#so pumped to have all my bookcases back in my room

[staffatemyblog]

Give me opportunity for minimalism and I will kill it with clutter and color. My room was driving me crazy while it was empty, I'm so happy to have it (mostly) put back together now

[ms-demeanor]

IDK that I've ever put it in one post before, but here's the transplant speedrun.

1 - Valentines day 2021, he's admitted to the hospital. We take a pre-hospital selfie then I shave his head and he shaves his beard because he doesn't want to deal with hair at the hospital. Me and his mom drop him off; at that point you can only visit someone as they are actually dying and we're told that he's going to stay in the hospital until he gets a transplant or he dies, and if he's rejected as a transplant recipient he'll receive palliative care in this hospital.

2 - First week of March, they allow patients to have one screened visitor; this is our first visit - I take photos in the hospital to show his mom because at this point he has a pump in his shoulder and it is difficult for him to move his arms to use his phone. He has also been confined to a bed since the week he arrived because he's on the ECMO machine, so he can't walk or move around, though they stand him up every once in a while. At one point one of the ecmo tubes pulls out of his femoral artery, which is Not! Great! He also needed a blood transfusion about every two days at that point, which worried the doctors because it increased his likelihood of rejecting. But he had been approved for transplant at that point!

The first thing he said to me on this visit was "look, I have abs" and then he showed me his abs because it turns out when you're really really dying of heart failure your body begins to eat itself.

3 - Now That's What I Call Jaundice (cardiac cirrhosis is liver failure as a result of heart failure and it's pretty much the big giant neon flashing sign of heart failure that says "hey you're fucking dying" so if you've got heart failure and your bilirubin number is off or the whites of your eyes are yellow please kick up a gigantic stink until they check your liver; large bastard's GP, who is my doctor, who I hate, saw his bloodwork with a very high bilirubin number a month before he was diagnosed with cardiac cirrhosis and wrote it off as a testing fluke fuck that guy)

4 - Don't let the sad face fool you, he's acting pathetic so that his mom will stop yelling about the fact that I'm bringing him cookies. He's allowed to have cookies. At that point he weighed 98kg and was outsourcing his heartbeat, he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted. (have i mentioned that I was moving us from Vegas to LA at this time? I was bringing him cookies because I'd baked hundreds of peanut butter cookies and other cookies to use up the flour, sugar, and peanut butter in the vegas house)

5 - Mid-march, he's got a match! He called me when I was in Vegas filling up the truck with another load and I drove right back and to the hospital. Once he went in for surgery I drove to his mom's house and crashed, then woke up and drove to our storage unit and unpacked the truck while I waited to hear from the doctors. I was unloading a bookcase when I got the call. (There wasn't any point in waiting alone in the hospital for sixteen hours; either he was going to make it or he wasn't and someone was going to have to unload the truck at some point. People have been weird about this, like I should have been sitting at his side all the time, but there was a two-hour daily limit for most visits and look i have sat in a waiting room while this dude had a thirteen hour surgery i do not need a repeat of that experience without the soothing balm of nicotine getting me through it; so unloading a truck it was)

6 - Two days after surgery and kind of mad about it. His chest hurt a lot (obviously) but, like, a lot a lot because they'd had to open him up for the bypass just two years earlier.

7 - First walk outside of his room after transplant in early April; he needed a LOT of PT because of how much muscle he'd lost. He lost sixty pounds in the hospital before the surgery, and only gained back about twenty while he was in there.

8 - A visit from the tiny doggo

9 - I come to visit and I've got a new phone with a portrait mode so he steals it and takes stupid pictures for a few minutes. Dude is bored and restless; this is in late april and he's feeling well enough to be moody. ETA: There is a jar of pickles in front of him because he'd been fluid limited for a long time and his salt levels were off and when he got to the hospital they were like "you need electrolytes and a lot of salt" and he was like "sweetheart can you please please please bring me delicious salty things" so I was bringing him jars of pickled mushrooms and garlic stuffed olives and just a huge number of pickles that he kept trying to share with the nurses. "Alli brought the mushrooms again; would you like a pickled mushroom? I have fancy toothpicks to share them with!"

10 - He comes home for the first time in early May; he ends up getting readmitted two more times because of complications before finally being released in early July. ETA: The second time he got readmitted it was for something that he wasn't at all worried about but that they needed to monitor for a couple weeks so he was *SO BORED* and actually feeling pretty okay; so at one point when I was leaving the parking garage at 8pm my car wouldn't start, I did some troubleshooting with the manual and the internet and didn't figure it out, so I called him and he tried to troubleshoot over the phone and got frustrated and was begging his nurses to let him come out to the parking structure to work on my car (they refused) - I ended up getting a tow and fixing it when I replaced the battery terminals.

Photos are all posted with his permission.

Also I dyed my hair purple between photos one and two because it's his favorite color. I also bought a blue dress, red tights, and yellow shoes to wear to visit him because he always teases me for wearing so much black.

I just love him a lot. It was a hard couple years there, but things are getting better.

[billlydear]

WINDOW SHOPPING - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 913 - INBOX (please request !) - GIF CREDIT TO OWNER

CONTENTS: PERV!BILLY, 18+ THEMES (MINORS DNI)

For a few days each year, you enter a state of frantic cleaning. You keep your living space relatively tidy, but every once in a while your brain won't let you rest until you've done a deep cleaning. You're hours into that deep cleaning now, looking at a clean floor, six trash bags, and barebones furniture. Everything that was on your desk is packed away into a box, all of your books in organized piles, and your nightstand is bare. The new layout you've chosen for your room is on a piece of paper that's balanced on your mattress, and the first thing you'll have to move is the bed.

The only problem is, this is your first time attempting a room makeover by yourself. When you were eight and wanted your bed crammed by your bookcase to make extra room to play, your father had scooted the shelves across the floor for you. At twelve when you decided your nightstand needed to be at the foot of your bed instead of beside it, your mother had taken one end and you'd helped her scoot it across the carpet. But today they're both working, and you're not about to give up now.

You give the end of your bed an experimental tug; nothing happens. You plant your feet on the floor, brace your hands on one side, and push as hard as you can, really putting your back into it. Not a centimeter of movement.

The exhaustion that seeps through your muscles feels like defeat. You've got your entire room ready to be refurnished, and you can't even move the bed.

Calling movers sounds exhausting and pricy. However...

You're wearing a tight shirt. A tank top that dips in a v-neck, so low-cut that it falls level with your bra. It's cropped, too, and shows off a sliver of stomach. Your shorts aren't much more modest, tight and miniscule. You blame the Indiana heat, but you secretly thank it for what you'll be able to use it for.

There's sweat beading at your collarbones, dripping between your tits. You're a sight, you look fucked-out and flushed and you haven't been doing anything but cleaning.

It just so happens that your neighbor is lifting weights outside. You'd heard shouting inside that morning, and he'd lugged them to the front porch, you presume to get his anger out. He's smoking, and the muscles in his arm flex with every pump of his elbows.

You snatch a $5 out of the box where you'd stashed the contents of your nightstand, and lean out the window.

"Hargrove!"

He lets the weight drop to the deck, and you're surprised it doesn't crash through. He glances around suspiciously, but his eyes land on you when you wave.

Instantly, you've caught his attention. You're not sure his eyes ever meet your own, but they certainly trace your cleavage.

"$5," You wave the bill at him enticingly, "Help me move my bed."

He's jogging across the street with a smirk on his face in seconds.

He runs right up to your window, and you're grateful for the view of his toned arms as he hoists himself up and over the sill. When he lands, he raises an eyebrow at the state of your room, "Are you moving?"

"No, just rearranging," You point at the paper on your bed, then grab the footboard, "Help me turn it."

He's a showoff. He flexes his arms more than he needs to, runs his tongue over his lips, grunts and groans, anything he can do to keep your attention on him and not the task at hand. But you're equally cunning, keeping your arms tucked in so your tits pop.

it's a game of peacock while you move the rest of the furniture. You're both showing off, trying to entice the other, and when you're finished with the heavy lifting, he leans back on your bookshelf with a heavy sigh, wiping sweat off of his forehead with the hem of his shirt. You don't even bother to hide the way you stare at his abs. He lifts his phone out of his pocket, and you know exactly why it seems more pointed at you than angled towards his face.

It's nice unapologetically ogling each other. There's no playing pretend, no sneaky glances or concealed smirks. You turn away only when he lets the hem of his shirt fall, grabbing your phone to pretend to be busy.

"Bed's in a nice spot now," Billy muses, pinching the corner of your sheets between his fingers, "Y'know, I think we should break it in."

"No thanks." You shake your head nonchalantly, keeping your eyes on your phone, "Your $5 is on the nightstand."

"Seriously?" His mouth drops, an incredulous grin curling at his lips, "You've been staring this whole time!"

"Window shopping," You shrug, "Get out, Hargrove."

"No bedside manner," He scoffs, turning back to get one last look at your boobs with the same shit-eating grin he'd bore the entire time, "If you change your mind, call me."

"I won't," You assure him, "But I saw you take that picture of my tits. When you jack off to it later, leave your window open so I can watch."

"Deal," He snickers, "But you owe me the panties you soak while watching." He holds out his hand, brows poised in a challenge.

"Deal," You smirk, relishing the feeling of his rough skin on yours, "Now get lost, perv."

[scenteddelusion5]

"Two households, both unalike in dignity, In our unsightly hell, where we lay our scene," PART 5 (FINISHED)

Vox x gn reader (Alastor's child)

Note: LAST PART!!! Are you ready?!

Word count: 4074

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Y/n's eyes slowly opened. How long were they asleep? They slowly pushed themselves up. Familiar sheets covered them, it was theirs. Looking around they were on their room, only it looked to be a lot cleaner. All their dirty clothes had disappeared, their box stood newly organised in the bookcase and the dirty cup that usually stood on their nightstand was gone. In its stead stood a beautiful vase with their favourite flowers in it.

Their shoulder was patched up. It hadn't completely healed yet, it still hurt but not as much anymore. Y/n threw his legs out of bed, trying to stand up only to fall down again. They hadn't had any energy left, despite having slept for at least a few hours.

"Where's Vox?" Y/n whispered to themselves.

That's when it hit them, Vox had gotten hurt because of them. their adrenaline pumped up again, giving Y/n the strength to stand up again. They ran, or rather stumbled, out of the room.

"Vox!"

Alastor ran up from his eat when he heard noises coming from upstairs. His child was finally awake. He ran to the stairs and there they were.

"Careful, little fawn, you'll fall." Alastor held them up using his shadows.

"Vox! No, where's Vox?!" They tried to pull themselves away from the shadows. "I have to get to Vox."

"Your... 'boyfriend'... is fine." Alastor said with disgust. "He is coming by later in the afternoon. You should lay down again."

"You aren't going to hurt him?"

"As much as I dislike him, I now see that you two are truly in love." He held them by the arm and let them back to their room. "You've been asleep for two days, the angelic rope had drained a lot of your energy." He sat them down back on the bed. "That noisy picture box of yours had come by six times since he had awoken, even brought you flowers."

"He brought these." They mumbled, reaching for the flowers.

The Radio Demon looked at their child smiling at something as simple as a few flowers like they were the biggest treasure in the world.

"Little fawn, I'm sorry. I tried to protect you to the best of my ability but I almost lost you because of it." He pulled them into a hug. "Please forgive me."

Y/n hugged him back. "I forgive you."

"Now, what would you like to eat?" Alastor pulled back and patted their head. "You must be starving."

"Jambalaya sounds really good right now."

"Good old Jambalaya it is then." He stood up and was about to leave the room. "Oh, I almost forgot, he left you a gift. I put it on your desk." The door closed with a click and they were all alone again.

They stood up again and slowly made their way to the desk. A small unfamiliar, black box sat in the corner. Inside it sat a brand new VoxTech phone, a new phone case and a note:

I'm sorry love but after what happened I kept the tracker on. -Love Vox <3

Picking up the case, it had a cute drawing of a deer in the green woods on the back. Y/n turned on the phone, on it popped the same picture of Vox and them. He had transferred all their data and settings.

Y/n looked at their two contacts; Vox and Velvette. Their finger hovered over the calk button. Alastor said he would came by later anyway... But they really wanted to hear his voice, just to see if he is okay. They clicked.

It took Vox only two seconds to pick up. "Y/n? Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm doing fine. I just woke up. How are you?"

"Now that I'm talking to you, better than ever doll." His voice deepened, trying to sound cooler. Y/n really loved this dork.

"Sir, the presentation is-" A squeaky voice could be heard through the call.

"Don't you see I'm on the phone." Vox dismissed him.

"If you're busy I can calk later."

"NO! Don't worry about it, I'm not busy, Vox said quickly, "you know what? I'm so not busy I will come over right away!"

"But sir-" The voice spoke again.

"Bye bea, I'll see you in a minute!"

Y/n could only imagine the panic on his worker's face when Vox sprinted out of that meeting. After speaking with him again, Y/n felt their energy recover even more and decided to head downstairs.

Alastor was working on his special Jambalaya in the kitchen. His little, deer tail swaying to the sound of jazz music coming from the radio. Hearing Y/n enter, he turned around.

"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked. "You should be resting more."

"I feel rested enough." Y/n stalked over to the stove. "It smells amazing."

"Of course it does, I made it. I also put in the 'secret ingredient'." He winked. "Even used your favourite."

A knock came from the front door.

"I'll get it!" They rushed to the front door. "Hey Vox!"

"Y/n!" He hugged his lover. "How are you healing up? Does it still hurt? Should I get tou some painkillers?"

Alastor rolled his eyes hearing the TV Demon at the door.

"No need, I'm doing fine."

The two walked back in through the hallway into the kitchen.

"More importantly, how is your wound?" They gently grabbed his arm to inspect the wound. "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"You didn't do anything! I-I jumped in front of you! It's my fault." Vox slightly buffered as he was talking a mile a minute. "I'm just happy you're fine." He put on his adorable, dorky, little smile.

"Vox, I wasn't expecting you until 5 pm." Alastor's voice sounded irritated but his smile didn't falter.

"Well, Y/n called me. So I rushed over."

There definitely still was tension between the two, a lot of tension. But they weren't openly nor aggressively hostile towards each other. It was progress.

Alastor's smirk grew wider. "Then why don't you join us for lunch. I made Jambalaya." He put down the pot on the dining table.

Vox sat down next to Y/n, wrapping his arm around them. "Sure."

Vox regretted his decision as soon as Alastor pulled of the lid revealing the Jambalaya. A familiar smell reeked from it, there was demon meat inside it.

"You know what, I think I'll pass." Vox laughed nervously.

"I can't believe how rude your boyfriend is being Y/n. Not eating the food I so lovingly prepared." The Radio demon took a big scoop and put it on a plate. "At least take a bite."

"It's fine if you don't want it." Y/n pulled the plate away from him. "I'll finish it for you."

"What kind of man can't even finish his own plate?"

"Those are old-timey values, dad."

"Hmm." Alastor looked him up and down. "It's still disrespectful."

"Like we have ever had respect for each other, you old bastard," Vox said holding up his middle finger.

"See, that's not any way to talk to the father of your partner."

"Dad, stop it." Y/n scolded him. "You don't have to eat anything you don't want to."

Vox looked down to the Jambalaya and then back up to a smug looking Alastor. "I'll try it."

"Splendid!" Alastor grabbed two more plates and filled them up. "Bon appetite!"

Vox slowly used his fork to bring the Jambalaya to his mouth. He had eaten demon flesh before, this shouldn't be any different. Just bite through it.

The TV Demon swallowed as fast as possible. "Blur, that was... sure something."

"Aren't you going to finish your plate?" Alastor challenged him.

And so the lunch went on. Vox almost throwing up with every bite while Alastor was smirking at him every time.

"There, I finished it!" He yelled, victorious.

"Then would you like seconds?"

"Dad! Leave him alone. You've bullied him enough." Y/n was quite surprised by hoe civil the two still were but that didn't mean they had fully forgiven him. "Besides, you had hurt him pretty badly too during my 'rescue'. Don't you think he deserves an apology?" They knew they were pushing the Radio Demon's limits with that one and yet they still wanted to see if he actually would.

Alastor sighed, "Vox."

Was he actually going to?

"My sincerest apologies, I hadn't realized how weak you truly are and therefore used too much force."

"Oh fuck you."

"Now that that's out of the way, we have more important things to discuss." Alastor stood up and brought the dirty dishes to the sink. "You see, after my poor fawn had passed out and Vox decided to be dramatic, I captured the demon behind the attack. I still have him, Paris and the imp in my possession"

"Hmm, you know, I've always wondered what imp tastes like." Y/n cheekily suggested.

"As for Paris, I will have some fun with him and then hand him over to Rosie." Alastor had washed off the dishes and was putting them back in the cupboards. "He's her responsibility. The last Demon's fate is up to you, DEAR future son in law." The nickname was spat out like venom.

"So, who is the fucker that wanted them dead anyway?" Vox enquired.

"It seemed a certain colleague of yours had gotten jealous and decided to take my little fawn out."

"Val," Vox whispered. "I knew he was acting weird."

"How are you planning to deal with him?"

Vox looked at Y/n, their deer eyes staring back at him. He could have lost them forever, all because Valentino couldn't get over being dumped. He had to kill him. Not only to ensure Y/n's safety but also to prove himself to Alastor. To prove that nothing comes before them.

"Do you have angelic weapons here?"

Vox, Y/n and Alastor had wondered deep into the forest on the Radio Demon's territory. Nothing could be heard except for some hellbirds chirping.

"Doesn't this bring you back, little fawn?" Alastor lamented. "I still remember your first hit, we buried his leftovers next to that old tree. Haha, those were the days!"

"Yeah, I couldn't even finish a liver back then!" Y/n laughed.

As terrifying as their conversation was, it could not compare the what he was going to do. He knew Val had to go, for their sake, but he was still an old friend. One HE had to kill. He couldn't even discuss it with Velvette first!

Oh she was going to be so mad, with Valentino gone both their workloads would increase tenfold.

They stopped at a clearing. Vox held the gun in his sweaty hands. Alastor opened a pitch black portal. Out of it he pulled a tied up Val.

"Don't you know how shitty it is in there!" The overlord yelled. "Ah, Voxie baby, thanks for getting me out of there."

Vox held up the gun and pointed it straight at the man's head.

"Wowowow, what's all this about?" Valentino looked around seeing Alastor and Y/n glaring at him. "Are you seriously choosing them over me? You FUCKING need me! YOU NEED ME!!!" He started to approach Vox. "These two are going to get rid of you after me!"

"Goodbye Val." Vox pulled the trigger. An angelic bullet shot straight through the demon's head, killing him instantly. "So, what are we going to do with the body?"

"Don't worry, the animals will take care of it."

A month went by like a breeze. Vox had to find a new face for the V's 'film' department, in the meantime he had to take over as Velvette refused to take on more work.

"Fuck no!" She had yelled when he even brought up the possibility of taking over a little bit of paperwork.

So it all fell on him. This also meant he had less time to spend with Y/n, which they understood. And Alastor got to enjoy the chance to tell him how much of a terrible boyfriend he was for not spending enough time with them.

All and all, things went well.

As Vox's workload got smaller and smaller the couple started to spend more time together, which Alastor loathed. So the man took every chance he got to interrupt the two.

Going to the movies, suddenly there is a power outage. Having dinner at restaurant, Alastor invites himself along. Taking a walk through the forest, suddenly he NEEDS Y/n's help with something.

It became a sort if challenge between the two, who could keep Y/n's attention for the longest.

The couple were laying on the bed in their room Y/n reading a book while Vox was handling some more documents. Door wide upon as per Alastor's rules.

"I swear he is doing it on purpose!" Vox complained. "I mean, he straight up attacked me this time."

"He wants to see what you can do, train you." They turned over a page in their book. "It's his way of bonding. He already likes you a lot better, I swear!

He sighed, "if you say so, sweets. I sometimes just wished we could get along better, not just for my comfort but for yours." Vox set down his tablet on their nightstand and combed his fingers through their hair. "It must be exhausting to have us bicker all the time."

Before Y/n could answer, however, they got interrupted.

"My little fawn!" Alastor walked in. "I have to go to a meeting and I was wondering if you would come with me?"

"Oh." Y/n looked up at Vox. "I think I'm staying here. I haven't had the chance to hang out with Vox in quite some time."

"That's so unfortunate, you see." The overlord smirked. "It's quite the chance to build some steady connections for when it's time to climb up the ranks for you, but oh well!"

"If that's the case, why don't you take Vox with you?!"

"Pardon?"

"He is an overlord too, connections would be useful, right?" They looked the TV Demon in the eyes.

"Uhm well yes, bu-"

"Then this is your chance!" They jumped up from the bed and started pushing Alastor out of the room. "He'll be down in five."

For some strange reason or another, the Radio Demon didn't make a fuss about it. Just accepted that Vox would come with, strange... Very strange...

Alastor and Vox stood awkwardly next to each other right outside the front door.

"So, are we taking a car, or...?" Vox broke the silence.

"If we still lived in my time we would have just taken the trolly," the Radio Demon remarked, "But we aren't so get those legs moving. It's quite far."

The TV glared at the other walking away. "Where are we going, anyway?"

Alastor looked back at the man catching up to him. "Don't worry your ugly little head over it!"

"This 'ugly head' scored your child, motherfucker!" He retorted.

A shadowy tentacle shot out of Alastor's back. The appendage hit Vox right in the middle of his screen, almost cracking it.

"I didn't take you for a gambler," Vox said, staring at the buzzling casino the two were about to enter, "what would Y/n think of you?"

"I don't frequent establishments of this kind often but when I do, I don't plan on losing." Alastor made his way inside, the other following him. "This is your chance to show me what you're made of. Don't ruin it."

Vox followed the demon into the back where a familiar overlord was sitting at a poker table.

"Husker my old friend, I see you are at again!" He sat down at the table and as soon as he did, a few of the denizens that excused themselves. "How about a round? Even brought easy pickings."

"I'm not easy pickings!" Vox yelled whole sitting down, not willing to back of from this challenge.

"Vox, huh, didn't realise you became chummy with the Radio Demon." Husker looked him up and down. "Fine, you can join but remember, we're dealing in souls over here!"

As soon as Vox sat down, chips appeared before him. These chips, however, weren't your usual casino chips. No, these held a soul in them. He couldn't believe this was happening, gambling with souls was very risky and here Alastor, fucking Alastor, was willing to risk it against the overlord of gambling. Not only that, but the man had pulled him along too.

The cards were shuffled and everyone got their own deck. This was insane, losing even one game could mean losing his position as an overlord. Now that Vox was thinking about it, Alastor had planned to bring Y/n along for this.

He was willing to risk Y/n's power and soul for a stupid game! This didn't feel right, Alastor would never. Then maybe, just maybe, the Radio Demon had already secured the win before even starting the game.

Vox looked over at the man, and the face he saw confirmed it. The Radio Demon was smirking even wider than ever before. This was going to be Husk's last night as an overlord. For him this meant to protect his own souls at all costs and let Alastor handle the rest.

"Come on Husker, are you really going to back out now?" Alastor teased, "Maybe you'll win it all back in one last round!"

"I don't have more souls." Husker glared at the giant stack of chips in front of the other two.

"Well technically you do have one more... But I understand why you wouldn't gamble with it." The Radio Demon put on a fake disappointed face while still maintaining his signature smile. "I guess that's it for the gambling overlord."

The two other demons were about to stand up and leave before Husker spoke up, "Wait! One more round but keep in mind that I have only one souls to bet!"

"It's a deal then!" The Radio Demon immediately agreed. "I'll put in all my chips for your singular soul."

"I'm backing out." Vox took his chips and made them disappear. Knowing Alastor, the demon would've taken all his souls too this round if he didn't. Besides, he had even gained a few souls that night.

"Heads up, then?" Husker asked at which Alastor agreed.

It was a brutal sight. The horror in Husker's eyes after he realised he not only lost his position as an overlord but also lost his own soul, all in the same night.

"Well good friend, it's getting late and I have to prove to my little fawn I didn't kill their suiter!" Alastor made all his chips disappear. "Come on Vox, Y/n is waiting on us."

"Right..." Vox was still flabbergasted about what he witnessed that day.

Once outside, he gained the confidence to speak up. "What was that?"

"Just some dealings, shouldn't an overlord like you understand such a simple concept?" Alastor chided. "Or are you as incapable as I first guessed you were!"

"That's not what I meant! You were going to have Y/n gamble with souls?!" Vox stepped in front of him, blocking the way. "You know how risky that would be you lollipop looking FUCKER!!!"

"They would've been just fine," he shrugged, "besides, it's about time they gained more power. I can't always be there for them, especially when they go behind my back." He shot a glare at the other man.

"Then why were you fine with me coming?"

"Hmm, if they're going to be with you, I should make sure you can protect them."

The rest of the way back was silent. Vox mulling over the other's words.

Weeks went by and instead of fighting over Y/n's attention, Alastor started to pull Vox away from them for 'training sessions'. While Vox found them to be tortures, he couldn't deny they weren't useful.

It was Y/n's birthday, the house was decorated with banners and guests were coming over. Vox had already been there since morning, annoying their father. Rosie, Franklin, some other cannibals and even Velvette came over. Gifts stacked on the table, snacks were available next to the pile.

"Oh darling, it's good to see you." Rosie shook their hand. "And another happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Rosie!"

At some point Alastor pulled Vox away from the party into his study.

"I need to talk with you." The Radio Demon filled his cup with whatever was in the ceramic pitcher. "As you know I am quite the traditional man."

"I'm aware," Vox answered.

"Then I probably won't have to tell you this but I just want to make sure." He took a sip from his mug. "If I find out you two partook in any... Usual marital affairs before you two could wed, I will hunt you to the edges of hell and rip your soul apart." Alastor grew twice in size, his eyes turned into dials, and static and symbols appeared all around him. "G̸̟͉̍̃͒̐͝Ö̴͔̫̀T̸̻̹̆ ̶̺͉̻̫̝̯̈̉̅̏̑ ̸̠̞͌͋͛͑͛̉͝͝I̵̖̩̓̃̈͝Ṫ̷̨̧̥̺̤̗̳̹͒̐?!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Great!" In one second the Radio Demon was back to his usual self. "Now let's get back to the party, shall we?"

Guests came and went, until only Alastor and Vox were left.

"So, uhm, the night's almost over but I haven't given you my gift yet." Vox held a rectangle box in his nervous sweaty hands. "Here."

Y/n carefully pulled of the ribbon and the wrapping paper, revealing a box. It was a V-Reader.

"Thank you."

"I wasn't sure you would like it but it can hold of 5 million books, designed it myself!"

"It's perfect." Y/n kissed the screen right between his eyes where his nose would have been.

"Erhmehm," Alastor fake coughed while glaring at the other overlord, "You also haven't received my gift yet." He grabbed their hand, holding it tightly.

Before Y/n realised what he was about to do, pure power started running through their veins from their hand to the rest of their body.

"I got these souls recently and have no need for them. I figured you could use some more power."

"I see, thanks."

The rest of the night was spend with just the two lovebirds in their room, door open of course.

"Dad's been acting weird, don't you think?"

"He has been his some old annoying self as far as I've noticed." Vox ran his fingers through their hair. "Why do you think that?"

"He would've never given me souls if it wasn't for something important and instead of trying to pull me away, he has been 'training' you." Y/n laid their head on his chest, listening for his heartbeat. "He has also been very sentimental the last few days, looking back on childhood memories, cooking together, hunting together. It all feels off."

"Then we'll ask him about it tomorrow, I doubt he would want to worry you."

"If you say so."

They were never able to ask him, because when the two of them woke up without the father yelling at Vox to get out of their bed, the two knew there was something wrong. They looked around the house, Alastor, however, was nowhere to be found.

They went to Cannibal Town to ask around, but no one had seen him there either. Not even Rosie knew where he was. Y/n's worry grew and grew. It got so bad that Vox decided to use his camera's to look all over hell to look for a sign of the Radio Demon.

Nothing, absolute no sign of Alastor.

Months went by, still no sign. Y/n moved into Vox's apartment, for both safety and not to feel lonely in their old home where everything reminded them of their father.

Even after all this time, Y/n still held hope, however, after two years that hope dissolved too. Vox and them started taking over all of the Radio Demon's responsibility.

After a while the two of them even got engaged and Y/n had accepted the fact that their father likely would never come back.

Epilogue

Seven years went by and the love birds were extremely happy, until one day Vox was working in his office and one of his camera's that he had around the princes' new hotel picked up something.

"THAT FUCKER IS BACK!" Vox yelled, staring at the screen showing the Radio Demon casually hanging out at the Hazbin Hotel. "He didn't even tell Y/n. Oh, I'm going to make him suffer for their grieve. I'm going to make you wish you'd stayed gone!"

And that's the end. My next long series is with Zestial, part 1 already out. But if you have any one-shot request for me check out my pinned post with all the characters I write about!

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[steebharringt0n]

a final dance

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader summary: steve harrington was someone you’ve always seen as unobtainable, a night behind a mask changes that. warnings: curse words, reader wears glasses btw! a/n: when you dive deep back into writing, you simultaneously have about 3 WIPs, this is one of them. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't Part 1 of 2

The moon cast a bright light over the depths of the forest, creating a glow in the middle of the night. The wind whispered softly, the trees feeling its limbs move with every whisper it spoke. The dirt beneath your heels sunk with every movement, your dress bunched up in your clammy palms as you desperately searched for your lover. 

“Steve?” You spoke aloud in the dark, your neck twisting every way to catch a glimpse of your lover. 

The cracking of leaves over to your left made you jump, your heart begins to race, feeling every pump of blood coursing through you as you dragged yourself closer to the sound. You peer around a tree when you see him standing there, standing tall as the moonlight cast a glow over his face. 

His jaw is set sharp, eyes as brown as honey that could see into your soul, caramel colored hair that moved gently with the wind, there he was in all his glory. His eyes meet yours and a sense of relief enters you. The corners of his lip twist into a smile, he rushes over to you, his white chemise only buttoned halfway, his dark curls from his chest peek out proudly. 

“My love” he murmurs, his large hands reach up and touch your face. He’s so much bigger than you but you feel so safe and secure in his arms. Your hands find themselves grabbing onto his forearms. 

“Steve, my love, we mustn’t see each other anymore, it’s too dangerous, I can’t risk losing you” tears of desperation prick at the corner of your eyes as you both grasp each other in such a heated moment.

“I’d rather die a thousand deaths than never see you again” he states, brushing your tears away with a swipe of his thumbs. 

“I need you to do something for me” he suddenly says, his face is much closer to yours, the tips of your nose lightly rub against his and you’re so close to tasting him, to feel his lips against yours. You close your eyes to relish in the feeling. 

“Anything Steve” you whimper. 

“I need you to wake up”

Your eyes shoot open, you stare at Steve with your eyebrow raised to the sky.

“Huh?”

“Henderson, I need you to wake up” he says again, more firmly. You remove your hands from his biceps and you pull away from him. Steve stares at you blankly as he opens his mouth again to speak but this time he sounds like … Dustin?

“WAKE UP!”

You jolt up from your bed, gasping heavily as you take in your surroundings. The dark forest is long gone, your lover Steve was just a figment of your overactive imagination. You brush a hand over your face, you check the clock, 7:15 AM, fuck. The pounding on your door continues as you try to bring yourself back to reality 

“Jesus Christ Dustin I’m up I’m up!” You scream at him.

“Eddie’s gonna be here in 10! And if you’re not ready by then then you’re on your own!” 

You groan loudly, running a hand through your messy hair.

Another dumb dream about your stupid crush on stupid Steve Harrington. 

As if he would ever look your way anyways. 

Your eyes scan across your room. Your walls are littered with medals and awards, two large bookcases on the side of your room that hold literary classics from Mary Austen, Mary Shelley, JRR Tolkien, ones that you loved to reread in your free time. A messy desk on the other side of your room with large textbooks neatly stacked next to your lamp, your finished homework laying right in the middle.

Being a Henderson in Hawkins, Indiana meant that there was a large stamp on your forehead in bold, red letters that screamed nerd. Your little brother was just as bad, if not a little worse than you. It’s how you ended up becoming best friends with the local pariah in town, Eddie Munson. He took your little brother under his wing a couple years ago after long nights of D&D campaigning at the school. To Dustin, Eddie was like an older brother he never had, and to you Eddie was like the stupid, annoying, yet loveable best friend who took your fries way too often at lunch. 

And then there was Robin, your other best friend. You had met Robin in band class after you had tried out to play the flute which you then realized that you had absolutely no music talent and quit the next semester. You and Robin however, managed to get seated next to each other and she soon become your best friend after you tossed a drumstick at Jason Carver’s head for calling Robin a slur. You saw the way she stiffened up and as tears began to pool around her eyes. 

Maybe it was because you were bullied for most of your life, but you could not stand to see others being taken down.

“Hey Carver, munch on this you fuckface” you tell him as you chucked a drumstick at his large and stupid head.

You got sent to the principal office but in return you got a best friend. You wouldn’t have changed that for the world.

You stretch your limbs, your hands reaching up to the sky, you grab your glasses on your nightstand, shoving them on your face as you jump out of bed. You quickly throw on a pair of jeans and sweater, your black converse to match. You rush into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face when you hear Eddie’s horn blast from the outside. 

You grab your homework and shove it into your backpack, racing past Dustin to grab an apple in the kitchen.

“Did your alarm break or something? I can’t keep waking you up ya know!” Dustin scolds you. You turn to face him, apple now in your mouth as you drop your bag to put on your jean jacket. You take a big bite as the apple returns to your hand,

“Sowee Dusty, won’th happenth again” you say, mouth full of apple as he walks right past you to open the door. You follow right behind him to Eddie’s van, Dustin taking shotgun while you take a seat in the back. 

“Hendersons! Good morrow to you both!” Eddie exclaims.

“Ugh Eddie you’re too happy for a Tuesday morning” you groan, still trying to wake yourself up. 

Eddie leans towards Dustin, “Jeez someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” he whispers, albeit loudly. 

“She woke up late, I think she had another dream about Harrington”

“Ah makes sense”

“Hey!” You snap at the two boys, “I heard that and I resent that!”

“So you did dream about Harrington” Eddie states plainly, pulling the car in reverse, easing out of your driveway. 

“No!”

A pause, then a large groan. You shove your face in your hands,

“Ugh fine, yes”

“Ew, gross! I don’t know what you see in that asshole anyways” Dustin says. 

“He’s not an asshole! He’s changed I swear, he doesn’t hang out with Tommy and Carol anymore and the other day he asked me for a pencil” you state that last part proudly. 

It was true, something in Steve had changed within the last couple of months. Maybe it was his breakup with Nancy Wheeler, or maybe something else had happened to him, you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of is that he actually was starting to notice you, give you soft smiles in class, ask you more questions about assignments. He even stopped hanging with Tommy and Carol which to you felt like you were in the twilight zone for a second. This just intensified your crush even more - you just had to convince your best friends and little brother that he had changed.

“Whoa no way? He actually spoke to you? Maybe he’ll ask for your hand in marriage next”

You shove your brothers elbow, “Fuck off Dustin” you mumble, taking an angry bite out of your apple. 

“Hey, hey Hendersons, it’s far too early to be arguing in the morning. Especially over an asshole like Harrington” Eddie waves his hand

“Eddie! You’re not helping!” 

“Whaaaat? You know I hate jocks, especially ones who throw balls in basket” he shakes his head, his brown curls jumping with every movement. 

“Thank you Eddie, at least someone here has a brain” Dustin glares at you, disappointed that his genius of an older sister just has to have the hots for Steve. 

You snort, “Okay as if I’m not going to graduate top of the class this year”

“Exactly, you’re going to go off to college and he’s just going to throw balls at baskets for the rest of his life, it’s just how the universe works” Eddie says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. 

Before you can retort back the van comes to stop in front of Robin’s house. Eddie honks his horn, a second later Robin comes bouncing out of her house, 

“Please, please, please don’t mention anything to Robin. It’s enough having you two chastise me” you grumble at the two boys in front. 

Eddie and Dustin share a look, a look that you’ve seen before. You can’t trust them when they’re both together, they’re both turned against you too many times - always out numbering you 2 to 1. Robin opens the van door, 

“Morning guys!” She cheerily greets the three of you. She takes the seat right next to you, placing her book bag on the floor. Dustin and Eddie mumble a good morning up front. Her eyes start to shift from you, then to the boys up front. Robin has good intuition, you can’t hide anything from her. 

“Ooooh, you dreamt about Harrington again didn’t you?”

You place your head in your hands as Dustin and Eddie snicker up front, 

“Jesus fucking Christ”

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After waving Dustin goodbye, the three of you walk into school side by side, Eddie on your right, and Robin on your left. Everyone at Hawkins knew the three of you were attached at the hip, the outcast, the nerd, and the band geek. 

As soon as the three of you walked in however, the halls were buzzing with people, all holding pink flyers in their hands. As the three continued to walk towards your locker there were pink flyers plastered all over the walls.

Hawkins High School School Committee Presents,

A Night in Paris

Masquerade Ball

Next Saturday at 7 PM

Eddie promptly rips one off the wall, his eyes scanning over the wording. He then turns to you, his eyes have now gone wide with excitement.

“Okay you have to go to this” he urges, shoving the paper in your chest as you spin your locker combination. Robin grabs another flyer that was stuck to the locker next to yours,

“A masquerade ball? Do we actually have the budget to do that?” She comments.

You shake your head as you take the paper from Eddie, “A masquerade ball? Yeah you know I don’t do dances” you tell him, shoving the flyer back right into his hands. 

Eddie whines loudly (and dramatically) as you slam your locker shut. “B-but you can dance with Harrington! That’s the whole point of the Masquerade Ball! You’ll be all incognito” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“You know Munsons got a point, if you ever wanted to chance with dingus this is your chance” Robin states as the three of you continue to walk. The bell then suddenly rings, alerting the three of you to be in first period. 

You sigh heavily, taking the paper back from Eddie. Maybe your best friends had a point, you weren’t one to go to dances, no one had ever asked you but a masquerade ball where everyone was in masks … that could be tempting.

“Think about it Henderson” Eddie says as he and Robin continue to walk down the hall. Robin gives you a small wave as they turn the corner and disappear. You enter your first period math class that you fortunately share with Steve. You shuffle your way to the back where you see Tommy and Carol sitting next to your seat. You plop right down next to them. Carol sitting on top of the desk obnoxiously chewing gum while Tommy humors her with whispers in her ear. 

They suddenly turn their attention to you, both with a scowl on their face. 

“Well if it isn’t four-eyes, I mean nerd, I mean Henderson” Carol taunts snarkily, a proud smile on her face. Tommy snickers at her comment. 

You’re used to this, hell they really need to come up with better material because you’re getting bored with the same insults. 

“Carol don’t you have any better insults or is your tiny brain not capable of computing anything new besides knowing how to suck Tommy’s dick behind the bleachers?” 

Tommy and Carol’s jaws drop - completely taken aback by your insult. She shoves Tommy violently with her elbow, “Tommy, do something!” She hisses at him.

“Listen here you bitch - “

“Hey assholes, how about you leave her alone?” A voice suddenly enters the conversation, one that sends chills down your spine. You gaze up and see your lover - uh you mean Steve taking the seat in front of you. He’s shooting daggers at Carol and Tommy as he places his books on the desk. Carol wordlessly jumps off the desk, a permanent frown on her face as she takes the seat on the other side.

Tommy too shuts right up, but not before getting one last word in, “I’ll get you for that four eyes” he whispers harshly at you, in return you just roll your eyes. 

Your eyes meet Steve’s and you give him a thin smile, mouthing to him thank you as he nods at you and takes his seat.

Class begins as usual, Mrs. Benning (or rather Ben the Hen is what they called her due to her large nature) starts class with a lecture. It starts to go smoothly until she does this thing where she picks on students who clearly aren’t paying attention. 

And for whatever reason she loves to pick on Steve. 

“Mr. Harrington, I assume you can give us the answer to number 6?” Her shrill voice echoes throughout the class. You watch as Steve stiffens in front of you, taken aback by surprise. He shifts in his seat as he pretends to flip through his textbook. 

“Uh, yeah, the answer to that is …”

Desperation claws at your lovesick heart, you decide to help the poor guy out. You bring a fist to your mouth when you then cough the answer loudly enough for him to hear,

“72!” He shouts proudly. 

However, subtly wasn’t your middle name.

Mrs. Benning narrows her eyes at you, “Miss. Henderson, I recall calling Mr. Harrington not you” she snaps.

All eyes are suddenly on you, shit, you were not good at this whole subtle thing. However Carol and Tommy put you in a sour mood and the whole masquerade ball has your head in a tizzy so your tolerance levels are at low - very low. 

“Well Mrs. Benning I don’t think it’s fair to pick on students who clearly don’t have their hands up, I mean would you like it if someone picked on you just to purposely embarrass you?”

The whole class gasps, even Steve at this point turns over and stares at you incredulously with a gaping smile. Mrs. Benning however, has fumes coming out of her hair, you swear you saw the chalk in her hand break in half.  

“I mean I’m just saying, it’s no fun either way right?” You finish politely, returning a smile at her. 

She lifts her hand and points to the door, “Principal's office, now” she orders through gritted teeth. 

You sigh loudly, grabbing your books and bag from the floor. This isn’t the first time your smart mouth has gotten you into trouble, you don’t care too much though at this point, you have bigger things to worry about. 

You head towards the door and out into the empty hallway. You’re about to make the corner turn to the office till you hear a voice yell your name,

“Henderson! Wait up!”

You freeze in your steps, that voice, it sends shivers down your spine. You turn around and see Steve running towards you, his brown hair flopping over his face as he catches up with you.

“H-hey Steve, what’s up?” you say, trying your hardest to keep it casual though your heart feels like it’s about to pound out of your chest.

“What you did back there … That was amazing, no one has ever stood up for me before. I just wanted to say thanks.” His brown eyes gaze into yours and for a second you forget to breathe. You can count all the freckles and moles on his face, you’ve never been this close to him before. As heat begins to exude from you, your glasses begin to embarrassedly fog up - something that tends to happen when you get riled up too much.

“Oh, your glasses - here, let me” Steve reaches down towards you, his large hand rests on your face for just a second as he gently tugs your glasses off your face. You stand there, in absolute shock, your brain trying to process what had just happened. You watch as he takes your glasses and cleans it with his shirt,

“I - I sometimes wear glasses to read, it happens to me too”

“You do?” You squeak out. Your absolute prince of a man wears glasses? 

“Yeah but let’s just keep that between us, it’ll be our little secret” he winks at you as he finishes cleaning the last lens. He then turns to look at you, really look at you, without your glasses.

“Huh, you’re cute without your glasses” he casually comments. But he realizes what he said and he begins to backtrack, “I - I mean not that you’re not cute with them! It’s just that I can see your eyes more. You have pretty eyes” he concludes.

Someone needs to come and pinch you because it feels like you’re dreaming. Steve Harrington - THE Steve Harrington calling you cute? You could die. 

You continue to gaze at him as if god broke the mold when he made him. Through thick lashes you watch him, palms clammy and feet rooted to the ground.

He carefully places the glasses back onto your face, his lips curved upward into a small smile. 

“T-thank you Steve” you manage to speak out, swallowing a large lump that was stuck in your throat. 

“Hey it’s no problem - “ he pauses as his attention turns to the pink flyer that is stuck behind you. He reached towards it, grabbing it off the wall.

“You going to this?” He asks.

“Uh … yeah?” You manage to say but in your head it just sounds like jumbled words.

“Cool, maybe I’ll see you there then. Catch you later Henderson” he gives you another wink as he begins to head back to class. You watch him as he disappears back into class, but your legs are glued to the floor, your mind still reeling from the interaction you had.

Well damn, now you had to go to the masquerade ball. You were never going to hear the end of it from Eddie and Robin. 

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Ufff. What a day!

Mom’s not well. Seriously unwell. Yesterday I read to her for 2 1/2 hrs, but today I didn’t even get to speak to her because she was in so much pain. I am worried sick. Any day I don’t get to tell Mom I love her upsets me anyway, but this is obviously much worse.

For the fourth day in a row my right ear has been making irritating crackly/popping sounds. I’ve had tinnitus as long as I can remember, and I don’t mind that background hum too much. At least it’s steady. This comes and goes. This keeps making me look to see what I’m hearing, like it’s beside me. I go from “Is there a critter back there?” to, “Oh, wait. It’s me!”

I’d gotten up early to go do the shopping, a trip that did two things besides get necessities for the next two weeks.

First, I found out a guy I’ve been friendly with at one of the stores for more than a decade is probably racist. It was a vibe, a body language, a warmth shut down. Up until now I’d not seen him checking anyone out, since he usually was doing the grunt work of moving stuff. He’s always seemed okay with his coworkers, but the telling thing in life is how you treat strangers and those with no power over you. Not shocking for a white dude in the rural south, but depressing.

Second, I used up my money. Like all of it. I weighed buying kerosene for the hot water heater and getting gas for the pickup. I am so sick of boiling water, that I decided the pickup can stay parked for two weeks (after I move that big bookcase between houses.)

Putting the kerosene in the tank when I got home I discovered the work I did the other day had created TWO joints to leak, the settling filter to tilt too much to work properly, and the whole tank to lean too far.

Oh, and I’d forgotten to rebuild the cinderblock steps to reach the pour in hatch. Trying to fix it I squished a finger. It’s purple now. Like entire end of the finger is purple!

And the steps no longer got me high enough, so I needed a ladder.

I discovered that last bit when I spilled a LOT of kerosene. In my face. In my eyes!

My eyes aren’t happy, BTW, and are planning to remind me of this assault for a while.

The kerosene took forever to put in the tank. It shouldn’t take THAT long to go through the screen. That’s because it turned out to be full of junk, that I now hope hasn’t contaminated the tank too much more than it already was after all probably 70 years of non-stop use.

I went to Mom’s house intending to do little. Instead I moved the damn treadmill! It weighs a ton, has only two tiny wheels that barely turn at the front but legs at the back, and was an inch two wide to go where I intended to put it out of the way in the hall. I had to maneuver it out of the bedroom with no swinging room for all the stacks of books, and get it through the door even though the pole saw that I store up the stairs sticks across it. **

Okay, so it’s too big to turn the corners to any of the other down stair rooms, and’s WAY too heavy to carry upstairs (even if I had the space or someone to help me), so I get the brainstorm to move it into the shed. I only have to move everything in the front of the shed…

You know, stuff like the industrial pump and seeming miles of hose my brother got for working on the boat, a spool of rope for the boat that’s waist high, the broken lawnmower, three boxes of damn jelly no one will eat, and that sort of thing.

Then I just had to get it off the porch and across the yard without gashing the steps or wood of the porch, or digging a groove through the grass, or getting stuck, or….

The neighbor dog, the great dane that’s now my buddy came to help. By help I mean he went into the house while the door was blocked open and grabbed things to take away and shred in the front yard. Foam. Paper. Bags…

OMG! Is that the bottom of the lantern I was removing the dead batteries from??? NO!!!! Give it back!!! That isn’t a toy! STOP!!!

Replacing that lantern will cost me $40. If that dog broke it…

And I petted him. Because what does he know.

I “walked” the treadmill across the yard, waddling using the two tiny wheels. The dog ran over as it swung back and forth, and heavy as it was I couldn’t stop the swing. WHACK! Right into his poor head!

He seemed okay, and after a bit of comforting he was back to normal. Well, except now he had discovered a game of trying to leap over the swinging treadmill.

Lifting the front into the shed I hurt my back, though I wasn’t really aware until I was putting everything back in the shed on top of it.

Oh good. Now I just have to disassemble the shelves, haul them around, put the bookcase back together, fill the floor to ceiling bookcase, and then figure out where I can make space for another one.

I realized then something had gone with my ankle brace on the bad foot. I could barely put weight on it.

With the animals fed and the sun set I was ready to flop, when…the two pain in the ass cats stole my seat! Nony and Yow Yow are lovable as heck, or I sure as hell wouldn’t let them in, but GEEZ, I have one single chair to sit in in the shop house, and with the floor collapsed it will stay one. The least they could do is shove over….

Okay, my supper livened them up, even if it was nothing the would want to eat. I went to put them on the porch, and Yow Yow did her usual boneless flop, not even trying to put her feet under her, and letting her wet sack of a body block the door. Nony, being just the opposite, seemed to fly back into the house. This led to him running around the house, playing keep away, and chewing in the cord to the freakin’ space heater! I put him out and…

Yow Yow was back in the chair asleep!!!!

***sigh***

I can’t evict a sleeping cat. So I sit down by her and in seconds she is on top of me. Now I couldn’t reach the computer or my sculpey or go get a drink or… I mean, awwwww, she looks so cozy!

I’m worried, I’m tired, I’m hurting, and I’m grumpy.

And if I don’t get this cat off my lap I’m not going to get the hot water heater lit!

**It’s been “fun” carrying stuff out of that room stepping over the pole saw that’s knee level, unusually backwards because there was no space to turn around after I picked up the storage container. Stupid beloved books!

***I have four bookcases , three of them floor to ceiling metal ones like this, in my bedroom at the shop. But where can I put them in house packed with the contents of three houses? They need to go against a wall, since we are talking maximum filling. And it can’t be a wall that already has furniture against it or where that chimney leaks sometimes or near the heater. I’ve already got bookshelves in front of windows even, with paneling wedged in not to protect the glass like with a sane person, but to shield the books. Too many windows! I need a cave! LOL

[thatblackravenclaw]

Very Good Boy

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author note: whaaat two fics in one day? Yeah, I have a final due, so I'm procrastinating it 😅. It felt so wrong writing for this one, even as a Neville girl, but I can't lie, I've read a good amount of Neville smut.

Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw!fem!reader

word count: 670

warning(s): smut, cursing, exhibitionism kink if you squint, oral (male receiving), dry humping, illusion to unprotected sex, public sex (i think the common room is counted as public sex), mommy kink, sub neville

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I look up at the ceiling as I sit on the velvet blue couch. The stars above us slowly drifting to the left. My eyes drift down to my beautiful girlfriend that’s sitting on my lap, placing soft kisses all over my face while grinding her hips against my crotch.

I’m nervous about someone coming in, but the way her lips feel on my skin is making the fear slowly drift away.

She lifts her head and I whine at the loss of her lips.

“Neville?” she asks me shyly.

“Yes, Flower?”

“Can I try something?”

“Anything.” As long as I get to continue feeling your lips on mine.

She sinks down to her knees and spreads my legs. Once she’s in between them, her hand reaches for my zipper.

“Here, bun?” Anxiousness obvious in my tone.

“Yes, here. Come on baby. It’ll be fun. For me?” And she gives me that look that she knows I can’t refuse.

I sink into the couch and relax which she takes as a sign to continue unzipping my pants. I help her pull them past my butt but keep my underwear on.

Her hand palms my half hard dick. I let out a strained moan as to not alert every Ravenclaw behind the bookcase.

She stokes me through my briefs, and I grip the arm of the couch to keep myself grounded. The stars in the ceiling start to become blurry as I lose myself in the feeling.

I zone back in and feel her soft tongue lick the slit in my head, tasting the pre-cum that had started to leak. My hips involuntarily bucking up with the contact.

She takes her mouth off my now hard dick and looks up at me.

“I’m going to keep one hand on your thigh. Tap it three times if it gets too much, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” I say almost breathless.

“Good boy.”

She puts me back in her mouth and slowly inches towards the base. I moan a little louder than last time as I use my hand to hold her hair back.

As soon as she takes me all the way to her throat the door opens.

“Neville? Is that you?” I hear Padma ask me.

My eyes widen, but y/n continues to bob her head, her throat clenching around the tip.

“Hey! Hey, Padma. Hey Cho. What’s up?” I ask as soon as I turn around, eternally grateful that they stayed by the door.

“I should be asking you that since you’re in our house.” Padma says while giggling with Cho.

“Oh, you know. Just really enjoy your guys’ common room.”

“I see. So, where’s your girlfriend?”

I’m about to respond when y/n takes one of my balls and starts to suck on it while pumping my shaft getting me closer to cumming. My grip on her makeshift ponytail tightens.

“She actually went looking for you guys. Something about needing to talk to you about something.”

“How weird. Do you know where she went?”

Fuuuuck I’m about to come. I look down at y/n and she has my dick back in her mouth and her hand strokes have picked up.

“Um um I think she went to the library or the courtyard. I can’t quite remember.”

“Oh, cool. Thanks! We’ll return her after when we find her.” Cho says.

“Great! Bye!” I say rushed.

Once I heard the doors close buck up my hips hard and let out a guttural moan as I cum down her throat. My eyes close when I see her remove her lips from my head and swallow. My breathing is heavy as I feel my dick throb for more.

“Was I a good boy for you?” I ask as I flutter my eyes open.

She sits back on my lap, but I notice her bare pussy graze the length of my dick.

“You were the best boy for me, baby. Wanna be better and fuck mommy?” She asks me as she spreads her arousal on my tip.

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

You don’t want to miss dessert - Rio (Good Girls)

Ok so let’s be honest, last night’s episode was just pure teasing, the hands, the smirks, the bedroom scene. God have mercy I’m about to bust 😂 The thought of Rio making you cum into his hands in his own family home while everyone is waiting outside is just 👅 Enjoy this one 😏

Warning : Smut

Word Count : 1.6k (Not proofread)

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Being in business with Rio was definitely a challenge for you. You’ve had your arguments over the past 2 years, them not always ending well. You had wanted out after 8 months, but he wouldn’t let you do that. He had threatened you for you to come back to work with him. The problem with your relationship, was that both of you always wanted to be right and have the upper hand. He loved that you were daring and confident, but he often needed to remind you who was boss.

You could say your relationship was complicated. It was only business related, even though the both of you had slept together a couple of times before, not making it a recuring thing. Three times, you had slept together three times since you had met him, each time better than the other. You would be lying if you said you weren’t drawn and attracted to Rio. Hell, even his name made you feel puddy. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever hooked up with before. Maybe it was the fact that you never really met someone like him, which is normal cause Rio is unique.

People wouldn’t necessary imagine the both of you working and being together, but that’s why it made perfect sense. Neither your entourage nor the FBI would suspect you to be in business with a guy like him. By the look of it, you seem to live in two different worlds, but you were very much alike. You needed to be in control, just like him and you had a certain way to plan and do things, which matched his way to do business.

He thrusted you, and he had spoken to you about meeting important people, which you were nervous for. You didn’t want to imagine someone more dangerous and intimidating than him, but you tried to prepare yourself for the worse. You were supposed to meet later that day and he had texted you the address. Parts of you was always being skeptical about his next move, fearing something bad could happen to you, not that you had anything to hide.

Being on your way to meet him, you felt the palms your hands getting sweaty, wiping them off on the black dress you chose to wear. Just like Rio, dark colors were your go to, often wearing dresses and skirts to show your legs. You got out of the car, walking slowly towards the red door, knocking on it lightly.

“Hey mama” a deep throaty voice startled you, making you turn around to see your boss boarding a slight smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down.

You felt your cheeks getting warmer as he motioned for you to follow him through the backyard. You got nervous for a minute but once you passed the wooden door, you saw kids running around and the smell of grilled food making your mouth water calmed you down. He walked towards the table, putting his arms around an older lady’s shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

“This is my boss” he said, looking at her, then diverting his eyes towards yours quickly

“I’m just his grandmother” she said, chuckling lightly before looking back at you. “You must be (Y/N)”

“I am” you answered, nodding softly

“Well, both of you come take your seat, you arrived just in time for dinner” she said motioning her hands towards the table, where a few plates were already laid down. Rio pulled your chair as you sat down, mumbling a quick thank you, string at him as he took the seat next to you. You were getting slightly less nervous as all of you ate your delicious food while talking and laughing.

“So how do you know my uncle?” a 10-year-old kid asked you, taking a bite of his chicken.

“She’s just a work friend, bud” Rio answered for you

“What’s she do?” the kid asked again, looking at his uncle

“Um, she helps me out” he said looking at you “That right?” Rio smirked at you as you nodded

“That all?” the guy in front of him asked, stepping into the conversation, looking devilishly at the both of you. “Heard a lot about you (Y/N)” he continued as you felt Rio getting tense beside you.

“Um yeah, that’s all” you said slightly blushing, feeling Rio’s hand on your back, rubbing it slowly. He changed the subject, knowing his cousin was making you uncomfortable. You continued eating quietly as they all laughed and talked together. You could feel his hands on your back still, pushing back your chair before excusing yourself.

“I’m sorry, is there a bathroom I could use please?” You smiled slightly at Rio’s grandma, as she gave you direction. You made your way inside, finding the bathroom easily. You did what you had to do, and washed your hands looking at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss. You could hear the sound of their laughter from where you were, making you sight lightly.

You got out, making your way through the hallway, passing a bedroom, which seemed to be his grandmother’s. You stopped by the door, seeing some picture frames placed neatly on a bookshelf, making you walked closer into the room to look closely at them. You picked a picture of a young Rio graduating into your hands and it made you wonder what he studied. You didn’t picture him as a big school person, so you were surprised to say the least. You jumped slightly as Rio’s husky voice, interrupted you.

“What are you doing?” he said, leaning against the door frame, looking at you, deeply.

“I don’t know, I just got curious” you shrugged your shoulders, watching his every moves. He moved closer to you, making you hold your breath, nervous and aroused. He made you weak in the knees and you could hardly speak without getting flustered. Even thought you were a confident woman, his body close to yours always had that effect on you, and he knew it. You turned towards the bookcase again, feeling his firm chest pressing against your back, as he picked up a smaller picture frame, the both of you looking at it.

“You find anything interesting?” he asked, his mouth next to your ear, sending down shivers down your spine. He put the frame back, his arms brushing yours lightly, making you turn around to face him. His eyes burned into yours, waiting for your answer. You licked your lips, looking at your fumbling hands before meeting his dark eyes again

“I don’t know” you said, feeling bold you dropped both of your hands on his chest, sliding them down until they could rest on the waistband of his pants “You tell me” you stated, before unbuckling his belt.

He stopped you, grabbing your wrist softly, making you look at him a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He shook his head slightly, putting your hand down and dragging his towards your thigh. His finger danced on your soft skin, goosebumps rising onto your body. He lifted your leg slowly, resting it on his waist. His face now in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over throat, making you close your eyes, appreciating the moment. You felt his long fingers trail up to the side of your emerald, green lace panties, before making his way to your dripping core, spreading your juices, letting out a throaty groan.

The sound of him only making you wetter, his finger making its way into your warm tight flesh. A quiet moan erupted from your mouth as you grabbed his shoulder firmly, bringing him even closer to you. The room was silent, except for the sounds of his digits pumping in and out of you quickly. Your breathing was getting heavier, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans to yourself. His thumb found his way to your clit, massaging it slowly, putting just enough pressure to make your body quiver.

He inserted another finger inside of your leaking fold, fastening his pace, making you clench around him. One of your hand traveled to his neck, digging your fingers into the back of it, as he let out a deep groan next to your ear.

“R-Rio” you mumbled quietly, clenching your eyes shut, feeling your climax approaching by the second.

“I know mama” he whispered “let it go” right when the words left his lips, you felt yourself relax into his embrace, as your orgasm took over you. He helped you ride it out, pumping his fingers slowly, before removing them from your inside. You faltered your dress as he moved towards the door.

“Hurry up, you don’t want to miss dessert” he said smirking before leaving you all flustered into his grandma’s bedroom. You waited a few minutes, before following behind him, joining the others around the table outside.

“Ahhh here she is. We wondered where you’ve been” Rio’s cousin exclaimed as you sat down. “Pie?” he handed you a plate, not waiting for your reply. You took it, placing it in front of you listening to the older lady speak. As you all finished your dessert, you saw Rio from the corner of your eyes, dig his finger into the whipped cream remaining on his plate, and popping them into his mouth sucking slowly on them. You could feel his eyes on you, and you could only imagine him smirking as his tongue lapped at his finger, the same fingers that were minutes ago buried into your tight pussy. Just the thought of him tasting the remaining of your hot fluid made you clench your thighs together, Rio not missing the sight of you getting flustered again.

“Mhh … I think this must be the best dessert I’ve ever tasted”

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Thanks for reading

Hope you liked it, let me know what you think

-K

[pastelpaperplanes]

Not Optimus

The piece you did of Megs and Oppy cuddling in bed gave me ideas. Fluffy, angsty ideas.

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He’d been looking for paper. 

That’s all Optimus wanted. He hadn’t meant to spend the night, but it had been so late and it had been raining outside and Megatron had been doing absolutely wicked things with his mouth. 

Things that he had continued early the next morning. Optimus could feel heat pooling in his stomach at the memory of how Megatron had looked at him as the first rays of sunlight spilled into the bedroom, the intensity of his eyes rendering Optimus to putty in his hands. 

Megatron had had a meeting later on that morning, and after much encouragement and bargaining, he slipped out of bed and dressed for the day. Optimus was falling back to sleep as Megatron pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, promising that he would be back as soon as he could. 

When Optimus had woken up again later that day, he remembered that he was supposed to have gone home last night, and he had to work tonight at the club. So he’d made the bed, cleaned up, and borrowed a shirt and shorts to wear on the trip back to his apartment. He wasn’t looking forward to the lecture he’d no doubt get from Ratchet for staying out all night without any word. 

Before he left, he decided to leave a note for Megatron, letting him know that Optimus had to head back to his place to get cleaned up and ready for his shift that night. He’d searched the bedroom and sitting room to no avail. That left Megatron’s office. 

Optimus had only been in Megatron’s office once before. Megatron had left the door open one morning and Optimus had come in with a mug of coffee for him. Optimus felt himself smile at the memory of that morning. Megatron had been grateful for the coffee, looking up at Optimus like he’d been sent from Primus Himself. He’d gathered Optimus up in his lap and kissed him until he couldn’t speak. 

It had been one of the best mornings of his life. 

He tried to find where Megatron kept the paper in his desk. He pulled drawers open to shuffle through. He found plenty of pens and letters, but a quick skim told him they weren’t anything incriminating. He kept looking. It was quickly beginning to get frustrating. Was it really too much to ask for a simple notepad? He pulled open one of the bottom drawers and felt around. AS he reached the back, his fingers brushed against something soft but hard. Frowning, he grabbed the object and pulled it out.

It was a box. It was made of black velvet, and it fit in the palm of Optimus’ hand. Definitely not notepad paper. 

He should put it back. Optimus told himself that he should put it back. It wasn’t what he was looking for. 

But what if it was evidence of some kind, he asked himself. Or at least, that was the excuse he made up to himself to justify his curiosity. He gently opened the box. The inside was cushioned with a creamy gold silk, with the name of a high end jeweler stamped on the inside of the lid. 

And nestled inside was a ring. Its silver shine seemed brighter in the morning light, but Optimus’ eye was immediately drawn to what looked to be an engraving on the inside. Without thinking, he gently plucked the ring out and read it. 

Orion, my darling spark

Optimus’ breath caught. The ring trembled in his fingers and he had to grip it tighter to keep from dropping it. He could feel something spinning white hot inside of his chest, and his eyes began to sting. He knew he was smiling as he held the ring up to read the engraving over and over again. Every time, he felt his smile grow wider and wider, and his vision was blurring with emotion. A weak laugh escaped before he could stop it.

He paused.

Orion, my darling spark.

Orion.

Not Optimus. Orion. This ring was for Orion Pax. That was who Megatron had been holding so close, who he’d been taking to his bed. Orion Pax was the mech that Megatron wanted to marry. Orion Pax was the one that Megatron loved.

Not Optimus.

Optimus wasn’t a simple mech down on his luck who managed to snag a gig as a burlesque. Optimus was a dropout. Optimus was an undercover informant for the Elite Guard. Optimus was… 

Optimus glanced down at himself - at the too-big shirt draped across his frame. At the hickey that was peeking out just under his collarbone. He looked around the office, it finally dawning just whose office this was.

He was in too deep.

Oh Primus, he was in far too deep.

What would Sentinel say if he saw how easily Optimus had fallen for his own facade? Optimus could practically see the smug, condescending grin as it split across the other mech’s face. He’d laugh and tell Optimus that he was pathetic. He’d tell Optimus that he really was an idiot if he actually believed that Megatron would want anything to do with him if he knew who he really was.

And the horrible truth of it was - he was right. 

Optimus was only kidding himself if he thought that this… relationship with Megatron stood even an iota of a chance. What was he supposed to do - marry Megatron to keep up the charade? Stand there while Megatron made vows to a mech who didn’t actually exist? What about when Optimus finally managed to gather enough evidence to put Megatron away for who knew how long? What then?

By the time the tears began to spill down Optimus’ cheeks, they were no longer tears of joy. 

Orion Pax wasn’t real. He never had been. But despite that, Optimus felt bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of him. 

An image flashed in his mind - Megatron, down on one knee, looking up at Optimus as if he held all the stars in the universe in his hands, and opening this box. He would look Optimus in the eye, and with a happy and hopeful voice, ask Orion Pax to marry him.

Optimus fumbled with the ring for a moment as he wedged it back into the box and snapped it shut. He had to force himself to open the drawer and carefully replace the box so that hopefully Megatron wouldn’t notice that it had been touched. 

As soon as the box slipped out of his fingers, Optimus drew his hand back and quickly shut the drawer. He stumbled to his feet in his haste, and cursed as he bumped into a nearby bookcase. The tears were still coming, blurring his vision, but Optimus didn’t care. 

Moving quickly, Optimus walked out of the office and back into the bedroom. He ripped the shirt and shorts off and slipped back into the remnants of the dress he’d been wearing the night before. His breathing was getting ragged, but he didn’t slow down as he ran out of the bedroom and into the sitting room. It took him a moment to find his shoes - a pair of mid-high pumps that Knock Out had insisted he pay for as a ‘welcoming gift’ when Optimus had first started at the club.

When Optimus had started working to get close to a mob boss in an effort to put him in prison. 

His heavy breathing only made the tears come faster, along with an absolutely pathetic sounding whimper. Optimus squeezed his eyes shut in a vain effort to banish the tears. He didn’t bother putting his shoes back on as he grabbed his discarded clutch bag and ran out the door.

Optimus all but flew down the street, a deafening thumping throughout his whole body. 

He didn’t know what exactly he was running from, but maybe - he thought - maybe if he ran fast enough, he wouldn’t have to face what would be coming next.

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do you hear the sound of my heart BREAKING

ahh this fic left me in torment so why not make it hurt that much more w some fan art :’’

GW your work kills me in the best ways THANK YOU

[pennylanewrites]

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minors dni!

description: Armin Arlert loves sweet, innocent things, especially when he can ruin them with his very own sickening sweetness.

pairings: Armin Arlert x gn! reader

word count: 2.4k

contains: smut duh, modern au, private college richboy armin, mild obsession with reader, oral (male receiving), use of the word ‘whore’, like one slap, unprotected sex (nothing spills inside dw), lowkey manipulation (what else y’all expected from armin?)

!!reader is afab(assigned female at birth), gender neutral and of legal age (around their 2nd year of college)!!

)^o^(

Whatever Armin Arlert wanted, Armin Arlert got. Cars, VIP seats, answers to exams, anything you can imagine. Being one of the most well-respected alumni of Paradis Institute's only son definitely had its advantages.

Girls and boys begged for a chance to be noticed by Armin Arlert, who wore his Prefect pin proudly and monitored the halls with his head high, but to no avail. Armin had long forgotten about sex, he found it appalling and unnecessary, unless it was with you.

You, who walked with your head high just like him. You, who would talk with classmates and wonder why they sprinted away as soon as the Prefect turned a corner. You, who could swear you heard a few camera clicks every time you used the communal showers. You, who despite being beautiful and charming, could not get a significant other for the life of you. Yes, your classmate, Armin had made sure the only person available to you would be himself; the handsome, smart and rich Prefect.

"Can I help you, Arlert?" Were the only words you spoke to him when he entered the science lab you were trying to work in.

"Am I bothering you, ___ ? I can leave." You took one look at his big, ocean blue eyes and sighed, taking your glasses off.

"No, sorry."

"Rough day? I'm sure it's nothing a massage can't solve." He offered, walking around the table you were working on and immediately placing his hands on your stiff shoulders. You shrugged them off quickly and faced the other way.

"Are you sure you don't want a massage from the person paying for your scholarship?" He whispered in a low voice, which would be very attractive if you weren't intimidated by him. You gulped and nodded, allowing him to happily massage your shoulders and upper back.

"I heard you're having a hard time with the new lecture."

"I-I do." You tried withholding a pleased sigh. The massage was definitely working.

"Be at my dorm around seven. I'll help you with it, ___." Armin left with a polite smile and bow of his head, leaving you to wonder how he looked so sweet yet acted so bitter.

At seven sharp, you stood outside of Armin Arlert's dormitory, patting your hair down, fixing your shirt underneath your uniform pants and looking around nervously. With a deep breath, you finally knocked on the wooden door, which was opened almost immediately.

"Come in, ___!" Armin's face lit up the moment he saw you and he stepped away for you to enter his room. A kitchenette, a double bed, a desk and a bookcase filled all the space, just like every other dorm on campus. And as you set your books on the desk, you could have sworn you caught a glimpse of tiles, running water and a nude person as the lock screen on his laptop, which he was quick to close before you took another look.

"Would you like a coffee, ___?"

"Yes, please."

It was getting past ten and your head could barely stand up on its own. You leaned back on the chair and stretched your arms out, yawning into one of them. Armin noticed and closed your book, his hand lingering on it.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" ,he exclaimed and opened a drawer, "I have some flash cards for you!"

"Oh, it's not necessa–"

"I insist." He said firmly and looked through some neatly filed papers. Once again, your eye caught a few pictures of someone's back profile and you could swear they had the same lower back tattoo as you. You, however, dismissed it once again. Boys tend to have pictures of pornstars, right?

Flipping through the flash cards, a picture fell out and Armin rushed to pick it up before you could. This time, however, it was loud and clear that the person in those photos was you taking a shower. At the time, you didn't know that all those pictures were set up on purpose. For you to see and become vulnerable in front of Armin Arlert.

"Armin, what's that?" Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper instead of the clear and stern tone you were planning on.

"Just something I'm planning on posting on the college's site tonight." He grinned.

"Wh-what? Why would you–"

"I don't know, ___. You tell me." He leaned closer to you, holding his weight on the arms of your chair. His blond hair fell over his eyes, making it the perfect shade of dark blue under the shadows.

"I have to go." You said sheepishly and started picking your books up, but an arm around your waist stopped you.

"Why do you keep on resisting me, ___?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I want you. And you want me too, right?"

     You were confused. Heartbroken. You always thought of Armin as nothing else than your classmate. So, what was this sudden urge to lock your lips with his?

     Looking up, you were met with a dark look in his eyes and a grin that seemed almost evil. You knew deep down he had dark intentions, but at the same time, you needed to know what those intentions were.

“I’ve never seen you wearing a skirt or a dress...you always act so modest, but the way you touch yourself so desperately in the shower...” his hand ghosted over your clothed thigh and stopped at your hip, “you just want to get fucked like a whore, right?”

“A-Armin...”

“Why don’t you put a little show for me? Undress yourself.” He sat on his chair and opened his legs, shamelessly showing off the tent in his uniform pants.

With a blush decorating your cheeks and a trembling bottom lip at the embarrassment suddenly hitting you, you slowly unbuttoned your white dress shirt and let it drop on the floor. Kicking the Oxford shoes your school required off, your hands made way to the side zipper on your pants. This time, your eyes locked with Armin’s as your pants dropped on the floor next to your shirt.

“Those too, doll.” He ordered, referring to your underwear. His demanding tone went straight between your legs, which you rubbed together in an attempt for some friction. You quickly unclasped your bra and removed your underwear, but before you could do anything else, Armin extended his arm and pulled you closer to him. With his arms around your waist, his forehead came in contact with your lower stomach, taking in the sight before his eyes with a deep breath.

“On your knees.”

You did as he said and watched his hands, decorated with a few gold rings and a bracelet, unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Pushing his boxers down slightly, his member spurted out and hit his lower abdominals. Chuckling at your wide eyes, he led your hand to his cock.

“Consider this a thanks for your scholarship.” He leaned back on the chair, one hand behind his head and the other gripping your hair. You nodded and brought your mouth closer, licking on the tip that dripped with precum. As one of your hands massaged his balls and your mouth started taking more of his length in, a few groans escaped Armin’s lips and the grip on your hair tightened. But he had had enough. Both of his hands found your hair and pushed your head down, earning a gag at the sudden contact of his tip with your throat. You swore you could hear the smirk in his groans as your tongue worked around his length while he pushed your head up and down rapidly.

“Just like that...good...take it all.” You would be lying if you said his words didn’t make you rub your thighs together, desperate for something, anything to fulfill your need.

Before you could lead one of your hands between your legs, warm ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. Armin thrusted in your mouth a couple more times, milking his orgasm and overstimulating himself enough that a few more drops of the hot liquid joined your saliva. Removing himself with a squelch, he grazed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Good. Swallow like the whore you are.” You did as he said, your eyesight blurry and your head dizzy from the facefucking you just went through. Without wasting another minute, Armin got up, pulling you with him and leaving a rough, needy kiss on your swollen lips. With a knee spreading your legs and rubbing right at your core, he kissed down your neck and collarbones, allowing you to let out the most quiet moans.

“Look at you. At this rate, you’re gonna get off using my leg.” You could only respond with a hum as he tackled you on his bed, not wasting any time in taking his clothes off before getting on top of you. His hands roamed your curves and yours stayed around his neck, fidgeting with the gold chain around it. A sudden moan escaped your lips when two of Armin’s fingers scissored your slit open and entered with ease. His eyes fixated on your face; the way your lips trembled and your eyes rolled back with every pump of his slender fingers, oh how he wished he could spend every second of the day looking at you like this; so sweet, so vulnerable, almost too innocent, yet so perfect for him to ruin.

“Please, Armin...’m gonna-”

“Aww, too bad.” He removed his fingers and laughed at your disappointed face, which soon turned into a surprised one when he grabbed both your legs and placed them over his shoulders. You both let out a gasp when his pink tip entered your hole. Armin was not like anyone you’ve been with. He didn’t care about letting you adjust to his girth, thinking it was much more pleasurable to see you struggling not to make a sound.

“Armin...”

“Yeah, say my name, love.” He thrusted harder into your walls, hands gripping your hips to ground you in your spot. Another thrust from Armin and another moan from you, each time the thrusts getting quicker and your soft voice louder, not even beginning to think that there were people on the other side of the thin walls.

“Why so quiet, love? Do you not...like...the way I’m fucking you?” He said between quick thrusts, not giving you the time to make out a single word. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the knot tied low in your stomach was ready to come untied.

“Answer me.” He ordered, the grip on your hips now almost painful. You opened your eyes to see him leaning down, your legs now almost next to your head on the pillow. Armin hovered over you, now fucking your hole with more ease. You noticed he let out soft, needy whines every time your walls clenched around his cock, to which you grinned slightly. Bad choice.

“Do you think it’s funny? The way you let me fuck you so easily?” A hand now met your hair, pulling your head back into the pillow a bit.

“A-Armin!”

“That’s right. Say my name, whore.” He closed his eyes, taking in the sound of his name coming from your mouth. Your walls clenched around him as the knot finally came undone, and you were sure your juices were spilling on the sheets.

“Please...too sensitive...I can’t-” Your words came out in stutters, your legs closing involuntarily only for Armin to push them open again every time.

“Say my name.” He moaned out, thrusting inside your cunt now almost inhumanly fast.

“Armin!” Your second orgasm was on the way and your legs were starting to shake from the overstimulation. Armin didn’t fail to notice it and he wouldn’t lie if he said he wasn’t close as well, but he had learned to control himself. He couldn’t let it be over so soon. Not when he finally had you where he wanted you all along.

In the heat of the moment, it took you a few seconds to notice a stinging on your cheek, but when you did, you looked up at the blond, who was smirking down at you, hand still on your red cheek.

“Who’s fucking you? Huh?”

“You! You’re fucking me, Armin!”

“Louder.” He grunted, finally giving some attention to your nipples by slapping them teasingly.

“Armin! Armin! Fuck, I’m gonna–”

“Cum on my cock...fuck, ___.” Armin couldn’t take it anymore when your walls clenched around him once again as you orgasmed for the second time that night. Between moans and gasps and whispers of his name, you felt a wave of air hit your core and you realized Armin had pulled out.

He was now rubbing his swollen cock over your stomach, the other hand desperately massaging your breast. To help him, you led his hand to your other breast and took his cock in your own, thumb grazing over his red tip to make the beads of cum coat the rest of his length. Armin tilted his head back, not shy to moan loudly at the way your hand rubbed his length so...perfectly.

“Fuck, just like that. Just like that, love.” His legs shook slightly as his warm cum drew on your stomach and breasts, shooting almost up to your neck due to the overstimulation he went through. Exhausted and out of breath, Armin fell on the pillow next to you and planted a rough kiss on your lips.

“Let me take a picture of you. Don’t move.” Shocked, you couldn’t even blurt out a word at what he suggested, but something deep inside you made you nod in agreement. Maybe that tiny crush you had on Armin for one month on your first year finally decided to come out and play.

“Look at the camera, love. Now, smile. ” He ordered, getting on top of you with an old-fashioned polaroid in hand. He took one of your breasts in his big, soft hand and snapped a picture that he’d later pin over his bed, a reminder for himself and everyone that Armin Arlert always got what he wanted.

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Lmao I hope y’all liked this otherwise it’d be embarrassing. Anyway, requests are always open, leave some for me to do while I procrastinate! <3

[achillieus]

we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, angst, too much tension, bucky and reader are stupid and in  denial, sexual tension all around the place

tagging: @tonystankschild​

(other parts)  (masterlist)

part 2/3:

And then it’s the last week of February and you have an assignment together, you and Bucky, the boy with black hair and a mind that you’re certain is not as clever as he insists it is. You know this cannot possibly end well. You feel it when he sits beside you and his knee brushes past your leg. You feel it when you take a breath and smell his aftershave. Sandalwood and vanilla. It makes you want to lick your lips. Please, get a grip. You try to get away, even propose to write the whole thing alone so you wouldn’t have to spend any time around him. In your mind, you call it self defense. But Bucky’s boastful and you can see him pumping the muscles in his neck, trying to intimidate you.

“My dorm, tomorrow at 7,” he says “Don’t be late.”

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(your late night instagram search history)

(00:38 AM) #literaturememes

(01:15 AM) @buckybrns

(01:30 AM) #newgirl

(01:50 AM) @buckybrns

(02:10 AM) @buckybrns

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when he’s not around.

-

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that everyone, boys and girls, adore him alike. He’s charming, he’s crafty, he’s brilliant. He’s everything they want him to be and even more. It nearly condones his megalomania.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s aware he has an audience. Always plans his moves, knows how to play his character perfectly. He wears dark designer jeans and plain Henley shirts, buttons open, fabric tight around his biceps. Sometimes even a black leather jacket and a tag necklace. Girls are intrigued by the bad-boy, straight A student contrast, while the boys are envious enough keep him close and invite him to all of their parties. Bucky gives them whatever they need.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s utterly lonely. He has never said so, but it’s the truest thing about him. He has Sam. But for how long? Bucky’s used to people going away. It has been imprinted on him. His best friend, Steve, left with his girlfriend in an exchange program last month and Natasha, the one girl he ever came close to loving, just started dating Clint Barton. Clint fucking Barton. What a downgrade.

And then there’s you, sitting at the end of his bed, playing with the ring in your finger, reading some neatly written lecture notes. Usually, Bucky would think about 129 cheeky comments he could make to a girl in his room. But not to you. Are you sure, Bucky? He has grown accustomed to disliking you. It’s the one constant he has left and he’s not planning on losing it.

He leans down and takes the place next to you, a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

He offers and you decline.

“We need to concentrate on the project.”  

“You’re the biggest killjoy.” Bucky says with a hint of a smirk.

“I’m studying, Bucky.” He can see your left hand holding that dark green pen in a tight grip and your eyes trying to focus everywhere but on his face. He can see your hair glistening in the warm afternoon light that comes from his window. He can see the soft red blush on your cheeks and the beauty mark on your neck. What a tricky thing it is to see. And to feel. And to want.

Is that what dislike tastes like, Bucky?

-

He talks a lot, that’s the first thing you notice. He says all sorts of things, most of them having nothing to do with your project. You’re certain it’s because he’s feeling as uncomfortable and agitated as you. But still, it’s annoying as hell.

“Listen,” you say and turn to his side “I’m not going to fail this class just because you have the attention span of a two year old.”

A laugh escapes his lips and you watch, completely in awe, the way little wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. Right now, he looks tender and warm. No, he doesn’t.

“I think we’re both pretty smart,” Bucky says nonchalant and wets his lower lip with his tongue, before he adds, “We’ve got this, so relax doll.”

There are rules, things that are solid, de facto.

Example 1: Bucky never praises you. At least not out loud.

Example 1: Not valid anymore.

Example 2: Bucky uses the word “doll” approximately ten times a day. To other girls. The girls he likes. Not to you.

That’s actually wrong, he called you doll the first time you met. That doesn’t count. He didn’t know you then.

Example 2: Not valid anymore.

It feels foreign. Pleasant and beguiling, but foreign.

“You always call girls “doll”. What is this?” You ask and he looks up. “Is it like your thing, your flirt move?”

Bucky meets your gaze, his forehead creased, and holds it for some seconds before he laughs again. Is this amusing him?

“No, I’m serious.” You bite your lip. “You even did it to me when we first met.”

“I did?”

Of course he doesn’t remember, what did you expect?

“Yeah, when you helped me find the admission office.”

“And you remember that, an entire year later?” He raises his eyebrows, looking entertained and partly interested.

Your mind empties and for some time you feel out of place, embarrassed. But you’re quick to recollect yourself. You can’t let him get you.

“It was my first day as a college student, I remember all of it.”

Liar. You don’t even remember who you sat next to.

Bucky smirks a little too long for your liking and then he leans in, his body bending in a way that makes you forget to breath. He’s so close and you only see blue, a rare kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the brightest shade of the sky at noon. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t that handsome. Handsome and indomitable. What an awful combination.

“Interesting.” He whispers and lies back, touching the wall.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and clear your throat.

“I should go, it’s obvious we’re not making any progress.” You pick your books and stand up. “Sometimes I wonder how you get all those perfect grades, you clearly-” You merely finish your sentence before he grabs your arm and swiftly, he has you pressed against his wooden bookcase. You don’t have time to blink.

What’s happening? He was sitting down a second ago.

“That day,” he says while his thumb draws circles on your wrist. “You were wearing a denim dress and some Saturn shaped earrings. And you were holding a cherry juice box.”

It’s utterly terrifying how your emotions toss and turn the moment you realize what he’s talking about and the fragile muscles of your heart ache because Bucky cares. Bucky remembers.

“It wasn’t my first day of college, but I remember.”

You want to throw up. Or kiss him. You’re not sure. You know you hate Bucky. Do you? You’ve taught yourself to. And it was never supposed to change. It shouldn’t have to.  

You part your lips to say something, anything, but he shakes his head and steps back.

“You should go.”

And you do. And you’ll never tell him, but you’ll always regret not kissing him then. You’re sure now.

-

your inbox, the next morning

(10:25 AM) from buckybrns@gmail.com

              I’m sending you our assignment. You only need to add a few things and it’s done. If anything else comes up, it’s better we work on our own.

-

For Bucky, it all came crashing down the moment he first saw you. It was all over the moment his eyes met yours. A gourmand perfume lingered in the air around you that day and it stained his pores. And it’s been with him since then. Clinging onto his flesh.

It’s partly obsessive and partly romantic and Bucky tries to keep it locked inside. He thinks he can make it go away easily, the way he flicks a crumb off his expensive cashmere scarf. He thinks if he doesn’t talk about it, it’ll be less true. That’s not how things work, Bucky.

Yeah, he’s starting to notice.

And he’s trying so hard to hate you. The problem is, he doesn’t think he can.

(his late night instagram search history)

(00:45 AM) #tomfordperfumes

(01:30 AM) @y/n

(01:50 AM) #funnycats

(02:15 AM) @y/n

(03:45 AM) @y/n

-

You make it your mission to avoid him and it’s going well until the fifth of March. You spot him at Sam Wilson’s party. You should have known he’d be here, they’re friends. There’s a thick cloud of cigarette smoke all around, but still, you can perfectly see him. He’s standing alone, his skin changing colors under the neon lights, a plastic cup in his hand, eyes crystal blue and swollen and fixated on you.

The room is small and everything feels known but unfamiliar at the same time; the atmosphere, his gaze, the lump on your throat.

They’re suffocating you, the looks you give each other.

-

“Buck, what do you want?” Sam asks, holding both vodka and gin and he observes the way Bucky merely turns his head to look at him.

What do you want Bucky?

Not to play a role anymore. For Steve to be back. Maybe, Natasha. No, he hasn’t thought about her in a month. Perhaps a Pulitzer Prize. Definitely a new pair of sunglasses. But there is one more answer he has behind his teeth.

Y/N, he almost says. Always.

“Vodka.”

-

He leaves before midnight and you can’t remember where the urge came from, yet you’re following him. You know he has noticed. But he just keeps walking until he reaches the door of his dorm and presses his back against it. He sees you and you see him and his eyes cut your heart open.

“Your place is on the other side of the building.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I just never got to say good job on the assignment and I wanted to.” You are unable to meet his eyes. You sound pitiful and you want to hit a wall; with your head.

Why the hell did you follow him here?

Because sometimes you do stupid things.

Bucky mockingly opens his mouth, as if shocked. It almost makes you groan.

“Did Miss high and mighty just comment something nice about me?”

“Why do you have to contradict everything I say?”

He shakes his head and you can feel your heart beat loud and irregular and it’s not because you’re mad. It’s because he’s coming closer, almost chest to chest now. And it’s because you can swear, he just glanced at your lips.

“Someone has to, you can’t act like you know everything all the time.”  

“I don’t do that, you don’t know a thing about me Bucky.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re Y/N, you like plaid skirts and Homer and dark green pens. You expect everyone to be perfect. You expect yourself to be perfect. And you always want to do the right thing.”

His pupils are dilated. Yours must be too. Bucky Barnes is dangerous and fatal. He makes your blood coil and your mouth dry. And there’s a tension, almost pain, almost agony, deep in your lungs and it burns. And you don’t know who leaned in first, probably you because Bucky isn’t that brave yet, but suddenly your hands are everywhere. Your fingers blending in his hair, his digging in the skin on the back of your neck. He’s bringing you closer and it’s a mess and all you can hear is the beating of your heart; a rapid vibration between your ears. It’s pure and raw and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

He tastes like ambrosia and a year-old despair and you think you can go on forever. You eventually break apart because you both need to breath and for a second you worry because he looks like he’s ready to cry, but instead he smiles, softly touching your cheek.

“Did I do the right thing?” You whisper.

...

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[wndrcarol]

daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. pt. 6

Daddy’s Favorite Masterlist

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: more smut! Yes! Also I want to say thank you guys for all the love on this series! It warms my heart to know how much you guys are enjoying it so far and I- just thank y’all <3

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Stark!Reader

au: CEO

other characters in chap.: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

warnings: fingering, thigh riding, oral (carol giving, r receiving) dom!carol, sub!r, does contain smut so be mindful and 18+ please!

happy reading! x

———

After that night, you felt as though things were definitely heightened between you and Carol. It definitely wasn’t a business relationship anymore and that night wasn’t just going to become a one time thing.

You and Carol had begun to sneak around more, during the days and even nights. You’d skip out on meeting with your dad for dinner, using excuses like you had already made plans with a friend or you felt sick that night. Tony had begun to question why you were cancelling so much but didn’t want to think too much of it, having business consumed his mind with a heightened work season.

On the other hand, Sam had begun to watch Carols moves closely. He kept in close contact with Natasha, making sure she was in on it too because she didn’t want to see you roped into anything bad either and she wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to help out a friend.

Walking into your fathers office, you placed down the small stack of files on his desk before you looked up at him. “Here’s all the recent account you asked for, organized in months” you smiled at him as he just watched you, staying silent. You recognized the look but you dismissed it before continuing.

“Okay, I’m gonna take lunch now so if you need me just-“

“What have you been doing?” Tony asked you abruptly, cutting you off. You looked at him stunned before composing yourself and clearing your throat.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered out, mentally cursing at yourself. Tony looked down before getting out of his chair and making his way to stand infront of you.

“You’ve been acting sneaky” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and you felt small. You felt like a little girl again infront of a disappointed father. The pit in your stomach grew as all the guilt began to swirl inside. You wanted to tell him, say you were at least seeing someone so he would get off your case but you couldn’t bring yourself to, knowing he’d just want to snoop on who you were seeing.

“I know you’re seeing someone” Tony said, almost as if reading your thoughts. You looked at him with a shocked expression before he chuckled, leaning forward and grabbing your arms.

“I don’t care who you’re seeing. Just don’t act so sneaky and be safe, okay?” He finished, placing a kiss on your forehead before going back around his desk and sitting down.

“Now go get lunch before I make you bring me more files” Tony said, looking up at you, stuck in place before you nodded and rushing out of the room with a shaky breath.

Going to the elevator, your phone pinged as Carol sent you a message. You couldn’t help but smile at the text popping up while still feeling the sense of guilt swirl in your stomach.

C: Dinner tonight? Somewhere nicer than my office x

You chuckled softly, you stepped onto the elevator replying to her text with a ‘yes’ before putting your phone away and watching the numbers blink as the elevator descended.

It stopped on a few floors before and Sam stepped on giving you a warm smile. “Hey, (Y/N)” he said as he pulled you in for a side hug. Hugging him back, you both stood in comfortable silence.

“So” Sam started as you turned to him. “Any plans tonight?” He asked, looking at you as you smiled at him.

“Yep, got a date” you said looking back towards the doors in front of you as Sam felt his stomach drop softly, knowing exactly who it was. He wanted to tell you what Natasha had told him, wanting to save you from what you were getting yourself into.

“Hopefully not in the office again” Sam quipped as you gasped lightly, smacking his arm as he laughed out.

“Sam!” You said, letting out a small laugh as he looked at you, still slightly laughing. “I’ll have you know it won’t be in the office, thank you” you said before looking back towards the numbers seeing you were close to the ground floor.

“Hmm” Sam hummed, a smile still on his face before he got serious. “Just be careful” he said as you turned to him quickly with a confused look but the doors opened, signaling you to step out.

Waving at him, you walked away, his comment still swirling in your mind. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you should take his advice.

-

To your surprise, Carol took you out to a local restaurant, living up to her promise of it not being in an office. It was nice to have dinner with her and get to conversation without having it to quickly escaped to having your hands all over each other.

Carol told you more about where she was from, her family and even touching on her accident she had, as you listened, taking her hand in yours and squeezing it softly whenever she’d speak about the accident. Carol admired that about you. You were a good listener as she expressed her background and for some reason it only made her fall a bit harder for you.

After dinner, Carol offered to take you to her apartment and you agreed, both a mix of nervousness and excitement swirled in you. It was walking distance from the restaurant so you had decided to walk, your arm looked through hers as you both talked abut the smallest things from music to places you’d like to visit.

One you reached her building, you followed Carol up and watched her give you a small smile as she unlocked the door. Immediately looking around, a small smile tugged to your face as Carol took off her jacket and began turning on the lights.

Carol’s house suited her. It simple, no bright colors or anything and it felt comfortable. There were some picture lined on a bookcase as you stepped closer, examining them. They were of her and another woman with a child as they were all smiling.

Carol didn’t have any personal things in her office that you could recall. She looked so happy in the photo, her smile was bright and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at the photo. You felt Carol move behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she laid her chin on your shoulder.

“That’s Maria and her daughter, Monica” she said as your fingers left the photograph you didn’t know you were touching.

“I’ve known them for a long time” Carol said softly as you hummed at her.

“Monica is adorable” you said, turning around in her arms and wrapping your arms around her neck as Carol hummed back at you before pecking your lips softly.

“She seems like the sweetest thing but don’t let her fool you. She’s trouble” Carol chuckled as you let out a soft laugh before she guided you towards the couch. Sitting down, Carol passed you a glass of water as you mumbled a soft thank you.

You both sat in comfortable silence before you reached for her hand, giving it slight squeeze as she looked up at you.

“Thank you for tonight” you said, a smile on your face as she nodded. “It was nice to have a date out the office” you giggled as she chuckled, squeezing your hand back.

“It’s my pleasure. Just thought I’d give you a proper night unlike having pizza in the office” she joked as you chuckled, taking another drink from your water before placing the glass down and turning back towards her.

Carol’s hand came to lay on your cheek, her thumb softly caressing the skin there as you leaned into the touch, your eyes shutting for a quick second.

“So beautiful” Carol spoke softly as she began to lean in. You followed her movements until your lips pressed against hers, letting out a soft, low moan as Carol pushed you back onto the couch softly.

Hovering over you, Carol pulled away looking at you as your hands moved up to her hair and pulled her back down, pressing your lips roughly against hers this time. Soon, Carol’s hands moved up and down your waist, moving to undress you.

Her touch was soft and the feeling only made you moan into the kiss. She pulled away once more as she helped you kick off your pants and shirt, leaning down to your neck and placing soft kisses against your neck as her fingers moved to your thighs, dragging up and down against the skin.

“Carol” you breathed out, as her hand moved between your thighs, tugging your underwear down your legs before hand moved your legs apart. Carol pulled away from your neck and began kissing down your body. Her actions tonight made your head spin. They were complete opposite from how they were the other nights where’d she’d be rough with you, fingers digging into your skin where’d there’d be slight bruises.

“So pretty” Carol hummed against your skin, moving closer between your legs before she inserted two fingers into you, beginning to thrust them slowly. You let out a moan, your hands gripping onto the fabric beneath you, sliding down slightly to get more comfortable.

“Look at you” Carol said, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of you picking up the pace, watching you arch your back off her couch, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

Carol leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you whimper as pleasure shot through you. She then began to suck softly against your clit as your hips lifted up slightly into her mouth. Carol’s free hand moved to push you back onto the couch.

Your head felt fuzzy again, the pleasure shooting through you made you feel helpless as you felt the familiar knot come back. You felt a bit embarrassed as to how quick you were building up but you were too much in a daze to focus on that.

“So easy to unravel for me, hmm? Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well” she said, humming against you, sucking lightly as you felt the knot begin to get tighter.

“Carol-“ you said before you felt her fingers slip out of you, making your whimper and look at her. She moved her hands to your hips, helping to lift you off your back as she moved to sit up.

“Come on” she said, patting her thigh. Whimpering at the thought, you moved over, straddling her thigh as you lowered down, moaning out to the new friction. You could feel the fabric of her pants begin to become soaked as you sat there.

“Finish yourself off, pretty girl” Carol said, placing her hands on your hips and squeezing lightly. “Let me see you ride my thigh”

Moving your hips forward and back, your head tilting back as a moan left your lips. Carol watched you in awe, the sight making shivers run through her body. It was so erotic but so beautiful seeing you like this.

You gripping onto Carol’s shoulders as you moved quicker, the knot in your stomach getting tighter as Carol squeezed your hip, helping you to grind down onto her thigh.

“That’s my girl” she said, taking a hand from your hip and tilting your head up to look at her before she pressed her lips softly against yours.

As you ground down again, you pulled away and let out a gasp followed by a moan as your orgasm washed over you. Carol’s hand continued to guide your body slowly on her thigh as you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your body slightly shaking.

You looked at Carol who watched with a smile on her face before she kissed you once more. Your hands moved up to entangle in her hair before she pulled away. “Let’s take this elsewhere”

-

You stirred in your sleep, turning over to see Carol’s side of the bed empty. You tugged the blanket over your naked body as you heard Carol’s voice outside the door. Slowly, you got up, grabbing the blanket with you as you covered yourself, getting closer to the door until you heard Carol’s voice better.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled. Leave it to me” Carol said before hanging up. Carol walked back into the room and saw you standing there. She quickly gasped before letting out a breath as you looked at her confused.

“Everything alright?” You asked, wrapping the blanket you tighter as you felt chills run through you from the cold air. Carol gave you soft smile, a nodding her head.

“Yeah” she started, moving towards you. “Just business” Carol said, coming up and pulling you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response as you smiled at her before you both made your way back to the bed. Carol laid behind you, wrapping her arm around you before she drifted back into sleep.

But you couldn’t fall back to sleep. Sam’s words swirled in your mind again. You knew you were going head first into something and you couldn’t help but be scared by what was going to happen.

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[mowulf]

You Gotta be Kitten Me

CH 1: And now for something completely different

Summary: Medic never really liked cats. He had never hated them, per se, but being a bird parent did not lend a favorable view to the furry beasts. So how on Earth did he find himself trying to take care of 7?

Medic woke up struggling to breathe and a deep pressure on his chest. He took several deep breaths as he tried to push past the morning brain fog and flopped his arm in an attempt to wake Heavy. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d woken up half trapped beneath the large man. When he only found empty bed, his eyes snapped open and he looked down at his chest.

An absolutely massive cat was sprawled across his chest, thick fur only adding to the weight. The cat’s chin draped over his shoulder, breathing slow and easy. Medic stared in confusion. How did a cat get into his room? He always made sure to close the door securely to make sure nothing would try to get in to harass his birds (or worse, allow them unsupervised access to the base). Then again, the bed was empty. Perhaps Heavy had gotten up and accidentally not closed the door all the way?

…

“Scheiße!” There was a loud yowl as the cat was flung to the floor in Medic’s haste to get up. The cat barely managed to avoid getting stepped on as Madic jumped out of bed and started frantically searching the room. “Archimedes!” There was an angry squawk and he followed the sound to find Archimedes fluffing unhappily on top of the bookcase furthest from the bed. With a sigh, he relaxed and then did another, more thorough search of the room to take a headcount of his birds.

Once everyone was accounted for, Medic turned to the large cat now lounging on the bed watching him. For a brief moment the cat look excited, standing up and raising its tail once it had Medic’s attention. The excitement was short-lived as Medic grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, threw open the door, and threw it out, yelling, “OUT! OUT! AND DON’T COME BACK!”

The door slammed shut behind him and he huffed angrily. He was going to have words with Heavy for this. First things first, clothes. He dressed angrily, though as time passed and the initial shock wore off, he found himself calming down. Mistakes happened, and his doves were fine. Startled from his yelling earlier, but otherwise fine. By the time he was pulling his boots on he had calmed down to the point where he no longer felt the need to chew anyone out.

All that went out the window when Medic opened the door to find the cat sitting just a few feet away. It had waited?! It knew he kept birds and was just waiting for the opportunity! How dare!

Medic stomped his foot and the cat jumped and cowered. It managed a small chirp before Medic bellowed, “WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” as he stomped forward. With a yowl, the cat bolted down the hall and disappeared around the corner. Great. Now he was going to have to do a full check of the base to not only chase that cat out, but also make sure no other vermin had gotten into the base.

But that was a problem for later. He ran a hand down his face and took a deep breath. It was too early to be getting this worked up. He exhaled slowly before making his way to the cafeteria. Maybe he could recruit Scout to help him. The kid had always been good with animals.

Medic was pulled from his thoughts as he approached the cafeteria by the eerie silence. Normally the cafeteria would have been booming with the chaos that came from 9 wildly different personalities trying to talk over each other. Soldier and Scout were always the two loudest, either arguing or each yelling over the other in an attempt to hold their own conversations. But now an unsettling silence leaked through the doors. He paused but then threw the doors open and strode in, shoulders back and chest out.

Silence.

Medic blinked in surprise when he saw that Engineer was the only other occupant. Seated at a table with a newspaper and a cup of coffee, the man looked up and gave a casual wave. “There’s eggs and bacon in the kitchen and a pot of coffee if you want. Still fresh.”

Medic gave him a confused look. “Where is everyone else? Did they eat already?” Surely he hadn’t slept in that late.

“No idea.” Engineer folded the newspaper and set it aside. “Ain’t seen a sign of anyone since I got up. Slept in because Soldier wasn’t doing his rounds, but not by much.”

Oh, now that was concerning. The only time Soldier didn’t do his morning round to wake everyone up was the time Medic had strapped him to the table overnight and pumped him so full of anesthetic he couldn’t have walked anywhere anyway. Not even death itself would be able to stop that man from yelling at everyone at 5 in the morning.

“Have you checked on anyone?” Medic asked as he slid into the seat opposite Engineer.

“Nope,” was the casual reply, with a popped ‘p’. “None of my business if everyone wants to sleep in.”

“Mmm.” He had a point, it really was none of their business, but Medic was still concerned. “I’m worried something may be going around. Everyone was complaining about not feeling good last night.”

“Everyone but us, you mean.”

Medic rolled his eyes but nodded. “By the way, have you seen Heavy? I couldn’t find him this morning. We need to have a talk.”

Engineer took a drink of coffee while he thought before he finally shook his head. “No, no sign of him. Honestly thought he was still sleeping.”

Medic made an unhappy sound as he stood up. “I’ll see if I can’t find him after I eat. “You said you made bacon?”

“Yup. And seein’ as you’re the first up, you get dibs.” Medic smiled at that. Being first up had its benefits.

The pair took their time eating, alternating between idle chit-chat and enjoying the calm and silence of the empty room. An hour later, however, they were both shifting nervously and sending worried glances to the doors. No one had shown up, which went well beyond ‘slightly concerning’. Food poisoning made no sense. Heavy had been the last to cook and he was not only very good at it, but both medic and Engineer were fine despite eating the same thing as everyone else. There had been no alerts about an invasion, so surely no one had snuck in.

Still, both Medic and Engineer were unsettled by the fact that something had managed to wipe out 3/4 of the team basically overnight. Finally Medic stood up and started toward the door. “I’m checking on everyone. This makes no sense.”

“I’ll come with you,” Engineer said, doing his best to sound casual as he trotted to catch up.

The halls were silent as they walked, which just made the whole experience that much more unsettling. The halls seemed to stretch on for far too long as they approached the sleeping quarters. When they finally came to a stop, Engineer cocked his head and asked, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“It sounds like…” Engineer took a few steps forward, “...scratching?”

Medic frowned but followed, still straining to hear whatever it was Engineer had heard. As they approached the first door, Scout’s room, he heard it. A desperate, wild scrabbling like something desperately trying to get out. It stopped suddenly and Medic wondered if they’d been heard. Seconds later there was a thud as something hit the door.

“Scout! Are you okay?” There was silence on the other side for a couple seconds before the scratching started up with a renewed frenzy. That was enough to confirm something was wrong and Medic threw the door open. It wasn’t locked, a concern that was registered as a ‘to be dealt with later’ problem, and both Medic and Engineer burst in to find the room empty.

The bed and floor were a mess and there was no sign of Scout anywhere. “You don’t think someone got to him first, do you?” Engineer asked softly, but Medic shook his head.

“There wouldn’t have been time. Scout? Where are you?”

A croaky meow sounded behind them and both men turned to see a small calico stumble out from behind the door.

No. There was no way. Surely not.

Engineer crouched to get a better look at the cat that eyed him suspiciously. Medic darted to the window only to find it shut and locked. After doing a thorough check of the window, he turned his attention to the rest of the room.

Closet? No.

Under the bed? Nada.

Chest of drawers? Nope.

The room was small and hiding spots were far and few between. It wasn’t long before Medic had searched the room top to bottom to find nothing at all.

Nothing except a cat with a croaky mew.

He felt stupid even considering the possibility, but unless everyone had decided to leave at ass in the morning without telling him and Engineer, it was the only thing left he could think of. He crouched down next to Engineer and stared hard at the cat which stared back at him, still somewhat dazed.

“Here goes nothing. Scout?” The cat perked up and chirped at him, tail shooting straight up. Engineer looked at Medic who just pinched the bridge of his nose. “Scout, can you- can you understand me?” he asked after a moment. The cat nodded and trotted closer, meowing non-stop.

Engineer just looked from Medic to the cat and then back before he sighed as well and stood up. “Alright. Well. That’s a problem.”

“Tell me about it. Probably screamed his head off trying to get someone’s attention, if his voice is anything to go by.” Medic stood up with a sigh and the three shared an awkward silence.

“Medic,” Engineer said slowly, dread beginning to pool in his stomach. “You don’t think…” He trailed off. He didn’t need to finish. It was obvious from Medic’s expression that he knew what Engineer was going to ask.

“No. Surely not. That’s impossible.” But he was already on the move. The next door was Demoman’s. Medic banged on the door and yelled, “Back up! I’m coming in!” before he threw the door open and entered. A large black cat lifted its head and blinked at him blearily. Medic didn’t bother sticking around, having all the confirmation he needed, before moving on to the next room.

Half an hour and a quick trip to Sniper’s camper later found Engineer and Medic in the living room with 6 cats. Heavy was unaccounted for but Medic already knew what he looked like. It was just a matter of working through the guilt long enough to seek out the larger man cat and beg forgiveness. In the meantime, he had his face buried in his hands while Engineer awkwardly patted his shoulder.

The cats, on the other hand, were seated in a circle, chirping and meowing at each other as they discussed their predicament. Soldier, normally loud and aggressive, was quiet while Spy led the conversation. Sniper was half-laying on Scout, licking his forehead or biting his ears when he started to get too worked up. Demoman was loud, though he politely waited his turn, and Pyro - who’d somehow crammed their head in a sock and refused to let anyone take it off - just hopped in with comments whenever they felt like it.

They were getting quite into the discussion when a deep voice cut in with “Мяу.” The conversion stopped as the circle turned to look at the newcomer. Heavy looked down at them for a moment before everyone shifted to fit him in. He settled into a loaf, listening in with the occasional comment and keeping half an eye on the two humans sitting on the couch.

[gutsygay]

Stuffing Story: “Daniel Gets His Fill”

Hieee 👋presenting my first kink fiction story, just a couple college guys getting stuffed.

Features stuffing, overeating, tummy rumbles, burps, and tummy rubs.

SOOOO um hope y’all like it 👉👈🥺

“

“And that about wraps it up for today! Don’t forget chapter four homework due Monday.” the professor said, dismissing the class.

Daniel grinned, hopped from his seat and headed toward the lecture hall door. He was an active type, and hated to sit still for long periods. As he waited for the crowd of his classmates to shuffle through the door ahead of him, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the nearby glass bookcase. He was average height, with tan skin, broad shoulders and large thighs. He was muscular and lean, save for a bit of a belly protruding from the very bottom of his abdomen, which he could never quite seem to work off, or even to tuck away completely when he wanted to hide his pudge.

Daniel didn’t care though. His main passions were eating, and working it off with strenuous exercise. His energy seemed boundless, but none more than his appetite was bottomless. At the time he wanted nothing more than a full rack of ribs and some buffalo wings. But at the same time he already had energy to expend as well. He wavered about how he’d spend the afternoon when his friend Nick called to him from across the hall, settling his silent debate.

“Yo Danny! We hitting the gym or what?” Nick said with a toothy grin.

“Sure, bro.” Daniel replied. “Leg day today, right?”

“Think so.”

“Sweet. I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” Daniel said, and headed to his car.

He grabbed his athletic clothes. He smiled to himself in anticipation of the coming activity. Soon they’d squat, lunge, press and strain their legs until they were nearly too sore to walk. He turned his thigh to the mirror he’d mounted on the inside of his locker door. His quads were already looking huge - they were getting that chiseled teardrop shape as well. As he lifted his shirt for a better view, he felt a sudden rumbling from down below. It had been nearly four hours since lunch - which was never enough for Daniel in the first place - and he was filled with nearly child-like excitement for what was to come. He thought of his favorite part of lifting - gorging himself afterward. Such a strenuous, calorie-intensive session as leg day meant he could pack it in with no shame.

He arrived at the basement gym, which was open to all resident students, but was surprisingly empty at the time. Nick was already at the squat rack - he had already set them up with a soul-crushing 315 pound squat rack.

“Alright then.” Daniel said, pumped. “Let’s hit it.”

And so they did. They grunted their way through 5 sets of squats, followed by lunges and leg presses. Then Daniel did some calf raises in the squat rack, his belly jiggling every time he descended. Some of it slipped out from under his shirt occasionally, and glistened with sweat. Daniel just rolled his eyes and tucked it back in.

When they finished, Nick lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat, exposing his ab muscles. Nick looked at Daniel’s partially exposed abdominal region and smirked. “You can never seem to lose that chubby little gut, can you?” he said, poking Daniel’s flab, which was still beaded with sweat. “Nah, don’t have the willpower I guess. But I don’t care. Let’s go eat.” Daniel said.

“Sure, maybe just a salad, Danny? If you - “

Nick was cut off by a deep audible growl from Daniel’s belly. Daniel squeezed it with both hands and looked up at Nick.

“Uh, okay bro, how does Wendy’s sound?” Nick said, silenced by Daniel’s rumblings.

“I’m not feeling it. Let’s hit that new buffet instead.” Daniel said, already headed for the door. Nick followed, knowing his friend was now less of a freshman undergrad and more of a beast in search of prey.

They showered down, got back into school clothes and jumped into Daniel’s car. Daniel usually offered Nick a ride back to his apartment whenever he needed it after their afternoon lifting sessions. They headed a few blocks away from the main campus building, towards a new all-you-can-eat buffet. Daniel’s hungry stomach continued to growl louder, but he simply turned up the car stereo to drown it out.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel and Nick pulled into the buffet. They walked in and the greeter happily showed them a booth, but the restaurant owner behind her pursed his lips upon seeing Daniel and Nick, visibly ravenous. They had already twice visited the fairly-new establishment. This kid’s gonna drive me out of business, he thought to himself. That orifice must eat his weight in food once a week.

They claimed their booth seats, and beelined to the buffet area. Daniel grabbed a plate and loaded it with buffalo wings (honey barbecue AND blue cheese), meat loaf, a bacon cheeseburger, quesadillas and a pepperoni calzone. The plate must’ve weighed nearly a pound, and Daniel was practically drooling on the way back to the table.

“Jeez, got enough there, bro?” Nick asked as they sat down, but Daniel was already stuffing his face.

“Nnnf, mm!” Daniel forced a reply.

“Never, huh?” Nick asked. 

He watched as Daniel tore into the bacon cheeseburger, engulfing nearly a third of it in one bite. In well under a minute he’d downed the whole thing. Daniel grinned wordlessly at Nick while chewing the last bite, and quickly swallowed before promptly moving on to the meat loaf, followed by the chicken wings.

Jeez, does he ever slow down to breathe? Nick thought to himself. And I feel like he’s just getting started. Nick ate a few bites of his ham slices, and mac and cheese on the side. When he looked back up, Daniel’s buffalo wings had been reduced to six picked-clean bones piled up on the plate, being drenched with grease dripping from Daniel’s calzone. Nick watched as Daniel’s eyes rolled back slightly and closed with pleasure every time he swallowed. He’s enjoying it. It’s like sex on a plate to him! he thought.

Daniel finished the 3 quesadilla slices, and pressed a napkin to his mouth. And then he burped. He tried to quiet it, but his hand and the napkin did little to muffle the rumbling gas that burbled up and out of him. It lasted nearly 5 seconds in all, and Nick could even feel the vibration through the table.

“You good, dude?” Nick asked.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, heh heh.” Daniel wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes, trying and failing to play off his prior eruption.

“Damn dude, you really put that shit away.” Nick gestured to the now empty plate before him.

“What can I say? I’m hungry as fuck.”

“You mean you were hungry as fuck.”

“I dunno man, that belch freed up some room.” Daniel said, patting his stomach. His belly had always been a little large, or at least proportionally big compared to the rest of his body, but now it was visibly distended. More? How could he possibly still be hungry? Nick wondered, and watched as he purposefully strolled back to the buffet line. He had just packed away more than 3000 calories as if it were nothing. Nick couldn’t help but feel intimidated, yet drawn to Daniel’s ability to consume like some kind of alpha male. 

By the end of it, Daniel had downed a second plate. And a third. And a shish-kabob. And not one, but two bowls of ice cream for dessert.

Daniel polished off the second bowl, and released another burp, not even trying to muzzle it this time. Nick sat in awe. He himself had managed two plates and a scoop of ice cream, but his dishes were nowhere near as heavily packed as Daniel’s.

“Oof, I think I’m about ready to put a cork in it, bro.” Daniel said, fiddling with his pants belt.

He stood up, revealing his overstuffed abdomen. In the past hour it had taken them to eat, it had grown from a miniscule, doughy bump to a basketball-sized food baby. They headed out to the parking lot, and Daniel lifted his shirt to give his belly a little massage. Nick couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“So that’s where you put it all.” Nick said, blank-faced, and finding himself weirdly intrigued by this bodily transformation.

Daniel turned to face Nick. He burped again, managing to muffle it into a low hiss this time, and replied, “I’m not a bottomless pit after all, haha. It’s gotta go somewhere, y’know.” He looked down at Nick, grinning, and gently patted the underside of his bloat to make it jiggle.

“Uh, yeah, heh heh.” Nick replied, watching his friend’s flab bounce.

“Hey, you want to come over and hang for a while? That anime you like came out on Netflix.” Daniel offered.

“Yeah, sure! I’d love to let it hang out with you. Er, hang out with you.” Nick said. An unexplainable chill ran through him.

They hopped back in Daniel’s car and headed off to his apartment. Nick kept glancing over toward Daniel, still in disbelief at the size of his stomach. In the intermittent illumination from passing streetlamps, he saw it bulging and spilling out in between the seat belt straps. He also saw the physique of the rest of Daniel’s body - his arms and chest were defined, and his quads were still bulging from the prior workout. His left arm was fully extended, lazily gripping the top of the steering wheel, his other resting sandwiched between his thigh and his belly flab.

When they arrived at Daniel’s apartment, they went to his couch, turned on the TV, and waited for the streaming service to connect.

“Whoof!” Daniel exhaled, as he collapsed onto the couch. He reclined in the corner with the armrest and the back cushion, and extended one hand behind his head, the other poking his abdomen again. “Heh heh, maybe I overdid it.”

“Nahhh,” Nick said absentmindedly, staring at Daniel’s gut.

“Uh, don’t you think so?” Daniel grinned, raising an eyebrow.

Nick realized what he’d responded with, and simply blushed. 

“Yo, I’m about to burst, jeez.” Daniel lifted his shirt further and fumbled with his belt. “I gotta undo this, I’m dying. You’re cool with that, right?” Daniel said, popping his belt buckle open.

Nick paused, still staring, and said, “D-Do what you gotta do, man.”

Daniel’s exposed belly shone in the soft light of the television. He gripped the button of his jeans, pulled with a grunt, “Unnnh!” and popped open the waist of his pants, sinking backward into the cushions as he did so, as if overcome with relief. He pulled down his zipper, and the lower part of his abdomen spilled out, and rested upon his thighs ever so slightly. Then he lifted his belly to grab the waistband of his underwear, and tuck it downward, so that his gut now hung out completely, unrestricted. His stomach gurgled audibly. Daniel put a hand on his chest and belched loudly. Good lord, he has no shame about this at all, he’s just sprawled out, digesting and not giving a fuck. Nick thought. He’d never experienced anything quite like this before.

“Damn, ‘scuse me, heh heh. Sorry about that.” Daniel said, his abdomen continuing to rumble periodically.

“Don’t be.” Nick said quickly, unsure of why he had received such a feeling of satisfaction from someone else’s burp.

Just then, the streaming service loaded, and Daniel leaned forward to pick up the TV remote, and let out a slight groan, the sides of his belly folding into rolls as he did so. Daniel gripped the remote with both hands and said, “This dumb thing doesn’t work right, I need to get it fixed. The show won’t play unless you hold the On-Demand and Play buttons at the same time, for the first few minutes.”

Daniel reclined again and held the two buttons, extending both hands toward the TV, further exposing his belly in his lap. The theme song of the aging anime started on the screen. The catchy, angelic tune emanated from the TV, but wasn’t enough to muffle further rumbling from Daniel’s stomach.

Daniel looked down at it between his arms. “Ugh, it’s sitting in me like a rock. I really gotta burp again.”

Nick was fixated on Daniel, not paying a moment of attention to the anime on the TV. “H-heh, bet you could use a belly rub right now.”

“Ugh, you know it, bro.” Daniel replied.

Nick paused for a long while, staring at Daniel’s plump gut, resting in his lap. “You know… I guess, maybe, if you wanted to, I could rub your belly for you.”

Daniel looked over at Nick, and let out a soft chuckle.

Nick stuttered, nervous he’d made things weird. “I-I mean, uh, since your hands are full, and like-”

“Sure, bro. Come on over.” Daniel said smiling.

“Uh, seriously? I mean, okay.” Nick said warily.

“Yeah man, what else are bros for? Also I’m dying over here, I’ve never been this bloated.” Daniel reassured him, as Nick slid toward his end of the couch. “If I could get a quick massage down there that would be great.” Daniel reclined, and turned his body toward Nick slightly.

Nick rubbed his hands together to warm them, and gazed upon Daniel’s rumbling, distended tummy. In the low light from the television, he could see that it had bulged from under his ribcage, giving the top an almost triangular shape, but became sublimely rounded closer to his navel, and at the underbelly, which spilled between the zipper of his jeans and onto his thighs. There was almost no hair on his tummy, save for a light sprinkling of peach fuzz surrounding his navel, and trailing downward towards his manhood. His belly button, which Nick had earlier seen to protrude slightly outward, had all but disappeared into the newly chubbier, squishy mass of belly.

Nick hesitated to take in the sight up close. “Y-you ready?” he looked up at Daniel.

“Go ahead, bro.” Daniel replied with a smile.

Gingerly, Nick placed a hand - starting with the fingertips - atop Daniel’s belly, and he could feel the warmth and softness of his exposed skin. He placed his other hand on it as well - the fingers wrapped around the side of his belly, while the thumb lightly gripped in Daniel’s sunken navel. He slowly pressed into the soft skin until it reached a point and became firmer, the bloat caused by all the food. Nick blushed and remembered that he was giving a massage, not just feeling his friend for pleasure.

Nick began to press more firmly and move his hands in a slow, rhythmic motion surrounding Daniel’s navel. 

“Like this?”

“Almost.” Daniel replied, his eyes closing in bliss.

Nick continued, pressing firmer still, and re-orienting himself on the couch to press and knead from different angles. Nick could still feel Daniel’s stomach rumbling about, working away at the mass of food. Periodically Daniel would let out a small burp, and Nick could feel the vibrations starting deep within his friend’s body, and burbling up and out. Nick wondered what kind of relief he was bringing his friend, if Daniel’s tummy was faring any better due to the massages and release of gas.

“Move your right hand down a little.” Daniel instructed. Nick slid his hand down below the navel, closer to Daniel’s left leg.

“Unh, down more. And press.” Daniel said, sounding almost desperate.

Nick obeyed, his hand now brushing against the front of Daniel’s jeans, and the waist of his underwear. He pressed harder in this lower area, under the stomach, and felt something shift, as if he’d freed up some mass deep within Daniel’s swollen gut.

“Right there, that’s it -” Daniel started, before he was cut off by a sudden, intense rumble, followed by the loudest burp Nick had ever heard. Nick’s head was positioned right near the top of Daniel’s abdominal area, and he could hear the massive expulsion of gas, and feel the tummy deflating. The burp lasted nearly a full ten seconds, and Nick looked up at Daniel, chuckling.

“Man, you feel any better after that?” he asked.

Daniel hesitated to catch his breath, “Yes, oh my God, I needed that.” he said, groaning. Daniel set down the remote, as the show was playing properly now.

At this point Nick was in acceptance that he was aroused by all this, and continued softly massaging Daniel’s gut, which was finally settled, more or less. Nick prodded experimentally around Daniel’s belly button, curious if he could help his friend release additional pressure. Daniel rewarded his friend’s work with several more burps, each bringing him blissful relief as the pressure in his gut gradually decreased. Finally, Daniel’s stomach was settled, and Nick felt the mass beginning to move downward into the lower intestines.

“Thank you, bro. That felt amazing.” Daniel said, grinning as he looked down at Nick, whose hands were still feeling his belly.

“My pleasure!” Nick replied with a toothy grin. He realized that seeing his friend stuffed, and helping him through tummy trouble, made him feel a delight he’d never experienced before. He stayed still, save for his hands, waiting for Daniel to say he’d done enough. But it seemed to Nick that his friend was just letting him stay there, his hands on his tummy, for as long as he wanted.

Eventually Nick fell asleep, his head on Daniel’s lap, and he listened to the last remaining soft gurgles from deep within his friend’s tummy as he drifted off. Daniel soon found himself nodding off as well, in an irresistible food coma, his hand resting on Nick’s back. He fell asleep, happily dreaming of tomorrow’s breakfast.

“

And that’s that, hope y’all enjoyed 😅

[imaginetwilight]

I took a few liberties here, my bad! Also take this beautiful still image from our Felix GIF that tumblr won’t let me upload although it’s literally been uploaded 10,000x before!!! (That might be an exaggeration).

After getting thoroughly frustrated for fifteen minutes you decided perhaps it was time to admit defeat after all. You had been completely bested, by an IKEA bookcase of all things. You could handle finding out the supernatural existed, arguing with vampires, remembering to check it wasn’t feeding time and running down the hall until you were bright red in the face and sweating like nobodies business when you tried to keep up with their unnatural speed, all without admitting your own shortcomings. But this one, stupid, IKEA bookcase had your (e/c) eyes flashing angrily and you nearly tearing your (h/c) hair out of your head with rage. 

Why did they make these instructions so difficult?! 

Your breathing was heavy and it was taking everything in you to remain still, breathing heavy, and not give in to the childish tantrum you wanted desperately to throw; foot-stomping and all. Knowing that it was feeding time and you were relatively unlikely to be unheard you gave a short scream of frustration, throwing the instructions at your feet. There had got to be an easier way to accomplish this that didn’t include you having to stab your own pride and ask for help. 

Your opportunity came not three hours later, presenting itself like a perfectly wrapped gift for you had only to pull the ribbon and watch the magic happen. 

“There is literally no upside to being a human.” 

“What? Felix don’t be a prat, our mate is human!” You caught Demetri and Felix arguing as they made their way to where you were eating in the Guard Lounge, watching Alec thoroughly decimate in an online COD Lobby. 

“Hey Beautiful.” Demetri greeted you with an enchanting grin, dropping a sweet kiss on the top of your head as he made his way around the sofa to perch on the arm next to Jane. 

“Hey.” You shot Demetri a smile, took another bite of your pasta and turned to Felix expectantly. 

Not one to disappoint Felix brushed his cool lips against your cheek, and in one swift move, lifted you up, placing you on his lap as he stole your space next to Alec. 

Alec t’sked shuffling down so he was practically lying half on, half off the sofa himself now, squashed slightly closer to Jane than he had been previously. Something which seemed to be a peev for both of the twins. 

“You’re wrong by the way babe.” You said carefully plotting your next sentences to get the reaction you wanted out of your Mate. “Humans can do loads you can’t do.” 

Felix’s deep laugh made his large chest below you rumble until you felt as if you were practically vibrating. “Like what? Piss, shit and bleed?” He cut his ruby red irises down to lock with your own (e/c) ones. “Unless, my little bird, you’ve been holding out on us, then there’s nothing you can do that we can’t.” 

“I can go out in the sun.” 

“Well so can I, I just sparkle. You can’t sparkle.” 

“Puh-lease, you can’t burn or tan.” 

“Name one other thing.” He challenged, looking sceptical still. 

“I have experience of things that weren’t even around when you were actually alive old man-” You released with a nudge to his ribs. “-the world has marched on and you have been left behind. Now it’d be a miracle if you could complete the most simple tasks, like, cooking or grocery shopping or building IKEA furniture.” 

“I like IKEA, as mass-produced furniture goes.” Jane put in with a shrug, flicking the page of her magazine over. 

“I hear they have good meatballs. DIE SUCKER DIE!” Alec agreed almost smashing the controller as he hammered the buttons furiously. 

“That’s true.” You agreed with a nod, finishing up the last bite of your pasta and leaning forward to place the empty bowl on the coffee table as you chewed and swallowed. “However their instructions are notorious for being confusing as shit and as such it takes skill to master putting together their furnishings which, none of you has any experience with at all.”

“Just because we don’t have experience with something doesn’t mean we would be incapable of the task love.” Felix chuckled behind you. 

“Felix I would bet my choice of movie night movie for like…” You thought carefully for just a second. “Four weeks, that you couldn’t put together so much as an IKEA bookcase.” 

“I will accept that bet!” Felix declared thinking of avoiding the rom-coms you subjected him and Demetri to on a three-weekly basis. “Lemme know when you want a new bookcase Little Bird.” 

“Didn’t you just get a new bookcase?” Demetri asked with a smile and, when Felix was distracted a slight wink in your direction, “Your room must resemble a library at this point.”

You hmm’d in reply. “It will do when I finish putting it together but I didn’t have time before lunch. Alec! Your right!” you responded watching as Alec directed his character to shoot the enemy that had been sneaking up to him. 

“Well then,” Felix jumped up and deposited you on the sofa in the time it took for you to blink. “I’m off to build a bookcase. I can’t wait to have double choices for three weeks!” He fist-pumped the air before disappearing. 

“Sneaky,” Demetri commented with a laugh as he took your hand and pulled you up from your sitting position. 

“Thank you, I try!” You responded with genuine glee. “Now let’s go check he doesn’t break my room.” 

Alec threw his controller down, flipping to his feet, “I’ll come, I can beat these bozos any day. Coming Jane?” He asked pausing to turn back to his sister as you all began to make your way out of the room. 

Jane gave a long-suffering sigh. “If I must.” 

[itstheimpossibledream]

Catholic School

Summary: Just some Smutty Smut Buuuuut I wanted to do something fun & different. For some reason I thought it was weird to me that Walker seemed so pissed about his parents putting his daughter in catholic school and of course my mind went to find a strange way to make that sexual.Soooooo yeah here’s my first Walker fic. My little black body isn’t a huge fan of glorifying lawenforcement (like we see oftenly in the show) so idk how many more Walker fics we’ll get but, I had to do this one for my Jared girls!

Word Count :2,714

Pairing:Walker x Emily/you( Idk I wrote it weird)

“Is that all of it?” He asked, mock huffing as he set down the container of things at the top of your pyramid of boxes. 

“You better not knock over my stuff.” you shout over your shoulder. As you reach out to resume setting up your bookcase, you hear a shuffle and crash. The box’s contents cover the floor,and instead of scolding him for what you knew he would do ,you turn back to the shelf, right after shooting him a look to let him know he would absolutely be held responsible for removing the mess. 

“I’m sorry babe that’s my fault.” He chuckled, getting onto his knees to begin the process of cleaning up. You just roll your eyes and return to your shelf.

“ Woah ,woah! What is this ? Why haven’t I seen you in this!?!” He exclaims whirling you around and practically smacking you in the face with the skirt from your old high school uniform.

“Because you didn’t go to Our Lady of Peace”t

You retort smartly,smacking the skirt away from your nose.

“See that’s not fair!” He says ,grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in. Cordell Walker wasn’t always the ridiculously goofy & sentimental type. In fact, he was working his way into being one of the best law enforcement officers this area had ever seen. But, as he held the skirt up to your waist, his strong arms around you, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip as he kissed directly below your ear before whispering “please”.

As stupid as it was a small part of you did want to know if you could still fit into the uniform. And an even larger part of you couldn’t wait to use it as your secret weapon later, to get out of doing laundry or some other menial household chore. Moving in together was a big step.It was thrilling and exciting but, so far it hasn’t been without its challenges. You noted this part particularly as you looked down at your pile of items discarded from the box; dusting the edge of your peripheral vision.

“Fine” you breathe lightly, feigning disinterest “but you’re gonna regret it.”

“Em. There’s no way that’s possible.” he calls out shooting you a toothy grin. You allow the door to slam behind you ,cutting him off from sharing whatever fantasies he had worked up with the slam of the door between you. Surprisingly, the skirt slipped on with unimaginable ease, and the rest of your time was spent judging yourself in the mirror. The skirt barely covered your butt, you were aware. And the whore in you absolutely couldn’t wait to rush out and show him. Cordell was a calm Texas boy, a sweet and simple lover, truth be told you had wondered often about how to pull out his dark side and this skirt may be just the thing to do it. You had seen him slam suspects against a wall and tackle down perps. But, that was emotion reserved specifically for when he was angry, and never directed towards you. It wasn’t that you wanted him to be upset with you. But, you had been together long enough to understand sweet Walker and something in you desperately wanted to know what was beneath that. 

You took off your t-shirt and threw it in the hamper, allowing the black lace of your bra to show itself fully in connection with the red and black plaid of the skirt.

“You’re done for Walker.” You laugh as you open the door to see him standing in the hallway, he had been waiting for you, practically on his tip-toes jumping for excitement.

“ Oh my gawd.” The Texas twang in his voice was unmistakable. You smile up at him, stepping into the hall when you are met by a large, veiny hand on the skin of your bare stomach. “No.” He says slowly pushing you back into the bedroom. “ I can’t let you go anywhere like that.” You watch the expression on his face, as his eyes turn hungry and his grip changes from pushing you to his fingers lightly digging into your skin.

“Get on the bed.” He commands. You do as you’re told, looking up at him innocently while sitting on the side of the bed.He sits next to you and begins running a hand up your thigh.

“You know you’re ridiculously hot in this outfit right?” You just look at him,pretending to be entirely unaware of what the outfit was doing to him.

“Tell me something.” he says, rubbing the expanse of your leg again. “What’s the sluttiest thing you did in this outfit?” Your eyes shot up to meet his, and then immediately looked away.  

“Unh uhhh.” he warned, moving his hand up from your thigh to meet your warmth. You gasp lightly at his touch, and your response causes a dark smirk to play at the corner of his lips. 

You can feel him push pressure onto your clit and allow yourself to close your eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you never let anyone bend you over a desk and tell you how good it feels to be inside you catholic girl?” he joked. You let out a light moan as  he pushed two fingers inside.

“Your darkest highschool secret.Come on, tell me.” You can feel his breath hitch as you lightly move your hips, changing your position on his fingers. 

“I-I wanted my history teacher.” you breathe. You had no idea why you revealed that.

“Good girl….tell me more.”

“I’d pull my skirt up so  he could see, then I’d bend over and pick up books, or lean all the way over a desk to help a classmate, anything I could do to get his attention.” Once you started talking you couldn’t stop.You wanted to tell him every filthy thing you had ever done or even thought of. 

“Mmmm he made you wet didn’t he baby?” you shut your eyes even tighter not wanting to see his face, for fear of his reaction. A highschool teacher as a student’s first real crush isn’t out of the ordinary but he had a way of bringing out your dirtiest thoughts. 

“Yes.” you allowed out in a shaky breath. He pumped his hands faster into you.

“But you’ve done dirtier things than that right babygirl?” he asks. Fuck .Why did he have to call you baby girl? He knew that was a weakness, and clearly he didn’t intend on taking it easy on you anytime soon. 

“In class” you whisper “I stayed after to finish a test once.” your breathing is becoming ragged, he has to know you don’t have much longer before his hand sends you over the edge. 

“And what happened?” he asks gently near your ear, the smoothness of his voice now, contrasting with the force he is using to fuck his hands into you. 

“I knew he liked me, he couldn’t say it but, he did.”

“So you teased him.” he pushes his fingers into you, sending you over the edge. Your head drops back between your shoulder blades and you open your eyes, to look at him as you moan your way through your orgasm. Looking up at him as innocently as possible.He gets up from the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. You somehow manage to recover, as he moves toward you, setting you up father onto the mattress. He places the pad of his thumb at the top of your bottom lip, running it over the puffy, pink skin of your pout.

“You’re such a beautiful little fuck doll.”he moans , pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you suck on it, submissively. You hear him undoing his pants with his other hand, and soon he’s on top of you, covering your body with his. The skin-to-skin contact is deliciously fulfilling and you want to feel every inch of him over you.

“Open your legs for me princess.” he commands but,your head is swimming with adrenaline and you barely hear him. 

“Don’t make me ask twice, baby.” He says, forcing your knees apart, opening you up wide for him to see. You feel the heat of him next to your opening and roll your hips, trying to get him into you but,he doesn’t allow you to satisfaction. Instead, he leans in, kissing you deeply, exploring your mouth. You watch as he pulls back,your lips graze his adam’s apple slowly kissing down his lightly stubbled neck. Suddenly, you feel his lips close to your ear and he begins questioning you again.

“I like that you’re a good girl.”he says calmly “ But,I know your mind is dirty…...tell me what you really did.”he commands.

“I - I -” he cuts you off from even being able to answer by pushing himself into you, filling you up and causing an involuntary moan to escape your lips. He smiled down at you but,didn’t move his hips. He allows you time to adjust to him, when your breathing steadies, you try to talk again.

“My friend had told me that her boyfriend had fingered her at the movies,I wasn’t really interested in the story but, she did say that it felt good, and I guess I was intrigued or something I don’t know.” He pushed into you slowly, and you could see the  darkness in his eyes. He was revelling in the story,turned on by both your honesty and innocence. 

“I don’t know why, I just couldn’t stay focused on my test.” you tried to return your mind to the story but, you were so enraptured by the pressure he was creating in your body you could barely focus. 

“So I finished the test.” you continued “ and then I just I guess I started day dreaming or something.I don't know-” You trailed off, bucking your hips again, and he moves a hand down to stop you from fucking him, possibly even from making him cum. Every one of his exhales seemed to accompany a moan now and you loved how this was all affecting him. You could tell how incredibly turned on he was and it only worked to make you want to fuck him more. 

“When he came back in the room, my test was finished on my desk but, my hand was down my skirt, and I was moaning out his name.” He started thrusting now, quickly moving from a light pace to a hard pumping into you. “My legs were spread wide, and I remember just cumming all over my fingers.” your voice was becoming ragged now,but you continued. 

“Something about him catching me, and knowing he could see my hand in my underwear peeking out from under my skirt.”you sigh. Quickly, he pulls off out of you, rolling you over and positioning you on all fours. This was new, you had never been opposed to doggy-style but, the good-evangelical texas christian boy he was raised as did have an obvious love for the missionary position.You were jerked out of this realization by his pulling of your hair.He lowers his mouth next to your ear “finish telling me the story.”he commands.

“I don’t remember anything else.” you say trying so hard to balance enough to rub yourself into your next orgasm. He smacks his hips into you, pulling you up even further saying “Good girls don’t lie.You get fucked when you tell the truth.” he whispers. Slowing his pace in you.You feel so frustrated by him denying you your right to orgasm and you start raising your voice at him. 

“I- I liked it.” you divulge “ I didn’t stop when he walked in on me. I wanted him to see, to catch me. It made me so fucking hot, because…… because he didn’t look away.” you exhale roughly. He picks up his pace again, really fucking into you.Grunting hard as he digs his nails into your hips. 

“He liked it babygirl.” he moans out “He loved seeing you in that skirt as much as I do.” he moaned again as, you push your hips back to meet him and he moans again,moving one arm to push your head down,as he fucks into you more forcefully than he ever has before. 

“Fuck Em-”he breathes, right before pluging himself into you. You can feel the coil snap in you,as he fills you with his cum.You become aware of how hard you had been holding onto the bed sheets and how your eyes had blissfully rolled to the back of your head, and caused your entire body to relax. It was amazing how he could do that.The two of you laid there for a few moments just panting in the silence.Eventually, he pulled himself out of you receding to the bathroom, you hear him turn on the faucet, water rushing, turning off the faucet he lightly pads his way back into the room. You had managed to roll over but not change much in appearance.He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him, interlacing the fingers on his opposite hand with yours.

“What’s on your mind Cordell Walker? “ you asked from a sleepy haze. He was quiet for a moment before answering, letting the silence sit as you drifted off further. 

“ I just really like that skirt.” You can hear him

Smiling to himself.  You brush a finger over his thumb to let him know you’re still awake and that he won’t get off easily, without something deeper than the skirt inspiring the incredible sexual connections you had both experienced. Your mind danced with the silence again. It was the sound of his heartbeat that brought you back to earth, to Texas, to the bed with him. He speaks quietly, his tone just above a whisper,

“ I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom. I know that’s not our thing.” The uncertainty of his voice shocked you “ I just -I wanted to try-“ 

“ I liked it .” You say cutting him off cheerfully without opening your eyes. 

“ Good.” Silence blankets the room again. “ I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush the kids' thing. I know we said we’d revisit it once we moved in together.But, if you’re not ready. I don’t see any reason to push it.”

“Well” you said rolling over, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.I just hope we don’t have a girl.”You sigh.You can feel his chuckle radiate through your body. 

“Well the one thing I do know is she will not go to catholic school.” he joked.You burst into laughter. You were right, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Catholic school creates sluts,what can I say?”you smile to yourself,snuggling in.

“I didn’t say that.” He smiles. You run your hand down his forearm,feeling the strength in his arms as your fingertips trace the vanes mapped out across his limb.” It was late, and moving in,during a Texas summer had been almost unbearable.This was the moment you had finally allowed yourself to rest, and being curled up next to him you felt safe enough to drift off to sleep. Into a world where you and Cordell Walker had a daughter, that would be some world.She’d be gorgeous just like her father of course.Probably as headstrong and emotional too. You had always pictured yourself having a boy though. 

No matter what the two of you eventually ended up with, it was clear he would be an amazing dad. You fell asleep smiling to yourself, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, everything would be alright. Moving in, may have been the best thing the two of you had ever done.