#sooo.... stoplight

[metaldwellerrr]

i'm so tempted to draw my kingilly au (also called stoplight trio fantasy au for my fam)... and POST IT... HERE... AA

[blaithnne]

Since she's Scrooge's right hand man and is definitely able to drive, it at first seems a little weird that Scrooge - notorious cheapskate and recluse - hired someone else to drive him around. That is, of course, until you all gather round and listen closely when I tell you that Beakley learned to drive via her work with SHUSH, because in her early days as an agent she was a professional get away driver. She never outgrew this, and to this day drives like a madwoman with nothing to lose. She doesn't have a license, she's never taken a driving test in her life. She doesn't even know what those red and yellow and green lights on the roads are, but she's sure as hell not gonna let them tell her what to do. Scrooge considers Launchpad an upgrade, but the kids love it when she drives.

[honeytae]

synopsis: a first date years in the making and a slow burn tension that simmers just beneath the surface; what used to be easy is now electric — every glance, every pause, charged with something waiting to unfold.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sooo much sexual tension, first date jitters, flirting, making out, dirty talk (kinda?)

the tires roll beneath you as taehyung drives through the city. neon lights from nearby businesses and attractions flicker across the windshield, casting long shadows on the pavement.

the air is warm, even this late, and the city hums with life. you try to focus on the scenery—the curve of the streets, distant chatter—but your eyes keep drifting to the way his hand grips the gearstick between you.

it’s your first official date with taehyung, and you’ve promised to take it slow. this feels different—special. still, you can’t help watching him as he drives. since that first kiss, something inside you has shifted. every glance, every smile, now carries this quiet electricity. you haven't kissed since, both agreeing to pace yourselves—but that’s easier said than done.

you steal another glance at his skin, smooth and golden, and wonder how it would feel against yours. you imagine softness, warmth—like spring after a long winter. his jawline, that slight smirk when a new song plays: it all drives you crazy. you imagine pulling him in, kissing him again, feeling the heat and letting it unravel you.

shifting uncomfortably, you turn to the window, trying to calm your racing heart. the night is too still, too perfect—and tension lingers in the air. part of you wishes he could read your mind.

at the next stoplight, he glances at you, slow and deliberate. the car is quiet save for the soft hum of jazz from the disc you picked earlier. there’s a pull between you, something invisible but undeniable.

“kinda wild how many late nights we’ve had here,” he says, fingers tapping the wheel.

you smile. yeah—this spot has been yours for years. after bad dates, long shifts, dumb fights. it’s seen every version of you. but tonight, it feels different. maybe you're just seeing him differently now.

“we always ended up here, huh?” you say.

“like clockwork,” he replies, mouth curving up. he nudges your hand. “except this time, you’re actually dressed nice.”

you roll your eyes, laughing. “so rude.”

he grins. “i meant it as a compliment. i’ve never seen you on a first date. you clean up well.”

your heart skips. you reach out, covering his hand with yours. the warmth of him, steady and close, tightens something in your chest.

“this doesn’t feel like all those other nights,” you say softly.

he watches you, his smile softening. “no,” he says. “it doesn’t.”

and just like that, the air shifts—gentle, but unmistakable. aomething unspoken settles between you, warm and a little scary. he squeezes your hand as he pulls up to a tucked-away restaurant, its flickering lights drawing your eye. he parks and turns to you, gaze lingering.

“ready?”

you nod, clearing your throat. “yeah. let’s go.”

he catches your tone and leans back, amused. “wow.”

you glance at him, cheeks heating under his stare. “what?”

“i’ve just never seen you this nervous. not with me, at least.”

you laugh, and his grin eases your nerves. “yeah, but... things are different now.”

his smile softens again. he leans slightly across the console. “i get it. it’s weird, right? we’ve been friends for so long, and now we’re... on a date.” he chuckles, shaking his head. “but it’s still us.”

you breathe in slowly, grounding yourself in his presence. your mind feels lighter, though still foggy with want.

“thanks,” you murmur, lips pouting slightly. you don’t miss the way his eyes flick to your mouth. “it’s just... hard. the way i feel about you—it’s...” you trail off, unsure how to finish, but his smile says he gets it.

“i know,” he says quietly. “i feel it too. i’d never rush this,” he gestures between you, “we’ll go at whatever pace you want.”

you glance at the restaurant. “right now, i want to go on a date with you.”

he’s out of the car in seconds, coming around to open your door. you take his arm, laughing as he laces his fingers through yours.

inside the dim pub, shadows stretch long across the walls, creating an unexpected intimacy. you slip into a corner booth, side by side like always. the surrounding voices fade to a low hum.

after ordering, taehyung leans back, watching you. the silence between you isn’t awkward—it’s charged, like something is about to happen.

he leans closer, voice low. “so, why do i feel like something’s still on your mind?”

your brain stutters as your body leans in, too aware of how close his lips are. your fingers twitch with the urge to touch him. words and wants swirl in your head.

his eyes search yours. he knows exactly how you’re looking at him, the way your breath catches when he shifts. a smirk tugs at his lips.

“it’s okay,” he says, voice even softer. “you don’t have to say anything. i already know.”

your pulse stutters as he leans back, that teasing glint making your chest ache. you roll your eyes, trying to mask the heat inside you. standing, you toss him a look.

“whatever,” you smirk. “i’ll be right back, but try not to miss me too much.”

as you walk away, his gaze trails after you like a touch. your heartbeat picks up again as you round the corner toward the restrooms, trying to get your thoughts in order.

but when you emerge from the bathroom, taehyung is leaning against the far wall, hands in his pockets. he pushes off it and walks to meet you, stopping just close enough to feel his warmth.

“hi,” you say, grinning.

he tilts his head, watching you with something you can’t quite place.

“what?” you ask, voice light, though your chest tightens.

“you’re making me nervous now,” he says, voice softer than before.

you pause—and then he kisses you.

softly, at first. it’s only your second kiss, but it already feels like home. you easily communicate everything unspoken between you: the want, the tension, the heat. his lips move slowly, reverently, hand brushing your cheek.

then his hand moves into your hair, trailing down to your neck, and your heart pounds. his tongue teases your bottom lip and a soft sigh escapes you. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

the world around you fades—the noise, the lights, the city. it’s just him. his taste, his warmth. it’s electric.

his tongue slips into your mouth just enough to make you crave more. you moan softly as he presses you against the wall.

the sound seems to ground him. he pulls back slightly, and you clutch his arms for balance. his eyes are darker now, the playfulness edged with hunger.

“as much as i love doing that…” he breathes, raising an eyebrow. you can’t help but laugh.

“i don’t want to start something i can’t finish,” he adds, voice low and rough.

his thumb brushes your cheek, featherlight.

you lean in, lips close to his ear. “oh, i think you’d make sure i finish,” you whisper, letting your bottom lip graze his skin before pulling back.

he freezes. then flushes. deeply.

and giggles.

you beam, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers through his. it feels so natural.

“where’d those nerves go?” he teases, peeking at you through his fingers.

you shrug, grinning. “pretty sure you extracted them as soon as you kissed me again.”

he chuckles and tugs you back toward the booth, never letting go of your hand. laughter bubbles between you.

once seated, he flips through the menu, still grinning.

“and just for the record…” he says, not looking up. “you absolutely would.”

“would what?” you ask absentmindedly, scanning the menu over his shoulder.

“finish.”

you cough on your drink. he slides you a napkin, other hand on your back, smirk spreading.

the casualness only makes it worse. or better.

you turn slowly, smile full of heat. “careful,” you murmur. “third date me is a lot less well-behaved.”

his eyes darken instantly, pupils wide.

“you say that like it’s a threat,” he says, voice husky.

you lean closer, knees brushing. “oh no,” you whisper. “it’s a promise.”

his smirk deepens, but his voice is soft—almost reverent.

“god, i cannot wait.”

[ic4nd0it4g4in]

We wanna know about the fifth day edging session pls🦋✨😖~

stopppp the cute emojis i literally can’t say no to that😭😭💖 this is a long one!!

edging session day 5 under the cut, baby!

with photos🤭🤭💖💖

SOOO i spent the entire day on no touch. no grinding into my work chair. NOTHING. even so, i was soaked. the build up from the past few nights is definitely getting to me because every step i took, i could feel how sticky and slickk my cunt was.

then i got a task from someone! i was told to remove my panties and drive home with them on my dashboard 😵‍💫 at first, i didn’t think much of it, but as soon as i started driving i was realizing…i don’t have any tinting on my front windows….there are so many people driving around…at stoplights i KNEW they could see my lacy panties up on the dash and how my juices were all over them. god, that really got me going. i was dripping sooo badly into my jeans by the time i got home.

then it was onto my next task💖

set a timer for 14 minutes, on the floor in front of the window, legs open

i could only edge with a makeup brush on my clit. nothing else whatsoever. in front of my open window. (you can see why i was fucking soaked, right?) instructions were as follows:

basic rules: all clothing removed, choose a porn video but i could only listen to it (if i peeked i had to stop and that was it for the night), or if at any time i stopped with the brush that meant i had to stop for the night.

the fun stuff

•set a timer for 14 minutes. tease for 13, and when the timer had one minute left i had to reach an edge before the timer ran out or else i was done for the night.

•success meant 10 spanks (and i could watch the video while i did so!!🥳) and move on

•failure meant i had to pack it up and go to bed

since i succeeded (duhhh), the next round was setting the timer for 12 minutes and repeat the process. each round i passed meant the next round’s timer would decrease by 2 minutes. with spanking breaks in between 😵‍💫

by some miracle i made it to the last round and holy fuck the air on the wetness of my cunt was insane, i could feel myself dripping down my legs and ass. my clit was soooo puffy and sensitive as hell.

since i had made it to 2 minutes, i had to reach an edge within the last minute and i was allowed to ride that edge for as long as i wanted/could handle without losing control. i…….only made it to 4 minutes 🗿 but i was SO tense and SOOO close to cumming i literally had to roll over onto my side and bite the makeup brush until i stopped shaking from holding back. that was such a fucking rush. i almost lost it but i was able to stop it and even thinking about it has my heart racingggg again. it was incredible and such a challenge and i loved every damn second of it.

today is no touch again but i finally have a chance to cum!!! you guys are gonna lose your minds at what was set up for me😵‍💫 there’s not even a guarantee that i’ll actually cum (but do i really want to??)

here’s a little treat if u made it to the end🎁🎉🎀

[callsign-dexter]

Blazing Hearts

Request: Jeeeez Emergency Love was sooo cute !!! :)

Would you think about a sequel to it where maybe they have their date and all goes perfectly. Then some time later when the firehouse is also at the Med, Kelly is having that brother-boyfriend talk with Connor and you fear the worst, but they really get along quite well ? :)

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Paramedic!Severide!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of being cheated on

Frist Installment: Emergency Love

Second Installment: Blazing Hearts

Masterlist

After you kissed Connor in the ED and exchanged phone numbers, you both set an official first date. He was picking you up in an hour to take you to a fancy restaurant that you both had been dying to go to. You were getting ready with the help of Sylvie, your roommate, Gabby, and Stella, your brother's fiancée.

When you had gotten back to the firehouse that day your two teammates were nonstop chattering and planning for you while you stood in the back. Stella had noticed and walked up and when they excitedly told her what had happened she was in on the gossip and planning as well. Then the news got to Kelly Severide, your brother, and of course, he acted like he wasn't happy and had gone all protective big brother mode after what happened last time. He was cautious for you and you were ok with that because he dialed it back some.

The hour seemed to go by faster than you knew it because you were interrupted by a knock on the door. You had already gotten dressed in a stunning deep red dress and black heels, your hair was slightly curled and you put on minimal makeup. You walked to the door with three other females behind you and opened it. There stood the Connor Rhodes in a tux looking handsome as ever. He was looking down but when the door opened he looked up and he smiled and love seemed to fill his eyes.

"You look absolutely stunning." He said breathlessly and you looked down and blushed.

"You don't look bad yourself, matter of fact you look handsome." You said while looking up and the three females squealed. He looked behind you and waved at them and they just grinned ear to ear at them then he turned his attention back to you.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked you holding out his arm which you gladly took and smiled but stopped him.

"Oh wait my-" you began but Stella was already handing you the black sequenced purse. She gave it to you smiling and you smiled back and you turned and headed out as Stella closed the door. You got to the elevator and you pressed it.

"You do look absolutely beautiful." Connor said turning to you as you both waited for the elevator. He touched your face lovingly and put away a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you." You said "So where are we going?" You asked him and he smiled.

"Remember that place we talked about that we've never been to?" He asked and you nodded your head "Well I got us reservations." He told you and you gasped in shock.

"You didn't." You said and he smirked and nodded his head.

"But I did." He said and you kissed him and he kissed back. You only broke apart when the elevator dinged. You both stepped in and rode it down to the lobby where he led you out to his car and opened the passenger side for you.

Connor got into the driver's side of the car and turned the engine and took off. It was a comfortable silence. "You don't have to tell me but why did you not want to date anyone here?" He asked and looked at you briefly while stopping at the stoplight.

"It's ok. It's bound to come out eventually. My last boyfriend or should I say fiancée cheated on me with my now ex-best friend. They had the audacity to get married and invite me to the wedding." You said getting mad just thinking about it.

"How long were they hooking up?" He asked sounding equally mad and that surprised you.

"6 months." You said

"Well he doesn't know what he lost. He lost the most beautiful, stunning, perfect, and kind woman." He said and you blushed nobody has ever said that to you or made you feel loved, well besides your brother.

When you arrive at the restaurant he put the car in park and got out. He came around to your side and opened the door and helped you out. He gave the keys to the valet and you both walked into the restaurant and up the podium. There was a young beautiful woman there and when she saw Connor she started to flirt and his grip on your hand tightened slightly. "Reservation for Rhodes." He said and smiled trying to be polite and she looked over the computer and smiled.

"Ah yes. Right here. If you would follow me." She said and grabbed menus and walked you to the table. "A waiter will be with you soon." She said and winked at Connor but he wasn't really paying attention it was all on you. He pulled out your chair and you sat down and then he sat down. A waiter came over and took your drink order and Connor ordered you both a bottle of wine.

They brought the wine over and then you ordered. "So what made you become a paramedic?" He asked you as poured the wine for you and then him.

"Well you know Kelly is a firefighter and I wanted to follow him but didn't want to deal with all that gear. So I went the medical route and honestly enjoyed it so much that I made a career out of it and hadn't looked back." You said and he was smiling at you while you took a drink of your wine. They brought your food out and you continued your conversation throughout dinner.

You both laughed and talked throughout dinner. You both not wanting the night to end so you ended up getting desert. The check came and he paid for it and then you both were heading out of the restaurant to the valet. You stood there waiting for the car. Connor had his arm around your waist and held you close, you were leaning into him and he kissed the side of your head. The car arrived and he helped you get in and then he got in and drove you home. He held your hand over the console and occasionally he would pick it up and kiss it. You both continued to talk and laugh.

He pulled into a parking spot at your apartment building and parked the car and got out and then walked over to you and helped you out. Once the door was shut he locked the door and led you into your apartment complex. As you stepped into the elevator you spoke up. "I had a really nice night, Connor. Thank you." You told him and he smiled.

"Anything for the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on." He said and you blushed. The elevator dinged notifying you were on your floor and you walked out and to your door.

You had unlocked it but before you opened the door he gently grabbed your face which had you turning around and kissed you which you returned. He tasted like the wine you had and peppermint. You broke apart when air was needed and rested your foreheads on each other. "You're amazing." He said and yp8 blushed.

"Thank you for an amazing night and for reassuring me that there are still good men out there. I can't wait to do this again." You told him and he smiled.

"I can't wait to do it again either." He said and you turned around and opened the door. He watched you walk away. You turned just before closing the door.

"Goodnight handsome." You said

"Goodnight beautiful." He replied and you closed the door and turned around smiling. He really was the perfect man and you were definitely falling in love with him. Connor knew he was definitely falling in love with you. The three other women that you had left at your shared apartment with Sylvie turned around the couch.

"So, how'd it go?" They asked and you laughed.

"Let me go change and I'll tell you." And they nodded and you did just that. When you came out they had paused whatever they were watching and you told them everything and they squealed several times.

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You and Connor had gone out several times after that. You saw each other when you could and texted and called each other all the time. There was a day that you were texting each other and he had sent the last text back but hadn't heard from you and usually you texted back pretty fast. You thought maybe you were out on a call and understood that but when it came up on the 3 hr mark he was getting worried. Although he didn't have to worry very long about you not texting him back when Sylvie and Gabby came in pushing the gurney with you on it. You were conscious but wincing at the light. He ran to you along with Will Halstead.

"What happened?" Will asked before Connor could as they rolled you into a trauma bay and they helped you get transferred.

"We were on call to an explosion. We thought it was clear but a second explosion went off and it threw her into the side of the ambulance. She was unconscious on the ride over here but woke up as soon as we pulled up." Gabby told them and they nodded "We'll be in the waiting room with the rest of the firehouse." She said and again they nodded. April and Maggie was had walked at some point and Connor looked at Maggie and she understood.

"Will you're treating her. Connor out." She said and he nodded his head and headed out. After a few painstaking minutes, Will walked out and spotted Connor and walked over to him.

"Before I tell the others. She has a mild concussion and a nasty bump on her head. You can see her." Will said and Connor nodded.

"Thank you, Will." He nodded and headed off to tell the others. Connor walked into your area and stood there looking at you. "Hi, baby." He said softly.

"Hi." You said with the same amount of softness. He didn't get a chance to move when your brother came rolling in.

"Sis, you scared the living daylights out of me." Kelly said and you smiled.

"Sorry, bro. Have to keep you on your toes somehow." You said and chuckled but winced and that had both men rushing over to you and making a fuss. Kelly finally noticed that Connor was in the room.

"Are you ok?" Kelly said at the same time as Connor said.

"Are you ok babe?" Connor asked and that made Kelly stop in his tracks.

"Babe?" He asked looking between the two of you "Are you two dating?" He asked and Connor nodded his head for the both of you since it would make your head pulse in pain. But you had to add something to say.

"Kelly, I love him and he's treated so well, better than the last one. He's the one." You said and Connor looked at you, you just said you loved him for the first time.

"You love me?" He asked you and you nodded the best you could.

"Yes." You replied

"I love you too." He said and kissed your forehead and then Kelly cleared his throat.

"If you ever hurt her or I get wind that you broke her heart. I will hunt you down and make you pay. I don't want to pick up the pieces again not like last time. Understood?" Kelly asked Connor and you were worried that this wasn't going to end well and it set your blood pressure up.

"Kelly, I love her with all of my heart. I'm never going to hurt her, not now nor ever. She has my heart. Nothing will make me break her heart ever." Connor told your brother and Kelly nodded.

"Good. Now come here." He said and brought Connor in for a hug and pulled apart they both smiled. They turned back to you and started fussing over you and you just smiled. You thought the worst but everything turned out right in the end. He loved you and you loved him. Nothing could break that love apart.

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@els-marvelvsp

@atarmychick007

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[chicgeekgirl89]

Fandom: 911 Lone Star Summary: When Carlos receives a late night call from one of his sisters who is worried about the health of his nephew, T.K. doesn't hesitate to jump in and show the entire family why he's worthy of Carlos' love. Thanks to @carlos-tk, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @whatsintheboxmh, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @strandnreyes, @carlos-in-glasses, and @bonheur-cafe for the WIP Wednesday tags. I hope you will accept this instead, belated as it is! A/N: This is my 100th fic on AO3!! 🍾🍾🍾 (Not my 100th fic ever, many of them never made the transfer from ff.net, but still!) I've been sitting on this one for a while and seeing T.K. shine feels like it's worthy of being #100. Also Adriana and Francesca weren't supposed to be in this one, but they literally barged through those hospital doors and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I couldn't love them more!

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“Sooo…never again, right?�� Carlos asks.

“Oh my god never again,” T.K. agrees fervently. “Why were the plates so weird? Some of them weren’t even plates at all. And the food was…bad.”

“So bad,” Carlos says. “Tiny and bad.”

“Three hours. We were there three hours,” T.K. says in disbelief as he slows down at a stoplight. “Why did we have to wait like thirty minutes between courses?”

“The menu said it was to give us time to renew our digestive energies and be more present in the dining experience,” Carlos says.

“I didn’t know my digestive energies needed to be renewed.”

“Me neither.”

It had taken them months to get a reservation at the trendiest new restaurant in town and they’d both been excited for the occasion. The menu promised a foodie paradise with unique dishes, creative presentation, and an emphasis on sustainability. They’d gotten dressed up and ready for a fun date night out only to be disappointed the moment they’d walked in the door. 

The place had been crowded, they were practically elbow to elbow with the tables next to them. Carlos had learned the intimate details of one couple’s fertility issues and another couple’s trouble with their neighbors.

Then the food had started coming and been a complete disaster. Carlos considered himself something of a foodie, and T.K.’s New Yorker palate had sampled a number of cuisines over the years, but this had been the worst food Carlos had ever eaten. He hadn’t been able to identify a single item on any of his plates and his tongue longed for something with even a hint of flavor. The plate that held a single, lukewarm radish had nearly been his undoing.

Overall it had been three hours of bland food, awkward company, and not at all what either of them had imagined.

“I’m starving. Can we please pick up something on the way home?” T.K. asks, his stomach letting out a gurgle as if to affirm his statement.

“God yes. I think Chu’s is still open, right?” 

Carlos pulls out his phone, but it lights up with a call before he can check to see Chu’s hours. “Why’s my sister calling?”

T.K. glances over at him. “Which one?”

“Lucía,” Carlos says. It’s not typical of his sister to call at this hour out of the blue and he feels his internal warning bells activate as he picks up the call. “Luci? Que pasó?”

“Hey Carlos,” she says, sounding tired and stressed. “Sorry for calling, I know it’s late.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “We’re just on our way home from dinner. What’s going on?”

“I don’t—I’m probably overreacting,” she says. “It’s just that Justin is out of town for work and I’m—“

Now he’s really worried. “Lucí, it’s okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Sebastian woke up sick a couple days. I didn’t think it was a big deal, both boys are sick all the time from daycare and school, but he wasn’t any better today, so I took him to the doctor. They said he’s fine, likely just a virus or something, but…his fever won’t break and he keeps saying his belly hurts.” 

Carlos can hear the deep seated worry in his sister’s voice and it rocks him to his core. His sister is an amazing mom, fearless and sure. To hear her so uncertain is throwing him off.

“I didn’t know if maybe T.K. could just give me some advice or something?” she says, ending it like a question.

He looks over at his fiancé. “What’s going on?” T.K. asks,.

“Sebastian’s sick,” Carlos says. “Do you mind?”

“No, no, put her on speaker,” T.K. says immediately, turning his eyes back to the road as the light changes.“Hey Lucía,” he says loudly so she can hear him.

“Hey T.K.,” she says. “I’m so sorry, I know people probably ask you for medical help all the time.”

“It’s not a problem. Tell me what’s going on,” T.K. says.

“He won’t eat, he’s barely drinking. His fever had been holding steady at around a hundred, but it just spiked up to one oh two. I’ve given him medicine, done cold washcloths, I don’t know what else to try.”

“And the doctor said what exactly?”

“That it’s probably a stomach virus,” Lucía says.

T.K. mulls that over for a minute. “Aren’t we like fifteen minutes from their place?” he asks Carlos.

Carlos nods. 

“Okay, Lucía we’re going to swing by, all right?” T.K. says, flipping his blinker on to get them turned around back the way they’d just come.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that—“

“We’re coming Luci,” Carlos says. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, thank you,” she says, relief flooding her voice and loosening the knot of fear in Carlos’ chest.

He hangs up and looks at T.K. “It’s probably just a stomach bug.”

“Probably,” T.K. agrees. “But if it makes her feel better to have someone give her advice it’s worth going over.”

Carlos’ heart goes soft at those words. He’d never imagined he’d be with someone like T.K. Someone so kind and good, someone who would drive to his sister’s house at nine o’clock at night just to assuage her fears. It’s beyond his wildest dreams.

They pull into the driveway of the ranch style home about ten minutes later, T.K.’s ambulance driving having shaved a few minutes off their time and a few years off of Carlos’ life. At least they’re not driving the Camaro tonight so Carlos didn’t have to fear for the safety of his baby as they sped through yellow lights and weaved in and out of traffic.

Lucía opens the door before they even knock and the relief Carlos felt a few minutes ago evaporates at the sight of her worried face. She was holding back on the phone; in person she looks even more terrified and exhausted than she sounded. “Hey guys,” she says. “I’m so sorry to drag you all the way over here.”

“Stop apologizing,” Carlos admonishes her immediately as they step inside. “That’s what family is for.”

Sebastian lays on the couch in the living, looking younger and tinier than his six years, his face pale and drawn. There’s an episode of Paw Patrol playing on the television mounted above the fireplace and he has a blanket pulled all the way up to his chin. Carlos can see Fuzzy, his comfort bear, peeking out over the top. 

“Hey buddy,” he says, crouching down and giving his nephew a smile. “Tummy bothering you?”

Sebastian nods but doesn’t say anything, another sign that something is wrong. Usually he’s a chatterbox, happy to talk about school or his friends or soccer. Carlos smiles wider, despite the worry swirling in his gut, trying for calm and reassuring uncle. “Do you remember my boyfriend T.K.? From the party at Abuela and Abuelo’s house?” Carlos asks and Sebastian’s eyes move over his shoulder to where T.K. is standing behind him. He gets another nod.

“He’s going to take a look at you, okay?” Carlos says, standing up and moving back to where Lucía is anxiously hovering behind the couch so that T.K. has space to work.

“Hey Sebastian,” T.K. says as he takes Carlos’ spot. “You know I’m a paramedic, right?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says, his voice small.

“Do you know what a paramedic does?”

“Help people feel better?”

T.K. smiles and nods. “That’s right. So let’s see if I can help you feel better, sound good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Awesome. Okay, I’m going to pull down the blanket and take a look. You tell me if anything hurts, all right?”

He gently pulls down the blanket and places his fingers on Sebastian’s wrist, looking at his watch while he does it. He pulls out a stethoscope he had in the car and listens to the little boy’s lungs, then takes his temperature with the thermometer Lucía has on the coffee table. He narrates quietly the entire time, letting Sebastian know what he’s doing as he does it.

“Okay, let’s see that belly,” he finally says with a smile.

He pulls up the top of Sebastian’s Power Rangers pajamas, talking to him softly while his hands palpate his abdomen. “You like Power Rangers huh? Which one is your favorite?”

“Red,” Sebastian says immediately. “He’s the head guy.”

“He is,” T.K. says. “I always liked the Green one though.”

Sebastian winces and makes a noise that breaks Carlos’ heart in half. T.K.’s hands immediately immediately stop. “Sorry buddy,” he says. “That hurt?”

Sebastian nods and T.K. gently puts his pajama shirt back into place. “I’m going to go talk to your mom and tío. You stay right here and make sure this couch doesn’t go anywhere, okay?”

He gets to his feet and nods toward the hallway where Carlos and Lucía follow him out of Sebastian’s earshot. “His pulse is a little fast and there is some tenderness in his abdomen,” T.K. says quietly. “That coupled with the fever and the lethargy is definitely concerning.”

Lucía puts her hand on Carlos’ arm and he covers it with his own in an attempt at reassurance. “So what should I do? Wait until the morning and see how he is? Give him more meds?” she asks.

“Considering his symptoms, I would recommend you take him to the ER,” T.K. says gently.

She blows out a breath as Carlos’ stomach drops. “Okay,” she says. “Okay um, okay. I’ll just wake up Nicholas and…”

“No, no, no,” Carlos says quickly. “No I’ll call Mom and ask her to come be with Nicky. I’ll stay until she gets here.”

“And I’ll go with you to the ER,” T.K. offers. “I can walk you through all the paperwork, field questions from the doctors, whatever you need.”

“Seriously?” Lucía looks teary eyed. “You’ll come?”

“Of course,” T.K. says. “Why don’t you go grab whatever might help keep him calm while we’re there? iPad or a book maybe. It could be a long wait.”

“Okay, right. Yes. Give me like five minutes and I’ll be ready,” she says, rushing off to go gather supplies.

“What are you thinking?” Carlos asks immediately.

T.K. has his neutral paramedic face on, but Carlos has learned to read between the lines. “I’m thinking it could be a number of things,” T.K. says. “Just a stomach bug maybe, but even if it is I think he’s dehydrated. And given his symptoms and the decline, I’m also worried about an impacted or perfed bowel or maybe even appendicitis.”

“How worried?” 

T.K. blows out a breath. “Worried enough that I wouldn’t wait until the morning to try and get him some treatment.”

His words unlock a whole new level of fear that Carlos has never experienced before, and it takes a lot for him to stay calm as he calls his mom and explains the situation. Lucía returns with a tote bag full of supplies and T.K. scoops up Sebastian, carrying him out to the car with Lucía on his heels. 

“Mom says she’ll be here in fifteen minutes. I’ll be right behind you,” Carlos promises as T.K. sets Sebastian gently in the backseat, pillowing his head on Lucía’s lap.

“Can you call Justin?” Lucía asks, looking like she’s barely holding it together. “He knows Sebby’s sick but I want him to know we’re heading to the ER.”

“Yes,” Carlos says. “I’ll call him as soon as I’m back inside.”

“Hey,” T.K. catches his eye as he climbs into the driver’s seat. “I’ve got them, okay?”

“I know you do,” Carlos says and then the door is shut and they’re gone, leaving him standing in the driveway, his heart in his stomach.

He trudges back into the house and sinks onto the couch, eyes glued to Nicholas’ sleeping form on the baby monitor. He’s not a parent, so why does this feel so awful?

It takes him a minute to emotionally prepare for this phone call and he has to take a deep breath before tapping Justin’s name on his screen. 

It rings and rings and then sends him to voicemail, so he tries again. And again. The third time, Justin finally picks up.

“Dude, if this is a butt dial I’m going to kill you,” his brother-in-law says groggily.

Carlos forgot that it’s nearly midnight on the east coast right now. “Justin,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady.

“What’s wrong? Are Lucía and the boys okay?” Justin immediately sounds more awake now that he’s heard Carlos’ voice.

“Everyone’s safe,” Carlos tells him quickly. “I’m at your place with Nicholas because Sebastian’s feeling worse. She and T.K. are on the way to the ER with him.”

There’s a pause, Carlos can practically feel Justin’s panic through the phone. “Okay, um, okay,” he finally says. “Shit, I’m in Atlanta. There won’t be any flights for hours…”

“My mom’s on her way here to stay with Nicholas,” Carlos says. “I’ll head to the hospital and keep you updated, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, um, thanks Carlos,” Justin says, sounding a little hoarse. “Please um, please tell them I love them, okay? And that I’ll be on the first flight out I can get.”

“I will.”

He hangs up just as the front door opens and his mom comes in. “Carlitos,” she says softly and he immediately gets up to hug her. “How is Sebby?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not sure. They probably just got to the ER, it could be hours before we know anything.”

“And Lucía?”

“She’s worried,” he says. 

“As are we all,” she says, empathy all over her face. “T.K. went with her?”

“Yeah, he said he’d help with things there.”

She smiles softly and touches his face. “You picked a good one mijo. Not every man would drop everything to help his boyfriend’s family.”

There’s a lump in Carlos throat and he struggles to speak past it. “I know.”

“You should get going.”

“Okay. Nicholas is asleep in his crib. I called Justin, he’s working on getting a flight back.”

She nods. “Keep me posted.”

“I will.”

The drive to the hospital is so lonely and silent that it makes each minute feel even longer beneath the glow of the streetlights. How on earth did he go from having dinner with his boyfriend to taking his nephew to the ER? It’s ridiculous. They should be home right now, cuddling on the couch or the bed, watching some stupid show that neither of them really cares about because what they’re actually interested in is making out with each other.

Instead he’s about to spend hours in a hard plastic chair praying that a six year old he loves dearly is going to be all right.

He’s so anxious to get there that he doesn’t realize until he’s through the doors that he has no idea where he’s going. Or even if they’re gong to let him stay. Surely they’re not going to let three adults hang out in the ER in the middle of the night when one would suffice. 

He forgot he has T.K. Strand in his corner.

“How can I help you?” the nurse asks when he steps up to the counter.

“I’m here for my nephew? Sebastian Bryant? He came in with my sister,” Carlos says, feeling awkward.

“Oh you’re Carlos,” she says immediately. “T.K.’s boyfriend.”

“I—yeah,” Carlos says, surprised by her familiarity.

“I’m Stella. It’s so nice to finally meet you, although I wish it wasn’t because your nephew’s in here. T.K. talks about you all the time.”

“He does?”

“Oh my god, try getting him to stop. Carlos this, my boyfriend that, and now I see why. You two are gorgeous together,” she says, flashing him a smile. “Here come with me. I’ll take you to them. Darlene? Can you cover the desk?”

Stella takes him down a hall, past the general area of the ER to a more closed off section. It’s not a room, but it’s quieter here, and Carlos can hear T.K.’s voice even before Stella pulls back the curtain to reveal him.

“Found someone who belongs to you,” Stella says.

T.K.’s eyes find him, soft and relieved. “Hey, I was just about to text you an update. Thanks so much Stella.”

“No problem. I’m going to check and see where we’re at with the tests and then I’ll be back.”

“How’s it going?” Carlos asks quietly.

Sebastian is asleep in the bed, an IV in his arm and Fuzzy tucked in beside him. Lucía is sitting in a chair next to him, his little fingers curled around hers.

“They’re going to take him for a CT as soon as one opens up,” she says quietly. “He was crying when we got here, but they gave him some pain medication and he fell asleep like ten minutes ago.”

“Good,” Carlos says in relief. It feels so much better to know that there are people actively working to help Sebastian. “Nicholas is with Mom, he was still asleep when I left. And Justin’s getting on the first flight he can in the morning.”

“Okay.”

Lucía’s face crumples and she immediately puts her hands over her mouth to stifle a sob. T.K. looks at Carlos. “I’m going to go grab us some coffee,” he says, slipping discreetly out of the room.

Carlos squats down by his sister’s chair and puts a hand on her knee. She immediately covers it with her own and squeezes. “I’m sorry,” she says. “He just—he’s so little. He was so scared when we got here, it’s so bright and they put in the IV and he cried and I just, I need Justin to be here, because I am not strong enough for this.”

“He’s coming,” Carlos says. “He’s coming as fast as he can. And until he does I’m here, all right? I’m here with you and Mom is with Nicholas. Sebastian is going to be fine. He’s scared, but you’re taking such great care of him. You are an amazing mom. You’re doing everything right.”

She nods a couple times, clearly trying to internalize his words before taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes. “You know um, T.K. is pretty amazing too,” she tells him, wiping at her eyes. “I thought we’d be here for hours before we got answers, but he called ahead in the car and that nurse, Stella, was waiting for us. As soon as we were in the door they were drawing blood and starting tests. It’s like they rolled out the red carpet.” She nods toward the doorway. “Not everyone would do that kind of thing for someone they barely know.”

“That’s T.K.,” Carlos says, warmth blooming through his chest at her words. “He’s…incredible.”

“You know, I already liked him a lot, but now…” She quirks a smile. “You’d better hold onto him.”

Carlos nods, heart fluttering away in his chest. “That’s the plan.”

T.K. comes back with coffee right about the same time someone shows up to take Sebastian for his CT scan. He’s unhappy to be woken up, but mollified when Carlos promises to take him for ice cream once a week for the next month. 

The nurse is incredible, telling Sebastian he’s going to go on a ride in a spaceship, although that does nothing to help Carlos’ heart when they start the sedation and he watches Sebastian’s eyelids flutter shut, his body going limp in a weirdly unnatural way. He’s gone for over an hour, all of them sipping tepid hospital coffee in a desperate attempt not to fall asleep as the clock ticks later and later. 

When the orderly returns with him he’s completely zonked out and Carlos hopes he’ll stay that way. It’s not long after that an ER doctor shows up and informs them that the CT scan is indicating appendicitis, despite Sebastian’s slightly atypical presentation of symptoms. Lucía takes the news better than Carlos thought she might, she’s clearly relieved to have an answer and a defined course of action, even if it does mean a surgery they’re told is being scheduled for the early hours of the morning. Someone will be by soon to get them admitted and transferred to a room for the night.

“You guys should go home” she says. “You’ve done more than enough, really. He’s just going to sleep until it’s time for surgery and they’re not going to let you come into the room with us anyway.”

“Don’t worry about them kicking us out,” T.K. says immediately. “If you want us to stay that won’t be a problem.”

She smiles at him. “You’ve done more than enough tonight. I’ll be fine. I promise. Go home and get some sleep.”

Carlos is reluctant to leave her, but she’s right. There’s no point in staying when it’s so late and nothing is going to happen until morning anyway. The moment of crisis is past and now there’s nothing to do but wait.

“I’ll come back in the morning for his surgery,” Carlos says.

“You don’t have to—“ She must catch the look of determination in his eyes because she cuts herself off and nods. “Okay. Thank you.”

He stands and she meets him with a brief hug before she turns to T.K. “I really can’t thank you enough. I don’t think I would have made it tonight without you T.K.,” she says.

“Yes you would have,” he says graciously. “But I’m glad I could help. If anything changes in the night you have my number, don’t be afraid to call.”

“I will.” 

Carlos can’t help but notice that T.K. gets a slightly longer hug than he did and the warm feeling in his chest only intensifies. He reaches for T.K.’s hand as they head out into the hall and T.K. gives him a tired smile in return. “Oh, hang on one second,” he says as they pass the nurses station, letting go of Carlos’ hand. “I’ll be right back.”

He jogs over and flashes that winning smile again at the nurse who’s there, not Stella this time, and chats with her for a minute before returning to Carlos’ side. “What was that about?” Carlos asks, interlacing their fingers together again.

“I just wanted to make sure they put Sebastian in a private room,” T.K. says. “They have the space, Natalie says it won’t be a problem.”

“Natalie huh?” Carlos says as they exit the automatic doors and head for the darkened parking structure. “She also falls victim to your beautiful eyes and charming smile?”

“Victim?” T.K. scoffs. “No one is a victim. I have paid for these hospital perks with dozens of coffees and donuts and muffins and even the occasional Target run. This is just good natured southern kindness being returned.”

Carlos laughs out loud. “Right. Not a single bit of it has to do with your innate charm and that smile that brings people to their knees and makes them feel like they’re only person you’ve ever cared about.”

“I mean, it had to start somewhere,” T.K. says, flashing him that exact smile. “But we’ve come a long way since then.”

“Well thank you,” Carlos says, meaning it from the bottom of his heart. “I honestly I don’t how to say thank you enough. My family is…they’re so important to me and I…”

“Hey.” T.K. tugs him to a stop and meets his gaze under the half light of the parking garage. “They’re important to me too.”

The drive home is blessedly short and they fall into bed exhausted at around midnight only to wake up again at five to head back over to the hospital. Carlos tells T.K. he doesn’t have to come, but the look he gets shuts him up immediately. T.K. is clearly invested. 

They stop for coffee on the way, real, decent coffee, and some bagels, plus a cake pop for Sebastian after surgery. 

He gets a text update as they’re pulling up to the hospital again; Justin is on a flight and should get there by the time the surgery is over. It’s a relief to know his sister will have her support to lean on again in the near future. 

Once they arrive Carlos sits back and watches in wonder as T.K. works his magic. Someone shows up to give Sebastian not one, not two, but three different stuffed toys along with a coloring pack and some Hot Wheels cars. T.K. sits down on his bed and explains the whole surgery in terms a six year old an understand, and when the time comes, Sebastian is whisked off without a single tear.

He’s seen T.K. at work before, but this is an entirely different level of incredible. He knows almost every nurse, every doctor, every orderly that they see, and if he doesn’t, by the time they leave he’s made them feel like an old friend. People can’t seem to do enough for him. 

Justin gets there about twenty minutes after the surgery starts, exhausted and haggard looking, his collared shirt buttoned the wrong way and his hair looking like he didn’t even comb it. T.K. somehow procures fresh, non-cafeteria coffee for him, whispering something about the doctor’s lounge, as well as a banana and a granola bar. 

Everything goes exactly as expected and soon enough the doctor is back to let them know that Sebastian was a champ during surgery and they expect a quick recovery. Lucía and Justin head back to wait with him until the sedation wears off, while Carlos and T.K. continue hanging out in the waiting room until Sebastian can have more visitors.

When Carlos hears a loud commotion behind him, he knows without even looking that reinforcements have arrived. Adriana and Francesca have shown up with more balloons than a circus, a gigantic stuffed bear, and several bags of god only knows what else. “Oh my god, Cesca don’t let them float away,” Adriana is saying as they try and get through the automatic doors that keep closing before all the balloons can make it through.

“I’m not!” Francesca snaps back. “It’s the stupid doors! You could like try to help!”

“With what hands?” Adriana cries, her arms full of stuffed bear.

“Ah, perfect,” Carlos says weakly, looking at T.K. who is already smiling at his sister and cousin’s antics.

“Carlos! Get over here!” Francesca barks and he stands with a sigh, going to help her get in the doorway. 

“Hello, good morning, how are you guys doing?” Carlos prompts as he grabs the brightly colored strings and yanks them inside, the balloons bopping along behind and nearly smacking an elderly woman in the face.

“I mean you’re both awake and have coffee, so I assume you’re fine,” she tells him as she plonks into a seat across from T.K.

“Yeah, geez, way to make our nephew’s surgery about you,” Adriana says with a roll of her eyes. 

Carlos doesn’t bother to remind her that technically Sebastian is a cousin to her, not a nephew; labels other than “familia” ceased to have any meaning to them long ago. “So what’s the deal? Is he okay?” Francesca asks.

“The surgery went well,” T.K. says. “Sebastian’s appendix didn’t rupture, so the chances of infection are low. He should be able to head home in a day or so.”

“Phew. Poor little dude. This sucks,” Francesca says.

“But he’s okay,” Adriana says. “That’s what’s important. Everyone is okay. And all his friends are going to be very jealous when he gets back to school.”

She opens one of the bags and pulls out a tray of something that immediately fills the air with the scent of tomatoes and cheese. “Why do you have tamales?” Carlos asks. “It’s ten am.”

“Because Mom told us to go by the house and bring them over,” Francesca says. “She doesn’t, and I quote, ‘want anyone eating that hospital garbage, it will rot their stomachs.’”

“Sounds like your mom,” T.K. says with a cheeky smile as he reaches for one of the tamales. 

“We also have…taquitos, mac and cheese for Sebastian, and…arroz con pollo,” Francesca says, checking the other bags. 

“Your mom just had this all on hand?” T.K. asks, his mouth full.

“Tía Andrea always has everything on hand,” Adriana says.

Despite his initial scoffing, by the time Justin comes back an hour later to tell them Sebastian is up for visitors, Carlos has eaten three tamales, half a dozen taquitos, and a plateful of arroz con pollo. Apparently hospitals make him hungry. They’ve also fed four nurses and an orderly that T.K. knows, and they haven’t even put a dent in what’s there. 

Justin looks a little less of a mess now, he’s clearly spent some time in front of a mirror and his shirt is buttoned the right way now. He’s smiling in spite of the tiredness in his eyes, which widen in delight at the sight of the food. “Oh thank god for Andrea,” he says, immediately reaching for a taquito. 

“Hey, how do you know it wasn’t us?” Adriana asks, clearly offended.

Justin fixes her with a look and she shrugs. “I mean, yeah it was Tía Andrea, but we’re the ones that brought it over here,” she says.

“Thank you for your service,” Justin says around a mouthful.

“How’s Sebastian?” Francesca asks.

“Better than Lucía or me,” he says. “He says it barely hurts and he’s very excited to have a cool scar.” He looks at T.K. “Apparently you’ve really made this hospital experience feel like a vacation T.K.”

“I’m just glad he’s doing all right,” T.K. says. 

“Can we see him?” Carlos asks. 

“Yeah,” Justin says. “Lucí sent me to get you all.”

“Well then let’s get this party moved!” Francesca says, closing up the tupperware with incredible speed built from years of cleaning up house parties and hiding the evidence before their parents got home.

They make quite a parade marching through the pediatric wing of the hospital with balloons and bears and food galore. But then, the Reyes clan usually does. They’re not exactly known for being a calm and quiet bunch.

Sebastian is sitting up in bed eating a popsicle, looking like the happiest human alive even with an IV in his arm and stitches in his side. “Sebby!” Francesca says happily. “You’re looking good there buddy!”

“You brought me balloons?” he asks as Lucía quickly rescues his popsicle, which is in danger of falling to the floor.

“We brought you balloons and a bear and macaroni and cheese from Abuela,” Adriana tells him.

“Can I have mac and cheese right now?” he asks Lucía.

“Let’s maybe wait until after the doctor comes by again,” she says.

“But then I can have it? And the ice cream Tío Carlos promised me?”

It gets a chuckle from everyone in the room. 

The women start to fuss, setting up the balloons and bear in the best possible place, but Carlos’ eyes are on T.K. who is not-so-subtly checking out all the monitors and lines, ensuring that things are exactly as they should be. God, he loves this man. He loves him more than he thought he could ever love a human being.

“Well this looks like a party!” A man whose name tag identifies him as Dr. Nguyen, comes into the room, iPad in hand. Carlos assumes this must be the surgeon. “Sebastian who are all these fine people who came to visit you?”

“This is my Tía Cesca and my Tía Adriana. They brought me balloons,” Sebastian says, pointing to them in turn. 

“Well that’s very nice.”

“And that’s my Tío Carlos,” Sebastian says.

“Oh, is this the Tío you were telling me about? The one who’s a paramedic and helped you feel better?”

“No, my Tío Carlos is just a police officer,” Sebastian says. “My Tío T.K. is the one who’s a paramedic.” He turns his head to look at where T.K. is standing next to his IV pole. “Paramedics help people feel better. Right Tío?”

T.K. freezes for a second, his eyes locking with Carlos’. “Um, yeah,” he says finally. “Yes, that’s right. Paramedics help people. And then doctors help them even more.”

“Yeah, Dr. Nguyen took my appendix out,” Sebastian says. He looks the doctor square in the face. “My mom says you have to tell me if I can have mac and cheese or not.”

Dr. Nguyen laughs. “I can do that. Let’s give you a little check up and see.”

“We’ll give you some privacy,” Francesca says, which is hilarious given that she hasn’t let anyone have a single minute of privacy since the day she was born.

They step out into the hall, Adriana and Francesca immediately abandoning T.K. and Carlos to go look for hot doctors. Carlos runs a hand through his curls and looks at where his boyfriend is leaning up against the wall. “Well I guess we know who his new favorite tío is,” he says.

T.K. looks up, uncharacteristically nervous. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. You’re not just a police officer.”

Carlos chuckles. “Oh I’m sure he meant it exactly like that. Tío Carlos is just a tío who wrestles and gives him ice cream. Tío T.K. saves lives. You made an impression.”

T.K. blushes. “I’m glad I could help.” His gaze softens. “I can’t believe he called me tío.”

And despite the fact that no one in the family has ever referred to T.K. that way before, Carlos isn’t surprised in the least. “Is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” T.K. says quickly. “Yeah I—as long as you and your family are okay with it. I don’t…I wouldn’t want him to be confused.”

“He’s not confused.” Carlos’ words are soft and he reaches down, intertwining their fingers. “I don’t think anybody is confused anymore about why you’re so important to me.”

T.K. meets his gaze and Carlos feels like he can see all the way into the vulnerability at the core of this man who came here so broken and lost, and is just starting to figure out how vital he is to everyone around him. Carlos leans in and their lips meet, soft and sweet. It’s not enough to really say thank you, he’s not sure he can ever truly find a way, but in this moment he knows he’ll try. Everyday for the rest of his life if he needs to.

The door to Sebastian’s room opens and Carlos reluctantly pulls back, keeping their hands firmly clasped even when T.K. starts to pull away a little. “Bad news,” Lucía says. “Mac and cheese is off the table until tomorrow. T.K., he would like to know if you have any connections that can get him jello instead. But only the red kind. Not the green.”

“Absolutely,” T.K. says, already pulling out his phone to send a text. “Red jello coming right up.”

Carlos shakes his head and smiles as they reenter the room, Sebastian’s face lighting up when he sees T.K. again. Carlos has always thought T.K. seemed like magic. And now everyone else can see it too.

[cosmicsnowleopardcrusader]

Horrendous nightmares!! I was visiting uncle Rich n Bunny in Italy, I first went to visit Jenna in Greece, forgot my bag, it finally came, then forgot my passport, that finally came. We went out the first night, I blacked out and the same night Jenna and I were supposed to deep free dive, but I was so tired and exhausted. I ended up still going, I jumped in, went deep, then realized I needed to turn back around to go back towards the surface bc my breathe wasn't great. I started to panic bc in the dream I couldn't move quick, I was like stuck in jello and couldn't get to the surface. But i started breathing and could breathe underwater naturally it turned out. I finally make it back to the surface. I wake up the next morning about to head back to America when my cousins said they wanted to extend our trip, go to Russia instead of back to America. I said awesome, but I didn't have my passport so u for rich drive us all the way to Russia. Then I forgot my bag in Italy. I felt sooo stressed the whooole time. The car ride to Russia was really vivid and beautiful but scary. The roads on the side of the mountains were narrow and steep... if you were to go around the bend too fast you'd break the fence and tumble right down into the big ocean. The water was extremely blue, like Lake Michigan blue. The vegetation was beautiful greens, with many different trees, different leaf types. Then k remember it was just rich n I in the car, he was driving us in a huuuuge pickup truck that felt way too big for the road and city we were in. I remember thinking... why is everyone in this country driving humongous trucks and cars when it's not needed??! I really trusted Rich's driving though, I felt safe at first. Then we almost died 4-5 times in the car... almost getting hit, almost driving off the side, i was stressed bc rich was the mayor of this town and he had to wave at everyone and turn his head at every stoplight to say hi to people without watching the road. then at one point bunny was driving, parked the truck at this lakefront that looked like lakeshore drive cement beach, but it has waaaay deeper, steeper, wider, bigger, more steps down to the massive body of water that felt like an ocean. Bunny puts the e break on so we don't slide into the ocean and gets out to run her errand, all the sudden my cousins and i start feeling the truck slipping downhill and like a quick mud slide, we slid right into the ocean, I remember thinking... I've almost died 5 times now, im terrified of everything here, but we're still alive somehow. The car going down was slow motion for me. I couldn't believe we were gonna die by drowning in a car in the deep ocean. But then we managed to stay on the land down at the bottom of the cement stairs and we survived. I felt like I could've died 100 times in that dream.

The first song that came into my head when I woke up was Born to Die by Lana del Ray. I can’t even make this shit up.

[lowpolyskeletonz]

I also just realised that stoplight anon is most likely Darnold herself! She talked about using a disguise during the intermission and stoplight was acting weirdly and using orange text Sooo.

Posting this while I panic over the poor wizard-

This puzzle has the colours of the sprite backgrounds!

I also noticed that all the letters are either red and yellow or red and orange... Wonder if that means anything!

Another thing pointed out to me is that, if spotlight didn't KILL THE WIZARD, the last 2 coords would've been 4'3 and 2'1. A countdown....

Wonder what this all means...

(also tagging @operator-boardd because they're also theorists of Rry2k and I admire their theory work so much. Please look at my theories guys-/silly)

[lillybean730]

who's your favorite guys from the coral highlands and the rotten vale !! I can't get into MH for some reason but I really like the beast designs :]

oh hell yea! it's sooo hard to pick my favs bc they all have different roles they play in the ecosystem there and that part of mhw is my absolute favorite and im sad the newest game kinda pulled back on the ecology part...

but! to answer your question i will pick 2 from each zone starting with the coral highlands:

paolumu!

i love this funny bat it's such a goofy design. paolumu is an ovivore (egg eater) with an armored tail and of course, an inflatable neck. i assume it's primarily a threat display since it only happens during fights iirc, but i can't recall if anyone says that in the game. it has a subspecies called nightshade paolumu that has eyespots on the neck which supports my statement :p

namielle!

it's a big deep sea themed dragon, how could i not love her!! she's an elder dragon, which is a type of monster in mh that doesn't exactly have to play by the rules of biology that other monsters sometimes do. she can control water for... some reason... and produces electricity... somehow... (probably something like an electric eel tbh) i just love her design and i cant find a gif of it but when she takes off she looks like a jellyfish swimming through the air <3 unfortunately i have never fought her bc i am so sucks at video games 😔

rotten vale time!

odogaron!

clifford the big red bitch! (ignore that the gif is in the highlands they like to wander) world's angriest dog, the skill "intimidation" has no effect on them, they will fight anyone who crosses their path, even opponents twice their size

primarily a scavenger on the corpses that fall from the highlands to the rotten vale (bc it's modeled after whale falls <3) and a relentless opponent with two sets of claws to fuck your shit up love this guy

vaal hazak!

another elder dragon and also my son crump who has every disease <3 another scavenger like odogaron but this guy takes it a bit further, that "skin" you see hanging off him? that's from the corpses in the big pile of rotting carcasses he likes to sleep in. he also has some symbiotic relationship to a gas in the vale called "effluvium". it isn't well explained but it kinda infects people? and vaal can suck it in and shoot it out as an attack? and if you're afflicted by it he drains your health by sucking it out? weird stuff

he's also inspired by a deep sea fish called the stoplight loosejaw, very cool stuff (fish on the left, vaal on the right)

honorable mention to wigglers

look at them

[librathefangirl]

Libra Watches 911 Lone Star - 4x01

And we are back! Finally.

Some of my thoughts and feelings under the cut! Spoilers!

Oh here we go here we go! I've missed them all so much. Seriously. I'm like... vibrating right now 😅

Judd gesturing TK over and being like "you're daddy okay?" 😂 Also I've missed these two together!

Aw man, my sister is not gonna like this episode. She hates frogs 😅 Can't wait to watch it with her 😈 Call it payback for the laughs she had during that whole spider thing in OG 911 season 5. Ugh...

So Carlos really is married to Iris? Man... I need to process this 😅 (I was gonna add my thoughts on this at the bottom but it got kinda long and rambly, so I'll put that in a separate post for anyone curious)

Did y'all see how happy TK got when Carlos said there was an open spot in 8 weeks? 🥺 Man's so smitten and just wanna marry his man

😂 I'm loving how they're all like 1 in a million? So that's happening.

Okay, so Owen's in a biker gang? That he met a stoplight? And he sees no issue with this? This is gonna bite you in the ass Owen. But kudos to Judd for being a good concerned friend! I do really love Owen and Judd's dynamic and friendship.

Oh fuck oh fuck nope nope nope! This is giving me sooo much anxiety. You have to force me up in ferris wheel on a good day - so this is like literally my worst nightmare.

Oh okay. Drowning in a porta-potty? Now that's a nightmare I have never even considered before 😅

Eww! "Maybe I'll treat you both just to be safe" I love Tommy 😂

Omg he really shoved her! 😂😂 I mean good move but also I can't believe he just did that 😂 I like him

Carlos to the rescue! Sorta 😅

"We're recently divorced." "Oh!" Oooh 👀 "Saw that!" 😂 I love Nancy so much. Also same queen!

"Play-date or a date-date?" Oh, he's smooth! "I'm good with either one." Loving this! Tommy deserves a frog prince me thinks.

Omg! Iris! Aww, she looks so good and happy! (Really happy they gave her that!)

Oh snap! That slap tho 😅 "Coffee?" 😂

Okay, I love Iris! I didn't really have any strong opinion of her back in season 1, but so far I'm really liking her this season.

"Always good to have one of those in the family." 😂

Ooh Iris and TK meeting? Not gonna lie, I'm intrigued. (Just as long as this doesn't create drama and whatnot with Tarlos, pls?)

Oh shit! Owen what have you gotten yourself into now?!

Aww Charlie! 🥰

ffs! I missed like 70% of that church scene because my stream bugged out... Got it working again right in time to see the FBI lady show up at Owen's.

So, I say this again: Owen what hell have you gotten yourself into this time??

[sweetmotherof]

Haikyuu Fics: The Classics™️ (pt 2)

PART 1

I already thought of more, and I didn’t want my first part to be super long, so here is a part 2!! I’ll probably make another couple of parts because I know I missed some. So again, please comment if you have any recommendations for me to add, it’s highly appreciated. Also, just some housekeeping, please mind the tags and go give the authors some love and support!! I hope you guys enjoy!! (My summaries are super bad for this one so just look at the summaries for the work or ask ahah id be happy to elaborate)

*contains nsfw fics, so please read the tags*

⭑=my faves

TSUKKIYAMA

~quick deanpendragon spam (they are the mastermind of tsukkiyama fics read all of their stuff pls)~

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon

M, 74.4k words

This is the classiccccc slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn through high school fic. With an amazing plot, beautiful writing, and stunning characterization, if you like Tsukkiyama at all, you should literally just read it. It’s just....perfect.

the certain things we lack by deanpendragon⭑

M, 89.6k words

AHHHHHHHH STOP DON’T TALK TO ME IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THIS. no no no it’s so good like should be published good. It’s Kei-centric, and him and Yamaguchi are so <333 ugh i can’t stop. High school au, canon compliant, getting together yeah yeah yeah but the writing is.....i’m speechless it’s so good. Something about it connected with my soul and the writing, i can’t stop the writing is so good. If you like to read, like you just appreciate the art of literature, read this read this read this. 

blue summer sky by deanpendragon⭑

T, 32k words

Deanpendragon, take all of my money. You deserve it after this one because, oh, oh MY GOD it’s so good. Yamaguchi working in a pet store. Tsukishima working in a music store. Right next to each other. STOP READ IT NOW YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. It’s Yamaguchi’s POV and his like stream of thoughts is SO relatable oh my god. It’s too good. This is hands down one of my fave fics so,,,,, u should read it. Also, it’s a series so, thank you for that one.

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Stoplights by 5yenwish(iamacamera)

E, 48.6k words

Something about Tsukkiyama authors, I would literally ask the president to get you ppl published because JESUS we do not deserve these works for free. I mean, this is just Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and Karasuno being VULGAR and hilarious, and it’s like,,,,you have to have a certain type of humor to enjoy this. If you don’t like sex jokes AVOID this fic, but I loved this SO MUCH. The writing, ughhhhhh the writing is horrifyingly good. I kinda just really want to pay this author money because you made my life smmm better. On Hiatus tho,, probs forever so <//3 STILL READ IT

MATSUHANA

boiled frogs by reginagalaxia⭑

E, 91.5k words, cw: EMOTIONAL ABUSE, mental health issues that come with that

SAD BOY HOURS ughhh. This fic is so angsty and hurt so bad to read,,,,,,but so,,,,goood. Of course it’s depressing, it’s Hanamaki, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi watching Matsukawa be in an emotionally abusive relationship, all the while Hanamaki is in love with him,,,, eyeroll it’s very hard to watch. But, the writing is amazing, the plot is painful but good, so if you’re considering, you definitely should read.

rated m for by orphan_account

T, 10.6k words

Voice acting au. The most beautiful voice acting au ever. I love Matsukawa and I love Hanamaki, and you should definitely read this because it’s so funny. The writing is so good, the plot is so funny, and I love to laugh my ass off and this fic is funny lol. They act in a BL even though they hate each other. PLS READ IT AHAHHAH.

plus one by orphan_account

G, 6.1k words

This is the cutest lil getting together fic that so adorably fluffy it hurts. If you want to come down from, oh let’s say boiled frogs ahahhaha plug (look above lol), this fic will literally rot your insides with how cute it is. It’s quick, easy, and a fun time at a wedding, so if you just want some matsuhana for bedtime or something like that (?? what am i saying lol) then I definitely recomeend this one.

DAISUGA

Open Tab by Mooifyourecows⭑

E, 541.5k words, cw: anxiety, breakdowns (not that bad, but some parts made me feel a bit on edge so I thought I’d let u all know)

The longest fic I’ve read, and worth every second. I BINGED this mf, like in a couple of days lol and it’s so good. Artist Suga, bartender Daichi, gay panic and basically all of the other main haikyuu characters lol,,,,, read it if that sounds interesting. I think this is probably the staple Haikyuu longfic, so you should definitely check it out at one point or another. Also, it’s SO funny and the writing is rlly good. Oh, and it’s a SLOW BURNNN.

bell, book, and candle by skittidyne

M, 762.9k words, cw: blood, swearing, violence, minor body horror, death, anxiety/anxiety attacks/panic attack (part of the author’s warning)

I’ve seen so many people recommend this one, so I thought I’d include it in this recommendation, even though it’s focused around a lot of the ships, not just daisuga. It’s a supernatural hunter fic, and even just the summary is super captivating and interesting. If you like fantasy, mythology, or anything of the demons and magic sort, you should definitely check this one out. There is also some ~~magical~~ romance.

Cardboard Castles by valiantarmor

M, 18k words, cw: homophobia, mental strain that comes with homelessness

For the sake of your guys’ brains, I included this shorter fic that you could definitely complete in a short amount of time. Basically, this is about coffee barista Daichi, and how he meets Suga, who is secretly homeless. And romance blooms, of course. I definitely recommend this one if you want a short, kind of angsty, but happy ending read.

KYOUHABA

Police Dog by surveycorpsjean⭑

E, 34.9k words

This fic is so so sooo good. I usually stray away from like shifter, werewolf type fics, but this one handles the trope so so so well. I love the kyouhaba dynamic and this fic exemplifies it without making it too cliche. The premise of the fic is Kyoutani is a dog shifter and Yahaba is a police officer. I really had a great time reading this and I definitely think that you should check it out ahhah.

Close to the Chest by darkmagicalgirl

T, 61.1k words, cw: HOMOPHOBIA LIKE BAD (not violent but very internalized and prevalent) 

Yahaba and his self-acceptance journey,,,,ughhhh im crying. This fic is vvvery emotional and filled with angsty self-hatred that makes me :(((. but BUT its worth it because watching him grow :’) and find love in Kyoutani. it’s very warm and happy at the end. If you want a CLASSIC coming of age set in high school and very gay so <33 pls check it out. The plot and writing are really well done and it is a work of art srsly.

[seongsangi]

i think about you

pairing: jaemin x reader

summary: you may or may not have a slight thing for your roommate jaemin, where will things go from here 👀

word count: 6.3k

warnings: drinking (stay responsible!! and always!! get consent!!)

It's 2 am and you can't sleep. How could you when your roommate has brought home another girl to fuck, knowing your walls are thin as hell? You think they're being extra loud on purpose to get on your nerves and it's working. You're tired and frustrated with Jaemin, can he not do this at her place? This is the second time he's done it, and you told him after the first time that he should respect your wishes to sleep peacefully, especially since you live here too.

You can't lay in bed and listen to this bullshit any more, so you throw the covers off angrily and walk down the hallway, banging on his door. "Can y'all please shut the fuck up!" The moans and groans coming from his room come to a halt and you're glad they got the message. As you turn on your heels to head back to your room, a half dressed girl comes running out of his room and shoves past you, almost knocking you over. She heads for the door before you can even see her face. You turn to look at Jaemin, covering the lower half of his body with his sheets. He's shirtless and sweaty, which would look good on any other day but you're too mad at him to think of him in that way.

"Oh shit, I didn't know you were home, I'm so sorry Y/N," he apologizes. He thought you were spending the night at your friend's house.

"I'm going tomorrow night dumbass. Do you bring someone home every time I'm not here?" you ask, hands on your hips.

"Maybe not every night," he responds, unable to look you in the eye. You scoff and head back to your room, finally able to get some sleep. You snuggle under the covers but feel your phone vibrate from a text.

jaemin [2:30 am] Are you mad at me?

you [2:30 am] yes

jaemin [2:31 am] You weren't home when I got here, I swear I didn't know you came back :(

you [2:33 am] ok i guess

jaemin [2:36 am] Sooo, there's a party my friend is throwing Saturday night, wanna go?

you [2:38 am] ... yes

jaemin [2:39 am] <3

The next morning, you're no longer mad at Jaemin. You did come home after him so you can't blame him for not knowing. You make your way into the kitchen to pour yourself some cereal. As you turn around, you almost drop the entire bowl when you run into Jaemin.

"Can you put some damn clothes on?" you huff, annoyed that he wasn't watching where he's going but even more annoyed at yourself for getting a little warm in the cheeks seeing him in only a towel, fresh out the shower.

"What, not like you haven't seen me like this before," he responds, grabbing some water out of the fridge.

That's true, but you wish he would cover up sometimes. Most days you don't bat an eye, but some days you can't deny that he looks good enough for you to swoon over him. He has to know what he's doing when he waltzes around the place shirtless so often, it's like he wants you to stare at him. You take a bite of your cereal instead of responding, not knowing what to say back.

"I know you like it," he teases with a wink, rushing back to his room before you can hit him. You hate to admit that you do. As much as he gets on your nerves, he's still fine as hell and you've caught yourself fantasizing about him more than a few times when you're together. You imagine how his lips would feel on yours, kissing you til you're out of breath. Or how his lips would feel on your neck, leaving hickies as he moves down to your chest, nipping and biting on your breasts, tongue ghosting over your nipples. Or how his hands would feel on your thighs, inching closer and closer to where he makes you tingle the most. You imagine him with that annoyingly hot smirk on his face, asking you if you want him. You think about how he'd feel underneath you as you straddle his waist, grinding your hips on him. The thought of it all makes you extremely hot and bothered.

You quickly finish your cereal and hurry to your room. If you can't get the thought of Jaemin pleasuring you out of your mind, you might as well do something about it. You need some kind of relief, and you sure as hell weren't about to ask him to help you with it. You'd die of embarrassment if he knew you lusted over him sometimes.

You keep a small box of toys in your bottom drawer, locked with a key so pesky little Jaemin can't stumble upon it if he were ever in your room. You pull out your favorite lavender bullet vibrator, glad that it's pretty quiet but oh does it get the job done wonderfully. You spread your legs, imagining Jaemin is kneeling between them. Your hands run up your body, fondling your breasts, imagining his hands in place of yours. You close your eyes and bite your lip, trying to be as silent as possible so he doesn't hear you from his room. Your fingers slide underneath your shorts, circling your clit slowly, feeling how wet you are even through your panties. This is what he does to you and he doesn't even know. You pinch your nipple, wishing Jaemin was here to bite on your sensitive bud.

When your imagination gets to be too much, you discard your shorts and panties, turning on the vibrator and gliding it along your core, gathering your wetness. Pressing it lightly to your clit, you turn it up to your favorite setting, letting the vibrations take over your body. You let out a small moan, which you doubt he could hear but you turn on some music anyway on your speaker, not wanting to take any chances. Your toes curl as the stimulation on your clit sends tingles up and down your spine, thinking about Jaemin pressing soft kisses to your core. You slide the vibrator in yourself, moving it in and out slowly as if it was his fingers in you.

jaemin [10:12 am] Turn your music down I'm trying to study.

you [10:15 am] since when do u study??

jaemin [10:16 am] I'm trying to ace this exam before I party hard on Saturday

you [10:18 am] oh ok, sorry good luck u can do it :)

You throw your phone back on the bed beside you, letting the thoughts of him flood your mind again. You imagine how cute he would look sitting at his desk, brows furrowed because he's stuck on a question. You imagine yourself distracting him from his studies, running your hands along his chest from behind the chair and nuzzling your face in his neck, kissing every inch of him, leaving hickies for everyone to see. You love the thought of marking him, letting the world know he's yours. He'd tell you to quit but you don't want to leave him alone. You think about how sexy it would be when he gets frustrated at you, pushing you against the desk and giving you his undivided attention that you crave so much. The vibrator is sending you into overdrive, pulsing against your clit as you think of all the ways you want Jaemin to use your body. Your high washes over you and a long drawn out moan escapes from your lips. After you calm down from your orgasm, you check your phone again, throwing it away from you in embarrassment when you see the notification.

jaemin [10:30 am] Wow, I love that song you're playing, what's it called?

Saturday night comes by and you're waiting for Jaemin to finish getting ready so you can head to the party. You're wearing an all black outfit: long-sleeve mesh sparkly shirt with a VS lace bra underneath and your favorite skort with a slit, loving the way it hugs your figure perfectly. You have on your favorite dramatic lashes and a bold red lip for a pop of color. You look and feel good about yourself, wanting to dress up a bit since you haven't been to a party in a while. As you scroll through your phone aimlessly, you're getting impatient waiting for him.

"Jaemin hurry up!" you yell at him from the kitchen. He comes out of his room in an all black outfit too, looking delectable in those tight jeans. "You look hot," he wolf whistles at you. You flip your hair and respond with a cocky "I know."

"Why are you matching me?" he checks you out as he opens the door for you. You scoff, "I was ready before you so technically you're matching me."

You climb in the driver's seat, opting to take your car instead of his. Jaemin directs you to his friend's house and you turn up the music, cruising along the dimly lit streets. As you continue driving, you can sense Jaemin stealing glances at you every once in a while. When you come to a stoplight, you turn your head to look at him. He doesn't look away like you thought he would. He's eating you up with such an intense gaze, it makes you a bit shy, body temperature rising.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Cause you look good," he responds, resting his elbow on the console, leaning in too close for comfort. You can't stop the smile that forms on your face, enjoying the simple compliment from him. You hold your hand up in front of his face, blocking yourself from his view as the light turns green. He pushes it back down, wanting to keep looking at you. His hand doesn't let go of yours, though. He traces small circles on your hand, his light touch making you tense up. You don't know why he's acting this way but you don't pull your hand back. The car ride is silent after that except for the music playing.

When you reach the house, you can tell there's a lot of people already here just by the number of cars parked along the street. Jaemin seems to know everyone he comes across, while you only recognize a few faces. You follow behind him, exchanging greetings with his friends.

"Jaeminnnn, glad you could make it bro," one of his friends turns his gaze to you, happy to see a new face. "And who is this beautiful lady?" He shoves Jaemin aside, clearly more interested in you.

Jaemin pushes his way back between the two of you, "This is Y/N."

"I'm Jeno, nice to meet you." He extends a hand and you shake it. "Do you guys want a drink?" You shake your head, telling him you're driving tonight. Jaemin doesn't waste any time following Jeno into the kitchen where they start mixing drinks. You try to maneuver your way through so many people, finding a seat at the kitchen counter where the two guys are.

"I made an A on that exam I told you about so I get to celebrate now," he winks at you, raising his red cup to do a cheers with Jeno.

"Aw, see I told you you could do it," smiling at him, resting your elbows on the counter and leaning forward. Jaemin glances at your chest, noticing the way your arms are pushing your breasts together. You don't realize it and take a look around at all the busy bodies chatting with each other. You're always doing that to him, so oblivious to the way you make him feel even from a simple act like that.

Jeno whispers in Jaemin's ear, both of them taking a look at you. Jaemin calls out to you, "Y/N, Jeno said he'd let us stay the night since there are two extra rooms."

"Yeah, my parents are out of town and I'm only offering you guys so you don't have to worry about other people," Jeno chimes in.

You're not opposed to the idea, seeing as how they're both good friends and you feel like you can trust Jeno. "But I don't have any of my stuff to spend the night."

"I may or may not have snuck a duffel bag in your car earlier today, don't worry I packed everything you needed," he says as he hands his drink to you, cocking an eyebrow, inviting you to have a little fun.

"...Did you plan on getting me drunk or something?" You take the drink from him anyway, downing it in one go. Fuck it, why not? Jaemin and Jeno cheer you on as the alcohol burns your throat. He's already making another one for you and you laugh at him. So this is what he meant by party hard.

As the time passes by and Jaemin keeps handing you drinks, you eventually have to tell him to stop. You're reaching your limit and you don't want to get too drunk at a function when you don't know most of these people. Jeno sets up a beer pong table in the living room and challenges you and Jaemin. Turns out, Jeno actually sucks at beer pong and he looks like he's about to pass out. When you feel like you can't take any more drinks, Jaemin steps in for you.

"Are you gonna be okay? You've been drinking a lot," worried he might be passing out with Jeno too.

"Nah, I'm okay, I haven't had that much, you've actually drank more than me," he says, landing the ball in another cup for Jeno to drink. You hit him on his arm, "So you really were trying to get me drunk!"

"I wouldn't give you anything you couldn't handle babe," the word makes your heart skip a beat and you feel tingly, unsure if it’s the way he said it or if it’s the drinks getting to your head. "It's your turn, you can make the last shot right?" He hands the ball to you, turning you to face the table again. You aim, hoping you can make it. Your vision is a little off as the drinks are making their way through your system. You jump up and down with excitement when the ball lands in the cup, almost stumbling over. Jaemin holds you steady, hands around your waist and your skin burns where he touches you.

"Nah, I need a rematch," Jeno slurs, obviously past his limit and trying to set the table again. Jaemin calls over a few other people to play, taking your place. "Here, sit down I'm gonna get you some water." You sit on an empty chair in the corner of the living room, trying to come back to your senses. You realize you're not as drunk as you should be given all the drinks Jaemin handed you tonight. Guess he really didn't put as much alcohol as you thought he did. You feel good, eyes a little heavy but nothing too bad. The chair next to you is suddenly occupied by someone else, and you wonder where Jaemin is gonna sit when he comes back.

He hands you the bottle of water and tells you he'll be right back. You watch him as he makes his way back to the kitchen, talking to a few of his friends. You feel a little sad, wanting him to be near you. You feel more comfortable around him than anyone else. But you don't want to pull him away from his friends just to cater to you in your drunken state. You blame your neediness on the alcohol, trying to push away the possibility that you actually want him to be around you that badly.

jaemin [11:40 pm] How are you feeling?

Your face lights up, it's cute he's still thinking of you.

you [11:40 pm] im okay :) thanks for the water i needed it

jaemin [11:41 pm] You sure you're okay? Did I give you too much?

you [11:41 pm] you didn't give me anything i couldn't handle ;)

You repeat his words from earlier, adding a wink as your inhibitions slowly fade, looking up at him to see a small smile on his face.

jaemin [11:42 pm] You're so cute

You smile widely this time, the simple text making your heart flutter.

you [11:43 pm] are u just saying that cuz im drunk

jaemin [11:43 pm] No you're always cute. But you do look particularly good in that outfit

You bite your lip, feeling warm after reading his text. You're glad he isn't saying this to you face to face. It's not much but you still don't think you could handle it.

you [11:44 pm] is that why you couldn't stop staring at me in the car

jaemin [11:44 pm] With the way you look, how could I not?

you [11:44 pm] hmm i'll give u that, i do look good tonight haha

jaemin [11:45 pm] You're confident. I love that about you

you [11:45 pm] yeah? what else do you like about me?

You press further, letting the alcohol take over.

jaemin [11:47 pm] What's there not to like?

You groan because his answer is so vague and not what you wanted to hear.

you [11:47 pm] tell meeeee i wanna know :(

You look up from your text when he doesn't respond as fast as he was earlier, seeing Jaemin lost in a conversation with his friends and not currently on his phone.

you [11:51 pm] jaeminnn come back

                          talk to meee

                         text me back :((( im gonna cry

You don't know why you feel so sad, it's only been a few minutes. You can't believe you just sent that pathetic text to him. Maybe the alcohol is doing more to you than you thought.

jaemin [11:55 pm] Babe, I was just talking with the guys. We're about to go out to the patio but I'm right here

you [11:56 pm] ... i like it when you call me babe

jaemin [11:58 pm] I can do a lot more things you might like.

Fuck, you want to find out what he means by that.

you [11:58 pm] show me what you can do jaemin

jaemin [12:00 am] Don't say that unless you really want me to.

You lock your phone at the same time the text comes in, missing the notification. You have to go to the bathroom, trying to steady yourself on your jello like legs as you get off the chair. After using the bathroom, you feel like you should chill upstairs for now, getting away from the party. You make your way into the room Jeno pointed out was yours for the night. Luckily no one is hanging out in here. You collapse on the bed, head spinning but in a good way. You close your eyes and rest for a bit, listening to the music coming from downstairs.

jaemin [12:15 am] Where did you go?

Shit, you forgot to text him back.

you [12:16 am] im in my room, im ok dont worry just needed to use the bathroom. im probably not going back downstairs tho

jaemin [12:20 am] We're kicking people out rn. We just carried Jeno's drunk ass to his room and he passed out so it's only right people should start leaving. We'll clean everything up

you [12:21 am] ok ill be here. can you get the bag from my car thx <3

The next time you open your eyes, the clock reads 1 am. The music isn't playing any more and you don't hear any voices. The duffel bag is near the door and you head to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower, head still buzzing. When you come back to your room, you see Jaemin sitting on your bed scrolling through his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Well you took the whole bag with you and my stuff is in there too, so I was just waiting," taking the bag from you and heading to the bathroom.

15 minutes later, Jaemin comes back to your room, looking as fine as ever, clad in only a towel as he always is around you. You're starting to think he does this on purpose, to get a reaction out of you. You're still feeling the effects of the alcohol and your mind begins to wander again as it usually does. His hair is wet, a few droplets trickling down his chest and you just want to throw him on the bed and take your time with him, kissing his skin and leaving all your love marks on him.

"If you stare at me any longer, you're gonna start drooling," he laughs, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"What are you still doing in my room?" Laying down on your stomach and facing him as he pulls out the chair from the desk, taking a seat across from you.

"I didn't think either of us wanted to go to bed yet, but I can leave if you want me to."

You bite your lip, of course you don't want him to leave. You take the opportunity to bring up his earlier text, feeling a surge of confidence rush through you. "Don't go. You said you could do things I might like earlier... show me what you can do." You're beyond eager to find out, core beginning to throb at all your dirty thoughts.

His hand traces his lip, eyes narrowing at you as he takes in the curves of your body on the bed, acting all innocent for him when he knows you're being playful with him right now. "I said don't say that unless you really want me to."

“I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t really want you to Jaemin,” you say in a low voice, trying to make it as obvious as you can. You’re tired of him beating around the bush. The sexual tension you feel between the two of you can be cut with a knife and you want to take it to the next level.

"I don't think you're ready for it," he says, leaning back in the chair. You let out a loud groan, wondering why he won't just come over and show you what he's talking about.

You take matters into your own hands, climbing off the bed and making your way to stand in front of him. He looks up at you, waiting for what you're about to do next. You lean on one hand against the desk, cocking your head to the side and ask quietly, "Why do you keep playing with me?" Your other hand fidgets with the hem of your shorts, frustrated with the way he's eye fucking you instead of actually fucking you.

"I don't know what you mean babe," he lies through his teeth.

"That! I mean just that! You can't stop staring at me in the car, holding my hand, touching my waist, telling me how good I look tonight, calling me babe all of a sudden, and then telling me you'll do a lot of things I might like. And then! You come into my room looking like THAT and I'm supposed to just act like you don't turn me on every single time I see you." You huff, getting all your frustrations out.

He leans forward in the chair, pulling you closer to him by your thighs. "You think I don't feel the same way about you? How you walk around the whole place looking so fine when you're not even doing anything? You look good without even trying and I can't believe you've never noticed me staring at you before tonight," he responds, his eyes never leaving yours, sending shivers up your spine.

"So why didn't you say anything about it?" You ask, heart racing at his confession.

"I assumed you just thought of me as a friend. You know that reminds me, I heard you in your room the other morning." A smirk is plastered on his face as you remember. He texted you after you had just finished playing with yourself and you ignored it, thinking it wasn't that big of a deal. He didn't know you were fantasizing about him so you didn't want to say anything more about it.

"Who were you thinking about?" he continues, voice getting lower. He knows now you were thinking about him after your little outburst but he wants to hear you say it.

Your cheeks get hot and you can’t look at him any more, staring out the window to avoid his smoldering gaze. “No one in particular... I was just in the mood.”

“It wouldn’t have been me right?” His hand reaches out for yours on the hem of your shorts, gently sliding his fingers along your thigh. “You could have asked me to help, I was just one door away.” Your thighs squeeze together, unable to stop your arousal from pooling.

“But since we’re already here… do you want me to help now?” His fingers travel further underneath your shorts, inching their way along your exposed skin. He leaves a burning sensation where he touches you.

You can’t hold back any longer. You pull away from him and walk slowly back to the bed, laying down on your back, giving him your best bedroom eyes. You want him and he wants you, no doubt about it anymore. “Come here, Jaemin,” you beckon to him, hands running under your shirt, pulling it up but stopping underneath your breasts, teasing him. He makes his way towards you, standing at the edge of the bed, taking in your beautiful figure splayed out on the bed for him.

“Show me what you did the other morning,” he doesn’t touch you, wanting you to do it yourself.

“I could show you, but I want you to do it. Please?” Pulling your knees up and spreading your legs slightly, an invitation for him to make a move. He can’t resist you when you look so perfect, begging for him like that.

“Like this?” his hand finds his way to your inner thigh, so close yet so far. He gives you a squeeze before his fingers reach your core, sliding them up and down, giving you some much needed friction.

“Mmm, keep going,” you stare up at him as he keeps his eyes on you. He looks so good standing over you, making you feel reduced in his presence. His hand slips underneath your shorts, loving the way your arousal is making a mess of your panties. “I haven’t even done anything and you’re this wet.”

“I’m always like this because of you,” you tell him, knowing it’s true and wanting to feed his ego. He hums, finally making contact with your core, gathering your wetness on his fingers. The sound of your slick is like music to his ears and he can’t look away from you when you let out a soft moan. He rubs slow circles on your clit, just the way you like it. His fingers on you are even better than you imagined and you want more. You pull your shorts and panties off, inviting him back with a smile.

“You’re incredible,” he gives you what you want and slips two fingers in, making you throw your head back as he pumps them in and out of you.

“Just like that baby,” you moan out, lost in the way his fingers are making you buck your hips.

“What else did you imagine?” his thumb rubbing your clit at the same time his fingers are moving in you. You pull your shirt up further, exposing your perfect mounds to him, nipples hard and ready for his mouth. You squeeze one and play with the other, pinching it between your fingers as a silent response. He gets the message loud and clear, kneeling on the bed and wastes no time in attaching his lips to your skin. He leaves soft kisses on your stomach, moving to your chest and sucking everywhere he can. Several hickies are littered across your breasts before he takes one nipple in his mouth, making you sigh in pleasure. You watch him as he closes his eyes, focusing on giving you what you’ve imagined him doing to you. You couldn’t be more head over heels for him with his hand in your core and lips wrapped around your sensitive bud.

You hold his face and bring it up to yours, asking him to lay down, pecking a soft kiss on his lips. He reluctantly pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his own lips and licking your arousal off. You groan “that’s so hot” as he lays his head on the pillows, waiting for your next move. You crawl slowly towards him, swaying your hips as he’s getting more and more eager. You straddle his waist, making sure to position your core over his member, grinding back and forth on him as you pull your shirt off. You’re completely naked now and the friction of the towel on your clit makes you bite your lip. His dick twitches at your naked body on top of him, moving your hips against him.

“I imagined this too,” you lean down and kiss his neck, hands balancing yourself on his chest. You run your hands along his skin, finally getting the chance to touch him everywhere. He enjoys pleasuring you but also loves that your lips can’t seem to get enough of him. You bite at his skin gently, leaving hickies just as he did to you. You pull back a bit to admire your artwork, and he can’t look any more perfect underneath you. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and you don’t want to let him go. You press more kisses as you travel further down his chest and stomach, settling yourself in between his legs. You tug on the towel, asking him with your eyes to take it off. You’re both naked now, and you can’t be more excited to take him in your mouth and make him moan your name. You grab him from the base, slowly moving your hand up and down, keeping your eyes locked on his as he bites his lip. You lick him from base to tip, repeating the action several times to get his dick wet.

He’s so infatuated with you, so needy for you to do whatever you want to him. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back. When he saw you tonight, something sparked in him and he couldn’t control himself. You looked so gorgeous, so sexy and you don’t even realize the effect you have on him. He originally came to the party to have a good time for himself, but he was more focused on getting you to have fun with him. His gaze would linger on you when you weren’t looking, checking you out every chance he got, wondering how it would feel to have you scream his name. Every time you laughed, your smile would make him fall more and more for you. He noticed several of his friends eyeing you, talking about you like he didn’t know. He would feel a slight tinge of jealousy, wanting you all to himself.

When you wrap your mouth around him and start sucking him off, he loses it. He’s thought about this so many times. He would pump himself in his room on some days when you looked extra good, imagining it was your lips instead of his hand. He had the same fantasies about you that you did about him. Now that you’re here with your pretty lips on him, he can’t help himself. He bucks his hips up, pushing himself further into your mouth. You still, letting him take control. You’re eager for him to fuck your mouth, and he thrusts into you, hitting the back of your throat a few times. You want to make him feel good and you’ll do anything for him. His sighs and pants make you even wetter, knowing it’s you making him get lost in pleasure. He holds your hair, letting his hips do the work. Your moans around him make his head dizzy, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. He pauses for a bit, not wanting to bust a nut in your mouth before he gets the chance to fuck you.

You pull away, hand still wrapped around him, dick wet with your saliva. He takes a mental picture of you before moving to get off the bed, standing by the edge. You follow him, excited for his next move. “Get on your knees and turn around,” his voice turning you on. You follow his orders, arching your back and poking your ass out for him. His hand smooths over your ass before giving it a quick smack, jolting you forward. He lines himself up to you, teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick. Fuck, it’s about to happen and your heart is racing. You grip the sheets as he slides in, a perfect fit for you.

“Fuuuck, you’re tight,” he sighs, gripping your thighs to keep you in place. He’s trying to control himself from going too hard right off the bat, but he just wants to ruin you. When you plead for him to go faster, he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your back to his chest, a good pain shooting down your spine. His hips snap against your ass roughly, the sound of skin slapping and your loud moans filling the room. His hand wraps around your throat and his grip on your hair tightens, whispering in your ear. “Your pussy is too good,” making you clench around him. This is one of your favorite positions because his tip hits your spot every time, making you curse with every thrust. His hand on your throat makes your head feel light and you reach down to rub your clit, making the pleasure 10x more intense.

“You gonna cum on me babe?” He asks, fucking you even harder. You can only whimper in response, feeling it coming and you don’t want it to stop. He’s making you so crazy, such a whiny mess and you feel like putty under his hands. You let out a half moan, half scream and grab his arm as your legs shake, unable to hold yourself up as you reach cloud nine. You’d fall if his grip on you wasn’t so tight. He continues to pound into you, a bit slower this time to give you time to come down from your high. Your pussy is now unbelievably tight and he can’t bring himself to go as fast, wanting to spend more time in you. He lets go of your throat and hair and you fall face first, too tired from your orgasm to stay up. He stills in you, moving your hair to the side and leaning down to press kisses on your back, making circles on your waist.

“That was hot, but I hope you know I’m not done with you.” You turn your head to look at him and say breathlessly, “I can take it.”

“I know you can babe, you’ve got no choice.” And with that, he’s fucking you again, hands gripping your ass with such force you think he’ll leave bruises. You can’t keep quiet, throwing your hips back to meet each thrust, wanting him to use your body until he can’t any more.

“Jaemin, don’t stop please,” you moan, wanting to let him know how much you love it. “Fuck, you’re the best.” He smacks your ass again.

“I don’t want anyone but you, they couldn’t compare to your pussy,” he pulls out to the tip and slams back in, pushing your body forward. He flips you around, wanting to see your face before he cums. He leans down and kisses you hungrily, swallowing the whimpers you let out. A few more thrusts and he pulls out, pumping himself with his hand, watching as you get on your knees to face him.

“Cum for me,” you beg, wanting him to paint your face and chest with his release. You slide your hands across his thighs and waist, batting your lashes at him. You look so damn sexy to him, he finishes with a loud groan, hot cum splattering your body. You move his hand away, taking him in your mouth again as he spills the last of his cum in your mouth. Your warm mouth is getting too much for him, he can’t believe you drive him this wild.

You pull away from him with a pop, opening your mouth to let him see his release in your mouth before you swallow with a cheeky smile. Can you get any sexier? He grabs your chin and angles your head up, kissing you again, loving that he can taste himself on you.

After cleaning yourselves up and getting dressed for bed, he snuggles into the covers with you. “You have your own room, you know,” you poke at him.

“You don’t really want me to leave,” he says, knowing it’s the truth. His warm chest is the best pillow you could ever find, and he pulls you in closer to him.

“I meant it when I said you’re the best. I think about you when I’m with other girls.”

“Don’t talk about other girls after you just fucked me!” you pinch him and he laughs.

“I always think about you,” pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you close your eyes, happy that your imaginations have turned into real life.

[sweet-evie]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Lelouch is honestly the housewife... 😁😄

C.C. is the lazy and emotional support roommate... 🤣

I’m here for this XD

74 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 08:37:33 GMT

#4

In all the years of having this in my Code Geass photos folder, I ONLY JUST NOTICED THAT LELOUCH IS HOLDING A DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD WHILE SUZAKU IS HOLDING A KATANA. 😮

It's a lovely representation of their birth origins.... 😍

91 notes • Posted 2021-09-11 02:28:53 GMT

#3

Post Re;surrection canon says L.L. and C.C. apparently settle in Switzerland... sooo does that give me license to write a fic where they care for a Bernese Mountain Dog?

I LIVE for Lelouch getting squashed with cuddles from a giant lovable pooch 🤣😍

91 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 14:19:55 GMT

#2

Should I just be the perv and point some assets out? 🤤🤩

109 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 11:24:30 GMT

#1

It's 2021... It's still gold. 😂🤣

145 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 13:48:22 GMT

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[egg-emperor]

Here's a little snippet from one of the many unfinished fics of mine because I like the dialogue lol. I also wanted to share an example of how I write Eggman's interactions with Orbot and Cubot because I have a lot of fun with it. I also have more to share in the future!

It's from a much longer fic I started a couple of years ago. While I write a lot of dark and serious stuff, I do like to write more light-hearted and fun things too! Eggman, Orbot and Cubot are out on a road trip. You might be able to tell that some of the concepts and hcs I've shared in the past were actually from this. :D

It's a lot longer than this but this is all you get for now. I have no idea when I'll finalize the whole thing but if you like this part, I might push to finish it sooner!

The last place Eggman, Orbot, and Cubot had expected to be at this time of the night was out on the road in a regular old car. But Eggman had insisted that this long and confusing road trip was the safest way to get to another one of his secret bases after the chaotic events that had unfolded yesterday.

It was too risky to use one of his airships or egg mobile he knew it was expected from him, so they had to take a car that they'd stolen. Eggman wasn't fond of using vehicles that weren't specifically created for his comfort but he had no choice. At least they still had some form of travel.

It had been long-winded and boring the entire time. Either Eggman was annoyed by everything the robots did, or the robots were annoyed with him whenever he rambled or sang along loudly to songs on the radio. His deep and gruff voice could never get the notes right.

They'd been driving along with a long set of roads for hours and Eggman was relieved when the GPS said they were getting nearer to stores and a gas station. He hoped it wasn't lying and bugging out this time. Again, he hated using the inferior technology that he didn't create. He'd complained a thousand times about how many times it had failed him already.

"Looks and sounds like it's going to be cold and wet all throughout the night," He announced as he just about heard the details of the weather update coming from the low volume of the radio. They said it could be possibly stormy throughout the night too.

When they reached a stoplight, his gaze traveled to the misted windows as they waited. He watched the rain run down them as he drummed his fingers on the dashboard. Taking a look at the digital clock, he saw it was now midnight.

"I'm sooo bored!" Cubot yelled out from the backseat for the 48th time in the past ten minutes.

"Shut up and don't start that again, will you?" Eggman huffed. He soon heard the clank of Orbot whacking the cube-shaped robot over the head for him, since he couldn't reach over to do it himself. "I hate this just as much as you! Not only am I bored but I'm also terribly hungry and we're trapped in rain and slow traffic!"

"Oh no..." Orbot sighed quietly at Eggman complaining about his grumbling stomach for the 56th time. He'd been listening to him having long rants about this all day and night and he was even more excessive with it than Cubot.

Of course, Eggman didn't realize this due to his usual hypocritical ways. His problems were said to be way more important than anyone else's, especially in this car. His own were the only ones that mattered.

"You two don't know how it feels! Be grateful that it's impossible for you to starve to death like I will if I don't get SOMETHING in my stomach soon! I haven't eaten anything in hours!" He continued to over-exaggerate the situation as they finally took off down the road again.

"If the GPS isn't being a lying piece of shit again, we should be near some places where I can get food." He grumbled, searching around for any signs to direct him the right way. It was misty from the rain and he couldn't see very well in the dark in general so reading them was a challenge.

"There! That's the one I've been looking for!" He suddenly raised his voice as he snapped his gaze back to the right side of the road. He'd finally found the sign he was looking for that was written in a readable bold that he couldn't miss. It listed the stores within the area.

As soon as he saw the one place to eat that he'd been craving all day, his eyes lit up. "We're going to the MCDONALD'S and that's final!" He announced with a fist pump of triumph and the first grin on his face all day.

Cubot seemed to share his enthusiasm despite not being able to consume food. But Orbot had different things about the man's 'wellbeing' on his mind. "Boss, don't you think we should visit some sort of small café instead? You know, where it's health-"

"NO, because we'd have to stop in there, because there's no drive-thru. We're trying to avoid sticking around for too long for a reason! Unless you want me to get arrested so you have to bail me out again. Which might I add, you're terrible at doing because last time I was in there for three days." He rambled on and gradually started turning up the speed of the car so he was only breaking the law subtly.

"I remember it too well because as soon as you got out, you wouldn't stop complaining about how they didn't give you enough food so you went home and ate everything in sight. It took far too long to restock all that..." Orbot commented under his 'breath' as he put a hand over his face, recalling the last time they bailed Eggman out.

"What was that?" Eggman barked with a scowl as he looked over his shoulder instead of where he was going, causing the robot to panic for both reasons.

"N-nothing I just- please look at the road, boss."

"He doesn't 'need' all those-" Orbot tried to say before Eggman jolted the car forward to the window. He wasn't going to have anyone else listen to the boy's stupid complaints and not get his food because he certainly wasn't listening to them himself.

Luckily Eggman was too focused on driving to the McDonald's to continue arguing. He swerved a little too fast around a car in anticipation when the driveway was finally in sight.

"Hi I NEED three large cokes, three large fries, three double quarter pounders, 50 piece chicken nuggets, Oreo mcflurry, a double chocolate chip muffin, and a soft-baked chocolate chip cookie." He blurted out the moment he pulled up to the speaker.

When he came to the first window where a worker was standing to take the money, he accomplished the exact reaction he'd expected as their expression turned to surprise at the sight of his face.

"Yeah I know, it's me. I'm tipping you big time, so don't think about filing a reported sighting. I'm a hungry man that's gotta eat." He said as he handed over a lot more than the true total and drove to the next window before the worker could express shock at the price or refuse his request to not be reported.

"Hand the stuff over, I haven't got all night." He demanded when he reached the last window. Thankfully their service was faster that night so he didn't have to wait so long. He snatched it all hastily before driving away.

"I need to find somewhere to stop for the night before I end up crashing this car for focusing on the beautiful smell of that food..."

"Please don't do that and just find a spot instead. " Orbot mumbled as they left the site as quickly as possible.

When they were driving along the main road, Eggman drooled at the sight of the bags of food beside him. He was so desperate to get into them that it was hard to focus on where he was going but he managed to pull his car off the road and near the entrance of a forest.

A few minutes later, they had driven far enough into the field area to be safe from the view of others. Anticipation surged through him as he finally parked.

"Right boys, if you're going to complain about my dinner, you can get out of the car and go play in the forest or something," Eggman suggested as soon as the engine went quiet. Clearly he was planning on wolfing down everything in front of him and the way he licked his lips showed his excitement.

"But boss, just the other day you said you had to watch yourself and what you eat at this stage because of your weight limi-"

"Oh shut the fuck up and get out of the car already!" The grumpy man snapped. Orbot quickly obeyed and grabbed Cubot before heading out the door.

The moment they left him in the quiet of the car, he released a huge sigh of relief. His aching stomach and the hunger pains that had persisted were gnawing at him far too much and it was making him especially easy to irritate. But now that he was in peace to truly relax and satisfy his hunger, he was going to feel much better.

A wide grin spread across his face and he rubbed his hands together. He'd been waiting far too long for this. "Finally! At long last, I can focus on what really matters..."

[wild-depression-appears]

for the cnc ask game: 17, 25, 26?

17. Would you enjoy a longer(24 hours+) cnc scene, like being someone’s captive or slave?

As a sub, *being* a slave/captive? Not sure tbh. I'd definitely be open to trying it but I think it'd DEFINITELY have to be with the right person.

As a dom? Also a liiiiitle unsure because adhd makes it hard for me to keep things like that up for long periods of time, BUT I do have a pretty solid fantasy involving a cutie (or two) and a weekend in a cabin in the woods sooo 👀.

25. Do you use the stoplight system or a variant of the stoplight system?

YUP this is the exact system I use. I really don't like the whole "random word as a safeword" system because it feels a bit "forced". Unless my partner has a problem with it, I really prefer to use the stoplight system, (Ie. Green means "everything's fine" yellow means "getting close to a limit" and red means "stop the scene, something's not right") I also just use "safeword" as a general safeword, it's simple, easy, and well proven in my experience.

26. What does your ideal cnc aftercare look like?

So, for my sub, whatever they want and need; usually reassurance, cuddles, getting them snacks etc. For myself (as a dom) I generally like a little reassurance that I didn't go too far, that my sub enjoyed the scene, etc.; and I also kinda like to "debrief" and talk with my sub about what we did and didn't like during the scene. As a *sub* I really like titty cuddles and head rubs 😌

Thanks for the asks! 😊

[beingatoaster]

my car did a weird and terrifying thing at a stoplight today (the brakes locked and then the whole car stalled), and when I got home I promptly broke a lamp, sooo.... fingers crossed that used up all my the bad luck for the week?