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One of the "blob ghosts" snuck into my bag - I found out when I went looking for one of my notebooks. Thankfully my sociology professor is as blind as a bat (Not a GREAT phrase to use at Gotham U. but still)
He likes my thermos... (I was looking forward to that soup)
At least the little guy is polite enough not to mess with my medications.
You do you, little gloopy buddy. Enjoy the free ride, I guess.
#My phone bugs out when taking pics of them -#Not sure why it does that#dp x dc#only in gotham rp#gotham city#gothamite
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miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS' (ง ื▿ ื)ว
a/n~ this popped in my head so quick and i thought i was gonna combust if i didn’t start writng then and there٩( ᐛ )و once again all creds to @nymphomatique 💗
part 2
summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing.
wc; 1.6k
pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader
cw; SMUT!!, onlyfans, miguel being embarrassed, m!masturbation, panty kink, humiliation kink, sub!miguel pretending to be a dom, miguel being obsessed with reader (//∇//), dom!reader, reader being possessive (as you should), the woman was too stunned to speak, paint me like one of your french girls, nawt proofread - i was half asleep
ok,, nerd! miguel with a secret onlyfans that he hides from you.
because he’s lowkey embarrassed
because he wants you to find it and punish him for sharing what’s yours with others
on top of that, he’s one of the top accounts on the site. i mean it’s not a surprise- he’s still hot as fuck. extremely tall, chiseled body, thick thighs, sexy face, big dick- he’s quite literally perfect, and he knows you know that.
he only started it because of you, anyway. the compliments you whisper in his ears, telling him how beautiful he is, how much you love his body, he never realised how fine he actually is. so one day whilst he was sitting in your dorm, finishing up on of your reports, he decided he would put his body to good use. you were out for the night, and you probably wouldn’t come back until the next morning so he had all the time in the world.
he scrolled through a few pics you took of him on your phone, but something was bugging him. he looked so…submissive in them. yeah, of course he enjoyed being submissive - but only for you. the idea of other people seeing him in a way that’s reserved for you and you only giving him a strange feeling in his chest. miguel was a virgin before he met you though, so being submissive was really all he knew. being dominant felt wrong, but he was willing to give it a try.
feeling a surge of confidence, he stood up from your desk, stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him clad in his loose sweats. he sat on your queen sized bed, scooting himself up to the headboard. he really was a tall motherfucker though, long legs dangling off the edges of your fluffy mattress. he props one leg up, resting his elbow against it as he angles the camera down towards his chest, bulging muscles highlighted by your warm fairy lights.
he takes pic after pic, different angles and positions around your room even using some of your toys as props. but in all of those pictures, he never showed his face - that’s for you, and nothing can change that. instead, he offered his followers a view of his plump lips, pulled into a lazy grin in every photo.
a few months pass and he’s been racking up followers like crazy, all the money he makes - he spends on you, of course, buying you bags, clothes, shoes, anything his pretty mommy desires. you don’t question where he was getting all that money from, miguel also came from a pretty wealthy family - he did still spend as much of his parents money on you as he could.
eventually, he was in the top 3 creators of the site. he started to get a bit more raunchy with his posts, after that, he blew up like crazy. the constant *pings*! from his phone, however, was a means for suspicion. since when was your little loser of a boyfriend, well he’s not your boyfriend yet, but since when was he popular? like, people only know who he is because of you, and still nothing really changed since you claimed him as yours - so what’s with this sudden boost in attention he’s receiving?
he sits across from you, at your desk again, as you glare holes into his back from your plush bed. he’s smiling at his phone, the screen hidden from your view and you can only assume the worst. he’s talking to other bitches. everyone knew you were possessive, but when it comes to miguel? that’s a whole ‘nother situation. you wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of anyone who even thought about fucking around with your miguel. having connections is a real blessing.
your tongue clicks in annoyance, voice cutting through the comfortable silence in the room as you call out to him. “miguel, give me your phone.” you hold a hand out towards him, unmoving as your face remains devoid of emotion - although your twitching eyebrow tells a lot. he looks up at you immediately, pushing his frames back up his face. “w-what d’you need my phone f-for?” it was a valid question in any other circumstance, but this wasn’t any other circumstance. this was your obedient, not so little, miguel questioning you.
your brows raise, an amused scoff leaving your glossy lisp. you raise from the bed, strutting over to him as you snatch his phone from his hand. “the fuck is up with this attitude, hm? i don’t remember teachin’ you to be a little brat.” you sneer down at him, he was pathetic, really. face flushing as he realised his mistake, stumbling over his words and whimpering soft pleas of forgiveness. “shut it.” you don’t spare him another glance, gripping his phone as you sit back on your bed, crossing your legs.
unlocking his phone was easy, his password is your birthday - you could smile at how cutely obsessed with you he is but you where too pissed off at the moment. and of course, his lock screen and wallpaper is a picture of you, the same with his instagram pfp as you scroll through his chats. everything was weirdly innocent. there were only brief dm’s between him and what seemed like old friends and some current friends you didn’t even know he had, even his snapchat was completely barren.
you double, even triple checked his socials - not even a finsta in sight. with a deep sigh, you give up. of course you weren’t going to say out loud that you were overthinking but- oh? that stupid notification sound again. you quickly looked down at his phone again, seeing a notification from twitter. you completely forgot about it - seeing as it’s not even fucking called twitter anymore. (still bitter about this, fuck elon musty)
clicking on it, your eyes widen in surprise. this whole account was a complete 360 from the miguel that grovels at your feet on a daily basis. the most teasingly sexy posts litter his feed - promising all that and more if you just clicked on the link in his bio, and that you did. miguel was watching you nervously the whole time, thinking the worst at your silent reactions. he moves to stand, hoping that just maybe he can get his phone back. “sit the fuck down.” and he sits.
what a fucking slut. your good little boy, in all these different positions, fooling his fans into thinking he’s some strong, sexy, dom. getting off in your bed, calling his fans all the nasty names you call him. the whole situation was just so funny to you. these poor people, they didn’t know how much their favourite daddy dom was in fact a little bitch, for you and you only.
there was a part of you that was happy seeing have so much confidence, as much as you want to keep him all to yourself. it was kinda hot, him trying to act all dominant. you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your cunt throb, biting your lips as you scroll deeper, and deeper. one post in particular caught your eyes, though. it was a video, the lighting was darker than the others but his body was just as clear. you put the volume all the way up, snickering at miguel’s frightened gasp behind you.
you can see why this post had so many likes now, cause god was it sexy. miguel laid on your bed, his face not visible, chest on display as he lightly ran his strong hands up and down his body, mumbling deep praises to his fans about how ‘good’ they are for him, how well he could fuck his pretty little sluts, how they probably wish they were there with him. who wouldn’t? his fat cock was drizzled in lube, sticky, hard, and leaking all over his hand. it rested on his stomach, smearing pre all over his happy trail, as he traced a thick finger along the throbbing veins.
his moans where still just like you knew them to be, whiny and breathy, small whimpers leaking through his spit soaked lips. his hand worked himself faster, pumping up and down just like you do, skimming over his tip in the same way you do. after all, you’re the only one who knows how to use him. it feels like he edges himself forever. constantly stopping and starting, gripping onto his cock tightly to stop himself from exploding all over himself.
he pants heavily, growling softly as he pulls something up out of frame, a small black lacy thong. your black lacy thong, the same one you had on right now. he wrapped it around his aching cock, rubbing his tip along the crotch before rapidly fucking himself into the fabric. he doesn’t last long though, the thong smelt like you, he had only taken it a few minutes before he started filming - digging through your dirty laundry like some depraved perv to find the perfect pair.
only after a couple quick pumps did he spill all over the pretty fabric, his mouth hung open, chest shimmering with sweat. he brought the soiled panties to his mouth, sensually licking off his own cum before shooting a teasing smile at the camera - the video ending. you couldn’t even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame.
oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.
to be continued…
- i want his balls jn my mouf
#miguel x reader#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara headcanons#miguel o’hara x reader#sub miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel ohara#cheonstapes#cheonstapes films!🪷
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I’ve had a pretty intense fear of insects my whole life, but a while back I noticed my phone has the ability to identify what kinds of animals are in a picture, including bugs, so I’ve just been taking pics of every little critter I see around the house or outside and looking up what they are. It’s actually a lot of fun and it’s definitely helped me to be way less scared of most bugs !!!
I recommend the apps iNaturalist and its offspring Seek! Seek is a app that’s more just for fun, since it won’t let you edit IDs and it gets things wrong or can’t ID to species quite often, but it collects the things you’ve seen in one location and you can get badges and stuff.
iNaturalist is much more of an serious platform for citizen science, so when you upload things other users, including professionals and experts, will see your photos & the location you saw them, and can give their ID. you can see others’ observations too. I find it a lot more satisfying than Seek since you don’t have to rely on a faulty AI to give names to things.
both are great for exactly the sort of thing you mentioned. they help you build a picture of the world around you and hopefully get you closer to it—if you’ll brave getting close to a spider to figure out who it is, you might end up appreciating them more than if you’d stay far away out of fear.
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Yandere! Batfam HC’s
Based on my first part with Damian
Yandere! Dick who got to meet you first due to being Damian’s favorite brother not that he would ever say that out loud
Yandere! Dick who finally meets his little brother’s only friend other then Jon and is immediately trying to find out everything about you
Yandere! Dick who immediately releases why Damian had you as a friend funny,nice,polite, and adorable
Yandere! Dick who starts to ask Damian about you every chance he gets
Yandere! Dick who doesn’t want the others to meet you and only let them meet you when he was there
Yandere! Tim who was the second to meet you, he was only going on 3 hours of sleep for the past 3 days and didn’t care a lot about meeting you but quickly started to wish he tried to look better
Yandere! Tim who tries to wear clean clothes and actually do his hair when he finds out you are coming over to study with Damian
Yandere! Tim who offers you his jacket one day when you are waiting outside the school for Damian and now can’t stop thinking about you in his clothes
Yandere! Tim who will get you a coffee or tea everyday before school
Yandere! Tim who hacks into your phone and reads all your text and goes threw all your photos making sure to save all your contacts and any pics of you he can find
Yandere! Jason who didn’t know what the big deal was until he met you and you actually liked his jokes?
Yandere! Jason who will follow you to and from work making sure to beat up anyone who catcalls you
Yandere! Jason who is the first of them to steal from you just to smell your clothes when he goes to bed not counting stuff you would leave at the manor that Damien would “forget” to give back
Yandere! Jason who gives you a ride on his motorcycle when he see’s you walking home at night and starts to drive to home every night after
Yandere! Jason who is the first to bring up kidnapping you despite being the last brother to meet you
Yandere! Damian who loved having you to himself but slowly enjoyed having people with him as he talks about the things you did that he found adorable
Yandere! Damian who bugs Jason’s motorcycle after finding out that he was giving you rides home
Yandere! Damian who wants nothing more then you tell you he is Robin but knows his dad will never let him
Yandere! Damien who can’t stop thinking about kidnapping you after Jason brought it up and quickly starts to prepare a room for when they take you
Yandere! Damien who will take almost all your stuff to make it look like a runaway so the cops never suspect a thing
Yandere! Bruce who ran a background check the first time Damian mentioned you
Yandere! Bruce who meets you for the first time after Jason drove you to the manor after work because you got out late
Yandere! Bruce who spent most of dinner watching the boys talk to you and watching how they all glowed in your presence
Yandere! Bruce who catches the boys going threw your iCloud on the BatComputer and just stood there and watched with them
Yandere! Bruce who lies to the cops as Batman saying that the Wayne’s were all clear and you weren’t there
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edit (december 6th 2023): this has been getting a lot of notes - thank you for the love btw! - so i just wanted you to know that this idea has a full story! it's right here. thanks again!
tony is checking his notes while he works, when he hears the door opening.
"oh peter, is that you?" he says, a little relieved but also annoyed. "care to explain why you haven't replied to any of my messages-?"
when he looks behind him, though, there's nobody in the lab.
... the meow startles him.
tony finds the black cat sitting on his notebook, and doesn't appear to plan on getting off.
"seriously?" tony groans. "friday, why is the little black hole in here?"
"he is boss jr., isn't that correct?" the A.I. replies rather smugly.
the man glares at the ceiling. "very funny." then he turns to the cat. "why are you like this. i thought cats liked to be alone. but i guess you just love bugging me."
the cat doesn't reply. he dares to lie down, refusing to let tony work. before they settle on yet another glaring contest today, the older man's phone vibrates on the desk, much to the cat's curiosity. tony quickly takes it and sees he has new text messages from peter.
peter: sorry mr stark, i can't come over today
peter: i have a decathlon meeting and i can't miss it
tony audibly groans. yeah, of course. obviously.
then peter sends another one.
peter: how is tony jr? is he behaving?
tony aggressively texts back.
tony: that is not his name. and no, he's being a little menace, alright. he ruined my couch, he knocked my favorite mug over, and now he won't let me work.
peter: aww mr stark, he just wants attention!
tony: yeah, but he doesn't have to be such a little shit.
peter: stop being mean to him!!!
tony: he's being mean to me.
tony: so what, i'm gonna be stuck with him for another night?
the teen spends a while writing the next text, which becomes many of them, probably indicating he's anxious.
peter: look mr stark i'm sorry i forced you to look after him
peter: i just couldn't leave him in the cold and aunt may already has a lot in her plate
peter: but i didn't mean to make you mad either
peter: i promise i'll try to come over as soon as i can to take him to the shelter
tony's anger fades. he sighs it out.
tony: kid, it's fine. i get it. you have a good heart and i'm proud of you for that. i just wasn't ready to have a stray cat home.
tony: but this isn't your fault, okay? you did the right thing.
he almost texts more but decides not to.
peter: ok mr stark
peter: i'll try to get him to the shelter by the end of the week
tony: no pressure, kiddo.
when he thinks it's over, peter sends yet another one.
peter: hey mr stark? could you take a pic of him? i miss his little face 🥺
tony rolls his eyes and positions the starkphone in front of the cat. the little feline seems to notice it and looks back. and he tilts his head almost instantly. though tony knows it's not out of confusion - it's like he's posing for the photo.
the hero sends it to peter.
who in turn, replies with several stickers of people exploding with heart emojis.
peter: omg!!!! bby!!!! i would die for him!!!!
tony: please don't.
peter: aww he even posed!
peter: guess he rlly takes after you 😊
tony: he is still not my cat.
peter: still... just be good to him until i get back ok? he just wants some company
you don't get it, pete. i'm irresponsible and i ruin everything i touch.
tony doesn't send that.
instead, tony looks at the cat deep into his golden eyes.
his hand approaches the little void. he expects to get bitten or scratched like he has been all day. but worse...
i ruin everything i touch, and i'm going to kill another innocent creature. i'm going to kill him. i'm going to kill him.
...
the cat is snuggling against his hand, purring.
then he lets tony pet his whole body and his tail touches his fingers.
indeed... all the cat ever wanted was love and attention. the things he never had in the past.
with a relieved smile on his face, tony finally answers peter.
tony: okay.
just a simple reply. but many promises.
#irondad#tony jr. the cat#(a new tag???????? mayhaps????)#fics#my fics#drabble#(this got long lmao and it's not even the finished product)#anyway#tony stark in: the dad who didn't want the pet but adopted it anyway the saga
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han taesan x reader
soulmates au ♡*
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taesan remembers his first encounter with yn all too well. i mean how could he not? the day that changed the whole trajectory of his life, the day it all came together, the day he found his soulmate.
and it went like this...
"c'mon dude, let's go out! get your mind off of things"
taesan sighs at his friend's endless bugging. to be honest, this past week had been absolutely awful to the young boy. he can't seem to write the right lyrics for his songs, his outfits never seem to go the way he planned and on top of all that he hasn't had proper sleep in days! luckily for him, he's got a roommate like leehan, who's always pushing him to get out more and be alive every once in a while.
"ugh fine. where are we going?" the tall guy's voice dragged as he stretched himself off of his gaming chair- the one he bought just because it was advertised as the most comfortable chair in the world but was actually just an extra hundred dollars down the drain for a regular chair. "i'm thinking we head out to that new shopping strip down the road, i heard they have a massive record store there..." leehan raised the pitch of his voice a bit towards the end, to ignite somewhat of excitement from his otherwise stoic best friend. "maybe you could go get a new record of that nirvana one or whatever you broke last time" he continues, leaning against the frame of the door and waiting patiently as the other boy began to throw on his jean jacket. "you mean the one YOU broke" taesan repeats, raising an eyebrow sternly at his friend while spritzing his signature scent against his slim wrists and near his neck. "whatever" leehan says, rolling his eyes back in annoyance. "you focus too much on the facts. now hurry up!"
and with that they were out the door, strolling down to just the edge of their street where they had opened up a brand new shopping strip to liven up their boring neighbourhood a little bit. "huh, this place is a lot nicer than i thought" leehan says, pushing the glasses he wore up the bridge of his nose as they walked through the pillared entrance. "yeah...it's pretty neat" taesan agrees, taking in his surroundings and admiring the stylistic architecture for himself. there were all sorts of shops around there; a pretty little flower shop which stood beside a french pattiserie, a bright yellow pet shop with the cutest array of cats, dogs and even fishes! and then there was the long line of clothing stores, from higher end to locally sourced small brands as well. "wait bro can you take a pic of me real quick, i like this wall" leehan says, stopping them right beside a grunge-y women's clothing store. the han guy chuckles lightly, grabbing the phone he was being handed. he rolls his eyes as his roommate begins to strike multiple poses, finding his attempts at looking candid and nonchalant absolutely stupid. "okay wait one more" his friend says, but just as he was about to click the white button the boy felt some sort of a tingle on his neck, as if he had just been zapped by a ray of electricity.
"ah!" he jumps in shock, a hand going up to caress the spot behind his neck that began to feel a bit sore. "yo dude, you okay?" leehan asks as he walks back towards him. he just nods, "yeah, it's probably nothing- just like, a tingle on my neck" his friend looks confused, maybe just as confused as he was. "maybe it's one of those sparks you know, like when you're near your soulmate or whatever" taesan scoffs at the suggestion, "yeah right, and that's just a myth- i don't believe it" the kim guy let's out a laugh, "what if it's me?" to which his friend just glared, "if you were my soulmate i think i'd just give up on love for the rest of my life" leehan shoots somewhat of a hurt expression towards him, a hand moving to clutch his heart. "ouch" he says, earning a half-assed slap from the other boy on the back of his head. "shut up, let's go find that record store and get outta here, i'm getting bored"
ding!
the bell that hung above the door rang softly as the pair entered the large record store. taesan's mouth fell open wide as he basked in what he would call, music heaven. the store was fully equipped with floor to ceiling shelves, all decked out with thousands and thousands of records upon records. at every corner stood rows and rows of CDs and vinyls of just about any artist from every genre possible. leehan was amazed as well, though it was more so because of the fancy chandeliers that lit up the place than by the outstanding variety of music. almost like a moth to the light, taesan found himself unconsciously wandering over to the very back of the store, a large section at one of the corners with a giant sign that read:
old rock & alternative
his eyes glimmered as he spotted all his favourite artists' works, almost crying at the sight of the organised mess of music. "leehan check this out! they've even gotten a limited edition- ah!" he cut himself off, bending over his knees as another sharp pain hit the back of his neck like a storm. "dude!" his friend called out, ushering over to make sure he was alright. he wasn't sure if it was just the ringing of his ear or if he had just heard a female voice yelp the same way he did from the section behind him. "you okay bro? this has happened like twice already, what's going on?" leehan sounded worried, his voice shifting from the genuine concern he had for his friend. "yeah...i don't know what's wrong either..." the tall boy sighs, catching his breath as he stood up straight again. "let's just find that nirvana vinyl and go home" he says, receiving a hum in agreement from the other.
"it should be...over...here."
his arm reaches out above his head to grab a copy of nirvana's in utero album but his hand is met with the flesh of another's instead. a gasp escapes his lips as another zap of electricity ran through his body at the contact. it's different this time though, it felt ten times stronger than the other two he had experienced before, yet it was painless. and unlike the other two times the sensation of this shock felt like a split second, but it left some sort of an unfamiliar warmth in his chest and a tornado-like feeling in his stomach. he stood there frozen for a second, just a moment before he began to turn his head around to find the source of it all. and that's when he makes eyes contact with her.
he gasps again. not because of another zap or anything, but just purely out of shock. he'd never ever laid his eyes on someone so enticing as she before. she had just the same blank expression on her own face, like she had been stunned out of her mind. simultaneously, they began to pull their arms away from where they were still touching one another against the nirvana record. their movements were slow, like whatever happened just now had taken their breaths away, leaving them in some sort of a bubble and drowning out the rest of the world around them in that shop.
"did...did you feel that too?" he asks suddenly, breaking the silence that was all too evident. she nods, her words not seeming to come out of her mouth that remained opened. "sorry" she manages to say, though her words came out with a slight stutter. he shakes his head, as if to let her know it was okay, but he didn't even really know what she was apologising for. "for what?" he decides to ask, the burning sensation in his heart seeping through his tongue urging him to keep going in the conversation with this stranger. "i don't know. i've been getting these random shocks since i stepped out of that grunge store today" she says, her eyebrows furrowing as she recalls. taesan's eyes grow wide, "me too!" he exclaims, almost too excited that it made her jump a little. "it started when i was taking pictures of my friend...at..the..." he dragged out until he became quiet, a look washing over his complexion as if he had just pieced a thousand piece puzzle together.
"at the what?" she asks, a hint of impatience in her tone as she did so. "at the cool wall next to the grunge clothing store" he says, in a way that made her believe there was something she wasn't getting. "and...?" she questions, head tilting to the side to show her confusion. "okay, it's gonna sound crazy but...you know that myth about soulmates?" the boy's inquiry has her eyes going wide. "you know like when you're near your soulmate you get all those shocks and-" she cuts him off, "so you're saying you're my soulmate then?" her tone is different now, like she had just unlocked a new sense of confidence. her aura had changed as well, from blank and lost to, witty and strong. it catches him off guard, the boy suddenly losing his ability to generate literate sentences. "well i mean i don't know but i'm just like putting it out there you know" he rambles and she smiles. a smile he knew he would never be able to forget. the way her eyes melted away, and the skin around her cheeks dipped into dimples, it almost turned the poor boy into liquid! "i'm just kidding" she says, popping the metaphorical bubble they had just been sitting in and allowing the sounds from inside the store back into their ears. taesan suddenly feels at ease, like there was just something about her that made him comfortable.
"well soulmate," she teased, the nickname turning his ears a pretty dark shade of red. "care to tell me your name?" she asks, that same smile still painted against her rosy lips. "i'm um i'm taesan" he replies, a hand moving up to stroke away the hair that fell against his forehead. "nice to meet you, i'm yn"
yn, a pretty name for what he would definitely call a pretty lady. she reaches a hand out for him to shake and he did so, hesitantly, in fear that it might send their bodies into another shock. to his surprise however, it was just the opposite. instead, a fluttery feeling had surrounded the two, like they were just transported to their own la la land and were being swarmed by a billion butterflies. he smiles at her for the first time- teeth and all, and she giggles softly. their moment of bliss lasts another second before the staring into each other's eyes became a little too awkward. taesan clears his throat as they finally turn away from each other, eyes floating back to where they were originally set. his long arm reaches up to grab at the vinyl once again, grabbing two this time.
"so..." he begins, looking down as he passes one over to her. yn thanks him as she retrieves the record, tilting her head once again so as to tell him to continue. the boy smiles gleefully, suddenly feeling shy when she makes direct eye contact with him.
"you like nirvana too?"
the girl smirks, "only more than anyone else in the world!" he scoffs, "that means you like them more than me, and i highly doubt that" and then she laughs, "listen, i'd love to argue over who loves nirvana more with you but i need to head home soon so let's cut this short" taesan nods, but a slight somber feeling began to seep into his heart, almost like he was disappointed she had to leave so soon. "i'll see you around?" yn asks, earning a hum in response before she begins to walk away to the front of the store where the register was.
"dude what're you doing?!" the voice of his friend, who he totally forgot was there the whole time, snapped him out of his trance. "huh?" he asks, almost stupidly, causing leehan to smack him upside his head. "go ask her out! that could be your soulmate right there!" his friend's statement makes him go wide-eyed once more.
"hey yn, wait!" taesan calls out, running to catch her before she gets to the counter. "hm?" she turns on her heels to be met with him again. "yes?" the girl asks the now out of breath boy, waiting patiently in amusement as he tries to speak while catching his breath. "i was- woo hold on- ah okay um" he inhales before letting out one last big exhale. "i was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime? you know...so i can prove that i'm a way bigger nirvana fan than you are, duh" the boy tries his best to sound confident, like he wasn't freaking out about asking this pretty stranger he just met out. yn lets out a sigh, a sigh that made his heart drop down to the bottom of his lungs for a moment. "listen taesan...you're sweet and all...and i know we might be soulmates...but..." the words almost make him drop down and cry like a baby. his eyes were about to water and his hopeful smile had simmered down to an uncertain frown.
"but i just don't think you can out-stan me when it comes to nirvana, sorry!" she chuckles, finding his reaction to her little menacing joke priceless. "yn, i know we just met but you CANNOT just do that to me, please" he sounds like he just lost his mind, but he laughs it off along with her. "you're pretty cute, taesan. i guess i wouldn't mind going out with you. i mean, you are my like soulmate or something" the girl says, reviving that sparkle in his eyes once more. "you think i'm cute?" now he was getting cocky, his chest puffed out like he just won a nobel prize. "mhm, but don't get too cocky or i might just change my mind about that date" taesan shoots her a slight nod in worry, slight fear of losing someone like her taking over his previous pride.
"so..." he says, following behind her in line to pay for the record he was here to buy.
"how does friday sound?"
and the rest was history.
the end.
i dreamt of this last night 🤓 hope u enjoyed this!!! ALSO tysm for all the sweet comments on my last fic 🥹 means a lot to me u guys r motivating me to write more often again <3 tytyty LOVE U MWAH
#kona's work ♡#boynextdoor#boynextdoor drabbles#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor x reader#taesan#taesan x reader#boynextdoor taesan#bnd x reader#bnd taesan
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Paparazzi follow Y/N and Jack takes care of business
***18 + mature themes, drama, romance***
“Y/N I ain’t going in that store with you. You’ll be in there for hours. Let’s split up and we’ll meet to grab lunch Ok?” Your husband said trying to be as sweet as possible to have his way to go to the sporting goods store.
“You really need another fitted hat Jack?” You teased. Since he cut his hair in a mullet that’s all he’s been wearing.
“You can never have too many fitteds babe.” Jack said seriously
“Ok, little bug, pups and me will go our way and you go yours.” You said cheerfully and pecked him on the cheek. At least he wouldn’t be tagging along and annoying you. St.Matthews Mall was super quiet this time of day. There was hardly anyone around to bother you and for the most part people in Louisville were used to Jack, but he walked with security anyway. Him and his bodyguard headed to the sports store as his bodyguard wanted some new sneakers.
You were so happy to get out and shop like a normal person. The store was practically empty but suddenly you got a weird feeling as you browsed. You looked around without wanting to look paranoid, and felt a presence but nobody was there. Only the cashier and a few people milling around far away from you and baby Ella. You were checking something out and dropped it. That’s when a man with sunglasses on made an attempt to pick it up first and you caught a flash out the corner of your eye. It was paparazzi creating a distraction to snap a picture of you, the new baby, and new puppy.
“Ughhh! I’m just trying to shop please!” You said obviously irritated but kept your cool and proceeded to move closer to the cashier in the huge department store. You tapped your Apple watch to discreetly call your husband. Getting at you could be a ploy to bait Jack so you had to be subtle. They definitely knew he was in the mall and may have followed him there.
Jack wasn’t picking up and you could feel yourself get sweaty. You picked up the puppy preparing for anything happening. Ella was all wrapped up taking a nap so they couldn’t see her face. You were trying to get the cashier’s attention in the distance who was serving other customers. They followed you and one stepped in front of you.
“Mrs. Harlow how was fashion week?!” They asked loudly and excitedly snapping pics as you confusedly tried to protect baby Ella and held a firm grip on the puppy.
“I didn’t go to fashion week can you please leave me alone?” You said getting heated which is what they wanted. They saw your face getting red and knew they were wearing you down. You never had to deal with paparazzi directly. Jack was always with you and had a way of seeing a camera or phone a mile away and staring them down. With a new baby the only place you tended to go was around Jack’s family and friends. His circle was pretty tight knit and in that scary moment you realized just how sheltered you had become.
“For fuck sakes Jack pick up!!” You panicked inside your mind. You tried dialling him again finally he answered.
“So how much did you spend?” He teased as soon as he answered. You loved when you could hear him smiling through the phone.
“Jack.” You whispered “Paps are here and they are…hey! Don’t touch my baby!!” You shooed away one of them who made a move to move baby Ella’s blanket to the side to see her face. He snapped a picture of you looking angry on purpose.
“Y/N!! I’m coming!” Jack said and raced across the mall with his security. The cashier heard the commotion and pressed the button under her cash register to signal help from mall security.
“Just give us a picture and we’ll leave ok? Give us a pretty smile with baby Ella.” One of the camera men said.
“I don’t want to! Leave us alone!” You said trying to get around them blocking you. The puppy was doing its best to be intimidating as it started barking uncontrollably. They didn’t see Jack enter the store right behind them.
Everyone that was shopping left as they were afraid of the scene, and the cashier just stood there. Nobody helped you and mall security was slow in coming. If not for Jack and his bodyguard you don’t know what would’ve happened to you and little Ella.
“You touched my daughter??!! You fucking crazy?” Jack raged and lunged at one of the photographers. His bodyguard went to hold him back but it was too late. Jack already had the guy on the ground, elbowed him in the ribs, and took his camera.
“I’m going to sue you Harlow!” The photographer yelled. Jack tossed the camera to his bodyguard who was 6”7 and over 300lbs.
“Fucking sue me bitch!” Jack said easily keeping him pinned down as he was much bigger. During the scuffle on the ground the bodyguard had successfully detained the other photographer and took his phone. He had snapped pictures of Jack rolling on the ground with his partner in crime and got pictures of you and baby Ella.
“You got pics of my kid in your fucking phone?” Jack said angrily turning to the other photographer as the bodyguard was waving the phone well above the photographer’s head who was much shorter and smaller than him. The photographer nervously nodded yes.
Mall security finally showed up. “Call the police now.” Jack ordered as he finally got off the paparazzi he had on the ground. They grabbed hold of the guy and called the police immediately. “You boys always take this long to respond to a mother and her baby?” Jack furiously questioned them.
“Sorry Mr. Jack um sir, we didn’t know it was this serious.” One of them said shakily
You were frozen hanging on so tight to the handle of Ella’s stroller your fingers were numb. You buried your face in the puppy’s soft curly fur as you hung onto its little body for dear life. It had stopped barking and wagged its tail happily as Jack snapped out of his blackout rage and came towards you. He was a sweaty mess and out of breath wrapping his arms around you and took hold of Ella’s stroller.
“Baby…are you ok?” He asked swallowing you in a huge hug. He kissed the top of your head, and touched noses with the puppy.
“I…I feel sick.” You said in a bit of a daze. You weren’t even completely sure you were speaking.
“I will never forgive myself.” Jack said holding you close with one hand firmly on the stroller. Baby Ella started fussing. All that was happening that she could hear but not really see had her holding her little breath in fear. Finally she let out a loud little scream and started bawling. Jack rushed to pick her up. He had you, Ella, and the puppy in a warm huddle.
The police got the paparazzi’s camera and phone. After a quick statement from you and Jack they handcuffed them and put them in the back of a squad car. 2 other cop cars had showed up securing the outside with their guns drawn.
Jack’s security quickly ushered you all into your SUV. Once you secured Ella in her seat, you sank down into your seat and crumbled into a pile of tears which annoyed you because you were supposed to be stronger than this. Your husband was famous and you thought you knew how to handle it and protect your daughter. “I didn’t protect her…he touched her blanket. He got so close.” You said in between sobbing.
“Babe please nothing is your fault. It’s all mine.” Jack was sitting beside you holding your hand. “I never should’ve left you alone.” He rubbed your back as he looked over at Ella who was smiling at the security guard who was holding the puppy. He was playing peek a boo with Ella to calm her down. “I would do anything to protect you both.” Jack said warmly and you rested your weary head on his shoulder.
Jack’s phone started buzzing like crazy in his pocket. It was Neelam, then Urban, then Clay, all his friends, then his parents. When Jack was on the ground, the other photographer managed to quickly post some footage and it was all over Instagram.
“Bro!! You need me to break someone’s neck?” Said Urban
“Honey! Is Ella and Y/N ok?” Jack’s mom asked
“Son, is my granddaughter ok?” Jack’s dad said
“I have your lawyer on the line Jack.” Neelam said
“GUYS!! Stop!” Jack yelled to his group of guys who did a group call. “Leave us alone for a bit please. We know you’re all concerned but Y/N and Ella are shaken up and they need me to focus on them right now.” He gave a similar explanation to each caller.
“What about you blue eyes?” You asked your husband when he was finally able to get off the phone. “Are you ok babe?”
“Are you kidding me right now?” Jack said looking at you in wonder. “Me? I’m fine. I want to smash those assholes heads in but don’t pay me any mind. I let you down. I let Ella down. They almost touched my baby.” Jack’s voice was shaking. When you pulled into the underground garage to your home, his other manager Chris was waiting with his lawyer.
“Jack. You ok?” Chris asked as he hugged him relieved to see his family was safe.
“Do we have to do this now?” Jack asked wearily crashing from the adrenaline of his anger.
“We do but I won’t take much of your time.” His lawyer explained. You all went upstairs to your suite and Jack’s lawyer had a conversation with both of you to hear exactly what happened. “I will issue a statement to the media right away and don’t talk to anyone about this. I’ll handle it from here.” The lawyer said and saw himself out with Jack’s manager giving baby Ella a kiss on the cheek and you a warm hug before leaving.
Suddenly it seemed so quiet. Ella had a bottle and was exhausted from all the commotion. Jack turned on the news to see if anything had hit yet and sure enough it was the breaking story with his picture plastered on the screen. He turned the TV off and put his phone on silent as calls continued to come in from other friends who didn’t know him and his family were fine. Neelam, Chris, even Drama were busy fielding media requests.
You put Ella to sleep while Jack drew both of you a nice bath lighting candles and playing soft jazz to make it extra relaxing for you.
He got behind you in the steaming tub and massaged your shoulders. You moaned in pain but it felt so good. You were sure you had a hundred missed calls from your family and friends but you tried to just relax with your husband. “Jack if you didn’t come….” You started to thank him.
“Y/N I should’ve been there period.” Jack said sternly “Fucking period. Ok?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it right now, but I called your doctor to come and check you out so he’s coming by later.” You offered kindly. You could tell Jack was still very upset. You were calmed down now especially being in his arms and the lawyer reassured you Jack would not be in any kind of trouble. “It’s just…you protect us so much I…I never had to deal with that before. Thank you for all that you do for us”. You caressed his arms around you feeling so safe.
“Boy did I ever make the right choice in a woman.” Jack said as he wrapped his legs around you.
“You know you did!” You said sassily
“…and humble too!” He said with a little laugh “I almost went to jail today you know. I wanted to do a lot more to those guys.”
“I know. It was kinda hot. I never seen you so mad.” You said
“Oh yeah? That turned you on??” He giggled “What else turns you on Mrs. Harlow?” He took the sponge and squeezed steamy water down your chest.
“Men with bad tempers and dimples who hate tomatoes and chocolate chip cookies.” You teased as you backed your behind into him.
“Again with the fucking cookies, why you always on that?” He said quizzically as he started to get aroused.
“Because I never met anyone that didn’t like chocolate chip cookies. It’s weird.” You said matter of factly
“You know what’s weird, I’ll tell you what.” Jack said as a deeper southern accent snuck out of him and you loved when that happened “I caught Ella making noises to one of my songs yesterday and sucking on her toes. Can I suck your toes?” He made a motion to go for your toes but is so big water splashed onto the bathroom floor.
“You’re cleaning that up!!” You howled. You pretended you wanted him to stop. Jack was so happy to see you relax and laugh. You were the strongest person he ever met, always holding him down through all the bullshit in his life, and to see how frightened you were earlier made him realize you are human too at the end of the day.
“Why don’t we dry off and take this to the bedroom?” He said in your ear.
“Yeah? You gonna wrestle me like you did that photographer?” You breathed
“You get off on the weirdest shit.” He said rubbing noses with you. “You gonna have me looking for photographers to punch in the face! Let’s go make Ella a sister.”
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olderbrother!skz headcanons :3
gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s! maknae line
i want an older brother… anyways
bang chan
oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u
like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you
but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)
age gap is like three years or smth so
his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one
movie nights every weekend frfr
or atleast movie nights on call
and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready
best best advice, like, ever
sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth
so wise
you painted a mug for him once
no one is allowed to touch it
it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm
sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone
and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you
’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’
gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’
makes you learn languages with him
when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first
bc he knows you like listening to tagalog
he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick
lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop
you got to make one that one time at home too
you send little messages to him thru out the day
and scold him when he’s up working
you know bc he gave you his location
you bought his bubble and constantly tease him
when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium
he picks you up and spins you when yall hug
its the funnest thing ever
will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips
lee know
okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you
your age gap b like, one or two years
he annoys you about anything
crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas
stuff like that
in turn you bug him about the members
’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’
he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up
but his hugs are so nice and warm
he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back
eventually he starts tickling you
but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you
one of your middle school friends had a crush on him
they were flabbergasted when you walked home together
buys you things that remind you of him
and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed
his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him
makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho
although once you got a note that said
’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung
once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi
your coworkers were like
’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’
you cried laughing hearing that and so did min
teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen
and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had
obviously you both r cat ppl
so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time
insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time
sends random ass pics on tour all the time
changbin
he absolutely cherishes you
like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time
youre two-three years apart from each other
he loves loves giving you piggy back rides
also loves squeezing the life out of you
youre the one he goes to when he buys something
and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice
once you took him to an amusement park
your camera roll was full of blackmail
tens of millions of inside jokes
one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing
bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair
your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign
and got bin a signed teddybear
he cried when you gave it
he constantly tells you to be safe
when your going somewhere
’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’
when you need a little pick me up
he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop
your emergency contact
one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious
’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’
almost started a whole ass fight
its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate
constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’
will run to get you what you need
if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know
just sprints to the nearest cvs
even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked
’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’
your on his close friends list on instagram
most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story
hyunjin
his day one frfr
like your only a year apart so your tight asf
his hugs will be gentle but so warm
bear hugs>>>>
his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort
he also digs his face into your shoulder
he paints many things for you
like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them
shines when you compliment him
teaches you choreos and lets you make up some
dyes your hair often too
spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg
those are the days where you can just. let go
tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp
spontaneous karoake nights
he gets worried when you drink tho
’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’
when he’s tired or down tho
one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations
face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk
when he goes home you take walks together and catch up
also you just. really like smelling his room
it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used
gifts you things from versace
his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey
picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together
you stream his music 24/7
he writes sad sad songs abt missing you
worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭
working on the maknae line!
#skz#skz headcanons#stray kids#bang chan#lee know#lee minho#changbin#seo changbin#hyunjin#hwang hyunjin
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won me over in spite of me
summary: after having met at the 2020 rock n' roll hall of fame induction ceremony, eddie munson will not leave you be. keeps going on about this guy who'd be perfect for you, but you're not interested in another set-up.
a/n: long live rockstar!eddie and his meddling ways!
🎶 you are the bearer of unconditional things, you held you breath and the door for me, thanks for your patience 🎶
“I’m so sorry,” you say, badly covering yet another yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired today.”
A lie. Of course you knew, how could you not?
“Something keep you awake?” he asks, voice soft against the crashing tide.
You’re walking side by side in the fading light, the salty breeze tickling your nose. He’s holding your boots in one hand, insisting that they’re too nice for you to resign them to the sand, your socks tucked into his back pocket.
An amber glow cuts across his face, making him even more handsome, impossibly enough. You bite your lip, looking quickly away when his eyes meet yours— mossy green and flecked with gold.
“The jet lag, probably.” You huff and laugh, turning to watch the sunset.
He hums in thought, “We could’ve rescheduled.”
“What? like we haven’t done that several times over already?”
His bark of laughter is loud and brings a smile to your face. Steve Harrington, the talented and in-demand actor, laughing at your motor mouth. Who would have thought?
Well, Eddie Munson, for one.
“Eds,” you growl picking up your phone, “It’s 4 in the fucking morning.”
“… shit, sorry.”
You roll over onto your stomach, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder.
“Well, what is it? What couldn’t you possibly wait to badger me about?”
He sighs down the line, you can almost hear him rolling his eyes. “Remember how you were drunkenly lamenting the lack of decent men in the dating scene?”
“I told you that in confidence, Edward.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, “And apps are the worst, even if they claim to have a screening process like Raya— that’s not your scene.”
“Can I go back to sleep now?”
“Will you just lemme,” he lets out an exasperated huff. “I am trying to you a solid girly.”
A brief consideration.
“You know how I feel about set-ups.”
“Okay, but it’s me? I’m not gonna set you up with some creep who has like, a collection of Furbies or some shit.”
“Long Furbies or normal Furbies?”
“Was any Furby truly normal? More like demon spawn— but that’s beside the point.”
You sigh, smooshing your face into the pillow and mumble out something unintelligible.
“C’mon sugar, use your big girl words.”
God, you could kill him.
“I said,” you enunciate pointedly, “I’ll consider it.”
“Hell yeah!” he crows directly into your ear. “Only a year of bugging you and you finally see reason.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, Munson.”
He ends the call by promising to send you the details. so, after your set in Munich you read through a few emails— put out a few fires your publicist expressed concern about, and check your texts.
eds: steve harrington
you: i’m sorry who?
eds: … are you fucking with me?
you: no??
eds: omg 😆 he’s gonna love that
you: the guy you’re trying to set me up with gets off on people not knowing who he is? not really selling it to me here, munson.
eds: no, that’s not— i’ll send you a pic
you: if there is a whisper of dick, i am throwing my phone into the isar river
eds: [IMG]
“Really?” you greet once he picks up, “That’s the pic? How is that supposed to be helpful?”
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Shut up, nerd. I know you don’t sleep. Just answer the question.”
“Ah, you caught me,” he laughs softly. “It’s his contact photo in my phone— whaddaya want from me? You said you didn’t want a dick pic.”
You take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Eds, why would you have seen this guy’s dick, much less have a photo of it?”
“Truthfully, it was an accident, both times.” You can hear him shuffling across the line. “But there is nothing wrong with dudes checking out each other’s rigs.”
“I—" your mouth is gaping open like a fish. “I need to drink myself to oblivion to forget this conversation.”
“I mean, it’s noice, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says unhelpfully.
“GOODBYE Edward!”
Thankfully, he calls not long after the disastrous text exchange. You were doing fuck-all lounging around the house since finishing your festival circuit. Technically, this was supposed to be a writing day, but the muse had not been kind to you lately. Studio time was booked for a few weeks out, and you were struggling to come up with the motivation to finish the last few songs for the album.
The buzz of the phone provided a needed excuse to pack it in for the day. Shutting your journal and tossing a pen onto the coffee table, you answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Uh, yeah. Hi." He cleared his throat briefly, "M'glad you picked up, considering how much of an idiot I was. Sorry, by the way."
Steve's voice is low and raspy, but warm and inviting. You lean back on the leather sofa, sinking back into the cushions suddenly not so nervous.
"Well, I'm a nice person, second chances and all that."
He laughs at that. "Very gracious of you."
"Though," you say, "You never did confirm that this is, in fact, Steve Harrington that I am speaking with."
"No?"
"Nope," you pop the 'p' for emphasis. "So, I'm gonna have to ask for some sort of proof because Eddie was less than helpful."
He scoffs, "Typical Munson."
A moment later your phone pings with a notification: s.h. sent an image. Opening it up, you compare it to the images that pop up when you Google his name, and, sure enough, that's him.
"Better?" he asks, after giving you a moment.
"I suppose it'll do. Not like I'm about to suggest facetime," you sigh, running a hand through your unkempt hair. "Especially when I'm rocking writer's retreat chic."
"Mmm," he hums, "Sounds comfy. I'm jealous."
"Yeah?" you laugh, "They not let you roll up in sweats and bleach-stained shirts for your shoot today?"
His laughter greets you, "Y'know, oddly they don't?"
The conversation flows easily from there. He tells you what he can about his current project and you regale him with tales from life on the road, including special appearances by one Eddie Munson. Steve is easy to talk to— effusive and funny, which you hadn’t expected.
You hate to admit it, but Eddie may have been onto something.
“And then he—" Steve stops short, mid-story about a prank gone awry onset of his last project, muttering an apology and you can hear him open the door.
"Mr. Harrington, they're ready for you on set."
Trying to ignore the sour pull of your gut, you heave yourself off of the couch determined to do at least one productive thing today. He had to get back to set, you needed to get something done today, and the conversation was coming to a close.
The door closes with a soft click, quickly followed by Steve's sigh. "So, I gotta get back to work."
"Yeah," you clear your throat. "I guess I should too."
"I, uh, I'm really glad we got to talk." His voice was softer now, "C-could I call you later?"
"Oh, sure." You swallow the nerves creeping up your throat and ignore the kick of your heart in your chest. "I'd like that."
"Yeah?"
You screw your eyes shut, feeling yourself growing hot. "Don't get a big head about it, Harrington."
He laughs, breath blowing in huffs down the line. "Might be too late for that honey."
Numerous phone and FaceTime calls, messages, and several reschedulings later, you were going on a date with Steve. A first date at that, and you couldn't recall the last time you'd been on one of those. His assistant and best friend, Robin had called to confirm with you and promised to drop a pin of the place in Malibu where you'd meet him.
You were lucky enough to fly relatively under the radar most of the time, but since releasing and touring with your sophomore album, it was becoming more difficult to pull off. Not that you didn't like being nominated and winning awards or receiving feedback from your peers— you did, it was just a cosmic catch-22.
Steve completely understood when you'd mentioned not wanting anything especially public for the date. Just said he'd take care of it and for you not to worry about a thing.
But here you were, doing just that staring at your closet trying to find something to wear. In a panic, you'd called Eddie who was currently rifling through your dresser and tossing things behind him. The only thing you'd been able to agree on were the denim shorts, laid out on the bed awaiting the rest of your outfit.
"Aha!" He tossed a red top onto the bed, turning back to face you. "Those," he gestured to the shirt and shorts, "With your boots— the Docs or Blood—"
“Blundstone.”
"Right," he nods, "S'what I said."
You appraise the articles of clothing warily. "Okay."
"Now the lingerie situation is where it gets interesting."
You scoff, "Absolutely not." And begin herding him toward the door, "Consider your services done for the evening."
Shutting the door to change, you hear Eddie talking indistinctly in the hallway. Tieing the hem of the shirt into a knot, you let Eddie back in to assess.
With a nod of approval, he ends the call. "What's up, hot stuff? Harrington's not gonna know what hit him!"
You smile and walk to the mirror in the bathroom to see what can be done about your hair and makeup.
"Speaking of which," Eddie trails after you. "That was him on the phone. Fashion emergency, would you believe?"
"Uh huh," you roll your eyes. "Okay, Miranda Priestly."
"Anyway, I gotta run." He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and a smile. "You're gonna knock 'em dead!"
And he's off.
"Hey," Eddie shouts from the first-floor entryway. "Keep your hair down and do a red lip with that, sugar!"
Steve meets you at the beach. He’s dressed down in jeans and t-shirt and a red bomber jacket— you try to hide the smirk creeping its way across your face; Eddie purposefully curating your respective sartorial choices to match. What a little scamp. You park the car, a vintage cream Mercedes convertible and give yourself a final look in the mirror— hair voluminous and wind whipped (shout-out to leave in stylers), red lip matching your top to a tee.
Well, here goes nothing.
“Hi,” he greets you, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. Steve opens the door for you, allowing you to step out and put your sunglasses on.
The door shuts with a soft click.
“Hi,” you reply with a small smile, willing the nerves bubbling in your chest to stay at bay. You nod to the bundle of flowers, “Those for me?”
“Oh, right.” As if he’s just remembered them. “Yeah, your assistant said these were your favorite so.” He extends the hand holding the bouquet toward you, almost hesitantly.
“They are,” you say, fingers brushing against his as you accept the flowers, paper and cellophane crinkling in your grasp. Bringing them to your nose, you breathe in the fresh fragrance of the flowers. “You did good Harrington, thank you.”
He ducks his head and smiles, one hand coming up to run through his hair. “Uh, you're welcome. I’m glad you like them.” He jerks his head toward the beach, “We’re set-up a bit further down. You don’t mind a walk, do you?” You can feel his eyes on you, even as you look away to the shoreline.
A shake of your head, skin warming from the sun overhead and excitement at the possibility of this new thing between you and Steve. What might it be like? To put yourself through it all again, with someone new?
“No,” you answer, jarring yourself from any further lines of inquiry. “I don’t mind at all. Lead the way!”
He slows his pace to walk beside you, sunglasses hiding his gaze. You hold the flowers in your left hand, leaving your right— the one closest to Steve, free. He walks on the right, keeping the damp sand of the shore from you. It reminds you of something your grandmother said way back when you had started entertaining thoughts about dating for the first time: A gentleman always walks on the outside of their date, it’s a sign of chivalry and respect.
Your hands brush a couple of times, pinkies grazing one another. Steve is quiet, more so than you’d been accustomed to— he’s a regular chatterbox on the phone and a texting fiend, more often than not. Maybe he’s nervous? He certainly wouldn’t be the only one. Hands bumping against each other once more, you take it upon yourself make the first move.
“If you wanted to hold my hand so badly,” you laugh, twining your fingers together, “You could’ve just asked Steve.”
He looks at you, pink flush on his cheeks and a beatific smile. “Sorry,” he says with a squeeze of your hand, “Guess I’m a little rusty. And nervous,” he admits shyly. “You’re just so—“
“Intimidating? I get that a lot.”
Steve stops short, looking at you once more. “No— I mean, maybe to some but,” he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair. “You’re … beautiful.”
It’s an interesting phrase and you notice that it’s not the usual you look beautiful. But instead he’s said it as a declaration of fact— you are beautiful. Not in the way that relies on your looks or the clothes you’re wearing. And it’s nice— it’s sincere because that’s just how Steve Harrington is, as you’ve come to quickly learn.
“Sorry, was that—“
“Don’t apologize,” you say, when you’ve found your voice again. “I— thank you.” You duck your chin to hide your stupid grin. “You’re beautiful too, Steve.”
The walk resumes, both of you more at ease now. The conversation flows easily between you— work, friends, schedules— and you allow yourself to relax. First-date jitters subsided with the cadence of his voice and the warmth of his hand engulfing yours.
Maybe, just maybe this could become something real.
And, if so, Eddie Munson would never let you hear the end of it.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fan fiction#steve harrington x you#stranger things fanfiction#modern!actor!steve#Spotify
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This is Remu, our sweet pup who was put to sleep today, 8th of April 2024... The procedure went smoothly, he almost got to the age of full 11 years. This summer it would have been his 11th birthday.
In memory of him, let me tell you about how our little rascal was like. This is going to be a long post so buckle up. I'll put more pics in at the end.
He was a rescue dog, he came to me and my mom through my oldest big brother around year 2018. He was around 5 years old back then and he was born during summer, what I heard from my brother is that the pup was super skinny when he first got Remu.
Remu was an absolute lap dog, he loved being on our laps and in our holds. Loved sleeping next to us. ((He was like little heater! Very warm hahahh)) Sometimes when we would do stuff around the house he had to be with us on the thing!
For example if I was sitting on the floor and moving plants to new pots or I was cleaning my pet bugs little habitats, it was guaranteed he would be on my lap. And he would always be listening what we're doing.
Oh he was one stubborn and clever fella, there is a reason why I call him a rascal! Of course in the most loving way possible. He was like a big dog in small dog's body. His barks were LOUD.
He wasn't that trusting at first and god forbid if you touched his paws and tried to bath him, or even reached out to him in certain way! Face was off limits. So it was heartwarming how over time he came to trust me. So much so I could do almost anything with him, it got to the point where he let me even rub my finger between his eyes and wipe his cute little snoot if there was something.
Oh any visitor would still get bunch of barks and growls! Never biting tho, but he would let you know that hey, this is his turf! His home! Would even start barking even if he heard my younger old brother through phone. (He still got onto brother's lap and all, pfft) It was kind of silly to see how little mohawk would rise on his back.
Like a true summer dog, he loved basking under the warm & hot sun. I think his belly even got tanned because of this. (Oh Remu, you silly.)
And goodness did he love to run when able to during our walks.
Gosh, let me tell you, whenever he would greet another dog his ears got so high up it looked like he had bunny ears! Adorable.
And his adorable little hop running when inside... It's a shame I never got it on video, but it was silly fun and cute thing he did.
Oh he would do this thing though where he would whine and paw at bed/floor as if he wouldn't be able to get off our beds! (mattresses on the floor btw.) He was fully capable of getting off and all, he just decided to turn dramatic if we were observing him.
Another dramatic thing he did was flip over a bowl when asking for food. Even start rolling up the blanket on his own bed and oh, so vocal. He was a vocal pup.
He never seemed that interested in toys, only playing with them when we prompted him and played with him with them. Eventually his favorite type of play would turn out to be chasing hand under the blanket and and also digging at our blankets while I scratch his head.
Hahh, he sometimes would playfully try to get at our feet, mostly during feeding time. Such a silly pupper.
All in all, he was a lovable silly rascal and one heck of a cuddly dog.
I'll forever miss him, and I am happy he was in our lives, even if I was hesitant to take him in at first. I am so thankful I was able to be there with him and for him on his last moments, when I wasn't able to for our previous pet so many years ago.
Now... May you run a lot, buddy. Run lots and lots… To your heart's content. Get all the treats you so love, till your belly is full.
I love you,
Remu.
#Remu#pet death#long post#in memory of pet#this is not all the pictures I have of him and I plan on putting up the couple videos I do have of him#but that is later#god I'm still crying here and there#been crying a lot today and I still am#it comes in waves#but at the same time I feel odd sense of calm#maybe it's because I had time to prepare for this#and that I was able to be there for him in the end#and the thought of knowing he isn't suffering and knowing I will always miss him#it... gives me comfort#I know I'll be okay#even while it wrenches my heart and mind now#I'll be okay... I'll look back on his memories with joy#and I'll happily tell about him and how he was like#I'll miss you buddy#now run! run my little bud#run as much as your little legs let you soar across everything#may we meet again some other time some other place#I love you#soak in those warm sunshines for me okay?#my sweet darling little Remu#goodbye for now you silly little rascal you#sleep
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New kitten Nicatine (always cat pun names) has been given a scrunchy for a collar. We thought he'd hate it but he actually seems to be attached and cried when we took it off 🥺
Nik was found injured with two siblings at about 3 weeks old by a friend of my neighbor's. My neighbor took them in despite a severe cat phobia, because she has a big heart (and isn't scared of kittens so much as grown cats). After running into me outside one day and finding out we are registered kitten fosterers for the county, my neighbor came to me for advice and I helped her out with the kittens. Sadly, by that point the three of them had come down with a mysterious illness, suspected to be parasite-related. Despite our best efforts, by 7 weeks of age, he was the only survivor of his litter.
She became deeply attached to little Nik, even more so because she couldn't save his sister and brother, but knew she couldn't take care of him. He'd grow up, and she would struggle with her phobia despite her love for him. And besides, she struggles with mental and physical health issues as is, and is going through some challenging life stuff right now on top of it all.
She's been having a difficult time finding an adopter for him - and is very worried about ensuring whoever adopts him will take proper care of him and shower him in love and spoil him. At the same time, our roommate has moved our since we got married, and took his two cats with him, leaving us with "only" three cats and two dogs. So we had been discussing possibly adopting another cat. And it would be so great for her to have this bundle of joy she loves so much be directly across the street where she can visit or even borrow him any time she likes....
So we did! And he's adjusted so incredibly well. Everybody loves Nik and Nik loves everybody (though I'm missing a pic of him and Cleo, our calico). He is super sweet and snuggly, and loves to play-fight with both the dogs and the cats. He did have scabies when we got him, but we fortunately already had medication for it (one of the upsides of having so many animals - we have a home vet pharmacy at this point). So we treated it immediately and it hasn't spread despite our being far too soft to keep him quarantined (well, it wasn't just our softness - we also didn't want him to miss out on crucial weeks of learning, development, and socialization).
He's just the best. I have to admit, while we have a male dog we adopted in early 2018, I always said I'd only adopt female cats. I've just always had the sweetest, best female cats, and the male cats I've known have generally been unfriendly, if not outright aggressive. But the circumstances were just too perfect. The only complaints I have so far are that, 1, despite being litter box trained, he's been shitting under our bed because he's so attached he doesn't want to leave our room. So of course I did what anyone would do and bought a litter box for the bedroom. And 2, he's definitely got some attachment issues and screams endlessly if I kick him out of the bedroom so we can sleep. Fortunately, this is easily solved by making sure I don't just kick him out, but take him all the way out to the rec room where the other cats are so he's not lonely.
Also... he's definitely an ass man 🤣
And my last little gem for you all is this: I have turned my poor Nik into yet another iPad baby. If you have cats, especially young kittens, and haven't heard of the app Cat Alone... girl have I got a TREAT for you! Just look at him. This is a tame video, but he usually goes nuts hopping all over my phone chasing the beetles. They make fun noises when he gets 'em.
And it's not just beetles - you can pick from other bugs, a finger, or a green laser pointer-style dot of light. I usually let him pick now, and he actually knows which ones he likes and clicks them! And to top it off, he's started asking for my phone when he wants to play by jumping on it and biting at it, then sitting up and staring at me until I get the message.
I'm sure I'll be reblogging this and posting a ton more Nik content (tagged Nik & in my catposting, petposting, and mine tags). Let me know if you have any specific requests for content of him or any of our other 3 cats and 2 dogs! I love sharing the immense love and comfort we get from our zoo with the rest of the world.
And lastly, since he knows how to use the phone, if you comment or reblog and say hi or welcome home to Nik, I'll let him type out a personalized reply for you 😋
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Hyacinth Manor, Ginasia (8:30pm)
Mary (on the phone): I think you did good so far, Lina. Don’t worry.
Catalina: Not good enough mama. Didn’t you hear what the people said in the interviews? They still bring up about what papa’s dad did.
Mary: Why do you have to focus on the bad comments? Don’t do this to yourself, dear.
Catalina: I can’t help it, mama. It’s all they’ve been saying since the first time me and Alfie got together. It wasn’t as loud when we were “dating” but it’s become worse since we got officially engaged.
Mary: People will talk. That’s what they do. We can’t turn back time and change the past. The only thing we can do now is to be better and show them we’re not what they think we are.
Catalina: Alfie said the same thing as you.
Mary: And he’s right. He knows his people better. And his people will be yours too soon. You think they’ll stop talking once you marry him?
Catalina:...
Mary: *sighs* I’m not trying to scare you, Lina. I’m trying to show you the reality you’ll be living in. You’ve been doing great so far with adapting to your life here and you have a lot of people around you who support you. Don’t give up now.
Catalina: I guess...
Mary: I need to go. Inej is calling me. You take care, alright? Send my regards to Alfie too.
Catalina: Mhm. Tell everyone there I said ‘hi’.
Mary: I will. Goodnight, dear.
Catalina: *sighs*
*door opens and closes*
Alfie: Hey, you’re here. I was looking for you.
Catalina: Sorry, I had to take a call.
Alfie: Is everything alright?
Catalina: Yeah. I’m fine. Mama called just now.
Alfie: Oh? Did she say anything about the gift we got at their place the other day?
Catalina: Not really. She said that the gift was clean. Someone probably sent us the gift and forgot to write their full name to it.
Alfie: Huh, what a waste of a good cake then. It looked delicious.
Catalina: Yeah...
Alfie:...
Alfie: Get changed. We’re going out.
Catalina: Huh? Where are we going?
Alfie: It’s a secret. I’ll wait for you in the car.
Catalina: Alfie, we’re going deep into the woods.
Alfie: Mhm.
Catalina: *jokingly* Are you going to kill me?
Alfie: *laughs* You’re funny, Lina. Of course not.
Catalina: Then? Where are you taking me? You’re looking real suspicious now, Alfie.
Alfie: I’m taking you to a place dad used to bring me, Dira, and Hugo to when we visit Ginasia.
Catalina: Oh? In the woods? Is your dad in a cult?
Alfie: Pfft, please. Does he look like he’s in a cult?
Catalina: Well, if I’ve never met him and never heard of his family history, I probably would’ve thought of that.
Alfie: Because of his red eyes?
Catalina: Because of his red eyes.
Alfie: *laughs* You’re so cute. Come on. We’re here.
*door opens and closes*
Catalina: A lake?
Alfie: Yes. I spent my childhood summers here with my family. My dad always brought us for a swim here whenever we visit Ginasia. He told us stories about this lake being blessed by a spirit centuries ago.
Catalina: And you believed him?
Alfie: I was a very gullible child, Lina. Don’t judge me.
Catalina: It looked so clean. Are you sure this isn’t a pool?
Alfie: Like I said, the lake is blessed. Maybe a spirit is still guarding this lake.
Catalina: Don’t tell me you still believe that story.
Alfie: *shrugs* My ancestors are spellcasters, Lina. Believing in stuff like this isn’t too far-fetched.
Catalina: *scoffs* Touché.
Catalina: What are you doing?
Alfie: I’m going to take a dip. Come on, join me.
Catalina: What? No! What if there’s bugs in there?
Alfie: I can promise you there’s no bugs in there. It’s practically a pool.
Catalina: But I didn’t bring my swimming suit!
Alfie: I mean...you don’t have to use a swimming suit if you don’t have it. I didn’t bring mine too.
Catalina: *gasps* Pervert!
Alfie: Ow! I didn’t say you have to go in commando! You can just use what you have now. Don’t you wear anything inside that shirt?
Catalina: *grits teeth* You...you...
Alfie: Huh, you have a dirty mind, Miss Beauchamp. Who would’ve thought?
Catalina: Urgh, shut up. You baited me didn’t you?
Alfie: I don’t know, did I?
Alfie: Come on, you can ride on me in the water.
Catalina: Stop with the innuendos, you’re making me embarrassed.
Alfie: *laughs* That wasn’t my intention. I really want you to hold on to my back when we get in there. The water is quite deep.
Catalina: *groans* Fine. But if I see one bug in the water, I’m gonna drown you.
Alfie: If I drown, you drown.
Catalina: No I won’t. I’m going to use your dead body as a makeshift float.
Alfie: *scoffs* Cruel, but I’ll allow that.
Catalina: You know, I was just wondering.
Alfie: Hm?
Catalina: After listening to your family’s history, it got me thinking about something.
Alfie: About what?
Catalina: About when we have kids. Do you think they’ll have the traits from your dad’s family? The red eyes and black hair? I’ve read that usually sons would have and pass down those traits.
Alfie: I’m not really sure about that. I didn’t inherit the red eyes. Hugo didn’t too.
Catalina: Maybe it’s a recessive trait?
Alfie: Probably.
Catalina: Hmm...
Alfie: But if you’re curious...maybe we can make a baby now and see how they might look like in nine months?
Catalina: Why do you have to go and say weird shit, Alfie?
Alfie: *laughs* I’m joking!
Catalina: *chuckles* You’re such a weirdo.
Alfie: But you love this weirdo. Don’t deny that.
Catalina: *chuckles* I don’t know...do I?
Alfie: If you’re having doubts, maybe I can help “refresh” that feeling for you.
Catalina: Wha— *gasps* Alfie!
Catalina: Come here you!
Alfie: *laughs* You can’t catch me~
#sims story#sims storytelling#ts4 story#sims 4 story#ts4 storytelling#sims 4 storytelling#ts4 royal#ts4 legacy#ts4#ts4 edit#ts4 roleplay#ts4 screenshots#ts4 simblr#WRTStory#WRTCollab#WRT: Part 3#Story Arc: One Step Closer#WRTCollab: Alfina#Sim: Alfie#Sim: Catalina#Alfie really testing her patience here asfdha#him and his shit eating grin. If i were Lina I would've decked his face 👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽#Also big thank you to my best collab partner miss wheat knee tee for borrowing me her lake lot 🥰#I can't build for shit so she's a lifesaver 😭😭😭
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wanna hear some more positives about twitchcon? lemme tell you about freddie and billzo
so originally, my group saw them over by the partners lounge taking pictures with people and we didnt wanna bother them because a crowd was forming. later on (like, half an hour later or so) they moved to outside the glitch theater and were still taking pics and talking to people but again, we didnt wanna bug them since they'd been going at it for a while. so my friends and i just went and sat down to charge our phones. literally another hour to an hour and a half later we walked by again and they were STILL there.
eventually we went up to them and asked how they were doing since they'd been going so long, and the two of them were still so energetic and nice to us. bill said something along the lines of, "well you guys came all the way out here to see us streamers, it's the least we can do." keep in mind, this meet and greet was unplanned and it had been going on for at least 3 hours at this point. we got a pic with the two of them and headed out, and when we circled back a little while later they were finally gone. all in all they were out there for somewhere between 3-4 hours. I have so much respect for both of them for being so generous with their time for their fans, and that had to be one of my fav cc interactions i had over the entire con
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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.34/41
Chapter 34: Sweetness and buttplugs and cockrings, oh my!
Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fingering Bondage, Sub/Dom play, anal play (m. receiving), fellatio, ice play, unprotected PiV(play safe y'all), cunnilingus, orgasm denial
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Series Summary:
You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.
SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.
Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.
Chapter 34: Sweetness and buttplugs and cockrings, oh my!
The next morning, Austin’s publicist texts him photos of you two eating take out on the hood of the Range Rover. Which is exactly what you did on the way home yesterday. The photos are grainy, but anyone who actually knows you could tell it is you. The headline says “Austin’s mystery girl?” There is a good one of you laughing and him smiling after having taken a bite, one with him holding your hand to help you up on the hood, and one with you shoving noodles in your face. They still are assuming you are French.
She is asking if Austin wants to go public with this. She had put out the ‘Austin is cheating’ fire months ago with a subtle break up announcement. Austin just texts back 'No, not yet'.
You hadn’t seen anyone with a camera when you were out. You only had eyes for Austin anyway.
Your cousin texts the pics to you, she marvels at how much you look like the French girl. You just shake your head, of course she doesn't believe it could actually be you. Which is good because she would spill the beans for sure.
You and Austin talk about fessing up to your family. You aren’t sure you are ready for that yet, nervous to change the status quo. He convinces you with the argument that it’s better to tell them before the press does, it’s only a matter of time.
Reluctantly, you call your parents and introduce them via video chat to Austin, your boyfriend. They have no idea who he is, so you have to sheepishly explain that he is a known actor. Your mom is over the moon about the fact that you are dating anyone at all. Your father does the gruff father thing, but you can tell he likes him. You explain the whole press situation to them and Austin gives them some pointers if anyone bugs them, although they shouldn’t since you aren’t going public with this yet. You tell them NOT to tell the rest of the family yet, especially Marissa. Your mom rolls her eyes at her niece's name. She knows how Marissa is.
After, you call his family and he introduces you to them. Your heart is pounding in your chest. They seem very kind and down to earth people. His sister grills you a little bit, but was impressed with what you do and warmed up to you by the end of the conversation.
You actually feel a little relieved and somehow more official as he turns off the phone. You lean back on the couch, puffing on a stray hair.
“That was a big step, Kitten,” he smiles at you, brushing the hair out of your face, “meeting the family.”
“Yeah, at least they are fore-warned,” you smile at him.
He is just looking at you, the barest hint of a smile on his face. His gaze is soft, you can practically see the thoughts running around his head. You want to ask him what he’s thinking, but you are mesmerized by him.
For long moments you can hardly breathe as he leans in slowly. His hand drifts up, brushing your neck on the way to cupping your cheek. Your inhale is softly jagged as goosebumps bloom over your neck and down your arm.
Just before his lips meet yours, a sigh carrying the words, ‘god, I love you’ wafts on his breath into your soul. Then his lips are on yours, barely parted, soft and full. The barest tip of your tongue peeks out to taste his lips before coming together with the softest click. He tries to pull back, but your hand flys to the back of his head as you lean forward, following him. You hold him to you, slowly moving lips, tongues darting out to tease. All your nervous energy from talking to family shifts into desire that flows over your heart on it’s way to pool in the center of you.
You realize just how deep into loving this man you actually are as your heart seems to expand to your fingertips.
For a brief second, fears of the future, of being apart, of losing him try to bubble up to the surface. But before they sabotage the moment, Austin moves to kneel between your legs. He peels your shirt up and over your head, naked breasts bouncing, free from restraints. Fears dissipate into wisps of nothing as his hands slide around your waist to the small of your back, pulling your hips to meet his. He pushes the kiss deeper, lips interlock, tongues entwine, breath flaring nostrils in its wake. A little moan surges from your vocal chords, caught by his mouth. After a moment, he pulls back, nose and forehead touching yours.
“I love your little sounds, Kitten.” he says quietly, rubbing his lips on yours, “they fire me up so fast.”
He stands up and offers you his hand. Fingers laced together, he leads you into the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt along the way with the other hand. Dropping his shirt at the doorway, he turns around and pulls you in, laced fingers behind your back. His kiss is searing. His other hand pulls at the waistband of your casual sweatpants. Your free hand helps him pull them down to puddle at your feet, you don’t have panties on. He gently guides you backwards to step out of them, pushing you against the naked wall by the door.
Still holding your hand, he presses it above your head, his thumb rubbing circles on your palm. His body is partially leaning on yours, his hard cock in his slacks pressed to your thigh, the heat of his bare chest warming yours.
The fingers on his other hand slide up your thigh, causing ripples of sensation to flutter to your core. They alight on your labia, rubbing in long light strokes back and forth, back and forth. His lips are on your neck, sucking, teeth nipping in the places he knows make you melt. You bite your lip, little sounds slipping from you. His long fingers slip into your wetness, dragging it upwards to your nub, skimming it in circles. Then again, and again. You are moaning outright into his ear as the coils in you wind tight. He lifts his head from your neck to watch you, the corners of his mouth turned up at your pleasure.
“MmmHmmm,” his deep tone rumbles in his chest. His fingers move faster, working your clit with just the right pressure. Then his mouth is on yours again, desperate and deep. Your hand not bound by his, winds tight in his hair locking his lips to yours as the coils are sprung from behind your clit. Your cries of pleasure are muffled in his mouth. As you are cumming, your legs shiver and shake threatening to melt out from under you.
Both of Austin’s arms wrap around you, holding you up. Then you are on your back on the bed, Austin’s pants are on the floor and he is naked, crawling on top of you. He settles himself gently between your legs, his weight on one hand as the other runs over your tits. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, your hands in his hair. His chest rumbles with sound as your hips rock up and down against him, begging for his cock. He sucks hard, moving up your body, pulling your breast with him until it pops out of his mouth.
Then he is in you, You both groan at how good the initial sheathing feels. He pauses, deep in you, his hands in your rumpled hair. You look up at him, feeling vulnerable, needy even. The assuredness of his sapphire gaze stops you short, holds you still, makes you feel - safe. Eyes locked, he starts to move in you like steady waves lapping the shore, in… out… in… out. Your breath matches his movements. You are in awe of how good he feels, not just inside of you, but his body pressed against yours, skin to skin. Your clit is swollen and sensitive, sending lashes of heat to your core every time he seats himself deep, deep, deep.
His breathing quickens as does his pace. Your legs wrap around him, your fingertips are digging into his back, pulling him closer, silently begging for more. You are riding close to a second climax now, soft panting breaths lilting from your open mouth.
His eyebrow lifts barely in inquiry. Your head moves in the smallest of nods, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure.
His lips crush against yours as his hips move in earnest. Your toes curl as each thrust drives you to the edge. His mouth lifts off yours, his head immerses in your neck. You clench hard around him as you cum, moaning his name. His sounds of pleasure resound in your ear. He moans out your name into your shoulder as he shudders into you. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you had forgotten that he knew your real name. You like it better when he calls you Kitten.
You both lie there, panting. He goes to roll off you, but you stop him. He stays on top of you and like a weighted blanket, he is comforting.
You spend the rest of the afternoon in bed, dozing, touching, kissing. He makes love to you sweet and slow twice more before you both retreat to the shower, and then to find something for dinner. That night as you climb into bed, he opens his arms invitingly. You snuggle down into him.
“I just can’t get enough of you, Kitten,” he says, one hand curled on your head, the other pressing into your low back. Your hand slithers down to his crotch. He moans as he presses his once again hard cock into your hand.
“Same,” you smile and hoist yourself on top of him.
………
A couple days later, Austin tells you he still isn’t allowed to go into his office.
By the afternoon, you can tell he is having intrusive Elvis thoughts. He keeps glancing towards his office door and everytime he gets up, you can see he is feeling into Elvis movements. Not that it bothers you, but he told you he needed a break.
You decide to intervene the best way you know how. You’ve been planning this.
You casually get up and go into the bedroom. You get out a few new toys, placing them strategically so Austin won’t see them. You gather your hair into a high ponytail and change into a matching set of simple black bra and panties. You put on long black gloves and a pair of black thigh high boots, both ordered online for this purpose.
You take a deep breath and click the leash off your inner demon. Time to come out and play!
You walk out, heels clicking slowly on the luxury vinyl.
Austin is sucked into his phone, you can see over his shoulder that it’s an Elvis interview.
You reach over and pluck it out of his hand.
“Hey!” he turns, following his phone. He stops abruptly, looking you up and down, “Oh…wow,” he falters.
“You said you needed a break,” you turn his phone off entirely, setting it on the table as you walk around the couch.
“Uh, yeah, I’m having trouble keeping my um… mind off…..,” he says distractedly, “you look… wow… boots.”
You cock your eyebrow, arms crossed.
“Well, I’m going to give you something else to think about,” you say as you straddle him on the couch.
“I’m not going to argue,” he says smiling, hands going to your hips.
“Is that a promise?” you say deviously. He is playing right into your hands.
“I promise I won’t argue with whatever you have in mind, Kitten,” he licks his gorgeous full lips.
If only he knew what was in store for him. You laugh deep in your chest, rocking your hips back and forth on his lap.
Gloved hands to his face, you draw him to you. Watching his face glaze over with desire as his gaze slides from your lips to your eyes and back. Leaning to him, you rub your lips against his in circles, your noses touching.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” you whisper against his lips,
You give him a simple peck on the lips then back away, locking his eyes with yours. You pull him to standing, licking your lips in thirst.
He is starting to tent in his Adidas sweatpants. You peel them down and he steps out of them. He pulls his own shirt off over his head. He is standing before you, hair messy and long, not a thing on him but a look of pure hunger. His dick is already standing at attention, just as you like it. Your gloved hand strokes him up and down, smooth black satin tantalizing him. He breathes out a sigh in an ‘oh’.
“So hard already for me, baby,” you croon to him.
“For you? Always,” he says in his deep sonorous voice.
You lean up to kiss him, lips and tongues meeting.
His hands drift to your bra strap, starting to pull it down.
“Uh ungh,” you pull your shoulder away shaking your head, “you get to follow my lead today. I’m in charge.”
“Oh, well then, I’m all yours,” he bows his head a little.
“That’s right. Mine, all mine,” your hand tightens on him and your eyes narrow as your lip slips into a crooked smile.
You lead him by the dick into the bedroom you share. You have him stand in the middle of the room. Your covered hands outline the edges of his quads, over his hips bones, dangerously close to his hard penis, and along the ripples of his rectus abdominis. He tenses each muscle as you get to it, quietly showing off every definition. His eyes are closed as satin roams over his nipples, his pecs and upper lats and down his back.
Damn, just touching him, even with gloved hands, makes you want him all the more.
You press your body close to his, trapping his cock between your bellies, as you knead his ass cheeks. You gently kiss his mouth, tongue frolicking along his lips. His hands fall naturally on your ass. He rubs your curves, sliding his fingers under your pantyline. You pull away and cock one eyebrow at him as if to say, “excuse me? Did I say you could grope me?’
He smiles sheepishly, glancing down then back at your face, biting his lip. Trying to pull the shy boy-next-door card. Fuck it could work, he is so damn cute. But you have an actual plan here, so you place his hands on the back of his neck, telling him to keep them there.
You sit on the bench at the end of the bed and without any preamble, take him into your mouth. Casually descending and ascending his shaft, in no hurry. He is watching you, a slow smile creeping along his bitten lip. He is breathing in time to your movements. Your gloved hand lightly stroking him under your mouth.
“You want more?” you ask after pulling off his tip with an extra tongue flourish.
“Oh yes, please,” he replies with a smile.
You start taking off your gloves, one finger at a time, using your teeth, Never letting his eyes leave yours.
“Well then, you have to take this for me,” reaching under the bench, you pull out a small butt plug. It’s black, flexible silicone with a long tapered tip and barely an inch in girth before the drop off point. It’s not intimidating. Your eyebrow is raised in inquiry. You haven’t really taken full control yet, so if he’s not willing, you will let it slide.
His eyes widen, whether in excitement or trepidation, you aren’t sure.
“Oh, well… um…” he takes a breath, “truthfully babe, I’ve always wanted to try one, but wasn’t sure how to ask.”
“I was hoping so,” you smile at him, dripping lube over the tip, “are you ready?”
“Oh yeah,” he steps his legs apart. He puts his hands on your shoulders so he can lean over a bit. “Can you do it like the shower?” he asks, a little nervous.
“Uh huh, I’ll go slow baby, tell me to stop if you need.” You look him in the eye. He nods.
You dribble lube onto your fingers, gliding them behind his balls, along his taint and over his asshole. He puckers in anticipation.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna take good care of you,” you murmur, rubbing your cheek against his soft head.
Taking the plug between your lubed fingers, gripping tightly, you position it on his tight hole.
“Relax hunny,” you can almost hear his heart beating. He just nods down at you.
You take his hard phallus into your mouth. Gliding up and down slowly as you apply pressure to his ass with the plug. The tip is so tapered and there is enough lube that he takes the first quarter easily. You slide in and out just a few times, getting him used to the sensation before pushing a little further. He is moaning above you. You keep sucking his cock as best you can, trying to focus on both at the same time takes concentration.
As you push him further to the widest part, he is gasping.
“Oh my god yes,” he groans, hands gripping your shoulders.
God he is hot. His noises are making you wet. So yummy.
You fuck his ass with the widest part, timing it with bringing him deep into your mouth.
“Oh fuck Kitten, that is good!” his eyes are closed and he is shaking just a bit.
Then you press and let his ass pull the base, nestling it into his crack.
You pull off his cock with a smirk of satisfaction. Austin’s shaking hands are on either side of your face. He is leaning down, eyes wide with unbridled lust, lip trembling before he pulls you into a deep kiss.
“I can’t wait to fuck you with this in,” he says, pulling away.
“Lie down,” you nod towards the bed behind you. You bite your lip as you watch him crawl, a little tentatively, onto the bed, the black base barely flashing you. He lies down on his back with a pillow under his head. He seems to be pretty comfortable with the plug. Next time you’ll pull out the next size up. You ordered a whole set, just in case he liked it.
Standing at the end of the bed, you smile deviously at him. You hold up your finger and go take a moment to wash your hands, just in case. Better safe than sorry.
As you begin to climb on top of him, kissing your way up his body. You uncross his ankles, spreading his legs wide, stopping to reach under his balls and tap the base lightly with your fingers. He gasps and his cock bounces. Fuck that is hot.
You straddle his torso, your knees near his armpits. His hands are on your legs. He is licking his lips, his eyes lingering on your fabric covered groin. Austin thinks he knows what is happening next as he nips at his bottom lip. You are grinning ear to ear, because you know he has no clue what you have in mind next.
You pull the fabric aside, pressing your wetness to his chest and gently rocking your pussy back and forth, spreading your juices onto his sternum.
“Do you want some of this pussy?” you ask sweet and low.
“Oh yes please,” his voice is husky. Your only response is a throaty chuckle.
You lean forward over to the edge of the bed. Your breast is dangling in his face, he is licking your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. It shoots zings of pleasure to your spine. You reach for his hand and pull out the wrist restraint you have tucked under the mattress. You wrap the padded leather around his wrist, buckling it quickly.
“What?” he looks up at his arm with slight alarm.
“You said you wouldn't argue,” you remind him, smiling and moving to the other side. He doesn't resist when you pull his other arm up and buckle it in.
He pulls experimentally when you finish. He seems a little nervous, but isn’t arguing.
You lean down to his ear. “Tell me what your safeword is, baby.”
He whispers it to you. You repeat it to him, just to make sure.
You turn around and press your cunt towards his face. He strains his head up, his tongue trying to make contact with your partially covered folds. You wiggle a little then pull away, teasing him as you bend forwards to buckle his ankles into similar leather straps while he is distracted.
You stand up at the side of the bed, checking to make sure your safety scissors are on the bedside table.
Looking at this gorgeous man, your man, restrained spread eagle to the bed is making you drip down your inner thigh. Knowing he is being teased by the butt plug everytime he moves has your demon frothing at the mouth. Good Lord he is hot, you just want to ride him into the sunset with him screaming your name.
“Comfortable?” you ask.
“Quite,” he responds.
“Alright then, now you are mine to do with what I please,” you smile like the demon you are.
He licks his lips. You can tell he is a little nervous, but also excited. You reach over and pet his hair reassuringly.
“Now, you don’t get to cum until I say. You remember this game,” you smile knowingly at him, ”So you better tell me when you are close.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he nods, confident in his self control.
You lean over, brushing your lips against his, then sink into the pleasure of kissing him. Lightly at first, then with more passion as the reality hits you that you can do anything you want to him. You’ve been planning this for a while, and now that it’s actually happening you aren’t sure where to start.
Move over sugar, I’ve got this, your inner succubus says. You mentally step aside ‘just don’t hurt him.’
Please, I love him just as much as you do, she says, taking off your panties.
You step to the side table and grab your metal water bottle, unscrew the top and fish out an ice cube. Austin’s eyes are watching you.
Holding the cube above his chest, you start letting the ice-melt drip onto his nipples. He shivers a little at the cold, but doesn’t react much. So you start rubbing the ice onto his nipple. He breathes in, through gently pursed lips, forcibly exhaling. After about 30 seconds you pull it away, his nipple tissue is contracted, hard. You rub over it with your other fingers, pinching just a bit. You switch to icing his other nipple, and simultaneously lean down and take the cold one in your mouth sucking hard. Melt-water is running down his sides.
“Ohh hunny,” he moans, the sensations of cold and warm criss crossing in his brain. Your laugh is low and a little evil.
You straddle one of his legs, unable to stop your hips from grinding wetly on his thigh. His eyes get big, as he sees you are still holding ice. Your smile is devilish as you nod your head. Oh yes, you are going to do this. He gulps and takes a breath. You rub the ice in your hands, letting it drip onto his cock. Then you rub your cold hands and the remnants of ice along his shaft.
“Oh Ma’am that is cold, whoa,” he says between short intakes of breath.
“Uh-huh, You can take it baby,” you purr to him, “I’m not gonna stop ‘till all the ice is gone.” You continue to rub the ice on his shaft, changing where the ice contacts him, letting the cold water trickle down his balls and onto the base of his plug. He continues to suck in sharp breaths. It’s only about 2 minutes, but to him it feels longer. Miraculously, he didn’t go soft.
You climb up to straddle him.
“Do you want me to warm you up babe?”
He just nods.
Without teasing, your sink your pussy down onto his hard, but cold cock. Watching as his face goes from needy torture to downright eyerolling orgasmic.
“Oh Holy… wow….HOT…. Wet… fuck… ,” his neural pathways going off line everytime he tries to string words together.
“Good boy, you took that well,” you praise him, casually moving up and down on him.
You pull off him, after he is warmed up and move to kneel between his legs.
“Don’t you cum,” you say
“No Ma’am,” he shakes his head.
You lower your mouth around him, lapping at your own juices, knowing what a turn on that is for him. You hear him groan and look up at him, his head is bent up to watch you. You speed up, tongue lashing at him in your mouth, hand sliding just the way you know he likes it. You can feel his balls tensing.
“Stop,” he whines. You immediately pull off him, not touching him at all, watching him squirm. You can tell he didn’t really want you to stop, which makes your demon smile.
After a minute, you take a lubed hand, running it up and down and rolling over his tip. You know how he pleasures himself, you love watching him do it. You watch as his ass clenches as he tries to thrust, then gasp as he is reminded of his butt plug. A reel of pleasure continually flashes on his face.
“Stop” he breathes.
You stop, but start again after about a minute. In another minute he stops you again, straining this time at his restraints.
“Oh baby, you are doing so good,” you commend him. “I’m going to give your cock a little break.”
You crawl like a feline in heat up his body, knees on either side of his head.
“You are gonna lick this pussy ‘till I cum on your face,” you say, somewhat needlessly as his tongue is already out, flicking back and forth.
You pull your outer labia apart and lower your pussy onto his mouth. You are already pretty keyed up with all this dominance play. Quickly he is flicking his tongue across your clit. He knows how you like it and his tongue is fucking magic. Pleasure begins to condense inside you as his mouth closes around your nub.
“Uh huh, suck that clit,” you say, watching his face.
He sucks it, he flicks it, he rubs just below it, his head moving in circles, relishing in your pleasure.
Your jaw is tight as your inner walls contract and release inward on themselves, You are moaning. You grab his head, fists in his long hair. Cognizant of his need to breathe, but also unable to help your hips from vibrating against his face as warmth radiates outward from your clit. It’s just a little peak, a warm up for the real show.
You lift off him, his face is a picture of messy joy. He is smiling and licking his lips. You lean down and kiss his face.
“So good baby,” you croon, wiping your thumb along his chin.
You go, yet again to the table and pick up a new toy you thought might be fun. It’s an adjustable cockring with a vibe for you attached.
You lube it up and turn around with it. His face looks confused, not recognising what you have in your hands. You smirk and walk to the foot of the bed. Realization dawns on his face as you slip the loop over his cock. You wondered how he would react to it, but that’s why you got one that was adjustable. Plus, you are in charge.
“Uh…” his brows furrow with disquiet.
“Oh yes, we are going to play with this a little,” your demon informs him with narrowed eyes, tightening the ring snug against the base of his shaft, “it should be tight, but not pinch or hurt. It’s ok to tell me if it hurts.”
He just gulps and nods.
Once it is on, you reach down and play with his balls, purposefully nudging the butt plug just to watch him writhe against his bonds. Your demon giggles to herself.
You stand back, admiring your handiwork. His cock is just a bit redder than before. His cheeks are also ruddy, perhaps with embarrassment, perhaps with excitement. You are putting him through some paces today, poor baby.
It will all be worth it in the end, she says to you, reaching out to run light fingers up his shaft.
“You look so hot lying there hunny, just waiting for me,” you close your hand around him, dripping some lube onto his tip, spreading it as it runs down. His eyes are closed, head back, Adam's apple prominent, the freckles under his jaw reminding you of constellations. You lean over and kiss them, licking and sucking his neck, your mouth wanting to devour any part of him you can reach.
“Oh my god,” he moans as you sink your teeth into him. His abdominals are contracting as your hand plays with him, speeding up, slowing down, gripping harder, then barely at all.
“Tell me how it feels,” you whisper to him, licking his adams apple.
“Oh my god, I feel so…. tight and swollen and….. sensitive, but it’s so… fuck… so good” his answer is breathy and staccato. “God I didn’t know it would feel like this,” his hips are thrusting into your hand, You let him go and back away across the room. His eyes fly open, searching for you, begging.
“Oh fuck, I’m so worked up Kitten, I fuckin’ need you, please,” his legs are shaking.
You smile evilly at him, wink and walk out of the bedroom, heels clicking, inner thighs gliding against one another in the wetness dripping from you. You walk to the kitchen, pour a glass of water and take a breath. You really just want him to stew in his own juices for a minute. You walk back on tip toe to spy on him.
The sight of him, so aroused, so restrained, his hips thrusting with a mind of their own, trying in vain to find some kind of friction on his cock. It clicks something in your head, you want him untamed and savage, to drive him to wild madness.
You walk back in, heels loud on the hard floor and pick up your dildo, rubbing it with lube, sucking air in through your teeth and groan just audible in the back of your throat. Your lip curls with a low laugh as you walk towards him. His eyes are huge, he has no idea what you plan on doing with the dildo. You are licking your lips, fire in your eyes.
You set your booted foot up onto the bed near his head and slide the mock phallus into you. His head is turned towards you, watching it, gasping in need, biting his lip. Nearly feral. You start fucking your self with it.
“What if this was that guy from the hotel in Brisbane? Hmm?” your voice drops to a whisper, “Would you watch him fuck me?”
His breath leaves him in a shuddering moan. His eyes flick up to your face, trying to decide how he feels about that thought, trying to see if you want him to be jealous or to be turned on. His eyes fall back to your pussy and the dildo sliding in and out of you. He bites his lip, turned on.
“Would you watch him pleasure me, knowing that no matter how hard he pounded me or made me cum, it’s nothing compared to what you are going to give me next. Knowing that I want you to claim me as yours over and over again.” Your demon is full-on teasing the crap out of him.
“Oh gods yes,” his voice low and tense, ”I would fuck you so hard you couldn’t sit for a week without thinking of me.”
“Is that what you want, baby? Is that what you are going to do when I let you out of those restraints?”
“Yes,” he growls deep and feral, demon glinting in his eye. He yanks at his hands.
You laugh, throw the dildo to the side and climb on top of him and sink yourself over his cock.
His head snaps up “Oh fuck!” he screams involuntarily.
“Is it good baby? Tell me.” you croon over him.
“Oh fuck, you have no idea. So fucking good,” he moans.
“Tell me what’s good,” you push, slowly rising up and down on him.
“The cockring… fuck…” he sucks in a breath, “making me so senstive, like I should cum but can’t,” his ass clenches, pushing him deeper into you, “the p-p-p oh fuck … the plug everytime I thrust… oh god… please fuck me baby.“
Oh sweet jesus, watching him so on the edge has you dripping over him like hot caramel. You have never heard him sound like this, so turned on with such a lack of control. He is always in control of himself. You can't help but want him deeper, harder. You take in a shaky breath.
“Well you will have to wait until I’m done with you hunny,” you reach down and turn the vibe on.
You aren’t going slow, you aren’t waiting, you are so close just watching him need you so badly.
Your clit grinds onto the mini vibe, voraciously and unabashedly fucking his rock solid cock. “Don’t you fucking cum baby,” gnashing your teeth.
“Ah, Fuck… No…No… NO. ma’am. Fuck… use me baby.” He is moaning, grunting, almost crying.
The second the words ‘use me’ pass his lips, it’s like popping the cork off champagne. The frenzy rises from the buzz on your clit and the hardness inside you, shooting up your spine.
Jerking back and forth, his swollen head hitting all the right places inside, you arch and curl like a sheet in the wind. You grunt wordlessly, grinding onto the vibe. You stop, head up to the ceiling, panting. Before he can lose it, you rise off him.
His cock is deep red. His hands are balled into fists, and his head is banging on the mattress in frustration.
“Baby I can’t take anymore, Please, please let me cum.” he is begging, eyes pleading with you.
“If I take off the cuffs, are you going to fuck me?” you blink, putting on your best demure look.
He levels his eyes at yours. You can tell his demon is about to eat you alive. He just nods, lips parted in pure lust.
Giving him a look of ‘we’ll see’, you lean back, deciding to play with fire and pop the buckles on his ankles. His knees bend, planting his feet. You know the second you loose his wrists, he will be on you. You slowly lean up, planting a deep, passionate kiss on his mouth. He kisses back almost vehemently, straining against his bonds. In tandem, you pop both the buckles on his wrists.
His arms fly to your body, his hips push up and flip. You are on your back under him and he is ramming his cock into you. His pace is instantly brutal, his body pressed onto yours. Your hands reach around his hips, grabbing his backside. You pull him into you and his cheeks apart, in an attempt to stimulate the plug in his ass.
“Oh holy fucking mother of fuck!” he is completely lost in sensations he’s never had before.
He reaches back and snatches your hands one at a time. Holding you down by the wrists. He is unwilling to risk you making him stop. You don’t blame him.
“Yes fuck me hard baby,” you egg him on.
He stares right at you, teeth tight together. Pinning you with his eyes as much as his hands.
“You are mine. My pussy, my baby, MY fucking Kitten,” he snarls at you, demon completely unhinged.
Fresh off your own orgasm you build right back up to another as he pummels your pussy. He plunges in and out of you. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper. You want his cock beating, you want his feral fucking. You want him to cum so hard in you that he can’t see color.
Pounding, pounding, pounding, faster, faster. He is ferocious, sweat popping in beads from his head.
One moment you are one tick away from rapture, the next and it all clicks into place. You are screaming wordless screams, your whole body oscillates with mind blowing voracity. You cum and cum and cum and still he is pounding you. The cockring is doing its job.
Finally with an ear splitting roar he is jerking, moaning, clawing at you. His face is red and spittle is flying from between his clenched teeth. His eyes are rolling back in his head. He shakes and jitters then collapses on you. Breathing hard, you can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He is on another plane of existence. You help him roll off you to the side, trying to catch your own breath as well as make sure he is ok.
“Breathe my love, I got you,” you murmur in his ear, cradling his head against your breasts as he clings to you like a life raft.
As soon as his breathing begins to even, you reach down between his legs and loosen the cockring, sliding it off.
“Oh holy fuck,” his body shivers as the constriction loosens, “that’s like another fucking orgasm, jesus.”
You lean down and plant a gentle kiss on his cock.
“Oh hunny,” he jerks a little, obviously still very sensitive.
“You want me to take out the plug?” you ask.
“No. Later,” he breathes reaching for you.
You curl up around him, lacing your fingers between his.
“That was….. Oh my god. I am … wow sugar,” Austin isn’t quite home yet.
“You are welcome, my love,” you tell him, his inability to complete thoughts the biggest compliment yet.
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While the big sister of the family might be strict when it comes to keeping her phone by the dinner table, Guinaifen took the opportunity of a hectic dinner accident to pull it out to send a few pictures of the feast on the table. A wide array of various dishes could be seen, arms and hands stretched over the entire table as each sibling would fend for themselves. Her own? Striking a small peace pose in front of some of the buns she was about to devour (some she'd have to fight over brother over).
[i made the ugly one to the left ... i can't roll them properly (*/ω＼*)
would you eat my ugly bugs? ? (●'◡'●)
*buns , omgg dont quote me on that]
What's not seen on the other side of the text messages is how one hand occupies itself on the screen soon to be chased, the other smacking the hand of an older brother who is attempting to steal the buns she helped making. It wasn't that she was completely useless in the kitchen, she just didn't... have it in her to take her time with things like that, rolling and kneading. It was too slow ! She liked to sear and spice things ! Make spicy sauces and watch her brothers cry ! ... Though, the latter part might not be related to food, merely revenge and payback.
Quick on her hand, she'd hook onto one of the strangely shaped buns, switching the camera over to the front. Biting into it, she'd snap a quick picture of herself, sending it to Caelus just as quickly.
Displayed would be her, eagerly biting into the bun, eyes joyous from the concept of finally being able to dig in ( ... thankfully Caelus couldn't hear the scolding from across the table, her sister ordering her to put the darn phone away ).
[they don't taste bat at all !! they just look a little weird !!
BAD, i meant BAD!!
i can't type lololol blame my evil sisterrrrrr (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
i want to show you a new dance routine after dinner !!
i'm sending you vids !!! the dragon is cominggg !!!]
A final pic is sent, a more surprised Guinaifen as she turns to take a picture of the table at the table, once more striking a pose (bun still in mouth, she has no manners at home). Pictured are the siblings mid-conversation as well as a sister looking very miffed...
Light years away, across beautiful celestial sightings woven with vast and proud planets, that very signal about a universe holding this wholesome meal would be received within the crux of a moment filled with excitable strife. As the scenery sweeps from the clouded atmosphere down to the ground below, once more did the Pathstriders find themselves in a natural showdown with an encroaching essence of the Fragmentum. A focused gaze, one filled with bubbly mirth, and an all too sharp but prepared stance unveiled the golden three of the Astral Express in action.
May the Remembrance carve this moment with frosty vigilance, just as the Hunt decisively punctures with it's fang made spear, and for the ever turbulent Destruction thriving in the loss of life to fuel his very own. Explosions ripped across the surrounding area sectioned off by realms of Fragmented statis, giving them full clearance to go as wild as they please.
"HELLLL YEAHHHHHHH!!" Caelus's voice would ignite with an infectious vigor, that untamed Fighting Spirit flourishing a lethal aura as he charged up the arm of an icy behemoth, vaulting forth to deliver a lethal, neck snapping kick in tune with a back flip, the focused force made it a live boulder launching into the air. A content smile situated on his face, only for his attention to get immediately caught as a looming, threatening shadow began to rise, covering the skyline with its magnanimity.
Except, that's not what he paid attention to at all. For upon these grounds did a certain ringtone was plucked at that time, catching Dan Heng's and March's immediate attention. A tug of amused disbelief rising from the latter, as one quick glare towards her immediately compelled her to be responsible.
"Caelus! I SWEAR you better--"
"Sorry, hold on! Once in a lifetime call here!" Was his immediately call out upon landing.
That phone found itself open, seamlessly set off the lock screen as the familiar view of (*/ω＼*) (God she picked the cutest emojis.) reflected upon the screen. The tremor crafting roar of the distorted Void Trampler going entirely ignored as those excitable golden eyes focused on the screen.
As a quick sprint meshed with sharp instincts made him jolt past a volley of fireballs, miraculously holding his balance while working on a return text at the same time, the view on screen only charged the energy within his heart. The sight of those buns and Guinaifen's star igniting smile made him nearly want to curl up on the ground in a fit of pure emotion. Seeing his lady make the most of this peaceful day while those curious questions drew forth made it impossible not to responsd.
Text: UGLLL MY LEFT FOOT
Text: I LOVE BUGS GIVE ALL TO ME.
Caelus wasn't sure why she'd compare her culinary effort to bugs (the correction text edged in late), but who was he to say anything?
With the momentary pause, a call for action proudly taken as swift thinking allowed him to duck to dodge a steel melting fireball. Immediately jolting off the ground like a spring unleashed, within his opposing hand would his sacred lance of Belobog come forth, skewering a total of three foes in one as dark, data like viscera spilled from those foes. As a wolfish grin dawned upon those lips, that vibrant power of the path only glimmering with his potential, his sights were immediately poised upon the Void beast as a volley of airs sniped those pesky airborne elements.
Just as he prepared to launch, frothing flame lapping hungrily from the exhaust ends of the lance, once again did that familiar text jingle go and snipe his attention. With an ungodly measure of tonal whiplash does he focus on the phone again, that touch screen note from Guinaifen immediately being pressed as it pops back up. This time, more pictures of that lively family unveiled as she makes out like a victorious pirate.
Heavens above, help his heart because it was going to melt. This is the sun, an adventurous heart like his eagerly awaits each new day.
Once again he's irresponsibly texting while calamity itself began draw antimatter and infuse it within those hooves, wholly prepared to atomize him on the spot. Dan Heng in an abrupt change of character, internally curses before yelling out towards him.
"AT YOUR SIX CAELUS! You'll..!" When it looks like it's too late-
The game changer arrives. For within that moment, once more, a pristine picture of that shimmering Firekiss fleeing from the table had charged the emotional values into overdrive. Not to mention.. The idea of wanting to let her graceful frame bless him by breathing her ideas to life? A dance no less?
ENERGY MAX.
PRESERVATION!
Qlipoth's divine realm of Imaginary would be instinctively grasped and harnessed, swaths of miraculous, foundational might roaring with the surrounding flames as an Amber blessed forced field surrounded his body, allowing for a single hand to draw upward, causing March's and Dan Heng's mouths to drop as incoming attack was caught by the hand once wielding the lance. Irregardless if the ground split akin to an earthquake's rage, or if the volley of pure destructive might sung to the heavens in a vicious beam. Any risk of damage found itself unable to breach this height of resolve.
Caleus was going to make sure she got those replies at the utmost haste. Within this moment of astute and empowered clarity, typing up the following messages somehow felt slow
Text: If they got your golden ideas of spice. BELIEVEEEEE ME when I say you should whip me up some sometime!
Text: Also I see you're doing a big showdown yourself. Show the fam what my lady can do!
Text: And me too! I'm lookin' forward to what you're cooking up as the big routine!
....
Whoops. That picture was not meant to be sent. In the midst of that explosion, he looks as if sun in this distant world just left him looking like a shadow!
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Paul and Linda: Fun with Captions
Craving more captions? See the post Paul and Linda: More Fun with Captions.
Linda: And then you're going to take out the garbage, oil the squeaky cupboard hinges, change the burnt out light bulb in the bathroom ...
Paul: Yes dear.
Paul: Linda, you want a puff?
Linda: No thanks, I’ll just stand next to you and breathe the air.
At least Paul is wearing his protective glasses to shield his eyes from the (alleged) pot fumes! 🤣 😂 🤣 😂
Linda: Hello, is this Jane Asher? 🎶 Na-na na-na-na 🎶
March 12, 1969, Paul and Linda’s wedding day is coming to a close. In my pretend caption world, Linda couldn’t resist making one last phone call. 😉 Well, she had to brag to somebody!
Linda’s reactions, in photographs.
1st photo: serious Linda
2nd photo: Linda after hearing Paul say, “I’m thinking of giving up pot.”
More:
1st photo: Linda’s face when Paul says, “Linda, you look beautiful.”
2nd photo: Linda’s face when Paul says, “… but you’d look even better with a mullet.”
Jimmy (seated): I don’t like that seal giving me the evil eye.
Seal: You gonna finish that martini?
Jimmy (seated): Whoa seal, back off. Go bug that Eskimo standing behind me — he’s got a harpoon.
Seal: Me just want martini.
Linda: I am NOT saying “obey” in my vows.
Paul: But I told you it will only apply when we’re in the recording studio.
Paul: You mean there are other people here? I didn’t notice.
Linda: I love it when you play your chest, I mean ukulele.
Heather: What happened today? Everyone was taking pictures. I got flowers. Girls were crying. We went to church. We had dinner at a fancy hotel. Did I just marry a Beatle?
Paul: Sure we can all go in the VW Beetle. Linda and I will squeeze tight together like this to make extra room.
Jimmy (band member): Oh, so that’s why you’re always renting Beetles.
Paul: When I’m interested in a woman, I like to point my lit cigarette as close to her eye as possible.
LOL, this photo is cropped, making the cigarette appear closer to Linda’s face than it actually is. Moreover, Paul probably held it like that for only a second or two. I still couldn’t resist the humour implied by the visual.
This pic is absolutely PREGNANT with caption possibilities, ha ha. Here we go:
Paul (whispering): Okay, Linda, it’s just like we planned. While I get them to look over there, you lift some cash from John’s waist wallet.
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Paul points in distance, which is his and Linda’s private signal for “let’s get away from these losers.”
____________
Paul: Hey John, the nearest barn raising is two miles that way.
(John looking very Amish.)
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Paul, stoned: Can’t you see it? That tree over there looks just like Ringo on the toilet.
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Paul: John, even that donkey in the field over there would make a better manager than your guy Allen Klein.
Paul: Something clicked here tonight.
Linda: That was my camera shutter.
Paul: I wasn’t talking about the photography.
😍 🥰 ❤️ 💕
Linda thought bubble: I've just seen a face. 🎵 😍
Paul thought bubble: Falling, oh yes I'm falling... 🎶 🥰
💖 💞 💘
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