#he’s running all over the place and has a cone on for the next two weeks

[ashacadence]

Hate to do this but had to bring my cat to the Emergency vet care clinic tonight. He had a ruptured abscess in one of his glands and because of the emergency it escalated the cost and so I am in need of some help. Spread the word and donate even a $1 or $3 (I think that’s the lowest for kofi can go I think if I remember)

I’m full on comms. Might take more but I just don’t want to get swamped or too stressed. Donations are just super helpful right now. I’m thinking I’ll try and do some adopts or ych’s instead first. So thank you. 🙏

[evansbby]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, heavy misogyny, daddy!kink, smutt in public (kind of), 18+ minors dni.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve takes his omega to her first pool party.

“Hey, baby. Look at this!”

Steve takes off into a run before canon-balling into the pool, making the water splash everywhere in the process. But he surfaces with a grin, flipping his hair off his forehead. His light blonde tufts look dark brown from the water, and the sun radiates against the droplets on his pale face, making him shimmer like a diamond. You can hear a bunch of people – including Natasha – complain because the splash from his jump has completely soaked them, but all Steve does is flip them off before shooting you a smug smile.

“Wow.” You say as you walk up to the edge of the pool. “That was really cool.”

Before Steve can answer, you see someone whizz past you from your peripheral. A moment later, there’s another gigantic splash as Ransom canon-balls in next to Steve, and you yelp as the water hits you. The brunette alpha surfaces with a grin that rivals Steve’s in smugness, with the latter looking on sourly as you clap politely at Ransom’s jump.

“That wasn’t nearly as impressive as mine.” Steve scoffs, eying you warningly. You immediately stop clapping. “And you splashed water all over my girlfriend, you fucking asshole.”

“It’s a pool party, Steve. God forbid she gets a bit of water on her.” Ransom rolls his eyes as he climbs out of the pool and flips Steve off before shooting you a smile which you don’t dare return.

The two of you are at Steve’s friend Ransom’s house. Or rather, in his backyard where a pool party is in full swing. It’s a particularly hot day and everyone’s either sunbathing or swimming or licking snow-cones made from Ransom’s “state of the art snow-cone machine.” (That was the first thing the brunette alpha had shown you and Steve when the two of you had arrived. He’d bought it especially for today).

“I mean, Ransom’s pool is alright.” Steve had told you earlier when the two of you were changing in the pool-house. “But you’d think it’s an Olympic size pool from the way he shows off about it. Baby, wait till you see the pool at my house, it’s twice the size of this one.”

You had nodded, although the idea of someone even owning a swimming pool of their very own – big or small – was so completely unfathomable to you. But everyone who was here today hadn’t even blinked an eye at all the luxuries this mansion had to offer. From the huge hallways and sparkling marble floors to the gigantic backyard which resembled more of a golf course. Not to mention the pool-house alone was twice the size of your house back home!

“This place is like a castle.” You had breathed, sliding your fingers over the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the pool-house, watching the party in full swing outside. Thor was handing out cans of beer, Natasha by his side in a pretty red bikini that made her body look incredible. Ransom and Andy were making snow-cones, and Sam and Bucky looked to be organising a game of pool volleyball. There was a net set up in the water, and it looked like they were arguing about picking teams.

You could also see a bunch of girls settled on the side of the pool, in pretty bikinis and stylish sunglasses. You recognised a few of them from campus, and that made you gulp. What if Steve left you to hang out with his friends? You pray these girls are nice and you’ll fit in.

Steve had snorted, coming up behind you with his hand on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. “This place is not like a castle, omega. I can show you castles; you just wait till you see my house.” He had kissed down the nape of your neck, the feel of his lips making you sigh until he pulls away and frowns, tugging at your shirt. “Take this off. It’s a pool party, remember?”

He takes it off for you, licking his lips when he sees what’s underneath. He had bought the bikini for you a few days ago. It was white with baby pink strings tying the thong and also going around your neck. Steve had said it was extremely sexy and cute, but you felt vulnerable as ever and paranoid every time he’d finger the strings – like he was doing now. You’d double-tied them tightly, but all he had to do was tug at them and they’d come loose.

Steve had barely given you enough time to put your flip-flops on, as well as your cute flowery cover-up, before he’d dragged you outside to the party.

Which is where you are currently, and you can’t help but smile softly down at Steve, who looks extremely proud of the cannonball he’s just performed. He swims over to where you’re standing, reaching up to grab your ankles.

“Come in. The water’s nice and cool.”

Your heart skips a beat at how laid back he’s being. This is a different side to Steve, who was usually so stoic and strict. Either that, or he was downright devious. Sometimes though, sometimes he lets himself go and relax. Like when he’s playing video-games and gets really into it, or when the two of you are cuddling and he lets Steve Junior join in, or when the two of you study together. Or now.

“I – uh – I don’t really want to swim.” You answer awkwardly, and your alpha rolls his eyes, the grip he has on your ankles not loosening. But the thought of taking your cover-up off and being in such a revealing bikini in front of all these people has you shaking your head pleadingly at him.

“It’s a pool party, omega. That means you have to swim.” Steve tells you as if you’re a baby who doesn’t understand the concept of a pool party.

You exhale softly before sitting down by the edge of the pool and dipping your feet in, sighing at how nice the water feels. And a part of you does want to go in, but you don’t know why you feel so self-conscious here. Well, actually, you do know why. It’s because you feel so out of place, in this huge mansion of a house with all these people from college whom you probably have nothing in common with. They aren’t your friends, you don’t have any friends. And they certainly don’t want to be your friends either, you just know it.

Steve settles between your legs, spreading them and smirking up at you. He presses a light kiss to your inner thigh, and it’s innocuous enough but you still look around in alarm. But no one is watching the two of you and so you try to relax.

“Relax, omega.” Steve commands you, and you get a whiff of his summery scent and sigh as it seems to soothe you from the inside out. You shoot your alpha a small smile, and he only smirks, continuing to kiss your thigh as his hands slips up and down your bare legs. You freeze when you feel his fingers lock around your ankles, the sudden image of him cruelly tugging you into the water crossing your mind.

But Steve only lifts your foot up, licking his lips as he watches your white nail polish gleam in the sunlight. You gulp when he presses a kiss on your toe, before a dark, lustful look clouds his eyes and you pull away.

“Not here, Steve! Please!” You whisper.

“Why not? You’re my omega and I can do whatever I want with you, so–”

“Hey, Steve! Great weather, huh?”

Jake Jensen swims up to Steve, a comically wide grin on his face. He’s got a thick layer of white sunscreen all over his face, with an especially thick blot on the tip of his nose. And yet, he’s still sunburnt and slightly pink to match the shade of his salmon-coloured swimming trunks.  His eyes squint as he smiles at Steve – either because of the sun or because he’s not wearing his glasses.

Steve rolls his eyes, getting in front of you to block you from Jake’s view.

“Jensen, who the fuck invited you?”

“Uh, Ransom did? He invited the whole football team! This sure is a swell pool, huh, Steve? I’ve got one too – well, my parents do. But it’s not as big as this one.”

“I’m sure it isn’t.” Steve says drily, “Hey! Eyes on me, Jensen. Don’t even think about looking at her.”

“I wasn’t–”

“I know your angle, you fucking creep. Swimming over here and trying to act all casual so you can get a close up look at my girlfriend in her bikini.”

Jake blinks, his eyes zeroing in on you peaking over Steve’s shoulder. “I didn’t even notice her, actually, but–”

“Are you insulting my girlfriend now, Jensen? Are you fucking insinuating that she’s not noticeable?!”

“What? No–”

“Shut up, you fucking idiot. And get away from us. In fact, get out of the whole pool.” Steve points to the far corner of the backyard, where a jacuzzi bubbles away on its lonesome. “Go sit in there, Jensen. I’m banning your creepy ass from this pool. Now go before I kick you off the football team.”

You watch as Jake hurriedly swims away, a look of dismay on his face. “Steve, you shouldn’t be so mean to him– Hey!”

You yelp as your alpha’s muscular arms encircle around you, pulling you into the pool with a gentle splash. Your arms automatically go around his neck, and your legs – unable to reach the floor of the pool – instinctively wrap around his waist until you’re clinging to him like a koala.

“There. Now none of these creeps can stare at your body.” Steve’s hand slips down to squeeze your ass underwater and you jump in surprise, inadvertently rubbing your front against his crotch. His eyes darken and he clutches you closer, till you can feel his hard dick through his trunks rub against your mound which is barely concealed by your bikini. You fight yourself in order not to moan, shooting Steve a pleading look only to find that his eyes are too busy staring at your cleavage, which is ample and wet and pressed up against his chest.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, omega.” Steve says, leaning forward to kiss you roughly. He bites at your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as his hands continue to fondle you. You feel your walls clench but you have to remind yourself that you’re in a pool with a bunch of other people. Meanwhile, underwater, Steve’s hand slips under your bikini bottoms, cupping your bare ass cheek and jiggling it lewdly.

“Fuck, why’d you have to wear such a tiny, slutty bikini, huh?” Steve whispers, licking the shell of your ear sensually and sending thrills up and down your spine. “You think you can look this sexy and cute and I won’t fuck you in the middle of this pool right now?”

“B-But, Steve! You chose this bikini!”

“Don’t lie, baby omega.” He pinches your ass again before his fingers tug threateningly at the flimsy string holding your bikini bottoms to your body. “Now everyone’s staring at your hot, tight little body because they all want to fuck you. But they can’t, because that’s my job.”

“Please don’t take my bikini off!” You plead softly, as he continues to play with the strings of your bikini-bottoms. You try to swim away from him, but he holds on tightly to you, shooting you a warning look before his eyes grow distracted by your breasts again, and his hands cup them both.

“Who told you to tease me like this, huh?” He kisses up your neck, squeezing and fondling your breasts like an animal pawing at his prey, “Who told you to wear such a tight, sexy bikini and push your tits up so they look all sexy? God, you’re killing me, baby. And I know you’re doing it on purpose, just like you always do.”

You know Steve well enough at this point to realise that when he’s riled up and horny, he tends to accuse you of baseless things like leading him on purposely. But all you’re trying to do at this very moment is make sure he doesn’t slip his dick inside you at this pool party in front of everyone. Because Steve could really be a menace when he wanted to, and his libido knew no bounds. He would definitely fuck you in front of an audience, no questions asked. In fact, he’d happily do it.

“Who’s that?” You blurt out in a desperate bid to distract him. You look toward the gates where Ransom is greeting a pretty brunette girl who you’ve never seen before. Steve follows your gaze and snorts.

“That’s Marta, Ransom’s new girlfriend.”

“Oh. She’s very pretty.” You comment, taking note of how Ransom looks genuinely happy to see her. He picks her up and swings her around, and she laughs and bats him with her purse before they kiss.

“She’s a gold-digging slut.” Steve says darkly.

“What?”

“You heard me. She has a reputation for being the biggest gold-digger in New York and everyone knows it.” Steve holds you close, as if physically shielding you from getting influenced by Marta, who isn’t even looking at either of you. “Instead of getting a degree like the rest of us, she’s been steadily seducing half the male population in the city, and getting them to buy her whatever she wants.”

“But I thought you preferred it when omegas didn’t get degrees?”

You don’t know where the quip comes from, but you regret it as soon as the words leave your mouth. Steve shoots you a warning look and you quickly bow your head submissively, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be. One more slip-up like that and I’ll spank you in front of everyone,” Steve threatens before continuing, “Omegas have no business getting degrees, but they also have no business acting like gold-digging sluts. Anyways, all of us tried to warn Ransom but he’s a fucking idiot, clearly.”

You look towards the couple once again; Ransom is making Marta a personalised snow-cone, drawing a sloppily-drawn heart out of strawberry syrup on top of the shaved ice. Marta claps excitedly, giving Ransom a kiss on the cheek. They look pretty happy and genuine to you, but Steve probably knows better?

You mull over all this new information, “B-But Steve, you buy me tons of expensive stuff all the time. Do people think I’m a gold-digger?”

Steve presses a bunch of kisses on your neck, holding you tightly against him as if he’s afraid you’ll float away. “No, baby. No one would dare make that assumption about you, because I would kill them. And anyways, you’re too cute and innocent and humble to be a gold-digger. Not like Marta, who is a whore.”

You wrinkle your nose, “Steve, please don’t say that…”

“She is, though. She made Ransom buy her a Birkin bag when he’d only known her two weeks.”

You’re wondering why Steve seems so incensed over a simple bag when suddenly–

“You sure do love to gossip, don’t you, Steve?”

Natasha walks over to the corner of the swimming pool where you and Steve are. She’s wrapped a silky black sarong around her hips, and it looks good with her deep red bikini.

“And you sure do love to eavesdrop, don’t you?” Steve fires back, his grip on you tightening possessively.

Natasha rolls her eyes and looks from Steve to you, “Don’t listen to Steve. Marta’s a great girl, we used to go to the same yoga class a few years ago.”

“Of course, you think she’s great.” Steve remarks, sneering at Nat as if she’s a disease, but the redhead remains unperturbed, shooting him a sweet smile before looking back to you.

“Let’s hang out soon. I can fill you in on all the real gossip, and –”

“She doesn’t want to hang out with you.” Steve answers on your behalf. You wince, because it’s not true at all! You’d love to hang out with Natasha, and she’s always inviting you out, either to shop or grab brunch. But Steve never gives you permission to go, because he claims Natasha is a bad influence. You wish you were brave enough to stand up to Steve but you’re not, so instead you just shoot Natasha an apologetic look, and the redhead smiles understandingly back at you.

“Steve! Come on, we’re playing volleyball and you’re on my team!” Sam calls out from the other side of the pool.  

Steve makes a face before shouting back, “I’m busy with my girlfriend!”

“She can play too.” Bucky walks up with the volleyball under his arm, “She can be on my team, we could use an extra player since we got stuck with Jensen.” He gives you a meaningful stare, his cold blue eyes raking you up and down, making you shrink back into Steve. But the brunette alpha smoothly looks away as soon as Steve glances at him.

“Haha, very funny. Omegas don’t play sports.” Steve gives you a kiss on the cheek and a condescending pat on your bum which you’re happy is underwater so no one sees. His lips brush against your ear, “I’m gonna go play for a while, okay, baby?”

You nod, “That’s alright, Steve. I’ll just stay here.”

Steve looks at you, then at Natasha, then back at you before narrowing his eyes, “Don’t talk to her. Just watch me play, okay?”

“Okay.” You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping he won’t see.

He kisses you some more, claiming it’s a good luck kiss but it quickly turns into a good luck make-out before Bucky drags him away.

You climb out of the pool, regretting it instantly because you feel all wet and exposed. But Natasha hands you a big, fluffy towel, and you gratefully wrap it around yourself before she tugs you over to a couple of deck chairs.

“Steve is so bossy,” Natasha giggles, and you follow her gaze to the other side of the pool. There’s a net set up and Steve is already busy explaining strategies to his team members, before telling them exactly where to stand and what to do.

“Yeah.” You agree softly.

“I bet the only one he really listens to is you, am I right?”

Your eyes widen, “Oh no, Steve doesn’t really… I, uh, I could never tell him what to do.”

Natasha stretches and lays down on her deck chair, “I mean, I tell Thor to load the dishwasher or empty the drier, that kind of stuff.”

You look down to your lap, “Oh, well, Steve says that household chores are an omega’s job.” You pause, your eyes focused on Steve as he slams the volleyball straight at Jensen’s face. Jensen yelps, his glasses flying into the water as Steve laughs and high-fives Sam. You suddenly grow paranoid, wondering if your words will somehow get back to him. “I don’t mind doing the household chores at all, though! Actually, I find it very relaxing.” (This isn’t even a lie).

Natasha nods thoughtfully, “Yeah, I don’t mind it either. But you could definitely get Steve to help you out.”

You smile, not saying anything. You certainly doubted you could make Steve do anything.

The redhead sits up straight, “I’m serious, though! Next time you’re unloading the dishwasher, just be like ‘Oh no, these dishes…they’re so heavy!’ Trust me, watch how he’ll make you sit down and do it all himself. Alphas eat the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing right up.”

You mull over it; maybe that would work… Steve never ever let you do any heavy-lifting around the house. You weren’t even allowed to take the trash out, and sometimes he’d even take the laundry basket out of your hands if it looked too heavy. “Baby omegas like you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,” he’d always say.

Relaxing and sitting back, all warm in your fluffy towel, you listen as Natasha gives you more relationship advice. She tells you all the “little things” you can do to control your alpha, like dress up in sexy lingerie and withhold sex until he agrees to your demands. Or keep him on his toes by not answering his texts immediately, and ignoring him so that it drove him crazy. You knew most of these ideas would never work with Steve, but it was nice to listen to her speak anyways, plus it also gave you an interesting insight on her relationship with Thor.

Steve’s team wins the volleyball match, and he comes back to you with a smug smile on his face. Swooping you up in his arms and giving you the biggest kiss ever, till your cheeks are hot and your heart is racing.

“Did you see me?” He asks, kissing you all over your face as if Natasha isn’t a foot away from you two, “Did you see how I scored that last point?”

“Yes,” you lie, because you had dozed off for the past few minutes under the deliciously warm sun and the fluffiness of your towel, “You were really good!”

“Damn right. And did you see how bad Jensen was?”

Steve gives you a detailed play-by-play of the whole game, whilst also simultaneously carrying you off to the hot-tub in the corner of the yard. Natasha waves you goodbye before skipping over to Thor, and you watch her bat him on the shoulder before he throws her into the pool, jumping in after her.

“…and then Bucky rage quit because his team was so shit, and I think he actually left and drove home.” Steve shakes his head, “Classic Bucky. He can’t ever take a loss.”

He gently places you into the hot tub, and you sigh as you sink into the hot, steamy, bubbling water. It’s deep, almost up to your neck when you sit down. But Steve has other plans, hastily pulling you into his lap once he’s settled down as well. In fact, he places you right on top of his hard bulge, which is definitely noticeable underneath his trunks.

“So, is my baby omega gonna give me a reward for winning?” He pinches your ass, a mischievous glint in his eye. His hands settle on your hips, grinding you down against his bulge and smirking when you yelp and grab onto his chest and shoulders.

“Not here!” You gasp, earning another pinch to your ass.

“Really? Is that why you keep grinding your cute little butt on my dick?”

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, omega.” Steve draws you closer with his big hand on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly, his hands fondling every part of your body. He keeps one hand squarely on your ass, his fingers digging between your ass cheeks and prodding at your puckered hole through the thin material of your bikini. You gasp straight into his mouth, and he just smirks against your lips, not allowing you to break the kiss as his other hand slips up to squeeze your breast. His thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and he tries to pull your bikini top off before you manage to fend him away.

“Not here, Steve, please!” You beg, not knowing how far he’d go. His eyes are almost black with lust, as if he’s horny off of winning the volleyball game and impressing you. And a part of you knew this would happen, that this was inevitable the moment he made you put on this extra revealing bikini in the first place. But you’d hoped he’d have at least dragged you off somewhere private, instead of the hot-tub which was out in the open with everyone still milling around.

“Address me properly, baby omega.” Steve whispers in your ear, his tone dripping with lust. “And you shouldn’t have put on this slutty bikini if you didn’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone. All these guys have been staring at you all day. Now I have to show them all how I own you.”

His fingers play with the string that’s holding your bikini top together, his other hand now tracing shapes on the exposed skin of your butt cheek. He gives it a jiggle, smirking when you clutch him harder, your hands wrapping around his neck in an effort to calm yourself down.

“I think you should take your bikini off. Daddy wants to see your tits.”

You shake your head pleadingly, “No, Steve – I mean daddy – please, I can’t do that!”

He doesn’t even blink, his eyes focused on your cleavage which is practically spilling out of the bikini. He licks his lips, a carnality suddenly taking over his being and he grabs the flimsy cups of your bikini and pulls them downwards, exposing your breasts. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, his other hand covering your other breast by squeezing it.

You bite your lip to contain your moan, but Steve moans freely around your nipple as he suckles it. His tongue licks sensually around your hardened peak, making you jolt in his lap. He holds you down firmly, digging his boner up between your ass. He sucks your nipple as if he’s starving, biting at it as if he wants to make you scream, but you stop yourself just in time.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I almost lost concentration a few times during that volleyball game. All I could think about was you looking all cute and sexy, wearing this slutty bikini as if you were begging me to fuck you.”

“Daddy – ah! – can we do this at home please?” You ask, because now you can feel yourself getting turned on. Despite your embarrassment and discomfort, you can feel your pussy clench at his degrading dirty talk.

“No. And stop telling me to stop or else I’ll fuck you on that deck chair, right in the middle of everyone.” He stops suckling on your nipple for a second, pinching it instead as he looks at you thoughtfully, “Actually, no. Keep telling me to stop because I like it when you do that. Reminds me how weak and babyish you are.” He licks a stripe up the side of your face before kissing your cheek sloppily, “Beg me again, say: ‘daddy, please stop.’”

“Daddy, please stop!” You moan pitifully, your brain wanting him to stop but your body not quite agreeing as you feel your hips involuntarily jut against him. And you’re just about to lose control, just about to give in to him because he feels so good and he smells so enticing and he’s your daddy so he’s in charge and the omega inside you is purring and wanting to do exactly what he orders you to, and then–

“Mind if we join you guys?”

Ransom plops into the hot tub, with Marta hot on his heels. Your eyes widen, and Steve huffs in annoyance before pushing your bikini back up to cover your breasts. The tub is bigger than most, and big enough that Ransom and Marta are able to sit a few feet away from you and Steve. They’re too busy talking to notice anything, but Steve double-knots your bikini strings just in case, glaring daggers at the couple sitting across from you.

You try to slip off Steve’s lap after that, but he holds you in place and shoots you a warning look. So you sit there, your back against Steve’s chest and his hard dick poking angrily against your butt.

“I was just telling Marta how similar you and I are, Steve.” Ransom pipes up.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Steve asks sardonically. You can tell he’s pissed off at being interrupted, which is never a good sign. You remember once he was about to fuck you in the locker room before the coach had called him. Steve had been seething, and with all that pent-up sexual frustration, you knew you were in for it once he was done. Right now was no different.

Ransom sits back, his arm around Marta who sips coolly on a frozen strawberry daquiri. You hadn’t really paid attention to it, but there was also an open bar in the corner of the backyard, with the alphas taking turns making drinks. Thankfully, Steve hadn’t drank tonight – otherwise he’d have been ten times hornier than he was now.

“We’re both wifed up and in serious relationships.” Ransom draws Marta close, and she nuzzles her nose against his neck. “And you know what? Now I get what all the hype is about. Marta and I have been talking about marking each other up too, and –”

Ransom drones on and on, and you nod politely. Steve, on the other hand, stiffens underneath you. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What you didn’t count on is his dick driving up into you at that exact moment. You almost gasp out loud before covering it up by pretending to clear your throat. His hands rub up and down your thighs, and you’re so happy this is all happening under the water otherwise you’d never be able to live it down.

Marta excuses herself to get another drink, Ransom’s eyes following her as she leaves, a lovesick look on his face.

“Bro, you’re pathetic.” Steve sneers, and all the while his hands are slipping up till he cups your core through your bikini bottoms, making your breath hitch. “You’ve only been seeing her for two weeks.”

“So?”

“So, you need to chill the fuck out.”

Steve pushes your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your bare core to the hot water. Fuck. His thick fingers probe and explore your slick folds, and you cannot believe what he’s doing because Ransom is only a few feet away from you guys. And Steve’s casually giving out advice as if he isn’t about to finger you under the water this very second!

Ransom sighs, “I know, but she isn’t just some random hookup, okay? I actually have feelings for her.”

You’re barely able to focus on the two alphas’ conversation, your face and neck heating up as you squirm on Steve’s lap. A part of you feels so degraded, sitting on your alpha’s lap as if you’re nothing more than a decorative toy for him to play with while he talks to his friend. It’s what he’s doing right now, his pointer finger circling your clit casually while he holds you close in his lap.

“If you want to be the dumbass who gets played by an omega, then suit yourself, bro.” Steve shrugs, focusing his attention back on you. Ransom looks torn, and you secretly hope he doesn’t take Steve’s advice too seriously. You don’t know much about gold-diggers or relationships in general, but Ransom and Marta look genuine from what you’ve seen. Not that you have time to dwell over their situation, because Steve chooses that exact moment to slip two fingers inside you.

“Oh, oh fu-” You cry out.

Ransom frowns, “You okay?”

“Don’t talk to my girl!” Steve warns.

“Ex-Excuse me.” You squeak, managing to get up off of Steve’s lap while he’s momentarily distracted. You step out of the hot tub before he can stop you, quickly wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel. “Bathroom.” You explain, before speed-walking over to the pool-house, inwardly praying you don’t slip and embarrass yourself in your hasty exit.

Heart drumming, you safely make it to the pool house and make a beeline for the bathroom. You’ve only just managed to catch your breath when the door opens and closes behind you. You barely have time to register what’s happening before Steve pushes you forward, bending you over the marble sink and giving you four hard slaps to the ass in quick succession.

“Bad girl.” Steve tuts, “What got into you, huh? Running away from daddy like that?”

“I’m sorry, I just… Steve it would’ve been so inappropriate to do that in front of everyone!”

“What’s inappropriate is slutty baby omegas like you wearing sexy bikinis to distract me. You forced my hand, baby.” He swiftly rips your bikini bottoms apart, squeezing your ass cheeks with both his hands, till you know his handprints will be imprinted on your skin. “Well, we’re all alone now, omega. There’s nowhere for you to run.”

He presses his hard dick against your wet folds, and you sigh involuntarily, rutting back against him. In the privacy of this bathroom, you can finally relax.

“I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of every surface inside this bathroom,” Steve promises darkly in your ear, sucking and biting at your earlobe before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “and then I’m gonna drag you outside and fuck you against the glass doors of this pool house. You got that, omega?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

THE END. I know i know i know that ended super abruptly, but trust me when i tell you i could’ve gone on and on and ON and this was just meant to be a small drabble!!! PLEASE tell me what you think and reblog pls!!! ily ily ily and this was really random and idek if it’s any good but please just let me know what you think! ALSO YES, steve is such a menace in this and idk if this is canon compliant but it’s a poyt drabble so here we goooo!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OK BYE

[compassionatereminders]

I am so deeply stressed out. Me and my partner had to leave a really toxic job (the last day I worked they had me in tears over a very very simple miscommunication error that I was actively correcting when my manager interrupted me to talk about how horrible I am) but we didn't have anything else lined up, so we're both out jobs, and our roommate can't work because of disabilities, but he's also not on disability yet, so we have literally no income right now

and we're applying, but every job we apply to is like. haha, wait two weeks before you get to see if you get one interview, and then if you do, wait another couple to see if you get the second round of it or the job !!! suffer and die forever !!

And even then, i've gotten like. two interviews. and our dog might need another vet visit (his tails all weird, long story but he's in a cone and we're doing what we can for it at home (vet assisted) so he's not. DYING but it's still concerning because we don't know whats gonna happen with his tail or not) which we just DONT have the money for, and my phone bill is up soon, and i need my phone going because, interviews. but i have like. a third of what i need for it. and also rent is something (thankfully it's not much, we live with the roommates parents so its like 400 a month but still)

and we're running low on food. because of course we are.

my partner has a job that seems v promising (he's done the interview and the people really liked him it seemed) but he still needs to wait a few weeks, and i'm applying to at least a couple places a day, but my options are so limited cause I just can't interact with people daily in a customer service way (like being a waiter and the like) and no one is getting back to me.

also thankfully my roommate has an appointment with his therapist (free therapy for being considered SMI, so we got that) in the next couple days to properly talk about food stamps/disability, i'm just. we couldn't stick around in that environment, it was actively making me so bad I was worried I'd need to go inpatient. But i so wish we had stuck around until we found a new job, no matter how bad my mental health was falling because it just feels like nothings getting better.

This situation sounds really horrible, scary and incredibly stressful and my heart goes out to you and your loved ones! But I really don't blame you for having to leave a job that was mistreating you and destroying your mental health. I just hope you manage to find a new source of income very soon and that you'll all be okay ❤️

[oval3000]

"Hello" ch.3

Simon Riley x Reader

Not my art! Not my characters!

After defeating Makorav, Simon went back home to enjoy his night rest. The next day he heard noises outside his apartment. When he went to see who was making those noises, by peaking through the eye hole on his door, he saw you. He never thought you would change his life forever.

!WARNING ⚠️ Terrible grammer, past abuse, abuse, ptsd, trauma, swearing, Obsession, Possessive, death,boring story. Different story plot then the game (Makorav dead)

New to this wanted to try it out. Maybe making it to a series idk .

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

As weeks go by, you felt good living in your new place. Starting new was the best thing you could've done. It was hell for sure, but the end results are amazing. Simon made it amazing, he helped you in anyway. Even after the cameras, which he installed, he helped you in any way. When he watche- when he sees you bringing out bags of groceries from your car, he's there. He was just taking a stroll that's all.

He would beat himself everyday for having these reactions you give him. Slapping himself for how stupid and weak he's acting towards you. This isn't him, this isn't Simon Riley. The guy that grew up with a father that made him laugh at the death of a sex worker. The guy that grew up with his older brother who would scare him by wearing a ghost mask. That's right, ghost. He's ghost. That's his name.

That's what they call him. He can easily kill a guy. He can kill someone. Just by choking them do death. He can easily throw a knife at someone's throat. He shouldn't feel this way towards you.

He beats himself everytime he watch- sorry, sees you here and there. Through his peek hole. All a coincidence, running into you. You guys are front door neighbors, is not that hard for you guys to avoid eachother. For Simon..it was enough distance. It made him a little annoyed.

Two doors apart from eachother. The thought of him just going over there, knocking on your door for whatever reason he has to see you. Or just opening it, he does have the skills for it.

He laid down on his bed with nothing but a pair of sweats. Dragging his cigarette out of his mouth letting a puff of smoke. Resting his head on his headboard as he shuts his eyes.

His TV screen shining threw his room, the only light available at this dark hour. He slightly opens his eyes to peek at the TV. His free hand roaming through his body. He felt his area growing hard. His legs, slowly spreading out as his palm his hard length. He sees the TV more clearly to see a more better image.

An image of you sitting on the couch, eating some ice-cream while watching a movie. The camera pointing directly and perfectly at you.

He slid his hand inside his sweats and through his boxers while taking a long inhale of his cigarette. He felt his hard cock as he quickly pulled it out letting it slap hard on his torso.

He quickly pulled down his sweats and underwear. It didn't take him long for him to stroke his cock. Every inch, he hold on to it while watching you.

Imaging that ice-cream cone was his cock in your mouth. How beautiful and innocent you look. How adorable you'll look under his strength, struggling to take him all him.

Wanting to hear your moans as he pounds you hard and deep that all you can hear is the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother. Imagining you siting on his lap while he touches you in all areas kissing your neck, your shoulders.

Those thoughts were clouding him, he didn't care about the noises he was making. His strokes were going fast and hard.

Watching you cum all over him. Seeing you take all of his seed. Seeing your stomach swelling up as your carrying his child.

He felt the pit of his stomach form as he felt a soon release.

"Nghh... fuu- ck. Love" he felt his cum squirting out, spilling on all over his torso and chest. He felt some of it drip down his now soften cock and down the bedsheets.

He tosses the sweats and underwear. He felt the cold water dripping down his body, quickly washing away the semi- dried cum on his chest and torso. He hunched down, resting his head on the wall underneath the shower head with his hand on the back of his neck.

"Fuck, love. The things you are doing to me."

he spread new bed sheets on his mattress. Ready to see you tomorrow.

It was the first night he was able to gain wonderful dreams.

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"We'll have to get in without anybody hearing us." Soap hunched down infront of the black metal door.

"Cover me." Ghost went on one as he picked on the lock easily.

"And that's why we love the Ghost." Soap gave Ghost a light pat on his shoulder as they walked inside the dark building turning on their night vision goggles.

He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. He can't control his body. His mind is all over the place. His thoughts are now consumed with these new emotions he's having.

He's only looking out for you, that's all. There's no problem. What if you need help? He's always there to help you. You need him. That's right, you need him. Without him, what will you be doing?

He's only looking after you 'cause that's what neighbors do. That's what lovers do. He just needs to

See you.

Watching you sleep so comfortably in your bed that he soley built himself. Making sure the bed frame has a strong structure to withhold anything. Gently, caressing your soft cheek with his finger. He felt so melted as he stood there comparing your size agiants him. How small you are compared to him. Wondering how you're able to take his fingers in before his cock. Giving the satisfaction you deserve.

It's all for you. You should thank him for it more often.

He's living the dreamland right now and you should be right by his shoulder.

That dreamland doesn't exist to you. Not after waking up feeling like someone was watching you.

It kinda felt like a nightmare.

[weird-an]

It's her birthday. It's her birthday and they always used to get ice cream together. His mom would buy each of them two scoops.

What's worst about Hawkins is that the longer they stay here, far away from all the places she has touched, he begins to forget. He tries to remember if she preferred chocolate over strawberry, but the only thing he can remember is that she preferred Billy's blood on Neil's hands instead of Billy in her arms.

But he has to remember. If he forgets, it's all just Neil and his words trying to change Billy into a copy of himself and erasing every bit that'd left of her.

That's how he ends up here. At Scoop's Ahoy. Steve Harrington is standing in front of him in a sailor's uniform and it's just another cruel joke Hawkins has prepared for him.

"What flavor do you want?" Harrington asks, frowning a little. Maybe because Billy hasn't leered at him yet.

Billy stares him. "I can't remember," he says. He can't. He doesn't even know if there was any flavor she hated. Why is he here? Why is still chasing every little piece he can remember of her? She left. What if he is wrong and she didn't even like ice cream?

Harrington rolls his eyes and begins to tell him every fucking ice cream flavor on the planet.

"Billy?" Harrington leans forward, when Billy still hasn't answered.

"I can't remember," Billy repeats. The next words roll of his tongue, like melting ice cream. "I can't remember what my mom liked."

Harrington looks behind him like he's looking for her. Billy fights the urge to check if she is there, just showing up, running a bit late for her ice cream.

"I'm sorry," Harrington says instead of laughing about him. "You can choose whatever you like. It's on me."

Something warm is blooming in Billy's chest. He doesn't need pity. But no one ever said that they are sorry about her leaving. She never did, too.

"Do you wanna hang out tonight?" Harrington asks when he hands him a way bigger ice cream cone than Billy ordered. "You don't have to talk about her, but uh… you could …"

He sounds honest. Billy isn't sure why Harrington even cares. He stares at the melting chocolate ice cream in his hands. Talking won't bring her back. But maybe he won't forget as easy.

[faustocosgrove]

i’m gonna be honest with y’all. the original intention i had of banking the reviews i made all year was to be all grinch like and declare how much i hate christmas each day. but since the occupation decided to bomb fucking bethlehem on the first day of christmas that feels too poor of taste a thing to do. but i’m not waiting for next year to do this because i don’t want the obligation to be on tumblr for a whole ‘nother year hanging over my head. so y’all will have to make do with my dumb reviews without me bitching and moaning throughout the 12 days of christmas about how much i hate christmas and consumerism and christianity in general and christmas music and christmas cookies and that one gif that always goes around tumblr of a kitten whose tail has been turned into a christmas tree. and on that note:

and on the fourth day of reviewmas I, Fausto, give to thee:

4 scantily clad teenaged girls (fbi open up! meme)

the 3rd time i read the same book about lawns maybe?

2 high school animes

and a ninja book

…from a guy who still thinks about the naruto series in the year 2023

Today’s feature is none other than 1993’s Dragon Half, a two episode OVA that is as skanky as it is hilarious. It’s sad that it’s only 2 episodes long since it’s funny as hell but it makes up for it by being so jammed packed full of jokes that you have to pause it to laugh so you don’t miss the next gag. It’s also so jammed packed with jokes that’s it’s honestly exhausting, so it still feels like binging a 26 episode series by the end of it.

The main conflict in the show is that main character Mink, the half dragon half human for whom the title refers to, is obsessed with Dick Saucer, a teenaged heartthrob/singer/celebrity/dragon slayer. Now you’d think that she could have reasonably picked any other teenaged celebrity to obsess over, except all her friends are also obsessed with Dick Saucer so clearly he is just that cool and her dad (the human parent) is a retired dragon slayer, so the whole dragon slayer wanting to kill dragons thing isn’t that much of an issue. For her anyway.

The first episode is mainly exposition for who all the characters are and how they relate to each other, but it also kind feels like watching a forbidden episode of the Kirby anime where Kirby, the King’s assistant snail thing, and metaknight have all been transformed into teenagers with metaknight being the only boy. it’s a bunch of wacky characters doing wacky things in a dungeons and dragons medieval fantasy backdrop.

the second episode is like the dark tournament arc from yu yu hakusho but jokes.

mink shows an impressive amount of skin, as does her best friend (can’t remember her name. the blonde one.) (and the villain teen girl) (and the villain teen girl’s dead mom in a flashback) but the younger girl character does not! it’s honestly sad that this is so noteworthy but the loli character is covered head to toe and the one instance of another character being a bit of a skeeze toward her is met with an angry bear. the series even draws attention to it during the swimming scene. the little girl does not wear a swim suit. so mink might have madonna style boob cones that bounce all over the place but the elementary school girl is a line too far for the creators of this show and i respect that. that’s a line that anime crosses way too often i mean even fucking naruto cannonically shows sakura thinking about sasuke’s penis when the two of them are 12. plus konohamaru doing the sexy no jutsu when he’s like 8. naruto sexualizes pre teen children more than the skanky OVA one where three teenaged girls run around in their 1980s jazzercise leotards that let the whole leg hang out in a way that it might as well be panties. like holy hell japan. anyway. mink does flash the audience in the finale so do yourself a favor and just don’t watch the last few minutes.

also the ending song is fun.

also! even thought there’s a lot of scantily clad teenaged girls i didn’t get the feeling that the writers wanted the audience to be fapping to them. maybe it’s just a sign of the times thing and it was sexy back then, but the show changes art style from sexy teenaged girl to SD rolling on the ground so much that if the characters were supposed to be fap material then the delivery was a complete bust.

[laurenpomfrett-ardn516-2023]

Week 11 Selection (edited and annotated)

To open the collection, there is this old little shack on the corner where the sign that welcomes you to Kaukapakapa is. However, this shack has not been looked after well. It is run down with paint chipping, smashed glass, weeds growing in the gutter and a large DANGER sign that says the building is unstable. What makes this ironic is by the door, there is a Ray White sign, a real estate company, that used to be operate here. If a real estate building is unstable then how should I trust the homes in this area? Why did it go out of business? Were there just not enough people wanting to move here that they just faded away like everything else? Its not a very welcoming site to see.

Next we look at the residents who have their lifes established here. Except again, it is not very friendly. The middle mail box is locked shut with a "Smile, you're on camera" sign. Why do they need so much security over just their mail? Are there people stealing it? The happy smiley face feels condescending and as if they are mocking us for ever thinking we could mess with these people. The halloween figure behind the fence makes us feel like we're being watched and pairs with the signage that we are not trusted here. We feel like intruders and are doing something wrong simply for being close by.

After getting even closer to the homes of those living here, we are blocked with the large white picket fence gate. The white picket fence is a symbol for stability, comfort and wealth. However, this home is anything but stable. There's junk everywhere, old boats, road cones, corrugated iron, street signs and a beware dog sign next to a snowman. The picket white fence that symbolises perfection is paired with poverty, misfortune and neglect. These two opposite idea contrast and clash against each other. The private property, the locked gate and the beware dog sign again makes us feel uncomfortable and unsettled. We are yet again intruders, are not welcomed and should go away.

The little shack in the background is like the sky tower of Kaukapakapa. It is an icon of the area and as you drive into town and has been there longer than I have been alive. When I was younger, I thought it was a home for the cows to stand under when it rained. Wrong. It's a slaughter house! The bright red "No shooting" sign contrasts what we now know the hut in the background used to be. How can there be no shooting when thats exactly what happened to the unknowing cows? Do people still use this area as shooting and have to be warned not to? Might I mention this hut is right beside my old primary school.

We now know that theres no shooting in this region, right? Well, here's a sheep standing behind a massive home kill and meat processing sign. He's even posing in the same way as the deer on the sign. It's as if they're replicating each other as they both have the same fate. With the sheep making eye contact with the camera, we get to see his emotions and the longing look on his face makes us believe that he can read the sign, and he knows what his fate is. The other sheep behind him are walking up the grass pathway with their heads hung low, this creates the idea that they all know whats coming and are walking to their demise.

Here is where the sheep will end up. As a child though, I did not understand what 'home kill' meant and thought that the cute animals on the side of the building meant it was a vet! Wrong again. The bright and happy blue sky contrasts with the dark and deadly practices that go on here. The foreground sign of the loose dogs biting makes us again feel unwelcome and now unsafe. I remember feeling scared to get near this home kill factory and constantly was on high alert. This hostility is prevalent and makes Kaukapakapa feel like an unsafe place.

Next we are taken to my old school, which is explained with the "Children crossing" sign. However, there is no pedestrian crossing, no pathway along the road but just the small shoulder and then this deep ditch. This makes us think that this area is not built for children and it is not a safe environment for them to cross the road and go home. The school which has been established since 1873, still does not have the infrastructure to make it a safe environment for children which could be from a lack of funding. This school was very small with only 200 children.

After we see the children's crossing sign, we see this dead possum as road kill. This makes us think back to the previous image and how if drivers could run down this rodent, then maybe they could with a child too, which again reinforces the unsafe environment. The possum is situated in front of a family's home as there is a basketball hoop. This makes us think that if there are children living here, they may not be safe and could be hit like this possum.

We next see what seems to be a normal playground with a bright yellow slide. Yet, the slide leads us to the sign on the bench with a "Alcohol ban area". This is confronting as a playground, which is designed for children, should already be an alcohol ban area. Why does it need to be specified? Do people drink in these areas? The wired fence that surrounds the playground makes it feel like a contained prison, that it need the fence to keep everything inside safe from the outside world.

Across from the playground, we have this war memorial statue from WW1. Kaukapakapa and Helensville sent a lot of troops to the war and not many returned. This statue is a remembrance for the lives lost at war. The area behind shows the contrast between the present and the past. The constructions site and the wired fence indicates new development and they have circled the war statue in order to build around it. It feels as if the statue is a nuisance and unwanted, despite its history and importance to the region. We are neglecting the old and are favouring the new.

To finish my collection, I have the local church and cemetery. This beautiful building is well looked after, and as a child I thought it was a sculpture garden as those are frequent in my hometown. However the "Buy Now" "Your Ashes Plots" reminds us of the inevitable and is a harsh slap reality check. This sign is us wanting to 'get in early' and prepare for when we die and having locked in where we would be buried. This reminder of how death is always lingering in the future is a depressing thought.

[v2dream]

Lost at Light Speed (Short Story)

Overview: In pursuit of Sith Acolyte Zuldres, now in possession of a map leading to a powerful artifact the crew of the Zonia-7 race after them to prevent devastation. It is in these moments trapped in light speed that they have nowhere to run from the things that plague their hearts.

A female voice calls out over the PA system, "Hey, preacher boy. You better be ready. We're just fifteen minutes out now before we reach the Ultres system. I hope your 'talking with ghosts' gave us something useful."

"Thank you for the notice. I will prepare," responds Adam solemnly sitting on the floor, just resurfaced from his meditation.

The transmission ends with static.

Adam wishes it had. He'd been meditating, trying to keep his mind clear and connect in the way he had before, but he couldn't. Every time Adam reached out to connect to it, there was a block that he could only best understand as a roiling black cloud with erupting flashes of red light within. It wouldn't let him close, and he dared not to enter. An instinctual fear told him that he'd likely not return. Allowing fear to root in this way was against what his master had taught him, but it was in part his instincts that allowed him to survive until this point. And, his master wasn't here anymore, she was with them now. Or maybe... she always was... How could he wholeheartedly believe in her words anymore? This tension was a stalemate that lasted for hours consuming all his travel time from the last planet until this moment. All he could do now was put his faith in himself and the people who stood at his side. That the path he has been set on and the next steps he takes will be shepherded by the will of the force. Adam stands a bit slow, as his body had gone stiff from the hours holding his position.

"It looks like the time for rest is over. Let's get going BT," he says picking up his bag and moving to the stairs.

BEOWOOP sounds off a little droid in the corner waking up from its charging station. Three tripod-like legs emerge from the ports around its spherical body, hoisting it up until a grip-tipped slide shaft coiled with a spring emerges from the bottom to hold the weight. A blue light just behind its ocular lens in the middle of its cone-shaped head flicks on bringing the world around it into focus as the droid's mechanisms shift into place. With systems back online and freshly recharged the small droid pops out its still-bent antenna from the top of its head and springs up the stairs after its partner.

Stepping onto the ship's main deck Adam sees that everything is the same as before he stepped away for meditation. The two occupants in the common area were in their respective spaces at opposite sides tending to their task and it was most likely the third would be found in theirs toward the front of the ship. The space was furnished and could comfortably fit its usual six occupants Adam included, though it has surprisingly shown itself to be able to squeeze in nineteen more when in a pinch. Asking a few too many questions about certain figures with wandering ears present, a hothead with two shiny new toys on their hips, and a smuggler selling off some dioxis in the upper rooms in the Morlana One Leisure Zone; is sure to enlighten someone about a thing or two.

"I hope the trip has treated everyone well," says Adam stepping into the common area.

"Welcome back Adam. I hope your venture of the mind was able to bring you the clarity you hoped it would", calls out a soothing voice from an average height teal skinned Forhamdine. Like Upoe, their species generally have lanky builds with gripping pads on both their feet and four hands along with the distinctive large round eyes that sit upon stalks on its head and a straw-like mouth.

Beoop, bwooh brink sounds off BT to Adam expectantly.

"I'll pass along the message," Adam turns back, "BT says hello as well Upoe."

"It's nice to see you as well BT. I hope you had a wonderfully restful recharge, my sentient droid friend."

Blropg, Blorgpa, byah,byap, the sounds of little cries cut in.

"Sorry, it seems I must tend to the young ones." Upoe turns back towards a console along the wall where a heated lamp warms a tray holding large cups that currently have little padded hands reaching out from their tops. Upoe leans their straw-like mouth over one of the cups to be taken ahold of by the small hands. What followed could only be best understood as some form of retching where soon after they ejected a liquid at high speeds filling the cup to the brim.

To give them some privacy Adam proceeds towards the cockpit where Vrarixa sits in the pilot seat.

"Welcome back," greets the female voice from the PA system before.

"Vrarixa, how are you holding up?"

"Pfft, I'm fine. I need to know if you got the answers, we needed from those ghosts you were talking about. You seemed to have so much faith in them."

There's a pause from Adam. "I regret that I must inform you that...I wasn't able to reach them."

Vrarixa abruptly sits back in her seat, slowly stands, and turns to face Adam. Her hand clamps down on the head of the chair, "Wha-...what do you mean you weren't able to?"

"It's exactly as I've told you. I tried to reach them the way I had before, but something was blocking me. Something dangerous."

Vrarixa's face screws," Dangerous? Everything we've been doing up to this point has been dangerous. This thing you got us involved in was nothing but dangerous! So what? As soon as you've got to put your own skin in the game you find the best course of action is to tuck your tail and run!"

"No, that's not it. Whatever it was ... wanted to keep me out. Could I have forced my way through, possibly but," Adam pauses, "if I did, most likely I wouldn't be coming back. At the least, it wouldn't be me you've come to know." "What is that supposed to mean?! You think you'd get brainwashed or have a switch flipped in your head like the gene-scrapped dogs in white?!

"I don't know. I don't have those answers, it was... just a gut feeling," says Adam averting his eyes from hers. Vrarixa begins pacing, "Now instead of going to the Ultres system with a chance, now we're screwed and going to the Ultres system. We only had enough power for one more jump and the shotty rigging we had to put together doesn't let us stop the warp without the risk of us being shredded into thousands of atoms across thousands of miles of space. So now we're stuck on course to a suicide mission into one of the most treacherous parts of space! I don't know how I let you talk me into this! I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it was a bad idea but here I am stuck on this ship with you!" They drop into their seat and begin to rub their temples.

"I didn't talk you into anything. I merely pointed out to you what was already in your heart for you to do. What brought you here was your truth, your calling," he says in a very controlled soft tone.

"No, no, no, no! No more! No more of your magic mumbo-jumbo space tai-chi stuff! Right now, we need to face reality, you need to face reality and get out of Lala land. Acolyte Zuldres kicked our as-"

The sound of numerous jingling coins cuts in from the back of the room. Penny in her work goggles shakes a can with the label 'swear' from her tinkering table.

Vrarixa turns back to Adam and clears her throat," –BUTTS and left us in the middle of that desert to dry knowing that there'd be little to no way to catch up to them or find them without the map. Along with the fact that if we did, with the rest of her squad backing her up the next time it would be easy as breathing to do away with us."

"But none of that matters right? Because of who's missing from that seat," he says looking deeply into her eyes.

Her expression softens slightly as she looks over to the hauntingly vacant copilot seat. She turns shifting her focus back to her flying instruments. "What about you? Do you think you can face your master?

That was a possibility that he had been running from in his mind since their first encounter.

Adam speaks up, "If it comes to pass then, for the sake of everyone I'll do what I must. But only what I must."

"That's good enough because I'll do whatever it takes."

A dense silence takes up the room.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" says Adam.

Silence retakes the room.

Vrarixa sighs, "Go ahead."

Adam takes a seat in the empty co-pilot chair looking to her to make sure it's all right, but no response comes to tell him otherwise. The two sit there in silence but also in the comfort of having another there when facing uncertainty. They stare out into space tearing past at the speed of light around them, not exactly sure where they are or where they're going. All that is certain is that danger lies ahead amongst the stars, yet they pray that amongst those same stars, they'll find a miracle that will deliver upon the hope in their hearts. 

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Thank you for reading.

-Demarion Moses

[readingsrantsrambles]

The Bon Iver Boys Bob for Bass and Bluegill at the Harlem Meer

The drummer Sean Carey, who schedules his tours around fly-fishing stops, tries out some urban angling in Central Park with his bandmates Zach Hanson and Ben Lester.

By Adam Iscoe - New Yorker Magazine - June 5, 2023

The musician S. Carey, whose first name is Sean, and who is a drummer for the band Bon Iver, goes fly-fishing whenever he has the chance. Largemouth bass in Half Moon Lake with his kids, near their home, in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. Cutthroat trout while on tour in Montana. He recently started organizing his solo-tour schedule around fly-fishing: a trout trip to a secret stretch of river in the Catskills (“Some places you have to be a bit closed-lips about”) was followed by a concert in Brooklyn, and then by an afternoon angling for bluegill and bass in Central Park, with two of his bandmates, Zach Hanson and Ben Lester. “I’m not, like, driven by success or fame,” Carey said. “I’d rather go fishing.”

Snapping turtles stretched out along the banks of the Harlem Meer, which is stocked with bass, crappie, and catfish. “Urban fishing is a whole different thing,” Carey said, walking by a little boy. “You’ve got to be careful not to hook anyone!” Nearby, James Brown blasted from a boom box on an electric scooter, and a local fisherman, dressed in a green tracksuit, caught a six-inch largemouth bass.

Carey wore a hoodie, green Crocs, and polarized sunglasses, and carried a Patagonia tackle bag packed with flies, snacks, and a Lawrence Ferlinghetti book. “Fishing gets you out of your own head,” he said. “Hours can pass, and you’re, like, ‘I don’t know what time it is.’ ” He held a fly rod under his left arm as he tied a fluffy orange-and-gold homemade Woolly Bugger onto the line. “I’m terrible at knots, actually,” he said, twisting the filament ten times.

“You do ten, huh? I, like, max out at six, maybe!” Lester said. He had on camo Crocs and a canvas fly vest. Carey threw out a cast, which landed near a partially submerged orange construction cone. Lester caught a six-inch bluegill. “I grew up spin-casting,” Carey said. “It was my dad’s favorite hobby.” Fifteen years ago, in college, in Eau Claire, Lester taught Carey to fly-fish. “By the end of that summer, I was addicted,” Carey said.

A few years later, Justin Vernon, Bon Iver’s front man, uploaded his début album, “For Emma, Forever Ago,” to MySpace. He had recorded the LP at a cabin in Wisconsin. Carey said, “I took it upon myself to learn all the songs really, really well. At his first show, at this coffee shop with eighty people, I just told him, ‘Hey, man, do you want me to play drums and sing? I can do it.’ And he was just blown away by it.” Two hours before Bon Iver’s first show, Carey became the second member of the band. The group’s next album won a Grammy.

In 2009, Carey started recording his own first record in the spare moments between touring and fishing trips. He released his most recent album, “Break Me Open,” last year, on Earth Day. “It’s about loss and change and grief,” he said. In 2021, Carey’s marriage fell apart; his dad died a few months later. “It was tough and dark, and the music was a huge way out,” he said.

Around five o’clock, a stranger in a wide-brimmed hat and Birkenstocks shouted, “There’s a big white carp in the corner over there!” He added, “This is my home water. I live across the street.” He grinned. “I’m not fishing today, but this is my home water, man.” A huge fish swam toward the shore. Hanson cast at it, and the carp darted away.

The stranger suggested another spot: “Go through the woods. There’s, like, a crick that runs through, and you follow the crick up over to the West Side, and there’s a pond on that side, too.” In Central Park, the woods are called the Ravine, the crick is known as the Loch, and the pond is the Pool.

The Pool was a bust, so Carey wandered to a billion-gallon lake he’d heard about, the Reservoir. “I thought it’d be funny to walk around with all these fly vests and fishing gear,” he said, “but nobody’s batted an eye.”

A man rode past on a double-decker custom-made bicycle. A gaggle of birders aimed expensive lenses up into a tree. Someone on a park bench smoked a blunt, and a group of friends debated superpowers.

“What’s the ultimate superpower, man?”

“Super strength!”

“Flying!”

“A lot of them are unique, that’s all I’m gonna say. But the best one?”

“Wings.”

“Levitating!”

At the Reservoir, Carey peered over an iron fence. “I like the water clarity,” he said. But there was no access. He’d caught only one fish all day.

“Let’s eat something!” Lester said.

They located a Mister Softee truck out on Fifth Avenue. Lester and Hanson ordered vanilla cones, and Carey got an Oreo Crunchie Crash. “I suppose if you’re gonna live in a city, you know, it’s a pretty good one,” he said. ♦

[socksonvideo]

for Aspen!! 7, 18, 24

for Susan!! 13, 25, 33, 41

(apples-stables)

:3

(read below bc LONG !!!)

aspen's ;;

7 ; '' What’s their fondest memory with one of their horses? ,,

alright i'm doing two - one with moss(bottle) and then one with a non soul horse.

moss ; day after finishing going through all of catherine's memories. aspen was def still a little like "oh" from it all, all the same stuff that's happening to her (minus the like exclusion thing but ehh)

they both took a little trail-ride to that same peak where the red string trail ends, that little over-hang looking over valedale + the mountains. i imagine they were just... hanging out, winding down because this was the time of the Great Quest Gap (i consider this time to be a small like few weeks break after all that saving stuff) moss was probably recounting some stories of catherine. but only when she was happy. nothing sad. and that made aspen feel the tiniest bit better.

sunpop ; quick context - aspen owns all the horses i do in game, but they all live as a herd in the fields behind their house. some of them aspen rides more than others that are there to chill and be apart of the herd. sunpop is a halflinger and one of said horses.

sometimes, moss prefers to stay home. and that is okay, because aspen trusts that no one is going to try and steal the aggressive biting icelandic who Will Kick. luckily, sunpop (fanta, technically, but i like sunpop) was more than eager to go and run chores.

aspen was just going along their day - fishing, doing fetch quests, deliveries, visiting their favorite people, etc. sunpop is the equivalent of a very large dog, and was very easily sitting around like a giant dog, waiting for the next place.

after all of this, aspen was like "well, i'll get some ice cream" because usually, moss will always end up stealing it. so, aspen gets their ice cream, and is riding along on sunpop.

sunpop is very excitable. sunpop speeds up a little too much, and almost runs into a fence. aspen is holding a very fragile ice cream cone. sunpop slides to a stop. aspen jerks forward. the ice cream cone does not go flying, but simply topples forward. onto sunpop's muzzle.

aspen couldn't even be mad, because the imagine of this silly halfinger trying to lick ice cream off of itself was funny enough for them to have to stop and laugh for a bit.

18 ; '' City-folk or Country-bumpkin? ,,

alright last time i said both but i've changed my mind. aspen def a city kid.

aspen definitely appreciates the city more. it makes them feel more comforted and calm, despite most being nothing but pockets of noise. it is the ultimate do-anything or hang out area - plus, they don't live far from it, within a short ride or walk there.

they definitely live for the aesthetics of it more, the lights make them more grounded and happy. aspen would probably live in the city if they didn't want to stay close to their horses at all time.

also aspen has been stuck in the wilderness of alaska most of their time being alive LOL they're sick of absolutely nothing. have u seen a town in alaska. shit is empty. you have to drive hoursssss for literally anything (source: my grandma + dad)

tl;dr city kid.

24 ; '' If they were granted one wish right now, what would they wish for? ,,

this is SICKK oh my god.

i feel interally aspen would be like "well, i wish for my parents back." but then change their mind - because their mom had always spoken so kindly of death, and would probably want them to be selfish, and focus on the present.

with that being said! i feel it would be a simple thing of 'i want everyone to turn out okay.' as in, i don't want anything else bad happening to them, im sure they've all gone through enough. because, wow, these funky horse girls have trauma!

susan's ;;

13 ; '' How did they meet the Soulriders? Are they on good terms with them? ,,

bit of context for this - i think there is a line meteor says when elizabeth tells u about starbreeds and he says something about not remembering past lives as well or whatever and i was like. Yeah No. anyway in my canon the soul horses remember each other. the minute they see each other they're like "well damn."

susan met alex first how you would in the game through the manor - except im taking the fact that she had tin-can like w her instead of that random horse bc dumb. anyway it was really firefly's fault because she saw tin-can and was like 👁️👁️ bee-lined over towards him. susan had to be all like "oh haha sorry idk my horse just bolted. im susan whats ur name :3"

susan vibes w them all, they're def not their closest friends but they're chill. out of all of them i think she's closer to alex just bc dumbass impulse solidarity.

25 ; '' If you had to describe them in 3 words, what would you say? ,,

SILLY LITTLE CREATURE

susan is truly just like, a little guy. pure polar opposite of aspen. they are so bouncy and excited and they have So Much To Say. also they're short. 5'3 lookin ass.

33 ; '' What’s their favorite movie or book? ,,

susan.. was a wolves of the beyond kid... and still is. probably was a guardians of ga'hoole kid too, which ig would be their favorite movie.

def roleplayed on the playground as wolves and warrior cats.

41 ; '' How would you describe their style/aesthetic?  ,,

comfy and practical. but also we gotta be cute. just because susan is always like in the freezing temperatres (usually) i imagine they were like "alright warm clothes but we need to have style."

susan is def a scene kid though when they're not wearing their usual outfit. not like all-in scene but the like edges of scene. scene lite.

[gamerphonzy]

I'd been working on this post asking for thoughts, prayers, long shot mystery cures, what have you, when my cat died on Pi Day and I didn't need it anymore, but also I did need to immediately make a post on Facebook begging for money to cover her funeral expenses. And I just haven't really been on here much since then? So... here's the draft anyway so I'll stop feeling guilty for not posting about it? I don't know. Everything sucks.

One of my cats, Jigsaw, has cancer. Like real bad. We'd been waiting over a month for the biopsy results after I found a mass on her belly. She was doing so good, the sutures were out, she didn't have to wear the Cone of Shame anymore. Then Mom* told me on the way to work on the 9th that she was really struggling to breathe. So we took her in to the vet on the 10th and they went ahead and X-rayed her. Next thing they're telling us "here's where her lungs should be. You can see over here how air shows up as black and her lungs don't do that. And all these wispy bits are tumors." They gave her a shot to help her get through the night. I tried to call in but there wasn't anybody**. The girl working the desk did very graciously offer to come back in after I'd run the audit once I broke down crying telling her about the whole thing though. So I got off a couple hours early and in the morning Mom pretty well had me psyched up to put her down but the vet went ahead and talked us into giving her the longer lasting shot that's supposed to buy us a week or two to say goodbye.

*my apartment is far too bachelorly a place for surgical recovery, so she's been over at my mom's place in her bedroom. I come see her in the morning when I get off my overnight shift and go home to my apartment to sleep when Mom comes home in the afternoon.

**the manager said he would do it, but he hadn't been cleared to come back in to work by corporate since he'd been so sick he had to get wheeled out on a stretcher on the 5th. Having walked into that whole situation and been on hand when his wife called the ambulance, I actually felt bad for him on that.

[softboydrew]

sneak away and love me

warning: this piece has smut- oral sex

- long awaited first smut piece. pls don't bite my head off LMAO

Drew was in a predicament, a big one in fact.

You might wonder why, and it’s because of his girlfriend, who looks like molten sex appeal in a soft sugar cone while sitting on their shared towel with water droplets all over her newly tanned skin.

He watches her from afar as she innocently reads her newest beach read. He can’t help but smile at her, of course she’d try and get out of the water earlier than everyone else.

Which brings us back to why Drew mentally curses himself.

A weekend getaway with friends is always a good idea, but not when you want alone time with your girlfriend, and Drew hasn’t gotten any alone time with y/n since they arrived.

Granted, there hasn’t been time in between long beach days- to hourly dinners that lead to way too much overpriced wine, causing everyone including the couple to fall face first into their pillows.

“Who wants to go to the Airbnb and grab lunch?” Y/n says, snapping drew out of his sulky mood.

“I’m gonna stay” Maddie shouts back.

"Were good!" Rudy chimes in before turning around to splash the rest of your friends.

Drew looks around at their friends who shrug their shoulders, all of them still enjoying the refreshing water that helps them escape the heat.

Drew doesn’t even say anything while he feels himself splashing towards y/n, she’s sliding on her cotton shorts and smiling at him as she grabs her phone.

“You sure you don’t wanna miss water tag?” She says pointing towards her friends making him to crinkle his nose.

Y/n laughs, shaking her head at him before he grabs her small hand in his while they begin making their way back to the bungalow.

"I'd rather do something else" he says, licking his salty lips.

"I know, I'm starving!" she says, not catching the drift of his underlying comment. His lips tremble into a smirk at her innocence.

"Mhm" he hums.

-

"This sandwich has been calling my name all afternoon." Y/n chuckles as she reaches into the fridge to retrieve the sandwich in question. She garbs the bag of jalapeño chips from the cabinet and brings the food to the island counter, where her boyfriend sits, his fingers tapping impatiently against the marble.

"I bet." Drew says uninterested- sticking his tongue against his cheek as he watches her pop a chip into her mouth.

Y/n gives Drew a questionable look as she takes a bite out of her sandwich before looking around the large kitchen and back over at him. "Are you not going to eat?" she questions. "You didn't have to come here just for me, babe." she says, covering her mouth after swallowing her food.

"Oh I will, I'm just not in the mood for that." Drew says, making his way around the counter to stand next to his girlfriend who of course, has no idea what he's talking about.

"Okay, then get something else." she deadpanned. "I think we still have that potato salad in the fridge if you want."

Drew hums as he moves his body closer to hers and runs his finger tips against the back of her arm, causing a shiver up her spine as she reaches for the glass of water in front of her. "I don't want that either." he says quietly, making his way towards her damp hair, sliding it over her other shoulder.

Y/n's eyes widen once she realizes what her boyfriends intentions are and she can't help but scoff as she feels his lips fan against the back of her exposed neck. Drew kisses her shoulder while wrapping his arms around her hips, allowing his body to press against her in all the right places. He traces his lips up against her soft skin and y/n giggles, feeling his hot breath tickle against her neck as she leans back and feels his hardness from the instant contact of her lower back.

"What do you want then?" she asks, turning around in his hold, disregarding her half eaten sandwich.

"You're finally catching on?" he teases while gripping her hips between his large palms.

Y/n scowls at him making him chuckle and bite his lip as he watches her run her small hands up and down his torso. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"

Drew lets out a long huff and dips his head down towards her face level and presses his nose against hers, rutting his hips against hers in the process, causing y/n to let out a sharp breath. "Too many distractions." he groans before pressing his lips against hers forcefully.

Y/n's hands travel up towards his hair and griped onto the strands, earning a moan to escape her boyfriends lips. The way her body arched under his made him swell even more than he thought possible. The way her soft hands dug into his hair as they both explored each other's mouths with wonder like they haven't took in one another in a decade made the fire ignite in bottom of y/n's stomach, earning a whimper to escape from her now, red swollen lips.

Y/n's head fell back as Drew pushed her harder against the marble counter, his large hands gripping her hips in a addictive fashion. The thin fabric of her cotton shorts would be no match for the bruises she'd probably see tomorrow, but she didn't mind, she craved it as she felt him use his lips as a paint brush against the canvas of exposed skin. The sponges of kisses against her chest began to travel down, down, down her body and she sucked in a breath as she looked down to see her boyfriend drop to his knees, his face being level to her core.

"Not here." she croaked out, her hand flying to her chest in surprise as Drew smiled at how he's already got her mesmerized by his actions.

"C'mon, pretty girl."

Drew stands to his feet and chuckled as y/n immediately jumped into his arms eagerly. Wrapping her legs around him, causing him to let out a sharp inhale at the contact of her heat against his member. She swallows his sounds against her lips while he carefully maps out the way to the bedroom they shared. To their advantage, the bedroom was straight down the hall from the kitchen and with enough ease Drew managed to get the both of them behind the bedroom door without any hiccups. With smug satisfaction at the way y/n attacked his face and neck with sloppy kisses and teasing touches Drew let his girlfriend down onto her own feet and stood back to take in her presence.

"Thank God for no stairs." He says causing them to let laughter fill the bedroom as he gripped her shorts by his pointer finger, pulling her closer to him in the process.

"I can't believe you didn't trip or slam me into something." Y/n giggles making them both snort in remembrance of previous mishaps.

"Shut up!" Drew giggles as y/n watches him slide down her shorts, painfully slow causing her to press her lips together as they finally pool down at her feet.

She locks eyes with him as he backs her up towards the bed, a haunting smirk forming on his lips as he quickly pushed her onto the bed, a soft giggle falling from y/n as he crawls over her while she awkwardly shuffles towards the pillows. Blushes and bashfulness bubbling between them as Drew watched y/n's head fall back against the fluffy pillows.

"Come here" y/n pleads, clutching onto the back of his neck, forcing his lips onto hers greedily. Drew's body fits perfectly against y/n's and they both moan at the contact of his tongue finally meeting hers again causing Drew's hips to twist into hers, whimpers drown between the two of them. "P-please." she whines, her neck arching at the feeling of him pulse against the bottoms of her bikini.

Y/n's back arched painfully as Drew repeated his movements, the both of the gasping out as y/n gripped at his shoulders. "Please what?" he taunted as he roamed the palm of his hand against her chest, pinching her nipple earning a cry from y/n.

"Y-you know wh-what." she stuttered with her eyes snapped shut and her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt his hands drag down towards her bottoms. "Don't tease me." she snapped, feeling his ego pool around them.

Drew laughed as she opened her eyes and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, the sting making excitement jolt through his body before he decided to pull down her bottoms, throwing them across the room knowing that she'd have his head later for not being able to find them.

"I won't tease you." he finally said. "Not until you tell me what you want." he said darkly causing y/n to instinctively try and snap her legs shut at the raspiness of his voice causing his eyes to darken. "Speak." he ordered making y/n's legs give out from under her, her heat pulsing at each demanding word he spoke.

"I-" she sighed as her cheeks flushed under his hard gaze, "I- I want your mouth..." she let out an embarrassed chuckle.

Drew pressed his lips together noticing her lack of confidence, his hand traveling up her body and gripped her chin in his large hand, forcing her to look up at him. A smile in return made y/n's nerves quickly fade as she looked at her boyfriend who did nothing but adore her especially at her most vulnerable. "Where do you want my mouth?" he questioned lightly making y/n bite her lip and arch her hips against his. "Use your words baby." he said in amusement.

"I want your lips here." she whispered, gripping his hand a bringing it down towards her sex, Drew's mouth went agape as he watched her eyes roll back at the slight friction of his knuckles against her naked self. "I'm asking nicely." she said with excited eyes.

Without a word Drew pushed off of his elbows and crawled down against her, giggles filling the room once again as y/n watched him grip her curvy hips and trace his hands against her thighs and spread them open for him.

"Open for me pretty girl." His breath fanned against her bundle making her shiver and lay her hands on he head as she watched his eyes take in her state. Before she could even take another breath, Drew's lips hungrily found where she needed him most and her fingers dug into his hair painfully tight causing him to moan against her body.

The feeling of him vibrating against her caused y/n to let out a cry, her head falling to the side as her back arched against his lips while he explored her with gentle strokes of his tongue, her mind slipping away into pure bliss.

"Does that feel nice baby girl?" he groaned against her with flushed cheeks, his hunger finally being met as he tased her arousal.

"Yesyes!" y/n moaned not being able to breath in a pause as she felt his lips capture her bundle of nerves in ways that were villainous. "Don't stop, please let me-" she didn't even have the luxury of finishing her sentence as drew shoved her hips down back onto the mattress, hungrily finishing off what he had been craving all weekend long. The bedroom was now filled with moans that would make passerby's gawk and stop in surprise. Y/n didn't care, nor have the capacity to stop herself from the explosion of bliss she felt, her legs shaking as she felt her boyfriends palm rest against her mouth and encourage her to scream into his hand as he moved his other set of fingers into her entrance to allow, one, two, three fingers explore her in ways nobody ever could.

"Go ahead, I got you. I got you." he encouraged with words that dripped liked honey causing y/n's fire to burst, her back arching as her hand quickly moved to grip the duvet, her eyes snapping shut as waves thrashed around her, Drew's hand moving from her mouth to let her come undone as he gripped onto her hip and support her movements against his mouth, her noises dying into whimpers as she crashed against the mattress. "There you go, I told you I got you." he mused.

Pulling away from her center, y/n gulped at the loss of contact, her sleepy eyes opening to reveal her boyfriend crawling beside her now, his hand caressing her body as she smiled weakly at him. Drew's eyes filled will concern as she placed her hand against his bicep and nodded reassuringly. "Thank you." she whispered.

"You need anything?" he wondered.

"I'm perfect." she hummed happily.

Drew chuckles and leans towards y/n, kissing her lips tenderly earning a hum from y/n as she tastes herself on his lips. She moves her shaky hand towards the elastic of his swim trunks making him grip her hand as he sits up slowly. "It's okay, we can take a break." he says looking down at her.

"Are you sure?" she says running her hands up his arm tenderly.

Drew nods, bending down to retrieve a soft kiss, "Always." he promises. "Lets get you cleaned up, okay?" he nearly whispers as he stands from the bed and scoops y/n up into his arms, heading towards the ensuite as she let out soft giggles and thank you's.

"I can walk myself you know!" y/n chimed as he set her down on the tiled floor.

Drew flashed his bright smile her way as he turned on the hot water for the shower, kicking off his trunks and watching y/n slip off her top. "I like taking care of you though." he said cheekily, taking her hand and pulling her into the shower with him.

The two wincing at the satisfying warmth of the water. Y/n wrapped her arms around Drew as he grabbed the wash cloth and began cleaning her off, her cheeks tinted pink as she watched him lovingly.

"I don't think we're ever gonna go back to the beach if you keep treating me so good." y/n teased.

"I could go an extra round plus dessert." Drew winked.

[ashley-jones]

Can you write a Demi x reader where reader persuades Demi to adopt another dog? Demi was sceptical because she’s already has three (I think?) and doesn’t know if there’s space for more. (Reader likes big dogs like Australian shepherds)

Demi ends up saying yes and they go to the shelter :)

Love this idea! Though I'm going to change it up a bit! Reader brings home a stray dog that was in need of some medical attention, and Demi comes home from your to find reader with the pup! After pleading Rhea finally accepts to keep the pup!

Rhea Ripley x Reader

You Can Never Have too Many!

Warnings: None

You where just trying to get a cup of coffee after leaving the gym, but of course bad luck just had to strike. It started pouring the moment you got your coffee, and on the way home you ran into a couple of kids beating down on a poor pup. You've never felt more anger fill your veins than at that moment.

Hell you dropped your coffee and pushed one of the kids away cursing him off, anger present across your face. The poor pup was injured and mudded over from the rain and alley way. It was malnourished and you could see it's bones through matted fur.

Once you got the kids to run off, you turned around kneeling down and very gently lifting the poor animal, who just whined and whimpered, body shaking in both fear and from the cold. This was probably one of the worst times to not have your car, but walking will have to do.

You wound up taking the pup to the vet the next day after getting an appointment. Turns out the past owners just threw the port hing out because he was too wild, and was constantly going into heat. He had a broken back paw, and scars all over him from both the kids and possible fights with other dogs while on the streets.

You knew it was bad to bring the pup in before speaking with your girlfriend about it, but you didn't want the poor thing to wind up back on the streets where it could get even more hurt or even worse killed.

Turns out the dog was a male, and it was an Australian Shepard. Once he was all brushed out and unmatted he was absolutely beautiful. Bringing him home to 3 other dogs and 2 cats could be difficult, but it didn't take much time for the others to welcome the pup in. Luna and Barry showed him all of the toys and the large beds, which the Australian immediately took advantage of despite Mazikeen and Ryuk laying there already.

You named him Miracle, because it was true miracle that you found him that day. But despite it being a miracle you stood in front of that door right now after hearing Demi's pick up pull into the drive way. You would greet her, ask her about the tour, then slowly jest over to Miracle. Demi adores animals, and always wants to bring in strays, but your place wasn't exactly as big as people would think. And with 4 animals it was pretty crowded, but you didn't wanna give up Miracle.

You worked up the courage to give off a bright smile the moment the door opened. Your girlfriend walking inside, her beautiful smile appearing letting her suit case go and accepting your body colliding with her taller frame. Demi lifted you up into her arms, wrapping her arms around your waist placing a chaste kiss against your lips. It made you smile wrapping your arms around her neck holding her close, as if you two haven't seen each other in forever.

A new bark echoed through the house which took her attention from you, instead her ocean eyes moved towards what she expected to be only 2 dogs greeting her, but a 3rd one stood alongside Berry with a cast on it's back leg, and a cone around it's neck. She lowered you moving her gaze back towards your nervous face.

"Surprise.." you whispered. Hair stood up on the back of her neck and arms, panic filling you fear of her getting angry. "Where'd you come from hm?" she questioned. She pulled her jacket off lowering and holding out her arm. Miracle seemed scared at first before stepping towards the wrestler sniffing her hand, slowly accepting her hand to smooth against his fur.

"What's his name?" she asked. "I named him Miracle.. I found him on the street a few weeks ago getting beat down by a bunch of kids.. his owners tossed him out, I couldn't leave him there.." you slowly answered.

Demi lowered her head sighing and rubbing her forehead, as if trying to come up with a decision of what to do with the dog.

"Can he stay?" you asked. Hope filled your soft voice, with a side of begging and pleading sound. Demi sighed standing up looking down at you with her intimidating eyes, but they softened. "Well you already named him, so we certainly can't let him go now can we?" she spoke.

Your eyes went big, a bright smile appearing across your features. You practically threw yourself into her arms holding onto her tightly, thanking her over and over. "Yea yea Y/N. This just means you owe me something once I get out of the shower." she teased. Kissing the side of your head she lifted her suit case and began walking upstairs, leaving you to stand by Miracle with a bright smile present, that seemed to brighten the whole house.

[theycallme-thejackal]

@wonderlandleighleigh really wanted the road trip fic, so...here’s a rather long road trip fic (that I had to write twice because tumblr crashed).

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated M Warnings: Sexual Content

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“If our ancestors could see us now.”

They’re sitting on a bench two hours north of Phoenix while the attendant fills the gas tank. Midge looks over at Lenny and licks her ice cream. “They’d wonder why the fuck they spent forty years wandering the desert only to watch us wandering a new desert.”

“Yes, but we have ice cream,” he points out.

"Right. I’m pretty sure the Israelites didn’t have ice cream three thousand years ago.” A drip of ice cream slides down the side of her cone thanks to the Arizona heat, and she licks it away before turning to look at him again. She giggles quietly. “You’re staring again.”

“Trying to figure out a joke about what you just did to that ice cream cone.”

She quirks a brow. “Nothing yet?”

“You’re the authority on dick jokes. I’ll just stay in my lane.”

“And it’s vanilla. So many jokes can be made about a licking a vanilla ice cream cone.”

He laughs.

---

Lenny takes the next leg of the journey, and Midge sits next to him much closer than necessary.

Right against his side closer.

His arm is draped over the seat behind her, his fingers stroking her bare shoulder occasionally, and it’s nice to be with him like this. Like they’re a real couple. They haven’t talked about anything real yet, but it feels like they’re headed in a positive direction. The direction they were headed before Carnegie Hall and his conviction in New York.

“Oh my god,” she breathes as she looks out the window. “Lenny, we have to stop here,” she says.

“Why? We’re only two hours from the California border.”

“Because look,” she says, pointing out the window.

He follows her gesture. “Oh my god.”

He parks a minute later, and they both get out of the car, walking up to the building. Both comic approach wide eyed and uncharacteristically silent. Because in front of them is the most insanely garish thing Midge has ever seen in her entire life. 

The Rusty Bolt is a bright green building with two porches. There’s a pink Edsel parked out front. But the most insane part of all the insanity...

There are mannequins. Everywhere.

There are some on the upper porch and the lower. There are some in the yard out front. A few on the roof. There’s one dressed like Elvis leaning against the back of the Edsel.

They stand there and stare at it for a long, long time.

“Lenny...”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m having a malfunction.”

“Too many jokes?”

“Too many jokes!” She cries. “I could talk for three hours and not run out of jokes about this place!”

“Only three hours?” He teases.

“Four if I really put my mind to it.”

“Atta girl.”

---

“Lenny, I am not eating here!” She laughs as he tugs her by the hand.

“Why not?” He asks with a smirk, walking backward toward the building.

“It’s called the Roadkill Cafe!”

“C’mon, there’s no way they serve actual roadkill,” he says, tugging her forward and wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he leads her into the restaurant.

---

“They have definitely served roadkill there,” she says as she walks into the motel room.

“It’s not like we ate roadkill.”

“No, because I made sure to order something I knew wouldn’t touch the stove.”

He laughs and sets their bags down before closing the door. “This is fun,” he says when she turns to face him.

Midge raises a brow. “You sound surprised.”

“I’m not - I’m not surprised,” he says truthfully. He rubs at his jaw for a moment. “I just...the last few days, I’ve been worried about what it was going to be like when I got back to the real world. And it turns out it’s really nice. Because...because I’m with you,” he explains a little shyly.

The smile she gives him is bright and genuine, and she steps toward him, slipping her arms around his waist and kissing him softly.

They don’t talk much after that.

---

“Thanks for coming to pick me up.”

Lenny’s arm is draped over her waist under the sheets, his fingers delicately tracing random patterns over her naked back. Her hand cups his jaw, and she enjoys the way his stubble gently scratches her fingertips as she caresses his face.

“I thought about calling instead,” she admits. “But...then I realized - ”

“You didn’t know how to contact me. Couldn’t get that information from your spook brother?” He teases.

“That’s not what I was going to say,” she responds. He raises his brows. “I...I realized that if...if I had gone through what you did for the last couple of months, the thing I’d want to do most when it was all over...” She swallows thickly. “Would be to see someone who loves me, and - ”

He cuts her off by kissing her soundly, causing her to inhale sharply through her nose. He rolls her onto her back and presses against her, making her gasp against his lips as she drags her leg up to hook around his hip. “Lenny, I was - I was trying to tell you - ”

“I love you too, Midge,” he whispers, pulling away and meeting her gaze. “The first thing I was going to do when I got out was call you and tell you that.”

She feels tears pricking her eyes, and she takes a deep breath to steady herself. “I love you,” she breathes as she tenderly rubs her thumbs along his jaw. “And I missed you so much.”

He kisses her lips. Then her cheek. Her neck. “I missed you too, sweetheart,” he murmurs against her clavicle. “You have no idea.” He continues kissing his way southward until he can settle between her legs and work at making her scream again.

---

The alarm goes off at eight, and Lenny rolls over, hitting the snooze button before curling back around her. She kisses the hollow of his throat. “We need to get up,” she murmurs.

“Not ready,” he grumbles, nuzzling his nose against her hair. “Ten more minutes.”

Midge giggles and tilts her head up for a quick kiss. “You can have ten more minutes while I shower,” she says as she slips out of bed.

That seems to pique his interest, though, and he joins her in the bathroom a few minutes later.

Three hours later, they cross the border into California, and Midge peeks over at Lenny. He seems more relaxed today. She’s not sure if it’s because it’s his first full day out of treatment or because of all the sex, but she’s choosing to give herself the credit.

The windows are rolled down, and he lights a cigarette, passing it to her after taking the first puff. “Tell me about Kitty,” she says.

She looks at him long enough to see the smile form on his lips before she looks back at the road. “She’s amazing, Midge,” he says with a softness she rarely hears in his voice. “She’s six and smart as a whip. Started reading at five years old.”

“That’s early,” Midge replies, impressed.

“Right now she lives with my mother, who you’ll also meet today,” he explains, and Midge feels a little nervous about that. “But once I’m back in New York and settled, I want her to come live with me.”

“You’re moving back to New York?” She asks hopefully, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering a little more aggressively.

“My lawyers have been working on the appeal, and they think I’ve got a good shot at not ending up in a workhouse. Especially since I voluntarily went to rehab.” He takes the cigarette back when she offers it, and he takes a drag as he looks at her. “Besides...I really want to make this work,” he adds.

Midge feels her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip gently before looking at him for a moment. “I do, too,” she says.

He slides over, sitting closer to her and draping an arm over the seat as he kisses her cheek.

---

They stop one last time in Amboy for gas, but when Midge’s stomach rumbles loudly, making her flush with embarrassment, Lenny suggests they grab a bite at the cafe before finishing the drive.

“This place looks like it probably doesn’t serve roadkill,” she says as they slip into a booth.

“Probably,” he says with a smirk.

They eat their sandwiches, and Midge steals some of Lenny’s fries and forces him to have a couple bites of her side salad. “Vegetables are good for you,” she says.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mocks teasingly before picking up his sandwich again. “So how’s everyone back east?”

“Still kicking,” she says. “Papa’s writing a lot, and Mama’s matchmaking business has exploded.”

“Literally?”

“Figuratively.”

“Thank god.”

She smiles. “Susie finally managed to get everything square with Frank and Nicky - ”

Lenny raises his brows. “How’d she pull that off?” He asks.

Midge sighs as she stabs her salad. “Mei’s family may have dealt with them.”

“Ah.” He takes a sip of his water. “The Lins are scary people.”

“Yes, they are,” she agrees. “And Joel...well, he’s stopped hitting on me for the time being, so I’m grateful for that.”

Lenny eyes her with something she can’t quite identify, and she furrows her brow at him. “Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I just...really hate your ex-husband,” he sighs.

“I’m not exactly his biggest fan either,” she drawls.

“When was...” He trails off, seemingly thinking better of the question.

“The last time he tried something?” She finishes. 

Lenny looks a little embarrassed about the question. “Sorry, I know we weren’t together, but - ”

“No, you deserve to know what you’re walking into,” she says, reaching out and squeezing his hand gently. “It was...six months ago. He showed up at my apartment after his bachelor party.”

“Fuck,” Lenny mutters.

“We didn’t,” she promises, getting a half smirk out of him. “I immediately turned him away. He was...pretty relentless, though. Joel is used to getting what he wants. Thankfully Noah was there to get him into a cab for me.”

“I’ve never met your brother, but I like him already,” Lenny comments.

Midge smiles. “He’s the best,” she agrees, stabbing her salad with her fork. “Even if he does work for the government,” she adds jokingly, and Lenny chuckles.

---

Lenny drives the rest of the way since Midge doesn’t know how to get to his mother’s house, and when the area becomes more residential, she looks over at him. “Are you sure I’m not imposing?” She asks a little nervously. “I don’t want to put a damper on your reunion.”

He reaches for her and takes her hand in his. “I want you here,” he promises, lifting her hand and kissing the back of it. “Kitty will love you, and Ma will either love you or deal with it.”

“Gee, that’s comforting.”

He pulls her toward him, and she leans against him as he returns his hand to the wheel. “Ma is only concerned with two things: Kitty and my career.”

Midge furrows her brow at the wording as she looks over at him. “What do you mean?”

Lenny sighs through his nose and reaches for the cigarettes. Midge takes them and pulls one out, lighting it for him before passing it. “Ma always wanted to be famous. She was a comic. And a stripper. She probably could teach those girls at the Wolf a few things,” he comments with a shudder, making Midge laugh softly.

“She wasn’t really present when I was a kid. And my dad...I don’t even know where he is - or if he’s even alive. But when I started doing comedy, she...got interested.”

Midge squeezes his knee gently. “I’m sorry, Lenny. That must have been really hard for you.”

He exhales some smoke out the window. “It is what it is. And I really wanted to be a good dad to Kitty, but...”

She nods in understanding. “You’re on the right track now,” she promises. “I saw the way you talked about her earlier. You’re gonna be a great dad.”

He passes her the cigarette and takes the hand settled on his leg. “I hope so.”

---

He parks the car in front of a nice, modest-looking house in West Hollywood, and Midge adjusts the mirror so she can check her hair. “You look beautiful, Midge,” he promises, gently pulling her chin toward him so he can look her in the eye. “Beautiful.”

Lenny slides out of the driver’s seat and rounds the car to open her door and let her out. He threads his fingers with hers as they make their way up the sidewalk together. When they get to the front door, he turns to her and takes a deep breath. “You’re about to meet my kid. Last chance to back out.”

She smiles up at him and squeezes his hand. “Never,” she promises.

He kisses her softly and then knocks on the door.

[hoe4hotchner]

hey so im new to your blog, and i just read all of your puppy!reader x puppy!spencer blurbs and ahhhhh!!! they’re so cute together!!!

so my ask is what if puppy reid gets so excited that he crashes into something and breaks his leg or hip. he has to get surgery, and while he’s away puppy is super anxious bc they’ve never been a part since she moved in. hotch tries to calm her down but she doesn’t until he returns, and when he does, she tries to run up to him to play/greet him but hotch stops her in time.

ofc she’s upset, but she obeys hotch. during the day, spencer has to lay down all day, and puppy can tell something is wrong so she just brings her favorite toys to him, trying to make him feel better. he just lies down with them, but puppy is happy nonetheless. (maybe puppy also does something that helped her when she was in pain from her past, too?)

when it’s time for bed that night, she tries to cuddle with spencer but hotch picks her up and puts her in bed with him. both spencer and puppy whine in protest and hotch feels like the bad guy, but says it’s for the best. still, puppy hops out of bed and lays by spencer’s bed while glaring at hotch. hotch just sighs and lies down before telling her not to get in bed with spencer.

the pups sleep peacefully, but hotch is grumpy the next morning bc he hasn’t slept alone in a while, and now he can’t wait for spencer to get better?

Thank youuu!!!

I'm a little mean as to how Spencer gets injured (just a warning)

Spencer hadn't seen the car coming when he bolted into the street for the ball he had accidentally pushed out there while playing with the neighborhood kids. And being that they didn't yell loud enough or were dominant enough over the male, he continued out on the street.

The car only bumped him, having slowed down enough not to be fatal, but the poor pup was in pain. The closest kid instantly ran to Hotch's door making him follow outside to drive Spence to the vet, leaving you alone inside the house.

You didn't understand why no one was home with you. With whimpers leaving your throat, you cried for your owner and brother, hoping that they would hear you and come back home.

When Hotch returned home, waiting for a call from the vet to tell him that it was okay to come and pick Spencer up, you looked up at him with teary eyes, confused by the whereabouts of Spence.

"Come here." Hotch smiled, picking you up from the ground and placing you in his lap as he sat down. "Spence is okay, he will be. He just needs to be away for a couple of hours." Hotch explained, more or less to keep himself calm, knowing that you wouldn't understand a single thing. His hand was scratching at the nape of your neck, trying to keep you calm as you stared up at him through your watery eyes. Your whimpers and whines were less frequent but nonetheless just as heart-wrenching.

You were miserable when he had to leave to go get the poor boy, circling around yourself, jumping up on the wide windowsill that could easily house the three of you. Hotch had put pillows on it when he noticed how you liked to lay and bask in the sun on it, observing everything outside Your window.

"Puppy, no." Hotch quickly grabbed you around your middle, lifting you into his arms as you struggle to get down to Spence, happy that he's home. You don't understand why he can't just let you greet him until you notice the white bandages and stitches on his hip and the large cone around his neck. You've seen those before, even had them on before. Feeling the ache in your own scars scattered around your body, you calmed down enough to let the two get inside the house and for Hotch to put Spencer into the bed near the fireplace, letting him rest up for the day.

Confused by his sudden burst of calmness, you reluctantly move towards him and start sniffing the heavily medicated pup. He smells sterile from the vet, you don't like that smell at all.

"Puppy leave him alone!" Hotch gently scolded from the kitchen, having seen you out of the corner of his eyes moving closer to Spence. Although you hadn't done anything, you left him with a whine, returning to Hotch's side while looking back at your dazed brother.

"He needs to stay calm, can't play now."

During the day, you move closer to Spence, always getting recalled by Hotch to leave him be. Sometimes you even manage to sneak a stuffed toy into the basket with him. Luckily one of those is Spencer's monkey, that always seems to bring him comfort when he's as stressed out as you get.

Hotch can’t deny that he loves seeing how gentle you're being with Spence, more than general, but he's scared that you'll accidentally lay down on his hip and cause the boy more pain than he's in.

At one point you manage to get close enough to Spencer, laying outside the basket and gingerly licking behind his ear and showing him your affection. Hotch smiled at the interaction but kept a close eye on you.

When Aaron was ready to head to bed, he picked you up, your nails digging into the carpet as you didn’t want to leave the poor boy for the night. He managed to carry you to bed earning himself whines and small yips from the both of you as you were being separated for the night.

Aaron barely managed to get under the covers before you jumped out of the bed and pawed at the large structure keeping you apart. It took a while before he gave in, but he let you out of the bedroom and let you run towards Spencer.

He followed closely, telling you to either get up on the couch with him or sleep outside of the basket. You choose outside. Both of you frowned up at him as he laid down on the couch to keep an eye on you during the night.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged before trying to fall asleep without one of you in his arms. Aaron couldn’t wait for the next two weeks to go by until he could start weaning Spence of his pain meds and then the four weeks after that until the stitches and bandages were coming off. Because sleeping alone was not a pleasant thing for the unit chief.

[amaradangeli]

Chenford + the prank I lied

The restaurant is ridiculous, and she feels wrong even being inside. This is the sort of LA hotspot that she dreams about, the kind of place that Jackson would frequent with Sterling, but that felt out of reach for Lucy. She's never had the kind of money to bring herself to a place like this. And being a cop hasn't brought it any closer. This is why she's absolutely perplexed that Tim, Angela, and Harper had brought her, Jackson, and John out to celebrate their successful completion of rookie year. Waiting the month for John to catch up hasn't made this dinner feel any less surreal, either.

It doesn't help that things have stayed just a little weird between her and Tim since that last day together — since she'd played her little prank — since she'd realized that the only person she'd really pranked was herself.

They're all dressed to the nines, and she feels like a kid sitting at the grownup table. Even Jackson, their youngest cohort, fits in perfectly. His impeccably tailored suit is a holdover from his days flirting with the red carpet. Somehow Harper and Angela manage to look more like Hollywood stars than police officers. And she wonders if she's doing too good a job not looking directly at Tim because it's starting to feel conspicuous.

It takes two glasses of (absolutely incredible) wine to make her feel like she's not in the wrong place dressed up as the wrong person. She starts to feel like the look he gave her at Angela's wedding wasn't a one-off. The sparkle in his eyes is irresistible. The night has absolutely no date vibes at all. So she's not sure why she feels like they're alone at the table.

She's not terribly surprised to find them alone together at the end of the night. When he suggests the Instagram-friendly ice cream place that's been blowing up for its dairy-free options, she jumps at the opportunity even if she doesn't give a damn about the dessert. It's just... he'd left his suit jacket in his truck, he's got the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and the cuffs of his shirt rolled up his forearms. She wonders if he knows how he looks. She wonders if he knows how powerful she feels to be the one walking next to him while he's drawing the looks he is.

He ends up with a minty concoction that feels so perfectly him, and even though she thinks it'll clash horribly with the black cherry sorbet she chose, when he offers her a taste, she doesn't turn it down. She doesn't overthink the way she covers his hand with hers and drags her tongue across the swirls of the cool treat. It's a bright flavor that bursts across her tongue — equal parts peppermint and spearmint with just a hint of sweet, sticky rice in the background.

He steals a bite of hers a block later when she's watching a busker, and she can hear his low rumble of satisfaction close to her ear. it drowns out the tinny sound of the over-amplified guitar the woman is playing. She feels how everything in her pulls up tight at the suggestive sound and the feel of his body heat so close, such a contrast to the ice cream.

When she doesn't move to walk past the busker, he leans against a palm tree and pulls her against him, somehow conscious of the fussy nature of the fabric of her dress that won't allow her to lean against anything without running the risk of snagging it.

They toss the last couple bites of each of their cones into a nearby trash can, and she finds that everything around them fades into the background since she's stepped into this leaning bubble with him.

His hands are gentle, and they're all over her in perfectly appropriate places for public. She's never felt like her body has been played so thoroughly before, and certainly never in a way that could be witnessed by literally anybody. But he smells like expensive cologne, and his shirt is definitely fine linen under her hands.

Nothing about the last several hours makes her feel like a newly minted P2 out with her TO. His hands feel like an invitation. When there's a lull in the music, she takes the chance she's been gearing up to take. "My last day in the shop?"

His eyes sparkle, and she can feel his fingertips soft in the dent of her spine, "Yeah?"

"I lied," she says, pushing up on her toes to press her mouth to his.

She decides the cherry and mint go together pretty damn well after all.

Did I listen to music while writing this? Why yes, yes I did. Feels a little on the nose, doesn't it?