#ya’ll know exactly the questions to ask me

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Kit with Strawberry Blonde hair >>>>

WHOEVER U ARE UR A LITTLE RASCAL!!! THIS IS ACTUALLY MAKING ME WHEEZE BC U KNOW ME SO WELL :') LIKE WHAT AM I GONNA DO??? DENY U A STRAWBERRY BLONDE KIT POST??! AS IF!!!!

here we fucking go,,, let's begin by saying that strawberry blonde kit would literally be the reason i get up in the morning

im kinda sucky when it comes to certain hair shades but this is the strawberry blonde we’re talking about, right???? RIGHT????? because it would look so good on him ahhhhg <3

↳ the first pic here is so kit herondale coded i am actually mind blown. like kit WOULD wear little butterfly hair clips, he would🦋

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You couldn’t lose each other

Summary: You were pregnant, then you weren’t.

Warnings: ANGST, pregnancy, miscarriage, mention of character death, mention of “putting someone down”, soft Merle, on purpose asshole Daryl, blood, hurt, mental instability, hurt, stubborn main characters, loss, grief, and maybe more. 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: I never experienced miscarriage and am writing everything based on my knowledge through series, movies, soap operas and books, so it may have inaccuracies. If you are sensible to any of those topics please don’t read, your mental health is more important!

It had started about a week ago, heavy dizziness and morning sickness (which didn’t happen exactly only in the morning). On top of that your period was late, which you tried to atribute to the sub nutrition all of you went through while on the road, but as soon as other symptoms started… you knew it was probably other thing.

You went on a run with Daryl to get more baby formula for Jude and just discreetly added a pregnancy test on your backpack, in a part you hoped Daryl wouldn’t look because he never did. As soon as you got to the prison and had some alone time you risked yourself going somewhere, no one would see you or find you, to pee on the damn thing and find the truth. The truth was… you knew it, you didn’t need a test, you were undoubtedly and very much pregnant.

One end of afternoon, Merle sat by your side and didn’t bother to tip toe around you. “When are ya gonna tell ‘im?”

“What?” He took you back with his question.

“When are ya telling my brother ya’re with his baby?” Your eyes widened at his question. “Daryl ain’t the only one with observation skills. Who ya think taught him everything? I saw the symptoms and the pregnancy test you hid on your pocket the other day.”

“Fuck you Dixons.”

“Ya already do it to one of us.” He sassy replied, you rolled your eyes as usually happened during your banters.

“Soon. I’m just waiting the whole governor thing end. He already has too much to worry about, he’ll freak out if I tell him now. He’ll probably put me on bubble of safety and not let me do anything.” You stated, Daryl could have the rough exterior but both of you knew how he was, how he cared about people. Also he had changed so much the last months, and it was for the better. “Don’t tell him, let me do it.”

“Al’ight.” He surprised you, you had learned how to deal with Merle, but he wasn’t the same asshole as before. Still an asshole though. “It’ll be good have a mini Dixon around. I’ll help to keep ya’ll safe.”

“I know, you can be a jerk sometimes but I know you care about your family.” You gave the older Dixon a small smile and squeezed his hand to reassure him. That had been one of the nicest things he ever told you and coming from Merle, that was a lot.

The governor had asked for Michonne to leave your group alone, you didn’t believe a word of it it, but Merle did or at least he had to try. That morning he disappeared with her and all of you knew what he was up to. Daryl went after them, you wanted to go too but of course he wouldn’t “allow” you.

Some time after, Michonne arrived, alone. You asked about Merle and Daryl, and she told everything that happened with Merle. He had set her free and went by himself. It wouldn’t end up well, you could feel it in your guts, and your feeling just confirmed to be true when Daryl arrived alone.

Everyone gathered around him to know what happened and he told you with teary eyes. The others left to give both of you some time.

“Daryl, I’m sorry.” You said, both of your hands cupping his face, he averted your eyes. “Hey, look at me.”

“Leave me alone…” he grumply answered trying to get out of your grasp.

“We’re together in this, huh? I’m here for you, we both cared about Merle.” He snorted.

“Ya cared about Merle? Ya never liked him!”

That wasn’t true, he knew it wasn’t. He was hurt, he had to put his brother down, there wasn’t anyone else that could do it for him, even if there was… it had to be him. Somehow, in his abused mind, he thought it was all his fault. Merle died because he wanted to be a better person, he wanted to protect his little brother as much as he could in this fucked up world, and that was the way he found to do it. It was just a matter of time for you to do the same and it would be entirely his fault if you ended like Merle. You were the last thing he had from the old world. You were the only good thing he had, and if he had to push you away to keep you alive, that was what he was going to do, because he couldn’t afford living in a world without you.

“This isn’t true, Daryl. You’re hurting, I get it…” he cut your speaking before you could finish.

“Ya don’t. Ya never will!” He distanced himself when you tried to touch his arm. “We should break up.”

“What?!”

“Ya heard it.” He confirmed.

“Ok, when you’re not speaking no sense we can talk, I know you’re not ok, but there’s a limit of shit I can take.” You wouldn’t continue to insist on it if he was going to continue acting like that. You knew he was suffering, but so were you and he was being a prick.

“There ain’t gonna be another talk. I said what I said.” Those words left his mouth as if they were nothing, but each of them felt like a knife in his throat.

“Is it really the moment for you to dump me?” You knew he was emotionally unstable, no one make good decisions like this.

“Did I stutter?” The moment he threw the harsh words, he knew he had got what he wanted, the hurt in your eyes pained in his chest and this time he was sure he had lost you for good.

Since that day, you didn’t talk to him and he also ignored you. You asked Rick to not put you both working together anymore. You moved your things to Carol’s cell, now also your cell. Woodbury had fallen, now the survivors of the town had joined you at the prison.

Your little secret was still yours, or sort of… Carol was a mother. She went through all the shit you were going through, all of you saw Lori going through it. She knew it already, but didn’t tell you anything until one week after everything that happened.

She asked you, “aren’t you telling him?”

This time you didn’t even got surprised and already knew what she was talking about. “No.”

“And when it starts to show?”

“I’ll tell I just fucked someone and was too drunk to remember.” You stubbornly replied.

“You’re being childish, he deserves to know.” She was right, but you were tired and emotionally damaged already.

“ ‘cause he’s being a fucking kid too. I get it, he’s suffering, but he needs to stop hurting people every time he’s hurt. It’s time he grows up and man up.” You said arms crossed.

“You know his past better than I, I thought you from all the people would understand.” The older woman wisely said.

“Carol, I appreciate your concern, he’s your friend too, but you don’t understand.” You said, was it you? Was it the hormones? You couldn’t know. “Please, don’t tell him. It’s not your place to do it.”

“I won’t. You’re the one that should do it.” As soon as she answered, she left you alone.

One week later, or a little more, it seemed like Rick had forgotten his promise that he wouldn’t put you ti work with Daryl as he put both of you on fence duty to kill the walkers. Ok, there were more people with you, but you couldn’t help but feel yourself being watched and you knew the weight of his stare. You could feel it in your soul. Also, you couldn’t help yourself and from time to time look at him, because you would be a liar if you said you didn’t love him anymore or that you didn’t find him handsome and attractive, and what’s beautiful was made to look at.

It was middle of the morning, even though it was starting to get cold the sun was strong for whoever was working under it. You had sweat and few stains of blood from the walkers you had killed through the fence. You were feeling extra tired, you thought it was because pregnant women got more sleepy, so you didn’t think about it so much.

Some minutes after you felt a sharp pain on your lower stomach. Weird. ‘Please let it just be a stomachache or gases’, you thought.

You continued working then you felt the pain in the same place but sharper. ‘Please, don’t let it be anything with my baby’, you thought again.

You kept doing your job, this time more slowly as you felt the pain irradiating through your body, until you felt a stabbing pain in the same place and something hot going down your legs. You looked down and saw blood. “NO!”

You shouted and that called people’s attention Daryl’s specially. He looked at you and all he could see was blood. Did you hurt yourself with the weapon? Did the governor came back and wounded you? Did somehow a walker managed to bite you?

“Nooo-hooo-ooo.” You shouted cried throwing yourself to the ground.

In seconds he was kneeling by your side. “Hey, hey, look at me. What is it? What happened, doll?”

“I lost it.” You said, crying more at your realization. “I lost it.”

“What did ya lose, babe?” He asked, he thought you were delirious due to the blood loss. His hands around your face trying to make you look at him, trying to ground you. He was panicking, where were you hurt? Was he going to loose you anyway and he had spent the last weeks loosing his time with you?

You cried. “Our baby, I lost our baby.” You said between sobs.

It hit him like a punch on his stomach. You said your baby, a baby from both of you, a baby he didn’t know existed, a baby that… his abused mind played with him again. A baby that could be possibly gone because of him. “Stay with me, love. I’m taking care of you.” Who were you? Just you? You and the baby? Was there any chance this was a weird bleeding but the baby would still be ok? He didn’t know. He knew nothing about it.

He didn’t think twice, he took you in his arms and started running. “HERSHEL!” He yelled the doctor’s name again and again, until he found him and had you in the infirmary.

Before getting to the infirmary you had passed out, maybe it was the shock or it could also be the blood loss, you’d never know.

Hershel examined you. Daryl stayed all the time by your side, making questions to the doctor. Teary eyes while he explained everything. You were indeed pregnant, and yes, you had lost the baby. Daryl’s hopes were shattered at pieces, he cried. He the big rough man that didn’t like to show his emotions cried, it was Hershel. He was a friend. He was family after all.

After making sure nothing had stayed in your uterus, the old man had a talk with the younger one. Hershel made sure Daryl knew it wasn’t his fault, at this point he already knew the archer well and knew he was guilting himself for it. He ensured it was something that could happen at this early stage, you were at the maximum 2 months pregnant according to the tissue your body expelled from you. That small tissue was what would be your baby. The feeding poor in nutrients could have harmed your body, it was pretty much a disorder in your uterus so that happened. There was no one to blame, besides the end of the world.

Some time had passed when you woke up, you were as much as clean as they could got you and you had warm feeling on your right hand. You looked to your side and you saw Daryl worried and guilty eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” You said. You remembered everything.

“Maybe.” He said, even if Hershel had already reassured him. “But it doesn’t make it less worse. I could have lived it with ya for the little time we had.”

“I was the one that didn’t tell you.” You turned to your side and extended your left arm till you were touching his face. “I’m sorry.”

“I AM sorry.” He said giving emphasis to that. “I… I dun know what I was thinking.”

“I know.” You knew he was lost at that moment, but it didn’t hurt you less when he pushed you away and both of you needed each other. “Merle wasn’t your fault. The baby neither.”

At the mention of Merle’s name and the baby, your voice quivered and the tears threatened to leave your eyes, and they did. They fell from your eyes and you couldn’t do anything about it. “I ain’t pushing ya away anymore. I… I was so afraid of losing ya too.” Tears also slipped on his face.

“Merle was happy, he knew he was going to be an uncle.” You remembered the conversation you had with him the day before he sacrificed himself. “He noticed it and asked me about it. I was going to tell you when the governor shit was over.”

You also felt guilty about Merle’s death. You knew sometimes he didn’t take some smart decisions, but did he tried to face it all alone because he also wanted to be a better person to his nephew or niece? He had told you he would protect all of you.

You sobbed. You both cried together, now your arms thrown around his neck and your face hiding in it. You both had lost too much already, you couldn’t afford losing anything else. You couldn’t lose each other.

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A Helping Hand Pt 2.

Part 1 Here

Summary: Noah ghosts you, so you decide to find someone else to help you out. Until…

Warning: SMUT. PIV sex. Rough sex, Virginity loss, Dom!noah, sub!reader, unprotected sex(a big no no), TINY bit of degradation, spanking.

A/N: ya’ll…..I ain’t even gonna lie….i got carried away there…but I love this one. I did good with this one if I do say so myself! I hope you guys like it just as much!!❤️ not proof read I apologize it’s once again 2AM🥹

It’s been a whole week since I’ve seen or spoken to Noah. We had exchanged numbers before he left my apartment that night. Claiming he would talk to me soon. yet it’s been nothing but radio silence. I decided to not tell my friends, since Noah obviously changed his mind about the whole thing. I didn’t want to be hammered with questions, or it was embarrassing enough that I was ghosted I didn’t wanna talk about it. So I just stayed quiet. The girls were invited to one of the campus frat parties tonight, and asked me to come a long. Since it was a Friday, and I had no other plans I decided to go.

We got ready, and headed to the fraternity house. Once we get there, the house is packed, over flowing with drunk and rowdy college kids. The music is so loud it shook the entire house. We got our drinks, and socialized with other people just having a good time. After about an hour, I excused myself from the group of people we were talking to, to grab another drink.

As I stood at the makeshift bar in the cramped kitchen, the deafening bass of the music thudded around me. People were laughing, shouting, and stumbling through the narrow hallways, creating an adrenaline-fueled chaos that was just the kind of distraction I needed after a week of nothing from Noah. I thought we had shared a spark, a connection so intense that I could still feel the electricity humming in my veins, but it felt like I had been left hanging in the void since he walked out of my apartment that night.

"Hey there, beautiful," a voice interrupted my thoughts, making me jump. I turned around to see a guy standing there, blonde tousled hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a smile that instantly disarmed me. “I’m Jake. What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” I replied, trying to appear casual even though my stomach flipped. I couldn’t help but notice how he leaned in closer as he spoke, filling the space between us with an undeniable tension.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. You know, you might just be the most gorgeous person in this whole room,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. I felt my cheeks flush ,it had been a while since someone had directed attention toward me like that, other than Noah of course. “What brings you here?”

“Just hanging out with some friends,” I said, glancing over at Layna and Clara, who were busy talking and flirting with a group of guys. “What about you?”

“Same. Just trying to find a reason to stick around this party.” He smirked, leaning on the counter beside me. “I’d say I found it.”

His confidence was intoxicating. I couldn’t shake the memories of Noah's smile and tender words, but part of me wondered if maybe Jake could provide a nice distraction.

I hesitated, thinking about how Noah had claimed he'd “talk to me soon”. The weight of that silence felt almost like a betrayal. I could feel Jake’s gaze sharpening, as if he read the conflict in my eyes. “Why don’t we grab a drink somewhere quieter?” he suggested, the invitation both thrilling and terrifying.

“Sure.” I decided then and there to let go of Noah's lingering presence. Maybe I was being impulsive, but I was tired of waiting for someone who had left me hanging. Besides, a one night stand sounds like exactly what I need.

Jake led me out of the chaotic kitchen, through the crowded living room, and up the stairs into a random bedroom. The bass was muffled here, allowing us space to talk without shouting. I took a seat on the neatly made bed, finally allowing my guard to drop a little. I looked around the room, the lighting a dull blue color from the LEDs hung around the ceiling. In front of the bed against the wall, was a desk with an expensive looking PC set up. Lastly to my right, was a sliding closet door, that doubled as a mirror, the entire length of the wall.

I looked back at Jake his body language was confident as he walked closer, taking a seat beside me. drawing me in with his lively aura and unyielding charm.

We talked for a few minutes, his hand sliding up my bare thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of my blue Jean skirt. He started to lean forward Until the bedroom door slammed open, making us jump apart.

Noah stood there, his silhouette framed in the doorway, a furious glint in his eyes that pierced through the dimness. The atmosphere shifted, the warmth between Jake and me evaporating like fog.

“Get the fuck out.” Noah’s voice was low, and dangerous. He shifted his weight, fists clenched at his sides, and his stance radiated authority. It was the kind of rage that felt palpable, as if it could reach out and strangle one of us, and from the looks of it… it would be Jake.

Jake sprang to his feet, a defiant smirk tugging at his lips despite the tension. “I’m busy, man. Why don’t you find another room?” He gestured dismissively.

Noah took a daunting step closer, towering over Jake, his presence like a shadow looming over us. “This is my room, dickhead. Get the fuck out.” His voice cut like glass—sharp, brittle, and full of anger.

“Whatever,” Jake countered, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, a flicker of nerves darting beneath his bravado. His gaze moved to me, encouraging me to follow him, to leave Noah’s fury behind. But the moment my ass left the mattress, his hard gaze reached mine.

“Sit down,” Noah growled, his tone turning as fierce as a thunderstorm. Alarm, mixed with curiosity coursed through me as I complied instinctively, my heart racing. There was something possessive in his eyes, something primal, and it sent a shiver rippling through me. My cheeks flushed crimson, a rush of embarrassment kindling between the anger and the flickering desire I thought I had just moments before.

Jake grimaced, clearly irritated, and I could see the tension rippling across his shoulders like a taut bowstring. “Fuck that! She’s with me!” There was an edge to his voice as he shot a defiant glare at Noah, stepping forward, seeming ready for a confrontation.

Before I could register what was happening, Noah harshly shoved Jake out of the room almost effortlessly, his strength undeniable. “Not anymore.” The door slammed shut, the finality of it echoing like a gunshot in the suddenly quiet space.

I sat there, heart pounding as the silence enveloped me. It felt so wrong but so thrilling at the same time—the unyielding power Noah had in that moment, the way he took control without hesitation. I could hear Jake’s frustrated mutters on the other side of the door, mixed with the still pounding bass of the music being played throughout the house, but it faded into white noise, overtaken by the thumping of my heart and the electric tension hanging between Noah and me.

Noah turned to me slowly, his expression softening just a fraction. “Are you okay?” His voice lowered, a flicker of concern breaking through the anger.

“I... I’m fine,” I stammered, grappling for something to steady my racing thoughts. But my gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet his intense stare.

He stepped closer, the space left between us melting away like ice in the sun. “You know he doesn’t care about you, right?” His voice was firm, and there was something heartfelt buried in the fierce facade.

I glanced up, the conflict swirling inside me, a humorless laugh leaving my mouth. “Oh and you do?” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. Yet, I couldn’t ignore, the way my skin prickled with anticipation.

His brow furrowed slightly, confusion knitted with concern as he sought my eyes. “What do you mean? Of course I do.”

The sincerity in his words throbbed in the air, making the small room feel larger, the weight of his gaze pulling me in. I took a deep breath, drowning in the torrent of emotions swirling around us. Noah stepped closer, and the walls felt like they were closing in, the space between us charged with something unnameable.

“Oh so that’s why you completely disappeared on me?” I hissed, hurt overshadowing any anger I felt. “You said you were gonna help me out, and then just left me hanging! So I went found someone else, so what?” I glared at him, as he just stood there silently.

His expression shifted. At first, it was just surprise, but as I spoke, a spark of annoyance flickered in his eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. “So that’s what this is about? You’re such a desperate whore, you couldn’t go a few days without me? You had to find some stupid dickhead to replace me?”

His words hung in the air, taunting and challenging me. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my own admission suffocate my pride. Any other time, I would punch a guy for calling me such a degrading name, but coming from Noah’s lips…it only made me want to completely submit to him. Fall to my knees, and let him do whatever he wanted to with me. My self respect has left the chat.

Before I could respond, he reached behind him locking the door. The sound reverberated in my chest, both thrilling and foreboding. “It’s pathetic actually…You really think anyone else will make you feel as good as I do?”

Noah stepped closer, invading my space, and suddenly the atmosphere was full of suffocating tension. A tension that crackled between us, charging the air with an unmistakable heat. We were almost chest to chest—his breath mingling with the faint scent of his cologne lingering on his skin. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, pulling me in like gravity.

Time felt suspended as he scrutinized my face, searching for honesty in my eyes. And then, without warning, his hand shot up, gripping my throat with a gentleness that belied his strength. I felt my heart race. I was trapped yet electrified; a paradox I could hardly understand.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and steady, sending shivers down my spine. “Admit that you don’t want me to fuck you.”

The words hung thickly in the air, woven through my thoughts like a tangled cord. I wanted to deny it—to hold onto the shreds of my resolve. But the truth was there, dancing just out of reach. I could feel the heat pooling in the pit of my stomach, the yearning I had buried beneath annoyance and pride.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I wanted to hate him for making me feel this way, for ghosting me, and for showing up like this with his magnetic pull. But I couldn’t shake the undeniable truth every second we stood here only deepened my desire for him.

His grip tightened slightly, pulling me closer to him. “You can’t lie to me,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto mine, dark and smoldering. “You want me…not him.”

A shaky breath escaped me, and I finally nodded, barely able to speak. “I—” I faltered, not wanting to make the admission, but it was too late. The warmth of his body pressed against mine ignited everything I had been trying to suppress, and I was suffocated by the truth.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine. “Say it.”

A rush of vulnerability flooded through me, and I broke. “I want you to fuck me.” The admission slipped from my lips, both thrilling and terrifying.

Noah’s grip loosened, just enough for me to feel the shift as he realized the power he held. The annoyance morphed into a smirk as he stepped back, putting space between us but retaining an air of challenge.

“Was that so hard?” he asked, that familiar teasing smile, and spark in his gaze igniting a fire in my chest. “I-I’m sorry” I whimpered, not even sure what about, all I know is that I want him now, and if apologizing is what I have to do to have him, then I’ll do it a million times more.

His sheer dominance pulling me back into the orbit of his presence. In that moment, the game shifted. I was no longer the pursuer, but a willing participant in his teasing game.

I felt my heart race, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through my veins as Noah’s grip on my throat loosened just enough for me to breathe but still held enough power that I didn't want to struggle.

He leaned in, finally kissing me with so much heat. The kiss was demanding, igniting a fire deep within me. I melted into the intensity, surrendering to the moment. As his hand flew into the back of my hair, pushing me down to my knees, my senses sharpened. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze as he settled on the edge of the bed.

With one swift motion, he pulled me closer, positioning me between his thighs. His fingers tangled in my hair, a mix of lust and control flowing between us. I looked up at him, and my breath caught in my throat as our eyes locked—a swirling storm of desire and dominance mirrored in his gaze.

His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, a teasing gesture that made me whimper in response. It ignited something deep within me, a craving that begged to be satisfied. But amidst this whirlwind of emotions, he grounded me with a question that cut through the haze “What’s your safe word?”

My heart raced. The thrill was intoxicating, yet the responsibility of consenting to this moment made my body tingle with anticipation. “Red,” I breathed out, the word heavy with meaning. It was a signal of trust, a boundary I was both eager to explore and determined to protect.

Noah smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Good choice.” His lips attacked mine again, before he pulled away, our lips barely brushing, his breath warm against them as he whispered, “now show me how sorry you are.”

I timidly nodded my head, before reaching for his pants pausing. I quickly looked up, nerves and insecurities suddenly filling my body. He must’ve noticed my sudden change in demeanor, as his hand softly cupped my cheek, bringing my eyes to look directly into his. “What is baby?”

His dominate aura suddenly changed, his voice now softer. His thumb rubbed against my cheek back and forth, waiting for my response. “I just- I’ve never done…” my sentence cut short, as anxiety of not being good enough entered my thoughts. His voice suddenly bringing me back to the present.

“Hey…I’ll help you..just take your time. Don’t force it okay?” I nodded, as all the bad thoughts started to slowly dissipate. I’m safe. He knows I’m new to this. This is why we are doing this. I gave myself a short pep talk, and reached for his pants again.

He slightly lifted his hips, as I dragged his pants and boxers down just enough. When is dick finally released from its confines, he sighed in relief. My eyes widened, at the sight. He was huge. I was instantly intimidated, but didn’t let it show. I carefully reached up, wrapping my hand around him, my already small hand looking even tinier compared to it.

I slowly stroked my hand, up and down his length as he groaned above me. “Fuck baby, just like that.” His praise gave me a new found confidence, as I slowly leaned down kitten licking his painfully red tip. He moaned again, his hand finding my hair once more, gripping it softly.

The sounds leaving his lips, only made me want to hear more. I opened my mouth wide, as I took him into my mouth as far as I could. Once he hit the back of my throat I hollowed my cheeks sucking softly, before dragging my lips back up. He threw his back, releasing another loud groan. “Holy fuck y/n..” I did it again, this time stroking the rest of him that my mouth couldn’t reach, with my hand.

His grip on my hair tightened, as I let him take control. I propped my hands on each of his muscular thighs, keeping my mouth hovering over his dick. In time, his hips were thrusting as he fucked my mouth.

I moaned, and gagged around him letting him use me as he pleased. My panties no doubt soaked at this point. Tears were falling down my cheeks, as he suddenly pulled my mouth off of him. With his grip still tight in my hair, he turned my face to the right. With tear filled eyes, I saw my reflection staring back at me. “Look at yourself” he hissed, his dominant side coming back out to play.

I was a mess. I had mascara streaked down my face, from my tears. My shimmery lips gloss smeared across my cheeks. My hair looked like I had walked through a wind storm….but I loved it. I felt sexy.

He pulled my face back towards him, as he leaned down shoving his tongue damn near down my throat. I whined, as I sucked his tongue softly. It drove him fucking crazy. He stood up, pulling me from the floor, and onto his bed.

When my back hit the mattress, he was on top of me instantly. He grabbed my shirt pulling it off, before basically ripping my bra from my body. Next went my skirt, and panties. Throwing them somewhere in the room, he leaned down taking my nipple in his mouth.

I gasped, as he softly sucked it while squeezing my other tit in his hand. I felt warmth spread across my skin the longer he sucked and nipped at my tits, each rough touch igniting a fire at my throbbing cunt. I shivered, turned on more than I have ever been in my life, a flush spreading across my cheeks as I caught his gaze.

Noah pulled back, his lips hovering tantalizingly close. His breath fanning my skin as he began to taunt me, his voice low and rough. “You like that baby?“ he whispered, the dominance in his voice sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. “You think he could have made you feel like this?.”

I opened my mouth to respond, to articulate the jumbled emotions swirling within me, but no words came. Instead, I shook my head slightly, my heart racing as I whimpered. He smirked, a knowing smile that made my breath hitch in my throat.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his tone dropping an octave, lacing his words with a challenge. It was his way of pulling me deeper, inviting me to surrender myself completely. My mind raced through a hundred possibilities, and each one was wrapped in the comfort of him.

“You,” I managed to breathe out, the word escaping my lips like a secret.

“Good answer,” he said, his grin widening over a shared understanding. He leaned closer again, capturing my gaze with his, with a final kiss and I felt anchored, surrounded by his intensity.

He lightly drug his tongue, from between my breasts down my stomach, to the very top of my aching cunt. I groaned his name, softly bucking my hips up. He smiled, before poking his tongue out, and running slowly over my sensitive clit.

I gasped, arching my back against the mattress. My hands instantly finding his hair. “Fuck I’ve missed this pussy.” Before I could say another word, his two middle fingers sank into me. He wasted no time, pumping them hard and fast.

“Fuck Noahhhh.” I whined, as he continued his thrusts, his face coming to hover over mine. “This sweet pussy is mine, right baby? His voice still held that dominant tone, but almost sounded like a whine. Just that could have made explode, but I held back.

He snatched his fingers away, making my head shoot up in confusion, before his hand came down smacking my already throbbing pussy, with his hand. I gasped, my body tensing at the new found pleasure filling my body. “Answer me.”

He growled, shoving his fingers back into me. I nodded my head, before releasing a breathless “yes..” rutting my hips against his skilled fingers. Another smack landed on my clit, before his deep voice filled the air again. “Yes what?”

So lost in the feeling, I said the first thing that came to mind as I gasped at the sharp sting against my clit “Yessir” he smirked, sitting up on his knees. “Good girl.” His shoved his fingers into his mouth, groaning at my taste.

I whined at the loss of his touch, as he watched from above me. A cocky smirk on his face. “I’m not even touching you anymore, and you’re still going crazy for me.” I panted beneath him, meeting his dark eyes. “Please Noah…I need you.” I cried, desperately wanting to feel his touch again.

He wasted no more time, taking his shirt off and kicking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, throwing them somewhere behind him. I marveled at his hard muscular body, completely covered in beautiful tattoos. He himself was a work of art, I couldn’t help but appreciate.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in another kiss, as we both just tasted each other. The rest of his body, lowered onto me. I widened my thighs as far as I could, so I could feel him completely. His hips bucked softly, dragging his cock through my folds at an achingly slow pace.

His lips left mine, as we both panted. He reached down, sliding an arm under the bend of my right knee pushing it up and against my chest. Spreading me open for him.

He just looked at me for a moment, trying to read my face. I quickly nodded, pulling him into a soft kiss. “Please” I whispered up at him, ready to finally feel him inside of me.

He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, leaving soft nips and kisses as he slowly pushed inside of. I groaned at the stretch, my pussy welcoming the new feeling. He groaned into my neck, the deeper he got.

Once he was completely bottomed out, he sat still. He pulled his face from my neck, the look in his eyes burning into mine. I could see the way he was fighting with himself not to lose control and fuck the shit out of me.

But I wanted him to. I loved the pleasure, and the pain that came with it. I nodded my head confidently, as his resolve started to crack. I brought his lips close to mine, brushing against them as I spoke. “Don’t hold back.”

His whole demeanor went dark, before he pulled his hips back, slamming them back against mine with a small grunt. I gasped, my nails clawing down his back. I felt so full, and never wanted to lose that feeling that only he could give me.

“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He groaned, as he continued roughly snapping his hips against mine. I whimpered, running my hands up his back and intertwining them behind his neck. He laid his forehead against mine, as we breathed each other in.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling out of me. I released a whine, at the sudden empty feeling. He grabbed my sides sliding me up to the middle of the mattress, before rolling me onto my side facing the mirror.

I was confused, before he quickly slid up behind me, pulling my body flush against his chest, and sliding back into me with a low groan. The sight was beautiful. He propped up on his elbow, so he could see over me, as his other hand grabbed my thigh lifting it up.

Holding my thigh up, gave me a clear view of his cock pumping in and out of me roughly. It was erotic, so hot. He has ruined me, in the best way possible. His eyes met mine in the mirror, as a smile slowly formed on his face. He thoroughly enjoyed the fucked out mess he saw in the mirror.

His hand that was holding my thigh, slowly slid up my body, as I kept it up myself, not wanting to lose the perfect view of him completely destroying my pussy. His hand continued its path up my body, pausing at my tit to give it a firm squeeze, before moving up again.

His large hand finally made it to its destination, firmly gripping my throat. He turned my head the slightest bit towards him, his lips brushing against my tear stained cheek as he roughly spoke. “Look how pretty you are, taking my cock like a good girl.”

Nothing but a whine of his name left my lips, too fucked out to form words. His thrusts sped up, his hips slapping against my ass, roughly. “So fucking pretty, huh? Say it.” He growled against my cheek, before turning my face back towards the mirror.

“Say it! His voice rose in volume, his thrusts never letting up. I panted, watching our bodies in the mirror, before staring myself in the face. “I’m— oh fuckkk- I’m so pretty.” I whined, as my eyes met his smirking face.

“Thats fucking right baby, my pretty little slut.” He breathed, his fingers tightening a bit more around my throat, slowing down my blood flow, making my head feel fuzzy. “ All fucking mine.” I nodded slightly the best I could, agreeing with him. Nobody would ever compare to Noah. I’ll forever be his.

After a few more rough thrusts of his hips, he pulled out again, shoving me onto my stomach, and pulling my hips up. His hand shoved my back down, making me arch my ass as high as I could. Without another word, he thrusted back into me.

His hips pounded into me, while he reached his hand around me rubbing his fingers against my clit. I pulled my face out of the sheets, catching his eyes in the mirror for the tenth time. Moaning at the sight of him. His brows were furrowed in pleasure, his face and body covered in a sheen of sweat.

His eyes blown out, almost black. His teeth caught his bottom lip, as he watched my face twist with pleasure. My jaw hung open, basically drooling. I could tell he loved the sight of me like this, which only egged him on.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He asked, with an almost mocking tone. My eyes closed in bliss, before is other hand came down, leaving a harsh slap on my ass. My eyes shot back open, as they found the mirror again. “Fucking watch yourself. Watch yourself fall apart for me.” He grunted, as I kept my eyes on myself in the mirror.

I was a complete fucking wreck, and I loved it. His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and I felt my orgasm reaching its peak. “Fuck noah..yes yes yes please.” I cried out, as my body shook finally releasing all over him.

Noah groaned, as he continued fucking me through my high. My face fell into the mattress, as his thrusts became sloppy, finally finishing right after me. He groaned, as his hips slowly came to a stop. We were both panting loudly, as he bent forward, leaving a soft kiss on my spine.

He slowly pulled out, making me whine at the loss. I slowly turned over, both of us staring at each other before breaking into stupid smiles. I giggled as he pulled over to him, kissing my lips, nose, and forehead. He stood up, walking over to the bathroom, and grabbing a towel.

After wiping us off, he threw the towel in his hamper, and pulled on his boxers. He bent over grabbing his shirt, and walking over to me slipping it on me. I smiled, as he crawled back into bed, placing the blanket over us. I turned to face him, with a small smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back before shaking his head. “Don’t thank me… I think we both know this was more than just me giving you a helping hand.” His hand came up, softly brushing a piece of hair from my face cupping my cheek. He leaned in placing a soft lingering kiss to my lips.

He pulled back, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. I smiled at him, softly nuzzling my face into his warm palm. He’s right. This was so much more than that….and I don’t mind it one bit.

[hugsandchaos]

Stray Cat Danny (Flash)

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Iris picked up the phone from her pocket soon after she heard the cheerful ringtone. She only needed to look at it for less than a second to know that it was Barry and pressed the green button to answer. To make sure it stayed up while she typed away on her laptop, Iris placed the phone between her head and shoulders.”Hey, Barry.” She greeted.”You coming back soon?” She asked. Allen was out a bit later than usual tonight, which isn’t common enough for her to worry too much -- especially since he’s also a young adult like herself --, but definitely not often enough for her to not worry at all. His breathing was labored and pretty tired.”Hey, Iris, you mind making a bit of room on the living room couch?” He asked.

That was a bit odd.”Uh, sure, just let me finish up my writing. Why? Does a friend need to come over or something?” She asked. She heard another voice yawning, which was even weirder.”Uh, not exactly. We kinda have an emergency guest.” He replied.

Barry carried the exhausted boy on his back as he walked down the rather empty sidewalk. He wasn’t all that heavy, Barry was just pretty tired himself. The boy’s head rested on his shoulders, making his dark hair brush against the side of Barry’s head a bit every time he took a step, and despite his best attempts to stay awake, he was quickly falling asleep.

His grip was slipping and growing weak, but every few seconds or so, he’d suddenly regain his grip a little or try to mumble another “thank you” or “just one” to the older man, the second indicating he only intended to accept his offer for only one night. Barry lowered his phone a little and slightly turned to glance at the kid’s head.”No problem, kid. Just get some rest now.” He said. He heard a grumble, but couldn’t understand what Danny said. Judging by the tone, though, it was probably a pouty “No!” meant to be a joke.”Barry? Who is that? Is someone with you?” Iris asked through the phone. Barry brought it back up and put his focus back on the path ahead of him and in his mind.”A kid named Danny, he was looking for a place to sleep in the alleys. He’s not in too much trouble, just really tired from what he’s told me.” He replied. Probably not the best way to explain it, but it could be worse.

Iris was now closing her laptop and heading towards the living room couch.“Why won’t he go to a shelter?” She asked. The couch wasn’t dirty or littered, but a quick brush wouldn’t hurt, and neither would a blanket. She already knew what he was going to ask if the answer to her question was no.“Too far, apparently. Is it okay with you and Joe if he stays the night, and I try to help him out in the morning?”

That was something I had no issue with, but Joe might. She also knew he would welcome it if he had no choice, though. He did the same with Barry, after all.”Sure, let me ask dad.“ She said, wiping a few stray crumbs off the couch. She put her phone on the small nightstand next to the couch and rushed upstairs. Iris went to her dad’s door, which was the second door down the hall on the right, and knocked. She didn’t even have to wait ten seconds for it to open and her father, who had been allowed (ordered) to go home early, to open the door.

“Iris? You need something?” Joe asked. Iris cut straight to the chase.

“Long story short, Barry found a kid looking for a place to stay and the shelters are full. He wants to know if he can stay here for the night.” She somewhat explained. Joe reared his head back a little bit in surprise and blinked. He was obviously as taken aback as she expected, telling her dad that her brother was bringing back a homeless kid to sleep on their couch.

“This is all of a sudden,” he started with a small step back, ”but if there’s not a lot of other options, then sure.” He shrugged. A small smile formed on his face, as if asking “how could I say no?”. Iris sighed in relief and soon found her own smile. Joe walked past her.”Thank you so much, dad.” She said. Joe glanced back at her, still smiling a bit.”Helping kids is part of my job, as an officer and a father.” He stated as they both descended downstairs.

Iris picked up her phone, hoping Allan was still on the line, and held it to her ear as Joe opened a closet to grab a spare blanket.”He said yes.” She said. She put him on speaker, just in case Joe wanted to talk as well.

“Thank goodness.” Barry breathed out.”I’m really sorry to spring this on you guys.” He apologized. He rounded the corner, ignoring the double glances people took before they kept walking. They were most likely assuming that he had somehow gained a little brother or son.

“It’s alright, Barry. Do you know if he’s had anything to eat or drink?” Joe’s voice asked on the other side of the line. That caught him off guard, but only for a millisecond, maybe even faster since his brain barely registered it.“Yeah, he told me he’s not hungry.” He glanced over at Danny’s head on his shoulder, noticing his eyes are closed and his breathing was slower.”I think he’s asleep.” He said. The lack of grumbling or some quiet form of arguing proved his theory.

“How far away are you? Do you need me to pick you up?” Joe asked. Barry, out of instinct, quickly surveyed his surroundings. Though he already knew where he was, which was kind of stupid or weird.“No. We’re about two minutes away, walking distance.” He replied.

“Alright. We’ll get the couch ready.” Joe said. Barry heard the phone beeping from his adopted dad hanging up and promptly put it in his pocket so he could use that hand to make sure Danny was being carried properly.

When Barry arrived back, Iris had opened the door for him since she saw him coming up and quickly guessed he’d struggle a bit to get his keys without dropping the kid. Once he managed to get through the door, Joe came over and carefully helped him get Danny off of his back and onto the couch, both trying to make it so they didn’t wake him up. He stirred a bit from the movement, but his eyes barely cracked open before he fell right back asleep. Danny simply laid there, and Iris quickly tucked his unconscious body under a blanket as the other two began a quiet conversation.

“Anything about his family? Friends?” Joe asked in a hushed tone. Barry shook his head.”No, he just said he’s not sure where he is or how he got there, and he can’t remember his address or any phone numbers either.” He whispered back. The two turned their heads when they noticed the light being turned off and saw Iris next to the light switch. She used the light on her phone to light up the floor and walk up to them.”We should let him sleep.” She piped in quietly.

“Yeah. I say we ask him about his situation in the morning, when we’re all well rested.” Barry agreed.

“Sounds like a plan.” Joe nodded. And with that, they went upstairs, but not before Barry gave their guest a confused glance. Something was just odd about him. He brushed it off as the sudden turn in events that had happened in the last hour confusing him and carried on upstairs.

In the morning, Danny was gone.

The blanket that had been draped over him the night before was stacked neatly and placed on the opposite end of the couch as the pillow, which was also slightly fixed so it’d appear nice for decoration.

The windows and doors were still locked from when Joe remembered to take care of that before bed, and the alarm hadn’t gone off at all throughout the night. Nothing was taken, everything was tidied up.

Except for a single sticky note placed on the wall.

Thank you so much for letting me stay the night. Hopefully, we don’t meet again under those same circumstances. — Danny

BTW, I did a load of dishes, woke up feeling productive and wanted another way of saying thanks :D

[rachetmath]

Jaune: *pacing back and forth*

Writer: *scared* Um.

Jaune: Let me ask you something. Do you get off on me suffering?

Writer: What? No. No. No, we don’t.

Jaune: Really? S-so—so w-w-why have me kill Penny? Like I really could have saved her. I really could have healed her. Like what are we doing? But no, I listened to a girl who had a human body for the first time and was having a dying experience which she probably wasn’t thinking straight.

Writer: …. ….

Jaune: Then I don’t even mention her and Ruby was going through it, acting like she killed her.

Writer: I mean she technically did kill her.

Jaune: Why didn’t you let Ruby do it then? Why did I have to go through all that crap?

Writer: Jaune your a knight.

Jaune: I also had a rabbit hoody. Plus didn’t Ruby pick a knight piece? She is TECHNICALLY a knight. You all could have had me as the late bunny.

Writer: How does that fit into your character?

Jaune: Hm. Beacon wasn’t I late to save Pyrrha? Mistral, wasn’t I think irrationally to where Weiss almost died. Argus, I was close to getting my friends killed because I was lack of leadership skills.

Writer: …. ….

Jaune: The heir always arrives late because he neglects his responsibility and doesn’t do his job. Haven’t I been neglecting some of my duties to almost where no one has complete faith in me?

Writer: …. …

Jaune: Plus, again, Ruby has silver eyes. She could have been training with those and her scythe skills. You can also determine what age you want her to be.

Writer: Okay Jaune chill. We just thought it was best for your character.

Jaune: So having me go back in time. I was stuck in the Ever After for years and couldn’t find a home until RWBY was there. Letting me get poisoned by Alyx. And getting no kind of skill set was good. Isn’t my character all about growth and change? So why does it feel like I haven’t changed? I’m back to square one again.

Writer: Yeah…

Jaune: y'all come on. First, you had Tyrian having some interest in me which might as well be a prison joke right now. Then you had Vine say something about extending my aura which is irrelevant considering y'all wanted Ren to have attention. Y'all had Harriet grieving over Clover which I could have been related to her on, you know, because I lost Pyrrha. And I let Emerald join my team because Oscar says so. There was a lot of shit I could have done. But no, killing Penny was important.

Writer: …

Jaune: Ya’ll had Ruby and Salem in the same kingdom, Salem drops the Summer bomb, and instead of having Ruby figure that shit out by seeing her you had her sidelined.

Writer: She was protecting Nora and Penny.

Jaune: She could have left and gone help in the war. Silver-eyed warrior timing and left Weiss in charge. Don't give me that shit.

Writer: Okay but -

Jaune: Back to what's important, why was James her highest priority over Salem? I mean at least he was protecting his citizens. Salem was trying to kill everybody. How was she not Ruby's target? Why didn't you leave James to me? That would have hyped up Penny’s death way better if you wanted me to kill her!

Writer: You wouldn't stand a chance against James?

Jaune: I almost outsmarted the Atlas military with my plan.

Writer: James is stronger and smarter than you. You are no fighter

Jaune: Exactly fighting for me is the last resort. I am a strategist! Not an all-out fighter! My job is to adapt to situations and operate within the chaos!

Writer: … I mean-

Jaune: I also have emotional intelligence. And I’m not stupid. Are you telling me I wouldn't see through or question some of James’s actions if given a chance?

Writer: Well Ruby was trapped in an electric barrier.

Jaune: Gravity shield. So Nora didn't need to be absent in the fight.

Writer: Shit.

Jaune: Let's go to the Ever After.

Writer: Come on man. If it wasn't for you team RWBY wouldn't have made it out. Also, you were going through the worst.

Jaune: F team Rwby.

Writer: What could you have done better than Ruby?

Jaune: The same shit but better. I would have traded my armor for Yang’s arm. My sword for an audience with the Red King. Pyrrha scarf for the antidote. All are a part of my identity. Not to mention while having my friend's gun on me which she rejected after keeping it safe and not destroying it.

Writer: …

Jaune: Alyx’s dagger, I could have used it by probably seeing her memories and figuring out what happened to her and how to get home. And, mainly, as a means of self-defense.

Writer: But Yang, Blake, and Weiss-

Jaune: Speaking of them why did they prioritize me over Ruby? And why did Ruby need help from a god when her issues were minor compared to mine? I mean even if she spent years alone, talking with her team would have been enough for her. And probably for the best considering Ruby is her team's sister, friend, and leader.

Writer: … …

Jaune: Like seriously, I was messed up mentally. Penny whose death I might as well be keeping a secret, from everybody. I mean if you killed one of your allies to save the world, wouldn’t you feel morally messed up? Meanwhile, my team was nowhere on site. I don't know Weiss, Blake, and Yang like that, so opening up to either of them would have been a challenge. Especially Ruby. Not to forget but my friends were in a whole different kingdom by themselves and I don't know what happened to them. They could've been dead for all I knew. So my worries would have been expeditiously high!

Writer: Oh God.

Jaune: And since we are on Penny, what happened to her body?!

Writer: … … We don't need to discuss that.

Jaune: Funny, because of the way the Jabberwocky was looking at Ruby I can make a guess what happened to her.

Writer: Please don't.

Jaune: Then we have the Cat, my enemy and opposite to my personality., He manipulates my friends and controls them like puppets. Neo would have had a field day with me too. After all, Pyrrha died because I couldn't stop her. Penny died because I had zero options to save her. Ozpin died because I failed to do my job. Ironwood died because of me and Ruby. And Harriet told me about Clover so I know he’s dead.

Writer: …

Jaune: And after all that bullshit you just gave us nothing. No new looks. Now new weapons I could have used. We might as well have been through a filler arc. Oh, and you know what, you could have finally given me a backstory. Something that finally ties my character together.

Writer: *tears falling* Jaune, please.

Jaune: *weapon drawn* You f*** with me for the last time. Now. DIE!

Chopper, Steven, and Orihime: No!

Orihime: Shoten kessun I reject.

Writer: *protected*

Chopper: *Goes Arm point and restrains Jaune*

Steven: *Traps them both in a bubble*

Windy: Jaune please calm down.

Jaune: Nah I'm killing them. They got me f*** up.

Steven: We’re really going to need therapy for you buddy.

Jaune: I don't need therapy, I want them dead.

Sakura: Chopper.

Chopper: Come, buddy. They are not worth it.

Jaune: Let me at least punch them.*screams in rage*

Sakura: *stares at the new staff*

Viz media writer: …

Sakura: Look just go easy on him. Please? Just let him be useful in other areas. Don't give him more trauma.

Viz media writer: You must know how he feels.

Sakura: Yes. Yes, I do.

Steven: And so do I.

[imagionationstation]

So here’s what went down…

Ah, yes.

The infamous “Splinter passes on the mantle of Sensei” scene.

Possibly the most misinterpreted scene in the history of 2012turtle scenes. (Perhaps I shall get to the others someday.)

I’ve always assumed that the verdict for this scene was the same for all, and I never knew people hated, or even disliked, Splinter for his choices in this until recently. And it has been eating away at me, because I don’t think ya’ll understand what’s going on here.

Maybe you do, but…

Can I point out exactly what I saw happen here?

Yeah?

Thanks. 🤎

1: Splinter is not sleeping and is ‘distant’, making Leo worried enough to inquire about his health. He’s clearly spending every second agonizing over what’s coming, and meditation is probably his only solace from the burden of his fears. (I do the same thing when I’m anxious. Distract and distance, it helps me feel a sense of- control, I guess.) 2: Splinter does not address Leo’s question. He’s already tried to tell Leo what was going on before this, and now he wants to focus on what he feels is important. His family. He immediately changes the subject (limping in a way that has me suddenly concerned because GUYS HE HURT AND OLD AND GOING TO FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE PLEASE NO-) and asks Leo why he made him leader. 3: Leo awkwardly repeats what he said, “Because I asked to be… You said it wasn’t because of my skills…” (THAT’S ONE INTENSE OF A WEIGHT TO CARRY IF YOU REALLY THINK ABOUT IT, THE HECK-) and Splinter corrects, “I said that only to temper your ego at the time. I knew even when you were a small boy, that you would one day grow up to be the leader of this team.” -Can I just add that he’s not saying this literally. He’s the cryptic, wise, know-it-all sensei. He’s not saying, “I planned to make you soldiers and for you to lead the fight”. He’s saying, “You have always been the one to teach, protect, and lead your brothers, and there was absolutely no one else as perfect for the job.”

Seriously. Lookit baby Leo guarding them while daddy’s away. 💙💙

4: And then he throws everyone watching through a loop: “And when I pass on, to be like a father as well.” And just like us, Leo’s got a whole lot of “EXCUSE ME, WHAT?!” going down.

5: But Splinter’s going stay his cryptic self by clearing no air. (Okay, but let’s think about WHY for a moment. We know our leader in blue by now. If Leo knew exactly what he knew, martyr instincts would kick in hard core, and he would do everything it takes to make sure their father survives. And Master Splinter isn’t going to sit here and let Leo go on a suicide quest. From his POV- He’s old. He’s lived his life. He can try to accept his own death. He will not accept Leo’s.)

6: Splinter imparts this saying that I love with everything in me. “Leonardo. If I can only impart one piece of wisdom that will remain with you forever…” (Ergo, Dude, this is Important. Pay attention to what Imma about to say) “Remember. Giving guidance to your brothers and friends does not come from here…”

“It comes from here…”

THIS IS DEEP, YO. IT SAYS SO MUCH AND IT’S SO SIMPLE-

And people are MAD AT HIM FOR THIS?!

Sorry, sorry- emotions. I’m breathing. I’m breeaaathing… Okay. Yes, I get the gist of the arguments. ‘Splinter made Leo head of the household and that was a terrible thing for him to do. Leo’s too young for that responsibility, he already has the weight of being leader on his shoulders, and that’s a burden his mourning heart can’t carry. It’s cruel for him to do such a thing.’

Or-

And-

@tmntforeverinmyheart and @stardustartist, everyone’s opinion is built off of observations, beliefs, and their own POV on events, and every opinion matters. Thank you for yours. 💚

Now onto mine-

I don’t know what this quote from Splinter means to you guys, but to me, it’s his way of trying to fix things!

I think he finally realized that he done messed up. He knows that he put Leo in a position of ‘I am leader, and mission always comes first’. He’s had plenty of time to see the damage he’s done, and he’s worried of what will come off his family if he doesn’t fix it.

Leo is too far into his head. He isn’t thinking with his heart- “what will happen to my family with me gone?”. He’s thinking with his head, “lives are at stake and I’m the leader- self sacrifice it is.”

Every mission, every step, every choice is a plan, and his life is simply a factor in it. A pawn to be thrown away to complete the important task. It doesn’t hold meaning because of what Splinter told him all the way back in season one, and his father is finally realizing it. (ABOUT FREAKING TIME-)

He’s not telling him “don’t think”.

He’s saying, “Think another way.”

I feel you, @sr200916. A friend of mine said this exact same thing, and I wholeheartedly agree. And here’s some depth into why.

Kids without parents attach themselves to role models. Mother figures, father figures- kids need to be guided, and led, and hugged, and need that one person who can say “it’s okay” and magically the world is a little less dark.

And they’re just. KIDS. They left the sewers three/four years ago! Everything is still so wide and new and confusing and there’s still so much they haven’t learned or experienced- they’re kids.

And yes. Leo is a kid too. But who else are they supposed to turn to?

Karai?

She’s not a parents. She’s gone from enemy, to somewhat friend, to sister-in-college-who-drops-by-sometimes. She’s living her own life. They aren’t going to see her as anything more than their equal. Much less look upon her as a guardian.

April and Casey?

Best friends/honorary siblings. They aren’t going to fit that role.

Mutanimals? Leatherhead? Bishop?

Friends. Equals. People that they trust. But not anyone that they’re immediately going to lean on as a guardian. They need someone who they already look up to and trust to lead and guide them. They need someone who already has their well-being as a number one priority. They need someone who they can feel comfortable going to talk to when he can’t be there to lend advice.

-And I know what some of you are still thinking. But what about Leo?! He’s just a kid too!

And, hey, I’m not arguing. He absolutely is, and in a perfect, fair world, he would continue to have an adult to teach and guide him- but their world is neither perfect nor fair.

All his life, he’s had two solid goals: Make sensei proud. Protect my brothers.

He’s seen as the most mature brother for a reason. He’s had to grow up in a world where finishing school and getting/keeping a job isn’t his main concern. For about three years, he’s spent every night making sure that his brothers stay alive. In fact, he starts doing it almost unconsciously- taking responsibility of his brothers and their missions without filling Splinter in, as shown in Annihilation: Earth! Part 1, when he’s laying out the plans, and Splinter straight up asks, “What is going on?” and Leo brushes him off, essentially just telling him that there’s trouble, but they have it covered.

Splinter is speechless for a moment, but then consents, telling Leo that he’ll be near the cheese phone if they need him.

This is a huge change if you really think about it, and done very subtley. They show us how their relationship has changed- Splinter no longer has the control to give the okay. Leo no longer feels like he needs Splinter guidance or permission. He’s grown up, and he’s leading with a firm hand, just as he was born to do.

And Leo also has experience raising his brothers- who do you think was acting sensei while they were in space?

Fugtoid was Donnie’s mentor, sure, but it was Leo who the brothers turned to when things got out of hand. It was Leo who had to talk sense into them, who always has the last word, who seemed on edge 24/7 as the season progressed, seeing the dangers space held and sending away his team when the evil space station was sent to go boom.

Whether fans like it or not, a leader, a sensei, is simply who Leo is.

There’s a reason he always gets heated and offended when he thinks his place is being challenged-

Leo thrives under that sense of control, and his brother thrive knowing that the control lies in someone else’s hands.

Now, with their father gone, it’ll lie in the hands of the brother that they trust with it most (whether Raph admits it or not) because he’s proven himself time and time again to be able to handle it.

Splinter isn’t stupid. He knows his boys. He knows exactly who Leo’s younger brothers are going to turn to after he’s gone for good this time, and he needs Leo to realize this too. Perhaps he hopes the burden will be easier to bear if it’s given slowly, instead of chucked out of nowhere.

Splinter was not purposefully ‘parentifying’ Leo. There’s a reason he waited so long. Maybe he was never going to say anything at all. Maybe he was struggling with the choice, and when Leo walked in to ask if he was okay, he made a last-minute decision.

Splinter knew it was going to happen. Leo was going to become head of the household, whether or not he said anything about it. It’s how their family dynamic always shapes out- there’s a reason the fans call Leo a mother hen!

It was always going to happen. So instead of standing by and letting fate play out, Splinter decided to interviene.

He wasn’t putting the burden on Leo’s shoulder. He was reassuring his son that he could handle it. He was giving advice on how to take care of his brothers. He was trying to help, not to hurt.

Obviously Leo is going to end up hurting. Obviously, it’s going to be hard. Obviously, it’s going to be a lot to adapt too. For Splinter’s sake- their father is going to die!

But his brothers will be there for him. He may be acting sensei, but we’re shown that they have his back. (Raph’s talk with Mikey on the rooftop is a very prominent piece of proof.)

Splinter knows that no one else can do the job better, and by voicing that he’s sensei, no one else should be able to take Leo’s family away from him. At the end of the day, as the eldest, he will be the one who bears the Hamato legacy (remember, Karai is busy shaping the Foot legacy anew), but unlike Yoshi, Leo will not be alone. He’ll have family and friends to back him up when things get difficult.

It’s a heavy title, but one that Leo is ready to carry.

Except… For one pretty major flaw. A flaw Splinter encouraged, and a flaw that he knows cannot stay.

The martyr complex.

That, is what I believe the “use your heart and not your head” phrase is meant to squash. And I believe with everything in me that it does. Leo’s life is no longer just a chess game. If this pawn doesn’t come home from a mission, his team suffers. His brothers suffer.

He is no pawn, and he can’t afford to see himself as one. He cannot afford to treat his life like it’s expendable. There’s more at stake then just the mission, and deep down in his heart, he knows that. He’s no longer just a leader. He is a father, and he has a family to live for.

And… Can I just add that Splinter’s not just up and abandoning him?

When Leo doesn’t know what to do next after his father is gone- Splinter is there. When it looks like he’s been defeated by the Shredder- Splinter is there. When they face their first real threat since his passing, and Leo is in the dojo struggling with what to do- Splinter is there.

“Leonardo, I know you feel the weight of leading your family, but remember, I am always with you.”

I mean- come on! Even in the afterlife, he’s looking over him!

He knows the burden on his son’s shoulders, and he’s come to help and warn to relieve it, if only a little.

Should he also have appeared to his others sons? ABSOLUTELY!

Could he…?

Well…

Don’t get me wrong- They’d have every right to be upset if they find out that Splinter appeared to Leo and not to them. But I’m sure there was a good reason- Leo mentions “meditating for weeks” after his father’s death at one point, so his spiritual strength, place in front of the altar, and need to speak to his father could have urged down “Mr. Higher Spiritual Plane”.

That’s why Donnie couldn’t see him when he walked in. This wasn’t a ghost doing his own thing, this was a spirit summoned down by Leo. When Donnie startled him, Leo lost concentration, and Splinter disappeared.

But, it’s still going to hurt, knowing he appeared to Leo and not them…

And should he have told his other sons that he was going to die?

….No. Just, no.

For one: He only hinted at the fact with Leo because he felt it was necessary to pass on certain information, to help him prepare for what’s coming. He didn’t give him specifics, no matter how much he begged.

If he told any of the brothers- Donnie would not rest until he pressed him for every ounce of information, Mikey would not have been able to handle the thought of something happening to Splinter, and Raph probably would have died that night on the rooftop trying to stop the prediction from becoming reality.

All of them would have wanted to stay with him after the warehouse fire, and I believe Splinter separated them for a reason.

As the youngest brothers, Donnie and Mikey needed to be shielded from memories that their analytical and photographic minds would not have been able to handle. It would have broken them to see their father die.

Leonardo would spent the rest of his days hating himself for being there and not preventing it. He’d drown in the guilt and fear- because if he couldn’t doing anything, how can he be certain that he’ll be able to keep his brothers safe? How can he be trusted with their lives when he couldn’t even save their father?

This way- Leo knows he’s been sent away, and he knows Splinter’s the reason that he couldn’t protect him. The blame isn’t as strong because he wasn’t there, and that was Splinter’s fault. It’s easier to manage when there’s another to pass on the blame.

Splinter didn’t let him protect him, and by doing so, protected Leo.

Now, Splinter’s sons would have put up a fuss or gotten suspicious if one of them didn’t go with him, so he made an educated choice.

Raphael is the strongest of the brothers. Out of all of them, he’s the most likely to mentally and physically survive the battle. He doesn’t let guilt swallow him like Leo does- he turns it into anger, and uses that anger to defend his family better next time. Out of all of them, Splinter hoped that Raph would be able to handle the memories, and the show basically tells us that he does- his maturity to accepting Leo as sensei was both shocking and relieving.

Now, I’m not saying every choice made here was inherently a good one. There’s a lot of choices made in Splinter’s life that are questionable- but every choice he makes is only in his sons’s best interest. At one point, Splinter was going to run the last of his clan. He was raised to prepare for war. His sensei could have groomed him with a leader mentality, and the notion to never put his life over the sake of his clan’s, since he was supposed to lead them one day.

He’s a single dad living in the sewers who doesn’t understand the internet and fears human contact- the only way he knows to raise his children are based off experiences with his own family, and his culture. Making Leo a martyr was a mistake, and he sees that now.

So to summarize:

No one was being made a parent. Leo is a verified mother hen, and he will lead. Period. It was always going to happen, and Splinter was trying to help lead the way. He probably would have given a lot more advice had his other children not interrupted.

Yes, he made a huge mistake years ago, but now he’s trying to fix that with a simply offering of advice. Follow your heart, not your mind, because at the end of the day, the heart will always lead you and your brothers home.

No, the entire family should not have known. They would have done everything in their power to stop what could not be prevented, and that could have gotten them killed. Splinter would never allow that. Their time was not up. They would not needlessly suffer because of him. Not his boys.

Just a side note: Taking care of his brothers might not be the worst thing for our mourning boy. Not only does it give him something to focus on, but, as an older sibling, I know it sometimes brings me comfort to comfort a young sibling. Maybe it’s some buried instinct in my being to keep them happy and healthy taking over, maybe it’s because I have a tiny bit of control in the moment, or maybe it’s a feeling of accomplishment that helps battle against the aching hurt eating away at me- but it helps. It really does.

It’s not like their infants, or little kids. His brother’s can fend for themselves, and they understand their place in the world much better than they did years ago. They can protect each other.

In reality, the only thing that will change is the hovering knowledge that someone is missing.

Holy chalupa, I just wrote an essay…

Back to the episode!

The rest of this isn’t too deep. So have some reactions:

“I don’t understand… You’re fine, father-”

🎶I can see what’s happenin’ here🎶

HE CALLED HIM DADDY IN A DOJO SETTING AFTER ASSURING HIM THAT HE WAS WELL!

POOR BABY BLUE KNOWS BUT IS STUCK IN DENIAL- 😭❤️‍🩹

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Leo, he is trying to tell you! And he could have! If not for literally MILLISECONDS after he asks, Mikey interrupting. Splinter might have clarified! He might have said more! Hinted how he knows! Said he was so proud! Given advice! Cleared the air! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS-

Ah, these poor naive boys and their bad timing….

Okay, but like, how am I supposed to be annoyed at these faces. AND WHY IS RAPH OH-SO JOYOUSLY COPYING MIKEY- AND DONNIE WHAT IS THAT DEAD-EYED STARE- 🤣🤣🤣

YA’LL ARE MESSING UP MY EMOTIONS IN THIS FREAKING SCENE, YO

I’M TRYING TO BE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT

BUT EVERY TIME THEY POP UP- 🤣

Okay, but is Splinter immediately taking the invitation to spend time with his sons because he knows that he doesn’t have much longer not the most wholesome thing ever?

He can’t continue this talk with the brothers present, and they’re clearly excited to go, so why not attend and make a few more bright memories before he’s gone?

Also, I deem it illegal for rock music to be this ominous-

I blame Leo for looking despondently after them and triggering bad things are about to happen emotions. Poor blue boi.

Anyway

Splinter is not a bad father. He is imperfect, but every choice he makes is for his sons’ good. They are his world. Their lives will come before his every time, even if that means giving heartbreaking advice before he has to be taken from them. He only wants what’s best for his family.

They are his sons. He is their papa.

And that’s all there is too it. 💚❤️💜💙🧡💚

I freaking love this show…

Thanks for reading!! I did my best to double-check everything that I wasn’t sure about, so that I could be as accurate as possible! Even if I didn’t change stubborn minds, I hope I gave you guys some things to think about!

Every opinion matters! Thanks for checking out mine!

[alexa-fika]

HEYYY IF UR TAKE REQUEST BUT I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO MORE OF RAYLEIGH AND THIS IF HE COULD BE LIKE A SINGLE DAD WHO LATER MET SHAKKY AND MAKE IT SUPER FLUFFY

Advice at the Bar ( Shakky x m!child!reader x Rayleigh)

A/N- Okay I don’t know if I achieved it but I think I did it, what we think about this one ya’ll(also drop more headcannons in my asks so we can exchange ideas)

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Please, Miss! I just need to hide for a bit!”

Shakky simply smiled at them, leaning against the bar’s counter to talk to the small boy better.

“What exactly are you hiding from?”

“From Papa!”

“I don’t believe a young man like you should be running away from their parents,” she said, looking away to blow a small wisp of smoke.

“Please, my Dad is being really mean,” he cried, kneeling on the stool and leaning closer to the woman.

“Is that so? Can I inquire on what he did?”

“He won’t let me use swords even though my brothers used swords; I want to fight like my uncles and Papa!”

“Let me ask you something, how old are your brothers?” She asked with a smile

“Umm, they are big.”

“I see. Do you want to know a secret?”

“What is it?” He asked excitedly

“I think your Father is looking out for you.”

“No way! He’s being mean; he lets big brothers use fancy swords, but he won’t let me!” He protested, slamming his hands on the counter

“I may not know him, but from what you’re saying, I believe he is probably worried. Real swords are not toys, and they require lots of training before you can freely use one. Like any parent, he would be distressed if something were to happen to you.”

“Distressed?” He questioned

“Sad, your Dad would be sad if you got hurt because he failed to watch out for you,” she explained.

“He’s probably worried right now with you running off.”

“Ah! I don’t want to worry, Papa! I don’t want him to be sad,” he cried, tears pooling in his eyes at the thought of putting his father in such a state.

“I know you don’t,” she smiled, putting her hand on his head to calm him down.

“Why don’t you try talking to him? Perhaps you can come to an agreement where you can practice and be safe.”

He beams at her, rubbing his eyes as a grin grows on his young face at the idea of being able to train with his father.

“There you are, Dokucha.” A voice calls behind him

“Papa!” he exclaimed, running to the man

“What’s this? I thought you were mad at me?” He questioned, lifting him up and leaning him on his hip

“I’m sorry, Papa,” they sobbed, crying against him.

“W-What are you on about? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked hurriedly, looking over the boy for any injuries.

“I-I’m sorry I screamed at you; I’m sorry that I ran away!”

“Is that what this is about?” Rayleigh asked, relazing his stance as a small smile broke on his face

“Yeah... Miss told me that you were just worried about me; I’m sorry I got angry. I just want to be like you and uncles,” he mumbled, only to whine moments later when Rayleigh flickered his head.

“Why did you do that, Papa?!” he asked, a betrayed look on their face.

“Because you are an idiot, you need to start listening to me better. I never said you couldn’t use swords; I said you weren’t ready for real swords, so we need to start with wooden ones.”

“Oh”

“Yeah, oh, next time, finish listening before you take off running,” he said, putting him in a headlock and giving him a noogie.

“Agh Papa stooop!” they whined, trying to wiggle their way out.

“You had this one coming, you little rascal,” he laughed as he eventually stopped his action.

“Let’s make a deal; tell me more about this Miss you talked about, and I’ll let you off the hook.” he proposed, smiling as he agreed and finally released him from his grasp.

“Miss works here!” Dokucha exclaimed, gesturing to the bar they stood at, pulling his father closer to the bar

“Close but not quite, Dear,” Shakky spoke up as the two approach.

“I’m the owner of this place.”

“She’s the owner of this place,” Dokucha repeats, looking at his dad, ignoring the amused glances the two sent his way

“Umm, miss, what’s your name?” He whispered as he jumped into the stool and leaned closer to her

“I’m Shakuyaku, but you can call me Shakky,” she replied with a small laugh.

“Dad, this is Shakky!” the small boy announced, turning to his father.

“It’s a Pleasure to meet you, madam. I’ve heard you’ve been keeping an eye on my boy. I hope he hasn’t given you trouble.”

“Oh, he was anything, but we got to talk a little; nice boy you and your wife have raised,” she commented.

“Oh no, there is no wife.”

“I see; I’m sorry for my assumption,” she said with a smile, looking far from apologetic.

“Could I bother you for a beer?”

“Oh? Are you certain? My prices are far from low.”

“I’m sure I can handle it.”

“Miss Shakky, this is-

“Rayleigh,” she finishes, a knowing smile on her face as she lets out another cloud of smoke, lets her lips and puts a mug of beer in front of him.

“Oh? So you know of me?” he said, taking a hold of the drink and taking a gulp out of it.

“Only a fool would not recognize Silvers Rayleigh.”

“And you look anything but a fool, madam,” he grins, leaning on the bar of the counter.

Dokucha looked between the two, watching as his father kept throwing sweet words at the woman.

“Miss Shakky, are you going to be my Mom?”

“DOKUCHA!” Rayleigh shrieked, choking on his drink

Said child, letting out a string of mischievous laughs as he ran off, his father not far behind after leaving his apologies to the bar owner.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now, you Rascal,” He hollered.

Thoughts?

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[ixkhor-and-ambroxia]

Hey #GreekMythology tumblr, I want ya’lls help on something :).

So, I’ve been thinking about starting this massive project. Like, would take years and years work of writing and research and sheerly finding the time and motivation for. And as I was thinking about the specifics, I thought: why not bring others into it as well? Because as much as I am interested in a lot of Greek Mythology, there are things that are simply not my interests and might cause writers block and my goal for the project would to be as fun as possible. So, here we are.

What is the project exactly? Well, hopefully, it’ll be a long Ao3 series/fic focusing on the individual perspectives of various figures/events in Greek Mythology arranged in (semi/good enough) chronological order. I personally intend to write for Poseidon in his/my version of the Titanomachy and (maybe) some events that follow, if you want a little bit of an idea on what I’m talking about.

The limits on this are almost completely free, all that I ask are that each of your submissions are one POV only (and by that I mean your main subject’s POV). Why do I say this? I say this because that is what I want this project to look like. It doesn’t matter if it’s First, Second, or Third POV along with all the other variants of those three, my main focus is on the individual experiences of these individuals. Kind of like character studies, if you know what I mean. I’m intending for it to be mostly formal but I will absolutely accept crack admissions that I will probably put into its own series to Separate the Vibes for whoever comes by :).

Ultimately, this is a completely open-ended project that has absolutely no deadline. I’m about to go to bed so I can’t go into too much detail, but if you want to DM me or send any asks, I am completely okay with that and we’ll all flesh out the specifics we go :).

What is my overall purpose? Not only is this project made for my own individual purposes of learning more about the gods and other Greek Mythology writers, but it’s also the chance to spread the word of other writers. I know how hard it is to get specific audiences, especially when you’re shy, so this is a chance for your work to be stumbled upon. Each post on the eventual Ao3 fic will include your socials, how to find you, and your other general works on either ao3, tumblr, wattpad, or other :)

Can you participate even without socials or a tumblr page? Yes you absolutely can :). My asks will always be open to anons and I will do my best to give credit when I eventually post everything :). If you want to post multiple submissions or simply just want a trackable (between works) name to your writing, just sign something at the end. It could be a name, it could be a potential username, I don’t mind at all :)).

How do I submit things? Well, the best way would be to DM me :). I have a personal writing email separate from most things that would be perfect to either share a google docs with or to just send a copy-and-pasted copy of it. Otherwise, I take asks. None of them will be posted unless asked or we’re ready to so it’ll be safe to just drop them off in! It’s also where I take questions :).

Any other things to note? I’d really appreciate some other moderators and editors :). There’d only be like two or three of each and we’d have to know each other decently well before officially starting, but some help would be appreciated! Also, I’d like to keep a working ‘spreadsheet’ of who’s working on what just for people to see what’s going on :). Maybe some people can collaborate or it’ll encourage those niche writers to write :). A third thing is that most questionable stuff is accepted. I’d personally rather not handle all those things other than posting it so it might be a while until I can officially accept (consensual and/or graphic) ✨spicy stuff✨ but, other than that, I’ll take any of it (also, it’s Greek Mythology, almost all of it already happened). If someone’s willing to take over the ✨spicy stuff✨ then please DM me so we can work out the details and see if it’s a nice fit :)

Honestly, that all should be it. The main point is that I’m trying to start up a long-term project on Tumblr and Ao3 about what is essentially Greek Mythology character studies that not only allows for mass communication across a wide audience, but also (hopefully) gets some recognition for the smaller writers :). Feel free to DM me or send me asks with questions but for now, I shall sleep

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[bradshawsbaby]

afternoon delight

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

author’s note: this idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, and all the recent lew content has given me the push i needed to finally write it. i’ve been in a bit of a rut with my writing lately, so i’m just glad to be able to get this out of my system!

warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content (semi-public sex and nearly getting caught), language, a healthy dose of fluff

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store.

Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true.

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store alone.

At least when Moira or Kayla shared a shift with you, there was time for some idle chitchat and laughter. But it was a few weeks yet before the spring semester was over and the girls would return home from college for the summer, so today you were on your own.

And you were bored.

It wasn’t that nobody in Wabang visited the store in the early afternoon hours, but there was definitely a lull in the already slow activity once lunchtime rolled around. Most people in town headed home around noon for a quick snatch of respite and sustenance. That, or they headed to The Handsome Gambler for a liquid lunch. Either way, their minds certainly weren’t on buying a new shovel or a few cans of paint.

So the store remained virtually empty as the bright afternoon sun reached its zenith in the wide open sky, and you were left dusting the already clean shelves for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d arrived. Your parents would have been there working with you, but they’d taken a drive to visit one of their suppliers.

“You’ll be alright on your own for a few hours, won’t you, sweetheart?” your mama had asked before she and your dad left.

It was a rhetorical question and you both knew it. Besides the fact that your parents were already well aware there’d be hardly any customers in their absence, you’d also grown up in the store and knew how it operated like the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assured her, waving as they headed out the door. “See ya’ll later.”

And you were fine. You were just so bored you thought you might lose your mind.

Tapping your fingers absentmindedly on the countertop near the register, you glanced down at where your phone sat, silent and still. You’d toyed with the idea of calling Rhett and asking him to come keep you company, but you knew that wasn’t fair. He had a lot to do on the ranch, especially at this time of year, and he couldn’t afford to play hooky just to keep you entertained at work. Besides, he’d already promised to take you out to dinner tonight. As much as you missed him, you knew you’d just have to be patient.

Huffing out a decidedly impatient breath, you stepped over to the ancient radio your father had refused to part with and fiddled with the knobs until you landed on a radio station you were satisfied with. At least now the silence in the store wouldn’t feel so deafening. You couldn’t help but grin as a new song began, the mildly familiar tune swirling in the warm air, among the dustmotes and beams of light spilling in from the large glass windows at the front of the store. You didn’t even know the name of it, but you knew it had been playing on the radio the other night when Rhett took you out to go stargazing, the two of you lying in the bed of his truck and lazily pointing out various constellations in between whispered words and slow kisses.

Your mood brightening considerably at the memory, you began humming softly under your breath as you decided to take the time you had to yourself to restock some of the shelves in the back of the store. Stepping into the back room, you grabbed a new box full of deodorant and shampoo and dragged it towards one of the shelves along the back wall. You were so focused on lining the shelves in the orderly manner your mother had taught you that you were caught off guard by the sound of the front door opening, the small bell tinkling to announce the arrival of a customer.

“I’ll be right with you!” you called out, your back to the entrance of the store as you reached for the last couple bottles of strawberry-scented shampoo. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the time Cecilia had come in and bought a whole case of it at a discounted price. Rhett had smelled like strawberries for over a month. Not that you minded one bit.

So caught up in the vividness of that memory were you that you didn’t register the heavy footfalls making their way down the aisle until a familiar pair of muscular arms were snaking their way around your waist and the stubbled face you loved more than anything was pressing against yours.

“Mmm, and what if I’m in a hurry and too impatient to wait for you up there, huh?” Rhett’s husky voice whispered low in your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as his lips ghosted over your cheek.

“Rhett!” you gasped in surprised pleasure, dropping the shampoo bottle you’d been holding without a backward glance as you turned around and faced your boyfriend head on. He looked exceptionally rugged and handsome in his Stetson and Wranglers, the sleeves of the plaid shirt he was wearing rolled up to the elbows, revealing his sunkissed forearms, the ones that made you feel so safe whenever they were wrapped around you.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned in that way that had you mentally pinching yourself to remind you that he was real and not just a figment of your wildest dreams. Pushing his hat back with one calloused finger, he lowered his head to plant a slow, lingering kiss on your lips.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed out once he finally pulled back, your eyes half-lidded and your brain feeling a little fuzzy.

“Now what kind of greeting is that when I drove all the way out here to see you?” Rhett teased, reaching out and resting his hand on the shelf behind your head so that he was leaning over you slightly.

You smirked in return, not minding at all the close proximity of his hard, muscled body. “Do Royal and Perry know you’re sneaking off like this?” you asked with a chuckle, one of your fingers trailing lazily along the buttons on his shirt.

“My mom had to take Amy to a doctor’s appointment, so I told them I’d drive into town and pick up some lunch,” he explained, running a hand down your bare arm. You’d worn one of your favorite sundresses today—one that just so happened to be Rhett’s favorite, too—which left your arms and a good portion of your chest exposed to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze. Food clearly wasn’t the only thing on his mind. “I think they figure I’ll be a little while,” he added with a suggestive wink, which made your cheeks grow warm instinctively.

“Hmm, and I was just thinking to myself how lonely things were getting around here. You’ve got some timing, Abbott,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to you, kissing him deeply.

Rhett responded in kind, a low groan escaping his mouth as his arms wrapped around you and he pressed you tightly to his chest. As the kiss grew more intense, his tongue snaking out to brush against your bottom lip and beg entrance into your mouth, the two of you stumbled backwards, your back slamming up against the shelves you’d just been painstakingly restocking and upending an entire row of men’s deodorant, sending them crashing to the floor.

With low moans of both yearning and frustration, the two of you broke apart and glanced down at the mess you’d made.

“I’ll clean it up later,” you panted with an indifferent shrug of your shoulders, your lips seeking his once more.

“Damnit, honeybee,” Rhett moaned as you bit down gently on his bottom lip, his hands reaching up to play with the straps of your sundress. “You just had to wear this of all things?” he murmured, his voice thick and husky with want.

“Thought you’d like it for dinner tonight,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth.

He threw his head back slightly, which granted you access to his exposed throat. “Like it right now,” he ground out, his fingers running through your hair as you nipped and sucked on his neck. “Fuck, baby, I need you. Right now,” he practically growled, holding you closer so that you could feel just how intense his need was.

“Not here,” you told him, glancing over his shoulder. “Someone might walk in.” You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, could hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. Your own heart was beating wildly, your body aching with just as much need as his. “Come help me with something in the back,” you told him with a mischievous grin, taking his hand and leading him into the back supply room, making sure to close the door firmly behind you.

It wasn’t a huge room, but it felt even smaller with Rhett standing in it, his large, powerfully built frame the only thing your eyes could focus on.

His gaze was fixed on you as well, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at you. He only broke eye contact for a moment to glance around the room, a smile curving his lips as his eyes darted back to your face.

“Never imagined we’d be fooling around in here, honeybee,” he murmured, his pulse racing at the very notion of taking you in the back of your parents’ store, a store which anyone from town could walk into at any moment.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip and twisting your hand in the folds of your dress.

“Oh, make no mistake, baby,” Rhett rasped, stepping closer to you. “I want to.” His eyes were serious as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted you up onto the wooden worktable that sat behind you, spreading your legs so that he could step between them. “I want to,” he said again, burying his fingers in your hair as he kissed you like a starving man.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you breathed out, rubbing your body against his and kicking your sandals off so that they fell to the floor. “Someone could—I mean anyone might—”

“Honeybee, trust me,” he cut you off, resting his forehead against yours. “The way you got me goin’, I don’t need much time.”

You mewled softly in response, turned on by his words as he lowered his head to kiss you once more. You were desperate to run your fingers through his hair, but his hat was in the way. Moaning softly against his lips, you reached up and tugged it off his head. For a moment, you considered dropping it next to you on the table, but then a better idea struck you. Smirking slightly, you dropped his hat right on top of your head, feeling the way his body went taut beneath your palms.

“Honeybee,” he grunted, his work-roughened fingers digging into your waist through the fabric of your dress. “You’re really determined to make me lose my damn mind, aren’t you?”

“Come on, cowboy,” you whispered teasingly, your tongue flicking out against his lower lip. “Clock’s ticking.”

Your words seemed to flip some kind of switch in his mind because suddenly he was pulling you to the edge of the table, his hands less than gentle as he shoved your dress up, bunching it around your waist. Slipping his hand between your legs, he pushed your panties to the side and swiped two fingers up your slit without preamble.

“Fuck,” he panted under his breath, his head falling forward to lean against your shoulder. “Already soaking wet for me, honeybee,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to your bare skin just to the right of your dress strap.

You just gasped out his name in response, your arms tightening around him, which spurred him to slip both those fingers inside you, curling them against your spongy walls in a way that had you struggling to catch your next breath.

“Rhett,” you whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a relentless pace. He smelled like sweat and sun and the Wyoming earth. He smelled like Rhett. And there was nothing that aroused you more.

“Sh, sh, I got you, baby. I’m gonna take care of my girl,” he murmured softly, peppering your temple and the side of your face with kisses.

“Need you,” you gasped, fisting your hand in the front of his plaid work shirt. “Need you inside me. Now,” you begged, your pulse racing in your veins as the temperature in the back room steadily climbed.

Rhett didn’t put up any argument, his fingers sliding out of you as he reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs, leaving the soft scrap of fabric dangling around your ankles, all while you reached for the belt at his waist, unbuckling it with lithe fingers before making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Damn, honeybee, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so quickly. Like lightning,” Rhett chuckled hoarsely, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” you laughed breathlessly, helping him tug down his jeans and his boxers just enough so that he could free himself from their constraints. He was thick and hard and ready, but he pumped himself a few times for good measure before lining himself up against your entrance.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek with his free hand. He knew you were usually used to more foreplay than this, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, cupping his face in your hands to reassure him. “Please, baby,” you mouthed against his lips.

Within seconds, he was buried deep inside you, your fingers tangled in his hair and your legs locked around his waist as he began rocking his hips back and forth in an increasingly frenzied rhythm.

It was messy and sloppy and chaotic, and you loved every minute of it. You cherished the moments of slow lovemaking that you and Rhett shared, when he worshiped every inch of your body and took his time giving you more pleasure than you ever could have thought possible. But you also loved these wild and crazy moments, when the two of you were so overcome by your animalistic need for each other that your bodies came crashing together in a way that was so uncontrolled and frantic and perfect because it was yours.

“Rhett,” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with pleasure. “Rhett, Rhett, Rhett,” you cried, tugging on his hair and panting against his ear, your words tumbling out in concert with the sound and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Right here, honeybee,” he gasped out, lacing his fingers through yours as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m right—oh, yeah. Oh, shit, baby. Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted as his movements became more frenetic and out of sync.

You knew he was close. So were you.

“Rhett! Baby, I’m—”

“Sweetheart?”

Everything came to a crashing halt as the sound of your mother’s voice suddenly pierced your consciousness. Your back stiffened immediately and your eyes went wide with horror.

“Rhett!” you whispered frantically, your boyfriend still rutting inside you.

You could tell from the way his head had shot up in alarm that he could hear your mother, too, but he was too far gone now. You both were, and neither of you knew how to stop.

You heard your mother call out your name, louder this time. “Are you here, honey?”

Terrified of what your voice would sound like when you called out to her, you first made sure to clamp a hand over Rhett’s mouth, trying to keep him as silent as possible.

“Y-yes, Mama!” you called out, breathing through your nose to keep from screaming out in pleasure as Rhett continued to pound away, hitting your most sensitive spot. “I’m in the back!”

Rhett’s forehead screwed up in concentration and you felt him take your fingers into his mouth, which sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head in ecstasy.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” your mother asked. It still sounded like she was near the front of the store.

“No!” you practically shouted, eyes widening once more. “I mean, um, I’m okay! I’ll be out in a m-minute,” you announced, your legs starting to tremble violently.

Burying your face in Rhett’s shoulder, your hand still clamped firmly over his mouth, you rocked your hips against his at an almost violent pace, desperate to drive the both of you over the edge.

You could feel him tense up, caught his gaze as he looked at you, his blue eyes almost hazy from the high of his pleasure. Wordlessly, the two of you stared at one another as, seconds apart, you came undone, your mouth open in a silent scream as your climax tore through you. You could feel the warmth flooding you as Rhett reached his finish as well, his chest heaving as you continued to hold your hand against his lips.

Your mother called your name again as Rhett’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, one that robbed you of any breath you might have had left.

“Just a minute, Mama!” you called, hoping you didn’t sound as lightheaded as you felt.

“God, I love you,” Rhett whispered, holding you close to his chest as he stroked your back slowly.

“I love you, too,” you whispered in return, leaning against him for support.

Knowing you were short on time, he pulled back reluctantly to reach for your panties, sliding them back up your legs and securing them in place. He pressed the fabric against your entrance, knowing it was liable to get messy when you stood up. He dropped a kiss on your forehead before stepping back to adjust his pants, buckling his belt as quietly as possible.

“Grab that box off the shelf,” you instructed him, sliding off the table and adjusting your dress. “There’s no way Mama isn’t going to see you, so we’ll just tell her you were helping me get some things from back here.”

Rhett shot you a mildly skeptical look, but did as you told him, pulling a large box off a high shelf.

Just as you were about to open the door, however, he suddenly hissed. “Honeybee! My hat!”

Gasping, you quickly pulled off his Stetson and dropped it back on his head, grateful that he was paying more attention than you were.

When you and Rhett finally stepped back into the store, your mama looked over and raised a surprised brow.

“Hi, Mama,” you chirped with an overly bright smile. “Rhett just stopped by on his lunch break and offered to help me get some boxes from the back,” you offered before she could even ask.

“Ma’am,” Rhett nodded respectfully, his cheeks turning bright red.

Your mama glanced from you to your boyfriend, then to the back of the store, and back again. You felt your heart plummet inside your chest. Your mother wasn’t a stupid woman. And you weren’t a very good liar.

“Thank you, Rhett,” was all she said, glancing down at the cash register. “Always such a good boy.”

“Of course, ma’am. Um, thank you,” Rhett stammered sheepishly, unable to meet your mother’s eye.

“Um, well, shouldn’t you get going, baby? I’m sure your daddy and brother are getting hungry, waiting on you to bring home lunch,” you said, shooting him a pointed look.

“Oh, yeah,” Rhett nodded, blue eyes widening slightly. “You’re right about that. I best be off. I’ll see you tonight, honeybee,” he told you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Turning towards your mother, he tipped his hat in deference before hurrying out the front door.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, your mother turned to look at you, eyebrows arched.

You swallowed nervously, wanting nothing more than for the earth to devour you whole.

“Just be glad, little missy, that it was me and not your daddy who came back early,” your mama said, shooting you a knowing look before pulling out the ledger from underneath the counter. “Now can you go pick up that deodorant that’s all over the floor?”

“Yes, Mama,” you nodded, your mortification complete as you slowly walked towards the back of the store.

As you walked, you felt your phone buzzing in your dress pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was a text from Rhett.

Sorry, honeybee 😬😘

Smiling despite yourself, you tapped out a quick message in response.

You’ll just have to make it up to me tonight 😉

[cascade05]

Book Girl

Heads up: Language, suggestive but definitely not descriptive, also Bakugo Katsuki (he comes with a warning), and unedited—super unedited

Kay, so, hear me out… Bakugo Katsuki and an author reader. Yes, ooh, ahh, I know I know. For those of you, and I am sure there are many, who have no idea what I mean, lemme explain:

Bakugo with a reader who asks him the strangest, borderline worrisome question about his work. “What’s it feel like to get stabbed?” “Have you ever gotten shot? With a gun? Explain it to me. How did it feel?” Sometimes he thinks you’re a little psycho but it’s oddly therapeutic for him to explain the worst parts of his job and not care about being judged so he don’t mind none.

Bakugo with a reader who patches up his wounds like a pro and mumble “this would be perfect in chapter twelve.” And he’s just staring at her like “ma’m I’m dying plz don’t immortalize this in literature.”

Most importantly (the thought that had me on this tangent), Bakugo Katsuki with his cute little writer baby who tests things on him. It’s never easy to deal with things either. It’s not, like, fighting related things. You don’t go up to him and ask him if you could put him in arm-bar or ask him if he could put you in an arm-bar (Actually you did ask him to do that cause you wanted to know how to get out of one but—)

She does this… thing where she goes up to him and whispers the nastiest shit in his ear, like, you know, innocent book girl shit. Ya’ll know what I mean. Book girls are fucking wild and they read the sauciest shit. So she whispers some knee numbing curse and Bakugo freezes like a little schoolboy who just found out what puberty hormones are and she has the audacity to take a step back, examine him like he’s a fucking lab rat or some shit, then ask him if that made his heart flutter. Like, bitch it made something flutter, the hell did you think saying that would do? Does he answer? The first few times it happened, he couldn’t. The next few times he tried to deny it but mumbled and slurred his words like a drunk. When he wasn’t caught horribly off guard, he started just throwing her over his shoulder and showing her what it did to him. (It really helped her with that one scene—)

But that’s not the worst of it. No. No no no. You see, before Bakugo, she had never been in a relationship before. She had never been in love before and she most certainly had never done anything physical with someone else before. He was her first everything. So she has trouble writing particularly steamy scenes, at least when it comes to describing everything and it has to be perfect. Well, that’s what a boyfriend’s for, right?

So, there are times in Bakugo’s life where his writer girlfriend just decides to make out with him. That’s a normal thing to do, they’re together, but she doesn’t just kiss him. Remember, book girl shit, girl goes fucking—well, Bakugo doesn’t know what but it’s ridiculous.

Kay, first time it happens: She comes up to him all casually and cute-like and asks if she can try something. Blissfully unaware Bakugo raises a brow but lets her and she takes his breath away with a kiss that’s all passion and it’s hot—he’s hot. He’s melting, actually, and she takes it further and put her hands in exactly the right places and just when he’s getting ready to go all the way with it, she pulls back. Bakugo’s never felt whiplash quite so jarring but there she was asking him how it felt because she wants to write the scene from a man’s perspective. She asking him all these questions and bro’s on a different planet right now, he can’t answer, kay. Like, give him a second to breathe cause he can’t find the air, ya know. And it happens, well not all the time but enough for the poor man to think she just isn’t in to him like he’s in to her. If she was, she would’ve been frustrated too, right? But she wasn’t and there he was, sitting alone like a fool while she ran off to go write it all down before she forgot.

But, well, book girls, right? Those freaky shits know how to please a guy so you can bet your bottom dollar that she made it up to him. Thoroughly :)

Or, alternatively, writer gf who doesn’t write steamy shit and just does all of this to fuck with him cause his reactions are *chief’s kiss*

[xomakara]

Diving Into You

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Chapter 007

Busan was crazy, but now you’re back home and you just want to finally relax and unwind. You grabbed your phone and sent a text off to the group chat that you were in with Renjun, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, and Jeno, asking what they were up to. The messages come instantly.

Renjun: Sleep. I’m sleeping.

Yangyang: Watching movies with the other WayV hyungs. You wanna join us, Y/N? I’ll have Kun-hyung pick you up.

Renjun: Tell him to pick me up. I’ll go!

Haechan: Renjun?! I thought you were going to play games until midnight with me?

Renjun: You’re imagining things, Haechan.

Jaemin: I was going to head to the convenience store and grab some food. I’ll head over there too, Yangyang!

Haechan: Ya’ll are just gonna leave me? Fine…I’ll go too.

Yangyang: PARTY AT WAYV’S DORM!!! Y/N, comeeee!!

You sent off a reply saying that you might go. Jeno didn’t even reply. Was he asleep?

Settling into the cushions of your couch and about to browse for something to watch, your phone went off.

Jeno: Baby, I’m stuck in the studio and hungry. Can you bring me something to eat?

He was still at work? You got up and grabbed your coat and keys. You stopped by the nearest convenience store next to SM’s building before stepping into it and taking the elevator towards the studios.

As the elevator stops at the floor where the studios were held, you squirm. Another vivid fantasy of him makes you tremble. If only he’d walk straight into the elevator, rip off your panties and fuck you sore.

What the hell? You were only meant to bring him food, not think about sex.

Lord, he affects you as much as you affected him. No wonder everyone said you were both a match made in heaven.

You’re soaked and throbbing—so much it hurts to be so empty deep between your legs.

You're not even embarrassed of your need anymore. Jeno seems to love how he gets you wet before you even stroke his cock. It’s exactly what gets him rock hard for you at sight. Knowing what’s waiting for him between your legs. 

A mess.

The hallway is dark, except for a light at the end of the vast floor. You assume it’s meant to guide you to the place. It leads you toward pleasure, satiation and a passion unlike anything you’ve known in bed, in the shower, in a limo, in public…and now in an office.

Fuck, it’s what your wet dreams are made of. Every single time.

This time, it's the studio.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you look gorgeous.”

You lean against the doorframe, relishing the sight of him sitting in front of the computer.

He’s pure sex appeal, power, and strength in one. Your knees shake as you walk over to him, placing the food that you got on the table. His eyes rove over you as if you’re prized cattle, taking in every curve, every inch of you.

Jeno’s observing you like he's mesmerized by his own fucking good fortune. Leaning forward in his chair, his hands delve straight up your skirt, squeezing your hips.

“Did you ask me to come here because you were hungry for food?” You asked, trying to bite back a moan. “Or for me?”

“Babe, we both know the answer to that question.”

His mouth buries between your tits, biting your flesh through the fabric as you run fingers through his hair.

“You smell so good.” His words are muffled against your breast. Yanking the bodice of your dress down, he licks a warm circle around your nipple.

Your knees buckle. He holds you up by your ass-cheeks, his short fingernails digging in your flesh, kneading it. His teeth cut into a mouthful of your breast at the same time he yanks the panties sideways, hooking them over one cheek before his finger starts fucking you.

“Oh god!” You squirm onto his hand, riding his finger, your hands on his shoulder to balance yourself. You’re about to cum just by the warm sucks on your tit, and his slow finger fucks. But when his thumb grinds onto your clit, you curl your hips in circles to speed it along.

You hold his head to your breast. Your hips churn to ride his thrusting finger, parting your legs to give him easier access. Curling over him, your thighs tremble uncontrollably as you cum from the onslaught of his thumb and finger.

By the time you’re done, you know he's probably soaked to the knuckle in your quim. That’s just the way he likes it.

Your restraint snaps with a cry. You shove at his shoulders, living out your fantasy and catching him by surprise. His eyes narrow to slits as you kneel between his legs, unbuckling his belt off slowly, undoing his fly. Your hand dips through, your fingers meeting blazing hot hard cock, pulling it out to fill your palms.

Holding his gaze, you lick the length of it. Your tongue flat, coating every inch of his cock until it’s drenched. You kiss the throbbing fat vein, sucking it along the length.

That does it. His abs tighten, his hips churn up, desperate to get into your throat. And you want to give him what he wants. Squeezing the root, you watch the hard head swell for more. A tiny bead of precum glistens at the tip, and you lick it off, moaning at the taste.

Jeno’s had enough. Grabbing your head, he forces your mouth down to his cock. As your sucks drive him toward the edge, his head falls back and his growls resonate in the massive room.

He guides your head up and down, rushing it, making the cock-head hit way too deep into your throat before he retreats. You wrap your lips tight around the shaft, letting him fuck your mouth the way he wants, the way he clearly needs. When he holds you down for a second too long, you gag.

“Babe, I fucking love it when my cock’s so deep in your throat.” Leaning down, he kisses you savagely, motioning towards the desk. “Climb up.”

You do as bidden, but he grabs your ankles and yanks you close until your hips are hanging off the edge. Resting your ankles on his shoulders, his cock claims your pussy like it always does—forceful and fast. He thrusts so deep you yelp with every lunge. The grip on his tits is punitive as he uses them to pin you in place, fucking you mad.

His lips parted, his eyes dark and wild, his balls slapping in the silence of the empty studio.

“Babe…every fucking time I’m going to write something…I’ll relive this fantasy…I’ll see your beautiful body laying here, and me fucking this wet pussy like it deserves to be fucked—utterly and completely.”

The friction is heavenly. The hard, deeply-buried cockhead, the rock-hard shaft. But it won’t last for long…your boyfriend wants to change it up, and you’re all for it.

Jeno yanks you off the table, shoving you against the wall. His cock slips inside you from behind, pinning your hands onto the wall. You moaned, being fucked ruthlessly, possessively, consumed by his strength and power.

Physical power and the force of his aura. He's everything you ever dreamed of…but hotter, sexier, wilder, rougher—beyond your expectations.

And he's yours. 

His cock is yours, and you can’t wait to claim his cum with your pussy. The waves of orgasm rock you just as he jerks, clutching your throat as he shoots his load in you…biting the curve of your shoulder, he pours his seed deep, filling you to the brim.

Instantly, you feel it trickle down the inside of your thigh, and you lean against the wall, still stuffed with his cock.

This madness, the crazy surrendering of your body to his fantasies, has given you more than he could ever get from your pussy. You’re branded with this handsome man’s scent and seed.

There’s something magical about raw fucking. Knowing his cum is filling your insides.

You grab his hips and squeeze him deep inside you one last time. It’s going to be a long, painful, hollow wait until he returns to bury his cock in you. And you want to relish every second his rod beats between your legs.

“Baby?” Jeno softly calls out, hands coming to pull you gently from the wall and place you on the couch that inhabited a nearby wall. He leaned forward, a cloth in his hand. “Shit. I can’t believe I came inside…”

“Jeno, it’s okay.” You shook your head, watching as he cleaned you up. You caressed his hair, willing him to look at you. “Jeno, babe, I’m still on birth control.”

He sighed, his forehead resting on yours. “So does that mean I can fuck you raw more often?”

“You’re an idiot,” Rolling your eyes, you straightened out your clothes before grabbing the food that you brought over. “Come on and let’s eat. I’m starving after all this sex.”

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[stars-n-spice]

(8/18) Clone Shorts Update!:

Howdy! I know it’s been awhile since the last update and y’all are probably wondering if the shorts are even going to become a thing BUT THEY ARE! Rest assured that I’ve been working on getting everything set up these past couple of weeks and have successfully (hopefully) set up a shop! 

I kinda have no idea what I’m doing so, like,,, fingers crossed this all works out because I’ve spent too much time on this for it not to work :/.

But, I wanted to let everyone who is interested know that yes, the shorts are still very much a thing. The actual designing process of getting the shorts all together (like making sure the print on the back looks right) takes a lot longer than I’d like it to and is straight up frustrating at times. HOWEVER! I have successfully managed to make the different battalion shorts + Bad Batch ones :) Take a look!

Shoutout to everyone who filled out the survey, it helped a lot! And if you didn’t see the survey (it’s a really quick one asking for suggestions for shorts/whatnot) here’s a link to it! It’s like four questions and you can send in your requests if there’s a special clone you’d like to have on a pair of shorts.

SURVEY!!

Now to the nitty gritty - I am tempted to put the link out to the store now so that if you want any of the already made shorts, you can grab a pair, BUT I also want to order some myself to make sure everything works. Like that the order goes through and the shipping works out and so on. Since I don’t know how long that’s going to take exactly, it might be a while until I reveal the link to the store, but I know I’ve already kept ya’ll waiting long enough so I'm at an impasse. So I’ll give y’all the option of DMing me for the store link if you want your shorts now and I’ll happily send it to you! 

If you do end up getting the link and seeing the store, don’t worry if your favorite clone doesn’t have a pair of shorts yet. I’m going to be releasing collections in groups over the next couple of weeks and will make announcements/updates every time new shorts enter the shop! 

That being said, the first release is the Battalion/Legion collection which includes the 501st, 212th, Wolf Pack, Coruscant Guard, and Clone Force 99. 

The next collection will be the Commander/Captain Pack! So Fox, Wolffe, Cody, Rex, Howzer and Gregor! 

Then probably Clone Force 99 or the 501st boys, but we will see! 

Anyways, that’s all for this update! Thank you for your patience and support! This has been such a fun project to work on and I’m on my hands and knees BEGGING the online shop gods that I did everything right and all this works out because my wardrobe is lacking a pair of  “Property of Clone Force 99” shorts. 

TDLR; Clone shorts are happening, store is up with some products, will publicly give ya'll a link to the store once I get my own pair of shorts and make sure the whole process is smooth, and will be releasing different collections through the next coming weeks!! :D

[notstilinski]

One Last Stop Starters !

Taken from the 2021 novel by Casey McQuinston, One Last Stop Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“(Name), stop telling people about frog ghosts.”

“They’re on (Name)‘s sleep schedule, though. So, a ghost in the night.”

“It gave us nine great years. And carpet can hide a multitude of sins.”

“If they’re gonna kill you, get their DNA under your fingernails.”

“That little twink contains multitudes.”

“They love me as much as they love anyone else.”

“You like jokes. I don’t.”

“Do you realize you just say words in any random order like they’re supposed to mean something?”

“I can’t decide if I’m impressed or horrified?”

“Definitely brought me back from the dead more than once, so, thank you.”

“Really out here smashing pussy, (Name).”

“We get about a hundred hot lesbians through here a week. You’ll find another one.”

“Sorry, like, it’s your life and all, but do you not hear how badass that sounds?”

“That sucks. I’m your mom now. The rules are, no Tarantino movies and bedtime is never.”

“You’re a bullshitter.”

“Because you have, like, the energy of someone who knows things.”

“A frontal lobotomy to forget the night I had?”

“Never thought I’d see a vampire I didn’t want to fuck.”

“We’ve kissed, like, three times, but they have that thing where they’re terrified of being loved and refuses to believe they’ve deserved it. It’s so tedious.”

“Does it ever, like… I don’t know. Make you lonely? To love somebody who can’t meet you there?”

“I hadn’t pegged you for a scammer.”

“I’m mysterious by nature, (Name).”

“Jesus. What did ya’ll do this time?”

“Hey, what’s up with you? Who hurt your feelings?”

“Who do we have to frame for murder?”

“A gift from (Name)? What god have I pleased?”

“Oh, I’m loving this already. What kind of creatures?”

“Cute. Maybe a poltergeist. A cute poltergeist. Can I meet them?”

“So, you’ve gathered us here to tell us you’re boned up for a ghost.”

“What? Pick the lock? What kind of feral child are you? Are you Jessica Jones?”

“You know, I thought you were a little spicy when I met you.”

“I swear to God, if a ghost kills me, I’ll haunt the shower.”

“Your friend is weird.”

“I told you, I think, I’m. Something’s wrong with me.”

“Honestly? The day I met you.”

“Yeah, guess I don’t have the whole magical soulmate bond you have with them.”

“(Name). Can we maybe not treat them like a creature of the week?”

“Like you’re their Pop-Tart angel. Like you shit sunshine. Like you invented love as a concept.”

“I think I should kiss you.”

“I’m repressing it! Let me repress it!”

“You’re so mean to me.”

“So many questions for someone who does not come to work.”

“Yeah, exactly. Forever. As in, it’s the only thing I know how to do.”

“I know logistically how to perform some tasks.“

“Go where? I’m trying to have a nervous breakdown here.”

“Can you turn that brain of yours off for a second and trust?”

“It makes me feel like I’m going to die!”

“You trusted me, right? Now trust yourself.”

“Big dick energy is gender neutral.”

“I mean, it’s as if you like to be emotionally tortured.”

“God, you are the most useless bisexual I’ve ever met in my entire goddam life.”

“I’d disappoint them. They don’t deserve to be disappointed.”

“Loving the sacrilege.”

“Wow, holy shit, you figured it out. You’re gonna win a Peabody Award for reporting.”

“As fun as it is to break your brain, no one at work knows. Tell them and I break your arm.”

“Is your family horny for Jesus too?”

“I’m not cute. I’m-I’m tough. Like a cactus.”

“Where does that disembodied voice keep coming from?”

“They’re always wearing the exact same thing. That’s ghost behavior if you ask me.”

“And I left them. That’s… Fuck. I forgot how that felt. I left them.”

“Yes, thank you. I invite you to eat a dick. Goodbye.”

“Maybe no good timing means there’s no bad timing either.”

“You’re a normal person. Under un-normal circumstances.”

“That’s new for you, huh? Being able to get drunk?”

“Is this a date? Am I on a date right now?”

“(Name). Any way you want to kiss me is the way I wanna be kissed, okay?”

“You’re like—like a fucking painting or something stupid like that, what the fuck. You just walk around like this all the time.”

“Sorry, was I skulking? Sometimes I skulk without realizing.”

“Okay, still, let me be a mom for a second.”

“(Name), we’re adults, just say you got your back blown out.”

“I guess criminal behavior isn’t as much of a turn-on for me.”

“Never go to a second location with someone unless you’ve checked their trunk for weapons first.”

“Let go of me. I deserve to be free.”

“They’re not gonna leave us if they get married, (Name).”

“How did this become a roast of me? (Name) is the one under the table.”

“I’m wearing a shirt and no pants. I’m Winnie the Pooh-ing it.”

“What do you mean? Why would they leave me something? I’m the shameful family secret.”

“No. I hit him. The lip is from when someone else pulled me off of him.”

“It’s like I died. I died, except I have to feel it. And on top of that, I have to feel everything else I’ve ever felt all over again. I have to get the bad news again every day, I have to deal with the choices I made, and I can’t fix it. I can’t even run from it. It’s miserable.”

“No, you didn’t. But you made me realize it. You made me remember. And maybe that’s worse.”

“Just because you can’t run doesn’t mean you can make me do it for you.”

“Uh-huh, and this wouldn’t have anything to do with the way you reflexively ice out anyone who even appears to have rejected or wronged you?”

“Oh, so they… they thought I just left without saying goodbye?”

“It’s not a heist. It’s… an elaborate, planned crime.”

“Okay…hmm… oh, I’ve made friends with a subway rat.”

“Judge all you want, but I’m the only one who will be spared in the inevitable Great Rat Uprising.”

“No, it’s cute! You’re such a nerd. It’s endearing!”

“What can I say? I’m the one that got away.”

“I have to say, I’m impressed. This is definitely the most organized crime I’ve ever been involved in.”

“Sometimes the point is to be sad, (Name). Sometimes you just have to feel it because it deserves to be felt.”

“For what it’s worth, you’ve never disappointed me once since I’ve met you.”

“Is there anything else you want, before tomorrow?”

“I just did it because I thought you were hot.”

“I was really lonely before I met you.”

“I like when you’re in crime boss mode.”

“They have to kill him. It’s the only way.”

“I can think later. Right now I just want to be here, okay?”

“I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

“You’re the most important person I’ve ever met. And I never should have met you at all.”

[vanfleeter]

Brotherly Antics // JTK & JMK

Characters: Jake x Josh Warning: Cursing, fluff. Author's Note: Another tik tok inspiration. Thank you to @jakekiszkasmommy for giving me the idea of it being Josh doing this with Jake.

Summary: How close can Josh get to Jake before he gets pissed? As if they're not close enough already..

Twins.

That’s what they are.

Though there are times where Jake wishes he wasn’t a twin. And tonight? Tonight is one of those times.

He’s getting dinner ready for himself when he hears the front door open. “Jacob!”

Just one night. All he ever asks is for one night alone. By himself.

“Yes Josh..” He sighs as he sets the knife on the counter and leans against the marble, his eyebrows raised at his twin.

Josh smiles his infamous tooth grin. Jake rolls his eyes, he knows Josh has something planned. “I missed my brutter..” Josh bats his eyes.

“What do you want Joshua?”

Josh swings around the counter and pulls Jake away from the food prep. “Just stand still.” He says.

“Josh, what are you doing?”

“Remember when we were kids and we’d try to fit both of us inside a pair of sweatpants?”

Jake vigorously shakes his head. “Don’t you fucking dare..”

“Come on, Jake.”

“We’re not little kids anymore. My clothes don’t stretch as easily.”

“We’ll just see about that.”

“Josh, I swear to–” But he’s cut off when Josh yanks open his sweatpants and inserts his leg into one of the pant legs. “This isn’t going to be good.”

Josh giggles and stuffs his other leg into the other pant leg. “Feels just like being in the womb again brother.”

“Oh joy..” Jake mutters. “You know, we’re both clutz, Josh. We’re gonna fall.”

“Oh pfft,” Josh waves his hand in dismissal. “We’ll be fine.”

“What made you think this was a good idea?” Jake says as he holds tightly to the marble countertop to keep himself and Josh both standing.

Josh shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know..”

Jake rolls his eyes. “As most of your ideas come about..”

“Admit it, you’ve missed being this close.”

“Not in the slightest.”

Josh laughs. “Now here comes the tricky part.” He says as he tugs at Jake’s shirt.

“No, no, no. Don’t even think about it.” Jake says.

“Just relax.” Josh slides his arms through Jake’s shirt and through the sleeves. “See? Easy..”

“Josh?”

“Yeah?” Josh says as he pokes his head through the collar of Jake’s shirt.

“Are you on something right now?” Josh throws his head backwards in surprise. Jake loses his balance, his grip falling from the countertop. “Shit shit, Josh!” They both fall to the floor, Josh landing on top. Jake groans in pain. “I. Hate. You.” Josh simply giggles. “I love how you find this funny. How exactly do we get up?”

“Oh uh well..” Josh looks around the best he can. “Maybe if I.. Or maybe you.. Hmph..”

“You didn’t exactly think this far, have you?”

“Not at all.” Josh says.

Jake reaches his arm up to the cupboards and grabs hold of the knob. “You. Hand. Now.” Josh reaches behind him and grabs hold of another knob and they begin to pull themselves upwards. “Bend your knees, Josh.”

“I’m trying.”

“Well try harder.” Jake grumbles. “Your knee is digging into places that it shouldn’t be digging.”

Using what body strength they have between their two arms, they manage to pull themselves up to their feet. Josh beams with joy, his big smile incredibly too close for Jake’s comfort.

“Oh my..” They hear someone laugh. Jake looks over to see Danny and Sam standing in the doorway. “What is happening?” Danny questions.

“I don’t know but I’m highly uncomfortable.” Jake says. “Please help.”

Sammy snickers and shakes his head. “You’re on your own, brother.” He says. “We’ll meet ya’ll downstairs when you’re untangled.”

“Samuel!” Jake shouts as he and Danny leave the two of them in the kitchen. “You asshole!” Josh giggles but Jake only stares at him, his nostril flared. “You have one minute to get the fuck out of my clothes before I beat your ass.”

“How can you beat my ass if you’re stuck like this?” Josh cocks his head to the side. “Hmm?”

“Fifty seconds, Joshua. Time’s ticking and your ass is about to hurt.”

“Alright, alright..”

Josh starts to work on pulling his head out when he hears a rip and pauses. He slowly glances up at Jake who has his jaw clenched. “You ripped..my shirt!”

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” Josh manages to slip his head out from the shirt without ripping it even more and removes his arms from the sleeves.

With his arms free of Josh, Jake wraps his hands around his neck. “If you weren’t Mom’s favorite, I would strangle you.”

Josh only laughs and pulls Jake’s hands off of his neck. He carefully steps out of Jake’s pants and straightens out his clothes. He pauses and looks at Jake’s disheveled appearance. He gently reaches over and fixes Jake’s shirt and straightens out his hair. Jake swats his hands away.

Jake looks at him with a deadpan expression. “Run.”

Josh innocently smiles before taking off running out of the kitchen. “Jake! I was only trying to have some fun!”

“You ripped my shirt!” Jake yells as he runs after him.

“It was an accident!”

From down in the basement, Danny and Sam both look towards the stairs when hearing the two of them barreling down the stairs. Josh flies through the doorway first and hides behind Danny.

“Save me Daniel.”

“And just what do you think I’m gonna do?” Danny says as he side steps, revealing all of Josh to Jake.

Jake reaches for one of Danny’s drumstick and twirls it between his fingers. “Come here, big brother.” He says wagging his eyebrows at Josh.

“You wouldn’t dare..” Josh says, narrowing his eyes at Jake.

“Don’t even think about it,” Danny interjects. “You are not using my drumsticks to punish Josh.”

“Fine..” Jake shrugs his shoulders.

He smirks at Josh and stops spinning the drumstick. He flings it through the air towards Josh who successfully ducks, the drumstick missing the top of his head by a mere centimeter. Flying over his head, the drumstick stabs the wall. Josh stands back up and looks behind at the drumstick stuck in the wall.

“You almost took my eye out.” Josh says placing his hands on his hips.

“And you ripped my shirt.”

“It. Was. An. Accident!” Josh shouts.

Sam and Danny both look between the two before looking at each other. This is going to be a long night.

[hyunlixsbbygirl]

❥Drama Talk

Only Friends Episode 5

The way Sand just protects Ray without a second thought is honestly so hot - like we love a protective lover even if they don’t realize they actually like each other more than friends yet. Oh and he cooks?! If Ray doesn’t wife this man up - Ima find a way to jump through my screen and steal Sand away.

NICK I SWEAR TO GOD 😂 my babies were about to get down and you interrupted! Like sir…

The way they flirt with each other though! Like can ya’ll just admit you love each other already?! It’s so obvious by the way Ray just wants (and needs) to be around Sand as much as possible.

I still don’t like Top but he does seem to genuinely care about Mew - I mean the man was ready to sue to the guy that nearly hit him.

THEY ARE SO CUTE! Look at them being all domestic and stuff, being a little cheeky in the dressing room together - ugh I just love Ray and Sand so much! Yes, I am very biased over them due to watching them in The Eclipse but that is beside the point.

I think Boston is starting to fall for Nick without like truly realizing it - like he’s realizing that just sleeping around with random people isn’t giving him the same satisfaction that Nick gives him so he’s not sleeping around with anyone else now because like he said, it’s just empty and kind of pointless. He likes what he feels when he’s with Nick though - he doesn’t know exactly what this feeling is yet but he’s chasing it.

Okay, when Summer first started chatting up Ray I got worried but bro… Ray swerved away from flirting with her, especially when Sand returned to him. The man is in love whether he knows it or not. Like all of these little glances to each other? They are married at this point - period. And look at how Ray wants to help Sand and his mom out with the debt collectors like he really likes him.

SAND’S MOM IS EVIL AND I LOVE HER!!

The song Ray picked to sing and the fact that Sand confirmed that Ray may not be just a friend?! To his mom no less?!!!!!!! They are totally in love with each other!!!

Okay… Top still makes me suspicious but the way he was so gentle with Mew their first time does make me think that maybe I’m wrong about Top just using him. I don’t trust him but he’s not at the top of my shit list anymore.

FUCKING BOSTON!

First he asks all the awkward questions about Sand liking Ray and teasing them about it and now he’s spreading out Ray’s past in front of Sand and saying that he has no chance of winning over Ray’s heart because of Mew even though it was clear in the last episode that Ray is starting to realize his true feelings about both of them!

He literally ruined everything…

Sand is devastated - Ray is devastated. Before he was even able to determine his feelings for Sand, Boston had to come and ruin everything for them! You could tell Ray was really clinging to Sand not in the same way he used to with Mew but in this way that just screams that he’s falling for him! Now he feels like his chance at true happiness is going to slip away and I bet his drinking problem is only going to get worse because Sand is going distance himself now.

Boston… count your days man 😤

[that-fandom-writer]

Wopez x Chenford Double date

AO3 is down so here is a little one shot of a double date between Wopez and Chenford. (Ill post it to my a03 when it is working again lol) PLEASE let me know how this is, i dont always like my own writing.

Tim and Lucy are waiting outside Ravina waiting for their friends to show up. A couple minutes later Wesley and Angela pull up beside Tim’s truck, Angela gets out “sorry have you guys been waiting long? Patrice was a little late getting Jack” smiles are exchanged and Lucy says “no, we weren’t waiting long at all”

 They all four walk in “reservation for four under Evers” Wesley says to the host, the man looks at his computer for a second, and says “we have your table right this way” they all then followed the man to a table, they sat, women on one side men on the other across from their partners.

 They all sat comfortably for a second, and Angela gives Wesley a look, then looks over at Tim, “ok Tim, when was your first date with Lucy?” Wesley “Angela that isn’t our business” he looks at Tim “you don’t have to answer that” Angela looks at both of them like she is about to kill them, Tim laughs a little and then “no offense Wes, but I am more afraid of her than I am of you” Wesley taking a drink of his water “for that I don’t blame you” Angela clears her throat “Tim, I asked you a question” he sighs “do you remember a few months ago when we were here and there was the stabbing”

 Angela Laughs “you two weren’t on a soft undercover because of drugs, you were on a date” Angela questions. Both Lucy and Tim were silent for a second, Angela looks between them looks right at Lucy and says “and the undercover story was your idea” Tim looked offended “hey how do you know I didn’t come up with the story” Angela laughed “because I’ve known you long enough to know that you aren’t that creative” everyone at the table shared a little laugh at Tim’s expense.

 Angela looks across the table at Wesley “I win” Wesley smiles and shakes his head, Tim and Lucy are utterly confused, Tim asks “what did you win exactly?” Angela looks between Tim and Lucy and says “oh, I won the betting pool if when ya’ll got together” both Tim and Lucy at the same time “the what” Angela started laughing, “ok, so a few of us had a bet going on about when ya’ll would get together, and I won”

Both Tim and Lucy were stunned. So Lucy asked “who is some of us exactly” Angela said “so it started with just Wes and Me a long ass time ago actually, then Nyla over heard it, then James, and the some how Aaron got roped in, ha he thought he was gonna win”

 Tim is looking playfully offended at this point “you’re my best friend and you were betting on my love life?”  Angela looks over at him and laughs “aren’t you proud of me for winning?” he rolled his eyes at her and asked “so what exactly was this bet?”

 Angela took a deep breathe and said “ok so Wes and I started it back when I was pregnant with Jack, I could see the writing on the wall, but you guys were still TO and rookie and Tim would never cross that line I know that, but then after that I still saw it, but y’all were just blind” she chuckled Lucy looked lovingly at Tim and then turned to Angela “wait, you thought there was something between us back when you were pregnant?”

Angela laughs, “are you kidding, of course I did, I could see how he looked at you, but I knew he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet so I didn’t push it, until y’all went undercover that is” Angela said as she smirked at Tim.

 Lucy looked questioningly between the two of them “what?” Tim took a deep breath and sighed, “ so the practice kissing we did for going undercover, I told her about it and she asked me if I had feelings for you, and I told her no and she didn’t believe me” to which Angela said “because you were being a lying liar who lies” they all 4 laughed at that statement.

 The waiter came by, they all ordered. Wesley chimed in “oh you guys, we have a question for you two” Tim and Lucy looked at both of them “what’s up man” Tim asked, “so we want to go away in a few weeks, last time we went we left Jack with my mom, we were hoping the two of you might wanna take him for the weekend?” Lucy and Tim looked at eachother, lucy is excited and Tim can tell, so he answers for them “of course, we would love to” they all smiled and Angela piped up with “it’ll be good practice” she said with a smirk at both of them as they both choked on their water a little bit.

 Wesley said “Ang, I think you’re making them nervous, let them take their relationship at their own pace” Tim and Angela laughed and then Angela said “actually, in all reality I think I can say this now, Lucy here is the only person that Tim has dated that I actually thought was good for him” she said with a ‘mater of fact’ tone as she drank her water.

 Lucy looked shocked “thank you, but wait really, you met all his exes, Isobel, Rachel, and Ashley” Angela looked at both Tim and Lucy, took a deep breath, then looked Lucy in the face and said, “Isobel was good for him until she wasn’t, Rachel was good but I had a feeling it wouldn’t last, especially once she moved, and Ashley, well dear lord I can write a book on why I didn’t like her” both Lucy and Tim were shocked, and Wesley with a firm tone said “Angela” Angela shrugged and said “Listen, any woman who tries to convince Tim Bradford to retire before HE is ready to, is not the woman for him period” she said with a firm voice. They all just laughed for a minute.

The food arrived, they all sat and ate, and then Angela pipes up “listen, I know it’s a bit soon, but when y’all get married I expect to be in the wedding party” to which Wesley just gives her the ‘you’re going to far again’ look and Lucy just looks at Tim and looks back at Angela and says “of course” then Lucy looks back at Tim and they shared a smile.

 Angela looks at Wesley and said “by the way, that look right there that they are sharing, they’ve looked at each other like that for 2 years, that is why I knew they had feelings for each other, you don’t share looks like that with someone you don’t have strong feelings for” everyone smiled.

 They kept eating, and Lucy chuckled a little looked at Tim and said “this is definitely better than our last double date” Tim laughed and said “yeah that’s for sure” to which Wesley asked “what happened on your last double date?”

 Tim and Lucy Laughed Lucy said “well he was with Ashley, it was my first date with Chris, but the two of us ended up talking most of the night, and it was super awkward for Ashley and Chris”

Wesley looked at everyone and said “well that just further proves Angela’s theory that the two of you probably have had feelings for eachother a lot longer than either of you are willing to admit to”

Angela looked at Wesley, “im so proud of you” Tim rolled his eyes, “what do you mean by that tho Wes?” he chuckled “because Lucy just admitted the two of you were on dates with other people, but you basically acted like you were on a date with each other” they all laughed.

 Lucy was looking at everyone at the table, she really was happy with Tim, she was happy here with their friends. Tim looked at Lucy and smiled, he knew in his heart she was it, he will never love after her.