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[yes-i-exist-shutup]

Very off topic but I want to write about a medieval indian princess whos trying to find out who murdered her twin brother bcs it was definitely not an assassination while also secretly controlling the royal military by using the general's devotion to her while also trying to avoid her assassination and trying to keep her kill count a secret. Uh

[stuffedfullbabe]

part 4 or 5 of the Catheter posts. (as gender neutral sub and male dom. can be anything tho)

You and your partner have been testing the limits as to how much you can hold. By drinking various diuretics', copious amounts of water, limiting your intake, drinking a mix of water and your partners piss as well as filling your own bladder with warm water, cold water and saline over time. All to say that you can now hold quite a bit.

You and your partner have planned to drive across the country (US) to visit some friends and see the sights of small towns and large cities that you've never visited. The first leg of the trip is a 9 hour drive, you two had planned not to take any stops unless the driver needed a break. You both had filled the car with stuff a day prior, so only your backpacks and a few personal items were left. You had a few days of not holding leading up to this, just to keep your bladder strong - but you were forced into wearing a rather large plug during that time.

What you hadn't planned for was your partner not letting you pee in the morning. As the two of you raced around the house, grabbing final things you moved towards the bathroom "Nope! We don't have time." your partner said, pulling you out of the house and into the car. "If you really need to go when we get to the first rest stop in two hours then sure but after that we aren't stopping!" You were thankful that you did not need to go very badly, but you knew that you needed some relief at the rest stop.

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At the rest stop, the two of you got food and you waited for your partner to use the bathroom. You went in with them and they pulled you into one of the stalls, making you sit on the toilet. "just go already" your partner mumbled as they opened the backpack on their back. You go, feeling your bladder finally empty - however after a moment you feel something slide into place. You look down to see your partner has just slid a catheter line into your bladder. This was nothing new for you, but you did not expect them to bring any on the drive.

"I don't want to stop again in another two hours, knowing your bladder. Deal with it." they whispered, thankful that only you two were in there. Once the balloon on the inside of you bladder was inflated, to ensure nothing came out - your partner pulled out a funnel and attached it to the line coming out of you. "I never said I was going to use the bathroom properly did I?" they had a mischievous look on their face before they began peeing into the funnel. You watched in mild shock and horror as your once empty bladder filled - your partner must have been holding all night for it to get this full. Their piss filled you to just under half capacity.

You whimpered as they plugged the line back up and slapped your bladder. "This isn't coming out till we get to the hotel." You nodded and pulled your underwear back on, then your pants , before leaving the bathroom.

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Two hours later, and you are ahead of schedule, the nine hour drive is now a seven hour drive and your nearly halfway there. You reach the halfway point's 'on the go' station. You wait with anticipation, wondering if your partner - now dom - will use you again or what. Your partner parks the car in the furthest corner of the parking lot. Furthest from the road and building. They got out of the car and headed to the back door behind yours, pulling out a Gatorade and passing it to you, while also grabbing another bottle of water for themselves. Since the first rest stop, they've drank through three of the 20 pack of water bottles. You watch as they wiggle a bit while putting their water in the middle console. They close the door and wander back over to you, opening your door.

"Pants down. I need to pee." You do as they say and pull out the same funnel. You stay sitting and watch as their piss flows directly into your bladder, wincing when it hits capacity. They haven't stopped peeing though. You whine as they keep going, letting everything out - and finally it stops. You watch as they plug you right back up. "My, look at that. Your bladder looks like a little balloon!" You look down to see that yes, your bladder is bursting and is visibly puffing outwards. Your partner watches as your slowly pull your clothes back on and they buckle you in, making sure that the seat belt only gets tighter the more you move.

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You finally reach the hotel, Your bladder hurts, your whimpering as the car goes over a speed bump and through a pothole. Finally the car has stopped. "We're at the hotel baby" your partner says lovingly "You've got a bit of this Gatorade left. How about you chug it now and then we can go in. I'll give you the room key so that you can head up first, but you cant go pee okay? If you have the urge just go while your alone, come back down to me and I'll hold your hand until were done okay?"

You agree and go ahead to the room. You check the room out - queen bed and a small desk. There's a bar fridge, a coffee machine and the bathroom is huge. Also the wall separating the bathroom and the room is half frosted glass, half clear glass. You can see into the bathroom. You whimper as you spot the toilet through the frosted glass. 'No I must be good! I can wait' you mumble to yourself as you carefully get up from the bed and check out the bathroom. Despite your mind yelling at you to go pee, you find yourself ignoring it, instead staring at the rainfall shower. It looked soooo nice!!! A shower in that after holding for so long??? a dream!

You take one last glance at the toilet before walking out of the bathroom and back to the bed. You sit on it carefully, being very conscious of your massive bladder. Your partner/dom enters the room with a few of your things, just clothes, some snack and drinks and toiletries. They look at you, noticing that your bladder really is showing. "The lady at the front desk asked me if you were pregnant. I had to say yes. Honestly baby, you look pregnant. Have you seen yourself?" they say, pulling you to your feet, not caring about being gentle. You whine at the sudden movement but see how massive your bladder really is. The floor to ceiling mirror shows your massive bladder sticking out, bulging forwards -when your dom lifts your shirt you can see its a little red.

"Your so cute" your dom whispers "So full for me. So much piss inside you that isn't even yours to begin with." they practically groan. You whimper as they begin to massage your massive bladder, a simple press would have made you burst if not for the catheter line. They press harder, feeling that your bladder really is rock solid. They begin rubbing and pressing lightly on your bladder - all while their other hand is groping your body. You barely notice as they pull your clothes off you - till they harshly tug you into the bathroom. Your eyes water as they press you to the wall of the shower, your bladder being compressed by the wall.

You begin to cry and beg to pee when they release you. They turn the shower on and look you in the eyes "Ill take the catheter out if you can hold it until the line is out ok?" You nod and let them take it out, squeezing your whole body until its out "You can go baby." You try to and you find you cant, you whine as you keep trying. You partner sighs and presses on your bladder, finally emptying you. They leave the shower for second to grab the shower stool and place you on it "There you go, let it all out."

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You wake up a few hours later in the comfy bed, in your pajamas and with a completely empty bladder "Ill be easy on you tomorrow. We are here for another day or two." You cuddle into your partner and fall asleep

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[sarahreesbrennan]

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[deepdisireslonging]

A Throne Fit for a Queen

The Reader escapes her own birthday with her lover to see what gift he’s hidden away for her. They put it to use, learning together only the beginning of its capabilities.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, sex chair, oral (female receiving), creampie, cw Food mention

Word Count: 2500

Note: Happy birthday to my writing bestie, @neversatisfiedgirl! This was going to be a quick smutty fluffy ficlet… and then I fell down a research hole. Happy reading!

It had been a well-meant gesture. Kenny had planned everything. Had been since the beginning of the year, seemingly more excited for your birthday than you or your own mother. We’re talking the venue, the cake, the pile of presents in one corner. And what felt like hundreds of your closest friends and family from across multiple wrestling companies. All gathered together for you. The extravagance awed you.

“I just completed another orbit around the sun. I’m not retiring,” you muttered under your breath. Still, a smile wasn’t far off as you watched the master of ceremonies pelt Damian with a series of streamers, hopelessly entangling his victim. You giggled behind your hand as Rhea tried to help him out.

Then warm hands slid around your middle. A lingering kiss nestled into the curve of your neck. When you hummed and leaned into the strong torso behind you, a growl answered.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“As if anyone else would dare to hold me like this.” You turned in his arms, draping your own across his shoulders to play with the short hairs at the base of his neck. “Finn, darling, what are you up to?”

He pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t wish my best girl a happy birthday?”

“I suppose.” You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip. “Your best girl, huh? How many girls you got in reserve there, Cassanova?”

“Ha. Ha.” He gave your hips a squeeze. “Just one. Even if I tried to have other girls, they’d always be jealous about how much time and affection I lavish on you.”

“Good to hear.”

Finn smiled into the kiss you gave him, smirking when a few whistles and hoots tried to distract him. “Looks like this party’s in full swing. Would you like your present before Kenny pulls us back into the fray?”

You rolled your eyes. “You already gave me my presents. They were lovely. I really don’t need anything-“

“I know. But,” he bobbled his head with a sparkle in his eye, “I’ve got something else that I hope you can use year-round.”

Intriguing. All of his other presents had been wonderful. Just what you wished for. Apparently, he had been keeping a list whenever you mentioned needing or wanting something, and taking note of things you let linger through your hands while out shopping. You wondered what this one could be, and when you had wished for it. “What is it?”

“Do. You. Want. Your. Present?”

With a big sigh, you dragged out your answer, “yes.”

Off to one side, a flash of red hair darted behind Kevin Owens. A slice of cake splattered all over his face a second later. You’d have to find out later if it was Becky or Sami from one of the closer witnesses. If anyone hazarded to squeal. Finn used the distraction to his advantage. He took hold of your wrist, deftly dragging you through the crowd of laughing and partying guests, until you made the escape to a back hallway. Like a child about to get into infinite trouble, he looked both ways before crashing through a door with you.

The lighting was dim. But candles flickered all around the small space that was probably nothing more than a large closet.

“How-“

Finn cut off your question with a smoldering kiss that made your knees wobble. “Kenny asked me for tips about celebrating you, of course. Originally planned today as a surprise party-“

“Oh, dear-“

“Exactly. But I talked him out of it. And set up my own party space while he was directing everyone else.” His hands lingered up your sides, leaving tingling, hot trails in their wake. You whimpered into his mouth as his touch toyed with the flowy hem of your party dress. “Liking everything so far?”

“Mhmm.” You caught his bottom of lip between your teeth, sucking on it till he pulled himself away to bury his face in your cleavage. “So… I get to use you year-round?”

“Mhmm.”

Then you caught sight of what was in the center of the room. You had wondered if a “pinned-to-the-wall” quickie was the present. Not that it was a bad thing, but not usually Finn’s detailed style. But the centerpiece, that made a lot more sense. How in the world had he gotten that thing in here without anyone noticing?

Finn felt your breath stutter under his ministrations. He followed your gaze. “Oh, yes. That. You are always welcome to use me all year, but I figured maybe you could use and be used on something ornate enough to enthrone my Queen.”

It was a King Edward chair. You knew the one. Designed for the “playboy prince” of the Victorian era. Scholars still didn’t know all the positions that could be accomplished on it. Now that you had your own, and a willing partner to experiment with, maybe you could find out. Already your imagination was swirling with the possibilities. How Finn could take you with you spread across it. Or vise versa. Whereas the original was in white and gold with floral cushions, this one was black and silver with red cushions. The perfect private throne for a Demon King or his Queen.

But Finn wasn’t letting you move. He sank to his knees, pinning you against the door by your hips while his head disappeared under your dress. You covered your mouth as his nose pressed into the front of your sensible undergarments. He nipped your inner thigh for it.

“Everyone’s at the party. No one around to hear you.” With a chuckle, he peeked out from under the fabric. “Unless we really get into it.” From one kneecap to the next, he placed a gentle kiss on your skin. “Don’t hold back, m'aingeal. It’s your day and I want you to feel everything.”

You nodded, letting your hand drop to his hair. With the other, you held back your skirt to watch what he was doing to you. With a pleased hum, he again pressed his nose into your sex, nudging about before catching the fabric waistband with his teeth. His nails and teeth lightly scraped against your skin as he desperately worked to bare you to him. The sight of your slick made him ferocious. He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder. Then, he really began to work. Tongue and fingers. Humming and sucking. You leaned your head back against the door, panting and doing your best not to thrust into his face.

All the while, you could see the chair. A pleasurable threat. A dangerous promise.

“Getting close, féileacán?”

You were. But all you could do was moan an affirmation. Your release was approaching. Fluttering nearer with each curl of his fingers, or jolting you with a nip to your thigh.

He added another digit to the ones already stretching you out. Then, when his mouth enveloped you, you fell apart. Your fingers shakily dug into his scalp, making him groan and prolong your pleasure with the vibrations. Those vibrations told hold of your whole body. Your lungs quaked in their cage next to your frantically beating heart, aiding the spotting of your vision. Your other hand dropped your skirt, reaching above you to claw against the door. You were aware of his movements to bring you down slowly, and to bring himself back into the flickering light. But mostly you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Then he was kissing at the underside of your jaw. He smeared your skin with the essence he had just drawn from you.

“We-“ you licked your lips, “we need to go back-“

“Do you really think I was going to show you your present… and then not use it with you at least till one orgasm? Oh, leanbh,” he tugged on your waist, “we’re just getting started.”

That promise dragged a whimper from your soul.

But once you stood in front of the chair, you had to wonder: how were you supposed to… mount this thing? Tilting your head, you considered a few ways. Maybe if you climbed up on it first, you could rotate to lay on your back?

You had just leaned over it to do just that when Finn flicked up the back of your skirt and began to knead the globes of your seat.

“Forget that iced monstrosity out there,” he gave your ass a slap, “I’ve got the sweetest treat right here.”

Another few slaps helped you up, where you could turn to lay on your back. The foot rests (stirrups?) did help you keep your position instead of sliding off. But they also arched your legs *way* open. Finn’s brilliant blue eyes were enraptured by the sight. Unblinking, he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Like a moth to a flame, he drew closer until the bulge trapped in his jeans was close enough for your sex to feel the heat. He took hold of the grips standing up next to your ribs. His knuckles turned white, the only evidence how much this man was holding back from blowing his load from the view alone.

You sat up. And reached for his front button. His hands met yours there. Together, you raced to release his cock into the open. When it finally sprung free, he gave a gasp of relief. The eagerness of it, warm and stiff in your hand, made your mouth water. But leaned over you, making sure to place your hands on the grips firmly enough to tell you that you needed to hang on.

Murmuring filthy Irish curses under his breath, he toyed with you further by sliding his cock through your slick. The head bumped your clit from time to time, making you whine.

“Please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Of course not, Love. I just- hmm. I can’t get enough of you being so wet for me. So ready. Making those sounds of yours. Calling out for me like you do when you beg. But you’re right. I can’t make the birthday girl wait.”

Inch by glorious inch, he filled you. You fully leaned back into the chair, hanging onto the grips for dear life. When he was fully seated within you, and panting with the feel of you around his length, his own hands joined yours on the grips. Thankfully, he started slow. You would have flown apart instantly at that angle if he’d pounded into you immediate like he wanted to. Faintly you could hear the music of the party still going on beyond the walls. But soon, all you could focus on hearing was the slapping of Finn’s hips colliding with yours. His grunts and gasps as he speared deeper and deeper. Your own cries and jumbled words as you pleaded with him to move one way or the other. And the creaking of the chair. The faster he went, the more his hands slid down the grips until they rested over yours. That slightest contact of skin dazzled you.

“Please, please, please-“

Whatever you were begging for, Finn answered in full force. It didn’t take long, despite feeling like you’d been dangling on the edge of a precipice for an eternity, before Finn’s thrusts stuttered. He reached for your clit, thumbing over it until you were weeping his name. He watched, enraptured, as you came apart. Chest heaving. Hair plastered around your forehead. And he watched your lips murmuring like he was waiting.

Your grip on the bars faltered as he kept moving, chasing his own release. “Come on, mo rí diabhal. Fill me, possess me, like only you can-“

With a roar, he did just that. He pumped all he had to give into you. When he was finally spent, he fell over you, his head resting on your breasts.

Again, the distant drifting of the party sounds found you. And, despite the incredible desire to stay just where you were, curling your fingers into his hair, you eventually made the first move to leave. He groaned, irritated when he had to pull himself out of you. He fixed his pants, but stood in the way of your dismount. You cradled his head to your shoulder, wondering if he could still smell the post-orgasmic kiss he gave you earlier.

“We need to go back.”

“Yeah.”

“We smell like sex.” You shot him a playful frown when he seemed unperturbed. “What are going to tell people when they ask where we’ve been?”

“The truth.” He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you couldn’t avoid his gaze. “I had to give the birthday girl her present.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Oh? Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And if they ask what the present was?” You gripped his wrist, but he refused to budge.

“We’ll tell them, ‘what do you think’ and leave it at that.” He quickly kissed you before letting you go. “You don’t think I’d tell them about our new toy, did you?” He helped you off the chair and back into your panties, not missing an opportunity to feel you up again. “I would never. It’s our secret. Though we’ve got to end this shindig quick. I’m not through with you.”

You rolled your eyes, starting to wonder who the present was actually for. “No?”

“Not in the slightest. And it’s portable. I’m thinking about attaching wheels to the bottom so we can move it around.”

You startled. Then grinned. “It might look a little odd… rolling this thing around the airport.” You giggled when his surprised face matched yours at what he had insinuated.

“I was thinking-“ his voice cracked. After clearing his throat he tried again, “I was thinking about moving it to different rooms in the house.” He stepped close, once again pinning you to the door so he could whisper in your ear. “Perhaps tie you down to it. Cover those pretty eyes of yours so you’re disorientated. Only able to think about what I’ll do to you.” He snickered and stepped back. “But I like the way you think. Maybe I can borrow someone’s jet sometime and really take you higher than the mile-high club. Remember that flight to Toronto?”

Your pussy threatened to gush again with the memory. “Maybe.”

A wicked gleam filled his gaze. “Then let’s finish up this party quick so I can get you home.”

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[garadinervi]

100 things not worth repeating: on repetition, Edited by Marianne Holm Hansen, LemonMelon, 2011, Edition of 350

[quicksilver-castiel]

In the family way

A birthday gift for @heavenssexiestangel - happy birthday, bestie!

Omegaverse, Gadreel/Dean and Midam, ca. 2.8k of mostly fluff and some brotherly bonding.

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Despite how carefully Gadreel tried to move, Dean still grumbled in his sleep, pressing his back against Gadreel’s front as if to tell him to come back, stat. Smiling, Gadreel brushed a hand through Dean’s tousled hair, which was shining almost golden where stripes of light fell on him through the blinds. It had been getting longer, framing his pretty face and occasionally falling over his eyes and making him squint adorably.

The memory of those occasions made Gadreel smile, and he leaned over to kiss Dean’s temple.

“I must go to work, love,” he whispered against Dean’s skin, and got a disgruntled sound as response.

“Play hooky,” Dean slurred, obviously not as asleep as Gadreel had thought him to be.

“Love,” Gadreel chided him, “you know that I shouldn’t.”

Dean sighed, and turned towards him, blinking his eyes open. Gadreel shifted on the bed, making space for Dean’s belly.

“Yeah, I know,” Dean said, but he was pouting.

Dean knew how important Gadreel’s work was, and that he was watched more closely and judged more harshly than most others. Even though his relationship to his family was better than it had ever been in his life, he was still the grand-child of the man who had supposedly betrayed them.

Gadreel had never been certain about his grand-father’s motivations in his collaboration with a rival family, but it still weighed heavily on him even all these decades later. Sombrely, Gadreel touched Dean’s belly. His own children would be rid of that stigma, he thought. He would make sure that no one, in or out of the family, would ever treat them as less than.

“Babe?” Dean asked, his voice soft as he cupped Gadreel’s face with one hand while the other hand came to rest on top of Gadreel’s on his belly. “You okay?”

“Yes, love.” Gadreel leaned in to kiss him, ignoring Dean’s morning breath. Dean also graciously didn’t mention Gadreel’s morning breath in return. “Go back to sleep.”

“What, so you can skip breakfast?” Dean grunted, and threw the covers off himself. “No way. I’m making omelette."

“You don’t have to,” Gadreel said, but Dean was already sitting up, stretching and running a hand through his hair. It did nothing to fix how wildly the strands stuck out from his head, but it was still entirely adorable.

“I’ll even put in that horrible green stuff you like,” Dean said as he put on his slippers. They were soft and fluffy and Gadreel always forgot what the character they were modelled after was called. It was from one of those shows starting with Star.

“Red paprika and corn aren’t green,” Gadreel teased him as he got up from the bed too, and finally turned on the light.

Dean groaned at the sudden assault on his eyes, and even Gadreel had to blink a few times before he adjusted to the brightness.

“It’s green in spirit,” Dean muttered as he pulled on his robe, and he trotted out of the room to go downstairs.

Gadreel smiled at Dean’s back, and the big Starforce sign - or whatever it was called - on the robe, before turning to his wardrobe and selecting clothes for the day. It should be a slow day, he thought, but then in his profession, you never really knew beforehand.

With some clothes in hand, Gadreel went to the bathroom, and emerged a few minutes later freshly showered and dressed. As he walked down the stairs, he could already hear and smell the signs of Dean’s heavenly cooking. There was also music on, and Dean was humming along to the voice of Belinda Carlisle.

Dean had been dismissive at first about Gadreel’s taste in music, but as time had gone on, he’d come around to some of the artists.

Gadreel walked up behind Dean, who stopped swaying his hips and leaned back against him when Gadreel circled him with his arm.

“The omelettes are gonna burn,” Dean said with a smile in his voice.

Gadreel kissed his temple and patted his belly one more time before drawing back and setting the table.

“Busy or slow day today?” Dean asked after a while, as he transferred the omelettes onto plates for them. He said it casually, but Gadreel could see the tension in his shoulders.

“Slow,” he just said, and watched Dean relax.

They both knew that something might happen at any time, but Gadreel preferred not to think about it too much. If something happened to Gadreel, at least as his mate, Dean would be able to keep the house. Some of his money may go to the rest of Gadreel’s family, but he thought that they would help Dean if it came to that.

Not that it would. Gadreel would give his all to always come back home to Dean in the evening.

Every evening.

Gadreel had been gone for two hours when someone rang the doorbell.

Dean had been resting on the couch after cleaning the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom - something that Gadreel always told him not to do while pregnant, but couldn’t stop him from doing when he wasn’t there.

Now Dean heaved himself off the couch. He checked who was standing in front of the door through their security camera feed, as Ree had taught him. Then he grinned, and opened the door.

“Hey,” Adam said, frowning at Dean’s grin. “Did I interrupt something? Gadreel isn’t here, right?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Can’t a guy be happy to see his brother? Come in.”

Adam huffed, but stepped inside, hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I’m just here to check on the bulge,” he said, his expression softening when he looked at Dean’s belly.

Dean put a hand on it. “The bulge is good. And so am I, thanks for asking,” Dean teased him, and led him towards the living room. “You want anything? Coffee?”

Adam sighed as he sat down on the couch. “I wanna say yes, but Raph’s gonna kill me if I break my promise about drinking less caffeine.”

“Dude’s a hypocrite. Have you seen how much of the stuff he drinks?” Dean huffed, and sat down next to Adam.

“Sure he’s a hypocrite, just like everyone else in this family.”

It was still surreal to hear Adam just casually dunk on members of one of the most dangerous families in the area. But then, he was as close to the main family as he could be, and was allowed to.

“How’s Michael?” Dean asked, not because he really cared, but because he was always trying to gauge from Adam’s reaction to the question if the two were doing okay, or if Dean needed to get his little brother out of that relationship.

Adam sighed. Oh no.

“Recently, he’s been… having ideas,” Adam said.

Dean tensed. “What kind of ideas?”

Adam’s eyes flitted back to Dean’s belly. “You know how technically, Alphas can get pregnant?”

Dean blinked at him. Yes, it was technically possible - highly unlikely, but doable.

“Wait… he wants to impregnate you???”

Adam looked at him as if he was the stupidest person alive. “What? No, he knows I don’t want that.”

“But then…” Dean’s brain short-circuited. Adam and Michael were both Alphas…

Adam sighed. “Don’t tell him I told you, but he’s been practically gagging for it lately. It’s like he’s in rut, even though that won’t be for another few weeks…”

Dean stared at him, gaping. Michael Shurley, head of the top mafia family, alpha-est of Alphas, who ruled the city without mercy… was gagging to have a baby put into him?!

“He even spoke to Raphael. There are ways to make it more likely,” Adam kept talking, apparently not noticing that Dean was already reeling from this info.

“And you…” Dean shook his head, trying to get his wits together. “You don’t want a kid?”

“Don’t get me wrong. A kid would be great,” Adam said defensively. “I just always figured we’d adopt. The risk of complications is higher for Alphas, and then there’s Michael’s work…”

Something clicked for Dean. “You’re worried about him.”

Adam looked unhappy. “I know he can take care of himself, but…”

“He’s your mate,” Dean said gently, “it’s normal that you’re worried.”

Adam huffed. “I’m also worried that my dick will fall off if we keep doing it that often.”

“Okay, TMI.” Dean held up his hands and Adam laughed.

“Sorry. We were supposed to be talking about you, and the bulge.”

“We already did. Me ‘n the bulge are good. But are you sure you don’t want that coffee? Sounds like Michael’s keeping you awake a lot.” Dean grinned as Adam huffed again.

Adam looked tempted, but shook his head. “If we really get a kid, it won’t help if one of the dads dies of a heart attack.”

Dean snorted. “Our mates are in the wrong line of work to be worried about that.”

Adam looked at him for a long moment. “Do you regret it? Mating Gadreel?”

“Hell no,” Dean said, putting both hands on his belly. “Meeting Ree is the best thing that ever happened to me. I would never regret making him my mate.”

Adam looked at him calculatingly for a long moment. Then a smile passed over his face. “Yeah, I figured. You guys are sickeningly lovey-dovey,” he teased.

Dean huffed. “Oh, and you and Michael aren’t sweet on each other at all.”

“Please. We’re very subtle.”

“U-huh. That why you always sit basically in each other’s laps? Subtlety?”

Adam rolled his eyes, but he was smiling again. “Shut up.”

Dean hesitated. “You know, I didn’t think it was a good thing at first. You and Michael.”

Adam shrugged. “Well, I thought at first that Gadreel was using you, so. Can’t really judge you for that.”

Dean nodded, feeling tension bleeding out of his shoulders. His baby brother wasn’t mad at him anymore. And not just that, but Adam was all grown up, thinking about having kids with his mate.

It felt like yesterday that Adam had been a cranky teenager, mad at everything and everyone.

“Hey, did you already think of a name?” Adam asked.

“For the kid?” Dean massaged his belly. “Not really. We have some options, but couldn’t really settle on one yet.”

“Michael already has a list.” Adam sighed.

Dean stopped in his movements. “I thought he wasn’t even pregnant yet?”

“He’s not. But you know him, he’s kind of a control-freak. He has lists for everything. Spreadsheets, even. Everytime he finds a new name, he sends me the updated list - it has the names, meanings, culture of origin, as well as several links to sources to make sure the meaning is correct.” Adam rolled his eyes when Dean just stared at him. “Like I said. Control-freak. I mean, not that it’s wrong to want to get the meaning right, you know, but then I also don’t see a reason to call our kid by a name from another culture. Would feel a little weird, I guess. And I know all the biblical names have been used up in his family at this point. But maybe, I don’t know, we could go with something traditional. Bob. Jerry.” Adam looked away. “Kate. You know…”

After Adam’s mom. Dean nodded. “Yeah. I’ve also been thinking about going with ‘Mary’ if the kid’s a girl.”

Adam blinked at him. “You don’t know yet?”

Dean shrugged. “Ree knows. I asked him not to tell me. People get so crazy about this stuff - what’s the primary gender, what’s the secondary, as if that means anything about the person the kid will become. I don’t want to get presents for the kid all in one colour, and I don’t want to fall into that trap myself. At least until the kid is born, I don’t want to build up weird expectations.”

Adam nodded thoughtfully.

“We’re going to paint the kid’s room in all the colours of the rainbow,” Dean added.

“Well, as the resident gay uncle, I approve,” Adam said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Or pan uncle, or whatever. You know what I mean.”

Dean ducked his head, trying to hide his smile. Adam had never called himself the kid’s uncle before.

“Anyway, the other resident gay uncle will be all over the kid once it’s here.” Adam sighed. “Michael is already looking at baby clothes all the time, so expect a shit ton of those as presents.”

“He really has baby fever, huh,” Dean said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Yup. It’s kind of cute, but also kind of annoying.”

Only Adam could use both ‘cute’ and ‘annoying’ for Michael without having to fear for his life.

“Oh, well.” Adam cleared his throat and got up. “I didn’t mean to rant at you all day. Uh, call me if you guys need help painting the nursery.”

Dean had been planning on painting it himself, but if it would mean spending more time with his brother… maybe he could ask for help for once.

“Thanks, Adam,” he said. “Keep me in the loop on the whole baby thing with Michael, yeah? Uhhh, not too many details on the process though.”

Adam laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on telling you about what we do in the bedroom - or various surfaces in other rooms.” He grinned and winked at Dean, who shuddered.

He really didn’t want to think about Adam fucking Michael, thank you very much.

“Get outta here,” Dean just said, and brought Adam to the door.

Adam was smiling as he left. That was more than Dean could have hoped for in the last few years.

“Adam came by,” Dean told Gadreel when he asked how his day went.

“Oh?” Gadreel made, seeming genuinely surprised - and a little wary.

Where Adam was, Michael was involved. Gadreel always feared that his cousin would use Dean’s little brother to spy on them, or worse.

“He just wanted to say hello.” Dean shrugged, and thought about how much he should tell Gadreel. Then he felt bad for thinking about keeping anything from his mate. “He and Michael are trying for a kid.”

Ree looked at him with big eyes. “Oh- oh!” he said. “That explains a few things.”

Dean frowned a thim. “Like what?”

“Like why Michael came to me today to talk about cribs and buggies, and why he knew so much about the different models.” Ree shook his head. “I thought he was feigning interest to get something from me.”

“Nope. Prepare for more riveting conversations with your boss about baby stuff in the future,” Dean teased him, and Gadreel huffed out a laugh.

“If I had known it was genuine, it would have been far more enjoyable.” Ree seemed to think about it. “Well, maybe not far more, but at least a little bit.”

“It is still Michael we’re talking about,” Dean said. He would probably never understand what Adam saw in the guy - but then again, he seemed to be a little different from the facade of the tough mafia boss that he had to uphold.

Dean understood the need to appear tougher than you were. He’d pretended to be a beta with no care in the world and a give-’em-hell attitude for the longest time.

It was only with Gadreel that he’d finally been able to be himself, with both his barbed and his mushy parts. Ree would never judge him for any of them, or think that he was a failed Omega.

Dean cuddled up to him on the couch, placing his head onto Ree’s shoulder.

“Kiss me, Alpha,” he whined.

Ree gave a fond sigh, and did as told. Dean pushed his tongue into his mate’s mouth, and fondled the scent gland on his neck.

When he pulled out of the kiss, Ree’s eyes were shining golden. “Is my beautiful Omega in the mood?” he asked huskily.

“I always want you,” Dean whispered against Ree’s lips, then nipped at them with his teeth. “Take me.”

Ree nosed at Dean’s scent gland, then licked at it. “As you wish.”

Dean sighed happily. “And then after, I wanna watch Pacific Rim.”

Ree froze, and then let out a long-suffering sigh. “Again?”

“Hey, I’m pregnant, don’t be mean to me,” Dean pouted.

“You know I would never deny you,” Ree said against the side of Dean’s face. “I just sometimes wish you had better taste.”

Dean huffed, and slapped Gadreel’s shoulder.

Ree kissed him again, though he had trouble doing it with the smile on his lips.

Dean wanted to protest against the slander of his taste, but Ree made a convincing argument against talking right now.

Still, Dean’s taste was impeccable - he was in love with Ree, after all.

[kim-ruzek]

So they're completely setting it up for Celina to become Lucy's new roommate right? Which ngl (even though I actually really don't want Tamara to move out bc I love that they live together) I actually don't hate the idea

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

Agar main ek kahani likhi jis ka naam hain "खून की नशा" kya kohi read karey gaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[heavyhitterheaux]

Upcoming fics 🥰

Meet Me Halfway Part 3 (requested by @kentuckyboyharlow)

No Enhancers

Play Part 2 (First Lady x Jack x Urban. Complete FILTH)

Sisters No More Part 2

Heaux Tales (@moody4world and @sinsandsuccubus and @hoodharlow)

Wonder What She Thinks of Me (requested by @hoodharlow)

Ghost

Shoot Your Shot

Lipstick Bandit

Jack's Driving School (requested by @hoodharlow)

30 Days (requested by @hoodharlow)

Anything But Ranch

Little Miss Innocent (requested by @sinsandsuccubus)

And of course all the concepts 😘💕

[sarahreesbrennan]

Some writing advice on creating tension and suspense in a narrative.

Featuring Tolkien, Chris Pine, and a surprise…

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Note: This is going to be viewed as a draft for a long series of fics I plan to write surrounding Nievys in the SWTOR era but not involving the main storylines too much, save for how they effect the galaxy around them. Background: Nievys is sent on a mission to Hoth, and unexpectedly meets a target from a former mission. The pair find themselves having to rely on each other to survive the inhospitable planet when comms go out and a storm approaches. Pairing: Nievys Xavy (OC) x Rees Dival (OC) Word Count: 1,017

               The howling of the Hoth winds beat against the shelter. Nievys looked through the items which had been left when it had been abandoned. Some flimsies with notes, broken datapads, old rations. It appeared to have been a Republic base before they had bugged out. She looked up to the thief, who was checking the life support systems and noting if anything was off. She watched how he sucked in a breath, grabbing his side and wincing a bit. That hit from the wampa he’d gotten must of hurt more than he’d originally let on.

               “So, how long do we have?” she asked, taking a step towards him in the small space.

               “Oh, about a planetary day cycle,” Rees told her with a shrug. “At least with how it is now. If I make some adjustments, it could last longer, but we’d be colder.” He threw her a devilish, teasing smirk. “Could need to share body heat.” Nievys gave a scoff at that, folding her arms and turning her back to him to hide the warmth coming to her cheeks. “I am just joking, your agentness.” The weight on her shoulders was a surprise. She glanced down to the blanket there, just as Rees’s hands slipped off her shoulders. “We have blankets.” He moved past her and Nievys ignored how cold her shoulders felt. She grabbed the blanket and tied it tighter around her, watching as he went over to the comms. “See if there’s anything on how long this storm will be.”

               Nievys sat down on the cot, watching him. He swore in some Festian language as all he could get was static. He looked from one side to another, his hand twitching a bit at his side. His body seemed ready to move in any and every direction. It was different than the usual put together man she’d encountered before. He always had a plan. Is this what he was like when he didn’t? She’d find it humorous if she also wasn’t in the same predicament as him.

               Her gaze wandered from him to the capsule. She knew there wasn’t much else to do but wait. Sometimes that’s all she could do. She had been on plenty of stakeouts with Erik to know that. She rose to a stand as he walked by again and reached out, grabbing his arm. He stopped in his steps but didn’t turn to look at her.

               “There’s not much else you can do, Rees,” she told him. “I’ve never seen you like this before and I’m sure you were in a worse predicament on Nar Shaddaa.”

               “Yes, but that was just me,” he pointed out, finally turning to her, dark brown eyes meeting gray. “I have you to be concerned about.”

               “Well, it’s a good thing I can take care of myself.” She ignored how it felt with him so close in that small space. And it felt like the space was shrinking when she heard and felt the warm chuckle from him.

               “That,” he began, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, “I am quite aware of.”

A bubbling pressure built up in her chest and she pushed it down, keeping a steady, almost defiant gaze with him. “So, when someone else is in danger, then you have concern?”

               “Depends on the someone else,” he threw back, a daring look in his eye.

               “Typical,” Nievys scoffed, turning away from him.

               “What? Usually, people appreciate those kinds of statements,” Rees defended himself, trying to move so he was looking at her but barely making it by her due to the small space.

               “Exactly, it’s still in a way to benefit yourself.” She sat down, arms folded and back to him.  The sound of his sigh filled the silence and the cot shifted as he sat beside her.

               “You really are not a typical Imperial.”

               “And what does that mean? You’ve said that before—” She turned to face him but stopped when she realized how close he was to her.

               “I think you know exactly what I mean.”

               Her chest heaved and mind raced. She could feel her heart racing and the nerves coming in. She didn’t want to think about what he was implying and what he meant. She didn’t want to look at her life like that yet. She needed time and right now she needed a distraction. Any sort of distraction would do.

               The warmth of his lips against hers as she pulled him to her surprised her as much as it surprised him. The heat melted away the shock, both of them sloppily wrapping their arms around the other to bring them closer. The feeling of his firm hand on the small of her back bringing her closer caused her breath to hitch in her throat. She easily glided into his lap; chest pressed to chest as well as their bulky winter clothes would allow. Nievys’s hands slipped down to undo his coat fastening as their lips pulled apart. Rees stopped her, though, taking her hands in his.

               “What are you,” she began but stopped when he brought her hands to his lips, kissing her fingers as his dark eyes watched her.

               “Don’t do this unless you want to,” he said. “Usually, I’m not bothered by a random fling for whatever reason but…” He paused, swallowing his words.

               “But what?”

               “Well, that reason would not be smart to tell an agent, no?”

               Nievys settled against him, eyes examining his features. The way his dark eyes watched her, the steady patience he had for her decision. She’d always followed along with what others wanted or at least amused them. Her mother and her attempts at matchmaking, her brother and his ambitions, even her work within Imperial Intelligence. Very rarely had anyone been interested in what she actually wanted. And yet here was a cad, a thief, making sure she wanted to continue.

               “I do believe I want to,” Nievys said, her voice dropping into a low, warm hum. She watched the slow, easy smirk spread across his lips and leaned closer for another kiss.

[jade-gemstone]

Finding out I've been pronouncing my own character's names for a really long time is the worst feeling actually.

[snowshinobi]

Relin playing his racing simulator game

[lixie-phoria]

You’re one of my favorite authors 🫶

now don't say stuff like this and go around making me cry 🥹