#ranging from huge to tiny

[ineedmorepronouns]

hear me out,

antique stores and pawn shops...

[kerosene-in-a-blender]

There's a phenomenon I've noticed in fandom that has been thrown into sharp relief by experiencing both the Critical Role and Dragon Age fandoms at this current moment but is by no means limited to just those two, where there will exist within the narrative a white guy (and it is always specifically a white guy) who is, demonstrably by his actions, a pretty shitty person. Hurt many many people. However, this character has also been granted some level of interiority by the narrative (the narrative's reasons for doing this are ultimately not relevant, what's important is that the audience does get a peak inside this terrible man's brain), and because he is funny, or sympathetic, or traumatized, or otherwise compelling, certain segments of the fandom will latch onto this character and focus pretty exclusively on how terrible it is FOR HIM that he is evil.

These fans will focus entirely on how sad it makes how he has to hurt people. How terrible it is that he is isolated from everyone. How awful it is that the protagonists don't take the time to understand him. Any pain and hurt he causes is only used as fuel to highlight how sad he is that he has to do these terrible things, with no empathy spared for the people this man has himself hurt. And barely any acknowledgement that he doesn't actually have to be doing these things; that he is terrible because he chooses to be and any personal suffering that he does experience as a result is ultimately his own doing.

I think in some ways this is the cousin to the well known White Guy Side Character phenomenon, in which fans will take a nothing, barely developed white male side character and assign him an importance and interiority in fandom that he does not have in canon while ignoring actual main characters who are not men and/or white. Except in this case instead of assigning undue interiority and complexity to a white male character to the exclusion of others it's assigning undue empathy to a white male character to the exclusion of others, even those who have been hurt by that character, and even when the narrative is pretty directly stating that he's the villain for doing what he did.

[on-my-way-to-the-woods]

All of the terrible disaster advice on this website is gonna make me cry

Your "go bag" for a fire shouldn't have canned goods, it should have water, money, any medications, and a copy of your important documents for fuck's sake 🤦

[prokopetz]

Metroidvania/life sim hybrid where the metroidvania side of play is a Hollow Knight-esque adventure about a minuscule bug-like creature journeying through a once-grand but now desolate realm, and the life sim side of play is about an ordinary human-ish creature trying to clean and repair their shitty apartment, with the player able to switch back and forth freely. (The ruined kingdom and the shitty apartment are, of course, one and the same.) Actions taken on the life sim side of play can have huge, world-shaking consequences for the metroidvania side of play, while actions taken on the metroidvania side of play can resolve otherwise-intractable problems on the life sim side of play.

Critically, at no point is the protagonist of either side of play ever aware of the existence of the other: the life sim protagonist never notices the tiny metroidvania protagonist, while the metroidvania protagonist's little bug-eyes can only see clearly for a few inches (which translates to a "normal" range of vision at the metroidvania side of play's scale), so from their perspective the massive upheavals caused by the life sim protagonist's actions have no obvious cause. Each repeatedly ends up helping the other by sheer accident, as their respective goals coincidentally and repeatedly intersect.

[sweetshuga]

String you out ۶ৎ Chratt

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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wc. 3,086

Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

cang qiong dragon god shen yuan is probably like so old that time doesn’t have meaning? like he transmigrated into pidw as a dragon and and the system gave him a few missions that functionally amounted to ‘claim this mountain range as your territory and defend it from demons’

sy didn’t realize that he was actually laying the foundation for cang qiong mountain sect before its creation. some terrifying demon demigod (one of the first heavenly demons, maybe?) pursues a band of cultivators to his mountain range, and he protects them. they settle his mountains and start cultivating, and because they’re protected by a literal god (who they call lord canglong, and they name the mountains after him) people want to study there.

so cqms is born, and sy takes a nap. when he wakes up, those cultivators he saved bring another group of cultivators, all named 'wen' to his mountain, and they ask his permission to lead the peaks next. another nap, and he wakes up to the wen generation asking his blessing for the ming generation, so on and so forth up until the qing generation. this time he recognizes names: qingge, qingfang, qingqi. this generation's leader, qingyuan. and the one whose bow is shallow and perfunctory, qingqiu. ofc sy isn't super pressed about standing on ceremony or whatever—he's only experienced like six years in this world, and most of them were spent either establishing the mountain as his territory or helping his little cultivators fight off some world-ending cataclysm or other. but he remembers the scum villain’s name, and he’s not a huge fan of the way sqq’s already proving himself to be an arrogant old shit

just like every other time, after he’s met and blessed this generation of peak lords, shen yuan falls asleep. shit!!! he meant to stay awake this time, but the system putting him to sleep is just too powerful! he’s probably missed luo binghe, damnit!!! what’s the point of transmigrating into this shitty novel if he doesn’t even get to meet the only character worth the pixels it took to type him into existence??

but as soon as he sees that fluffy-haired boy curled up in one of his caves, bruised and weeping and wondering what he’s done to be so universally hated, shen yuan knows. that’s his protagonist, and he’s really too pathetic like this. he’s really just a child. and shen yuan might have been easily annoyed by the concept of kids in his first life, but this isn’t just some whiny kid. this is the protagonist. so he does his best to calm tiny lord luo down.

and at first when lbh realizes it’s the fucking dragon god canglong speaking to him, the poor kid falls on his face kowtowing and apologizing for the intrusion, but lord canglong just…asks him what’s wrong. and then listens. and then he allows binghe to…to touch his hand???? not only that, he pats binghe’s head?? and tells him it isn’t his fault??? that one little head-pat is filled with so much spiritual power that binghe almost passes out, and soon after he recovers, lord canglong sends him back down the mountain with a renewed sense of purpose. lord canglong said binghe wasn’t stupid, wasn’t incompetent, wasn’t a failure, and binghe was determined to prove himself worthy of the sect’s guardian deity’s kindness.

and when luo binghe turns to walk down the mountain back to qing jing peak, that google translate voice pipes up in shen yuan’s ear with an update he hadn’t realized he was waiting for.

[Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things must be said three times! USER_002 has completed the quest {From the Ground Up}! B-points +500 USER_002 has initiated the quest {Master of Masters}! New skill [Shapeshifter] has been unlocked! Would USER_002 like to activate [Shapeshifter] now?]

shen yuan slammed the bright glowing [YES] faster than any quest the system had ever given him. that’s how he learned that he was, in fact, just naked in front of luo binghe, and the [Shapeshifter] skill didn’t come with an auto-clothed setting. thank fuck he’d already sent the protagonist away!

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from National Geographic. All photographs byJoel Sartore:

CARACAL | CARACAL CARACAL Consummate predators, some small wildcats can take down larger prey. The caracal of Asia and Africa is less than two feet tall but has been filmed leaping over nine-foot fences to prey on sheep. PHOTOGRAPHED AT COLUMBUS ZOO AND AQUARIUM, OHIO

PALLAS'S | CATOTOCOLOBUS MANUL A famously grumpy expression made this Central Asian species an Internet star. Conservationists hope the cat’s celebrity will help save its habitat from encroaching farms and other threats. PHOTOGRAPHED AT COLUMBUS ZOO AND AQUARIUM, OHIO

IBERIAN LYNX | LYNX PARDINUS One of the world’s rarest cats, the Iberian lynx is slowly increasing in number as scientists release captive-raised cats and boost populations of rabbits, the lynx’s staple food. PHOTOGRAPHED AT MADRID ZOO AND AQUARIUM, SPAIN

FISHING CAT | PRIONAILURUS VIVERRINUS The cat may look peculiar, but it’s perfectly adapted to its lifestyle: Big eyes help snare prey underwater, double-coated fur keeps out the wet, and partially webbed feet and a muscular, rudderlike tail aid in swimming. PHOTOGRAPHED AT POINT DEFIANCE ZOO AND AQUARIUM IN TACOMA, WASHINGTON

EURASIAN LYNX | LYNX LYNX The largest of the four lynx species, the Eurasian lynx also has a huge range, including most of Europe and parts of Central Asia and Russia. Unlike many other small cats, its population is stable and threats are relatively low—although some isolated subgroups are critically endangered. PHOTOGRAPHED AT COLUMBUS ZOO AND AQUARIUM, OHIO

JAGUARUNDI | SHERPAILURUS YAGOUAROUNDI With long, squat bodies and tiny ears, jaguarundis are otterlike in appearance. Thanks to their huge range—parts of Mexico, Central America, and South America—and lack of widespread hunting, the cat is considered a species of least concern. PHOTOGRAPHED AT BEAR CREEK FELINE CENTER, FLORIDA

LEOPARD CAT | PRIONAILURUS BENGALENSIS. PHOTOGRAPHED AT ANDERSON, INDIANA

RUSTY-SPOTTED CAT | PRIONAILURUS RUBIGINOSUS The smallest of the small cats, the rusty-spotted cat, a native of India and Sri Lanka, can weigh as little as two pounds. Not much is known about the speckled feline, but destruction of habitat, hunting, and hybridizing with domestic cats are threats. PHOTOGRAPHED AT EXMOOR ZOO, ENGLAND

AFRICAN GOLDEN CAT | CARACAL AURATA Inhabiting the rain forests of West and Central Africa, this species is threatened by forest loss and bush-meat hunters. This seven-year-old male, Tigri, is likely the only cat of its kind in captivity. PHOTOGRAPHED AT PARC ASSANGO, LIBREVILLE, GABON

SAND CAT | FELIS MARGARITA. PHOTOGRAPHED AT CHATTANOOGA ZOO, TENNESSEE

CANADA LYNX | LYNX CANADENSIS Like the Iberian lynx, the Canada lynx is a specialist hunter, preying almost exclusively on snowshoe hare. The North American species has giant paws that help it run through deep snow after prey. PHOTOGRAPHED AT POINT DEFIANCE ZOO AND AQUARIUM, WASHINGTON

MARGAY | LEOPARDUS WIEDII. PHOTOGRAPHED AT CINCINNATI ZOO AND BOTANICAL GARDEN, OHIO

SERVAL | LEPTAILURUS SERVAL. PHOTOGRAPHED AT FORT WORTH ZOO, TEXAS

[tabootoji]

✰ - tags: dead dove do not eat, fem! reader, 18+ reader, stepcest, v. penetration, spanking, f. orgasm, creampie, breeding kink, humor, no use of y/n, all lowercase, minors dni

stepdadtoji! who's lazily lying on his side next to you on your twin size bed that's too small to barely fit the both of you. the bottom of his shirt rises up enough to get a peek at his insanely sculpted abdomen, and his loose hanging sweatpants gives you a view of his groin covered in manly pubic hair.

stepdadtoji! who's in your room to bug you like he always does when your mom's not home during the day because of her work hours. you're trying to do your homework, but toji keeps distracting you by slapping your ass that your short uniform skirt barely covers to keep your attention on him. your mom must not be giving him enough attention, because toji is always fucking with you.

stepdadtoji! who's barely paying attention to you scolding him about you needing to focus on finishing your brutal chemistry assignment till a lightbulb shines in his head. he offers to help you with it, but first, you have to help him with a problem of his own, grabbing his monster sized cock through his pants to wiggle in his large hand.

stepdadtoji! who before you know it, has you hovering over him while you bounce on your knee's on his huge dick like a bunny. your thin lace thong is pushed haphazardly to the side and your tiny skirt flaps in the air each time you smash down onto his lap and his girthy cock impales you deeply. your knee's shake but that doesn't stop toji from holding onto your ass cheeks to slam you up and down in the air like you were a toy.

stepdadtoji! who thinks it's so cute that his bratty stepdaughter who acts like she cant stand him is currently trying her hardest to ride her daddy's cock like a good girl. how filthy. but he was growing tired of your slacky pace. he grabs onto your thighs to support you while he raises his pelvis rapidly to plow you correctly. the loud sound of skin slapping rang through the house, along with the shaking of your poor headboard that was sure to break if toji continued plopping you down so roughly onto his throbbing dick.

stepdadtoji! who curves the scar on his lip upward when you beg him to be quieter, it's almost evening and your mom could be home any minute. he couldn't care less if his wife walked in on him fucking her hot, cock hungry daughter. it only encouraged him to bury his cock even more into your wet cunt. he slaps your plush cheeks till they sting red as he bucks his hips to fill up your slutty pussy like his life depends on it.

stepdadtoji! like the good father he is, holds you tightly as you cum while crying and moaning out how daddy's making you make a mess all over his aching cock. feeling his big balls that were flapping against the swell of your ass twitch wildly as your sloppy pussy gripped him cruelly, he grunts to his favorite cum slut if you're ready to take every drop of his spunk into your womb.

stepdadtoji! who pumps spurts and spurts of his thick cum, breeding you with the essence of his kids. he continues to push his fat dick in and out of you to make sure your greedy cunt sucks it all in. he lifts you off, looking up to see your abused hole quiver as it swallows all of the white substance, not wasting a drop.

stepdadtoji! who throws you to the side of the bed next to him, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes to rest with a content smile, while you slightly convulse, still reeling from your epic orgasm. you reposition your thong back on and find the strength to turn to toji and remind him about the tutoring he offered.

stepdadtoji! who opens one of his eyes to look at you unapologetically. "girl, im'a high school dropout. don't know tha' first thing about chemistry." he laughs in your face as you punch him in the arm.

[hearts4sturn]

BABY FEVER – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: babysitting your three year old niece with your boyfriend is not for the weak warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, mentions of having a child ???, fluff!!

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice rang out across the yard, the little girl’s excitement practically vibrating through the air as she came running toward y/n. her tiny feet barely kept up with her eagerness, and she almost tripped over them in her rush. but before y/n could even fully step inside, ruby was already in her arms, wrapping herself around y/n’s legs in a tight, exuberant hug.

“well, hey there, rubs!” y/n laughed, grinning as she bent down to scoop ruby up into her arms, easily lifting the toddler into the air. “how’s my favorite niece doing today?” she asked, her voice soft with affection.

ruby beamed up at her aunt, holding y/n’s face in her small hands, her fingers gently pressing into y/n’s cheeks as she looked up, her eyes wide and sparkling with pride. “mommy let me have stra-bees today!” she said, her little mouth stretching into a huge, toothy grin.

“oh really? strawberries, huh? that sounds yummy!” y/n replied with a teasing smile, her heart warming at ruby’s excitement.

“i got lots and lots of stra-bees!” ruby said, her words tumbling out in a rush as her enthusiasm made her talk faster than usual. but her smile said it all, clear and bright.

“lucky you,” y/n said, brushing a lock of ruby’s hair from her forehead, her fingers lingering on the toddler’s soft skin. “you’re going to be all bouncy with all that sugar!” she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

ruby nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with the thrill of her treat. “yeah! i got so many, auntie!” she exclaimed, her little hands still holding onto y/n’s face as if to make sure she heard every word.

just as y/n was about to respond, a voice from behind them broke in, teasing but full of warmth. “hey! there’s no hello for me?” matt’s voice rang out, and y/n turned, laughing as she saw him standing there with his arms crossed in playful mock offense.

ruby’s face immediately lit up at the sound of his voice. she kicked her legs in the air, her little hands reaching for y/n’s shirt as if she couldn’t contain her joy any longer.

“uncle matt!” she squealed, her face lighting up like the sun. she wiggled in y/n’s arms, signaling that she was ready to be handed over to him.

y/n chuckled, lowering ruby gently to the floor. the moment her feet touched the ground, the toddler took off running toward matt, her small feet barely touching the ground as she practically flew toward him.

“hey, rubs,” matt greeted her with a grin, crouching down to scoop her up into his arms. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the room as she clung to him, her tiny hands grabbing at his shoulders with all the energy she could muster.

y/n smiled at the sight of them, her heart swelling with affection. there was something so simple and pure about the way they interacted, so effortless and full of love. watching them together made y/n's heart ache in the best way, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

just then, y/n turned to her sister-in-law, who was hurriedly gathering her things as she prepared to head out. “thank you so much for agreeing to look after her,” she said with a sincere smile. “i’m really sorry it’s so last minute—my work called me in unexpectedly and our babysitter was already busy and—”

y/n cut her off with a gentle smile and a wave of her hand. “it’s okay, really. i understand.

“thank you again, both of you. i just have to rush out now, but seriously, i really appreciate it.”

y/n smiled and gently placed her hand over her sister-in-law’s, reassuring her. “hey, it’s no problem. sometimes life just throws things at us, but matt and i are always happy to look after our favorite niece. you don’t need to apologize.”

her sister-in-law sighed in relief, visibly relaxing now that her mind was at ease. “thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. and ruby…” she turned to her daughter with a smile, crouching to her level. “you remember what i said, right? behave yourself, okay? don’t make things too hard on auntie y/n and uncle matt.”

“yes, mommy! see you later!” ruby chirped happily, her voice a little squeakier with excitement. she waved enthusiastically as her mother made her way out the door, her small body practically jumping with joy.

y/n crouched down to ruby’s level, giving her a gentle smile as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind the toddler’s ear. “alright, sweetheart…” y/n began, her voice soft and coaxing. “how about we go to the park now? sound good?”

“yes!!” ruby’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the suggestion, and before y/n could say another word, she grabbed her aunt’s hand, tugging her toward the door with all the energy she had.

“hey, hey, rubs, slow down a little, okay?” matt called from behind them, his voice warm with amusement. “we’re not in a hurry. no need to rush.”

ruby paused for a split second, glancing up at matt with a sudden serious expression. then, without missing a beat, she broke into a giggle, her tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. “okay, uncle matt!” she said in her sing-song voice, still holding tightly to y/n’s hand as they made their way toward the door.

“okay, go put on your shoes, and let’s get going!” y/n called to ruby, who immediately dashed over to her shoe rack. she excitedly picked out her favorite pair of pink light-up sneakers, practically bouncing as she put them on.

“let’s go, auntie!” ruby exclaimed, her words tumbling out in her usual burst of excitement. she was already back at y/n’s side, her hand once again grabbing y/n’s as she tugged her toward the door. matt followed closely behind, his steps light and easy as he kept pace with the two girls.

once they arrived at the park, ruby didn’t waste a single second. she immediately let go of y/n’s hand and ran straight for the swing set, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could go. “uncle matt! push me, please!” she called back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“alright, rubs, i’ve got you,” matt said with a chuckle, walking over to the swings with a grin. he was already getting ready to push her when y/n stepped back, watching from the sidelines, content to simply enjoy the moment.

y/n leaned against a nearby bench, her heart swelling with warmth as she watched matt gently push ruby on the swing. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the air, her hands gripping the chains as she soared higher into the sky. matt’s face was lit up with joy as he pushed her, and for a brief moment, y/n’s heart ached in the best way. she had always dreamed of being a mom, and watching matt with ruby was a constant reminder of how natural and beautiful he was with kids. sometimes, it made her wonder what it would be like to have a daughter of their own.

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice snapped y/n out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see the little girl waving at her from the swing. “come here, auntie y/n!”

y/n smiled warmly and walked over, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “yes, sweetie?”

“get on the swing too!” ruby said excitedly, pointing to the empty swing next to hers. “uncle matt will push both of us!”

y/n chuckled at ruby’s enthusiasm and nodded. “alright, alright, i’ll join you.” she sat down on the swing next to ruby, and as soon as she did, she felt matt give her a push. but it wasn’t just any push—it was a little too much.

“matt–!” y/n yelped, her voice a mixture of surprise and mock indignation. “too high!”

matt laughed along with ruby, clearly enjoying her reaction. ruby giggled uncontrollably, her small hands gripping the swing’s chains as she kicked her feet in the air.

“auntie y/n, you’re so funny!” ruby laughed, her bright eyes sparkling with amusement. “okay, uncle matt, i want off now! let’s go to the next thing!” she said, pointing excitedly to the rest of the playground.

“alright, rubs,” matt said, laughing as he helped y/n down. the trio made their way toward the slides, with ruby already running ahead, eager to explore the next adventure.

when they returned home later that afternoon, ruby was practically bursting with energy, eager to tell her mom about everything. “mommy!” she shouted as she burst through the door, still riding high on the excitement of the day. “mommy, i had so much fun!”

y/n’s sister-in-law, who had been waiting by the door, crouched down to scoop her daughter up into her arms. “hey, sweetie. how was your day with auntie y/n and uncle matt?” she asked, her smile warm as she hugged ruby tight.

“was so fun! we went to the park, and uncle matt pushed me on the swings, and auntie y/n too!” ruby said excitedly, her words coming out in a happy rush.

“oh really now? sounds like you had a blast. now, how about you take off your shoes and wash your hands, okay? mommy’s going to chat with auntie y/n and uncle matt for a minute,” her mom suggested, giving ruby a gentle kiss on the cheek before letting her go.

ruby nodded eagerly and scampered off to do as instructed, her little feet pattering across the floor as she removed her sneakers and headed toward the bathroom.

once ruby was out of earshot, y/n’s sister-in-law turned to the couple with a grateful smile. “thank you so much for looking after her again,” she said, her voice sincere. “i really appreciate it.”

y/n waved it off with a smile. “hey, you don’t have to thank us all the time. we’re family. we’d be happy to look after her any time,” she reassured her, her voice warm and comforting.

her sister-in-law smiled back, her eyes filled with gratitude. “thank you,” she repeated, a soft laugh escaping her as she made her way toward the door. “i’ll see you both soon.”

“take care!” y/n and matt called in unison, waving her goodbye. as the door clicked shut, the two of them shared a quiet smile, content with the simple joys of the day.

after a peaceful moment, they both climbed into matt’s van, letting out a simultaneous sigh as they settled into the comfortable silence. the weight of the afternoon's activities had finally caught up with them, and the car felt cozy and familiar.

“do you have it too?” y/n asked, her voice soft as she turned to glance at matt. there was a slight catch in her breath, a tender look in her eyes as she searched his face for an answer.

“baby fever?” matt said with a knowing smile, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “yeah, i’ve got it. bad.”

y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping as she stared out the window. her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt, a little frown tugging at her lips. “we’re too young though. i know we are... but she’s just so cute.”

matt chuckled softly, his gaze warm as he met her eyes. “i know, baby. i want one too. believe me. but we should give it a few more years. we’re not exactly in the right place yet.”

“but matttt,” she whined, her voice taking on a playful tone. “she’s so tiny and perfect. i just wanna take her home and keep her forever.”

matt smiled at her, his thumb gently brushing over her hand as he reached out to take it. “i know, babe. i get it. i really do. but we’ve got time. a lot of time. no need to rush into it. we’ll get there, i promise. just a few more years, okay?”

y/n let out another sigh, this one a little heavier, but she nodded, knowing deep down that he was right. “just a few more years, huh?” she repeated quietly, as though trying to convince herself.

“yeah, just a few,” matt confirmed softly, his voice soothing as he leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. his lips lingered there for a moment, his eyes closing in contentment. “we’ll be great when the time comes, i know it.”

y/n rested her head against the seat, closing her eyes for a moment. the idea of waiting was hard, but she trusted matt. they had their whole future ahead of them. “okay,” she whispered, finally relaxing into the comfort of the moment. “just a few more years.”

wc: 2.2k

author's note: hai please tell me this isn't cringe ty

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[cybergoth1]

beyond the cowl | chapter 01 | batfamily x isekaide!reader

masterlist | prologue | chapter 02.

synopsis: ❛❛you're just a normal twenty-one-year old girl trying to navigate life with a shitty job and a useless degree. life isn't easy, and between expensive therapy sessions and the constant feeling of failure, you suddenly wake up in a body that wasn't yours, with a past that wasn't yours. now, in another dimension, you're dealing with the fact that you're a crucial part of the caped crusade that shaped bruce wayne's life. you're the second robin, the former girl wonder, and the vigilant gotham needed so much.❞

warnings/tags: swearing. avoiding body descriptions like the plague. the bat boys being themselves. there's a tiny reference to 'nightwing: year one'.

When you woke up for the second time, the room was already shrouded in complete darkness, with only faint slivers of light slipping through the loosely drawn curtains. Your head felt heavy, and your ears rang as you slowly opened your eyes, wearily gazing at the white ceiling. The soft silk fabric against your skin felt like a warm embrace as you took a deep breath, trying to use your rational side to keep yourself from panicking again.

The tips of your fingers glided over the sheets, seeking the softness of it as you tried to organize your scattered thoughts. You were in Gotham — the shittiest place in the entire world, at least in DC’s fictional universe.

Fucking Gotham. Batman's Gotham. Joker's Gotham.

Out of nowhere, you found yourself missing the sagging, cheap mattress that made your back ache every night. You looked into the darkness around you and longed for your tiny, shared bedroom at your mom’s place.

Summoning strength from an unknown place, you decided to get out of bed and blindly search for the light switch in the room, as you had no idea where your phone was. Your left hand found the switch, and as you pressed it, the light momentarily blinded you until your eyes adjusted to the brightness.

The bedroom was huge, like, the size of your mom's whole apartment. But what truy left you speechless were the stunning detalis: your favorite color was painted on the walls, the bookshelves near the bed were crafted from fine wood, the exquisite furniture was strategically placed near the big windows, and the king-sized bed sat perfectly in the center of the room. The sheets were a soft pastel pink, and you were certain the curtains were made of linen.

A small section of the wall filled with Polaroids caught your attention more than anything else in the room, drawing you closer to the photos that decorated the space in a way that would have thrilled your sixteen-year-old self. It was you— your face, your hair, your smile, your body captured in those photos. Your face, repeated countless times, revelead a reality you coudn't believe was true.

Your eyes scanned through the photos, and you tried to count in your mind how many faces you could recognize with your limited knowledge of the universe that had swallowed you without asking for permission. One photo stood out— one of you next to Barbara Gordon and Stephanie Brown. The three of you were baking a massive cake for, apparently, Tim's birthday on the manor's kitchen while Alfred stood in the corner, tidying up the mess.

Perhaps, in this strange version of your life, you were a Batgirl, just like they once were at some point. But your hypothesis was immediately disproved when you saw a photo of yourself, probably around thirteen or fourteen years old, sloppily gripping a trapeze while a teenage Dick Grayson demonstrated the correct way to hold on from his position on the ground. At the bottom of the photo, you could see the cursive writing standing out: 'Girl Wonder working out for the first time'.

Ok, so you used to be Robin.

You were definitely no longer a kid or a teenager based on the last pictures— your days of wearing green shorts and pixie boots were probably long behind you. But if you weren't Robin anymore, then what were you? And if you were Robin at one point in this weird timeline, did that mean you were an orphan, adopted by Bruce Wayne?

Was he your father, or something close to it? Were you his ward? Wait, holy shit, how old are you here? You touched your face, feeling despair slowly creeping in and spreading through your body like poison. It wasn't long before your shaky feet carried you to the bathroom, the door partially concealed between the bookshelves.

You were finally facing the mirror, yet your eyes remained fixed on your hands.

Then courage took hold of you, and you finally looked at yourself in the mirror on impulse. Oh, wow. The girl who stared back at you looked more like a grown woman than anything else—her face slightly more mature than yours and strikingly beautiful, almost breathtaking. There were no pimples or acne marks, not a single blemish marred her flawless skin and perfect hair. Perfect teeth, cute dimples and pretty lips. It was almost uncanny how beautiful you appeared, still carrying most of your familiar traits.

The girl in the mirror smirked at you, her expression a mix of snobbishness and boredom. She seemed to despise you in some way.

"You look like a trust fund baby," you said, her lips moving and her brow furrowing as you talked.

That was you.

She was you.

You looked down at the countertop, avoiding her magnetic gaze. Your vision was immediately assaulted by the sheer number of expensive skincare products—each one seeming like it could cost you a kidney.

"So you're— we're disgustingly rich now, hm? La Mer, Dior, La Prairie..."

You both locked eyes again.

"Who are you?" you felt like you both were wondering the same thing.

This time, you weren’t gentle in your search for answers. You opened drawers, the closet, and designer bags, rifling through everything until you felt satisfied. The noise of things crashing to the floor was so loud that you could hear curious murmurs and footsteps on the other side of the door.

A huge smile spread across your face as you realized what you'd found. Thank God she was the nostalgic type— at the bottom of her big closet, behind some Hermes bags, you found a box full of old newspapers. Some headlines excitedly reported the debut of the first Girl Wonder many years ago. Hum, she— you looked surprisingly confident in those ridiculous green shorts and cape. But is the next newspaper in the huge pile that finally put an end to your curiosity and anguish.

You're new name is Blackwing. Fucking stupid. You frowned as you read more about your alter ego. Blackwing apparently operated in Gotham and, sometimes, out of New Jersey — there were some New York and Delaware newspapers in the pile, reporting your involvement in the drop in local crime. Your curious eyes studied the imposing figure on the first page.

Blackwing's red cowl covered her entire head, leaving only her eyes, nose, and mouth exposed— something that remind you of Batman's own suit. Speaking of suits, hers was red with black accents, leaving you to wonder if it was leotard beneath all the layers. The overall design gave her a very menacing look, you bet it wasn't a big hit with the kids.

Inside the old box, you also found a phone, saddly not yours, and quickly unlocked using facial ID. You wasted no time and searched Blackwing across several platforms.

In just six minutes goggling, you found a lot of things.

They called you the “woman without fear” because you were insanely brutal during your patrols, — at least that’s what the Gotham Times and Gotham Gazette liked to put in their headlines — madly sending petty thieves and thugs to the nearest ICU with your aggressive blows and merceless punches. Damn, you were like a demon seeking blood, an unmedicated demon it seemed, running from rooftop to rooftop, terrorizing the city’s criminals and sometimes the poor civilians.

You cringed, shrinking into your clothes while reading a Reddit post about the last time you damaged a whole-ass bulding fighting with Clayface on Gotham’s main street. How does insurance work in a world full of crazy people — some of them with superpowers — damaging property on a daily basis? Who’s paying for this shitshow?

Wait, how are you even taking punches like that, being thrown against walls and floors without dying on the spot? You thought with widew eyes while watching yourself being tossed around the street like a ragdoll by Bane in Twitter — a total dead weight in his massive hands.

You heard a soft knock at the door, followed by Alfred's voice.

"Miss, I trust your room is now renovated to your satisfaction," he said almost smiling, subtly alluding to all the noise you had been making. "But dinner is served".

"Oh—" you said surprised, putting the newspaper and the old phone back on the box. "Yeah, yeah, sure".

Shit.

Dinner. Probably with Bruce and Damian. Maybe Tim and Dick if you were totally unlucky tonight. You swallowed hard, realizing you were about to share a table with the world’s greastest detectives—without knowing almost anything about the life you technically shared with them. You're fucked.

"I'm fucked, I'm totally fucked" you muttered as you walked down the grand staircase, trying not to let the manor’s luxury overwhelm you and distract you from staying alert.

Near the dining room, you heard a voice calling you by your last name.

Thank God—at least that was the same as in your old life. You slowly turned your body, and Damian Wayne’s green eyes met yours, showing something closer to boredom. Great.

"Father said I shouldn't have been so rough with you during training earlier".

Training?

"And, naturally, I told him It was entirely fault of your chronic stupidity and lack of motor coordination," he added, his tone drippring with condescension.

You couldn’t let that slide. You looked down at him—you were at least five inches taller.

"You've got too much attitude for someone your size. What are you? Four?"

Damian looked like an angry cat, ready to tear your face off. He called you an 'unworthy opponent,' as if he were a knight in a Game of Thrones episode, then stormed off to sit at the table with an ugly scowl.

That weird ass kid needed an iPad.

"Don’t provoke her, Dami. You know how mean she gets without her eight hours of sleep."

Dick Grayson showed up, blessing you with his perfect white teeth and baby blue eyes. You watched him ruffle Damian's hair while the boy protested loudly.

"What are you even doing here, Grayson?" he said, slapping his hand away. You couldn’t help but notice his large biceps and broad shoulders, so you decided your nails were suddenly very interesting.

"Babs tracked down a Blüdhaven gang warehouse. They're hiding illegal weapons in Gotham."

You felt his gaze on you, followed by a hand resting on your left shoulder. He looked at you with warm eyes.

"Nice to see you back on your feet, little wing," he said, friendly patting your shoulder as you melted on the spot. Little wing?

'Hush, little wing. We're the stealthy ones, remember?'

Before your eyes, you could almost see and feel the fabricated memory surfacing—the memory of a body and a life that weren’t truly yours. It was the first time you teamed up, three weeks after you took on the Robin mantle. Dick listened to your constant chatter while you two tried to rescue some hostages. He didn't make you feel like a dumb kid in a costume — more like his cool sidekick.

Analyzing the timeline, you’re definitely the second Robin. Bruce probably took you in a few months after Dick moved out — both from Wayne Manor and from his role as Robin — leading to the older man's empty nest crisis.

But what could someone like you have done to impress someone like the Dark Knight?

You made a mental note to search more later and then gave Dick a smile.

"Glad to be back".

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[ghostofwriting]

no one could feel your hurt

R.C x Reader

Warnings: car accident, blood, trauma, mentions of drugs and death. ANGSTY.

Note: This came to me in a dream. Not edited. Good luck.

Word Count: 6,831

Synopsis: Rafe's dad admits him to a hospital, hoping to get through to his son. Rafe discovers that he has a lot more trauma than he initially thought.

I suck at descriptions

Rafe’s been having nightmares for a lot of his life. It started when his mom died. 

They ranged from the accident replaying in his head as he tried to save her and failing over and over to different scenarios where he watched her die every time. 

The former was always first person, it was him trying to save her, trying to get her out of the car, drag her out, douse the flames. The latter was third person, like he was behind glass as he watched helplessly as he in another body tried to save her. 

They come and go, lately they’ve been more incessant. 

He’s in the passenger seat of his dad’s car. He had some sort of episode two nights ago, he did something he can’t quite remember and Ward decided that he needed to go away for a while. A hospital or rehab centre. Somewhere where he could get 24 hour intensive help. 

Rafe doesn’t understand why he can’t just go to a regular therapist, his dad gave him some bullshit excuse about this place being an all in one. He won’t have access to drugs and he’ll have all kinds of therapists. It works better than if he were to go to therapy every two weeks and go home to a stash of pills and cocaine. 

The one thing he really hates is that he’ll be away from his girl for eight weeks. His dad thinks that she’s bad for him because he always wants to be with her. He says it’s like he’s addicted to her, like she’s one of the drugs. He doesn’t see it as a bad thing. She’s perfect, she helps him, she listens to him. She’s the only person that understands him. She disagrees with the drugs and he’s tired of disappointing her. He had been clean for a while but he happened to relapse for some reason. The nightmares probably. 

He’s going to miss her. He hasn’t gone without seeing her for more than a few days since they started dating. 

Rafe looks at the horizon, the music coming from the radio drowned out by the wind coming through his open window. The air feels sharp on his face. It’s crisp like tiny little needles hitting his cheeks.. The leaves are starting to turn orange and yellow, falling to the grass. 

The sun shining tricks his brain. His whole life he’s slipped into a funk every time the weather changes to the colder months. This time is no different but he doesn’t feel as awful. 

He wishes he were back home, taking the boat out, his girl on his lap as he drives the boat, laughing as he tries to steer with her in the way. She’s the only good thing in his life. She’s the only thing that makes him happy. The only person he gets out of bed for. His dad might be right. But is that so bad? He lives a normal life. She just helps him get through it. 

Ward said that if he does well, he’ll get visitation rights. He doesn’t think his dad is thinking about letting him have his girl visit and mostly talking about himself or his sisters coming out here, but he really hopes the doctors will allow him to have her over. Even if it’s for five minutes. 

He just needs to get through this and he’ll get to see her again. He needs to prove to his dad that he can be without her for a little bit. And the drugs forever. 

When they drive up to the building, he gets a weird feeling in his gut. It’s a huge white brick building with rows of windows. It looks old but well kept. The yard is big, it’s landscaped really nicely, there’s rose bushes, and a fountain. It looks like patients are walking around with nurses and maybe even visitors, he sees some people with badges hanging off lanyards around their necks but he’s too far to read. 

The feeling in his stomach intensifies when he sees someone sitting by a tree and it looks to him like the man is talking to himself. 

Where the fuck is he?

“Dad, are you sure this is the right place?” His dad stops the car just short of the stairs that lead to huge wooden doors. 

“Yes, Rafe, this is where you’ll be staying for a little while. It has great reviews.” He nods at his dad and unbuckles his seatbelt. His dad gets out of the car and runs over to the passenger side, opening the door for Rafe. 

“Ready?” He shakes his head 

“It’ll be okay son. You’ll be okay.” Rafe takes a deep breath and swings one leg after the other out of the car. As soon as both his feet touch the gravel, the doors to the building open and two nurses step out. Waving them up. 

He’s slow to make his way up the stairs, waiting for his dad to grab his bag. He feels his hands get clammy. He feels uneasy. He doesn’t want to be here. 

Once they both make it inside, one of the nurses takes his bag from his dad, rummaging through it. Rafe frowns but doesn’t protest. The other nurse smiles and asks for his phone. 

“Can’t I keep it?” He barely finds his voice. 

“I need to be able to talk to her.” The nurse looks to his dad, a look he doesn’t recognize passing through his face but he steals himself quickly. Rafe looks at his dad. 

“Dad?” Ward turns away from the nurse.

“It’s the rules, kiddo.” Rafe sighs and hands his phone over. His hand shakes slightly. He blinks slowly, his head hurts, he feels sore. Something in his back. 

A lady in a white doctor’s coat walks in, a smile on her face. 

“Hi Rafe, my name is Dr. Jean. I will be helping you throughout your stay here.” She says, offering him her hand. He wipes his palm on his sweats before accepting it. 

“Hi.” Is all he says. 

“I’ve talked to your dad and together we have come up with a plan that would best help you. You obviously have input in this if you feel like something doesn’t work, we can talk.” Rafe just nods again. 

“You and I will have one on one therapy every week, you will have group therapy with some other patients, and we will try different methods to treat your condition.” She finishes, the smile never leaving her face. 

“My condition?” He asks and turns to his dad again. 

“Your grief, son.” Ward says, giving him a tight lipped smile, like he’s holding something back. Like he has a secret. 

“Okay.” How much does he really have to participate? It’s not like they can keep him here forever. 

“I heard you had a birthday recently.” Dr. Jean says

“Yeah.” He doesn’t want to have small talk, he just wants to go wherever they’re going to keep him and get this day over with.

“How old are you?” Her smile scares him, he decides. 

“18.” He laughs at the irony. He’s an adult but because his dad registered him for this two weeks before his birthday, he gets a say when Rafe leaves. He doesn’t want to fight it either. He’s so tired.

“And how is 18 treating you?” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s trying too hard. 

“Well, my dad is bringing me to this weird ass place so it’s not off to a great start.”

“You’ll heal here.” She says before clicking a button that opens the doors into the main facility. 

Heal?

“You’ll be okay, son.” His dad hugs him tight, and he hears the emotion in his voice. 

“Yeah.” Rafe hugs him back. He wants to go home. Wants to see her. 

“I’ll see you soon.” His dad lets him go and the nurses lead him in through the doors. 

He steps into the hallway as the doors close behind him. He looks at his dad through the small window as he turns away and walks out of the hospital. Rafe looks forward. Everything is sterile and white and borning. Most of the doors are closed, but as he walks by them he sees that they are offices, each one belonging to a doctor, their name on the door. At the end of the long hallway, there are what seems to be payphones. Three of them. He wonders why they’re there and if they even work. 

“This way.” the nurse says, guiding him to the left of the hallway and down some stairs. 

He really doesn’t want to be here. 

The first few nights are restless, and he just misses her and he wants to talk to her and see her and feel her and hold her, but he can’t. His dad has him locked up in the middle of nowhere because apparently it’s not normal to be codependent of your girlfriend. 

How can he not be? She’s the only person that gets him, the only one that understands him and loves him in spite and because of all his flaws. She looks at him and doesn’t see a broken man beyond fixing.  She sees the person that she loves. The man that he is and the man that he could be. She sees all his potential and she never leaves. 

Everybody leaves. Everyone but her. 

He doesn’t get to see Dr. Jean right away. He doesn’t mind, she’s creepy. He has to go to group therapy first and he’s not at all interested in participating. Every time it lands on him to speak, he passes. The therapist doesn’t force him to speak, just says “maybe next time” and moves on. 

The nurses tell him that Dr. Jean would be receiving an evaluation of how he behaves in group and in the general population, and that it would be a good idea to participate. “Participation is how you get visitation!” She had said cheerfully. 

The first few sessions he just listens to everyone else. Listening to how broken all these people are, they talk about why they’re here and how sad they are, and why they abuse substances. He still doesn't talk. He doesn’t want to talk to them, he just wants to talk to her. He’s not broken for being in love, no matter what his dad thinks. 

He has a nightmare one night. He hears a loud screeching and metal scratching and something else he can’t quite make out. He tries to listen for it, tries to pinpoint what it is but he can’t figure it out. There’s bright lights and it’s fast and there’s banging but he can’t see anything. It’s like his brain has blocked it all out. 

When he wakes up in the morning, he doesn’t quite remember it. That’s usually how it goes. In the nightmares with his mom, he remembers trying to save her but never from what, he feels that it’s different every time but he couldn't tell anyone how. He can’t describe it. 

His session with Dr. Jean sneaks up on him. She asks him how it’s going and he shrugs, not really having anything to say. 

She asks him if he’s enjoyed group, and he nods. 

“You should participate next time.” He looks at his hands, the pain in his back starting back up. 

“I don’t feel like it.” He says and he feels like a defiant five year old. He just wants to go home and it hasn’t even been a week. 

“I can’t give you visitation if you don’t share.” She looks at him expectantly, “how about you start here. With me.” He sighs and unclasps his hands. 

He tells her about his nightmare, about how they happen often and how he can never remember them. He tells her the bits and pieces of what he does remember but it’s not coherent. 

“Why do you think you’re here, Rafe?” He looks at her like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

“My dad wants me to be here.” 

“Why does your dad want you to be here?”

“Because he doesn’t want me doing drugs and being dependent on my girlfriend. He wants me to be normal.” She hums and writes something down in the notebook she’s holding. 

“You talk a lot about your girlfriend. Tell me about her.”

“Yeah,” he smiles softly when he thinks about her. “She’s everything. She’s perfect. She’s the love of my life. She sees me, she accepts me for who I am and loves me for it. I’ve never known love like that. Unconditional love. Not until her.” Doctor Jean scribbles something else down in her notebook. 

“That’s a wonderful feeling. I understand why you would have such a hard time being away from it.” He nods. 

“Do you remember what happened? The accident?” He furrows his brows at the change in subject. 

“Yeah, my mom, yeah I remember the car accident.” More scribbling in her notebook, her eyes snap back and forth from his face to the page.

“How do you cope with that?”

“I mean, I was young so it was hard. I shut down and shut everyone out. I was a very sad kid but then my girl helped me through it.” When Doctor Jean doesn’t say anything he continues.

“She gave me a safe space to talk about it, she listened to me and held me as I finally let myself feel everything. She never lets me bottle anything up. She says it’s bad for me so I talk to her about it. I talk to her about everything. She’s the only person I do that with because she doesn’t judge me for my feelings.”

“That’s wonderful.” Doctor Jean says. 

He spends the rest of the session talking about her. 

He decides he’ll participate in group so he can see her next visitation day. 

The days go by slowly, just as you think they would when he doesn't have anything to do but go to therapy and stare out a window. He doesn’t talk to any of the other patients. He has enough trauma he doesn’t need theirs too. 

He forces himself to talk about his mom in group and it doesn’t feel good at all so he stops for the next few sessions which bites him in the ass. 

He’s sitting across from Doctor Jean, her notebook in her lap as she gives him her fake smile. 

“Have you talked to her?” 

“What?” He asks, confused. 

“Your girlfriend.”

“I can’t talk to her, I don’t have a phone, you took my phone.” He says frowning, “I wish I could talk to her. Do you think you could let her come visit me next week?” He bites the inside of his cheek. Doctor Jean sighs 

“I would like you to participate in group more and then we’ll talk about that. I don’t think you’re ready.”

“I don’t think that;s fair.” He replies 

“Participate in group, eat your food, don’t fight the nurses on your meds and we’ll see if you can handle the next steps.”

“I talked about my mom though.” 

“That’s not what I’m looking for.” He leaves her office feeling shittier than when he arrived. 

After therapy with Doctor Jean, he goes down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. He hates the food here. Today it’s some sloppy wet looking mashed potatoes and bone dry unseasoned meat. For such a fancy place and for how much money his dad is probably paying to have him here, there should be good food.

Did Jean ever think that maybe he’s not eating because the food sucks and not because he’s depressed? Maybe he would do better if they let him talk to his girl. For five minutes. Just five minutes, that’s all he needs. 

He should do what doctor Jean says and just participate more. He should eat his meals and suck it up and then they’ll let her come visit. He needs to see her. He misses her, her hair, her laugh, her soft skin, her eyes, the way she smiles at him, the way she looks at him like he is her whole world. He misses her. 

He starts participating in group a little too eagerly. He talks about his life, and what he’s been going through since his mom died. He talks about how his girl makes him feel, how he feels the need to hold on to her as tight as possible because she’s the only person that understands him. 

He talks and talks and talks so much that he knows this is the week he sees her. 

When he goes into the session with doctor Jean and she says that he can’t see her because of some bullsit reason, he snaps. 

He storms out of his session and back to his room. The next day he doesn’t leave his room. They can’t make him leave either, they come in and try to talk to him but he doesn’t move from his bed. He just wants to talk to her. Can’t they see that he misses her? That he needs her?

He doesn’t have a way to communicate with her so maybe if he goes on a hunger strike and doesn’t participate in group or go to therapy, they’ll let her visit. 

Five minutes. That’s all he needs. 

He needs to talk to her, to hear her voice. To hold her. 

Another nurse comes in to offer him food and he tells her that he won’t eat until he gets to at least talk to his girlfriend. He doesn’t even feel hungry anymore, he just feels sad. 

It’s been three weeks without her. The last time he saw her was the day his dad drove him up to the hospital. He told her it was better if she didn’t come with because it would make it that much harder on him. He kissed her goodbye and left her sitting on the edge of his bed in his room. 

He doesn’t know if this will work. Doctor Jean could decide that since he’s pulling this stunt, he won’t get to see his girl for the remainder of the time that he’s here. If that’s the case he’ll just do the bare minimum for the next five weeks and when he gets picked up, he’ll ask his dad to bring her with him. His dad will allow it because at least he’ll be clean from the drugs. He'll be happy that the drugs are flushed from his system. Not her though, never her. 

He wakes up from another nightmare, he’s sweating, his hands are shaking, and tears are streaming down his face. They’re getting more intense. He needs her. 

He looks at the clock on the wall, it’s two in the morning. He rubs his eyes and slides off his bed. He knows everyone is in their rooms now and that there aren’t many nurses at night. He slowly opens the door of his room and peaks out into the dimly lit hallway. 

He’s thinking about those phones he saw when he first arrived. He quickly and quietly makes his way through the hallway and up the few steps to the entrance. He looks to his right and sees the doors that lead to where he had last seen his dad. He ducks so that the person at the front desk doesn’t see him. All the office doors are closed so he moves to his left towards the end of the hall where the phones are. 

Once he reaches the phones, he chooses the one that is least illuminated by the hall light and crouches down, pulling the phone down with him. His ears ring and his hands are still shaking. He puts the receiver to his ear and dials her number. 

He hears a click on the other end and a breath. 

“Hello?” he says 

“Rafe?” She’s confused but her sweet voice fills the speaker and he closes his eyes to savor the moment. 

“Hi baby.” he hums. He has tears in his eyes again because he misses her so much and he just wants to see her but he can’t because his dad hates him.

“Hi sweetie.” She says, she sounds sleepy.

“I woke you up. I’m sorry. I just needed to talk to you. I needed to hear your voice.” 

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She giggles. 

She asks him how he is and he tells her the truth. That he misses her and that he wishes he could see her and be with her. He asks her where she is and what she’s doing and she tells him that she misses him too and that she loves him and is sorry. 

“Why are you sorry, baby?” He asks her, confusion lacing his tone. 

“I’m sorry.” She says again 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon, we’ll be together again soon.” 

“You’ll have to wait.” She says and his confusion just increases. He doesn’t know what she means by that. He’s about to ask when he sees a nurse headed his way.

“Shit, baby I gotta go. I love you. I love you so much.” She tells him she loves him too and he  hurriedly stands up  putting the phone back on its stand. 

“What are you doing? Why are you by the phones?” The nurse grabs his arm and starts pulling him towards where he had come from. 

“I just needed to talk to her okay?” He tells her and the grip on his arm loosens. A wave of something crosses her face but she shakes it off and keeps dragging him, 

“Let’s get you back to your room.” 

“Can I see her?” He asks desperately “please please can you bring her? Can I see her? I just need to see her. Just for five minutes. Just let me see her for five minutes.” He’s begging and he feels like he might start crying again. 

The nurse looks at him sympathetically and doesn’t say anything. She just silently guides him to his room where he cries himself to sleep. He’s shaking and he’s so cold. He wonders if this is what detoxing feels like. 

The next day he’s so emotionally exhausted he doesn’t want to get up but after the phone call he really wants to see his girl so he decides he’s going to put in an effort. 

This fourth week he’s going to do so well that doctor Jean will allow him to see his girl. 

He goes to breakfast and finishes everything off his plate, he takes his medication, and he makes his way to group. He talks in group and even answers questions from the lead therapist and some of the patients. The rest of the week is the same, he eats his food, he takes his meds, he participates in group. By the time his session with doctor Jean comes by he knows she won’t be able to stay no. 

He sits across from her, her legs crossed, her notebook balanced on one knee, she’s happy with his progress this week, she tells him as much. 

“I think you’re doing great, Rafe. Thank you for coming and thank you for sharing.”

“Do you think I’ll be able to see her next week?”

“Rafe-” he cuts her off

“Please, I've been to everything, I’ve been feeling better. I would really like to see her.”

“We should really talk about some things-” She’s cut off again but not by him, by her alarm that rings to signify that the session is over. 

“Please think about it, doctor Jean.” He says standing up. 

He leaves her office and goes about his day. He can’t wait to be out of this place. It’s not great. 

He’s started noticing how, for lack of better word, weird, some of these people are. As he walks past the cafeteria he sees a guy that seems to not be doing so well. He remembers seeing him by the tree when he first arrived. 

A lot of the people here seem to not be doing too well. 

In group the next day, he listens as a new guy talks about something in his head and how there’s something wrong with him, how he’s delirious or delusional or something to do with his imagination. He doesn’t know nor does he care. He’s just so tired of being here. 

He has another nightmare. The screeching metal, the fire, it’s hot, he can feel it this time. It’s getting closer, he can see more. He can smell it too, something is on fire. It’s starting to bother him a lot more. Before he could only see the blinding light but now if he turns to one end he just sees darkness, the other side has the fire and the blinding light and something else. He can’t make it out and he can’t make out the other sound. He wishes he could see everything. It’s driving him mad. He just wants to sleep. 

He’s in his room reading a book when a nurse he’s never seen before tells him to come with him. Rafe nods and follows the nurse. He looks at the walls, how they go from white to yellow to a salmon. He realizes he’s never been in this part of the hospital. 

He pushes open the doors in front of him and there’s a room full of tables, almost like you would imagine a prison visitation room to look like. 

And she’s there. And he feels like he can breathe. He looks back to see if the nurse will say anything but he’s not standing there. 

She’s here and she’s beautiful and she’s dressed all in white. She matches the freaking hospital. 

“Why are you wearing white?” He asks, sitting across from her, a huge smile on his face. 

“Why not?” She laughs, he feels her fingers ghosting over his. 

“We match.” he laughs with her. 

“We do.” 

“I miss you.” He tells her. 

“I know you do.” and he’s so distracted by how close she is and her pretty eyes and her flowy hair. She’s angelic. He misses her so much. 

“I love you.” and a smile breaks out onto her face again. 

“I know you do.” Their faces are so close now that he feels her lips move against his cheek as she speaks. It’s a stupid thing they do.

When they first started dating he was too shy to say how he felt about her. I know you do, became their way of expressing it and it soon morphed into other phrases they used. 

“I’ll come be with you soon.” he smells her hair, something different, did she change her perfume? 

“I know you will.” Their fingers are barely touching still. 

There’s another guy sitting in the room and he clears his throat and he jumps away from her. He doesn’t know the rules, doesn’t know if he can touch her or not. Maybe it is like a prison. 

“So how have you been?” He asks.

“I’ve been better.” It’s awkward. They’re being watched and he hates it. 

“You?” He wants to run the pads of his fingers over her face and softly trace every part of it. 

 “I miss home.” She nods

“Of course.”

 “I miss you. You’re home.” She smiles a soft but sad smile at that. 

“Yeah.” He wants to ask about her perfume. He doesn’t touch her hair because the guy is still looking at them. 

“What’s wrong with your hair?”

“What?” She pulls a strand towards her. 

“Your hair was wrong with it?”

“ I don’t know. Nothing.” She laughs

“Weird.” She’s so pretty.

“You’re weird.” He’s so stupid when it comes to her. Never knows what to say. He doesn’t know how he got her.

“I know I am.” Her eyes shift to the gut across the room from them and then back to him.

“Did you eat today?”

“ I did.” He nods. 

“good job, baby.” His heart flutters at her praise. 

“You’ve been doing well. You’re participating in group.” She sniffs her hair and he smirks.

“I’m trying.” He looks at her hands, their fingertips a hair from touching, “how do you know about that?”

“I have my ways.” 

“You talk to my doctor?”

“I guess.” She shrugs 

“Well, yeah, I’m participating in group and I go to therapy”

“Have you talked about me yet?”

“A little bit,” he confesses. 

“What about?”

“How obsessed I am with you and how much I love you and how you’re the only person who sees me and that I miss you so much that I find it hard to be without you.”

“Not for much longer, right?” She bites her lip anxiously and he wants to kiss her so bad.

“Not for much longer.” He agrees.

He feels the guy burning holes into him and he turns to look at him at the same time as she does. 

“Why is he looking at you like that?” 

“I don’t think he’s looking at me like that.” She says, “I think he’s looking at you.”

“Do you think he thinks I’m weird?” He asks her taking his eyes off the man and putting them back on her.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

He laughs. He laughs because she is everything and she’s funny and she makes everything worth it. She makes everything better. He misses that. 

“So they only gave me like ten minutes.” He sighs, knowing that means she has to go.

“It felt like five.” He tells her “every moment with you is fleeting.”

“I’ll see you soon.” She says getting up off the chair, the nurse comes in the room and he turns to look at him and then back to his girl and she’s gone, the door swinging from where she left.

“Wha-let’s go.” The nurse says. He looks out of breath. Like he’s been running laps. 

The guy across the room is still looking at him and it fucking creeps him out. Whatever. He’s happier now. Only a few more weeks here and he can leave and be with her all the time. 

He has his session with doctor Jean the next day and he walks in with a new pep in his step. 

“Thank you for letting me see her.” Doctor Jean looks a little confused but then it clicks, she probably gets all her patients jumbled. 

“Oh yes.” she says with a nod. 

“She said that you talked to her about group.”

“Group. Yes, how did that go?”

“Good. It went well. She was acting a little strange but one of the other guys was watching us the whole time and I think this environment just creeps her out. I mean it creeps me out. It’s not the most comfortable. But it’s okay. I at least got to see her and I’ll be out in a few weeks.” Doctor Jean scribbles in her notebook and then puts it down, sighing. 

“Have you considered you might have to stay a bit longer?” That takes him by surprise. He's doing great. He’s doing everything they tell him to do.

“No, why would I stay longer? I’m only supposed to be here for eight weeks. I don’t want to stay longer. You can’t make me stay longer.” He’s panicking slightly. He doesn’t want to be without her any more than he has been.

“Ultimately, it’s up to you.” Doctor Jean starts, “You’re an adult, but I know you take your dad’s recommendation strongly and he is suggesting that you stay a little longer.” His dad?

“No, no I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna stay a little longer. I don’t wanna stay at all. If I could go home right now that would be great.” His breathing gets faster, he’s trying to calm himself down. 

Why does his dad want to keep him locked up?

“I wanna go home right now. I wanna go see my girl. I don’t wanna be here. You can’t make me stay here.”

“What if I told you that I don’t think you’ll be ready to leave in two weeks?” Rafe shakes his head. 

“I am though. I’m ready to leave. I don’t want to be here. Why do I need to be here?”

“Breathe, Rafe.” Doctor Jean says and gets up to walk over to him. Rafe gets up then too. Not wanting to be there anymore. 

“I wanna go to my room. I don’t wanna stay here.”

“Okay, that’s okay. I’ll see you next time.” She says as he all but runs out of her office. 

It doesn’t get better. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to talk to his dad and convince him that he doesn’t need to be here anymore. He wants his dad to see how well he’s doing. He’ll convince him. 

He lets the days pass by, he eats his food, he takes his meds, he goes to group. On Thursday he goes to therapy. He doesn’t get a visit. He’s not allowed another one not yet. He panicked a little too much, his codependence shined through and doctor Jean thinks it best if they hold off. They don’t talk about extending his stay. Instead there’s a knock on the door. Doctor Jean gets off her chair and walks to open the door. 

He’s surprised when his dad walks in. There’s not supposed to be a visit from anyone. He’s not earned it. 

“Dad? What are you doing here?” He can’t hide the surprise in his voice. 

“Hey, buddy.” His dad says sitting next to him. 

“Are you here to get me to stay longer because I don’t need that okay? I need to get back home to be with my girl and-and my friends. I don’t, I don’t wanna be here, please, dad.” He’s shaking again, his eyes sting. He wants to go home. His dad closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face.

“Rafe, you are not okay.”

“I’m fine. I’m taking my meds and I’m-I’m not as sad. I wanna go home. I’ll do better. I won’t- I’ll spend time with everybody okay? I’ll go outside and-please. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” He almost growls at that.

“Yes, I am. How do you know I’m not fine?” He all but screams the question at his dad.

“Everyone calm down.” Doctor Jean interrupts and she shares a look with his dad. Ward nods. 

“I wanna go home.” He repeats.

“Your dad thinks that it would just be better if you stayed a little longer.”

“No, why would I stay?” Doctor Jean looks at his dad again as if asking for some sort of permission. 

“Who were you talking to on the payphone?” Doctor Jean says abruptly. His brows furrow.

“My girlfriend, I just wanted to talk to her. I needed to hear her voice for like five minutes.” Doctor Jean nods and his dad just listens, a blank look on his face.

“And who came to visit you?”

“My girl” She knows this. There’s something heavy in his stomach, that same uneasy feeling he had the first day he got here.

“What are you saying right now? Why are you asking me this?”

Doctor Jean takes a deep breath before the next words leave her mouth. 

“The payphones don’t work.” The feeling in his stomach grows

“No, they do. I talked to her.” His palms start to sweat. The feeling spreads from his stomach to his chest. 

“You didn’t have change and even if you did, they don’t work. They are not connected. This building is old. They don’t work, you didn’t talk to anyone.” Rafe shakes his head, swallowing the lump that’s growing in his throat. 

Doctor Jean is making him feel crazy. He did talk to her. He picked up that phone and he dialed her number and she said hello. Did he say hello? He talked to her. 

“I talked to her and she came to visit me.” He’s adamant about this, the nurse took me to the visiting room.”

“Rafe, you took yourself  to the visiting room, there was no nurse.” He shakes his head, his hands feel numb. 

“Nurse Shaw was taking you to lunch and you disappeared on his watch. Mr. Roby saw you in the visiting room.”

“Yeah, he was staring at me, weird. Me and my girl, we didn't know why.

“you didn’t see her. She did not come for a visit.” She’s lying. She was right in front of him and he felt her. Did he? Did he touch her?

“But you met her and talked to her about group. I remember she mentioned that because she was happy I was going.” His voice is cracking, he can barely get through what he wants to say. He can barely think.

“I never met her. I couldn’t have met her.” Doctor Jean insists.

“but she was here.” Why are they doing this to him?

“She’s never been here and you’ve not talked to her.”

“What are you saying? Why not? I remember- I remember-I remember she was here. What are you saying?” He’s stumbling through his words, his chest is heaving. The feeling that started in his stomach, all over his body now.

His head is pounding. It feels like his eyes are gonna pop out. His ears are ringing. He doesn’t know what they’re saying. They’re making him feel crazy, making him feel insane. 

“Do you remember the car accident?” 

“Yeah, with my mom.” 

“No buddy.” His dad speaks up for the first time since doctor Jean started interrogating him. He looks at his dad.

“What?”

“The car accident last fall. With the semi truck and your jeep. Remember the bright light you talk about? The fire?” His nightmares.

“What are you talking about? What accident in the fall?” 

“You were driving and the truck blew a stop sign and crashed into her side-” He feels sick.

“Stop.” he can’t breathe he can’t breathe. 

He can hear the screeching of the metal, can smell the fire, can see the lights. Everything.

“No stop, no, no accident happened.” He says frantically and he gets up to go stand by the window, to look at the fields surrounding the hospital.

“This is a trauma response. You are blocking the accident out because you don’t want to remember the loss and the pain and the hurt in your heart. It’s your brain trying to protect itself from the trauma, from everything that you’ve been through.” He’s shaking his head at doctor Jean’s words.

“What are you talking about? Why are you bringing that up? I don’t wanna talk about that. It’s fine. I’m fine and everything’s fine.” He yells. 

“The payphones don’t work. You were alone in the visiting room. What do you think that means?”

“I don’t get it. I don’t understand.” He looks at his dad and Ward looks at him with such sadness. A sadness he hasn’t seen in him since his mom died. Like he’s lost Rafe too.

Rafe and the sounds of metal screeching against pavement. The car flipping and sliding. And something else. 

Rafe! Rafe! Rafe! Her screams. Screeching metal and the sound of her screams as the truck collided into them and sent them flying. Screeching metal crushing and her screams of pain and she’s crying and he’s trying to get to her and he can’t reach her because she’s crushed between two cars and he’s trapped upside down hanging from his seatbelt.

The truck's headlights blinding him, the ignition on fire, her hair, gasoline, burning. And they’re stuck. 

The sound of footsteps and his screams to help her first, to get her out. 

Please! Please!

He remembers the feeling as they cut him out and the pain of the heat from the fire. He remembers crawling to her, holding her hand. Crying. 

“Ambulance is 5 minutes out! 10 minutes tops.”

I love you

Just five more minutes, baby please. 

I love you

I know you do

I’ll miss you

Stop

I’ll miss you

I know you will

Rafe

Just hold on, just five minutes okay?

I don’t-

You’ll have to wait

Not for much longer though, right?

Not for much longer. Five minutes. Just five

I love you.

Just give me five minutes

Rafe go

No. I love you. 

The fire, the blood, her grip on his hand loosening.

We’ll be together again soon.

I need five more minutes with her. five more just five more

I would give anything for five more minutes. Please! Please!

Rafe 

Sweetie

“No!” He screams at both his dad and doctor Jean.

He blocked everything out. How was that possible? How did he block everything out? 

“She’s at home, my dad- right I talked to her. She’s okay right?” His shoulders start shaking as sobs of grief release like a tsunami through his body. His dad rushes to him as he collapses into him.

“I talked to her dad? Dad please.”

“She died, Rafe.” 

[finelinevogue]

my universe

summary - university can be tough and lonely sometimes, but luckily for you your boyfriend lives nearby

pairing - spencer reid x shy-university!reader

word count - 900

[this is just a little taster... should i continue this? if so feel free to send any ideas/prompts for this pairing you would like to see]

University wasn’t all it was cut out to be.

It was different to what you had been expecting.

You had expected constant house parties. You had expected 9-5 studying and 5-9 partying. You had expected to finally come out of your shell and live life like every extroverted person did. 

But that wasn’t the case.

Instead, university was lonely, isolating and really tough. 

The work was okay but the social life was really hard. 

You remember the first conversation you heard between your roommates like it was yesterday.

“Should we invite them?” 

“We don’t even know their name, so what’s the point?” 

“Yeah you’re right. Going out doesn’t seem like their vibe anyways.”

“So are we going or what?”

You hadn’t even put faces to names before your flatmates had ruled you out as one of them. You had managed to become friendless without even trying. Sometimes a flatmate would come to you if they had a problem with the wifi or they wanted to know whether they could use your milk in the fridge, but other than that you were left alone.

Like tonight.

You were trying your best to study for an upcoming test in a few weeks, seeing as you had nothing else to do, but your flatmates were pre-drinking and it was so loud.

The music was thumping away in the kitchen and they must have invited more people over as there were lots of voices. Too many voices for comfort. 

Your room was small but it was yours.

It was cosy with fairy lights strung up on your walls and crossing the ceilings. There was a huge pinboard of memorabilia that you had brought from home. Some were photos of you and your mum. Some were photos you had taken of your few friends back home. Most were of your boyfriend, Spencer.

In fact a lot of the other tat on your board was shared property between you and Spencer. There were cinema tickets from dates and tiny handmade cards from him to you. 

It was your safety wall, because every time you looked at it you reminded yourself that you weren’t completely alone. 

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Your phone rang 15 minutes later.

“Hey, you.” You smiled, putting your pen down in a hurry to speak to your boyfriend.

“Hey you, back.”

It was always so good to hear his voice. No matter how far or near he was, his voice was the one comfort in the world that you would crawl home to. 

“You okay? I thought your text said you were going out for drinks with the team?” 

“Plans fell through.” He didn’t sound too bothered.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” 

“Don’t know, really.” You shrugged even though he couldn’t see. “So where are you now?”

“Funny story…” 

“Okay?”

“I’m like five minutes away from you.” 

You sat up straight in your chair. 

Your attention turned from Spencer to the raving music from the kitchen. It was loud and thumping and it was a wonder that Spencer hadn’t commented on it yet. 

It had taken a while for you to come clean to Spencer about how rubbish your flatmates were, but luckily for you Spencer was the best boyfriend in the world and he only lived half an hour away. Whenever he could he would always come and spend time with you.

There was even that one occasion that he stayed in the library all night with you to practice for a test. No one was better than him.

“Is that okay?” Spencer asked, having noted your silence.

“You’ve saved my night.”

“Well they don’t call me a ‘hero’ for nothing.”

You laughed, “Nice try. I’m not feeding your ego any more than that.” You heard him laugh too.

“Shall I come up or do you want to go somewhere?” Spencer asked.

“Depends.”

“On…?”

“Whether Alicia is going to flirt with you again. I do not need my evil flatmate accidentally tricking you into falling in love with her. It’s probably her master plan.”

Alicia had taken it upon herself to try and smooth talk Spencer when he had first visited. Apparently she couldn’t believe that ‘someone like him’ was dating ‘someone like you.’ That had been a real kick in the teeth. Spencer had pretended to be oblivious and shut your bedroom door in her face though, so that had been a small victory.

Since then you had teased Spencer about the interaction. He had obviously talked about how teasing was your way of deflecting talking about your jealousy, but whatever.

“Alicia is going to be your villain origin story. I can feel it.”

“You’re damn right.”

“I know.”

“Right. You need to tone that ego down before I see you.” You joked, causing him to laugh back.

“Okay but seriously, do you want me to come up? I look like a serial killer waiting to pounce down here.”

You stood up from your chair and moved over to the window. It only opened a smidge, but it was enough to see Spencer standing four floors below. You gave him a big smile and a small wave, which he returned.

“You kind of do look like a serial killer. Why are you dressed all in black?” You asked whilst still looking at him from the window.

“Y/N!” He whisper-shouted your name. 

“Okay I’m coming.” You shut your window and picked up your flat keys, “Just don’t murder anyone whilst I come and get you.” 

“I swear to…”

Before he could finish you hung up on him.

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I’ve Been a Naughty Girl! - A Sukuna x Reader Fanfic

The mall Santa is hot as hell, and your friends dare you to sit on his lap and tell him you’ve been a very naughty girl! 

Smut. 18+. Sukuna as a mall Santa. Fem Reader. Very rough (but consensual) sex and oral sex. Cream pies. 

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Part of CandyCandy’s Kinkmas 2024!

The mall is crowded, full of busy shoppers buying last minutes gifts. It’s only three days until Christmas after all. To be honest, you enjoy the hustle and bustle, the excited energy that seems to fill the mall along with the holiday music blasting through the speakers. 

Every store has garland covered in clear lights draped across the aisles, wreaths hang on every door, and in the very center of the mall stands an enormous Christmas tree. 

Your friends came along with you to pick up some items, and the four of you are having a blast. Especially when you walk by the giant tree. At the base of it, there’s a roped off section where kids are lined up to meet “Santa Clause”. 

One by one they sit on his lap, tell him what they want for Christmas, and smile for the commemorative photo. You have fond memories of doing that as a kid, but you don’t remember Santa ever looking like this. 

You and your friends all stop and stare, your mouths slightly open and your eyes wide. Because this Santa is hot as hell. He’s huge, tall and muscular enough to make the big red chair he’s sitting in seem tiny. The fake beard does little to cover the black tattoos on his face, and pink hair is sticking out of the back of his hat.

The kid on his lap is screaming, throwing a loud tantrum while the mother seemingly pays it no mind. The little boy is yelling about some kind of toy he wants that the store is sold out of, demanding that Santa make one for him and bring it Christmas morning. 

You watch as the buff Santa leans down and whispers something into the kid’s ear. The boy instantly falls silent, looking up at Santa with a terrified expression. The boy doesn’t move a muscle or make a sound until the photo is taken and his confused mother pulls him off Santa’s lap. 

“Wow,” one of your friends says beside you, “I wouldn’t mind being on his naughty list.”

You laugh and say, “Same. He can deck my halls any time!”

All of you giggle, then your friends start to walk away. You stay rooted to the spot, still watching the man. There’s an animalistic attraction drawing you to him, something primal and powerful. You just can’t look away from him. 

Your friends look from you to the Santa, probably noticing the look of lust in your eyes. 

“Just go talk to him,” one of them says. 

“And say what?” you ask. “I can’t just walk up to the mall Santa and tell him I wanna fuck him!”

Your friend grins. “Actually, you can. Get in line and go sit on his lap.”

“Oh come on, that’s for kids! They’d probably kick me out of the mall for that,” you say. 

Your other friends have stepped back over, wearing excited expressions. 

“Do it!” one of them cheers. 

“I dare you!” the other says. 

You look back toward the Santa, and his eyes suddenly shift up, meeting yours. A smile spreads over his face, but it’s not the jolly Santa smile you expected. This is a devious, predatory smile. All teeth. 

God, you’re already getting wet. 

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you announce. “But if I get in trouble you guys better be ready to bail me out!”

Your friends laugh and playfully push you toward the line. When you get there, the kids and parents give you looks ranging from confused to offended. It’s embarrassing to be standing there, but it’s the only idea you have for talking to this very sexy Santa. 

The wait is torture. With every child that takes their turn, you get closer, and you grow more nervous. What if he thinks you’re being ridiculous? What if you just imagined the attraction in his gaze when he smiled at you? 

Oh well, it’s too late to back out now. The child in front of you in line is smiling for the photo, and you’re next. 

When it’s your turn, the “elf” ushers you forward, seeming completely disinterested in an adult wanting to meet Santa. Maybe others have done this today. You wouldn’t be surprised. 

You gather your courage and walk over to Santa. You’ve been mentally rehearsing what you’re going to say, how you’re going to get him all riled up. You’re hoping to leave with his number. 

He pats his lap when you’re standing right in front of him, and you giggle nervously as you sit on one of his muscular thighs. As soon as you do, he reaches down and pulls both your legs up, so that you’re fully sitting across his lap. His hand is resting on your thighs, just above your knees. 

You’re so glad you wore a short skirt today. 

The “elf” suddenly looks concerned, their eyes darting about to see if anyone else is noticing this inappropriate scene. They’re probably wondering if they should say something. In that case, you should probably act fast. 

“Santa, I’ve been a very naughty girl this year,” you tell him in your sweetest voice. 

His grip on your thigh tightens slightly. “I happen to like naughty girls,” he replies, his voice deep and smooth. “So what do you want for Christmas?”

You giggle again, shifting just a little, enough for him to feel your ass moving in his lap. Then you lean in close to his ear and say, “I want a big, tall guy with tattoos to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

You expected his eyes to widen in surprise, perhaps a shocked expression. But no, this Santa simply grins at you. “If that’s what you want, I can give you your present right now.”

Huh? Right now?!

He slides you off his lap and stands up, taking you by the hand and leading you away from the chair. The elf looks horrified. 

“Hey, your break’s not for another hour!”

Some of the kids begin whining, crying out, “Where are you going, Santa?”

A parent huffs an incredulous, “We’ve been waiting in line for thirty minutes!”

Santa has nearly pulled you to the edge of the roped off area before he stops and turns back to look at them all. He gives them a look. Just a single glance, and it’s enough to silence them all. Then he lifts the rope, pulls you under it with him, and heads to the south end of the mall. 

You let yourself be pulled. With every step, your heart beats faster. Where is he even taking you?

He makes a turn down a hallway, toward the restrooms. Is he going to fuck you in a stall? But no, he walks right past them and through a door clearly marked as “Employees Only”. 

Your excitement builds even more. Now you really do feel naughty, stepping into a section of the mall you’re not supposed to be in. As a kid you once snuck into an area like this in another mall, and even though nothing happened, you still felt like such a rebel. That same feeling is creeping back into your mind. Because this time, something will definitely happen. 

He leads you past several doors, probably break rooms and offices, before opening one and pulling you inside. It’s pitch dark until he flips on the light switch, revealing an empty office. There’s a couple of desks but no computers on them or even chairs to sit on. You suppose that’s why no one is using it. 

The lock on the door clicks, and your heart nearly stops. You turn to face him, but just as you do, he suddenly rushes forward, pushing you against the nearest wall in the cramped little room and covering your mouth with his. You don’t even remember when he pulled the fake beard off. 

Apparently he’s not interested in chatting or even exchanging names. “Santa” it is then. 

You raise your arms when he pauses to pull your sweater up and over your head, then unhook your bra yourself just to speed things up. You’re as hungry for him as he seems to be for you. 

He yanks down your skirt, leaving you in cute candy cane striped panties and your red ankle boots. Before stripping you any further, he practically tears off the black leather belt around his waist and jerks open his red Santa coat. 

Oh. Oh god. Those tattoos line his well sculpted torso, absolutely mesmerizing you. Your mouth goes dry, your pussy gets wetter, and you can’t resist putting your hands on his chest, tracing the black inky lines with your fingers. 

He allows you a few seconds to admire his body, then puts one firm hand on your bare shoulder. “Kneel,” he says in an authoritative tone that sends a shiver down your spine. 

You’re happy to comply, dropping to your knees in front of him as he unbuttons his pants. You watch with breathless excitement as he lowers his pants slightly and pulls out the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. In thickness and in length, no other cock can even compare. Fuck, he’s going to wreck you. 

Leaning forward, you place one hand on the meaty organ. Your fingers can’t even reach all the way around it, but you begin stroking it anyway before giving it a few kitten licks just to tease him. When you look up, you realize he’s not a man to be teased. 

Not the least bit amused, he says, “Open your mouth, naughty girl.”

You open as widely as you can, and he shoves into your mouth, instantly hitting the back of your throat. You gag, but keep yourself under control. He grips your hair with one hand and begins pumping in and out, your lips automatically tightening around him while your tongue fights to keep moving along his length. Your throat’s going to be raw tomorrow, but right now you don’t care.  

He keeps moving, keeps shoving himself down your throat while holding your head steady. You’ve never had your mouth fucked so aggressively before, but it’s got you so turned on, your hand slips down the front of your panties. 

You hear him laugh above you as his grip on your hair tightens. “You really are a naughty girl, huh?”

His cock is throbbing in your mouth, his pulse quickening as your throat constricts around his tip. You think he’s close, but it’s another five minutes before he pulls almost completely out and then shoots his entire hot sticky load onto your tongue. His cum floods your mouth, so much that you’re struggling to swallow it all fast enough to take a breath. 

When you finally get it all down, you pant for a few minutes. He helps you to your feet, which is likely the closest you’re going to get to gentlemanly behavior. 

Which is fine. There’s plenty of sweet guys you can call if you wanna be fucked like a delicate princess. Today, you want to be ruined. 

His hands are on your hips before you have time to be shocked that he’s hard again already. With one jerk, your panties are in shreds. Then he’s lifting you up by your waist and shoving you against the wall, his own body pinning you there, your feet dangling above the floor. 

He wastes no time with talking or asking if you’re ready. He knows you’re drenched and practically in tears, wanting him inside you as soon as possible. So he buries himself completely in your warm, tight pussy, going all the way in, pressing into your cervix. 

For a moment, you see stars. You open your mouth but no sound comes out. But then he begins thrusting, and you find your voice. 

“F-fuck…! S’too big!”

He grins down at you. “Oh? I thought a naughty girl like you could take me.”

Not wanting to be outdone, you wrap your legs around him and clench as tightly as you can, your hands moving up to hold onto his shoulders. “I can take you, Santa,” you say, though your voice is shaky. 

You’ve never felt so full in your life. It’s like he’s hollowing you out. But your arousal is dripping out around him and you can feel your pulse in your clit. His hard body rubs across it with every thrust, leaving you moaning and babbling. 

“So good… gonna cum… please let me cum, Santa!”

“Not yet,” he says, fucking into you even harder. You whine and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your teary face into his wide shoulder. Your whole body is trembling. 

He suddenly shoves in so deep, you think he’s in your rib cage. “I’ve got an extra special present for this naughty little pussy,” he says. “So take it!”

With that, thick ropes of cum shoot inside you, even more than he shot in your mouth. And as he’s filling you up, he says, “Now you can cum.”

You release all the tension in your body, stop fighting the raging orgasm that’s been beating on your door, begging to be let loose. You cum so hard you cry, clinging to his neck while you quiver in his arms and his cum continues spilling into you. 

Once it’s over, your spent legs slide from his body and he pulls out, letting your feet touch the floor again. Cum pours out of your pussy, dripping down your thighs while you pant and lean against the wall. 

After a few minutes, you stumble over to an empty desk and place one hand on it to keep yourself steady. 

“Uh oh, looks like you can still walk,” you hear Santa say. With wide eyes you look back at him. He’s grinning that same predatory grin. “Guess I haven’t granted your wish yet.”

You can only let out an exhausted groan as he bends you over the desk and lifts one of your shaky legs up, plunging his cock back into your sticky, cum filled cunt. 

Maybe you bit off a little more than you can chew with this Santa. But it’s a Christmas you’ll never forget. 

As his hand reaches down and around to rub your aching clit, you cry out in pleasure, your fingernails scratching the chipped paint on the desk. And you realize he’s just getting started. 

He laughs when you start babbling again, fucking you even harder as he says, “Looks like you’re getting what you want for Christmas, naughty girl!”

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lee heeseung - birthday boy (boyfriend texts + drabble)

a/n: a belated birthday fic for my baby!! THERES A DRABBLE AT THE END BTW!! hope you enjoy ;)

pairing: heeseung x f!reader

warnings: the texts r fluffy, w a lil bit of smut heh, lots of kissing!!, clothed humping lol, fingering, oral f!receiving, hee is a muncher, overstimulation, lil bit of dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex whoops

w.c: 2.2k

“Did you like it?”

Heeseung hums, nestling deeper into the crevice between your jaw and neck.

You had gotten home from the party, all numb limbs and sweaty bodies, Both tiredly shuffling into the cramped shower stall. By the time you’d gotten out and ready for bed, it was already 3:15am. You both flopped unceremoniously onto the bed, shuffling to get under the covers.

Exhaustion seeps into your bones, the night long and wearying. Not by the party itself, per say, but the happenings before it. Your phone had rung non-stop as people bombarded it with questions ranging from where they could park to whether the cake was gluten-free. By the time Heeseung had arrived, there was a small pounding at the back of your head.

You had booked a small venue to hold all of Heeseung’s friends. But, the owners wouldn’t let you come in early to decorate, so you’d rallied Jungwon and Sunoo to help with the mere hour they’d given you.

Glinting fairy lights and strings of balloons donned the walls, a huge banner hung up at the bar depicting a baby Heeseung with a drawn-on party hat - courtesy of Jaeyun. You had even gone out of your way to find baby pictures to play a slideshow on the two separate screens displayed at the venue. Scouring his parents’ baby books and various photos hung up around his family home.

By the time the party started, all the decorations were up and the food and drinks were sorted, everything fell right into place. Seeing Heeseung’s surprised face as he entered the venue was well worth the stress you endured.

He had come to you immediately, scooped you up in a hug and spun you around, giggling about how amazed he was and how happy he was that you’d done something like this for him. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that arose as he spew gratitude to his ‘beautiful girlfriend’ during his birthday speech.

Now that you were home and all danced-out, you couldn’t help but relive the night and all its glorious moments.

“You did amazing, baby. Worked that little butt off to make me the happiest man there.”

Heeseung’s lips stretch into a smile, tickling your neck, dropping a sweet kiss at the base of your throat. He peppers the skin there with tiny kisses, squirming on top of you as you giggle.

One particular kiss has your breath hitching. One accompanied with his tongue laving at the skin. Heeseung sucks at the skin softly, making his way up the column of your throat.

“Heeseung…” you whimper, hands grip at his shoulders as you tilt your head. He takes your invitation and pushes himself against you harder, the outline of his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

Hands wander down your body, slipping under your pyjama top and gripping your waist. You could feel the heat growing between your bodies. The way your heart beat faster and breathing got shallower. The feeling of dreaminess clouding your being as you felt like you were floating at the gentle caress of Heeseung’s hands.

“Should I thank you for your hard work?”

Pressing up against him, you let out a breathless moan, “Please.”

Lifting slightly, Heeseung makes quick work of your top, tossing it behind him before diving down to trail kisses down your chest. His hands squeeze at your breasts, forefingers flick at your already hard nipples. The sensation makes you buck your hips into him, seeking any sort of friction to calm the restlessness you feel itching at your skin.

You like when Heeseung takes his time. He gives every inch of you and your body attention, paying mind to how your body reacts - what things you like and those you don’t. Yet right now, he’s moving far too slow. You think he enjoys torturing you just a little bit. Likes watching you wriggle around for any sort of touch where you need it most.

Slot between your legs, Heeseung stares up you with hooded eyes as he leans down and swipes his tongue against your nipple. Your body arches, hand gripping the back of his head to push him further down into your chest. Heeseung takes his time, lips smear with his own spit as he obscenely sucks and drools all of your tits. His hands knead at the other, ensuring neither is unattended to for very long.

He was driving you mad.

“Fuck,” cursing, Heeseung grinds down into the bed, his cock hard and strains against his boxers. “You did so well for me today, love. Worked so hard to make me happy, didn’t you?”

At his words he trails a hand down to press roughly against your core. He feels the dampness settling between your thighs through your shorts, nipping tenderly at your nipple. Heeseung presses the heel of his palm where he knows your clit is and grinds it against you.

Your head tosses back into the pillows and you moan unabashedly as you press up into his palm. Your cunt now soaked merely by the feeling of Heeseung’s teeth scraping against your nipples and his hand pressing deeply between your thighs. Why you felt so on edge already was mystifying. You had a feeling the weariness from earlier aided to heighten your senses, making you particularly reactive to Heeseung’s advances.

To be honest, Heeseung could probably get off to watching you alone. He’s so hard between his legs, aching as he watches your body writhe in his hold as he presses against you harder.

“Good girl. Already so close and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

You groan, hiding your face in your pillow, embarrassed at how true his words were. Your hips stutter as you notice Heeseung watching in your peripheral. Three years and the way Heeseung watches you unravel yourself by his own doing will always make you shy. It’s like he’s completely absorbed into watching your every reaction, how you body moves and reacts to his touch.

The extra attention and the pressure between your legs spurs you on. Your hips grind harder against his palm, your cunt dampening your shorts as you chase your high. Heeseung’s mouth is back against your chest, playing with your nipples in a way that has you mewling. Heeseung’s palm presses a tad harder, the pressure going straight against your clit. With eyes still trained on you, Heeseung fondles your chest and watches as your body suddenly goes taunt, a low moan slipping out as you shudder through your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, ride it out for me,” Heeseung coos, tucking strands of hair behind your ear and gently caressing the side of your face as you come down. “You’re doing so well.”

Your orgasm left your body hypersensitive. The deft fingers inching down your torso, the palm now splayed flat against your hip - all of it felt heightened.

With a knowing smile, Heeseung presses two fingers against your covered core. Your whole body flinches, letting out a shocked gasp as Heeseung continues to slowly circle his fingers right where your clit is.

He’s sadistic. Heeseung couldn’t help but derive pleasure from watching your overstimulated body writhe this way and that from his ministrations.

Heeseung pulls back, giving you room to calm down. He reaches down to his boxers and palms the uncomfortable hardness. He can’t help but groan as he savours the image of your body covered in small bruises and your puffy nipples that stood erect from his mouth.

You look beautiful.

“Hee,” your voice calls out to him, hands reach out to cradle his face with a look of pure adoration. “Please, I want you.”

He can’t contain the groan at your words, his dick throbs in his hand.

He pulls out of his boxers and turns to take your shorts off, enjoying the way they stick to your pussy, a string of cum connecting them.

Without thinking, Heeseung spreads your folds and leans in and licks a stripe against your cunt. Moaning at the taste, Heeseung begins flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit, relishing in the unrestrained sounds you let out at the feeling.

Heeseung lifts your legs to press them against your chest, leaving you entirely exposed to his mouth. He pushes his face into your pussy, groaning as cum smears against his face as he swipes his head from side to side, tongue flicking out and catching on your clit.

Fingers inch closer to your hole, the tip presses gently before sliding in with ease. The slick pouring from within you help. The squelching sound as he pulls in and out has him stifling a moan, loving the way you squirm beneath him.

“Ah, ah-Heeseung!”

He could tell you were getting close with the way you grip the fabric of his comforter, your hips lift to press his mouth deeper into your pussy. Heeseung pulls his fingers out momentarily to press the wetness onto your clit, moving his fingers quickly side-to-side just as you like, before he thrusts them back into you. His mouth covers your clit, sucking and flicking as you rode out your high - your second orgasm of the night.

Heeseung couldn’t help but keep taking in the taste of your cunt even as you shudder through oversensitivity. His tongue pushes into your hole to encase his tastebuds entirely.

“God, Heeseung, please,” you begged, tears edging your waterline, “Please fuck me, I need you inside me right now!”

Groaning, Heeseung pulls down his boxers and kicks them off to the end of the bed. He lifts and pulls you towards him. Your legs spread and his hand grips the softness, the other lining his cock with your entrance.

“Ready?”

“If you don’t get in me right now, so help me God-“

Your complaints cease as Heeseung pushes into you, his cock stretching you out so well. His hips meet your pelvis and he leans down to cover your mouth with his own. Sobbing into his mouth, Heeseung’s tongue slips in to swipe against your teeth.

“Fuck!” Heeseung groans and rolls his hips. His cock feels suffocated, wet and warmth surrounding it driving him insane. Your walls were practically sucking him in, trying to milk him of all his cum.

Nails dig into Heeseung’s hands as he starts inching out. Your face was screwed up in pleasure, jaw slack and sweat beading at your forehead. Two orgasms in and your body was thrumming. The need to be filled and stuffed full of Heeseung’s cum, your body was practically calling out for it.

Relaxing into the steady pace Heeseung sets, your body goes lax after a few moments. This lets him pull out with ease. Lets him set a newer, faster pace.

Heeseung pulls out leaving only the tip resting at your entrance, head tilting up to see your face, “Feels good, baby? My cock making you feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response, head sagging against the pillows as your back arches. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Heeseung strokes his tip against your now swollen clit. Your body felt like it was on fire.

Watching your face crumple in displeasure at the emptiness, Heeseung pushes all the way in again, spurred on by the way your nails dig into his shoulders.

After a particularly hard thrust, Heeseung lets go of your thighs and leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss - hands cupping your heated cheeks. Your legs wrap around his waist, caging him there.

It’s a miraculous feat that you didn’t die right there. Heeseung relentlessly fills you up, pushing a hand up against your lower back forcing it to curve into a delicious arch. His cock pounds into the exact spot that makes you splutter and moan.

“That’s it baby,” Heeseung growls, his voice dipping lower. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Does my pretty girl like it?”

Barely able to say a word, you nod your head weakly a mantra of “yes, yes, yes,” tumbling from your lips. Heeseung revels in it.

He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb.

Leaning back to take in the mess he’s made, Heeseung presses his hand against your lower stomach. The pressure combined with the hard thrusts has your back bend deeper. The new position ensuring that every inch of Heeseung’s length was penetrating your walls, leaving nothing untouched.

The thought alone had you succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. Your pussy tightening around his thick length, making it difficult for Heeseung to move. And yet he kept pounding into you. Never once letting up as your body trembled through your third orgasm of the night.

“Fuck,” Heeseung moans, his hips continue to slap against you, driving his cock deeper. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

It was all the warning you got before his hips still, burying deep within you and you physically feel his cock pulse at he fills you to the brim. You felt so full. His head tucked into your neck breathing deep as his body laid lax in your hold. You continue to roll your hips, making him whimper.

Your panting, sweaty bodies lay over one with your and hands clasped. You pepper kisses along Heeseung’s neck, while he runs his hands softly up and down your sides.

You feel floaty as Heeseung pulls out of you, turning onto his side and bringing you in. You snuggle into his arms, and groan at the sticky feeling between your legs, of Heeseung’s cum leaking down your thighs.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

[yunjiluvr]

⊹ ࣪ ˖༊·˚ “Daddy’s Princess”·˚ ⊹ ࣪ .₁

g!p kazuha x fem reader

cw : dom kazuha, rough zuha, g!p, sub babygirl reader, daddy kink, unprotected sex, stomach bulge, pet names like 'princess' & 'pretty girl' , mentions of cheating with yunjin, mentions of corruption, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, pure smut n nasty sex

a/n : found my old fic! so im gonna repost with some extra stuff in it :>

link to #2

zuha , reader

You tried your best to hold back your tears as your girlfriend scolded you for your previous behavior. Everything was all too much to handle. From the way her harsh tone rang throughout your ears to the way her huge dick bullied its way into your tiny cunt. Kazuha had you laid on your back, nothing on except your baby pink panties she pulled aside for easy access instead of just taking them off, because she knew you liked it better like this. You hugged your favorite plushie closely to you, it was the pink bunny that Zuha bought for you because she said it reminded her of you, trying to ground yourself as her long cock constantly bumped against your cervix. She was hitting all the right spots inside, making your vision go blurry as you failed to listen to her little lecture.

"You just couldn't stay away from her could you? Such a fucking slut, couldn't wait for daddy to get home so you fuck her best friend. Isn't that right princess?"

You peeked up at her behind the plushie with big teary eyes, ones you knew she couldn't resist. But this time, she was teaching you a lesson and disregarded any of your little tricks to get her to be nicer.

"m so-rry daddy. couldn't help it... needed you so badly 'n yunny offered to help." You barely managed to squeak out as she scoffed and gripped your hips even harder.

She was right though. Last night you were waiting impatiently for Kazuha to get home, nothing but the thought of her dicking you down running through your mind. Yunjin happened to be in the dorm at that time and saw your needy state, offering a hand, well maybe more than just a hand iykwim ;). Things led to another, and next thing you know, you were on the couch bouncing on top of your girlfriend's best friend's cock, and you even let her cum inside. You couldn't help it :( Kazuha had corrupted you into this cock hungry little slut, ready to jump on anyone's dick when she wasn't around to satisty you.

"Nothing but fucking excuses. What's next? Are you gonna let Chaewon and Sakura cum inside this pussy too? My pussy? This pussy's mine and mine only you dumb slut."

You gasped when she ripped the plushie from your hold and threw in somewhere in the room, you have nothing to hide behind now. A pout adorned your features when your girlfriend just smirked at you, picking up speed and maintained eye contact that became almost unbearable when you felt her reach a special spot inside of your used cunt.

"d-daddy, why did you th-throw tokki?" you said with a deep frown and teary eyes.

You were the type of person to apologize to your plushies when they fell off of your bed, so you almost felt guilty by your girlfriend's actions (it's silly, i know 😭).

"You don't need anything else distracting you, princess. Just focus on me fucking this tight cunt of yours." Kazuha grunted out, struggling to thrust her big cock in and out of the tightness of your small pussy.

"o-okay daddy."

You never disobeyed your daddy and settled on digging your nails into the light pink sheets beneath you, almost tearing them. Squelching noises filled your senses, along with Kazuha's low and sexy moans and grunts. A knot formed in your tummy as daddy continued to hit that certain spot inside your sopping cunt. Her balls smacked against your ass from the force of how hard she was thrusting into you.

Your breath hitched and tears fell down your cheeks when her thumb made contact with your swollen clit, relentlessly rubbing in circles, forcing you into your high. Loud moans and whines escaped your mouth as your orgasm hit in full force, your cunt clenching hard around her large shaft and creaming on it. You let out shaky breaths, trembling thighs trying to close because she was starting to fuck you into overstimulation.

"d-daddy, please. slow down, i just-fuck- came."

Your pleads fell to deaf ears though. Kazuha smiled at your fucked out state and pushed your thighs back, reaching even deeper places in your cunt with the new angle. She was relentless, ignoring your cries as she just continued pushing her thick cock into your pussy, stretching out the small hole. A new knot formed quickly again, faster than the last as she bottomed out inside you over and over again, driving you to your limit.

"wait, daddy, 'm cumming again!" You barely managed to speak through your broken sobs that she caused.

You groaned as you felt a liquid rush out of you when she gave a particularly hard thrust. Clear cum splashed against her pelvis, coating her lower abdomen as well. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt relief once again, this time way more intense than the last. An arm covered your eyes, you refused to look into her eyes after squirting all over her.

"Look at me, pretty girl." Kazuha was now fucking you softly while she gently palmed the prominent bulge her large cock made in your lower tummy.

Your arm fell to your side as you looked at her, sniffling and moaning while making eye contact. Your gaze trailed down to see her palming at the bulge in your tummy, eyes rolling back as she kept rubbing her hard shaft along the sensitive walls of your pussy. Your mind was hazy and numb while all you could think about was cock, daddy's cock.

"Wow, look at the mess you made princess."

Strings of sticky cum stuck to her pelvis and cock every time she pulled out, causing you to blush in embarrassment.

A shock of pleasure and pain shot through your body when Kazuha began pounding you into again, pushing you far past overstimulation and sensitivity. This time, she wanted to see you do the work. Since you're so cock crazy, she wanted to see how much you needed and wanted it.

Flipping the two of you over, she sat up with her back against the headboard. You weakly gripped her shoulders for support as your whole body trembled.

"Ride me, princess."

And so you did. It was your favorite thing to do anyways, but it was much harder when your cunt was so sensitive you almost came within seconds, or when she started to suck on your tits and pinching your nipples.

Kazuha made you do everything, just to show you that were hers, and only hers. She made you ride her until you were crying again, made you suck her off until you were gagging from her face fucking you, made you take it from behind like a good girl until you were screaming her name.

You were so fucked out after losing count of how many times she made you cum. Six? Seven? Hell maybe even eight. All of that and she hasn't even dumped her own load into your begging cunt. She had her arms wrapped around your stomach and she fucked into the mattress. You could feel her tits press against your back, and it drove you insane. Kazuha's hand found your clit once again and she made a mess of you, pinching and circling the bundle of nerves until you couldn't take it anymore.

"stop... i c-can't daddy..." your eyes were closed as you drifted in and out of consciousness, the only feeling filling your senses being daddy's hard cock throbbing inside.

"Well you're gonna." Kazuha was dead serious, she was going to force another orgasm out of you, and she's not going to take no as an answer.

"You're gonna cum again like a good girl, and maybe I'll consider giving you my load."

Now that sounded like a good deal. So you endured one more mind shattering orgasm just in hopes to feel her hot cum paint your walls.

This time, her hands gripped your hips and harshly pushed you against the bed as she pounded you, making your ass bounce after every thrust. It was clear she was finally pushing herself to her own climax. Kazuha focused on the way your pussy perfectly squeezed around her aching cock, loving the feeling of you trying to milk her absolutely dry and empty her heavy balls.

"Fuck princess, you feel amazing. I'm gonna fill this pussy to the brim 'n knock you up so good. You'll be mine forever."

You could barely manage a small hum in response, patiently waiting for her to fill you up. Kazuha's hips stuttered as she approached her orgasm, tightly gripping the sides of your panties(yes they're still on, she's such a perv 😵‍💫) and rolling her hips into you. Her veiny cock throbbed and twitched as she grunted out.

"Princess... gonna cum. You feel so warm 'n wet, fuck-“

Kazuha moaned loudly and buried her face into your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed as her teeth sank into your soft skin, marking you up. One hand squeezed your waist and the other gripped your ass. She gave a few small thrusts before burying her cock into you and cumming deep inside. Her large shaft throbbed as thick ropes of white pulsed out of her pink tip.

"Good girl, so fucking good for me princess. Take this cum, my pretty cock sleeve."

So warm and so thick. You sighed in satisfaction as your girlfriend emptied herself, gifting you the feeling of her gooey cum shooting into your womb.

Kazuha took a few minutes to calm down before pulling out her flaccid cock, drenched in your sticky juices as well as her own. She carefully flipped you on to your back before readjusting your now soaked panties to cover your sore cunt again. Lying down beside you, Kazuha pulled you to rest on top of her as she held you in her arms.

"Keep my cum inside baby. You're mine, no one else's. Don't want anyone else touching or fucking what's mine."

You lightly hummed in response. With your eyes feeling heavy, you snuggled up against your girlfriend, not missing the way she tensed from the way your soft skin felt against her wet cock. Kazuha’s breaths turned heavy, and soon enough she was hard and leaking. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, only the thought of filling you up again running through her head. Without thinking, she pulled your dripping panties aside and slipped the swollen head into your used hole, groaning as she slid deep inside until bumping against your cervix.

Your entire body jerked, arms moving to push yourself off of her in panic. Before you had a chance to get up, strong hands pulled you back down to her chest, trapping you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, overstimulation coursing through you. It felt so good and bad at the same time, like heaven and hell all in one.

“d-daddy, it hurts...” You could barely strain out, hoping she would cut your poor little pussy a break.

Kazuha responded with a wicked grin, almost as if enjoying your discomfort. Like she wanted to ruin you. Like she needed to see you fall apart.

“You’re gonna fucking take what I give you. Good girls should always be grateful for daddy’s dick.”

A sticky mix of cum steadily leaked from your entrance as she rolled her hips in a steady rhythm. Kazuha had your legs over her shoulders, thoroughly pumping into you, making sure you could feel every inch of her. The tip constantly stroked the special spot in your cunt, already bringing you to the brink of yet another orgasm. The pain was delicious, and although it was too much for your small cunt, you couldn’t help but push yourself into everything she gave you, craving more even if it meant you’d break.

You cried out when her hand firmly pressed down on the bulge in your lower tummy, blunt nails digging into the soft skin, pinning you down. The stimulation increased tenfold, and before you could tell her to stop, you were already squirting all over her.

It was filthy, the way your cum gushed all over her abs and thighs, but she kept fucking you through it. You couldn’t help but let out a sob, hugging your bunny plush that you begged her to let you hold, tears dampening the baby pink fluff.

“i-i can’t daddy-“

“Shh princess, you’re doing so good for me. Such a good fucktoy. Just a little longer, ‘m so close and I need to fill you up again.”

Two long fingers slipped into your drooling mouth, sliding against your soft wet tongue. They caressed the muscle in a way that short circuited your brain. Gaining some control over your body, you began sucking on them like it was Kazuha’s cock, locking your teary eyes with her hooded ones. You felt pathetic, being completely at her mercy. With her thrusts getting sloppy and hips jerking, she choked you with her fingers before pressing balls deep into you.

She removed the soaked digits and snuck them down to your abused clit, massaging tight circles into the bundle of nerves. Your hands resorted to clawing at the ruined sheets, trying to keep yourself together as your last orgasm of the night crashed into your sensitive body.

“daddy- fuck!”

Your whole body tingled. Going numb even.

“That’s it pretty girl. Gonna put a baby in you. Fuck, take this cum~“

Kazuha tossed the neglected bunny plush aside and collapsed onto you, sweaty bodies kissing each other. Her eyebrows furrowed and she burrowed into your neck, tongue desperately tasting the salty skin as she let herself go. She clutched your trembling figure into her, pulling you flush against her, cock twitching aggressively before releasing searing strands of white. It didn’t take much to overflow you, thick cum seeping out around the veiny shaft. Drool slid down your chin. Mind blank. Head fuzzy. You were completely gone. Properly ruined. Ruined for anyone who even dared to touch you, including Yunjin. Kazuha’s heavy sighs and pants caressed your neck as she laid you back down onto the mattress, pressing sweet kisses against your heaving chest.

“Hope you learned your lesson, princess. Now just sit there and relax while I clean you up, my good girl.”

[ebodebo]

Tough As Nails—Cowboy Like Me!

thinking about cowboy!simon riley… | part four |

<- previous

The beginning of August usually brings the peak of summer warmth, but unfortunately for you, it seems the end of July supplied the real heat—just not in the ways you had expected. 

Even all of two weeks after your encounter with Sam, you seethed. Harsh anger and heat spread through your being, boding for a tiny little catalyst to ignite your flame. And you weren't the only one feeling the feverish heat.

To say that Simon was angry would be a gross understatement. A storm has been brewing inside him ever since he pulled up to that shitty dive-bar, seeing you sitting on the dirty curb, smudged mascara dripping down your plump cheek, tainting your beautiful face, eyes blood-shot and swollen. Your voice strained and cracked as you said his name, questioning if it was really him. 

The real nail on the coffin was what you had confessed to him in his truck. Sam had insinuated you were a slut. Simon's muscles tightened, and his jaw clenched every time he remembered what that deprived asshole told you. The only reason he didn't flip the truck around and speed back to that dive-bar, grab Sam's sorry-ass out of the seat he sit in, and slam him into the wall, was because you had pleaded he didn't.

He was gracious to you by respecting your wishes, but this ordeal festered in him too much to leave it untouched. Simon was a God-damn machine with no impulse control. A loose-canon. And this canon was ready to blow right through that city-slicking prick's front-fucking-door. 

Which was preciously what he did.

Simon threw himself inside his truck at about eleven at night, a Manila folder tucked gently away in his jacket, not even bothering to strap on his safety belt as he drove to that bastard's house. Simon hoped, prayed, that Sam was asleep so that he could be the one to jerk him out of his peaceful slumber and make him wonder if he was in a nightmare. 

He halted as his truck brushed against the curb in front of his house, turning off his engine and stepping out of the truck. He scoffed as he took in the sight of the house. It was huge, no, enormous. Creamy, muted blue paint coated the paneled front and sides of the house, and a classic picket white fence encased the backyard. 

Two white Range Rovers and a white Porche sat in the driveway, along with two golf carts sequestered to the right side of the house. Simon noticed the Porsche's shit parking job and dirt-covered windows and noted it was Sam's car, just for future reference. 

After his observations, he casually strolled up to the front door, pressing a little bell encased in a palm leaf cover. It didn't take long for Simon to hear the soft pad of feet descending down what he assumed was a staircase. 

The door swung open to reveal a disheveled Sam; clearly, he was asleep. Simon smiled internally. Sam's eyes looked like saucers when he realized it was Simon. His face paled like he had seen a ghost or something.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sam spit, perplexed at Simon's presence.

"Came to chat," Simon says cooly. "Preferably outside."

"Fuck no." Sam gnarls. "You need to leave my property."

"Ah." Simon tuts as he reaches into his jacket to grab the nicely tucked-away Manila folder. He carefully opens it and reads the first couple of lines. 

"Ryan Jennings worked for Capitol Guild Investment Firm before it was found he had embezzled a million—"

"Hey, hey. Where the hell did you get that?" Sam quickly supplied, stepping away from the door to try and snatch the folder from Simon's grasp. Simon jerked away from him, holding his finger up as he continued reading. 

"—dollars from the firm's clientele, though no legal action was taken, Jennings was to return all assets, estimating one million dollars, and issue his resignation promptly." Simon neatly closed the folder, eyeing Sam.

"So, as I said," Simon began. "Let's talk outside." Sam sighed deeply before turning to close the door gently.

"I have my resources." Simon casually says, stepping into the grass on the front lawn, with Sam following suit.

"So, what, what do you want? Money?" Sam timidly asks, running his hands through his hair.

Simon lets out a gruff laugh. "Money? You think I want money?" 

"You don't?" Sam questions, unable to believe a man like Simon could be doing this for more than monetary gain.

"You don't talk to her. Ever." Simon roughly says as a sly smirk spreads across Sam's face.

"Is it that good?" Sam smugly asks, placing his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

"The fuck you talkin' about?" Simon cocks his head, narrowing his eyes at Sam. 

Sam shrugs. "Her pussy."

Without warning, Simon lunged forward, his fist aiming straight at Sam's jaw. An immediate stinging pain spread that radiated through his face and head, making him falter back. Blood seeped out of his mouth, and a faint ringing noise could be heard in his ear. But, he quickly gained momentum, his own fist coiling like a spring.

He unexpectedly connected his punch to Simon's face head-on with a swift, decisive motion. Busting his bottom lip, with blood seeping down his chin and jaw. Simon quickly spit out some extra blood onto the grass before grabbing Sam by his shirt. 

"I know guys like you." Simon roughly says, his own blood and spit spurting onto Sam's face. "Pretentious little bastards who only think about themselves." 

He gripped his shirt tighter, making him slightly hover above the grass. "I bet you'd blow yourself if you could." He grits out, forcefully throwing him onto the ground.

"Stay the fuck away from her." Simon wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he turns to go to his truck.

"You know I'm not like that anymore," Sam speaks, making Simon roll his eyes. Simon turns to face Sam, who is still on the ground.

"You can change your name. Run from the city with your tail between your legs, but nothin' can change the greedy fuckin' animal you are." 

With that, Simon turned away and went straight for his truck, leaving Sam to sulk with the ants.

On the drive back to the ranch, Simon regretted not doing more to Sam, but Sam had a worse punishment than Simon releasing his venom on him: living the rest of his life as a nobody with his legacy cloaked in disgrace. 

Simon pulled up in front of his house, hissing as the cold air brushed against his busted lip, as he stepped out of his truck. He pulled open his front door to meet you sitting on the couch in the living room. 

"You haven't been answering your phone." You somberly say from your position on the couch, not noticing his busted lip and bruised face because it was dim where he stood.

"I know." He ducked his head, not moving closer to you, not wanting you to see him so clearly in the light.

"Come here." You pat the cushion next to you, tilting your head as he turns to go to the kitchen instead. You stand, following him to the kitchen, observing him as he fills a glass full of water at the sink, his back to you.

"You should be asleep," He gruffly says, taking a sip of the water, swirling it in his mouth to remove some of the coppery taste, and spitting it into the sink.

"Don't change the subject." You scowl, moving closer to him, bringing your hand to touch his own gently.

"Why won't you look at me?" He takes another sip of water, this time swallowing it.

"Cowboy?" You softly urge, your fingers gently brushing his forearm. He takes a deep sigh, though his lip quirks at your nickname.

"Please look at me." There is a pleading note in your voice. He takes a longer sip of the water, swallowing, before slowly turning to face you. Your eyes widen as you observe the purple bruises covering various parts of his face, his busted lips caked in dry blood, and the blood dripping down his chin and jaw pooling onto his shirt.

"What happened?" You quietly question, raising your hand to brush your fingers along his lip delicately.

"Ah, just some shit." He vaguely says. You narrow your eyes at him, but you see it in his eyes. He was tired. Worn-out. It could wait until tomorrow, you thought.

"Okay. I won't push tonight, but tomorrow, we will talk about it." You affirm, giving his arm a soft squeeze. He nods as you grab his hand, lacing your fingers and dragging him into the bathroom.

"In the meantime, let's get you cleaned up."

You made him sit on the toilet seat as you reached under the sink to grab an emergency kit. You opened the kit and grabbed some alcohol and some gauze. 

"Si, you need stitches." You say, observing a muscle of his lip sticking out.

"You can do it." He assures, looking up at you. 

"Last time I checked, I don't have a medical degree." You laugh out.

"It's easy. Just need some dental floss and a needle." He reaches into the kit and grabs a needle, bending it into an arc, and a pack of dental floss. "Learned it in the military."

"You were in the military?" You question washing your hands before taking the needle and cleaning it with some alcohol to sterilize it. 

"Course I was." You smiled down at him as you wiped his lip with some alcohol.

"How long?" You ask, throwing away the cotton pad.

"Long time." He vaguely answers with a slight smile.

"You're always so vague." You roll your eyes as you step between his legs, bringing your hand up to grip under his chin, tilting it up slightly. He brought his hands to rest on the sides of your thighs, lightly massaging the fat.

You hold the sides of his lips together, carefully suturing the skin back together. You had no idea what you were doing, but Simon didn't say anything, so you assumed you were doing alright. 

Simon flinched as the needle pierced his skin, coming in and out of his lip. His eyes fell shut as you worked, occasionally twitching, his hands still kneading your thighs. 

Once you finished, you cleaned up the area, put away the kit, and threw away the needle. 

"Forgot somethin.'" Simon huffed, still sitting on the toilet seat. You raised your brow, giving him a curious look.

"What?" You question, leaning against the counter facing him, your hands on your hips.

He pressed his pointer fingers to his lip, slightly puckering them. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you let out a laugh, walking over to him and pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I could use some more." His lips form a smirk, just beckoning you.

"Ya, I bet you could."

a/n: idk why i include an authors note bc i literally don’t say anything interesting

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