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[celeberoticafanfic]

Dining Kitchen in Albuquerque

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 28: Free Use (Dead dove; do not eat)

Pairings: Sanzu x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, hard dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Sanzu, free use, CNC, teasing, denial, use of the titles 'daddy' + 'master' + 'puppy' + 'whore' + 'slut', referring to Sanzu's ass as his 'cunt' + 'pussy'

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

While it was quite obvious that Sanzu was absolutely whipped when it came to you, acting as your pretty puppy boyfriend in public, no one knew the kind of arrangement that the two of you truly had going on behind the scenes

Affecting your relationship both in the privacy of your own home, and even in public whenever you were in the mood

Of course you made sure to have several safe words and signals set up, and you often turned off your scary dom persona to spoil Sanzu like a prized pet. These things were mandatory to keep your relationship healthy and make the moments where you were his mean master that much more fun

Moments such as the one yesterday morning when Sanzu was standing in the kitchen, still half asleep and wearing just your shirt and boxers while he waited for the toaster to pop up. He was completely oblivious to the footsteps behind him and it wasn't until a hand clamped over his mouth that he noticed the presence of another person in the room. Sanzu whined at the sudden contact, weakly shaking his head while you groped his ass. The boxers were harshly tugged down, exposing his pretty ass which you swiftly spanked, relishing in the muffled sob that escaped your pet

“Bend over, bitch. And hold your shirt up.” Your commanding tone rang out. Sanzu reluctantly leaned his torso on the countertop, pulling his shirt up to expose his hips and back just like you wanted. Another slap across his pretty cheeks earned another sob from your little whore, sniffling when you pushed him down roughly and smushed his face against the cold counter. Raising your other hand up to his pouty lips, which he refused to open up for at first. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head ‘no’ to the best of his ability

Not having the patience for disobedience this early in the morning, you slammed your hips into his hard enough to bang his knees against the cabinets, sending a chill down his spine when you uttered a cold, “Open.” Sanzu's lips trembled as they parted, quickly choking while your thick fingers filled his mouth and fucked it like you would do to his cunt

“Be grateful, slut. This is the only lube you're getting this morning.” The mean statement caused Sanzu to freeze up, salty tears beginning to blur his vision while he sucked on your fingers as well as he could. Making sure to coat them in as much saliva as possible before you shoved them deep in his ass. Sinking them up to your knuckles inside of his tight little hole while he bit down on his oversized shirt

After you had so graciously prepped him to your liking, you replaced your fingers with your fat cock, pushing past Sanzu's ring of muscles as he clenched around you hard. You groaned at the delicious feeling of his impossibly tight hole that seemed to suck you in despite his crying and attempts to squirm away. It didn't take long for you to empty your load within his warm walls, giving his ass one more stinging smack before you pulled out and left him there to shake and sob

-

Or perhaps moments like the time when you abruptly yanked Sanzu up off of the couch while you two were watching TV, pushing his slim body over the arm of the couch and dry humping him. “H-hey! Stop! Y/n...get off...” He screamed while trying to push you off, though it was ultimately useless since you were bigger and stronger than Sanzu, able to easily overpower the thrashing man below you and pin his arms behind his back while you used him like a toy

“Don't fight me, Haru. Just lay there and take it, yeah? ” You said, voice straining from how much using his body like this turned you on. His choked protest and the way his legs kicked at you feebly went straight to your dick, making you harder than ever while you thrust against his clothed ass. As your release approached you undid your pants and whipped out your dick, returning to humping at Sanzu's hole until you shot cum all over his back, some of the fluid getting in his messy pink hair that was strewn all over the couch where he lay

Sanzu felt disgusting afterwards, wanting nothing more than to go shower and clean your seed off of him. Instead, you forced him to sit in your lap for a while longer, grinding against your dick until it became hard again

-

And we certainly can't forget about all of the instances of using him in public. Perhaps the time when you sat in the back of a quiet cafe with your thick cock plugging up his little pussy, gripping his hips painfully to prevent him from leaving your lap. Sanzu moaned behind the mask covering the bottom half of his face, strands of pink hair falling in front of his face while you bounced him in your lap, causing his pretty lashes to flutter as he finally gave in and accepted his humiliation

A large load of hot cum filled his little hole while you bit down on his pretty neck to stifle your groans of pleasure. After you pulled out and allowed Sanzu to sit back on the plush booth your load slowly began leaking out of his ass, causing your boyfriend to whimper and blush while a few other customers glanced at him quizzically

-

Or perhaps the time when you ungraciously yanked Sanzu into a back alley during a walk home one night. Slamming him against the brick wall while your fingers dug into the soft flesh of his neck and shoving your knee between his legs. “Such a pretty little thing, I guess I just can't control myself, baby. I need to fuck you in some dirty alley where you belong~ ”

“N-no...please daddy...” His shaky voice pleaded with you, though the way his dick twitched against your thigh proved otherwise, as did the little smile creeping onto his face. You couldn't help but smirk at how obvious he was sometimes

-

There were also the countless times where you forced Sanzu onto his knees and used his wet mouth like a cocksleeve, ignoring his gagging noises or the way his eyes rolled back into his skull when the tip hit the back of his throat roughly. Preventing him from pulling away for air until he had nearly passed out

As well as the many times when you pushed him down on some surface or pulled him into your lap and stroked his dick for hours, forbidding Sanzu from cumming or else you'd have to really hurt him for not listening. His entire body trembled within your grasp while gross squelching noises filled the room from your ruthless edging

Certainly not forgetting all of the times when you bent Sanzu over any and every surface available to violate his little hole whenever you needed some relief. Not caring whether he came or not and simply taking the pleasure that you needed to push yourself over the edge, always leaving a wet mess within his ass or painted on his soft skin

-

And of course, after every painful, rough session, your voice softened as Sanzu's tears were wiped away by gentle hands. Sweet praises and an ‘Are you ok?’ while (e/c) eyes met his own, searching for any signs of genuine discomfort. A soft kiss pressed to his lips followed by a tight embrace, your hands carding through his pretty hair to help him relax after something so intense

Tagging: @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

[mochinomnoms]

Hellooo

Congrats on your 1K!!!🎉🎉🎉

I discovered you blog recently and I am HOOKED, your writing is so tasty and fluid that I just keep going ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

I Hope you dont get too tired with requests, take breaks and drink water!!!

Ok for the actual ask, may I have a dialogue 19 with Eyedress, and if it were suggestive it would be perfect

Preferably Ruggie💞 you can choose the other 2 (If you even want to)

ruggie bucchi x gn!reader [tags] — suggestive, tiny bit of hurt but not really [wc} - 1, 025 prompt 19 “I try to find a reason to pull us apart"” song: Kiss Me Like It’s the First Time (Eyedress, “Let's Skip to the Wedding”) note - Ruggie canonically calls you a puppy. take that with what you will. francesca (1k event)

“Kiss me like it's the last time/ You'll fall in love / I always want your love”

Ruggie knows that compared to everyone else on campus, he was the bottom of the barrel. He wasn’t a prince, an heir to a fortune, or even from a well-off family. Sure, his Grandma was a wonderful lady, maybe a bit strict growing up, but besides her and their home, Ruggie didn’t have much to offer. Maybe if you weren’t in such a bad spot, if you had a good family here, if you hadn’t been plucked from your world with nothing but the clothes on your back, he’d be happy to call you his own. 

But he can’t. How can he when you have people willing to drop thousands of thaumarks on you like it’s nothing. Literally! He was listening to Kalim run his mouth as he talked about renovating Ramshackle to your preference. 

“Oh! And we can get you quartz countertops! What kind of colors do you like, I can have it made to your favorite aesthetic! Ooh, what if we replaced all the appliances to match it? The kitchen back home has a gas stove built into the countertop, we can replace—”

“Uh, I’d need gas for that though, right?” You laughed, splayed across Ruggie as you two lay in your bed. Kalim was on video call with you, having gone back home for the weekend for some sort of event. You’d been complaining about one of your kitchen cabinets breaking and letting your few plates tumble out. Thank the Seven that they were plastic dishes. 

Kalim being, well, Kalim, immediately went into a tangent about adding in a gas line to your dorm and adding this and that. Everyone was acutely aware that Kalim, as generous and kind as he was, was especially sweet on you. There were even some rumors that he had a crush on you, something that made Ruggie feel ill. 

You just laughed off Kalim as he continued to whine about fixing up the dorm. You ended the call as you cheerfully told Kailm goodnight. 

“Do whatever you want Kalim, I won’t complain about free renovations! Good night, say bye Rugs.”

“Hmm? Oh, bye Kalim.” Ruggie gave Kalim a small smile and wave, who returned it with a beaming grin. 

After a few more words between you and Kalim, you finally ended the video call, tossing your phone to the night stand, and moving to straddle Ruggie’s hips. 

“What’s wrong?”

Ruggie blinked up at you in confusion. “What?”

“What’s wrong? Your ears are flat, they only go flat when you’re upset.” Ruggie whimpered as you leaned down to flutter kisses down his throat, shuddering as you pressed your teeth against his Adam's apple. 

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong? You jealous?” 

“Mmh, no I’m just—aaaAAAaaaAhH!” Ruggie yelped as you dug your teeth into the nape of his neck, suckling until you were satisfied with the bruising red mark forming on his skin. 

“Geez, give a guy a warning, won’t ya?” Ruggie let out a breathless chuckle, his chest rumbling as he purred from each kiss you pressed up your neck as you hovered over his lips. “You’re nothing but trouble, Puppy.”

“And yet, you love this trouble, don’t you?” The sound of your kissing, mixed with gasps and sighs from both of you echoed in the room.

“Now tell me,” Ruggie tried following your lips as you pulled away, but you kept him pinned to the bed. By now, you’d managed to throw his shirt across the room and traced your nails down Ruggie’s chest. “Why are you upset? Was it Kalim’s call? You know, he just likes to say hi sometimes.”

Ruggie pinned his ears flatter against his head, huffing as he looked to the side, though be traced his hands up and down your arms. 

“Nothin’, it’s just that Kalim sure likes to spoil ya. You know?”

You hummed, waiting for him to keep going. 

“I’m just saying, he’s really sweet on you. Maybe you should consider taking advantage and marrying the guy!” Ruggie laughed, though it sounded forced. 

He stopped as you clicked your tongue, leaning back down to bite at his cheek. 

“Hey! You know your teeth aren’t really sharp enough for that.” Ruggie chuckled as you stopped and pouted, looking up at him as you batted your eyelashes. 

“Hmph, it’s like you just wanna get rid of me.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“That’s what it sounds like!” You argued, huffing into his neck as you pushed yourself against his chest and neck, like you were trying to mold yourself to him. “You always do this. If I didn’t want to be with you, I would’ve left already…”

Ruggie sighed, rubbing the skin between your shirt and bottoms with his thumbs. “I know, I know. I just think that you oughta take advantage. Kalim’s not the only one, and you’re all by yourself here! Get yourself a rich boyfriend, and you’re set for life!”

You suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pulling at his hair to make Ruggie expose his neck again. He whimpered at the rough touch, though his tail was wagging rapidly against the sheets. 

“And why would I do that?” His hand slid under your shirt and up your spine. He gently scratched your back as you shuddered into his touch. “When I have such a lovely boyfriend?”

Lips molded against each other, teeth clashed, and hips rolled as Ruggie, once again, failed to push you away. Instead, as he slipped your shirt off and moved to give you your own love bites and hickeys, Ruggie moved to bring your bodies closer together. Ruggie let himself lose himself in you once again, and would continue to do so. Again and again, until he found another half-hearted excuse. 

But for now? 

You pulled away again, breathless and flushed. “I just want to spoil my hardworking hyena, won’t you let your Puppy do that?” The down right heady tone in your voice, in that low, soft whine, made him hot in all the right places. Ruggie nodded, giving you the okay to wreck him. 

For now, he’ll indulge, shamelessly, in you. As long as you’ll continue to have him. 

comments and reblogs appreciated 🩷

[mariclerc]

Hermana necesito que hagas uno de que lucille se entera que tenga un hermano/hermana JAJAJAJAJAJ ASI TE TENGO ENTENDIDA

Bestieee, thanks for this request <3 I found it very adorable and cuteee 🥺

Funny tummy | pg10

Summary: Where you decide to tell little Lucille that you are pregnant but you don't know how.

Warning: none, just fluff.

a/n: part three of "family cuddles", dedicated to @martaaairwin1994-blog

Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating a kitchen with sleek countertops and brightly colored cabinets. Pierre is dressed in casual clothes, wrestles playfully with a giggling Lucille, your two-year-old with bright eyes and her hair in pigtails. You stand by the counter, making coffee, a smile on your face as you watch them.

“No, papa! Tickle monster!” Lucille says while squealing.

Pierre laughs. “Gotta get the tickle monster!”

Lucille squeals again, dodging him as he chases her around the kitchen island. You watch them, your heart swelling with love. You take a sip of your coffee, then glance down at your stomach, a small frown creasing your forehead for a moment. It happens that you find yourself pregnant again and your belly is still not so noticeable, Pierre obviously already knows this, but the thing here is that you don't know how to tell Lucille that she is going to be a big sister.

“Maybe I should wear a looser dress today...” you say to yourself quietly.

Pierre finally catches Lucille in a hug, showering her with kisses. “There you go! Gotcha!”

Lucille giggles and wriggles free. You put down your mug and walk over to them, crouching down to Lucille's level.

“Alright, that's enough tickles for now, mademoiselle Lulu. How about some breakfast?”

“Pancakes mama!” Lucille says, clapping her hands happily.

You nod at her while smiling. “Pancakes it is, then. But first, let's wash those tickled hands, shall we?” you asked and she nods.

You take Lucille's hand and lead her to the sink. As you turn on the faucet and help her wash her hands, Pierre comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You lean back into him, a comfortable silence settling between you.

He leans and kisses your cheek. “Morning, beautiful mama.” he whispered.

“Morning, sleepyhead. Did you have a good night's sleep?” you asked him softly.

“The best. Especially after a certain little mademoiselle finally decided to let us sleep past six.” he made a pause. “And also when a petit têtard stopped making you feel bad during the night.” he said quietly referring to the baby. (little tadpole)

You both chuckle. You finish drying Lucille's hands and turn around, facing Pierre. You hesitate for a moment, then reach up and place a hand on your stomach. Pierre follows your gaze, he, more than anyone, knows what you are thinking at that moment and the truth is that it is a little scary to think about how to tell Lulu about your new baby.

“How do we tell her?” you say in a whisper.

“Just let it flow naturally, okay?” He says and takes your hand.

You look at him, a shy smile playing on your lips. He smiles at you.

“Mommy! Sprinkle pancakes!” Lucille says, calling from the table.

You let out a little laugh. “Pancakes are coming sweetie!”

You walk towards Lucille, then you look back to Pierre. You open your mouth to speak, but the words get caught in your throat. Suddenly, Lucille speak up, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Mommy, guess what? My tummy feels a little funny! Is there a tickle monster in there? Like in your tummy?” she says with bright eyes.

You look at Pierre, a wave of emotion washing over you... For a two-year-old (almost three) like Lucille to have understood everything, it is something very shocking for the two of you. You glance down at your stomach again, a tear welling up in your eye, Pierre understands and smiles. He kneels down next to Lucille, a wide grin on his face.

“Actually, little one, there's not a tickle monster in there. There's a...” He pauses, searching for the right words. You step forward and kneel beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“There's a little baby sister in there. You're going to be a big sister, Lucille! Isn't that amazing?”

Lucille's eyes widen even further. She processes this information for a moment, then a huge smile breaks out across her face.

“A baby sister! Like a little doll?” she says while clapping her hands.

You hug her tightly. “Even better love! A real, live baby sister to play with and love endlessly.”

“Toys?” she asks.

You let out a soft giggle. “Yes my love! You will be able to share your toys with her and she will be like a best friend to you, what do you think, honey?” You asked her shyly.

She smiles. “Yay! Love ya mama... And sissy.” she giggles.

Lucille throws her arms around you, giggling with delight. Pierre joins the hug, the three of you laughing together. In that moment, filled with sunshine and the joy of your little family, you know that everything is perfect, just the way it is.

[cmncisspnandmore]

Bittersweet, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Pairing: Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, Swearing, Talk of Pregnancy, Mentions of Past Abuse, Typical COD Violence, Fluff.

Summary: Coming home to find out Simon was leaving was hard, but this time is worse.

Beta Reader:

The door to your flat was usually easy to push open, but today when you shoved it open with your foot while you balanced two large brown bags of groceries, it stopped. Half way open, half closed. Turning sideways you manage to squeeze in between the doorway and the ajar door. Setting the bags down on the counter you turn towards the door that has now swung shut. 

On the floor sits a black military grade duffle bag, a velcro British flag on the front. Your stomach drops, settling on the floor. There was only one thing that bag being the door could mean. Your eyes water slightly as footsteps come down the hallway. Your eyes slide over to the figure standing in the hallway. Simon stands there, hands in the pockets of his black pants. The black t-shirt stretched tight over his muscled chest, his tactical vest hanging from one hand. The other clutching his skull balaclava, as his brown eyes flicker from you to the bags of groceries on the counter. 

“You’re leaving?” You ask, your voice soft as you fight the tidal pool of emotions bubbling in your chest. 

“Love, I know.. I know I just got back.. But you know how it is,” Simon sighs, coming into the room and putting his vest and mask on the kitchen table. He walks over to you, coming to stand in front of you. His hands run up your arms, to rest on your shoulders, as you take a shaky breath. 

“I, I know. But.. You just got back.”

Simon’s large hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tipping your face up so your eyes meet. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Simon whispers, his thumb stroking the side of your jaw. 

“I’m going to miss you so much..” you whisper, your voice cracking as your eyes close, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Oh, Love, don’t cry…” He whispers, hastily wiping away the tears from your cheeks with his fingers.

“I-I’m sorry,” You whimper as Simon pulls you close to him, pressing your face into his chest with a hand in your hair.  Your tears soak the fabric of his black shirt as he runs his free hand up and down your spine in soothing circles. His heart beat wildly in his chest under your cheek, like a caged bird. Simon's lips press to your head, a chorus of soft murmuring on his lips as he holds you. 

“Lovie, I know how hard it must be for you. For me to be gone for unknown periods of time, with no clue where I am, what I'm doing, if I'm okay. But I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to come back to you.” He pulls you away from his chest slightly, looking at your tear stained face. 

“I know, I just worry about you. Being out there literally fighting for your life sometimes,” you sniffle. “I mean how can I not? You’re out there risking your lives for everyone alone.”

“I’m not alone, I have my team, Soap, Gaz, Price. They’re there looking out for me. We have each other’s backs. And they know if something were to happen to me, to look out-”

“Don’t. Don't say something like that,” you cut him off, your hand coming to rest over his mouth. You narrow your eyes at him, “you will come back to me okay?” 

Simon's brown eyes soften as he nods, his lips pressing a kiss to your palm. You let your hand fall to your side, turning back to the groceries you begin pulling items from the bag. Placing them on the white countertop. Simon’s eyes follow your movements as you begin to put the various items away in the kitchen. 

“I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay?”

“I know,” you place a can of peas in the cabinet.

“I love you,” he whispers, coming to stand behind you. His hands sliding around your middle and hugging you tight against him. His body heat warms your back as his hands press into the soft flesh of your hips. A storm of emotion rages in your gut as you try to hold it together, be strong for him. For Simon. 

“I love you too,” you whisper, resting your hands on his. “You need to go, Price will be wondering why you’re late.”

You feel Simon’s sigh without hearing it, his lips pressing to the side of your head before he uses his hands to turn you in his arms. His fingers catch your chin as he tips your head up. His lips slanting to fit over yours in a slow kiss. Your hands trail slowly up his chest to fist in the soft fabric of his shirt. Twisting the material in your fingers you pull yourself impossibly closer to him. Simon's hand slides from your chin to the side of your neck. His fingers resting on your pulse point, applying a slight pressure to it. The small possessive move from Simon, sends a jolt of reassurance through you. 

Simon hated leaving just as much as you did. Of course he wouldn’t tell anyone that it tore his heart out, that it made him feel like he was leaving half of himself behind. Like he was ripping Simon out of himself and leaving him behind with you. Leaving only Ghost, the hardened soldier with him out on the missions. 

You gasp for breath as he pulls back, his face still close to yours. His warm minty breath fanning across your face. “Be good, I’ll see you soon.” 

‘Be safe,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his once more. With a heavy sigh Simon pulls away from you. Your body suddenly cold from the lack of body heat that radiates from Simon. You watch with sad eyes as he pulls on his tactical gear, and finally the skull balaclava. The face of the man you came to love disappearing behind the black fabric. 

Simon grabs his bag from behind the door, taking one last look at you as you stand in the middle of the kitchen. You looked so small standing in the kitchen with your arms wrapped around yourself. Like you were trying to hold back everything you were feeling. You were and that tore at him, he never wanted to upset you. But he had made a commitment a long time ago to the SAS, to Task Force 141. He couldn't just go back on those commitments, and you knew that. You had told him so, that you understood why he had to go save the world. 

You turn away from him as he reaches for the door, busying yourself with putting the groceries away. The soft sound of the latch clicking shut is what breaks you. The tears fall freely as you rest your hands on the counter. Leaning over slightly as you sob openly, hands gripping the white countertop like a lifeline. It never got easier.

It will never get easier.

Watching Simon walk out that door never knowing if it’ll be the last time.

Never knowing how he’ll come home.

If he’ll come home.

Your shoulders shake and you sink to the cool laminate tile floor of the kitchen, your head in your hands. The loneliness was the worst, the quiet that greeted you around every corner. The overwhelming silence; it was deafening. 

You aren't sure how much time has passed before you're able to pull yourself together enough to get up off the floor. Wiping the tear stains from your cheeks you stand, straightening out the rumpled fabric of your sweater and taking a steadying breath. Grabbing one of the paper bags and folding it up to put in the recycling, you stuff it down into the bin. As you grab the second bag from the counter you reach into it and pull out the last item you didn't want to pull out before Simon left. 

You pick up the box and turn it over in your hands, the bright pink box staring up at you like a flag. They should really make these boxes more discreet, not everyone was trying to shout this kind of stuff out to the world. 

You take what feels like your millionth deep breath of the afternoon and quickly shove the remaining bag down into the recycling. Your stomach turns as you glance at the pregnancy test box.

Did you want to know?

Should you just wait for Simon to get back?

Maybe it was all in your head anyways.

Yeah, it was all in your head. There was no way you could be pregnant. You and Simon were careful, always taking the right precautions. You knew how he felt about kids, he didn't want them. He didn't want to end up like his father. No matter how many times you told him that he could never be his father. His father was a terrible man, who had no regard for a child's life. He didn't deserve to be a father with the way he treated Simon and Tommy. But Simon wouldn't hear it because he insisted that he on some level was also a monster. 

He didn't care that he killed people, that he slaughtered anyone who stood in his way of completing his missions. He’s told you of how he killed an entire compound of people after he found out his family was murdered. He would do it again, without a second thought. 

To you, Simon wasn't a stone cold killer. He was the man who brought you your favorite drink when you were having a bad day. The one bought you the expensive coffee maker you wanted even though he doesn't drink it. He’s the one who holds the door open for you, and makes you breakfast. The guy who walks on the outside of the sidewalk to protect you from cars. The same guy who picked you up off the bathroom floor when you were sick and nursed you back to health.

He was a little rough around the edges, and getting him to open up was the hardest thing you ever had to do. But he was still Simon, under all the trauma and pain, he was still a man who needed someone to love him. Someone to make him feel safe enough to take off his mask at the end of the day. 

The day he took off his mask fully in front of you for the first time you sobbed. You spent hours tracing the scars along his face as he laid his head in your lap. He was taken back when you called them beautiful. He insisted that they couldn't possibly be beautiful, they were flaws, reminders of what he did out there. To you the silvery scars along his body were proof of what he’s overcome. The strength he had, the fight to survive.

You shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts muddling your brain and head into the bathroom. You set the box down on the counter and chew your bottom lip. Anxiety swirling in your stomach the longer you stare at it. 

No.

Not today. 

If you took the test today you would be alone for however long dealing with whatever the results were. Aimlessly waiting for Simon to return home so you could discuss them, positive or negative. 

With one last glance at the box you leave the bathroom, closing the door rightly behind you. You stuff down the lonely feeling that crashes into you as you look around your shared bedroom. The bed was neatly made, just like always. That was all Simon. He claimed it was a habit from being in the service. You often poked fun at him for spending so much time each morning pulling the sheets taught, and smoothing the blankets like his life depended on it. You laughed the first time you walked in on him trying to figure out how to arrange the throw pillows you had added. 

Simon was grumbling about not seeing a point of having pillows you did even sleep with, while you argued that not everything had to be practical. He disagreed but let you keep them anyway after seeing the smile it brought to your face. He would do just about anything to see you smile, which is why it killed him to see you cry when he left. 

You flop onto the made bed, effectively ruining the pristine sheets and blankets. A heaviness settles over you as you lay there, your face buried in Simon’s pillow, inhaling the smell of his cologne. Tears burn the back of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. You can't spend the next however long falling apart. So instead you, do your best to turn it off. Get through it one day at a time.

That's all you can do, take it one day after another.

Just like every other time.

~~~~ 3 weeks later~~~

“Love? Is that you?” Simon's voice calls as you push the door closed. Your heart skips a beat, as you drop your bag to the ground. You take a few steps into the apartment and stop at the doorway of the living room. 

Simon stands in the middle of the living room between the couch and the entertainment center. Tears cloud your vision as you stare at him, he was there, all of him. His brown eyes are tired, but he has a smile on his face. He always looked tired after coming back from a mission. Days of getting little to no sleep in the field. The physically grueling work of running after people, constantly being on guard. It took a toll on him, you knew that. But no matter how tired he was he would wait to see you before heading off to bed. Oftentimes he would convince you to join him, just wanting to feel you in his arms after not seeing you.

“You’re back…” Your voice cracks as you close the distance between you. You launch yourself into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as you bury your face into his neck. Simon wraps his arms around your waist as he buries his face in your hair.

“I told you I would come back to you,” his voice is quiet as he moves over to the couch and sits, holding you on his lap. You knees on either side of his thighs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. Simon draws lazy circles on the skin there, as you just look at him for a moment. You take in the features of his face, his warm brown eyes. The way his nose is slightly crooked from being broken one too many times. The silvery scar that runs down the side of his jaw, the small patch of his eyebrow that is missing due to the scar running through it. 

“Can you explain something to me, sweetheart?” Simon asks, shifting you slightly so he can pull something out of his pocket. You furrow your brows as he takes a moment to pull the object from his pocket.

Your heart stutters in your chest as he pulls out the pink pregnancy test box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants. Your eyes search Simon’s face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking, but his face is a wall of impassive emotion. You chew on your bottom lip as you take a few deep breaths.

“I-I can explain.” 

“I would appreciate an explanation.”

“I know.. Look. I just… I have this feeling but I didn't want to say anything if I wasn’t sure. But then you got called away, and I couldn't bring myself to take one when you were gone. Because, I mean, what if it was positive? I couldn't let myself sit here for god knows how long harboring that information. So I didn't do it. And I know. I know how you feel about kids. I know you don't want them Simon. I get that. And that's okay. I mean it might be negative. So i don't even know why i'm so worr-” Simon presses his fingers to your lips silencing the onslaught of nervous rambling.

“I’m not upset with you,” Simon removes his fingers and grabs one of your hands, squeezing it lightly. “Whatever it says we’ll figure it out. Together okay?” 

You give him a small nod, looking down at your hands for a moment before he turns your hand over and places the box in your hand.Your eyes flicker up to his, and he gives you a small smile. “Now?” You whisper.

“It’s better to know now, while we have options,” he whispers, running his hand up and down your arms. After a moment you let out a breath and slid off of his lap, slowly walking towards the bathroom. You glance over your shoulder at Simon as he sits on the couch, legs slightly spread, one arm draped over the back. 

Simon gives you another small smile, as you head into the bathroom. You close the door and quickly take the test according to the instructions. After you wash your hands you place it on the bathroom counter and open the door. Simon is still sitting on the couch, but his head is back, his eyes closed. 

You can see just how exhausted he is from the mission. The dark circles under his eyes are more pronounced, the tension in his shoulders more evident. He lifts his head when you take a step towards him. 

“How long until we know?” He asks, his voice gravelly with sleep.

“Three..” You whisper, plopping down onto the couch next to him. His arm wraps around your shoulder as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Whatever happens, I’m not going to take off on you okay?” Simon says softly, his fingers rubbing the fabric of your sweater. 

“Simon.. I-i don't think I can get rid of a baby… The thought of getting rid of a part of you… especially a part of you that isn't going into war zones all the time. I cant… I can't.” Your eyes fill with tears. 

Simon shifts and his finger catches your chin, turning your face towards him. His dark eyes are serious, as he looks at you. “Sweetheart, I mean it. Whatever happens we’ll get through it. I won't make you do something you don’t want to do. Okay? If the test is positive, we’ll go over our options.. And if it's not we can talk about it, alright Lovie?” 

You smile, “Okay,” you whisper and press your lips against his softly. Simon’s hand slides to the back of your head as he kisses you a few more times. 

The sound of the alarm on your phone going off pulls you both from the moment, and Simon pulls you up by your hand. “Ready?”

“Ready.” 

You both head into the bathroom, Simon gives you one last look before he picks up the small plastic stick in his hands. He turns it over and stares at it for a moment. Anxiety swirls in your stomach as he looks at, and then he turns it towards you. One solid pink line stares back at you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. It rushes from your lungs as relief, but your eyes water as you stare at the negative test.

Negative.

You should be relieved. 

You weren’t ready to have a kid.

Were you?

“You okay?” Simon whispers, his fingers brushing across your cheek, catching the tears that are falling.

“I-I think so? I mean, i don't know,” you whisper as Simon drops the test in the trash and leans down lifting you into his arms. He carries you into your bedroom and sets you down on the bed, then settles in next to you. His arms pull you firmly against his side, as he leans his head on yours.

“What are you feeling? Talk to me.”

“I guess, relief… but also I'm kinda sad.. I think?”

Simon is quiet for a moment, his hand stroking your hair and neck. You can practically hear the gears in his head turning. “I understand. I was a little disappointed too.” He admits, causing you to look up at him. 

“You were disappointed?” You whisper, and Simon nods slightly.

“I know that I keep telling you how I don't want kids because of my dad. Because of the way he was with me and Tommy… and because of what happened I'm afraid that I'll be anything like him. That i’d ruin whatever precious child you could give me. But I also know that you are not my mom. You would never stand by and let that happen.” He brushes your hair behind your ear.

“So the thought of being like my dad scares the crap outta me, but I can't lie and say that the thought of coming home to you, a little boy or girl, doesn't excite me on some level. I just want you to be happy. And if you want children, I'd happily give them to you. I would do anything to make you smile. I’d give you a whole army of them if that's what you wanted.” 

“Do you mean that?” You look up at him, and Simon smiles.

“Of course I mean that.”

“I..I don't think I want them right now.. But I do want them with you eventually.” You whisper, and Simon leans in kissing you. His hands cupping the sides of your face.

“Then that's what you’ll get. Whenever you’re ready. “

You rest your hands on the side of his face, “but until then… how about until then we get some practice in…” you whisper, and pull Simon in for a kiss. Simon smiles into the kiss, before he slides you under him. Holding himself up off you as he nips at your lips. 

“I think practicing is a good idea,”

[allisas]

The Sims 4 Home Chef Hustle Stuff Pack

If you want to be a top tier home chef, you need the right tools and work space. In The Sims™ 4 Home Chef Hustle Stuff Pack, players can renovate their Sim’s perfect home kitchen, and upgrade to new sleek designs inspired by European kitchen designs. Tap into your best interior design skills with a full set of counters and cabinets and matching appliances, the Oven+Stove, Fridge and Dishwasher.

From amateur chefs who are looking to make their mark in the kitchen, to food entrepreneurs who are ready to turn cooking into cash, any Sim can live out their cooking dreams. 

New Small Appliances, Big Kitchen Upgrade

Small appliances can deliver big results in the kitchen! With a brand new Stand Mixer (side note: Sims can eat edible cookie dough straight from the prepped ingredients jar), Waffle Maker and Countertop Pizza Oven, your Sims can invite family and/or friends over for a three course heart-shaped waffle brunch, lunch or a night of homemade pizzas. 

Speaking of pizza, show off your Sims’ sleek, modern pizza oven with new recipes inspired by traditional Italian flavors. Your Sims will become pizza pros, chopping toppings and tossing dough before sliding an unfinished pizza into the oven. Not a fan a ‘za? Not to worry! You’ll have new focaccia bread recipes to experiment with too.

We’ve added so many recipes over the years, and it’s a little trickier to find what you want. To support you in your Sims’ culinary quests, we have added filters so you can find the meal you are looking for in a fraction of the time in the free base game update coming alongside this pack. That is not the only thing we have added in the base game update… did anyone say #freethecupcakes? You can now cook cupcakes in your own oven!

Sell Your Culinary Creations To Your Neighbors

Fancy yourself an entrepreneur? Sims can become food stand owners and set up shop in different lots, bonding with their customers and witnessing the outcomes of selling their culinary creations. Players can even customize the name of the The Anywhere Any Fare Food Stand and choose the types of food they want to serve. Hint, hint: The Waffle Maker and the Countertop Pizza Oven’s street food style recipes and portable features make them the perfect companions for the food stand.

Cooking in Style

The ultimate cooking adventure simply wouldn’t be complete without the right cooking attire. With kitchen-ready hairstyles, matching food themed accessories, and aprons for the whole family, we plan to have your Sims looking like serious home chefs! We absolutely love the new kitchen clogs! The clogs!

The Sims 4 Home Chef Hustle Stuff Pack is available on September 28, 2023, on all platforms!

*REQUIRES THE SIMS 4 (SOLD SEPARATELY) AND ALL GAME UPDATES. SEE MINIMUM SYSTEM REQUIREMENTS FOR THE PACK.

[sugarcoated-lame]

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! KRICKET! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS FUCKIN’ ARMS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

thinking hard. thinking so so so fucking hard about jackson, dilf joel, manhandling you in your cosy little home 🤤

(also i love u so much and i hope ur all okay my love! 🥹🥰💗)

*this contains smut, 18+ minors dni!

@sebsxphia Seb!!! 💗💗💗 omg I am the worst, I just realized this has been sitting in my inbox now for over a week 🙈 I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to answering this, my love 😭 BUT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT LETS GO!!!

First, I still haven’t recovered from these pictures yet 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 those ARMS, the long hair, the tattoos !!! good lord

and Jackson era dilf joel manhandling you in your cosy little home????!?

hhhhhngnrjgjrkg sign me the fuck up!!!

I feel like this would happen most often when Joel finds you doing something so simple and domestic— especially after everything he’s been through, now that you’re safe and settled in Jackson, Joel can’t help but take time to admire the simple things— like you cleaning up around the house, or just making your bed, or standing at the stove cooking dinner, and it quickly becomes one of Joel’s — and your — favorite things to have him interrupt your tidying up to bend you over the back of the couch, or have his body press yours deep into the sheets and messing up the bed you just made, or to lift you up onto the kitchen counter to have his way with you.

Joel comes home to find you the kitchen, your back to him, quietly humming to yourself as you stir something on the stove, the quiet melody and gentle sway of your hips luring him in like a siren.

You don’t know that’s he’s come home until you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around you from behind, drawing a little startled yelp from your lips as he pulls you in closer by your waist. Instantly melting into his hold as his chin hooks over your shoulder, graying beard scratching lightly against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck and leaves a kiss there.

“Smells delicious, sweetheart.” He murmurs into the soft skin of your neck, and sure, he’s talking about the dinner you’re cooking on the stove, but he’s also just talking about you.

Joel lets you continue on cooking for a few minutes, still pressed flush against your back, his big hands now roaming your sides, from your hips up to your rib cage, fingers stopping just short at the underside of your breasts every time before trailing back down again. His lips littering a trail of kisses along the column of your neck where he can hear your breath hitch in your throat, feel your pulse growing faster.

Then, it’s not long before Joel’s reaching around you to turn off the stove, rough hands turning you around to face him so he can drag your lips to his in a bruising kiss. His lips press firmly against yours, tongue begging for entrance that you immediately grant him, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling into his longer strands. His own arms reach down to wrap around the backs of your thighs and lift you up into his strong hold, your legs wrapping seamlessly around his hips as Joel continues to kiss you breathless.

He only pulls back to look for a clear space on the countertop and once he finds one, those big arms are manhandling you onto the hard surface, pushing your upper half back so that you’re leaned up against the cabinets behind you and positioning you just how he wants you, Joel’s broad body situated between your spread thighs.

Then it’s a mad scramble of hot kisses and frantically removing clothing, Joel’s rough hands tugging down your jeans and underwear in one foul swoop, letting out a deep groan when he sees just how wet you are for him already, before he’s pulling down his own jeans just far enough to free his aching length. And there’s a collective sigh shared between the two of you, your breath mingling with Joel’s against your lips as he pushes into you, filling you up completely with one quick thrust of his hips.

“So good for me, darlin’. Takin’ me s-so well.”

Whewwww I need to go lie down 🫠 thank you so much for sending me this delicious thot, I’m so sorry again for taking so long to answer this, but I hope you enjoy it my lovely!!! <3 and I’m doing okay, thank you Seb 🥹🫶🏼 I hope you’re doing okay as well, and you know I love you so, so much!!! 🥰💐❤️💕💗💕💜💕🧡💕

[spookyji]

my mind is going so many places 🫠🫠

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYadHeGg/

oh. OH.

huening kai who’s a little shy to admit he’s needy, an uncomfortable strain in his pants while sitting across at the small kitchen table, giving you small glances as you reheat frozen pizza from a day ago, his cock twitching when your shirt shorts n shirt ride up, reaching up for a plate from the cabinet, pretty thighs on full display. hiding his bulge with the shadow of the table n his hoodie, awkwardly taking bites of pizza, his lips lingering mid bite, his erection uncomfortable but still taking moments to steal a glance, something so enamoring about how sweet and domestic the moment is, your neckline exposing your bra strap, knees bumping against his because his legs are a bit long to fit under the table. kai whose heart jumps when you stand up, depositing the plates in the sink… and he can’t stand it anymore, cute shadow of the curve of your ass, pretty thighs so plush n luscious— a warm back hug, his heavy breaths beside your ear as his bulge pressed to your ass, so needy n hard through your shorts~~ mumbling that he’s really really hard, n that you’re so, so pretty, please let him? ugh he’s such a goner when you shut off the sink, pushing your hips back into his with a small giggle, a quiet yes to his plea~ and he doesn’t waste a moment, greedily pushing you against a clean countertop, rutting against your shorts while you unzip them, denim falling to the floor n your cute panties on display, needy pants while he struggles to free his cock, so painfully hard <3 ugh, kai who fucks you into the counter, so sloppy and so, so messily, snapping his hips into yours n groping your ass with one hand, the other groping your tit, moaning as soft plush fills his fingers, pressed against cold marble~~ whining n pushing your hips back into his, fucking yourself on his cock because he’s so sloppy, uneven pace n just so, so needy, hand moving to touch the big bulge in your tummy, ugh simultaneous moans when he presses down, large hand feeling his every thrust, he’s just so big <3 kai who cums all over your ass with his weak pull out game, flipping you over n just fucking his cum into your tight cunny, pressing your hand into the bulge, impatient n just such messy thrusts, sweaty bangs n saliva covered make out, loudly moaning between kisses, hard marble pressed into your back >< kai who half lifts you up, fucking deeper when he angles you further on his cock, counter as leverage, your hands roaming his broad chest n sometimes missing his lips, lost in a heated daze of lewd desire~~ n ugh, the sounds of skin on skin, your juices dripping all over his cock n cum leaking when he cums, filling you up n he didn’t even mean to, you’re just so soft n pretty he couldn’t help it >< kai n his really strong sex drive n stamina, please, please let him fuck you again? he’s still hard n oops, he’s fucking you against the wall >< can’t hold back his own strength, hand still grabbing at your tummy to feel his bulge <3

bonus; waking up n just sticky cum everywhere, his cock still in your cunny n hand on the bulge in your tummy, sweaty skin n his head resting against your forehead, legs tangled together <3 please, the moment you move, he’s going to get hard again~~ so might as well suck him off~? he’ll be so whiny while you lick all the cum off his thighs n cock <3

[finn-m-corvex]

Aftershocks Pt. 1 - Cole

The first of the stories that you all voted on for October's poll! Since the poll tied, I said that you guys would be getting TWO stories on the same day instead of just one, and that's still happening! This one will be going up in the morning, and then Falling Sleeves will be going up in the afternoon, so I hope you guys enjoy this double-whammy. Lightning in a Cubicle Pt. 3 is also going up tomorrow just in time for DR Pt. 2!

Words: 3.7k

TWs: sensory overload stuff, vomiting mention but nothing graphic, lots of fluffy moments bc it's Whumptober and I can do that kinda stuff.

Jay shivered where he stood in the kitchen, reaching up into the cabinet to grab a clean glass so he could get some much-needed water. He ignored the way his vision suddenly tilted to the right, gripping the countertop in an effort to stay standing against the wave of vertigo that threatened to draw him under. Nausea rolled through his head, and it took everything in him not to duck his head into the sink and throw up every bit of bile in his body.

This sucked.

He reached up to try and rub circles into his aching temple before recoiling, blue sparks trailing from his fingers as he drew them away. Instead of trying again, Jay just shoved his hand back into the hoodie's large pocket with a defeated sound. Guess that little trick of his wasn’t going to work this time, which would of course make this a thousand times more miserable.

Skin crawling from the scratchy t-shirt he had on, Jay ignored the way the hoodie felt uneven on his shoulders no matter how many times he readjusted it. His socks felt like they were suffocating his feet, and the hair stuck to the back of his neck with sweat made him feel claustrophobic; the only thing not bothering him at the moment were his pants, but he wasn’t sure how long that was going to last. At the moment Jay wanted nothing more than to curl up in his bed on fresh sheets in nothing but his boxers, wrapped up in his favorite weighted blanket and sleeping the day away. Except he couldn’t do that, because then he would have to explain his current predicament to the others, and he did not feel like playing a game of twenty questions when he was feeling this sucky.

Definitely overdid it on the last mission, he thought to himself as he finally snatched the glass, shuffling over to the sink to fill it. The motions sent familiar waves of pain radiating through his legs, pins and needles burying themselves deep into his skin. Jay turned the sink on, and immediately had to turn it off because when did it get so loud? 

Preparing himself properly this time, he filled his glass, even if the sound of the rushing water made him want to smash his head into the wall. He raised the glass to his lips, taking a very shaky sip of water; it was the first time he had drank anything in a day and a half.

First Master, he wanted a hug. He wanted a hug so badly. A tight one, a loose one, even a side-hug, he would take anything at this point.

Why were his hands shaking so bad? He knew why, of course, but he was going to ignore the problem for as long as he possibly could. Part of him wondered if he could make it to the laundry room and grab his compression gloves without the others noticing; those would definitely help. Zane had insisted on washing them after their last mission since it had involved quite a trek through the muddy woodlands of Primeval's Eye, and the gloves hadn't escaped unscathed.

His plan of ignoring all of his ailments was shot down pretty quickly when Cole came strolling into the kitchen only a minute later, flicking the light switch that Jay had intentionally left alone.

The blue ninja gave a small cry, free hand tangling itself in his hair as his vision whited out because ow ow ow it hurts it hurts-

Cole quickly turned the lights off, and Jay was left gasping for breath at the counter as his vision came swimming back into focus. It was a miracle that the glass hadn't slipped from his fingers and cracked on the floor. The hand buried in his hair started tugging in distress as Jay's barely contained panic threatened to rise to the surface, lightning struggling to leap from his body into any available surface willing to ground it. Why did his element always have to act up at the worst of times?

"Jay?" Cole asked, and Jay flinched because why was he talking so loudly? "What are you doing in here with the lights off? You okay?" 

He put the glass down onto the counter, leaning on his elbows over the sink. He wasn't entirely sure if he was going to throw up or not. "Headache."

The earth ninja made a small concerned noise that made Jay want to cry; Cole was definitely upset with him. "You overdid it on the mission, didn't you?"

And he was not in the headspace to be lectured; he was barely coherent enough to think of basic sentences. "Not right now, Cole-" 

"You told us when we got back that you would be fine!" Cole continued, "But you weren't, were you? I bet you got home and thought you could take care of it yourself but-"

Jay pitching forward into the sink with a strangled gagging sound was not what the ravenette was expecting to happen, but he quickly adapted to the new situation. Jay's fingers kept tugging on his hair so hard that it started to hurt, and the extra stimulation just made the lightning in his gut even stronger as it responded to Jay’s distress. Skin crawling, Jay’s fingers went to itch at the skin on his forearm, hoping for any sort of sensation to distract him from the pounding in his head.

"Stop it, Jay, that's not helping. Here, I gotcha,” Cole quickly did his best to break the vicious cycle, untangling Jay's hand from his hair and replacing it with his own larger one. He wrapped his arm around the front of Jay’s torso, frowning at the intensity of the smaller ninja’s shaking.

The blue ninja only sunk into Cole’s hold, shoving as much of his body weight onto his brother as he could. Somehow, Cole’s touch made the crawling so much easier to manage, and now Jay wanted nothing more than to be in his brother’s arms for as long as he wanted.

Cole squeezed Jay tightly. “I think you need to lay down, Sparky. C’mon, we’ll go to the couch.”

Except Jay couldn’t move. He whined when Cole tried to pull him away from the sink, knuckles going white with the force of his grip on the counter’s edge. Cole winced in sympathy when Jay vomited again, the sound of his gagging echoing off of the small kitchen walls as nothing came up (that was concerning in itself). He rubbed his brother’s back comfortingly, his hand in the auburn hair working to keep Jay’s bangs out of his face.

“Thank you,” Jay panted softly, spitting into the basin with disgust.

“Anytime. You really don’t feel good, huh?” Cole said softly, grunting as Jay nearly collapsed onto him.

“What was your first clue?” Jay snapped, even though he knew it wasn’t Cole’s fault he was feeling like shit, it was his. Reaching behind him and wincing from the feel of the fabric under his fingers, Jay drew his sweatshirt hood up and over his head, even though it did nothing to muffle the small sounds around him and only made his claustrophobia so much worse. Hurray.

Cole just hummed, still carding through Jay’s hair and lightly running his nails along the blue ninja’s scalp. He was more than experienced enough to know when to interfere and when to just let things slide. Jay closed his eyes and let some of his excess lightning course through his body; he knew it wouldn’t hurt Cole and he needed it out. Some of the tension finally bled out from his shoulders as the invisible pressure relieved itself, his body no longer having to work overtime to keep his powers in check. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, blue lightning humming across his skin as Cole gave Jay time to catch his breath and dispell some of the dizziness from being upright for too long. “Are you okay to lay down now?”

“Yeah, I-I think so.”

“Bed or couch?” Cole asked, and Jay had to think about it for a minute. The couch was closer, but the bed…

“Bed, please,” he said quietly. He wanted the comfort more than anything else right now; if he couldn’t fix it, then he would have to ride it out.

“I gotcha, buddy,” Cole said softly. “Come on, I’ll carry you so it’s easier. Just don’t throw up on me, alright?”

“No promises,” Jay groaned, clutching at Cole’s shoulders when his brother started to lift him up. Cole hooked one arm under Jay’s rear to hold him, the other hand going to rub in smooth strokes across the blue ninja’s back. The motion was achingly familiar from all of the other times that the two of them had been in this situation, and Jay just huddled closer to his big brother when he felt the tears stinging at his eyes.

Here was the hug he had wanted so badly, and Jay wouldn’t trade it for anything in the whole world.

Walking back to the bedroom was a much smoother ride than it would’ve been if Jay had tried to go back by himself, and suddenly he was grateful that at least one person knew about his predicament. Cole knew the drill, keeping his steps as even as he could and swinging Jay as little as possible as he went. He knew Jay would do his damndest to keep his bodily fluids to himself even if Cole wasn’t being careful, but Jay was already having a rough enough time as it was. 

The earth ninja squeezed his little brother just a little tighter, hoping the extra pressure would bring him some peace of mind.

Opening the door to the bedroom with a well-practiced movement, Cole made sure to flick the lights off before checking to see if anyone else was inside. It was empty; everyone else must still be outside training. Cole already knew that he was going to have to send a message to the groupchat about Jay’s condition, even if he knew that the blue ninja would have something to say. Jay always did; it was one of Cole’s favorite things about him.

Putting Jay down on his bed after moving the covers, Cole was quick to shut the black-out curtains over the window. They were something he had invested in a long time ago when Jay went through his first sensory overload and they had proven themselves useful time and time again. “Do you need anything?”

“New hoodie?” Jay groaned, sitting up and starting to peel his current hoodie off; he couldn’t stand the texture anymore. His shoulders ached from the movements, throbbing uncomfortably as he laid his head against the pillow. Even the small movement aggravated his blossoming migraine (pretty sure that’s what it was turning into), and he was more than grateful that Cole had closed the curtains before the sunlight could do very much damage.

“I’ll do you one better.” Cole dug around in his drawers, snatching up one of his softest hoodies (Jay’s favorite) and a simple black shirt. Turning around, he threw Jay’s old hoodie into his laundry basket; it would end up back in Jay’s hands eventually.

“Touch okay?” Cole asked, sitting down on the bed.

“Yeah,” Jay whispered, hand brushing his bangs out of his face. He could feel the subtle heat of his fever from his forehead; it was a sure sign that his lightning was still acting up, “please.”

Cole didn’t waste any time in stripping Jay out of his soaked-through shirt and putting the new one on, and he snickered at how large it was on his smaller brother. The thing practically came down to the blue ninja’s knees, and Jay was more than happy to tuck his legs under the hem, leaving just his feet poking out from the bottom. He shouldn’t have felt so much satisfaction from the new position, but that’s ADHD for you.

The earth ninja sighed. “How many times have I told you to stop stretching out my shirts?”

“Don’t care,” Jay replied half-heartedly.

“I know,” Cole said, shuffling down to be next to his brother. “You know I don’t really mind. Now how are we doing this?”

Jay bit his lip, feeling his face flush with shame as he popped his legs back out. How old was he? Certainly old enough to be able to take care of this himself. His anxiety flared, and Jay quickly found his breath running out and suddenly he was struggling to breathe because First Master what was he supposed to do when his brothers weren’t there and he would have to do this alone-

Until strong arms settled around him, drawing him into Cole’s larger chest with one of his legs thrown overtop of Jay’s. Jay ignored how he could feel every one of the earth ninja’s leg hairs, instead focusing on the rise and fall of Cole’s chest against his back and how pleasant the fabric of the new shirt felt against his sensitive skin.

“Breathe,” Cole told him gently, hands going to Jay’s belly and rubbing in soothing circles. The knot in Jay’s stomach slowly started to come undone.  “I don’t mind, seriously. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be here. Do you need me to lay on top of you?”

Wordlessly Jay nodded, and Cole was quick to shift positions so that he was directly on the blue ninja. As soon as he stopped moving, Jay felt like a weight had lifted off of his chest, ironically enough. Cole chuckled when he felt his brother relaxing, reaching up to lace their fingers together and cross his ankles on top of Jay’s. Jay always told Cole that he felt like the world’s best weighted blanket, large and warm and heavy enough to be grounding but not suffocating (even if all of the others would disagree). Exhaling, Jay felt himself relax even more when Cole reached and pulled the blankets over both of them, making sure to tuck them up so that it was like a little tent for Jay. This was already so much better than how he felt in the kitchen.

“Okay?” Cole asked, and Jay hummed in agreement.

“Yeah.”

“Good, now how about you get some sleep, huh? So you’re a bit less of a grouch?”

Shutting his eyes, Jay was more than content to let his brother’s breathing soothe him and the insult slide, the rhythmic inhales and exhales like a soft lullaby in his ear with Cole’s heartbeat to accompany it. Wishing Cole a soft goodnight even though it was the middle of the day, the blue ninja fell fast asleep to the feeling of Cole tracing along the backs of his hands and a small kiss pressed against his forehead.

Quickly pulling out his phone from his pocket after seeing that Jay was asleep, Cole opened up his messaging app, clicking on the chat with everyone but Jay that they used when he was out of commission.

Earth Wind and Tired

Hey, Jay’s not doing too good

Watergirl

wdym

Earth Wind and Tired

I think he overdid it on the last mission

Sour Green AppLloyd

shit srsly???

Earth Wind and Tired

Yeah, he threw up in the kitchen and I couldn’t clean it

Frozone But Cooler

Do not worry, I will take care of it. Is he resting?

Earth Wind and Tired

Yeah, just got him to sleep but I’m stuck in bed. Can I get some help?

Watergirl

me and kai are coming hang tight

It was only a couple minutes before Cole heard his door open, two sets of footsteps scurrying in and closing the door. Cole watched as Nya and Kai both crouched down next to his bed with worried looks on their faces, eyebrows pinched in a similar sibling manner. They were still in their training gi; Nya must’ve been checking her phone right when Cole texted and paused the training session.

“Hey,” Nya whispered, “everything okay?”

“Jay’s getting pretty sick,” Cole said in a low tone, squeezing his brother’s hand. Jay didn’t squeeze back, good. He was still asleep. “Threw up more than once in the kitchen from the typical sensory stuff. Definitely a headache, muscle aches, fatigue, and grouchy too. Very huggy.”

“Do we have his pudding?” Kai asked, even though Nya was already making a note on her phone to send to Zane.

“We’ll have to run out and get it,” she sighed. “But that’s fine, we’ll pick up some other stuff for him too, not the end of the world. Is he running a fever?”

“Starting to,” Cole moved his head to let Nya press the back of her hand against Jay’s neck and forehead, her thumb lingering on the small scar across his left eye. He saw her eyes cloud over with emotion, and he was quick to press a kiss to her knuckles as Jay leaned into her touch. “He’ll be okay, Nya. He just needs some rest.”

“I know,” Nya murmured, eyes softening when drool started leaking out of her Yin’s mouth as he snored, much to Cole’s false chagrin.

“Every single time,” Cole fake-grumbled, and to both of their surprises Kai was the one to reach out and wipe it away without a word, although the red ninja had a gentle smile on his face as he did so.

Nya started taking her training gi off, reaching behind her to root around through Cole’s dresser and throwing on one of his shirts and a hoodie. Kai and Cole looked away when she threw her bra into Cole’s laundry bin, pulling a pair of Cole’s boxers up and over her waist so that she was clothed entirely in the earth ninja’s attire.

“Shove over, I’m coming in,” Nya said, and Cole shifted over as best as he could to make room for her, turning Jay on his side but making sure he stayed asleep. She laid down on her side next to Jay, close enough for her to pillow his head in the crook of her neck and cup the back of his neck. Nya pressed a few kisses to his hair in a rare show of affection, and Cole watched with bated breath as Jay started to stir.

The blue ninja barely blinked his eyes open. “Nya?”

“Hey, hun,” she said quietly, kissing his warming forehead and then his flushed cheeks. “You don’t feel so good, do you?”

Jay whimpered, tucking his arms against his chest and making himself smaller as Nya adjusted her hold on him. Cole wrapped his arms around both of them, making a fist with his hands and rubbing light circles into Nya’s back. 

“Back to sleep for you, dear,” Nya said, cheek to his hair with Cole kissing her forehead. Jay hummed in agreement, content to ball up her shirt in his hands as she threaded her fingers through the auburn curls. The touch soothed Jay, and he let himself bask in the joy of having his Yang and his best friend loving on him His head was still pounding and he was entirely too nauseous for his liking, but having both of them there made everything so much better than it would’ve been if he had gone back to his own bed, all alone.

Alone. He didn’t like being alone when he was sick.

“You’re not alone,” Cole said softly, nuzzling his face into Jay’s hair. “We’re right here, and so is Kai, and none of us are going anywhere.”

The knot in his chest loosened when Kai laid his hand on Jay’s arm, and Jay let the tension he had been holding in his shoulders leak out until they relaxed completely; the sensation was a little strange after keeping them up for so long. Yeah, he still felt like a steaming hot pile of shit left outside to bake in the sun, but it was okay. It was going to be okay.

Kai stood up from the side of the bed, watching as Jay’s eyes closed and his breathing evened out again. “I’m gonna get you guys some water since you might be here for a while. Need anything else?”

“Granola bars,” Cole said, and Nya nodded in agreement. “The peanut butter ones with marshmallows.”

Sighing, Kai shook his head in fond exasperation. “I’ll never understand how you guys can like those things, but okay. I’ll see what I can find.”

“Thanks Kai,” Nya called as the fire ninja walked out of the door, making sure to close it as quietly as possible. The two of them stayed silent for a minute, listening to the sound of Jay’s breath ease in and out of his chest and the dull thunks of someone hitting the dummies outside, probably Lloyd. Nya started playing footsies with Cole, even though her shoe size was a fraction of his, and she groaned when she very quickly lost the game as Cole extended his giraffe legs over her own normal-sized ones. She pulled out her phone, and Cole was expecting that to be the end of that when she suddenly shoved the device into his hands.

Cole looked at it in confusion, turning it around and reading the screen. “What?”

“We’re playing Heads-Up, now get a move on and pick a category so we can start.”

“Nya, you could’ve just said you were bored,” but Cole did what she asked, picking the music category and holding the phone to his forehead as best he could with one free arm, the other buried under Jay and Nya. Nya snorted when she saw his choice.

“Oh come on, you know I’m not that good at music!”

“I just gave you some new records last week! Did you not listen to them?”

“No old man, I don’t have time to listen to records. I have a life, you know-”

Jay made a small noise, and both of them went dead silent as the blue ninja moved around a little, throwing his leg over Nya’s and making a satisfied noise as he hiked it up. Nya was more than used to the drool that started leaking onto her hoodie, only making sure that it wouldn’t go down her collar and on her shirt with a sigh before turning to look at Cole. She smoothed her hand through her Yin’s curls, letting the stuttery thump of his heart fill her with calm. He was here, and he was going to be fine.

“Quieter?” she said. Cole scrunched his face up, thinking, before nodding.

“Quieter.”

“We’re still playing though?”

“Hell yeah, Waterlily, and I’m gonna kick your ass.”

[miniscule-meow]

Borrowed Time (2)

Masterpost Wordcount: ~2k First Part | Next Part (soon)

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Standing at the base of the cabinets in his kitchen, he stares straight up towards their destination. They’re about to climb to the top. It seems impossible, but the borrower next to him doesn’t seem phased at all. Dante has never seen his apartment from this angle before. He’s, what, four inches tall right now? He doesn’t happen to spend a lot of time lying down on the floor.  Seeing the monolithic cabinetry rise high above him only punctuates how small he is. This is so strange, and yet Vivienne seems so comfortable. This is just another Tuesday for her.

He watches her sling her grappling hook. It arcs an impressive distance, connecting with the handle of the cabinet. She gives the rope a good tug, and nods, satisfied that it’ll hold before she just starts climbing. She makes confident, steady movements. It makes sense, this has been her whole life, it’s all she’s ever known. She’s been living here the whole time without him knowing. He can barely wrap his mind around that. First of all, how many embarrassing things has she seen him do? Maybe not many, considering she didn’t recognize him. So, he supposes that she’s not really spending her free time staring at him, which is good. But still. Has she listened to him sing in the shower? Has she watched him burn eggs on the stove? Secondly, she’s tiny! He’s trying to imagine what it would be like if he was his normal size. He’d be able to hold her in one hand, easily. That thought is just as dizzying as looking up at his weirdly gigantic countertops.  

“Um, is this safe?” He calls up to her, nervously.

“Not even a little bit,” Vivienne grunts, without pausing her ascent. He stares at her as she shimmies up the rope and hoists herself onto the handle. “You coming?” she asks, a challenge sparking in her tone. Part of him thinks that perhaps she picked the most difficult climb just to make fun of him. Or, to assess him, to see how much he’ll hold her back.  

Dante grabs the rope, his competitive nature taking root in him. Though, realistically, he cannot imagine himself being any good at this. He’s never had to climb a rope before. In movies he would see people climbing rope in gym class, his school wasn’t like that. Sure, he works out. Or at least, he intends to. He got a gym membership as a new year’s resolution, but he’s only actually gone a hand full of times since then. This seems like it’s the kind of thing where you would have to train every day to be as proficient as Vivienne. Does she do something like this every day? Is he going to have to do something like this every day? How is he going to survive this.  

“I think you’re stalling. Are you scared?” She taunts from high above him.

“Would you laugh at me if I said yes?” he asks shakily before grabbing the rope and hoisting himself up. She snickers in response and watches him climb. It is slow going, but he does it. When he finally reaches the top he clings to the cabinet handle, not daring to look down.

“Wow. That was…” she starts, he can tell from her tone that she’s not complimenting him.

“Pathetic, I know,” he finishes the sentence for her, wheezing. “There has to be a better way to do this.”

“We’re almost there,” she says, notably not saying anything to deny that she thinks he’s pathetic.

They make their way up the rest of the cabinet and onto the smooth countertop. His whole body is quivering by the time he reaches the top. He flops down on the cool granite, gasping for air.

It’s such an odd thing to climb your own furniture. He sees it and interacts with it every day. Even just this morning, he made himself breakfast. He opened the drawers; he used the kitchen. It should be familiar to him, but the change in perspective has skewed everything. He might as well have been transported to an alien dimension.

Vivienne nudges his side with her foot, it doesn’t seem like she’s even winded from the climb.

“My lungs are on fire,” he coughs.

“Come on. We don’t have time for that, we have to keep moving,” she says, stretching out her shoulders and packing up her rope.

He sits up, taking in the apartment from this viewpoint. He’s hit with another wave of that funny feeling, like everything should feel familiar, but it doesn’t. This feeling sinks in the pit of his stomach like a stone in a lake. Is this his life now? Is he just going to have to accept that this is his forever? He suddenly feels very sweaty. This didn’t feel real until just now. He can’t do this.

“I- I can’t- I … just everything,” he stammers.

“Hey. Hey, look at me,” Vivienne kneels beside him, cupping his face in her hands, causing his eyes to meet her own. This takes his focus away from the immense dread that’s rooting in his stomach. His initial reaction is to think that this is incredibly sweet, until she gives his cheek a few sharp pats to snap him out of his daze. “Listen, Dante. I need you to do something for me, alright? I need you to stop acting like you’re seeing everything for the first time. Okay?”

“But—” He’s about to tell her that he is seeing this for the first time, but she shakes her head.

“No, look, I know this is scary, but this is not the time to freak out on me. We are in the middle of this, you can panic when we’re done. We need to do our job and get out. If you freak out now, it’s going to make everything worse, and it could get both of us killed. Alright? You understand?” she asks slowly.

He nods, swallowing dryly. All he has to do is not freak out.

“I’ve got your back. We’re in this together, and we’re going to be fine. Let’s go,” with that, she stands. He watches her adjust the pack on her shoulders as she walks forward. He quickly gets to his feet, scrambling to follow her.

From the countertop, they come to a box of cereal. He had pulled it out of the cabinet for breakfast earlier today when everything was normal. Now of course, it looks much different to him. He helps Vi pick up some fallen pieces of cereal. They move around the countertop collecting scraps and crumbs. Part of him realizes how much better he needs to be doing at cleaning up after himself. But then, if he did that then collecting food would be even more challenging than it already is. At least this part of the job is simple compared to scaling the cabinets to get here.

With their packs full of scraps, and their water containers refilled from the dripping faucet, they’re ready to climb back down. The descent proves to be just as scary as the ascent was, and he was no more proficient at it than he was during the first go around. All he knows is that he’s going to be unbelievably sore when tomorrow finally comes.

They make their way back to Vi’s room, and he helps her make a meal of sorts from the scraps they just collected. It’s surprisingly… edible, considering they were working with bits of cereal, grains of rice, stale breadcrumbs and whatever other bits and bobs already in her little pantry.

He’s cleaning the dishes when the string lights overhead flicker, then go out. Vivienne sighs heavily, stomping across her room. Dante blinks, his eyes struggling to adjust to the newfound darkness. She gives the battery pack by the door a few sharp wacks before sighing again. “This is going to be so annoying to fix.”

“Uh, what should I do?” He asks, feeling his way across the old wooden ruler that she turned into her countertop.

“Light a match I guess.” She mutters. “This will be fine. We were pretty much done for the night anyway. You looked about ready to fall asleep in your dinner, so we can just deal with it tomorrow,” She talks as he fumbles his way around the miniature kitchen. They had used a tea candle to cook their dinner, and there was a collection of matches stored in the cabinet nearby. He grabs one and strikes it. He holds it like a torch in his hands. It won’t stay lit for long, but for now it illuminates the space in a warm orange glow.

“What do you need to fix it?” He asks curiously.

“I need three whole aaahs,” she answers.  

“What?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“Oh, right. You don’t know anything. Um. This one is kind of advanced. Basically, aaahs are tubes that make the lights turn on. Without them, it’s just dark like this. Which is fine, it’s just annoying. Good thing we got all of our crafting out of the way while they still worked though. But anyway, they’re pretty hard to come by. And it’s one of those things that the beans sometimes keep track of. And I need three of them.”

“Aaah tubes,” he says quietly to himself, thinking for a moment before busting up into a fit of laughter. “Oh my gosh do you mean a battery? Like a triple A battery?”

“Oh. Alright you just call it something else. That’s so weird though? Three A’s would be pronounced, ‘aaah’”

“This is- oh gosh,” he laughs

“Cultural differences, I get it. Your community was weird,” She says with a shrug, shuffling back towards the table.

“Vi, what about double A batteries? Those are different, but would you pronounce it the same, or what?”

“Well, that…” she hesitates. “I’m not going to take criticism from the guy who didn’t even know what a borrower was, despite literally being one, alright?”

“Whatever.” He laughs, meeting her at the table. “Hey, don’t worry. This won’t even be all that hard. I have some batteries in my—” he stops himself.

“You have a stash nearby?” she asks, her voice taking on an edge that he knows is from her being territorial. Her brow furrows, her sharp eyes studying him.

“No, no, no. I just meant that, um, I know where some are. They’re in the apartment in the… um… other bean’s desk drawer. And he shouldn’t be a problem because he’s… out for a while.”

“And you know this because?” She leads.

“Well, I overheard a conversation or something. But really, the coast should be clear for it.”

“Alright,” she sighs. “We can try it out because I don’t have any other leads for these ‘betteries’ as you called them.”

“batteries,” he corrects her, but she either doesn’t hear him, or she just outright ignores him.

Using only one other match for light, they’re able to get ready for bed. She gives him a lumpy approximation of a pillow, and several scraps of fabric, sewn together into a blanket. The space is small, but he’s able to sleep on the floor next to her bed. Though, it honestly doesn’t look like her bed is really any better than the floor. The base of it appears to be layers and layers of fabric all piled together. The light of the match fizzles out, and he’s left staring up into the darkness. His body feels so exhausted, but his mind is running in circles trying to process and unpack everything.

Now that there are no real distractions to keep him occupied, he has to face what he’s been avoiding all day. His mind is still snagged on the fact that there has been a tiny woman living in the walls of his apartment. But aside from that, there’s the matter of, how is any of this possible? And what can he do about this? He has no real plan aside from just following Vivienne around as long as she will let him. Should he try to contact his roommate? Would he take him to a doctor? Would a doctor even know what to do with him? Eventually his uneasy thoughts carry him into uneasy dreams. Hopefully, he’ll be able to get some answers tomorrow.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 12

Jake Lockley + Rimming

I really didn’t know what to write with this so it’s somewhat shorter, hope yall enjoy though.

Kinktober list.

Jake could feel drool gathering in his mouth as he watched (Y/N) move around the kitchen, the man wearing nothing but a tank top, a pair of white socks and a jockstrap in his favorite color. Jake tried to swallow the spit in his mouth as he watched his partner from the side of his eye, trying to not make it obvious was staring.

His gaze kept falling to his lover’s ass, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he thought about tasting him and licking him open against the kitchen counters. The tank top left very little to the imagination as it clung to (Y/N)s torso, his muscles visibly flexing as he moved around. (Y/N) must have felt the burning sensation of Jakes gaze as he turned to look over his shoulder, and shot a teasing grin at the man on the couch.

(Y/N) kept doing what he was doing in the kitchen, but he started leaning over more than necessary, his hips pointed in the direction of Jake who curses softly under his breath in Spanish. At some point (Y/N) lifts his leg and rests his knee up against on the handles on the lower cabinets, spreading himself open just enough to give Jake a minimal look.

Jake clenched his fists tightly in his lap as he grew harder, his brows furrowing and biting the inside of his cheek as (Y/N) showed himself off like that. (Y/N) wiggled his hips a little as he hummed some song to himself, as if he was dancing to whatever song he had in his head and was trying to hum. This was the last straw for Jake who lunged off the couch and charged over, dropping to his knees and almost skidding towards his lover.

(Y/N) laughed at how desperate Jake seemed to be, but it was quickly cut off as Jake slid down behind him and grabbed the back of his thighs and pushed him forwards into the cabinets. The standing man stopped moving when he felt Jakes hands sneak their way up onto his cheeks before spreading them open, (Y/N) gasping softly as his hole was revealed to the cold air.

(Y/N) moaned softly when Jake pressed his face in close, dragging his tongue over the puckered hole, the man moaning at the taste as he flattened his tongue and pressed even closer. (Y/N) made soft noises as he reached down to grope his hardening length through the fabric of the jockstrap, massaging the body part as Jake started licking away at his hole, pleased noises leaving the man as if rimming his boyfriend was the best thing in the world.

Jake moved one of his hands down to grab (Y/N)s thigh, rucking it up until he was resting his knee against the countertop, the movement making the other man gasp at the sudden movement and stretch but the discomfort was quickly forgotten as Jake wriggled his tongue inside. (Y/N) leant forwards and supported his weight with his free arm, still rubbing at his crotch with the other, a wet spot starting to gather on the fabric.

Jake pressed his tongue in deeper and moaned at the taste, rubbing his hands up and down his partners thighs which quivered at the attention from jakes hands and tongue. When (Y/N)s whimpers started rising in volume and he started moving the hand on his cock faster, Jake reached up to push (Y/N)s hand away so he could shove the small piece of fabric that counted as underwear away and wrap it around his boyfriends now free cock.

A loud moan left (Y/N) as Jake started jerking him off, his hips thrusting forwards into his hand but also twitching back towards his tongue. Reaching behind him, (Y/N) buried his fingers in Jakes hair and pulled him closer, heat gathering in his abdomen. When (Y/N) came it splattered against the cupboards, streaking white across the wood and on Jakes fingers, a loud breathless groan leaving the man as he finished.

Slowly removing his tongue, Jake pressed kisses against his lovers lower back as he panted above him, trying to catch his breath. Jake tucked (Y/N)s softening length back into the pouch of fabric that had covered him earlier and pushed himself to his feet, wrapping his arms around the other mans waist and leaning against his back, pressing soft kisses against his shoulder. “Don’t do that” (Y/N) snickered, playfully shoving at Jakes face and making comments about where his mouth had just been.

[mayajadewrites]

For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

CHAPTER TEN: MOOD

please let me know if you're enjoying this story!

Over the next few days you spend more and more time at Levi's place. He even took you to the store to pick out some clothes and toiletries to keep at his house. You can't help but want to stay at your apartment for a night, too. You've made that place your home and you miss it. 

Tuesday morning you wake up next to Levi, pressing the 'STOP' button on your alarm. Even though you technically don't have a time you have to clock in - Levi does. You try to make him breakfast before he leaves for work and help him gather his things. 

Levi is still sound asleep when you slowly pull away from him and slide your slippers on. His alarm won't go off for another half hour, which is perfect because it gives you enough time to make breakfast and make his tea. 

Levi's kitchen is straight out of Pinterest - marble countertops with the most beautiful black cabinets. There are several lights hanging above the kitchen island that you turn on when you enter the room. Even though it's beautiful, it's almost sterile. No personality or warmth. 

You grab the ingredients for french toast - brioche bread, eggs, cinnamon, butter, vanilla, and milk. You also take the turkey bacon out of the fridge. 

As you're cooking, you see Levi emerge from his room. He definitely just brushed his teeth, but his hair remains a mess.

"It smells good in here." Levi yawns, stretching his upper body. 

"French toast is on the menu today." You smile as you flip the slices of bread. "Go finish getting ready, breakfast will be ready when you're done." 

Levi walks over to you and presses his lips to yours gently, letting his hand linger on your curves. "You look damn sexy in my kitchen." 

You push him away playfully with your free hand. "Go get dressed!" 

When Levi enters the kitchen again, he's in a navy blue suit - perfectly tailored to his measurements no doubt. His hair is now free of flyaways and bedhead. His briefcase is on the island next to his to-go tea. 

"My handsome." You pad over to where Levi is standing, wrapping your arms around his middle. You look up into his storm colored eyes and can't help but have a pinch me moment. 

Levi eats his breakfast fast before having to run out the door. "I'll see you tonight. Are you leaving at all today?"

"Yes, I was gonna stop by my place for a little to grab some things." You lie. You only want to spend time in your own space and write for a few hours. 

"Okay, the spare key is on the dresser." Levi kisses you softly before hurrying out the door. 

"Have a good day." You wave, feeling the tingle on your lips still.

As you hear Levi's Range Rover back out of the driveway, you begin cleaning. You notice he forgot his tea - which you made sure was PERFECT for him since he is so damn particular about it. After you clean the kitchen, you decide you're going to bring the tea to him. 

You slide on a pair of ripped jeans, white platform converse, and a plan white shirt with your long chestnut brown trenchcoat. His job is on the way to your house anyway, you think to yourself. You grab your tote that has the spare key, your laptop, and the keys to your apartment. Last is the cup of tea.

You pull up to Ackerman Inc., sending a quick text to Levi.

YOU: You forgot your tea. I'm outside your job.

LEVI: Come in the front door and tell the front desk receptionist you're here for Levi Ackerman. 

You make your way inside and do exactly what Levi told you to do. "I'm here to see Levi Ackerman. He forgot his tea this morning." You smile, holding up the cup.

"Of course! He just called. You're all set Mrs. Ackerman! I added you to the visitor list as well."

This is the 2nd time someone has called you Mrs. Ackerman. You can't say you mind. 

Levi's office is full of people diligently working. You see Hange and Erwin as well, who wave to say hello. 

A woman with shoulder length, light ginger hair walks by you, eyeing you up and down. You're not one to shy away from confrontation, so you decide to say hello.

"Hi, is there a problem?" You turn your body towards her. 

"Not at all. You're Levi's new girlfriend, right?" 

You raise your eyebrow. "Yes. Do you have any more personal questions or can I know your name?"

"My name is Petra. Be careful with Levi." 

"Do you have reasons or are you just trying to get a reaction?" 

"He didn't tell you who I am?" 

"Can't say he did." 

"I'm his ex girlfriend. We dated for about 2 years." 

You nod, trying your best not to show your feelings all over your face. "Nice to meet you, Petra aka Levi's ex girlfriend."

Petra turned on her heel and walked to what you presume is her desk. You sigh and turn the other way towards the big office with several glass windows. 

Levi soon opens the door to his office, pressing his back to the door. "Come in."

You don't say a word as you enter his office as he closes the door behind you. Levi looks perplexed from the lack of words and touch. "What's wrong?"

"You failed to tell me you work with your ex." You hand Levi the to-go mug of tea. "I'll see you later." You turn to the door before Levi pulls your hand gently. 

"Petra?" He questions.

"Do you have more than one ex that works here?"

"That was stupid." Levi shakes his head. "I didn't think it was relevant. Yes, Petra works here." 

"It's quite relevant. I'll talk to you later." You pull at the door handle again. "Levi, let me go." 

"I didn't think I needed to tell you about Petra because she means nothing to me. She's my employee." 

"If I worked with my ex you would probably have an aneurysm. For the last time, I'm leaving." 

"We'll talk when I get home."

"Text me when you're done and I'll meet you there." You exit Levi's office and shut the door behind you, walking right past Petra's desk. 

You almost run out of the office. You're embarrassed to say the least. How could Levi not tell you he works with his ex girlfriend who he dated for two years? 

"Bye Mrs. Ackerman! Have a good day!" 

You wave at the receptionist, flashing your fakest smile. 

What's better than writing when you're in a bad mood?

[gtbutterfly]

Quincy and the forest giant (formally known as unnamed gt story part three)

I should really come up with a name for this story, huh (I did) Anyways, let me know your thoughts on it, criticism is appreciated, as usual.

CW: threats,

Here's the previous part

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Everything except my head, my shoulders, and my arms were held tightly in Ella's grasp. It felt like being squeezed, I could hardly move my legs while they were wrapped in the giant's grip. I looked up at her face. She was staring forward while walking, looking annoyed. My stomach dropped with each footstep she took, her arm bringing me up and down as she walked. I could just barely feel the vibrations of her heartbeat from her veins while in her fist. Soon, she took me to a massive kitchen and roughly plopped me down onto a counter. I had to catch myself with my arms as I landed.

“Ow,” I muttered to myself, standing up and holding my hands after they hit the top of the counter. Ella ignored me and turned to some large cabinets attached to the wall. She opened them and pulled out a large metal tray with a massive loaf of bread on it, the size of a house. She placed it next to me on the counter, nearly crushing me, and pulled off a piece of bread before flicking it at me nonchalantly. The bread hit me in the face and fell on the counter.

“You were supposed to catch that,” Ella said, tapping her fingers against the countertop.

“Uh…..thanks…?” I said, picking up the piece of bread. To not be rude, I took a bite out of it. It was stale, dry, and crummy. The crust was hard to bite into. Ella kept staring down at me with her giant eyes. She looked stern and annoyed, it was hard not to be intimidated by her gaze. I looked down while eating. I started to ask her something, “Um…so…how long until….”

“A couple of hours, they should be here to get you by mid-day.” the giant said. “You have somewhere to be?”

“Uh….yeah….school….” I said, “they um……probrobly aren’t missing me, though,”

“Huh, that's good,” Ella said, emotionless. “How about your orphanage, or foster carers, or whatever you said you have?”

“Uh, they’re probably worried….since I” 'm missing…..” I said,

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure they will deal with them by the time you get back.” the giant said, ripping off a piece and biting part of the bread herself.

“...um…..whos….” I gulped before continuing my question, “Who's them?”

“The people I work for.” the giant said.

“...who are they?” I ask.

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” Ella said.

“Are they…human?” I asked,

“Yeah, for the most part,” she said.

“Why do you work for them?” I ask,

“It's less like a job and more like paying a debt,” Ella said, before sighing, “look kid, I’m not answering all of your questions. You already know enough to the point where I had to take you here. Don’t make things worse by being nosy.”

“Um…what can I ask about?” I asked.

“The bread.” the giant said, rolling her eyes.

“Um… where you get the bread?”

“They gave it to me to eat,” Ella answered.

“Who they?” I asked. The giant eyes looked down, more annoyed and angry at me than before.

“Do you want me to put you in a jar, or something? I can do that,” Ella threatened, her voice still stern and vibrating. She leaned down towards me. “I can just put you in a cage, or a box, or tape you to a wall and leave you there until it's time for you to go. Or I can knock you back out and make you unconscious for the rest of the day or longer. Do you want that kid?”

I backed away from her in fear, as she leaned over the counter staring daggers down at me.

I couldn’t say anything again. I was just gaping upwards again like I did before. I think they noticed how scared I was.

“Are uh…are you okay, kid?” The giant asked. I blinked twice, before nodding. “Ok. good. Just remember what I said earlier. Listen to me and you’ll be fine.” Ella said, standing up and giving me some space. “Just do me a favor, don’t ask about who I work for, or why you here, or why I’m…y’know, m’kay?”

“um……ok…Ella…” I said.

“Good. just don’t bother me for the next few hours and you’ll be fine.”

After we finished eating, she took me back to the same room as before. It was a sort of living area, with a couch, though it was more like a cusishined bench, and a coffee table, both of course made for her size. She had placed me on the coffee table and was watching me from the couch. We weren’t doing anything, just sitting there. There wasn’t much technology in the giants house, just the lights above us. There wasn’t a tv or any screen I could see in this room. There was a stack of massive books in the corner of the room, and a box of playing cards on the coffee table, the oversized ones you’d find at a gag store, about two feet long, though they still weren’t the right size to be considered normal for Ella. I was too nervios to ask if we could do somethig to pass the time. So we just boredly sat there for a couple minutes. Eventuary, there was low thunder outside. Ella looked behind her at the window. She looked concerned about something. She got up, standing at her full height over me. I nearly fell over looking up at her. She walked towards the window and looked outside. I was too far to see what she was actually looking at. Then she looked at her wrist, before turing back down towards me.

“I have to do something.” Ella said, “stay on the table. Don’t try to escape or hide somewhere, and don’t touch anything,” she said sternly, in the same tone as the threat from before. I nodded as she left the room, leaving me alone. She was gone for a good couple minutes, minutes I spent not doing anything, fearing what she said she’ll do to me back in the kitchen. I just stayed on the coffee table the entire time. The lights on the ceiling dimed and flickered at the sound of thunder outside. I couldn’t see the window very well, being on the lower coffee table across the room. There were gray rainclouds in the sky, and water on the window. Other than that, there waas nothing outside I could see. Soon I felt Ellas footsteps vibrating the ground as she walkd back into the room. She sat down infront of me, sighing. The giant looked disappointed, almost frustrated about something, but I didn’t want to ask. Then they spoke,

“So, Quincey, that was your name, right?” they said, “you don’t have any plans tomorrow in your town, right?”

“...wh….why do you ask?” I said. Ella sighed again.

“They can’t get here due to the weather.” the giant said. “Your spending the night here, kid.”

[biggnansmol]

A Human Among Giants: Chapter 1

First and foremost, I'm still learning how to use Tumblr so sorry for what's about to happen. This is a GT story I thought of late last year about kind of shitty parents and finding yourself, but I didn't actually write much of that initial idea. Hopefully by posting the first chapter here I'll be inclined to follow through (no promises).

I can promise, however, that the story will be entirely SFW. There will be elements of romance and of people being absolutely terrible, but the text itself will be fine. I don't really know how this website works so feel free to give me pointers while I figure stuff out.

Chapter I - Moving

The bus rumbled along the suburban streets, rows of houses passing by Austin as he stared out the window, headphones in and playing a pop playlist quietly in his ears. He tried not to focus on how many more times he would get to see properly-sized homes instead of gigantic ones, turning his attention to his phone to find a different song to play, but all he could think about was the move at the end of the year. As the bus approached his stop, Austin thumbed the stop button and pulled out his headphones long enough to call out a thanks as he dismounted from the vehicle. He began walking, pocketing his phone and turning his eyes upward. It was a sunny day with only a few clouds in sight, providing him with a clear view of Immensus as it hung in the sky above.

Earth, where Austin and most other humans lived, was the name of the small moon that orbited the much larger planet of Immensus. Earth and Immensus were nearly identical in climate, environment, and even inhabitants. The only exception in the similarities was the scale with everything on Immensus being well over ten times the size of Earth. The giants that lived on the larger planet reached heights of 30 metres and towered over the much smaller humans. With the exception of his father, Bradley, who worked on Immensus, Austin didn’t know anyone who had even been to the giant planet before.

From the bus stop, it was a four minute walk to Austin’s home where he lived with his dad. The building was a two story house split into four units, with the front half and back half and the upstairs and downstairs all being separate. Their place was the rear upstairs unit, so Austin made his way around the side of the building and let himself in the door at the back. The entryway was small, barely enough room to stand with both arms stretched out, and contained nothing more than a shoe rack and a staircase leading up to their place. As Austin tugged off his footwear, he noticed his dad’s shoes were still absent. Ascending up the stairs, Austin entered into the quiet living room, lights still turned off. He glanced over at the kitchen sink, his dad’s usual assortment of half-empty mugs were also missing.

“Hey, dad,” Austin’s voice carried through the house, and he waited a moment for a response. “I’m home.”

The staircase lead right into the unit’s sparsely decorated living room. Directly on Austin’s right was an old, worn couch that faced a television on the opposite wall, propped up on an empty cabinet. A single picture frame hung above the couch, and an industrial style coffee table stood squarely in the centre of the room, not matching a single other piece of furniture. The far right wall was all windows, leading out onto the balcony that overlooked the roofs of the other houses in the neighbourhood. To Austin’s left was a small kitchen with a fridge, sink, and other appliances propped on wooden countertops, separated from the living room by an island counter and two mismatching barstools. The far wall contained three doors, one for his bedroom, one for his dad’s, and one for the bathroom.

Austin checked the time on his watch, dismayed to find it was nearly half past three in the afternoon. His dad was supposed to have arrived home around midday, but he was running late again. A little over two years ago, Bradley had taken on an engineering contract from a firm on Immensus and it required him to work on-site six days every fortnight. The remaining eight days he could work from Earth, but it meant that when he flew out Austin was left by himself at home. It wasn’t the loneliness that bothered Austin, he wasn’t that close with his dad anyway, more so the tardiness. With the way Bradley’s hours worked, he was always supposed to get back while Austin was at school.

Austin could count on one hand the number of times that had actually happened. Bradley would walk in the door late in the evening, sometimes even the following morning, with an excuse about needing to stay late and promise that it wouldn’t happen again, that this time was the last time.

Making his way to his bedroom and sitting down at his desk, Austin pulled out a stack of papers from today’s day at school. Even though it was only a few weeks into the school year, Austin was in his final year and all of the teachers had begun to crack down with worksheets and practice tests. The schoolwork sat untouched in front of him for several minutes before Austin decided to busy himself by getting something to eat. He flipped the kettle on to boil and grabbed a noodle cup from the pantry, dumped the contents of the sachets into the cup, and followed it with the hot water, then returned to his room where he stared at his papers for a little longer. Austin didn’t use to have any issues with studying, he got good marks consistently across the board, up until a few months ago.

One of Bradley’s coworkers had apparently offered him a place to stay on Immensus. A giant named Siobhan had told Bradley he was welcome to move in with her and her daughter who was about Austin’s age. As to not interfere with Austin’s studies, Bradley had agreed to wait until the end of the year to move, but it still slashed Austin’s motivation. There was no point studying to get a good score for his finals on Earth when he’d be moving to Immensus by the time he could use the score to apply for university.

Forcing himself to put pen to paper, Austin slowly began to fill out the work in front of him. He spent ten minutes on it, then twenty, then half an hour. It was a little after five when Austin heard his dad’s footsteps on the staircase. Austin sat back and looked at his work, realising he’d only managed to do one page in the nearly hour and a half he’d spend on it. There was a knock at Austin’s door and he glanced up at his dad standing in the doorway, Bradley’s large frame occupying most of the space. Their height was the only thing Austin and Bradley had in common. Bradley had a stocky frame with fair hair and brown eyes, while Austin was skinny and lanky and had inherited his mum’s dark hair and blue eyes.

“Hey, Austin,” his dad said, standing awkwardly in the doorway to Austin’s bedroom.

“Welcome home, dad,” Austin replied.

“Listen. There’s, uh, something I want to talk to you about.”

“Is it about Siobhan?”

“In a way,” Bradley answered as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of Austin’s bed. “It’s more about our plans to move to Immensus.”

“At the end of the year.”

“At the end of the year, right. Well I was talking to, I mean working with Sibohan the other day and she said we could move over sooner if we wanted. Austin, what do you think about by the end of next month?”

Austin was on his feet. “Next month? What? Dad, I’m still in school!”

“There are plenty of schools on Immensus. Siobhan told me that her daughter goes to one that allows human students as well. You two could attend together.”

“I don’t want to go to school on Immensus! I don’t want to move! I want to stay here on Earth.”

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

Tears stung in Austin’s eyes as he turned away. He walked to his door, coming to a stop in the doorway. “You’ve already organised the move, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

Austin didn’t turn to face his dad, instead staring at the single picture frame that hung above the couch in the living room. It was a family portrait of a young couple with a toddler in their arms. The raven-haired lady in the photo smiled back at Austin, her bright blue eyes being the only thing Austin could remember.

[hacked-by-jake]

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Pairing: Jake x fem!MC Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: 866 A/n: Hey Ho! Yep, I know I’ve done something similar before [check here]. However, I had a migraine attack last night and was just like MC. I wish I had a Jake, I needed one. Since I don’t have one, I wrote it down. It is, as so often, just something small, do not expect too much. This is kinda self indulged. Hope you like it anyway. Please excuse the mistakes. 💚

In the middle of the night a pain-distorted moan penetrated directly to his ear and the young hacker opened his eyes worried. "MC?" He asked quietly and looked to the side in the dark room. "Jake" she croaked and immediately he knew that something was completely wrong.

"What is wrong?" He moved a little closer.

She lay on her side, face away from him. Dimly he could see that she had placed a hand on her forehead and kept her eyes closed. It took her a moment to answer. "Migraine" she pressed out.

Shit. "Did you already take a painkiller?"

"No, there are no more in my bedside cabinet."

He instantly hit the duvet to the side and moved as carefully as possible as he stood up from the bed so that MC was not touched by his movements. "I’ll get you one." He whispered and left the room quietly.

Although the apartment of the two was still shrouded in pure darkness, he managed to move elegantly and without bumping into something straightaway into the kitchen. Only there, when MC could no longer get dazzled, he switched on the light.

Quickly he opened the cupboard in which the medicines are stored and took out the pack of special migraine tablets. He reached for a bottle of water, which was standing on the kitchen countertop. In addition, he took a cooling pad from the freezer and also a small towel, which he wrapped around the pad. He left the kitchen again in the dark and hurried to get back to MC, clutching everything under his arm.

Once there, he heard her whimper again, which hit him directly into his – only for her beating – heart. "I’m here, MC, can you sit up?" He asked and sank on the mattress next to her. Putting the bottle on the bedside table and placing the cooling pad next to him.

"I don’t know, I’m so dizzy, my head feels so hot."

"Let me help you," he reached for her free hand, pushing the other one under her, grasping her shoulders and helping her to gently straighten up.

She leaned against the backrest, still keeping her eyes closed.

The young hacker carefully gave her the cooling pad by gently pulling away the hand she had laid on her forehead, placing the cool aid slightly on this very spot. Reflexive MC guided her hand back, pressing the pad against her head. A pleasurable sound came out of her mouth as the cold welcomed, hugged her and briefly distracted her from the pain.

Jake quickly opened the bottle, then grabbed the pill to break it in the middle. He knew MC has trouble swallowing meds when she has such bad migraines.

"Here," he whispered, giving her the first half.

He helped her to sit up more straight and handed her the water. It took MC a few seconds before she managed to lift her arm to clamp the half of the tablet between her lips. She took the bottle, carrying it to her mouth. To make it less difficult, Jake kept holding the end of the flask supportive while his girlfriend drank a few sips. A few more senconds passed before she managed to flush the pill down.

Disgusted, she grimaced as the bitter ingredient spread into her mouth. Sympathetically, Jake did the same, pursing his lips while MC repeated it with the second half of the drug.

When that was done, he put the still open bottle back on the nightstand. If MC wanted to drink some more, she did not have to open it first.

"Lie back down" the black-haired hacker gently demanded while removing the blanket so that she could slide down. She lay down on her right side and as he wrapped the fabric around her body.

Slowly he went around the bed to carefully crawl behind her. She automatically slid backwards until her back touched his chest.

He pushed one arm under her neck until she was lying on his upper arm, then he detached her hand by holding the cooling pad for her and allowing MC to relax her arm.

Immediately, she reached back to grab his other hand to cross their fingers with each other. She pulled her legs up to her upper body, dragging herself back against him, and curled up in his arms like a helpless puppy suffering from pain. The hacker’s thumb lightly stroked the back of her hand to signal that he was here and was watching over her.

"Try to get some more sleep" he breathed a kiss on the back of her head. The young woman did not answer, but only nodded slightly.

And so the two lay there, surrounded by soothing darkness.

Jake self only closed his eyes after he was sure that MC had fallen asleep again. Only then he granted himself to also get a little more rest.

But he did not really fell asleep, it was more of a doze. One eye and one ear awake and ready to help her at all times if the attack does not subside. This will be the case for the remainder of his life.

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