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Free Ride [2]

Jake Lockley x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

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Summary: You recognised Steven and Jake had no choice but to play along, and give in to some impulses of his own.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: I have not checked this over very well at all, I am so sorry.

Warnings: Jake being mistaken for Steven, dubious consent because reader thinks he's Steven, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, lube, mentions of a vibrator, Jake has a big dick, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2841

Jake pushes you back into your flat, his lips on yours, licking into your mouth hungrily.

You stumble a little, but his strong hands keep you stable, pull you closer against him. He trails down to your jaw, your neck, nipping lightly at your skin before sucking hard on your pulse point.

A shiver runs up your spine, crawls at your throat. You gasp and clutch into him. “Steven, I-”

Jake growls softly, moving quickly and kissing you mercilessly. He nips lightly at your lip, not enough to cause damage but the sudden sensation makes you jump slightly and he smiles.

You pull back, just enough to see the expression. In that moment it’s so unlike Steven, not his usual beaming grin. His eyes don’t crinkle the same way, his-

Before another thought can form his lips are on yours again as he walks you backwards towards your bedroom, tugging your pyjama top over your head. He pauses once, barely moving his mouth from yours to sweetly ask your permission before continuing. Waiting with soft eyes for your clear confirmation and then kissing you breathless once more.

His fingers dig into your skin, squeezing every part he can reach.

As the back of your legs hit the edge of your bed he dips his head down, rolling the flat of his tongue against your left nipple. You bite your lip, trying to keep some semblance of control over yourself but can’t stop the small moan that escapes and fills the air.

Jake groans, latching onto your breast and sucking. Your fingers tangle in his hair, breathing rapidly as he flicks his tongue over the quickly hardening nub.

You arch into him, your hips bucking of their own accord as he pushes his knee between your legs as he moves to your other breast.

You whine, letting his warm hands roam your body and press firmly into your back, keeping you balanced as you lean into him.

He slides his left hand up, cradling the back of your head and then carefully urges you onto your back onto the mattress.

Should you stop him? You bite your lip. This was going head spinnngly fast. Sure you’d had a not so secret crush on him for ages, but-

He leans over you, pressing his body flush to yours and kisses you senseless, his tongue slipping into your mouth and drinking down every sound that slips past your lips.

The hard outline of his cock presses into your core through the stiff material of his jeans and any doubt just blinks out of your mind as the spark of pleasure runs up your spine.

He growls, low and soft in his throat as you move against him, pressing yourself more fully against the bulge in his trousers.

“Steven,” you moan.

He pulls back instantly, his lips pink and kiss swollen. For a second you think you’ve done something wrong, made the wrong move, but he stands back up quickly. Hooks his fingers under your waist band and drags it down, leaving you completely bare. You yelp a little at the speed of his movements, the dark look in his eyes makes your stomach drop and fill with anticipation.

Jake grabs your hips, his warm fingers digging in, just boarding on the possibility of being too hard, and flips you over with a surprising sudden show of strength.

You let out a small cry of surprise, barely having a moment to react as Jake raises you up by your hips so that you’re on your knees, face down, ass up.

Heat burns into your skin as he pushes your thighs apart, his thumbs on either side of your entrance and spreading your lips wide.

The sound of his groan of appreciation alleviates any self consciousness you could feel. Jake palms his cock roughly, squeezing the thick outline with one hand to get a hold of himself before he dives in.

He swipes his tongue through your folds, groaning again in appreciation as he laps at you.

The moan that leaves you is sinful. It would make another wave of embarrassment roll through your stomach if you weren’t already too far gone to care. You press your face into the covers, screwing them up in your fists as Jake licks annoyingly slowly, flicking his tongue against your clit before pulling up and just dipping into your entrance. Teasing with the very tip before starting the whole process all over again.

You squirm under his actions, simultaneously trying to escape and push closer to the pleasure of his mouth. He grabs hold of your hip with one firm hand, pulling you firmly against him.

“Hush bebé,” he mutters against you, barely moving far enough for his words to be heard. “Let me take care of you.”

You moan again and bury your head into your mattress, drooling on the duvet.

Pleasure boils along your skin, spiking down from your lower stomach with every warm swipe of his tongue. He groans at the taste of you, the small buzz of sound reverberating through you and vibrating against your already swollen clit.

A choked, “please,” escapes your lips and Jake chuckles.

“Begging already?”

You moan and nod. Your eyes screwed up tight, your hips rocking back and forth in time with him.

It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and even longer since that you’d been with someone who seemed so eager to devour every part of you.

Jake pulls back for a second, biting lightly at the back of your upper thigh, before he sinks two thick fingers into your heat.

You gasp, whining at the sudden but welcome intrusion. Your legs shake at the stretch, your mind going blank for a second.

“Fuuuccck.” Jake hisses under his breath, mesmerised as he presses in to the second knuckle before pulling back again, marvelling at your slick in the light. “So tight bebé, hmm?” He groans as he pushes back in, revelling in how your walls clench around him, seem to suck him deeper despite the stretch. “Don’t think I’ll fit in here…” he gasps as he slowly eases out and back in, the ache in his cock maddening. “So tight… When’s the last time you got fucked by anything other than your fingers?”

A choked sob leaves your lips, your orgasm burning along every nerve ready to explode at any second. “Please,” you moan, “I’m, you’re gonna make me…”

Jake hisses in another breath, unable to resist the urge to push his fingers as deep as they can go and stroke your walls languidly, searching for the spot to make you see stars. His thumb presses against your clit, barely moving except for a steady alternating of pressure.

You cry out, your back arching, the pleasure so close you can taste it.

“That’s it,” Jake mutters, “oh, there?” He presses deeply, his strokes sure and firm and oh so slow. “That’s where it’s good?” He whispers, his breath skittering across your skin.

“Please!”

He bites back a groan, his eyebrows pinched together as you squeeze his fingers. “Gonna come? Gonna come just from me tasting you and touching you? And-”

You cry out as your orgasm crests and pulls you down under the wave, washing over every nerve, curling your toes and leaving you boneless.

Jake moans with you, leaning closer as he continues the torturous pace of his fingers and squeezes his cock through his jeans with his other hand, just about managing not to cum in his boxers.

You shudder, shiver as you come down and back to yourself. Jake slowly eases his fingers out of you, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth now that it’s over, not that-

Suddenly you turn, smiling at him and raising up onto your knees to wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him softly, sweetly, pressing your chest up against him.

He stiffens for a moment, the action unexpected before he returns the kiss.

He swallows as you pull back for a second, “we don’t have to d-” tumbles out of his mouth at the exact same moment as you say, “do you want to…?” You pause, giving him a slightly bashful smile. For some reason the fact that you’re naked while he’s fully clothed makes a little thread of anxiety tighten in your chest.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say in a bit of a rush, “if you want, I could just-”

He silences you with an urgent kiss, already, tugging at the helm of his shirt. “Please, let me fuck you.”

You shiver at his desperate growl, nodding rapidly as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans.

Jake pulls his shirt over his head as you push his trousers down his thighs.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

“What?”

You bite your lip and shake your head as you laugh. “You weren’t joking.”

He raises an eyebrow in question.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit.”

Jake laughs and presses his lips to yours, “only one way to find out.”

You giggle as he litters your neck and chest with kisses, slowly easing you back down onto the bed before he stands again.

You lean up on your elbows and he tuts, swatting playfully at your arms as he kicks off his jeans and boxers completely. He grabs two pillows, tucking one carefully under your head and the other under your hips. You raise up as best you can to help.

As he bends down to grab his jeans from the floor you can’t help but admire how he moves, the soft skin of his back and the ripple of muscle underneath.

He pulls his wallet from his jeans.

“You got lube?” The offhandedness of the question catches you off guard for a second and you flounder before you can answer.

“Erm, yeah, in the drawer.”

He nods, taking something from his wallet before tossing it back to the floor. He puts the edge of the wrapper between his teeth and pulls with his right hand as he walks around and opens your bedside drawer.

Which is the exact second your brain decides to remind you what else is in the drawer along with the lube.

“Wait-”

Too late. He’s already opened it and obviously seen it.

Jake smiles as he looks up at you, practically a smirk and takes the wrapper out of his mouth. He holds up your vibrator. “Worried about me seeing this?”

You cover your face with your hands and laugh as you nod.

He grins. “Don’t worry, it’s size isn’t intimidating.” He looks it over for a second, “no wonder.”

“No wonder?”

“It’s barely thicker than one of my fingers, let alone two.”

You grab the pillow from under your head and pretend to throw it at him.

He laughs loudly, beaming at you as he places it back in your drawer. “Besides, I knew you had one anyway.”

You frown.

“The sound.”

“Huh?”

He points upwards. “Walls are pretty thin. Or ceilings, I guess.”

Embarrassment rushes along your bones, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he takes out the half full bottle of lube. For a second he scans the label before he walks back in front of you and kneels between your legs, hooking the back of your left knee over his shoulder.

“What are you-”

“Getting you ready.” He mutters as he gazes at your pussy. There’s a crinkle of foil as he puts the wrapper next to him and then a pop as he opens the lube bottle.

Jake warms the lube on his fingers for a second before he pushes three inside and flicks his tongue over your clit.

You suck in a breath, arching up towards him and screwing up your eyes as he continues his tortuous pace from before.

It’s a maddening tease. Slow and steady as he works you open and presses against your sweet spot before backing off again. Hitching you higher and higher.

He hums as you shake and buck against his touch, groans as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Please,” you moan.

“Hmm?” Jake barely moves away from you, too preoccupied in the feel of your skin against his.

“Please,” you swallow, your words spilling out in a lust filled haze, “please fuck me, please, Steven, I-”

He moves away from you quickly, and you whine, already lamenting the loss and trying to chase his fingers.

Jake grabs the condom wrapper and tears it open as he stands, hisses as he rolls it over his aching cock. A dark twist of emotion knots itself in his stomach, twists around his intestines and lungs, but he forces it down, down as he pushes your right thigh wide, the action boarding on painful, before quickly lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in.

You almost don’t recognise the sound that leaves your lips as your own, the gasp from deep in your chest as his hips snap against yours filling you completely. You can’t remember a time when you’ve felt so full before, when you’ve been so stretched and spread.

The sensation almost borders on pain, the thick weight of his cock straining you to your limit. But the thick tip of him brushes so wonderfully inside, his pubic bone rubs against your clit and all you can do is drown in the pleasure as he eases his hip back and forth a few times in long, languid strokes before he starts to fuck you in earnest.

He pounds into you, rocking you back onto the bed with every thrust and banging your headboard against the wall with enough force to chip the paint.

You whine low in your throat, barely able to get enough oxygen into your lungs as he pushes you higher and higher, forcing pleasure into your veins as though he was made to please you.

You grab hold of his arms, his neck, anything you can get a hold of and pull his mouth to yours, sliding your tongue past his lips and moaning as he rolls his hips, forcing all his energy on hitting that perfect spot just right.

Your high pitched gasps leave you with every thrust, your thighs tense and shake as you strive to meet him. That deep ball of pleasure tightening and tightening.

He groans low, kissing you for all his worth to stop the words that want to spill out from his tongue.

Jake knows he’s not going to last, not with the way you’re whining and begging and kissing him so desperately. Not with the way you squeeze him and urge him deeper, practically beseeching him to take and take and take and-

You pull your mouth back from his, your hands on his shoulder and in his hair. “S-” you stop yourself from saying his name, from causing that little flutter of a frown to cross his face, “sweetheart, please,” the moan that leaves you is practically pornagraphic as Jake’s hips stunner, his mouth opening in a little blushed gasp as you call him ‘sweetheart’.

“Fuck,” he groans low unable to stop the pleasure from barreling through his every cell, from lighting up every nerve. He fucks you through it, trying and failing to keep his eyes open to watch you. But he feels you tense, hears you moan as you come undone beneath him.

You come harder than you can ever remember, stars exploding behind your eyes as pleasure erases every thought for a blissfully moment.

He leans against you, burying his face into your neck and holding some of his weight off you with his arm.

You breathe heavily for a moment, both of your chests rising and falling in time with each other as you stroke his damp hair. Sweat cooling on both of your skin.

For a moment, you think he might have nodded off. His muscles go slack for a second, but he shudders and tenses again.

You smile and kiss his temple.

“Wait… what?” His voice is barely a whisper and… now that you hear it… very… Steven like. Which made no sense at all, because, well, it was always Steven, wasn’t it? Maybe you’d been too caught up and misheard, maybe when he was horny he put on a bit of a voice. You’d heard about that, when-

Steven tenses as sensations flow back into his body.

He sits up, or at least tries to, panic gripping his heart. What the fucking fuck fuck fuck has he slept walked into now?

Your arms around him stop him from bolting upright, but he still moves his head a handwidth away.

“Hey, you alright?” You say soothingly, his actions reminding you of someone jumping awake, “did you fall asleep for a second?”

Steven looks down at you, eyes wide. You, lovely, lovely you. Who he’d been trying to not so subtly flirt with for the past months. And now he was… oh… his softening cock twitches in your heat… very much closer than he’d realised.

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campingwiththecharmings · 2 days

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Insomnia

AN: Sixth and final fic for @moonknight-events' MK Bingo! I wish I'd been able to do the entire board like I wanted but alas. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you to @whatthefishh for looking this over for me ❤️

Steven can't sleep and you, uh, help him out.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, you've been warned) Prompt: Handjobs Words: 1,233 Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader (pretty sure this could be read as GN, please let me know if that's incorrect) Warnings: handjob (as the prompt indicates lol), cursing, kissing, mild biting, praise kink, sub!Steven, please let me know if I missed anything. AO3

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Steven can’t sleep.

He’s tried everything he can think of, his usual tried and true methods (and even some of the old ones), but none of them have worked.

He chews his lip, glancing over to where you’re asleep beside him. You look so relaxed, so peaceful, your lovely lips quirked in a slight smile. He wonders what you’re dreaming about (was it him?)...wishes he could be dreaming too. The urge to wake you is strong, you’ve told him before that he can when this happens, but he just can’t bring himself to disturb you.

Steven sighs, turning over on his side. He closes his eyes and wills himself to sleep.

That doesn’t work either.

He tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable position, one that will finally allow him to fall into the blissful depths of sleep but, no matter what he does, nothing helps. He feels even worse when you begin to stir beside him, whining softly as you’re unwillingly pulled back to consciousness. He stills, trying not to move (or even breathe) in the hopes that you’ll fall back into the abyss.

“Steven?” you ask, voice still thick with sleep.

He waits silently for a moment, then sighs, turning slightly to look at you over his shoulder.

“So sorry, love, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’okay,” you slur, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

You push yourself up into a sitting position, eyes meeting his in the darkness as you reach out to gently push the curls back from his forehead. “Trouble sleeping again?”

Steven nods, his eyelids fluttering at your touch.

“How can I help?”

He smiles tiredly at you. “Not sure you can, love.”

You stick your bottom lip out in a pout and he chuckles softly, reaching out to thumb at it. “S’alright, I’ll be fine. You should go back to sleep though.”

You shake your head, settling your back against the headboard. “I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re awake beside me.”

With a resigned sigh, Steven sits up to join you.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he says again, taking your hand in his and squeezing it lightly.

You shush him, effectively dismissing his apologies. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Steven just sighs again, his shoulder pressed against yours as he idly runs his thumb over your knuckles. You sit in silence for a moment, just watching him, the meager light in the room softening his sharper features.

Then it dawns on you, how you can help.

You lean in slowly, tilting your head to get the right angle. He doesn’t notice how close you are until you’re right there, inches away from his face, and before he can protest, you press your lips to his. Immediately, he melts, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek. You start slow, soft, the pressure gentle, the pace unhurried. After a moment, you brush your tongue along the seam of his lips, his low groan sending a shiver through your body. He’s always so responsive, your Steven, whether it’s a moan or a simple flutter of his eyelashes, he always lets you know how you’re making him feel.

You kiss him deeper, languidly licking into his mouth, your fingers clenching in the fabric of his t-shirt as his tongue slides against yours. For a moment, you let yourself get lost in it, in him, in the taste of him, the feel of him—but then you remember why you started this, remember that he needs you. You relax your fingers, allowing your hand to slip slowly down his chest, over his belly, coming to settle at his waist. Your fingers briefly toy with the band of his sleep pants before slipping beneath them and his boxers.

Steven breaks your kiss with a surprised yelp as you take him in your hand, his breath leaving him in a sharp gasp as you begin to gently work your hand over his length. You shush him, whispering soothing words into his skin as you kiss him wherever your lips can reach.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes, involuntarily arching into your touch.

You respond with a whispered plea for him to relax, your thumb sliding over the velvety tip of him, dragging the prettiest moan from his lips. He stops resisting then, losing himself in the pleasure of your touch, rewarding you on every stroke with breathy sighs and groans.

“So good for me, Steven,” you whisper, the praise drawing a whimper from between his lips.

You smile at the sound, tracing his collarbones with the tip of your tongue as you twist your wrist just so, dragging another delicious sound from him. He pushes up into your fist, his fingers twisting in the bedding beneath him. You move back up his neck, nipping briefly at his jugular and soothing the area with your tongue. Beside you, Steven’s breathing is erratic, his skin hot, hips thrusting in time with the stroke of your hand. You pull back to gaze at him, admiring his mussed curls, kiss-bitten lips, and glassy eyes—he always was beautiful in the throes.

You lean in again, sealing your lips over a spot on his neck. He keens when you suck, your hand gently squeezing his cock to mimic the pressure. You move your hand a little faster, increasing the friction, and his breath hitches, hands now fisted in the sheets beneath him.

“Darling,” he pants, his neck tense with the effort of holding himself back.

You shush him again, pulling back to meet his gaze. He’s close, so close, his big brown eyes pleading—for you, for your love, for your permission.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him, eyes flickering over his face, drinking him in as your touch pushes him closer and closer to the edge. When you’ve teased him enough, you lean in, nuzzling your nose against his ear.

“Come for me, Steven.”

And he does, his body going rigid, as he erupts all over your fist with a choked moan. You keep working him, his body twitching as the pleasure rolls through him. When he finally stills, you release him, whispering your praise as you press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. He’s absolutely wrecked when you pull back, body limp against the headboard, panting like he’s just run a marathon. You smile at him softly, pushing the curls from his damp forehead with your clean hand before slipping off the bed to get a washcloth.

Once you’ve cleaned both yourself and him up, you settle back in the bed beside him. For a moment, you wonder if he’s already asleep, his eyes closed, breathing (finally) even. He stirs at the movement beside him though, his eyelids heavy as he opens them and smiles at you dreamily.

“Your turn, Love,” he slurs, reaching out for you despite his inability to keep his eyes open for more than 3 seconds.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you lean in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Sleep, Steven.”

“But—”

“Sleep,” you insist, yawning as you pull him down with you beneath the blankets.

Steven grunts in protest, but doesn’t stop you, his eyes already falling shut again as you snuggle against his side. You smile as his breathing evens out again, the gentle rhythm of it lulling you back to sleep.

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camels-pen · 2 days

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moms always find it

summary:

It's just one ecto-pen, his mom won't find the other stuff he's got hidden around his room.

Probably.

based on @echoghost1's prompt "Danny has lost something important and Mom has started to help him look. Unfortunately, he's got a habit of using his powers to store things in odd places and she isn't going to give up until they find it."

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“Really, it’s not a big deal—”

“Nonsense!” Mom said, violently stripping the covers from his bed. “That was an important and practical invention!”

Danny held up his hands. “I know, I know, and I’m sorry; I really didn’t mean to lose it.” Didn’t mean to shout that he’d lost it either. “But I can look through my room on my own,” —with his powers, because 9 times out of 10 it was in the walls or furniture somewhere—“you really don’t have to… help like this.”

Mom threw the sheets on the ground, then turned to face him as she reached for his mattress. “Well, young man, I wouldn’t have to rummage around your room if you kept track of your things. Especially, prototype inventions like the Fenton Ecto-gun Mk 4 Ink Utensil,” she said with a huff. “Now either you help me look or—”

As Mom started to lift the mattress, Danny spotted a piece of something silver and green sticking directly out of his bed frame.

“Don’t lift that!” he yelled, jumping atop his mattress.

Mom shrieked as she yanked her hands back. “Daniel James Fenton, be careful! You could’ve taken my fingers off!” She glared at him. “I know you’re a growing boy, I’m not going to judge you for whatever magazines you keep to yourself, but really never do that again.”

As much as Danny would love to defend himself, there was a stunning lack of any and all other excuses he could possibly make at the moment. All his usual wit went down the toilet the moment Mom’s knee-jerk reaction was to assume he had R rated magazines hidden under his bed.

“As I was saying the Fenton Ecto-gun Mk 4—”

“Ecto-pen.”

She furrowed her brow. “Pardon?”

He laughed stiffly. “Well, you know, ‘Fenton Ecto-gun Mk 4 Ink Utensil’ is a bit of a mouthful, right? So, we’ve been calling it an ecto-pen.”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “We?"

“Yeah—me, Sam, and Tucker.”

“Danny,”—ugh, there’s the ‘you’re in trouble’ voice—“how many times do we have to tell you: no letting your friends operate our inventions. They don’t have the safety training.”

Danny furrowed his brows. “What safety training?”

“Oh haha, very funny.” She crouched down to check under his desk. “I know your father went over it with you kids ages ago. Trying to pretend you don’t remember so you can show off to your friends is not acceptable young man.”

Hmm. Best to just agree and move on. “Right. Yeah, of course. Can’t get anything by you, Mom.”

Danny’s eyes roamed the room and he sighed in relief. Nothing out of place—

There was a spool of anti-ghost fishing wire sticking out of the carpet by Mom’s foot.

“Well, it’s not under there.”

Danny rolled off the bed and scrambled against the ground. Mom startled, bumping her head against the underside of his desk with a hiss. Danny managed to slap a hand over the spool and push it all the way into the floor before she leaned back to scowl at him.

“Danny, what do you think you’re doing?”

Danny gulped. “Just… hanging?”

Mom narrowed her eyes, looking him up and down. Her gaze drew to his outstretched hand, still partially cupped against the carpet. She dragged a hand down her face.

“We’re going to be having a talk later.”

“We can have a talk now.”

“Not a talk,” she said. “The talk.”

“Huh?” The gears in his head clicked together. “Oh. OH.” Danny waved his hands. “NO! That is absolutely NOT necessary. Actually, you know what? Dad’s already told it to me so you can just not worry about it, just like the safety training!”

“Your father hasn’t taken the puppets out of storage yet, but nice try.” Mom pushed herself up. “And clearly, it is necessary. Magazines are one thing, but if you’ve already gotten to condoms and possibly other people then it’s time for some parental advice.” Mom tutted. “We have to teach you to keep yourself healthy, sweetie.”

“How did you get—?” Danny stood too, holding out his hands. “Look, nothing here! No condoms or anything! And why did you jump straight to condoms?!”

“How do I know you didn’t hide them down your sleeve—”

“I’m wearing a t-shirt!”

Mom threw her arms out. “Well, what am I supposed to think? You never let me in your room anymore and you’re kicking up such a fuss while I look for our prototype, I kept finding weird stains on the carpet earlier, and you keep being sarcastic and temperamental—”

Something plipped on her hand and she looked up, mouth open to keep ranting before abruptly cutting herself off.

“Uh.” Danny waved at her. She didn’t move. It was like she was frozen like a statue. “Mom? You okay?”

“Up.”

“Up?”

Slowly, Mom pointed upwards. Danny followed her finger, staring up at the ceiling.

Oh.

Up.

There were dozens of Fenton brand inventions partially phased into the ceiling. The top half of the Fenton Ghost Fisher, the buckle of the Fenton Specter Deflector, a banged up knob from the Fenton Booo-merang, the glowing radar from the Fenton Finder, and one of the wheels from a Fenton Skateboard.

And, of course, half of the Fenton Ecto-Pen, dripping ink onto the carpet and Mom’s outstretched hand.

There was a long, heavy pause.

“So,” Danny said, slow and drawn out. “You remember that one time you sent me to magic camp?”

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itsabouttimex2 · 2 days

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Feeling evil rn :)

So I'm roleplaying with LSO MK, and currently the Y/N is very injured in their first fight against someone, since they decided to be a sneaky monkie kid and try to train themself somewhere again from MK.

Problem is that Y/N hasn't really be trained at all and doesn't know how to fight or even USE the staff.

And the Monkie Knight is not reacting very well at ALL.

Let’s Start Over:

Battle Scars

You lay weakly across the ground, breathing hard and heavy. Arms roughly scraped against smooth concrete, shins kicked to swollen bruises. Blood from your nose and mouth. Head pounding. Everything hurts.

But you aren’t in any real danger. Not since your mentor’s prompt and almost brutal arrival on the scene.

“…Monkie Knight? How… how did you know I was…?”

Jin- and Yin, even though there was only supposed to be one of them because that was the rumor circulating and you wouldn’t have come out here on your own if you had known it would be both instead of just one-

Jin and Yin both lay limply across the ground, broken limbs strewn sloppily about their prone bodies.

They aren’t dead.

MK wouldn’t kill in front of you. Really, he doesn’t like to kill at all. But especially not in front of his cherished student.

“I told you,” your mentor whispers, clutching your head tight to his chest. “How many times did I tell you, kiddo? How many times did I lecture you about this? We spent hours going over this.”

Your wounds are many, each one a different shape, size, severity. Red and purple paint your skin, bruises and gashes along the length of your limbs and chest.

Nothing fatal, and that was clear at even a casual glance- but it didn’t make your mentor any less worried.

“Idiot,” he murmurs to your ear. That mild insult is the literal harshest word you’ve heard escape his mouth. Maybe you’ve earned it, with a stunt like this. “My little idiot. I can’t trust you at all, can I? You are never going outside without me again.”

MK presses a kiss to your forehead, stroking sweat-stained strands of hair from your eyes. “I shouldn’t have taken my eyes of off you, not even for a moment. I should’ve gotten here sooner. I should’ve protected you,” says a small and guilty voice, as though you had been killed instead of beaten down by two gibbering idiots. “I won’t let you get hurt again, Y/N.”

It’s rare that he calls you by your real name- you’ve been affectionally dubbed Clover, a reference to your position as the fourth bearer of the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

If MK is dropping that moniker, it’s simply more proof of how serious things have gotten.

His arms snake around your body, one hand resting under your thighs, the other supporting your upper back. Another kiss to your bleeding forehead, then he speaks:

“Let’s go home.”

You can’t bring yourself to answer beyond a nod, some level of shame and embarrassment sealing your lips. All you manage is a short nod before settling into his arms for the trek.

Every step forward is near agony, jostled about in spite of how careful MK is trying to be with you. The ground nearest to him is left uneven from the prior fight, broken and crumbled by powerful impacts. You bounce about, feeling all the bruises along you scrape against the torn clothing on you. At your first whimper, the Monkie Knight looks down at you, caught between worry born of anger and a deep pity.

“We’re gonna have words, Y/N, trust me. But I’ll get you patched up first, huh? Just close your eyes and let me get you home.”

Doing as requested, you try to focus on the beat of your mentor’s heart instead of his droning footsteps and the buzzing pain blooming across your skin.

The journey is slow and grueling, but MK reassures you several times both verbally and physically, stopping to adjust his grip on you and taking a moment to praise how well you’ve been doing.

And soon enough you’re home on Flower Fruit Mountain, bundled up under a blanket as MK stomps about the house in search of medical supplies.

“I can’t believe you. I cannot believe you, Clover. Pulling a stunt like this. Hands out. Now.”

You offer them up without hesitation, causing MK to falter with his sternness. “Good,” he praises, taking your left hand between his own.

A golden seal crackles to life on your palm, a severe restriction of powers. “No more staff.”

Then, he takes your right hand, prompting an exact replica of the first glittering power-limiter to sparkle into existence. “No more clones or shape-shifting.”

A final kiss to your forehead prompts a much more ominous seal to blossom across your skin, a bright golden line winding all the around your head, reminiscent of a single-banded crown.

“And no Mystic Monkey form, either.”

Something deep inside you starts to ache, a severance of your true identity forming within. All from a simple fatherly action that is no doubt being performed for “your own good”.

“Hands,” he repeats, grabbing a washcloth and a small water basin. You offer them again, a little slower this time, struggling to accommodate the newfound emptiness in your chest. MK begins to scrub your arms clean with a mild soap and warm water, frowning as he surveys the damage.

“You’re lucky. So, so lucky. If I hadn’t gotten there in time, you would have… they would have…”

A pause. Your mentor takes a deep breath. He pushes a small washcloth into your hands, frowning a little deeper as he rolls up the fabric of your pants.

“Pat your arms dry,” is his simple command. You slowly do as told, feeling as though your arms have been burdened with lead. As you work the wetness from your tattered skin, the Monkie Knight tends to your legs.

When all the wounds have been cleaned and your arms are no longer smothered in water and soap, MK takes them again and starts to apply large bandages to the worst of your wounds.

Each one is glittery, some shade of gold or red, branded with a smiling monkey face in the middle. They had been pricier than any store brand, but your mentor didn’t mind shelling out for the extra quality and cute designs.

The brighter colors and sparkling material made you smile when they caught in the light, and you smiling made him happy. They were an investment that paid themselves back several times over, in his opinion.

Your smile is one of his favorite things, now that he thinks of it. It’s proof that he’s doing well as a mentor, that he’s keeping you healthy and safe.

But looking at your face right now shows only regret and pain- maybe a little bit of emotional hurt alongside the discomfort caused by the struggles of battle.

“…I love you,” he says, hoping to cut the cold tension with a few warm words. “Even when you make bad decisions.”

“…I love you too,” is your delayed answer, causing the Monkie Knight to sigh in relief. Maybe you’re only saying to because he said it first. Or maybe because he’s done so much that you think you owe him that love.

Maybe you were on the verge of saying it yourself, without prompting or reason.

Regardless, MK drops everything to scoop you up in his powerful arms, his muscles straining to give a proper squeeze, pushing every bit of air free from your lungs.

“I won’t ever let you go again,” he says.

You doubt that he’s joking.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere MK #Let’s Start Over #Yandere Mentor

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ashutesy · 3 days

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love ⠀letter ⠀ incoming ⠀ : ⠀you and liu kang drinking ; fluff

⠀𑙗 ⠀ mk ⠀masterlist ⠀: ⠀liu⠀kang ⠀ ɞ ⠀

the woman shuffled on the grass below her, adjusting her sitting posture to get closer to the male beside her, putting her arm around his shoulder. the redden ears and cheeks are enough to show that she hadn't gotten sober yet, it didn't surprise liu kang much that you had few cups and became like this, since you seldomly drink and have a low tolerance to alcohol.

words are shared, she grumbled when he refuses to give the female another cup or his full one. the sight of the the drunk woman forming a pout, made the male chuckled. looking away from him, his-oh so smartass -starting to state for the condition she is on now, and that she shouldn't drink anymore.

the woman sighed, putting her pointing finger over his mouth, before kissing him. indeed, the demi-god was surprised; he quickly recomposed, it wasn't unnatural that you two kiss, he just didn't expect it, it was out of the blue. he hummed felt her tongue lick and softly bite his bottom lip-he closed his eyes, though it not being fully shut when he felt the tongue slightly enters his mouth, but the kiss finishes before it could enter fully.

pulling away slowly, she opened her eyes slowly and looked at him-smirking— putting a short, but loving soft kiss on his lips before repositioning on his lap, he guides her slowly by the womans hips. the arm that was on his shoulder was on the back of his head, softly playing with his long locks, its soft, like the softest silk in the whole world; the other trailing against his chest and stomach, caressing softly at the muscles on the fingertips.

the woman brung her hand back up to cup his face, he melted onto the warm hand, giving an smile and looking up at her-lovingly. it swelled her heart, putting her forehead on his. he adored the sight, he comments on how beautiful she looks and how she always looks so beautiful in his perspective, receiving a chuckle from the woman.

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glitchylikeslego · 2 days

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Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 15)

AO3 STORY

Chapter 15 : Agility

Agility increases the user's speed by two stages.

When Sandy offered you to take his old motorbike to drive around in the Great Wall Race, you were on the fence about it.

On one hand, he wants you to advertise the restaurant. On the other hand, he wants you to start being more social in public.

But ‘A’ you don’t know how to drive a motorbike.

And ‘B’ you don’t want to add yourself into canon any more than you already have.

You realised that, in your skirmish with the Spider Queen, you drew more attention to yourself than you had hoped for, and the universe was slowly adding you to the main cast instead of sticking you as a support/background character like you wanted.

So you told Sandy you'd think about it.

Screw you universe, why do you do this to me?

You cursed in your head as you watched the rest of the racers line up to race alongside you.

Mei was obviously there, looking incredibly peeved that MK was participating. Red Son popped up behind them, and Jin and Yin showed up before eventually taking over the commentators box and introducing PIF and DBK before announcing the track switch.

You’re really about to do this.

You took a deep breath, getting onto the bike just like Sandy taught you to.

So long as you don’t participate in the key fight, you’re fine…

Jin and Yin did the countdown with as much fanfare as they could before sounding the horn to begin the race.

Red Son and Mei were the fastest to react, zooming off with incredible speed.

However, DBK and PIF were fast to react and managed to get a starting boost to surpass the two, yelling something after Red Son as they passed him.

MK did the same, yelling in a mocking tone as he raced just behind the villainous couple.

You were, obviously, I’m dead last.

While the motorbike was fast, you still weren’t a full fledged professional like Mei or even Red Son, so you went at your own pace.

You couldn't see anyone ahead of you, meaning that they were already way more farther ahead than you.

You didn’t mind, you were content at just going at your own pace.

It was pretty nice, being dead last. Jin and Yin mainly focused on the racers ahead of you.

At this point, DBK and PIF were driving through a mountain after she had teasingly provoked him a bit, and you had yet to hear of Mei’s bike being destroyed yet.

Deciding to take a bit of a risk, you tried to speed up. Sandy had told you to not go too out of your comfort zone, out of fear you might get hurt, but the back of your mind screamed at you to catch up.

They’re too far ahead. You’ll be too late.

You shook the weird thoughts from your head and sped up.

Speed up!

You felt a rush of adrenaline in your veins, and your breath hitched a bit as you unconsciously sped up the motorbike.

Go, go, go!!!

You slammed your foot down and the bike took off with incredible speed. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and the only thing that you could focus on was the street ahead of you, with everything else blurring from the tunnel vision.

You heard a distant crash, and maniacal laugh, then you passed a blur of green and gold.

Mei and MK.

You remembered what happened mid-way through. And you vaguely recall how they end up winning the race.

Win.

Narrowing your eyes, your vision blurred as you took deep breaths.

You heard something explode and rebuild itself, then another something bursting out from something.

Win.

At that point, you had lost all comprehension of the things around you, everything was blurry, you couldn’t hear anything more than muffled cheering, and you were moving fast.

W I N!

You were snapped out of it when the queen of the bike caught into something, launching you over the steering handles and onto the floor, making you face plant.

You groaned, holding your head as you sat up.

“And that’s the end! Random tea person wins!”

It too a second, but as soon as those words reached your brain, your heart stopped.

You didn’t… did you really?

In a blur, you were placed onto the 1st place pedestal and handed the trophy, still shell shocked and panting like you ran the race instead of driving.

Like in canon, MK tries to eat the trophy, and Mei laughs at him and Red Son over believing that the trophy was actually a peach of immortality.

“You were awesome! When did you get so good at racing?” Mei asked, getting you into a side hug, which snapped you out of your stupor.

“Uhh, beginner's luck?” You responded sheepishly, and Mei laughed.

“We need to celebrate your first win, maybe Pigsy will make some noodles! Leggo!” MK, ever the ball of energy, takes you by the wrist and runs off to take you to Pigsy’s, with Mei following behind, laughing all the while.

And as this was happening, there was only one thing in your head.

A plea.

Please don’t let this break canon…

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quitealotofsodapop · 3 days

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Autie Iron Fan and Wukong both show zero mercy to their kids. Don't get them wrong, MK (and Mei because she insisted on learning from her great grandpa's bestie too) love training with Wukong! But every training session makes it very clear just why Wukong has the title of Victorious Fight Buddha and Great Sage. Pigsy was upset at first, thinking they were being too hard on the kids, but Tang actually argued that the two godly being HAVE to be hard on all of them! If the Lady Bone Demon was even a fraction as dangerous as the stories said, then they need to be as prepared as possible, and they don't have the luxury of soft training sessions to ease them into it. Wukong doesn't hesitate to advise she's actually WORST than what the book had written about.

Prev.

The kids come out of training sessions like they've just ran 20km. Sore and exhausted.

Mei def insists on learning too, with her parents approval (cus omg Sun Wukong? Ao Lie's old friend? Of course!). She also secretly has become super protective of her bestie ever since MK came clean to her about his origins. She wants to be there so that he doesn't have to be the strongest fighter, just one of them. Wukong's more a staff guy, but the Stalwarts are quick to help Mei further develop her sword training. They joke about how alike Mei and MK are to how Ao Lie and Wukong back in the day.

Red Son def argues that he's had plenty of training under Guanyin - which PIF raises a brow at since the bodhisattva doesnt teach offense. Red gets dragged along to about 50% of MK and Mei's training sessions (him and PIF bargained so he'd still have time to work on his machines), and he gets folded by them alot. Not for lack of trying, but because he genuinely underestimates how hard the pair will fight to protect one another. Red is a little smug to be the most experienced magically tho.

Pigsy and Sandy are on hand to provide food and rehydration. Tang is there too. For moral support. And to watch the Glorious Fighting Buddha and the Iron Fan Princess in action.

Tang also gets into asking Wukong what actually went down with the White Bone Demon, cus while the book portrayed her as a major emotional catalyst for the Pilgrims (Wukong's 1st banishment), she ultimately seemed to just be a run-of-the-mill demon. Wukong is quick to explain she was something far deadlier, and that while deception and banishment did occur, she did not simply die when Wukong struck her the third time. She grew in power. Tang is super intrigued and scared.

#post jttw stone egged au #jttw stone egged au #sun wukong #dad sun wukong #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #lmk red son #lmk pif #lmk princess iron fan #lmk tang #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk aus

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imminent-danger-came · 8 months

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On that ‘no MK reflections in the S4 special’ thing: What makes it even scarier is that there was the perfect opportunity for an MK reflection when he and Macaque go inside the scroll and end up in front of FFM’s waterfall.

But we don’t get one. Or, more specifically, we can’t get one. Because it’s been broken. By Wukong, specifically.

…I’m feeling very normal about this. Especially considering how the reflections relate to MK’s identity crisis AND the fact that MK hands the staff over to Wukong in the very same episode. Yep. So normal. - Unhinged Anon, continuing to hang out precariously on the precipice of madness.

Me personally? I'm always losing my mind that MK hands the staff back to Wukong, which is not helped by the fact that MK forms the Monkey Mech WITHOUT the staff fighting Azure an episode later ("Oh that's easy—we'll give her the ol' monkey mech finishing blow! MK always uses his staff to do that.'' Except when he doesn't lol).

And sometimes I also think about the fact that MK actually does jump through the waterfall (whether or not he became 'king of the monkeys' is up for debate)—only MK does it the opposite way in 4x02:

The ways in which MK mirrors Wukong both torments and perplexes me.

Also:

#like #omg unhinged anon hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#apologize to like #the 12 other asks in my ask box rn #I'm a little golden retriever #asks #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk MK #unhinged anon #lmk reflection motif #(or lack thereof)#anyways what do we do. Like the staff was kinda like a ''handing the world to the next generation'' type thing #But MK. Hands it back?????????????????????????????#''Everything's always my fault! Ever since I picked up the staff i-''#Like. okay.#I hate symbolism I haaatteeee it #Like maybe it's more of a ''they're sharing it!!!'' situation #But god MK sure does not use the staff at all while in Monkey Form (4x07 4x08 4x13)#I'm tellin' u right now. SWK is using the staff against MK next season #ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD MAKE ME LOSE IT #If the SWK V MK fight parallels the SWK & MK V Azure fight #Like. SWK does some of the same moves but this time by himself and against MK #The MK and Azure foil can be something so personal to me

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puppyeared · 1 year

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Design notes (+ a little Portal clownery)

#this is only when I really take the time to draw them properly and not fucking rushing the fuck out of my hand on stream to get my silly #stupid joke out of my head. because when that happens the only thing that can tell them apart is wukongs phoenix feathers and the thin hope #that I’m conveying their personalities correctly HEHFHSBB #WE GO FULL SONIC/SHADOW IN THIS MF!!!#I also live for macaque being ungroomed and not knowing what to do with his fur for the longest time bc he doesn’t really have anyone to go #to. bc of his falling out with wukong and because he would probably die before asking someone to brush his hair or smth hehffgsbv #probably makes up for it by covering it with glamor anyway. who knows *shrug*#also hiii peddling my wukong and macaque are roughly the same height hc *deafening silence*#this is partly because I can’t clearly imagine one being taller than the other and I just think it’s funny if it’s an ongoing argument betwe #between them for centuries. arguing whos taller even back when they were friends JDHFNSV #my art #myart #doodles #Lego Monkie kid #lmk #Monkie kid #lmk MK #lmk xiaotian #lmk six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk swk #lmk fanart #shadowpeach #but in a divorced way

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post-it-notes7 · 9 months

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WHY DID DRAGATO DREW HIS SWORD, I thought he and MK got along-

a continuation of this ask

There was a conversation going on before Dragato arrived.

Tensions were high. The GSA was losing the war. He overheard some things.

And he didn't take to them well.

#post's rambles #meta knight #sir dragato #sir falspar #kirby right back at ya #post's doodle bin #if you've read 'dumb luck' then you know how tightly wound dragato is beneath the surface and how close he can be to having it set off #but you've yet to witness the full extent of dragato's care for falspar until he throws himself at someone with murder in his eyes #and a sword in his hand #MK is not doing so good #he is about to be doing even less good

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douxmae · 1 year

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I love seeing fan art of Macaque and Wukong fighting as much as the next person, but I also love that I rarely ever see Macaque winning in a fight. Somehow it always ends up like this:

#i know he’s not as powerful as wukong but he gets the upper hand SOMETIMES #poor bby #but I’m all for him getting his ass kicked too #sorry macaque #imagine MK Mei and Pigsy cheering him on as the kids in the back 😂#lego monkie kid #lmk #Lego monkey kid #lmk macaque #macaque #Lego monkie kid macaque #lmk monkey king #lego monkie kid monkey king #monkey king #lmk sun wukong #lmk wukong #sun wukong #wukong #six eared macaque

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 days

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Pussy Magnet

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Jake was always good with animals.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: I'm so sorry I had to make this stupid joke, I'm-

Warnings: Terrible jokes, Jake stealing Steven and Marc's clothes, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 567

You can’t help but smile as you glance over at Jake. You’re in the middle of speaking with your friend, whose home you’re currently in. She had invited you to a small barbeque, which had turned into an impromptu dinner party when the heavens had opened.

There were only seven of you in total, so it wasn’t too overcrowded.

While everyone else were seated on, or around the large armchair and settee in the living room, Jake was the exception.

He was laying on his side, his hand outstretched under the bookcase, slowly coaxing your friend’s new kitten out of hiding.

There was the largest, softest smile plastered over his face as the cat slowly inches forward and sniffed his fingers.

He had been carefully befriending the kitten over the last forty minutes, taking it as a personal mission the second your friend mentioned she had a new kitten that was painfully shy around new people.

She was a small thing, the runt of the litter, black and white with wide green eyes. Your friend and her partner had affectionately named her ‘Newspaper’.

Slowly Newspaper crept closer to him, a few careful steps forward until she was completely out from under the bookshelf’s protection. She paused, watching Jake carefully before shuffling closer again.

Your friend asks you a question and you turn back to her and the conversation around you.

It’s about twenty minutes later that Jake comes and sits down next to you, grinning intently.

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow playfully and his grin widens.

He’s holding his shirt, a borrowed one from Steven, at an odd angle. Basically cradling it. Even if there wasn’t a bulge over his left chest it would be easy to work out why.

“What you got there?” You ask innocently.

“Nothing.” He beams at you and leans closer, moving his shirt slightly to the side to show you Newspaper nestled against him and purring.

You grin.

“You think Marc’ll tell me off for getting cat hair on his t-shirt?”

“Nah.” You shake your head. “He might tell you off for borrowing his clothes again, but not for the cat hair.”

Jake snorts. “Steven doesn’t mind when I do it.”

You grin wider.

“It’s Marc’s fault anyway for buying comfy clothes.”

That makes you laugh.

Newspaper moves a little in her sleep, tucking in closer to Jake.

You pause for a moment, watching the kitten. A terrible joke pops into your head as if it was placed there by some unseen force. Part of you wonders if Khonshu is whispering in your ear, but then again Jake would have heard him too.

“Jake…” You say as naturally as you can.

“Hmm?” He glances up, clocking the silly expression on your face before you even get a chance to talk.

You speak anyway. “You’re really good with animals…”

“Yeah.” He pins you with his deadpan gaze, ready for whatever corny joke you’re going to say next.

“Some could say you’re a … pussy magnet.”

He snorts, breaking his nonchalant facade as quickly as he formed it and nudges you playfully in the arm with his shoulder.

You expect an eye roll when he looks back at you, something along the lines of ‘that’s awful.’ But instead he smiles, silky smooth. “I have been told that in my time.” He waggled his eyebrows at you until you laughed and woke up the kitten.

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