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[buddierecs]

sharing clothes buddie fics

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i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) by: finduilas "it’s such a long time coming and still it takes buck by surprise. it takes him by surprise even though he is the one that leans in and finally kisses eddie. his second surprise is that eddie doesn’t push him away, doesn’t even look at him with confusion. or worse, rage. no, eddie kisses him back like buck is a tall drink of water and eddie is severely dehydrated. buck knows the feeling." word count: 13k important tags: getting together, first kiss, first time, buckley-diaz family, versatile!buddie, team as family, love confessions, secret relationship epiphanies, soft words, and hushed moans at the brink of dawn by brewrosemilk “hey - while we’re… describing people. people we know, people we don’t - why don’t you describe eddie for me?” “what?” buck frowns, looking up from his beer. “let’s call it a game,” chimney shrugs. word count: 19k important tags: didn't know they were dating, love confessions, marriage proposal, first time, porn with feelings, frottage, barebacking, riding, come eating i'll keep your brittle heart warm by: reeseofmind "5 times buck and eddie wear the other's clothes + 1 time they don't wear much of anything" word count: 12.7k important tags: 5+1 things, mild hurt/comfort, eventual relationship, love confessions, first time, blow jobs, hand jobs 'til storm breaks loose by: markofalover "how an elbow to the face changes everything." word count: 6k important tags: jealous!eddie diaz, accidental injury, mutual pining, love confessions, first time, possessive behaviour, blow jobs, come eating, praise kink loose threads by: daisies_and_briars "new to dating and keeping it quiet, buck and eddie get a little carried away on a slower shift at the firehouse. but when the alarm eventually sounds, a spur of the moment mistake leaves them a little mixed up." word count: 3.7k important tags: secret relationship, pranks, blowjob surrounded by the warmth of the one i love by: jobairdxx "five times eddie wears buck's hoodies, and the one time buck tells eddie how that makes him feel." word count: 4.5k important tags: 5+1 things, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, fluff, frottage, sexual content thunderstorms, candlelight, and filthy words in the dark by: brewrosemilk "the wind is screaming louder now, the rain pours and pours with no sign of slowing down. the thunder is getting a little bit louder with each time it rolls. it doesn’t matter. it’s all outside. Inside, it’s warm. Inside, it’s safe." word count: 12k important tags: established relationship, porn without plot, dry humping, rimming, barebacking, praise kink, cock warming, marriage proposal, fluff why does it feel so good to be bad by: sourwolfseblaine "while athena and bobby are finally able to take the cruise they planned for their honeymoon, it's buck who gets chosen interim captain this time. and eddie, newly dating buck, wasn't prepared for how horny it would make him to see buck in charge. of course, things take a turn when eddie disobeys an order at a call." word count: 7.1k important tags: established relationship, arguing, disobeying orders, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz, rough sex, blow jobs, rimming, anal sex, soft!buddie you know you are my favourite fantasy by: smilingbuckley "buck wakes up to eddie in his kitchen - wearing nothing but buck’s shirt" word count: 2.4k important tags: established relationship, kitchen sex, manhandling, making out, anal sex, come eating and my t-shirt from the night before by: fondplanets “mmm…” eddie sighs happily. “maybe I should clean your apartment more.” he smiles up at him sleepily, eyes half-lidded and clouded with pleasure. “maybe you should wear my clothes more often,” buck replies, kissing the giggle off eddie’s tongue." word count: 4.6k important tags: established relationship, pillow princess!eddie diaz, bottom!eddie diaz, clothes thief!eddie diaz

[sage-green-matcha]

just ethan smut i need more of himmm

CAM BOY - ETHAN LANDRY 📸

“If you film me while I suck it you could be a superstar!”

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT, blowjob, sub!Ethan, a bit of overstim!

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"Night, Y/n" Ethan flashed you a sweet smile, walking into his bedroom. You smiled back, peeking from the couch to make sure he had locked his door.

You had to wait, as annoying as it was you needed Ethan to be asleep before you made some time for yourself.

It had become a routine, every Friday you'd take out your toy, looking for a new video to watch.

You had become fascinated with a certain account. Out of all the cocks on the website his was always the prettiest.

Your mouth drooled at the stranger's perfect tip, you were convinced you would starve to death if you couldn't have him.

You danced around the dimly lit kitchen in just your panties, pouring yourself a glass of water.

The large teeshirt over your body covered your top half, but you could still see your hard nipples peeking through.

You rubbed your thighs together as you watched the live stream, taking small sips of your water.

You weren't one to comment or send gifts, but with how good the streamer looked you thought about dropping a couple bucks on him.

His large hand pumped his pretty cock, wetness from spit and cum covering his stomach.

His toned chest rose with each deep breath he took, small dirty whimpers falling from his lips.

You tried so hard not to touch yourself, trying to drink your water as quickly and quietly as you could.

A deep moan came from your phone's speakers. It was a little too loud though, making you accidentally drop your glass.

"Fuck" You jumped back, trying not to step on the shattered pieces of glass.

But instead of immediately cleaning up the mess another sound caught your attention.

You furrowed your eyebrows at your phone, hearing almost the exact same noise of glass crashing escape through the speakers.

It had to be a coincidence...right?

It couldn't be Ethan, it just couldn't. He was too nerdy and innocent to do such dirty things.

But you were curious, poking at the broken glass with the broom next to you.

His movements had become tense, his body seconds from getting up.

You could hear the glass noise through your phone, a shocked and confused expression on your face.

The rando you had been drooling over for months was your roommate. It was Ethan Landry.

You couldn't believe it, you had been craving him the entire time without even knowing it.

You didn't care to clean up the mess, walking over to Ethan's room quickly.

"Eth?" Your knocks were echoed through your phone, the stream quickly shutting off.

It was silent for a minute, until you knocked once again wanting to make your presence known.

"Yea?" He rubbed his eyes, pretending that he was asleep.

You stared at him for a bit, his lips were wet with saliva. His hair was messy and his pj pants fell perfectly on his hips...he was also still hard.

You were nervous as you stood in front of him, your body clearly flustered with what you had just discovered.

"Do you need anything y/n/n?"

His heartbeat went faster and faster as you stood in front of him. He knew you knew about it, you had to. After all, you weren't that quiet on your own nights either.

"Are you...? Do you like...uh"

You played with your hands, squeezing your thighs together as Ethan stood tall in front of you.

"I already know what you're gonna ask..." He scratched the back of his neck, his shirt rising up just enough to see his glistening stomach.

"You do?" He nodded at your words, taking a step closer to you. Your body hitched but you didn't pull back, his hand now tucked into your hair.

He pulled you closer and you could feel his boner rub lightly against you, making your panties soaking wet.

You weren't sure how you ended up on the ground, on your knees as Ethan pumped his fat cock in front of you.

His laptop was open beside him, the live stream back on. You had agreed to do it on live. It got you all excited knowing hundreds of people were watching.

You were salivating, wanting a taste of what you had craved for a disgustingly long time.

Your hand wrapped around him perfectly, excitement running through you as you spit on him.

You made patterns on his skin with your fingers, pressing tightly on the warm flesh in your hand.

He shuttered at the movement, biting back his lip in an attempt to stop any noises.

You slid two fingers down his length, teasing his tip as you brought it to your lips.

He watched with dark eyes as your lips wrapped around him, your mouth full with his cock.

His precum tasted so good, your tongue was addicted to the flavor.

He squirmed with a moan while you took him into your mouth, holding back gags as tears formed in your eyes.

Ethan tried his hardest not to stuff his entire cock down your throat, scared to hurt you.

You could tell he was desperate, small and cute whimpers spilling out of him.

His tip hit the back of your throat, hot and hard as he held back.

Tears formed in your eyes and your breath hitched, pulling him out of your throat and closer to your tongue.

Your hands pumped at his burning cock, his body filled with pleasure. He squirmed with each new touch, your hand on his knee with your lips wrapped around him.

He couldn’t get over how sexy you looked. Your knees burned, pretty tears falling from your glistening eyes.

You bobbed your head, the sound of wetness filling the room.

Heat ran through your body, remembering the fact that a camera was recording the entire thing.

He swiped the sticky hair from your face, taking his hand and pushing you closer to his base.

You gagged but didn’t care, Ethan fucking the shit out of your throat. “Shit…shit” his whimpers made you want to cum, sucking all the air from your cheeks to make your hole tighter.

You looked at him with lust and admiration, his eyes squeezed shut as his legs started to shake.

Your hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in soft and slow motions while you watched.

His veins engraved into your lips, doing tricks with your tongue on his now glossy tip.

“Im close, fuck Y/n, I’m so close” He bit back his lip. His legs starting to shake even more, making you rub your clit harder.

You held his tip in front of your mouth. warm cum oozing out from his cock.

You licked every drop of it up, tasting the warm salty liquid in your throat.

Ethan watched as you took him into your mouth was again, mumbling words that you couldn’t understand.

“It hurts, it hurts”

His whines made you excited, they were so much prettier in real life than in his laggy live streams.

His cock twitched in your mouth. Ethan tried to pull away but you followed, your nails scratching his thighs.

“Fucking finally, I’ve been wanting to taste your cock for so long”

Ethan’s heart fluttered, but he couldn’t speak. Not when your lips were still wrapped tightly around his dick.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about all the ways you can comfort Price (cont)

Pairing: John Price X Top Male Reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, shower sex, group sex (price focused & ft 141), Sub!Price, Dom!Reader, mentions of sub space

It’s not easy to comfort Price. Words can sometimes send him spiraling and physical affection can sometimes feel suffocating but you’ve learned to work your way around it, finding your own unique ways to comfort him.

So when things start to go south, when the weight on his shoulders threatens to collapse you’ll have him perched on your lap, shirt unbuttoned and pants undone.

No words are exchanged, it’s not like he wants to hear anything at this very moment. He just wants to drink his whiskey and smoke his cigar and not think about anything at all.

You’ll keep a hand on his chest and the other on his clothed cock, not to get him off, but to keep his mind occupied, gently fondling him til he’s fully hard and toying with his chest til his nipples are hard as pebbles and visibly protruding through the shirt he’s wearing.

Every once in a while you’ll wrap a hand around his neck, kissing the lips he’s worried into a dark red, tongue languidly dragging along his own, almost spelling out the words he longs to hear but can’t quiet stomach right now; Did all you could John, we’ll try again tomorrow

He’ll wrap a hand around your neck in response, kissing you for so long til he’s panting against your mouth, words in his throat lodged like liquor and tobacco smoke; I know, I know. Thank you love

Once needy noises start escaping his lips and he's the one fumbling to get a hand on your chest or a warm palm pressed against your dick. You’ll sprawl him out on your bed, prepping him with your fingers, and fucking him dumb until he’s unable to talk and unable to think about anything at all other than your cock.

Sometimes he wants to hear words of comfort, craves physical affection like a parched man craves a tall glass of water and you make sure he gets everything he wishes and wants and in abundance at that.

He’s down on all four, stark naked in the communal showers with Ghost thrusting his cock into Price’s mouth while you’re thrusting your cock into Price’s slicked up hole.

“So so good for us captain, doing so well” Gaz says who’s down on his knees next to him, gently trailing kisses along Price’s spine and massaging away any knots that may be hiding in his back.

Price wants to say something- anything - thank you for being here - thank you for taking care of me- but with his mouth full he only manages a pitiful nod, tears prickling his eyes as he drools all over Ghost’s cock while bucking his hips to meet your thrust.

“Let us take care of you captain, yeah?” Soap, who's seated opposite to Gaz, says to Price, while touching and caressing skin Gaz’s hands can’t reach.

At some point he doesn’t know who’s touching him anymore, doesn’t know who’s got a cock in his mouth, who’s touching his own or who’s stuffing his hole, just knows that the sound of moans and praises mingle with the sound of water hitting the floor as he loses himself in pleasure.

And sometimes, the right amount of words along with some physical affection will make him feel on top of the world.

Price doesn’t know how long he’s been here, stark naked and sprawled out on your mattress while you’re thrusting your cock into him. The sunset has long bled into a dark night sky. His limbs are aching, sweat’s coating every inch of his body and his dick is somehow still spurting cum.

He can see your lips moving, can tell that you’re trying to tell him something, can even hear the last couple of words before the world around him starts to blur and all forms of sounds turn into a ringing noise, as he starts to feel afloat like cigar smoke.

Although he can no longer hear or see, he feels safe and loved. He knows you’re there to protect him, and wouldn't let anyone hurt him.

Once he feels like he’s descending back to earth again, he can feel your hands on his chest, can see ropes of cum pooling on his stomach, and can hear you clearly as words of comfort fall from the tip of your tongue.

“I got you John , I always got you my love”

[4sh--tr4y]

The Outsiders Mythical Creature Headcanons. because i positively cannot keep this to myself any longer

[The Curtis Bros:]

-Centaurs (because I couldn't just NOT take that opprotunity)

-Their house is HUGE by human standards, but small by centaur standards

-(Edit: all the curtis brothers were gonna be 10 feet or taller but I reaslised how FUCKING MASSIVE 10 feet+ is)

Darry:

-his bottom half is a Clydesdale horse

-Darry is 7'5

-Still works in contruction, but tends to haul around heavy equipment more often than not

-Stomps on the ground really loud with his front hooves to get people's attention

-..Chest hair. Lots.

-Ties his tail up in a bun so it doesn't get in his way while hes working

-Socs tend not to mess with him cause he could buck them into next tuesday

Sodapop:

-his bottom half is a thuroughbred

-Sodapop is 7 feet tall

-Tends to work outside when at the DX because hes big and he likes it better outside

-a bit easier for socs to mess with, as long as you're in front of him

-prances and marches around all fruity (I know what you are, Sodapop.)

-his tail is his baby, he would die before messing it up

Ponyboy:

-Bottom half is a paint horse

-Ponyboy is 6'3

-On the track team but Darry always tells him to "go easy" on the non-centaur kids (he only listens because he'd actually leave half the other kids in the dust)

-Trains for track like a madman, if he doesn't have something to do he's doing laps around the backyard (probably while reading, fuckin showoff)

-Socs find him easiest to pick on, but its still hard because you've gotta get him down before you can do shit

[The Greasers:]

Johnny:

-Merman/sea creature

-is able to breifly get out of the water but he doesn't really do it much because, well, he cant walk

-His scales kind of look like denim

-The scar on his cheek is actually from a fishing hook that accidentally got stuck there

-The others built a little river that connects to a pond next to the curtis house/barn so he could hang out with them, they probably mske him a stupid little fish tank inside the house that they can just carry him to

-sharp teeths :3

Dally:

-Vampire (but like, he can go in the sun and wear silver because vampire rules are lame)

-Red eyes in the dark, white in the sun

-Throws late night parties with any other nocturnal creatures he knows

-Usually drinks animal blood or eats raw meat in replacement of human blood (but if he gets his hands on human blood he wouldn't necesarily be upset..)

-knows ecolocation

Two-Bit:

-Gorgon/Medusa-like fucker

-Why? it's just a feeling, really. And Two-Bit seems like the type of guy to like snakes

-THE SNAKES ON HIS HEAD ARE RED CORNSNAKES AND YES HE'S NAMED ALL OF THEM.

-Blindfolded most of the time so he doesn't turn the others to stone, he can only imagine what the others look like, when Ponyboy wrote his essay (don't ask how johnny ran away and stabbed a kid without being able to walk, maybe it was a 'write a fictional story' essay instead of 'write about an expirience) he actually liked it a lot because it gave him an idea of what the others looked like

-Probably has a walking stick if he isn't helped around by other greasers

Steve:

-Half-minotaur/bull-human type hybrid

-Covered in piercings. It might just be a bull thing but he has earings, nose piercings, septum piercings, piercings on his chest and horns. Bro goes CRAZY

-The only person allowed to ride on Sodapop's back (for convinence, they say.)

-His mom was a human and his dad was a minotaur

-Stamps his feet in place when hes bored or irritated (like a child)

[prey-4-me]

Whatever writing format works, reader is a hunter or warrior or whatever in some way or another and Feral got curious and is trying to “study” get just a bit closer to you each day and eventually tries courting you. Please and thank youuu 🫶🫶

Thx for this request! Hope you like it.

Feral predator x reader, smut lite, fluff

***

What were you doing? He studied you closely, watching you clean and reassemble some kind of… he thought oomans called them ‘rifles.’ What a strange ooman word. He shifted his weight, sitting down on the tree limb he’d been squatting on.

He’d watched you take the buck down with a single shot earlier in the day. It was an impressive animal and from an impressive distance. Then he’d observed you field dress and take your meat and trophy antlers with you. You appeared to be very strong for your size; although much smaller than him, you had packed out a fair amount of the deer.

Now you were in your domicile, some kind of log structure. It looked warm and cozy on the inside; a fire burned and cast a pleasant light onto everything. You turned off your harsh overhead lamp and the mood increased. He watched you curl up on the sofa and drink something steaming. Then apparently fall asleep. He grunted. Time to go; he’d been here far too long.

***

Today you seemed to be focusing on relaxing. You had chopped some wood in the morning, piquing his curiosity. He had camped near your home, with plans to follow you for a few days. Some scientific observation, he reasoned.

Drawn by the loud, echoing bangs, he was amused with how your thin arms swung the axe. You were very effective, but he still marveled at how strong you were despite your size.

Now you were swimming in a calm stream, splashing and dunking your head periodically. Were you cleaning yourself or just having a good time? He couldn’t tell. He studied your body when you finally got out of the water and laid out on the shore in the sun. Similar to a Yautja… interesting. He pushed the thoughts that came with that realization to the side.

Finally you dressed and headed back to your domicile. He snuck behind you, looking at your slight footprints and hearing you breathing and walking loudly through the forest. Ooomas were quite loud. It was endearing.

When you reached your log shelter, you went inside. He scaled the tree he’d become accustomed to sitting in over the past couple of days.

You fixed yourself a hearty looking meal and came outside onto the deck. Sitting down in a wooden chair, you put your plate on your lap and ate, looking out at the forest that surrounded you. You seemed content.

He tilted his head, wondering…

*** You were tracking something big. The weird thing was, you weren’t quite sure what it was. At first you had thought bear, but the path you were tracking wasn’t quite right. It also seemed… off. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it didn’t feel natural. You entered a small glade. The tracks abruptly stopped. What the hell. How could something this big just disappear? Suspicious, you turned in place slowly, eyeing the spaces in between the trees. You felt tricked. But by what? And for what reason? 

You stopped abruptly. Something was shimmering in the forest. You couldn’t think what it might be - you had never seen anything like it. Suddenly, it moved. It appeared to be… moving towards you? Was it a cloud of shimmery gnats? No. It was something unnatural. You started to think about El Charro Negro and yelled, pointing your hunting rifle at it. It continued to advance, more and more taking the shape of a tall, broad humanoid. You stepped backwards quickly, still aiming at it, for whatever good it would do.

It walked into the glade, out of the shade. Shimmering and wavering in front of you, you could almost make something out. It appeared to stand in front of you unmoving. Waiting?

You slowly lowered your weapon. You sensed it was useless against… whatever this was. Suddenly it emitted a soft clicking noise. After a couple seconds’ pause, it repeated the same pattern of clicks. Confused, you listened closely. It repeated the clicks a third time, slightly slower.

“Are… are you a ghost?” You whispered.

It chuckled. You gasped; it was undeniably a humanlike laugh.

You stuttered, “Wh-wh-what are you?” It grumbled something, shimmering in the sun. You squinted at it. You could almost see…

“Hi.”

Stunned, your mouth fell open. Did this cloud of shimmer just greet you?

It grumbled again, then said softly in a gruff, deep voice, “Hello, ooman.”

Your rifled slid from your hands. Terrified, you thought of running. Suddenly it shimmered and wavered more than usual; then it stopped. Before you stood a 7 foot tall…? Humanlike… creature? You babbled insane thoughts out loud about spirits and aliens and schizophrenia.

“You’re nnnnot crazy…” It took a small step towards you. You tried to back pedal away but your legs were locked in place.  It stopped advancing on you and put a large hand over its broad chest. “I mean you nnno harm.”

“W-what are you?” You squeaked out, nearly unaware you were talking aloud.

“I’m… an alien like you say.”

“Like from space?” You asked stupidly.

It grumbled a laugh. “Yes. Space.” It motioned to you to come towards it.

“Come. I will show you something.”

You still couldn’t move. It grumbled softly, tilting its masked face.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“What do you want?” Your entire body was trembling.

“To show you something.” It appeared to shrug.

You were rooted in place out of sheer terror. It seemed to sense this. It slowly approached you, both hands going to its head. When it was a few steps away, it stopped and pulled some tubes out of its mask. The mask hissed and clicked. It pulled the mask away from its head. Lowering it, it tilted its head and looked at you with soft eyes.

Shocked, you stared back into its golden, very humanlike eyes. It slowly clicked its mandibles and spoke quietly, “Don’t be afraid. I just wanted to…” it paused to shrug, “…say hi.”

You laughed a bit despite your fear. “An alien just wanted to say hi to me?” It grumbled in its own language, then nodded, “Yes. You are… impressive hunter. Now. Let me show you this thing.” It turned from you and strode away, its skin slightly shiny in the sun.

Suddenly unrooted, you picked up your gun and ran after it, calling, “But what? How far? Where do you come from?”

It laughed harshly, “So many questions.”

You calmed yourself as you followed a few steps behind it, single file.

“I’m from many solar systems away. Nnnow, don’t ruin the thing. Just come,” it grumbled amiably over its shoulder.

You followed along, wondering why you were obeying. Shouldn’t you be running? But why? It seemed friendly enough. It was speaking to you in your language. But what could it possibly want to show you?

After a short distance travelled in silence, it stopped and turned to you. “Here.” It pointed upwards. In it hung the Thing it apparently wanted to show you.

“A— a stag?” You stumbled over your words, “A huge one! Those antlers… wow.” You looked into the alien’s eyes. “Why show me this?” ”I saw your hunt the other day. It was a good hunt. This is my hunt.” It cut a cord and lowered the deer to the ground.

You marveled at the antlers. But what about the rest of it? Would it go to waste?

“I am taking it all back to camp. You want to eat with me?” It invited, nudging your upper arm gently. 

“S-sure, but how do we get it back?”

“Mm. I will carry it.”

“All of it?” You were dubious.

Gruffly laughing, it bent and lifted the deer in its arms. Carefully putting it over its shoulders, it grumbled softly, “Come with me.”

***

You picked the plants it had instructed you to. Once you had an armful, you returned to its neatly kept camp. It was roasting a large portion of the deer while it cleaned the skull, careful of the trophy-sized antlers.

“What do I do with these weeds?” ”Weed? What is ‘weed?’ That is food… come, we will boil it and have it with the deer. Meat and something green, like mother says.”

You laughed softly, surprised by its talk of family and balanced diets. It grabbed some of your armful and stared to pull the leaves off the prickly stalks. “Come. Like this.”

You copied it, throwing the leaves into a little metal pot it had half filled with water.

“You are a fine hunter. You hunt often?” It asked casually, stripping a stalk of its greenery.

“When I can. I like to offset my food costs with it. And my neighbors too. Plus, being in nature feels so right. You know?” It grunted, nodding. “Yes.”

“You uh, come to Earth often?” You felt silly asking, but in this rare case it was a perfectly normal question.

“Nnno. It is far away and does nnnot have the best prey to hunt. But sometimes it is fun to visit a far away place.”

You smiled to yourself. This meal would be one of your more enjoyable ones in recent history.

*** You sat back, satisfied. The weeds had ended up being a delicious side to the gamey deer meat. Impressed, you asked how your dinner host had known.

“I read about the plants to eat here so I could try the local food.” It was picking deer out of its teeth with a twig.

You smiled again. “Have you ever tried Earth ‘junk food?’ I have some back at my cabin. We should eat that for a snack later.”

“Cabin? Is that your tree house?” You smiled wider, “Yeah, my house made of trees.” It grumbled, seeming pleased. Then it said in ooman, “Yes. I would like to try your garbage food.”

You laughed, “It’s just ‘junk food.’ Although I guess you could consider it ‘garbage food’ after this meal we just had.”

It stood suddenly. Taking a few large steps, it sat down next to you. Reaching behind you, it grabbed a log and placed it on the fire. Poking it, it grumbled softly, “You are… very… nnnice to look at.”

You blinked in surprise at the compliment. It turned its head, its golden eyes gentle.

“Th-thank you,” you didn’t know what else to say. It leaned back, “I saw you bathing the other day.” You got hot. When you were totally nude?

It continued, “Our kind… looks like that too.”

“Oh.” You were still wondering if it meant when you had taken your little bath, splashing and having fun.

“So…” It fluidly moved towards you. “I’m called Bakuub. It means straight spear. You are called?”

Shocked, you uttered your name. ”I like it.” It leaned into your space. It smelled like herbs and earthy, fresh soil. It touched your shirt. “I like this color.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, feeling strange. Why was it complimenting you so much? It released your shirt and leaned back. “Do you like the deer head?” It nodded at the skull, with its magnificent antlers.

“Oh, yeah. It’s really very impressive.” “It is for you.” Your eyes widened, “Huh?”

Bakuub winked at you. “It is a nnuptial gift. I read about it on Earth; the male is supposed to give the female something nnnice to… you know. Express interest.” He clicked at you.

“Omigosh, uh, thank you,” you straightened your spine. An alien was… flirting with you? He waited for you to continue. After a second, you said weakly, “So… you wanna go back to my… treehouse now? We could, uh. You know. Snack. And then, it’ll be late and and and— time to go to bed, and…”

Bakuub grabbed your hip and pulled you into his lap. He nuzzled his head into you, his dreads falling forward. You inhaled; he smelled wonderful. “We don’t need a bed to ‘go to bed,’” he crooned.

Your emotions scrambled in your mind. You leaned towards Bakuub, running your hands up his muscled torso. His skin was smooth and warm.

“I- I mean, that’s true…” you trailed off as your eyes met with his. You felt yourself leaning closer until you were kissing his cheek softly. He was watching you with hooded eyes. You put your hands on either of his shoulders and readjusted so that you were straddling him. Bakubb purred.

Shocked, you stopped moving and looked at him. He continued purring, a rich loud sound that made you shiver down to your bones. Instinctively, you rocked your hips against his. You felt his very human-like anatomy and groaned. His purring grew louder as he grumbled, “This is nnnnice…” His powerful hands gently gripped your waist as you ground down on him. Growing bolder, you kissed the side of his face again.

“That’s nnnice too…” Bakuub murmured, voice soft and rumbling. His fingers pulled at your clothing suggestively as he rumbled, “Let me show you some other nnnice things…”

“Like what?” You teased playfully, your hips moving.

“Oh, I can think of a few things I would like to show you.” His purring intensified. Giddy, you let him gently push you down onto his blanket.

Nature carried on around you as the two of you carried on long into the night, slowly unwrapping each other.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Treat You 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, mentions of abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You stumble out into the hallway, nearly colliding with the dingy and peeling paint on the wall. The door slams with the force of your frantic exit, nails bending painfully as you let go of the brass knob. Your heart pulses in your ears as another crash bangs from inside the apartment and your father's tirade blazes on.

You untangle your bag, the only thing you could snatch as you stepped halfway into your shoes. The doorknob twists again and you quickly flee down the hall, your father yanking at the door as it jams. You quickly veer down the staircase and only stop at the top of the next flight to pull your shoes on all the way.

You catch your breath at the front door, aware of how Mrs. Davis’ door snaps shut when you pass. You continue outside without a destination in mind. You could hide out at the library again, no one notices you there. It is a bit far to walk.

You sling the crochet bag over your head so it hangs against your hip. You reach inside and find your change purse. You don't have much after the electric bill. Two bucks, it's three to get the bus.

You huff and tuck your hand back in your bag. Your feet carry you as you wind down the street. The apathetic rush of traffic makes you feel invisible. You don't mind that, it's more dangerous to be seen.

There's nothing remarkable about you. You're taller than most girls but that's more worthy of ridicule than admiration. You wear second-hand clothing, some of it your dad's handmedowns, and hunch until your spine hurts. An elephant trying to play fawn.

You chew your lip and stop by the vintage shop. Not the Goodwill but the expensive place with the designer houndstooth and Louis Vuitton logos. In another world…

Across the street, a night club stands desolate and eerie in the daylight. A few times you passed during opening and it was rowdy and flashing. Just on your way to the bus station to spend a couple hours on a bench.

On the next street, a cafe. The place that closed then opened only weeks later. New ownership but everything else the same. The prices aren't as steep as the Starbucks kiosk near the station.

You ponder it, stopping outside as you see a woman behind the counter. You're a bit relieved it's not the usual barista. That guy with reddish hair and warm brown eyes. He likes to talk, too bad you don't.

You enter and approach the till. The woman greets you brightly, her eyes look tired, and she points out to the specials. Nope, you can only afford a tea.

You pay for the green tea and way for her to pour the hot water. As you tap your fingers on the counter, another figure appears from behind the espresso machine. It's that guy. Dang.

“Hey, done break, your turn,” he chirps, quieting as he sees you standing there. He smiles, “oh, hi, you been helped?”

You nod and look down. The woman places the cup of steaming water in front of you. You thank her and take it, turning to claim the seat in the corner.

You sit and settle in with your bag in your lap. You don't have much to do so you stare out the window. Pedestrians pass by, with purpose, some even happily.

The cafe is quiet. There's a couple nesr the opposite wall, on a date, maybe. The ambiance holds even as people come in, ordering and leaving with their drinks.

You blow on your tea and sip. You tug the string of the bag and dip it up and down. Your dad will tire himself out soon. Maybe two hours. You can't make one tea last that long.

You put your arm on the table and curl your shoulders. You trace a finger on the tabletop. You usually keep a book in your bag but you took it out to read last night.

You frown. It shouldn't be like this but that's just how it is. You don't have much of a choice. Your dad is your family, your only family, all you have.

You wiggle your nose and swallow back your self-pity. No use crying. Especially here.

“Hi,” the voice frightens you as the barista approaches with a cinnamon bun on a plate, “uh, I'm Peter, remember? Saw you last week?”

You blink. You press your palms to the cup and feel the heat threaten to blister. He's short, his shoulders broad, and his posture straight.

“Er, you want a cinnamon bun?”

“I… no, I don't have the money,” you rasp and sip your tea.

“On the house,” he insists, “really, there was a mix up this morning and we made a batch too many.”

“That's nice but… no thank you.”

You know what it is to accept favours. They always come back to debts. You lower your head again.

“You don't like sweets? We have quiche–”

You shake your head. He hovers, waiting. You turn to watch out the window again. You wince as the plate clinks onto the table. He leaves the bun there and goes back behind the counter. You ignore it.

Maybe you won't come here anymore.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Growing Pains CH2 (MWC Day 8!)

Pairing: RE2 Leon Kennedy x Male(Intended) Reader Summary: College AU/Meet-cute(?) The cute guy that Claire hangs out with finally works up the courage to talk to you. Words: 1,662/200 Warnings: a few curse words but that's to be expected. Notes: Leon is super shy and awkward, I haven't read through it but when I was writing the dialogue and the text between it felt pretty chunky so if anyone has notes about that please let me know, I'm experimenting a little with the paragraphs, let me know if you liked the smaller ones better.

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Friday felt like it would never end, like you’d never be able to catch a break. You had to feel grateful, though, it hadn’t rained yet and your weather app told you it would be sunny all day. The extreme difference in the weather kept you reeling, back home the temperature and weather were usually consistent with the month, but after moving closer to school you'd noticed that the weather was a lot more sporadic here; yesterday it had been freezing and pouring for the majority of the day, getting as low as 10 °C with a warning for hail. Today was the complete opposite, the temperature had been between 26 and 32 °C with absolutely no clouds in sight. The extreme (and unwarranted) differences in the weather had left you staggering to catch up, you’d woken up that morning absolutely drenched in sweat and blinded by the sun. Having set your thermostat to keep up with the freezing temperatures outside and the poor insulation of your cheap apartment, since it had been cloudy all week you never bothered with your curtains or blinds but clearly that was a mistake. 

You probably shouldn't say you hated Chicago, it was nice sometimes and the students here were pretty respectful. You could count on one hand all of the times you’ve actually had a bad customer experience and all of them centered around finals or exams. You look up as the bell dings and a customer enters, he’s huge, completely dwarfing you in size. As soon as he steps up to the counter you recognize him, his pale skin, and the weird markings on his face. You’ve heard Claire complaining about him time and time again, he was apparently so strict that no one in his classes has ever passed. 

You highly doubted that no one’s ever passed but since she never gave you his name, and only referred to him as the Evil Tyrant of the West Wing, you could never fact-check her. Evil tyrant or not, you still had a job to do and money to make so, you put on your best smile and greeted him politely. He orders a black coffee and a triple shot of expresso, you’re a little intimidated by his voice, and maybe his order but you know plenty of guys with his stature and intimidating aura who are actually sweethearts. The order is simple, youve made it so many times for the poor professors who used to come by in the dead of night, it's pure muscle memory at this point. Getting his order made and totaled up on the register takes little to no thought, he waits like he's got better things to do, and before you can tell him he tosses the exact total onto the counter, paying without thanking (or tipping) you. 

He scoops up his two drinks before marching out of the shop. His footsteps are loud and heavy, clunky boots dropping down hard onto the linoleum like you used to do as a pubescent 16-year-old throwing a tantrum, you think about how every time you did that your mom would call you disrespectful and she’d take away your phone. At that thought small smile forms on your face, you can't help but feel a little amused at the image of your tiny, 5’4 mother disciplining a man about as tall and wide as a skyscraper. “What an ass.” You huff and glance back down at the tip jar, it was a measly four bucks and some change, mostly quarters. You’ve had worse tips, at least this could buy you a water and maybe some peanuts or sunflower seeds if you chose right. 

You lean against the counter and cast a glance out of the big windows at the front, the guy Claire eats with is out there looking like a terrified puppy, he’s gripping the handles of his bike tightly as the tyrant guy chews into him for something you can only imagine. You watch as the tyrant storms off, pretty dramatically, Claire's friend puts up his bike and locks it to the pole before coming inside, he flinches when he sees you watching and shakily pulls off his (stupid-looking) helmet. “You- uh… Did you see all that?” His voice shakes slightly and he fidgets with the helmet nervously “Maybe.” You shrug wanting to cut the guy some slack. “Was it something you wanted me to see?” He shakes his head and you go back to the register, “Then I guess I didn't see anything.” He visibly relaxes but his steps toward the counter are a little shaky, you’re already tapping his order into the register by the time he gets up to the counter. “I didn't even order yet…” He sounds a little flustered and you look up to see that his cheeks have gone pink. “You get the same thing every time.” You counter, tapping the green total button on the register, “What if I wanted something different.” His voice evens out like he's getting more comfortable. “Did you?” - “No.” You chuckle at the absurdity and shake your head. 

“2.95 big guy.” There's a pause and you look up expectantly, he's looking at you star-struck but as soon as you make eye contact he fumbles for his wallet, dropping his helmet in the process. “Um- im so sorry…” He apologizes quickly, handing you a five and bending to pick up his helmet. “S’fine.” you pause to put his cash into the register and pull out his change. “Two-oh-five is your change.” You hand it back only for him to drop it into your tip jar, he smiles and takes his cookie when you hand it to him. “Is- uh. I mean- is Claire not here today?” He fumbles a little, tearing off pieces of his cookie. 

You shake your head “Nah, not yet. Summer’s always slow.” He nods along with you, it's obvious he knows Claire isn't here. You look over at the windows again and check your watch, it's just about closing time. “Why is that?” He breaks the silence as you log out of the register, you look up at him a little caught off guard, “Hm? Why what?” His cheeks go pink and he fumbles for words- “Um… I mean- uh. Why is summer always slow?” You nod, understanding what he meant, and go back to the register with a shrug, “Luis says it’s ‘cause of the heat, no one wants hot drinks.” He nods slightly and finishes off his cookie, crumpling up the napkin as he lingers. It's not hard to see that he wants to keep talking to you and you almost feel bad for him, you finish logging off and nod in the direction of the trash can. “Bet you a free drink you can't get that into the trash from here.” You know you shouldn't be handing out drinks but he's too cute and it's the first thing that pops into your head. 

He visibly lights up, his eyes get wider and his back straightens “Alright.” He looks back at the trash can by the door, taking his attention off of you. You can't help but admire him while he lines up his shot, he's got a cute side profile, he's pretty tall, and his hair looks nice and soft. He raises the napkin over his head and tosses it in, you tear your eyes away from the muscle in his arms to see the balled-up napkin bounce off the window and into the trash. He looks back at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, you shrug and smile back while turning to grab a cup. “I was on the basketball team in high school.” He says sounding more confident than he had earlier, you snort as he reveals this crucial information after he wins your little game. 

“Guess I set myself up then, huh?” You get a cup and turn back to him, “Whatchu want?” He looks proud of himself, his shoulders relaxed and held back confidently. You can't help but think he looks handsome when he’s confident like this, the worry lines on his face disappear, his brows unfurrow, and he actually looks his age. “What if…” He trails off, his demeanor turning anxious again. He swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with the effort, “uh- w- what if… I got your number, instead of a drink?” A smile forces its way onto your face, he looks so nervous he might give himself an aneurysm. You huff playfully, unable to resist, this has to be the highlight of your week. 

You turn away from him to brew an iced coffee, It might be a little mean for you to draw this out, to make him worry more. “You want milk and sugar?” But you’ve always struggled with self-control. There's a long pause, before- “Ye… um yes please.” His voice is small and there's a slight shake if you listen close enough. You feel a little bad for doing this but you continue, you never pussy out. You finish brewing his coffee and in a smooth, well-practiced motion, you slap a sticker on the side and mark it with your name and number, putting a little x underneath. 

You hand it to him and without giving him time to think or breathe you herd him out of the shop. “Gotta close, call me later.” You shut and lock the door as he stands in front of it bewildered, his brain takes a while to catch up and you see him look down at the coffee in his hand and start to turn around but you’re faster; turning off the open sign and closing the blinds with a speed that you should be using for more important things, like getting dressed when you’re late to class, or finishing an essay that's about to be overdue, not being mysterious to the cute guy who still hasn't given you his name.

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A/N: it's getting easier and easier to write already, it didn't take half as long as yesterday's did to get 1,000 words. It feels so much good to actually feel happy writing. I can't help but feel worried it's not going to last forever with my fluctuating mental health but I've been looking up a few books to help improve my writing, grammar, flow, and punctuation and I've been seeing a lot of these writers saying that it's okay for you to be worried about that and to just push through.

[kingdaddydaichi]

HAIKYUU BOYS & the things they do to you at some high-falutin social event

ft. post-timeskip asahi; atsumu; bokuto (and akaashi, sort of); daichi; oikawa; osamu; suga x reader (fem)

☽⋆˙⟡ ASAHI ⋈

there’s something about a tall, dark, handsome man rocking a bun and a goatee who manages to look sharp as hell in a suit and tie even though he didn’t try very hard. you’ve had your eyes on him all evening and you finally muster the courage to talk to him when he approaches the busy bar where you’ve been waiting to be noticed by the bartender to order a drink. probably bc of his size, the bartender nods to asahi in just a matter of a few seconds.

the 6’2” man points his thumb at you then back at the bartender and says, “uhhmm…i believe she was here first.”

with a charmed smile, you thank him for his chivalry and order your drink. then the tower of a man orders his own and tells the bartender both drinks are on him. an hour later, his slacks are around his ankles and you're straddling him, gliding on his long, thick cock in a dark and otherwise empty conference room. no one can hear your loud moans over the thumping bass of the music as your ass claps against his huge thighs and your pretty manicured nails dig into his hard, broad shoulders. he had protested weakly when you started sucking his monstrous cock after dragging him in there, but when you drip some of his whiskey onto your tits and say “drinks on me now, handsome”, he smirks and wastes no time at all licking and sucking the liquor from your flesh while his big hands guide you along his throbbing length until your clenching pussy creams all around him.

‎‎☽⋆˙⟡ ATSUMU ⋈

fingers you during the keynote speech while the satin, ivory tablecloth serves as cover. occasionally whispers in your ear, reminding you to be quiet lest someone figure out that he's knuckle-deep inside your sweet cunt. his palm, calloused from years of spiking mikasas, is grinding against your swollen clit as his deft fingertips tug deliciously at your g-spot. your thighs have his wrist in a death grip as your professionally manicured nails dig into his flexing forearm. tsumu listens carefully to your quickening breaths, accurately gauges the intensity of your tightening walls, timing his speed and pressure perfectly so that the loud applause of the dining hall drowns out your stifled moan when he makes you cum. a low groan rattles his ribcage when he feels your spend gush into his hand, biting his lip at the way his aching cock strains against the confines of his tailored pinstripe slacks. he watches as your long eyelashes flutter before pulling out and bringing his hand to his mouth to suck his fingers clean.

“yer cream tastes so sweet, babygirl," he says with half-lidded mahogany eyes and a devious grin. "if ya give me yer number, i'll do it with my tongue next time."

☽⋆˙⟡ BOKUTO ⋈

sneaks the two of you onto the rooftop pool and starts taking his clothes off.

you’ve never seen him naked before so you spin around, burying your flustered face in your hands. “bo! what are you doing?!?!” you ask with a gaspy giggle.

“going skinny dipping! c'mon! get in with me!” he says with an unassuming chuckle just before you hear a big splash.

minutes later you're buck naked in the pool with him, his big, long cock brushing against your bare butt as he tickles you. motherfucker is so big it’s like a goddamn buoy, floating and bouncing in the water even when he’s only got a semi. you’ve been attracted to the pro ace since high school, even ended up going to the same university as him. you had bumped into him at countless parties in college but still hadn’t managed to tap it yet. well now was your chance. his erection was unmistakable as he pulled your back to his chest in the pool and brushed his lips across the back of your neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses and kitten licks along your upper spine. you spread your legs to let his huge cock float between them and up to your slick pussy. you were grateful for the fact that your back was turned when the rooftop access door squealed open. bo didn't miss a single beat...just kept right on railing you from behind in the shallow end - pool water splashing every time his thick thighs clapped against yours.

“hey hey hey, akaashi! come on in, the water’s fine!”

☽⋆˙⟡ DAICHI ⋈

when you first arrive at the venue, he teases you in the car before pushing a little bullet vibrator into your pussy and makes you keep it in throughout the night. controls the speed and intensity with an app on his phone until he catches you playing with your clit under the table, trying to get yourself off. he yanks your hand from between your legs and quietly pulls you into the men's restroom just outside the dining hall. bends you over the marble countertop, flips your skirt up, and spanks your bare bottom with his big, strong daddy hand. takes your panties off your ankles, puts them in his pocket, then pulls his fat, angry cock out of his zipper and fucks you while making you watch in the mirror. both of you are so worked up, you cum before anyone catches you. a guy comes walking in as just as you're limping out while daichi zips his pants back up, his softening cock still twitching and dribbling a little cum to mix with your smeared cream inside the black fabric.

☽⋆˙⟡ OIKAWA ⋈

shameless slut wants to pull an usher and fuck you in a dark corner of the dance floor, but when you grab his wrists and protest with a giggle, he squeezes your ass with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

nipping at your earlobe, he says, "you know, i've got a very expensive limo waiting just outside. would be a shame to spend all that money and not get to fuck in it." he seductively enunciates 'fuck' and smirks when he feels you shudder.

"say less. take me there now," you demand as you grab his chub through his pants.

moments later, your knees are on the floor of the luxurious limo with the side of your face pressed against the back seat. oikawa spits on his cock before pushing it inside you one thick inch at a time until he's fully sheathed inside the wet heat of your cunt. your hard nipples drag along the cool, ebony leather while the olympic setter uses a fistful of your hair as leverage to fuck his veiny cock into your squelching pussy. you're whining and crying out nonstop as he pounds into you so fucking hard, his hips driving yours into the edge of the seat with every powerful thrust.

"fuck, tooru! *gasp* god, your cock is so fucking big!" you whimper as mascara-stained tears stream down your searing cheeks.

"shhh...don't cry, princess. you're gonna cum so hard on my fat dick. i promise it's gonna feel so fucking good."

☽⋆˙⟡ OSAMU ⋈

eats you out in a dark corner in the corridor leading to the back exit. has you pinned against the wall with his hands around your waist and one of your thighs draped over his shoulder. makes you cum in his mouth before he stands up, keeping you flush to the wall with one hand on your hip while the other fumbles urgently with his belt buckle. you can still taste yourself on his lips and tongue when you moan into each other’s mouths as he plunges his cock deep inside your messy cunt. your dress is bunched up around your waist while he bounces you up and down, his long graceful fingers dimpling the flesh of your bare ass as he guides your slippery pussy along the full length of his hard cock. he shudders when he releases inside you, a quiet whimper escaping the owner of onigiri miya as his hips buck erratically. puts such a huge load of his sperm into you that it leaks out and slides down the inside of your legs in thick, white globs when you hobble back towards the dark dance hall to rejoin your friends.

☽⋆˙⟡ SUGA ⋈

teases you in subtle ways - putting his hand on your lower back every chance he gets, reaching out and twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, (un)apologetically rubbing his lap against your butt when he walks by and shit like that. yeah, it’s all fun and games til you pull him into an unlocked storage closet and back him up against the wall. both of you are kissing and panting and groping at each other when you reach between your bodies to grip his hard cock through his tailored slacks that fit him just so. he moans into your mouth and puts his hand over yours, guiding your speed and pressure as you jerk him through his clothes for a minute. fuck, he’s so hard. finally, your patience runs out and you start unbuckling his belt as it clanks while he snickers with a smug grin on his pretty face.

“are you that thirsty for my dick, y/n? yeah?” he cards his slender fingers into your hair - careful not to mess it up too much - and presses down on your shoulder with more strength than is even required saying “pull my cock out…mmhmm good girl. See how wet you’ve made me? hm? what’s that? you wanna lick my precum? go ahead baby, you have my permission.”

you wrap your pink lips around his cock and moan at his flavor.

with a sharp inhale through his teeth, he says, “yeah, suck my cock just like that…”

minutes later, your middle finger is in his ass while his pretty balls spasm against your chin as he pumps all his cum down your throat.

“oh fuck god yes, y/n! choke on my dick,” he whines, legs trembling from the spasms of your throat around the sensitive head of his cock while he fills your gullet with his warm semen.

suga is a closet freak. literally.

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 360: That was Then, This is Now, p12

What remained of the upstairs apartment door swings open and crashes into the wall with a sharp >bang< as the two Others enter, say hello to the two receptionists who are with him.

“Bianca, Sammi hi he-“

“Crikey Aubs what the fuck?”

“Y-yeah someone broke in and-”

“And Jesus are you leaking?”

“N-no, uh, that’s just his, uh-”

“Thanks Aubrey we’ll take it from here.”

“b-but-“

“It’s okay, really.”

“Yeah, Olivia sent us. So piss off.”

“She wanted us to come up and take care of him…”

Lights are flickering overhead.

“We’ve got tits, too. See?”

“…and she’s the boss, right?”

The red haired woman’s voice is full of something powerful.

“R-right.”

“You should probably go too, Nadia.”

“Right.”

Two young women exit, leaving two behind with him. A door closes. 

They crouch down, one on either side. They study his face, his eyes moving in dream behind half-closed lids. The redhead reaches out, holds them open, gazes deep into him….

“Do you see what’s happening in there?”

“It’s, like, some kind of wonky protective charm.”

“Yep. But we can fix that.”

The redhead’s two hands go to his temples. Lights flicker anew as she begins to tap his skull with her fingernails: <clickety-clickety-click> The whites of his eyes change color as something fuchsin runs through their veins. 

"You saw what was happening in there? That was then. Let’s show him now."

“Haha bonkers. But Emily said-“

“Shut up. Now give him a kiss...”

…

I felt an immediate chill. The room, everything around me suddenly felt strange, a little different, certainly a little colder as my front desk girl, Aubrey, abruptly released me from her comforting embrace. I blushed, having just been held to her full young bosom, and noticed that the shadows in the office seemed deeper, and longer. Static crackled over the big band tunes coming from my new RCA desktop radio, and I saw there was a crack in one of my office windows…and it was growing. The girls, my medical assistants, had checked me out, making sure I hadn’t hurt myself moving that vending machine. Now that I think about it, how on earth had I done that? 

Lakshmi, Josie, Amelia - and is that Marisela? She’s wearing so much makeup - surrounded me. Someone was pouring me a whisky from my servette and another was now playing with the radio unit, changing channels, looking for the news. 

Something was about to happen.  Knock knock sweetie..! called a familiar voice from the door. Bodies around me shifted, away, and I looked to see-

Melissa!

Haha w-wow look at you! I said from behind the small crowd of women, someone less assured than I would have blushed from hearing the shaking in my voice. I was sure it was nothing to worry about. Always dressed to the nines for the office, Melissa naturally drew all eyes to her. She took my breath away, actually. You look like the b-bee’s knees! I said. 

Oh thank you sweetie! she sang, feigning a blush at my compliment as she stood in the doorway of the room. My girlfriend - how long had we been seeing one another? - was a real looker. A tall drink of water, for sure - almost as tall as me! And the figure on her? The knockers and those gams? Wow! She wore high heels and had my coffee, my morning joe, steaming hot and hopefully just as I liked it: black! 

She came in, the <click-clack-click> of her high heels echoing strangely loud, staccato against the new linoleum of my office floor. Is that a new dress, doll? I asked as I stood for the lady, obviously impressed with her appearance. Who wouldn’t be? 

<clickety-click-click> Really loud. Weird. When she reached me we were eye-to-eye; in fact haha in those heels she was a bit taller. You look like a m-million bucks. 

Take a picture, dreamboat, she purred in a private whisper, reaching to straighten my tie, her sparkling eyes on mine and a curl to her smile, it’ll last longer. 

I couldn’t help it, my eyes dropped down to her tits. Cleavage bulged above the neckline of her blue, polka-dot dress and I got a whiff of her Chanel N-…Huh. No…was she wearing something new? Whatever it was, the flowery scent gave me an immediate boner! That, and it reminded me of, wow, what we’d been doing in bed together recently. Those words she’d started using with me when we were alone, in the dark: ‘good boy’, ‘my little man’, ‘mama’s baby’…

Wow, she was really sumpthin’ else...

Eyes up here, tiger, she giggled softly, and took a step back to let me watch her set her shoulders, making sure to keep my interest. Here’s your coffee, boss, she continued, interrupting my reverie and sudden lapse of composure. Now the whole room was watching us. I put a little milk in it this morning for you, to help the tummy, she told me.

Oh, um, thanks, I replied, looking around awkwardly as the girls around me giggled. Something strange was happening.

Now, I heard something about you being very brave. Is that right? Melissa cooed, taking a step forward back towards me. Instinctively, for some reason, I took a step back.

Oh yes, Marisela chimed in, an acerbic edge to her voice I hadn’t heard earlier, You should have seen it. Dr. Jay pulled a vending machine right off of Mr. Kowalczyk. Had Marisela always been this <gulp> busty? Her black blouse had…wow, someone should tell her…popped a button. Or maybe three...

He was brave, very brave, Lakshmi cooed. Oh my gosh the way she swung her hips.

You would have been so proud, chimed in Josie.

Oh I am proud, I am so proud of our big, strong man, Melissa crowed indulgently, our brave boy.

Our knight in shining armor! Aubrey offered.  So brave, Lakshmi cooed.

The girls crept closer to me, surrounding me from all sides. They were praising me, but it didn't feel like praise. It felt like…something else.

So fucking brave, drawled Amelia.

This was weird, right? Something was slipping away from me, and it felt like my authority. I was the man here! I had to take control! And I couldn’t let that lapse in office propriety go. 

P-Please watch your language? I spoke to Amelia, wincing when I heard my voice crack, unsettled by the lack of conviction I heard in it. Amelia’s breasts seemed larger as well, larger than I remembered. Looking at them made me feel somehow smaller, and like I shouldn’t have dared to discipline her. 

Her long nails began to tap in rhythm on the desk. <clickety-clickety-click> <clickety-clickety-click>

Melissa had stepped up to me, and now grabbed me by the tie. She pulled me in for a kiss - wow, what a kiss! - that sent electric shocks all the way down to my toes. It even made the lights in the room hum and flicker! My eyes rolled in my head as her tongue took over my mouth. Someone had made sure my desk chair was right behind me and good thing because when Melissa released me my legs gave out and I fell backwards into it. 

The girls had begun to clap, again. <clap clap clap!> Why? What?

<clap clap clap!>

From my chair I looked up at Melissa.

Do I look taller from down there? she asked. 

Wh-what?

<clickety-clickety-click>

I know you like tall girls, she pressed, and I asked: do I look taller from way…down…there?

She inched forward a bit, peering down her nose at me. She’d begun to take hold of the hem of her short skirt. S-something strange was happening.

<clap clap clap!>

<clickety-clickety-click!>

Taller? Melissa continued, Bigger?

<clap clap clap!> wh-where is that coming from?

She began to turn around…

Let me show you how big I’ve gotten, sweetie, she purred, slowly lifting her skirts and bending over at the waist, how big I am now, back here…

M-Melissa w-w-wait! I sputtered, what are you d-???

My voice froze and I gasped as it came into view. Fucking Jesus Christ what’s happened?!? It was huge!

<clap clap clap clap clap clap>

<clickety-clickety-click>

I heard Melissa giggle and she put her hands down on the desk, cocked her mountainous hips up, towards me. Her frilly skirt was bundled about her waist. She was not wearing panties. 

Stand up. Show us how much of a man you are. 

<clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap…>

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[buddierecs]

secret relationship buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) by: finduilas "it’s such a long time coming and still it takes buck by surprise. It takes him by surprise even though he is the one that leans in and finally kisses eddie. his second surprise is that eddie doesn’t push him away, doesn’t even look at him with confusion. or worse, rage. no, eddie kisses him back like buck is a tall drink of water and eddie is severely dehydrated. buck knows the feeling" word count: 13k important tags: anal sex, versatile buddie, getting caught, accidental clothes sharing oh, my dream (never quite as it seems) by: woodchoc_magnum "in which buck and eddie are trying out a friends-with-benefits thing (that's rapidly turning into more) when the world comes crashing down on them. as buck hovers somewhere between life and death, eddie has to deal with their friends, family and the buckley parents." word count: 44k important tags: friends with benefits, whump, season six, sperm donor arc, coma, fluff and smut, bottom!eddie diaz

ours to keep by: brewrosemilk 'buck and eddie pass their single, shared brain-cell back and forth, trying to keep their relationship a secret." word count: 8.9k important tags: blow jobs, porn with feelings, pov alternating, pov outsider, crack treated seriously sideways (incomplete series) by: buddiefanrpnj "what was it buck said to him that night… "you don't need to pretend with me." well, eddie is fucking done pretending. aka eddie makes his choice … this story starts at the end of red flag, 6x9" word count: 325k important tags: pining, love confessions, major character injury, first times, oral sex, rimming, demisexual!eddie diaz my hands are shaking from holding back by: barnesbegin "buck refuses to believe friends look at each other the way he and eddie do. however, eddie is dating ana flores. so buck just gives him space and hopes eddie will come to his senses soon. but after a heated fight between the two, where a confession is unintentionally made, things take a turn." word count: 84k important tags: pining, slow burn, eventual smut, eddie diaz is in denial the kids had sex, chim. by: whiskis "buck and eddie's extra activities got buck's voice all fucked up (pun intended)." word count: 5.3k important tags: oral sex, face-fucking, coming untouched, idiots in love, light dom/sub race to the sun (rest when it's over) by: honestlydarkprincess "buck challenges eddie and eddie takes said challenge. It causes their relationship to be revealed in a rather unique way." word count: 3.5k important tags: come slut!evan buckley, multiple orgasms, manhandling, marking, sir kink, possessive sex, dom!eddie diaz, sub!evan buckley, strength kink loose threads by: daises_and_briars "new to dating and keeping it quiet, buck and eddie get a little carried away on a slower shift at the firehouse. but when the alarm eventually sounds, a spur of the moment mistake leaves them a little mixed up." word count: 3.7k important tags: swapped clothes, blowjobs, pranks a phone call in late december by: brewsrosemilk “i’m so fucking cold without you,” he admits, then - and he’s not only speaking metaphorically; the snow storm is raging outside, screaming around the corners of the house; the room is drafty, and somehow despite the sweat gathering at the base of his spine and his neck - he feels cold. he wants eddie. That’s all he wants. - "me too,” eddie hums, though - immediately soothing the anxiety. “never again. never again, i promise,” he sighs" word count: 4.3k important tags: phone sex, fluff and smut

romance is not dead if you keep it just yours by: weasleyworks "basically eddie and buck are in a relationship but have only told christopher." word count: 3.6k important tags: morning sex, kinda secret relationship, idiots in love your laugh (echoes down the hallway) by princessfbi "the long awaited jeep sex fic" word count: 5.5k important tags jeep (car) sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, blow jobs, praise kink, secret relationship.

and no one knows what goes on behind closed doors by: starlingbite "none of the team knows that after a long shift, when christopher is still at school, eddie follows buck across town to the loft. they don’t know that as soon as the front door is closed behind them eddie pushes buck against it and presses their lips together." word count: 4.6k important tags: plot what plot, anal sex, cock warming, top!eddie diaz, bottom!evan buckley, barebacking

general audience rated secret relationship fics mature rated secret relationship fics

[sweaterkittensahoy]

hi!! so if this tickles your pear:

something about the 100th having crushes on buck and bucky calls to me i cant ignore it so just blurbs of the boys sighing piningly at the buckies and random moments please and thank you?

Jack is immune. Yes he is. Shut up. No, he does not wish Bucky would hug him like he hugs everyone. He definitely does need a couple of those sometimes (joke's on him, Bucky knows when someone needs a hug and just shows up and tells Jack, "All right, come on. Get over here." They never, ever speak about it.

I mean, Curt's living the dream. Two tall drinks of water to keep him company. Is it still a crush when they're all in bed together? He isn't sure because he still feels some sort of way about just looking at them.

Rosie introduced himself with a story about flying in his skivvies and will internally die of embarrassment for the rest of his life. But soon enough, he's friends with them, so the crush mellows into just a nice friendship.

Brady has the biggest crush on Buck because he's quiet and stoic. He has given up ever trying to impress him because he is aware Bucky sees him as a little brother, and nothing will ever make Buck see him any other way.

Demarco's crush on Buck didn't start until he saw how sweet Buck is with Meatball. He had a crush on Buck for the time it took them to get their first hangover together, and then away it went.

Harry has the WORST crush on Bucky. He really, really tries not to, but Bucky's so confident and comfortable and just never seems to have to think about anything more than once. His feelings for Buck are complicated. Sometimes he has a crush and sometimes he's just a regular amount of impressed.

Bubbles thinks they're both great and has stolen a couple of cheek kisses more than once. Yes, it's partly done to watch Harry blush because he wants to kiss Bucky's cheek.

Blakely, Douglass, and Hambone all swear they don't have crushes on those two. This is hotly debated.

Helen wants Buck to take her for a fancy dinner and talk about books and science. She wants to shove Bucky down and sit on his face. She has had these thoughts in detail while talking to them. She's a masterclass in keeping it under wraps.

Quinn, Bailey, and Babyface literally cannot imagine having crushes on THE Majors. That's so WEIRD.

[nerodivergentgrimreaper]

CastleAudio Werewolf HeadCanons

Here are some personal headcanons that I have for a few of the pack members please let me know if there are any other characters you want head cannons for or if you want any of the characters in certain situations

Claire

- Claire can’t cook, she has burned water. However, she is very good at mixing drinks. She can make a drink for every occasion. 

- She wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, I’m talking before the sun even thinks about rising. Gets dressed, goes on a run, and gets coffee before anyone in the pack wakes up. 

- That being said she goes to bed super early, like 9:00- 9:30

- She has a binder full of facts about each of her pack members. I’m talking Birthdays, interests, even finger prints. 

- Because of this she is the best gift giver. She plans the holidays out two months in advance. 

- She on multiple occasions has picked up younger pack members from awkward situations. It’s reassuring that they trust her enough to call her when they need help. 

- She let Sweetheart/ Knight tattoo her when they first started their apprenticeship, the tattoo itself is bad but the memory is one of her favorites. 

- She hates heels, can't stand them, She has no idea how Beth can walk around so casually in them. 

- She lives in a leather jacket and jeans, Beth and Ro make jokes about how stereotypical their Alpha’s outfit is.

- She has always been tall and is very self aware about her height and how it makes her look more intimidating.  

Beth 

- Beth will forever feel guilty that she didn’t help Claire more during the night of the accident 

- She unlike Claire hates mornings with a passion, if it were up to her the world would not start until noon. 

- She wants to get a tattoo but has no idea what to get. She wants it to have meaning but can’t make a decision.  

- She either could look like a million bucks, dress, heals, hair done, or she is dressed like a middle school boy. 

- Beth doesn’t get sick often but when she does it's bad, I’m talking in bed for a week, can’t function at all. 

- Secretly loves romantic comedies 

- While she doesn’t have a sweet tooth she loves spicy food. Her cabinet is stocked with spicy ramen for the days she doesn’t feel like cooking. 

- She finds sewing very calming but the actual process of make clothing stressful 

- She can play the piano, she used to take lessons but now its just turned into more of a party trick 

- She can sprint in a pair of stilettos

Knight/SweetHeart 

- Knight works as a tattoo artist most of the time but also does odd jobs around town for some extra side cash 

- They are a jack of all trades. You need your car fixed? They got tools. You locked yourself out? They’ll pick and change the lock for you. You need a rollerskating buddy? Give them a minute to find their skates. 

- They are also very observant. While they are more of the quiet type, they listen and watch and just over all gather information. 

- Most of the tattoos they have they did themself. 

- When they are angry instead of the silent treatment they will just shift and stare at you in wolf form to avoid having to talk. 

- They live for horror movies, it's one of their favorite ways to pass the time. (It's also a great excuse for Evie to hold on to them). 

- They are dyslexic. Can’t read for shit. 

- They are a strong believer in hydrate or diedrate. 

- They have a lot of sketchbooks full of drawings of the pack members and nature. 

- They have a little turtle named Mikey (Yes after the Ninja Turtle) 

[r0-boat]

A little bit of Holt-ery

Tldr: Holt has Butterfingers and dropped strong aphrodisiac, you just so happened to be in the kitchen with him

Fine you get some Holt

Gn!reader afab

CW:dub-con, boss/employee fuck

"Fuck!" He lets out, looking at the shattered vile on the floor. Strong-grade aphrodisiac, supposed to be for the Bulls for their breeding season( he was going to sneak a drop or two in your drink, you know, something to get you ready for the day) but now here was expensive stuff all over the floor wasted...

Even from this small vile, the scent coming off of it was intense. An overly sweet smell invaded his nostrils. Holt has always had a powerful sense of smell, making his eyes water. Putting his arm over his nose, he goes over to the counter to reach for a paper towel. Holt felt a tingle going across his body, feeling a low heat beginning in his core.

'Come on Holt pull yourself together just reach over and grab a towel and wipe it up'

But his body wouldn't want to move. His mind with melting, still focused on the growing sensation inside of him.

"Boss, I heard a yell. Are you okay?" Oh God, why you or anyone but you... how his title stray from your lips went straight to his lions.

His pants grew tighter and tighter. When he sees you walking to the room, the kitchen is filled with the sweet solid smell, immediately invading your nose. "Holt, I didn't know you liked to bake." You said, inhaling more of the sweet scent. Shaddap, I wasn't bake'n and cover your nose." Confused, you asked why quickly getting a rise out of him " when I say do something, you do it! Don't argue with me. I spilled an expensive aphrodisiac everywhere; the smell alone we can set you off" your eyes widen, doing what he says. Holt kept his back to you, not wanting you to see the obvious tent in his pant. His brown eyes kept darting at you, stealing glances and watching you pick up the pieces of glass. Have you always looked so...cute?

Holt, not moving from his position, reaches for a towel, and throws it to you.

Fuck. It was starting to get too hot to be in these clothes. Everything felt so sensitive, and he was practically sweating. All you did was put a towel on the ground while the aphrodisiac was already at work. The smell of your arousal was evident to Holt. Damn it; you can't go out to work like this!

You wanted to leave the kitchen and lock yourself in your room but you found yourself standing still, staring right it your boss. Your tall, strong, and... handsome boss. With well-kept dark red hair, that you've always wanted to play with it. He smelled of old leather, whiskey, and cologne, a scent that was driving you up the wall.

Your mind was cloudy, eyes filled with nothing but lust. Your mind kept wandering back to him, no matter how much you tried to divert it. Your breath was heavy and shaky remembering when you and Holt were visiting one of the neighbors, and one of their bulls broke out angrily bucking, in a blind rage to charge at you.

Only for Holt to run across the field, grabbing the bull by the horns and slamming him to the ground with all his strength.

The heat was getting unbearable, and the smell of the tantalizing farmhand made him practically drool. He also wanted to leave the kitchen, lock himself in his room, and fist his cock for the rest of the day. But your arousal smells so good; you smell good, you look good... desperate for any sort of release from his restraining clothes, he unbuttons his polo shirt, unbuttoning and zipping down his fly.

You couldn't take it anymore "H-holt please..."

His breath hatched, he hasn't heard you whine like that ever since how to walk too close to the barn and heard you're whimpering cries as a bull bullied his cock into your thight hole. It was a memory he had to scrub out of his brain because he couldn't stop thinking about it. You look so submissive under that hybrid. So... Cute...

"...damn it..."

To cast under his breath before you could react, he turned himself around and pounced on you, his lips on yours instantly. Quickly melting into the kiss, you enjoyed the sweet taste of lingering tobacco and syrup as your tongue danced with his. His brown eyes, and pupils blow bore into yours as he backs you into the wall trapping you between his muscular body kitchen wall. He goes in for another kiss grinding himself against your thigh and moaning when you lift your leg up. The kiss grew hotter before Holt pulled away to catch his breath, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

"Fucking tease, your a tease..." He growls using one hand to pull down his pants and boxers finally freeing his big fat cock, tip red and leaking. You practically drooled at the side of it, wanting nothing more than his cock inside of you. You wasted no time pulling off your pants and underwear completely. Holt's eyes lit up when he saw you practically dripping for him. You lift yourself up as you subconsciously wrap your legs around him for support Holt nuzzles himself in your neck, giving you soft kisses. Holt was so gentle with you at this moment it made your heart flutter seeing this side of him

" There we go, precious, you're so precious to me ~" he murmured, enjoying the feeling of his shaft rubbing against your lips, the head of his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit, and the heat of your tight velvet walls making his cock pulse.

There were so many things holt wanted to do to you. He has always wanted to eat out that pretty cunt of yours. Make you cum on his tongue. Make you scream louder than any bull on this Farm has. Make you his mate and bite down into your shoulder and Mark you for weeks. But he needed to be inside of you; holt never wanted anything more.

" Putting it in now sweetness, if it's too big for you just tell me~" he Chuckles, you couldn't help but smile. Even now he can be so annoying.

Holt sucked in the air through his teeth as the head of his cock Spears you open, not even halfway in, and your pussy barrels down on his cock. He was so big; your legs shook as he sunk himself deeper, whimpering." relax darl'n, just relax and let me in" Holt purred

Damn it, his voice was rugged yet smooth, and his slight Southern drawl made you swoon. Holt cussed under his breath as his cock is buried inside you to the hilt. You knew your boss always had a more softer side but experiencing it in person was almost uncanny, but you can't say you don't like it. You can feel his fingers grip you harder with every slight movement you make but you couldn't help it. He filled you so full. And every time he ground it against you, you just wanted more.

" can't hold on anymore" your eyes roll back Hour immediately sets his own pace pounding you against the wall. Balls slapped against your ass as the kitchen and dining room were filled with Holt's loud moans. He had no restraint, fucking you as hard or as fast as he wanted and being as loud as you wanted. Hearing him becoming so disheveled went straight to your cunt clenching around him.

"Oh! Fuck yes! Milk me!" He growls, lifting your legs up more to get a better angle, the tip of his cock hitting against the spot that made you see stars. You try your best to fuck him back. Only for Holt to overpower you completely, pounding you harder and deeper losing any rhythm in his hips that he had left favoring more animalistic and wild thrusts.

Your arms rake at his back, nails digging into his clothes, trying desperately to grab onto them. His cock was so big, and his face was so fast and deep that you started to tear up in pure pleasure as you came closer to your orgasm.

Holt had a prideful on his face knowing that his cock was giving you more pleasure than any other Bull on the farm could. " you're close; I can feel it cum for me; obey my word and cum for me!"

Holt's demands hits you like an unbearable heat scorching in your core, finally snapping, squeezing his cock for all his worth while you cream. Your boss fuck you through your orgasm before he came over that edge tilting his bed head back with a howl. He paints your walls with white with each pump of cum.

The effects of the aphrodisiac begin to dull Holt. Realizing what he has done, he gently tries to put your own, but your legs are still jelly, so he holds on to you, making his way to the couch before setting you down; you are still in the Afterglow a seed of guilt begins to grow inside of you after realizing what happened. " let's not speak of this" Holt grumbles ignoring the fact that he already misses your tight cunt. Tired, you just nod in agreement, already missing his light soft touches and fat cock pounding away.

[palettepainter]

Incorrect cousin quotes!!

With all the cousin designs I have posted, time to make some quotes with them!

Liv/Zee/Penny/Lazer/Raph - me

Rand - @rottedbrainz

Gabe - @posies-and-bundles

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Lazer, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! Rand, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

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Raph: I think Lazer is in trouble. Rand: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

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Raph: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Lazer meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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Zee: Why did you kidnap Liv!?!?! Rand: Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh... Zoot: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal. Zee: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

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*when a child starts crying in public* Zee: *tries to make the child laugh* Liv: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down* Raph: *gives detailed instructions to the parents* Lazer: *cries with the child* Penny: *ignores the child* Zoot: *is the reason why the child is crying*

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Zee : *sighs* I have no friends... Rand: Rand: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

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Rand: Alright, listen up you little shits. Rand: Not you Liv. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

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Rand, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

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Penny: What if people had food names and food had people names? Lazer: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Penny for dinner. Gabe: What is wrong with you people? Raph: Shut up, chocolate.

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Penny: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything Raph does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Gabe: If Raph were to jump off a cliff, they would've done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Raph jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Lazer: You jump off a cliff! Gabe: Gladly, provided Raph did first.

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Raph: What’s it like being tall? Liv: Is it nice? Gabe: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Penny: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Gabe: Christmas is cancelled. Penny: You can't cancel a holiday. Gabe: Keep it up, Penny, and you'll lose New Year's too. Penny: What does that mean? Gabe: Raph, take New Year's away from Penny.

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Liv: Aww, what's your dog's name? Rand: Spartacus. Liv, yelling to Gabe: TRY SPARTACUS! Gabe, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Rand: Liv: What's your favorite number?

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Rand: Which way did Liv go? Gabe: Well, based on the direction of the wind, the broken sticks in the corner, and the slight disturbance in the dirt, I'd guess they went left. Rand: You could really figure it out from that? Gabe: No, you idiot, Liv sent me a text. See?

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Penny: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. Zee: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Liv: Try not to roll your eyes at me. Gabe: I don't have pupils.

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Lazer: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Rand: Well, on a good day, I’m both

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Lazer: Okay. Hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I burned a hot pocket so badly it could probably fall off a ten-story building and be completely fine? Rand: Lazer, what did you do? Lazer: Take a guess.

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Raph: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight. Penny: But are you shuffling? Raph: Everyday. Gabe: What language are you two speaking??

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Gabe: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Raph: How? Gabe: I need someone to take the fall. Raph: What did you do? Gabe: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Penny, from the other room: Oh my god. Gabe: ... Penny: OH MY GOD! Raph: Make it a hundred. Gabe: Deal.

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Raph: Regular soda is too sweet! Penny: Diet soda has a weird after taste! Raph: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Penny: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Raph: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Penny: I'm going to physically attack you. Raph: Which is better, Gabe? Gabe: Oh, I usually drink water! Penny: Wha- NO! Raph: DISGUSTING!

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Liv: So when are we gonna tell them? Zee: Just give them a minute. Gabe: *Pulling on a door that clearly says push*

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Liv: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Zee: Ooh, yes please! Gabe, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Liv: It's not a bug though... Gabe: ... Zee: ... Gabe: Well I still don't want to see. Zee, realizing: Please don't throw- Liv: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

[roundaboutnow]

i am so PISSED at my job

for the record, today was a great day. it was an easy shift and i got to train one of the best people ive ever met. genuinely, i had a great morning.

but the POLICIES at this store? god.

i've been here for 3 years and the prices were already unreasonable but i've seen them raise these so much and its disgusting. extra shots of espresso used to be .25 each. now they're 1.10.

we have to charge for milk substitution, like fuck you for being lactose intolerant i guess. we have to charge for water, which is actually free if you pay for something else (apparently it's the fee for the cup). we cant give discounts, we dont take EBT, we cant feed our employees for free (and it's not like ANY company lets you take home expired sandwiches or pastries) we're supposed to pressure people to buy ventis when they just want talls. we cant give you a discount if you bring your own cup and we don't give you free refills on coffee, nope not even if you have your receipt, not unless you drink that sucker within 30 minutes and even then you have to pay 10 cents.

we charge for iced ventis, which makes sense to an extent, because they get extra pumps and an extra shot. but now they expect us to charge more for iced talls and grandes, too? why? it's the same amount of syrup and espresso and milk, and it's not extra for the effort because it's not that hard to make. oh and we checked, unless you ask for light ice youre mostly drinking water. it's just price gauging! they realized they could pretend iced drinks were worth more and make people pay out their ass

my merchandizer says we're losing money so she's enforcing these strict and pricey charging practices, many of them are new, and it's ridiculous. how are we not making a profit if we charge every customer 7 bucks for a latte? what the hell are these corporate fucks spending all that money on and dont you DARE tell me it's inflation

my customers are being cheated and im being used and i cant believe im still putting up with this shit after all this time

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Treat You 5

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

When you go home, your father is still angry. You barely get past him to lock yourself in your room before he’s hollering and crashing around again. You clean up the mess he left of your things but find much of it unsalvagable. You don’t have much as it is. Just books, really.

You huff as you lay on your bed and mope. Your laptop is broken. You don’t know what to do about that. If you lose your job because of it, you can’t imagine your father would be any kinder.

You wallow in self-pity, flinching every time your father bangs or shouts. He doesn’t stop until well after midnight. Your stomach hurts as it shrivels hungrily. Even if you could leave your room, it’s not like there’s much to eat.

You get about an hour’s sleep before you relent and give in to another day. You fish your library card out of your drawer and leave the broken laptop behind. You could see if you could sell it for parts.

You emerge from your room cautiously. You tiptoe down to the front room and peek inside. Your father isn’t there but several empties remain in his stead. You gather the empty bottle and carefully take them into the kitchen and arrange them in a box. It’s not much over a dollar’s worth for the dozen.

You leave the box by the front door and go back down the hall. You dip into the bathroom and clean up in the sink, brushing your teeth quickly as your ears prick at every noise. You finish up and carry your shoes from your room to the door.

You hook your bag across your body, another bag in your hand. You take the box of beer bottles with you into the hall and ease the door shut. You lock it and set off towards the rear entrance of the building. Your skin sets on fire as you approach the recycling bins and sift through them.

It’s embarrassing but you have no other way to pay for the computer time at the library. You fill the bag with empties, spilling stale dregs on yourself here and there, then sling the strap over your shoulder before reclaiming the clanging box of bottles. You set off, keeping your head down as your muscles burn from the extra weight.

You wait an hour outside the beer store for opening time. You carry in your haul and get your change. Three bucks and some change. That’s about two hours of PC time. You want to cry but you hold it back. You’ll just have to get lots of work done.

At the library, you hand over all but seventy-five cents to sit at one of the computers. You’re dizzy from the long walk and your lack of breakfast. Before you log in and start the time, you go out to the water fountain in the lobby and take a long drink. You feel a bit better even if your stomach only screams louder with hunger.

You type in your library card number and the code they wrote down and start the session. You sign in to the transcription portal and start the first job that comes up. If you can keep on track, you can get almost fifty dollars added to your next pay out.

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On Friday, you’re back at the library. You’ve collected enough empties through the week to get between two to three hours at a PC each day. You even managed to find a few dimes on the couch while your dad wasn’t looking.

Your session times out at two and you pack up. Yesterday you accidentally fell asleep on one of the chairs in the mystery section. The librarian gave you a warning but otherwise let you be.

You hike your bag up and wander the aisles. You know you’re supposed to be meeting Peter. You’ve been dreading it but you didn't have a way or the nerve to cancel on him. Deep down you have to admit you’re excited to try a video game. The closest you ever got were the educational spelling and math games in grade school.

You make yourself leave the library and walk down to the cafe. You stand outside as you find the door locked. Your heart drops. It’s closed.

You hang your head and take a step back. Oh, it must’ve been a joke after all. Why would he want you around? He just had you walk all the way down here as a prank. Just like grade school when those girls invited you to that sleepover and drew all over your face.

You wince and turn away, arms crossed as your shoulders slump. You can’t believe you fell for it. You’re so stupid.

“Hey,” a voice calls and you look up to see Peter waving his hand as he runs across the street. You gape at him in surprise, “hey, uh, sorry, I think–” He hops up on the curb and checks his watch. It’s fancy, one of those digital fitness ones. “I’m on time.”

“I thought…” you look back at the cafe, “you were working?”

“Supposed to but owner didn���t show up. Or the keyholder so… no shift.”

“Oh, I thought…”

“You thought what?” His forehead wrinkles, “that I ditched you? Nope. I didn’t have any way to contact you so I just figured I’d come back and meet you like we planned. Video games are still on.”

“Right,” you nod glumly, “it’s okay if you changed your mind.”

“Do you think I’m lying?” He challenges, not harshly, rather sounding hurt.

You shake your head, “I’m not… I don’t think that but I don’t know.”

“Do you still want to come?” He asks uneasily, “I kinda… kinda been looking forward to this but I wouldn’t want you to feel forced.”

“I…” you blink and rub your neck, “I do.” You raise your head resolutely, neck still slightly bent to look him in the eye, “I just…” you bite your lip and shrug, “I guess I’m not good with people so…” you sway back and forth nervously, “I’m scared.”

“Scared? Don’t be. I’ll be right there with you,” he assures and his whole face brightens as he smiles. “If anyone gives you a hard time, you tell me, alright?”

“Okay,” your murmur.

“Well, let’s go,” he says, “Aunt May gave me the car so we can stop and grab snacks.”

“Oh, that’s… cool.”

“Promise I won’t speed,” he chuckles, “precious cargo and all.”