#then about 100 frames later...

[cajunfoxnight]

Wish have a cup Of joe :)

He sip :> ☕

[themyscirah]

Reading shit comics kind of sucks but at least I get the satisfaction of proving my own point w this

[halomancer]

Lake Padden, Bellingham, WA, USA

[chirpsythismorning]

The rainbow hbd mug specifically in scenes with Will and El, going all the way back to 1x01

[vamptastic]

the idea of being able to train and lengthen your attention span- or even having a clearly definable attention span - is so alien to me. i have never been able to sit still and pay attention to something indefinitely, unless i am hyperfocusing and unaware of anything else going on (in which case i'm still moving, just not consciously). learning how to direct that hyperfocus state productively and adapt to be able to still get things done without that state, sure, but there's this one post ive seen that's essentially 'try not having adhd so you can focus on anything fully at will' and i shrimply do not get how any of that works for people. trust me, ive tried. it's all or nothing for focus.

[bi-writes]

Horny ideas? What about the 141 reaction to their girl wanting to film them having sex? Like it's the first time and she's the one to bring up recording them. "I want something while you're away..." 🥺

ok ok ok (18+, f!reader)

gaz — super into it. he's all smiles, all giddy, and he's warm all over thinking about it. knows the perfect angle, too. he props up a pillow at the end of the bed and lays the phone there. he throws your legs up and presses your thighs down, and gaz is buzzing when he checks the footage after. it's just the perfect shot of his cock ruining you. the smack of your skin is so nasty, and gaz finds himself already cupping under his cock when there's an insane shot of him pulling out, globs of his cum spilling out of you. oh, but no, that's not good enough, we need another angle. he loves the POV shots the most, where all the focus is on you. he loves panning from your swollen pussy to your bouncing tits all the way to your open mouth, and he loves it even more when he moves the camera closer to get a shot of you sucking on his fingers all wet and heavy. pretty, pretty, pretty...

soap — 100% down, but he's so bad at it :( you're always so wet and whiny when you fuck. you can't help it — johnny is so hot, and you can't get enough of him. he makes you downright stupid when he's inside of you, so you relied on him to film everything, but he's so bad. the camera is shaking as he tries to film, and you get motion sickness watching it back. the audio is quite nice—johnny's grunts are hot, but you really wanted more footage of him absolutely splitting you. the best you got was a blurry shot of your tits when johnny spit on them to keep you crying. oh well, maybe next time :(

price — he's old-fashioned, he doesn't get it. he has a couple polaroids of you back in his locker, and that is always good enough to get him off when he's away from you. you're not even fully naked in those pictures, and he's cumming across his stomach just fine, so he finds it really odd that you want to film. he doesn't say no, but you can tell he finds it strange, so you simply point the phone between your thighs and bring his hand between your legs. john stares over your shoulder into the phone as he watches his own fingers slip inside of you. he leans in a little, watching, licking his lips as he finds it mesmerizing to watch you become wetter and wetter and wetter. soon, it's a wet slap of his palm against your pussy, and you're crying with relief as you come, flooding his hand and wrist and crying through the overstimulation. the audio alone is enough for john to forward it to himself for later use.

ghost — absolutely not into it at first. he is anti-photo. he has no photos of himself at all, and he never takes any, and he's always refused to be in pictures, so the idea of being filmed in one of the most vulnerable places makes him uncomfortable. you totally go with it, very supportive, but then ghost offers a compromise at your soft angel face—he can't be the feature. so there you are, reverse cowgirl, slowly lowering yourself onto your boyfriend's cock with relative ease. it still takes a lot to fuck simon, even now, but once you're finally seated, you whine with relief at the stretch. then you go for it. you make a show of fucking big bad lieutenant riley, and simon has one hand on your ass and the other with a fixed hand on your phone. over and over and over again, your hips come down, fucking down onto simon within an inch of your life, and simon can't keep his mouth shut. he keeps saying your name and groaning, and he's so vocal, you're losing your mind. the sight of you leaning forward after you've come, cum dribbling down as his cock glistens in the frame, is one of the most insane videos he's ever seen. my pretty, pretty bird.

[hellotailor]

armand’s costumes are such an interesting data point re: his nebulous sense of identity.

when analyzing any costume, there are always many factors to consider: the setting, the character’s personal taste and economic constraints, storytelling concerns like tone and genre, etc. with armand, we also need to remember that he’s 500 years old and violently disconnected from his human origins. everything he wears has an element of disguise, selected to blend into a new environment.

armand was enslaved as a child in 16th century delhi, and barely remembers his mortal life. unlike louis - who can return to new orleans after 80 years and reconnect with his past - armand has no home to return to. his whole backstory, even his name, is rife with traumatic subtext, leaving him with an obsessive need for structure and control. this adds an extra layer of meaning to costuming choices that initially seem like straightforward menswear. 

armand’s 1940s wardrobe is very put-together - primarily three-piece suits and coats that make him look wealthier and more formal than louis, who is purposefully dressing down. most of these outfits are tailored to bulk up armand's frame, leaning into the "maitre" persona. and like his business-casual dubai wardrobe, he always leaves his collar open. when i interviewed costume designer carol cutshall, she described this as a symbolic power move, signalling that he's an apex predator who doesn't need to protect his throat.

my personal interpretation is that while armand clearly likes to look good, he has a complicated relationship with attractiveness. he doesn't always want to draw attention. his color palette is shadowy (black, grey, brown, olive green), and he’s much less flashy than the other Théâtre vamps. however when he’s feeling confident and flirty, he becomes more of a power-dresser - for instance his hunting outfit with the big coat and sunglasses, or his habit of wearing kohl.

interestingly, most of armand's 1940s costumes set him apart from the coven. the Théâtre vampires dress like cabaret performers, embracing a lot of period-specific styles. by contrast armand is more timeless and neutral. in fact, due to the relatively minor changes in men's suits over the past 100 years, there's a lot of overlap between his wardrobe in the 1940s, '70s and 2020s:

the rest of the Théâtre squad share an unofficial uniform of boldly clashing monochrome patterns with pops of bright color. meanwhile armand has a very plain wardrobe, emphasizing the image of him as a businesslike authority figure surrounded by zany artistes. he only wears subtle stripes on a few occasions in the '40s, reflecting the recurring prison motif we see in lestat's trial suit and (most famously) the dubai penthouse bedroom:

if we ask the question, "what does this person like to wear?" there are easy answers for lestat, louis and claudia. we understand their tastes, and the motives behind them. but armand is more enigmatic. we can recognize through-lines in his wardrobe, but his "taste" is dominated by whatever role he's currently decided to embody, whether that's a parisian theater director or a real estate mogul in dubai.

the times when he appears to have the most fun with clothing are when he steals a pair of sunglasses from his human dinner (!) and when he's pretending to be rashid. in other words, when he's explicitly performing for an audience. "real armand" is still a mystery.

(i may write more about armand's dubai wardrobe later, but for now, you can find all of my iwtv costumes posts on this tag!)

[kroosluvr]

temptation

i lowkey have too many notes to write down properly KDFHKDS but ill write them down for Future Cele so i can read it later and be like omggg past cele ur so fun and interesting

in general, the more "color" the scenes have, the closer it is to "real life" as opposed to the muted/hushed winter blues of maruki's reality

i.e. the dark frames w akira smiling and the very last panel are when reality sinks in: first for akira, then for goro

by the way this is long winter au but sumire is still brainwashed. this also works for canonverse but i just had long winter au in mind:o

youve heard of laundry and taxes now get ready for coffee and pastries

in every panel, akira is smiling! :) and goro is very much not smiling.

intentionally his face is hidden in the last 2 pages so its unclear whether it's the "ideal reality" already (akira/goro's daydreams/wants/desires), or if goro is still fighting akira on making sure he picks the right choice

the smoke from the first page kinda leads into the 3rd page omfg COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL BUT REALLY COOL LMAOOO

that's nameless and belladonna in jazz jin!!! i love them. I LOVETHEM. i miss them so bad is it obvious

the cafe is loosely based off of caffe strada @ uc berkeley LMAO. my parents used to take me there a lot as a little kid so that's the first cafe i think of when i imagine one. its like right on the streetside, basically on the sidewalk, so its very bustling and people are always walking by... probably a little disconcerting to see everyones summery bright smiles despite the bitter cold and snow

in long winter AU, the Ideal Reality starts before 1/1 so yeah they get to see the new years fireworks together (or something)

also intentional that they wear the same winter outfits in the whole comic although it Probably does not take place at the same time. in maruki's snowglobe, time seems frozen in place... but akira and goro are both acutely aware that the sands are running thru QUICK

goro's frustrated expression on page 3 is one also of disdain: "don't speak FOR me you fucking imbecile" type of expression.

goro, who's never lived a normal life and therefore doesn't know much abt "normalcy" nor really actively seeks it. this 3rd semester is basically purgatory for him and he doesn't care to try and go through the motions the way akira does. akira what do YOU know about the type of "normalcy" i deserve? how do YOU know if i "deserve" that?

im thinking that this is a naive akira who is mostly set on taking the deal because he feels hopeless... seeing all his friends with good happy lives while goro and himself are alive and miserable and shouldering the weight of the world during the horror of long winter......

oh but if he takes the deal they could all be good and alive and happy!!!.... and goro knows this. i feel like in any other universe (i.e. akira is 100% certain on not taking the deal and goro knows this) then goro would be happy and carefree to do these little indulgences for himself and akira's sake, to just enjoy the snowglobe world while it exists.

but this goro is discontent. he sees how akira is enjoying the snowglobe and knows maruki is depending on this. goro has to be the one to remind akira that none of this is his to keep........ in this fucked up world, routine is dangerous. becoming comfortable is dangerous. they cannot keep any of this.

on that note, goro says "i hate you" in a halfhearted sort of way (it's not true and akira knows that.) but he's trying to think of a way that he can dissuade akira from picking the wrong choice.....

and i think the thing is, goro thinks all of this, but he still falls into the rhythm of routine with akira anyway. in a way, goro feels hopeless too.

all of this is maruki's doing........ paralyzed by the inability to choose... whatever you do, you lose. goro needs to hold akira at arm's length so the stupid sentimental fool doesn't get too attached and falls into the wrong universe. akira needs to make a concentrated effort to detach himself from goro even though he wants the simplest thing in the world: just one more unremarkable day with him. it's lose-lose..........,

also i liked drawing the tentacles in the last pic the freaking blue lines on them were SO satisfying to draw

edit: also the last page: the blood flooding the panel….. the idea of the ideal world being built off of the blood and sweat and tears and bodies of the people who could have been. of those lost in the actualization, of those destroyed, of those stitched together and brought back to life. all just for a little false happiness. goro sees it but akira doesn’t, and it’s a grim sight.

[bluebeads-art]

2024 November 21st

INTO THE LAKE WITH YOU, MUD CHILD

My part of a retroactive art trade with @anxiousapplepie ! "Retroactive" because I was already drawing this before we agreed to make it part of a trade, heheh. December 2nd edit: BEHOLD!... THEIR HALF OF THE TRADE... Eleven whole pages of trade!! Go read it go read it go read it

I read this post about their Role!Swap AU, and, like, multiverse shenanigans? Check. Characters goofing off and having fun? Check. Several opportunities for slapstick humor? Check. Conclusion: I really wanted to draw it. Physical comedy is my specialty. :p

This thing is kinda all over the place composition wise (looking at you, relative sizes of speech bubbles) because there is Too Much going on in these panels and I Did Not plan ahead of time, lmao. This was supposed to be doodlier than it ended up being, so as a growing pain it's a funny jumble of consistency. One of these days I'll be able to doodle without getting carried away. 😂

More rambling and close-ups under the cut

This interaction in particular is what nudged me over the edge to draw this whole thing. I don't know what Fighter Mirabelle's malfunction is when it comes to the Siffrins, but it lets me make Sif the butt of a joke again, so yeehaw! His hat being catapulted out of frame made me laugh when I was thinking of what to do with the composition-complicating hat in question.

Also my personal take is Siffrin is 100% having the time of their life here. Making new(?) friends? Being involved in a fun group activity? Well worth inhaling some puddle water and having to go jump in The Lake to wash the mud off later.

Bonnie being so furious they changed art styles wasn't in my original plan, but I'm so glad I thought of it on a whim because it made me laugh Every Time I looked at their face. 😂

Time taken on this whole thing was 42 hours and 50 minutes. AND. I KNOW THAT SOUNDS BAD. IF YOU KNOW I'M TRYING TO SPEED UP MY ART PROCESS. But this project gets a special pass. This was the farthest out of my art comfort zone I've been in a while! 13 (mostly) full-body characters at various complicated angles, 2 backgrounds, learning to use CSP's perspective rulers, effects I'm not used to like water splashes, etc etc. I made progress on speeding up sketching & line art as well! Some of the lines you see are just extremely cleaned up sketch. I was able to let myself fudge things more too. For example, Mira's dress is a very "dude just trust me" simplification because I don't know how the clothes folds would work at that angle. ^^;;

So while there's still a handful of things I'm not happy with, it's worth it for the learning experience and perfectionism-busting progress! Also for the sake of drawing silliness, of course.

Oh, lastly; the KO sprite is the one from in-game, so it was made by insertdisc5 and not me.

[waepenwifestre]

Let's Talk About Security Culture: Why Keeping Secrets is Cool and Sexy

It's a natural impulse -- if you love crime -- to want to talk about how great it is. And if you hate America, it's only natural to want to share your dreams for its future with the rest of tumblr dot com. It can feel brave and transgressive. And there is a drive to share your soul with the world at the heart of social media. Surely I should be posting the most concrete implications of my politics, right? This is the poster's curse.

Security Culture refers to a set of "best practices" developed over the past several decades, largely (in a US context) coming out of radical environmental groups as they faced intense state repression, infiltration and entrapment. If you're not familiar, there's some fascinating crimethinc write ups to give you a window into that world:

Much of it boils down to: don't talk about crimes, past or forthcoming with people who don't need to know about them, and be mindful of the possibility of surveillance and infiltration. And, we can support each other as a community in minimizing risks, with an eye towards enabling bold action rather than getting bogged down in fears and anxieties. The guidelines that make sense for AG-based trouble-makers are different from the guidelines that make sense for posters, but plenty of common principles apply. To speak briefly to our position here as posters:

First, it bears saying that long term anonymity is nearly impossible to maintain. Unless you've never accessed Tumblr without a vpn, and avoided connections with other ppl who can be associated with you/your location, and never shared pictures without scrubbing metadata, and a bunch of other 100% consistent steps, it's trivial for the state to know who you are.

Second, just because something isn't actively being prosecuted now doesn't mean it can't be prosecuted later. The priorities of the state change and a shift in power towards the right or a growth in radical action from the left can suddenly make it a priority to destroy anarchist networks or just find a few ppl to prosecute as examples (who probably weren't that plugged into larger networks before getting arrested). Advocating for specific anti-government crimes or declarations of intent to commit such crimes are likely prosecutable, and even if charges don't stick, they're an easy vector for legal harassment.

Third, it's worth thinking about heat as separate from prosecutability. There are modes of engagement that may not be directly criminalized but signal that you are someone worth watching. Some people choose to be public in ways that make heat unavoidable. But it's worth noting that heat isn't strictly individualized, that it persists over time but also is going to shrink over time.

It's easy on here, ime, to see yourself as a proud member of the crime fandom but not much of a content creator. And it's easy to feel like you've generated an amount of heat where you're locked into that role. But heat you generated 10 years ago is probably pretty well gone. Heat you generated 5 years ago has faded substantially. It's worth thinking about how the world might shift in the coming years and what doors you want to keep open.

The non-individualized nature of heat also means that leaning into the spiciest of anti-state positions will make it a bad idea for people who are acting out those positions end up tied to you. Loudly talking about how "more people should be doing [X/Y/Z]" unfortunately sets you up to remain distant from people who might be doing or thinking about doing such things.

Which brings me back to: keeping secrets is sexy. Not spelling everything out builds intrigue. You can lay out a theoretical position and leave working out the practical implications of that as an exercise for the reader. There's value in opacity. The poster's curse and the drive to confess are extremely convenient for the state, but we can resist them. We can hold dreams in our hearts that we refuse to offer up to the posting spectacle.

[senpazzi]

The Way I Speak About You

pairing: singlefather!Johnny Suh x Afab!Reader

part 1 found: here

synopsis: you and johnny were the epitome of right person, wrong time. with your best friends’ wedding coming up soon, the only person that you relied on being your date was johnny. despite him being out of your life for 6 years, he also had a daughter.

warnings: smut, single dad johnny, reader is a workaholic and an over-thinker, your best friends name isn’t mentioned (do wtv u please w this info), heavy language, drinking, alcohol, etc.

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It’s been 2 weeks since the park meeting with Johnny. The rest of the day was spent catching up on each other's lives. How work was for both of you, living alone in the city? You even got to talk to Katie and enjoy playing with her on the swing set as Johnny pushed both of you.

During the 2 weeks, you’ve been talking to Johnny almost every day now. Facetimes becoming a regular thing before and after work. He told you how he closed on a deal selling a house that was almost worth a million. Not only was Johnny a handsome wealthy guy, but the way he treated Katie erupted something in you.

Seeing the man that you loved years ago, being a domestic and careful dad was exuding, to say the least. Johnny on the other hand could say similar things about you. To him, you were the most determined and passionate woman ever. You owned up to your mistakes and you worked for what you wanted. Yet, you haven’t 100% come clean to Johnny about how you were feeling.

Early on in the week, it was another morning after an overnight shift for you at the hospital. To say the least, you were drained. Your eye bags felt like they were growing eye bags. The only thing you looked forward to was coming home to Facetime Johnny.

After getting cleaned and comfortable in bed, you rang the man. On the second ring, he answered. Your eyes widened the instant you saw him. His hair was wet and sticking to his face, his chest was bare and his shoulder tattoo was on display. He looked hot. You could’ve choked just by his image alone.

“Oh sorry, Y/n I just got out of the shower, Katie was having a hard time sleeping last night so I couldn’t shower before bed,” he shyly chuckled as his face turned red in the camera. Secretly, if this was the outcome, then you prayed she had a hard time sleeping every night.

You cleared your throat and shook your head with a smile. “No omg, you’re good. Poor baby, I hope everything is better later tonight,” liar.

Johnny smiled nodding along to your words. “Me too, it hurts really because you know Stephanie was good at soothing her to bed when she was younger. It’s been over a year but she hasn’t gotten used to it,” he shrugged as if it was just an easy realization.

You solemnly nodded, your smile faltering a bit at the fact. “Try reading her bedtime stories, or talking to her before bed. It’ll tire her out,” you suggested surely.

“You know, she’s much more interested in hearing you talk. She said she loves talking with the pretty lady I’m always on the phone with,” Johnny assured you with a smile as he propped the phone up. He exited the frame for a few moments and returned with a pair of grey sweatpants on his lower body.

His abs glistening and on display. “Which also had me thinking, I think me and Katie would love to have you over for dinner this Saturday,” he brought up firmly. He grabbed a bottle of lotion before lathering it all over his arms.

Your eyes widened. Like a date? No, there’s no way. You blinked rapidly at the sudden idea. “Really? I mean I’m not opposed but that’s a little intimate. Dinner just us three?” you asked reassuringly.

His smile never left. Only growing. He nodded as he graced his arms with the liquid. “Yes Y/n it’s a little much I understand but, I like you. Katie knows I like you, and she likes you too. Don’t you think it’s a little weird for us to pretend to be dating for this wedding and we can’t even sit and have dinner together?” he asked curiously reading your expression into the camera.

He was right of course. “Well, yeah no you’re right I just wanted to make sure this is really what you want I mean. Where do you want to go?” you nervously jumbled out. A date with Johnny and his daughter was amazing just as it was terrifying. You haven’t eaten alone with Johnny in years. And how would Katie react to it genuinely? A new woman with her dad? Would it confuse her?

Johnny let out a soft chuckle looking into your eyes the best way he could via Facetime. “Y/n you seriously don’t think a dinner with you and my daughter won’t make me happy? Two very important girls that I love eating with me are all I want in this world right now,” he admitted with a grin tugging on his face. His heart felt like it was skipping a beat. Of course, Johnny never hid his feelings for you. But the rejection you bestowed on him years ago stuck. But honestly, the guy had nothing to lose. But he knew for sure that he couldn’t lose you again.

“The day you called me was one of the happiest days I’ve had in a long time Y/n. And the day we came back from the park and hearing Katie ramble about you made me even happier,” he continued running his fingers through his hair.

“My love for you never went away, I prayed someday to have you back in my life. With school being over and you finally having your career, I hope you can make the time for me now. So we can be happy together. Is that okay? Is it okay for us to start to work towards something Y/n?” Johnny plead his case to you. If only he knew that this love wasn’t one-sided, but how could you admit that to him?

How could you admit that you were too scared to give up a piece of yourself to him back then? That you know any argument or misunderstanding would lead to you spiraling and feeling like a failure? You were always a perfectionist. You blamed school on your insecurity on why you couldn’t be with Johnny. And everyone knew that except for him.

You sighed and looked away nervously from the screen taking a deep breath before formulating your sentence. You face the camera and smile once more looking at his handsome face. His beautiful eyes. The plea in his eyes.

“I’ll go to dinner with you and Katie, I’d love that more than anything Johnny,”

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“What?!” your best friend cursed aloud on the phone, her face in shock on the Facetime screen. She was getting dolled up for the Bachelorette party tonight at you guys’ favorite bar that you’ve been going to since you were 20-year-old college kids with fake IDs. She thought it would be a bittersweet way to celebrate the end of her 20s and enter a mature and devoted marriage with Derrick.

You sat on the other line, combing your hair as you sighed thinking about how to continue with the bomb you dropped on her. “He asked me out on a date, it’s not a big deal. We’ve been talking for 2 weeks again as friends, maybe it’s just a friend date. Plus, we have to get more acquainted since the wedding is in 2 weeks,” you tried to calmly batter out as you fluffed the curls in your hair.

Your best friend scoffed grabbing the phone as you heard her jingle her keys to walk out of her apartment door. “Y/n you’re fuckin’ insane, I don’t understand how you’re being so nonchalant about this. He’s finally taking you on a date. A real date! It’s been like 6 years and he’s still in love with you, that’s amazing!” your best friend lectured you as you heard her get in the Uber. “This is to Club Atlantis correct?” she asked the driver before getting in the car.

“God you’re so silly, he’s a guy who’s simply taking his old friend to dinner. He’s much too busy with Katie and works to focus on an old crush,” you bluntly downplayed as you grabbed your keys and purse before walking to the door of your apartment. “I’ll see you in about 15 okay? Let’s enjoy your Bachelorette party and stop fuckin’ worrying about guys okay?” you cheered into the phone as you searched for your Uber as well.

“Okay Y/n babes, see you soon,” your best friend graced before hanging up.

You waved goodbye to the Facetime as you hopped in your Uber as well, heading to the club.

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The club was packed. It was a Friday night, 11 pm. The LED lights were purple and there was a hazy hue in the building mixed with scents of cigarettes, marijuana, and vapes. Alcohol was everywhere, bodies were everywhere, and music beaming. This hadn’t been your scene in ears, and to be honest it never really was.

“Hey boo!” a familiar voice rang in your ears, seeing your best friend running up to hug you with a bottle of dark liquor in her hand. Surrounding her were some familiar faces. Her older sister, and your other two mutual friends Danielle and Skylar. Now the rest of the bodies? Probably haven’t seen it since college or have never seen it at all.

Your smile graced your face leaning into hug all the ladies, greeting them and kissing their cheeks as they did with you. “Hey girls!” you greeted as you scoped around the scenery, seeing your friends dressed in skimpy dresses or two pieces complimented with heels that were going to swell their feet later.

“Take a shot!” your best friend's sister shouted as she took the bottle from her hand, motioning for you to tilt your chin back.

You rolled your eyes playfully, opening on command as the girls counted to 3 as they poured the liquor. Your face scowled, yet you drank the warmth. All the girls cheered and clapped smiling at you. Some are already drunk.

“Okay bitch! Time to turn the fuck up!” Danielle screamed grabbing your best friend's arm and leading the group to a private section they had rented. “Come on Y/n!” your best friend pulled you along as the girls sang to the chorus of the song blasting through the Club.

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The night was chaotic. You lost count of the number of shots you took. You lost count of the number of times one of the girls yakked in the bathroom. You lost count of the number of guys you curved away from you and your group.

Everything was becoming blurry. Senses loosened. No one in your group was in their right mind. It was 2 am and 6 drunk women and a bride-to-be were shitfaced in a club filled with 20-somethings with no morals left right now.

You are one of them. You chuckled and turned to your best friend who was slumped on the velvet couch sweaty from all the dances she danced in the last few hours. You whispered to her cheekily with the idea that sparked in your drunken mind.

“Should I text Johnny that I miss him?” you giggled out stupidly at the idea. Your best friend's eyes widened and your mouth erupted into laughter. She hit your chest playfully and motioned to your phone. “Girl, you’re too fuckin’ much. Tell him you love him and have a good night,” she egged on before looking to face her sisters and friends gossiping about the background of you and Johnny’s relationship.

You picked up the phone and dialed Johnny’s number. “Be right back!” you squealed as you walked to the restroom holding the phone to your ear.

It was late, of Johnny was asleep in bed when you called. On the third ring, Johnny groaned looking over to his nightstand next to his bed to see your contact picture appear on the screen of his phone. He stretched a bit before picking up the phone and checking the time. “Hello? Y/n it’s late, are you okay?” he asked groggily.

His sleepy voice. Fuck, was it enough to turn you on while you were sober, but right now? Girl, you were trying not to moan in response to the sound of his voice. You sat on the sink, swinging your feet as you slumped against the cool tile wall of the bathroom. “Johnny-“ you dragged out with a hum. “I miss you, the Bachotlette was so much fun,” you whined out with a pout.

Johnny sighed into the phone and rubbed his temples. “Y/n, are you drunk right now?” he asked with a stern tone. His brows furrowed as he pulled the blankets off his body and searched around for some clothes.

“Nooo!” you dragged as your brows furrowed at his assumptions. But of course you were. Anyway could tell. Who couldn’t know that you were? “But I miss you, Johnny, we’re at Club Atlantis like how we used to always go together! You, me, Derrick, Steph, everyone!” you mindlessly called against the phone.

Lucky for you, Katie was spending the night at her cousin’s house with Uncle Mark and his wife. “Here I come Y/n, stay with the girls until I get there and I’ll take you home okay?” Johnny asked of you as he slipped on a T-shirt and some sweatpants. Sliding his feet into some sandals.

You bit your lip at his command. He was coming to get you? You squealed in excitement into the phone, causing Johnny to pull away from his device for a moment. “Johnny you’re coming to get me! I wanna stay at your house, I bet it’s so nice and big,” you emphasized at the end of the sentence biting your lip cheekily.

Johnny’s eyes widened at your words, clearing his throat at your antics. He shook his head and sighed in relief before grabbing his keys and heading to his car. “Please stay put Y/n, I’ll be there soon okay?” he begged of you before starting the engine of his car and pulling out of the driveway.

“Yes, Johnny! See you soon! Mwah!” you kissed the speaker of the phone and hung up, walking out of the bathroom back to the section filled with your friends who were getting up slowly. They were bumping and slumping everywhere, boy did y'all have time tonight?

Your best friend smiled cheekily at you. “How did it go?” she asked cocking her head to you matching your smile. “He’s my ride tonight, he’ll be here in like 15?” you boasted to the girls, receiving a bunch of cheers and claps from the crew. “That’s my girl!” your bestie cheered on.

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You were now in the passenger seat of Johnny’s car, fastened up in the seatbelt with your head lying on the cold glass of the window.

Johnny was driving back to his house, his gaze repeatedly following the road but as well trailing off to you. “You had fun tonight didn’t you?” he asked rhetorically as he giggled to himself.

You nodded, “mhm!” you hummed as your eyes began to shut. “More fun now that I’m with you,” you sluggishly whispered out.

Johnny sighed and shook his head once more. “Poor Y/n, a lightweight as usual. You always say the silliest things when you’re drunk,” he reminded you. “Just like that time, we were in school and drank at the dorm. Told me you loved me even though I and Stephanie were just getting together,” he brought up a bit meekly.

Your eyes opened and faced his soft gaze. “I won't lie, not even while drunk Johnny,” you brought up as he reminisced in the moment. “I’m having fun with you now, and I did love you. Always have,” you shyly admitted feeling your cheeks turn red.

Suddenly it felt like the alcohol washed away. Realistically it didn’t, but you knew that what you were saying wasn’t the result of the liquor. It was the truth. The most honest you’ve been and of course it sucked that you brought it out in this state. But the honesty behind it was never watered down like it was when you’re sober.

Johnny’s breath hitched at your confession. It’s not like he was surprised honestly. But it was more so he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. If you love him, why turn him down? Why be so inconsistent? Why not have been with him this entire time? He shook his head remaining silent. You could talk with him about this at another time right? Preferably when you were sober. If you could even remember this conversation at least.

Shortly Johnny pulled into his driveway. Parking his car and shutting off the engine, swiftly gets out and comes to the passenger side to help you out. “Come on Y/n, let’s help you out here okay?” he asked as he unbuckled your seatbelt for you and took your hand in his.

You stumbled out of the car due to your crazy heels and altered feeling of senses. But thankfully you were able to latch on to Johnny’s large frame as he guided you inside the house. Of course, you were right about the house being nice and big. Complimented with warm-toned furniture and hardwood floors. Adorned with beautiful portraits of him and his family, including the adorable Katie.

He guided you to the guest room, a simple queen-sized bed with white sheets and a TV parallel to it. You gasped at the room. “Johnny! I didn’t know you had a guest room,” you stupidly reacted looking at the scarcely decorated space which caused him to giggle.

“Have a seat Y/n,” he gently instructed leading you to sit on the edge of his bed. He got on one knee lightly lifting your ankle to untie your heel. Your breath hitched seeing him in the angle. He was focused and careful, his eyes carefully averted away from your bare legs.

“Johnny,” you whined softly as you cocked your head to the side to eye him.

“Hm?” he softly responded as both of your heels were in the palms of his hands. He rose back up to his feet, leaving the shoes near the edge of the bed. He hovered over you, his tall and broad frame standing above you. But not intimidatingly, lovingly. His eyes looked softly at yours as your expression was meek. “What’s wrong Y/n?” he questioned.

Your heartbeat is louder at the way he spoke to you. The gentleness and care this man poured onto you was one of the first things that drew you to him. It’s not surprising that that’s never changed. “I told you I was having fun with you and you’re pushing me away to bed so early,” you complained rolling your eyes at him with a bratty expression to go along with it.

Johnny wasn’t annoyed surprisingly. You would think he would be. You called him out of his sleep begging for his attention and had him drive miles out to get you. But to Johnny, if this was one of the only ways to care for you, he’d take it. He’d drive hours to be with you. He’d care for you, in any state whether it’s drunk or sober. Better him than anyone else.

“Ah, Y/n please don’t start that tonight,” he says as he pulls the blanket away and guides you to rest on the plush mattress. “Rest, we have plans for tomorrow night, right? Our dinner with Katie? I’d hate for you to miss it cause’ of a hangover,” he cooed.

He watched you pout as you reluctantly calmed under the sheets. The tightness of your dress hugging you wasn’t enough to overwhelm your feeling of tiredness. You blinked heavily as you looked up at the warm face of the man caring for you.

Your cheeks swarmed red and your eyes watered. Thinking about everything over the past few years. How did you miss out on this? You were stupid. The man who would go across the Earth, distract himself for years, give you time and space as you begged, just for years later to be met with the same amount of loyalty and love he left you with. Johnny’s love for you never changed. And neither did your love for him.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath as a warm tear fell on your face. You hid under the blanket to distract Johnny before he could notice it. Unfortunately, you were too late.

Johnny’s eyes widened as he kneeled downwards and caressed your cheek. “Hey, Y/n. What’s wrong,” he asked carefully whispering, hoping that he didn’t overwhelm you. He knew it could be a response to the alcohol, but it didn’t diminish his worry nor hinder his fear that something was hurting you.

You gently wrapped your arm around his wrist, strumming the area with your thumb. “I-I…” you stuttered choking on a sob. “I love you, and you don’t believe me. You never believed me,” you murmured muffling your sobs through the blanket.

Johnny’s head tilted and confusion hit your eyes. “What? No Y/n, I know you love me, we’ve been friends for years of course I know that,” he cooed as he attempted to calm you down. You shook your head rapidly as he wasn’t understanding what you were throwing out.

“No Johnny! I’m in love with you! You thought I wasn’t because I was worried about school,” you confessed as you sat up against the headboard with tear-stained cheeks streaming through your makeup.

“When I told you that night Junior year, I meant it. But you were with Stephanie and completely ignored it! You thought I hated you, but I was too scared, I didn’t want to fail! I didn’t want to argue, and then you fucking left us after graduation and wanted to fucking marry her Johnny! What was I supposed to do?!” you spat out in a daze.

The emotions ran through your veins like venom. You knew he wasn’t all to blame for the situation, at all. You didn’t do your all to show him that you loved him. How could you? But how could he not see through you? Wasn’t he supposed to be your best friend?

Johnny ran a palm down his face. His breathing was heavy. His eyes were sullen. He felt like shit. Of course, he knew was at fault, he went to be with someone else in the distraction of his feelings and yours. He shook his head before gently squeezing into the side of the bed.

He hugged you, closer than he ever had before. You sobbed into his broad chest. He believed every word you said. But there was no way he could talk to you about everything right now, not while you’re drunk and in bed with him. This close, he needed your full awareness and closure.

He pecked the top of your forehead and strummed his fingers through your hair as your sobs calmed and your breathing slowed.

“Don’t worry Y/n, I’m in love with you too,” he assured.

He calmed you until you were resting. A deep sleep overthrowing your consciousness.

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The next morning was all too quick to come. The sunshine peeks through Johnny’s guest room curtains. You looked around the unfamiliar space, groaning at the sleepiness that was still taking over.

Thankfully, you weren’t one to have a loose memory after drinking and you were aware that you safely went home with Johnny. However, you don’t remember Johnny leaving the bed, as you noticed the side of the mattress was empty.

You flipped the blanket to the side pressed your bare feet into the carpet and trudged through the home. “Johnny!” you called out looking around for signs of the man.

A few moments later, his figure is seen opening the door to the primary bedroom as his body is covered in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants set with his slides on. “Good morning Y/n,” he smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist for a hug.

You smiled back in return hugging him back and pulling him closer. “Hi, sorry I had to crash last night I didn’t expect you to bring me here,” you sheepishly apologized to the man. A deep sigh escaped your lips thinking about everything that happened last night.

“Don’t mention it Y/n,” he assured taking your hand in his. “Hey uhm, I have to pick up Katie in an hour, should I take you home now so you can have some time to yourself before dinner?” he suggested as his eyes gently scanned over your figure.

You were still in a skimpy dress. Your makeup was melting off and your hair was frizzier than anything. “Yeah that’s a good idea, I look a fucking mess,” you self deteriorated on about your looks. Johnny chuckled and let go of your palm.

“You’re a very pretty mess,” he complimented as he walked to grab his keys. “I’ll be at the door until you’re ready,” he calmly spoke.

You nodded turning to the guest room to grab your shoes, purse, and phone. You opened your device and saw missed calls from your best friend as well as spammed pictures of the night out flooding away your message box.

You texted her back immediately, letting her know you were safe and sound with Johnny and that you would be calling her back as soon as you could, sending lots of heart emojis and liking messages in the group chat.

You met Johnny at the door with a smile, lacing your hand in his signaling that you were ready to go.

While walking to Johnny’s car, he told you about Katie spending the night at her cousin's house and all things revolving around her and her social life. She’s very sociable like Johnny and everyone else loves having her around. She was only 3, but she was learning sight words and math already and could count to 100!

You were in the passenger seat as Johnny was driving, bragging more about the skills of his beautiful daughter.

“She’s such a treasure, she’s the best thing that came out of me and Steph’s relationship,” he admitted to you smiling at the thought of his daughter. “I want to enroll her in some extracurricular activities. I’d love for her to do a sport and play piano as I did, I’m scared I’m just not the best person to teach her, I want her to have more female figures in her life,” he solemnly admitted with a sad smile.

Your heart sank at Johnny’s words. “Growing up without a mother and distant from grandmothers or aunts must be a struggle for Katie, despite her having a lot of friends at daycare,” you poured your two cents out into the conversation, nervously meddling at your fingers.

Johnny nodded his head slowly in agreement. “Tell me about it, I just want the best for my little girl, that’s all. I try my best to buy her the toys and clothes she likes, but I have no idea what any of the dolls that she likes are from. Or any of the princesses or shows she likes to teach her, it’s hard to be a single parent but I want to be her best friend,” he confessed.

His cheeks were red at the vulnerable statements he shed out to you. It’s not that Johnny wasn’t attentive to Katie, there were just some things he naturally didn’t understand. He didn’t understand everything about hair, nails, princesses, and when she should play with certain things like makeup and such. How could he?

“Well, how about you start telling me when Katie starts taking an interest in certain things and I’ll help you set up a time to take her out and explore them. I’ll even tell you everything I know about Disney princesses and hair,” you chuckled as you held his right hand.

Johnny smiled beamed. “I would appreciate you more than I already do,” he softly admitted peaking over to glance at you.

You returned the bright look, glancing to the windshield to see him pulling up to your apartment complex. “Well, time for me to go. See you at 6?” you asked as you began to unbuckle your seatbelt.

Johnny nodded. “See you at 6 Y/n,” he assured before leaning to kiss your cheek. You grinned like an idiot, covering away your smile with your palm. “Bye Johnny,” you teased rolling your eyes as you exited the car.

He waved and sat in the parking spot before making sure you safely entered the apartment. The sigh that left his body was deep. He was completely whipped by you. Enamored even more with your interest in Katie. His heart swelled. It was full of love. For you.

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You managed to have a very productive day once you arrived home. Of course, after showering and eating breakfast, you did some laundry and tidied the space around you. It was now nearing time for dinner and of course, you filled in your best friend from the events of last night.

You sat at your vanity once again, blending the makeup across your cheek with your phone propped up showcasing your best friend on the line, in bed next to her husband.

“Did you guys have sex?” she asked bluntly causing a disgusted groan from her husband lying next to her. “Shut up Derrick,” she cursed rolling her eyes.

A tsk sound escaped your lips. “No darling,” you assured her with a cheeky smile. “Just confessions, if anything happens again, I’ll let you know. But, I genuinely want to have a talk with him about everything,” you replied as you closed the lid to your powder, dusting it away from your face.

You stood up in front of the camera and smoothed out the outfit you adorned. A cream-colored blouse some blue jeans with a wedge. Something simple and flattering, yet appropriate to wear around Katie.

“Oh God! Y/n you look beautiful, if he doesn’t try to hit while you’re in that, I’m gonna do it for him,” she complimented with a beaming grin. Derrick clears his throat eyeing her. “Oh come on, let me hype up my maid of honor,” she scoffed rolling her eyes at her fiancé.

You chuckled at your best friends’ antics and continued getting ready, finishing your look with a nice lip gloss and spritzing some perfume. You checked the time, it’s about 5:30 and you wanted to make sure you were on time. “Okay babe, I’m bout to go. Love you! I’ll update you on everything when I’m finished,” you wished to your best friend as you picked up the phone making kissy faces.

She bid you farewell kissing the screen as well, signaling you to hang up. Once doing so, you grabbed your keys and headed downstairs to the parking lot. Sending Johnny a quick text letting him know that you were on the way as you slipped into your car, starting the engine.

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Johnny was finishing up with the meal he prepared for you three. Just a simple steak and potatoes with a salad, nothing too fancy.

“Daddy! When is Ms. Y/n coming?” Katie ran into the kitchen to ask him with a small pout. Johnny smiled as he had just seen your message not too long ago appear on his phone.

“She’ll be here any minute baby. Are you that hungry?” he asked curiously as he finished dressing the salad. Katie shook her head.

“I just wanna see her,” she shyly confessed looking down at the tile floor. Johnny’s heart pattered, causing him to look at her with the softest eyes and his mouth tugging into a sheepish grin. “I wanna see her too Katie,” he assured the little girl.

A few moments later, a ring on the doorbell flooded the home. Katie immediately cheered running to the door knowing it was you. “She’s here!” she ran to the door singing out.

Johnny quickly followed behind her, worried she would open the door alone. “Hey, Katie! Wait for me baby,” he calmly asked catching her in time and popping her on his hip. He opened the front door to be met with your beautiful frame, a smile so bright it could light up the night. At least that was what Johnny said.

“Hi, Ms. Y/n!” Katie happily cheered waving at you. Your smile grew even bigger as you stepped inside to hold the sweet girl's hand. “Hello beautiful!” you greeted the young girl. “Hi, Johnny! It smells great in here,” you complimented as you slipped out of your shoes.

Johnny’s cheeks blushed red as he sheepishly strummed the back of his nape. “Thank you, Y/n. You look beautiful, like always,” he complimented moving to the side and setting Katie down.

Katie immediately latched on to your hand pulling you along with her to the table. She began babbling about dinner, movies, toys, anything you could name. Of course, you and her were best friends now, and best friends sit and listen to each other yap. You were no stranger to the scenario.

Johnny’s heart swelled at the sight. You paid attention to Katie just like he did. When she spoke, you responded. When she showed you toys, you looked. You made her feel seen and loved and that’s why she cared so much about you. And one of the many reasons Johnny cared about you.

Johnny set the table, handing you and him a nicely portioned plate of the dishes, while handing Katie her pink pig-shaped plate with steak bites and mini-sides. “Thank you, Daddy!” Katie grabbed before picking up her matching fork and started eating.

“Thank you, Johnny,” you said with a smile before starting to eat as well. Everything was heavenly. He remembered exactly how you liked your steak and what dressing you ate with your salad. The gestures meant everything to you.

Johnny’s smile was huge seeing that you and Katie enjoyed what he cooked. “Of course, girls. You know I had to go all out for my babies,” he assured as he took a bite of his own cooking.

The conversation was light. Katie talked about daycare and her friends. Johnny spoke about work and his interests as well as you. The flirting was kept to a respectful minimum, due to the toddler right next to you who was fighting sleep for the last hour.

Katie’s head dipped as she yawned over her empty plate. “Uh oh, someone’s very full and very sleepy,” Johnny pointed out as he stood up from the table, picking up the toddler to place her on his hip.

Katie sleepily yawned and rested her head on his chest, waving at you softly. “Night night, Ms. Y/n,” she pouted out closing her eyes.

Johnny giggled looking at you briefly. “I’ll be back, let me set this princess to bed,” he alerted you.

You nodded and waved to the sleepy girl. “Goodnight Katie, sleep well,” you bid to her as you patiently waited for Johnny to get back.

You kindly took it upon yourself to take the dishes off the table and wash them out for him. He’d done a great job of creating such a meal for you, it’s the least you could do.

Entering the kitchen, you notice the refrigerator. Lots of pictures of Katie over the stainless steel. Pictures of her when she was first born, her first Halloween, and even one recently of her and Johnny back in Chicago.

But one really caught your eye, the long dark hair that was too familiar. Stephanie, Johnny, and Katie sitting together at what seemed to be a fair or an amusement park. The sight was painful for you. The genuine looks of smiles bestowed the picture. From all three individuals. What went wrong?

Thoughts have flown through your head. About maybe one day, you could be a family with Johnny and Katie, maybe some children of your own. Getting older has definitely played a factor in your thoughts, but you would be happy with this. Being the mother that Katie needed, being the wife that Johnny needed. You loved them both.

“Yeah, I still need to take that down,” Johnny spoke from behind you, causing you to jump and almost drop all of the dishes. Your heart was pacing at the sudden scare.

“Fuck, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you cursed as you set the dishes into the sink. You looked shyly over to the pictures. “I-I, honestly. I couldn’t bring myself to take that down either honestly,” you tried to consolidate with the heartbroken man.

Johnny shrugged and came over to the fridge, tugging at the photo swiftly. “I can’t be bothered to care anymore,” he told you softly. “Plus, there’s something I have to speak with you about,” he brought up almost too bluntly causing your heartbeat to pick up with immense nervousness.

You cleared your throat meeting his eyes. “Yeah of course, what is it?” you tried to ask as coolly as your voice allowed.

Johnny leaned against the counter with his hands in his pockets, gaze falling into yours. “You said you loved me last night, while you were drunk,” he mentioned tilting his head to you. “I wanted to see if you could tell me that while you were sober,” he asked coolly. He knew that you loved him. But he knew that you were scared and reluctant, as you’ve always been.

But you two were adults now. Johnny understood you, but he also knew for his sake that the scared and reluctant act would do more harm than good for you two.

You sighed deeply thinking hard about what to tell him. You couldn’t lie, you gained nothing from it. It just pained the both of you more. But your mind wouldn’t let you be vulnerable.

“I-I was really drunk, I shouldn’t have poured it on you like that. You just got out of your relationship, and we just started speaking again, I don’t even know if I’m ready for anything,” you rambled out just to be caught off guard by Johnny rubbing his temples frustratingly. You looked at him with furrowed brows confused with his response.

“What will take for you to stop being so worried Y/n?” Johnny brought up. “We’ve loved each other for years, we stopped talking for years just to be brought back together. Nothing is holding us back anymore, we can be happy. Together. You’re worried I know,” Johnny began with a frustrating tone yet quiet voice.

His hands grabbed yours as his pleading eyes stared into yours. “You told me you loved me, that you’ve always loved me. Show me,” he spoke out to you gently.

Suddenly, a plethora of emotions hit you both like a truck. Especially you. You couldn’t think of anything. Anything other than kissing him. You cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to meet your sweet lips in a hunger-filled kiss.

He took no time to kiss back, pulling your nape deeper into his lips and filling your body with passion. The tension in the room thickened and the temperature rose, filling you both with an intense new feeling for each other.

Johnny’s hands roamed around your waist, enamored with your figure under the blouse. After a few moments, he pulled away from your lips breathing heavily and panting for air.

Your eyes met. His eyes hazily looked at yours, filled with an array of love and devotion. Yet laced with an ounce of lust. “Please stop hiding yourself from me Y/n,” Johnny pleaded to you as he began to kiss your jaw, earning soft hums from your mouth.

“Let’s just love each other,” he whispered as he closed any centimeter of space between you two. All you could do was nod and wrap your arms around his neck.

“We will just love each other. I’ll love you, give you all of me. I swear,” you promised to him as your hands roamed down his shoulders.

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“Open,” is the first thing Johnny said to you as pushed to your knees on the floor of his bedroom. His length, hard and flushed dripping with pre-cum awaited your soft lips.

You did so, by opening your mouth ajar, and you felt a grip in your hair pushing your wet mouth onto his hard length. A groan of pleasure leaves Johnny’s mouth as he begins to thrust slowly into your mouth.

Gagging, you did your best to grasp onto his cock and suck away at the muscle. He was big, but it could t surprise you that much. Everything about him was. His muscles, his shoulders, his chest, his height. He was attractive in every physical and mental aspect. Reason number 99 on why you loved him.

Spit coaxed his length, making it easier for you to take it. But, it pushed him closer to his edge. You looked so beautiful to him, your eyes were welling with tears as you obeyed him so well.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he cooed loosening his grip a bit on your hair once you got a good rhythm on his cock. “You love me so much you’re gonna gag on my dick? Make me feel good and cum in your mouth?” he filthy mouthed at you. He strummed his thumb over your flushed cheeks as lewd noises from your lips filled the air.

All you could do was hum and gag for him, choking as his tip penetrated your throat. Each gag pushed him closer and closer to his climax. “Fuck, Y/n my baby is taking me so well, gonna cum so quick for you. Such a good girl,” he praised as his hips bucked into your throat quicker.

Tears were streaming from the intensity, but who were you to stop? You owed this to him, for his years of unconditionally waiting for you. Loving you. You needed this and so did he, you wanted to prove to him tonight that you loved him more than anything.

Johnny’s core tightened as his legs began to shake nearing his release. “Fuck,” he panted before slowing down his sloppy thrusts. Without warning, his warm thick liquid filled your mouth.

You didn’t think twice, swallowing his load and pulling off his length with a small pop sound. You took the back of your forearm wiping away any excess spit from your lips. “Did I do good?” you asked shyly looking at his gaze for an answer.

He nodded with a sheepish smile, helping lift you up and guiding you to his bed. “Yes baby,” he praised as he stroked your cheek and pushed away and excess hair from your sweaty face. “May I return the favor?” he asked softly pecking at your wet lips.

You responded with a soft nod as your eyes fluttered from the gesture. You lay on your back against his mattress. Johnny slowly came onto the bed, laying his long slender fingers against your seeping core.

Moans erupted from your lips, your legs shaking on impulse as he began sliding his digits against your heat. Coaxing his fingers in your stickiness. “Mmph, Johnny!” you whimpered out as you began bucking your core against his strong hand. A cocky grin filled his lips as he watched you impatiently move against his hand.

“So needy baby? You need me hm?” he asked staring at your weak expression. You nodded your head profusely at his question. “Need you! I need you so bad, I love you so much, please!” you screamed out confessing your desire for him.

A low groan escaped from him as he slid two fingers deep inside your aching pussy, clenching around his digits immediately. His pace was slow yet deep, taking in the feeling of your warm cunt.

“Feels so good right? I fuck you so good with my fingers,” he hummed out watching as his digits disappeared deeper into your core. Your abdomen tightened at the feeling, slick wet sounds filling the air as you began to pant at his touch.

He leaned into your ear, kissing and licking at your lobe and sucking on the bottom. “Imagine how good you’ll feel when I fuck you, right baby?” Johnny seductively whispered into your ear.

Earning enough stimulation, you pulsated around his thrusts feeling your climax reaching. Your back involuntarily arched as his pace quickened rapidly. “J-Johnny,” you spewed out with a harsh breath. “Cum, I wanna-“ you could barely get out as your climax overtook your body, causing sly spasms as you released onto his hand.

Johnny’s smirk grew as he acknowledged the sensation pooling into his palms. “You did so good didn’t you?” he asked as he slowly retracted his palm, bringing his fingers up to your lips for you to swallow your own cum.

Your brows furrowed as you stuck your tongue out, swirling around his digits and humming at the taste of your sweet release. Johnny watched intensively as you did so, his ego swelling at the sight.

“Good baby,” he cooed once you finished and made his way to spread your legs and sit between your thighs.

“Johnny,” you panted looking at him with lustful eyes, bringing your hands to graze over his clothed chest. He adorned a white muscle tee, exposing his biceps and shoulder tattoo to your eyes. “Yes darling?” he asked tilting his head to the side to meet your gaze.

“Off please,” you begged tugging at the light fabric of his shirt. He chuckled as his hands roamed to your light blouse, lifting it from the hem to expose your nude-colored bra. “Only if you do the same for me, baby,” he reprimanded motioning you to sit up.

You nodded obediently doing so, sitting up to swiftly remove your blouse and tossing it across the room. You then unclamped your bra, throwing it to the side as well. Leaving your top half completely on display for your lover.

His eyes lowered to your chest, enamored completely with what he had seen. Your nipples are hard and on display for his eyes, darkening as his breath hitched while lewd thoughts filled his head. “You’re so beautiful Y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he praised as his hands made their way to your breasts, toying with you.

You bit your lips at the sensation, arching your back at each gripping movement caused a loud moan from your lips. Your eyes fluttered rapidly as his fingers pinched at your nipples. “You sound so pretty, feels so good right? Want me to fuck you now hm?” Johnny questioned as his hands lowered to your waist, gripping the sides and pulling you closer to his chest.

You nodded rapidly, tugging once more on his tee as your eyes locked with his. “Now Johnny!” you whined out earning a coy chuckle from him once again. “Okay, baby, don’t worry, you’re gonna feel so good,” he assured kissing your forehead as removed his tank.

His hand reached for the small of your back, lying you down once again on his mattress and lining himself up with your slick entrance. He was careful not to break the kiss, distracting you once he entered his thick length into your tight core.

The sensation filling you causes a loud scream to erupt from your throat, just to be shushed and calmed down by Johnny. “Shh, darling,” he whispered slowing his pace as he deepened into you. “Be a good girl, take my cock, princess, I know you can do it for me right?” his words were so explicit yet filled with a tender reassurance that you desperately needed at the moment.

You nodded slowly, shutting your eyes and taking in the feeling. “So big Johnny,” you praised as he was now fully engaged in your heat. His movements started off slow, yet deep and steady. Low grunts echoed from him, while high-pitched moans came from your sweet lips. Johnny couldn’t help but feel encouraged to ram into you rougher, now wanting to hear how loud you could get for him.

He wanted to hear how amazing he made you feel. He knew you loved him and that he was all you needed. He needed to hear it from you, one way or another.

“Talk to me baby,” he instructed as he quickened his pace hitting your sweet spot. You could barely focus on formulating a sentence, all you could think of was the sensational pleasure he gave you. “F-feels so good Johnny, I can’t…” you gasped out needily as you felt him ram into your core as your legs were close to your chest.

Johnny grunted out, gripping the sheets adjacent to you as he buried himself deeper into your cunt. “You can’t what baby? You can’t take my cock? You can’t take how much I love you? Hm?” Johnny asked as his thrusts became steadier and deeper, sweat beading on his forehead. “You want me to stop?” he teased earning a whine from you.

“I can take it! I want to feel all your love, please keep fucking me!” you moaned out, feeling his deep thrusts strike something in you. The sex was rough. Everything about it was passionate and aggressive, but it was exactly what you needed from each other. Years worth of tension, pent-up aggression, and remorse, are finally being poured into each other.

“I need you, I love you, please!” you confessed to Johnny, pushing his nape closer to kiss your neck as you reached closer to your high.

Johnny’s eyes fluttered as low grunts escaped his mouth. He was lost in you. The woman he loved the most, the longest. He finally had you. He gave his all to you, and you were finally doing the same. “I love you too, let me cum for you darling,” he begged as his kisses and thrusts alike become rugged and sloppy.

Mixes of curses and moans echoed in the air, your climax clashed with Johnny’s. He rammed into you, deepening his ejaculate into your cunt, mixing away with your juices until he collapsed to the side of you.

Both of your chests were heaving up and down, sweat beading over each of your bodies.

Once the calm filled the air, your head cocked to the side as you faced your lover. “I’m sorry, for everything that’s happened over the past few years. I know I was dumb because I was scared but-“

You were cut off immediately by a warm familiar hand cupping your flushed cheek, and a soft tingling kiss pressed against your lips.

“No more apologies Y/n. Let’s just do this the right way,” Johnny asked of you. His eyes filled with a sparkle, a plea.

All you could do was smile. Nodding to him before you took him into a deep kiss again.

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“By the power invested in me,” the reverend spoke at the altar. You stood behind your beautiful best friend who was draped in her white lacey veil and dress. To her opposite was her husband Derrick with a proud Johnny standing behind him, his gaze alternating between the scene ahead, and you.

You held back a few tears that threatened to fall, the sight was beautiful. The pianist played a soft melody in the background. You looked stunning in the silky emerald dress that all the other bridesmaids had to wear, as it complimented the black suits with emerald ties the groomsmen wore.

The wedding was picture perfect, it was exactly how your best friend and you could’ve imagined. The green accents surround the garden as well as the tables and decor. Your best friend pat away a single tear that streamed down her beautifully painted face.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the reverend happily stated. Not even a moment later, the pair began to kiss each other with such a loving vigor as the room erupted in cheers and claps.

Your eyes matched with Johnny’s, the same amount of energy that you felt in the moment was reciprocated from him as well. It was evident that love was in the air for everyone, you two included.

Following the ceremony, the room erupted into laughter and dancing. Your best friend was already tipsy from champagne, laughing in the arms of her husband.

You sat at the table with all the other bridesmaids, giggling as you sipped on your own glass as well. Then, a familiar warm hand caressed your shoulder causing you to look up at the source.

A beaming Johnny met your gaze, his hand extended out to you. “Care to dance?” he asked almost too casually. It was cliche, but it was Johnny. Could you really say no?

A soft giggle came from the table as you and the girls looked at him. You reached your hand out taking your fingers in his, “of course, Mr. Suh,” you agreed dipping to him playfully as he pulled you to the dance floor.

He wrapped his hands sweetly around your waist, pulling you closely to him. Your arms naturally met around his neck taking in his beauty, staring blissfully into his eyes as you began to sway along with him to the music.

“You know,” he began as he stared down at your figure. “I always knew, since freshman year that they were going to last,” he mentioned referring to Derrick and your best friend, causing you to tilt your head to their direction.

“Yeah, especially the way Derrick spoke about her. It always let me know that he was so deeply in love with her you know?” you replied back, smiling happily at the sigh of your best friend in the arms of her loving husband.

Johnny nodded with a small chuckle. “Yeah,” he stated before locking eyes with you.

“It’s the same way I speak about you.”

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Authors Note:

EEEEK! this took me a few days, but i THOROUGHLY hope you enjoy! pls repost and like everything! engage! i’ll write more i swear, any requests or suggestions you have, PLS lmk! If you’re feeling generous, you should buy me a coffee☕️.

love, mei~

[mirensiart]

The legend of Zelda: Chained Truths ⛓️ MASTERPOST🗝

(aka where I'll be putting everything about my KeyChain zelink au content)

This is my original zelda story with my zelda & link ocs, they've been fondly nicknamed Key (zelda) and Chain (link) to distinguish them from the canon links & zeldas

The basic plot is that the story happens roughly 100 years post Spirit Tracks in the adult timeline

Zelda (granddaughter of spirit tracks!zelink) is framed for the murder of the king, she manages to escape castle town just for a huge bounty to be placed on her head, she is wanted DEAD or ALIVE

Link, a bounty hunter who only takes "wanted: alive" jobs, stumbles upon Zelda and catches her. Link uses a magical item in the form of a chain to catch criminals, and thus chains himself to Zelda so he can bring her to justice.

Zelda manages to convince him to help her out by offering double the Bounty on her head if he does (and they're successful) Link who's desperate for money to support his family, reluctantly agrees to help her find the truth behind her father's murder.

However, when he's about to unchain them, he finds out the magic key he used to lock the chain is missing, they're now stuck to each other until the key is found or they find another way to unlock their shackles.

They hate each other at first, but eventually warm up to each other.

⛓️DOODLES & COMICS OF THEM 🗝

- OG post

- how they first met

- he jinxed himself

- how the chain works

- oh no she's a hugger

- I don't usually care for criminals

- working together

- open your eyes, Link!

- she's trapped

- now she's here, shining in the starlight

- touch starved

- she will deny she was worried later

- I'm so glad you're OK!

- they tripped and fell

- they think they're so cool

- pocky game

- they eventually kiss (2 years later lmao)

- whump that boy!

- go for it, Zelda!

- he really doesn't like the hero's clothes

- sage of earth, Aveli

- she's a little awkward but she's got the spirit!

- THE CONFESSION

- Link and his siblings

- hold me tight or not

⛓️ WORLD BUILDING TEXT POSTS🗝

- she's so done actually

- possible sages

- ENDGAME

- Zelda's is touch starved / Link is physically affectionate: the dynamic

⛓️ THEIR TAG 🗝

#key&chain loz ocs

⛓️ TAG FOR THE FANART AMAZING PEOPLE HAVE DONE OF THEM 🗝

#keychain fanart

[sparrows4bats]

So I need to talk about Damian and Wonder Woman. Also, the acrobat on tiktok inspired this a bit.

Damian adores her, and the feeling is 100 per cent mutual.

Like when they interact in the comics it's so funny and oftentimes so heartfelt.

Diana is the daughter of a God and a queen burdened by legacy and truths hidden from her. She is a complex character who tries to live up to the expectations of those she was raised to lead while also trying to protect the innocents of a culture that sometimes despises her.

She looks at Damian Al Ghul Wayne and sees a mirror. Sees the rage, the doubt and need to prove yourself. All things she feels and wishes she did not. The little Robin is so young to be this troubled.

So she tries her best to help. The boy, while quite verbose in his barbs, is respectful to those who have earned it, loyal and unendingly kind. (He was raised by Talia, Damian Wayne, respects women!!)

Diana spars with the little warrior, and they bond over their shared love of swords. He is quite feirce and after he compliments her own skills they start teaching eachother different fighting styles from their homelands.

Damian shows her his art after she catches him sketching, Diana, who has worked as a curator for years, is suitably impressed with his talent and gives him feedback. Damian later gives her a sketch of herself in the heat of battle. She smiles and has this precious treasure framed.

When Damian trusts her a little more, he introduces her to his pets, and she falls in love with the small zoo that Damian has befriended. She especially loves Goliath, but Damian gets a haunted look in his eyes when he explains how he met the dragon bat. Diana just hugs him. There's nothing she can say that the young warrior doesn't already know. (Damian names one of Batcows progeny Wondercow in her honour, and Diana can't think of a better tribute!)

They grow closer after that, She and Damian have tea when they have time and Damian tells her about how Clarks son left and came back a man he didn't recognise anymore. Diana thinks of her own immortality and advises him to stay with Jon, that he will need his friendship now more than ever. Damian takes her advice seriously.

He endeavours to be a better friend to her as well after that, too.

When she has Lizzie, her beautiful daughter, there's no one she trusts more with her than Damian, whom she watched grow up to be a man with more honour than almost any she's ever known. (If Jon joins him, she just enjoys Damians' reaction to the new Superman.)

When Lizzie comes home excited about her adventures and calling Damian big brother all Diana can feel is warm. (She trusts Damian to protect her, she helped train him. She is less enthused about the swear words Lizzie now innocently repeats.)

When Damian decides to become a healer. Finally leading his own path, despite his Fathers protests. Diana is nothing but supportive. She takes Damian into her home while he goes to med school, Lizzie is over the moon to live with her brother from now on.

Diana takes Bruce aside and beats sense into his emotionally constipated skull, but doesn't send Damian home for a while. It's too much fun to have the Dragons and her little warrior around the house.

When Damian becomes a doctor, he handles a lot of the other heros health care, and Diana grants him permission to study in Themyscara so he can provide proper care to the amazons that live in man's world. The other amazons are wary and cold but slowly warm to the young doctor that fights with the fury of Ares chosen to protect his patients. Like any good Amazonian healer.

When Lizzie tells her about walking in on Jon kissing Damian, both Mother and Daughter have a good time threatening the Super to ensure his continued respect for their favourite man. (She does think they are very cute together.)

Batman and Superman are upset that Diana knew about their sons dating before they did.

[polaris-daydreams]

think i need someone older

pairing : charlie reid x reader

warnings : SMUT ❗❗ daddy kink, brat taming, blowjob, rough facefucking, spit swallowing, cum swallowing, masturbating, dirty talk, imbalance of power due to difference in rank and age. pet names used : sweetheart, kid, my little girl, good girl, reid refers to himself as daddy. DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18 ❗❗

summary : you don't like the deputy chief, making it loud and clear. that only leaves reid one option, to brat tame you. 

w/c : 2.4k

a/n : for my bb @flofaiiry <3 bcs yes my moots are powerful enough to make me watch all 8 episodes of chicago pd where shawn hatosy appears, just to write about charlie reid. i'm reading her charlie reid work after i post this which means you should too okay !! this takes place before s12 ep21 where the big confrontation happens, but after torres’s relationship is known to reid ! gif credits: @ozarkthedog. divider credits: @cafekitsune. as always, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated. enjoy and go crazy over this man muaks <3

You’re a stellar officer by all accounts.

Clean record. Scholarship to the academy. 100% success rate on all your cases thus far. Past partners, members of Hank’s team and even local residents sing you praises.

A goody two shoes officer wasn't really on his radar, Reid thinks to himself. Even if you were on Hank’s team. Nothing to use, to manipulate to get his way. Too clean. Too pure. 

Yet you're the furthest thing from sunshine when you're with him.

Furrowed eyebrows. Snarky remarks. Crossed arms. You’ve made your dislike of the Deputy Chief quite clear. Despite the reprimands from your Sargeant and advice from your team members to pull back on it. Make it less obvious so you don’t incur his wrath. It all falls on deaf ears. 

Reid even caught wind of your complaining once.

“Does he think we’re his playthings? We have bigger criminals to catch than a carjacking one.” You had whispered to your Sargeant.

“Hank! You got a second?” Reid called out while leisurely strutting up to the two of you.

You didn't even try to hide your grimace at his (frequent) sudden appearances.

“Yes sir. Need an update?” Voight had become accustomed to his hovering.

“Nah. Just wanted to make sure you guys were on the right track and following the lead on this case. Don’t want my favorites to get complacent. Makes me feel like I bet on the wrong horse.” Reid answered.

You rolled your eyes.

This fucking brat.

Oh, what Reid would give to see you doing that in a different context.

“We got it handled sir.” Voight assured before leading the way to the car again.

Your eyes lingered on Reid’s as you walked backwards, before spinning and walking normally. Reid’s gaze stayed on your frame, even as you got in the car. Eyes locking when Hank starts the car. You squint at him. As if Reid’s beneath you. He’ll show you how you got it backwards a few days later.

You drag your feet back up the stairs. Losing a bet with the team meant you were left to deal with the neverending paperwork while they all went on their merry way. Of course Ruzek would rope you into their antics. The stack in your arms getting heavier by the second.

The space is dark, all desk lamps are off. Or at least, that's what you expected. Sarge’s office light is still on. A figure peeking through the window blinds. 

An outline you instantly recognise, disdain already bubbling up in your chest.

You don’t announce yourself as you enter Voight’s office, placing the stack of reports down before turning to Reid and leaning against the desk.

Your eye twitches when you take him in. Reid has his feet propped up on the table, as if he owns the place. One arm on the back of the couch, the other resting on the side. Fingers drumming as if he was waiting for you to show up. He’s dressed in a dark-coloured button up, glasses adorning his face. A different look from all the vests and uniforms. One might even say a little domestic.

What?

You stamp down that thought in your head, busying yourself with one of the files as you question him.

“The hell are you doing here?” You demand while not looking up.

So you don’t notice him stopping his movement. Don’t notice pushing his tongue into his cheek at your attitude. 

“I like to make it a point to know all my officers. So I know all about your clean record. Top of your class. Volunteering work and engaging with the community. You’re a real pleasure to work with, based on … well everybody.” Reid huffs a tiny laugh at that.

You clench your jaw. Annoyed at whatever little mind game he’s playing.

“And? What, you want a lollipop for that? It’s basic information. Anybody could’ve read my files.” You deadpan.

Reid smirks. Lollipop? Oh, he’ll give you something to suck alright.

“Mm. That’s true, but … they wouldn't think to dig a little deeper. Read along the lines as I did.” He responds while leaning back, taking his glasses off to place them atop his head.

“You don’t just follow orders from your superiors, you like being told what to do, being guided. You don’t just enjoy engaging with the community, you enjoy hearing them praise you, notice your efforts. You don’t just go along with the teasing from your team members, you look forward to the different pet names they come up with.” Reid’s voice is lower, as he takes his feet off the table.

Choosing to manspread on the couch instead.

He tilts his head.

“Why don’t you want those with me?” Genuine confusion shows in his face, as if he asked something totally innocent.

“If you’re shy, I’ll have you know I’m more than willing to be sweet on you kid. Just gotta stop being such a fuckin’ brat.”

You grip the file tighter. Bring your crossed arms closer to your chest.

All it does is make Reid’s eyes drop, before dragging them slowly up your body again.

“I think we’re done here Chie-” You push away from the desk, getting two long strides in before he interupts.

“Sit down.”

You stop in your tracks from the domineering tone he uses.

A quick glance to Reid reveals his carefree posture. Leaned back, legs spread wide. The hand that was draped on the back of the sofa is now curled on his mouth, barely covering a smirk. Like he knew the effect that kind of tone and command would have on you.

“I said. Sit. Down, kid.” Reid emphasises his point by tapping his foot once, twice.

You know what he’s really asking you to do.

What’s gonna happen if you decide to sit on the floor between his legs.

You also realise that Reid’s still giving you an out.

Unmoving from his position on the couch, the door is wide open in front of you. Reid wouldn’t stop you if you did cross over. If you chose to remain pure, untainted by his corrupted hands.

So he is slightly surprised when you go up to the door. Not to walk out, but to close and lock it. You slowly make your way to Reid. Standing between his spread knees. Not quite listening to Reid’s instructions, but that’s alright. He’ll make you obey him soon enough.

Reid runs his hands up and down your thighs covered by your black stockings. The warmth makes you shudder. He notices. He always notices.

“Been thinking of you day and night, sweetheart.”

“About ripping your tights and bending you over the desk whenever you had an attitude.” He unzips your skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

“Or fucking your throat whenever you got mouthy with me.” He tugs down your stockings, eyes darkening when he sees your panties.

“Awh, those just for me kid? S’cute, might have to steal them.” He coos while kneading your thighs.

You roll your eyes before quickly getting on your knees. Not out of submission, but out of annoyance.

“Just shut the fuck up and-” You’re cut off by Reid yanking you by the roots of your hair.

“Oh sweetheart, you kiss your Daddy bye-bye with that dirty mouth? He never teach you any manners?” Reid unbuckles his belt with his free hand.

“S’okay, I’ll do it for you, yeah?” Freeing his hard cock, pumping it a few times.

“I’ll be your Daddy tonight, kid.”

That’s the only warning you get before he thrusts hard into your mouth. You barely manage to hold down a gag at the feeling of him completely filling you up, when he takes it back out and slams into you again. The tip of his cock is kissing the back of your throat as Reid keeps up his brutal pace.

“This what you wanted? Needed, hm?” 

Drool escapes down your chin. Garbled moans and wet sounds fill the small office.

“Just needed Daddy to discipline you? My little girl just wants her Daddy to be mean and rough?”

Tears are welling up in your eyes. You can’t keep up with the snapping of his hips combined with the size of him.

“Well, what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn't give her what she wants, hm?”

Reid pulls his cock out of your mouth completely. A string of saliva connects from the tip of his cock to your swollen lips, before you sputter out a cough or two.

“Want to hear you say it, kid.”

He swipes a thumb over your chin, collecting your saliva.

“Tell Daddy how much you need him. Then I’ll give you whatever you want sweetheart.”

Reid brings his thumb past his lips, groaning as he tastes your saliva.

Your teary eyes are on him, vision slightly blurred. Yet you can still make out that cocky expression as he looks down at you.

His hand goes down to your face again. Gentle brushes of his knuckles on your cheekbones. The tight grip on the back of your hair has loosened up, stroking the hair softly instead.

A soft moment of reprieve. Just to get you to listen to him.

“Come on. Just let Daddy know that you need his big cock to fuck your throat. Let’s learn to be polite and ask for things we want, okay kid?” He has that condescending melodic tone, the one that makes your brain get all fuzzy.

You clench the fists on your thighs. Swallowing down your pride.

“Want … want Daddy to fuck my throat. Need him to cum down it, please?”

The smile Reid gives you is downright evil.

“Yeah? My little girl needs Daddy’s cock? Just needs Daddy’s cum, huh?”

His hand stops caressing your face, joining the one at the back of your head.

“Alright kid. Three taps to stop, okay?” 

You think the corners of his eyes soften just a little. 

But it's hard to focus when Reid uses both his hands to shove your mouth down the full length of his cock.

Even harder when he bucks his hips up, reaching even deeper into the warmth of your throat.

“Fuck, kid. You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasised about this. About you.”

The glasses have fallen back onto his face from the movement, a hand leaving you to quickly right them before resuming the position behind your head.

“Whenever you get bratty with me, I come home to fuck my fist to the memory of you. Make a mess on my sheets because of you, kid.”

Reid’s panting now, chest moving up and down. His focused eyes darkened from lust.

“Remember that time you said if I viewed your team as my playthings? Fuck, that made me so hard, I had to jerk off in the office bathroom. Made me think about you as my plaything. Mine to bounce on my cock whenever I wanted, suck my cock wherever I wanted.”

Tears are falling freely down your face. Slick sounds of your saliva mixed with his precum, against the thrusting motions are echoing in the room. You’re grinding against nothing, the feeling of him just too good to stop your hips. You hope Reid doesn't notice. He does. Gives you a little nod to let you slip your hand down your panties.

“M’ sure your team wouldn't mind if they saw. They already covered up Torres’s relationship, what’s another one huh? Nobody’s stupid enough to stand up to me as Deputy Chief anyways.” He lets out a dark chuckle, seeing you hump your fingers while sucking him off.

“So what do you say kid? Wanna be Daddy’s little plaything? I’ll fuck you good, you know that. Fill you up with my cum always. Send you out on cases with my cum dripping out of you, would you like that sweetheart?”

You nod dumbly, moaning around his cock pistoning in and out of your mouth. The pleasure of you fingering yourself along with him fucking your throat has you completely pliable.

Reid hisses as your moans send vibrations to his cock. He coos at the sight of you, absolutely cock-drunk. Just the way he likes it.

“Yeah? You would huh. Want you to make a mess all over your fingers and cute panties. Make a mess for Daddy, and he’ll give you what you need kid. I’ll fuck you before briefings, let my cum leak out of you while you listen obediantly. I’ll make you take me under the desk, keep me warm while I write reports.”

Your sweet whimpers are music to Reid’s ears. The view of you desperately humping your fingers, mindlessly chasing after pleasure, goes straight to his ego.

“Maybe, I’ll even fuck you over Hank’s desk. Let your team hear how good Daddy makes you feel. Let them know that I own them. That I own you.”

Your eyes roll back as your body convulses beneath him. Hips stuttering as you cum from his sinful words. The feel of him bruising your throat. Your fingers deep inside you.

It all pushes Reid to the edge. Cursing and shoving his cock completely as he spills himself into the warmth of your throat. His head is tilted back as you milk him dry, muscles tensing from the aftershocks.

Panting. Still riding that high, Reid looks back down at you as he slowly takes out his cock. He grips your jaw shut.

“Swallow.”

The command manages to get through your fucked-out state of mind. A mind that now only has him, him, him.

You gulp it down. Feeling it go down your throat and settling in your stomach.

Reid follows the movement of your throat. Tongue darting out quickly. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, flicking it down slightly.

“Stick out your tongue and show Daddy.”

You listen. No snarky remarks. No rolling of your eyes. Reid smirks triumphantly at your newfound obedience for him.

“Good fucking girl.”

The next morning when Kim comes in, she makes a comment about you getting in early even after staying late. You don’t tell her you never left. Or about how your cum soaked panties are with the Deputy Chief. Or how despite changing into different clothes, your new panties are still soaked. With Reid’s cum dripping out of you.

a/n : need that corrupt cop. also i broke my glasses while watching so i had my foldable laptop up to my face seeing shawn hatosy in all his glory. pretty pleasee like, comment or reblog if you enjoyed. come be feral over yet another shawn hatosy character with me !!

no pressure tags for beloved moots : @flofaiiry @erwinsvow @callsign-fangirl @superhoeva @mangonom @flamingdisputes @likedovesinthewnd @loveslide @twentytoo22 @ultr4vjolence

[hannahsturniolo]

ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ

Warnings: nothing, just fluff, kissing, pregnancy

This is part 2

READ ALL PARTS HERE

Summary: after Matt had some major baby fever, he convinced you that it was time for a baby. A few weeks after trying for a baby, you find out you’re pregnant.

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You were 2 days late for your period, and you were not feeling the best, laying in bed exhausted.

You and Matt had a feeling you were pregnant but you needed a test to be 100% sure.

So Matt headed to the store.

You were sitting in your bed, heart racing, scared, excited, all of the emotions. Ever since Matt told you that he wanted a baby, you were so excited.

You’re ready to be a mom, but also the nerves are kicking in. You knew pregnancy would be hard and scary since it’s something so new to you. You don’t know what to expect.

While you were waiting on Matt, you did not want to get your hopes up, and maybe you were feeling these symptoms because you were stressed about wanting to get pregnant, and you had high hopes.

Matt walked in the door. “Okay baby, let’s go to the bathroom and take this test” he looked at you with the biggest smile.

You both walked into the bathroom. You grabbed your phone and pressed record, so that you can share this footage with your fans later on. Your phone was propped up on the kitchen sink. Matt grabbed you a cup to pee in, so you could dip the pregnancy test in it.

You peed in the cup, dipped the test in, and placed the test face down on the counter.

“Okay guys this is it. We’re taking a test”

You said lifting up the test to show the camera.

Matt’s big frame was standing behind you with his hands gently on your hips.

“I’m so nervous” you whisper to Matt.

“I know baby. We got this” he whispers back.

You started pacing back and forth. Matt just standing there, impatient wanting to know if he’s about to become a dad.

Matt had a 3 minute timer on his phone, it was the longest 3 minutes of your life.

The timer had gone off.

“Fuck” you whispered.

Both of you in frame. His arm draped around your shoulder.

“Okay baby, lift up the test” he said getting giddy.

“I’m so scared Matt” you said as you picked up the test, still face down.

Matt started gently running his hand up and down your arm, tracing lazy circles, trying to calm you.

“I’m ready….” You said flipping the test up with the results facing you.

Positive is written across the test.

“OH MY GOD” Matt yelled jumping up and down.

You put down the test immediately and your hands flew up to cover your mouth, in shock.

“Baby!! We’re gonna be parents” he said pulling you in for a big bear hug, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

You were in tears. Still have not said a word. These were happy tears, but you were just in such shock that nothing could come out of your mouth.

“We’re having a baby oh my god!” Matt repeated, letting go of the hug and jumping up and down.

“I love you so much” you said looking up at him with such love in your eyes.

He leaned down, and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, his hands now back on your hips.

“I love you too baby” matt smiled.

You put your hands over your belly.

“There’s a baby in there” you said making a happy pout face up at Matt.

Matt reached down and rubbed your belly in awe.

You could not stop smiling.

You reached down and turned off the camera.

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Read other parts here!!

I’m turning this into a dad Matt and mom reader series😍

[bonus-links]

Hello! Could we have a director’s commentary on Ruins pt.11 please?? It drives me insane 🥺🥺

YEAHHH this is gonna be a long one. link to the update

this is also one of my favorite updates (and 100% my favorite dialogue in all of ch.1, possibly the whole comic so far) but I'm glad I waited to do a commentary bc I think this is actually really relevant to the latest update

cause like the conversation Loft has with botw Zelda here is very similar to the one he has with Ganondorf, though he's much less snippy during it

I wanted to give Zelda a chance to be bitter and share her grievances with the gods. Her entire story in BOTW is largely about how the legends and the expectations put upon her by them fail not only her personally but the entire kingdom. And yet she's made to feel like it's all her fault.

A lot of his comic focuses on the legacy of the Hero, but I don't want to leave Zelda (or Ganondorf) out of the conversation. The cycle makes victims of all three of them in various ways, and while I can't do everything at once, it's still my goal to explore that. The Zeldas in particular are all in interesting positions as members of the Royal Family, because they're at once always thrown in peril by it with little agency, and expected to be the facilitators of its success as the people with the closest proximity to the gods. Much to think about.

on that note BOTW Zelda is my favorite Zelda. she is my babygirl. she is my everything. I will die a BOTW Zelda defender. we haven't seen the last of her in this comic i promise :-)

okay on to actually analyzing the comic. This top panel is framed like a diptych, two paintings hinged together. these are often (though not always) associated with religious paintings and are often altarpieces. I use a triptych format in the newest update :D sidenote I think it's very cute that some of the Hylia statues in BOTW have been decorated, so i gave her a little flower crown

I imagine praying starts to feel a little strange when you are dating ur god. yeah. Also I think it's interesting that Skyloft seems to mainly worship Hylia, with the other gods being more distant. It makes sense given the whole "she personally raised us up into the sky to save us all" thing. Even though Loft is the very first hero sent on a personal religious quest directly by his goddess, I've always imagined him as kind of,,,,casually devout? In that way that it's all you've ever known. Like obviously his beliefs are deeply ingrained, but he's not as into the formality of it all as other Links we might meet later.

I think about Zelda in that freezing pool on Mt. Lanayru all the time. RAHHHHHHH

I've posted this before but close up of Slate running their errands, the errand being talking to the Great Fairies about if they've noticed anything weird going on lol. I actually wanted to make it a whole update on its own, but I cut it for time and also because. I don't think the Great Fairies really have any information that was necessary other than "no I don't know what's going on". So u get this panel.

I like this shot of that little statue towering over the both of them, and I mimic it a little bit in the new update here. something something about why we build monuments and what they stand for.

negative sim interaction

Loft still has to believe that Zelda and Slate's negative experiences had to have been some sort of misunderstanding. If Hylia could have helped, she would have. Knowing and loving your goddess on a human level also makes you want to give her the benefit of the doubt.

I actually really love that in BOTW Zelda resents Link for having some sort of access to the divine that she just can't reach. She has her arc about it in the game, but especially now she's come to understand that having the gods' favor is a double-edged sword. Also, that's not really meant to be Peony, but I like the idea that Champion also had an affinity for fairies. :-( Intentionally the same pose as Slate at the fairy fountain, though Slate is so tiny I probably didn't need to bother lol

that was a lot of rambling lol but i have. so many thoughts abt the subject matter of this update. this is the shit about LOZ that makes me froth at the mouth tbh