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bitchlessdino · 1 year ago

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dino hoshi threesome

i've never seen this pairing (i think) and i think it could be fun to see them try to one-up each other

maybe roommate au, if you feel like it - but i'm ok with anything !

Pairing: chan x fem!reader x soonyoung

Genre: smut, slight crack

Word count: 3.7

tags: roommates au, hook up!chan, hookup!soonyoung, soonchan banter, daddy kink, pet names (princess), degradation, praise kink, face sitting, unproetcted sex, blow jobs, fingering, double vaginal penetration, brief anal play, clit slaping, brief choking

Summary: Two hookups from two different nights are now your roommates and they don’t want the other one knowing to not make anymore weird than it needs to be. Eventually the true comes out when they’re both asking for seconds.

author note: enjoy, bee being fucked up again

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You have as much casual sex as the next person and never consider it a problem in how you lived your life. Not until recently anyway.

Turns out your hook-up from January 20th was not only friends with the one from January 23rd, but they’re roommates. But not just roommates, no, they’re your new roommates.

You remember sitting there surprised meeting them at their apartment. Their familiar attractive faces stare back at you like both had just seen a ghost, but invite you in for the roommate interview anyway. You keep your composure, ignoring the fact you’ve seen look how their naked bodies and dicks looked before you’ve ever stepped foot in their residence, and answer relevant questions as promptly as possible. Playing up as a good roommate was always the plan, but now you just had to do without thinking about–wait no. Place and time.

January 23rd, you remember his name now is Chan, excuses himself to the restroom leaving you with January 20, Soonyoung. There’s a moment of silence before you exchange awkward smiles, tension stilling the room until breathing doesn’t even get to be an option. Most of the topics have been covered and seems you’ve done it well enough, but the thought weighs on your mind whether that mattered given your history.

You break down the facade, facing him with an earnest expression. “Look if this is gonna be weird—“

“We both think you’re the best candidate out of the applicants we have.”

You blink back at him, the wind knocked out of your lungs. “Really?”

He has a genuine smile on his face, nodding back at you with almost a look of gratitude. He noticeably leans over more comfortably, a weight lifted off his shoulders. “Yeah, I get we’ve hooked up, but he doesn't have to know, and we really, really need to stay on this lease. Rental is absolutely brutal right now, please. We can just live together like nothing happened.”

You’re not sure how you got this lucky, but something in you told you to hold back from revealing you slept with Chan too, so you kept that to yourself. Instead, you quickly made arrangements with him there and set sound ground rules on the contract. You seal the process with a few initials, a few signatures, and finally a handshake. His hand was flushed, firm, and reliable, shocking you with a flash memory of the night you met Soonyoung, and pull away the second it feel like you lingered too long.

“Thanks, Soonyoung.”

He puts the hand he shook with in his pocket, smiling in a friendly manner before pulling Chan towards the center of the room after the younger man had finished up whatever he needed in the restroom. “Chan can explain some things to you while you’re still here. I’d help but I was already cutting close with another appointment I have. See you tomorrow, roomie!”

Soonyoung could not get out of this place fast enough. Now you’re alone with yet another man you whom you’ve had a brief history with. Unlike Soonyoung, Chan doesn't showcase the same feelings already offering to show you around the amenities included as if he was a realtor you met the first time today. Maybe that’ll make things easier.

He tours you in the kitchen first, mentioning something about “plenty of pantry space” because they “mostly eat out anyway,” besides the weekly homemade dinners, which he mentions would be fun with an extra person to help again. You could only be so lucky not to be stuck with dealing with cooking all on your own.

Chan must’ve seen your burdened expression and he quickly comes to defense by saying they’d do the heavy lifting the first few dinners for whoever moves in. after that would be a more even distributed effort. You express your gratitude with a smile. “You guys sound really accommodating. That was one of the issues I had with my previous living arrangement and things like cleaning. They were so hard to get through.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have thought that since it was clean the last time I was there.”

You shoot your eyes open, rather flustered at how easily he brought it up while arousal churned your stomach at the memory. You cross your arms scoffing, attempting to play it off nonchalantly, “Well, no thanks to them. I’m good at keeping things tidy.”

“Makes you a pretty ideal person to live with then.”

“I hope so.” You shrug.

“So…you’re moving in?” There’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes as a smile turns up at a corner mischievously.

You nod. “Soonyoung convinced me.”

“Good. That’s great. You were our first choice.”

“So, you don’t think it’ll be weird with, you know?”

“As long as we keep it between us. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Plus, it’ll be nice to get to know you with clothes on.”

You best not let that last comment get to you. You ignore how it makes you feel in the pit of your stomach, how it felt like to have him stretch you open, and god, were you needing these days to be stretched open.You letting out an airy chuckle before ignoring the words with clenched legs as he’s showing you off the rest of the apartment. He mentions some things like the shower needs a few seconds to get hot, the balcony being teh best place to get a breather, and the last roommate had something going on before deciding to leave, soon concluding your tour.

He walks you towards the entry way, leaving between you a healthy distance. The ceiling lamp aboves you flickers, cascading the side of his faces with shadows ever so aethetically. He is picture perfect and it makes you want to capture his face and hang it up on a wall for all of eternity. “I guess, I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“Yeah, be by with some of my stuff.”

“Alright, let me have your phone.” You give it to him, briefly brushing against his hand, and he starts typing in his number before a text tone went off in his pocket and handing you back your phone. “Text me when you come by, and I’ll help you bring your stuff in.”

“I appreciate that.”

“I appreciate you being so prompt with a response.”

There’s that devastatingly charming smile that lured you into bed months ago. He steps forward cautiously as if accessing the situation. Your breath hitches the closer he closes in and you take notice of how his eyes roam over your body, mentally undressing you.

“Maybe after I help with you other things as well,” he implies suggestively.

“Maybe,” you entertain, despite your better judgment of knowing how bad of an idea it’d be.

And in the nick of time, Soonyoung is home, opening the door, forcing you to leave and come back the next day with heavy thoughts in your mind.

The weeks go on more unorthodox than you predicted. While settling in, you indulge in a bit of roommate bonding: group dinners, laughing at Soonyoung’s outbursts, listening to Chan ramble about random topics before he loses his train of thought, and all while avoiding sexually charged situations. Most of those objectives go smoothly, with the exception of the last bit, making you teh text-book definition of blue-balled.

Most of those cases involved mainly Chan, who somehow knew how to turn any situation alone into moments of temptation. He exhibited several light touches, intimate whispers, and purposeful body contact (exhibit a: feeling how his obvious bulge digs into your back as he reaches for something on the top shelf). You know it’s all on purpose and yet there isn’t an atom in your very being to get you to stop it.

Other cases were Soonyoung, who does them seemingly unintentionally, getting himself into blush-inducing situations that could only get him in more trouble than prepared for. This included the classic “doing laundry with you and tripping, toppling on top of each other over folding fitted sheets”. The innocent glint in his eyes shifts completely, warranting a momentary look of visceral lustn, until he’s rolling away like a loose hot dog before he rejects succumbing to such thoughts.

So far, things have yet to escalate despite the incidents, that is until Chan mixed up Soonyoung’s work schedule.

“Hey, any problem with me coming in?”

“Oh, no. By all means.”

You hold your legs to your knees underneath your blanket and set your book aside near your lamp light. Chan smiles at your inviting demeanor as his weight dips into the bed near your feet. Deceiving you with innocuous warmth in his eyes.“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Nothing important. What’s up?”

“Just wondering how you like it so far. Hopefully, we’ve made you feel welcome. At least in my case.”

“I think both of you have done a good job of doing that.”

“That’s good to hear, but you know,” he scoots closer, “you can tell us–me–anything. We’re accommodating remember?”

His body reels in your direction, radiating a radioactive heat.

You swallow a moan about to errupt. “Of course.”

“Then tell me, what’s getting you all worked up right now?”

You blink at him, lightly scoffing at such an assumption. “What? Nothing. What makes you think that?”

His grin. His cocky, condescending grin. Goodness, gracious. “The tremble in your voice, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have.”

“You saw me, Chan. I was reading.”

You immediately try to hide the book he reaches out for, only to have it pried from your grasp. “Twisted games? Wonder what kind of games those are.”

You snatch away before he can look over at the synopsis, and one way or another, he buries his bare palms in the mattress on either side of you, locking you in his grasp. The air is charged in that familair way. Your eyes staring back at each other with shallow breaths, and lewd highs, before the collision of your lips. He climbs on top of you, legs cradling your sides as his fingers run through the back of your head.

His name comes on in soft, needy whispers, to which you feel the permanent cocky smile against your lips. “I bet you’ve been waiting for me to do that, huh?”

“Just shut up and kiss me again,” you answer impatiently before pulling right back where he needed to be.

Chan makes himself familiar on your body like he’s never left, moving one hand up your shirt and the other down your pants. His digits find precisely what he expects: your heat sopping between his pads, practically begging to be touched. “You’re soaked, princess.” He runs himself over your folds then through your slick slit, a thin film of aroused viscosity coating him. “Should Daddy make you feel good like last time again?”

That’s when the unexpected occurs: a knock at your bedroom door. “Hey, can we talk?”

Chan's eyes shoot open like saucers, no sign of his once cool demeanor. “Soonyoung,” he whispers aggressively, “I thought he was working!”

“It’s Wednesday!”

“Shit.”

“Covers now.”

He opens the flap of your blanket before crawling inside and laying between your legs, letting you catch that small smile on his face before he disappears from sight. You fluff Chan’s figure out like he’s a pillow and pile on the blankets and pillows in attempt to camouflage. “S-sure, Soonyoung!”

The outsider enters unsuspectingly, only noticing how much you’ve bundled yourself without thinking much of it. “Oh, you look cozy.”

“Was gonna turn in soon, ha. What’s up, Soon-y-young?”As you ask that, you can feel Chan’s fingers in and out of you, the pressure of his thumb over your clit burning your core enticingly.

Soonyoung makes himself come to the edge of your bed, practicing his breathing to get out the words he’s held in that only gets truer the longer you share the same space. “I wanted to be honest with you.”

“Mmh?”

Now Chan is shoving himself knuckles deep, curling his digits in a method, and has your toes flexed. You clench around him, holding back gasps, all while keeping tight-lipped smile.

“I was really careful about letting things escalate, but I don’t think I shouldn’t bottle my feelings up anymore.”

You’re forcing out these inappropriate thoughts. Forcing out the sensation of Chan practically ruining you in the middle of Soonyoung’s heartfelt speech. You’re overwhelmed with guilt but at this point, guilt and thrill became all the same.

“I know I said we should keep it a secret but, I think we should tell Chan.” The devil himself halts all movement, his ears now on high alert. “Because I think I like you and I want to make us a thing—“

“Like hell, you will!”

Chan rises from the depth of the pillow mountain and stares back at his roommate with much sustenance. The older man jumps at the abrupt appearance of his other roommate, taken aback being an understatement of what he’s feeling at the moment. “Chan?”

“You can turn yourself around and try again in 500 business days.”

“How are you—why are you—WHAT IS THAT DOING THERE?”

Soonyoung refers to the hand down your pants with an accusatory finger darted in its direction. Chan snorts, “Why this,” he shoves himself inside you at a jarring pace, causing your fingers to dig in the sheets, “I’m fulfilling my princess's filthy wishes. Plus I was here first.”

Soonyoung scoffs. “I got her months ago, kid. Keep up.”

“So did I. This isn’t new for me, as you can tell by how much of a mess she is for me.”

“Oh really? I met her in January.”

“Oh yeah, when? Because so did I.”

“20th.”

“Fuck.”

“Ha-ha, bitch! I win!”

“Oh yeah, who’s the one with the busy fingers?”

You can only take up so much more of the childish banter until you’re interrupting them with a guttural moan. “Please stop…and fuck me already.”

“What? Who? Both of us?” If Soonyoung was a game character, he’d have an exclamation point popping out of his head now.

“Are you seriously asking to have both of us?” Chan interjects. By his facial expression, you could’ve confused him for being offended, but Chan doesn’t stop the terror of his fingers, only thrusting in faster, your pussy squelching from the vicious ooze. “Needy little princess wants to be stuffed with two cocks, hmm?”

Soonyoung may have been late to the party but the appetizer was absolutely to die for. You’re soaking through your shorts, sweat now noticeably pilling from the forehead, and Soonyoung can’t believe he didn’t realize it earlier. In any other situation, he’d be offended. But when you respond to Chan with a “Yes, daddy,” and he realizes he’s not so easily intimidated.

Your pants now abandoned to the side of the room left space for Chan’s face while you’re seated against it, and he can’t help but get lost between your legs like a found treasure. His moans vibrate through your core, his fingers are drenched, and your arousal seeping from your cunt stream down his face and neck, soaking through your sheets.

Your legs are shaking, overwhelmed to the point of pulling away, only to have Chan pull you back against his mouth through sheer force. His jaw is restless in his venture, and his tongue, like a joystick, moves with purpose, ebbing every one of your precious whines and whimpers. You cry out when the muscle circles around your clit, his chin splitting between your folds and prods at your moisture.

You double over in anguish, breaking away from the salty-sweet taste of Soonyoung’s cock before he pushes it back inside your mouth, gripping you by the strands of your hair. “Who told you to stop taking my cock?”

Your tongue covers his base, running along the veins of his shaft as you bobbed, getting louder as he thrusts inside you. Your eyes stare back at him wide and submissive, batting your lashes when you feel him hit the back of your throat, meanwhile your hands or wet in a mix of saliva and precum, wet noises and gagging becoming as melodious as real music. “Mmh, get my dick wet just like that while Chan gets your pussy wet and juicy to put our cocks in? Hmm? Take our cocks like our perfect slutty roommate?”

You nod, trembling as Chan clutches you firmly, hands against your ass as he moves so that you rub against his mouth. Soonyoung revels in your body language. From the clench of your hips to the sway of your breasts, he’s simply in awe at your perfection. His hands your breasts, feeling them spill out between his fingers before squeezing your hardened peaks between his fingerprints, pinching at their sensitivity, and you clench your abdomen at the sensation.

In that second, you release yourself in Chan, your cum traveling in hot streams as they flood his gums. His tongue laps every bit. Taken by your scent, he buries his nose until it feels like he’s envisioning stars in an empty sky, heart pulsing a million times a minute. When you finish, he parts from your folds, his lips separating in glistening translucent strands before climbing out from under you to replace Soonyoung’s cock with himself, pushing your load back inside you.

“Hey!”

The heat of his tongue flusters you, having you gush and melt around him, feeling his hand slip down you wait as his hand finds your ass before squeezing. Chan parts from your lips in chuckles, those clear ribbons stretching from your mouth to his, he caresses your head before speaking to his long-time roommate. “She needed to taste that. Show him, princess.”

He shoves you Soonyoung’s way and soon the other man understands exactly what the younger man meant. Like Ambrosia, your cum is addictive on your tongue, sweet and rich, he feels as if you embodied everything sex and he couldn’t have enough. On the other hand, Chan props you on all fours, your round ass pointed in his direction, and he finds the rest of your arousal from behind. His tongue tickles your puckered rim, wetting it as his fingers tether to your clit and rubbing it against his fingertips

He kisses flushed skin, fingers gliding over your slit, aggressively devouring you with teeth and all. “Daddy loves this cunt of yours princess…mmh…Both your holes are so perfect,” He spanks your plush flesh, sighing feeling you jump underneath him. “Soonyoung get underneath her.”

The spell of sex is so strong when Soonyoung mindlessly obeys. His hands glide over your sides, peppering kisses all over your face before pulling your hips towards him. Those kisses help in hushing your screams when Chan pulls out his cock, the head rubbing against your moisture before it fills you inch by inch. You clench around him, burying your face in Sonyoung’s shoulder as you get stretched open.

Chan grins, landing strokes loud enough to sound off in another room, pounding you deep without remorse. “So tight…but you can take me, baby. I know you can.”

“Such a good girl,” Soonyoung encouragingly coos in your ear, pebbling your skin all over in goosebumps. “Whose pussy is that, hmm?”

Your breath hitches, seizing at every slap of skin, both from Chan's lap and palm. Your nails dig into Soonyoung’s shoulder, your lips grazing his neck. “It’s your pussy, it’s both your fucking pussy—shit…”

You press your waist against Soonyoung, waves of arousal contracting shorter the faster Chan pitches his tent inside you. Without clear warning, Soonyoung finds his place in your walls, right between you and Chan. Your jaw falls, bellowing out an obnoxiously loud laughter of disbelief until it melts into aggressive pleads, screaming, “yes, yes” and “just like that, fuck me,” until their mismatched rhythm gradually evens out.

Chan pulls you against his chest, having you pound against him and simultaneously bouncing away on Soonyoung. You reunite with Chan’s kiss as he’s slapping at your clit like a sadist teh stinging bringing buckles knees as you asked for more. His smile, unbearably beautiful yet evil, burns your skin like a gas stove. Your chest rapidly rises and falls, feeling your eyes flutter the back of your skull as another wave of arousal hits.

Your eyes dart to Soonyoung, drinking in his shapely body that glistens in sweat you’d lick off in heat or snow before meeting his dizzy gaze framed in sweat-dampened hair. You moan down at him, calling his name as his hands roam up your body. “You look fucking breathtaking…” he says stealing the words right from your mouth. “You’re gonna cum for us, baby?”

You whine, fingers curling up in frustration as you high keep going in going with no break, amplified by being crushed against Chan’s toned chest and abdomen until your breathing comes out in a staccato rhythm.

“Do it, just for us. We want you to cum around our cocks like the good slutty girl we know you are.” Soonyoung eggs.

“S-soon…”

Chan's hand clamps over your neck, lips fanning hot breath on your ear as puts pressure on your neck. You gasp for life, groans in the depth of your throat erupting followed by the pool of lust in your stomach. “Do it, princess. Daddy wants to see you make a mess…”

“Daddy, I don’t know–ah–overstimulated–”

“That’s no excuse, princess. Cum. Cum like a princess is meant to.”

Emotions are heightened by their thrusts, filling your orifices with not only themself but pure saturated euphoria. You contract, swallowing your moans and salvia, thighs rubbing helplessly as you let the wave reach its peak and dissipate, having been followed up by the rush of being filled to the brim with their sweet release. You ram down on Soonyoung’s length to trap the load, by the weakness in your legs causes you to fall against him, meeting his lips serendipitously in a tender, relieving kiss.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he says in a hushed voice.

“We,” Chan takes a moment to catch his breath, “We’re doing this again. All of us.”

You softly smile before pulling Chan down in the pile, cuddling harmoniously until it dawns on all of you the desperately needed shower. Then, you’re all over each other again. And again. And again. This is going to be one hell of a living arrangement.

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bakedbakermom · 1 year ago

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Enough.

Rated X / 4800 words / tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr / posted on ao3

Summary: Dana Scully has had enough.

Author's Note: This is the first fanfic I have written, in this or any other fandom, for almost 20 years. It felt great to stretch the old muscles, and I hope you enjoyed it. Comments will be printed, laminated, and hung on the wall <3

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God, I only meant to kiss him, Scully thought, gasping, before Mulder’s tongue swirled around her nipple and she lost the ability to think.

And it was true - thoughts of kissing Mulder had been brewing deep in her core for weeks, crowding out her ability to think of much else. She had found herself watching his mouth when she should have been listening to his words, and feeling vaguely envious of everything that touched his lips. He brought them some truly terrible vending machine coffee during an all-nighter at a crummy hotel in the midwest, and the way his tongue had toyed with the little opening on the lid as he waited for it to cool made her thighs clench. In yet another rental car on yet another nameless backroad, she watched his jaw work as he split the shells of his favorite sunflower seeds, wondering how that sharp tongue that worked them so deftly open would feel in her own mouth, if he would taste of salt and beer. He licked barbecue sauce from his fingers at an all-night diner in the middle of nowhere, his tongue swirling around tips, and she had nearly choked on her iced tea.

Oh yes, thoughts of kissing Mulder had been occupying her more and more. And from the way he would catch her eye, sending her an almost imperceptible smirk each time he saw her watching, he knew exactly the effect he was having on her. She kept waiting for him to stop being such a gentleman, to take that first bold step the way he so often did. But each time she felt that line rising up to be crossed, he pulled away.

And Dana Scully had had enough.

She’d decided tonight, as she rode up the elevator for one of their not-a-date-nights that had become their post-case norm of late, that she was ready - or more accurately, that she was so far past ready that she might actually die if she didn’t kiss him soon. She brought wine - nothing too fancy, nothing that would be out of place in the mismatched glasses he kept in the cabinet, but a step up from the usual ales and lagers they usually shared. And she wore a soft v-neck sweater cut just a tad lower than she would usually wear, the better to show off the enticing cleavage her new bra presented.

When she had slipped into the matching panties, she had very firmly told herself it was simply a personal preference for symmetry, and not any sort of statement about where this desperately-needed kiss would lead.

From the moment he popped Tarantula into the VCR (for the fourth time, “It’s a classic, Scully!”), she had begun planning her move. She drained her first glass of wine faster than she should have, before he’d even finished making the popcorn, letting the liquid courage percolate through her system. He settled in beside her with a large bowl in his lap, loaded with butter and salt just how she likes it, just the way he’s talked her into liking it; and she eased herself slowly closer to him on the worn leather couch until the heat of his thigh pressed against her own. By the time Leo G. Carrol’s assistant went up in flames, she was nestled quite cozily against him. She watched him from the corner of her eye, and saw with some satisfaction that he was watching her as well.

She had never let herself get quite this close to him before, or at least not without some life-threatening context. (Except for that time on the baseball diamond, when she thought maybe this was it, but he had done nothing more than flirt and hit pop-flies and leave her flushed and frustrated).

But there were no invisible forest men now, no cultists armed with rifles, no bees or beasts or black-suited thugs. Just them, and a cheesy sci-fi movie, and a bowl of popcorn in his lap so that each time she reached for a handful she was acutely aware of just what lay beneath it; with each bite he would slowly lick the salt from his lips, and something in her heart would sputter. She had the sudden sense he was doing it on purpose - that he knew exactly what she was thinking, and as always, their minds were traveling down the same road together.

When the giant spider crested the dry scrubby hills surrounding Desert Rock, Arizona, to devour the hero, he had draped his arm across the back cushions, the very picture of a nervous teenager at the drive-in. She took the chance to move more closely still, the heat and the scent of him nearly overwhelming. Her heartbeat seemed to thrum through every inch of her body, and she felt certain he could feel it through her skin. She had stopped watching the screen entirely, unable to concentrate on anything but the pounding of her heart and the body of the man beside her. When she couldn’t stand it another second, she took one last breath for courage, turned in the circle of his arm, and tilted up to press her mouth to his.

The first brush of their lips was tentative, soft, toe-curlingly tender and if he tasted like wine and popcorn instead of seeds and beer, well, she was absolutely not complaining. When his tongue brushed against her lower lip, she opened for him, and the way his tongue slid into her mouth felt like coming home. Scully had thought that it would be enough just to kiss him, just to sit together on the creaking leather of his old couch, under the warm, scratchy weight of the Navajo blanket he kept there more for her sake than for his, and languidly lap at the font of his mouth until morning.

What she hadn’t anticipated, but in hindsight should have known based on years of observing his oral fixation, was that Fox Mulder would be an absolutely amazing kisser. He was slow and exploratory and unrelenting, running his tongue along her teeth and her lips and the roof of her mouth as if he could read her desires written there in braille. He nibbled at her lower lip and suckled at the upper and still she really could have just kissed, just necked him like a teenager for hours, until he cupped her jaw with one wide hand and his thumb brushed against the pulse point in her throat and she whimpered. Actually whimpered, a wholly unexpected, desperate, animal sound that she would have found utterly embarrassing had he not answered with a soft growl that reverberated down her throat and straight into her pelvis, and it was all bets off from there.

A whirl of hands and mouths and somehow she is lying half beneath him, his shirt gone and her sweater pushed up and that pretty new bra pulled down to expose one rosey-peaked breast to the dual pleasures of his hand and his mouth. When her knee brushes against his growing erection, he bites her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. He chuckles into her skin and looks up to meet her eyes, delighted to find her pupils blown out with lust and her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink. Her fingers curl in his hair and pull; he releases her nipple with a sinfully wet pop and crashes his mouth into hers with a force that clacks their teeth together.

He rolls her over his body until she’s straddling him, heat blooming everywhere they touch. The soft springy hairs of his chest tickle her oversensitive skin, and he runs his hands from her shoulders, down the fine curve of her waist to grip and knead at the firm flesh of her ass. She scratches her nails across the broad plains of his shoulders - softly at first, then more firmly when he hums his assent into her mouth. The muscles of his back flex beneath her hands, and his whole body shudders as she moves them to his front, his nipples pebbling beneath her touch.

He pulls her down against him and presses up at the same time, trying to find some relief for the near-painful ache in his groin. She moans into his mouth and he does it again, and she arches against him in pleasure.

Mulder uses this distraction to pull her top off all the way, unclasping her bra with one hand and bringing his mouth back to her breast before the fabric has even hit the floor. She writhes above him, panting and gasping as he learns the right combination of lips, teeth, and tongue to make her shudder. Always such a curious mind, single-focused and driven, now turned to uncovering the mysteries of her body, and she revels in being the object of his obsession.

“I want you, Scully,” he whispers as he moves to the other breast. She arches into his mouth but doesn’t answer.

He stills, eyes wary, that lost little boy inside peeking through. Waiting for rejection, waiting for her to say it was all a mistake and walk away. With their height difference, their eyes are level now even with her straddling his lap. He brushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and gently thumbs her cheekbones. The sadness in his voice is palpable. “Do you want to stop?”

She shakes her head just slightly, her brows knitting together and her mouth moving into a particular smirk that, in the complex language of Scully Microexpressions, means I need a second to find the right words. His hands skim along her sides, walking the line between comforting, tickling, and arousing. It takes a few deep breaths before she remembers how to speak; the last one comes out on a shudder as she presses her lips to his forehead.

The credits are rolling on the TV across the room, the monster immolated and the town safe; shadows flicker over their faces as she looks into his eyes, unsurprised to find a sheen of unshed tears there that matches her own. She had thought that meeting his gaze after they had kissed - or, more accurately, after he had her nipple in his mouth and his erection pressing against her - might be awkward, but like everything else between them the last seven years, it somehow feels natural. They’re stepping across this line together.

“I don’t want to stop, Mulder,” she whispers, nuzzling along his nose, “I’ve just been thinking about kissing you for so long, I never really let myself think about what might come after.”

“Mmm,” he hums into her skin, peppering her face with kisses before moving down her neck and along her collarbone. “Good thing I have.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrow lifts; he can hear it in her voice even though his face is buried in her hair.

“Often, and in great detail.” His lips find that same pulse point, right where her jaw meets her throat, and he grins as her thighs squeeze his. One hand cups the back of her head, tilting her this way and that so his mouth can reach every possible inch of skin; the other hand comes up to her breast, kneading and rolling. She is soft and pliant above him, allowing him to explore, making soft sounds each time he finds a sensitive spot, and his profiler’s mind is tucking each one away for later.

“Tell me,” she pants as he presses a kiss to the hollow of her throat. She slips her hand between them and presses her palm against the thick ridge of his erection, grinning as he moans into her skin. “Show me.”

"Christ, Scully. Where should I begin?" Mulder presses another kiss to her lips, so soft and tender she forgets how to breathe for a moment. He sips at her like fine wine, savoring each taste of her tongue, her lips, the ivory ridge of her teeth. By the time he pulls back she is shivering, aching to see what happens next.

"There is one thing I fantasize about quite frequently," he husks close to her ear. The scratch of his stubble is intoxicating. "I can't stop wondering what you taste like." He reaches between them to cup her, hot and throbbing, through her slacks, and her blushing nod is the only answer she can manage.

All she can do is moan in anticipation as he leans her slowly back, supporting the full weight of her in his arms, until her shoulders come to rest on the arm of the couch, his body nestled hard and hot between her trembling thighs.

She will never again be able to smell leather without remembering this moment.

He kisses his way down her body with a slow deliberation that borders on agonizing, nipping and sucking and licking every inch he can reach. When his tongue swirls into the dip of her navel she nearly cries with pleasure. He runs his teeth over the ridge of her hip bones as he parts the zipper on her slacks. His mouth leaves her body only long enough to shuck the pants to the floor, and then he is nosing along the hem of her panties.

"Fuck, Scully, I can smell you." He runs his fingers over the lacy fabric, scraping his nails along the gusset until she shakes. "You're so wet, you're soaking through."

With anyone else she might have felt embarrassed, but Mulder's words only enflame her further. She rolls her hips, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. "Please," she pants, "please touch me."

He laughs darkly, continuing to run his fingers slowly up and down the length of her slit, and rubs his stubble against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He licks her, once, over the lace, and she bucks desperately towards his mouth. “Easy there, G-woman,” he murmurs, pressing her back down with one firm hand on her hip. “I’m living my dream, here.”

She laughs, a short huff that eases some of the tension in her gut, and tries to relax into his ministrations. He smiles as she softens beneath him, and rewards her by sliding one long finger under the sheer scrap of fabric, just barely grazing her entrance. “So wet,” he says again.

He looks up to see that her eyes have fluttered closed. “Look at me,” he says, and when she finds enough will to meet his eyes, he lifts his finger, glistening with her wetness, into his mouth and sucks deeply. "You're just as sweet as I imagined."

“Fuck,” she whimpers, and knows she is dripping. “More. Please.”

Apparently he renders her monosyllabic.

“How much do you love these?” he asks, appraising the delicate lace, the tiny stitches along the seams.

“Not at all. Hate them. Please.” She is gasping, writhing, and when he rips her panties off she nearly keens with pleasure.

He stares at her for so long she begins to feel nervous, and a flush creeps up her chest and floods her cheeks. He takes in the auburn thatch of curls between her thighs, the dark pink swell of her labia, the tiny freckles sprinkled across the creamy expanse of her skin. He drags his fingers down the length of her slit, marveling at the way her lower lips spread for him, at the moisture leaking from her sweet little cunt. “Beautiful,” he breathes.

“Mulder,” she huffs, squirming, “if you don’t quit staring and touch me soon, I’m going to shoot you. Again.”

A quick grin and then his mouth is on her, his tongue lapping at the entrance to her sex, and the first brush of his lips over her clit nearly sends her over the edge.

If the way he kissed her felt obsessive, he eats her out with something that borders on worship.

He slides one long finger inside her, then another, curling them against her front wall until he finds the spot that makes her gush and shake around him. He flicks his tongue over the hardened nub of her clitoris - slow, fast, gentle, hard - and she fists her hands in his hair when it’s just the right combination. He presses the hood back with his thumb and suckles directly on the little bundle of nerves; her belly coils tight with pleasure and she manages to gasp, “Yes, there, I’m so close, oh -” before she can’t make sense anymore.

He swirls and suckles on her clit, pumping gently in and out with his fingers, and experimentally runs his little finger down her perineum to brush gently over the tight pucker of her asshole. She shudders and her whimpers reach a new, higher pitch. He hums his satisfaction into her dripping sex, and that’s all it takes - she is gone, shaking and gasping and making strangled little cries that might be his name.

Mulder continues to lap tenderly at her sex as she comes down, riding out tremors and trembles until she is heavy-limbed and boneless beneath him. Her smile looks almost drunken as she cards her fingers through his hair. “Good, Scully?” he asks, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

She nods and hums, riding a cloud of oxytocin. He eases out from between her legs; her smile begins to fade into confusion until he slides one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her easily, and carries her down the hall to his bedroom.

His sheets are softer than she had expected, as if he had been hoping for company; she wonders if this is the first time he has prepared a bed for them, how many movie nights he has slept alone on these soft sheets after the door snicked shut behind her without so much as a kiss. The thought strikes a surprisingly sad chord in her heart.

The bed dips as he settles in beside her, and she curls into his open arms with a happy sigh. “A girl could get used to this,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his bare chest.

“I sure hope she does,” he answers.

She drapes one of her legs over his and - “Oh.” She lifts the sheet and sees he somehow still has his jeans on, and is still sporting a rather impressive tent. “You appear to be overdressed,” she teases.

“Don’t worry about me, Scully. This has already been so much more than I -”

She puts a finger over his lips and shoots him one of her more serious looks. “Mulder. Shut up.”

And, for perhaps the first time in his life, he does.

Scully’s legs are still a little weak as she climbs on top of him, rubbing herself shamelessly over the bulge in his pants. She’s wet again already and hungry for him in a way she hasn’t felt in years. Her hair falls around them in an amber curtain as she leans down to kiss him, long and slow and deep. He’s grinning like an idiot by the time she pulls away, and she decides that looking down on Mulder may be her new favorite place to be.

She grinds down harder with her hips, the seam of his jeans pressing right where she wants it the most. He moans, trying not to buck beneath her and throw off her rhythm. He has to clench his fists in the sheets. She’s making a wet spot on his pants; he’ll have to wash them - and the sheets, and the couch - in the morning, but he couldn’t care less about any of that because Scully’s breasts are bouncing just in front of his face and she is writhing on top of him like an animal in heat. He reaches for her hips, trying to get just a little more pressure, but she grabs his wrists and holds them down.

“Nuh-uh,” she huffs. “You made me beg. Now it’s your turn.” She waits until he stops trying to lift his hands, then rakes her nails down his chest, leaving little streaks of pink in their wake.

“Fuck, Scully,” he moans, throwing his head back and thrusting up with his hips, which only makes her lift herself away. “I don’t know how much of this I can take.”

She only casts him a wicked grin before lowering her mouth to his, plunging her tongue deep inside and moaning. He is the first to break away, gasping for breath, and she waits for his eyes to find hers before she leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses down the length of his torso. He is not as sensitive as she had been, though he does jump when she runs her tongue across the firm plains of his stomach. She finds the fine trail of dark hair beneath his navel and nips and sucks her way down it until it ends at the waist of his pants.

He expects her to undo the fly and pull them off, but instead she rubs her cheek against the stiff bulge of his cock, as if to mark it with her scent. She catches his eye again, to make sure he is watching, and then runs her tongue slowly over the full length of it. She can taste herself on the fabric and is surprised at how erotic it is.

“God, Scully. Please.”

“Mmm,” she hums against him and thumbs open the button on his fly. “Begging. I see the appeal.” She slides one hand under the waistband and scratches through the coarse hair just above his cock.

“I would get on my knees but I think something might break off.”

“Then allow me.”

She kneels between his legs, pulling down his zipper and shimmying his soft jeans down the length of his legs. She has a moment to wonder at the fact that he doesn’t appear to be wearing any boxers - does he go commando in general these days, or, like the sheets, was he hoping for something to happen tonight? - and then her eyes land on his cock and she forgets how to think.

She’s seen him naked before, of course, but always under the guise of a medical professional. Glimpsing his body while treating injury or disease is one thing. Never has she seen him hard, and now faced with the full monty - or rather, the full Mulder - she is only slightly more impressed than intimidated. She takes him in her hand, pumping up and down slowly, and a small bead of precum leaks from the purple tip. Her heart jumps, her mouth begins to water, and she licks her lips as she realizes it’s all for her.

“Oh Christ, don’t do that,” he moans, eyes glued to her mouth. “I’m trying to be cool here.” So of course she stares into his eyes, parts her lips, and then very slowly runs her tongue in a full circle around them.

He’s about to say something else but it cuts off with a gurgle when she takes him into her mouth. He’s too big to take in too deeply just yet, but she licks the tip of him like an ice cream cone, her tongue moving in lazy circles as she pumps him languidly with one hand. The other comes up beneath to cup the soft weight of his balls. He is salty and tangy and strangely sweet, and she moans as the taste of him floods her senses. She is so aroused it’s almost painful, and she wishes she had a third hand so she could touch herself as she sucks him. She takes him deeper, surprised at how much she enjoys this - the twitching of his thighs as he tries not to thrust, the way he is moaning her name between strings of curse words, the startling way his cock bumps against the back of her throat.

She’s just beginning to wonder if she can relax her throat enough to swallow him further down when Mulder’s hands land suddenly in her hair, pulling her mouth away from him with a wet and undignified slurping sound. “Hey,” she protests, donning an exaggerated and teasing pout. Her mouth and chin glisten with a mix of saliva and precum. “I was enjoying that.”

He sits up and slides his fingers between her legs. “I can tell,” he says, circling her clit and making her gasp. “And don’t get me wrong, I was too. But…”

He pulls her up the length of his body until she is nestled in his lap, her thighs braced on either side of his and his cock only inches from the wet heat of her cunt. “Please, Scully.”

“More begging?,” she purrs as she takes him in her fist again. She shifts so she can rub the tip of him between her wet and swollen folds until he moans. She positions him right against her entrance, his tip just barely inside. “Is this what you want?” she pants. For all the playfulness in her voice, she is trembling with want, and shudders as she feels herself dripping around him.

“Yes,” he hisses into her ear, crushing her tight against him and pressing his hips up. He slips another inch inside her. “Fuck me, Scully, please.” Another small thrust, another inch of her clenching around him.

Enough teasing, she decides. Enough begging. Enough waiting.

She doesn’t trust her voice not to break, so she only nods and kisses him as if she could devour him whole.

She slides down onto him slowly, adjusting to the width of him until he is buried to the hilt. They are both shaking now, their panting breaths a humid cloud between them. A long moment passes before she can move, before her body can handle the way he stretches and fills her. She is slow and deliberate, rising until he nearly slips from her body, then easing down to grind her clit against his pelvis. Waves of pleasure wash through her with each stroke, and she drops her head to his shoulder, overwhelmed.

He reaches down to cup her ass, spreading her wide and taking some control over her motion. They moan in unison as he begins to thrust in counterpoint to the slow roll of her hips.

It doesn’t take long before Scully begins to feel the flame of another orgasm kindle deep in her belly. The moan that comes from her throat belongs to another woman, one who is wild and wanton and apparently capable of coming more than once in a night; and oh how she wants to be that woman.

“Mulder,” she pants, “I need - I’m -” Another moan, and the coil inside her tightens further, closing off her ability to speak.

He understands, he always understands, licking his thumb and then sliding it between their sweating bodies to press hard against her clit. “Fuck, yes, Scully,” he says as she grinds down on his hand. “I want to feel you come.”

His mouth seeks out that same damn spot on her neck that started this whole thing, sucking and nibbling with the same rhythm of his thumb circling her clit. “Come for me, Scully,” he growls into her skin, and then bites down hard enough to bruise.

She shatters around him, bucking her hips wildly against him and muffling her cries of “Mulder, oh God, Mulder,” into his shoulder until she is hoarse. He tumbles over the edge right behind her, hot and pulsing, and the feel of his cock twitching as he fills her with his cum is nearly enough to set her off again.

They stay entwined for a long time, shudders passing back and forth between them, until their sweat cools and their mingled fluids begin to leak onto his thighs.

Mulder leans back first, brushing damp hair from her face so he can look into her eyes. “Hey.”

Her answering smile is almost bashful, but there’s not an ounce of regret in it. “Hey.”

“So. Wine. Fancy underwear. That sweater.”

“No boxers,” she counters. “Clean, soft sheets?”

She quirks an eyebrow, he tilts his chin and smiles.

And just like that they are themselves, again, still, always, but now with a new layer of togetherness to explore. He moistens a washcloth in the bathroom sink and tenderly cleans them both, and they curl up on the soft - if rumpled and damp - sheets together.

They do not share “I love you”s. Not tonight. Not yet. But they both feel it in the brush of the other’s fingers, taste it in the tenderness of the last kiss they share before falling asleep together.

And that is enough.

#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #smut #xfiles #the xfiles #mulder and scully #my fic #my writing #enough

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dooksofearl · 9 months ago

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Monthly newsletter for Dooks of Earl Ferret Sanctuary Inc

Happy April and Greetings to Everyone!

Much excitement at our little rescue this month and I can't wait to tell you.

Thanks to my income tax check coming in our fundraising goal for between now and May 1st is only $768.00

That will cover

The rescues regular bills like; utilities ($280 on average since our HVAC is still out, but we are hoping someone is coming to fix it soon), and pet foods ($488). I have managed to raise enough to cover the other bills and supplies from my income tax check. And of course, none of this is for me personally nor do I get paid for the work I do. It's not about me, it's about these animals and making their lives amazing for however long they have left.

Other needs that the rescue has not included in this list are:

As always, Pine pellets from Tractor Supply Company, we go through about 30 bags a month.

The blue dishes we got last time will be added back to our list because they are working so well for our sweet seniors and tiny ferrets in helping them eat in a more natural position.

We still have a short wishlist with links to these items on Amazon. The pine pellets I just listed tractor supply gift cards because they don't sell the pellets through Amazon for delivery.

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/dl/invite/63ZMinE?ref_=wl_share

I also want to remind everyone that you can pick us as your Walmart.com round up charity and that you can send gifts from our Walmart registry and Chewy Registry if you'd like.

https://www.walmart.com/nonprofits/7a69297c-7cb2-4cb9-a70f-3eaedd738ef4/profile

https://www.chewy.com/g/dooks-of-earl-ferret-sanctuary-inc_b103217538

We still need fence panels for an outdoor dog kennel yard if anyone has any locally they'd like to drop off. And if you are throwing out any 13 gallon kitchen trash cans or plastic bins of any size we would be thrilled to have them.

We currently have 11 ferrets in amazing foster homes so our population here is becoming very manageable for me AND we have 4 new volunteers!!!!! We are so happy to welcome Michael, his wife, and his mom to our team. They will be coming soon to help me get things back to tip top shape and I greatly appreciate it.

And an amazing girl named Michal who came yesterday and spent the day helping me. The ferrets were crazy about her and you know Keiko was too. The bunnies warmed right up to her but they are very friendly girls. Mr Maru gave her the tour till his house was finished then he had to go see what I had done and grab snacks. Cal the sugar glider, slept through it all. But what delighted me most was Mr. Spooky. Our shy, bite first ask questions later guy, went right to her and cuddled her. WOW He is still having a hard time with Justin not being here. Ferrets grieve just like us and he was really close to his dad the Ferret King. He gave me kisses and now this. It makes me so excited and emotional for him.

There was a minor set back for me medically as I have a new allergy, possibly to Stevia. Of course I try to do something good for my health and now I look like I have rolled in bees. If you don't know, this is not a surprise. Lol But I got some medicine for the hives and hopefully will be feeling much better very soon. Until then if you see me dancing against the doorway like a bear, just walk away. 😂

I'm through infusion 3 of 8. YAY! And I have a surgery consultation coming up finally so I am hopeful that it goes well and we can get a date for surgery. 🤞

I have a potential part time job as a virtual assistant and I am truly excited about that. And we are looking at setting up the trailer for a rental so that I can generate a little income and start paying off old debt and getting back on my feet again.

The three month anniversary of losing Justin was really hard on me but I want to thank everyone for their abounding kindness and support. Some days you and these rescue babies are all that gets me through to the next day. I am so grateful to have you in my life.

I also want to mention if you don't get a thank you note and receipt for your donation or some sort of confirmation, please check with me to make sure we received it. I always send a thank you note if it lets me and if you use cashapp I send a heart.

You are awesome and amazing and greatly appreciated. I could not do what I do if you weren't here supporting us and cheering me on. I hope the blessing that you are comes back to you ten fold. Have an amazing month!

Shelly Breeden-Conner

Executive director

Dooks of Earl Ferret Sanctuary Inc

731-326-0690

Tax ID 88-0945277

Donations can be made in app at:

https://www.jotform.com/app/213234930973154

Zelle and PayPal

[email protected]

Venmo @DooksofEarl

Cashapp $dooksofearl

Checks or money orders can be mailed to:

Dooks of Earl Ferret Sanctuary Inc

4826 US HIGHWAY 70 E

BROWNSVILLE, TN 38012-8412

#animal rescue #cute animals #animals #ferrets #cats #bunnies #kittens #funfundraiser

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nixmcretro · 11 months ago

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New Year, New Something That Rhymes with Year

Technically I’m still the same, but my hammock is weirdly outdoors. For the first time in years I have an outdoor area. I’m no longer trapped in a box. I hate apartments. At the same time, urban sprawl isn’t good from an environmental standpoint either. Maybe the answer lies in population reduction? I’m doing my part!

We’ve got cicadas out here in the wastelands. The floury baker cicadas are still about, the one above was intercepted from a noisy miner (Manorina melanocephala) but had catastrophic wing damage at the joint. He was laid to rest that same afternoon. Just because something can suffer, doesn’t mean it should. Rest easy little one.

We’ve also held our first barbecue without incident. My diet remains mostly vegan, thanks to reduced pressure on rent. The only big exception is salmon which will probably be replaced eventually again.

The garden though, and being able to have plants outdoors in the sunlight. What a game changer. I’ve made an active decision to let dandelions take over the buffalo grass. They mow down quite well.

Looks better than any buffalo grass I’ve ever seen. Function over form I say. When they are at full growth, they provide pollen for the bees (native and European), harbour lots of little bug jumpers, which in turn feed the lizards that roam the grass. A little sad when a common blackbird (Turdus merula) snaps up a few, but as long as I can keep the bugs plentiful the lizards should thrive.

Not everything has been rosy though. My first plant casualty, lavender. I had high hopes for it, but since I don’t really know what I am doing it kind of died. Farewell lavender.

My native beehives have been doing well, attracting a few different species of native masked bee (Genus Hylaneus) as well as native wasps (possibly Genus Pison). Both are ridiculously tiny and harmless to us.

Then you’ve got the other bugs, like the pictured assassin bug nymph, Pristhesancus plagipennis. It’s ready to drink the brains of the next honeybee that lands nearby.

And now I’m back on the Apple Watch train with my shiny new Apple Watch SE 2. This time around I’ve picked out the smaller of the two and went with the 40mm. And I have to say, I do not miss the bulk of the 44mm. The Apple Watch is a great motivator to stay on track with new year health goals.

Wait that’s not the image I was looking for… that’s more dandelions!

Whoops, that’s another floury baker cicada. I think the several that were in this tree were eaten by the local bat population as they’ve been silent for a while now.

And that’s Stumpie. Tail growth is coming along well. If I find him running about while I’m mowing the lawn I’ll move him into a lizard hotel plastic tub until I’m done.

Don’t look at me like that Stumpie. We don’t want any repeats of how you got the name Stumpie after all!

Then we’ve got this little guy still rocking about, a bar-sided skink (Concinnia tenuis). After being trapped by a redback spider (Latrodectus hasselti). Luckily for the lizard I noticed…

And here’s the data I wanted to show. Weight loss is beginning again. You might notice a drop almost immediately after becoming unemployed, then a spike to >100 kg when I ran out of money thanks to Sydney’s rental market being unaffordable for a single person – let alone an unemployed single person.

Sure, I could have killed myself easily enough but chose to do the paradigm shift thing. Is it enough of a shift? That’s still an unknown at this point. At least for now, there are real life distractions everywhere which seems to leave very little time for uploading videos. Not such a bad thing I guess. That’s not to say I haven’t been recording new footage.

Better go and check the garden is still there and get my 30 minutes of exercise in. Target weight is set at 75 kg this time around. Roughly 20 kg of weight loss to go, and while transitioning. Should be one heck of a ride. 🤷‍♀️

#floury baker #cicada #trans #green space #bees #lizards #stabby bug #consumerism extreme edition #stumpie #sonic adventure dx director's cut is on sale... again #sweet potato #why don't images show from my website anymore? What did I break?#the images make the story but they are on my website d'oh #australia #we have no housing rights

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sweet-berry-sims · 2 years ago

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From there Alfalfa’s memories got hazy.

She could have sworn Glitter appeared and joined her skinny-dipping for a while. She had tried to surprise her when she saw Alfalfa swimming but freaked out when she was briefly swarmed by bees which prompted her leaping in the water.

Water was splashed, words were said, clumsy kisses in the moonlight and lingering touches. All of it felt remarkably real.

Until Alfalfa came back to herself in front of a chest filled with old looking trinkets. She realized the spider bites had done something to her head and while the night was a blur, she couldn’t help but wonder if all of it was just caused by the venom that was leaving her system. All she really knew for certain is that her head hurt, she smelled like soggy dirty laundry, and that she had left enough of a trail in behind her to get back to the rental on her own.

#Alfalfa Medley #Glitter Silversweater #Gen 1: Wicked #Musical Legacy Challenge #sim spice #ts4

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livinginfictions · 6 months ago

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I mean, yes absolutely, supporting those things is incredibly important!

But I feel like a point is being missed here that was well made by the reply before last.

Yes, anyone can pick up a pencil and draw, or grab cheap yarn and watch youtube videos to learn to crochet. This is a wonderful accessibility for many artistic pursuits! But there are just as many crafts where there is NO easy entry point to it.

You cannot just house one bee at a time to become a beekeeper and collect honey. You can't pick up smithing at random by taking a randomly offered class or two. Becoming a glass artist or woodworking to make something any bigger than a whittle project just can't be done without serious investment. Libraries, tool rentals, and common spaces can help ease this barrier, but it cannot erase it completely because they cannot provide you with more time in the day or more energy in your body.

And even the crafts that you Can get into easily, there's a bottleneck. It takes incredible time and effort, space, materials, education, and financial investment to hone a craft to expertise, and not many people have the free time, money, or access to do so.

For the average person, there will inevitably come a point in their pursuit of most crafts where they must plateau their abilities. They can't practice as long or as often as it would take to improve further. They cannot spend more time on projects or access the materials for higher difficulty work. Not while still living the modern, capitalist life of needing to work to survive. Their craft can't pay their bills, so it Must go in the background.

And yes, incredible things get made by those with serious devotion who work overtime to grind out a full time job AND a full time hobby to become experts at their crafts on top of having alternate careers to pay their bills. But that isn't a feasible or reasonable thing to expect from everyone who takes part in crafts.

For the average person, becoming a master or expert, or hell, even a journeyman at a craft is just...not a possibility. For many, that's fine! For many, it's a miserable, disheartening limitation to know that unless you get extremely lucky in circumstance, craft may not be dead, but you will only ever be able to scratch the surface of what it has to offer.

sometimes i think about how capitalism destroyed craftsmanship and i cry

#personal

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nityarawal · 2 years ago

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2/11/23

Afternoon Songs

"I Will

I wish

I Won"

"I WON"

Listening to

The White Album

On Loop

An Old CD

I Saved

From My

Uncle's Deck

Listening

To The White Album

On Loop

"I Wish"

Wish I Could

Record My Song

Bumblebees

Buzzing

Landing On My

Head

They Like

My Tuberose

Gardenia

Lavender

Rose

Frangipani

Aromas

They Like The Honeycomb Effect

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On The Action

Mending Universe

From Estrangement

Building Nectar

Making Honey

Gathering Pollen

From My Hair

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And A Man

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Camp

At 4AM

Mysteries

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Unfold

In Real Estate

Pandemic

A High Up Marine

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To File

Title 32

Due To USC

Declared By Governor

A State Of Emergency

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Posse Comitatus Act

Emergency Beyond

President

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Stop Housing

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50 Million

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Race

Home

Laws

For Families

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Presidential

State Address

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Waiting For Kids

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2/11/23

Afternoon Songs

"I Will

I wish

I Won"

"I WON"

Listening to

The White Album

On Loop

An Old CD

I Saved

From My

Uncle's Deck

Listening

To The White Album

On Loop

"I Wish"

Wish I Could

Record My Song

Bumblebees

Buzzing

Landing On My

Head

They Like

My Tuberose

Gardenia

Lavender

Rose

Frangipani

Aromas

They Like The Honeycomb Effect

They want To Be In

On The Action

Mending Universe

From Estrangement

Building Nectar

Making Honey

Gathering Pollen

From My Hair

-N- Flowers

Oh Bumble Bee

Don't Sting Me

A Lawyer Just

Passed By

And A Man

Was Swinging

Outside Of My

Camp

At 4AM

Mysteries

Of Idyllwild

Unfold

In Real Estate

Pandemic

A High Up Marine

Says Governor Needs

To File

Title 32

Due To USC

Declared By Governor

A State Of Emergency

Unrestricted

By The

Posse Comitatus Act

Emergency Beyond

President

Governor Schmitz

Congressman Schmitz

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"There is not much the military can do unless a state of emergency is declared by the governor due to USC Title 32 (state active duty) and is restricted by the Posse Comitatus Act (illegal to police unless by Constitution, Congress, or in emergency by President)."

@VP @POTUS @AOC

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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“Vomiting of the Foxe him”

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beautifulnightmareunknown · 2 years ago

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oh deer (lol this is cringy)

hiii. so my morning was actually really nice. i woke up, went to the gym with my sis, got back home, ate and made my meals for the day then went to go get ready for work. while i was showering grace (my sis) got my clothes and all my “getting ready” things together for me and she even made and brought me my coffee. omfg and she made my bed for me lol. ive loved having her home from college. she really is my best friend. i feel like i can literally talk to her about anything and everything and there is no judgment or negative thoughts/feelings. i go to her for just about anything and she is always there. ANYWAYS, i left home and was bee bopping on my way to work listening to some music and just doing my thang. well i was almost to work and i freaking deer jumps out in front of me. i was only going about 35mph so the damage isnt that bad, but my hood is a little bent up and my grill is a little busted. other than that though my car is fine. i did however get in touch with my insurance guy and hes referring me to this place to get it fixed without filing a claim if i dont have to. hopefully its not too much money, but either way i just want my car fixed. i wouldnt mind driving around a cute little rental car either.

im currently at work right now, its nap time. i really cannot wait to start my new job. this place is just forever getting on my nerves. i love tammy to death (my co-teacher) but damn she is lazy. like when the kids need something shes always like trying to sneak tell them to ask me so that i will do it. and dont even get me started on the admin here. theyre just as bad if not worse. i was supposed to get finger printed like 2 or 3 weeks ago but i was sick on the day i was scheduled so i missed it and they just keep getting on my ass about rescheduling it like its my job to do so. which its not by the way. but little do they know its my last week here so it doesnt even matter. they just all get on my nerves here. its like no one wants to do their job and i mean thats why half the workers are leaving and why the whole class comes to me instead of the lead lol. i am going to miss the kids somewhat but not enough for me to stay and the pay here sucks. but yeah im going to work this week out and then text melanie (the director) that i quit. i dont care how unprofessional that is only because when they hired me here they made me not put in a 2 weeks notice to my previous job like i didnt have a choice and you know what they say.. “do unto others like you would want done to you” or something like that. then ill just have a week to chill and get into my new routine because quite literally fuck this place and lowkey fuck my schedule right now too.

ive been really good this year about keeping a positive mindset and not letting certain things get to me. i plan to keep it that way for the whole year and only work on bettering myself. i have weeded out most toxic aspects of my life and have gained more positive and encouraging in replace. i believe this year is only going to get better and more successful. one of my personal goals for this year is to read as many books as my height. thats crazy sounding i know but i am already off to a decent start with one book lol.

nap time is almost over so i am going to go ahead and sign off now. byeeee

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beedonerentals · 3 years ago

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Dumpster Rental: Finishing the Job

If you are planning a large-scale construction project for your home or office, inevitably there will be an accumulation of waste. This can become not only a headache during the most streamlined project, but also can also cause unsafe conditions. Dumpster rental is among the most efficient and eco-friendly ways to manage the waste at your construction site. Many rental companies now offer sorting services. From yard debris to drywall and insulation, to appliances and air conditioners, the professionals will sort and dispose of all materials safely for your convenience.

Dumpsters come in multiple sizes and shapes. Each one is designed for ease-of-use depending upon your needs. The basic roll-off comes in four sizes: 15 yards, 20 yards, 30 yards, and 40 yards. For the sake of reference, a 15-yard dumpster is equivalent to six pick-up truckloads of trash or about 3 tons. A 30-yard is equivalent to 10 pick-up truckloads and holds roughly 5 tons of trash. Choosing the right size before the mess begins is important. Your dumpster rental company can exchange full dumpsters at any time, but the less trips they make, the better. Going big initially can actually cut costs in the long run. It is also advisable to lay sheets of plywood where the container will be placed. The roll-off process can damage concrete and asphalt surfaces and will leave deep ruts in a yard.

When it comes to trash disposal, there is a correct way to do it. Waste management laws are intricate and are likely the last thing you need to worry about during your job. Effective communication with your rental company can save you time and money while assuring hazardous materials are properly handled. For instance, refrigerators and air conditioners require different disposal measures than sheetrock and insulation. Many homes and offices contain materials that may be hazardous and cannot simply be hauled to the dump. Many companies offer sorting services as an extension of your rental. They can determine what materials can be recycled, what needs to be safely disposed of, as well as which items are safe to be discarded of at a landfill.

Some counties require a permit before a dumpster can be delivered to a job site. The rental company will be able to advise you on this as well as about what items are not allowed. In general, any liquid chemical, including paints and solvents, tires and computer parts must be disposed of separately. Your rental company may charge extra for items that are not legal to dump in a landfill. Be sure to check with your company if your construction site will have any of these materials.

The next time you begin planning a renovation, remember that there will be plenty of trash to dispose of throughout the process. Having a dumpster on site from the start will save a great deal of time and can actually keep expenses lower throughout the project. Letting the professionals do the hauling and sorting will also allow you to focus more on the construction at hand and less about the waste it produces.

Read Full Article Here: Dumpster Rental: Finishing the Job

#Bee Done Rentals #dumpster rental

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morgana-greenleaf · 3 years ago

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Bucky Barnes Whump Fic Recs

so, I did a rec list a while back but i've read a lot of fics since then. this is not even close to all the fics i've read, or even all of my favourites. i'm already putting together another list. but hopefully this helps people find something to read.

close your eyes (& don't look up) by stark2ashla (@stark2ashla)

Teen, 1.7k

“Name.”

The electricity stops and Bucky looks up, throat still raw from a scream he can’t remember hearing. Fire dances along his upper body. He’s so tired.

“James,” he says, and pauses to catch his breath.

“Hit him again.”

I've Got Red In My Ledger by undertalefa

Teen, 0.9k

For some people, this is all he can offer. They don’t want flowery words or excuses, no ‘I’m sorry’s or ‘there was nothing I could’ve done’s. They want the satisfaction of causing pain, the catharsis of hurting someone who hurt you first.

It won’t fix anything, won’t change the past, but they both know that.

Bad Things I by bittercape

Teen, 0.1k - winterhawk

Whumptober prompts 12: Torture | Made to watch

Not that graphic violence (because how graphic can you get in 100 words), but nothing good happens here.

My spidey-sense is tingling by undertalefa

Not Rated, 2.3k - sambucky

“I would say you gotta speak to me man, but…”

He’s sure if Bucky’s eyes were open, he would be rolling them. Instead, he very clearly enunciates something Sam interprets as ‘Ha, ha. Funny.’

Whumptober 2021, Day #7

the shock from isolation by Lies_Unfurl (@lies-unfurl)

Mature, 8k+ - sambucky

Bucky goes to drastic measures to avoid being triggered by a newly-rediscovered set of words. Afterwards, he and Sam heal together—physically and emotionally.

Unquiet by ealcynn

Teen, 44k

Sam knows if anyone is not to blame for this clusterfuck, it’s Barnes. He’s a victim in all this. A murderous, terrifying, weaponized, six-foot, 260-pound cyborg victim.

Bones of Some Contention by LivingProof

Mature, 14k

For once, it’s not a dark specter from Bucky’s past that’s come back to haunt them. That, as far as he is concerned, is great. A nice change of pace. Something he can bring up next time Sam complains about all the skeletons that are hiding in Bucky’s mansion full of closets.

He’s the one with the gun to his head right now, though, so maybe Sam’s at least got a point with that whole “you can’t even get out of bed in the morning without running into something dangerous” bit that he does.

Or: Somehow, Bucky keeps ending up on the wrong side of the past. Even the pasts that don’t belong to him.

Barium Nights by LivingProof

Mature, 88k

Sam vanishes on what should have been a simple mission to clear out a few wannabe terrorists. And come hell, Hydra, or high water, Bucky is going to find him. Even if the trail takes him to the seedy underbelly of Madripoor, and a host of situations he’d rather avoid. Even if finding Sam might get him killed. Even if the thing that kills him…might be Sam.

Not Your Incentive by MelanieKS (@itsfeistyred)

Mature, 9k

After Sam takes on the mantle of Captain America he tells Bucky to take some time for himself. He deserves it. Begrudgingly, Bucky heeds Sam's advice and goes on a solo road trip cross-country. Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan in the life of Bucky Barnes and he finds himself stranded on the side of the road with a stalled rental, and an unknown number of hostiles surrounding him.

Just a normal day...

The Making of the Winter Soldier (series) by CluckU, Mumble_Bee (@clucku, @mumble--bee)

Mature, 13.7k +

A collection of vignettes exploring the ways in which HYDRA turned Bucky into the Winter Soldier. Can be read as standalones, but may hold more depth if read in order.

one foot by kickflaw (@kickflaw)

Teen, 0.7k

It's on the long, nerve-wracking trudge out from behind German lines, back to the Allied base that this weird big Steve promises is within a day's march, that the first hint of suspicion unfurls in Bucky's mind.

bring me back a dog by accrues

Teen, 1.8k

‘It wasn’t the dogs' fault,’ he told his therapist later, after he put himself together enough to process the memory. ‘They were just doing what they were ordered. They didn’t know how to say no. They couldn’t say no.’

The fallout from Bucky's first escape attempt from Hydra helps Bucky process his trauma later.

Homecoming by winteratdusk (@winteratdusk)

Not Rated, 44k + - stucky

After the fight on the helicarriers, the Soldier means to disappear, but without HYDRA's "maintenance" he isn't able to get far. Steve finds him sick, confused, and in desperate need of help. Over the course of a night, Steve and Bucky both grapple with the damage HYDRA's done, doing their best to weather the storm and make it through to morning.

Aftershocks by Lapwing_Em (@lapwing-em)

Gen, 1.2k

After Walker threw Bucky into the power cables he's more banged up than he wanted to admit. Sam finds him and helps.

on the outside looking through by junipermoss

Not rated, 1.7k - sambucky

He doesn’t know when it was, if it was a year ago or twenty, but he’s seen that face. He’s seen it when he was strapped to a table, or the chair, restraints on his skin and hard rubber between his teeth and electricity splintering through his bones. He’s seen that face a picture of cruelty, a dark smile in a dizzy whirl of pain.

The man shoots him.

Or: Sam is there for Bucky when a mission goes south.

The Last Train by PlaceByTheRiver

Teen, 2.7k

Inspired by a TikTok asking the question: Did anyone ever feel compassion for Bucky while he was held prisoner?

We know what happened to turn James "Bucky" Barnes into the Winter Soldier. This is the story of one of the individuals who helped make the transformation happen.

Brilliant Soviet scientist Galina meets an injured American soldier and tries to comfort him at first; then, she is told what she must help the government do. When you work for the Soviet military, non-compliance is not an option. Even the tiniest deviation from directive must be shrouded in complete secrecy . . .

(This is a prequel for a longer story I am writing, which takes place in present day.)

#please let me know if i've missed any authors' tumblrs #i'm not very good at finding people on tumb;r #bucky barnes #whump #bucky barnes whump #fic recs #bbwfr

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btsbling · 4 years ago

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— Chocolate Syrup — Kth

🍒 pairing: Taehyung x reader

🍒 genre: sugardaddy!au, fluff, relationship!au

🍒 warning: smut, daddy!kink, breeding, unprotected sex (stay safe), foodplay

🍒 summary: When he asks you to become his

🍒 w/c: 2.54k

The sound of the elevator rang through the hallways as Taehyung stepped out. Loosening his tie, while the other held onto his suit jacket and phone. He sighed and stretched his neck as he walked through the corridor to his luxury penthouse.

It was another tiring day, the office was buzzing, non-stop calling and meetings. Yet another day of fun filled signings of new business ideas.

Taehyung combed through his hair, he could finally take a breather when the clock striked twelve. He was finally done for the day and longed to rush back to his penthouse for, someone special.

He’d never thought he would ever admit it. But he had found a place for you in his heart. It was never supposed to be something long-term. Only for its short-term benefits that would provide him with immense feelings of satisfaction.

Taehyung had met you, fatefully, under the dim lights that slightly lit the bar. He had a meeting with one of his associates there. He didn’t understand why or how, but the way your eyes glimmered as you conversed with the customer in front of you, your actions while making drinks, captivated him. Everything about you, attracted him like bees to honey.

The pull he felt towards you was indescribable and he felt his eyes resting onto you whenever he got distracted which was, frequently. You weren’t dressed as scandalous as the performers on stage, but neither were you conservative. He couldn’t see anything behind the bar, but your shirt was a tight fit and provided him with enough cleavage, making his dick grow tighter in his pants.

But after the meeting, he had realised you were long gone, another bartender replacing you. He immediately felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He went back home, asking his assistant to get more information about you.

It was then the beautiful chapter of you and him bloomed. When he had asked you to be his sugarbaby, after a few weeks of sitting at the bar and getting to know you better, you were genuinely surprised.

You were never opposed to the idea of being someone’s sugarbaby, but from someone like Kim Taehyung? That was something you’d never expect.

Kim Taehyung. Multi-millionaire living in the state of Korea. He was young, Greek god looks and a voice that could literally send you chills down your neck. In a good way of course. The way he stood, the way he stared at you made you feel the butterflies fluttering around your belly. It came as a surprise to you, he was kind, approachable and caring. Over the weeks of getting to know him from serving him at your bar, he would always remember to ask about your day, if you had eaten, and made sure you had a safe trip home.

When he approached you with the idea of being his sugarbaby, it took a few days to make a decision. Being his meant a possibility of having your identity talked about in the media like the next hot tea. But it wasn’t a bad idea. You were desperately trying to survive of two part-time jobs and having to pay for your apartment rentals and the medical fees of your sick grandmother.

In conclusion, your decision was something you would never regret.

In the beginning, it was definitely abit awkward, considering the fact that you were a naturally conservative person who wasn’t used to someone buying branded items for you or spending that much money either.

But Taehyung made sure you were comfortable with it and you grew used to seeing branded goods being sent up to your new luxury apartment, as well as a new car. It was never-ending, Taehyung spoiled you like you were his princess.

The two of you had grown extremely close, considering you guys spent much more time in his penthouse. Every night or even day if he ever had a break, was a new sex adventure in a different corner of the house. Sofa? Kitchen table? Windows? Every single place.

He was a literal greek god. Chiseled abs, toned muscular arms that held you firmly as he thrusted into you. His moans were like sounds made by an angel and the way he fucked you, made you even more happy that you accepted his offer.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that he hadn’t gotten used to your presence. Immense happiness would fill his chest with a warm feeling whenever he awoke to the sight of your beautiful face, figure curled and snuggled into his chest. He would take the time to enjoy the sunrise if he had woken up early, hand brushing softly through your hair and leaving light feathery kisses on your face and neck.

It was the best feeling in the entire world, watching as the sky turned into a canvas that was painted with a variety of warm colours. It was a sight to behold. But it was nothing compared to you.

Memories of the night before, where the two of you just cuddled in the bed, his cock stuffed into your warm pussy, sharing stories about your day before falling into deep sleep soon after. Cock warming would have to be one of his favorite cuddle positions.

His heartbeat slowed to a comfortable pace. He felt at peace with you in his arms, as he looked out into the windows.

Taehyung couldn’t live without you.

It was a scary thought, given the fact that he never would’ve imagined falling in love with you over the year you guys spent together as Sugardaddy and sugarbaby.

But he got over it, you were worth it. Even with your hair in a mess, and a small drool dripping from your face, you were still the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. Not only that, you had the kindest of heart, always checking up on him, buying him good health products with your own money and even preparing home cooked meals for him.

Taehyung glanced down at you, a big smile gracing his face. He was staring at his sweetheart. The only person he could love with all his heart for the rest of his life.

Taehyung could only hope that you felt the same way as he did, even if you didn’t, he would’ve chased after you until you told him to stop.

He loved you more than anything.

and he couldn’t lose you.

He placed his shoes neatly, knowing how much you hated when he threw them without any care in the world.

“Babe?” he called out for you from the kitchen as he made a beeline for the cold, refreshing water in the fridge. As he turned around, he saw you cuddled up with a blanket on the sofa, a book loosely hanging from your hand while you slept in Taehyung’s hoodie.

Taehyung’s heart swelled, knowing that you had stayed up to wait for him. he sat on the sofa beside you, brushing your hair and leaving kisses on your face before you woke up.

“Tae? wha-what’s the time?” you asked groggily, which Taehyung found to be extremely adorable.

“Come on Honey, let’s get your sweet ass into bed. It’s one am” You had no energy to respond, only managing a small nod before you were lifted into Taehyung’s hard chest. His familiar smell making you snuggled closer into the crook of his neck.

Taehyung gently placed you on the bed, covering you with the comforter before taking a quick shower and joining you in bed.

He lifted the duvets before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You eyes were closing by the second. Taehyung gave you a kiss, gentle and sweet, taking his time to savor his favorite moment of the day.

“I love you so much” he mustered up when your eyes closed fully. Taehyung stared at you before kissing your forehead and taking a whiff of your shampoo that he absolutely adored. “i hope you’ll say yes baby” he mumbled, before joining you in dreamland almost immediately

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the heavenly smell of pancakes. Stretching out a yawn and sitting up, you smiled, thinking of how perfect everything was. Although you knew it wasn’t going to be like this forever, at that moment, it seemed like happiness would be eternity.

With that you cuddled back into the blankets only to be dragged by taehyung as he chuckles at you.

“Babe wake up, i made pancakes” he whispered to you, carrying you and placing you on his lap like a baby. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips before smiling cutely at you.

You shook your head and pouted cutely, knowing full well he would give in and feed you in bed. Taehyung groaned before pushing you playfully, heading towards the door while you laughed.

You quickly washed up and as you were coming out of the fancy bathroom, your jaws dropped at the scene in front of you, your eyes welling with tears.

Presents from different expensive brands, shoes, bags, flowers and balloons. A pack of your favorite candy, Hershey kisses on the bed and he held a plate of pancakes while waiting for you in bed.

“Tae...what’s all this?” your voice almost broke as you quickly strolled to his side. He set the pancakes on the bedside table and quickly pulled you to sit on his lap. His face had a slight red hue as he nuzzled into your neck nervously. “i er” Taehyung mumbled before take a deep breathe, turning your face towards him.

“Y/n L/n, you genuinely complete my life” he chuckled, booping you on the nose. “Baby, you’re the one i want to see whenever i wake up in the morning, the one i want to greet whenever i reach home. I want to do things just to make you happy and see your beautiful smile.” As he said that, you smiled widely.

“I know this wasn’t supposed to develop into a deep relationship but i can’t help it. You’ve made me fall, so deep in love with you sweetheart” He whispered, holding your chin and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Be my girlfriend, move in with me. We can write a new chapter. I just want everyone to know that you’re mine, as much as i’m yours, officially” The tears you were holding in, finally slid down your cheeks as you nodded frantically and turning to hug him as tight as you could.

Taehyung wiped away your tears, smiling as he was trapped from beneath you. Unconsciously, you grinded softly on his manhood, feeling his rod perk even though he had already taken a cold bathe to calm himself down.

His moans motivated you as you sat upright, grinding harder onto his clothed manhood. His large hands radiating heat as he rubbed your hips from the sides before grabbing the ends of his t-shirt that you were wearing and pulled it over your shoulders and head.

“So beautiful, my angel”

His actions left you completely bare except for your panties that barely covered your pussy lips. Taehyung captured your lips in a hurry, but it expressed the passion and heat he was feeling.

His experienced hands maneuvered its way to your nipples, massaging them and he broke away from your kiss to suck on one of them. You unconsciously pushed him closer to your breasts, the immense pleasure overtaking you.

“T-tae please”

“Tell Daddy what you want hmm” he hummed, his lips leaving your breasts and instead sucking onto your neck like you were his next snack.

You were breathless, your pulse racing, you damn well feel the wetness pooling in your panties beneath you.

“w-want your dick please” you almost screamed out as his fingers pulled your panties aside and inserted three fingers in one go.

“So wet for me already baby? Bet i could slide my cock right inside of you easily. But first” Taehyung whispered. “Daddy’s going to enjoy himself”

he reached towards the bedside table, grabbing the choco syrup bottle that he left, and squirting it all over your chest and thighs.

Taehyung continued to finger you as he licked the syrup off your body. Your spine arched to meet his tongue.

“Moan out my name baby” Taehyung demanded, his thumb rubbing on your core, edging on your orgasm.

His fingers and tongue wonders for you and soon your toes were curling and your eyes were rolled back, screaming as you came on Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung groaned as he slid his fingers out of you and licked your juice, humming as he did so. “Sweeter than syrup” he smirked.

You were breathless, chest heaving up and down. Taehyung took out his dick from the sweatpants he were wearing. You licked your lips as the delicious sight of his erect cock made you even wet than before.

Taehyung slid down your soaked panties slowly, before pressing his face towards your wet cunt and taking a swift lick.

“you’re so damn delicious babygirl” licking his lips as he aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy, prepping your already wet pussy with his precum

“P-please tae, put it in me” Taehyung smirked

“What’s my name babygirl” Taehyung demanded

“T-taehyung” you whimpered out, feeling his head sliding in and out quickly.

“No baby, what’s my name” He asked again

“D-daddy please” screaming as he entered with one big thrust

Taehyung’s hands held your hips as thrusted harder and harder. You moaned with each thrust as you felt his big cock stretching you out. “You look so sexy, beneath me, taking my cock like the good girl you are” Taehyung breathed out.

He watched your breasts bounce as he thrusted harder into you, watching your face contort into full pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Right there d-daddy, right there” you screamed, ready to release.

Taehyung groaned as he changed his angle, sliding into you deeper and harder. “I’m coming babygirl, cum with daddy”

“Give me your milk daddy please, use me, cum in me. I’m on the pill, please i need your cum” You cried out, Taehyung moaned at your dirty talk, loving how it sounded coming out of you.

After a few more thrusts, you came first, milking his cock and after helping ride out your high, Taehyung came afterwards, filling you with his hot cum, thick spurts releasing in you. Your chest heaved up and down, as Taehyung collapsed tiredly onto you, his face nestled in your soft breasts.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you, resting on his forearms to stare lovingly at you. Taehyung smiled softly, loving the after-sex glow and the soft sunlight that made you look more like an angel. You smiled tiredly at him, brushing away his bangs and gently rubbing his cheeks. Your smile widening as you felt him nuzzle into your soft touch.

“i love you so much Kim Taehyung, and i’ll be so happy to be your girlfriend” you whispered Taehyung grinned before standing up and carrying you princess style to the bathroom.

“I love you as much as i loved the breakfast session i just had” he grinned mischievously

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foster-the-world · 2 years ago

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Nonstop

I've been studying nonstop since I bombed my last exam. Five final tests to go. One today. My eyes are fried and I still have nine days of full time studying. It helped that the heat finally broke so I was able to enjoy a pre study walk this morning. Whenever I start to feel like I'm getting the material I realize there is so much more I don't know. They put both pediatric nursing and labor/delivery in the same course. It's way too much information and no wonder infant/mother mortality numbers are where they are at in this country. Pre-eclampsia and postpartum hemorrhage are the main reasons black women in this country are dying at such alarming rates during childbirth. The extent of acknowledging that was mentioning in passing that African American women are at a higher risk for these two conditions. No mention of how, why what can be done differently or (most importantly to get the point across) how bad it is.

Yesterday Bee got mad at Rebel (rightfully - as mentioned she's difficult nowadays) and said she's not my real sister. I'm not sure how to handle that. I'm going to ask my adopted parent group for advice. So far, I've countered with something along the lines of "she is but its okay to be really frustrated with her. Having a sister can be really hard." I don't want to dismiss her feelings but also don't want her to say hurtful things when she's upset. She's also made comments about her real Mom or her real cousins but not at times of anger. Thus far, I've ignore the "real" portion and address whatever topic she brings up. I'd be annoyed if Rebel ever said Bee wasn't her real sister. I don't want Bee to get away with things because she's adopted while also acknowledging her complicated feelings/confusion/etc.

Thinking of booking a Disney cruise for October and surprising the girls the morning of. It leaves from NYC and is five days. It's cheaper then I would have guessed. $850 including taxes/fee a person with all food, etc included. Which feels like a deal considering flights to Bermuda are $300-$400 a person. It spends two days in Bermuda but we are mostly in it for the on boat stuff. We'd skip the off boat excursions and hang at the beach. At first I thought the whole family could go but my husband doesn't have the vacation days and baby boy would not do well sleeping in a room with all of us. Plus, they have some strict rules about no diapers in the pool and even some splash pad areas. My Mom may join. The girls would miss three days of school but not worried about that at all.

This trip can only happen if the house sale goes through. Not happy we now have to wait for September for that to happen. The people who are buying our house are also bought the rental company that manages our house. Which meant they could also throw in no commission on the July/August rentals when they asked us to extend the sale. Which is a nice bonus. I'm dying to know how much they paid. It's a successful business with very little overhead - a website and an employee or two + a team of cleaners. They charge 25% of the rental income to the home owners and way over charge for all of the rental rates.

Baby boy court on Friday. Send out good vibes that something moves forward. He had his two year well visit yesterday. She wasn't worried about his eczema - even though I think it looks terrible right now. 99% for height and 80% for weight. She said he'll def be "well over 6 ft." I learned in nursing school if you double the 2 year old height you will get a rough estimate of their adult height. As of today that would put him at 6.2. They don't mention if its the beginning of being two or the end???

Back to burning my eyes out with studying.

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tachyon-omlette · 2 years ago

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not sure if I ever talked about Helix and Betelgeuse here, so I'm gonna give them a nice lil masterpost of their own

first off is Helix [they/them]!

Helix is polite and follows orders well enough, but sometimes gets distracted. They work as a scout, and often can do other jobs when needed by virtue of being a superlearner. Likes learning about organics; afraid of dying in space.

their sort-of mentor is Betelgeuse [xe/xem]!

Betelgeuse is grumpy but exceedingly loyal, and notices details better than most. Xe isn't a huge fan of talking about xyr past. Likes space exploration and being taken seriously; does not like bugs.

They have an almost Bee-and-Puppycat-esque relationship - Betelgeuse gives Helix orders and Helix, being xyr Ward, follows, but at the same time Helix often finds out-of-the-box solutions and courses of action that can end up being better than playing it serious and by-the-book... when they can muster the courage, that is.

here's some size refs ft. altmodes!

(rough draft of their lore under the cut, as well as some maybe outdated and mostly Helix-centric lore pictures, and some doodles)

Helix used to be a courier on Cybertron - they would deliver mail, packages and the like, and they were very, very good at it.

(they didn't know at the time that they were a superlearner, and they didn't really care. being a courier made them happy)

when they were eventually conscripted as a government courier by the Elite Guard (with reluctant consent) they asked very few questions, having been a courier long enough to know "what's in the boxes isn't your business", but overhearing some of the whispers within the halls ignited their curiosity...

and when they started peeping in on classified missives, they caught wind of various in-progress cover-ups, classified projects, war crimes - all of which their deliveries had for so long facilitated

horrified, they continued their duties while continuing to sneak peeks (and then learning quickly how to make their deliveries appear untouched) and quietly contemplated what to do... leaking the information directly to the public would only lead to denouncement from on high and a lifetime in the stockades, but something, anything, had to be done!

bereft of options, they formulated a plan, and waited for the perfect opportunity...

when they finally were scheduled to deliver a very important dossier - a list of prisoners held within the stockades, complete with mugshots, serial numbers, and lists of the various "research" they'd been put through - they changed course, fleeing the planet in a rented shuttle

(before they'd pulled this stunt, they made sure to figure out how to scramble the ship's signal and disable any identification measures the rental service might have installed, so they couldn't be tracked)

as quickly as possible - albeit hindered somewhat by an inability to make supply stops due to increased paranoia - they traversed to Decepticon space, hoping with the information they carried that at least someone would listen. of course, this still took some time, and it wasn't long before the energon stores they'd hidden began to dwindle.

when at last they came across a patrolling warship, they hailed through an open comm line, begging them to hold their fire, blearily claiming they had crucial information - with proof! - regarding the Autobots and what they were hiding

they were hauled aboard, severely malnourished, and spent much of their time aboard the ship in the medbay, regaining their strength while stasis-cuffed to a medberth, asking many questions and receiving no answers

repeatedly they pleaded for an audience with whoever commanded the vessel, saying they had very important information to relay, but no one spoke to them. the dossier had been confiscated when they were brought in - did the captain already know about it? did they believe what was in it?

in their isolation, they began to panic, fearing they'd made the wrong choice would be terminated - but wait, then why go to the effort to keep them alive? were they going to torture them, or imprison them, or experiment on them like the Autobots did to their prisoners? even if they did belive the information to be true, what use did they have now, other than - by the Allspark, the Decepticons were going to use them as a bargaining chip, weren't they? all this effort and still they'd end up in the stockades anyway.

doubt and paranoia gnawed away at their sense of security and self-worth. they were an unarmed Neutral (no way could they align with the Autobots now!) in Decepticon space - when their information inevitably made it to Megatron, their usefulness would be at an end, they were sure they'd be terminated

what they didn't expect was for the ship's medic to give them a series of little tests - mostly solving odd and complex puzzles, like figuring out how to repair a damaged mechanism that was seemingly pristine at first glance

eventually, another senior medical officer began bombarding them with questions, and after a few more cycles of no one speaking to them, their outlier ability was diagnosed

when it was first explained to them, their first reaction was "I though everyone did that!!" and upon hearing that only an extremely small percentage of the population had their ability, they were relieved! they were useful enough to keep alive!

that relief was quickly eclipsed by anxiety when they were released from the medbay and escorted to a holding cell on New Kaon, which was then coupled by fear when they were given a sudden audience with Decepticon high command

after they proved the dossier they'd smuggled was legit, their spark was spared (phew!) and they were given the opportunity to renounce the Autobots and join the Decepticons, put their skills to use against the corruption they so boldly acted against

politely but no less eager, they agreed, and took the rite of the deceptibrand not long after

their anxiety never dampened, though - they were always a timid rule-follower before, and such a brazen act of defiance coupled with cycles of relative isolation and paranoia had well and truly shot their nerves. being around much bigger, more powerful warframes all the time left them with very few spaces in which they felt safe, their polite self-preservation distancing them from everyone in an attempt to remain alive and unharmed

signing up to make courier runs for the Decepticons was their attempt to regain a semblance of normalcy, but the often followed-through threat of ambushes coupled with their being an Autobot fugitive only seemed to worsen their condition, and after a psychiatric evaluation they were assigned to an assistant-specialist role instead, proving their worth through working with others, only leaving their stationed compound when they received new orders

eventually they gained some semblance of respect - their processor was proven sharper than any blade, truer than any sniper scope - yet still, many Decepticons are not ones to openly or frequently give accolades (without some trace of dishonesty, self-interest, or smarm), especially when they're being shown up, so Helix's anxiety remained, often worsened by the occasional threat (ex. you're lucky you've got powerful people looking out for you, smartaft. I could be the best [profession] again real easy, all I'd have to do is snap you in half.)

at this point is about when Betelgeuse comes in

xe was made originally by the Autobot government not long before the war started. xe was given a spark n all that, but had many additional codes implanted (by the government, of course) that would interfere with xyr emotional range and capacity to question xyr orders - an intelligent, living spy satellite who was unerrantly obedient, the perfect tool against the Decepticons

a good portion of xyr duties was to analyze the information xe received, in order to compile a succinct report for high command, but this was the fatal flaw in their plan - eventually xe started over time to agree more with what the Decepticons were doing, and when xe made this known (high command seemed only to acknowledge their concerns with little emotional response) xe began to notice, through starting to spy on the Autobots instead, an increase in the number of times "reprogramming" was mentioned in reference to xem

xe decided, then, to strike out, and with xyr prior experience with trashing comms networks, caused the entire Autobot high command communications grid to go dark for two whole cycles - which may not sound like much, but on the precipice of war, it certainly gave the Decepticons an opening

xe then pinged the Decepticon comms network, providing proof of xyr actions and requesting asylum, which after awhile became a request to join them

after joining the Decepticons, Bej did primarily espionage work, being a seasoned hacker. though the emotional-supression codes never completely went away, xe did start to feel more openly bitter and angry - mostly towards the Autobots, but eventually it crossed over to coworkers, too

Helix was sort of a different case, though. their timid politeness and overall fear of the people around them awoke a sort of soft spot in Bej, especially after xe witnessed the extent of their abilities. xe applied to take Helix on as a sort of apprentice/ward and got approved for it, therefore the two of them began working on missions together and bonded a little bit - Bej became Helix's mentor and friend, and Helix helped Bej open up a little bit

xe's still rather strict with Helix at times, trying to make them less a "former Autobot" and more of a proper Decepticon, but is mindful of Helix's breaking point(s) so xe doesn't burn them out

(again, this is very much a rough draft, so this may not line up with the tfa timeline and/or may have some inconsistencies. I wrote all of this on a late night many months ago)

and the images, outdated as they may or may not be:

...and some doodles, as a treat for coming this far (thank you btw /gen)

#send me a number/emoji for a question about my oc #maccadam #transformers #transformers oc #oc: Helix #oc: Betelgeuse #tfa #transformers animated #hope y'all like em!! they were my first ocs and I love em a lot #they kind of got eclipsed by Eda brainrot for awhile but thanks to artfight my brainrot for them is coming back #now that I have MULTIPLE ocs I can also do those things!#hoohoohoohoohoohoo!!!!!!!!!#tachyon-art

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