguel uses some unnatural strength to pull you close and as on top of him as you can be. Your leg slips between his, your face into the sharp incline of his trap muscle that climbs from shoulder to neck. He turns your face in his loving hand. He can count your lashes three times over before he sleeps most nights, even in the dark. 

Your arms tighten around him with sudden unexpected life. "Please sleep," you mumble. 

He laughs softly into your temple. Miguel should make many, many promises to you. He should, and he can't, but he can give you this if it's what you want. 

"I'll sleep." He closes his eyes, savouring your weight atop his chest. "Goodnight, baby." 

[mytheoristavenue]

What the Straw Hats get you for Valentine's Day!

Summary: How your nakama surprise you for the most romantic holiday!

Warnings: All fluff, platonic!Chopper, fem!reader

Straw Hat Luffy:

Luffy frowned as he tilted the hat in his hands, inspecting it's quality. He'd commissioned it recently from a hatter on the last island, whom he'd compensated handsomely to keep quiet about their deal. The hatter had promised the pirate a replica of his own, down to the last detail, and Luffy assumed that the ins and outs of the task must have gotten lost in translation. This new hat lacked all the nicks, stitches, and frays that his had.

As usual, the captain decided to take matters into his own hands, taking a dagger, needle and thread and began molding the straw hat into an exact copy of his own. Finally he was satisfied with level of destruction he'd inflicted on the thing, he stepped back from it and smiled. In the dead of night, he crept into your room to set the gift on your nightstand with a note that read:

'A king needs a queen, and a queen needs a crown. Happy Valentine's.'

Pirate Hunter Zoro:

Zoro hummed in almost an irritated manner as he drug the cold steel of your weapon of choice through his microfiber cloth covered hand. He was so vexed over practically being forced to shine all your weapons for this stupid holiday- even though nobody asked him. He had no choice! He didn't want to go through the trouble of picking you out a gift you probably wouldn't even like, so he had to.

Then again, he wouldn't have been breaking a law if he hadn't given you a Valentine's Day surprise...but then you'd nag him about it! (Or so he'd convinced himself.)

Cat Burglar Nami:

Nami mulled over her decisions, literally weighing her options. In one hand, she held a beautiful diamond necklace, adorned with a pattern of pearl cut sapphires for color- and in the other, a 14 karat gold tennis bracelet with round cut emeralds all throughout. She sucked her lip into her bite, brows furrowed and unsure of which you'd like more. Or perhaps would wouldn't like either. She knew the ship was too far from any landmass to chance any chance at getting something else. Maybe she could just tell you she forgot to get you something, and then take you on a shopping spree at the next one?

With a hopeless sigh, she sat on her bed, groaning dramatically. She knew she was being silly and that you'd love any type of gift. You weren't as materialistic as you were, and she tended to give present that she would like to receive, but you always adored them. Maybe both..." she muttered, dragging herself off the mattress and out of her pity party to walk over to her dresser. On top of it sat a sparkling red gift box with a satin pillow inside.

Delicately, she laid the necklace out on it, before retrieving a piece of tissue paper and wrapping the bracelet in it, setting it on top. Finally, she crumbled the remaining paper and stuffed it into the box, so as to obscure the shine of the jewels, before setting the lid on and tying a silver bow around it, relieved to have made a decision.

God Usopp:

The gift that Usopp had in mind to give you was months in the making. He'd gifted you things for many other holidays since he begun this little project, having started it all the way back in April of last year. All his hard work had paid off though- all the late nights and early mornings and trips to certain islands to make sure he had the perfect supplies. On his desk sat the most perfect Ghost Orchid in an ornate pot. He'd gotten the seed from a shop that sold rare plants several islands back.

Apart of him was nervous that the flower might die in your care, after all the work he invested in it. The orchid was also endangered, which lead him to anxiously envision it being stolen if any enemy pirates ever looted the Sunny. With a deep breath he shook those thoughts away, sighing with a smile as he sat down at his desk to admire the gift. Tying a ribbon around the pot, with a small name card attached, his mind drifted off to more pleasant things, like how you might react to the gesture. Usopp was sure you'd cry, you always did when you received unexpected gifts. He was certain you'd agree to be his Valentine, most likely giving him an over joyed hug- maybe even a kiss. Blushing and snapping out of his daydreams, he paused, a bit embarrassed of himself.

Black Leg Sanji:

Sanji stayed up all night on the thirteenth, unbeknownst to the rest of the crew. He slaved tirelessly in the kitchen, crafting you the most decadent chocolates ever made. Chocolatiering was always something that he excelled at but it was his current occupation rarely had room for such a skill, that's why he loved Valentine's Day. Each truffle took him hours to create, but simply thinking of the way your eyes would light up- the way you'd at first refuse to try them, lest you risk ruining their beauty, only to cave and melt at the taste kept him going with a smile.

Once he had finally curated a dozen pieces, each not at all similar to the last, in flavor or presentation, he arranged them carefully in a heart shaped box that he'd bought from the last island, and fed the contents of which to Luffy. He wanted you to think he'd simply purchased a cheap treat for you, only to find his hand crafted assortment instead.

Cotton Candy Lover Chopper:

Chopper held a bubble of air in his cheeks as he snuck about the ship in the dead of night, well beyond his bedtime. Quietly, he his way to the deck and ascended the stairs to the gardens of his crewmates, basket and ribbons in hand. He snicker devilishly as he went through the rows, ignoring the signs labeling 'Nami/Usopp/Robin's garden, Keep out!' assigned to each respective section.

As he passed by Nami's orchard, he plucked a few of her sacred tangerines from their branches and stowed them away in his basket, before moving on to the sniper's plot, picking the least deadly looking greens he could find. Finally he made his way to Robin's flower bed and selected the prettiest curation of blossoms he could put together, before tying them together at the stems with a pink bow.

Devil Child Robin:

Robin combed through the shelves of the lounge, many extra sets of hands sprouting around the room to pick a select few books from their places. Each limb passed it's claim to one another until they reached her view for inspection. With he approval, she collected them all in stacks of three on the table, all to be tied with ribbon. The theme she'd chosen was 'tragic romance', opting for 'Romeo and Juliet' and 'Jane Eyre', just to name a few.

She had thought it a wonderful way to spend the holiday of love snuggled up with you, reading you the saddest love stories ever written to remind both of you how deep and healthy of a relationship you shared.

Cyborg Franky:

Franky wiped the sweat of his brow with a large hand, before his dainty one returned to work, tinkering and putting the final touches on his latest and most important project. Satisfied with it's out come, he grinned before falling back against the back of his chair. He was sure you'd go feral over his.

Running one last test to make sure it functioned perfectly, he wound the tiny key on the side of the mechanical box, watching it open to reveal a beautiful porcelain dancer spinning, and occasionally stopping for a pirouette on her platform.

When the display drew to a closer, the doll folded back into her hiding place and the hatch closed again as the song ended flawlessly. He chuckled a bit at his success, and delicately cradled the device, carrying it to a decorative box before wrapping it as a gift.

Soul King Brook:

All Brook could do to calm his nerves was tune carefully tune his violin, ivory phalanges trembling, a shake which traveled up his arm with a rattle- his bones clambering together. Once he could no longer deny that the instrument was in tune as it would ever get, he forced himself to gently set it down on it's stand before adjusting his sheet music.

Without a doubt, he was terrified for the most important concert of his life, the one that might ensure your place by his side for eternity- the one that he hoped would charm you into accepting his proposal.

Knight of the Sea Jinbe:

Jinbe grinned warmly, gently pinching an old photograph of you and himself, reminiscing on the moment it was taken, many years ago. Finally after a moment of looking back on the past, he carefully encased it in a golden frame, fastening the buttons that held it in place with the utmost care. After done, he wrapped the object with love, eager to bestow it upon you the next morning.

[snowivivienne]

VIVI GLOW UP GUIDE: HAIR

“Invest in your hair, it's the crown you never take off.”

STEP ONE : THE NECESSITIES

- Wet Brush

- Gentle Hair Ties / Claw Clips / Scrunches

- Wide Tooth Comb

- Regular Shampoo

- Clarifying Shampoo

- Conditioner

- Leave in Conditioner

- Hair Mask

- Hair Oil

- Microfiber Towel or Cotton T-Shirt

- Silk Bonnet or Silk Pillow Cases

STEP TWO : HAIR ASSESSMENT

- What type of hair do you have? Oily, dry, or normal

- What is your hair texture ? ( 1a through 4c )

- What state is your hair currently in? Is it breaking, stretching or frizzy?

- Do you have split ends?

- Do you have colored hair?

- Do you use heating tools, take hot showers ?

Use these answers to these for helping picking products, use labels that target your complaints

STEP THREE : CUT THOSE ENDS

You want pretty hair? Cut. Those. Split. Ends. As much as people want to think you can 100% repair split ends with bonding products, you can’t. Split ends will find a way to creep up, and soon your split ends can become split miss and now your hair will not grow. Do this one time in the start of your hair care journey, and then from there on out you can learn how to cut your own split ends with the “no length lost method”.

STEP FOUR : WASH DAY

Find you wash days, it is okay to wash everyday or less with more days in between, as long as your scalp stays clean.

Your wash day should look like this, a coconut based pre-oil treatment to the ends of your hair for 30 minutes prior to getting into the shower. Weekly, take the oil up to the roots and massage in before doing the next steps. When you get in the shower star with a double shampoo cleanse if you skip days in between washes. If you wash your hair everyday only wash it one time (unless you did full hair oil) Lather the shampoo in your hands and start at the nape of your neck working your way up, only focuses on the scalp. Wash thoroughly then add conditioner after squeezing out all access water. Apply onlyto the ends and let it sit, pinning it up with a claw clip to keep the conditioner of your skin to avoid body acne. Rinse out.

Once you get out the shower, gently squeeze hair with microfiber towel and apply your leave in conditioner or oil. Let dry, the best way is mainly air dry with some help from a hair dryer on a cool setting at least 11 inches away from your head. Only after your hair is dry should you brush it.

Before Bed put your hair into a protective lose hair style or silk bonnet.

Once a week, swap your conditioner and pre-oil for a hair mask. I recommend getting your hair wet outside the shower, squeeze the water out, apply the hair mask and then let it sit for 20 minutes prior to getting into the shower.

STEP FIVE : IN BETWEEN WASH CARE

- only brush your hair what you need, don’t do the 100 strokes.

- always use detangler (you can use conditioner in a spray bottle mixed with water)

- Damp the ends of your hair and adds tiny bit of oil, before putting in a protect style.

STEP SIX : STAY INFORMED

- Ingredients are listed from highest concentration to lower, if all the helpful ingredients are the last on this list it’s not the best.

- Don’t fall for gimmicks not approved by dermatologists, such as hair training, keep your scalp clean.

- Don’t think you need only expensive products, despite what hair stylists say, there is very good drug store products that could easily be high end.

- Sulfates, Parabens and silicones are good for most hair, i love them.

STEP 777 : AFFIRMATIONS AND SUBLIMINALS

- Make a subliminal playlist

- Create a vision board for your hair, and maybe a wishlist of some dream products.

- Always use affirmations !!

If I hope you all find this helpful dolls, let me know if you want any requests or more information ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ - Vivienne

[tup-perware]

Hello, my absolutely second favorite 🥰

From one curly-girl (gn) to another, please tell me all about your haircare routine 🤩

How many times a week do you wash your curls?

How much conditioner do you use?

Do you brush your hair in the shower? When you're out and it's still wet? Or not at all?

Do you use gel, mousse, cream, oil, hairspray, or maybe a combination?

Are you a scruncher? Plopper? Use the bowl method? Or a microfiber hair towel? Maybe a cotton t-shirt?

Do you diffuse or let it air dry?

Do you sleep with satin pillow cases or wear a bonnet to bed?

Pleaseeeeee, the curly-girls (gn) need to know 🥺

@the-bad-batch-baroness

I was wondering how long it would be before someone asked! Thank you, mesh'la

When there's a choice, I prefer to wash it every two days, any more often than that tends to dry my scalp out. Unfortunately, missions and campaigns rarely let this be consistent.

Conditioner is actually my secret weapon, the general's...umm...friend, Senator Amidala told me about this amazing brand that helps keeps curls nice and defined, and helps them from frizzing up.

I tend to finger comb my hair while it's still damp, not completely wet, but not dry either. The combs that come with our standard hygiene kit are not longhair friendly

I have not had much time or credits to experiment with many creams, gels and so on, so if you have any recommendations 👀

Scrunching is the best method for me....especially since using ones spare set of blacks as a less abrasive towel is frowned upon...

Again, there isn't much room for things like fancy pillow cases on missions, but someday it would be nice to try these things!

Now, since I've shared my secrets, I have to say I'm a little curious who your first favorite is, cyare, since I'm only your second favorite 🧐

[taisho-era-secrets]

Cured Leather

**!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!**

Summary: One night lead to another. What started out as dinner with Tengen turned into an eventful time with all three of you. You had a feeling this was coming.

A sequel to Scent of Cinnamon.

Pairing: Modern AU Tengen Uzui x Kyojuro Rengoku x AFAB Reader (gender neutral pronouns used)

CW: Threesome, size kink, oral (female and male receiving), mild snowballing, praise, teasing, begging, dominant Tengen, BDSM (blindfolds, collars/leashes, gags), rough sex, cream pies, spit roasting, second rounds, overstimulation, cervix bruising (kind of), bodily fluids, throat fucking, there's a lot going on in this one. Tengen uses pet names ("cutie" and "baby").

AO3 Link

Ensnared in a trap lined with microfiber sheets and plush pillows. Body heat enveloped you from both sides along with the dimmed lights in the room. A wave of anticipation kept washing over you in this sea of skin. It was all familiarity mixed with a sense of newness. This wasn’t your usual playground, a bed of this size dwarfed you in comparison but that wasn’t at all your concern. Intimidation was unavoidable in this intimate moment, especially when you were resting back on an unfamiliar figure of this stature. He was much more massive than you were used to, his arms swallowed you whole from behind. You were like feeble prey, but at least not alone. There was another familiar captive in front of you, pressing you in closer to the danger.

This was a proposal you saw coming, especially after a particular night inspired by Tengen’s devious mind. It was good the moment Kyojuro’s lips touched your neck with that same fiery passion he had earlier when he kissed your hand over dinner. He promised everything would be okay, he would never do anything to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. Of course, you knew that. Even so, this was different. You were entrusting yourself to two people this time. You had to admit, it was lightly amusing in the moments before, both men getting overly excited at the idea- even a bit defensive at times while setting boundaries. But now, with thick muscles wrapped around your body and Kyojuro’s wet kisses peppering your collar bone, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty flowed through your veins. You weren’t sure what to expect from this night, but you knew that you were at least in good hands. Subtle reminders of the time that motivated all of this stirred you up even more; Kyojuro’s wrists were already bound behind him again with much more appropriate leather cuffs this time. You were very fortunate that your capturer was so fashionable and insisted on this being a flashy first time between all of you.

“Hey, let me lift them up,” Tengen’s warm voice roused your body. “I’ve got an idea.”

Kyojuro paused his affection to shoot Tengen a playful grin, “Oh? What might that be?”

Before giving you an opportunity to hear his response, Tengen’s hands were already tracing their way from your ribcage to your thighs.

“You brag so much about how well you eat out, I can’t pass up this chance to see it in action!” Without warning, Tengen’s hands latched onto the back of your knees and lifted you off of the mattress with ease, your back leaning against his torso and shaky hands clutching to his biceps. The startled yelp that escaped you changed Kyojuro’s face completely.

“Please be careful with them!”

“I will, I will,” Tengen’s chuckle didn’t ease the tension, but the way he parted your legs sure brought Kyojuro’s attention back to where he needed it to be. “Put on a show for me, will you?”

Leave it to Tengen to be the one to make Kyojuro flustered for a brief moment. With a cute beet red face, Kyojuro stiffly coughed in an attempt to disperse the tension before looking back into your dazed eyes. You could almost read his thoughts just through eye contact- it was a talent you two honed throughout the years. You nipped at your bottom lip, eyes lidded for a moment before giving him a soft nod. With that, you saw a spark in his eyes. Kyojuro happily accepted the feast as he leaned down, cautiously kissing your inner thighs before making his way lower. His ember eyes shot you one sinful look right as he kissed your mound and let his wet tongue trace your lips. Toes curled in the air in anticipation before you felt his tongue bully through you, swiping with experience. Kyojuro kept that eye contact as his tongue massaged circles around you, saliva tickled your skin as it ran down. The sense of his tongue caressing you was heightened knowing that Tengen was watching the entire thing.

Giving into his hunger completely, Kyojuro’s eyes softly shut as he let his tongue sink into your warm entrance. That mouth never failed to make you more sensitive, legs twitched each time his upper lip brushed against your clit. Huffs of air hit your skin as he went as deep as he could before dragging his tongue upward. Tengen held your knees just low enough for you to reach your foot down and sweep against the back of his shoulder, rewarding you with delightful vibrations from your lover’s throat that pulled a jittery moan from you in turn. Your hands slid down for a better grip, almost forgetting that Tengen was the one holding you.

“Not bad,” he encouraged. “I’m almost having a hard time keeping their legs where I want them.”

Kyojuro was too lost in the taste to respond, his brows furrowed from arousal. Your nails dug deep into Tengen’s arms who spread you even further for his friend. It was a relief to have Tengen holding you up this time, but simultaneously you felt the weight of being under his control… and you weren’t sure how long you would last at this rate. There was nothing to conceal the way your body reacted. The shivers painted goose bumps along your body, nipples perked from the excitement, and from this position the tightening of your abdomen from pleasure was on full display. You should have known you couldn’t hide your delight from Tengen anyways-

“Alright, alright,” Tengen decisively broke your immersion as he pulled your legs back. “I think we’ve had enough of this appetizer.”

Kyojuro’s lust drunk face pulled away from you panting, mouth open and a string of your nectar connecting your lips to his. It was a spectacle you loved to see, a flutter filled your stomach seeing that hint of impatience in his eyes. Kyojuro was not used to a third party commanding him to show restraint. Brawny arms set you kindly back on the bed, Tengen’s hardened length brushing up against your lower back as evidence that he enjoyed what he saw.

 “…Hey, come here.” Tengen’s hand reached out, wrapping around Kyojuro’s hair. “Let me have a taste.”

“Wh--!!”

Before Kyojuro could even inquire, Tengen wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and tugged him forward, lips colliding. The shocked look on Kyojuro burned into your memory, an amusing rarity to see. Tengen’s eyes shut sensually as his tongue made its way through Kyojuro’s parted lips with drive. A soft hum spilled from Tengen as he pulled back, licking his lips clean.

“Hey, they do taste good. No wonder you looked so into it,” he taunted, face beaming with a smile.

Completely ignoring the astonished look on his friend’s face, Tengen rose from the bed, his weight shifting the mattress as he went. You found it difficult not to admire that body while Tengen stretched, his muscles already glowing with sweat. Shameless, his nude figure made his way to a chest of drawers close by.

“Say, I just got this crazy idea,” his voice mixed with the sound of something clinking, but you still couldn’t quite see what it was he was pulling out of the drawers until he turned around. “And you two seemed to have dabbled in it a bit recently so why not push it further? I have something else that would look really flashy in your mouth!”

There was such a jumbled mess in Tengen’s hands, you could barely make out what it all was. Chains? A leash? You knew that man would be crazy in bed, but you weren’t sure what to make of all of this. By the looks of it, neither did Kyojuro. The playfully calm demeanor of Tengen was contrasted by your lover’s slight panic.

“Tengen, what are you-!”

“Don’t worry!” Tengen’s cheerful smile beamed as he crawled behind Kyojuro on his knees. “There’s no way this is too much for a friend of mine!”

A giddy feeling bubbled in your heart while you watched the mild struggle before you. Kyojuro shot you a betrayed look as a giggle left your lips before you mouthed ‘sorry’ to him. You didn’t have to see it for long; a glossy leather blindfold covered your lover’s eyes, followed by that same material encasing his neck. The final end to the bickering was when Tengen reached around and shoved in a thick strap into Kyojuro’s gaping jaw, locking it in place with the click of a buckle behind his head. Now this was a sight to see; save for the collar and leash, your beloved almost looked like a daring racehorse. You could get used to this, it had your libido going wild.

“I think I did some nice work on him, don’t you agree?”

The amusement on your part came to a still as Tengen circled back behind you, leash handle still in his hand loosely. Kyojuro was fully defenseless now and at the mercy of Tengen, the thought crossed your mind that so were you. His heavy body rocked the bed as he sat back down behind you, legs spread out unabashedly. Tengen’s free hand rubbed the muscles of your shoulder, encouraging you to lean back against him. There was such a space between you two, once you had fully leaned back your head rested on his lower abdomen. Looking up at him in expectation, Tengen’s eyes were soft, but you knew that what he had planned was anything but soft.

“Kyojuro, my friend, hurry up and pull yourself together,” his smirk made you a little nervous. “We have a cutie here to please.”

Before you could even comprehend it all, you felt that familiar bulbous flesh steal all of your attention by running across your labia lightly. Listening to Tengen, Kyojuro abandoned all apprehension, focusing on this moment with you. His muscles became more prominent each time he rocked forward. Kyojuro was reduced down to grinding up against your soaked folds, puffs of air escaping him like a bull in heat. The way his skin slicked up between your lips had you aching, your legs spread open further to beg. Tengen’s fingers massaged lightly at the crook of your neck to encourage you.

“That’s it…” his whispers fell on your ears as you let your head drop towards his thigh. “You’re doing so well. Think you can give them a little more, Kyojuro?”

A sweet moan escaped your lips as you felt him lean harder into you. His wiry hair tangled up against you as he pressed harder into your slit, making you writhe against the bed. A drip of precum trailed from your belly button to your mound as he rocked back and forth. You knew this was all to torment you both, but the carnal desperation had you tempted to give up and go against Tengen. You wanted nothing more than to line up with that thick cock and take it all in. Fighting the urge, your hand covered your mouth and you pinched your eyes shut. Amused by the sadistic display, the chuckle that came from Tengen made your head bounce against his muscles.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough. I think I’ve dragged this out long enough. Besides,” his hand wrapped around the leather handle. “I’m not sure I can hold out much longer either. Kyojuro, I think our baby deserves a reward for being so good. Let’s fill them up, shall we?”

That devilish man tugged on Kyojuro’s leash faintly to accentuate his point, making him perk up in anticipation. Chest rising and falling rapidly, Kyojuro faintly nodded in response. An eager huff escaped through the gag as his knees shifted next to you for better posture. It was awkward to watch, Kyojuro looked a bit frustrated as he tried to position his hip, his length dragged across your labia over and over as he blindly tried to find your entrance. Brows furrowed, face flushed, he was losing his patience and just wanted to be buried in you so badly. His teeth gritted against the leather restraint, an aggravated growl from his throat made you quiver. Trying to meet him half way, your hips dipped upward slightly to invite him in. His brows shot up when he finally felt your entrance against his tip, but in his haste he slipped, torso collapsing on top of you.

Of course, Tengen laughed, “Looks like you need help there! Hold on, I’ve got you.”

Your neck bent forward against his abdomen as Tengen leaned towards Kyojuro who struggled to recoup. Tengen gripped the base of Kyojuro’s soaked cock as best as he could, rewarding him a few pumps before brushing your entrance with his tip. You squirmed impatiently as he slowly dipped into you, Tengen finally giving Kyojuro back what little control he had. The impatience was overwhelming, irritation was starting to make you whine as Kyojuro still insisted on pushing in painstakingly slow. It dawned on you- this was all punishment for laughing at their little scuffle earlier. He wasn’t even half way in when you felt Tengen’s strong hands wrap around your wrists to hold you back. This wasn’t fair. You’d had enough of this teasing.

“Kyojuro, please!”

A soft cry like that was enough to send Kyojuro over the edge; his hips snapped up into you with a suffocated groan, you trembled as you felt his tip squeeze up against your cervix. Your back arched off the bed as he bucked upward, your arms tugging against Tengen’s hold. Kyojuro was almost too harsh with his thrusts, you watched his chiseled abs flex as he leaned back to target your sweet spot. Whimpers mixed with the echo of skin smacking filled the air along with the jingle of the leash with each thrust Kyojuro gave. Once you gave into the waves of pleasure Kyojuro gave, Tengen’s hands let go of your wrists and traced down your arms, cupping your rippling breasts soothingly. All you could do to steady yourself was latch onto Tengen’s thighs. You were already so close before, Kyojuro’s movements quickly brought you back up to that point that you craved.

Your legs clumsily wrapped around him, your calves slipping against his sweaty skin as you urgently hugged his hips. Vision was blurred from movement, but you could still make out this rewarding view of Kyojuro. His furrowed brows, tears trickling from under his blindfold, and drool dripping down his jaw- you never expected to see him like this. You never even had it in you to imagine him like this. Watching Kyojuro’s head lull back as he soaked in that bliss- you didn’t want to, it was so soon, but just the sight of that sent you over the edge-

Your head threw back against Tengen’s abdomen, back arched off of the bed, a strangled cry escaped your lips. Tengen’s nails brushed against your collar bone as your body succumbed to the waves. Kyojuro’s hips brutally slammed into you once more, grinding into your convulsing walls as he surrendered to his own climax early as well. Legs loosened around his waist, signaling for him to end it. The feeling of him twitching inside and over filling you complemented the short lived afterglow.

“Surely that wasn’t all, right?” Tengen brought you back to the moment as you felt his cock tap against your shoulder playfully. “I’d like to have what you’re having. Now, let’s get you on your knees, hm?”

You felt Kyojuro twitch inside you, his semi flaccid length hardening in you once more at the prospect of another round. Tengen’s hands patted your shoulders in an almost demeaning manor as he guided you to flip over impatiently. You didn’t want Kyojuro to pull out, that strange feeling of wetness as you swiveled your hips around on him made you shiver. You were a bit fatigued by your orgasm and you could barely bring yourself to your knees on your own. Tengen hummed as he watched you struggle, his strong arms encouraging you to rest your unstable limbs on his thighs. It was a vulnerable position, ass in the air for Kyojuro and nestled into Tengen’s lap. Just as you settled, you felt a stream of Kyojuro’s cum run down towards your belly button, making you clench around him.

“Gently now,” Tengen pulled on Kyojuro’s leash, guiding him to push into you.

You were still so sensitive, but the temptation made it impossible for you not to back into him as he slowly inched in. A jolt hit you as he bottomed out again, balls tapping against your swollen clit. A couple of shallow thrusts had Kyojuro fully hard again, his impatience was soon clear by his ever quickening speed. You twitched with overstimulation, legs tensing up each time he hit your sweet spot. Your forehead pressed against Tengen’s thighs as your eyes pinched shut, trying to regain yourself. Past the sensitivity you could feel that pleasure slowly coming back to you, your head lifted back as you finally met his rhythm. Mouth opened, gasps pouring from your lips- suddenly you were interrupted by a salty taste brushing your tongue.

“Hey, give me some love now, won’t you?” Tengen cooed.

The intoxication from Kyojuro’s rolling hips was enough to control you now, that carnal feeling clouded your judgment as your eyes fluttered open to size him up. Tengen was much bigger than you were used to, you weren’t even sure you could fit him into your mouth, but before you could think about it more… Starting small, you tilted your head to the side as you licked up his length. Greedy tongue swirled around his tip as you started to take him in, Tengen’s hand moving to the back of your neck and massaging as you went lower. You were only able to take in about an inch past his tip before your body told you to stop. How were his wives able to do this? Lost in the thought, one violent thrust from Kyojuro sunk your mouth in too deep, causing you to yelp on Tengen.

“Take your time, don’t need to put it all in at once, champ,” his tender hand pet your head as you tried to recover before taking him back in.

The combination worked perfectly; Kyojuro’s rutting helped you sink your mouth onto Tengen gradually, a sense of pride welled up inside as you finally heard Tengen’s breath start to shake from the feeling. You were almost completely drowned in the ecstasy of it all just as Tengen’s soft voice reached your ears.

“…You know,” Tengen murmured, caressing the back of your neck lovingly as you took him in deeper. “Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, secrets between us guys and all, but Kyojuro talks about you a lot.”

You weren’t able to see, but you could tell hear the obvious smirk from Tengen’s voice. The hand on your neck urged you lower, taking in as much of Tengen as you could. Tears streamed down your face as you fought back against your gag reflex, white hair getting closer with the help of Tengen’s hand and Kyojuro’s thrusts. Tengen’s voice helped distract you from the ache of your jaw.

“He never shuts up about you, about all of the things he wants to do to you. It’s cute,” a chuckle from Tengen was met with a soft huff from Kyojuro.

Tengen’s words made your heart throb and walls clench. Clearly it excited Kyojuro too, his rutting quickening soon after. You could feel him leaking out with each thrust, it was all just so much. A chocked moan found its way out of you, Tengen drawing in a gasp from the vibrations. His smug attitude was starting to slip.

“Wish you could see this, Kyojuro,” Tengen’s hand twitched against your neck as he started to show signs of losing himself to the pleasure. “They look amazing with my cock in their mouth.”

You were dizzy from the movement, your eyes shut tight as you snaked your arms around Tengen’s waist. By some miracle you felt a tuft of hair on your nose beyond the sensation of him going down your throat. That sense of pride was drowned out when you heard the leash rattle past Tengen’s shaky breath. He pulled hard on the chain, one last signal to Kyojuro to go all in. His length fully dipped into you, hips grinded up against your heat, a merciless last act that would have had you screaming if it wasn’t for Tengen stuffing you. You had reached that point all over again, completely surrendering as you lifted off to franticly take whatever air in you could through your nose. Kyojuro was rubbing up against you perfectly, your mind went empty, all you could think of was what Tengen said a moment ago- all of the things he wanted to do to you-

Hips bucked back against Kyojuro as your thighs clenched, that sweetness consuming you one more time as tremors ran over your body. You could hear Kyojuro’s muffled groans as he glazed your insides for a second time. Your back dipped, arms relaxed, dissolving into that bliss right before Tengen arched above you, pushing himself completely, muscles twitching. He slowly pulled out, your jaw hanging open as you felt a trickle of his cum follow. You couldn’t possibly stay up after all of that.

Every muscle in your body gave out after you rolled carelessly to your side, you didn’t even have the energy to sprawl out against the sheets anymore. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, uncaring when you felt the thighs wiggle their way out of your grasp. The soft thumps of Tengen’s feet against the floor rang in your ears as you heard him help Kyojuro out of his binds, saying something to him that you didn’t care enough to catch. A familiar body finally curled up around yours on the bed with what little strength he had left, arms wrapping around your waist. A warmth sparked in your chest as his hand intertwined with yours, his thumb softly rubbing against the back of your palm. His face buried into your shoulder, hot breath hitting your back as he tried to gather himself. A fluttering sound from Tengen’s robe grabbed your attention for a moment.

“You guys want anything? Coffee? Whiskey?”

You could feel his presence hover over you before gentle fingers brushed against your cheek. You were somewhat jealous that Tengen recovered so quickly, but that jealousy faded when you felt Kyojuro hug you tighter. Hmm, no, you didn’t even care enough to answer. With how exhausted you both were, the only thing you could think of in response would be to sleep. And that’s all you needed, despite the beckoning call from Tengen.

“…Or, sure, I suppose you two can stay here for the night.”

[sehtoast]

Nyquil and Bribery (Depowered Homelander x OC Sickfic) All of You is Left to Love ch10

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: No plot, just sickfic fun. Nyquil is gross.

Warnings: None.

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Misery.

This was pure fucking misery.

"You're not dying, Johnny."

And that has to be a lie.

But surely it couldn't feel this bad, right? All of his life, seeing the roaches around him with their little ailments– their sniffles and sneezes, their disgusting coughs– convinced with every fiber of his being that they were being dramatic.

So he must be dying. That's the only thing that made sense with every violent cough that rattled him.

His one comfort: the cool hand pressed to his forehead, checking his fever before another round of medicine.

"I mean… it's your first time having the flu, so it's gonna feel bad, y'know?" Ben murmured as he poured a bitter, blue liquid into a small plastic cup.

Homelander cringed at the sight. He hated the taste so fucking much. Couldn't taste half of what he ate, but his tongue could register the vile medicine just fine– go figure.

Ben had told him it would be like black licorice if it were dipped in pure menthol. It was accurate, but somehow so much worse– enough to make him gag and beg for mouthwash of all things.

"You're not makin' me drink that again, are you?" His words slurred slightly, voice nasally and unbecoming of the man who once held more power than God himself could ever dream.

"Mm, no." Ben hummed, his smile sympathetic. "Just pouring it out so it's ready for bed. Lucky for you, just some Tylenol and Mucinex for now."

"Oh thank god," he whined, leaning back against the mountain of pillows damp from fever sweats. All of the air conditioning and fans blowing on him did nothing to help, and his body worked hard to sweat it out.

Absolutely miserable.

"Actually, I was thinking of swapping out the sheets so they'd be dry for you. Maybe toss you in the tub for a bit," Ben ran a hand through his damp locks, ruffling them slightly. "Up to you."

A dry bed sounded nice…

He nodded.

It was a chore to get out of bed. His body ached, especially his back. But, as sure as the sun would rise, his little spider was there to snatch him off his feet and carry him.

As humiliating as it had been, he'd needed help on the first day. He'd felt so horrible that he didn't eat or drink all day. That, combined with the fever, and… well.

He learned the hard way that walking while dizzy was dangerous.

Since then, Ben practically became his nurse. He took off work– shirked his heroic duties to stay home and take care of him to the point he outright ignored the occasional sirens.

He only left for cold medicine and takeout.

The bath water wasn’t quite hot, but not cold, either. Something about not agitating the fever– but it felt incredible nonetheless. Bubbles floated at the top, the scent pleasant even through his congestion.

"M'gonna leave the door open. Holler if you need me, okay?"

He nodded and sank down into the water, eyes fluttering shut.

In a perfect world, he'd be able to hear every breath, every movement Ben made while stripping the sheets and covers from the bed. He’d hear the way Benny bickered with the fitted sheet that he could never quite get right on the first try, or maybe he’d smell the little specks of lemongrass oil he liked to fling on the mattress.

The humming as he worked.

The sigh of sympathy as he removed damp pillowcases.

The intense deliberation between flannel or microfiber sheets.

Instead, he got to sit there and shiver– body frozen despite the heat both in and outside of him. Simply trying to submerge further, damning both his height and the cramped tub that he couldn’t sink fully into the warmth.

He got to dwell on all that he'd lost– and how he wouldn't be like this now if he'd never let his guard down.

Vulnerable.

Weak.

Human.

Homelander hadn’t heard the shuffling of sock covered feet enter the bathroom, nor did he notice the fingertips that dipped into the water.

“You ready?”

He’d have jumped if he didn’t know better. Instead, he just groaned.

Ben insisted he not lift a finger to help– that he only sit there and tolerate his coughs and sniffles while being towel dried.

“I’m not totally helpless, you know.” Homelander blurted out, a hint of irritation in his voice. He gazed down at Ben, who had knelt before him to dry his legs. He meant to say more, but was stopped by a cough rumbling deep in his chest.

“Since when don’t you like being doted on?” Ben asked, eyebrow arched. He meant nothing by it, of course, but the look on John’s face told him all he needed to know.

This was a matter of wounded pride.

Of course it was. Being sick reduced Homelander to a state far weaker than he already was. Reminded him that he could always be knocked down another peg, even when he was sure he’d already reached rock bottom.

Ben rose, standing on his toes to press a kiss to the tip of John’s nose.

A million words danced on the tip of his tongue, but none would remedy feelings like that. So he settled for just leading Homelander back to bed, where they stayed for the rest of the afternoon to relax.

Until, of course, it was time to go to sleep.

“No– Ben, no! I’m not doing it!”

“C’mon, you know it helps you sleep.” Ben had straddled him, holding that little cup of foul medicine as though it wasn’t pure evil. He giggled at John’s protests, wondering if this is perhaps how his parents felt trying to convince him to take his medicine as a child.

“I…” Homelander seemed to pause as if to weigh the options of sleeping or coughing all night. His expression fell, becoming even more serious. “Sweeten the pot, Benjamin. You gotta do better than that.”

The wall crawler feigned offense.

“Fine. How about a kiss?”

“Not good enough.” John groaned, leaning back into his throne of pillows. “Do better.”

“Johnathan!”

“It’s like drinking sewage!” He countered.

Ben sat back for a minute, deep in thought, eyes flicking to Homelander’s face every so often until the perfect idea hit him.

“What if I…” He leaned forward, coming in close to whisper promises of bedroom shenanigans so filthy he dare not speak them aloud. “...and I’ll even let you tie me up with my webs. Deal?”

Without a second of hesitation, Homelander snatched the cup and downed it with all the enthusiasm of a shot. He didn’t even cringe.

“Deal!”

[rosyjuly]

professor rosy july....... I require your wisdom...... is it true before my time there was even a dilfier silver fox 🤌 who could top even the neurotic Austrian stallion......

my liege… we must venture into the unexplored and brave the unknown. 

all i’m saying is toto asking an entire room full of journalists whether they want maurizio and him coming out and maurizio leaning in close, telling him to shut up…

maurizio coming over to his hotel room later and toto preparing a nice bottle of cabernet savignon, polishing the glasses with a sterilized microfiber cloth, arranging them so they make a perfect picture on the tray – not that maurizio cares. but maurizio takes a seat opposite him and takes generous sips. he’s a man intending to enjoy life to the fullest. they talk, and he lets his eyes linger on toto’s vulnerable throat, watches him swallow the wine, and then swallow again for how heavy maurizio’s gaze is. they both know why they’re there. but maurizio is in no rush. and he knows how toto gets, under his pristine, done up shirts, how the little tremors must be running across his skin already. 

maurizio finishes his glass and puts it down with a quiet thud: on the bare table, not on the coaster toto has painstakingly placed next to the tray. toto’s jaw ticks. maurizio stands and goes to look out the window – toto follows him like they’re tied together with the red string of fate. and then maurizio runs his big hands up toto’s back, dragging his shirt out of his pants, and then trails them back down, hooks the tips of his fingers under his waistband, grazing the swell of his ass. toto exhales. maurizio is looking up at him with dark eyes, cataloguing his reactions – not that they’re anything new at this point. 

“now tell me what you wanted to achieve today,” he tells toto quietly, “when you told your jokes.” 

“you know what i wanted,” toto says and licks his lips. maurizio chuckles. 

“va bene.” and then he makes toto undo both of their pants. he gets a firm grip on toto’s cheeks and pulls him in, and tells toto to move, and toto does, gripping maurizio’s shoulders, grinding and rubbing against him. maurizio has his head tilted up, his dark eyes half-lidded and all-observing. 

and then maurizio tells him to get on the bed, and he fists a hand in toto’s hair and presses his face into the million-thread pillow until toto is gasping for both the lack of air and the relentless pace maurizio keeps fucking him with.

[vaahomedecor]

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[readyforthegarden]

So some context for my latest soft Jake thought; I've been having some bad breakouts lately and I'm generally insecure about being around people without makeup on/taking my makeup off around people. And I just like to imagine dating Jake and when he sees you with makeup off, like coming to bed at night, he gets a soft smile on his face and say "there's my girl" 🥲

Nooo!!! I feel that Anna! I hate acne flair ups, I get to the point I never want to leave the house when I have one.

Jake would make it a point to let you know just how beautiful you are with or without makeup. I like to imagine it starts off as small compliments, like first thing in the morning, when you wake and still have lines from your pillow case on your cheek, he’s smiling softly and whispering a low and crackly “you’re so beautiful in the morning”

After a while of that, he’s in the bathroom with you in the morning, washing his face or trimming his facial hair in the mirror as you do your skin care, and complimenting the dewy glow your moisturizer gives your cheeks, and you could stop there and you’re already the most beautiful person in the world. Then it gets to be, he wants to support what makes you feel comfortable. You mention wanting to try a new concealer on the market and suddenly he comes home with five of them. He wasn’t sure what shade you’d be, but he got the ones he thought would match and whatever doesn’t he can return. He’s walking around Sephora with you and running his finger in the highlighters, swatching them on your wrist as he walks by and telling you to get them, to add to your natural radiance.

Then he’s in the bathroom with you when you take off your makeup. At first you didn’t like it, and made it known, but one night after a few too many drinks, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of, and took it off for you, gently rubbing your face with the cleanser and soft microfiber towel. He’d murmur how gorgeous you are, how he loves the slope of your nose, the round apples of your cheeks, the shape of your eyes. Once your makeup was removed and he did another cleanse, applied your moisturizers and whatnot, he’s smile at your sleepy face, acne scars and pimples and say “there’s my girl. My beautiful girl.” And from then on, you almost looked forward to taking off your makeup at night, coming back into the bedroom or bumping into him in the hallway and him greeting you that way, it feels almost like a anchor of comfort.

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[starforger]

Likes & dislikes: Maha

Colors: Maha likes most colors, and tends to wear different shades every day. Her preference is to wear a few bright colors against a backdrop of black, to have the colors themselves pop out. Her favorites are purple and red, and definitely gold. She's sure to wear something with golden embroidery, or gold jewelry. But really, anything bright and shiny catches her attention.

Textures: Soft and smooth is best. Silk, down, fur, anything like that is comfortable to the touch for her. Her bedding and pillows are lined in microfiber bamboo (she would have chosen silk, but she already wears silken nightgowns and would simply slide out of bed if her bedding was also made of silk) and rugs from the softest karakul wool. Comfort is key here.

Music: She's particularly fond of sylphic music due to her close relationship with the sylphs of Little Solace. Their music delights her, and in turn, her dances delight them. It's a good time for all.

Weather: Clear skies at night, where she has uninterrupted view of the stars and moon as they traverse the skies. Maha prefers cool temperatures to warm, as well, and hates the humidity (who doesn't?)

Other: In a broad sense, wealth, decadence, and comfort. Maha is surprisingly easy to please, despite the 'high-maintenance' front she puts on. She just likes being treated, and treating herself, to anything she might be in the mood for at the moment. Her interests change with the seasons, but she's pretty up front about what she likes and dislikes, so it's not as though it's a tough guessing game with her.

tagged by @saeta (thank you! This was fun.)

tagging @healerstail @damien-ward @aces-and-kings @voidwife @gatheredfates @winternightjewels @galla-xiv @ahollowgrave @sheisstarryeyed @briar-ffxiv & anyone else who wants.

[doctorshadow8]

The Eiffel Tower

Yeah this is from my TF2 au Trials, Tribulations, and Teufort, Enjoy!

Scout had been feeling better since his last mishap with the sizeshifting, but he still felt uneasy about it. The memory kept replaying over and over again, growing huge then being so miniscule the slightest movement would send him flying. He’d seen films about The Incredible Shrinking Man, not once did he think he’d be in the position to understand it.Billy winced, it was- embarrassing, shameful even. Even the thought of being in someone's single hand, let alone that prick frenchman, was enough to make him green with anxiety. He went to bed early that night, hoping to get a good night's rest. However, in the middle of the night, Billy woke up feeling strange.

He looked down at his body and gasped. He was shrinking again, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. No matter how much Billy wanted to just stop, for everything to just stop, the sizeshifter part refused so much so it was painful to argue with it. “H- HEY! Is- Is anyone there! PLEASE SOMEONE I- I..” suddenly the shouting turned into sobbing as Billy collapsed into his body, hugging his legs into a compact fetal position. The worst part about shrinking: You are rendered utterly useless and vulnerable. It was almost, depressingly obvious not even a raccoon would've been awake in the base. That was until he heard a voice beside him.

"Are you alright, Scout?"

He looked up and saw Spy standing over him like the mother fucking eiffel tower, a very concerned tower. Billy rubbed the tears away, his face red with embarrassment that someone had actually caught him in this state. This would’ve been fine if he’d be 30 feet towering over teufort, but 3 inches isn’t exactly towering material. 

"I'm fine, just a little...uh...problem," Scout muttered, shrugging the ordeal off like it was ‘no big deal’.

Spy raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't seem like 'just a little problem', Scout. Are you sure you're okay?"

Scout sighed, realizing that he couldn't keep his secret from Spy forever. "Okay, fine. We’ve talked about this, I can't control it and it's really fucking embarrassing. I can’t even sleep normally when my pillow is the size of a damn football field!"

Spy raised a brow "That sounds more preferable than a mattress filled with microfiber.”  

“That- that’s not the point, It makes me feel like a freak I-"

Spy nodded his head. "You are a freakish boy."

Billy looked up at him like he’d just been punched in the gut. "Thanks, Spy. That means a lot coming from you. Ya know if you came here to insult me to my face, you coulda said somethin first. Jeez, you’re a real prick ya know that? " 

Spy smiled. "Of course, mon ami. Now you may be a freak, You may be the most unpredictable illiterate boy i’ve known-" “Hey watch it buddy-” “But you are no less than the freak obsessed with unicorns and hellfire. Sure, You downsize- or upsize- it’s hard to keep track anymore, but you are no less annoying than the same scout i’ve had the godawful pleasure of working with before.” And just like that, spy took a single index finger and patted Billy on the back. 

They sat in silence for a while, it was deafening, it made Scout think. It wasn’t that he couldn’t think before, but now he had to reflect on everything spewed at him. It was different being patted on the back by a regular sized hand, it was painfully obvious something was off when a whole finger covered his left shoulder. Despite it, Billy leaned into it. On a regular day the speech would have made him brush it off and go back to reading comics, yet now it was just as big of a reality check as spy. A fucking eiffel tower. Scout started growing back to his normal size, muscles contracting and bones expanding. The sickening series of crunching made the frenchman hold his mouth in effort to not gag. Billy took a deep inhale then stretched his limbs "Thank you, Spy."

Spy patted him on the back, a normal sized pat “Goodnight Billy”.