#can't wait for things to get back to normal; my routine's been all fucked up for well over a week ;;

[the-shy-artisan]

in a shocking turn of events, turns out my antibiotics were the culprit behind my worsening insomnia.

so while i finish what's left of 'em, my dr. gave me like extra strength bendadryl to knock me out at night.

it works... a little too well lmao

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

your friend isn't always a genius

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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader

summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.

warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid

it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.

you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.

you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.

sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.

the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.

' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.

' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.

because it does.

'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.

'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.

moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.

'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.

confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.

editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.

which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.

you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.

feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.

getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.

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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.

that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.

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you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.

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almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.

you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.

'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.

let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.

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your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.

aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.

saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.

'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.

moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.

he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.

he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.

'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.

confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.

'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.

shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.

your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.

before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.

that was, until he went into your shared closet.

your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.

'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.

letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.

'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.

expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.

you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.

dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.

you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.

adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.

your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.

breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.

he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'

tag : @jxvipike

a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy

[sailorholly]

Caught

Summary: After you wear a skimpy bikini to catch the unsub, Spencer can’t get the image of you out of his head.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Masterbation.

A/N: Between Us will be a little late this week! So have this oneshot until it’s ready! ❤️

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Sharing a room with Spencer had never been a problem. Everyone always partnered up so quickly, you two were often left with no choice but to room together. You were used to it by now, this was probably the tenth time.

He always stayed on his side of the bed when there was only one. You had a routine when it came to bedtime. You would take your shower first, while he laid out his clothes for the next day. When you were finished, he would take his while you read, snuggled in the bed.

It had been a strange day. You, JJ, and Emily had to go undercover to catch the unsub. He found his victims at the hotel pool he worked at as a lifeguard. He would stalk women on their vacations and kidnap them, holding them hostage until the next summer came around. He would kill them at the start of the summer and begin looking for his next victim.

So here you were, lounging by the pool in a bikini, hoping the unsub would target one of you. Rossi and Hotch stayed in a van outside watching the whole thing. Morgan and Spencer were also at the pool, by the bar so they could keep you safe if things went sideways.

Morgan flirted with each of you before you went out, shamelessly checking out your bikini clad bodies. Spencer was acting strangely. He spoke with JJ and Emily right before you went to the pool, but when you came up to him, he made an excuse to leave.

As you waited for the unsub to come down for his shift, you went over every interaction you had with Spencer today. You wondered if you said something to upset him, but you couldn't think of anything. The unsub finally came out, selecting JJ as a target. When he grabbed her as she went to the bathroom, Morgan pulled him off her, handcuffing him immediately.

You all went out to eat after he was in police custody. It was a long flight back home, so Hotch made the decision to stay for another night. At dinner, Spencer was back to his normal self with you. You were glad he got out of his weird mood. You didn't want to share a room with him if he was going to avoid you the whole time.

When you got back to the hotel, you and Spencer settled into your normal routine. You grabbed your pajamas out of your bag, heading to the bathroom. You hurried through your shower routine, skipping shaving your legs. You just wanted to relax in bed. You reach to turn the door handle when you hear something that stops you. Is Spencer crying? You hear him whining again. Something must be wrong with his mom.

You start to worry, but don't want to disturb him. He obviously thought you were in the shower and wanted to cry privately. You open the door just enough so you can look out. You'll shut it as soon as you know he's okay. Instead of crying, Spencer has his large hand wrapped around his cock. His head is thrown back, exposing his neck, veins clearly visible as he fucks his hand. His long lashes brush his sculpted cheeks under tightly closed eyes.

He is breathing heavily as his hand travels from root to tip. He takes his time, moaning when he reaches the leaking tip. His thumb swipes over it, gathering the pre cum formed there, and dragging it back down the length of him. You shouldn't be watching something so intimate. But you can't stop yourself. He is so beautiful, dark curls spread on the pillow.

A few moments pass before you decide to shut the door, as you gently scoot it, handle turned so it won't click as it closes, Spencer says something. Well moans it really, you listen closely. He couldn't have said what you thought.

Spencer knew you like the back of his hand. You would be in the bathroom for twenty minutes and forty-three seconds. He still had nine minutes, thirty-one seconds before you would return. He would normally wait to pleasure himself until it was his turn in the shower. But, seeing you in that tiny bikini earlier almost made him cum in his pants like a teenager.

He couldn't wait, as soon as he heard the lock click into place and the water running in the bathroom, he freed himself. He moans your name, knowing you couldn't possibly hear him due to the water flowing in the shower. He tugs his cock, the image of you on your knees in that bikini flooding his mind.

You sink down in front of him, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of your bikini top. You smile as you take him all the way in the back of your throat. You would struggle to take all of him at first. They always do. You would power through it for him. You want to make him feel good.

He imagines you bobbing your head on him, cheeks sucking in, and tongue flicking across the veins decorating his cock. He would place a hand on your head to keep you in place. He would use his free hand to caress your cheek, feeling how full it was with him inside. Then he would bring it down to your breasts. His long fingers dipping beneath the bikini top to play with your nipples.

You would moan around his length, the vibrations almost making him explode. But he would hold back. He wanted to make this last. His hand would eventually travel lower, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side. He would swipe through your center, finding you soaking wet just for him.

Spencer would roll his thumb over your clit, while sinking two slender fingers deep inside you. He would curl them against your inner walls, tapping against that spot that would make you see stars. You would come undone around his fingers, your cries of ecstasy finally sending him over the edge. He would explode in your mouth, loving the way you swallow every drop.

Spencer shook as his orgasm hit him, calling out your name once again. He glanced at his watch, he still had fifty-five seconds before you would come out. He cleaned himself quickly, standing to put his now dirty shirt away. When he notices the bathroom door ajar, your wide eyes staring at him.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asks, his voice raising an octave. "Long enough." You answer, a knowing smile on your face. You walk to your go bag, putting away your toiletries. "I can explain." He starts, his face flushing red. "It's really okay. But Spencer?" He looks up, curls falling in his eyes. "I can do that for you next time." You wink as he looks shocked, stumbling toward the bathroom.

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[buckttommy]

hi jack.

what if i told you i’m a slut for well executed mcd actually and i’m listening very intently.

also having thoughts about buck being reunited with tommy’s corpse and he just wants one more minute. just one more minute. he pulls the sheet down to kiss his cleft i think. just one last time.

anyway.

hello, my love

well if you told me that, i would have to tell you that i can't stop thinking about the quiet moments that come after. tommy dies, and buck can't get to him, and that's just—that's just it, you know? tommy's been ripped from this world, the love story is over and it did not end well. but that's just the end of that story, because now... now buck has to begin another one and that one is all about how to cope (or not cope) with this massive, gaping hole in his life. and so we have the quiet moments.

moments where he waits in the hospital lobby for eddie to identify tommy's body (because eddie certainly wasn't going to put buck through that, and he'll take that one for the team if it means sparing him)

moments where he goes home for the first time after. where he sees bits of tommy everywhere, from the dishes he left in the sink, to the jacket he threw across the back of the sofa, to the towel—still damp—from his shower that morning and he just stands in the middle of it all and cannot think or feel a single thing.

moments where he brushes his teeth and does his hair and before the funeral and can't stop thinking how weird it is to go through his morning routine without tommy's quiet presence in the shower or in their bedroom.

and then, of course, the quiet moment—the last moment—buck gets to see his face. even after the morticians have made tommy look normal, he still looks like an off-center, mirror version of himself without that light, that warmth behind his face. but buck pulls up a chair beside the open casket anyway and reaches down and strokes his strokes. it feels waxy and bizarre. tommy's skin, but not. he's used to the feeling of dead flesh, which is a morbid thing to say, but it comes with the job. people live. people die. tommy was always going to die. hell, buck himself is going to die one day. he just wishes — well. it doesn't matter what he wishes. tommy feels both familiar and abnormal under his hands and it's the first thing that makes buck feel something other than numb—it just makes him feel nauseous.

he sits beside the casket and rubs his thumb over that cleft in tommy's chin, back and forth, back and forth, and is just like, "hey babe... yeah. it's been a... shit couple of days. i keep wanting to tell you about it, you know? turn to you or-or pick up the phone to call you, to just, uh, just hear your voice. but you're not—you're never there. you're never there because you're —you're here and that's... that's kind of messing with my head a little bit. you know? it's messing with my head a lot a bit, actually. anyway, uh. this isn't about me, this is about you and i just wanted to say... before everything starts and—i just wanted to say that i, um. i would—i—i—i want to say i'm okay, that i will be okay. but i'm not and i won't be. i want to crawl in there and be with you and let them bury me alive but no one will let me. eddie is sleeping next to me because he thinks i'm going to kill myself overnight and chris is sleeping in the second bedroom because he's scared too, bobby comes over every day to make sure i'm not dead on the floor and to be honest, i just wish they'd all fuck off. i love them but i love you more, and you're — you're still the only person i can say that to. you know? i-i hate the way they love me, i hate the fact that you're gone, i hate that i can't leave without doing this to them, and i hate —" he stops because he was going to say i hate you but that's not true. there's not a single version of existence in which that is true. so he just stops and sighs and gets up. kisses the cleft in tommy's chin and presses their foreheads together. "if you'd given me a chance, i would have joined you," is all he says. "suicide pact or murder-suicide or... fucking whatever. i would have joined you. i still want to. maybe i will. i don't know. i love you. i love you. i said it every day and i still don't think it was enough. i love you, i'll never stop loving you. i'll never stop wanting to love you. i—"

but at that point, people are starting to fill in the church so buck just sighs again. puts the chair back and listens to the preacher give a generic sermon about a man he didn't know, and spends the whole time contemplating the fastest, easiest way to die.

so. yeah that's what i would have to say.

[ccalhoun]

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carlisle cullen x m!werewolf! reader

warnings: male reader, werewolf reader, imprinting, twilight lore, omegaverse?, forbidden love, reader gets hit by a car lol, love confessions??, esme doesnt exist (still love her tho)

wc: 2.1k

cut for length!

you drove into town in your dad's truck, old and slow. your family hated going into town, and you never understood why, which is why you were on a sort of errands run for them. of course you knew of the cullens in all of their vampire-ness but you never found it as much of a problem, what were the chances you'd run into them anyways?

the laundry list of things to do was long, longer than you'd expected, so last minute you called your friend jess to help keep you company on your long day ahead of you. you picked her up from her cute but humble house and headed towards the first place on your list, newton's olympic outfitter's. "aren't you and one of the newton boys together? mike, right?" you asked as you looked at the list on the seat next to you while pulling out of jess' driveway. it'd been awhile since the last time you'd hung out even though you considered jess to be one of your closer friends, the reservation didn't get good enough phone reception to call as frequently as she wanted.

"uh, no, we broke up actually," she mumbled quickly from the passenger seat next to you. "oh, damn, sorry. what a bitch," you added the last part jokingly, trying to cheer up from the topic. you both laughed it off and continued the drive until you got there, continuing your conversation as you walked into the store. "i just need to get a few things for my sibling(s) and dad, shouldn't take too long," you assured her as you quickly found the first thing on your list. the day went mostly like this, stopping by random shops for the few odd items before the final store on the list, just getting a few groceries that are cheaper to buy in forks. you entered the store and followed the routine as normal, getting whatever you needed and getting out as soon as possible.

caught up in your conversation with jess, you hadn't even noticed the small red car speeding through the parking lot. everything happened so fast all you can remember is walking with jess, hearing her scream, and then being on the ground of the parking lot. "tyler! what the fuck is your problem!" jess yells, you only vaguely hear it before she rushes over to help you sit up. "at least call an ambulance asshole, don't just stand there with your door open!" you heard her yell again before she started to check on you.

before you knew it, you were being taken into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital. the hospital. a shiver runs down your spine and you hear the heart rate monitor pick up its beeping as you realized you're going to the one place in forks where you have been forbidden to go by your family.

you start panicking, trying to get out of the ambulance in any way you can.

"hey, calm down, we're going to put you under for the rest of the ride, okay? we can't help you if you don't let us," you hear the nurse in the back with you say after trying to get you to stop freaking out.

you woke again in a hospital bed, the smell of medicine invading your nostrils immediately and making you sneeze.

"ah, you're awake, and just in time. the doctor's on his way right now." the same female nurse says before finishing up on writing your vitals and waiting for the doctor. your heart drops when you hear her mention him, no doubt it was carlisle cullen. what if he killed you in the hospital, right there, he probably had manipulation powers to make everyone think nothing happened.

"i don't need a doctor, i'm fine, let me go," you rush out as fast as possible while trying to sit up, the action only making you dizzy as the nurse gently laid you back down.

"once the doctor says you're fine you can leave. you only have minimal bruising and a few cuts, you'll be out of here in the blink of an eye," the nurse comforted you, and it seemingly worked as the heart rate monitor went back to normal. you took deep breaths, only a few minutes with the monster and you'd be able to leave and never go into forks again.

you heard footsteps approaching and turned your head to the door, the door knob turned and your heart dropped again, fear pulsing in your veins more than it ever has before. then he stepped into the room and you were filled with a new feeling, your heart started beating faster, and it was like you had tunnel vision on him and him alone. you couldn't hear the busy sounds of the hospital, and you surely didn't notice the nurse standing too close for your liking anymore. the first thing your brain registered was that the doctor had the best smell you've ever encountered, like vanilla, honey, and lavender all at once.

"-use me, sir?" the nurse said, only hearing the last part of whatever she was saying. you adjusted back to reality quicker than you wanted, then you noticed the doctor standing in front you, trying to get your attention for an unknown amount of time.

"cullen," was all you managed to squeak out, staring with wide eyes at the man in front of you. he was better looking than anyone you'd ever seen, like god himself graced the doctor's face. he wasn't what you expected from the stories you've been told. you were told his eyes were empty and loveless, but as you looked at him his eyes were warm and more full of love than a father seeing his newborn baby for the first time.

"i see you're from the reservation, brave of you to come here," his voice was angelic, like he was singing a song only for your ears to hear. you gave him an alarmed look before you could stop yourself, was he threatening you? was your pack right?

"what?" you stuttered out and you were met with a soft, too soft to be real, chuckle and a warm smile from the doctor. "i don't see many of you in the hospital, i was starting to think you've all been avoiding it because of me,"

"they have," your words came before your brain could filter them, his frown was quick and the cutest frown you've ever seen, the kind of frown that made you want to hold him and kiss it away. "sorry, just something the tribe elders told us to do, it's not like any of us hate you," you stumbled over your words, and lied through your teeth. some of the members of your pack hated the cullens like they'd been personally attacked by them. the smile on his lips made your heart skip a beat, which was well documented from the heart monitor you nearly forgot about.

the doctor, carlisle you think, shone a light in your eyes, and then checked your ears, and listened to your heartbeat. his hand was on your chest, and you're sure he could hear the affect it had on you.

"well, good news, you can be released and you already talked to the police so there's no need for you to stay." you didn't think it was possible but your heart dropped again, you'd almost wished you got hurt worse so you could spend more time with him. "i'll finish this paperwork and get it on file as soon as possible, you should be able to leave within the hour. is there anything else you need?" you barely heard the rest of his sentence, still focusing on the fact that you wouldn't be able to stay around the doctor for longer.

"um, would it be possible to talk to you? in private?" you asked sheepishly. you were 110% sure you were imprinting on him, and you were even more sure he was definitely a vampire. you didn't hear any heartbeat, and you were quick to notice his larger than normal canine teeth. your question was met with another warm smile that made your heart restart and a nod.

"yes, of course, let me get you unhooked from the equipment and i'll walk you to my office, okay?" his voice was soft and reassuring, like he knew what you were going through. there was no way he knew that much about werewolves, right? just as he said, he helped you get the various wires off and led you to his office. his door read 'doctor carlisle cullen', you had remembered his name correctly. he opened the door and held it open for you, the gentleman you could only dream of. he closed the door gently but swiftly behind himself.

"please, take a seat. what were you wondering about?" he asked sweetly as he took his own seat and set a few papers before himself. you didn't plan to get this far, you hadn't figured out what you were going to say, so you just said what came to mind first, "i know you're a vampire," your words came out jumbled. he stared at you with a blank look, millions of thoughts racing through his head. you picked up on his reaction and rushed out the rest, "i'm not gonna expose you, everyone in the pack knows," hardly comforting, but better than him thinking you want to ruin his life. he let out a small noise of understanding, and that itself made your heart skip another beat.

"what is it you came here to tell me?" his voice was colder now, but still melodic like he planned his words for centuries.

"i'm sure you know about, you know, the whole werewolf thing," you paused as you spoke, looking at him to gather his reaction, and he nodded to signal you to continue speaking. "do you know anything about... imprinting?" you whispered the last word like it was poisonous.

"ah, you came to ask about that. i can try to help as much as i can, but wouldn't you prefer someone from your tribe to explain it to you?" carlisle's words were soft and understanding, with a hint of genuine curiosity.

"no, uhm, hold on i think i need a minute," you stuttered out, trying to figure out the least awkward way to explain you think he's your soulmate. you thought for a minute, carefully putting a sentence together before speaking again.

"doctor cullen," you started, "carlisle, i think i," your voice was caught in your throat, but you tried your best to finish you sentence. "i think i imprinted on you," you ripped off the band-aid and rushed it out. you stared at your shoes, though you'd rather be looking at carlisle's godly beautiful face. after a moment of silence you peeked a look at his face to gather if he was upset or not. you couldn't pinpoint the emotion on his face, shock? fear? anger? your heart started beating at an irregular pace again, "i-i'm so sorry, i'll go," you felt tears in your eyes and started to gather the small bag of belongings you were given before his voice stopped you.

"no, no, you're okay. i'm sorry, i didn't know that was possible," for once his words didn't seem as well thought out, it was jarring but his words flowed together as beautiful as always. "and you're sure?" he asked.

"yes, i think, i don't know. i haven't felt this way before, it's just like it was described to me. like you're the only person who actually matters anymore," you spoke freely, which surprised you.

"hm, well, i'm new to this too, we can figure it out together," carlisle's voice was warmer than ever, you felt like a blanket was being placed over you. you smiled and were going to stand up when he was suddenly standing right next to you, you jumped slightly and he let out a playful laugh, his laugh was beautiful, like angels singing in a choir. "apologies, forgot to warn you,"

you stood up and hugged yourself to him, his arms wrapped around you in the best hug you've ever had. he was cold, but you were sure you were warm enough for the both of you. you never wanted to separate from it, and let out a whine when he pulled away, surprising yourself more than you thought you could today.

"i'll tell the hospital something happened with one of the kids and we can talk about this more, if you're okay with it," you agreed quickly, the other patients could wait, how much trouble could happen in forks while you hog him for a little?

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[skinnywalker]

When we met part 1: the other Tartts (Roy Kent x Jamie tartt's sister reader)

Roy is a very mature man. He wouldn't be caught dead doing the foolish things other men would do for love. He doesn't look at pretty women longingly, he doesn't beg for numbers or socials and he doesn't fawn after girls he can't talk to. That why he hasn't made a move on Tartt's angelic sister.

That's definitely the reason.

She comes into the locker room all the time bringing Jamie gifts and hugs and tales from home. She comes every week without fail. Roy is almost jealous. But he wouldn't be jealous of Jamie. Not in a million years.

She is waiting outside for her ride. She looks beautiful like that. When Jamie isn't around.

"You waiting on someone?"

She turns to look at Roy and smiles. God she looks pretty when she smiles. Her face is like Jamie's if Jamie wasn't a totally prick.

"Yes my Uber. Thought it would be here already."

"Tartt didn't take ya home? That's fucking rude."

She laughs.

"We live apart. Like really far apart."

"Yeah but yar his sister! Ya have special rights!"

She chuckles and pulls her coat on tighter.

"You'd think."

Roy isn't impulse. He isn't. He's smart and he thinks ahead and-

"I'll drive ya home."

"What?"

"I'll drive ya home. It's too cold to stay out here and the club will close soon. I have no where else to go tonight."

She gives him and million excuses but Roy is as stubborn as stone.

"Ok, thank you. You really didn't need to do this."

"Yeah and Tartt didn't need to leave ya out in the cold like a prick. Hop in."

He drives for miles and she begins to doze off.

"Whats your address?"

No response. Roy turns to find that she is asleep. God damnit how can she always look so pretty. Roy can't force himself to wake her up.

He stops outside of his apartment and wakes her up enough to get inside and on his couch. She goes straight back asleep. Best to leave her like this.

Roy can't sleep though. It's eating him alive that he has Jamie's pretty sister in his house on his couch. Why does it matter so much? Why? Roy doesn't fall for girls who don't even know him, right?

He finally falls into a restless sleep. When morning hits he goes into the normal morning routine and stops when he sees her again in his bathroom.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Roy than remembers he is most naked and slips into his robe.

"Do you....do ya need new clothes?"

"I don't think so. Did we?"

"NO! no we didn't do anything! Ya fell asleep in my car is all and I didn't have yar address."

He can't tell her reaction to this news.

"Oh. Ok. Thank you. Thank you for taking me home to sleep. I'm sure it was kind of weird."

It was kind of weird.

"No it was fine. Ya needed a place to sleep and I'd prefer ya to fall asleep in my car rather than some random uber."

She nods. Her face is still unreadable. But then she smiles and her eyes twinkle.

"Can I ask you a weird question? You can ignore it if you want but I just want to know."

"Ask away."

"Are you single?"

What. Roy's brain turns off for a second

"Yes."

"Ok."

Awkward silence falls over them.

"Why?"

"Well, it really touched me that you were willing to take me home and care about me so I was just, you know, curious."

"Curious about?"

She takes a deep breathe.

"Well I've seen you in the locker room for a while and I thought you were cute and you seem kind and intelligent and I've been single for a while so I was just....wondering."

Someone into Roy first? That never happens.

"That's a bit fast, but if we take things slow and if ya don't mind not tell Tartt I...I wouldn't mind trying something."

"Yeah, not telling Jamie is a good idea."

More awkward silence. Roy has never been this awkward with a girl.

"So, are we dating then?"

She smiles

"Depends, do you want to get breakfast together?" Roy smiles for the first time in a while. He is genuinely happy.

"Yes, I would."

(@pyschshawnjulesshanluke happy birthday!)

*part two coming*

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 26

He needed to try, the Ghost king shaked as he walked towards cabin 1, lifting his hand to knock, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't fucking admit it, was too much. He walked back to his cabin, sweating, shaking, in tears. He took out a back of cigarettes, breathing in the nicotine, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He had to try again, he knew he wouldn't live if he didn't, he wished he could die, but he couldn't leave Hazel alone, she didn't deserve to suffer. A small part of his brain wondered... she had Frank, Reyna and that other girl, what was her name? Lavinia? But he knew he needed to at least try, if only for his younger sister. Tears streamed down his face as he forced himself to walk to the Posidon cabin, he wasn't sure why but he felt like Percy would be easier to talk to. His hand shaked as he knocked on the door, he wanted to run away but he didn't let himself, he couldn't be weak. Percy opened the door, instantly pulling Nico inside. The Ghost king sat on the bed and in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper, though tear spoke."..H.. Help me... please, I-I can't let- Hazel... be alone."

"You'll be okay, I'll help you." He pulled the sobbing boy into a hug,

"I'm not even worth fucking helping."

"Nico, I know you've gone through a lot, but you can't give up on life. Everyone's worth saving."

"I'm a suicidal faggot who can't have half a normal conversation with living people and everyone hates me because my dad is the king of the Underworld."

"Shh.. I know it's been hard, I know everything seems to be against you, but things will get better."

"I'm a fucking freak, the only reason I'm not dead yet is because I didn't want to leave Hazel alone but who fucking knows, maybe she'd be better off without a brother that killed two people. I want to give up."

"I wanted to as well."

"What..?" Percy turned his arm around, revealing pale scars streaking up and down his arms. "But... Why? When?"

"Well..., a lot of them were from before I found out I was a demigod."

"Doesn't that mean you were..."

"Eleven? Yes, my step dad, he was a nightmare."

{Percy's memory's}

"Can't wait till the fall, you'll get out from under my roof again."

"You're not even employed, how is this your roof? And I got back yesterday, leave me alone."

"Now litsen here you son of a bitch, the only place you will ever get in that fucking life of your is jail. You can't even fucking spell, your grades are worse than a first grader that's how fucking retarded you are. Go fetch me a beer, that's the only thing you're good for anyways, your slut of a mother isn't around all day to get it for me."

"DON'T SAY A WORD ABOUT MY MOM!"

"Oh, you want to be a little bitch? I'll see how strong you are in three fucking minutes." I ran into to my room, desperately trying to lock the broken door. He walked inside, snapping the belt.

"Now you're going to learn to respect me you bitch." I didn't reply, I knew that would only make things worse than they already are. The leather hit my back, I didn't flich, I wanted to scream from the pain but I wouldn't let him break me. Again, I knew the routine. Punches, kicks, yelling, I had it memorised, same as every summer before, same as every day. He kicked me to the side of my room, locking it from the outside with a padlock.I wouldn't cry, I can't give him the satisfaction. My whole body burned, I look at the scars left by the studded leather belt, I wanted to add more. Who would care anyways? I had no friends, mom might have cared but she's barely around with how much she's working, Gabe would be happy if I were gone. I glace over at my arm where there were pale, jagged lines from last summer, some were my own work, some were from the empty, broken bottles he'd thrown at me. It's not like school was any better, they just kept it all hidden, they don't even fucking care, they just do it to make you think they do. They care just as much as every other school that kicked me out, they'd be happy it's one less person to be responsible for. I grab a knife I had hidden in the back of a drawer, I pull it across my wrist, letting the stinging pain take over me. Again, I wanted to feel the pain, again, I could fucking help it. Mom would be disappointed, but I can't keep fucking living like this. I hate my self, I hate my school and I just hate my fucking life. I hear the rattle of the lock, fuck, I needed to cover this up. It has to be mom, Gabe wouldn't let me out so quickly.

"Percy I'm home; for God's sake Gabriel you are not allowed to lock my son in his room! Remember I'm the one paying for th-... I'll talk to you later."

"S-sorry." I didn't know what to do, but for once, I let myself cry, for the first time since boarding school, first time since Gabe, first time since my life started going to shit.

Oh if only I knew what life going to shit was back then, Percy thought to himself. "Well... there were other reasons, I was bullied pretty badly for years and I didn't have very any friends before meeting Grover."

"You were eleven, and wanted to die?"

"It seemed easier than living at the time, but please trust me, it's worth living, things will start to look up."

"How- how did you stop?"

"My mom helped a lot, but I did have to go to therapy for a year after that."

"Did you ever do it after that?"

"Yeah, I only stopped because I knew my friends would die if I couldn't save them."

"But... why did you do it? Your life.. it was far from perfect, sure, but you're the Percy Jackson, most powerful demigod at camp half-blood, you're..."

"I thought I killed Annabeth."

"Was... that when I was there? With Bianca?"

"Yeah..., Nico the point of this, it doesn't make you any weaker, I know your life's been hard, but you'll always be worth saving. You might think that no one cares, but people care, and people will notice when you're gone, think of every life you've touched."

"Tell me about Luke."

"What?"

"Luke Castellan, tell me about him."

"He was a hero, taken advantage of by a titan yet people say he was evil because he didn't like he deadbeat dad. He was right about the fact-"

"-Before that. When you first met him, you loved him... didn't you? Tell me about the time before the prophecy."

"He- he was amazing, most talented swordsman I ever knew, incredible teacher, kind of every at camp, and he was one of the first people, ever who didn't give me shit from the day we met and yes I-I loved him. That's why I could never blame him for anything he did, not a second of it."

"Did he know?"

"I barely knew myself, but I think he did."

"Thank you for telling me, and... saying you would... help."

"Nico, course I would, you're like my brother." He pulled the younger boy into a hug, he heard him whisper something in italien before walking off. It sounded sort of sad, but Percy couldn't even remotely guess what the words meant.

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[nowimyurdaisy]

Cool For The Summer?

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

warnings: asshole billy? spelling errors?

summary: to him it was a summer fling the kind you see on tv, except unknown to billy you had developed feelings and so had he.

a/n: the ending kinda sucks, sorry. this is my first billy fic, be nice pls. can’t wait to write post part 2! enjoy <3

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It was a summer fling, the kind you see on tv. 

The day you two met was when you went to the Hawkins Community Pool, you were there babysitting your little sister and her friends. You were sunbathing, your usual routine. When he saw you, in your black bikini top and pink bikini bottoms, he thought you had THE bikini bod. He had to refrain himself from moaning, gosh you looked so damn hot, 

When you got up to go to the vending machine, Billy intercepted you, “hey babe” was all he said two words, that made you roll your eyes but also weak in the knees.” 

Hi, how can I help you?” you ask, making a grimace. 

“I just wanna know your name doll, is that a crime?” Billy asked, smirking.

“y/n, y/n y/l/n” your lips curved into a small smile as you spoke, “and why must you know?”

“No reason babe, i’ll see you around” and with that Billy smirked, turned around and walked away. Leaving you to watch that fine ass move back toward the stand. 

The next time you saw Billy was only a few days later, your parents insisted you take your little sister to the pool with her friends again. You wore a yellow bikini this time. When Billy saw you again, he remembered how lucky he is, your body had been on his mind since last saturday, and honestly his body was on your mind too. This time Billy wasn;t gonna waste anymore time. When he came down from his shift he headed straight to you, walked past all the drooling moms, honestly it's disgusting they are all married, they need to get their heads out of the gutter, that's what you always thought at least. “Hey doll” Billy greeted you on this very hot afternoon.

“You know, now that you know my name, you could at least call me it” you stated.

“Why would I take all the fun out of it, seeing you all flustered?” Billy sat down hand grazing up your thigh now. You were speechless. “You look extra hot today sweetheart” Billy loved seeing you get all flustered as he tried new (seducing) nicknames on you. “You, me dinner tonight, my place” he whispered in your ear, then slipped his phone number into your hand. And left, leaving you more flustered than normal, today just got even hotter. 

It was around 7 o'clock, you were getting ready to head over to billy’s. Your radio playing faintly in the background “Don’t. Don't you want me? You know i can't believe it when i hear that you won't see me dont dont you want me? You know I don't believe you when you say you don’t need me” you hummed along. You curled the tips of your hair, put on a nice shade of raspberry pink lipstick, then put on a slim crop top, fishnets & booty shorts, and sandals (it was the 80s what could you say, fashion was terrible). Tha\en finished your makeup, grabbed your purse and ran out the door. 

When you arrived at his house, you knocked once then twice then he answered. “Hey doll”

“Hi billy” you said flustered already, god this was gonna be a long night.

“Damn sexy stuff, imma have some fun with you.” he opened the door wider, “ come in” you walked in inside. His bare chest on full display, a button up shirt loosely fit around his shape, and jeans on the bottom, and lets not forget about that chain he was wearing. Billy then showed you to his room.  “So what's for dinner?” you asked. 

“You” he responded simply. He got out some beer, and then he picked you up and spun you around, you squealed “Billy”. That was the last thing you remember from that night. 

You woke in unknown sheets, in someone else’s bed, you rolled over and saw a peacefully sleeping billy, ‘holy shit did you really just sleep with billy fucking hargrove’!!?? It all felt like a dream but here you are in his bed, wait, NAKED! Holy- this really is real! 

“Morning sweetheart” Billy mumbled, god his morning voice sounded like a dream, and then he turned over and draped his arm across your bare stomach. 

After that morning you didn't hear from Billy much, you did go to the pool a few more times, but you guessed you must have just missed his shift. The moms always looked at you like you were the disgusting one for sleeping with Billy, while they eye ogled him all day every day. YOu always just gave them the side eye. YOu would not be known as ‘y/n the slut’. And then out of the blue, you get a call from Billy asking if he could come over, and of course you said yes. Then one thing led to another and you woke up next a naked billy, in your bed this time, with a purple hickey on your neck and it felt like a dream once again. 

From then on, every time you went to the pool, Billy would drag you away, and kiss you, and make you feel weak in the knees, leaving hickeys in the most visible places. But leaving you a mess just the same, saying such sweet things, things every girl wants to hear, and then leaving you alone in the morning. Once when you asked why you weren't public, why he didn't want to show you off. He simply replied “I can keep a secret, can you?” and with that we never talked of the subject again. 

After feeling used over and over again, after late night conversations and sex, then the next day seeing him flirt with some new girl, and not even spare you a glance. You were done with it. You slowly started ghosting him, there was only a couple weeks left of summer, you could just not go to the pool, and it would be easy to avoid him at school, you thought. Unluckily for you, Billy noticed this change.

One day he confronted you, he saw you at the pool that day, and he pulled you aside. You reluctantly listened to him. “y/n” he started, anger laced in his voice, “where the hell have you been?!”

“I don't know” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

“I don't know!?! How could you not know?! You’ve been ghosting me!!” Billy shouted louder this time. 

“I'm tired of feeling used all the time!” you yelled, and turned away. Billy grabbed your wrist, you flicked his grasp away, and walked off without another glance.

⚘like you said it was just a summer fling⚘

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[jaytmann2]

How I discovered sex true story part 59.

Nothing happened for a couple of days, it was early Saturday morning when I woke up, Emma was rushing around gathering stuff and mum was on the phone, Brad said "don't go anywhere please so I sat on one of our dining chairs and waited. Mum got off the phone and sat near me. She told me Aunty Julie had falling very sick and we needed to go help her. She said Aunty Julie was going to be ok but needs us there. I made it clear how concerned I was her Aunty Julie but "how can I help and that I had all my mid year exams coming up and things so would we be back in time?" Mum looked at me with an understanding look and said "fuck I didn't think about that" and "I'm honestly not sure how long we'd be there cos Aunty Julie would need treatment and be in and out of hospital and I might also be very boring at times so and stressful" Brad piped in and said "Jay can stay here with me, his old enough to look after himself and get himself to and from school and I'll be home as I normally am so he won't be all alone" mum stopped, thought and asked "How do you feel about that Jay?" I said "I was ok with it if Dad and her were?" Mum looked at Brad and said "im ok if you are?" Brad said "I think us boys will do just fine, you go help Julie, you're a phone call away if we need you" mum said ok and got up to get herself ready to go. Emma got herself and Sarah ready and mum was ready in record time and we loaded Brad's work Ute up, Emma strapped Sarah in and got in, I jumped in and we all headed off to the airport, shortly after mum, Emma and the baby were giving us kisses goodbye and headed to the boarding gate in only minutes to spare. We watched them take off and headed back to the Ute and headed home. Brad pulled thru the maccas drive thru and bought a heap of food as we sat there stuffing our faces before we headed home.

Over the next week, Brad and I got a great routine going, I went to school each day, we kept the house spotless and I did a lot of cooking. Brad made sure I had plenty of money (more then I needed). The next Saturday rolled in and Brad had the day off. We both slept in, I woke to Brad making us a big bacon and egg brunch. I opened him a beer and handed it to him, he said "it's a bit early" I pointed out it was nearly 1pm and he deserved a few drinks. It was a dark rainy day outside so we sat in the lounge room watching Action movies and Brad was being kept with a steady supply of beer thanks to my assistance.

Brad was not pissed but very tipsy and in a really good mellow mood. Mum called and we spoke to her for a while and watch cool Bruce Willis action movie. Brad said how good things were going and what a good job of been doing but he missed mum and "really missed mum's pussy and arse!" We laughed and I said "sorry but I can't help" and Brad said "nah you're my boy, I could never and I'm not into guys anyway" we laughed and I said "who knows what you're into?" Brad laughed and said "Nothing outta the norm" but "I do love to watch people have sex and have sex while people watch me" this honestly surprised me and I said "yeah I can understand, it'd be pretty cool" he told me about him and mum doing it in front of friends doing it and how he used to watch people in a remote parking lot before he met mum. I asked about the parking lot, he told me he would see girls masturbating, guys masturbating, guys and girls having sex, girls and girls having sex, guys and guys having sex etc. I was getting turned on. I jokingly said "oh so you liked seeing Danny and me doing it did you?" Brad said calmly and matter or factly "well you two did look good even tho I didn't look for very long" I said "oh really?" He said "yeah but you're my boy and I also didn't want to freak you out" I said "fair enough, maybe next time you'll just have to hide" as I broke out laughing and Brad said "maybe I will" and he laughed too. It got late and we both went to bed. I jerked off to the thought of people in a parking lot all having sex. After Cumming I went to sleep. Brad was already at work the next day and we didn't see much of eachother for the next week.

The next Saturday came around, it was a nice day out and pretty warm out. Danny came over and Brad made us all lunch and about 5 mins later the phone rang, it was his work, he needed to drop his Ute in as one of the other utes got damaged and Brad had the next 4 days off so they were going to use the Ute. Brad got his keys and said "ill be back in an hour and I'll be getting driven back and I'm going out with my mates later so if you need anything I'll have to get it before I go out tonight. He said "ill see you boys in an hour" and left. Danny was in the toilet and didn't hear nearly all of the conversation. Danny asked where Brad was and I explained he had to go to work but I didn't say when he would be back. I had an idea floating around in my head. I thought Danny would have no part in it so I kept it to myself. About 40 or so minutes had passed so I had to decide if I'd go thru with my plan! I decided I would so I went to my room and got the tube of lube out of my draw (the tube Emma put in there) put it in my pocket and said to Danny let's go out on the back deck. He gladly got up and we went outside. I told him to sit down on the couch, he did as I stood in front of him about 4 foot away and I started to slowly strip my t-shirt off, took my shoes and socks off, took my trackies off and pulled my underwear off and stood in front of him naked and hard. Danny smiled as I walked over to him, bent over grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt pulling it off him, help him get undressed and started to suck him slowly. After a few minutes I took his cock out of my mouth. I crawled over, got the lube out from my pocket and lubed my hole up. Danny was sitting there, cock hard as a rock as I rubbed lube into me in front of him, I also squirted some out and rubbed some around his cock head and I stood up wiped my hand on my t-shirt and walked toward him, my hard cock bobbing along. I could hear a car driving up our street that sounded like Brad's Ute, Danny mustn't have heard it as I turned facing away from him as I bent over lowering my butt down, Danny aimed his cock at my hole and I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. Once he was all the way inside me one at a time I put my feet on the edge of the couch each side of Danny's legs and stretched my arms out on top of the top of the couch leaving the front of my naked body fully exposed my legs were spread wide and my cock was standing straight up against my stomach. Danny's legs were spread a fair bit so from front on you should have easily seen me fully naked and Danny's cock up my arse.

I heard a car door close in the distance, I thought Danny might have heard it but I started to slowly ride his cock and deliberately moan loudly enough not so the neighbours would hear but to drown out any noises and to turn Danny on. I was slowly riding him making sure not to obstruct any view. I was leaning against Danny and his head was to my left so he couldn't see the stairs to the deck. With my eyes barely open I saw a figure round the corner of the house and walk the path toward the stairs. I was deliberately moaning to hide any footsteps but also to alert the approaching figure that Danny and I were there. I saw Brad's baseball cap near the stairs but moving really slowly. Squinting I saw Brad look up toward us as he try'd to stay out of sight. I rode Danny's cock, my heart was pounding so dam hard. My moaning was getting louder. I opened my eyes a little more, I could see Brad's eyes fixed on us as Danny and I were having sex. I started riding harder and faster, my arse slapping into his lap and my cock slapping against my tummy with each thrust. I was now at a medium pace bouncing on Danny's cock, Brad's head was bobbing and I could tell he was pulling on his cock.

I opened my eyes and Brad's eyes and mine made contact before his eyes went back to my cock and Danny's cock in my arse, I grabbed my cock and quickly stroked it just before I shot jet after jet of cum over my chest and some getting on my chin. I now started to rock my hips and grind my arse into Danny's cock and in moments Danny said he was Cumming so I slammed down on his cock making him cum deep in me! I then got off his cock and copied what Emma did to me! As I got off his cock I felt some cum escape from my hole. I got onto my knees and took hold of his still hard cock, some of his cum was dripping down his shaft and I took him into my mouth. I could taste his cum, the lube and the tangy taste of my arse on his cock. I bobbed my head on his cock, I pushed my arse muscles pushing some of his cum out of my hole and felt it dribble down toward my balls, I pushed more cum out of me as Danny's cock started going soft in my mouth. I sucked upwards as his cock popped out of my mouth and moved up and kissed him deeply before I straightened my back. I felt cum run out of my crack and fall hitting the deck. I stood up and stretched my hands helping Danny stand up. I kissed him again as I turned around to see Brad's head disappear.

We picked up our cloths, and headed inside, I looked back at the blobs of cum on the deck as I had cum running down my legs. Danny and I jumped in the shower and cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. I'd left my shoes outside so I ran out to get them, I picked my shoes up and looked at the deck at where the blobs of cum were to see it was all gone and it looked like fresh lick marks on the deck where the cum used to be!

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Four, Part 1

-455 I was standing above the sink, washing the day's dishes. For most people, this was just a normal part of the day. Those people didn't have a person shouting at them from the living room. Screaming how she hated me and wanted me gone. Right now. Just get out. But the minute that I'd actually go to leave, she come running holding me back. Telling me she was sorry and that she loved me, and that she'd try harder. I had learned how to deal with it, slipping into the fake world I was building in my head. A fake world that wasn't this sharp.

As I stood there, washing a knife and wondering what would happen I just drove it straight into my chest. She kept screaming. I actually found myself feeling guilty, like always. I know I had done something wrong. I always did. And she was always there to remind me how I fucked up. Lately, it seems that's all I did.

I stood there, washing the dishes, and wishing I was dead. She yelled at me that I didn't vacuum the floor right. Or there was dust on the TV stand. Or accusing me of cheating on her.

I started drying the dishes and put them in the places she wanted them in. In the end it didn't matter, because she would change her mind and claim to have told me. Sometimes, it seemed like she did those things just for a reason to fight with me. To hate me and break me. Then love bomb me for a week so I'll forget all about the time she cut my hand so bad I had to go get stitches in my palm. Or the broken mirror she had shattered over my head. Or the time she straight up punched me in the face. I wore a black eye of domestic abuse shame telling everyone I walked into a door.

It had become routine though. And I loved her. I loved her for all the good times, with all my heart. And to me, that made it worth it to stick through all the bad. I'd take her jabs and low blows, just to hear her say she loved me sometimes. Sorry had become my prayer. And if I wasn't apologizing, she was. The codependency was far from healthy or safe. We were horrible to each other. But those moments where we somehow worked? We were the king and queen of the entire planet.

I put the last plate away and sighed. I headed out of the kitchen and into the small living room. She didn't say anything now, just staring at the TV that was so quiet you could barely hear it. You couldn't actually make out what anyone was saying. A cigarette slowly burned between her fingers. I flopped own into and old and torn up recliner we had scavenged somewhere, probably from the side of a road.

"What? You can't sit by me now?" She asked, with venom in every word.

"Sorry," I moved from the chair, next to her, lighting my own cigarette. I watched the smoke for a second, envying its ability to escape into nothing.

"I don't what you next to me if you don't want to be by me," she growled.

"It's not that at all. I just sat down. I'm tired and just sat down in the closest spot."

"Fuck you, Chris. You're a shitty liar." I looked at her. I knew in a few hours I would be talking to someone else. Someone who did love me. Under that thick hide of anger and resentment was the person I had loved. It was all because of me.

I caught her picking up the crystal ashtray, just in time to duck as it smashed and added a new hole in the apartment wall. Our landlords were going to hate us.

* * * *

My eyes snapped open. It was still dark, and the red glow from my Christmas lights were the only light on in my room. They cast shadows that danced on the walls. From behind my shades, a streetlamp was just the right angle to cast a shadow of slats across my bedroom floor.

My heart was beating quickly. I could feel the blood violently rushing throughout my veins and arteries. As if I'd been running in my sleep. And maybe I was, I was covered in sweat, but was extremely cold. The hard bite of panic does that. It freezes you right to your core. Its cold knives being driven into your flesh. I pulled my blanket up and shivered slightly. Waiting for my breathing to catch up with itself. Waiting for my heart to slow down. To stop seeing movement in the shadows. To remember where I was. And know I didn't need to duck from an ashtray aimed at my skull.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

No sooner had the word 'Yes' escaped Sebastian's mouth than suddenly he was being physically shoved into the bathroom--by Augustine, with Riven yelling encouragement. He'd been ordered to bathe--but not to wash his hair. Mathye had been waiting with new underthings--and when Sebastian had asked where his normal clothing was, the medic had shook his head grimly and told him not to ask. A stool had been waiting for Sebastian when he'd emerged from the restroom, and Riven had frog-marched him over to it. A large towel had been placed around Sebastian the moment he sat down, and then Jandeline--the Jandelaine!!-- had suddenly appeared, air kissing Riven before turning his full focus onto Sebastian.

"Oh goodness."

"Get rid of the gloomy." Mathye suggested, not that helpful.

"I suppose she's already begun work on his wardrobe then?" The comment was enough to snap Sebastian out of his stunned daze.

"I--"

"He has no clothes." Augustine supplied. Jandelaine chuckled in glee, rubbing his hands together.

"Raw clay, I see! I do enjoy a challenge!"

"I came with clothes!" Sebastian protested. Admittedly he'd had to buy them when he had arrived in Limsa, but they were at least functional--

"You'll learn. You didn't come with clothing." Augustine repeated. This was punctuated by Riven emerging from Sebastian's room with an armful of the clothing he'd bought.

"Hey, what the--"

"All of this is going, I can't believe that shitty excuse for a tailor is still in Hawker's, if you're getting ready-made you should have at least gone further in instead of the shops that are right on the ferry-dock--" Riven ranted. She dropped the clothing in a pile before turning around and heading back into the bedroom. Jandelaine shuddered.

"Don't argue, you'll have better by the afternoon." He said, starting to run his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "Oh dear gods. Split ends, dryness-"

"I had a routine, but I can't--I didn't bring my normal products--" Sebastian stammered out, watching as more clothing came flying out of the room.

"Mathye! Take these by Naldiq and Vymelli's!" Sebastian's armor--coat and boots--were summarily tossed out."

"Hey!!" Sebastian yelped. Riven stuck her head out of the doorframe.

"Don't worry. Those are staying, they're the only things you have that are both good and fashionable.". She said. "But you have damn near no armor enchantments!"

"The Studium--" Sebastian ventured. "It's got armor--"

"Sharlayan armor enchantment is shite." Mathye snapped, yanking up the coat and glaring at it as if it personally offended him. "No wonder why you keep getting hurt--and it's a fucking miracle your guts haven't seen air yet."

"I'll go by Seventh Sage and see if they have anything." Augustine offered, pushing himself up off his chair. Sebastian could feel himself start to get dizzy-- and panic was starting to set in, he couldn't--

"I don't have money to pay for--"

"I'm paying for everything." Riven countered. "Jandelaine, you have him for the next two hours, the tailors are coming at lunch."

[chocolatemooseperson]

Yknow what, how the fuck did I used to live like this everyday. Like. How did I ever do anything back in the day? OBVIOUSLY I fucking struggled in school like this. My god. No wonder I never studied and did homework at the last minute. Can't wait for my brain to defeat these silly chemicals and realise they're here to do me a favour instead of piss me off

It's so surreal now for these side effects to make me feel how I used to do back before I took any meds. I kinda hate it but it's sorta humbling tbh. Reminds me how much better my life is now.

Now, I'm usually quite able to just wake up in the morning and follow my nice usual routine, takin my meds when I get up, gettin in the shower, gettin dressed, havin some food and getting on with the day, sometimes even without pacing at all for a whole day. Then I might go and watch something with my mom, cook something with her.

Oh and!! Something I do now is I have these creative things I do every day. I'll usually knit about 4 rows of my blanket every day and also read like 30 pages of my current book every day? I've been taking double of my normal dose for only 3 days now and haven't really done either of those things yet?

Yeahhhhhh ikkkkkk 3 days isn't very long so it might be that I'll be able to do that again soon but it's just pissing me off so much that I just feel kind of lethargic and mentally tired, like I don't have the mental energy to do some stuff, and I just wanna curl up, n stuff doesn't feel satisfying idk. N I feel a bit dissociative really. Fuckin hell

Very humbling. It'll get better. But oh my god do I look forward to that

[countlessrealities]

send a number + an emoji to bite my muse || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: 13. thighs + 🐈 bored, to be noticed { To your Rick from my Rick fdshjk }

Lazy days were something that Rick rarely allowed himself. They were a relic of another lifetime, back when he was a different man, with different goals and priorities, without all the aching scars he bore now. He had hardly had any during the forty years he had spent chasing after the man who had blown his life to pieces. He didn't feel like he deserved to rest while the bastard was still gallivanting around the multiverse, merrily and unpunished. And he probably couldn't have done it even if he had tried, in any case.

Things had changed a bit once he had settled down with Morty and his family. Afternoons spent watching Interdimensional Cable had become part of his and the teen's shared activities, and so had the days at Blips and Chitz, devoted to wrecking everyone else's scores. He had rediscovered what having fun truly meant.

Not that he hadn't had with Squanchy and Birdperson and their band back in the days. They had had crazy adventures and even crazier party life. However, with Morty, the enjoyment came unburdened by the need to lose himself in alcohol and drugs and adrenaline, to stop thinking and to forget.

Yet, he had found himself experiencing real domestic bliss only after he and his counterpart had met and properly gotten together. As rocky as the start of their romantic relationship had been, and still was at times, for the most they had found their balance with each other and that allowed them to have times when the world disappeared and they were left, alone and undisturbed, in the warm comfort of their bubble of intimacy.

That day was a perfect example of this new addition to his routine. He had slipped out of bed a little earlier than he normally did, to make them breakfast and serve it to his boyfriend in bed. His other self loved that sort of gestures, so Rick jumped on every pretext to spoil him. It was one of the too many ways he showed his counterpart just how in love he was and how the feeling wasn't showing any sign of fading. On the contrary, it got more and more solid with every passing day.

They had taken their sweet time with the pancakes, even feeding some to each other as if they had been starring in some cliché romantic movie. At some point, by chance or on purpose, some syrup had dripped onto warm skin and that had been the perfect excuse to build up the heat between them until they were tangled in each other and quivering in pleasure.

Once their appetites had been satiated, they had lounged in bed, elapsing in a comfortable silence. His boyfriend had eventually dozed off, while Rick had started to tinker with a device he had built the night before.

As it happened more often than not, he had gotten so absorbed in his little project that he didn't even notice his counterpart stirring next to him, nor how those ice blue eyes had locked on him, in the vain attempt to get his attention. He had remained oblivious to it all, deaf to the low purring and the bore sigh that had left the other's lips. At least until his boyfriend's teeth had found the flesh of his inner thigh, delivering a quick but harsh nip.

The stinging that the bite left behind startled him back to the present and Rick almost dropped the tools he was holding. The confusion that had filled his expression, however, quickly turned into amusement as soon as his gaze landed on the pout that his counterpart was sporting.

Shit, he has no business being so fucking cute.

"B-Baby, what the hell?" He asked, but the tone of his voice was fond and his eyes were sparkling with laughter. "D-Damn, you really can't wait f-for me to finish?"

When the only answer he received was another nip, he made a show of shaking his head in fake exasperation, setting the device and the tools back on the nightstand with a theatrical sigh.

"F-Fine, if you really can't do without me...c-c'mere, lover."

The time of letting out a snort and his boyfriend was in his arms, bare chests pressing together and lips meeting in a slow, lazy dance of tongues.

Rick let out a hum, sinking a little deeper into their embrace. Who could have imagined that happiness tasted like hard liquor and sugary pancakes?

[alonsimo]

vent because i am literally this close to tears over nothing and need to let it out somewhere

called my doctor's office again today. i've been waiting for an appointment with connective tissues for five months, and an appointment with cardiology for one. the very nice lady on the phone asked if i had done a holter monitor yet like my doctor asked me to. i said no, because i was never told where when or how to get one. she put me on hold. came back, she was also bewildered. she also didn't know why it has taken a month and two phone calls to hear back about that, but she was going to get something set up today.

i got a letter yesterday with blood work results (normal, thank christ i cannot take another Thing) that said that they'd tried to reach me by phone and couldn't. i asked if she wouldn't mind reading my phone number back, because this is not the first time they've said they've tried to contact me but i've never seen anything. it was correct. there was no call record. they didn't try.

my ribs have been subluxating for five months due to a fencing injury - one popped all the way out yesterday because i dared to turn over a little weird while trying to sleep. i can't walk around the grocery store without double knee braces because my kneecaps move out of position when i walk on concrete. my pulse drops to 42 for no reason, then gets up to 175 while i'm leisurely walking around my apartment, and i've already passed out once because of it.

and now i'm panicking because if that's not bad enough to be taken at least a little seriously, then what is? when will i be sick and hurt and tired and broken enough to be worth a routine phone call over normal blood work? when will it be enough to be worth at least being told what the next step is, even if there's nothing available right now (which is fine!!! and expected!!!). when will i be enough?

and it's been 5 months and 1 month respectively. and nobody can tell me why. every time i ask, they're as confused about the lack of communication as i am. i am 20 and can honestly say i've cried about an echocardiogram because i was that relieved to get an appointment. is that normal? what even is that?

i know this is just how the fucked up american healthcare system works. i know i'm lucky to be able to afford these kinds of procedures and tests and waits while things are still manageable and i'm still under my parents' insurance. i know that i probably have switched primary care practices a long time ago.

i'm just. so tired. all the time. and i want to stop. but i also want kids some day, and i'll be damned if i make them jump through these hoops because i decided i didn't want to deal with it before giving them half of my genetics.

[outcast-thingz]

Chapter 1:

Some Days Be Shitty

What an annoying noise; the alarm clock that is. Despite telling herself this every morning Styx would never throw the damn thing away. However, it did get its fair share abuse from her fist slamming the dismiss button. Shuffling through her morning routine something about today had a heavier weight on her arms. 'No matter how many times I do this.. my arms still ache halfway through the braids,' mentally growing as she tucks bits of hidden hair and pins things in place in a lackadaisical manner. 'No time to make things neat.' Barely enough time for breakfast and getting shoes on so she can head out the door and slide down the rope.

Something about early morning pinewood made the ride into town and start of her day deceivingly calm, blissful if you will. But as wonderful as the feeling was Styx was well aware of how vexing today would be. 'Two deep clean and three minor pick ups' the hum of her motorcycle covering her sigh. 'Shit.. I need stop by Pedlar Bob's. There's always something more' a quick change of lanes and a few extra turns. Going in the morning would be better than the afternoon. Thankfully most people wait til the afternoon shop for anything, makes the morning quiet, peaceful.

"Dark Chocolate PB Hexa-Squares!? Show me!!!" Although excited and loud there was something soft and soothing about this man's voice. Not that it matter, as seconds later he would follow up with a girlish scream. He falls back and manages to Styx with him.

"Kyran, I'll rip you a new one if you keep that up. You know I hate when you do that. So damn creepy..." whoever this man was scolding laugh from the other aisle as they ran off. He finally gets to his feet and dusts himself off.

'Like pear.. if it were the size of tree' the first though that scrambled through Styx's mind. Her nails dig into her palms fight the urge to through hands with someone who clearly didn't mean to slam into her like a damn truck. She sneezes making her head hurt and alerts the large man.

"Oop, I'm sorry 'bout that hun. Here lemme give ya a hand." Was the last thing she expected hear given that he had daggers being stared at him.

Its quiet in the mornings.. at least it should have been. 'Fucking tourists' not a sound leaves her mouth, but he didn't need them to know his help wasn't wanted. The red head rolls her eyes and gets up on her own.

"I really am sorry 'bout that ma'am. I almost hadn't noticed you were there." Ah there was nervous voice an-

'I'm SoRrY Was that a fucking short joke? I-' her phone buzzes, 'damn it I'm late. I don't have time for this.' A deep breath and 180⁰ and she was headed for the checkout line. Her eyes glued to the floor, 'don't see 'em, can't clock 'em'.

It could have been the chemicals from cleaning, or maybe the tumble from this morning was still messing with her but with each passing hour her headache grew worse. She blamed the sneeze earlier on the heavy cologne pear man was wearing. Smelt like he was dropped in an axe dunk tank; took her three aisles before she could get away from the smell. Even with all that she was still sneezing throughout the day. 'It's just allergies. Nothing more.' The thought of being sick wouldn't dare cross her mind. Light headed? Chemicals. Suck it up, get some air, get back to work. Stomach ache? Shitty food, quit steering off the diet and that won't happen.

If today wasn't already mess as if was *bzzt bzzt* a little cherry on top:

[It appears the email never sent. We found a group to replace the couple that canceled for Saturday. They also requested an extension. The place better be spotless for them from top to bottom.]

'As if I wasn't feeling shitty enough. They need to learn to stop using fucking email and send a text like normal people... guess I'm deep cleaning three houses today.' Not a moment to rest between houses.

Through the trees and up the hill to the hell house. A life time of memories she didn't care for painted and wrapped up in a pretty dark red and black victorian house. Ivy climbing its way up, down, and sideways on the sides and edgings of the house. The owners may not have liked it but she did so she left it. The house always gave horror movie 'nobody escapes alive' vibes which was about the only thing Styx enjoyed about it. 'Dumbass teenagers, oh~ let's go stay a week in the middle of the woods where there's no cell reception te-he. What could go wrong?' She snickers at her own thoughts. 'Back to business.' Agressive piano pieces blast from her speaker she carried around the house. It wasn't like anyone lived close enough to make complaints.

By time the cleaner was done the sun had left the sky and stars decorated the sky. Styx was barely keeping her eyes open at this point. Still as a reward for herself she shuffled her way to the back porch and slid into the hot tub. Jets massaged her unusually achey muscles. The music was off but a lazy out of tune hum leaves her lips. She slips in a bit too far and coughs up some water. "Damn, that's one *cough cough* one way to wake up." She groans and fixes her seating. A dog bark startles and causes her to scramble out of the water. Quickly stands up and goes to hid ebut found herself getting a more than comfortable hug from the ground. 'Stood up too quick.. That's another way to wake up.'

Barely hidden by the shadow of the trees and hedges of the yard she can hear two voices; one of them seems familiar. Neither of the voice belong to blonde the that was rounding the corner to the backyard though. 'Fuck thats a big dog..' Styx bites her lip as she tries think of a way out of this.

"Is someone there?" That had to be the deepest voice she's ever heard. What in the actual fuck. "Sweetpea, Find It"

[khaleesiofalicante]

Thank you for the new chapter, I was having a shitty day today. But not anymore hehe🤪

I'm just going on record, please rewrite that down that this chapter is by far my favorite one out of one, not to say I don't love the other ones but I adore this one more, angsty more than I anticipated and still love it ( what can I say I'm a masochist who likes to torture myself) so here's me losing my shit over it. (This is gonna be long sorry) .

"It's not a cat," Magnus scoffs and holds up the creature. "It's a kitty." Now this is just mean you make me want to afobt a cat which I will get up tomorrow and do it.

"He doesn’t trust her at all. What if she messes things up for them? Deliberately? What if Magnus doesn’t get the scholarship? What if Magnus has to go back to England? Magnus only has one more year. He can finish it and come back. Of course. But what if he doesn’t want to? A lot can change in one year." Alec my DUDE chill out, why are you planing and things for Magnus go ask him.

“Yes. Of course. But if you start using that as a valid reason to get what you want, it will be hard for you to stop.” “Perhaps you should start there,” his father notes." Wait no, Robert is the voice of reason something is not rightwith universe I can feel it . Please don't make me like him.

"Camille Belcourt" ALEC IDIOT LIGHTWOOD WTF ARE YOU DOING ???? WHAT IS UR DAMN PROBLEM? WERE YOU DROPED ON UR HEAD WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD?   Messaging Camille? The personification of the devil himself? Are you serious right now ???? Man if I could bitch slap you right now or break ur legs I would. 🤬

"Rafael has always hated watching Animal Planet." Please go see a therapist asap, it's not normal to not like watching animals documentary.

"He likes plans and routines. He likes consistency. He does not like surprises or sudden changes or spontaneous decision-making." He sound so much like his Dad 🥲

"Anjali would prefer a place with a garden." "They can spend all their time together then." Certified sappy asshole💯 💞

"When he sits down, his stomach hurts worse. It’s always been like this. When he is nervous, his stomach hurts badly." OH Rafael support being strong headed and go get help for ur anxiety.

"He can’t wake up every morning and check if his father is dead or alive." This one hurt. In a very I want to crawl into a hole and never leave it.

“Why did you file for divorce?” Rafael asks. “That night. Why didn’t you talk to me? Or anyone? Why did you do that, dad? I told you not to do it.” This whole conversation between Alec and Rafael is just chef kiss. Him trying to understand why the divorce happened. Alec wanting to keep Magnus safe and trusting Rafael to do so. And oooh now we know why Alec didn't let Magnus go to London, I feel bad for Rafe he is just a child he shouldn't be responsible for taking care of Magnus that should be Alec's things. Over all I love this father son bond. 😍

“Because he had seen his father’s love and strength and success and kindness and all of it and thought ‘this is what I want to be like too’." You just killed me with this line. Yup, you can hear my heart shattering at how pure this is.

"I don’t think estrogen is going to fix your dumbassery,” Catarina points out" words of wisdom from our own queen Catarina Loss everyone 👏👏👏 also Alec and Magnus finally can sit in the same room and work things out is a huge improvement.

"Rafael is hiding his pain from Magnus." He is hiding so many different parts of him." I can't imagine how hard this is must be on Magnus, to have you're child not turning to you in times on need.

“I gave you so much and you just kept taking! Everyone just keeps taking from me! And I am so fucking tired, and I have nothing more to give! I’m done! Leave me alone!” and finally we see Rafael has had enough of everyone, I can kinda understand where he is coming from its not easy to deal with parentswho suffer from depression and suicide through not knowing if they gonna make it till morning, and Magnus had a habit of runing away from his problems. also drinking is not the solution please don't be like ur dad.

Okay, wow yeah, This chapter starts so soft and tender then poof hit me with Camille then goes right back with Rafael pov and finished it with him leaving, I can't imagine what the impact going to be like for Magnus, it's gonna break him knowing his child only stayed with him because Alec asked him to 😭😭 this is hurt worst than Castiel telling Dean he loves him and then dies 💔  I can't wait for the next chapter to further break my heart.

NOT THE SUPERNATURAL THING OMG (i dont even watch that show but damn dick move from the writers oof)

i'm glad you liked this one. this was one of the chapters where i wrote it and i was like 'uhhhh not that great ugh'. So i love it when yall say you like it because i am like 'seeeeee?????? they like it'

thank you ;)

ps - adopt the cat yo