#hey look i'm finally tagging shit wow

[i-eat-deodorant]

gun update

[thisonehere]

hey love... hope you're doing well ❤️ I heard you're taking requests 🤭

can I please get a little scenario with reader (gn or female - whatever you're comfy with) and bi-han in bed... she's tired asf. had a long day and whatnot. but bi-han is a horny ass (as expected) and he's painfully hard and keeps shifting around in bed. reader feels his big little issue going on and is like "can you put that thing away please??"

can be a headcannon thing or a little drabble or whatever you like...

pretty please and thank you 💋

BVghjjgvhHGNbvjhh, of course!

A BIG little PROBLEM

HORNY!BI-HAN X GN!READER

A/N: Wow, didn't expect this to be my first request...not complaining though lol. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go take a bath in holy water.

Tags: MK1, Post MK1, MK1 AU, Drabble

TW: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, mention of erections, heat, touch starved, pet names, late-night sex, use of power, dom!sex, nipple-play

Today was a busy day. It has always been like that with the Lin Kuei, but today was possibly the worst so far. Bi-Han started a new project, something he calls the Cyber Initiative. You were already a busy enough person as it is, but this did not make matters any easier on you. You were toiling all day, doing one task to the next, and when you thought you could sit down another duty suddenly popped up for you to do. You were so busy you didn't even notice the sun was setting. But you were grateful nonetheless. Night had finally hit the Arctika and you had finally found a chance to relax.

You slip on your nightgown and sigh in relief as you sink onto the bed. There are so many things you want to do right now, but they're all subsided by one thing you want to do most of all: sleep. Your eyelids are so heavy that you don't even bother to keep them open. You just wrap yourself in the covers and feel yourself drift off in its warmth.

A few hours later you jolt awake at the sound of your room door closing. You don't even bother to look up because you already know who it is. Normally, you would jump into his arms to greet him, but tonight wasn't one of your usual nights. "You're interrupting my beauty sleep, husband." you sarcastically mumble under your breath. "And we'd hate for that to happen now wouldn't we, my snowdrop" Bi-Han grumbles in response. There was something strange about his voice, you couldn't tell whether he was tired or if he was trying to speak in a deeper more menacing tone. It wouldn't be the first time he did it. But you yourself are too tired to care.

With a huff, you roll away from him so you won't have to look at him. Whenever you are tired, you always find yourself in such a grumpy state. It is like you become a whole other person. Someone more sarcastic, petty, and mean-spirited. You were upset with Bi-Han, and you didn't know why exactly, you just knew you were. It could be because of how overworked you have been lately thanks to his sudden ambitions, or maybe it could be because he betrayed his brothers because of his ambition, it could even be a result of you being touch starved, it has been quite a while since you are your husband had any intimate moments. Nether the less, here you, too tired to even think straight.

As Bi-Han pulled open the covers, he froze for a second, Something got his attention. You feel his eyes linger on you. "What is it?" You ask. "...It is nothing" he responds as he quickly slips into bed. Why was he acting so weird? Did he see something? Never mind, you think as you close your eyes. You'll ask him about it in the morning.

After a few moments, you finally found the perfect position to make you comfortable. After that, it was no trouble to doze off, that was until you were rudely woken up by a Bi-Han as he begins shit around in bed. Tossing and turning in different directions. You try your best to ignore it, but his near-constant shifting in position begins to get on your nerves. Twice already has he now interrupted your slumber. You were starting to really get annoyed by him now.

In a sudden move, you jump to a sitting position. "Alright, what is the problem," you ask, this time with more fire and fury in your voice "What's wrong?". With that, Bi-Han rolls over to face you. As he does, you feel something brush up against you. Something hard, yet soft at the same time. You freeze in surprise, too stunned to react. A shiver runs throughout you.

"Are you kidding me?" You finally say. Suddenly it made sense why he acted so strange and was looking at you. "What?" He asked as he leaned up and rested on his elbow. He stares at you with a hardened glare, as if he's almost annoyed himself. "How can you be like this at this time?". Bi-han shrugs and refuses to break his stoic manner even in this circumstance. "I cannot exactly control it." He answers. "So? Do something, put it away. Use your snow magic or something.", "That's not how it works." He said as he rolled his eyes. Bi-Han was obviously feeling very frustrated at the moment but you couldn't help but see a slight smirk attempting to form. "If it bothers you so much...why don't you help alleviate it," he says as he sits up fully, sliding off the covers to fully reveal his erection. The shape of his giant cock pointed a bulge into his night clothes, it grabs your attention immediately. A flustered feeling begins to erupt inside of you as blush spreads all over your face. "Is that a yes, snowdrop?". "I'm tired, Bi-Han., I'm not in the mood to do any more work". He slides closer to you, gifting you a closer look at his "sword". He begins to kiss your neck which causes a sensation to spread throughout your body. "Who said you had to do the work?" You sigh and look at him in the eye, "Fine," You hotly say "Fuck me."

...

"OH MY GODS!" You cry out at Bi-Han rams his dick inside you. You felt its girth and its size fill you entirely. It's humongous, it's almost overwhelming. "That's it, my snowdrop, scream for me." Bi-Han huffs as he grips the headboard, it breaks slightly under his fingers. His other hand is free, and around your neck as it slightly chokes you. If you paid enough attention, you'd notice that a subtle cold wave flowed from his hands and kissed the skin around you causing you to get goosebumps.

But you couldn't notice it, his beautiful cock was so deep inside you that you couldn't even think straight even if you wanted to. It felt so amazing, but too much at the same time. It almost felt like he was about to split you in two. "Oh, Y/n, you're so wet for me aren't you, snowdrop?" he teases with a smirk, he enjoys how much power he has at the moment. Seeing that you squirmed around in pleasure did something for his ego that simple kombat could not.

He looked at your nightgown and he grabbed it and ripped it off of you like it was paper. His eyes burned with lust at the new view now before him. With a pleased sneer on his face, he continued to ram hips in an almost wild motion. Bi-Han loves you, or at least you think he does, but the way he is fucking you almost feels like he hates you with a passion.

"Could Kuai make you feel like this?" He suddenly asks. "What?" He begins to thrust even faster by this response. "Could my brother make you feel this good?" He questions again. "He couldn't" You gasp. "Could that bastard Tomas make you feel this way?" He asks again. "Not even in the slightest." You try your best to respond with. It was obvious he was high on how powerful and amazing this made ehim feel this was no new thing. He sometimes likes to do things like this to feed his ego, unfortunately, it was even bigger than his dick.

"Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, Geras, could any of them satisfy you like I do?" He haughtily questioned. You could feel both of your climaxes slowly arriving. "N-no." you wince as you feel the release coming. "Would you rather stay asleep than let me fuck you?"

"Yes." You say. Without a warning, you rise up and grab Bi-Han and somehow you are able to throw him onto his back. He had gripped the headboard so hard that it shattered at your sudden action. Now on top, you begin to bounce up and down on his dick. You began to pant and huff and even curse under your breath as you tried to not lose your breath. "I...was hoping... to get a good night's rest... but thanks to you...here I am." You force out your mouth between each pant. Bi-han was taken by surprise by this, but he couldn't lie, seeing you try to take control was something very amusing to him. He took one hand and placed it onto your hips to adjust your rhythm. With the other, he used to grab at your chest and he started to play with your nipple. You gasped as you felt slightly cold, he was using his powers again.

He stopped finally and placed both of his hands on your hip. He violently pushes you down, stopping your bouncing. As he does this, you both finally climax. A rush of relief rushes through your body causing you to scream at the top of your lungs and through your head back.

After some time, Bi-Han finally softens his grip and releases you. You fall on your back beside as you both try to catch your breath. "Bastard, that was my favourite nightgown," you say finally. Bi-Han can't help but laugh at this remark. You suddenly feel two strong arms around you, Bi-Han pulls you close and rests your head on his chest. You hear his heartbeat as it provides a soothing rhythm. He grabs the cover and buries you both with it. A smile finds its way onto your face. You melt into your husband's warm embrace, and your bodies entwine as they share each other's warmth. Your eyelids get heavy as you finally drift off.

[rottingparts]

Taste

[Ironhide x Fem!Human!Reader x Ratchet]

Summary: You like the Autobots... Specifically Ratchet and Ironhide. You are sure no one ever has to know, but when a coworker confesses to you things go down hill fast.

Word Count: 2,200+

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI! Not beta'd, Oral (Fem Receiving), mentions of anxiety, weird guy behavior (not from the bots), nothing too bad, let me know if I should tag something though!

A/N: This was written because I'm very self indulgent and cringe is dead! That being said, this was written with Plus Sized!Reader and also Neurodivergent!Reader in mind! BUT! It doesn't have to be read that way! Also, this isn't set in a specific movie. Everyone is alive and happy :)

No one had to know you adored alien robots, no one needed to know. Especially your earth friends. Or the robots themselves for that matter. Absolutely no one was going to know. It was definitely a secret you could and should keep to yourself.

You had been working closely with the autobots, and had ended up in the lab with several of them, helping with whatever they needed. Ratchet seemed the most grateful for that. You were both learning and helping  each other at the same time. He got to learn more about human culture and you got to learn about Cybertron.

That is where you started to realize you maybe liked robots a lot more than humans. Ratchet was so sweet and thoughtful.

One day, while working with Ratchet, Ironhide entered the lab. You had little interaction with him before that moment and were honestly kind of nervous around him. But as you got to know the weapons specialist you started to like him as well…

But… No one had had to know.

Until, one of your scientist friend’s decided to drop the worst bomb possible right in your lap.

“Hey.” A voice that was not Ironhide’s or Ratchet’s rang through the lab. You rolled your eyes involuntarily before turning around to look at him. “We need to talk.”

“Oh,” Your eyes widened momentarily, “That’s a good way to greet someone, Mark.”

“What?” Mark looked taken aback.

“I have anxiety, that’s not a thing I generally like to hear…”

“Oh,” Mark visibly grew anxious, causing you to mimic the panic. “Well, I just, I wanted to ask you out-”

You froze, “Like on a date?”

“I mean, like if you’re into it-”

“I’m sorry,” You interrupted him quickly, not thinking much about him not finishing his sentence, “You’re my friend-”

It was his turn to cut you off. “You’re friend zoning me? I like you a lot!”

“You can get over that, don’t worry.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed. “Is this- Are you-”

You cocked your head at him as his wheels turned in his big scientist brain. Something clicked. But not necessarily correctly. Wires crossed somewhere.

“You’re fucking the robots!” His voice echoed through the lab.

You figured ‘No, but I want to be,’ was not a tactful answer. So, you did the next less tactful thing. Which did not help your case at all. You grew defensive, and yelled back. “No!” It sounded more like a question than a statement. “Why would I- What are you on about?”

“You hang out with- with those-”

“Autobots.”

“Shut up!” He was growing furious. Your eyes widened and you decided to get the fuck away from him. Without thinking you turned to walk away and his hand grabbed your shoulder, turning you right back around. “You are fucking the robots!”

You were frozen. The large hangar door opened and Ironhide and Ratchet walked in, seemingly aware of the yelling.

“What’s going on?” Ironhide’s voice was gruff and his optics were narrowed. “Why are you yelling at Y/N?”

You swallowed. “You aren’t helping my case…” You turned around, speaking through gritted teeth.

“Wow,” Mark scoffed, “you picked these two?”

“Picked us for what?” Ratchet cocked his head.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Mark rolled his eyes, “I figured out she was with you two.”

“Are you delusional?!” You finally snapped at him. “They would never like me like that! Drop this shit, get over me, and fucking leave!”

Mark stood there, staring at you, gawking. This time, whatever he was thinking, was definitely right. “You… You do like them…”

Ironhide crouched down, closing in on the scientist. “It’s best if you leave.” He growled out. “She won’t ask again.”

Mark gulped and decided it would be best to leave. You groaned and placed your head in your hands. “Thanks for that,” You sighed. “I didn’t know if he’d ever leave me alone.” You stood up straight and looked at Ironhide and Ratchet, “Well… Um. I’m gonna go to bed.”

“It’s mid afternoon, you do not go to sleep until after dark. Usually around ten o’clock.”

“Why do you know that?” Ironhide interrupted Ratchet.

“For the exact same reason you know what time Y/N is gonna be in the lab everyday of the week.”

Ratchet spoke with a matter of fact tone. He crossed his arms and for a moment, a brief moment, Ratchet and Ironhide’s optics met and they seemed to be glaring at each other. You were fast to jump in and break it up.

“Hey! I find it enduring! It’s nice you’ve picked up on those things! Well… It is a little weird that you know what time I go to bed… Who needs that knowledge?”

“Exactly!” Ironhide threw his servos up, “It’s weird!”

“But!” You went to reassure Ratchet, “It definitely isn’t as weird as what just happened!”

There was an awkward silence, one that you could only smile for so long for. Yoursmile grew awkward and your eyes went from Ratchet, to Ironhide, back to Ratchet, and dropped to the ground. You scratched the back of your neck and swallowed hard.

“Mark was right, wasn’t he?”

“I’m not fucking anyone!” Your hands went up and your eyes widened. “No,” Ironhide grumbled, his optics rolling, “he said you liked us. And I’m assuming he means the kind of ‘like’ that means you want to be more than friends.”

You did the only thing you could think of, “Aw, do you guys count me as a friend?”

“This isn’t about us.” Ironhide started.

“Yes it is.” Ratchet finished. “And yes we do. But, speaking for both of us here, we ‘like’ you.” He put air quotations around the word ‘like’.

Your eyes widened and you smiled. “Really?!”

Ironhide looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of Ratchet, but only briefly. “Don’t ever speak for me again.” His voice rumbled, and he glared at Ratchet. Then he turned towards you, optic ridges resting, causing his optics to soften slightly, and he crouched down to your level. “You seemed awfully enthusiastic at that confession-”

“I like, um- I would love to be more than friends with both of you…” Ratchet lit up, Ironhide close behind. You all three stood there a moment. “What now?” You asked. “I’ve never confessed to anyone, much less two someones.”

Ironhide and Ratchet seemed about as confused as you were, until an idea struck you. “Remember, Ratchet, when you said you wanted to learn more about human anatomy… Up close, and personally?”

It clicked for both Ratchet and Ironhide. Immediately they were closing in on you. “Wait!” You put our hands up. “We don’t need anyone walking in on us… I’ll lock the main doors, you go lock the hangar door. And, someone take care of the camera-”

Ironhide was quick to obliterate the camera in the corner of the room. Your eyes widened at his eagerness and you ran towards the door to lock it. You were back at the center of the room in what felt like seconds and you waited for Ratchet to return after he locked the door.

“Where to start…?” Ironhide examined you closely.

“I could get rid of these clothes for starters.” You were eager to begin stripping, and you were quickly exposed to them, standing in your underwear. Vulnerability hit and you began fidgeting. You weren’t sure where that burst of confidence came from, but it was suddenly gone.

“We do not have to do this. Not now, if you don’t want to.” Ratchet noticed your nervousness.

“Um, no! I want to! Really!” You swallowed hard, sure the sound echoed through the room, “Uh, I've never been this exposed in front of uh, Cybertronians…?” You sounded confused, your arms hugging you tightly.

“No worries,” Ironhide was closer to you than Ratchet, his optics observing you, “We’ve never never been this close to an organic before-” He looked like he wanted to get rid of your underwear.

Ratchet moved closer to you when you dropped your arms to your sides and it was his turn to observe. He reached out for you and even though you did not flinch away, he paused. “May I?” He politely asked.

“Of course.”

One of his fingers touched your stomach and when you sucked in from the cool feeling, Ratchet flinched back. You reassured him you were fine and he continued. “You are very soft,” He made mental notes. His hand grabbed for your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. He pulled away and Ironhide started to butt in.

“My turn.”

Ironhide needed to know how soft you were. He grabbed for your thigh and the soft flesh moved with his hand. Ironhide cocked his head and looked at you. “Comfortable enough to get rid of these?” When you nodded, he asked another question. “Are they important to you?” You shook your head. They were ripped from you. The cool air caused you to gasp and close your legs.

“Why is it so damn cold in here?” You groaned.

“I don’t think you’ll be cold much longer…”

You relax and inhale deeply. With legs still slightly crossed, you reach to undo your bra. You let it fall to the floor and Ironhide and Ratchet are both very close to you again, looking at your breasts. You can’t help but awkwardly smile at them, Ironhide reaching out to touch them.

“I never knew how soft you would actually be-” Ratchet was in awe. “-I could just-”

He didn’t know what he could do. Him and Ironhide were stunned. Ironhide made the first move. “Get on the table right there.” With a nod, you obliged. You hopped onto the cool table and awaited more instructions. “Hm,” Ironhide was taking mental notes now, “You are very obedient.”

“She deserves a reward.” Ratchet was smiling.

“She’s much too small for our spikes-” Your eyes widened at Ironhide’s words, “-but I think I know a way to reward her.”

Ratchet did not have time to ask ‘how?’. Ironhide was moving too fast for Ratchet to have time to say anything. Your thighs were gently grabbed, Ironhide’s large servos being extremely gentle with you. Your legs were spread and Ironhide was in your business instantly. You leaned back slightly and waited for Ironhide’s next move.

“You aren’t much different than us in this department.” Ironhide examined you closer than before. “Can I- Hm, can I taste you?”

You wanted to hide your face. “Sure-” That was all it took. Ironhide’s head was between your legs, practically keeping them spread. His tongue was lapping at you, slowly at first. His optics were closed and he was obviously focused on every inch of you. You fell back on your forearms, resting them on the cool metal of the table. You stifled a moan.

“Be loud.” Ratchet blurted out, “We want to know how you feel.”

You nodded and as soon as Ironhide found your clit you let out a loud moan. Your head fell back and your eyes shut. A soft hum fell from your lips and your breathing quickened.

Ironhide kept doing his thing and caught on very quickly on what pace you liked and how roughly he could hold you.

“Ironhide-” You moaned out, “I’m gonna-” Your nails were digging into your palms. Ironhide understood. Your hips bucked upwards and Ironhide rumbled against you. It drove you over the edge. You were coming undone against his mouth and Ironhide was smiling against you.

A loud moan echoed through the lab as you came. You had half expected Ironhide to keep going, but suddenly, the feeling of him between your legs was gone.

“My turn,” Ratchet mimicked Ironhide’s earlier words.

“Did you just pull me away?

“Yes, I would like a taste,” Ratchet positioned himself between your legs, not even giving Ironhide his attention when he talked. Ratchet’s servos placed themselves on your waist and you leaned back again.

Ratchet was quick to begin to tongue fuck you. His tongue swirled around your clit before licking stripes up your pussy. His optics were not closed. They stayed on your eyes. He maintained eye contact with you as he ‘tasted’ you. He would slowly blink at you, and you were too stunned to look away.

Your hips bucked and Ratchet was quick to push them back down. You let out a soft whine and looked over at Ironhide briefly, who was just… watching. You looked back at Ratchet and everything in you started to tense. A knot formed in your stomach and you were coming undone again.

“Ratchet!” You exclaimed with eyes shut, head thrown back, and body tensed. Ratchet did not slow. You were squirming beneath him. “Fuck!”

A knock came from the hangar door. The only thing causing Ratchet to stop in his tracks.

You writhed with pleasure once he let you go, not registering the knock. You lied on the table and heard Ironhide shout something. You looked up and saw Ironhide with your clothes in one of his servos. He was trying to hand them to you.

“Hey,” Hound yelled from the other side of the hangar door, “Why do-” He paused, “Why do I smell… ‘Fluids’?” As soon as the words left his mouth were rushing to get dressed. “Is there a human in there?”

“Go away!” Ratchet yelled back.

“Ratchet and Ironhide?” Hound bellowed back, laughing loudly, “You both have a human in there?”

“The other scientists,” You started, finishing getting dressed, “they’re going to be here soon, asking about that camera. I should go…” Ratchet and Ironhide looked at you, optic ridges rising. “But, this doesn’t have to be it, not if you don't want it to be!”

Ratchet and Ironhide nodded, “We aren’t done with you yet.”

[nightmaree-eyess]

Orange is the last of us

A tlou fic based on orange is the new black

Summary: you are going to prison and you’re new cellmate is abby anderson

Tags: MDNI 18+, prison AU, femme reader, y/n, smut, making out, fingering, oral, dom!abby, angst

Word count: 2,368

Divider @cafekitsune

You never thought in a million years you'd be naked in a cold, lifeless room, squatting and coughing for a police officer. But you guess there's a first for everything right? After you're done humiliating yourself you get dressed in stiff linen scrubs, walk through the metal detector with your belongings the officer gave you, and prepare yourself for your new life for the next 15 months.

“y/n this is where you’re assigned.” the officer says sternly

You look into the cell and no one is there. At least you'll get some alone time to compose yourself before your cell mate comes back. In the meantime you make your bed and get yourself comfortable. All of a sudden you feel a presence standing behind you. You whip around and…

“y/n? Holy shit I can't believe it's you.”

You know that voice and it sends chills down your spine. Abby. Fucking. Anderson. The person who got you into this mess in the first place.

“I don't even wanna look at you right now”

In the back of your mind you were actually relieved she was here. That you knew someone in this shit hole and that you weren't completely alone.

“Oh come on you didn't miss me just a little bit?” she says smugly

You turn around and she's standing in the doorway. She's still as beautiful as the day you met but you don't know if you'll ever forgive her for getting you tied up in the drug smuggling business. She still wears the glasses you helped her pick out all those years ago.

“Ok fine maybe a little”

She walks over to sit next to you on your bed and your hands almost touch. There is still some electricity there even if you deny it.

“So they finally caught up to yeah huh?”

“Yeah thanks to you”

“What does that mean?”

“If it wasn't for you getting me caught up in the drug business shit I wouldn't even be here in the first place.”

“Oh please, I didn't force you to do shit. You could've left whenever you wanted. I didn't make you stay.”

She's not entirely wrong but it does sting a bit. She gives you the rundown about how things work so you're not completely clueless. You only pick up on bits and pieces because you can't stop staring at her piercing blue eyes and the way her top lip curls a bit when she talks. You hate that you find that cute.

“Lights out ladies” the guard yells

The next day you're in the cafeteria. You had to work electrical in the morning and it feels good to sit for a bit.

“Hey hot stuff looking lonely” abby says jokingly

“Shut up” you roll your eyes. A smile creeps at the corner of your mouth.

She sits across from you while eating her lunch

“So how's your first day so far?”

“Exhausting but I guess the routine is good for me. And I at least know one person in here so it makes it less scary.”

“Oh really? Who? Have I met them?” Abby says sarcastically

“Wow jail made you an ass huh?”

“Yeah.” she sighs

You catch a wave of sadness go over her face for a split second but it disappears as quickly as you catched it.

“What does the rest of your day look like?” she asks

“Well I got a couple more hours of work and then I'm free why?”

“I wanna catch up some more, is that a crime?”

“I mean you're in jail right? Was that the crime they got you for? And not smuggling drugs?”

“Now you're being the ass” abby laughs

After work you meet Abby in the chapel like you planned at lunch. Why would she wanna meet in the chapel if none of us are religious? When you walk in, Abby is sitting on the stage waiting for you. The light from the stained glass window behind her illuminates her in an array of colors that accentuate her beauty. She looks the same as the day you met, just a little older.

“Why did you wanna meet in the chapel?” you asked your arms folded across your chest

“Because it's quiet and people usually don't come in here when there's no service.”

Abby pulls you up onto the stage with her muscular arms and her sandy braid falls in front of her face. As she does so you think am I holding this grudge for nothing? Or is Abby only being nice to me to make up for the shit she's done? Either way I don't think I can realistically hold this grudge for the 15 months I'm in here so might as well just play nice with her. It's nice to have someone by my side in this hell hole.

Abby presses a button on her portable radio attached to her hip and it starts playing love somebody by maroon 5.

“God, radio has gone to shit” Abby says and you both laugh

“So how long have you been in here?”

“3 years.” you see a heaviness blanket over her

“Do you know when you're getting out?”

“I think in like 2 years? After the second year here you kinda stop keeping count. It gets depressing.”

You don't egg her on anymore about this. At least she'll be here for the duration of your stay. You sit in silence for a while until Abby breaks it.

“I'm sorry for ratting you out, at the trial. I thought maybe they'd shorten my sentence if I did so. I feel so shitty about it.”

“I'm not gonna lie, I'm still pissed at you for that. But you're lucky I only got 15 months and that I'm not the one to hold grudges.”

She's staring at you with wetness in her eyes. You stare back and you realise she really does feel bad. You thought she was only apologising to make peace. She's sitting closer to you now and she still smells the same. How she still smells like her pine soap in prison is confusing but she must trade for it on the down low. Her smell brings on a wave of nostalgia and comfort and you feel her soft lips against yours. You grab her hair and deepen the kiss and feel her tear drop roll down your cheek. It brings you back to ten years ago. The kiss is now frenzied and hungry. You need her like you need oxygen but Abby breaks the kiss.

“Follow me.” she whispers in your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.

She leads you under the wide podium just behind you for cover.

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She rips off your shirt and dingy sports bra and cups your breast in her hand. She places kisses all down your neck and jaw.

“Fuck I missed you” she whispers

And a part of you missed her too.

She moves her hand from your breast and cups your cunt outside of your pants. You tilt your head back and stifle your moans. She rubs your clit on the outside of your pants with the heel of her palm. You're already so wet.

“Abby please fuck me.”

“You're begging me?” her voice like velvet

“Yeah” you moan breathly

She kisses you deeply and trails kisses all the way down to your happy trail. She shimmies your pants off.

“Wow you're already so wet for me baby.”

You bite your lip to quiet your moans.

Abby takes two fingers and teases your entrance. She slides one finger in and you squirm at her touch. Then the second finger enters you and you moan. Loud. Abby cups her other hand around your mouth to shut you up so you don't get caught. Abby moves her fingers in a “come here” motion slowly at first. You can feel the pressure build inside you as she goes faster. And faster. She stops and moves her head between your legs.

“You gotta promise me you'll be quiet because I can't reach from down here. One peep and I'm stopping.”

You nod your head and hers dip between your legs. She takes her nose and rubs it across your clit with ease. While her tongue ghosts your vagina, you feel your wetness drip down her face and it turns you on even more.

“Abby I- fuck, I- need you inside me”

“How do you ask?”

“Please abby” you beg

“Atta girl”

She takes her fingers again and enters you while she sucks your clit. You're biting your bottom lip so hard it might be bleeding but you don't care. You grab a handful of her braided hair and it's still as soft as you remember.

“Abby im- im gonna” you moan before you can finish the sentence and you feel your walls tighten around her girthy fingers. Abby laps you up and comes up for a kiss making you taste yourself. Then she kisses your cheek.

“As good as I remember it” Abby kisses you again cupping your face in her hands.

You get dressed and get ready to go to dinner.

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A couple weeks go by and you're really settling into your routine. Prison sucks but it sucks a little less with Abby. You guys are hanging out like no time has passed at all. And even though you're in prison, you’re happy. You didn't realise you weren't happy with your current fiance and he's gonna be pissed that Abby is in here with you. But right now you don't care. You just worry about surviving in here and if Abby by my side means I'll live to see another day then so be it. Sex is just a bonus.

Today though, Abby seemed to be acting a little weird. She was quiet all day and that's not like her. You asked her all day if something was wrong and she would just shrug her shoulders or not look you in the eyes. You let it go because you didnt wanna pester her too much.

Later on that night when it was lights out you finally got your answer.

“They're letting me out early for good behavior.”

You shoot up out of bed and look at her in disbelief. She got you in here in the first place and now she gets to leave early? A part of you resents her for that.

“What the fuck? Why didn't you tell me this? Is this why you were acting weird today?” you say this a little too loud and a girl from a couple bunks over tells you to shut the fuck up.

“I didn’t wanna tell you cause I knew you'd flip your shit”

“What, so you were just gonna leave me and not tell me? You think I wouldnt notice that my bunk mate / girlfriend was fucking missing?”

The silence is deafening

“When are you getting out?” you say defeated

“Tomorrow morning.” she says shyly avoiding eye contact

“TOMORROW MORNING?!?!” I yell

“Will you shut the fuck up already?” the same woman yelled

“You waited till the last fucking second to tell me you’re leaving?”

“Isn't that what you did to me? When I wanted you to come to my mothers funeral you didn't come with me. Instead you left. Broke up with me and left me in a city I barely even knew.”

“Is this like your payback or something? Putting me in this fucking place wasnt enough pay off? Well congrats Abby you win. You win the petty off.”

You sit on the edge of your bed with your head hung between your legs. Now that you think about it, it was a dick move to break up with her while her mother just passed away. You don't know why you did it. Maybe a part of you thought she was lying so you would stay with her? You don't know. But you feel like a piece of shit now.

“I'm sorry I left when I did. You needed me to be there for you when your mom passed and instead I was a dick and broke up with you. Nothing will ever make up for that and you have every right to be mad at me. I deserve it.”

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was getting out.”

“Promise you'll still visit or at least write to me?” you lay on your back as a tear rolls down your face

“I promise” abby says flatly

You don't know when but you fell asleep and when you woke up there was a note by your pillow. The bed next to you stripped and empty. You open the note that reads

y/n,

I'm sorry again for not telling you about my release date. The weeks I spent with you were the best weeks of my life in this fucking pit and those are the days I wanna look back on. I'll miss hearing your laugh from down the hall and the way your tongue sticks out when you concentrate when we play jenga. I hope when you get out you'll find me and we can play jenga on the couch and have sex in an actual bed again and not on the chapel floor. I'll write to you as much as I can but I don't think I can visit. I'm afraid if I come back that my release was all a dream and they'll put me back in (which is stupid but it's still a fear of mine). I love you and I never stopped loving you to be honest. Even though you broke my heart.

Talk to you soon,

Abby xoxo

You feel a heaviness on your chest and your eyes begin to sting. You hold the note to your chest while you cry and then tuck the note away under your pillow, wipe away the tears, and start your daily routine.

Pt 2

[abbythewritor]

"Janitor" Fnaf Security Breach x Fem reader. *2*

Description: What happens when Y/n L/n lands a cleaning Job at the mega pizza plex? How will she handle all the Animatronics falling for her?

Warnings: Slight drama, blood, and jealousy, but other than that, none.

Rated: PG-13.

Other things:

-Bonnie and Foxie aren't dismantled, thanks to Gregory.

-Cassie and Gregory are in High School, working as security guards to keep Freddy and everyone else safe.

-I added a new Daycare attendant named Jester, who will be introduced later, and of course, the attendees got new Upgrades, thanks to Gregory.

-The OCs I will be using aren't mind, and the User names will be linked at the end of the chapter; the credits go to them :)

-Finally, no adult content will be included in this story.

Enjoy the second chapter :)

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"Wow! Good Job, newbie, we cleaned up in under 2 hours!" Dj's room was finally thoroughly cleaned, and thanks to you, your bright Idea of using some sort of Shop-vac to pick up toys, candy, and other stuff left by kids made this whole Job thing a little easier.

Cyrus, who had just finished putting the vac away, stood by as you sat on the floor, sipping a freshly opened juice box. Looking at his fazz watch, the time read 1:15pm, and a satisfied smile formed his lips. "If we keep this up, we can reach the daycare area by 5. You get the gist of things quickly, Newbie; I knew you'd get the hang of it. Plus, I think you went to the top of Mr. Dj's new friend's list." Chuckling, you sipped more of your juice. "I'm not his friend, Cryus; I just complimented his sunglasses." Cryus sat next to you, slightly nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, and everything else. I knew you didn't say anything, but I can easily see a person's body language when they're geeking out. So you're a robot fan, huh?" Your eyes rolled. "Glamrocks, actually." His eyes widened. "No way, really? Wow, is that why you took the job? Wait... you're not planning on anything weird with Freddy and the others, are you-OUCH!! Hey!! Hey!" He laughed when you hit his shoulder.

"Take your mind out of the gutter; I got this job for the money. Besides, I may be a geek, but at least I'm not like one of those Crazed fans who always kiss their posters." Cyrus nodded. "True, we had a fair of those people come here, not to Freddy, but foxy, surprisingly. Poor guy, we had to close his meet and greet early one day because an older woman came to him with his shirt off." "PFFFT" Apple juice came out of your nose as you and he began to die with laughter. Not believing him, you turned to him with surprise once you stopped coughing. "Really? You're shitting me." His head shook. "Nope, not kidding; I got the whole thing on tape if you want to see it later?" Sighing, your head shook.

"Can this place even surprise me more? First, the pizza here is actually good, Second, I meet a Gianormous spider, who's not a human-eating creature, and finally, I get told a story where Foxy almost got molested." Chuckling, Cyrus put his arms behind his back. "You'd be surprised at what happens at the daycare; Poor Sun has to deal more with the kid's actions than Jester and Moon." Your head tilted.

"Jester and Moon?"

"Oh, they are the attendants with Sun, but their moment to shine is when Nap-Time happens. Jester was meant for both morning and Day, but he takes Tag too seriously." Smirking, you leaned onto your right elbow, now fully onto the floor. "Sounds like me; I hate kids." "Same...but someone has to take care of them while the Parents are gone, the same as we have to take care of this place..." Standing up, he stretched.

"Alright, if we head to the Glamrocks dressings rooms now, we'll still be able to make it while they are still performing, which makes perfect timing for us to clean. Now, being the Geek that you are...I doubt they would be out now, but don't worry, I will give you plenty of chances to see them when that time comes." Nodding, you adjusted your hat. "No problem, not in a rush when it comes to that anyway; I know how busy they all can be. Especially Freddy." Cyrus smiled at you. "Glad you understand, Newbie; now come on. DJ! WE OUTA HERE!!"

"Right on! Thank you, Cyrus and little lady! Don't be a stranger, ok?"

Chuckling, your co-worker held a thumbs up towards the tunnel. "Will do! Say Hi to Mini Dj for us!! Come on, Y/n, let's head to the VIP area." Nodding, you followed behind as he began to walk, grabbing the mop bucket as the both of you headed that way.

In all reality, Mr. Dj's room was pretty neat, even though it was large and a lot to clean; you had fun getting to know the spider, the area, and Cyrus a little more.

This job won't be so bad if the other animatronics are excellent as Dj.

Just as long as you keep your head up and do not embarrass yourself in front of the Glammrocks, you should be fine...

Right?

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"Cyrus! What are you doing here?!" With a lot of walking, you both made it to the VIP area.

It was huge, right next to the entrances, as many different colored rooms were aligned inside a vast wall, each color representing a different Glamrock and their personalities.

Besides the rooms, you were taking in the mall itself, as the true size of it through your eyes was amazing. Multiple floors, stores, and people surrounded the structure, as familiar music from the Glamrocks played throughout the area.

Many children, adults, and teens walked passed the screen in many different directions, the camera focusing on you as you tried your best not to bump into any people, the mop bucket still being pulled by your grasp.

Not being bothered by Cyrus, he was heading over to a familiar yet older boy, who was shocked to see your Co-worker at this moment. "Gregory! My man!" Giving each other a hug, Gregory fisted his shoulder. "Look at you, man; Summer treated you well." Cyrus was shocked by his comment. "Look at me?! Look at you! You are all grown up! Just yesterday, you and Freddy were being chased by killer Vanny and the others! Just think of how it would go down now!." The boy chuckled while scratching his neck. "It was 8 years ago, Cyrus; Vanny's gone now, unable to hurt anyone again." "Thanks to you! Man, you Kicked that bunny's but! From the beginning, you knew she was involved with the Animatronics going a wall; now, none of them are shut down because of you. Look! You're even freddies personal security guard! How's that going?" Gregory slumped. "It's tiring; Freddy takes every chance of the day to see every. Single. Child. It's annoying enough that I must deal with the crying Kid's parents above it all. They say some...vulgar things..." Cyrus chuckled while his hands went to his hips. "That's Freddy for yah, and yes, sure, the parents suck, but hey, on the bright side, you get to spend more time with him, right?" Gregory shrugged. " I guess your right? But since he's always busy, I tend to hang out with Cassie more than anything. But enough about me, what about you? How's life going for you, and who is that? Is she your girlfriend?" He looked to you, who was being an airhead and was too busy looking around more, stars filling your eyes. Cringing at the sight of you, Cyrus turned to Gregory. "One, I still live with my mom; two, that is Y/n, the newbie; and three, no, she is not my girlfriend." "Huh." Gregory crossed his arms. "That's the Newbie? She doesn't look shy and timid to me-" "Yeah, Dean said that to Dj too...but she's a total geek; you should have seen her when I beat her at a race, anyway, are the gang still performing?" Gregory nodded. "The Guys are; Foxie and Chica don't perform until later tonight; they're practicing for their Duo downstairs. Do you guys need to clean their rooms right now?" Cyrus nodded. "Might as well, since we are on time; we just want to get it cleaned before they get done so fan girl over here....doesn't get too overwhelmed." They both looked to you, who was standing there like an idiot, who played with the ends of her hair and fiddled with your Tee-shirt. Gregory laughed at his statement, his hand lifting his hat up slightly. "I get that; I know Bonnie and Freddie can get a little touchy around new people, so I'll try to keep them distracted until you are done." Cryus patted his back. "Thanks, Gregory, always the hero; hey, Newbie!" Getting your attention, you looked at him as he motioned to you with his thumb. "Let's get started; follow me!" Nodding your head, you grabbed the mope bucket to follow him, walking past Gregory as he told you the plan, both of you heading to Freddie's room first.

Gregory, who just shook his head, sighed as familiar sounds of doors rang through his ears. Turning, he saw Freddy and Familiar animatronics coming toward him, which made him smile.

"Freddy!" He yelled, catching the attention of the bear, who was talking to Bonnie on his right side. "Gregory!" He replied, tail wagging as the boy ran up to him, latching himself onto the robot. "Look at Ya, boy, all dressed up and everything," Foxy spoke, referring to his uniform as the boy adjusted his hat. "Yeah, I never expected this outfit to be this fancy; it feels kinda weird." Monty glared at him. "You're making it feel weird, kid; it looks good on ya." Bonnie nodded. "I agree; besides, it's better than wearing those clothes daily, right?" Gregory huffed, his arms crossing. "At least those close were comfy." Freddy chuckled while putting a hand on his back. "Well, I'm proud of you, superstar; it's a rare opportunity for a high schooler to get this job; you should feel honored." The boy crossed his arms. "I'll feel honored when the stupid parents stop bullying me. Everyone besides him and Monty laughed, Freddy looking at him again. "Greggory, if I can ask, is there a way can we go to our rooms yet to recharge? There is a malfunction I need to check; my left eye seems to be a bit more blurry than usual." "I wish you guys could, but Cyrus has a Newbie with him; they're cleaning your rooms as they speak." Bonnie's eyes widened. "Theirs a new Janitor? Why isn't Dean here then?" Gregory shrugged. "Dunno, but Cyrus doesn't want to overwhelm her, so it's best if you guys do something else for now." Freddy nodded with a smile. "No problem, superstar, we'll think of something." Foxy did a stretch. "Yar...might as well be heading to my ship; I don't want Roxy putting her dirty paws on me, gold..." Bonnie's eyes rolled. "I told you, foxy, it's not roxy who steals it; kids sometimes swallow those things, you know?"

"Doesn't matter; my gold matters too much; I need to protect it." Watching Foxie walk away, trying his best to avoid crowds and kids, Bonnie just sighed. "Him and his Gold, I'm off to go play bowling. El-chip has bets of years of free tacos if I can get a perfect strike score; wanna join, Monty-Monty?" The gator just huffed, a pissed-off look hinting on his face as Freddy and the bunny grew concerned. He walked away from the group, probably heading to Gator Golf, as the three watched, unable to do anything else about it. Gregory sighed, looking at Freddy. "Did his guitar break again?" Freddy nodded sadly. "The instrument is not what it used to be, he got it before Vanny corrupted him and the others, and it was the only thing that could keep him calm. But now, it keeps breaking during performances, which concerns people and his fans." Gregory's brows furrowed. "Can't he just get it fixed?" Bonnie shook his head. "No, he doesn't trust anyone with it, especially when Cyrus switched to Daycare; he is the only one who can fix his guitar." "Then why not ask Cyrus to fix it himself? It's not like he'd turn Monty down, right?" Freddy sighed. "It's not that simple for Monty; he cares about Cyrus a lot, but since Cyrus switched to daycare, it made him angry enough to be a threat. When Vanny corrupted everyone, he went straight to Cyrus, doing something horrible that none of us can forget. " "Wow...and he doesn't want to hurt him again...I understand...Vanny caused him that fear, and to get rid of it must be hard." Bonnie nodded. "Yes, But I'm afraid for him..." Gregory tilted his head. "Why is that Bonnie?" sighing more, Bonnie looked to Monty, who seemed to be kneeling down to a Toddler, who touched the Gator's snout with pure love and fondness. Even the gator didn't show his genuine emotions; he tried to put on his best face for the toddler, not letting his Guitar or the past get to him. "Each day, that fear grows more and more, kids are getting ignored, he lashes out if nothing going right, and heck, even Roxy can't put him back in line. If something doesn't happen to help the poor guy."

"He'll just end up getting worse, day by day."

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"And finally, we are done!!!" It took a while, but the rooms of the glam rocks were finally cleaned.

Cyrus was impressed as you cleaned Montie's room by yourself, picking up every destroyed object, dirt, and even leftover presents from fans on the floor or the walls.

You ensured not to touch the robot's personal stuff, as everything in the room was essential and organized. This wasn't even a part of your payroll, but doing the extra stuff made at least your OCD ten times better.

Shocked as hell, his mouth was open wide as you stood up, whipping the sweat from your forehead. "It took a lot of elbow grease, but I think I managed to get it mostly cleaned-" "MOSTLY CLEANED?!" You squealed a bit as Cyrus's hands went everywhere. "THE WHOLE ROOM IS SPOTLESS!!!" You chuckled. "Yeah, guess I got carried away; I hope that isn't a problem, Cyrus." "Are you kidding?" You looked up at him smiling. "That isn't a problem, Y/n; it's a great skill to have, I wish I was like that when I was little, but of course, I had to be a pain in the ass." "Well, I am not like that; I get terrible OCD when things are misplaced, so cleaning Monty's room was basically therapy for me." You replied, feeling a hard slap coming from him onto your back. "I'm glad, newbie!" He chirped, throwing a towel over his left shoulder. "Monty can get pretty angry sometimes, even after the whole hacking incident; things have changed, and doing this for him makes the Gater a little bit happier each day." He then sighed.

"Though, that's all we could do; he didn't used to be like this." Your brows furrowed."What do you mean?" Cyrus was silent for a while before looking to the ground. "Before I transferred to Daycare, I was a mechanic for the Glamrocks." Your eyes widened. "Really? That's cool!" He chuckled. "Yeah, it was cool, alright, being able to hang out with the most excellent Robots in history, Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Roxy, Monty. Honestly, out of all six of them, I seemed more attached to Monty than everything; we were best friends. Whenever he malfunctioned, he came to me with the saddest eyes, or when Roxy or even Foxy said something wrong, we would always talk about the situation and work the stuff out."

He paused before pouting, trying his best not to cry just a little. "I fixed his damn guitar before every. Single. Show. His temper tantrum was the death of me of my time there, but somehow I always managed to fix it and make the gator happy. I miss that feeling....but when the glitches happened, and Freddy and the gang started to act weirder than usual, the company switched me over to daycare, which hadn't been touched by the virus at the time." Your eyebrows furrowed, and one of your hands was on his back as he struggled to get the following words out, his eyes looking at the guitar Monty o-so cares about. "He hated me leaving, and trust me, I didn't want to transfer either, but it was for my and other people's safety as well; Monty was like a brother to me. Sometimes when I try to talk to him now, I get an angry huff, and he walks away. It hurts, yes, but it's not his fault...I should have stayed when I should..." His hands ran through his hair, and shaky breaths and sad motions came from him, which made your heart instantly break. You don't know why he's telling you this when you only met him today, but hearing the story of his and Monty's bond is hard to ignore.

"Cryus...I-I don't know what to say..." He chuckled sadly, looking at you. "You don't have to say anything, Newbie....what's in the past is done, and now what I can try to do to lift his spirits is clean, clean, and clean....thank you for your help, Y/n, but, I think we should cut training today short." Your eyes widened with surprise. "A-Are you sure? We still have a lot to do-" Cyrus smirked. "Go home; night shift people will take care of the Daycare area tonight, just as long as you're ready to clean again tomorrow, alright?" Watching him get up, you were confused at first but understood since the Situation and tension were high right now; no, you nodded in agreement. "Alright, but at least let me finish up here; there are just some holes I need to patch up." He snorted at your stubbornness. "You don't quit, do you?" Shrugging, you smirked. "What can I say? You hired a germaphobe." Shaking his head with a smile, he rummaged through his pockets before throwing you something. "Alright, here." Catching it, you looked to see it was a pair of keys. "Monty's room will need to be locked when you are done; he rarely goes in here, so you don't have to worry about him coming in anytime soon." You nodded again. "Alright...thanks." "Just, when you're done, give the keys to Gregory; we don't want anything happening if those keys are found by kids or teens, okay, Newbie?"

Saluting to him, your face went cute. "Yes, sir!" He cringed. "Just finish up you doof." And with that, Cyrus left you in Montie's room.

Looking around and out of windows to see if no one was coming, your body turned, looking at Monty's broken yet elegant guitar.

Hearing his story replay in your head caused your heart to break while staring at it more, as your hands gently grasped the large instrument.

You play a little guitar at home, and you had a fair share of broken instruments, special ones. So hearing that story, knowing Monty's pain and anger, it's like looking in a mirror.

Everyone has bad days, but this Monty has been dealing with a lot of them for many bad days.

Yes, you are a Janitor, and Yes, you shouldn't be thinking this, and yes, it's only your first day, but if you were going to work here forever, you might as well start building a relationship with your co-workers and even the glam rocks. Feeling the guitar, every inch, string, and flaw this machine has, you knew exactly how to fix it. "Alright, Monty, you suffered enough days of anger......Now..."

"It's time to make things right."

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Monty's guitar :)

[huecycles]

oh hey :) thanks for the kind comments and tags left under the last post!

it's so wild how body hair in art & media in general is seen as something "disgusting" or "weird", at first i thought that maybe the way i drew it made it look confusing but no way in hell you couldn't zoom in or just... think logically to know that is natural hair? some people are hairy like that! the way i draw it is more fluffy yes because i love floof and i dont give a shit tbh lol

i knew about the "issue" of jevil being fat so the body hair one threw me for a loop like wow. idk why jevil specifically gets this type of treatment, maybe other fat characters in utdr do too but i always see toriel, asgore, alphys, lancer, king, catti, sans who is a skeleton (and i really can't see him any other way, the fandom is doing a great job in keeping him chubby-like i love that) drawn with mostly correct proportions to in game/official art, yet jevil seems to get this mixed reaction. idk why i still see skinny jevil, or why some people insist his clown clothes are just "baggy". the jester is circular, look at his torso please for the love of god. sorry but i just want more fat rep as a fat person myself. i want jevil to remain short (his sprite is shorter than kris and slightly taller than spamton) and fat like he is in game!

drawing him helped me understand a lot about plus size anatomy, and honestly i couldn't be more happy about that because i'm also dealing a lot better with my body image issues and finally bringing more diversity to my art. him being hairy too is yet another thing that makes me happy as someone with pcos, and portraying him as a fat, hairy trans man as someone who is nonbinary and for months has been wanting to experiment with different pronouns/wondering how it would be like to transition is something really special. it's messy and silly but spamton and jevil are the ultimate comfort characters/ship to me, their stories and how they were written speak volumes and resonate with me a lot + headcanoning them as t4t has been beyond freeing and making me get a lot of gender euphoria/dysphoria/envy all at the same time lmfao what the fuck.

i'm honestly glad for these characters because they're what helped me articulate my recent feelings about my gender to my mother, who has grown a lot and is making an effort to understand all of this. the reaction i sometimes get from people who talk to me, come into my inbox or just pour their feelings out in the tags about how they love my portrayal of spamton and jevil's gender identity + their relationship and how important it is to them is so so cool. yeah :)

speaking of chest hair, here's how spamton looks without the shirt. the left side of his chest has a panel for his heart (a smaller version of neo's) and of course top surgery scars, a different type. he's also hairy! not that much since he's a puppet but he still has the addison floof, it's cute

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Podcast

Swaggersouls x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, swearing, Y/n gets injured, mentions of near death experience.

A/n: If you don't like the warnings please don't read!

Summary: The misfits are having a podcast, Toby brings up what happens to Y/n when they took a trip to where there is snow. Swagger tells the tale, but leaves out a bit of what really happened.

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan @youngcreatorlady

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"Welcome back to the misfits podcast! Rated five stars on YouTube by BuddhazTwinSister, she says "Been watching this podcast a long time, the humor never gets old. Keep up the good work, love you guys." Thank you, BuddhazTwinSister. We appreciate it." Fitz chuckled. "I'm joined here today with Swaggersouls."

Swagger waved. "Howdy."

"TobyontheTele."

"Hey."

"Mason aka Zuckles."

"Hello."

"And Y/n aka Y/Y/N (Your YouTube Name)."

"What's up."

"And of course, we have me. Hi I'm Fitz."

There was silence in the room for a few seconds before Y/n broke it.

"Wow...that's amazing...it's nice to meet you."

Fitz nodded his head and stared at her.

"This is just fuckin cooked, ey?" Mason chuckled.

Toby cracked her knuckles, gripping her mic and looking between the rest of the group.

"Maybe we should start off by telling everyone why Y/n wasn't posting and wasn't on the last podcast."

"Yeah." Fitz agreed. "Anyone wanna start?"

"So what happened." Swagger began. "We were all sitting down and Mason sparked this brilliant idea, and I'm doing air quotes, because your idea nearly killed Y/n."

"My idea didn't nearly kill her."

"Anyway!" Swagger yelled. "So the idea was, since Y/n missed the snow, because she's from Illinois. If you didn't know, it snows there. So Mason came up with the plan that we were gonna take her to where there's snow, so we do. We get there everything is all well and good, we go snow boarding and skating. Until Mason sparks another idea, he decides to push Y/n, not knowing that just over the small cliff they were on was a pond."

Mason covered his face, and Y/n reached over and rubbed his back.

"So he pushes her over this cliff, right? And Y/n falls through the ice of this pond, right into the freezing cold water. Toby, Matt, and I realize what just happened and we throw off our skis and snowboards, and run down the side of this cliff. Meanwhile Y/n can barely pull herself out of the water-"

"Sorry to cut you off, Swagger." Y/n said. "But when I hit that water all my strength and air was ripped from me. I could barely keep my head up, it was that cold." She nodded over to Swags. "Please continue."

"Yeah, so anyway. We get down to her and I start removing my jackets and shit, Toby pulls her out and I wrap her in my winter coat. When we finally get her back to the hotel that was just up the hill from where be were snowboarding, she was shaking, her lips were turn blue, and her hair was ice. But now she's okay." He pulled Y/n close and wrapped his arm around her. "She's safe, and warm. And we're never gonna let Mason push her off another cliff."

Y/n smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, burying her face in his neck. She thought back to what happened, how scary it all was. But the warmth of Swaggers body, and his scent when he wrapped his coat around her and pulled her close.

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"Oh my God! Mason! What the fuck!" Swagger yelled, he ran towards the edge of the cliff, looking over and attempting to see where Y/n had landed.

"What the hell happened!?" Toby asked, frantic as Matt and her came hauling ass to them.

Swaggers eyes searched the snowy ground below, until he saw Y/n splash out of what must've been a pond frozen over and covered in snow.

"I thought it was solid ground, I didn't know it was water." Mason said.

"You fuckin retard." Swagger pushed him out of the way and ran down the side of the cliff, Toby and Matt hot on his tail.

He began ripping his jacket off as Toby pulled Y/n from the frigid waters, he ran over and wrapped his warm coat around her and looked for a way back up the hill.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"C-cold."

He pulled her into a warm embrace, kissing her forehead.

"I know, we need to get you back to the hotel."

"Swagger!" Toby yelled. "We can get back up over here."

They trudged through the snow, all the way back to the hotel. Swagger took her into his room, closing the drapes and walking back over to her as she removed her snow suit.

"We gotta take these off." He whispered.

He slowly pulled her shirt up over her head, dropping it to the floor. He then began unbuttoning her jeans and throwing them over by her shirt.

"I'm gonna run a warm bath for. Take your clothes off, Y/n. Their soaked."

She did as she was told, the thought of a warm bath making her smile. Y/n made her way over to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame as she shivered and watched Swagger run his hand through the water, checking if it was the right temperature.

"We need to wait till that fills." He stood up, walking past her to get her some fresh clothes.

He went over to his suit case and grabbed a T-shirt, setting it on the bed. Swagger then took out a pair of his sweats, placing them next to the shirt.

"E-Eric." Y/n could barely speak.

He looked up, realizing how badly she was shaking. Swagger hurried over, wrapping his arms around her frozen body. He flinched at just how cold her skin was, placing his hand at the back of her head and moving her so her face was pressed to the side of his neck.

"Come here, the bath is almost full. You'll be okay." He whispered.

"I'm s-so cold."

The warmth of his body made her heart race, and the fact that she was naked and he was fully clothed made the feeling of arousal rise within her.

"You don't have to do this." She said, her voice rather quiet. "You don't have to take care of me, no one else is."

"Exactly, no one else is. I want too."

Y/n nearly whimpered when she felt his soft lips press against her neck, and the scruff of his beard gently rub at the same time.

"It's full."

"Hmm?" He asked.

"The tub."

Swagger turned, shutting off the water and helping her into the bath. She let out a tired sigh when the water engulfed her up to her neck. Swagger knelt down next to the tub, planting a soft kiss to her temple.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"Why? Mason pushed me, you didn't."

"But still, you could've died. I should've been right there."

"Eric, you can't always be right next to me, holding my hand and keeping me out of danger. It wasn't your fault, and I'm alive. If it didn't happen, would we be sharing this moment?"

His dark brown eyes locked with hers for a moment, as if he was reading her thoughts. Slowly he shook his head, then whispered.

"You never know."

Y/n snuggled into the warm blankets, the group had only been at the hotel for a night, and his bed already smelt like him. Swagger slid underneath the blanket, pulling her against him, and wrapping his arms around her.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm still a bit chilled."

Swagger ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her head down against his chest.

"I'm right here, you'll warm up in a minute. We have all night."

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"So what happened when you two were alone?" Toby asked.

They all looked at Swagger and Y/n.

"We cuddled and he warmed me up."

"Yeah...and I fucked her in a hot shower."

"Did you really!?" Fitz asked.

"No, I cuddled her and made sure she was warm. We woke up beside each other in the morning and well...maybe shit happened...maybe it didn't."

Fitz nodded. "Well, you've heard it here folks. Hope you enjoyed, this has been the misfits podcast. We'll see you again next week."

THE END ❤️

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Holy shit! Your blog is an oasis in a desert istg. Finally some proper unadulterated femdom content on this hellsite. Thank you so much!

If your requests are still open, can I please get some sub!Dante content? General headcanons or just a little pegging for my bbg :) Up to you. And thanks again <3

P. S.: A word of advice: try to avoid more explicit tags, like sub!character or dom!reader, and use something more general like character x reader. I've noticed that Tumblr algorithm doesn't take into account actual contents of the post and shadow bans based on tags. I've seen some really outrageous stuff fly under the radar, because it only had fandom tags and nothing specific. Hope this'll help at least a little bit. You don't deserve to deal with this bs. Wish you the best!

hiiiii anon, I really appreciate these kind words, here just for you.

Oh and I'll absolutely give you your “daily” dose of pegging Dante :P

Devils Do Cry!

Sub!Dante x FemDom!Reader

A/N: I am so unmotivated (also it's 10 pm and I'm tired as shit, so if this is bad, I'm sorry)

“So... Who's Elizabeth?” you question out of nowhere as you pull your sword out of the Hell Caina's chest, causing it to wither away. Dante becomes stunned at the question, raising a brow at you. “Just another Devil Hunter, why?”

He swallows thickly at your serious expression. You prop your glasses up and wipe the blood off of your weapon. “A little birdie told me that you went on a *date* with her last night” Dante whimpers and furrows his brows before propping himself up properly. “Oh yeah? Well maybe that little birdie was trying to make you jealous” your face becomes even more serious. “Why would Nero wish to make me jealous?”

Dante stops in his tracks and nearly bursts into a sprint, damn you little nephew! “I uh- uhm-” his sentence cuts off as you grab his collar and shove him against a wall. “Don't lie to me Dante! What were you doing last night!?” He sobs as he licks his dry lips. “I'm sorry (Name), but I promise I didn't do anything, I just- walked her back home, that's all, and Nero must've thought something else“

You drop Dante and turn away, walking back to his office space with him not far behind you.

☆~ 5:30 PM ~☆

You lie on your stomach as you flip through the pages of the magazine, munching on the cheese pizza while doing so. Your fingers rest at the bottom of the page while your eyes fixate on the pictures, making you unaware of your surroundings. Your reading becomes interrupted as the doors slam shut, making you look up at Dante. “Jeez those two are a pain in the ass” he sighs while stretching.

“If they're so annoying, why are you friends with them?” you ask while flipping to the next page, placing your hand under your chin. “Well you know, it's nice to have some company in this shithole” He answers while walking up the stairs. You scoff and lift yourself off the couch. “Hey! Which drawer do the magazines go into?” you shout while fiddling with the book in your hands. “My desk drawer!” oh wow real helpful.

You roll your eyes and walk behind the desk, opening up the top drawer, nope, the middle one, nu-uh, the bottom one perhaps? Your hand grabs the handle and just as you're done opening it halfway, you slam it closed and grip the magazine in your hands even tighter.

A few moments later Dante rushes down the stairs, oblivious to your shocked expression. “Hey babe so, Morrison will be here in a few and- are you okay-” his sentence cut off as he stares at your grip on the bottom drawer handle.

You both stand there in complete silence, until you stand up and purse your lips, dropping the magazine on to his desk. “So how long have you had those?” you ask while side eyeing him. Dante stands there in complete shock. He lifts his hands up and defence, trying to think of an excuse. “How. Long. Have. You. Had. Those?” Now your entire body was facing him. “A-awhile it's that, I've been hesitant on asking you..”

NSFW Below The Cut X3

A bright blush covers his face as he answers your question. “Bend over the desk” you command while opening the drawer with your heels. “But Morrison-!” his sentence interrupted as he's pushed against the desk. “I don't care about Morrison, if walks in here that'll be his own problem. Now, bend over the desk, and take off your pants while you're at it”

A sob leaves Dante as he follows your command, taking off his pants and boxers while bending himself over his work desk, spreading his legs open and resting his chin on his forearms.

Meanwhile with you, you pull the strap-on out of the drawer, and you're not gonna lie when you say it's packing a decent size, 8-9 inches at least and relatively girthy as well. You notice the ring gag in the drawer and pull it out, it'll be of good use. You set the strap aside and lift the gag right in front of Dante's face. He gasps and looks back at you, you smile and giggle. “You know what to do” were the only words you said before he sighed. Shoving the gag into his mouth, you grab the straps and adjust it to your liking.

You reach back down and grab the lube out of the drawer. You grab Dante's hand and squeeze the lube on to his fingers. He looks back at you with confusion and you just smile at him. “I can't just shove this entire thing into you without any preparation, go on, open yourself for me” you continue smiling as he lets out a soft whimper.

Using his free hand, Dante spreads his ass open, allowing his fingers to slip in easier. He slowly inserts his middle finger in, soft gasps escaping him as he inserts another finger. He goes knuckles deep, making him arch his back, his free hand quivering and struggling to hold himself open.

His upper body basically falls limp as he starts to finger himself, getting lost in pleasure and completely forgetting about your presence. You grin and grab his wrist, giving him a fright in the process. You pull his fingers out and grab the strap-on from his side.

You tie the harness around your hips and grab the lube, carelessly squeezing some on to the strap, causing a little bit to fall on the floor beneath you. You stroke up and down, smearing the lube all over.

You slowly insert your strap into him, heavy moans escaping him as he grips the front of the desk. “Ah! nghhhh~!” drool slips down his chin as his eyes begin rolling back. You insert the entirety of the strap in him, the harness touching the skin of his ass.

You readjust yourself and lie on top of Dante's back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You short thrusts cause sobs to escape Dante as tears begin to fall from his eyes, leaking onto the desk below him. Your nimble fingers remove themselves from his neck and creep down towards his dick. Your free hand wraps around his leaking cock, pumping up and down gently.

Your other arm wraps around Dante into a chokehold, making his hands move from the desk to the arm around his neck. Letting go of his dick, you untie the gag move your hand back to its original position, pumping faster than before. “Shit! You're killing me! Just fuck me already! I need it, please!” Dante's tears roll down on to your arm along with his drool.

You unwrap your arm around his throat, causing him to drop on to the desk. You grab his arms and lock them behind his back, speeding up your pace in the progress. Dante cries and moans, not caring of someone or something hears him. “God fuuuck~! Yesyes! Oh you make me feel so- so good! Ah! Ah~! Nggggh!”

Your hand lets go of his arms, but like the loyal slut he his, he keeps them there as you grab his hair, lifting his head up and biting his neck. “Yes!! Oh fuck yes! Faster, faster! Fuckmefuckme!” Dante moves his hands to his dick as both your hands grip his hair and jacket collar. “I'm g-gonna cum! Pleaseplease! Let me cum! AH!” his begs and pleas turn into a nonsense of sobs as you rake your fingers through his messy and sweaty hair. “Cum for me” you whisper in his ear.

Dante sobs and cries as he releases all over the floor, some even getting on his desk. Quite sobs escape him as his left over tears form a small puddle beneath him.

Just as you lift yourself up, Morrison busts through the door, an unpleasant look on his face. “Considering that you two have stopped fucking like two rabbits in heat, just take this before my day is even more ruined” Morrison hands you a letter, not saying another word and slamming the building doors closed, his car revving up and leaving the area just as quickly.

You set the letter aside and stare at the fucked out Dante beneath you. “What to do with you...”

[dre6ming]

I wish to see the fatal flaw

“I stayed there” series~ part VI

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𓆩Part V𓆪

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: mature language, alcohol, cursing, sexual descriptions, fluff, angst…. Hope that’s all

Plot: you and your mom have never been on the same page, Austin being no different. What happens when he calls you drunk and you go to his rescue?

Word count: 4800

I wake up at the sound of my phone ringing. Angry I turn on my side and reach for the culprit of my unwanted wake up. Without looking at the caller I put the phone up to my ear. "What?" I ask in the most annoyed and sleep laced tone. "Don't what me, miss! I'm on my way, to your place, I'll be there in five." My moms voice has the same effect as having a tub of ice water dumped on your head. "Yes, yeah, sorry." The line goes silent before I get another word out.

Putting the phone down I look around for the first time. I'm not in my room. Fuck me. I'm still in the tent from last night. I feel asleep here. Fuck. I feel tears prick my eyes. I frantically search for my car keys. "(Y/n)?" I huff angry, not at him, at her, but still. "Not now Austin!" Finding my keys, I get out and make a run for it. Why does it seem like all I do lately is run or cry?. "Hey (y/n)!" I can hear Austin calling out for me, but I can't stop, my fucking mom is on her way to my apartment. My apartment where I was supposed to sleep, but I didn't sleep there, I slept here, with a boy, with Austin. I know I'm 26, but my mom still has a hold of iron on me. I think if she could she would glue herself to my hip. Best thing about Boston? She couldn't just spawn like this.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I try to drive fast, but still safe. My phone starts ringing again, i glance at it to see that it's not my mom and I just keep driving. Somehow I make it to my apartment and up the stairs before my mom. Bursting through the door, I find Betty in the kitchen drinking coffee. "Wow, slow down Sonyc!" I rush into the bathroom, wash my face and teeth at lightning speed. Running a brush through my hair, I put it up in pony.

Betty hands me a cup o coffee as I get in the kitchen. Her eyes scan me. "My mom called, she'll be here in 5, not a word about Austin." Just as I finish to say that, my mom comes in through the door, without even knocking. "Morning mom!" I try to put on the best smile, but she's unfazed. Always a sweet lady mom. Always. I sigh and drink some of my coffee, praying she doesn't see that I just got  here, moments before her.

"(Y/n)?" I freeze, she knows, fuck, how does she know? Shit, shit. "Yes mom?" I try to keep calm, maybe she hasn't figured out my act quite yet. "Is that a stain on your shirt?" I look down and yes that is, in fact, a stain on my shirt. "I'll go change." I say and move to my room. Grabbing a new shirt and returning to the kitchen, I find mom and Betty in a very uncomfortable silence. "Ok mom lets go." I say, grabbing my bag.

"Is that a cat?" She says looking at Boots before I get the chance to leave. "Yes mom." I say, I hate that she thinks it's her right to say whether or not I can have a cat. "Is it yours?" I shake my head and open the door. I hear her following me and I know she's packing her rage for the car ride. Getting in her car, I put the seatbelt on and wait for her to scold me. But she doesn't, she's silent. And she keeps on being silent for the remainder of the day. We do some shopping, mostly new things I might need as new resident at the hospital. Then we have some lunch, again a very silent and awkward lunch. If she doesn't speak to me soon, anxiety might kill me.

On the drive back to my place, she finally decides to speak, turning the radio off. "Is that girl going to be staying at your house for long? I hope not, you are no longer in college and you need to be focused as ever. And the cat, I hope it goes with the girl, that thing will only be time consuming and dirty. Am I understood?" She keeps her eyes straight ahead, but her voice is strong. "Mom that cat is mine and it leaves in my house. Betty won't stay longer than a few days"

The bitter laughter my mom lets out has me shaking in my seat. "Your house? That was my and your father's money, not yours." I want to scream, but I can't so I just bite my tongue. I can taste blood in my mouth and that kinda brings me to stop biting so hard, but the pain keeps me grounded. "I expect you do as I say if you want to be great! Go now, I have to start my shift at the hospital soon!" Oh yeah, did I tell you my mom is also a doctor? Did I tell you she's one of the best oncologist in LA? I don't think I did, because it doesn't change a thing about how mean she is with me. "Bye mom!" I take my bag and go, tears already falling down my face.

When I get home Betty isn't there, she left a note on the fridge saying she's out with an old family friend. As much as I love her, I'm thankful she doesn't have to see me have a breakdown because of my mom. The phone rings and I ignore it, but it keeps ringing. I answer the call, trying to compose myself a bit. "Ah there she is!" Confused I look at the caller id, since I answered without doing that. It's Austin. "Austin?" He laughs. Is he drunk? I can hear music in the background. "Already forgot about me?" He lets out a fake cry and I can hear glass clinging. "Where are you?" I ask, worried that he might get himself in danger. "Bar?" I sigh, struggling to keep calm. "Which bar?"

"I don't know? A bar? Why d ya care?" He's slurring his words, that means he's really drunk. "Tell me where you are Austin." For a minute I don't hear anything else than the commotion happening around him. My heart rate picks up and I can feel the blood in my veins grow ice cold. "Hello?" A new wave of concern washes over me. "Austin?" I say hoping the voice just seemed different. "Yeah your boyfriend 's here, you should come pick him up, dude is wasted." I grab my keys and run out the door. "Ok tell me where!"

I'm sure I ran over a red light, I must've, oh god my mom is going to kill me. I shake my head, that doesn't matter now, Austin matters. I get to the bar and go in. The place is crowded, even though it's only 8 pm. When my eyes catch Austin, sitting at the bar, having an obvious disagreement with the bartender, my heart drops. To get his drunk he must of been here for a few hours already. I make my way through the sea of people. "Austin" I say and he turns to look at me. Immediately he smiles brightly, arms falling heavy on my waist and pulling me to him. "Hm you smell good" he says as a clumsy hand of his goes to the back of my head to stroke my hair. "Let's go!" I say, trying to push back from him, so I can get a better look at him. "No!" His voice is stern and suddenly his face shows anger.

I've never seen him like this. It breaks my heart. "Baby, come with me!" I try to avoid the lump in my throat as I speak. Taking one of his hands in mine, I make him stand up. Bad idea. He comes stumbling forward and almost brings us to the ground. Austin catches himself, by prompting both hands on the bar and caging me.  His mouth drops to my ear. "I missed you." He says and makes me shiver. I can smell the strong alcohol on him. I hug him, resting my head on his chest. His chin stays on top of my head. "Let's go, please!" I say, hoping to reason with him.

Austin nods and moves to the side so that I can walk. I take his wallet and phone off the bar, loop one arm around his waist as I drape his over my shoulders. We stumble all the way to the car and I struggle to get him in, but I eventually make it happen. "Where do you live?" I ask looking at him. Austin crooks a brow at me. "You really don't know where I live?" He ask. I shake my head and start driving. I get to the gate of his house and assuming that the code is still the same, I just type it in. The whole drive he stayed quiet, at one point I thought he fell asleep, but no, he was staring at me the whole way to his house. "Ok, can you walk?" He shakes his head with a cheeky smile. I sigh and get out of the car, going to his side. "Come on!" I say and drag him out. I give him a minute to rest against my car, so that everything around him can stop spinning long enough for him to walk to the door.

Austin takes my hand and we walk to the door. "Where's the key?" He grunts and make a funny attempt to search in his front pants pocket. I move his hand away and put my mine inside the pocket feeling for the keys. "Hm I've dreamed of this, fuck!" He says, letting his head to fall back. I take the keys out and unlock the door. I ignore what he just said, I don't feel like joking with him, this is serious. Trying to push him through the door he grabs my hips and brings me closer to him. I know Austin, I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt me, but I can't help my body tensing up. "Stay!" One of his hands cups my face, thumb caressing my bottom lip. "Please!" He begs.

Nodding I push out of his arms and he lets them fall limp. I close the door behind us, turning some lights on. I take my shoes off and he struggles to do the same, but almost falls on his face. Little grunts and huff are heard from him, as I go to the kitchen to boil water to make some tea, searching for some advil in the process. When I get back from the kitchen, he's still in the entryway, struggling with the shoes. I go to my knees and help him. "So pretty!" He says looking down at me and when I lift my eyes up to meet his, he licks his lips, stoping a moan on the way. I blush and get up to my feet. "Let's get you to bed" I say patting his chest playfully. He offers me a crooked smile. "Ok" I know he's starting to sober up since there were so many dirty jokes that could've come out of what I had just suggested.

Austin drops on the bed and I go looking for his pajamas. Finding them in the drawer he always had them in, I go back to the bed and force him to a sitting position. I lift his sweater up, but his hands stop me. "You don't have to baby." I smile at the sweet remark. "It's fine, come on help me." He stands up on wobbly legs, gets undressed of his outside clothes and puts the pajamas on. On my way to the kitchen to see about that tea, I drop the dirty clothes in the laundry.

When I get back with a cup of hot tea and medicine, he looks like he's already fast asleep. I move some hairs out of his face and turn to leave. He grabs my hips before I can get far. "Stay" it's all he says. "I will, promise" I take his hands off of me and go to the bathroom to change in one of his T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. The clothes are big on me, but they smell like him and they bring me a kind of comfort I haven't had in a long time. I climb on the other side of the bed and leave an arms length between us. Austin turns to face me.

"Thank you!" He extends a hand to caress my face. I close my eyes and get lost in his touch. "Why did you do it?" I ask, referring to him getting drunk. "I thought I lost you, you ran away from me!" My heart gets a shot of pain and I struggle to breathe. "My mom called, she was coming over, I had to get home before her" he giggles, hiding his face in the pillow. This laughter is contagious so I join him. "She still hates me?" He ask and I shake my head. "No she still hates everything I do" I say. "That's stupid, you're 25" he says and my laughter dies down. Even in his intoxicated state he sees that his words touched a sensitive part of me.

Using both arms he brings me to his chest and I don't fight it, because I need it, as much as I hate to admit it, I need him this close. Over the smell of whiskey I can smell his cologne, it's still the one I bought for him, so I'm now convinced he kept on buying it. "I'm sorry!" He says walking a hand up and down my back. "Yeah me too!" I say and snuggle my face in his shirt. Soon we fall asleep like this, hugging, in his bed, like the past three years never happened.

I feel hot, too hot for my liking, so I try to push the blanket off of me, but I soon come to realize it's not a blanket. Austin is holding me tight to his chest, little snores coming out of his mouth. He looks so calm, but the dark circles around his eyes tell me this is probably the first time his slept this long in a while. I stop stirring, I can endure the heat if it means that he gets to rest a bit. With every cell in my body I ignore that little voice trying to tell me to run for the hills. I love the way my heart beats in a regular rhythm, like it has found it's comfort.

Austin starts moving a bit and I go stiff. "Morning." He says in a raspy voice. Sleep still lingering on him. "Morning" I say, looking down at our tangled legs, to hide my burning cheeks. One of his hands takes my chin and forces me to look at him. "I missed this." He says and goes in for a kiss, but I turn my head so that his lips touch my cheek, not my lips. He sighs and lets me go of his embrace. The fact that I just deflected his kiss seems to have upset him. Getting up, Austin goes to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. I sit up on the bed and hug my legs to my chest. I hear the shower turning on, god I want to shower so bad, I haven't since before our date. Is that what it was? A date? I close my eyes desperate to shut my brain.

When the bathroom door opens so do my eyes. In the doorway a half naked Austin, with a towel hanging low on his hips, shows up, looking surprised at me. "You can go, you know?" He says brushing a hand through the wet locks on his head. "Don't be like this, please Austin!" I say looking away. I feel the bed dipping under his weight as he sits on the edge of it. "I'm sorry, I just, I don't know what to say" his head hangs low, while he fiddles with his hands on his lap. I crawl over to him and hug him from behind. Letting out a sigh he relaxes in my hug and his hands come up to hold onto my intertwined arms. My lips ghost over the back of his neck and he trembles in response. "You can just say 'thank you' and then let me have a shower." I speak with my lips against his warm skin. "Thank you for everything!" He says. "You've welcome. Now you can say 'Go have a shower, I'll make coffee'" I say giggling and he joins in too. "Go have a shower, I'll make coffee" he repeats after me, which makes me laugh even harder. With a last kiss to his shoulder, I get up and go take a well deserved shower.

When I come out, I smell like him, but as soon as I make my way to the kitchen I smell the coffee. I stop in the doorway watching him flip an omelette in the pan. I didn't even ask him for it, he just did it, like he always used to when we'd spend the night together. Austin is now wearing a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, I can see the muscles of his back through the thin material. Thank you shirt. When he turns around to put the plates on the table, he sees me, a big smile appearing on his face. After giving me a look over his eyes seem to twinkle. I look at myself and remember I chose to change back into his clothes, that I wore to bed. "Um I hope you don't mind." I say blushing as I go to sit down.

Austin puts the coffee mug in front of me and then joins me at the table. "No god, I don't mind, you look...well you look so beautiful" he says and my heart swells with joy. "So how's the head?" I ask drinking some the coffee. Wow he made it just how I liked it. How did he? "Good, I drank the advil you put on my nightstand" my unspoken question must be all over my face since he goes on to say. "Oh and of course I remembered, 3 espresso with whole milk" I smile shaking my head at him. I eat some of the omelette and I have to restrain the moan of pleasure. It's just how I remembered it, fluffy, cheesy and with tomatoes. "This is so good!" I say and it's his turn to blush.

"About last night..." I interrupt him quickly. "I don't hold it against you Austin. I glad you called, it's not safe to get drunk like that." He avoids my eyes. "I know, but I shouldn't have made it your problem." I shake my head. "Not a problem, your safety is important for me, always was, always will be" I say as serious as I can. He nods and starts eating. For a while we sit in a comfortable silence, enjoying breakfast. "I'm sorry for running like that yesterday." I really am sorry. "It's ok, I shouldn't of fallen asleep, it was my fault." I almost choked on my omelette and I have to drink some water to recover. He's by my side in a second, running a comforting hand over my back. "Easy there, breathe!" He says. "I'm fine" i say and squeeze his hand 3 times to reassure him. Hesitant Austin goes back to his seat. "I said I'm sorry for running, not for failing asleep with you on the beach. My mom called."

He swallows hard, wiping his hands on the top of his thighs. "Yeah I know, I remember you told me last night." Oh I guess it's good that he remembers. I hate when we get awkward like this. It's not like us. "I really meant what I said, I want to get to know you again Austin, I'm almost 26, I'm done running and I'm done doing as my mom says. She said I should get rid of Boots, can you imagine?" He looks sad for me as he listens. That he's always been good at, listening, he always listened. "She threw it in my face that I bought the apartment with their money so she has a right to say if I can or can't have a cat. I mean yeah it was their money, but it was my college fund, that they gifted to me and that wasn't drained out because I worked hard for scholarships." I pass a shaking hand through my hair. My mom's attitude towards me, never fails to send me into a panic attack. "Come here!" Austin gets up and lifts me up from my chair, giving me a tight hug.

"I'm proud of you too, you're a doctor (Y/n) and you've worked so hard. I was dick to you and you didn't deserve it, but your mom has no right to question everything you do, that much I know." I lift my head from his face and look at him. His blue eyes find my (e/c) eyes and for a moment everything feels as it should. He kisses my forehead and his lips linger there for a while. "Ok, now I'll rinse and you load, deal?" He says stacking up the plates, putting them in the sink. I giggle and go help him.

After everything is cleaned, we find ourselves on his couch. I text Betty to tell her where I am and to ask her to feed Boots. She texts me back to remember to use protection and too edge him a bit since he deserves it. Her dirty texts make be blush and roll my eyes at her childish behavior. "What?" Austin asks me, causing me to lift my eyes from the phone. "Nothing!" I say but as I put my phone on the coffee table giggles shake my body. "Ok miss 'I'll giggle on my own for nothing' " he says laughing at me. "I was texting Betty and she said to remember condoms and to not let you cum too fast, apparently you deserve some edging" I say and his face falls, this is the first time anything this filthy as come out of my mouth. He's frozen, cheeks burning. I laugh so hard that I have to hold my stomach. Wiping the tears from my eyes I clam down, enough to see that he's sill processing what I just said. I struggle to keep serious. "What happened Butler, cat got your tongue?" I ask.

He shakes his head, blinking, trying to come back from wherever him mind carried him. "You can't say things like that to me, it's not funny" I bring my brows together confused and then I see him shift his position, but before he does my eyes catch a glimpse at the bulge evident through his sweatpants. "Oh" I say and move my eyes at the tv, that has some news channel playing. He chuckles, coming closer on the couch. One of his hands goes to my back and the other sits on my knee. My breath gets caught in my chest as his lips kiss my ear. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" He asks, hot breath fanning over my skin.

I find myself nodding and swallowing hard. Do I really? Make him crazy? I turn my head and my nose bumps into his. He smiles a bit, but it goes away fast. We are so close. I could just... I close my eyes and lean into him. Our lips touch, kissing slowly, enjoying the feeling. His hand moves up from my knee to my thigh. My hands move to his neck, playing with the soft hair there. I moan into in mouth and that gives him the opportunity to push his tongue in. He groans as he pushes me back on the couch, coming to sit in top of me.

My hips move involuntarily into his, but his hands holding my waist now stop me, but not soon enough. He pushes his crotch into mine and we both sigh in pleasure. My heart is doing laps in my chest, I can't stop, he feels so good, this feels so good. He and I never got further than this, in fact I've never gone further with anyone. Everything is so new, so exciting. I want to touch all of him, my hands feel hungry to feel his skin. His lips pepper kisses on my neck. Our hips move in sink and I feel a sweet warmth in between my legs. I hug his waist with my legs and push him further into me. "Austin..." I moan, I can feel a strange thing in my lower belly, like an itch that needs to be scratched and his hips moving over mine does just that. "Please!" I say. I don't know what I want, but I know I need it.

My hands move to his shirt, starting to pull it up, needing to feel him as close as possible. His hands stop me though. He stops altogether, now frozen over me. "No, baby, listen, it's not that I don't want to. Fuck I'm so hard right now I think I could burst" he pushes his crotch forward so I can feel. I arch my back into him and moan. "Fuck, don't do that. I- I need to control myself with you. I promise you, we will, some day I'll make love to you. But not today, not like this, on a couch after you've picked me up from the bar the night before. I want to make love to you when I know that I've won your heart back" his words make me feel lightheaded, they carry so much care and love. I can't stop myself when I take his head in my hands and bring him in for a kiss. "I want to take you out again. Can I?"

His question makes me laugh, throwing my head back. "Yes, you can." Austin kisses both of my cheeks and then my lips again. He gets up and sits on the couch casually flipping through the channels on the tv. I straighten myself and try to gain some composure, but it's difficult. The feeling in my belly hasn't gone away and I know he must feel the same. "So where are you taking me out?" He smiles biting his lip. "Oh wouldn't you like to know!" He teases. I huff defeated. "Ok then mister, I'll go home and get ready for our date. Be so kind to at least tell me the dress code?" I ask hopeful to get some information out. He shakes his head and laughs at my disappointed face. "Surprise me!" Austin says.

I go to his room and change back into my clothes, folding his nicely and placing them on the bed. When I come out he looks sad. "My clothes looked better on you." He says grimacing. I only giggled and go to kiss the top of his head. Austin hugs my hips and lays his head on my tummy. "Can't wait to see you again tonight." He says. I massage his scalp with my hands and he lets out a satisfied sigh. I kiss his head one more time and he walks me to the door. He waits in the doorways until I drive out the gates, smiling at me.

All the way home I can't help but smile and the warm feeling in my heart only grows when I think about seeing him again. Maybe this is a good thing, I try to tell myself, but it'll take some time to completely kill that small voice in the back of my mind saying 'be careful'. I shake my head, trying to shake that voice away. Turning on the radio I hum to the music. I'm happy and until proven otherwise I'm gonna stay happy. Or at least I'll try.

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[yukittywrites]

Motorcycles and Bad Boys~

this time i didn't forget about you guys! ive been writing about yuta from nct on my ao3 and not focusing on threadfics so i havent reformatted any for a while!

check out my ao3 @Yukitty_Writes for longer oneshots! (im talking 15-50k words)

warnings// nothing, just some sexy teasing!

700 words, minhwa, 3rd person POV

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"I'm going to kill myself, I'm never showing my face again, I'm moving to America." Seonghwa moans, collapsing onto a table in the college cafe. "

Why?" Hongjoong asks. Yunho laughs, "Someone overheard Hwa ranting about how much he wants Mingi to fuck him—" "

Song or Lee?"

"Song. and they filmed it, then posted the video and tagged like half the student body so now everyone has seen."

Hongjoong winces, "Really Hwa? Bad boy, player, Song Mingi?"

"But he's hot though!"

"He's never even going to look at you."

"I know that! Which is why I was fine with just crushing on him, but no!" Seonghwa says melodramatically.

Yunho laughs, "At least it's not the worst you've ever told us you wanted him to do."

"I could've spent my whole life without anyone knowing that I wanted Mingi to fuck me against his fucking motorcycle!" Seonghwa hisses.

Hongjoong chokes on his coffee "Holy shit, that's what everyone heard you say? That's so embarrassing for you." he gasps.

Seonghwa whines, "Wow, I couldn't tell, the fact that I had four different people call me a variation of 'slut' today didn't clue me in!"

"I think there's a solution to this." Yunho says.

Seonghwa looks up, hoping for the solution.

"Just confess to him."

"No! What the fuck? You want me to just walk up to him and say "Hey, you heard me say I wanted you to fuck me against a motorcycle, and I really want to date you?" Like that's not creepy?" he whispers.

"Well he just entered the cafe, so you have a chance." Hongjoong says.

"Oh fuck, kill me now. Hide me from him."

"He's walking towards us."

"No, no, no, no." Seonghwa says quickly, sliding down in the chair as Mingi moves closer.

When the man of the hour finally arrives, Seonghwa sits up despite wanting to crawl under the table the second he stood in front of them.

"Hey, sweetheart, I see you have a little crush on me." a deep voice purrs from behind him.

Yunho practically snorts as Seonghwa's face goes bright red at the voice.

"Oh don't ignore me Seonghwa, you know you're beautiful, right?" Mingi says, now standing directly beside him. Seonghwa makes the mistake of looking Mingi in those beautiful foxy, lined, eyes and now he can't even speak.

"Oh wow, you're really cute." he grins. Seonghwa's lips part in shock.

"Are you gonna say something back to me, baby?" Mingi smirks.

Seonghwa's lips part further as his eyes widen. He jolts when Yunho kicks him in the shin, saying, "Please say something before you embarrass yourself further."

One would think he would manage to make a coherent sentence, or say hello like a normal person. Instead the words that tumble out of his mouth are "You're hot."

His hands reach up to slap over his mouth at the same time Hongjoong and Yunho groan simultaneously.

Mingi laughs, his deep voice sending waves over Seonghwa's body and getting him embarrassingly aroused. "Oh I've heard that from a lot of people, sweetheart. I've heard it from your mouth before. After all, weren't your words 'Mingi could bend me over his motorcycle with everyone watching and I'd tell him 'yes sir, more''"

Seonghwa's face goes redder, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Do I look uncomfortable, baby? If you're into it, then almost anything is possible." Mingi grins, gripping Seonghwa's face between his thumb and forefinger.

Seonghwa resists the urge to moan, his eyes lidding as he gulps. "Aw, would you look at that. You look like you're about to cum in your pants." Mingi murmurs, his lips close to Seonghwa's.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Hongjoong yelps, slightly horrified.

"This is a public place, not a bedroom." Yunho laughs.

Mingi's smirk only deepens and darkens, "Well then what do you say, Seonghwa? Want to come to my bedroom?"

"Oh god, please." Seonghwa gasps. Mingi pulls him up from his seat as Seonghwa almost stumbles into him.

"Then let's go." Mingi murmurs.

"And do me a favour, sweetheart, try to cover that big problem you have down there."

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[torotoro0]

⟬ Childhood Comrades ⟭

Henry Creel x Reader

•Part 2•

[Click this for the chapters]

Summary: Being friends with an odd ball is weird enough, how about collecting dead spiders?

A/N: I think tmblr. is broken it keeps deleting the drafts for part 2.

Summer break

1959

Hawkins, Indiana

7:48 a.m.

For the past 3 days, you've tried and tried to become close with Henry but nothing seems to work. Wanna play tag with him? No. He prefers to play with his dead spider army, Want him to play something better than that? GO HOME.

"Henry!" I beam as I approach him. He was, as usual, on the swing reading a book. "Your here.. again" He shrugs not looking at me.

"How rude, Does my beauty blind your eyes that you refuse to look at me?" I tease. "Go back to your house or whatever L/N" he nagged.

"Henry got a girlfriend!~~" His sister yells from the door. "W-what! No! Mind your own business Alice!" He yells back.

"Mom! Henry's girlfriend is here!" I laugh at her remark. "I love your sister" I lean on the swing. "Back off L/N" He rolls his eyes.

"But I'm your girlfriend you shouldn't be treating me this way" He glares at me.

Although Henry isn't much of a talker outside, I know, I KNOW. He is keeping it, he's just too shy to let it out.😎

"Hey fuckers" A small group of boys approach us. "What do you want Moris" I roll my eyes. "Awww, are we interrupting a cute little date of baby bun buns?" He laughs.

"Sure you can say that" I stood my ground covering Henry. Despite Henry's spiky attitude, I don't think he can stand Moris and his minions. I mean- look at Henry.🥲.

"Why don't you just hang out with me instead of this twink?" I scoff, who does he think he is? Calling Henry a twink when he looks like a fat clown. 😒

"How dare you say that when you look like a fat clown yourself!" I tried to push him but he was just to fast and I got pushed myself.

"Hey, leave her alone" Henry slams close his book looking at Moris.

"Hey guys, did you hear that? the twink said something"

"Fucking pi!-" Before I could even finish my sentence Henry slaps Moris hard on his face with the book.

"Let's go" He whispers as he grabs my wrists and ran in his house "That's was so cool Henry" I laugh uncontrollably.

"That was refreshing hahaha" He pants as he laughs. I've never seen him laugh or even just a simple smile, He looks so happy.

"Stop staring like a creep" He glares at my direction. "W-what? No- no ones staring" I look away blushing.

"Pft- Can't take a joke?" he laughs as his dirty blonde hair sways as a breeze passes, a tear falling off his eye as he continues to laugh. He puts his hands on his knees panting.

"Still looking?" He looks at me. "I-I, uhm, no, no" Shit I'm blushing!.

"It looks like MY beauty is making you stutter" He chuckles. He looks so hot.

"W-what! No! I guess its getting hot in here, don't you have air condition or something?" I look around the house.

"Wow your house looks so big on the inside" Their was stairs on our right spiraling to the second floor. I caught a glimpse of their living on our left, It looked very warm, their ceiling had a chandelier, while their was sofas surrounding a tea table.

"Wanna look around?" He goes in front of me. He finally approached me first! I'm so excited!.

"Sure!"

⟬Time Skip⟭

"Your house is so confusing" I tiredly sat on the sofa. "I guess, but if your used to it it'll be much easier to roam around." He sits on the opposite.

"Henry's girlfriend is here!" A voice beams behind us. "Ah, hello Mrs. Creel" I bow to her direction. "No need to the bowing dear." She looks stunning today.

"Ah, I see you've taken a liking to the girl?" She smiles glances to Henry. "What! no! I just gave her a tour that's all".

If this was a dream, I wouldn't want to wake up.

A/N: I see you loved part 1 so I made part 2! Chapter 3 coming soon!

[toxiclizardwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a snippet from the second chapter of my Delgado x OC fanfic, Love and Rage. The rest will be posted soon, enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, drinking/alcohol, swearing, etc. no spicy stuff in this excerpt but there is in the final piece.

Tags: @bearlytolerant @lisa-and-shadow @atonalginger @avani-telvanni @aro-pancake @fangbangerghoul @eridanidreams I miss anyone? Let me know and I'll tag you next time!

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Chapter 2: Tension on The Key

Toxic headed through Reckoner’s core on the way to the Rook bunks, but she was stopped by Naeva. “Hey Rook, where are you headed?” 

“To go to sleep,” Toxic replied flatly. 

 “You look like shit. Something happen on Suvorov?”

“No. Nothing. Well, we found something about the Legacy but Del has the details.”

Naeva nodded, and pulled out a knife and started playfully flipping it around. She spun it in her fingers so the tip was pointed towards Toxic’s body. 

On edge and tired, Toxic instinctively jumped back. “Wow, a bit jumpy, are we?” Naeva teased. “Yeah a bit,” Toxic responded flatly, just wanting to get to bed. Naeva looked at Toxic thoughtfully, like she was trying to make a decision. “You know what? Fuck it. You need a drink. Follow me.” She said, and gave Toxic a hard shove in the direction of the Last Nova. But Toxic hesitated. “Naeva, I'm—”

“Nope, we’re going” she said before Toxic could finish. Sensing that she didn't have a choice in the matter, Toxic sighed heavily and followed Naeva’s steps to the bar on the other end of Reckoner’s core. 

Entering The Last Nova was like wandering into the arms of an ex that's bad for you, but in the best way. The smell of cigarettes and stale booze accented the old earth-style American diner decor. The place was especially packed tonight. Toxic and Naeva passed pirates that were arm wrestling, fighting, or grinding on each other on the dance floor. Toxic paid close attention to their faces, but nobody so much as glanced in their direction unless they were looking at Naeva. She didn't command the same level of respect as Delgado, but her presence also didn't go unnoticed. 

The pair made their way to the bar, where Bog nodded, his eyes moving from Naeva to Toxic thoughtfully. “What’ll it be, ladies,” he asked while wiping down the counter. Naeva ordered two pints of bog’s grog and pushed one towards Toxic, who was sitting with her head resting in her hand. 

“Drink up, Rook,” she said with a grin, and Toxic begrudgingly picked up the pint to take a swig. The alcohol was strong, and had an earthy taste mixed with paint thinner. Toxic’s face contorted a bit at the mix, even though she tried to suppress it. 

Naeva laughed. “Your first time having an adult drink, whittle baby?” She chided.

Toxic forced a smile. “It's kind of fucking gross, you have to admit”

“Oh, you're not wrong, Rook—”

Their banter was interrupted by a loud, very drunk voice. 

“Well, well well, what do we have here?” Mathis said with a slight slur in his voice. 

Toxic rubbed her hands over her face in protest of Mathis’ presence, not bothering to turn to face him. This is where it happens, she thought. This is where he tells everyone what happened on Suvorov. She expected it, of course, but not so soon. She wasn't mentally prepared. But then again, could she ever be? Her mind was racing, but she tried to act like she didn't care by burying her face into her pint. 

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 6

Series Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Contains: Angst, fluff, death of a child, hurt/comfort, still a slow burn but I'm teasing you with flirting.

4.5 K words

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“Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.”- Isaac Asimov.

"These fucking stitches won't stop itching." Thomas had recovered in leaps and bounds since Billy started working with him. He was in online school four days a week, making strides in rehab and his videos had drawn in five high paying clients after their kids saw his videos online.

"Well don't itch them unless you want Hazel to appear from nowhere and yell at you." Billy loved his daily rehab session, not just because he got to work on getting better but because he got to watch Hazel in action.

"Dude just ask her out, you're clearly into each other." Billy hoped it wasn't that obvious, he was doing his best to hide it.

"We're just friends, plus, she's basically my nurse, it would be weird." Dr Charles had brought it up in passing that sometimes patients develop feelings for their caretakers but Billy dismissed it, giving him some line about only dating models.

"I have some news." Thomas sounded conflicted.

"Your parents told me, you'll still have your job once you're discharged." The one thing that was getting hard was watching people leave, sure Billy could do the basics but he couldn't live on his own yet and living in the hospital was getting old.

"I'm going to apply for college classes through the online school, I was wondering if I could use an office at Anvil to study while the house is being built?" The job had paid so well that Thomas' parents had been able to buy a derelict lot where they were going to build a house.

"Hell yeah. I'll get it set up for when so it's ready when you leave." As the disappointment at his limitations came over him Billy put all his energy into his next goal. In truth, he didn't have to do much more before he could finally go home, it was just that those few more steps felt like he was walking across the world.

****

"That place was so fancy. Shit if we had that at the VA life would be easy." Curtis had come to Billy's rehab session that day and had spent his whole time swapping stories with the staff.

"Why doesn't someone bring it up to one of those congressmen you guys protect? I'm sure there'll be something in it for them." Billy had to give it to Hazel, she was always coming up with solutions.

"Why not? Politicians love a good comeback story." Billy was ready to get back out there and all this talk about Anvil was making him itch but right now, Hazel and Lizzy were enjoying their break while he and Curt waited for the football game to come on.

"Can you pass me more fries please?" Billy reached across the table and passed her a handful before she dipped them in sauce and tucked in.

"Real classy, Hazel. You know it's rude to eat so fast?" Billy felt she chest swell with affection for Lizzy, he could tell how close her and Hazel were.

Hazel gasped in mock offence, "Hey, I'm super classy."

Lizzy huffed, "I once watched you eat a jumbo burrito in six bites while hunched over a sink."

Hasel tossed a balled up napkin at her "hey, what happens on a double stays on a double."

Curtis chuckled, "Don't worry Hazel, we've all been there."

Billy smiled and stole a fry off her plate, "yeah, Frank once opened an MRE pouched and down it in one swallow."

Hazel's eyes went wide and she laughed as the vision took over her brain, "wow, I don't know how he managed that but I'm impressed."

Before Billy could reply, a beeping pulled Hazel's attention away, "well looks like I'm needed back on the ward. I'll see you guys tomorrow?"

Billy nodded, "yep, I can't wait."

Hazel huffed and gave him that half smile he had learned meant something unpleasant was coming, "you say that now but you have another capacity test tomorrow and I'm not letting the doc go easy on you."

Billy was hit with a mix of emotions, anxiety, apprehension and excitement. "Well then, I better prepare myself."

"Yeah, you better."

****

Billy was awash with nerves as he slowly walked to the occupational therapist's office for his capacity test. It was only four days ago that Thomas was talking about getting ready to leave and now it seemed Billy was in the same place.

"Where's Hazel?" She told Billy she would be there and she was nowhere to be seen.

Lizzy swallowed, "something's happened with one of her patients, I don't think she'll be coming but I'm sure she'll do her best."

Billy rubbed his face as his anger grew, logical he knew she couldn't always be there and there were plenty of times in the past when she was busy working and couldn't spend time with him but as he was leaning in therapy, emotions weren't logical.

"Then were's the fucking doctor?" Billy just wanted this over so he could go back to his room and work on his program.

Lizzy pointed down the hall with a sigh, "just there. Try not to Hulk out, please. If you get through this you've got six more tests to go and then you can go home but if you take a step back emotionally they won't let you leave."

Billy took a deep breath, remembered what Dr Charles had taught him and centred himself as the doctor approached, "alright, we better get this over and done with."

"That's just what I like to hear Mr Russo. Step into my office and we'll start." The doctor opened the door and Billy stepped through, the room was filled with household furniture and exercise equipment. There was a bathtub, steps of various sizes, short balance beams and a handful of things that Billy didn't recognise.

"We'll start over there at the steps, I'll get you to place the ball of your left foot of the edge and try and balance without holding onto the rails." Billy focused on what he had been learning in rehab and tensed his core as he followed the doctor's instructions. It took some doing but he managed to balance without wobbling and the doctor smiled, "good, swap feet please."

The right foot was easier and Billy felt his confidence grow, "good job, now you're going to walk up the steps backwards, do your best to not hold on." Billy turned on his heel and focused on the wall in front of him as he took the first step, then the next, and the next.

"A little bit faster please." Billy felt the frustration rear its head again, he was trying his best but he still did what he was told, "good. See that bathtub over there?" Billy nodded, "You're going to stand next to it and we're going to practice stepping over the edge and getting inside. Once you have that down, I'm going to spread some water on the inside and we'll see how you do on slippery surfaces."

Billy was done, he couldn't stop the rage he felt come over him, "Fucking hell, I'm not some old fuck in my nineties with a broken hip. I've been showering alone for months if you'd taken any time to look at my chart. And who the fuck walks upstairs backwards anyway?" He wanted this over so he could go back to his room, if he thought he was going to waste his time doing this shit, he wouldn't have bothered.

Billy wasn't going to hit the doctor but he wanted to, "Where's Hazel? You can't explain anything for shit and I'm getting sick of it." The look on Lizabeth's face only spurred Billy on, "how the fuck is anyone meant to get better when you don't tell them anything. You clearly don't…"

Lizabeth stepped closer with her hands raised, "Billy, you're right, the doctor should be explaining everything but what's done is done. How about we all sit down and go through what you have left to do and the doctor can explain why, how does that sound?"

Billy took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down, "yeah that sounds good."

Lizzy glared at the doctor one last time before waving towards the desk, "you ask him any questions you have and I'm sure we'll be back to the ward before you can blink."

****

Billy couldn't stop looking at the clock, Hazel was late for her visit and she was never late, "where is she?" His fingers tapped like he was trying to drill a hole in the bed.

"I don't know man, maybe she's busy. There was a huge pile up yesterday, she might have extra kids to take care of." Frank was worried, Billy should be happy he passed his test and was one step closer to going home but all he could focus on was that Hazel wasn't there to celebrate with him.

"Her shift it over, she should be here." A part of Billy's mind knew he was being stupid, she might have had to pick up another shift but she always dropped by to let him know when she had done that before.

"Dude, calm down. Hazel doesn't need to be here every time you do something, being without her isn't going to kill you." Frank understood why Billy was acting this way but it didn't make him worry any less. "I'll go see with Liz knows what's going on, maybe she'll tell you why Hazel isn't here."

Frank left Billy the stew in his feelings, the realisation of their absurdity coming over him as he sat in the quiet. At least Dr Charles was coming later so he could talk to him about how he was feeling.

When Lizzy walked in, he knew something was wrong, "I'm sorry Billy, I really thought Hazel would be here. I shouldn't be telling you this but maybe you can offer her a shoulder once she comes. A kid was hurt badly in the pile up yesterday, it's been touch and go all night but he took a turn this morning. She's sitting with him until he passes."

Billy was hit with a wave of shame, he had no reason to complain, "where's his family?"

Liz shook her head, "he's a foster kid, he doesn't have anyone. She paged me about half an hour ago to let me know it won't be long. She should be here in a little bit."

Billy swallowed, "maybe she should go home a rest, it's not like I have to see her today."

Liz gave Billy a soft smile, "nah, I'm sure she wants to stop in and say hello. Dr Charles will be here in ten anyway so you'll have something to occupy you before she arrives."

"Thanks Lizzy, I'm sorry I was an asshole today." Billy knew he shouldn't have yelled at the doctor but he couldn't help it.

"It's fine, but I expect you to talk to your shrink about it." She didn't sound upset at him but she did sound sad.

"I will, don't worry."

****

Dr Charles arrived right on time and Billy was grateful he could read people so well because he looked sad too, "Have you seen Hazel today?"

Dr Charles nodded, "I did. I'm sure Lizzy let you know why she hasn't stopped by."

Billy nodded, "yeah, is she ok? I know you can't me a lot but doing that can't be easy."

He gave Billy a soft smile as he sat down, "No I can't tell you much but she's how you would expect. It is the healer's paradox, to be good at your job you have to get attached, but if you get too attached, then you can't do your job effectivity. I hear you passed another test today, you must be proud of yourself?"

"I don't know doc, I thought I would be but I'm just pissed off." Billy knew this was normal, he had good days and bad days.

"Well has something upset you or are you just upset?" This was a common question in their session, the answer was always mixed.

"I want to go home and I'm sick of being treated like I can't do anything for myself. There's no point in talking about what I was before the explosion I know that but I want to move on." Billy didn't know what he was trying to say but he learned that's ok too.

"You're allowed to be angry that you feel stuck, most people would in your situation. How have the nightmares been?" Billy had been coming off the meds slowly, Hazel was right, the dreams are weird.

"Not terrible, I'm still sleeping at least five hours and I can remember them when I wake up. I've been dreaming about my mother a lot more." He took a breath, "I hate her sometimes."

"Who wouldn't, she left you all alone in the world. What happens in these dreams?" Dr Charles was always so kind, it was easy for Billy to answer.

"I dream about how I found her but this time she's dead and her eyes shoot open and she's screaming at me, blaming me for everything. I would have given her the world, I would have given her everything she ever wanted if she had just wanted me." His breath caught in his throat.

Dr Charles paused so Billy could compose himself, "But you still took her in. You got her to one of the best care homes in the city and you visited her every week before you got hurt so you do care for her. If she could answer your questions, what would be the first thing you would ask?"

"Why she didn't love me enough to keep me? I've seen the parents in rehab, they would do anything for their kids but my mother abandoned me. I want to ask her if she ever thought of me, I know she never checked on me, she could have taken me out of that group home but she didn't." Deep down, Billy knew why, she was a drug addict most of her life, the only time she was sober was when she was carrying him and the moment he was out, she was using again, she couldn't be a mother.

Dr Charles nodded, "I think her giving you up was a sign that she loved you and I'm sure that if she could have kept you she would have. You're very likely leaving here in the next month, how do you feel about being able to see her again?"

"I don't know. Frank's been keeping an eye on her so I know she's doing ok. It would have been nice to have her here." Billy was feeling better by the moment but he always felt that was during his therapy sessions.

"You're allowed to not know, that's what we're here to sort out. We have some more time, how about we pick up where we left of yesterday and walk through the explosion again?" Billy could remember most of it now, he could even remember parts of the ambulance ride but there were still blanks and he hated it.

"Sure doc, I'd like that."

****

Knock knock

Billy was expecting the dinner cart but when he looked up he was greeted by Hazel with a little while box in her hand, "hello." 

Billy smiled, "hello, what do you have there?" 

"I made some cupcakes yesterday, I brought you one to celebrate your success in your assessment today." Despite her smile, she sounded so sad. 

"Wow, cupcakes from home. You must have a lot of faith in me if you brought it in without knowing it I'd pass." Frank had gone on and on about how great her food was, he only wished he could try for food under happier circumstances. 

She sat next to him at the table and slid the box across, "I do. The cupcake is triple chocolate with chocolate icing." 

Billy opened the box, the icing was beautifully piped, and little chocolate shavings were dotted around the icing peaks, "shit this looks good." 

Hazel smiled, "please wait till you have dinner, I don't want to ruin your meal." 

Billy chuckled, "sure." She still seemed sad, even if she was doing her best to hide it, "Liz told me what happened today, are you doing alright?" 

Hazel shrugged, "no but I'll be fine. It's not the first time I've had to do something like that and it won't be the last. I'm sure you've been there before too, comforting someone in their last moments is easier than you think it's going to be." 

Billy nodded, "I've been there more times that I like to count, but you're right, it's strange how easy it is." 

"His name was Harry, I didn't get to talk to him but he was wearing truck socks. The end was peaceful." Hazel's eyes were stuck on a stain on the table. 

"You did the right thing staying with him, it happened a few times when I was a kid. The nurses always made things better." He reached across the table and took her hand in his, it feel like too long since he had touched her. 

"No one should be alone at the end, I don't understand why he didn't matter like everyone else." Hazel's effort to take a deep breath and compose herself failed and her chest heaved. Billy slid around and wrapped his arms around her, and she buried her head in his neck as she started to cry. 

Something about it felt right, like this was what Billy was supposed to be doing. He could see himself being there for Hazel after a long day at work, sitting with her on the couch while she talked about her day. Her arms slid around his body and he hugged her tighter as she calmed down, "You're getting so strong." 

Billy chuckled, "yeah, like you said, you're kinda mean. I'm worried if I don't lift enough weights, you'll hit me with them." Her laugh filled his chest with warmth. 

Hazel pulled away and wiped her face with a sniff, "I'm sorry, that wasn't really appropriate." 

Billy waved his hand, "no, it's fine, we all need a hug sometimes. Maybe you should stay here for a while? You can get dinner from the cafe and we can watch some MMA reruns, you know, end the day on a good note." 

Hazel smiled, "that actually sounds really good." They shifted around and Hazel settled next to him while Billy turned on the TV, "you wanna get something from the cafe too? We can use my discount." 

Billy smiled, "sure, what's good?" 

Hazel thought for a moment, "only four things, the fries, the cheese melt, the greek salad and the ice cream sundaes." 

"The cheese melt sounds good, maybe we can get two of those and two salads?" Billy was happy that Hazel didn't sound sad anymore. 

"Good idea, we can order when the meal cart comes along." Hazel shifted closer and their knees touched but she made move to shift away. 

"Can I share my cupcake with you?" I'll feel bad if I'm the only one enjoying it." Billy wasn't going to lie, he was trying to charm her. 

"I'm not going to say no to that." The way she looked at him made Billy think it was working, "I have some good news, Thomas' last day is on Friday, we're going to have a little party for him and it would make everyone really happy if you were there." 

Billy smiled, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

****

Friday came in a rush of more time with the occupational therapist and Billy running himself ragged to make his next milestone so he could leave. He was happy to go to Thomas' party, he even got Frank to bring him a nice pair of jeans and a dress shirt.

When he walked into rehab, Hazel was already there in a set of light blue scrubs covered in sunflowers and a party hat. The smile she gave Billy when she saw him lit up the room and she waved him over with a flurry. He smiled at her as he took in the details of her scrubs, "you look nice."

"So do you, I love the shirt." For the first time in his adult life, a compliment from a beautiful woman had him feeling shy.

"Are these your party clothes?" Billy wondered what Hazel looked like in a dress, he imagined she could look good in anything.

"Yep, I only own scrubs so I have this set when I have to go somewhere fancy. I have a lacy set for dates." Billy took a deep breath, she was flirting with him and he was going to give it right back.

"Ooo, red or black?" He had no idea what had changed but he liked it.

"Green, it suits me." He could see she was holding back a giggle but she didn't do a very good job and with a smile from him her face was breaking out into a grin.

"When you two are done with the foreplay, you wanna come and celebrate?" Lizabeth had been looking at Billy strangely since the night Hazel showed up in his room and he wondered if Hazel had told her something.

"Sorry Lizzy, we'll be right there." Hazel turned back to Billy with a smile, "no funny business now, we got to keep room for Jesus when we dance."

Billy shook his head, "I wouldn't dream of it."

****

This was the most fun party Billy had been to in a long time, over the course of his stay, Hazel had taught him that children had much richer lives than he thought and he found himself listening to them go on and on with genuine interest.

Right now, he was chatting with one of Thomas' friends from the ward about how New York had the best Pizza because of its water. Hazel was looking at him every now and then with a smile on her face and Billy found himself wondering what it would be his life would be like if she was in it in different circumstances.

Hazel came wandering over with two cups in her hand, handing Billy one and giving the other one to the boy he was sitting with, "are you telling Billy all about the superiority of New York water?"

Billy smiled, "yeah, I'm mean, now that I have all this information, I'm definitely going to win the debate every time this comes at up work."

"New York Pizza is the best miss, there's no question." Billy could see how comfortable her patients felt with her, it was like magic.

"Well, Mr Doran, maybe Hannah would like to hear your theory." The boy followed her eye line then popped up with a smile, gave Billy a quick goodbye and raced off.

"Are you allowed to do that?" Billy could see clear as day that the boy had a crush on the girl Hazel had just pointed to.

Hazel nodded, "Of course, they've talked every day since she checked in. I'm just helping him out, her favourite food is Pizza."

Billy chuckled, "is there anything you can't do? You're the best nurse on the ward, killer in rehab, an amazing cook, a matchmaker, hell, you're even a good shoot. What's your secret?"

Hazel smiled and reached out her hand as the music grew overhead, "I don't know, maybe I'll tell you after a dance."

Billy took her hand with a smile as everyone moved to the middle of the room and placed the other hand on her waist. They kept a respectful distance but that didn't stop Billy from trying to take in every detail of her face, the realisation that she was a foot shorter than him hitting him like a ton of bricks, "you're kinda short, you know that?"

She giggled, "I work with kids so it doesn't matter. You got something against short people?"

Billy's chest filled with lightness, "no, I'm just making an observation."

"Ahh, an observation. You make a lot of those." Billy wasn't going to lie, he enjoyed flirting with the nurses and doctors on the ward but Hazel was something different.

"Are you telling me I have a reputation?" He couldn't if she was boosting his ego or giving him shit but he liked it either way.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure if you weren't a patient you'd a very busy man." Something about the nurses talking about him behind his back emboldened him even more.

"Hey, I'm a romantic, who says I wouldn't find a winner and settle down?" Hazel knew that was bullshit, Frank saw to that every time he had the chance.

"I'll believe that when I see it Russo." There was a pause and he got caught in her gaze, he couldn't remember the last time a woman looked at him the way Hazel was. His eyes drifted to her lips but before he collapsed under the overwhelming urge to kiss her, Thomas' parents called everyone over.

She blinked like she was yanked out of a trace and smiled at him, "are you ready to day goodbye?"

Billy smiled back, "it's not really goodbye, he's going to be working for me."

Hazel let out a single laugh, "yeah, you're right. Come on, we better go get us some cake."

Billy's fingers itched to pull her back in but he stopped himself, "good idea."

****

"You know he's not technically your patient?" With the party over and everyone back in their rooms, it fell the Hazel and Lizzy to start the clean up.

"Yes he is, I was instrumental in his recovery. I don't know what you're getting at Liz but you need to drop it." Liz could see Hazel's feelings from a mile off.

"But he wasn't, other than helping in rehab, you gave him no medical care and need I remind you, his friends helped him in that area too." Lizabeth knew that it wasn't unusual for patients to devolvement feelings for their careers but she could see this went deeper than that.

"And you know that no matter what, there's no way to tell what feelings are real and what's been caused by him being hurt. He was there for me at one of the worst times in my life for half an hour and then I didn't see him for two years. Nothing good can come from pursuing that." Hazel might have had feelings for Billy, but there was no way she was going to act on them.

"So give it a few months and then try again. You know the hospital won't care. I know you might be blinder than a bat when it comes to this stuff but this isn't what you think it is." Liz knew her friend, she knew Hazel would never take advantage of a patient.

"I'm just saying, maybe you shouldn't treat Billy like a child by thinking that his feelings are only transference. He might have a head injury but he's not stupid." Liz knew that was a low blow but she knew that's where Hazel was going to go.

Hazel sighed and put the broom down before turning to her friend, "please don't. Just let this go. In a few months he will forget about me, he needs to leave all this behind him."

Liz huffed, "you don't know him very well at all."

Part 7

[youredreamingofroo]

hey rooo 😝 4-6 for the editing questions!

gatekeeping this post under the cut, it got lengthy 🤧🤧

4: If you can remember, why did you start editing?

Okay, so this may be a little off topic, but it still talks about editing LMFAO but I started editing mainly cuz one day I saw Minimooberrys renders and was like WOW okay, I want to learn to do THAT and editing, so she was a MASSIVE inspiration for me to start, not only that but I also watch solitasims and lovvvvvveeeddddd her stuff, and wanted to do what she did but mix in editing :) (I think that answers the question, idk I guess like, I've always wanted to edit, but more importantly the want to learn how to render and also do storytelling in TS4 helped motivate me to start editing if that's a better answer)

5: if you caption your edits, what do you decide to put in the caption?

I tend to keep the caption relatively clean (tags are where you get my reaction and shit LMAOO), if you take Leo and Roos posts for example, they're song related, so I'll put some lyrics that I think correlate to them and the scenes placed in the post ("and then you looked right back and caught my stare"), or sometimes scenes not necessarily mentioned in the post, but can be heavily implied or just assume occur ("It's really nice to talk to you, it's really nice to hold your hands," which implies that they talk a lot and that they do hold hands a lot, whether it be romantic or platonic 🤧). There's other situations where I don't have a song (tbf the Reo posts were the first posts where I did put songs agsiabs), like the valentines day prep posts, I just put "valentines day preparations: [sim perspective]", or like in earlier NSB posts, I just put prev / next cuz idfk what to put in the caption. With more recent posts, ive been trying to caption the posts with something related to the characters (like cataleyas drowning post, where it basically lays out the metaphor for the post, which is "too much love from the wrong person").

6: give us a quick breakdown of your editing process

WOW okay, LMAOO well, I'm gonna have to whip out my laptop for this one

For Cas shots: Usually i put cas shots together, so first thing I do is import the images I want to use in a 6000 by 3000 canvas (to preface: I do all my CAS ss in the dimensions 3000 by 3000), and I usually choose from a few mental presets, two headshots and a body shot, two head shots and a half body shot, three body shots, and theres more to list but im not gonna do all that LMFAO so after that, I place them in their positions and then erase the black background (which DOES get tedious when two screenshots sorta overlap and have to make sure theres no black left around the sim), after that incredibly tedious and unnecessarily long process, sometimes I play around with flipping the character around (in the case of two head shots and one body/half body shot, I make the headshots face toward each other, so basically headshot > body shot < headshot- if that makes sense), although that can be placed anywhere in the editing process sometimes I do it earlier on or later on doesnt really matter lmao. Around this point, its just final touches, looking for weird shadows (which is USUALLY more prominent in blender renders, but it can happen), places where shadows look a little too sharp, and cleaning up those spots. For the VERY VERY final touches, I use sharpen and depending on the shot, contrast or saturation, I sometimes use the hue tool to make a certain color brighter or a different color, however I avoid the latter because it creates a weird effect on the picture, the sharpen tool is important for this part, because I tend to make the sharpen effect stronger on closer shots (head shots), or i dont change settings that much for decently faraway shots (half body shots) and i try to make full body shots to not have SUPER strong sharpen, but i tend to go on the lower end for full body shots aisuhdg

For in game screenshots: This is a bit different, so I import the screenshot that I'm using into a 3840 by 2160 canvas (the size the screenshot was taken with), depending on the shot i may add text, the font i use is Walter Turncoat (in most instances, they vary for different posts lmao), I make sure to color the text depending on whos talking or whats going on, a good example is in the catty drowning post and VDAY prep post, I dont do "[character]: [text]", i like the element of figuring out whos speaking (EVEN if it can be frustrating for me), i try not to make it too challenging to figure out, around my level of reading comprehension (/j), so like Catty is pink, calico is yellow, etc etc. I dont use as much sharpen with these shots since theyre clean as is. A lot of my shots like Gifs are pre-planned and thus is a different story, but in short I usually just edit the gif frames as usual and then put them together later. I also have a custom set of black bars to put around my screenshots bc even tho i do use reshades black bars, sometimes bloom or DOF messes with them, and have to put a clean set above them. I dont really know what to say that is quick, I guess for more "complex" shots, like with moodlets or text messages, i just get the assets online and then edit them for myself 😭

and LASTLY, for renders: Trying to keep this short, I usually just do what I do for the aforementioned shots, but like I said in the CAS shots, weird and sharp shadows are more prominent and I just edit those to make them cleaner and then also just add sharpen and make it brighter or more contrast-y idk 🤧

[purplegirl20]

Pool Day

Pairing: Damian x Self-Insert (Me)

Summary: Me and Damian was having a pool day during a heat wave

Warning: Slight dirty talk, (SMUT 18+), exhibitionism

Tagging: @ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @babiidee28 @sparkleva25 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442 @tmt-77 @blueberryomega

Note: I'm currently still in hiatus but I decided to write a story after seeing his recent pic of him in the pool. I hope you still enjoy my story.

July 12th....

It was sweltering Tuesday afternoon. I returned home after a short day, driving around town, making deliveries. I was sweating through my clothes.

Shaynell: UGH! Thank god I decided to took a half day. They no way in fucking hell that I spend all day under the god damn Sun!

I command Google home to turn on the the air conditioner.

Shaynell: Hey Google. Turn A/C

Google: Sorry. A/C is not connected.

Shaynell: What the hell? Not connected?

I quickly grabs my phone to check on google Home.

Shaynell: What the Fuck? Is not listed? I literally installed this LAST WEEK! UGH! I don't have time for this shit. Maybe I could use the old wall A/C.

I quickly turned on the wall A/C unit in the living room.

Shaynell: Please let it work! Please let it work!

The old A/C starts sputtering, trying to spew cold air until it broke down in an instant.

Shaynell:(angrily) NO! STUPID A/C

I kick the old A/C in frustration.

(creaks)

Shaynell:(gasp) NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO!!!!!!!

The A/C quickly detached itself from the windowsill and broke into a million pieces.

Shaynell:(growls) FUCK!

I slumped down in sweaty defeat.

Shaynell:(crying) This is the worst day ever!

(phone ringing)

Shaynell:(growls) UGH! What now?

I picked my phone.

Shaynell:(sighs) Hello?

Damian: Hey Mija. How are you?

Shaynell: Oh Damian! Hey. It been a while.

Damian: It has been. I miss you. I just want to check up on you. Anything new with you?

Shaynell: Yea about that. It hasn't been a good day for me.

Damian: Really? What wrong?

Shaynell: Well long story short. Both my smart A/C and my Wall A/C decided to break down and I'm sweating like a pig.

Damian: Wow. That really crazy.

Shaynell:(sighs) Yea.

Damian: Hmm. How about you come to my place and we hang out at the pool?

Shaynell: Aw. You do that? For me?

Damian: Of course. I wouldn't want my princess to suffer in this heat.

Shaynell: Oh Damian. Thank you.

Damian: Of course. Can I ask you a favor?

Shaynell: Ok. What is it?

Damian: You know that 2-tone purple halter bikini I got you last year?

Shaynell: Yea?

Damian:(smirks) I want you to wear it.

Shaynell:(blushing) Ok.

Damian: See you then.

We quickly hangs up the phone. I wipes away my tears

Shaynell:(sighs) At least their a silver lining in this bs.

I quickly grabs my tote bag to put my bikini, flip flops, beach towel, along with an extra set of clothes.

Shaynell: Alright. I'm ready.

I grabs my phone and tote bag and left the house and drive off to his house.

Shaynell:(sighs) I cant wait to get into that pool.

I finally arrive at his house. I grab the keys out from my tote bag and open the door.

I quickly went inside the house and went straight to the guest bathroom to change into my bikini.

Shaynell:(sighs) Alright. Here go nothing.

I stepped outside of the bathroom and went outside to the pool. I saw Damian, lounging on top of a inflatable, golden dragon pool float.

Shaynell:(chuckling) Look like someone is having a great time.

Damian: Mija. It good to see you.

I smile and sat at the poolside. He smile and he swam towards me. He smirks and gave me a kiss, making me chuckle.

Shaynell:(blushing) Thank you for inviting me.

Damian:(chuckling) You're welcome. You look ravishing in purple.

Shaynell:(blushing) Thank you.

He smiles and kiss me again.

Shaynell: You look cute on that float.

Damian: Thank you. I got on it amazon for 50 bucks.

Shaynell: Cool.

Damian: I got you a unicorn float as well.

Shaynell:(gasp) Nice.

I jumped into the pool and climbed onto the unicorn float.

Shaynell:(sighs) Now, I feel relaxed.

Damian: Aw. I'm glad.

He climbed back on the float and resume lounging

Shaynell:(sighs) What the day. I need this.

Damian: I know.

Shaynell:(sighs) Sorry that I haven't talk to you in a while. I was dealing with alot of stuff lately.

Damian: Really?

Shaynell: Yea. It the usual. Gas and food prices keep getting higher and higher. So I've been pulling overtime again.

Damian:(sighs) Again?

Shaynell:(sighs) Yea. Constantly dropping people off at airport before 4th of July weekends, and doing last minute deliveries. The usual.

Damian:(sighs) Mija.

Shaynell: I know. But you were so busy with visiting Rhea during her recovery and trying to convince Dom to join judgement day.

Damian:(sighs) I Know.

Shaynell: I guess we been busy lately.

Damian: Yes. But I still think about you when I travel.

Shaynell: Aw. I always think about you too.

He smiles and kiss me on the lips.

Shaynell:(smiles) I miss your kisses.

Damian: I miss you in my bed, holding you in my arms.

Shaynell: I miss your dick slipping inside my pussy.

Damian: I miss kissing and sucking on your clit.

Shaynell:(chuckling) What else do you miss?

Damian: Well, I miss licking and nibbling your ear.

He leans towards me and starts nibbling my ear.

Shaynell:(giggling) Oh Damian!

Damian:(giggling) I love your giggles. Such a huge turn on.

He continue nibbling my ears until we tipped over and fell into pool.

Damian and Shaynell:(screams) AHH!

Shaynell: Oh my god!

I quickly left the pool and sat at the poolside.

Shaynell: Fuck.

Damian quickly followed me and sat next to me. He wrapped his arms around me.

Shaynell:(blushing) Damian...

He smirks and quickly remove my bikini top, exposing my wet breasts.

Shaynell: Damian! What the F--

Before I could finished my sentence, I was quickly silenced with his tongue, sucking on my wet tits.

Shaynell:(moaning) Oh God.

Damian: Shh, Shh, Shh. Let my hands and tongue do all the talking.

He quickly tweak my nipples, making me wince in pleasure and pain.

Shaynell:(moaning)

Damian:(chuckling) Your body feels good on my fingers.

He leans towards me and passionately kiss me.

Shaynell and Damian:(moans)

He then slips his hand to into my bikini and starts rubbing my clit, making me blush and moan.

Shaynell:(blushing) Damian...

Damian:(chuckling) I forgot how sensitive you pussy is.

He then starts spreading my pussy lips. He then starts licking and nibbling my neck.

Shaynell:(giggling) Oh God! Damian!

Damian bites his bottom lips in arousal as I moan.

Damian:(chuckling) I love the way you moans. Such as huge turn on. I need more of it.

He quickly moves away from me and ripped the bikini bottom from me, making me fully naked.

Damian:(chuckling) You look so beautiful without your clothes on.

He quickly spreads my legs wide open and starts eating me out, causing me gasp and moan.

Shaynell:(moans) Bunuelos....

Damian:(chuckling) I miss the taste of your pussy.

He continue licking and sucking on my plumps lips, making me gasp and moaning for me.

Shaynell:(moans) More. More. Give me more! Please

Damian:(smirks) Such a greedy little slut.

He continue letting his tongue dart in and out of my pussy, making me gasp in pleasure.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh god!

Damian:(chuckling) I love the taste of you. I've been craving it for the longest.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Damian.

He stops pleasing my pussy, causing me to whine.

Shaynell:(whining) NO! Why did you stop? I was enjoying it.

He quickly silenced my shoving two of his thick digits into my pussy, causing me to moan once again.

Shaynell:(moans) Bunuelos...

Damian:(chuckling) You're such a whiny, greedy whore, aren't you? Begging to be fucked.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian....

Damian:(smirks) So beautiful.

He continue rubs my sensitive nubs as he continue fingering me.

Shaynell:(moans) So good.

I was grinding towards his fingers, wanting more.

Shaynell:(moans) Fuck!

Damian: You're so ready for my cock.

He pulled down his swim shorts, exposing his now throbbing cock. He starts rubbing his shaft and look at me with a lustful expression.

Shaynell:(gasp) Damian!

He quickly get on top of me and roughly kiss me. He position himself and slowly rams his cock inside of my wet pussy.

Shaynell:(moans) OH GOD!

Damian:(grunts) You miss me? You miss how I fuck that slutty pussy of yours?

Shaynell:(moans) YES! I miss your cock so much!

He chuckled and quickly increased his thrust.

Shaynell:(moans) OH DAMIAN! I MISS YOUR COCK SO FUCKING MUCH! I FUCKING-

Damian quickly covers my mouth with his hands.

Damian:(whispers) Callate la boca, Mija. We don't want the neighbor to hear us fucking each other. Got it?

I silently nod my head.

Damian:(chuckling) Good.

He continue fucking me hard and rough. I starts whimpering and moaning as my pussy was being stretched.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Oh God!

My toes were curling from the my pussy pounding.

Damian: You love it?

Shaynell:(whimpering) I love it! I FUCKING IT LOVE IT!

He smirks and roughly kiss me, making me gasp for air. As I was getting lost into sexual bliss, I felt my pussy convulses.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Damian! I'm going to cum! Please let me cum!

Damian quickly thrust until he pulls out and cum over my belly. I rubs my sensitive clit until I spew my clear, sticky love juice.

Shaynell:(whimpering)

Damian smirks and starts licking and sucking my pussy for my essence.

Damian:(chuckling) I love the taste of your nectar.

Shaynell:(whimpering)

He smiles and leans towards me and kiss me, making me blush and moan.

Shaynell:(moaning) Damian....

Damian:(chuckling) Did you enjoy your time with me?

Shaynell:(smiles) I do. I miss you.

Damian: I miss you too, Mija.

He smiles and wraps his arm around me and hold me tight.

Shaynell: Damian...

I smile and hold onto him tight.

Shaynell:(sighs) I know it kinda weird, but is it ok that I stay with you for the night? My A/C kinda broke.

Damian: Don't worry. We'll buy an A/C for you and we'll deal with the Smart A/C as well.

Shaynell: Damian. Thank you!

He smiles and kiss me on the lips, making me smile and blush.

Damian: How about we order some Chinese takeout and relax?

Shaynell:(smiles) I would like that.

He smiles and pick me up. He carry me bridal style and kiss me, making me blush.

Damian: Now let take a shower together.

Shaynell: Of course.

We smile and went inside his house to start our relaxation.

[bibuckbuckley]

wip wednesday

Tagged by my beloveds @madneyfiles and @bibuddie tysm babes!! ❤❤❤

This is for chapter 2 of sweet loves of mine

After a while of sitting in Bobby’s office, a knock comes from his door. Buck turns to see Chimney tentatively opening it. 

“Hey. Everything okay? You’ve been here for a while.”

“I’m fine. I-I just…” He contemplates telling him. If he does, there’s no way Chimneh could keep this from Maddie, and Buck doesn’t want to ask that of him, but it’d only be just a little bit before Buck tells her later tonight. So he takes in a deep breath before letting it out and says, “I have kids.”

Chimney’s eyes widen to impressive lengths. “Kids? As in plural?”

“Yeah. Twins.” 

He blinks. “Wow, do I wanna make a joke about Buck 1.0 but I’ll refrain.”

Buck huffs out a laugh. “Thanks.”

Chimney then gives him a serious look. “So I take it you didn't find out because the mother decided to finally tell you?" 

"No, uh," he looks down and clears his throat, "she died yesterday morning." 

"Fuck, Buck that sucks. I'm so sorry."

"Thanks."

"So are you trying to get custody?" 

"Yeah. I'm their next of kin but the state has to approve of me first. I have a home interview tomorrow." 

"Wait, are they going to stay at Eddie's?" 

He nods. 

"Where are they going to sleep? Because, it's been a long time since I had to deal with CPS as a kid, but I'm pretty sure it's still a rule that they have to stay in a room."

"Oh shit, I didn't even think about that." 

"It's okay." Eddie reassures him. "We'll tell her that we're planning on moving as soon as possible and that they'll even have their own rooms when we find a place. And in the meantime I'll see if Christopher is okay with them staying in his room for the time being." 

"Are you sure?" Buck asks. 

"Wait, hold on." Chimney interjects, his hands forming the "time-out" symbol. "Eddie, did you just say "we"? As in you're both planning on moving?" 

Buck blinks at his best friend. "Wait, you did. Eds?" 

Eddie gives him an indecipherable look. "We'll talk about this when we get home." 

Home. 

Eddie has got to stop talking like that or else Buck is going to scream his confession at the top of his lungs. 

But he can refrain. Because he's strong and he has two kids he needs to think about now – three, if he's counting Christopher, which he still is even though Chris is not really his son. Eddie is willing to help him so much, so the best Buck can do is continue to push it aside like always. 

He can do this. 

He definitely doesn't feel like his world is spinning. 

Okay, maybe a little. But still. 

He can do this. 

Maybe, he'll finally believe it after saying it a couple hundred times. 

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