#he's brave and or emotionally cut off enough

[rinbowaman]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER SIX

Sorry for the slight delay, but here is chapter six. I had to cut it short bc i'm currently babysitting but i wanted to get it to you guys. but dont worry, next chapter will have all the parts that i didnt get to finish in this one plus.....it will be Heejeong's turn ;)

Warnings: Smut....this entire chapter is just pretty much....pure smut. it goes back and forth between consensual and non-con....and it's pretty descriptive. breeding kink, HS being dominant, relentless, and yeah....unprotected sex.....umm...i think thats it. aside the fact that its intercourse between step siblings.

“H-Heeseung! Ah!”

………………….

Restrained by the grasping hold Heeseung held onto, your wrists suffered the sharpened sensation of his fingers and palms pinning them against the wall. 

You had tried your best to struggle free, even getting as far as detaching yourself from him for a brief moment before he extended his reach and caught you once more. 

“Noooooo…..come here baby….you feel so soft….touching you like this is all that’s been on my mind…”

“Stop….Heeseung stop….this…this is wrong…we can’t!”

“Oh yes we can….watch me.”

“Heeseung!”

.................

Now here you were, backed up against the wall, and the width of his enlarged frame trapping you in.

Your own step-brother…..

..................

"Upon meeting the notorious Blackbeard, his face sly with a deceiving look…

His eyes grasped on to the maiden like a fisherman’s hook.

Yet all is said and done, the man has tricked mother, father, son, and friends.

His secret will be known, a closet that reveals his darkest trends…."

……………..

Sitting you on the edge of the thin console table, his chest pushes you back, causing your shoulder blades to meet with the cool wall.

The way he propped you on the table gave him the upperhand to focus more in melting into your body as he only needed to minimally support both your weight, which allowed him to focus on getting you to surrender... 

His tux became loose as his jacket slid off his shoulders, the buttons on his collard shirt came undone, and his bow tie unraveling; his hands loop under your thighs, making you further lean back against the surface of the wall, with only the table bearing the density of your weight.

Standing and leaned forward into you, he positions himself in between your legs, loving the fact that he had you falling apart for him. 

You turned your face away, as much as you felt shameful, knowing this whole ordeal was wrong….it felt so right….it felt so good. Yet you couldn't find yourself brave enough to face him straight on; he was, after all, your stepbrother.

“Ugh…Heeseeeeeeung.”

Sucking on your neck, the squeezing sound of his lips suckling onto your skin was his only response, up until he pulls away, releasing the suction of his mouth that latched on to your soft neck. 

“Yeah baby…..” gasping a deep groan against your ear, you felt his hand reach down, snaking itself into the opening of his trousers and feeding his length out. It was long, thick, and stiff…..it was exactly what you wanted at this moment since he had you emotionally and physically dislocated. 

He didn’t immediately penetrate you, in fact, he took great pleasure in toying with you first, his own manner of performing four play. 

With his tip, he drifts it along the lining of your slit and probed your opening, all the while he slowly…..sloooooooowly licked your neck from the base to the edge of your jawline. 

“Ugh! Please!!”

“Yeah….just like that baby…..get wet for me.” 

Noticing the heat and moisture rising in between your legs, he harshly taps his lengthy cock against your clit, slapping it repeatedly and enhancing the sensitivity of each tap. 

How could he do this to you? Going against your wishes to cause a stir of raging, euphoric turmoil to take place in your gut, only to tease you…

“Please…” you whimpered. You nearly were begging at this point as your words ended in broken gasps while you softly sobbed. It was so painful. 

The tingling numbness was too much, your hips were gyrating fiercely as your thighs shook with an uncontrollable urge to wrap around his waist. Your clit and opening was pulsating, you found yourself wanting it to be filled and stuffed with every inch of him. At this point, you needed it. 

Hyperventilating, your chest rises in an up and down motion as you tried to steady your breathing, yet it was nearly impossible. The numbness in the depths of your core became stronger, you could feel the heated moisture of your body’s lubricant oozing out as you clenched your opening, trying to prevent it all from gushing out. 

Grabbing onto your arms, he pins them to your side as he slightly lifts, and adjusts your position to where your rear practically hung off the edge of the table. The back of your head and your shoulder blades remain plastered on the wall, sliding downwards as you felt him pulling you to the edge, right up against his groin. 

With your legs held taut, he centers himself to your opening, poking you with his tip as he scoffs out a sly smirk while bearing teeth.

"A little sensitive, are we?” Biting down on his bottom lip, he admits a dark chuckle while he feels you slightly jump from the shocking sensation of his probing offense.

"Pl-please....." you whined out. Initially, you may have had wanted him to stop, yet now, all you yearned for was him to be inside you.

"Come here baby......" his hands loop around your thigh in an overhead position, pulling you towards him, causing you to further slide down as your rear hangs over the edge of the table completely, your hair decorating the wall as the strands lay sporadically against it.

Propping yourself, you rest against your palms as you flatten them on the surface of the table, forcing the weight of your body to remain on stilted foundation, shifting your weight back and forth between each hand.

His thumb rubs your clit in small, circular motions as he commits tiny hip thrusts, teasing your entry with his tip as it remains in contact, yet is refrained from fully entering.

"Please....what are you doing?......." you begged as you felt your head move upwards in a small, slightly pouncing manner upon feeling him pressing against you, only to be pulled back and snapping back against the center of your slit once more.

"Shhhh.....its okay baby relax......relaaaaaaaaax......relax for big brother Heeseung." he whispers, all the while he rests his forehead against yours as he focuses his sight down on to your exposed breasts, and your clit, which he continued to rub with the padding of his thumb.

Succumbing to the edge of his teasing notion, you felt your entire body shake with a vibration that was so intense, it was unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your breathing became uncontrolled, and the moment it hitched, thats when you felt the ooze of the sweet, warm, and gushing liquid exiting from your cavity, leaking in between the folds and meeting with his skin. Feeling it drip out with his tip, he releases a prolonged sigh upon sensing the warmth of the moisture that was releasing out, kissing his tip as he rubs it up and down in between your swollen lips.

"Uuuuuh huuuuh.....you ready for me?"

"Y-yes...."

"You sure?"

"Yes...." you pleaded. Your voice releases an airy crack as you found yourself sobbing yet again from the amount of relentless pressure, numbness, and the unbearable tingle that punched your gut as each second went by. You needed to be filled, you needed him.

"Uuuuugh....please.......please....do....do something....do everything.....i just....."

"Just what?" he demanded as he continued to rub your clit, all the while staring down with an aloof expression. The tone of his voice grew stern. Whispering with a firm and solid tone, he repeats once more. "Just what?...."

"I just......ugh......I need you....." you bit down on your tongue as you finally admitted defeat. You couldn't help it, it was all his fault for bringing you at the stage you were now in, although you sensed that he looked at it from a different perspective.

He blamed you. He felt it was your fault, for merely existing....for breathing....for being yourself.....for being so beautiful and always speaking in that seducing voice that was so feminine in nature. The way he saw it, everything was your fault and he loved it. You sensed it...you knew it deep down, now that it became obvious that he was yearning for you the entire time since meeting you.

"Awww....you need me baby? Hmm?"

"Y-yes......"

"Say it again, then."

"I....I need you...."

"Yeeeeeeeeaaah.....you do." he whispers into your ear, before he places a soft kiss right on your cheek, keeping his lips in place as he rubbed his thumb in soft, circular motions against your lower back. It was so tender and romantic, it nearly caught you off guard.....until you felt the stretch of his entry.

Jolting violently, you nearly jumped off the table had it not been his firm hold in keeping you steady. With one hand looping around your lower back, and the other plastered on your inner thigh, pushing it aside, forcing you to remain fully exposed and vulnerable, his stiff muscle needed no guidance as he begins to shove himself in.

"Ugh! Ah! H-Heeseung..." you began whimpering out, continuously jolting upwards, trying to evade his entry as the feeling of being opened felt more painful than pleasurable.

Naturally, since it had been quite a while since you last had intercourse, spending all your time in college focusing on your studies, merely using a simple vibrator to get by on your urges and needs, the last time you recalled having sex was well before you started attending your university, and was graduating high school.

Yet the feeling of being breached, from when you dated someone from a different school, or even back when you had your first, well before your senior year, when you had a steady boyfriend who shared the same class, the feeling felt nothing as it had right now, with Heeseung.

The way he was built, he was more bold, hard, and strong. Everything about him was ten times more intense than the average man, which would explain why you were feeling the immense sting. What propelled you to fear more, was the fact that he hadn't even fit himself in yet, not even the tip.

"It hurts! It hurts! Please! Please stop....." You winced your eyes shut and gasped out in deep breaths, feeling your breasts rise from the inhales and pressing up against his hard chest plate.

Again, you shifted your hips upwards and away, trying to avoid him entering, yet his hold on you kept you still, and you were in no position to remove any one of your hands from the table that supported your weight, unless you had planned on falling back completely.

Slowly, you felt the skin around your cavity conforming to the bulging tip as he slowly pressed in further, finally feeding the bulbous top of his shaft in, inch by inch. If the pain was so bad with just the very tip of his cock partially entered, how was it going to feel once he starts to slide the rest of his length in?

You couldn't bear the thought, taking the risk, you quickly shifted one of your palms and pressed it against his abdominal muscles, right on his pelvis, with your palm flat against him. Pushing, you gained just a slight bit of distance as you pushed yourself back, not at all having any effect to the stallion before you. Still, it didn't matter whose body needed to move, so long as you could create a gap between you two, which you did...just a few inches, until he tugged you by the grasp he had around your lower back, harshly pinning your thigh down even more as he digs his fingers into your supple skin.

"No......." you whispered desperately as he slowly continues to fit himself inside, which was hard as he found the friction to be the result of your preserved nature in abstaining from casual and constant sex.

"You were a good girl throughout college, weren't you?" He scoffs as he inhales deeply upon savoring the feeling of your warm skin, slowly surrounding his. "I"m gonna fuck you up so good." He smirks out.

Slowly.....painfully.....little by little, he continues to feed himself in, the very tip already opening you as he starts to enter.

"Stop! Please stop! Too much! It's too much!" you cry out, your palm pressing him again, yet it was no use.

Ignoring your pleas and constant whimpering, he merely relays a calm expression under half heavy lids, watching as his muscle continues to go inside you.

"I know....it wont hurt for long, I promise....just be a good girl and take it all in, I promise I'll make the pain go away. I'll make you feel really good...like a fucking queen.....and i'm going to love doing it." He gently tones out, leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. The moment he did so, while he bends inward, you felt a sudden sliding of his shaft expediting its entry as his body caves into you, causing you to push against him once more, only to find that it did nothing to aid you. Instead, it fueled him with an instinctive nature of dominance and aggressiveness, you saw it by the way. he bit down on his lip and smirk out a deep chuckle. If you hadn't known any better, the man looked animalistic, and you were the prey of the raging beast.

"Almost there.....fuck baby.....you feel soooooooo good......been wanting....to feel you......wanting to make you feel good......fucking love you." He stutters out, locking your lips with his own in the process.

"No! Stop! Please take it out!" you gasped out as he kept his tongue inside your mouth.

He continues to slide in, while he massages his tongue over and under yours, stroking and complimenting your canines.

Finally, the moment you felt the base of his groin making contact with your pelvis, you gasped in relief. He was finally all in, which you had wanted, up until you felt the pain. Now that he was nestled inside you, he allowed you to regain your breathing and even guided you into taking deep breaths.

"Breathe baby.....mmm...breathe....yeah....good girl. Breathe for me."

Forming a small circle with his lips, he looked as if he was going to whistle, instead, he merely blows on your forehead, a method to faintly cool you as you took in your breaths. You weren't sweating, not yet, nor were you feeling hot, but the second you felt his breath blowing against your skin, you felt a sense of relaxation coming back to you.

The lustful numbing and tingling was calming, like a raging storm calmed by the tranquility of the sunlight, the pulsating punches were toned down as he bellowed out and remained burrowed inside your soft muscles.

"Deep breaths baby." he issued, and immediately, he begins to move in and out.

Gasping and slamming both hands on his biceps, you relied on his strength and his broad frame as you held on for dear life. Since he was already inside, remaining on the stilt platform of your hands and trying to create distance was pointless, he was so close....and was going to remain close. Yet the stinging pain remained, and you were desperate in trying to appeal to him yet again....

"STOP...stop.....stop....pl-please...oh my God.....stop...." you breathed out each word in an airy gasp as you squeezed the material of his tux, digging your fingers into his arms.

"Shhh, breathe baby." was all he murmured as he continued to move, thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. His speed was neither fast nor slow, just deep and thick.

Tilting your head back, he watches as your throat shifts up and down as your body receives his penetrating act. Up and down...up....and down.....

"Theeeeere you go.......just like that......breathe baby.....breathe." he guides in a whisper, reaching up and cradling a gentle grasp on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking in an up and down motion on the center of your throat. "Just like that......fuck....breathe for me baby girl."

Just then, he starts picking up the pace. "Yeah, breathe....uh huh...just like that....fuck....fuck you're so damn pretty."

“P-please…..n-not so hard……I-I feel like I’m breaking….”

“Come on baby, keep fucking it.” 

Increasing speed, your body was now bouncing ferociously up and down, growing weak as the base of his groin muscles slam into you. The sting transitions into a burning sensation from being slightly torn open, yet the tingling and numbing sensation turned into something that was so very pleasant......so much in fact, that you began to release prolonged moans of erotic nature.

"Uuuuugh...."

"Oh fuck....good girl......keep going, i fucking love the way you sound and look right now."

"Uuuuuuuuuugh...mmmm.....mmmmmmmm.....uuuuugh..."

"Yeah....good girl. Fuck it...my good girl."

The sound of his skin kissing yours as he slaps his pelvis against you, thrusting his muscle in and out, twitching and flicking it up each time he rails deep within you. Shifting your weight up and down at his mercy, your body goes completely weak and limp from his insatiable hunger for lust.

"Uh...fuck baby.....you want more? Hmm?....Come here....Ill give you more..."

Shifting his hands to meeting and wrapping around the narrow part of your waist, beneath the slinky material of your dress, which had been rolled and coiled around your waistline, leaving your top and bottom half to be fully nude and exposed, he feeds his hands under the fabric. Feeling his rough hands pinch a grip on your sides, you felt him pulling and tugging you, lifting your entire weight up and down as he bounced you on his length at merciless speed.

Your feet dangle off in mid air as your legs remained spread wide open, with his frame centered in between, your rear still hangs off the edge of the table, yet your body sustains and remains upright thanks to his support as you latched your grip on to his arm, and wrapped your other arm around his neck.

"Oh my God....no!.....ugh!"

"Yes....."

"N-no....please...."

"Yes baby."

Going back and forth had created a sense of immense sexual tension between you both. Each time he responded, he went faster, deeper, and harder, and before you knew, it, you found yourself gushing out and splattering as he rammed himself inside you.

At this point, the burning and stinging had fully disappeared. All you could feel, was the punching pikes of pleasure that was hitting you inside and out, all from his unyielding performance and stamina. Hitting the right spot each and every single time, you moaned out his name, craving for more.

"Ugh.....oh......mmmm....Heeseung..."

"Talk to me baby....."

"Mmm...mmmmm...oh God....more! Please.....please....do..do more....."

"Yeah?" Leaning in once again, he places a delicate and passionate kiss on your lips, inserting his tongue and dragging the tip of it across the roof of your mouth. Clicking it back in, you felt the snap of his oral muscle as he flicks it inside, becoming addicted to the harsh 'click' sound that came with it.

Melting into him, you were fused with his body. Even so, at the moment, when you leaned a bit back to your original position, placing both palms flat on the surface to support your weight, it didn't matter that you were no longer wrapping your arms around his neck. The moment you were on the stilt position that founded your upper weight, it gave him leverage to not only go faster and harder, but to make you bounce relentlessly as you felt him pounding against your pelvic and rear muscles.

Now, you were squelching as the sound of moisture and skin rubbing, molding, and unifying was filling the room. Your moans became more drawn out and louder, while your hair flew all around as you felt yourself being levitated by his grasp. Everything felt amazing, it didn't matter that you were being fucked relentlessly....by your own step brother.

Tilting your head back, you pushed your hip up against him, lifting it slightly, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

"Awww fuck baby....you're going to make me cum."

Stuffed, thrusted, and bouncing on his thick muscle, you nearly screamed out as you felt the peak of that tingling sensation, building up and was near a point of massive explosion as the tip of his dick repeatedly taps against the soft spot, deep inside your stomach.

"Ugh!....mm!....Ugh!....Heeseung fuck me....please Heeseung fuck me...oh my God please....." you whimpered out, the pleasure was so great, the tears that streamed down your face was not of pain this time around, but from the intensity of his euphoric deliverance to your throbbing cunt.

Leaning in for the final time, he wraps his arms around you, lifting and settling your entire frame on the hilt of his lower abdomen, forcing your legs to wrap themselves and rest against the hilt of his hip. With added depth, the motions of your body bouncing up and down became much more steep as you felt his hand grab on to one of your rear cheeks. Squeezing it within his grasp, while using it as a leverage point to add momentum, he lifts and pushes it downward in sync with each thrust, adding a heightened boost in fucking his throbbing cock inside you.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum..." he spurts out against your neck.

With your arms wrapped around his neck once more, you lean your head back and allow him to breathe, gasp, and scoff out pleasurable groans against your throat.

"Ugh! Please....ugh please....." you begged, coming close to climax.

"I know baby...I know.......we'll do it together.....fuck baby.....we'll cum....together..." He groans out, mouth parted open as he latches it on your skin, gasping out.

"Ugh! Heeseung!"

"Fuck, beautiful!"

The moment you gushed out, with the hot liquid seeping and coating his length, all from his vigor, Heeseung bursts out, and explodes inside as he releases.

Coating your walls and staining that soft spot that his raging tip was just beating on, his essence fills you to the brim. Despite already stopping at a clinic to pick up birth control pills upon settling things with Kurt, and dating again, you enjoyed the rush of Heeseung's ejaculation filling you, allowing the natural process of breeding to take place, even if you were taking preventative measures against getting pregnant. The delightful thought of his semen swimming inside, traveling deep inside your body and rushing into fertilize you was something that aid you to reach climax at such a profound state. You loved every single second of it.

Jutting his length deeper as it remained fully inside, Heeseung's face remains burrowed against our breast, suckling on your nipple as he thrusts a few more times, ensuring that he emptied himself entirely inside your body.

Once satisfied, he reaches down and holds himself at the base with two fingers, slowly pulling out. Each time you had felt as if he was close to fully exiting, you were reminded just how lengthy he was as he would continue to slowly slide, causing you to feel the rippling lining of the veins that decorated his cock.

"Mmm....Heeseung..." you whimpered out with furrowed brows of slight pain. The sensation of being stretched out and torn open was coming back now that you had rode out the high of your orgasm.

Listening onto the suckling sound of his mouth while it remains latched on to your areola like an infant child, he twirls his tongue around and flickers it against the tip of your nipple, distracting your mind away from the pain.

Finally, his lengthy muscle was all the way out, the bulging tip engorged and pulsating as it made it's exit, seeping out and leaving a trailed line of his children to decorate your walls and your clit.

Holding on to you, he embraces on your frame tightly and sits you back down on the console table, leaning you back while he adorns you with a series of kisses, starting with your breasts, then moving his way up to your collar bones, neck, throat, jawline, and then your lips.

Moaning deeply into your mouth, he strokes your neck again, ending the session with passionate and heated....love......

Love.....it wasn't lust....it wasn't just strictly desire....it was.....love.

The way he held, the way he moved, the way he would stroke your skin and lick it with his tongue. The way his eyes looked at you through a heavy gaze, with half shut lids and parted lips, gasping in shock each time he noted how your hair framed your face, your skin glistened against the dim light, or how your puckered, cherry stained lips would shine and look delectable for him to suck on.

It was undeniable, this man....your stepbrother.....was in love with you. It wasn't just his mannerisms or the way he looked at you either....

"I love you.....you're mine....you're all mine.....nothing is going to take you away from me.......I'm keeping you.....forever.....y/n."

He was right....he was keeping you forever. But it wasn't just him....soon, you'd find out that another pair of hands, eyes, and lips were going to take its turn....feasting on you as Heeseung had just done.....

CHAPTER 7

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[avatar-anna]

Diamonds

pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!

"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.

"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.

"The person who convinced me, and played a crucial part of making this record, is here tonight, and to them, I would just like to say thank you. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn't and making me brave enough to truly face my demons. You pulled me out of the deep end when it felt like I was drowning, and I would be a completely different person than I am today without you. I love you. My heart and soul is yours to keep."

Cheers were heard throughout the venue as the opening chords began. As Luke started to sing, you were thankful that you decided to watch the concert from backstage, unable to keep tears from welling in your eyes.

"Cut like diamonds and sink like stones, starve myself 'til I'm skin and bone, I'm so much older than I ever thought I would be."

He said that often. My heart and soul is yours to keep. Yours to keep safe, was what he meant. It had taken him a long time to open up to you and trust your ability to be a good partner, so him saying that his heart was yours was huge. He trusted you that much not to break his heart, to never let him sink back into old habits and bitter thoughts. That level of trust meant everything to you.

In his little speech, Luke thanked you for being the one to convince him to release the song, which was true in a way. He'd been conflicted about the song at first, not ready to share such a dark period of his life so publicly. The song had originally been just a way to express himself, to put everything he'd been through on paper without ever letting it see the light of day.

Luke had shared what the song was about, had opened up to you just what had made him feel that way in the past—toxic relationships, poor decisions that led to even worse habits, hurting the people closest to him, all of his mistakes. He didn't hide any of it from you, and you took all of those misgivings, all of those past mistakes, and showed him that you loved him anyway.

"How far is far? Are we too deep in? How dark is dark? I need to see it."

It wasn't easy at first. When you met, Luke wasn't in a place where he could give himself to anyone emotionally. He believed that he was too damaged to be loved the way he deserved and that he was better off being alone and unhurt than trying to fall in love again and risk being completely ruined by someone he thought he could trust. He had been more closed off than anyone you'd ever met, but all of it just made you want to show him what love without conditions looked like. And he couldn't fathom why. Luke was never rude to you about it. He never snapped at you or pushed you away or treated you badly to make a point, he just truly believed that he wasn't worth your time.

*.*

You were at his house, hanging out as friends. Only this time you surprised him by bringing him flowers.

Luke had been completely dumbfounded, unsure of your intentions. You told him it was just to brighten up his home a little, and because you liked doing nice things for the people you cared about. He didn't question you much further, but the rest of the time you were together, you caught him staring at the bouquet that stood in the vase you'd placed them in. His gaze had been wary and apprehensive each time, and you finally told him the truth.

"I want to take you on a date," you said simply.

Luke seemed surprised, which led to a conversation that was perhaps a step below an argument, but only because you calmly listened to Luke and evaded his tactics to push you away with ease.

"I—I don't deserve you," he finally said, but his voice was heavy with emotion, like he desperately didn't want it to be true.

"Who decides what we do and don't deserve, Luke?" you said to him, resting your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. To your surprise, he didn't pull away.

"I'm not good enough for you," he amended.

With a close-lipped smile, you leaned over from your spot on his couch and placed your thumb between his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I think you think you're a worse person than you are."

You kissed his brow, your touch just enough for him to feel your lips brush his skin. When you pulled back, you tapped his nose with your knuckle. "I won't push you, and I won't try to fix you," you said, because the truth was, you didn't believe he needed fixing. But you knew you weren't going to be able to convince him of that. Not now, anyway. "But I will tell you this: you are a remarkable person, and when you're ready, I'd love to love you one day."

*.*

"I'm on my way out, losing the dream. I feel it crash down, down on me. Caught in the madness, holding on me. Is this the way it will always be?"

It took some time, but Luke eventually believed what you did from the day you met him. You were there to see him through the thick of it, holding his hand when he needed you to and giving him space when he asked. He'd gone off to write for a little while, and when he came back, you could practically see the weight lift from his shoulders. It was as if he'd left his biggest demons at the cabin he'd been staying in.

And now he was at his own solo concert performing the songs that held the deepest secrets of his heart. Luke sang each word with passion and pride, the kind that came from knowing that he'd overcome the darkness that had held him for so long. He wasn't drowning anymore, but he sang his songs so that his fans could see that it was possible to be in a dark place and come out of it.

The song faded to its end, and Luke bowed before the crowd as they cheered. He held his hands together in front of his face, the appreciation written in his features abundantly clear. You watched him survey the crowd with so much pride you thought you were going to burst, but you ended up just shedding a couple more tears instead.

While fans were still cheering and his band was playing chords that would lead into the next song, Luke jogged to the side of the stage where you were standing. You hadn't expected him to come over to you, but when you saw his face, you knew what he needed.

Your arms opened for him just in time as he wrapped himself around you. He held onto you tight, his face buried in your hair as he lifted you off the ground. You held on just as fiercely, hoping it would sufficiently express just how much you loved him.

Time stopped as Luke held you in his arms. He had a whole crowd waiting for him to sing the next song, but neither of you seemed worried about getting him back onstage. When he finally set you back down, you kissed his cheek a couple times before kissing him properly, your hands on either side of his face.

"Okay, okay, no more of that," you said, when he kept trying to follow your lips as you pulled away from him, wanting just one more kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you."

Luke began to turn like he was going to do just as you said, but before he walked away, he spun on his heel and caught you in one last kiss. Satisfied by your tinged cheeks, he grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mean the world to me, darlin.'"

Hearing him say that made you melt every single time, and he knew that. Shoving his shoulder playfully toward the stage, you said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now go be a rockstar, will you? You're keeping everyone waiting. Myself included."

Luke finally turned around for real and did just that.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings oneshot #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings angst

[theviridianbunny]

🌶️💌HONOUR AND SERVE 💌🌶️

Summary: a smaller part of a longer fanfic (that’s a wip) …. Jackie and Viridian sweet and spicy times under the cut - featuring exchanges of feelings and fantasy. MINORS DNI PLEASE

A/N; This just under 1700 words of pure self indulgence (pleasure dom Jackie my beloved) - big shout out to @another-corpo-rat and @heywoodvirgin who’ve both been witnessing my descent into madness (affectionately) as I tried to write this idea out - this isn’t beta read or proof read - but I’m being brave and throwing it to the wind anyway ~💌

She took her cybernetic hand into his own - Viridian squeezed tightly. Her gaze to the ceiling and wandered over the many lights and shadows cast by the corpo plaza. The night had grown old.

“Jackie….” Her voice was soft as her eyes travelled over a large swooping Ray of orange light - cast from the dashing carps.

“Mi Amore?” his hand squeezing back at Viridian’s touch.

“You know….I love so many things about you… I- I love how strong you are” she started - as her gaze slowly migrated down to her lover's. “You're strong… but- but not just physically strong. You're emotionally strong. Emotionally in tune and emotionally capable-” there was a soft smile over her lips - Jackie noticed how her black lipgloss and the shimmer of her sage green eye shadow caught the light.

The two shared soft looks As she continued to speak. Sharing slow - gentle kisses between words.

“You could lift me up over your shoulders and cary me with such ease.” kiss “But then you could also sit and listen with me “ kiss” “- dance with me - hold me” kiss… “be vulnerable with me-”

Each kiss growing longer . Each kiss growing meaningful through the dark. Blooming like a flower into something more.

“Be vulnerable with me- and let me be vulnerable with you-” Her voice becoming a little slower- As she caught her breath. Inhaling and exhaling.

Feeling how Jackie let go of her hands - and how he pulled her close. How the two were sharing near skin contact- just thin layers of clothing was all that stood between them.

Viridian’s eyes fluttering shut as Jackie kissed her cheek - then her neck. The kisses were Intense - but not enough to bruise or mark.

“Wanna tell me what else I could do?” He asked- before continuing to kiss her neck - and his dominant hand brushed over the grey fabric of her cargos. Up and down - in the smoothest motion.

“You could… you could lift hold me - with your strong hands - ha-hands that are used to protect- but also to serve-”

As Viridian spoke - her own cybernetic hand came down to Jackie's over her thigh. She guided it- slowly to the chunky belt at her hips…

The two made eye contact and Jackie grinned. He watched how his loves keroshis glitched through the darkness.

“Continue- go on tell me more-” his voice was gentle as his hand hovered over the buckle.

“I-...I think about you a lot- I think about this a lot - about you taking off my cargos - about your hands - how you'll be gentle with me - but as time goes on - you'll become rougher-”

Her train of thought interrupted as jackie undid her belt buckle and the smaller zipper - and how both hands hooked at the waistband. A comfortable silence between the pair as Jackie lingered for a second- before he slowly slid her cargos down her thighs. He let them drop as he took a grab at his lover's ass - slapping it and grabbing at it . He grinned to himself as he heard how a stifled moan escaped Viridian’s lips - trying to find her words.

Taking a moment as Jackie waited Patiently- he always did… one hand now over the small of her back - bracing her against it as they shared a kiss. Viridian straddled over his denim and leather clad thighs - her hips grinding softly as the kiss broke. A blush spread across her cheeks like a sunset.

Her soft gaze travelled down Jackie's neck - down the black wiring that merged with golden circuitry.. across his broad shoulders and down his Dominant arm- tracing over the intricate linework of his tattoo of the holy rose - to his hand that rest on the frilled and colourful elastic waistband of her underwear.

“Do you want to get comfy and be vulnerable with me?” Jackie asked.

Viridian’s reply came as a kiss and an enthusiastic nod.

“Is here ok?” Jackie gestured to the couch they were resting on “or you wanna move to your bed?” He asked, the hand At the small of Viridian’s back tracing small circles.

“let's move” she stated , feeling Jackie's hand move - she backed away from the bigger man and got up. Shucking off her cargos as she stood - leaving them on the floor - they'd go in the wash later anyway…

Just in her underwear and signature Heart cut out crop - she beckoned the larger man up and then made her way over to the bed.

Switching on a soft light before Lounging on the softer sheets. Gazing over to Jackie as he quickly grabbed two cans of Nicola from the fridge - joining her now- he stood at the side of the bed and placed them down.

Viridian watched with focus and intent as Jackie slid off his chunky golden rings - delicately placing them down next to the nicola cans- before he opened the draw - grabbing a small bottle of lube.

The weight of The bed shifted as he joined her. Placing the bottle to his side.

“Come here to me” his voice was gentle - calm - reassuring. He didn't take his eyes off of his lover as she came to him - lounging over his denim and leather clad thighs.

They shared a succession of deep - hungry kisses as they held another.

“How you feeling viri?” He asked.

“Really good - Can't you tell Jac? ”

“Oh” he started - in between a baritone chuckle “oh i can tell” his hand playfully squeezing the soft flesh of her thigh “just wanted to check in”

“and how are you?” she asked softly -. The need for contact felt more and more desperate.

“All fine - all good - more than good” Jackie answered With a grin - before kissing gently down his lover's neck once more. He heard how her breathing hitched for a moment and how she needed him.

His hand trailed down between Viridian’s Legs - he felt her through her underwear. He heard how she breathed out a silent swear- in between a flustered groan.

“You're that desperate already?” He questioned. “Mi amore I can feel your desire - it radiates from you…”

Viridian grinned - grinding herself into Jackie's hand- she rest her head against his body as she bathed in the adrenaline and endorphins.

“I’m desperate for you- i want you to man handle me - to use your hands - I want to feel you inside me- please- god its all I need -it’s all I need from you my love-” the words fell from her - The weight of her desire feeling heavier and heavier.

“You want me to manhandle you with my strong hands, hm?” Jackie took his hand away from between viridian legs - the feeling of it gone felt strange…

Viridian’s eyes slowly closed as she breathed in time with her lover - hearing how the cap lid on the lube opened with a pop - and knowing where this was going.. raising her ass off of his thighs- going to remove her underwear until she felt Jackie's free hand pull at the gusset.

“Keep em on… just spread your legs open for me beautiful-” he near ordered - still with such a softness in his voice as he placed a kiss onto her forehead.

“Of course” she smiled - re positioning her legs - getting comfy over Jackie.

Then feeling the coldness of the lube against her cunt. Jackie’s finger stroking up and down - nice and slow.

“Need you - hmhg- Jac I need you-”

“ know you do carino-” Sinking one finger into her warmth - the ex corpo let out a whimper against him. Head against his shoulder.

“Oh fuck - oh fu-fuck that's hot - jac that's so hot -”

With one hand between her legs, Jackie’s free hand gently held the flesh of her thigh - watching how she squirmed and her hips bucked.

“mhh is it now?” he teased - working at her - feeling his own desire - how his cock strained against the fabric of his boxers.

Viridian nodded - in between a soft groan as Jackie removed his fingers from her - as to apply more lube.

“When I’m alone - when you’re away on a solo gig - it’s what gets me off- the thought of you - ” she groaned desperately against his skin. Feeling his fingers teasing against her again.

As he sunk his fingers deep inside her again - Jackie hummed in satisfaction

“That’s my girl - want to tell me what you think of when you’re alone?”

“I think of you” she started - trying to find the words as Jackie worked at her cunt.

“Go on- what am I doing, making you dinner ?” He joked - grinning - hearing how Viridian laughed in between a moan.

“Very fu-funny-” she breathed - “I think of you pinning me against the bed and ravaging me.. you'd be gentle at first Jac- but with time - you'd manhandle me- pull me into you and ravage me like a dog starved of meat- pull up my shirt and pull down my cargos - your hand eventually between my legs and mouth at my neck-”

“Christ- that’s hot-” he pressed a kiss to her neck - then another and then another. Each kiss was more desperate than the last. His free hand reaching to Viridian’s crop top - pulling it up - and palmed one of her breasts.

The noise that escaped the ex corpo was delightfully sinful.

“I need you- oh fuck- I need you sir-” she whined

“Sir?” He teasingly questioned - playing with her breast “Do you call me sir in your fantasies - mi amore?”

“Yes- oh -yes I-..I do” she breathed - hips grinding as she felt Jackie deep inside her . Feeling how the pace and motion became more rapid. The pair became desperate. Jackie was achingly hard now. Viridian was practically falling apart in his lap.

She’d thought she’d never been more turned on at that moment.

“Christ - that’s so hot- talk me through it-” he groaned “tell me everything that I do to you- don’t spare any details-” his voice so full of love.

“Yes sir-”

Jackie felt his cock twitch as she called him sir.

#oc: viridian #Jackie Welles #otp: to this #bunny's fanfic tag #Jackie x v #Jackie x female v #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #Jackie Welles x v

[wadinginthevelvet]

sorry but I love the Izzy “dangling my legs over the side of the ship” scene because like. he’s literally right. it DOES serve him right.

Ed was deeply heartbroken but coping healthily until Izzy got in his head & made him feel like all he deserved was destruction. Ed TRUSTED Izzy, and this person who he felt knew him & saw him & cared about him essentially confirming in his view that he doesn’t deserve good things and only has worth as a monster— that being soft was worse for him than being dead— made him feel that he truly was unloveable and shoved him over the edge into the Kraken persona. plus Izzy ASKED him to be violent! he grinned when he cut off his toe! the beginning of s2 is Izzy realizing that a. Ed is not actually happy as Blackbeard and is in fact destroying himself and b. Izzy himself has grown to care for this crew in a way he didn’t realize he had and maybe actually has some human empathy. and doesn’t want them to be brutalized. which I honestly don’t think he had a handle on before it was too late & he’d already set them up for this level of violence. and also clearly he did NOT know Ed in the way he thought he did! he didn’t realize he cared about the crew like that, but he also didn’t think Kraken-Ed would be that intense. he thought that horrible pep talk was what Ed needed to get back to being pre-Stede Blackbeard, not realizing that pre-Stede Blackbeard was a facade Ed was already deeply unhappy and insecure underneath, but also failing to comprehend (or even notice) the extent of Ed’s trauma and lack of self-worth and the fairly obvious (to anyone who actually knew or understood Ed) fact that telling him those things would shatter his very fragile belief that he deserved these tenuous but brave attempts at taking care of himself and trying to become who he wanted to be. Kraken-Ed was not who Izzy thought he would trigger when he gave him the talk, because he didn’t actually know or understand him like he thought he did. & that’s what he’s coming to terms with in s2 and it is a wonderful arc! lots of people have written fantastic metas about Izzy & his motivations and the complexity of his realization that he didn’t know Ed like he though he did & wasn’t close to him like he thought he was so I won’t bother to fully go into that here as interesting as it is. but like.. he asked for violence & he got it. he didn’t have a good handle on his own feelings about the crew/piracy and he evidently had zero handle on Ed’s (he is masterful at suppression but isn’t emotionally intelligent enough to be able to tell Ed is too), and while yeah it was Ed’s trauma and whole brutal career as a pirate and this glimpse at a different future and Stede’s betrayal all coming together to cause Ed’s eventual breakdown, Izzy’s talk is what made him give up and pushed him overboard into the Kraken era. he convinced him he was worthless if he wasn’t a monster, & in doing so unleashed that monster onto himself and the crew. he taunted the shark and lost a leg. I don’t think there’s anything unhealthy about him framing it like that— he isn’t suppressing his feelings about it or pretending it didn’t happen— he’s just processing & accepting the truth of the matter. when Lucius says Blackbeard cut off his leg and Izzy says “a shark did this”, he’s acknowledging it wasn’t really Ed who shot him, but a violent, hopeless, actively suicidal caricature of Blackbeard, a monster Izzy helped create. Izzy isn’t Ed’s victim— they’re an eye for an eye now. and I’m glad he acknowledged it like that

#lucius’s situation literally could not be more different!! #he really is a victim! #and that’s why they have to cope in different ways! #also sorry if he’s your babygirl & you think ed abused him or whatever but like. not sure what show you’ve been watching #he is such an interesting character precisely because of his terrible mistakes and deep entrenchment in harmful ideals!!! #that’s what makes his development this season so fun! not because he was always a poor little meow meow who deserved the world or something #sure sure he’s babygirl but not because he was a good guy that dude sucked! and isn’t that way more interesting! #he’s so fucked up and that is way more fun. #let him be your evil babygirl. your babygirl who lost his leg & kind of fucking deserved it. and now gets to be a genre shifted babygirl #he can learn & grow & become a better person & get forgiven because that’s what happens in this show! that’s what happens on this ship! #and now he gets to be a muppet <3 #anyways. #our flag means death #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #ed teach #blackbeard #blackhands #edizzy #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd 2x01 #ofmd 2x02 #ofmd 2x03 #ofmd 2x04 #ofmd 2x05 #ofmd meta

[hanamiyama-basketball-club]

losing my fucking mind over bravern ep 11 and my usual victims are either not caught up or not off work in preparation for going to a tf convention like I am, so

ep 11 spoilers below the cut

I don't like to engage in serious speculation bc I don't know what the fuck is going to happen in this show (in a good way) and I don't want to work myself up for something that doesn't happen and end up feeling disappointed just bc a different great thing happened

but like we've got one episode left (? though *some* kind of announcement is coming on Monday in Hobby Japan magazine apparently) and one of our leads is dead again (again) and also I think it's fairly likely they fucked on the beach?? so some disorganized thoughts

WHO DREW THE AIAIGASA. BRAVERN'S FINGERS ARE TOO BIG or is that why bravern's name is too large to fit under the umbrella (which is especially funny bc bravern, too, is too large to fit under the umbrella but he would try) WAS IT ISAMI THIS IS CRUCIAL

they might not have had the campfire time in the bad end timeline bc they said that was partly bc superbia told them about the remaining deathdrives. but if they DID there wasn't anyone to interrupt them. so. at least they didn't die virgins (for the purposes of this joke bravern is a virgin bc he's only existed for a week)

does superbia know they fucked

it is kind of funny that lulu going back in time made things *worse* (or so it seems, I'm sure smith/bravern will be fine somehow) bc yeah they both died but at least they saved the world first. separate post about heroism in bravern being about the people you love and not about saving the world incoming tho (I am sure it will work out for the best but I just said elsewhere that at least bad end means they won't die! *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*)

we've had two time travels and you'd expect either one or three. and isami has been fairly passive narratively. is this when isami finally takes control of his own destiny and activates bravern's core to go back and fix (something)

there's a version of this story where he goes back and redoes the entire situation, smith never dies and never becomes bravern and accepts himself and his human limitations. and that could be good or bad but I don't personally think this is it

more importantly imo: HE NEEDS TO SAY IT BACK. if I was writing this that would be the key. he needs the courage to admit he loves bravern too. it's pretty obvious now (I mean. he was lying back with his arms up waiting to be kissed-and-more, bro was READY) but saying it is another thing entirely. If Smith realising his love created Bravern then Isami accepting his love can activate the core

smith/bravern constantly saying "yuuki bakuhatsu/brave bang" at death feels like it should mean more than just "title drop lol". first time it felt like "bro don't tell him how brave you are for blowing yourself up right as you die live on zoom" but the fact that he did it again? or maybe it's just that that's going to be what makes isami figure it out, like the curry was for lulu. but I want it to mean that isami, specifically, needs to explode his courage. hopefully not literally, but I think he needs to do something emotionally brave that he initiates

then again it might just be title drop lol bc I'm pretty sure some stuff is literally just there bc obari thinks it's cool and honestly if following his heart has gotten us this far then he's doing something right

there's enough of a hole in bravern's side for isami to climb back inside him and whatever happens next I hope he does. get in the robot boyfriend isami

bravern sounded more and more human when talking at the campfire. like he wasn't as blustery as he usually is as bravern, and he wasn't pretending not to have ever been human. (though he is still watashi-ing rather than ore-ing, when he slipped up in ep 9) idk if isami noticed though, he kind of had some other stuff going on

I do now think this will end with smith accepting his human limitations and the things that humans can do when they work together (not a euphemism) (not not a euphemism either). maybe human smith is still in there, if he could bring robot parts from death maybe he could also bring and reassemble his flesh. it doesn't require any *more* stretch of the imagination. isami climbs inside, finds him, loves him, and brings him out to help save the day (superbia can gattai with what's left of bravern or something idk)

"aren't you writing a story where becoming bravern is a transition analogy" A. how do you know that B. yes and I'm going to try to finish it before the finale bc it is still a fun story, but that isn't the story that bravern was ever telling and I didn't think it was. it's just an adjacent and overlapping story. (Also, sometimes the opposite of a trans story is also a trans story! Sometimes the big robot is transition and sometimes the big robot is the closet! Being trans is both about changing to something new and accepting who you were born to be; it's just a matter of how you look at it.)

ira's hot though

ilu segnities. big kansai robo

WHY CAN'T BRAVERN EAT what's sustaining him, is it pure love. the deathdrives power themselves by absorbing lulus but he's not doing that, and superbia clearly absorbs power through his hole (serious face). he can't accept love (home cooked food) in this body... this isn't a "what a plot hole" btw this is a "this feels thematic"

did isami actually own a hawaiian shirt this whole time bc I don't think we've ever seen him in civvies so that feels unlikely. was it smith's and isami brought it in memory of him. did bravern 3D print it

can't believe they fucked on the beach though

like the kiss scene is kind of a joke but also. like. only in that it was so dramatic and lulu walking in on her parents about to do it. isami was so ready to go

and then they frolicked on the beach

wow

please I don't want it to end but I also don't want it to end there please please please

I literally broke my N key in half typing OH NO OH NO OH NO in the chat

love is a spiral, an intersecting spiral

they have to get married now right

what is this series

#bravern #bravern spoilers #bbbb spoilers #yuuki bakuhatsu bang bravern

[a-model-of-propriety]

Anyone else ever think about why the song "Letting Go" exists in the first place?

I mean, it's a part of the show from pretty much the beginning (i know for a fact it's in at least one of the '80s demos) and, despite undergoing significant rewrites over the years, it always remains a part of the show.

But... why?

Narratively, the song doesn't seem to do all that much. It gives us a glimpse into the dynamic between Lisa and Sir Danvers, but we don't really return to that dynamic very often throughout the rest of the show, so it doesn't seem like an integral enough part to survive cuts where other songs like "The World Has Gone Insane" get left behind.

And yet, the song inexplicably survives.

Though the song in its final form doesn't do much in the show, I see a couple ways that I think it could have become a masterstroke in storytelling.

First: In both the 1987 demo and the 1990 highlights album, I believe "Letting Go" is sung by Jekyll and Lisa. This made me consider an alternate version of the story where, instead of Lisa's "When you need me, if you need me, you know where I'll be" after "Once Upon a Dream", they break off the engagement because they have become so distant.

What if, in this hypothetical version of the show, they reprise "Letting Go" as they part? This song then becomes a gut-punch to the audience; though we know both Jekyll and Lisa adore each other, the time must always come to "let go" of the person you adore, even though it hurts.

(I will admit, this idea is heavily inspired by the song "Your Father's Eyes" in Frankenstein: A New Musical. I am adamant that that song only exists so that Victor can reprise it to the Creature at the end. The Danvers + Lisa "Letting Go" would serve a similar purpose in this: it exists solely so that it can be reprised in a far more emotionally devastating setting.)

Second: In the Broadway version, Sir Danvers sings the line "I think I would die if any harm should come to you." In the end, harm very nearly did come to Lisa/Emma. Hyde had her in his grasp! And yet, Danvers survives the tale to become a narrator, despite the fact that he is one of only two major deaths in the original story.

What if—in the musical—he didn't survive? What if that line was foreshadowing his death in the Wedding Reception? Say, for example, Hyde moves to grab Lisa and Danvers gets in his way, encouraging Hyde to send him off to follow Stride and the other Board members who got in Jekyll's way.

"Letting Go", then, signals to those in the audience that the writers know Danvers' fate in the book, reminding us that Danvers truly was doomed from the beginning.

TLDR: The song "Letting Go" doesn't serve much of a purpose in the current iteration of Jekyll & Hyde, but it has the potential to set up incredibly heart-wrenching moments later in the show if anyone is ever brave enough to do a proper revival.

#seph speaks #jekyll and hyde #jekyll and hyde musical #henry jekyll #lisa carew #emma carew #sir danvers carew #seph thinks too much #appreciate the placement of the readmore i find it incredibly dramatic <3 #i have had these thoughts swirling in my head for WEEKS but am only now brave enough to put them out into the world #frank wildhorn let me rewrite your show pls i will make it better i promise

[masterwords]

I don’t know if you already have this domesticity prompt but if not: May I ask about Jack calling Derek dad for the first time even if it’s been a while Hotch and him are living together?

I did not have this one so thank you! I do have one that is in a similar vein and would make a very very sweet follow-up to this little shorty though. We'll see if I can be tough and brave enough to emotionally gut myself (and all of you) with it after this one already got me in all the feelers. Thank you for sending this in, it was a joy to write. Feel free to send asks anytime. I may be slow slow slow sometimes but I'll get there eventually.

Did I post this screencap set today specifically so I could make today all about Derek and Jack? Yeah. I sure did.

Summary: Derek comes to do a presentation for Jack's classroom for career day and Jack springs something pretty big on him in front of everyone.

Warnings: brief mention of death (Derek's father & Haley)

Words: 1.7k

Read below the cut or on AO3!

** got it all **

“Jack, tell us who you brought to class today,” Mrs. Jackson said, standing near the chalkboard with a smile. She scooted close to her desk, a clipboard in one hand, her cane in the other. She was well past retirement age and yet she couldn't quite give it up. Maybe next year, that was always her mantra.

Jack, whose legs were still too short to even reach the floor when he sat all the way back in his chair, kicked his feet excitedly and beamed. “Come on up honey, you can introduce him.”

Doing as instructed, Jack nearly knocked his desk over in pure excitement. Standing in front of his peers, he looked around and bounced a little on the balls of his feet. The adrenaline rush was coursing through his tiny body.

From the doorway, leaning against the wall, Derek stood and watched with a smile. Jack had his classroom's undivided attention, and though he was considerably more emotive than his father, he could see so much of Hotch in the way he stood there. In the way he never expected anyone to look at anything else. In the way he knew that what he had to say was important.

“Jack?”

“I brought the coolest guy in the world,” he started, like he was reading from an invisible script. And it turned out, he was. Hotch had helped him prepare his entire speech in the days before, hushed little whispers, co-conspirators. Derek had no idea what he was going to say and was excited to finally see the fruits of their labor.

He wasn't prepared for what Jack was going to say. Not even a little.

“Seriously. He's an FBI Agent and he used to be a police and he can run about a million miles without even being tired. He's kind of like the Terminator.”

“Who is he?” Mrs. Jackson asked, a little exasperated. This was her fifth presentation that wasn't quite able to get to the point. Derek laughed a little and knew this wasn't exactly what they'd rehearsed but it sounded good anyway.

“His name is Derek and he's my dad!”

Oh...oh no, Derek thought, his heartbeat increasing rapidly. Dangerously close to beating right up through his throat. It wasn't easy to knock him off of his game, except when a six year old calls you dad for the first time. He wondered if that part was prepared, and if it was, how in the hell Hotch managed to keep that under wraps for days. And if he'd pushed Jack or if that was all him. He whipped out his phone quickly and shot a text to Hotch before entering the room as tall as he could with barely contained tears in his eyes.

Dad? That was it, that was the text. Hotch would know.

“Everyone say hello to Jack's father,” she paused, reading from her clipboard. “Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan.”

A hand shot up into the air immediately, a boy right in front. Derek knew it was going to be trouble. “What's up kid?”

“How come you don't have the same last name?”

That wasn't what Derek expected. Not even close, and he breathed a visible sigh of relief. “Maybe we will someday, huh? Anyway, it's really nice to be here. Thanks for inviting me! Does anyone here know what an FBI Agent does?”

A dozen hands shot up into the air and Mrs. Jackson urged Jack to sit back down. Derek felt his phone buzz against his thigh, but somehow the look of pride on Jack's face told him all he needed to know. That whole dad thing had been entirely his idea, the little shit. Blindsiding him like that in front of a crowd. More than once he had to clear the emotion from his throat before he could continue.

“In order to be the best you can be in this job, you gotta stay in great shape. When Jack said I was like the Terminator, he was exaggerating...but I do keep myself in the best shape I can so I don't get hurt or hurt anyone else.”

“And so you can catch the bad guys!”

“Yeah. You want a little taste of what I do with new recruits?”

Mrs. Jackson let him take the class outside to run through a short obstacle course he set up for them to simulate some training exercises he taught at the Academy. The kids had a blast jumping over gymnastics blocks, crawling under nets and running to the finish line.

“I think you win today,” Mrs. Jackson said as she stood beside Derek. “The kids got to meet a puppy, hold a snake and learn how to bake cookies but I don't think anything compares to some good old fashioned play.”

“Gotta get 'em moving. Kids love moving.”

“You know,” she said, looking up at him. “I know that Jack's homelife has been rough the last few years. He's really been through a lot. He and his father.” Derek nodded in agreement, not sure exactly where this was going. He'd already been startled enough today, he wasn't going to try and predict it. “But since you became a big part of their lives, I've seen a change. Jack went from being quiet and withdrawn to the little boy you saw commanding a classroom's attention. He really looks up to you.”

Derek sniffled a little and nodded. “Thanks.”

“No, it's not just an empty compliment young man. When I asked them last week to draw their hero, he drew you.”

Jack had always called Hotch a hero. No one beats daddy. He couldn't count how many times he'd overheard that from Jack's room. It was never even a thought for him, he just knew.

“Me?”

“You.”

He nodded and smiled, wanting to finally take a look at the text. He heard it in Hotch's voice and had to turn away before he actually started crying.

His idea, not mine. Hope that's okay. I couldn't talk him out of it.

Mrs. Jackson smiled and patted him on the arm, recognizing that he needed a moment. She made her way over to wrangle the kids, get them to line up so they could go inside and grab their things before the bell rang. That left Derek, for the moment, entirely alone.

Why would you talk him out of it? Derek sent back, watching the kids walk single file back to the classroom. Jack waved at him and he waved back.

His phone rang and he picked it up on the first ring. His heart was hammering in his chest. “I thought maybe text wasn't appropriate for this conversation,” Hotch started without even so much as a hello. He was at his desk, door closed, and still barely felt comfortable having the conversation. At least he wasn't on his desk phone. “I didn't mean it the way it sounded. The reason I tried to talk him out of it was that I wasn't sure doing it in front of a crowd was going to be the best first time, not that I didn't want him to call you dad.”

“So you're uh...” Derek paused, clearing thick emotion from his throat. “So you're okay with it?”

“Okay?” Hotch asked, confused. He couldn't imagine why Derek would even question it. “Are you really concerned that I wouldn't want him to think of you that way?”

“No, I guess not, I just...after Haley...”

He didn't get an opportunity to finish his sentence before the bell was ringing and kids were flooding the blacktop around him. He would talk to Hotch about it later, about how he'd been concerned about over-stepping, about seeming like he was trying to take Haley's place in some way. His mother never bothered with dating again after his dad died, she said she only wanted one man and Hank Morgan was that man. Her life revolved around her kids after that, and Derek couldn't help feeling like he was intruding on Hotch and Jack's life in that respect. Taking something that didn't belong to him.

Jack bounded up behind him and wrapped himself around Derek's legs, tearing down all of that fear. “Hey buddy! I'm on the phone with your dad right now, you wanna say hi?”

“Hiiii dad! Dad and dad!” he repeated the word a few more times with a silly look on his face and Derek knew he had no interest in the phone. Not now. He was too busy turning the word dad into a jumble of meaningless sounds.

“Jack's dad! Jack's dad!” another boy shouted from the swings and Jack erupted in a fit of giggles over the sound of his name lumped in. His own name became nonsense on his lips.

“I gotta go. Things are devolving rapidly here. Think I'll take the kid out for ice cream, we'll pick you up at six yeah?”

“Better make it seven. I just got a pile of requests dumped on my desk. Go have fun. Dad.”

“ICE CREAM!” Jack shouted excitedly and Hotch made a stifled grunting sound. He'd do just about anything for a waffle cone filled with mint chip or rocky road. Something with lots of frozen crunchy bits that he could take his frustration out on. Anything was better than the salad he'd brought for lunch that was wilted and soggy by the time he had a chance to sit down and eat it.

“You know what? Scratch that. Make it five. I'm putting these on your desk.”

Derek let out a huge laugh and shook his head. He knew he'd been pushing his luck with the ice cream thing, but he got away with it until Jack's excitement. “You're a s-h-i-t-h-e-a-d,” he said, spelling out the bad word for Hotch while Jack stared up at him.

“Ooooooooohhhhhh...I know what THAT spells!” The serious look on Jack's face nearly made Derek lose it entirely.

“What exactly are they teaching you guys here huh? Come on. Let's go get some ice cream. Maybe if the less-fun daddy is nice and only puts half the stack on my desk, we can bring him some too.”

#derek morgan #jack hotchner #aaron hotchner #hotchgan #fanfiction

[dyed-red]

Thinking about John with all the posts on the dash. Thinking about how he was such an emotionally cowardly person?

Like a brave mean tough son of a bitch who'd do what had to be done? Yes

A loving if deeply flawed father who'd face down hell and all he hates for his sons? Yes

But a coward in the face of his own shortcomings and shame? Yes

Like - let's lie to Sam his entire life and say it's to protect him when really I'm terrified of what it all might mean. Keep Sam from the burden of knowledge about how his mother died and what it all might mean, even if not knowing puts him in danger, even if it won't protect him at all, even if he's a goddamn target and needs to know -- and pretend it's protection instead of terror guiding that choice.

Because if you hide the truth long enough, then maybe just maybe you'll never to look at him and see a monster. Maybe you'll never have to look in his eyes and see the horror when he learns the truth. See the betrayal.

Because if you bury the truth deep enough maybe Sam and Dean will never learn that Mary sold them to this.

(Because John must have known, have learned at some point, we know the entries in his journal of the parents and families that Azazel visited, families that John interviewed. He knew, eventually. He was protecting her memory too, too cowardly to face that truth either.)

He does the same thing with Ellen. Never tells the boys who she is, that she's a friend, an ally, a person they can actually trust and rely on. He hides her existence from them because he blames himself for Bill's death, and ultimately he's just protecting himself from the shame. From his kids hearing that story, from having to reckon with it. He cuts Sam and Dean off from a genuine ally in his fear and in his selfishness.

(and if we allow that Kripke originally intended for Jo to be John's daughter, he cut his kids off from their actual family, their sister, so as to hide the evidence, the shame of what he did with Ellen when Bill was still around. Maybe even a little the shame of stepping out on the memory of Mary. And look where that gets Dean and Jo.)

Look at all the ways John's secrets come back to bite people, the very people he pretends he's protecting by lying to them. Lying doesn't keep people safe, it never keeps them safe. He knows what Mary's lies brought to their family.

He knows better, and yet. And yet. That's the lie he tells to himself.

It's selfish and self-serving, a child hiding the sheets after wetting the bed. It doesn't change the smell of piss.

John loves his sons. He loved his wife. He might even have loved Ellen. Loves too, in his own ornery way, Pastor Jim, Bobby, Caleb. None of this diminishes that, nor that he wanted, desperately, to protect them.

But none of that love or hope or courage or intellect diminishes this either, that John is fearful, is cowardly with his shame, and he hides like a child rather than trust the ones he loves the most.

#hmmm how on earth to tag this #is it crit? #probably but i don't mean it negatively #its more of a #character study #the perennial problem of john winchester #John crit #i guess #but in no way anti #he's flawed it's what makes him a good character #his secrecy is his tragic flaw in a sense #it moves the play forward despite being unnecessary and destructive #so easy from the outside to amend #so impossible from the inside to overcome #it was always going to be this way #so I guess I'm saying John is a tragedy #and supernatural is the aftermath #this haunting is hereditary #this haunting is architectural

[tired-biscuit]

Ever think about kibas dad? How he ran away from the clan bc his mom scared him off? When did that man leave? No father figure now he gotta be the most macho man ever.

i love this ask, thank you for sending it. my thoughts are under the cut, i hope you don’t mind the headcanons i’ve come up with!!

yeah, i actually have already written about kiba’s feelings revolving around his dad’s absence in a fic of mine that i finished last year.

i like to think that not having a father figure around would have bothered him mostly in his childhood years, when he’s still young enough that he lives at home and is still sort of figuring out how to find himself; especially if you consider the fact that he’s the only man left in the house as a result.

to me, kiba strikes me as a ‘stereotypical’ boy. he likes ‘manly’ things and he wants to do ‘manly’ stuff and have ‘manly’ hobbies, if you get what i mean?

he wants to go fishing, and wants to learn how to be the one that fixes things around the house without having to ask for help. he wants to learn how to shave without cutting his cheek every single time, and to go camping in the wilderness, and to just be able to understand this entirely male side of him (both mentally and physically) that his mom and sister can’t really help him deal with sometimes, because they can’t really relate with it first hand, even if they do try to understand it better for his sake.

being the only boy in a women-only household, he wants his masculinity to stand out. consequently, he wants his dad to be his hero and his role model and whatnot, not his mom, just because he’s still young and he relates more to his old man at that time (even though the only thing they have in common is that they’re the same gender.)

it’s an outright silly way of thinking if you ask me, perhaps even old fashioned to some degree, but you can’t really blame him, he’s practically still just a kid. and luckily for him, he loses that mentality by the time he reaches adulthood, or at best when he hits the end of puberty.

i think that’s also the time when he starts to cherish his mom more and all that she does for him. he also lands on common ground with his sister, now that he’s more mature and understands her better.

but yeah, i do think kid kiba has always had this amazing image of his dad set in his head even though the fact that he went completely AWOL on him disappoints him more than he tends to admit. after all, loyalty is a trait that he respects the most in a person because he’s immensely loyal himself. he doesn’t just ‘give up’ when things get bad — it’s literally not in his blood. and the fact that he shares said blood with someone who’s a ‘coward’ in his eyes so to speak, repulses him greatly by the time he’s grown into a man.

though by saying that he doesn’t relent, i don’t mean that he’d be pushy for his parents to stay together even if it just wouldn’t work between them, of course. sure, kiba’s stubborn like a bull and is incredibly determined (sometimes overwhelmingly so), but he’s also intuitive and surprisingly emotionally smart. he can read the room (he’s just blunt and honest to the point that he comes across as mean and inconsiderate in most situations, and even then it’s done purely by choice), so imo, he could have handled his parents getting divorced completely fine at the end of the day.

so yeah, he doesn’t mind having divorced parents. the problem that he has with his father isn’t that he left, per se, it’s rather the way he left that bothers him. that he just… picked up his stuff and ran as far as his feet were willing to carry him instead of being direct and sorting it out bravely like most inuzuka tend to do, ya know? it shatters that perfect, strong, courageous image that he’s always painted of his dad, who is of course; a man, much like he is himself and he definitely does not want to represent cowardice!

but at the end of the day, he’s got his mom and his sister who he’s super close with now. and while he does seem to be pretty content with that by the time he’s older, that entire comment he made in shippuden made it seem like he is (or at least used to be) upset/disappointed by his dad pulling the ‘i’m just going to the store to get some milk, brb’ move on him and his sibling, which is to be expected of course..….…..

if anything else, i think besides the bitter feelings, the absence of a father figure would give him the motivation and mental push to strive to be the best one he could be for his own children, if he had any. it’s definitely a coping mechanism that i see working well with his personality.

and btw, that doesn’t mean that tsume didn’t do a great job at raising both him and hana or that he doesn’t love his mom to bits. she’s the type of woman to obtain both parental figures and absolutely rocks them whilst doing so. truly a badass mom!!

also, i will always stand by the fact that kiba eventually grew into the role of becoming a momma’s boy one way or another.

#biscuit mail #kiba

[bodybeyondstories]

Growth Notes 1 - Omar

I had this weird idea for a growth/macro series of short one-offs and vignettes, but told through the perspective of a therapist.

This starts with Omar, who is working through his changes with his partner, Marcus, and adjusting to an overabundance of dick.

Others in this series: Trevor | Sky

MaleTF // dick growth // growth // macro

“Anyways, thanks for seeing us on such short notice, it’s kind of hard to find a specialist for…Aughhh!” Omar was cut off by a burst of visible discomfort, his face scrunching up in concentration, as if he was trying to physically hold himself together.

“Babe, another one? That’s the third time this week,” said Marcus, resting his hand gently on his partner’s thigh.

“Fourth, actually,” responded Omar, with a wry grimace in his Marcus’s direction. He grabbed his hand, looking flushed. “I’m fine, really.”

“Let me get you some water,” I interrupted, getting out of my seat to retrieve some bottles of store-brand mineral water from the mini fridge in the corner of my office.

“No, no, I’m really fine,” said Omar, holding his hands up, pleading for everyone to just chill. “But thank you,” he relented, taking the bottle from my outstretched hand. As he slipped off the cap and started downing its contents, looking visibly relieved in the face of his sudden discomfort, I made a mental note that maybe Omar was too good at putting on a brave face. Sometimes my patients can have a hard time opening up or even admitting unease, which isn’t uncommon when it comes to this condition.

“If you don’t mind me asking, was that a symptom of the disorder?” I asked. “I’m not a medical doctor, I just take care of the therapy and counseling side of things,” I explained. “But also, there’s still a lot we don’t know about…all this.”

I’m a therapist, and I specialize in body issues, especially when it comes to sudden changes. Usually, that’s focused on recovering emotionally from major surgeries or injuries, helping people rediscover their bodies and adjust to the new rhythms of their lives. But increasingly, I’ve gotten referrals for this…Macro Syndrome? I’m not sure what the exact name is, but that’s what people have been calling it. The causes are still unclear and the treatment is experimental at best, but from what I can tell, it’s some sort of growth spurt that’s been hitting men randomly, usually in their late-20s or older.

At first I didn’t believe it. The thing is that the majority of cases just resemble a late growth spurt, but a small percentage end up being much more, even going so far as to limit patients’ abilities to live normal lives. For a while there had been chatter on social media and various sites, but the more severe cases looked like well-done fakes, which I have a good eye for (but don’t get me wrong, I love a good morph). But then the referrals started trickling in, and I began to adjust my practice to helping clients with this mysterious disorder.

So in this case Marcus had reached out, concerned that his partner, Omar, recently diagnosed, wasn’t taking this seriously enough. This happens fairly regularly. Even after the physical changes are evident, a patient will often deny or downplay any emotional issues until their partner hears from a friend of a friend and sends them to me. In this case, I suggested they come in together, reasoning that it would be good for them to work through these changes as a team.

At 6’6”, Omar was sizeable, but nothing truly out of the ordinary, even with the added caveat that he, at 27, had been only 6’1” a few months earlier. But what was interesting in this case was that it wasn’t the usual gradual change, but instead these…

“Flashes, I call them,” explained Omar. “It’s like my body tenses up and I get really hot and then…well, my clothes don’t fit like they used to.”

“Can I ask how it feels when it’s happening?” I inquired. “You looked like you were in pain.”

“Honestly, it’s not that bad. It’s starting to feel kind of good, actually. It’s just…things get to be very constricting...”

“Which is also why we’re here,” added Marcus. “Our sex life has taken some turns,” he said, with a wry smile in Omar’s direction.

“Well, yeah,” said Omar. “When it started I didn’t think it was a big deal or anything. A late growth spurt or something. But then there was…this,” he said, gesturing to his crotch.

When Omar pushed aside the flaps of his trench coat, my eyes settled on what I had previously assumed was a cute shoulder bag sitting in his lap. And it sort of was. Or had been. But was, I assumed, recently altered to be repurposed as camouflage for…a very large bulge.

Omar wasn’t my first patient whose growth was disproportionate. Or who had had to find increasingly creative ways to shield view of what was otherwise a comically large protrusion splitting the seams of their already-worn-down-twice-altered pants. But this was the first whose mind blowing growth I got to witness in real time.

“Oof,” muttered Omar, his face a dance of discomfort and reluctant pleasure, as the shaft of his dick lurched ever so slightly farther down his thigh, the head getting dangerously close to surpassing his knee. “Aftershocks.”

“It happened again?” gasped Marcus.

“It happened again,” said Omar, his eyes affixed to the ridiculous pipe constrained in his pants.

“Now that was out of the ordinary,” I thought out loud, my eyes still reeling from the sight of the massive bulge in Omar’s well-worn denim, itself showing that telltale patch of worn crotch, except at a comic scale. You could see the history of unexplained growth through every frayed strip.

“Yeah. It hit me mostly in my dick. They don’t know why. I guess it’s better than some of those dudes that grow through the ceiling, but doc…it’s not slowing down. I usually need to wear compression shorts all the time now, and sometimes I feel like I can almost hear them straining, like my dick’s about to pulse through them. Not to mention this thing might break my boyfriend in half.”

“At first I loved it,” Marcus cut in. “But after a while, we had to slow down.”

“All the way down,” added Omar. “I’ve read about some of the other…cases, like this, there were some series injuries. Some of those guys…” Omar trailed off, glancing pointedly at his dick with a mixture of apprehension, worry, and awe.

I offered a reassuring gesture, saying “It’s best to not fall down Internet rabbit holes on this, you’re just going to exacerbate your own anxiety. And this likely won’t end up being a serious case.”

“It sure feels serious,” said Omar, his look of worry shifting from his massive member towards me. “I could probably work from home if it gets bad enough, but I still go out in public. And it’s getting harder to hide this thing. We went to our favorite bar a few nights ago to have some fun and catch up with the girls and get our minds off things, but I was…a little overstimulated.”

“Nowadays, when he gets going he really gets going,” said Marcus.

“And we have to take care of it before it makes a scene,” added Omar, rolling his eyes.

“So Omar gets that look on his face and I take us to a private bathroom. And I was feeling flexible that night.”

“And it got…all the way in.”

“Which we haven’t been able to do in a while.”

“And it felt soooo good, but then,” he paused, caressing his lover’s hand. “I had an episode.”

“It was like I could feel it growing inside me, I didn’t know how I could hold it all.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, Omar,” I said, “how did it feel?”

“Dizzy?” he responded, tucking his head in introspection. “I mean usually I have this rush of intense heat and maybe a…prickly sensation along my skin, and I can feel my heart pounding through my entire body, but this time it was disorienting. Like when you stand up too fast or the blood rushes from your head or whatever and then suddenly it was like I lost control…”

“Control of what?”

“Of my dick,” he said, gesturing to his over-full crotch. “Like I’m always trying to hold it back, hold my entire body together, but then I let go and it extends further.”

“That must be a weird feeling to get used to.”

“I’d rather not have to get used to it,” said Omar, with a nervous chuckle. “We have to find more and more creative ways to hide this thing, and it’s not like the other growth hasn’t come with its own issues. People at work are kind of starting to notice, and I don’t want rumors getting around that I have a bad case.”

“I take it you’re not the only one at your workplace with the disorder.”

“Well I guess now I am, but I’m not the first…” he drifted off. “So I work in shipping and logistics, and I used to be one of the guys on the floor, but they stuck me in management last year, my own cubicle and everything. One of the warehouse guys, Jeff, got hit by it hard.”

“Jeff, your coworker, had the syndrome? It can be good to have a colleague who’s already been through it. But it sounds like he’s no longer there?”

“Well. He hung in there for as long as he could until there were one too many incidents.”

“Like what? If you don’t mind sharing.”

Omar shifted his posture, leaning back in his chair, his eyes searching the ceiling as if to gather his thoughts together in some sort of workable, believable story.

“So here’s the thing,” he said, after a sustained pause. “Jeff, before, was like 5’6”, 5’7” maybe, so from early on there was really no hiding it. We had went out for drinks to celebrate his 30th birthday when we really started noticing the changes. At that point he was just shy of 5’10”, but growing fast. At work we would tease him for a while, but it was pretty lighthearted, I think. You’re finally tall enough to operate the forklift. Stuff like that. And we started lending him spare boots and pants that were a few sizes above his usual. He would always wait too long to adjust his clothes, kept saying Nah, it’s fine, the growth should actually stop soon. And then, of course, he would burst right through the seat of his pants. At one point he would just rip the sleeves off his shirt and get back to what he was doing. Honestly, we thought it was funny.”

“So it was a welcoming environment.”

“Yeah, I guess. We thought it was cool, and so did he, and after he hit 6’3” we started measuring his height every week. But his feet,” Omar leaned forward with a burst of focus, eyes wide open and hands splayed farther and farther apart, “were really the showstoppers. They were already big for his size, before, I think like 13s, but they seemed like they were growing faster than the rest of him. And the rest of him was really growing. So we had to start getting specially made work uniforms, which wasn’t a huge deal, but eventually sourcing work boots above a size 19 became more and more of a hassle. We all started pooling money together to keep getting his uniform adjusted so he didn’t get fired, but once he passed like, eight feet maybe, he couldn’t really operate the machinery all that well. He also stopped letting us measure him, didn’t think it was funny anymore. Which was understandable…”

“So why did he leave?”

“Hmmm, well at one point, he was massive, easily over 11 feet. And was having a lot of trouble getting used to his new size, especially with those feet. Sometimes shoe companies will do little sponsorship deals for people with the syndrome, free advertising or whatever, but even that has its limits. Also he just became too big to do a lot of tasks, and the company got tired of making adjustments. So they convinced him to take some time off…and…I don’t think we’ve heard from him in a bit.”

“He’s probably fine,” Marcus cut in with a reassuring glance. “Just figuring things out,” he added, turning to me with a look of expectant affirmation.

“Life changes like that can happen in more serious cases, but people are usually better at adjusting than they think they’ll be,” I offered.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess,” said Omar in tepid agreement, his eyes glancing anxiously at his crotch.

---

A few months later, they came in for their usual appointment. They had missed the last couple because life gets in the way, so I was anxious to catch up. Marcus led the way, Omar following behind in his now usual trench coat and shoulder bag carefully positioned in front. He had developed a habit of walking closely behind his lover to avoid any unwanted attention, but as settled into his chair with mild discomfort, I realized that that technique had already become obsolete. The good news was that they were pretty certain that the growth had finally stopped, his height topping out just over 6’10”, nothing compared to the gargantuan stature of his coworker. But when it came to their respective endowments, he probably blew Jeff out of the water. As he settled into his seat, he tried—and failed—to inconspicuously resist bending his knees, instead opting to hold his legs out straight to the floor, crossing one ankle lightly over the other with what seemed to be a carefully practiced performance of nonchalance.

“It’s okay, everyone stares nowadays.”

With his permission, I let my eyes wander along the length of pipe that now ran from his crotch down…and down…and down, to the outline of a bulbous head nestled against his shin.

“You get used to it,” he added, a wry smile lighting up his face, the creases around his eyes looking ever so slightly deeper than they had before.

“And your job?” I asked.

“They’re letting me work from home mostly. Which is great, because wearing pants these days is kind of…an adventure. But I do spend some time in the office and management has been surprisingly chill about everything, especially since I can still fit in the building.” He pressed his lips together as his mouth settled into a line of mild worry, his brows furrowed.

“Well…at least it’s no Jeff situation,” I said. “It was Jeff, right? The one who went away to—”

“Yeah. He’s way out of town now. Haven’t talked to him in a while, it’s kind of hard for him to use a phone now, I guess. But at the least growth stopped.”

“They think,” Marcus interjected.

“We hope,” Omar added. “It’d be good to see him again.” His pensive face settled into a look of slight consternation directed at the floor.

With a playfully bemused glance at Omar’s crotch, Marcus said “Yeah, he could help us take care of Mr. Big down there.”

Marcus’s look turned serious and calculative, and I quickly realized why as I noticed Omar’s cock pulsing ever so slightly down his pant leg, seemingly with every heartbeat.

“I don’t want to cut us short,” said Marcus, with a quick glance in my direction, “but I also don’t want to ruin your bathroom.”

As Marcus had mentioned at our first session—and subsequent ones—once Omar gets aroused, that dick is on a mission. In fact, that had told me of all manner of sticky situations, from dive bar back alleys to at least one airplane bathroom. At this point, it had a mind of its own.

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Omar cut in. “It’s not that. I mean, I’m never not horny these days, but it’s not an emergency,” his voice dropping off slightly.

“Are you sure? It’ll be a photo finish, but I can probably get us home.”

“No no, this is something…else…” Omar almost doubled over in concentration, his entire body seeming to flex. His eyes glued to the floor, he slowly pushed his chair back. Or at least I thought he had, realizing instead that his legs were visibly taking up more and more space, elongating in real time. In fact, his entire body seemed to be doing the same, stretching in all directions, with an even juicier musculature following suit. Covered in a sheen of sweat, he quickly pulled off the rest of his trench coat to cool down, his arms and torso swelling with mass and dwarfing the lounge chair. The legs of his pants crept slowly up his shins, revealing a bulbous cock head wrapped in some sort of compression fabric.

My jaw hanging open in awe, I asked, “Was that…”

“Yup.”

#male tf #dick growth #growth #macro

[headspacedad]

One Piece: ep 7-8 spoilers

completely recommend this series! Go watch it and have fun

I was going to finish the show last night but Sam came and got me and you don't tell a bunny no when he says its time for bed. So!

watched these last two episodes together so Imma review them together.

The series really did a great job of raising the stakes and making you care about the outcome. I was invested in seeing what happened with Luffy's grandfather and just as invested in seeing Arlo get his fishy ass kicked. They wound the tension in both tight without making it uncomfortable for me to sit through to the completion and I never felt like I needed to jump ahead to make sure things worked out so I got to just sit and enjoy the entire ride.

God. I miss being able to trust series or movies to fulfill their ending in a satisfying way that wouldn't leave me feeling disappointed.

But this one did and it had built the story and treated the characters well enough previously that I felt safe just letting myself enjoy the story. And it paid me off for that beautifully.

The last long running manga I was involved in reading was Naruto and let me just tell you what a breath of fresh air it was seeing the female lead treated so well in One Piece. Nami got to be flawed and human and also noble and brave and true. She got to ask for help but not because she was weak but because she'd been betrayed and what she had pulled off was cheated away from her. I enjoyed that we got to learn about her from her sister and then that her and her sister were the first to reconcile. Nami's backstory was heartbreaking and she was so easy to sympathize with as a character as well as her actions. I also appreciated that she didn't have to 'make up' for her past actions. She was simply accepted and welcomed back.

I enjoyed the two final fights. The fight with Grandpa was brutal emotionally and, as someone who's father was one of those fuckers who believed in 'toughen you up 'love' via being a nightmare' - I was surprised that I still liked the grandfather at the end. But I did. Because he backed off even after he'd - physically - won. The hint about Gold Roger with that laugh was wild though. I liked Koby and the Blond guy standing up to his orders, Koby because they were wrong and the Blond guy because he had Koby's back. I really hope we get to see more of them growing and getting better together in later seasons.

The fight with the fish people was violent and well done. Everyone got to shine, even Ussop and I liked the banter between Sanji and Zoro. Also Luffy using his brains to realize he couldn't physically beat Arlo but he could bring down the house around him was new and I liked the sideways approach. Arlo was a conflict of a villain for me. I understood exactly where he was coming from and got why he was the way he was in response. But he was so cruel and determined to burn half the universe down that I couldn't give him any sympathy or hope he 'learned better'. I just wanted him removed entirely from the story, hopefully in a violent and satisfactory kind of way. And the story gave me that.

The payoff at the end of the story was top notch! It didn't cut and run too soon, it really let us sit and enjoy our victory. Shanks and team was a surprise and very heartening and I love who brought them the news. Seeing Kayla spot Ussop was perfect. The pledge with their feet at the end where it flashed back to the kids saying their dreams was perfect. And Koby and Blondie getting to get specialized training was as well. It was nice to be able to soak in the good feelings of the win at the end of the ride and I'm even kind of interested in Clown boy and Pink lady teaming up to be double flamboyant in later seasons.

On the the Line!

Double thumbs up recommendation for the series. Had fun. Will watch again soon just to enjoy everything I might have missed (and to bump Netflix viewing numbers)

#one piece #spoilers #review

[masterjedilenawrites]

I really enjoyed your commander thorn hcs and exploration of his character and I was wondering if you could do the same with commander cody? He's not underrated obviously but his character in fanon seems to boiled down to NSFW and codywan(which I'm not looking for a fight or scorning, it's just repetitive). And Canon cody is just labeled as by the book, loyal, brilliant tactician and cares greatly for his vod. Which is great and more info his character gets than other clones but it's not enough to actually give him depth as a character. I believe I've gone on way too long with this and I apologize for that 😅 I humbly ask for commander cody hcs when you get the chance and I sincerely hope you have a lovely day. Thank you💙

Thanks for this request! I agree that while we get more of Cody in canon than almost any other clone, it does still seem to be narrowed down to just a few "key points" and that's it. I'm hopeful we'll get more canon insight to his character with his upcoming appearance in TBB Season 2, but in the meantime, here's my take on him...

I don't think Cody is quite as "by the book" as we think... Sure, he scoffs at Anakin and Rex's more free-spirited approach to things. He probably wouldn't have come up with all the "roger roger" droid impersonation stuff on Rishi Moon. But I don't think that makes him like Dogma where he's all about protocols and orthodox procedures.

Cody has scars. He round-house kicks machines. He trusts plans made by subordinates. He openly rolls his eyes at the Jedi.

At the end of the day, I think Cody is all about duty. Not rules, not the Republic, not power... He takes his role as a leader very seriously and will do whatever it takes to uphold it in a noble and fearless way.

So if that means he has to fight a little dirty sometimes, or act a little sassy, or defer to someone else's better judgement... then he will.

He is as humble as he is brave; as creative as he is tenacious.

Whatever gets the job done. Whatever fulfills his duty.

And he carries this attitude with him wherever he goes, on or off the battlefield.

In his personal life, he doesn't mind sharing a few drinks with friends, or sleeping in on a weekend, or turning off his comm link for an hour or two of peace.

He's also not afraid to crack a few jokes, if they come to him, regardless who the audience is. Funny things are funny. Why not laugh about it?

He's not anal-retentive. He's not a work-a-holic. He can appreciate a nice day off or a bit of fun.

But he isn't careless or reckless. He's not immature or foolish. He has a good head on his shoulders and no amount of carefree fun will take away his common sense.

So if one of his vod is getting a little too tipsy for his own good, Cody will quietly signal to the bartender to cut him off. He'll make sure the clone gets home safely. And he won't speak a word about it afterward.

If a distressed neighbor comes to him for help in the middle of the night, he won't complain, he'll do what he can. But he'll also tactfully set some boundaries so the person doesn't take advantage, and so he doesn't get too involved emotionally when he doesn't need to.

That's why he and Rex get along so well. They aren't so different at the end of the day, not in the way their Jedi Masters are.

And that's why he was involved with The Bad Batch before any other Commander or Captain were even aware of their existence. He recognized their usefulness and supported their unconventional methods. And perhaps even mentored them a bit.

Deep down, Cody craves a simple life. But he is also smart enough to know you have to work for it/earn it.

He truly believes he is putting in the time to earn his peace. Whether it's a relaxing R&R between missions, or a care-free future after the war is over.

Order-66 obviously complicates that belief. And while I doubt TBB will dive that deep into it, I do think Cody will have some conflicting emotions to wrestle with as he is forced to rethink his true obligations...

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[vaya-writes]

for the fluff ask game: serving the servant - J, M, W, Y - for either or both or whichever you want :)

I'll just do an abridged version of The Wyvern's Bride under the cut <3

Briar:

Jealousy - heeheehoohoo we'll get to see this in writing. Right now, Briar's self esteem is not all that high, in the grand scheme of things. It'd be quite easy for her to be jealous of others.

Marriage - Briar expects that she should get married. She was taught that it's what human women are supposed to do. Now that she's in the situation, she's just not quite sure what her future holds. Even if she managed to stumble into a romance, it might even be traumatic thinking about her familial expectations for marriage.

Wild Card - This woman is so touch starved, it's not even funny. When she finally warms up to Isen, expect to see her melting into all of his touches. Especially when they're alone. (key word being when)

Yearning - She hides it well. Is emotionally strained, but is quite well collected on the outside when she's missing somebody - whether the romance has kicked off or not.

Isen:

Jealousy - Would get quite jealous, despite not expecting to be, and then feel ashamed of his feelings. Doesn't act on this emotion unless he's in an established relationship, and even then, waits until things are quite warranted for a reaction (though he's prone to acting without thinking while he's in heat).

Marriage - Grew up assuming that he'd be made to marry for politics, without a say. When he moved away from his father's territory, and became a ruler of his own right, he decided to firmly NOT think of marriage, and all the political issues it might entail. Meeting somebody he loves would definitely change this though...

Wild Card - This sensory snek boi loves absent minded touch. Squeezing, receiving hair touches, having his hair braided or braiding in turn, cuddling for heat - he adores it all. Physical touch is very much a part of his love language.

Yearning - Gets grumpy when he has to distance himself from the ones he loves. His co-workers are good at spotting it, but he is capable of putting on a brave face for work. Still, when he see's his lover again after some time, he is very much inclined to hold them and not let them go for some time.

Slate:

Jealousy - Once his romance progresses into something serious, yes it would be easy for him to be jealous. Especially regarding sexual situations. Which he doesn't understand, due to his upbringing. Maybe it's because he understands how seriously Adalyn takes situations like that.

Marriage - Well. Yeah. Marries without a second thought, if it means dodging responsibility that terrifies him. It's not until he realises how much he cares for Adalyn that he's willing to take it seriously.

Wild Card - His love languages are gift giving and physical touch.

Yearning - Go read TWB, there's plenty of yearning :')

Adalyn:

Jealousy - Around humans, she doesn't care. She knows that Slate loves her. Around wyverns and other creatures? Her self esteem tanks a bit. She worries she might not be good enough for Slate. Gets envious when she sees him having in depth conversations with other attractive creatures/females.

Marriage - Had nothing against marriage. It's just that she never found anybody suitable. Or was never approached. Since her parents were dead and she had her own business, there was no pressure to marry. Choosing to marry Slate at her leisure was something she kind of stumbled onto.

Wild Card - love languages are quality time, and words of affirmation

Yearning - Ya girl gets moody when she goes long stretches of time without seeing Slate. She tends to bottle it up though. As we read.

#ask game #serving the serpent #the wyvern's bride #vaya replies #thank you for asking <3

[bonvoyagenoona]

Hi been a while since I’ve been here but umm I need advice lol. So I’ve been talking to this guy for a while now, we would text and call pretty much everyday been vulnerable with each other something he encouraged me to do considering I’m not the type to talk abt her feelings I’m more of an avoidant. Anyways, he just randomly stopped talking to me 2 days ago and no he’s not busy or smthg bc I see him answering other peoples comments on another app meanwhile my text is sitting there. So I decided to unfriend him. I know very mature. But I still kind of wanted him to reach out to me bc I thought he at least cared about me enough to want an explanation, but he didn’t. And now I’m tempted to send him a text just to tell him how much of an asshole he is for pretending to care about my feelings just for him to turn around and do exactly what I told him would hurt me. But idk if that’s the right move. What do you think?

Also sorry about the lack of punctuation I’m writing this while crying so I couldn’t care less but I hope it’s understandable lol<3

Aw friend. I'm sorry that it's been a while since I've gotten to chat here, and chat with you! I'm still working my way back to our beautiful purple bubble here, and I really want to get to all my asks, but I wanted to take a bit of time to respond to this particular one to share that, hey! Hi! You're not alone! These things are always interesting and challenging. And thanks for sharing with me — it made me feel a little less alone as well!

First of all, I'm hoping you're taking some time to breathe, feel, and then, self-care. Drink some water. Eat well — whether that means something healthy or yummy or comforting. Sleep. Channel your emotions through creative outlets, like music or art, or writing, even journaling!

And, most of all, be kind to yourself.

We've all been there, we will all continue to find ourselves there in the future from time to time, and I am also still figuring out what my best communication styles with people are. I'm thinking of that clip of Jungkook and Kang Ho Dong talking about being flexible with people and for yourself, like in wrestling:

Source: JTBC Entertainment

There is no one right way to act in a situation. Even if you feel you are experiencing the same situation over and over again, as if it were a pattern, there's no escape hatch or solution. You will have these experiences, and you will take them as they come. You will learn from them and figure out what the best course of action is for you, at that time, with that person. You will continue to be the strong, beautiful person that you are.

So be kind to yourself. Focus on yourself. Really try to understand where your very valid feelings are coming from. And then you can decide.

Is it worth it to you to spend energy to say your piece to this person? Why do you want them to know how you feel? Does it bring you comfort or closure in some way?

Is it worth it to you to conserve energy and move on? What do you lose if you cut off contact? What do you gain? Where can you spend that energy instead?

Do you want to sit with it for a bit? Not react at all? Wait it out and see, especially if you're still feeling activated emotionally?

My close group of friends helped me through a recent situation like this, and for the person I was going through the situation with, I happened to decide that it was worth keeping the connection, while revisiting how much energy I was putting into the connection. I had to take accountability for my expectations out of the situation, too. And I am planning to say my piece when the time is right, trusting that I feel clear-headed about the outcome, no matter what it is.

But that doesn't mean that if I am faced with a similar situation that I will take the same course of action. Lol like I always say, it's always about context!

So, in words paid forward from those who showed me how to be wise and brave, I am offering this: take the focus off of this person, and focus on you. What do you want to say or not say, for you? What do you want to do or not do, for you? Release what you cannot control, and temper your expectations of others. Focus on what course of action will give you peace, regardless of how others react. And then you'll know the answer.

You'll always know the answer, because you are the expert on your life.

And be patient and kind to yourself if you need a bit of time to share it, or if those answers change with time.

The world is so excited to have your amazing energy in it, and there will be people along the way who are ready to receive it, and people who just aren't, and both are perfectly fine. How amazing it is, then, when you find people who are ready and open.

I think you've found one here! (It's me, I'm one, I celebrate this little gift of your energy in this ask!)

So again, thanks for sharing, take care, and sending you so many warm fuzzies and smiles. You've got this!

WE'VE got this!

#asks #your asks #anon #all the smiles and support in the world!!!! #💜

[levmada]

So I saw this post

On your profile

AND read your comment regarding if we wonder about what You think about Levi 🦋 The answer is yes.I personally think You being a psychology student makes all your perspectives even more interesting;and your talent with writing even Moore beautiful 💙❤️

Compliments aside though I would love to see your thoughts on Levi on a more personal level

Like why do You like him so much,is it because of his looks,his personality,maybe You have a more close to the heart (lol) reason for it? Because I personally relate yo him in a LOT of wats,especially his personality and the way he reacts to things.

Anyways I am not particularly great with words but i hope i got the point clear :c gimme your thoughts 😂😂😂

Nice to read You! byeee! 💖💖

BINGOOOOO🔥

i could write a whole dissertation on a thorough analysis on levi’s character tbh

i mean :( this man who quite literally came from nothing, fighting to live and losing everything he loves along the way, no matter what he does to protect them. because of his strength he feels SO much responsibility that even things out of his control are in the end his fault, things he needs to avenge.

like kenny leaving him?? levi thought it was bc he didn’t live up to his potential enough, he he became determined to be the strongest.

izzy and farlan?? he blamed his pride until erwin convinced him it was the titans. it became his mission in life to kill them all and make erwin’s dream realized.

his original squad?? levi was Very Clear when he told annie how he planned to torture her and make her regret what she did. this conflict was retconned in s4p2 convince me otherwise

he thinks the way eren turned out was his fault (him being levi’s responsibility from the start). his 30 comrades in the forest?? levi thinks he should have sussed out the poisoned wine. not to mention those times he let zeke get away.

baby feels he has NO worth other than his ability to fight. he is willing to become the worst person on earth if erwin’s dream can come true, and he even let erwin rest bc of the devil he was becoming even tho he believed it would doom humanity.

levi is simply. the most selfless character and also the most beautiful and brave and complex and badass. idek what else to say. ultimate blorbo status.

it’s SO much more than his looks dkvnsn canonically he looks so tired all the time and he’s so small that isayama cuts him off in most panels dkfnehfjr. ppl love to imagine levi tall but that’s just weird to me lmao. it doesn’t fit him at all. i think a large part of his character represents humanity’s strength itself as small but mighty hehe

i didn’t even Notice levi the first time i watched aot a million years ago?? but i think the type of person i am, i’m more attached to emotionally unavailable ppl who are v strong and v damaged. that’s mommy and daddy issues for u.

is levi my highest kin ever??? yes. abandonment issues? check. super awkward and cannot read social cues to save my life? also yes. emotionally constipated. loyal to a fault. always moving forward despite living thru a hell that would ruin other ppl?? this also. trauma. acts like the embodiment of a brick wall which behind waits the most sensitive person you’ve ever met?????? u bet.

i may or may not have latched onto aot in general when life was Awful so now aot is somehow my comfort show and him as my comfort character😭 i don’t think i can escape tbh

ONTO OTHER THINGS… the only reason majority of conflicts in aot existed (s2 as a whole, the rumbling fights, the yeagerists uprising in s4) was bc levi was somehow out of commission, injured, or had a plot excuse to not be there. such a waste imo.

absolutely got done dirty by fans who saw the 1 (one) scene from s1 when levi beat up eren TO PROVE THAT HE COULD HANDLE HIM as their sole proof that levi is a sadistic unfeeling asshole. those ppl watched the anime with their ass.

and please do not get me started on shipping levi with literal children and even incestually with his own cousin. gross.

lastly, irl i would be fuxking petrified to be around a stoic awkward person like him at first,,, but if shown 1 sign of who levi actually is i will fall immediately in love. i don’t make the rules.

my favorite character ever thank u for asking

#i have lots of opinions! #★play!★ #levi ackerman #i’ve never mentioned my stance on proshipping but there it is

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