#or rather before my shift w/e

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From work this morning

[thelostsisters]

i really wonder if they’re going to change sam and henry’s ending now, bc as good of a choice as it was not to have bill suffering in the aftermath of frank’s death like he did in the game, i feel like having two episodes back to back that end with a character choosing to take their life after losing the one person they love would be… a lot

[anikaluv]

THIS IS REAL —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff (slight angst?)

❤︎︎ cw: reader gets stood up :( , Miles (e!42) is named Myles (creative Ik), suggestive content, cussing

❤︎︎ summary: It’s been a few months since you and Myles have been “practicing”, and you finally got the courage to ask Miles out. Unfortunately, you get stood up on y’alls first date and Miles (e!42) happens to come in time to sweep you off your feet.

❤︎︎ w/c: 2.1K

❤︎︎ a/n: Tysm for all the support on my last post babes <3 . Decided I’ll post a part two cause y’all make me feel a lil motivated.

PART ONE EXTRA

You lean back against Myles desk as he pinned you down, making out with you mercilessly. His hands once on your waist now fully rummaging your body looking for anything he can get his hands on. You mumble random pleads, the more his lips interact with yours the farther you tip off the edge.

Myles smirks confidently, fully aware of the effect he has on you, and he revels in the satisfaction it brings him. "You've wanted this all along, haven't you, princesa?" he taunts, knowing deep down that you desired him. Over the past few months, during your visits to the Morales' house for your supposed "study sessions" with Miles, you came in clothes more revealing than the last.

He loved it.

In truth, you have no idea why you had been secretly finding your way to Myles' room over the past few months, and honestly, you still had no idea what you two were. Each time, you reminded yourself that these encounters weren't truly bringing you closer to Miles but rather betraying him.

However, you managed to summon the courage to ask Miles out recently, and to your surprise, he accepted. So you decided to fully give in to your desires, which lead you to this very moment.

You gently pulled away, ending the intense kiss. Myles licked his lips, shamelessly admiring your curves while you struggled to catch your breath. Releasing your arms from around his neck, you placed them on his toned chest.

Bashfully, you gazed up into Myles' eyes and summoned the courage to address the question that had been weighing on your mind for months. "Myles, this is still just practice, right?" you asked, attempting to speak out the uncertainty that had plagued you.

Myles chuckled at your question, but his amusement quickly faded as he recognized your seriousness. "Of course, mami." he replied, his tone shifting to one of sincerity.

You nodded, finding comfort in his reassurance, and tilted your head back as Myles began planting tender kisses along your neck. His hands glided down to your ass, squeezing it firmly, while he trailed a path of kisses down your collarbone.

Each peck he lays on your skin came with little compliments that makes you melt in his hold. “You taste so good, mami….such a good girl f’me” he whispered, and your heart swelled with warmth at his praise. You babbled a thank you, the words sounding like a melody to his ears.

Unfortunately for the both of you, a ringing sound rang around the room, snapping you back to reality. Your neck naturally turned towards your phone, giving Myles more access to your skin.

He bit into it fiercely, trying to catch you off guard. That for sure left a mark. You gasp loudly, Myles took that as consent to continue. "Come on, chiquita, just ignore it," he urged, attempting to persuade you to brush off the interruption. You tried to, yet you couldn’t ignore the loud ringing that echoed through the room.

You reach for your phone, dismissing the sound of Miles groaning in defeat. Your eyes bulged at the alert on the screen. “Reminder: Date Night with Miles at 9:30” . Instantly, you sprung up from Myles' desk and swiftly gathered your purse and belongings.

Myles watched you, curious. "Woah, where are you going in such a hurry, ma?" You finished collecting your things and made a beeline for the door. "I have to go home and get ready before I'm late for my date with Miles!" Turning around one last time, you planted a swift peck on Myles' cheek.

"Thank you, Myles, for everything," you said quickly, and just like that, you were gone. Myles stood there, his hand subconsciously caressing the spot where your peck had left its mark, grinning softly.

“Anything for you, mami.”

You sat at a circled booth looking around at your surroundings. Miles told you he would pick out the place so you had no idea what to expect.

The restaurant was amazing. It wasn’t extremely fancy, it carried a homey vibe, but still had elegance. Soothing Soul music echoed throughout the restaurant as scents of delicious foods wafted through your nose.

It was perfect.

You squirmed in the booth, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. You had chosen to wear a short skintight black dress. It hung tightly to all of your curves in the right way. It was a little see-through, but the restaurant was partly dim, so you hoped it wouldn’t be too much.

Your hand instinctively moved towards your neck, gently caressing the hickey mark that Myles had left behind. Even spending nearly 30 minutes meticulously applying makeup to conceal it, you couldn't help but feel frustrated.

An annoyed grunt escaped your lips as you envisioned Myles smirking, fully aware of the predicament he had caused.

You slapped your forehead in frustration, this was your exact problem. You’ve tried to get your head off Myles for the past 2 hours. But no matter what, he would always stick in the back of your mind, like a leech, a hot attractive leech.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation. If Miles didn't show up soon, you feared where this train of thought might lead you.

Your gaze swiftly shifted towards the entrance, and lo and behold, there he was—the face that had captivated your admiration for quite some time.

Despite the dimly lit ambiance of the restaurant, you recognized him instantly, his iconic smirk played on his lips as he exchanged pleasantries with the usher, pointing in the direction of your booth. His untied Jordan's adorned his feet with effortless style as he strode towards you, a sleek black suit hugging his lean frame.

Your heart raced in anticipation, unable to resist the overwhelming feeling of swooning in his presence.

As he approached, you reached into your clutch to retrieve your phone, determined to put it on silent. There was no way you would allow any distractions from this man.

Just as you grabbed your phone, the screen suddenly lit up, revealing the notification: "4 unread messages." The sender's identity puzzled you for a moment.

Miles <3

Hey, something came up.

I’m so sorry.

Would you wanna reschedule?

I’ll make this up to you, I promise.

You’ve never been more confused your whole life, everything was frozen in place, the pieces just weren’t coming together. If Miles wasn’t coming to y’all’s date, then who on earth-

“Hola, mami.”

Fuck.

Myles smoothly slid into the booth beside you, casually looking through the menu. "What are you thinking of getting, ma?" he asked, his tone nonchalant. "I’ve never been to a place like this so imma let you choose.”

“Myles. What the actual hell are you doing here?”, you stutter out, your voice filled with confusion.

Questions raced through your mind. How did he even know your date was gonna be here? Why was he here? Was this some sort of sick joke?

“Woah, chill out.” Myles jokingly rose his hands up in defense. “Let’s focus on you, hermosa.”

He inched closer to you, his gaze leisurely roaming over your features. “Te ves absolutamente hipnotizante… (You look absolutely mesmerizing),” he murmured.

The way he looked at you so intensely, you felt like you were naked.

Despite the way your breathe became caught, you decided to shove those emotions deep down and face the problem at hand. “Don’t try to change the subject Morales. This was supposed to be a special night, my special night and I don’t need you ruining it.”

Myles let out a playful scoff, clearly not taking your words seriously. "Oh, come on, ma, you don't actually mean that," he teased.

He casually draped his arm around your shoulder, his other hand delicately caressing your thigh as he toyed with the edge of your dress. "Forget about him. He's not showing up anyway. Besides, you have me," he mumbled the last part, but it was enough to provoke frustration within you.

You swat his hand away forcefully, displaying your aggression. "I can't simply forget about him, Myles!" you exclaim, your voice filled with desperation. "I've been looking forward to this day my entire life, for fucks sake!", you crossed your arms and huffed, denying to believe the situation you’re currently in.

It felt as if smoke were coming from your ears, and though you tried to maintain a composed tone, the venom in your words could not be contained, striking into Myles heart like knives.

Myles clenched his fists tightly, irritation seeping through his features . "So, what? Am I not good enough for you now?" he spat, his eyebrows furrowing in anger as he locked eyes with you. "All those times you snuck into my room, it was all just a game to you, huh?"

He gently rested his hand on top of yours, and when you didn't pull away, he intertwined his fingers with yours.“He don't deserve you and you know it. Leaving such a pretty girl like this, and you still want him? You a fool, ma,” he admitted. His other hand reached up, gently gripping your chin, tilting your face towards his. “I can treat you so much better than him.”

You responded with silence, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions flooding your mind. "So, what exactly are you saying?" you mustered, your voice filled with a desperate need for confirmation. You craved concrete words, an explicit declaration that this wasn't some sort of joke, prank, or-

Myles gently cupped your cheek, pulling you closer until his lips met yours in a light kiss. It was different, it was gentle. Unlike the heated sessions you had in his room, right now he treated you so delicately. His hand found home around your waist, and you let him hold you, accepting anything he would give you.

"I want you so bad, mami," he confessed, his eyes captivating your attention with every word. "I adore every aspect of you. Todo, princesa—I want all of you," he expressed, his words filled with passion and longing.

A smile broke across your face, a realization dawning upon you. Who knew you’ve been after the wrong Morales brother this whole time. "I feel the same way, Myles," you confessed, giggling as he released a sigh of relief you didn’t know he was holding.

You playfully pecked his cheek, causing his signature smirk to return to his face. He leaned his head against your neck, finding solace in your embrace.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, reciprocating the hug wholeheartedly. However, a lingering question continued to nag at your mind. "So, does this mean we're officially together?" you asked, a touch of worry laced in your voice.

Thankfully, Myles sensed your unease and began whispering into your ear, his words comforting as he gently traced soothing circles on your waist.

“Don’t worry princesa I promise you, this is real.”, and you immediately felt content, because at the end of the day you wanted him, needed him, and you knew he would happily give you everything you desired”

.

.

.

“Also, I see that you tried to hide that hickey I left on yo neck, if you want, I can give you another one somewhere el-“

“Miles Gonzalo Morales.”

“Love you too, mami.”

EXTRA: "Goddammit, I'm not gonna be able to make it," Miles muttered, frustration evident in his voice as he listened to the news of a villain initiating a bank heist. He sighed, reaching for his phone to send you the disappointing message.

Meanwhile, Myles paused his game and removed his headset, intrigued by his brother's conversation. "Won't make it to what?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued. Miles exhaled heavily as he began preparing himself, putting on his spider suit.

"Me and [your name]’s date. We were supposed to have it at [restaurant name] tonight, and I even bought this special suit for the occasion," he explained.

Myles feigned disappointment, masking his true intentions as his brother prepared to make a daring exit through the window. "Ah, what a bummer," Myles responded, concealing his excitement.

As soon as Miles left the room, Myles sprang into action, rushing straight to his brother's closet. If he wanted this to work, he would have to be quick.

ENDING A/N: AHHH THIS IS MY BABY. This girly took a whole week and I hope y’all like her. I wanted to continue the playfulness of the practice kissing idea but also dig deeper on the uncertainty of what you and Myles were and I think I did it well! Thanks for everyone who waited and supported Just for Practice, you are the ones who motivated me to write This is Real. Stay tuned for my next post loves <3

TAGLIST: @moodysunflowerbaby @bbybubbles @nightshxdex @sparkysparking101 @go-to-sleep-salem @hellokittygator @yumimak @stevenknightmarc @spidrstar @sukisprettyface @loaks-tanhi @homebyeleven @urmotherswhor3 @hxidyq @axeoverblade @kaaylvst @em711 @agstuffsworld @st4rmiles @imonmyvigilanteshh @1uv4jiya @l5byrinth @planetspiderzz @janaeby @6thhokageswife

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[xxsycamore]

OFFICE ACTIVITIES

╰┈➤ ❝ That's why I can't go on with my day before I do this to you. I need to see you squirt on my fingers, and I need it now. ❞

Roy Mustang x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Office Sex; Secret Workplace Relationship; Semi-Public Sex; risky sex; Desk Sex; Sexual Fantasy; Dirty Talk; a lot of dirty talk; Teasing; Kink Negotiation; Glove Kink; ROY'S GLOVES; you know where they're going; Hand & Finger Kink; Finger Sucking; mouth fucking (w fingers); Begging; Praise Kink; Pet Names; Roy is both rough and very loving; Female Ejaculation; Squirting; and i mean SQUIRTING; squirting is the main focus of this fic; Vaginal Fingering; Multiple Orgasms; Overstimulation; Masturbation; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Aftercare; Some Humor; Light Dom/sub; Dominant Roy; Dacryphilia • wordcount: 5,211 • masterlist

"Colonel, you wanted to see me—"

"Lock the door."

Blinking, you look at Roy's silhouette where he remains with his back to you in his chair, facing the windows of the sunlit office. You do a small bow while complying like a good subordinate, even when he won't see it, and lock the door from the inside. Still, you can't help but let out a small sigh. The pile of paperwork on his desk is bigger than what you saw this morning, when you expected to find it at least halved by now. But alas. And while everyone is away taking care of their own duties, you have the office to yourselves today, so locking the door is hardly necessary…

"With all due respect Colonel, you really, really don't have to hide the fact that I'm helping you with paperwork. I'm sure everyone knows by now."

Roy spins in his chair bossily, raising a hand to signal he doesn't want to hear more. "I'm not going to ask you to do that."

"No, seriously, it's okay, I-"

"Come here."

You do as told, ready to take the load he'll hand you from another pile, or something else to be taken care of in his stead, anything, really. He's in the habit of procrastinating often, you know your Colonel well. There is something almost endearing about it, when he doesn't realize how bad he is at masking it.

He's gesturing you to stand not in front of his desk but rather to join his side, and you do, finding yourself close enough to notice even how the irritation colors his gaze to make it fiercer. Once you're where he summoned you, Roy removes the folder he was holding in his lap and throws it on the desk.

This tricks you into thinking that the folder is the object of importance in this exchange. When your eyes shift to those of the Colonel for further cues as to what is wanted of you, your attention is inevitably stolen.

Roy's blue uniform trousers are tented with an obvious erection.

Face heating up, you quickly close your slightly agape mouth and try to look anywhere else, and disastrously you meet his gaze. Judging by the way he does nothing to hide the fact that he has a noticeable hard-on, or by the way he looks you right in the eye, you have the feeling that you'll get to live another day. Then he speaks again.

"I can't work like that."

His tone is stern, not even a whisper; something akin to one of his less-straightforward orders that would see him click his tongue when failed to comprehend by the other party.

And you don't want to disappoint.

"I understand. You can't work like that indeed, Colonel…"

And you do understand. If he went this far, then that's all you need to understand that you're allowed to lower your guard now.

It's all so natural with you when Roy beckons you into his lap, and you don't lose time maneuvering yourself because you've claimed this seat dozens of times already; your Colonel has a high sex drive. Despite being lovers after work hours, he still needs you during the day, when you're stuck playing this game of pretend. Or maybe that part is exactly what entices him?

Claiming his lips for an impatient kiss, you can't help the small grunt that escapes your throat as soon as Roy's hands begin roaming and foundling about your chest.

The worst part, you never get used to this.

With color on your cheeks, you try your hardest not to hump his leg and miss entirely the point of your being summoned here. You place another chaste kiss on his lips, boldly taking the decision of when enough is enough as you nudge things forward. Undoing the first button of his uniform, you make place for your lips to touch the heated skin underneath. To feel his hot pulse under your tongue as you place kitten licks there.

Roy's curiosity leaves him enjoying the show as you find your footing again, removing yourself from his lap and instead sinking to your knees with a thud. Your hands make their way downward on his torso and then fall on his thighs, his clothed arousal right in front of you.

"You should've told me sooner, Colonel… I could sneak under your desk, I could even stay there while you attempt to take care of those documents… With the way I'm hidden, surely the door doesn't even need to be locked."

You time your suggestion with palming the tent of his trousers, eager to feel how your words get to his head. But he only smirks.

"As much as I feel compelled, no."

It leaves you confused as you stand between Roy's legs. It's rare for him to refuse a blowjob, the balance of powers in this game of teasing is once again off in favor of his striking dominance.

"On the desk. Now."

Pulse quickening, you find your head clouded when you rise to your feet again. Roy all but backs you onto the desk with his body, your legs parting to make space for him in between.

His backlit frame only highlights the darkness of his eyes as he has you cornered; you prop yourself up on your elbows and wait for something, anything.

"You know, you're the reason I can't do my work right now. I've been thinking about you again. About fingering you."

Fuck. This close up, you're sure he can observe even the tiniest of bodily reactions he rips out of you with words alone. The slight twitching of your leg, the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you realize you're at fault for his hard-on. The expectation in your wide eyes that are pleading him to share the images birthed by his brilliant mind that led to this.

"That's why I can't go on with my day before I do this to you. I need to see you squirt on my fingers, and I need it now."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you swear you can feel the blood pumping in your veins turn to liquid fire as you burn from the inside. Something deep in your belly awakens, steals your resolve and fills your mind with cries of hunger.

Roy wants to make you squirt; to send your body into tremors overpowering your very control of it until you're helpless and making a mess of his hand, of possibly everything - the thought is almost scary, for reasons unknown to you, and you shiver. The signals your brain unwittingly sends south make you feel a certain pressure rooted deep within your core - as if, almost by his spoken command alone, your body can obey and leak arousal through the layers of clothing that you want gone now.

And so you begin to undress, making him chuckle with your impatience. He meets your hands halfway and easily takes over with his much steadier ones, unshaken by building lust unlike you - even if his firm erection which is now pressing against your thigh says otherwise.

He mutters something about how much easier this process would be if you were wearing a miniskirt right now and not those troublesome uniform pants - and the distraction returns some blood to your head as you exaggerate a sigh followed by a tiny laughter. It makes the task of taking off your uniform jacket and unbuttoning your shirt easier.

Unlike the hushed pace of removing the article of clothing, Roy noticeably slows down while peeling the underwear off your lower half, enjoying how he renders you naked and completely on display before him. He pokes a firm index finger on your glistening folds to part them, and you can see his gaze clouding with desire as he inspects the wetness seeping from your core.

Before you can avert your eyes, he locks his with yours. The gentle caress of his warm palm on your belly right over your womb startles you.

"Do you think you can do this for me?"

The whine coming from deep in your throat surprises you, and you feel as if you can get off on this simple, chaste sensation alone. Your pussy throbs in neglect.

"Please."

Roy mocks you just a little bit with his laughter for receiving pleas in place of an answer. Even if it works just about alright with him.

Instead of feeling his fingertips returning to your folds, upon withdrawing, you hear a desk drawer opening. Willing your heart to take the chance and relax, your eyes follow Roy's ministrations as much as they can. He takes something from the drawer and - to your utter surprise, it's a new pair of white pyrotex gloves.

Your legs twitch in a manner of closing, instinctively, as you stare at Roy confused.

"Don't play coy now, I know you've always wanted this. You can't take your eyes off my hands when I'm wearing those."

You puffer your bottom lip, defeated. He's way too observant. Or you're way too horny when it comes to this, to him. Especially now that the only thing you can call the display of his fingers pushing their way inside to find their designated places, vain at the back of his hand protruding, ministrations rougher and rushed because he's not touch you right now, is simply pornographic. They look so good on him, stressing the deftness and length of his beautiful fingers, the flame alchemy transmutation circles at the back stark red to remind they're no ordinary gloves.

"But… isn't this…"

"Dangerous? You think I'd put you in danger?"

There's irony in that line when it comes out of the mouth of Roy Mustang putting on the gloves that give him the name of the Flame Alchemist, but you can will your brain into pushing through the surface to see the offering of trust here. Especially because he is so dangerous is that line so delightful, stroking the trust of your heart that would let him do everything, anything to you.

Combined with his touch returning to caress your skin, this time on the inside of your thigh, you genuinely relax - but only for a second, because you're now busy trying to commit to memory every second of feeling the texture of his gloves on your naked, sensitive skin.

"Besides… I thought you love to say that they're useless when wet."

. . . . .

"Pfft—"

"Are you laughing now?" Roy's eyebrow arches as he stares you down, one part genuine disappointment, one part overemphasis as he knows you'll only laugh harder at his reaction. And laughter is a good balm for relieving the nervousness that made your belly noticeably tense up and cave into itself.

His thoughtfulness goes mostly unnoticed as your laughter quickly morphs into another whine as Roy's glove-clad hand brushes against your arousal. The touch is feather-light, yet when looking down you can unmistakably see the glistening juices on the tip of his middle finger where he used it to swipe along the slit of your pussy.

"Have you fantasized about this before?"

Roy is awful for ending most of what he says with the curve of a question, giving tasks to your brain that are a little too hard to take on. He drives your mind to a place inside the darkest nooks and corners of your perverse imagination where you see yourself stealing his gloves to masturbate with. Or where he's letting out his frustrations on you, you being dragged in an ally just meters away from where some bastard managed to run away from him, tarnishing his plans. You love how he fights but manages to never get his hands dirty. Being dragged to these dangerous missions that give you the chance to see him in action never fails to mix pure, incontrollable desire with the adrenaline running through your veins.

"Yes…" You confess in a tiny voice, and Roy rewards you with another barely-there touch, even if it aims not to bring you pleasure but to simply coat his fingers in your juices and prepare them for penetration. Roy raises them up for you to see. You're already wetter than when you'd finish fingering yourself to the thought of him, and it makes your face red with embarrassment.

"How unfair. I remember being way more concrete when sharing what goes in my mind than you, just now. But I will allow it… you seem to have a hard time forming coherent words right now."

Your brain goes haywire with the rising expectation of feeling him either on your clit or inside you first - the seconds stretching out endlessly before he finally makes his attack, the tip of his middle finger rubbing the tense muscles of your entrance.

Roy is careful as he pushes his finger in, having a good idea about the impact of this long-awaited exploration of the material of the gloves in your most sensitive place.

You're erratic, body spasming to suck him in deeper and pelvic arching to scratch the itch you have deep inside. The fabric adds a delicious layer of thickness to his already girthy finger, but…

"Not- enough— More…!"

Roy clicks his tongue. "You're way too impatient. I'm already being so generous to you, pushing my fingers inside you to give you what you want. Perhaps you can learn from a little exercise before we continue."

Roy's finger exits your heat roughly, in vivid contrast to how he entered you, bringing forth more wetness that helplessly leaks on the office desk. You exhale heavily in defeat, pleading Roy with a wet gaze. He remains unwavering, like training a dog that refuses to obey, and raises his other, dry hand to your face with fingers stretched forward.

The little cute tilt of your head has him letting out a mocking sneaker, and he suppresses the need to scold you for needing verbal orders as well.

"Suck."

Following every little twitching of your pupils as your eyes get hazed with the desire to worship him, Roy is not sure if your mouth falls open to moan or to take him in first. Either way, his fingertips already register the softness of your lips, even through the texture of the glove.

You part your lips further with the intention to fit two of his fingers in your mouth, and Roy allows it. Your tongue explores them, tracing over the seam running down the sides, then the junction of his index and middle fingers. You suck there, barely remembering to look Roy in the eye like you wanted to instead of remaining with your eyes closed in bliss.

He looks… aroused. With how much composure he possesses, the thought of how, in turn, you might look right now scares you. But you can't do anything about it - this, too, is a major fantasy of yours. And it only gets better.

Withdrawing with a wet pop, next you hope to fit another finger in, if Roy is willing to bring them closer together, and he quickly gets the idea.

This is his left hand that he uses to do this to your mouth, and he is still so very skillful with it. He tricks you into thinking you could do whatever you want with his three fingers in your mouth, but as soon as you lower your guard, Roy shifts their position, grabbing your tongue.

Your eyes widen, pathetically trying to call out to him in the one moment your ability to speak is stolen. Roy enjoys the muffled sound that resembles his name and continues to hold out your tongue between his fingers, watching you begin to droll.

From there on it's easy for him to shift his fingers once more, placing them flat against your wet tongue before gathering them together again…and beginning to slide them on your tongue.

The place between your legs is burning, and it feels like torture when you already know what it feels like when he pleasures you. You'd much rather he didn't touch you there at all before this, inner walls contracting to chase after the faint memory of his single digit's shape where it was buried inside you.

Roy fucks your mouth with his gloved fingers, and you moan around them. It's a filthy display, with your cunt dripping on his desk, and he can't avert his gaze for a second.

"Enjoying yourself? Maybe I can keep doing this until you cum and we end things here?"

Alerted, you want to communicate your wish to go all the way with what he planned for you, and to speak you need to withdraw - but the second you lean back, Roy's hand pushes forward, following your movement without letting you escape.

Just before you can choke, Roy removes his fingers from your mouth, and you see how much they're covered in your saliva. The risk did things to you you're unwilling to admit.

"Okay, I get it. You need more."

Finally able to take mouthfuls of oxygen again, you feel silly for being so worked up and breathless from just this. But Roy likes what he sees, especially when you try to present your cunt better for him, spreading your legs further apart.

"You're absolutely leaking…"

"Colonel, Please…" You beg, attaching the honorific to your pleas because you know the effect it has on him. "Colonel Mustang, please fuck me with your fingers. Make me squirt."

He returns his right hand to the burning skin of the apex of your thighs, tracing along your outer lips with a small hum.

"Okay then. Let's make your cunt squirt for me."

You throw your head back a second too quickly, as the heavenly feeling of Roy entering you again domineers over the bits of decency left in you. His finger bottoms out in you, swirls around until his palm is facing downwards, and is taken out again - just for you to instead feel the tips of middle and ring fingers prodding your hole next, in the same position.

"Nghh—" You groan, remembering to breathe as Roy explores your tight insides. You begin to relax, and the movement of his fingers gradually becomes smoother. The wet sounds of his entry come to your ears every time he pushes out the way out and pushes in again, and they embarrass you a little.

After a good few strokes like this, Roy turns his hand around.

He keeps his fingers buried deep inside, unmoving save for his fingertips that begin to search around, prodding into your front wall, looking for that spongy part inside you that will make you see stars.

More heat rushes to your lower body and you let a particularly loud gasp when Roy finds it. He mutters a word of self-satisfaction and repeats the motion, hitting your G-spot.

The pleasure begins to build with a dangerous speed, and you barely contain your moans. There's still something missing, but if you receive it right now, it will be too much.

Roy knows your body and its limits well. He doesn't force the pleasure on you, and keeps a steady but slow pace. Monitoring your sweet sounds, he is careful as to when to move on to the next step.

"I'm going to touch you here next."

Narrating his ministrations, he manages to make you focus. You fix your position on the desk again, making sure to watch what he's doing.

Roy puts the thumb of his left hand flat on your clit. At first, the mere presence of it is enough to send sparks of stimulation deep inside you, creating a loop of pleasure with where his fingers are buried, but you get used to it quickly. Then, he begins to rub your aroused nub, and you go erratic once again.

"Ahh— Too much-"

"Shh, I got you." He gives you a break, simply resting his thumb there without caressing, while he focuses on thrusting his fingers in and out.

Your heavy breaths are entangling with needy moans as the pleasure builds, this damned feeling of not enough threatening to eat you up from the inside. Roy knows your body well in combination with masterfully reading your reactions, and generously gives you more when you ask for it. The balls of your feet press harder into the surface of the desk near the very edge of it, your torso lifting just a little bit, to chase after Roy's movements inside you. He lets you rock back into his fingers, more wetness coming out and lubricating his entry.

"I'm going to speed up now. Tell me if you need to stop."

You breathe heavily through your nose, nodding your head more times than he needs for confirmation, and it makes him chuckle. The corners of his lips don't stay curled for longer than a second because of his growing concentration.

The rubbing on your clit returns, and Roy's fingers don't slow down. Standing there with nowhere to escape but to receive his rough, filthy yet loving pleasuring, you grip the edge of the desk behind your back preparing yourself, as it builds up.

"Roy- it feels a bit strange—"

"In a good way? Like you wanna go?"

Your answer comes a bit late because your mouth is stuck falling open in the face of those unfamiliar sensations. You hurry to blurt it out before stops, god forbid.

"In a very good way…! Just please, don’t stop!"

Not needing to be told twice, Roy keeps the pace, firmly hitting that same spot inside you with his fingers while rubbing on your clit. He watches your body spasm as you let out a scream, and then it happens.

Liquid begins to stream out of you, coating Roy's fingers - a small flow at first, before you all but hear the sound of a squirt escaping you.

"Mmm…" Roy grunts at the sight and the feeling of you closing up from the inside on him, fingering you through it until your body begins twitching too much. Careful not to overstimulate you, he withdraws your fingers, causing a smaller squirt to flow out.

Breathing heavily with your mouth open, you close your legs a little bit now that Roy's hands aren't between them, and you look at the puddle next to them. When you return your gaze to Roy, he's looking straight at you, leaning in for a kiss.

He's definitely not kissing you enough during all of this, but you don't feel too cocky right now to complain about that. Not when his kiss feels so rewarding.

"My good girl. I knew you could do it. Did that feel good?"

Roy drinks down your small noises of lingering satisfaction, and you whisper a breathless 'yes' before kissing him yet again. It makes you a bit too distracted, and you almost jump at the feeling of his hands parting your legs again.

"Think you could do it again?"

You look at him in disbelief, but it might be directed at yourself and the ridiculously deepening arousal you feel more than anything, your core pulsing in anticipation, aching to feel Roy's fingers again.

He knows that look. Pecking your lips with his once again, he slips his fingers in.

"Put your hands around my neck."

Your heart leaps at the command and you shift your body, grabbing into him for purchase. Your ass is on the edge of the desk now, and you're holding Roy for dear life, his broad shoulders being your anchor.

"Will it be easier for you this time, hmm? You're nice and open for me."

"Roy… don't say things like that…"

"But it's true. I love knowing that I can make your body soft and pliant, letting me do such a naughty thing with it."

You groan and shove your head in the junction of his neck and shoulder, warming the skin with your breath.

"Don't hide. Come on, kiss me."

It's easier said than done, when the sensation of what is happening between your legs rules over every coherent part of your mind. Roy knows your kiss would be lacking and sloppy, and maybe that's exactly why he wants it.

His tongue shoves between your agape lips, dominating yet another part of you as he continues to finger you while avoiding the place that is swollen and needy for his touch, as if testing if you can start leaking juices again even without the stimulation.

The strange feeling builds again, and this time you're not afraid of it. You break the kiss to plead.

"Roy…Roy! Touch me more! Now!"

Hearing the low rumble laced with dark wanton deep in his throat, you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins stroking your clit again.

Your moans of his name grow from encouraging to warning, as you feel the water balloon deep in your core close to popping once again. And then it happens.

Large portions of liquid fall noisily to the floor, mixing up with the sound of water squirting out of your body. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as a purely physiological reaction, the pleasure playing a big part in it.

Roy's large palm is so warm as it moves up and down whole, unlike how he'd only move his fingers earlier, and you feel played like an instrument; like you're close to witnessing the true strength in him that you lustfully admire finally inflicted on your body - in the most perverse, but loving and safe kind of ways.

"Gods— I can't tear my eyes off of you. Look at you."

Planting his forehead against yours, your eyes trail from his beautiful lashes up close to the place he's admiring, and you have to fight a surge of embarrassment. This is what he made out of you, you're so very his in this moment.

"Roy…—Ahh-"

He speeds up again, not having left your core for a moment, and you feel yourself starting to do it all over again, even if it's more of a current flowing out of you instead of the earlier powerful jets. What builds up inside you is different this time, a feeling you know all too well, something that you were lingering along the surface of for the past few minutes but that was always pushed to the back of your nerves in the face of the new, unfamiliar sensations.

"Come for me. Come on my fingers."

Roy fingers you silly, your walls clamping down on him as he does it just the way you love, no tricks this time to conquer your body, he just gives it to you. And you take it oh so willingly and greedily.

It takes no time for you to reach the heavens, and you moan out his name once again, feeling the electricity of an orgasm surge through every nook and corner of your being, toes curling in pleasure.

Roy holds you through it, making sure you ride your high all the way. Towards the end of it, your leaking hole begins helplessly pushing out more liquid.

"Roy— Too much—Roy-"

"Fuck." He curses as he slowly withdraws his fingers, noticing how thickly they're covered in your warm juices all the way down his palm. He enters you with one finger to tease just a little, meeting no resistance. "Fuck." He repeats as he reaches down to palm his bulge. He moves to his belt and begins undoing it in a hurry.

Pulse beginning to drum in your ears, you continue holding onto his tall frame as your eyes widen. Just how worked up did that make him? You figure he must be painfully hard by now, watching you perform the one thing that would get him erect relying on fantasies alone.

Wrapping the hand dripping with your juices around his cock, he uses the slick to lubricate his pumps as he pleasures himself at the sight of you. It lights a new fire inside you and you can't help but watch; the reddened head of his cock, the vein running down his side protruding with the rush of blood, and his culmination dragging closer.

He lies you back down on the desk and you place your hands below your hips, opening up more for him, so Roy can get a nice view of your still swollen lips and pulsing hole. He moves in closer, bringing his strokes so close to your pussy that it makes you clench down so hard when he accidentally brushes the tip against your inner thigh.

"You're perfect. So perfect for me- Haah—"

You rarely hear him let out more than a grunt, a man in control of himself even in the face of consuming wanton. It's rewarding, knowing that it's you who turned him into that. There's nothing more that you want right now than to watch him spill all over your spent cunt, coating it with his warm cum.

Roy keeps stroking, and you wonder if he's fallen prey to the heightened stimulation of the gloves too, seeing that he didn’t bother to take them off even after making use of the juices coating them. It could be this that works him to orgasm so soon, or it could be everything else combined with it, but you soon hear the familiar sounds of him losing control.

In the next moment he erupts, hot-white pleasure reaching to his very gaze as you see him taking in the sight of you hungrily. Warm ropes of cum land on you one after another as Roy pumps his cock, the swollen tip kissing your sensitive folds.

He loses the inner fight and presses forwards, pushing the bulbous head of his cock inside you, moaning as another gush of semen leaves him and fills you with scorching warmth.

You mewl at the unexpected contact, shudders of pleasure rippling through your body as you continue to feel his cum even after he removes his cock from inside you. You feel it drip out thickly, mixing with the rest of the mess left by your passionate session.

"Kiss me, Roy!"

"So demanding…" Hurrying to comply with your weak, adorable command, Roy seals your lips with his before you can scold or bite him. With how good he seemed to be making you feel, he's not too worried about facing those protests, though.

You and Roy remain like that for awhile, catching your breaths but losing them right anew in passionate kisses, not breaking off the contact even as he tucks himself back in his trousers and readjusts his messed-up clothes, removing his gloves as well. He tells you to wait for him as he goes to take something to clean you off with, but you just cling harder to his frame.

"Stay a little longer…"

He exaggerates a sigh but still smiles stupidly against your nape.

The late morning sun has nothing on the warmth that comes from Roy's embrace, and you bask in it.

"You know…" He begins, playing idly with your hand with his now bare one, as if he had started missing the direct touch so soon. You hum in question, and he continues.

"I want to take care of those documents even less now."

"…ROY!"

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[genericpuff]

Idk if my addition will matter.

I've been following Hanza since back when they were making my deepest secret, so I've seen the development of the guy upstairs first hand and how hanza writes it. Even back in the concept stages, it was so blatantly clear that it was supposed to be a thriller/cat mouse vibe where Adam (killer) was horrible and not to be rooted for. They've compared him to irl serial killers and how those guys will often use women as shields to hide their true selves from the public and how that's messed up and bad to do.

They've shown Adam as a horrible irredeemable person and honestly there's little to no nuance with how they handle it, but that makes sense because how else can you handle an audience like what they've gotten without beating them over the head with the facts. How many ways can you outright show your main character despising and wanting to yank their best friend out of the jaws of a murderer before the audience realizes its not foreplay.

I think them going from an actual romance to a fully thriller non romantic story meant that the residual audience expected some kind of messy toxic romance, but Rozy to me has always explicitly read as Queer so idk why people aren't getting the hint.

I get their frustration and it seems like they might be shifting into a potiential issekai romance about a grandad and a middle aged woman who got reincarnated as his grandson's fiance (hard to explain but its hilarious if you want to check it out) without any thriller elements from their recent non comic posts. Whatever they do I hope they can find something to be passionate about again.

your addition VERY MUCH MATTERS actually because I don't read TGU and have very little context to the situation as a whole aside from what I've seen people talking about, which makes me reluctant to speak on it because I don't wanna go spreading misinformation in any regard. So I appreciate you taking the time to lay it all out for me, thank you!!! <3

And yeah, I've seen posts shared in the /r/webtoons sub from other blogs claiming that Hanza was being an awful person for "taking people's money" and "baiting them" into reading a dark romance story when that's very obviously not what it is? Even one excerpt that was literally like-

And I just... since when is any romance plotline that ISN'T abusive and problematic at its core (such as between a serial killer and a victim) considered "super conservative" and "pure"? It's really baffling to me how people have gone so far in the opposite direction of "purity culture" that they've started arguing on behalf of legitimately harmful and toxic relationships. It's extremely concerning especially when you know the majority of people saying this shit are between the ages of 16-21. IDK what the fuck we're doing anymore when it comes to the romance genre (and TGU isn't even a romance ffs).

Aaaand yeah in relation to where the Hanza topic came up, that's really why I'm moving away from WT as an audience and why I don't consider it a "loss" to not use WT anymore. Once upon a time I wished for Time Gate to be a contracted series, for it to have thousands of readers and be my job. But seeing what's going on with Hanza's work just informs me that I'd be dealing with a lot of the same shit - people expecting Uzuki and Mitsuhiro to be the endgame of the romance when they're literally NOT good for each other, which is the POINT. Like sure, unlike the main duo in TGU, they actually are a couple with a 'relationship' but it's not meant to be healthy and the last thing I need are 15 year olds thinking they're "couple goals". If you ship them in fanfic or w/e the fuck that's fine but please don't get mad at me when they don't wind up being the endgame couple, they're both terrible people and make each other worse when they're around each other (・_・;)

Either way yeah, I don't blame Hanza in the slightest for getting so frustrated with it all that they'd rather just be done with it. It sucks for the more loyal and sane part of their audience that the series is gonna be ripped out from under them like that, but at the end of the day if the creator is being harassed and decide they're done as a result of it... why should they have to keep putting up with bullshit just for a comic? I don't even blame Rachel if she was ending LO by choice due to the noise of the fandom, and unlike Rachel, I don't have anything in the slightest against Hanza or their work LOL But I also don't have the full picture on it all so maybe my opinion will change if I find out more about it. I just don't think any of this shit is worth directly harassing a human being over.

That said, can't get any better than someone who's read their work since before TGU, so again, thank you !

[epiclamer]

hey! would you please maybe write something similar to your rather old Comfort for the Enemy snippet? but please i’m begging you without the sudden death and such things, just the comfort part, so it’ll be comfort/fluff without the death in the end- (that death had me crying for 2 days several hours each lol, i just want some comfort please)

Hmmmmm, I guess some fluff could do us all good.

Bad Call

It was not the first time Villain had come knocking on Hero’s door. Even in the dead of night the hero recognized the three fast raps announcing their enemy’s presence immediately.

But what Villain would want with them at this ungodly hour? Hero had no clue.

At first they considered just ignoring it, the villain would still be there to pester them in the morning on their shift, right?

Yet, when the sound of fast knocks came to their head again—this time more urgent—they finally decided to get up. Throwing their duvet from off their body and swinging their legs to the floor.

The hero took their time heading downstairs, making sure as to not trip and fall. Until they finally made it to the door, fiddling with the lock only once before it opened along with the large wooden door.

Villain let out a relieved sigh at seeing the door swing open to reveal their nemesis. Quickly stumbling in without an invitation as they helped shut the door behind them. Finally able to breathe and relax, just for one serene moment.

“Villain, what are you doing here?” Hero hissed, wrapping their arms across their chest as they shivered from the income of cold air.

The criminal only panted, holding one side of their body close as they cringed. Partly not wanting Hero to notice they were heavily bleeding and partly wishing they would tend to their wounds.

They shut their eyes tight, grinding their teeth against the pain as they finally found the energy to speak.

“I-I was being chased… I-I didn’t know w-where else to go, I-I’m sorry—”

No matter what the situation was, no matter which hour the clock struck, Hero always found it in them to be empathetic. “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there, let’s get you to couch, okay? We can talk more details later, but you don’t have to apologize for showing up at my front steps.”

The hero helped slink an arm under their nemesis for support as they hobbled to the sofa, still clutching their side tight. Blood dripping through their grasp in time with their footsteps.

“You know my door is always open to you. I’m here to help not hurt.”

Those were probably the kindest words Villain had ever heard in their entire life. They had always had it rough since the beginning and for them to be able to rely on the hero was incredible.

Once they were both seated, Hero took a second to turn on some more lights, now able to get a good look at their nemesis and the wound they clutched so tightly. There were tears brimming their eyes which Hero assumed were from the unbearable pain, but only Villain knew that they were from Hero’s care and gentle voice.

“What happened?”

There was a sizeable amount of blood pouring out of a gash on Villain’s side, it looked gruelling and was inflamed. Definitely not from a knife, not a gun or anything used for surgical precision.

“H-Heated…” The villain gasped, noticing the other’s inquisitive look as they examined. “H-Heated p-poker thingy— h-hurts like a bitch.”

The hero hummed, it was a direct stab and ripped out at an angle leaving a gash that burned the surrounding skin, making it useless to stitch back up and too painful to cut off with the tools they had at home.

They would need an expert and quickly. “I’m going to make a call, I’ll be right back with the first aid kit.” Hero promised, pulling out their phone in a second as they dialled Superhero’s number. Rushing to the kitchen to grab their kit and some cloths to help stop the blood.

The conversation between the two heroes was quick, Hero explained the situation as best as they could and Superhero promised to be over as soon as possible. Afterwards, Hero grabbed everything that looked even minutely helpful, rushing back to their patient’s side.

Villain looked terrible, droopy eyes, slurred speech and strength gone alongside their blood. It worried the hero to their core.

But they didn’t waste any more time getting to work. Staunching the blood flow with multiple cloths, placing a cold one over their forehead, making sure Villain had something to drink, etcetera etcetera…

The hero worked as quickly and diligently as possible, causing the overall betterment to the villain. They had more colour to their skin almost immediately with Hero’s progress.

“H-Hero… who did you c-call?”

The crime-stopped was taken aback by the first sentence Villain had said since their treatment began.

“Hm?”

“W-Who,” Villain cleared their throat, “did you call?”

Hero almost chuckled, wasn’t it obvious? The only one who could help in this situation. “Superhero.”

And all of the colour that had previously returned to their skin was gone in a second. Villain was as pale as a ghost at the name of the other’s superior. After all, Villain had mentioned being chased earlier, hadn’t they? Somebody had to have afflicted their wound, and it wasn’t any villain.

[snnbnny]

Hey there. Sad anon again.

I got into a fight with my boyfriend recently, he keeps saying im needy. Could you cheer me up with some fluff of Bakugo and maybe Kirishima cheering up their she/her s/o after a bad day? Thank you

note 4 anon: oh love, I'm so sorry- of course i'll cheer you up the best I can!! I don't know the situation so I can't offer advice but I can say I doubt you are to needy and he's being a jerk!!

Katsuki Bakugou and Eijiro Kirishima Cheering up their S/O after they had a bad day!!

Characters: K.Bakugou x Fem! reader x E. Kirishima

C/W: poly! kiribaku x reader, hurt/comfort, prohero Kiri and Baku, pet names (angel, babe, princess, baby), soft baku.

Tagging: @kiribakuswife @todorollz

『••✎Now loading,,, a little chicken soup for the hurting,,,, ✎••』

It was just one of those fucking days, everything- and you mean everything- was going haywire. It had started as soon as your boyfriend left for hero-work, the door had only just slammed shut with Katsuki's normal aggressive flare when you had violently stubbed your toe on the butcherblock.

The was only the beginning.

One of your newer acrylic nails broke off, one of your normally well behaved pets had peed on the floor, one of your coworkers had cussed you out over text for taking the day off which forced them take over your shift due to being the only one available, you had accidently consumed some soured milk in your cereal which you had decided to be your lunch, your phone charger wasn't working properly, you could go on and on about the relatively small things that caused you to believe the world was against you.

By the time your boyfriends would normally come home you were unraveling on the couch, holding a squishmellow and listening to MCR while waiting expectantly for them to come home- you needed the comfort that their very presence provided for you. In fact it's over an hour past their usual arrival time and there wasn't even a text message saying they were on their way home.

You were stressed out as it is, which caused your mind to go on over time. With the way your day was going, you were worried something utterly terrible had happened. You couldn't bring yourself to actually text them or their colleagues or check the news- instead you sat their for another hour brewing in your own thoughts and already prepared grief.

By the time the rather large apartments front door creaked open, you were so lost within yourself and your music that you didn't even hear it.

...

The two buff heros were beat and worn, covered in dirt and superficial wounds. They trudged threw the door and threw some of their gear and other items around the entry way, uncaring of causing a mess or anything at the moment. The mountainous red head in the rather revealing hero costume nearly toppled over his blonde partner who was covered in more black soot then he was.

"Angel, we're home!" Eijirou called out softly, not wishing to wake you up if you had called it an early night. The thing about hero work is that even though they only work like 4 days a week but those shifts are long and grueling so even if they arrived home on time they normally would, it would still be 10 at night. So it was now midnight, and you (they had thought) had been at work all day so it would only be natural for you to be sleepy enough to go to bed by now.

They both looked at each other when the call got no response, they shrugged it off as reasons stated above, Bakugou couldn't help but vocalize his complaint, "I was looking forward to seeing their little fuckin' face." His speech was slightly slurred with exhaustion. The tanned red riot nodded in agreement as he kicked off his boots and began going further into his home with the aim of checking on his girlfriend- something felt off inside of the man, he was worried about her despite not having a particular reason for it. Katsuki was close behind him, sharing that unnerving feeling in his bones.

They didn't get that far in before they heard it, heard you body shaking sobs echoing threw the halls originating from the living room. They all but ran to the room, fear spiking surging their body with enough adrenaline to get them back to full operational capacity dulling the ache in their muscles.

They couldn't see you over the back of the couch, so they didn't stop behind it- instead Bakugo sped past his boyfriend and jumped over the couch like it was a hurdle. The blonde landed in front of you, it was finally enough to jostle you back to reality, looking up to be met by piercing crimson eyes full of concern.

You scrambled into his arms and cried louder, babbling out their names in the process. Your movements dislodged your earbuds and sent the purple squishmellow flying along the L shaped couch. Katsuki was a little stunned but was quick to wrap his thick arms around you and hold you so tight that if your bones could scream they would.

Eijiro towered over the plush piece of furniture and watched the ordeal, unsure of anything except for his love for the two sat a top the cushions. Instead of jumping over the back, he made his way around the arm and gently sat behind you. He took the opportunity to gently rub your back.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Kirishima coo'd, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and hugging you from behind while sharing a look with his other partner whose neck you hid in.

"We're sorry we are so late babe," Bakogu soothed. "There was a small villain attack down town, but everyone is ok-" he felt your grip grow tighter with one arm while your other hand gripped one of the faux red heads. When you finally pulled out of the crook of your blonde lovers neck he pushed his rather greasy forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes in search of any hint of what happened to upset you so badly.

"I-I was so scared," you sobbed, your death grip on the two tightening some how. "Today's been so terrible, I was scared that my bad luck was an omen- When you guys didn't come home-"

You were going to hyperventilating, Kiri noticed that right away and pulled you back into his chest, Katsuki let you fall back into the red headed lover and draped your legs on top of his. Baku rubbed soothing patterns into your thighs over the fabric of your leggings. Kirishima was an unreasonably strong man, which translated physically to having a strong broad chest with the hint of plushness due to his quirk and age.

"Princess, I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" You nodded frantically at the tanned man behind you's instructions. Your gasps and exhales audible enough to soothe the men as they listened to you calm. "That's it, angel. We got you, everything is ok now. Alright? We're all ok."

Katsuki kept your eyes on him using his own, they weren't as piercing as normal but instead they were warm and buttery- full of love. It took a moment for you to pull away from that gaze to look at you other partner who, turns out, held the same expression as the blonde. You freed your hand for Eiji's to touch his face, dragging across his jaw feeling the 5'o clock shadow and a couple familiar scars coupled with a newer cut. You learned up and kissed the fresh wound gently. He contorted his head in order to peck a couple kisses on the corner of your mouth as soft as the gentle giant could which made you giggle.

"There's my baby," Kirishima whispered lovingly before kissing your lips slowly, with a warm and tender passion as if he pulled away he would burst into flames but if he was to intense or rough that you would shattered like a vase against a wall. You felt Bakugou get up while you preoccupied, shuffling came from somewhere before he returned.

"Shitty hair, let'er breathe," Kat chastised, tsk'ing as he pulled up but not out of the cherry haired man's arms. "Look at me baby... That's it, no more of this bad day shit, ok? We aren't going to let anything else bad happen."

You nodded, the blonde held a box of tissues one of which he used to dry your face. He had put your legs around him in order to sit as close as possible, his long appendages were around Kirishima's larger sturdy base. Said man used your head as a rest for his as he watched Bakugou kiss you with much more spontaneity then he had applied, teeth clashed as his tongue danced with yours. The blonde pulled back to softly kiss your shared boyfriend.

"Tell us about this bad day of yours," the blonde all but whispered, falling so his side was supported by the backrest of the couch.

"It's dumb, really. You guy probably-" You began before the Pomeranian like man growled only to be cut off by the mountain behind you.

"Baby, don't fight us. We wanna know," he coo'd, using a strong hand to pinch the flesh belonging to your hip.

"Fine, jeez, y'all don' t have to be my rocks all the time." You joked.

"Have you even looked at the cute idiot behind you for one fucking second? He is literally our rock," Katsuki snickered. You couldn't see it, but you knew Kiri's face matched his hair.

The three of you spent the night entangled with each other and venting. Your boyfriends coddled you more then usual, getting you anything and everything that you even mentioned you wished for. They made sure you knew that they were going to make everything better for you, they love you so much how could they not. You had the whole next day waiting for you, and they planned a day of pampering for you- one of which you weren't quite ready for.

But you slept in their arms filled with only ignorance and the chicken soup Bakugou made for you, "chicken soup for the hurting." He had said it was something his mother used to say.

[leos-soggy-wolf-nuts]

Green Flag: Leo x Kinda-self-insert Episode 1

I'm deciding to write these in many short bursts rather than in a few long stories. My need to write these is fleeting but powerful, like passion itself. Or that handjob in Carl's route.

Also, when I say "kinda-self-insert" I mean that the main character won't be me/my fursona, but he'll act generally the way I would in his situation. He's like if I was cooler.

This takes place a few years after Leo's good ending. Maybe...2019 or 2020 (the pandemic will not be included in this Echo AU.)

Final disclaimer: this is almost totally self-indulgent. Okay, thanks, enjoy.

Final final disclaimer: I don't know how car insurance works.

"Goddamnit." echoes through my bathroom as it dawns on me that I'm out of antler polish. It's snake oil, of course. I fidget with my glasses in frustration. Antlers don't need polish, it's just something that makes me feel better, like if I bring them into the realm of mundane self-care, they'll stop seeming so wild. That's what I don't like about the desert. All the heat and sunlight makes them awkwardly big. To me, anyway. Everyone else seems to like them.

Regardless, they clatter against the doorframe as I exit the bathroom to get my wallet and keys. My apartment is 3 rooms. The living room/kitchen, where I've lined up a few of my dirty novelty mugs on the coffee table, always just forgetting to take them to the sink. Then my bedroom, a windowless cave of iniquity, and finally the bathroom, which I keep comparatively nice and neat. My keys and wallet are on the dresser next to the front door, and I feel complete as they fill my pockets. More powerful. Like boarding a mech.

The Payton sun is...aggressive. I always fantasize about wearing leather jackets, right up until I exit my front door. I jog awkwardly to my car, un-relieved as I find each time that the inside has been cooked like a thanksgiving turkey. Wincing against the heat, I jam the key in the ignition as fast as possible to crank the AC, furrowing my brows as the engine stutters but won't go over the edge into a full start. This shit has been going on for weeks.

vp vp vp...vp vp vp...vp vp vrrMMMMMMM....

Fuck, finally. I've had to save up a little cash before going to the mechanic, and it seems like I'm bringing it just in time. It's never taken that many tries before.

Lo and behold, the AC isn't working either.

I ride slowly, with the windows down, through the busy main street of downtown Payton. My car creaks and sputters awkwardly as I reach the shop.

ALVAREZ AUTO REPAIR

I pull into their lot on a low incline, nearby a canine in a white t-shirt holding a clipboard. I open the door and step out, the hot air still cooler than the inside of my car. I drag my shoe idly across the asphalt. It's now I realize I don't know how this works.

"Hey, uh..." I say, my words hanging flaccid in the air. The canine continues facing his clipboard, but his eyes look up at me. He has a sort of...amused smirk on his face.

"Do you have insurance?" he asks me.

I think on it for a moment. "I do, yeah."

"Good."

CRASH!

I whip my head around and see the trunk of my car crumpled against the base of a tall street light.

"Fuck!" I shout. I didn't put the fucking car in Park. It rolled right down. The canine sauntered after me, grabbing a pen from his pocket and biting off the cap.

"Name?" he asked, voice slightly muffled with the cap still in his mouth.

"Lionel." I replied, exasperated, blood pumping as I watched smoke billow from my car. The canine shifted his stance, pulling the cap from his teeth.

"Do you have a last name?"

"Shit, sorry. Uh, C-E-I-R-W."

"Key-err-wuh?" he tried to pronounce. I laugh, despite the stress.

" 'Kayroo'. " I corrected. He nods, then takes a pensive breath.

"I think your car is broken."

I laugh again. "Oh really?"

He scribbled a little more on his paper, then clapped me on the shoulder. His paw is heavy, the type of weight I'd expect from someone resting a booted foot on my shoulder instead.

"I'll tell insurance it did that on its own. If they ask."

I turn to him, head on a tilt, keeping my antlers from hitting him.

"Thanks-" I pause, reading his name tag. "-Leo."

Shit, he's got a nice chest.

I clear my throat, pushing away the perverted thought before it becomes a problem. He smirks a little wider. "Of course. But I doubt you came here for the crash. What else is wrong?"

"Oh, it takes a while to start the ignition. And just today, the AC broke."

A sympathetic look crossed his expression.

"In this weather? Come on, let's get you inside the office."

I nod, and let him lead me there, my eyes wandering to his backside. Damn. I physically shake the thought away as he leads me into the shop's office. It's delightfully cool. Invoices, to-do lists, and part orders litter the sides of the desk and various bulletin boards, not to mention the file cabinet in the corner. Leo sits down behind the desk, and I sit across from him.

"So." he begins, "a slow start could be a bad battery, a problem with the starting circuit, a problem with the connection cables, a bad alternator, and a few other things. The point is... we'll have to keep it here for a little while."

I scratch the back of my neck. "Does Payton have like a, town car or whatever? So I could get to work?"

He taps his fingers on the desk. "What time do you go to work."

"8:30."

The wolf looks me up and down. It turns my face a little hot.

"I could give you a ride."

[sunnydayroleplay]

hii bestie~ i need something. with your last/recent post, you truly broke my heart you manipulative monster >:) how could you torture me so. Soooooo~ To make up for it, I need wholesome Joseph content! W h o l e s o m e . Thank you! Have a great day.

Hi Sally baby~ I got you, I was so mean to you last night with all my manipulation, and I outta make up for it, how dare I. But again where's the fun in wholesome if I haven't scarred you enough?

I hope your day is horrible. :) (I'm kidding, I won't do anymore angst) Wholesome Joseph content it is~ This fic includes: Joseph showing you off like a beloved jewel, going out for a nice dim lit dinner, dancing underneath the spot light. Just in general nothing NSFW. Other than cursing. And suggestive jokes. Oml some NSFW. Joseph had asked you if you could pick him up after work. You said yes. Right before he walked out of the front door you kissed his cheek, and said your goodbyes and 'I love you's'. Joseph pulled you in by your waist, and kissed your lips delicately before departing away. You lounged about in your house, doing whatever. Someone broke into your work yesterday, so management decided to close down for the rest of the week to clean up and repair the mess. You needed the break so you didn't complain much about it. Whilst at your home you read a book, wrote a list on things to do the next day and all your weekly chores. Really, you didn't do much until Joseph's shift ended. As you were grabbing your keys off the table and putting your shoes on, you saw a note conveniently sitting next to your keys. The note read: Wear something nice, I have something planned. -Love Joseph❤ It was so cheesy, but it was nice. You place the note back down on the table, and walk into your room to change out of the clothes you had been in for majority of the day. You picked out one of your more fancy clothes compared to the ones you just thrifted for 2.99. These were rather expensive, and you didn't wear them often, if at all. Finally they could be put to good use. You put on the clothing, and pick out some pieces of jewelry to go with the occasion. Necklaces, earrings, pant chains, rings..whatever you wanted. You walk out of your bedroom and into your bathroom, where you grabbed a brush and a few other items, and styled your hair to your liking. Now you look like the model here. As you finally decided that you were ready to go, you walked out of the room, spritzing yourself with your favorite scent. You grabbed your wallet and keys, and maybe a bag. You were ready. You head outside, locking your front door and heading out to your car. You start that thing up and you drive on over to the studio. Pulling into the studio, you see these big glass doors that you were soon to walk into. You go into an elevator where it would lead up to the big sha-bang that records this children's show. It would be a lie to say you didn't get lost just a few times, but you managed your way through this unfamiliar maze and were greeted by the man you so loved. His back turned towards you, as he had a lit cigarette in his hand, he was talking to his other lovely co-stars that sure noticed you the moment you walked in. "My, who is that sweet little candy layin' in a jar?" "Oh! Uh, I'm just here to pick someone up." Joseph turns around and is immediately stunned by your beauty. "I'm that someone, y'all." "Ain't no way Joe! Ain't no way, I don' wanna believe it!" "How much yous payin' for that masterpiece?" "I ain'ts payin' nuthin! This fine baby is all mine."

"And I ain'ts believin' jack!" "C'mon let's have some faith in me." "Jojo's right, I mean c'mon, with arms like those, I know yer have some fun bein' thrown."

"Hey now-" "Aww, well shiiit! Wait, wait, where y'all goin'?"

"Whaddya mean?" "Joe, don't play dumb, I ain't seen you wear somethin' nice except ya goddamn circus attire! Ans that's sayin' somethin'!"

"Don't be so mean!" "Okay now, shush! I needa know my answer before he gets the chance ta leave!!" "We're goin' out on a 'lil date you could say." "Awh, since when did Joey get all sentimental~ Yous enjoy youselves now with your fancy dinner~" "How do you know it's gon' be a fancy place, darlin'?" "Joey brought out his expensive suit~ He's gonna eat half the portions for triple the price!~" "Damn straight." "Okay now go have your fun eatin' dinner, and eatin' some dessert later tonight!" "Hey now, I ain't leavin' yet, not when I haven't flaunted my ring!" He pulls you beside him, his entire conversation for the next 10 minutes being all about you, how you met, and how much happier he is now that you're here. The crew teases him and asks you questions. They all seem so genuinely nice, and they all have such characteristic personalities. After your 10 minutes of fame, you were all tuckered out. You don't know how they deal with this everyday for hours at a time. Joseph follows you to your car, and he gives you directions to where you would both be eating. Sure enough it was indeed a fancy place. Joseph had placed a reservation and you guys were sat down right away. The place was dimly lit, with candles at every table. There was a dance-floor, but not nightclub. It was made for slow dancing, tangos, all things romantic and not suggestive. In front of the empty space was a stage where the music played. A classical band. Piano, violin, just relaxing. It was nice. A waiter came up to your table and you both made your orders and drinks. The two of you talked over a nice bottle of aged wine. Joseph swirled the cup around in his left hand, while yours sat on the table, though you occasionally picked it up and drank it. You guys had a nice time. Talking about work, complimenting the other on how they look tonight. It was great. You haven't had something like this in awhile and it was a good change. As your food came to the table, and as you ate it over a period of time. Joseph stood up from his chair, extending his hand out to you. You giggled ad graciously accept it. He walks you over to the dance-floor. Where the light illuminated the two of you perfectly. There was only 2 or 3 other couples on floor with you, but you guys were in the direct center. Joseph put his hand on your waist, your arm on his shoulder and his side. The two of you danced the night away, twirling and stepping together, giggling your hearts desire out. It was a sweet moment, just between the two of you. Soft music playing throughout the establishment, the warmth of Joseph on your body. You didn't say anything to each other, but nothing needed to be said. Tonight was about you two, and that's all that mattered. When the music stopped to cue for the next song, you hugged each other, sharing a long and passionate kiss. Tonight was a wonderful night. And you only want the stars to stop for it to become endless.

[larkthorne]

[Image ID: the cover of a book: Laundry Love: Finding Joy In A Common Chore by Patric Richardson with Karin B. Miller. The title is in rainbow letters on a yellow background with a stylized drawing of a front load washing machine with a heart on the door in the middle of the cover. /End ID]

Hello to all of you with laundry on chairs, etc, whose executives also fail to function, hope you're well, etc.

Just want to recommend this book to anyone who dislikes laundry or can't keep on top of it! I listened to the audiobook a couple months ago and it has changed the way I do laundry. Here's a TL;DR summary but if you can get this book from your library or whatever it's a charming, easy, quick read.

The basic gist of this life-changing laundry method is, you look at your week. You pick a day that works. That's laundry day babey. Six days a week, don't worry about it. On laundry day, do something. (Caveat: my laundry day is nominally Wednesday but well. It does shift around! For my two person household, as long as I don't go longer than 10 days between Laundry Day we're fine. Your mileage may vary.) Laundry!

Laundry Day, per the method in Laundry Love, is a celebration. One puts on a fun playlist. One watches a trashy romcom while folding. One has a disco ball in one's laundry room, etc. Laundry Day is for enacting care on the things that go on your body everyday.

(I've not quite got that far, but I do try to make it pleasant. I like an audiobook or a podcast.)

The method has you split your clothes into lights, darks, warm colors, and cool colors. I don't think this is like, totally necessary - I like to do it, but if it was a very low spoons day, just sort of making two to four mid-size piles regardless of color would be fine. It is handy to have more smaller piles rather than one or two big ones, in my experience - more on that later.

Before you wash each load, ideally you pretreat stains (the book goes into detail, i mostly just scrub soap onto stains with a toothbrush which mostly works).

(There are also ways you can process silky fabric and wool fabric to allow it to go in the machine instead of dry cleaning or just chucking it in and hoping for the best! Basically: laundry net bags. Silky things in them. Roll up wool sweaters or w/e tightly, then put in the net bag, and pin down the excess. But also, if you don't have silky or wool things, like. Don't worry about it.)

Each load of laundry is washed on warm, on the quick cycle, with extra/high spin. Use like. A tablespoon of eco-friendly clothing detergent. I use a tablespoon of washing soda in the detergent drawer of my front loader and 2 tablespoons of castile soap in the drum of the washer, because Nancy Birtwhistle from Great British Bake-Off told me to, and it's very cheap per load and very effective. But it is better to use eco friendly stuff where you can because it leads to less irritants and pollutants and, this is key, less buildup on your clothes. And use less -- a tablespoon is plenty.

The short cycle on warm is enough to get your clothes clean! Without letting them get too beat up for longer than they need. The extra spin gets them dryer so they take less time to dry.

It is ideal to dry things by hanging them on a line or whatever! That's the platonic ideal of laundry. Clothes last longer and smell nice if you dry them outside. But I've had a Month Or Two and I've been using the dryer. It does wear your clothes out faster and uses up not-strictly-necessary energy but you gotta make it out of the laundry chair cycle somehow so do what you gotta do.

The good thing about the three or four small-to-mid piles of laundry is, as they come out of the dryer, you can fold it and put it away promptly, and it can feel far less overwhelming than looking at Mount Laundry.

Rotate through the piles you made earlier - quick cycle in the wash, dry them somehow, put them away. Only one day a week! The book suggests this takes 3-4 hours. I get tired if I try to do it all at once so I tend to let it take all day, taking breaks as necessary, but it's like, my only chore to do that day. (I still sometimes leave the last load of laundry in the dryer...)

The book offers tips for if you use a laundromat too! I don't, so can't speak to that. I think, though, having the same mindset: one day a week (ish) everything gets done. Some weeks that's aspirational, but there's always another go.

But, crucially: if it's not Laundry Day, simply do not worry about laundry. Put it in a hamper and that's that.

It's not perfect and it won't work for everyone I'm sure, but I learned a lot from the book (despite having a background in costuming and being a hobby sewist - I know about taking care of fabric! And I learned a lot). I really enjoy assigning a day to be For Laundry, and just allowing it to fall off the radar the other days. I always know another Laundry Day is coming.

Anyway! That's me done being bossy on the internet today. Happy laundry!

[quackquackcey]

Rumpled sheets, smoke-tinged kisses, and sea salted lightning

Rated E, 13k words. Tags: A/B/O, mafia boss Derek x FBI agent Stiles, established relationship, case fic, porn w/ plot. Read on AO3.

(yes, I wrote this gif scene in the fic, it’s a need 😩)

(shoutout to @renmackree for this graphic—if you see this, you’re amazing! 💛)

Summary:

FBI agent Stiles and mafia boss Derek pair up to take down an elusive killer targeting both humans and supernaturals, but will they make it through the storm unscathed?~ 🚬⚡️

The canteen quieted from carefree chatter to hushed whispers, as it did everytime Stiles and Derek walked in.

“I heard he’s a dirty cop, but because of his connections with mafia, they just transferred him to the SID,” whispered Stiles’ fellow coworkers today. “And I guess that’s his handler?”

“Someone told me he’s from the main branch, top of the field,” others whispered, “temporarily helping out the SID. I feel bad that he got stuck working with a dirty cop. I’d rather deal with a criminal than a dirty cop, y’know what I mean?”

Stiles rolled his eyes.

The same old rumors, yet somehow, they just got further and further from the truth everyday. He shot a glare at Derek as they sat down at an empty table.

“Don’t look at me like that, detective.” Far too much amusement for Stiles’ liking shone in Derek’s silver green eyes. “I have better things to do than bribe some government dogs to up my reputation. Clearly, I don’t look like a lowlife criminal like a certain someone.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and stabbed his meatloaf. “This is all your fault, I hope you know.”

“If it makes you feel better to shift the blame, then go ahead,” said Derek, sipping his coffee without a care.

“I’m not talking about our deal—”

“Relationship,” Derek cut in.

“Okay, fine, our deal-turned-relationship-thing, I’m talking about your insistence to eat here for lunch!” hissed Stiles. “Why can’t we just go out to eat? There’re cafés and shops all along this street!”

“I never said we had to eat here.”

Stiles’ brows shot up. “Yeah? So you’re fine with getting the fuck out of here right now?”

“Sure,” drawled Derek.

The plastic fork in Stiles’ fist bent in half. “I will shoot you.”

“You have before,” Derek reminded him. “I just like the coffee here. We can eat elsewhere. The food is not great.”

“You couldn’t have said this two weeks ago?!”

“And miss out on the increasingly ridiculous rumors every time we walk in? Who’d have guessed that the FBI headquarters is worse than high school? It’s amusing that the nation’s so-called top law enforcement is full of shallow idiots.”

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Here we go again.”

“I’m just saying that you’d expect FBI employees of all people to look beyond appearances.”

“They do,” Stiles told him, “for cases. Not for random distant coworkers they don’t give a shit about.”

“Cases, hm? You’re saying they separate their work from personal life?”

“Uh, yeah? Who the hell is gonna analyze the shit out of every person they see in passing?”

“I do,” said Derek, “or else I wouldn’t be alive.”

Stiles grimaced. “Yeah, but that’s you. Your life sucks.”

“And you, because the entire reason everyone thinks you’re a dirty cop and I’m your handler leads back to you not separating your work and personal life.”

“No, I separate them.”

Derek raised an eyebrow.

“I just don’t have much of a personal one,” said Stiles, and Derek let out a rare chuckle. “Who knew that trying to catch「Hunter」would fuck my life up so bad?”

“I’m hurt.”

Stiles rolled his eyes again, a regular occurrence around Derek. “I didn’t say I regretted it.” He let out a huff. “It’s been interesting, to say the least, learning about the supernatural.”

“Just that?” asked Derek with a knowing smirk and bedroom eyes.

Stiles swallowed. “What else is there that’s so interesting?”

“Hm—” Derek’s phone vibrated in his suit jacket pocket and he picked up the call for five seconds, then hung up. “Family calls,” he told Stiles. “I have to punish someone.”

“You mean kill someone?” muttered Stiles.

“Now, now, that’s not much of a punishment, is it? More importantly”—Derek leaned in closer, placing a leather-gloved hand on Stiles’ thigh—“your heat’s coming up soon, isn’t it?” he murmured. “How about we take the edge off tonight, my place?”

Stiles’ breaths stuttered, but he managed to glance cooly at Derek. “My first time to a mafia boss’s place,” he murmured back. “How exciting.”

“It’s quite boring, really.” Derek squeezed his thigh then stood up with his untouched food and cup of coffee. “Call me if you find anything new about 「Sentiero」.”

And with that, he strode off, walking like he owned the place as he usually did, and Stiles sighed watching the gazes inevitably drawn towards Derek’s exit.

Appearances really could be deceiving.

Continue on AO3!

[yurayura-kurage]

A3! Fushimi Omi [SSR] Flustered Award Ceremony | Backstage Story Translation (2/3)

Special thanks to Vera for the backstage’s recording!

Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Translation under the cut

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

VS Thieves Gang / 2

Omi: We’re coming to the crime scene this evening to cooperate with the investigation right.

Izumi: That’s right. Before that, I’ll go to help another theater troupe in the nearby town, so I think I’ll go there as soon as I’m done with my work.

Omi: I understand, I’ll be there when time comes.

But… I’m still worried if I let you go there on your own. I’m off today, so if it’s the nearby town, I’ll take you to the station.

Izumi: Thank you. Then, I guess I’ll ask you a favor.

*Timeskip*

Omi: I’m home.

Misumi: Good morning––, Omi. Did you go out in the morning? 

Omi: I went out a little bit. That’s right, rather than that… I heard from Gaku that you guys had caught the thief right.

Misumi: Yeh, and it turns out that the one who stole my earrings also likes triangles~!

Omi: Eh?

Misumi: He gave me my earrings back too. He also promised to reflect on himself and look for triangles together with me after he’s released!

Omi: I, I see…

Ah, a LIME message from Kai.

Eh, he was present at the moment when one person from the serial thieves gang was arrested…

Chikage: I’m home.

Misumi: Ah, it’s Chikage! Welcome home–!

Chikage: Misumi and Omi are here at just the right time. I have something I want to tell you two.

Omi:  Are you, by any chance, talking about the serial theft case? I just got a message saying that one of them has been arrested. 

Chikage: I’m glad you know the story soon enough. However, the arrested thief is different from the one I witnessed. 

Omi: Eh!?

Misumi: Really?

Chikage: Yeah. He was dressed as a woman at the time of the crime.

Omi: A woman… Could it be the woman Director talked to…!

Chikage: You’re right, that’s the culprit who stole Director’s necklace.

Omi: I couldn’t believe he was in disguise…

Misumi: So the one left is the thief who stole Chikage’s handbag. All right––, we’ve got to find him! 

Chikage: We don’t need to look for him, I already know where he is.

Misumi: Eh–, really!?

Chikage: He’s moving, but it seems that he has been carrying my handbag all the time.

Omi: How do you know where the thief is?

Chikage: It has a GPS function.

Omi: Ah, I see…!

Misumi: Then let’s go catch him right away! Where is he now?

Chikage: This place is… It’s near the Veludo station.

Omi: This is where I’m meeting with Director… I’m worried. Should we go there earlier than the scheduled time. 

*Shifts to Veludo Station*

Man: Excuse me. May I ask you for some directions…

Izumi: Ah, you asked me? Where do you want to go?

Man: I want to go to this store but I’ve just moved here recently, so I don’t know which way to go there. 

Izumi: Ah–, it’s true that this area is a bit complicated and difficult to understand, right.

(Uhm… It’s quite difficult to explain. I still have time, so it might be easier to show him around.)

Well then, let’s have a walk together––.

Omi: Welcome back, Director. I’m glad you’re safe.

Izumi: Eh, Omi-kun? And even the police. The meeting is supposed to be over there right…

Policeman: There are some issues. Excuse me, the man over there, do you have a moment?

Man: W-what do the police want from me…

Policeman: There is something I want to ask you about the handbag you’re carrying––.

Man: *runs away*

Policeman: Wait! …This is Veludo Station. The thief has run away, please head there! 

Izumi: T-Thief…!? What on earth do you mean…?

Omi: I’ll explain in detail later. Rather than that, he didn’t do anything to you, did he? 

🍁 Choice 1

Izumi: He didn’t do anything though… 

Omi: I’m glad… I was right to come here early. That man is the one who stole Chikage-san’s handbag.

Izumi: E-Eh, I was talking with him without knowing anything!? I-I’m glad that Omi-kun came…

Omi: Yeah, I’m here so it’s okay now. Let’s take a deep breath and calm down.

Izumi: Fu– Ha–... Fuu, I’ve calmed down now. Thank you, Omi-kun.

🍁 Choice 2

Izumi: Who is that man?

Omi: He’s a person from the thieves gang Chikage-san and Kai encountered.

Izumi: Eh!?... Come to think of it, the thief those two talked about was a man who stole people’s handbags and ran away after asking others to guide him the way.

Omi: That’s right. If we can catch him, this case will be closed.

Izumi: But how did you know he was the thief?

Omi: It’s because Chikage-san’s stolen handbag has the GPS function.

Izumi: Is that so!?

Omi: Anyway, let’s track him while riding motorbike. 

Izumi: Okay!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[maybege]

Okay here i am to request either 99 or 126 (or both if you’re feeling it lol) with your Excon!Paz 😳😏

I am desperate to see more of him omg

Heat Waves #1

Summary: Paz fixes your sink.

Pairing: neighbour!ex con!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering (f receiving), handjob, dirty talk, comeplay,

Prompts: #99 “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” #126 “Y-you're not … w-wearing anything under that are you?”

Thank you so much for sending in prompts, Aeryn! This was super exciting and very inspiring to write and I hope you will like it, there will even be a small part 2 based on another prompt I received for excon!Paz! As always, let me know what you think in a comment or reblog!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Paz was pretty sure that there had never been a summer as hot as this one.

The heat wave was stretching on for days now and while he was glad that he had gotten to switch to the day shift in construction, the sudden weather change meant that more often than not he got dizzy from the relentless sun and no amount of water would be enough to quench his thirst.

When he was not on site hammering and building away, he had started to share grocery duty for Mary with you because he would rather get a heat stroke than see the elderly woman trying to move up four flights of stairs in this heat. He had even gotten her portable AC unit to work again and the homemade lemonade she had rewarded him with had run down his throat like scotch after a bad day. (Only rhetorically, of course, he still had his parole conditions to adhere to.)

Now, though, he was just glad to have made the track up the stairs that seemed to get longer with ever step he took. The sun was hitting his apartment in the late day so the first order of business was to take off his shirt as soon as he stepped foot into his home. Rubbing the fabric over his face to get rid of most of the dust, he blindly reached for the kitchen sink, the sound of flowing water already cooling him down before he got his hands under it.

But the true highlight of the day came in form of you knocking on his door that evening, dressed in nothing but the flimsiest sundress he had ever seen.

“I know it’s late and you just came home from work and I – but the – and the –“ you sniffled and he immediately grew alarmed.

“Hey,” he murmured, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. It was still somewhat cold from the water and he watched how goosebumps raised on your skin. “What’s going on? Whatever it is, I can help.”

Hell, he’d go and violate all of his parole rules if it meant helping you.

“My sink is still broken,” you muttered, shifting into his touch and his heart skipped a beat.

“But I thought Mr Johnson wanted to come by this morning and fix it?” he frowned, remembering the conversation you had and how happy you had been to share the good news with him. And how happy he had been that you wanted to share it with him.

“He didn’t,” you shrugged, “And I already took the day of work and I can’t miss another shift and I thought, maybe, you could …?”

“I’ll take a look at it,” he said before you could continue and before he could think any better. He just really wanted to spend time with you and, honestly, he could hardly believe his luck that you went to him of all people.

It was still way too hot, though, and he only noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt when he stepped into the hallway. But you didn’t seem to mind, already opening your door, and he shrugged. If you didn’t mind, he didn’t mind.

The offending cabinet was already opened, a plastic bucket and a single wench looking lost on your wooden flooring. “Okay,” he murmured, rubbing his palms over his jeans-clad thighs, “Let’s see.”

He sat down, shuffling his head into the open space.

“Thank you, Paz,” you murmured, sitting down next to him, your thigh brushing against his. Was that intentional? Certainly, in a heat like this, touching like this had to be voluntary. “Truly,” you continued quietly, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” his hand landed on your thigh by accident, really, but he grew quiet when he felt the soft silk under his fingertips.

He heard your breath hitch and forced himself to drag his hand away, inwardly cursing at how much he yearned for you and your touch.

“Sorry,” he murmured, trying to reach the wrench, “Could you, uh …”

Without a word, you sat up next to him, leaning over in the tight space to look at the pipe. The wrench landed on his chest and his eyes landed on your cleavage, glued to the shimmering skin and the way your tits were basically swinging in his face.

He gulped, trying to turn his head away but also trying to keep the pipe in his view.

“It should be here, right?” you asked him, looking back and when he saw where you had pointed, he could not help but chuckle.

Where the confidence in him came from to wrap his hand around yours, he did not know. But Paz was not the kind of man to look a gift horse in the mouth. “It’s here,” he explained, gently guiding your hand to the spot he was talking about.

“Oh,” you giggled, your eyes shining as you looked at him in the darkness under the counter. It was so hot and  you were so close and your eyes were on his chest and he felt himself puff up, wanting to impress you even more.

He knew that his time locked away had left his marks on his body, either in forms of tattoos or scars or the way his hands were rough from work still. And even when he knew that you did no mind it – at least not anymore – he found himself a little self-conscious, not used to a woman he fancied checking him out like this.

“Let me get you something to drink,” you murmured, your hand brushing over his thigh again and stars at this point his cock was already twitching in his pants.

He could hear you clattering around. “You are very nimble,” you commented innocently, “With how big your hands are.”

“Yeah that’s not the only thing my fingers are good for,” he muttered under his breath, hoping that you had not heard him because his thoughts had strayed into territory that certainly wasn’t family appropriate at the moment but all his thoughts disappeared when he looked up at you.

You stepped next to him and the hem of your dress swinging with the movement, and his eyes were glued to the soft skin of your thighs until he realized that you –

Fuck.

He averted his eyes immediately, feeling the blood rush into his ears and … other places. Shit, you were not wearing any panties and you looked fucking enticing. This was what he had dreamt about for weeks now, your body offered to him on a silver platter and all he wanted to do was to sit up, slip his head under your dress and –

“Everything okay?” you asked him, shuffling even closer and he clenched his jaw, his cock straining in his pants as he thought about it would feel to have you underneath him. Or on top of him. He really wasn’t picky.

“Y-you're not, uh, w-wearing anything under that, are you?” he stuttered out.

You did not say anything for a moment and the awkward silence was killing him. He shuffled back, finally sitting up and setting the tool to the side. “Sink should work now,” he said, standing up and not meeting your eyes and hoping to whatever entity there might be that you did not notice the considerable bulge in his jeans and that this did not ruin everything you had.

“I am so sorry,” you brought out.

“No, I am sorry,” he replied, making his way to your door, “I shouldn’t have looked and it is your home and you should wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and –“

“But I did not want to make you uncomfortable,” you said instead and he hated that even now you were worried about him. He turned back to you, very aware of how your eyes lingered on his chest before dipping to his crotch and he swallowed.

“No apologies necessary,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets, “I don’t mind, I mean not that I – you – you, uh, you look very pretty, is all. I should, I should probably go, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Paz,” your voice held him back and your fingers were playing with the dangerously thin strap of your sundress, “Do you really not mind?”

He thought he was dreaming.

He gulped.

He shook his head.

The small smile on your lips was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, closely followed by the view of your bare body as you let your dress fall to the floor. Through your closed blinds, the air seemed warm and heavy and golden but he could not care less. Not when he could see the slopes of your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, how your hips formed into your thighs and how you looked so fucking confident and vulnerable at the same time. “Could you help me with this too?”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he hissed, taking a large step forward and framing your face with his hands, “You’re so pretty.”

Your giggle was music in his ears as your hands found their way to the back of his neck, “You’re pretty too, Paz.”

He shook his head, looking down at you, the tip of his nose brushing over yours. “Not as pretty as you,” he murmured, “Sweetheart, you’re – you’re truly something else.”

Your back arched, your tits brushing against his chest and he felt how your nipples pebbled. His lips brushed over your jaw, “Let me kiss you, love?”

“You can do whatever you want with me,” you breathed against him, your fingertips running through the short hairs at the back of his neck and he growled.

That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

*

You had spent countless nights and days imagining and daydreaming about what it would feel like to finally kiss Paz.

But nothing could even come close to the actual feeling of his lips against yours. Kissing Paz was soft and careful but the more you reciprocated, the bolder he became and that only turned you on more.

There was something thrumming just underneath his skin and you were sure that any moment he would be brave enough to show you what he wanted. And how much he wanted you. Because, stars, you wanted him more than anything for over weeks now.

His big hands were cupping your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones, and your body was rubbing against him so deliciously. It was so hot, you did not notice your nudity all that much except when it came to his hands wandering over your back to cupping your ass, pulling you against him. His legs shifted, his thigh pressing between yours and you gasped against his lips.

“Is this okay?” he asked against you, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, “Tell me if – if something’s not okay, yeah?”

You giggled, hooking your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans before stepping away a little, “I promise I will, now come to bed.”

Paz’s eyes slid over your body, a full swagger returning to his movements as he followed you to lay down on your mattress. The bedding had been pushed to the side during these tropical nights but you could bear the heat if it meant feeling Paz’s bare skin against yours.

Your legs fell open, making space for him between your thighs and when the denim rubbed against your clit, you arched against him. Even through the layer separating you, you could feel how hard he was and when he ground his hips against yours, you moaned.

“I want to touch you,” he murmured, his lips landing on your jaw and you tilted your head back, giving him all the access he could ever want, “Do you want that too? Do you want me to touch you?”

“Stars, yes,” you breathed, feeling your slick making even the rough texture of his jeans become slippery, making it easier and easier for you to hump against him, “Please touch me, Paz.”

He growled, his thumb and forefinger spanning from your chin over your jaw to your ear, his nose brushing over your throat while his lips dragged over your skin. His other hand cupped your right breast, his thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple.

“Fuck, you’re soft,” he mumbled against you, shuffling back up to kiss you. His lips moved over yours, again and again until you could hardly discern left from right or up from down. All you could feel was him.

You lifted your hips again, wanting more and more friction and the significantly large bulge in his jeans seemed to be just perfect for that.

Paz groaned, his hands snapping to your hips and you found yourself wishing that the way his fingers dug into you would leave bruises for you to remember this moment just like it was. Full of unrestrained passion and yearning.

Your pussy fluttered around nothing and you could feel another wave of wetness when his hand splayed over your inner thigh, pushing it to the side.

“Spread them for me,” he grunted, his eyes focussed on your folds, “Want to see how wet this pretty pussy is.”

“Just for you,” you smiled, biting your lip when you saw him sat back on his knees, palming his cock while his fingers wandered closer to the place where you needed him most.

“Just for me you say?” he grinned, slipping one finger inside you, “Must want my cock pretty bad, then.”

You gasped, his finger so much bigger than yours and your walls clenched. The wet sounds from your body did not embarrass you as they might have, not when Paz sat between your thighs like a god, worshipping you as one of them.

He pushed another finger inside you and you whined, your hand flying up to your mouth.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” he growled, crooking his fingers inside you, “Look at the way your pretty pussy just swallows them. You think it’ll wrap around my cock like that?”

You lifted back onto your elbows, chancing a glance down to where he was stroking you. If you had thought the knuckle tattoos attractive before, there was nothing that could describe how seeing them disappear inside you made you feel.

You whimpered, spreading your legs even more which gained you an approving hum from Paz. “Good girl,” he mumbled, shifting his weight so he was resting above you, one forearm keeping him from crushing you while his other hand moved inside you, building up a rhythm that made you feel –

“So good,” you gasped, your hips lifting off the sheets, bumping against his and , “Paz please, it’s – it’s so …” you trailed off into a moan.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips moving against your cheekbone while his thumb circled your clit, “Just let me stretch you out, you’re going to need it.”

If at all possible, his words seemed to make you even wetter and you clenched, feeling his fingers press against a spot you had not discovered before.

“You’re soaking me, love,” he whispered as if his words formed a dirty secret between you he was too excited to share, “Are my fingers making you feel this good? Are you that needy?”

You swallowed, your body too heavy with pleasure to really form words and Paz chuckled. He was clearly happy about the effect he had on you and his confidence only pushed you closer to the edge.

“Someone just needed some attention, didn’t she?” he teased you, “Did you just need a bit of attention by having your pussy filled?”

You opened your mouth but no words came out.

“I know,” he soothed you, “Words are hard when you’re so busy trying to come around my fingers. No worries, sweetheart, you don’t need to say anything. You just need to come for me, okay? Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded eagerly, swallowing heavily as he flicked your clit, pleasure overtaking your mind one nerve end at a time. Until all you could feel was this all-consuming, never ending pleasure.

“There we go,” you could Paz hear through the mind fog, “Good girl.”

His fingers slowed their ministrations, gently helping you ride out the after-waves of your orgasms and you took a deep breath in. Paz was still perched over you, the corners of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly as he gazed at you.

“You’re very pretty,” he smiled, kissing you softly. The kiss brought  him closer to you, his bare chest resting against yours and you gasped, feeling overstimulated, when you felt his bulge against your folds.

But no matter how boneless you felt, how sated, you could not ignore the fact that Paz hadn’t gotten to feel like that yet.

“Show me what you like,” you whispered, your chest still heaving from you trying to catch your breath. Paz looked at you in surprise, almost as if he didn’t believe the words that had left your mouth. There was a knot between his brows.

“I won’t last long,” he warned you, sounding a little unsure, “It’s been – been ages since someone touched me.”

Your heart broke for just a second, splitting into a thousand parts at the grief that you felt for him. Paz deserved to be touched, desired, loved, every single day. Then all the pieces melted together in the inside of your body as you saw him free his cock from the confines of his jeans.

“You’re huge!” you blurted out, eyes wide as you spotted drops of precome gathering at the tip of him. He was thick and long and looked – his cock looked heavy. And you could not wait to feel the weight of him in your palm.

“Uh, I wouldn’t say huge,” Paz said, sounding a bit bashful and you huffed. When you wrapped your hand around him, your fingertips just barely met. Paz hissed, his hips moving into your grasp.

“Huge sounds like the right word to me,” you teased, leaning up to press a kiss against his jaw. His stubble scratched your lips and the tip of your nose when you brushed it along his sharp jawline. Your bodies were slick with sweat, the heat of the day not lessening with the darkening of the sky. But for once, you did not mind. Not when you had Paz to focus on.

A big hand wrapped around yours, guiding you along his shaft in quick strokes and you watched in amazement the way his face shifted, how the hard line of his face grew so soft, his eyes fluttering closed with each pump of your hand.

“Fuck,” he hissed quietly, spilling his come all over your belly. His face fell against yours, hell, his whole body fell against yours, like the tension of the day had drained away all at once.

You bit your lip, trying to keep from smiling too widely as your fingers played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Should – do you want to stay for dinner?”

Paz chuckled, the sound vibrating through his body and, in turn, through yours. He heaved himself up, smiling brightly, “I would love to, sweetheart.”

You had never noticed the crinkles on the corners of his eyes before, they made him seem even happier and you could not help but giggle.

He rolled to the side, the mess between your bellies cooling uncomfortably. “How about,” his hand took hold of yours, “How about we take a shower and then we get dinner from that Thai place down the road?”

“That sounds perfect.”

And it really was.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Safe & Sound AU.

You’ve attended Madame Red’s social events in the past, and you’ve seen her odd (but quite lovable) collection of adult children... but you’ve never seen him before.

He appears to be uncomfortable even in his own skin, shifting constantly, standing over by the wall. Not a word comes out of his mouth, even when ladies pass by and giggle at his appearance. All he does is duck his head down and blush.

Personally, despite that you find those scales of his and the stark-white hair a bit of a shock, you don’t see what there is to laugh about. So you’ve never seen anyone like him; big deal. You’d never seen anyone as tall as Jumbo before you met him. People don’t need to laugh at others who look different than they do.

When you drift over toward the wall to stand next to the young man, you almost feel a bit like a guard dog. No one’s going to make fun of him while you’re standing here.

Though you don’t really know what to say, you start by clearing your throat, followed by the most mundane thing you can think of. “Good evening! I’m (Name).”

His gaze flickers to you, and you’re nearly lost in his eyes. Just like the rest of him, you’ve never seen eyes like that ― golden, with slit pupils, like a black thread in a sea of thick honey, and white lashes settling atop like snow. You can practically hear his heart pounding.

“... Call me Snake,” he murmurs. “Everyone does.”

You nod with a small hum. “A pleasure to meet you, Snake. Would you like to dance?”

Instantly he’s shaking his head, moving as if to shrink back into the wallpaper. As if he can hide any further than he already is. “N-no... no, I’m not good.”

“Oh, that’s fine. Do you mind if I stay, though?”

A quiet shrug is the answer you get. “If you like.”

Another moment of silence passes between you, then you feel something pushing against your foot. You look down only to see a beautifully colored snake slithering there by your feet, and you kneel down to give it a closer look. Although the sight should surprise you, it’s not as strange given that you’re certain it’s got something to do with this young man.

Speaking of, he lets out a small gasp when he sees what you’re doing. “E-Emily! Get away from...”

“Oh, she’s one of yours, then?” Doing your best to be careful, you slip a hand under a few parts of the snake’s body, trying to keep away from her head. You get a soft hiss for your trouble, but she doesn’t make any moves to strike at you. “She’s gorgeous. And she seems quite friendly!”

All at once, Snake’s face flushes a brilliant scarlet. You don’t think he expected you to be alright with a snake, let alone compliment her. “S-she... she says... you were in her w-way...”

You tilt your head. “Is that right? You can understand her? Well, then, I can put her where she’d like to go. How about out to the garden?”

“A... are you sure?” He glances toward the rest of the party. “Wouldn’t you enjoy yourself m-more... staying here?”

“Oh, no, I’ve had my fill of socializing for one evening,” you laugh. “I think I’d rather spend some time with you and... Emily, is it?”

As you begin to move toward the doors which lead to the garden, he follows you at a ‘safe’ distance. “Yes... the others a-are out there, as well, so she was... t-trying to get to them... most likely.”

“Ah, you’ve got more snakes? How many?”

Of course, your question is answered as soon as you walk out into the garden. You count no less than nine snakes outside, slithering amongst the bushes and rocks and dirt.

You set Emily down, then look over at Snake with a raised eyebrow. “... Well, are you going to introduce me?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone blush so heavily before.

However, to his credit, he recovers quickly enough to lead you over toward one of the snakes to begin introductions.

You definitely like this man.

[anxious-art-block]

LU Headcanon’s Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

THE EDGY BOOOOOYY

[Legend it’s Legend’s turn]

Would rather saw off his legs than wear pants

Could and would probably slap Hylia if given the chance 

These are my headcanons so therefore I make the rules and so I say he is 100% engaged to Ravio 

Legend is an insomniac, and has gone a total of 71 hours and 42 minutes without crashing before

Is absolute besties with Hilda and Styla, despite one being from another country and the other being from an alternate dimension, it doesn’t stop him

“Bureaucracy will never beat a shift iron rod to the kneecaps.” 

Agender icon [He/She/It]

!!Hyrule!!A baby!!

Can’t read, and therefore can’t read a map [hence getting lost at any given point] because he was never taught how

“Yes, ma’am/sir!”

Wouldn’t often go into large towns in his Hyrule, and is often overwhelmed and scared of large crowds, so when they go to another or go to a town in their current one, will cling to Legend’s arm like a baby koala

“There are young and innocent ears in the room, and by that I mean Roolie.” “Gah?!”

I’m pretty sure it’s LoZ canon that he would be blood-relatives with Legend so I’m gonna make him and Legend have similar mannerisms and faces [Hyrule has a more rounded/babyish face and button nose, while Legend has sharper eyes and flat yet tall nose] 

They have the same confused and pouting expressions

Even more broke™

Snorts when he laughs

Twirls a lock of hair on his neck when nervous

It’s fucking WIMDY

Wind’s Hylian is based on Polynesian [Mainly Samoan, Tokelauan, and Tuvaluan]

“I lived on a WARSHIP-“ ok I’ll stop

The absolute BEST BIG BROTHER in the W O R L D

Uses the word fuck like a comma

Probably a medium 

Misses Linebeck :[[ 

Has a thing with large birds, things like seagulls and small birds he has no problem, but if there any larger than half his size he’ll lock up, and will always make sure it’s where he can see it

Has to keep a notebook of EVERYTHING after Phantom Hourglass, cause he still isn’t entirely sure if the journey actually happened or if it was just one big hallucination caused by the Ghost Ship

Wind and Tetra’s love language is beating the shit outta one another

The OG problem child

Loves Sun so fucking much he cannot even stand it

Princess Peach lips mf

Is a narcoleptic 

Has trouble breathing on the surface, it’s hardly ever too serious unless he seriously overexerts himself but there will pretty much always be a slight wheeze to his breathing 

Is mostly stressed about leaving Sun not just cause he misses her, but because he doesn’t know what could happen if he’s not there, especially since last time he WASN’T she was taken 

!!Him and Groose are now besties!!

Good for him good for him

Little to no reaction during a switch 

Weather is both his best friend and mortal enemy 

The scariest when angry

Will cry at the drop of a hat and doesn’t know what to do about it 

“No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.”

FINALLY ON BRAND

Is very careful about not stepping on small things

Is pretty fuckin’ sick of Vaati at this point

“It’s funny when short people threaten me, like what are you gonna do?” “Say goodbye to your kneecaps asshole”

Thought of this when I first read the manga when I was like 13

So I often draw/write Four like a fusion from Steven Universe 

No I don’t take constructive criticism 

“This is who we are, this is who I am.”

Did he exist before the blade split him? Yes. But when he merged for the first time afterwards was he basically a new person? Also yes.

I rest my case

Misses Shadow :[[[[[[

Has a tooth gap!!

!!Has rainbow colored eyes!!

A whopping 4’10”

Puppy eyes work on him really well, it doesn’t matter who is making them, he will cave pretty much upon contact if you give him puppy eyes

G e n d e r

Alright I’m done for now

[diviinaee]

TALKING ABOUT THE QUINN TRILOGY OF VIDS WE GOT

obviously spoilers ahead for all 3 vids !!!

i had this post in my drafts to put my love reactions on so that's why the tenses are so fucked up LMFAOOO

tws are the same as all the videos!!

Your Cruel Vampire Ex Got Caught

FIRST OFF SAM N DARLIN TALKIN WILL ALWAYS GIVE ME SUCH HAPPINESS. THEN BEING HAPPY WITH EACH OTHER. THAT IS WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY.

oh davids calling slay

THEY WHAT.

i dont trust this shit for a SECOND BRAH

david speedin lol thas hawt

THE DEPARTMENT IS ON THE LINE ISTG THEY GETTING ON MY NERVES. if at some point we don't overthrow the government imma wore out M Y S E L F.

MR FOX? OMGGGGG (also got accused of being erik by @blutomindpretzel because earlier i mentioned foxes and wolves😝)

Henry sounds like someone who drinks expresso just enough to gain back his social cuts

YEA HENRY FUCK OFF (im so sorry Henry ik your just doing your job)

ok yall got quinn. let darlin kill him now please 😻🙏🏽

HE WHAT.

imma be so honest a part of me said, "LET HER DIE JUST FUCK HIM UP BRAH" intrusive thoughts did not slay as usual

IM SORRY? YOU WANNA BRING UP THE ETHICS OF THIS SHIT NOW? (everyone welcome philosophy student div)

SO THE VERY SYSTEM THAT WILL (W/O CONSENT REMEMBER) ERASE THE MEMORY OF UNEMPOWERED HUMANS TO MAINTAIN COVERT IS SAYING THAT USING THE VERY POWERS THEY ARE GIVEN TO FIND INFORMATION THAT COULD SAVE A LIFE IS UNETHICAL BECAUSE "HE STILL DESERVES RIGHTS"??? DAVID IS RIGHT, HE DOESN'T DESERVE THEM. HE IS A FUCKING HOMICIDAL PSYCHOPATHIC ABUSIVE SADISTIC AND MANIPULATIVE VAMPIRE.

are the rights of a murderer worth more than the life you can save. ISTG THE DEPARTMENT IS SO LUCKY THAT I DON'T EXIST IN THEIR WORLD BC I WOULD FUCKING DESTROY THEM

sigh.

oh shit the video still playing. who he wanna see?

you've gotta be fucking kidding me.

SAM? oh he's gonna mindfuck this shit all up

the CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OF DARLIN OHMYGOOOD. Early Darlin would've shifted and ran to the department the moment David called. But look at them now. They are calm. Angry, but calm. They encourage Sam to talk because they realize that their want for vengeance is less important than the life they could save.

im FUCKING SCARED

Your Mate Confronts Your Cruel Vampire Ex

Sam's breath before he enters the room im alr sobbing.

HES FUCKING BRITISH

oh my fucking gawd. OH. MY. G O D .

also GBA love that. i love him.

YUHH SAM GETTIN STRAIGHT TO THE POINT

"your manners could use some work" YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY COULD USE SOME WORK QUINN

gba is doing such a good job like i genuinely wanna punch my phone

"i wanna get to know you" this ain't A FUCKING DATE HIJO DE SU PUTA MADRE

"i do look rather dashing in blood" lets test that theory. im gonna use a chainsaw, a bat with nails, etc. ALLÍ SI YA VEREMOS QUIEN SE RIA ENTONCES IGNORANTE HIJO DE MIERDA

FRED MENTION IN 2023 LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

nvm i hate this mention.

FREDRICK COLLINS? IM FUCKING SOBBING.

HOW DOES QUINN KNOW ABOUT SAM'S TURNING-

ALEXIS ISTG.

this girl is either dead or doesn't exist bc quinn just fucking loves talking

i wanna know what coffin you'd like quinn 😻🫶🏽

"humansblah blah blah" mf YOU WERE A HUMAN ONCE YOU STUPID DENSE IDIOT

imma be honest quinn reminds me of my ex and my darlin kinnie is FUCKING SCREAMING AND CRYING

"is her life worth less than your comfort?" ......props that's a good line.......

CAN HE STOP TALKING ABOUT FRED ICAN'T DO THIS BRO

as someone who was refused closure. yea. the worst thing a monster like quinn could do is deny them closure. FUCK. ERIK YOU BRILLIANT BITCH

darlin is dissociating so hard i can feel it

"betryal" THEY RAT YOU OUT FOR BEIN HOMICIDAL AND YOU- i need to calm down before i break this phone cause i JUST got it 2 months ago.....

ouch. erik did you text my ex for this 😝🫶🏽

comfort from the world in pain and suffering GOD.

SLOPPY SECONDS? AHORA SI LO PIDE VOY A MATAR A ESTE PINCHE HIJO DE PUTA

shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up.

QUINN. OH MY GOD HE KEEPS FUCKING TALKING.

HE WAS STALKING THEM? EWEWEWEWEWEW

"surely they've asked for it by now, knowing them" not gonna lie this activated my ptsd and i had to take a lil quirky crying break 😻🫶🏽

HIM CALLING TOWARDS THE WINDOW BC HE KNOWS DARLIN IS THERE FUCCCCCCKKKKKK I WOULD'VE PUNCHED THAT WINDOW

goddammit erik you brilliant genius.

Quinn's Aftermath

I'm alr crying and i haven't even pressed play brah.

OH THANK GOD THE ADDRESS

F U U C K THE HUG I'M CRYING

DAVID HEARD EVERYTHING? FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M GONNA SOB I CAN'T DO THIS

"i need to get you out of here" I'm sobbing. I'm fucking sobbing. did i mention i was sobbing. cause if not, im sobbing.

CAN I JUST SAY HOW MUCH SWEETHEART IS A FUCKING MVP LIKE THEY INFORMED DAVID FIRST AND IS KEEPING THEM IN THE LOOP I FUCKING LOVE THEM

DAVID AND DARLIN HUG IM SOBBING EVEN HARDER NOW

i can feel the dissociation radiating off of darlin im still crying

"what can i do darlin" pls remove my tear ducts and give me a goddamn lobotomy/j

did i mention I've been sobbing this whole time 😝

"i thought you'd be angrier" that's dissociation for ya.

cold hatred > fiery hatred : you cannot let the rage consume you because if you do, it becomes your whole life and you can bring yourself to a position where you have no chance of moving on in the future

this audio deserves an oscar IDC THIS HELPS SO MANY PARTS OF MYSELF THAT WERE LEFT UNHEALED IM STILL SOBBING

"what he told me doesn't change us" you guessed it. sobbing.

"you are my absolute priority" I'm gonna be so honest. I had to turn off the video. I never knew that was something I needed to hear but DAMN.

HOURS? HE DUMPED THEIR TRAUMA FOR HOURS? OMFG LET ME AT HIM

the way he says that he sees darlin after knowing about their past. As someone who's been through

"What I heard, in all his rambling, was the story of a good, kind person...with an open heart... trusting a man who promised to care about them and him using that trust to hurt them." + everything after that. jesus christ um. I'm gonna rant so if you don't wanna see that skip till i says BALLS 🤪

I've been in this position of close people finding out about my past and I'm gonna be so honest. If I had someone like Sam, I don't think I would've fallen to rock bottom as hard as I did. All a victim wants is for people to understand what they went through and not think less of them. I remember the way I was talked down to and still am due to the person's knowledge of my trauma. Sam saying that he sees a fighter who got up from the amount of trauma, is something that I begged for. It's what Darlin needs. They need to see that although this is a big portion of their life, it does not reflect their person. Erik truly, once again, hit a very sensitive topic right on the bullseye.

BALLS 🤪🫶🏽

THEM BREAKING DOWN STOP IM GONNA BREAK DOWN WITH THEM.

all the listeners think crying and being anything other than happy is stupid and i RELATE

my momma bear is coming out jesus christ. THEM THINKING IT'S HUMILIATING TO LIKE THAT ASPECT? FUCK I'M GONNA SOB

[imma skip to David calling because the rest of sam and darlings talk i was just ugly sobbing]

hold on. "You're my heart darlin." "You deserve so much better than the hands life's dealt you" sobbing even more.

N E W A Y .

I FUCKING KNEW IT THAT GIRL WAS DEAD ISTG THIS IS WHY THE DEPARTMENT IS FUCKING STUPID WHY WOULD QUINN GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO SAVE SOMEONE

HE HAD PICTURES AND VIDEOS??? I'm gonna gag istg THAT SADISTIC FUCK

"he's gone quiet" he'll go quiet when i KILL HIM

fuck. man fuck what anyone says, vega, regulus, blake have nothing on quinn. VEGA YOU COULD'VE FED ON THIS BASTARD AND GOT MORE POWER THAN WHAT YOU GOT FROM IVAN

YES. YES. NO WITNESSES FOR ME TORTURING HIM FUCK YEAAAAAA.

only condition is that they're still is something to kill? I GOTCHUUU

i need William comforting Darlin. And Asher. And Milo. HELL I'LL TAKE CHRISTIAN TOO PLS I NEED MORE COMFORT.

FUCK YEAAA VAMPIRIC LAWS ARE SLAYING

KILL THE BASTARD. LET IT DIE LET IT DIE LET IT SHRIVEL UP AND DIIIIIEEEEEEEE

can't wait to see quinns face when he realizes the fact that darlin is gonna torture him the same way he torture them.

NOW TIME TO WATCH GUY, OLLIE, AND CAELUM BECAUSE HOLY SHIT I NEED IT