#I just finished doing some basic chores and I feel like a heated water bottle

[catcake24]

Ughhhhhhh why did my place’s ac break RIGHT when we’re getting into a heatwave 😔 I’m dying here, it’s like 25.5 degrees C (78 Fahrenheit for you Yankees)

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I’ll take care of you-Kelly Severide

Summary: Your best friend, Kelly Severide, repays you for all the times you took care of him growing up.

Warnings: asthma attack

Author’s note: This will be a multipart fic, as requested by another user. I’ll post the final fic with the request attached. All fics will be platonic.

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You have known Kelly Severide for years. As kids, you guys used to hide Kelly in your room when he needed to get away. Though your parents loved Kelly and often had him over for dinner, Kelly still had a habit of climbing the tree outside your bedroom window and lifting it up slowly after quietly knocking, needing his best friend.

You always welcomed Kelly with open arms. Often, you and Kelly would crawl into your little teepee, that you had in the corner of your room, and spend hours reading or talking. He was like the big brother you always wanted and you were like the little sister he always dreamed of, if he had any other life or parents.

To your parents, Kelly was the perfect kid with the less than ideal life, but you know how messed up his dad had made him. Most nights, Kelly found himself cuddled in your arms, face hidden in your neck while he quietly sobbed over whatever his dad happened to do or say that day. Some days, he would work up the courage to come in the front door earlier in the evening, needing to get out of his dad and the mistress of the week’s way. When it was time to get ready for bed, he would simply come climbing back through your window when the lights went out.

Today, Kelly had brought you home from school early. He basically dragged you out of the nurse’s office after you called for a ride. Though you were 18, you didn’t have a car. You would have just called your parents, but they were out of town and you couldn’t physically make it the 10 city blocks back home. Kelly ended up having to bridal carry you inside before rushing to get his things out of the car. Once he returned, you were shakily trying to set up your breathing machine, having insisted on the fact that “you weren’t kids anymore. You could do this yourself”, in between wheezes.

Kelly had enough, getting nervous as your lips began to turn blue. He snatched the tubing out of your shaking hands and finished attaching it before pouring in your medicine. Once he was satisfied that the machine was running smoothly, he placed the mask over your face. He had watched you and your parents do this throughout your childhood. This was nothing for him.

“I know we aren’t kids anymore, but letting me take care of you is just a little pay back for all the years you’ve taken care of me. Let your best friend have this one thing.” Kelly said dramatically, a pout gracing his lips as he stared at you.

You would have laughed if just breathing wasn’t a chore, but you settled for a smirk and a slight nod of the head.

“Thank you.” Kelly said, smiling brightly. “Hot chocolate, heating pad, more pillows, and your blanket from your room?” Kelly asked, standing from where he had previously settled on the coffee table.

You nodded and gave a double thumbs up. You reached for the remote, which Kelly slid into your hands before he made his exit. While he was running around, you picked your current Star Wars show and pulled it up. You happily let Kelly prop you up and cover you up before he ran back into the kitchen at the sound of the kettle whistling. He walked back in just in time for you to finish your meds. Kelly never ceases to amaze you. He sat down both mugs of hot chocolate before pressing a bottle of water into your hand, then reached up to take the mask off your face.

“Better?” Kelly asked, sliding a hand over your head to push the fly aways back before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Your warm.” He commented, feeling your cheeks.

You nodded. “Figured. I was sitting in class when the coughing started. Normally, I’d stop and a puff of my inhaler would do the trick, but not today. Sorry to ruin our weekend.” You mumbled, shakily taking the cup of hot chocolate from Kelly as you spoke.

“Nonsense. You know I love hanging out with you. We will just have a movie weekend.” Kelly shrugged. “Let me get you some cold meds. Then I’ll settle in with you. You need to relax.” Kelly said, walking back into the kitchen. He didn’t take long, bringing back some medicine and a ear thermometer. “100.7. We can work with that.” Kelly said, tossing the medicine pack and thermometer on the table.

“You should go home Kel. I don’t want you sick.” You tried, knowing that he would object.

Kelly shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “And leave my best friend alone all weekend? Not a chance. Someone has to take care of you.” Kelly said, kissing your temple.

“I can take care of myself Kel. Really. I’d feel terrible if you got sick.” You whined, though you continued to snuggle into his side, knowing you were fighting a losing battle.

“I’ll take my chances.” Kelly said matter of factly. “Plus, you could barely walk 45 minutes ago. No way am I leaving you alone until you get stronger or your parents come home.” Kelly said, settling in to watch the show you put on.

“Alright. Alright. Fine.” You said, yawning.

“Shhhh. Get some rest sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Kelly said, helping you get comfortable.

“Thanks Kel.” You whispered, snuggling into his chest and letting your eyes drift shut as you fell asleep to the beat of his heart.

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[dem-obscure-imagines]

Stealin’ Hearts

George “Digger” Harkness x Reader

Fandom: DC Extended Universe

Summary: You’re a superhero and you just found out your soulmate is the notorious diamond thief, Captain Boomerang. You want to trust him, but you’re not sure you can just yet, so…now what?

Note: This is the sequel to He’s a Challenge. I really wanted to write a second part lol so here you go!

Warnings: Alcohol mention.

Word Count: 1.5k

Reader is: Female (but I would be willing to rewrite another version for a male or gender neutral reader.)

When the jet landed, you let go of Boomer’s hand and led him out onto the roof of your family’s secluded forest mansion. He looked down at the sheer size of it, his eyes wide.

“What?”

“Nothing, just…It’s not what I expected.” He admitted, hauling his duffle bag full of his few belongings over his shoulder. You led him in through the door and down the stairs to the balcony that overlooked the lower level of the house. You saw your siblings were congregated there, River looking particularly anxious, his arms across his chest. Rose and Ryan were sitting on the couch, talking, but their discussion stopped when they noticed you and Digger standing there, looking down at them.

“We’re here.” You called awkwardly.

“I see that.” River said, his eyes guarded as he looked the notorious Captain Boomerang up and down.

You led him down the stairs to where the others were and he hesitated, but followed after you anyway, a sheepish look on his face.

“So, Mr. Harkness, I’m not sure if (Y/N) told you why you’re here.”

“Well, I know we’re soulmates, so…” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, obviously anxious about the whole situation. “I kind of figured that was why.”

“Well, yeah, but also no.” Rose laughed, motioning for everyone to sit down, so you . “(Y/N), why don’t you explain?”

You exhaled a long breath, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I can.” You looked up at Digger and he smirked. “Yeah, so, uh, our mom is the queen of an alien planet. So like…we’re royalty. And because of that, through our laws, you get diplomatic immunity because you’re my soulmate. I mean…unless you do something super fucked up and then I can’t help you.”

He was quiet for a long moment, his expression confused, but also evaluating what you had just said. “You mean to tell me my soulmate is a princess.”

“Yeah.” You shrugged.

He grinned. “Wicked.”

***

With every room of the mansion you showed Digger, the more and more impressed he became, taking everything in. He was still expecting you to take it all back at some point, tell him it was all a big joke and he wouldn’t be living in your giant mansion for the rest of his days.

That was strange to him, too. This weird sense of security. He’d had a rough upbringing, that much was for sure. He wasn’t used to stability, even in his adult life. He’d been constantly on the run, in and out of prison, doing whatever he could to make ends meet and try to establish something for himself, and…here it was. It had fallen right into his lap.

You pulled open a door and led him into another bedroom. There were a few generic pieces of art on the wall. The comforter was charcoal gray and there were a few navy throw pillows on top.

“I’m sorry it’s so empty in here.”

“Why are you…?” He paused for a second, looking around the spacious bedroom. It was nice, clean…way better than the tiny, dingy jail cell he’d been in for the past few years. “Is this my room?”

“Yeah, is that alright? It’s next door to mine, so I figured…”

“It’s perfect, princess.” He smiled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“Well, believe it.” You chuckled, stepping further into the room and opening the drawers on the dresser. “We didn’t know what size you were, so we guessed, but we picked you up some basics. I didn’t know what all you had…”

Digger was silent, watching you with careful eyes. You barely knew him and yet you’d done all of this for him, going out of your way to get him clothes and bedding.

“And this is your bathroom.” You opened the door to what he had assumed was a closet or something, but no, he now had an entire bathroom to himself as well. “I know the shower can be a little confusing, so let me know if you need any help with anything.”

You blinked up at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. “You good?”

“Y-yeah, I just…” He chuckled and shook his head. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“What, did you think we’d throw my soulmate in the dungeon?” You smirked, watching the way he couldn’t help but crack a smile at that.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you for it.”

You were both quiet for a moment before he asked, “Do you mind if I take a shower real quick? I haven’t had a warm shower in…” He didn’t finish the thought. You both knew it had been a while since he’d had a bathroom to himself, let alone water that wasn’t already cold by the time he got to it.

“Go for it. I’ll be down in the living room when you get out.”

***

When Digger came back downstairs, you were almost shocked, looking at him. He’d trimmed his beard, combed his hair, and he was wearing one of the cozy gray hoodies you’d picked out for him. He looked nice. You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks when you took him in.

“What, princess?” He raised an eyebrow, walking over to sit down next to you.

You set the book in your hands down on the coffee table. “Hmm?”

“What’s that look for?”

“You look nice, is all.” You shrugged.

He grinned. “You think so?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded. Once he was closer, you could smell the eucalyptus shampoo in his slightly damp hair. You leaned in the tiniest bit, terrified of moving too fast, but he leaned in a bit too, only to be interrupted by—

“GIRLS’ NIGHT!”

You looked up at the sound of the voice with wide eyes, chuckling when you saw none other than Harley Quinn standing there with a bottle of wine.

“Boomer? What are you doin’ here?” She asked, looking at him.

“I found my soulmate, Harls.” Digger said, smiling as he did.

She looked between the two of you, her eyes widening in realization. “Wait, are you two…?”

“Yeah, we are.” You confirmed, slipping your hand into Digger’s. He embraced it quickly, giving it a proud squeeze.

“But I thought your soulmate was some dude named George…?”

“Digger is just a nickname, mate.” He chuckled. “My real name is George.”

“Ohhhhhh.” Harley nodded. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

“You know it’s Wednesday, right?” You said, glancing down at your phone to double-check.

“Oh, is it? I thought it was Thursday.” Harley laughed. “My bad.”

“You can hang out if you want to, though.” You offered, motioning to the couch.

“Don’t mind if I do.” She ran over and hopped onto the open end of the couch next to you, setting the wine bottle on the coffee table before crawling over to whisper in your ear, “He’s a keeper, (Y/N). You’re in good hands.”

“Oh believe me,” you smirked, “I know.”

***

It was a few months later. Much to your surprise, Digger stuck around. Part of you had expected him to leave that first night with all of your family valuables in his duffle bag, but he…hadn’t. Instead, he’d been coexisting peacefully with your siblings, spending significant amounts of time trying to get to know you better, reading, cooking on occasion, and helping with chores around the house.

He remembered in vivid detail the first time you’d trusted him enough to fall asleep with him. It had been innocent enough, one of your first times cuddling together. Your other siblings were all out of the house, so you and Digger had the house to yourselves. Naturally, you had popped in a movie. One thing had led to another and you’d ended up fast asleep on his chest.

He took a long moment to look at you, something he had never felt before welling up inside of him as slow breaths worked into and out of you.

Something changed then, and since that moment, he had been pretty attached to you. Not that you minded. It felt natural. He was your soulmate, after all.

“Princess, have you seen my—” Digger popped his head into your bedroom, frozen in his tracks when he saw you there, laying on your bed, reading a book.

“What?” You asked coyly.

“Nothing, I just…” He smirked and stepped into the room. “Would you like some company?”

“Weren’t you looking for something?”

“Yeah, my heart, and it seems you’ve been hiding it in here with you.” He replied, walking over to your bed and climbing on next to you. He gently guided your book away from you and took its place on your chest instead, looking at you with his sparkling eyes, his weight comforting on top of you.

“And here I thought you were the thief.”

“Reformed, darlin’.” He said, unable to keep the smile off of his face. For one of the only times in his life, not only did Digger feel safe, but he finally felt happy, and he knew as long as he was by your side, that feeling would never fade.

[nightingaelic]

could you do Fallout New Vegas companion’s reactions to a Courier Six who is also the Lone Wanderer telling their stories from their time in DC? (bonus points for Arcade’s reaction to them hating the enclave, and if that would make him decide to keep his past hidden even longer, or if he would still tell them?)

The logistics and implications of this make my head spin. This is also super long, honestly I should just quit writing reacts and start writing fics OH WAIT

Getting the courier talking was a tough thing to do, but on nights where the moon was full and the coyotes' howls were miles away or at least behind some stout walls, on nights where they were a few beers in and they hadn't seen another living soul in a few days, that Mojave Express deliverer started to reminisce. That wasn't really the surprising part, though. No, the surprising part was what they would remember, fondly or not-so-fondly: A world apart from the desert, a continent away on another coast, and stories of life in a vault, a missing father, pure water and a Brotherhood divided.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade didn't mind these moods, at least when they first cropped up. He nodded along as the courier talked about living in their father's shadow, about feeling cornered by their own family's legacy. He hung on their words about living in the cradle of America's history, about Project Purity, all of the gritty details of modifying a GECK to bring water to a devastated wasteland.

Eventually though, the courier's memories soured, with the arrival of Enclave remnants in their life. Arcade folded into himself with every harsh word, every jolt of plasma that had disrupted his friend's world relived in horrific detail. They gestured angrily as they described their newfound purpose, their battle for power with the fractured Brotherhood of Steel at their back, and their smug satisfaction at the moments they were able to crack open Raven Rock and the Enclave's mobile base crawler and lay waste to their tormentors.

It took a few rounds of these stories before the courier noticed he shrank and grew quiet whenever they neared the end of their story about breaking into another vault to find the GECK. They stopped abruptly one night. "What's up with you?"

"Um..." Arcade scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Nothing. Nothing, I just... have some personal experience with the Enclave, myself."

The courier sighed. "Yeah, there's a few people walking around the West Coast that have similar stories to mine. Arroyo's full of them, for one. Is it something like that?"

Arcade took a deep breath. "I feel... well, it's a lot closer to home, for me. Close enough to raise questions, so I don't talk about it much."

"Close enough to..." The courier twisted their face up in confusion for a moment, before realization set in and their eyes grew large. "You were... your... oh."

"Mmm-hm."

"Well, fuck me." The courier smiled and popped a cap off of another beer. "I've been doing all the talking, haven't I? Let's hear your story about working with the guys in power armor who ruined my life, right after dad did."

Craig Boone: Whenever the courier started up like this, Boone couldn't help but notice a familiar twinge of regret and self-doubt in their voice. It shone through most clearly when they spoke about their time with the Brotherhood of Steel, the men and women they'd fought alongside and lost during their struggle against the remnants of the Enclave. It was there, too, in their story about returning to the vault they grew up in, setting the chaos that had arisen in their wake to rest, but not being able to go back to the way things were.

Boone didn't pry. He knew that feeling well. Instead, he cracked open bottles of beer, liquor, soda, whatever they had on hand during their nights in the desert, and just listened. He'd done the same for Carla, when they were younger and new to each other and he couldn't get enough of her voice and how it flowed endlessly, easily, the way his never could. He absorbed it all now as he did then: The joy, the pain, the loss, the fear, the triumphs and falls and abandoned dreams that filled the courier up and drove them to travel west, beyond anything they had ever known.

That last part stumped Boone a bit, though. "Why didn't you stay?" he finally asked one night.

They looked surprised. "Stay? Stay where? I didn't have a home anymore."

Boone shook his head. "With the Brotherhood. Or some other settlement."

"Like Megaton?" The courier sighed. "I thought about it. Close to the vault, friendly people, easy work... I guess I just didn't want to wind up... stuck."

They flushed red and looked away from him. Boone knew why they were embarrassed, but he also knew the truth in their words.

Sometimes the courier cried after they had finished, though they did their best to hide it. Boone pretended not to notice. He was pretty sure they knew he was pretending, but he was also pretty sure that pointing it out would be worse than just letting it be an open secret between them. The silence between them endured, but something grew inside it and flourished. Some kind of deeper understanding.

Lily Bowen: The more the courier spoke, the more Lily made connections in her muddled mind. Of course they knew the basic layout of most vaults, they had grown up in one. Of course they were extra-sensitive to the Mojave heat, they had come to the desert from the cooler of the two coasts. Of course they'd been extra-wary around the super mutants or nightkin of Jacobstown, they had only known angry super mutants looking to grow their own numbers through any means necessary.

Their shared experience of growing up inside a vault reminded Lily of happier days, and she often asked questions about Vault 101 during the courier's stories. "Were you sweet on anyone inside your old home?" she asked, with a big smile befitting a proud grandma.

The courier blushed. "That's not very polite, Lily."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dearie."

"No, no it's okay." The courier smiled. "There was a boy who picked on me a lot, but I never figured out whether he did it because he hated me or liked me. His name was Butch. And there was Amata, my childhood friend. She was the daughter of the Overseer."

"Daughter of the Overseer?" Lily grinned. "I'm sure she was a lovely young woman."

The courier looked a little misty. "Yeah. She was. Probably still is."

Lily pulled a handkerchief that used to be a small tablecloth from inside her overalls and handed it over. "Maybe we can go back there together, pumpkin," she offered. "I always wanted to travel to the capital. We can visit your friends, see the sights."

"Yeah, maybe someday." The courier accepted the gift and blew their nose. "I've got some things I need to finish up here before I even think about wandering back east, though."

"Then let's make a list and do our chores," Lily said happily. "Number one?"

"Ohhhh, man." The courier smiled up at her. "I wouldn't even know where to start."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul got a faint smile on his face whenever the courier started up like this, as if their memories reminded him of another place he had come from, another time. While they couldn't have more different backgrounds, pasts- hell, he had several hundred years on the courier, even if they shared the same road today- there was something in the description of the other roads they had walked that made him feel warm on a cold night.

"What's on your mind?" The courier asked him one night, when Raul's smile grew larger than usual.

"Nada, boss," he reassured them. "You're just a good reminder that I can change my mind about the future anytime I'd like. Tell me the one about that radio DJ again."

"Again?" The courier rolled their eyes. "Why? I could tell you a million stories about Underworld and all the ghouls that lived there, but all you want to hear about is Three Dog. You'd probably have more in common with the Underworld folks, honestly."

Raul nodded noncommittally. "Sí, but my favorite stories are about people who had to rise above bad situations and become someone uncommon. Anyone who's able to do that is either fighting for something great or running from something terrible. Sometimes both."

The courier shot him a skeptical look. "Three Dog's holed up in his radio station 24/7, he's not running from anything or out fighting for anything. All that stuff about 'the good fight' is a load of bull."

"Now, now, Six," Raul chastised. "Just because he looks like your average pendejo doesn't mean he isn't doing his part. You even told me his radio show is inspirational for the Capital Wasteland folks."

The courier held their hands up in the air and bobbled them, as if balancing an invisible scale. "The duality of man. Being an average pendejo, or convincing everyone around you that you aren't actually an average pendejo and can pull off miracles."

Raul laughed. "And which one are you, boss?"

"Eh, I'm still figuring it out."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass was never one for fixating on her own past, but she couldn't help but sympathize with the courier whenever they deigned to add onto their unbelievable story. It was hard enough for her to navigate her own damn life: She couldn't imagine being called upon to steer an entire area's destiny.

After another night of recalling their life inside a vault with their dad, then their unexpected loss of him right after being reunited on the surface, the courier stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry," they said.

Cass paused her swig of precious whiskey. "What?"

"I keep going on and on about my dad, and here you are not knowing what happened to yours."

"Eh." Cass took her drink and waved her hand around until the burning swallow made its way down. "S'loads of people in the wasteland without a clue what happened to their pops. I'm not special. In fact, I'd say it probably hurts a bit more, what happened with yours."

"Well, all the same." The courier sank deeper into their seat and examined their own bottle of spirits. "I feel like an open book, tonight. Anything you want to know about where I came from that I haven't already spilled?"

Cass thought for a moment. "Tribals."

"What about them?"

"Does the East Coast have them? You're not the first traveler I've met from there, but none of you have so much as mentioned any tribals out east."

"Mmm." The courier looked thoughtful. "I guess we do have them, though maybe not in the traditional sense. There's a mess of them in Point Lookout for sure, and at least one tribal group in the Capital Wasteland outright, but beyond that things are more... loose. Fewer intact families, fewer intact homes."

"Huh." Cass took another drink. "Maybe that's where my dad went."

She let the courier stew in the awkward silence for a bit before she grinned and reached out to smack them. "Just kidding. Keep going. I want to hear about that giant robot again."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica usually sat and listened, spellbound, picturing a chapter of her order that had realized the very thing she kept trying to tell the Elders and made the ultimate sacrifice to follow their hearts anyway.

Well, maybe Elder Owyn Lyons hadn't come to the same realization as her, but he had had a change of heart that split his company and cut them off from almost everyone they had ever known. It had been five years since the High Elders had instituted radio silence toward their East Coast chapter, and so far there had been no attempts to re-establish contact.

Veronica prodded the courier for any info she could get about the Capital Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel. The courier let slip pretty early in their friendship that Elder Owyn Lyons had passed away, which wasn't unexpected. The man was 76 years old, after all. She learned on one particularly emotional night that his daughter, Elder Sarah Lyons, was also dead, something she wasn't sure even the Western Elders were aware of. That memory was clearly painful for the courier though, so Veronica didn't press for details.

"And the Enclave?" the Scribe asked one night, arms wrapped around her knees. "Are they completely gone?"

The courier grew cold. "Yes. I made sure of it."

"Right." Veronica nodded. "So the Brotherhood took over the air force base they were at. It must have been chock-full of tech and resources, if it was the Enclave's last stand."

"It was." The courier sighed and shifted in their seat. "And it woke up some of our brothers and sisters to their original mission in the Capital Wasteland. I thought maybe that selfishness had died with Liberty Prime, but... well, I didn't like it, so I left."

"Mmm, yeah." Veronica nodded again, sympathetically this time. "I know how you feel. Felt."

"Feel," the courier agreed. "I just wish there was more I could've done. Maybe there wasn't anything else, short of seizing power."

"You'd definitely get pushback for that in the Brotherhood," Veronica agreed. "But you might get that chance out here in the broader Mojave."

ED-E: At first, ED-E enjoyed the stories, trumpeting and cooing various beeps at the appropriate moments for emphasis. The one time the courier began badmouthing the Enclave, however, the eyebot waited until they had finished before playing back the first tape that Dr. Whitley had recorded before its trip.

The courier listened to the scientist's words from years ago, deflating slightly as it played out. When the tape had finished, they stood up and checked the eyebot over. "He sent you toward Navarro, huh?"

ED-E beeped affirmation, and the courier sighed. "But Navarro was already gone. I'm sorry. I guess I'm... well, me and the Brotherhood of Steel back east are responsible for your previous master's decision to send you away. Might be responsible for more, too."

ED-E beeped sadly. The courier pressed their forehead against the eyebot's metal dome in apology.

Rex: Well, surprising for most. Rex was not most. As soon as the courier got really into their recollections, Rex usually yawned and went to sleep. He stirred when he felt their hand reach down to scratch the ruff of his neck, or pat the glass dome that held his brain.

"Good dog," the courier said, through the veil of sleep. "You remind me of another pup that used to follow me around."

[tteokdoroki]

💜- Keigo and Rumi having the best after care for their rut and heat. Like when the sex frenzy is over and they both see what state you’re in, they are the most gentle and kind partners. Just picture Keigo holding you to his chest, trying to keep you away for long enough to get some water and food in you, and Rumi is holding your face, having you open your mouth so she can slowly pour water in your mouth so you don’t even have to lift the bottle. And keigo praising you for drinking your water, calling you a good girl and that you’re doing so well.

And Rumi feeding you dumplings and rice and soup so you can have good food, something that’s not microwaved or a protein bar to keep you going. And when your basically asleep snuggled up to Keigo’s chest, Rumi holds one more dumping up to you lips and SATs,” come on honey, last one then you can go to sleep,” and they both are so happy when you finish your food.

Keigo picks you up while you sleep to carry you into the one room you weren’t fucked in, they call it the after care room. You and Keigo cuddle while Rumi cleans the main bedroom, refilling the mini refrigerator in the bedroom with snacks, food and waters and she changes the sheets and blankets. She even throws a few towels and clothes in the washer and the dryer so they will be warm after your bath.

Of course she gets to cuddle with you in the bathtub as Keigo straightens up the rest of the house, his feather helping him with the chores. They don’t want you lifting a finger till you’re all better, and they don’t want you worrying about anything. Right now their focus is on pampering you.

You wake up in the bathtub with Rumi gently massaging your body, she had already washed your hair and body so now she is doing what she can to relieve the soreness and pain you feel throughout your body. Of course she peppers your face with kisses as you wake up. You’re just so cute that she can’t help but dawn over your doe eyes expression.

And keigo comes in the bathroom with warm towels as he dries you off, then lays you on the bed naked so he and Rumi can massage your aching body. Nothing sexual, they just want to take care of their baby. And at the end you’re a puddle underneath their hands, practically asleep and they gently dress you in a warm t-shirt that Keigo threw in the dryer, and tuck you in bed with them, the sheets are warm and a movie plays in the background as you cuddle with your two pro heros, as they tell you how much they appreciate you

i just wanna be their babies pleade :(( 🥺💞

[whenimaunicorn]

Playing House - Part 6

The madness continues as the Reader wakes up Sunday morning, ready to figure out how to find balance in the new facts of her love life!

Catch up: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (you can also find the whole thing on ao3)

Words: 4974 and most of them explicit

Would it really be like Ivar said? Now that the thrall game is in full effect, will these boys really be giving it to you at all hours of the day? A montage of images flash through your mind: you’re sweeping the floor until Ubbe drags you to the couch. You’ve just gotten back up on shaky legs when Ivar appears, handcuffs dangling from his finger. Ubbe soothing your wrists later while slipping himself inside one more time. The chores keep getting done, barely, but your clothes are never fully on anymore.

Just thinking about it, the warmth between your legs makes you shift positions. How can you be this wet again already? In the past two days, you’ve gotten more action than you’d had in . . . well . . . longer than you want to say. Your pussy shouldn’t be throbbing with need like this. It’s not neglected at all. You should be overwhelmed, really, given everything that’s happened. Instead, here you are, like a sailor on shore leave, horny as fuck at nine in the morning just dreaming of which of these two Lothbroks is going to put their hands on you next.

You’ve always been the first one up in the morning, at least on weekends. Especially since you’ve got brunch with your family today. You slipped out from under Ivar’s arm when your alarm went off, not wanting to disturb him by hitting the snooze. Your morning routine starts with a cup of coffee on the couch while you finish waking up. You’ve got your knees curled up under a blanket, phone in hand, although you’re mostly just daydreaming. You’ve probably already sat here just a little bit too long. You’re trying to make yourself get up and get ready for the day when Ubbe lumbers into the room.

“Morning, beautiful.” Sporting an adorable bedhead and a sleepy grin when he sees you curled up against the arm of the couch, Ubbe makes himself right at home under the other end of your blanket. You’re about to move your legs and give him room, but he spoons himself around your hip and stops your retreat with a strong hand on your thigh. “Is that coffee?” He wraps his fingers around the mug in your hand.

“There’s more in the pot.”

“But this is right here.” He takes a long sip from your mug, with your fingers trapped underneath his. Icy blue eyes sparkle at you from behind the rim. He makes a satisfied sound when he releases it.

You huff and pull it away from him. Ivar is hard to talk back to; you feel more of an urge for it with Ubbe. “This one’s mine, get your own!”

Ubbe just smiles and scoots in closer. “Fine by me. I like a different kind of pick-me-up in the morning, anyway.” He drops his head and nuzzles into your neck, his close-cropped beard tickling pleasantly as he mouths over your skin.

Oh. His body scoops even closer around the back of yours, his hands running up and down your pajama-clad form. You set the coffee cup down.

This may have started out with a lazy Sunday vibe, but Ubbe’s stroking hands find their way quite quickly underneath your clothing. With one hand scooping around your breast and the other diving between your thighs, he his not wasting time this morning. When you part your legs his finger slides so, so easily through your swollen folds. You’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. “You needed me, didn’t you,” he murmurs in your ear. “You’ve got a pussy that always wants to be filled.”

He plunges in, finding his way so fast and slick that he immediately switches to two fingers, pressing as deep as he can before pulling out more slowly, teasing at your g-spot while you writhe back against him.

There’s mischief in his eyes when you look up. He’s still in control of himself, while you are devolving into a panting mess already. He stares down at you while his fingers piston and you squirm underneath him.

“How much trouble would you be in if he came out right now.”

Your eyes roll over to the dim hallway. As far as you know, Ivar’s not awake yet.

Ubbe twists his fingers, hitting you deeper, more deliciously. “Hm?”

“I—I don’t know,” you gasp, closing your eyes and focusing on cumming before you have to find out.

“Think he’d mark you up again?” Something in Ubbe’s voice makes you look up; his gaze is heated, blazing with that icy fire only his pale eyes can get. “I like thinking about that. More welts in your perfect skin because of me.”

“You want to put some there yourself?” You can barely believe you said it, but you’re just dying to know how kinky Ubbe can really get.

His fingers slow. His other hand curls into your hair. “How much time before you have to go to that brunch?”

“Shit.”

His chuckle is deep and rich. “Is being late an option?”

Disappointment loosens the coil that’s been winding up at your center. “Not really.”

His heavenly fingers retreat. Your pussy is still as needy as ever. “Then you’d better get that sweet ass up. We keep going right now, I’m gonna make your legs stop working.” He gives your butt a lazy, dismissive slap. “But I’m coming for this thing as soon as you get back. I hope you don’t have any plans the rest of the day.”

* * *

You fumble the keys a little on your way back into the apartment. Ubbe’s more than likely to follow through on his promise, and you’ve got the distinct feeling of entering a predator’s lair now, rather than your own apartment. The only thing that might stop him would be if Ivar were also in there, but then he’d probably be the one taking you back to his room to do something even more intense. It’s enough to soak a girl’s panties before anyone’s even touched her.

Everything looks normal when you open the door. No one in sight. You laugh at yourself a little for the apprehension. What, did you think that Ubbe was waiting in the living room to pounce on you? You set your purse down and grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Is that you, Y/N?” Ubbe calls from his bedroom.

“Yeah, hey.”

“Hey,” he says back, matching your casual tone. “Bring me a beer when you get a chance?”

You grab two. The first room down the hallway is Ivar’s. A little thrill creeps up the back of your neck as you pass his open door, but he doesn’t seem to be inside. While you love the ways he’s been claiming you, it’s equally exciting to think that he won’t be stopping you from going to Ubbe this time. On a sudden impulse, you duck into your own room before making it all the way to the last door. From the look of the flickering lights reflecting through the Ubbe’s doorway, he’s playing a video game in there. You decide there’s no rush to join him, and maybe you want to be wearing something a little sexier when you do.

You’ve got this red bra with a matching thong. Satin, with lacy edgings. Not really something you’d want to wear all day, but perfect to slip into now, when there’s basically a 99.9% possibility that they’re going to be peeled off your body within a few minutes. You consider strutting into Ubbe’s room wearing nothing but that, see what kind of cartoon wolf face he makes, but ultimately decide that you’re not going to make this so easy on him. You’ll go in casual, in your regular t-shirt and shorts, and let him make the first move.

When you open your door, Ubbe’s already looming in his, one arm up against the doorframe like he was prepared to be waiting a long time for you. His eyes are wolfish indeed, even without any lingerie to look at. He reaches out one hand. “That mine?”

You’re still carrying two beers. You hand him one, and he brings it to his lips without moving from the doorway.

He looks you up and down. “I thought you were changing in there.”

You shift your weight. “I did.”

“Isn’t that what you were wearing when you left?”

You just nod.

His eyes flick down your body again. He steps forward, reaches his hand up to your shoulder. You stay still, watching his face as he hooks one finger in your collar and pulls the shirt to the side until he can see the bright red, lacy strap hiding underneath. He smiles. “Alright, Little Red.”

You cock an eyebrow. “What does that make you, the Big Bad Wolf?”

Ubbe’s smile is dark. “Oh, Ubbe. What a big dick you have.”

You suppress a giggle. Definitely can’t argue with that. You look back down the hallway. “Ivar’s not here?”

He shakes his head. “Shopping. Said he’d be gone for a while.”

“Oh.”

Ubbe angles his body a little further into the room. “Wanna come in?”

“What happens if I do?”

His smile is dark and full of promises. “I’ll show you what I can do when I actually have room to work.”

The assault you had been expecting earlier comes just about as soon as you set foot across his threshold. You get a brief glimpse of rumpled bed, soda cans stacked around a glowing monitor on a racing game’s menu screen, and clothes littering the floor before Ubbe grasps you by the back of the neck, slams the door shut behind you, and presses your back into it.

“What is it about you,” he murmurs between kisses. “Last night was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.” His teeth scrape against the bottom of your jaw. “And yet here I am, still as fucking hot for you as if I hadn’t been laid in months.”

He’s tugging your shirt off already. Your heart is racing like crazy; you let him take the bottle out of your hands, lift your arms, and give into it. So much for making him work for anything.

A guttural sound comes out of his throat when he sees the way your tits are served up in red lace. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up against the wall.

You squeeze your legs around him tight as he hitches you up high enough to balance that way for a while. He buries his face in your chest. Lips drag across skin and lace, sloppy and wild. He shifts the angle of his hips and something hard is digging right into the center of your needy pussy. It might just be his belt buckle but whatever it is feels fucking good. You buck your hips against it, clutching at the back of his neck, scraping your fingers through his close-cropped hair.

With another rich, low groan, Ubbe pulls you tight against him and rotates away from the wall, carrying you several steps to his bed before throwing you down. He’s definitely intent on showing off. His knees press between your legs as you recline back and envelop yourself in the scent of his sheets.

One arm flexing quickly behind his head snaps his t-shirt off, revealing the broad chest he works so hard on at the gym. A light dusting of hair adds interest to his chiseled pecs. The action has pulled a fringe of his perpetually messy, dirty blonde hair down toward his eyes as he takes a half a second just to gaze at you on your back beneath him in his bed. His smile is proud and hungry, and then he drops down to cover you.

Not that the car sex wasn’t hot. Or the wild makeout sesh up against the brick wall outside that party. But there’s really nothing better than being able to stretch out and entwine your limbs like this, to feel the weight of his body on top of yours as he embraces you in devouring need.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text message notification. Your first thought is Ivar, and you wriggle under Ubbe to get it out before you’ve even fully made the decision to do so. You break your lips away from his face just far enough to check out the screen.

It’s a message from Lauren. I can’t believe you haven’t called me yet. Ubbe?! You owe me the tea!

Your lips quirk in a quick smile.

“Who’s that,” Ubbe asks.

“Just my friend Lauren.” Pushing the button to turn the screen off, you twist up to set the phone on the nightstand.

“From last night?”

“Yeah. She wants to know what happened after I went home with you.”

Ubbe smirks. “Not going to be able to explain that in a text message.”

“No.”

“Well,” he says, running one hand up your thigh, heading for the waistband of your shorts, “since you haven’t released any reviews on me yet, how about I give you a little bit more to talk about.” He slides down your body, taking your shorts down with him.

You take a deep breath as he strips your legs bare and settles in between them. His fingers curl around the straps of the red thong, his breath hot against your lower belly as he teases the top of your panty line.

“Can’t do this in a car,” he murmurs, and rubs his nose along the crease of your thigh, nudging your legs wider apart for him. His fingers dance along the satin, tracing over your mound and following the strip of fabric as it narrows down and down between your thighs. “You put this on just for me?”

“Uh-huh,” you moan as he loops a finger under the side strap and snaps it.

“Did you soak the first pair through just thinking about what I was going to do to you when you got home?”

You say yes, of course you do.

Ubbe’s fingertip sneaks under the elastic hem right at your center, dragging moisture up from your core and around your swollen clit. “Now where did I leave off this morning…?”

“Two fingers in,” you recall helpfully.

Ubbe obliges. You weren’t quite as wet as you thought, but the friction feels good, the slight forcing of his way erotic as you give yourself over to this beast for the fourth time in . . . fuck, less than 24 hours. How is it that you still don’t feel like you’ve had enough? He drags in and out slowly, then uses his other hand to pull the fabric of the panties as far to the side as they’ll go. His warm breath hits your exposed clit as he repositions his body, then his lips close over you and everything is hot and slick and entirely his.

Ubbe clearly loves the pussy. He licks you broad and firm and thoroughly, and when you look down his eyes are closed like he’s savoring his favorite meal. Two fingers are still inside you and he works them in perfect tandem with his tongue. His pace is unhurried, somehow exuding a confidence that’s tightening the coil inside you faster than if he had actually been trying to get you off quickly. He makes happy little sounds as he eats you, and pushes his fingers in deeper.

You clutch at his hair, your legs twitching and writhing oddly as you try and control the uncontrollable. His tongue settles into a steady rhythm, batting across your clit in time with the curling of his fingers from the inside.

“Ubbe,” you wail, voice tight with the coming storm.

“Already?” he laughs, but his fingers don’t miss a beat. “I love it, princess, don’t hold back. I’m gonna make you cum so many times that you can’t think straight anymore.”

Then he latches back onto your clit and sends you spiraling up to the heavens. You can actually feel your body clenching and pulsing around his fingers as you come wailing through clenched teeth. His rhythm slows to gentle rocking as your consciousness floats back down, but he never entirely stops. Dreamy, you chase aftershock after aftershock, fucking yourself softly over his hand, until you realize you’re actually revving up to come a second time.

This seems to be his plan. “You close enough to cum again now,” he lifts his head from your clit to ask softly, “or do I have time to get in there first?”

Fuck. The very idea of Ubbe’s big dick pressing in between your still-shuddering walls is almost enough to make you blow again right now, but you manage to breathe out a quick “give it to me” as you try to hold on for him.

He climbs up the bed to the nightstand, fishing for a condom. You scoot yourself up a little higher too, getting comfy against the pillows and slipping off the twisted thong with shaky limbs. He tears the wrapper with his teeth and smooths the rubber down over his bobbing erection.

Your phone starts to ring. Ivar’s face appears on the glowing screen, and you both just stare at it for a moment.

Ubbe reaches out.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes are sparkling as he scoops up your phone. “If Ivar needs something, you should answer him.” He drags his thumb across the green icon to accept the call.

You suppress an outraged gasp as the naked, condomed Ubbe kneels between your legs while reaching up to press the phone against your ear. “H-hey Ivar.” You hold it up with both hands and do your best to sound completely normal.

“I was thinking of picking up Thai food on my way home,” Ivar says without preamble. Ubbe wraps one big hand under each of your thighs, spreading you wider. “Do you want me to get something for you?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, realizing too late that you’d probably have to talk less if you had said no.

Ubbe’s got one hand on his dick, and you watch almost in horror as he lines that thing up to slide into your soaked and throbbing pussy right the fuck now.

No way in hell you’re stopping him, though. Walking the line like this is turning you on as much as him.

“Whaaat do you want me to get you?” Ivar asks, dragging out the first syllable in unspoken query about your prolonged silence.

You desperately try and remember the name of any dish they might serve at a Thai restaurant as you feel Ubbe’s blunt head prodding against your entrance. “Pad—pad see… the one with the thin little noodles.”

“Pad Wun Sen,” Ivar corrects you, right as Ubbe presses on home.

It wouldn’t be so difficult to sound normal if Ubbe just weren’t so damned thick. The stretch of him all at once takes the breath out of you, so as you try to answer Ivar in the affirmative you end up sounding way too much like a porn actress with the high-pitched “yeah!” that squeals out of your lungs. You fake a cough to cover it, also an unconvincing sound as Ubbe grinds his hips tightly against yours, and try again. “Yeah, that’s the one.” He slides out slowly. The thick, dark, self-satisfied grin spreading across his face is making Ubbe Lothbrok look like evil incarnate above you as he shoves himself back in with a second merciless thrust. At least you kept your mouth closed for that one, only trying to speak once he’s sunken in to the hilt. “I never seem to remember that name.” The deep, aching stretch of him makes it so hard not to moan, but you think your voice sounds more normal that time.

“What are you doing right now, pet?” You wish you could see Ivar’s face, because he sounds like he’s laughing at you while trying to pretend that he’s not.

“Um, nothing. I just slipped a little.”

Ubbe slips himself out of you, chuckling silently.

“Slipped how?”

You try to close your legs before he can slam into you again, but Ubbe catches your knee and you can’t quite lock him out. “I’m, uh,” you grunt at the struggle, “just mopping the floor.”

“Ah. Yes. You must have found something absolutely filthy, I can hear how hard you’re working. Did you get a little bit too wet?”

You don’t fight Ubbe very hard, but it’s fun to make him pry your legs apart before he can sink himself in again. Besides, feeling the strength of his arms is turning you on, and you’ll take any excuse to get it a little rough. “Yeah, think so.” Ubbe’s cock proves unescapable, jamming back into you again before you can think of anything more clever to say back to Ivar. With that many puns, he has to know exactly what’s going on. And teasing you mercilessly. But if you drop the façade, does it count as Ivar “catching you?” You’d better play it safe and keep pretending, no matter how poor a job you’re doing of it.

“Meat?” Ivar says.

“What?” You feel like you’re really starting to lose the battle as Ubbe pulls your legs up around his hips and starts fucking you deep, with a steady, sensuous rhythm.

“What’s your choice of meat.”

“Oh, uh, chicken.” Each one of those breathy words was punctuated by a thrust that fills you achingly to the brim.

“Alright.” Is that rich, thick amusement you’re hearing in Ivar’s voice? You hold your breath and try to listen. “Anything else? Maybe something for Ubbe?”

You meet those icy blue eyes, helplessly torn between your need to get this conversation over with, and the submissive desire to make sure your man isn’t left without any dinner. What would a good little thrall do? “Hey Ubbe,” you say, trying to make it sound like you’re talking to someone across the room and not inches away from your face. “Want something from the Thai restaurant?”

Ubbe shakes his head, grinning before he bites his lip and thrusts into you deeper.

“Nope,” you chirp to Ivar. You think about the heavenly treatment your pussy got so recently and add: “He already ate.” You feel yourself clench around him as another wave of arousal hits you at the memory.

“Ah,” Ivar says. “Enjoy the rest of your cleaning, then. Make sure you do it nice and deep, for me. And I expect you to be finished by the time I return. I’m ordering now, and I’ll be home with hot food as soon as it’s ready.”

Ubbe’s stuffing you so good you want to screech through your teeth, but you manage to keep your voice sounding human enough to end the call. “Thanks!”

You turn off the phone and resist the urge to throw it across the room. You let yourself have one long, loud, lusty groan to blow off the tension, then you start slapping at Ubbe with both hands. “Bastard! What the fuck was that?”

His cock slides out of you in the struggle, but he catches your arms quickly enough, grinning down into your face. “Super fucking hot, is what it was.”

You just might happen to agree, but you still want to fight. You shove him away from you, getting up onto your knees for more leverage to slap at him some more.

Ubbe detects the playfulness in your aggression and meets it with a growl and a grappler’s grip on your upper arms. You wiggle and struggle and even pretend to bite him until he’s had enough. Suddenly he’s got you flipped around on your stomach, face pressing into the mattress as he climbs onto your back. “Biting me? You think you can get away with that?” His jaws close over the fleshy part of your shoulder.

It’s a love bite, really, not anything meant to hurt, but the savage edge to his voice really sold it and you squirm in excitement underneath him.

“Like that, do you? Dirty girl.” He keeps you held down with one hand in the center of your back and slides down to close his teeth over your flank. Much harder this time. “You’re too fucking wild.” He growls like a beast when you try to squirm away. “Oh no I’m not done with you.” His lips travel to the swell of your ass, where he bites down so hard that you squeal.

When he releases his jaws you almost get away from him. He has to swing most of his body back over yours to ride you back down to the mattress.

He nips at your ear in a primal signal to stay still. “You want it rough, I can give you rough.” You feel his erection against the back of your thigh, waiting, and you realize that was actually a consent question.

“Fuck, yeah,” you say eagerly. “If you think you can claim me, then claim me.”

He prods at you from behind; it’s a little hard to find his mark when you’re not making it easy for him. With a swipe of his knee he opens your legs wider, and then fuck, he pushes right in. It feels impossibly deep from this angle, like he’s about to come out through your bellybutton. You were joking about the claiming thing, it just seemed to fit the animalistic vibe, but it sure is a hot fucking thought as he slams into your helpless, immobilized hips.

You can’t do much besides arch your back and take it. Every thrust has him grinding against your g-spot from this angle; heat builds quickly behind it until you’re keening, wild sounds that fill the room.

The filthy words keep spilling out between Ubbe’s gritted teeth. “Take it – you fucking glorious – ah – so fucking good – take it just like that.” He takes a fistful of hair to pull your face up from the mattress. “I wanna see, how you –”

There’s probably more coming out of his mouth but you can’t hear it anymore as another orgasm rips through your body, the pressure on your g-spot hitting just right at the new angle that Ubbe forced into your back.

Once you’re conscious of anything besides the roaring pleasure inside your own body, Ubbe’s not capable of words anymore. He’s fucking into you hard and fast and with a long, guttural groan that has to mean he’s coming too. His pace sputters, then he buries himself to the hilt and just stays there, holding his breath for a bliss-filled moment. He exhales with everything he has left and then collapses on top of you.

You make a happy little sound. You don’t mind his weight. It’s cozy, and somehow flattering to feel so thoroughly and freely used for his comfort. He shifts just enough to wrap an arm around your shoulder, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck. He doesn’t move again until he’s caught his breath.

When he finally pulls his softening cock out of you, he sighs a little at his own sensitivity. He rolls back on his hip to strip the condom off and flings it across his room. “Wow,” he says, voice light and giddy. “That was—wow.” He settles back down beside you, making sure you’re facing him. “Um, was all that ok?”

You smile. “What do you mean?”

His eyebrows go up. “That got pretty wild by the end there. I hope I didn’t, like, hurt you.”

Stroking your fingers down the side of his face, you try not to look like you’re laughing at him. Boy really is a total newbie to kinks like yours. Although he certainly seems to share them. “I’m fine. Loved every minute of it. If it wasn’t working for me, really, I’d have stopped you.”

His brows furrow down, listening carefully.

“I’ll say ‘red light’ if I ever need you to stop what you’re doing.”

Ubbe nods.

“But I love it rough like that. That was hot as hell.” You rub your palm over the places where he bit you. The one on your ass is still sensitive.

“It was, wasn’t it.” Ubbe looks like a kid who’s discovered a new candy store has opened right on his street. “Fuck. I just like . . . you seemed like you were into it and I just went for it. It was just . . .” he closes his eyes, trailing off with an adorable crease between his brows as he remembers some tantalizing detail. “You like it like that all the time?”

You nod, shyly, but a nervous laugh slips out too. “I mean, I’d probably get sore after a while but, yeah. Fuckin’ throw me around.” Your eyes trail down to his chest, unable to be quite this honest under full eye contact. “Chase me, push me, pull me… I like to be forced to submit.”

An entirely pleased sound rumbles in his throat. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He pulls you in close, tucking your head under his chin. “You’re not like any of the girls I’ve known,” he sighs.

You kind of want to say maybe you’ve been dating the wrong girls. But then the uncomfortable topic of dating would be hanging between the two of you, and you don’t want to talk about that until things are more clear with Ivar. He’s the one you always saw yourself getting serious with. Ubbe’s just, well, fun. Although he’s been surprising you lately. Like right now. You know you can’t stay long, you have to be dressed and out of this bed before Ivar gets home as per his instructions, but for just a few more minutes, you snuggle deeper into Ubbe’s arms.

A/N: I know Ubbe’s been getting a lot of spotlight lately, but Ivar’s back with a vengeance next!!! Read On

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tag game - get to know me

tagged by the awesome @orangenfrottee - thank you, i haven’t done one of these in ages and these questions sound like so much fun! 💕

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? it’s grey on the back with black handle

2. name a food you never eat - hmm, i used to be such a picky eater but i recently slowly started eating a lot of food i used to despise... if you asked me a few months ago, i could write up a rather long list, but right now? the only thing that comes to mind are picked cucumbers 😬

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold, 100%. somehow, my body stays cold even when it is like 30 degrees, which is hella weird.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? eating lunch! i made bagels with ricotta, ham, cheese, egg and avocado and i had a couple of baby cucumbers along with it (mind you, not pickled ones) and it was super delicious.

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? i think twix is my favourite? or perhaps this slovak bar called ‘horalky’, which is basically wafers with peanut filling and sides dipped in chocolate... god, now i want one so desperately.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? i used to watch hockey a lot and i’ve been to a couple of games.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?  huh, i think it was my order when i went for coffee a couple of hours ago? (i got a latte and a piece of apple crumble cake, in case anybody’s wondering)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? i could eat ben&jerry every day, so it’s probably their ‘half baked’ or ‘phish food’. also, i’d die for a good mango sorbet.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? plain old water

10. do you like your wallet? i like how small and practical it is..... i’m trying to recall the last time i actually took it out of my backpack and i’m coming very short.

11. what is the last thing you ate? the bagels from question 4!

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i bought a pair of new masks last thursday and they arrived on monday - does that count?

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? haha, does the bake off count as a sporting event? if not, i think it would be some skiing competitions (slalom) last winter - my parents follow them rather closely and it kind of rubs off on me when i’m home with them.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? salty mixed with sweet!

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my boyfriend.

16. ever been camping? does setting up a tent in friend’s backyard and sleeping there count? if so, then yes.

17. do you take vitamins? not really... i sometimes take c during autumn for immunity, but i haven’t bought any this year so far... oh, i am taking probiotics right now, though i’m not sure whether that counts as vitamins.

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no.

19. do you have a tan? no, if i try to tan, i just turn pink (or red). though i’m pretty sure my skin is marginally lighter underneath where i wear my watch.

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza?  if going out, pizza; if i’m cooking, chinese.

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? if there’s ice in it, then yes; otherwise, i tend to skip the straw. 

22. what color socks do you usually wear? black or white.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? gonna be honest and say yes. not by crazy amounts or anything like that, but if i know the road and i can see quite far around and ahead, i will go 10ish% above the limit easily. not gonna lie, it’s especially easy on highways (though i nearly got fined last time i drove, so who knows how i’ll feel about it the next i’ll sit behind the wheel) 

24. what terrifies you? haha, like i’m going to share that.

25. look to your left, what do you see?  a shelf with alcohol bottles, glasses that don’t fit into our kitchen cabinet, an assortment of cameras and other photography equipment and a scanner. oh, and a window.

26. what chore do you hate most? taking out our organic waste bin - it starts smelling very bad very quickly plus the bin for it downstairs hadn’t been taken out in a very long time and it’s always covered by fruit flies and smells veeeery bad and i’m feeling yucky just thinking about it.

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? i think - hah, that person is australian, how cool.

28. what’s your favorite soda? i love san pellegrino. limonata is my go to, but i recently had lemon & mint and my god, that one is amazing.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? i go in, even if i drove there - i don’t like eating in my car.

30. what’s your favorite number? i’ve always had a special connection to number three, so let’s go with that.

31. who’s the last person you talked to? depends on what you mean by talked to - actually spoke to, with my voice? the bartender at my favourite coffee shop. had a meaningful conversation? probably with a customer service employee who’s helping me resolve an issue. just chatted to, without much of a point? my boyfriend.

32. favorite meat? hmm, probably ham?

33. last song you listened to? i’m currently listening to ‘cigarette daydreams’ by ‘cage the elephant’, though that’s going to change in a minute and half.

34. last book you read? ‘renegades’ by marissa meyer! it was so. good! i started the second book, ‘archnemesis’ yesterday and i’m even more in love. 100% recommend if you’re into superhero stories with secret identities and enemies-to-friends(-to-lovers). such an amazing series.

35. favorite day of the week? what even are days?

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? only crazy people can.

37. how do you like your coffee? oat latte with a bit of honey.

38. favorite pair of shoes? i own way too many shoes to be able to pick a single favourite pair.

39. time you normally get up? between 8:30 and 9:00.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets.

41. how many blankets are on your bed? none. there is one on the couch though.

42. describe your kitchen plates? we found this kitchen set in tesco after eating from paper plates for at least a week after moving in - there are four bowls, four small plates and four big plates (a year layer, we found two extra big bowls matching our set) - the bowls are grey from outside and white on the inside; the small plates are grey on the top and white on the bottom and the big plates are white on top and grey on bottom.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: very small - a third of it is a stove (with two heating pads? circles? whatever), another third is a sink and the last third is workspace with a small shelf for spices, cutlery etc, and a cutting board and knives stand. most of the workspace is taken up by a cutting board i used to cut avocado and cucumbers for lunch and there is a tiny pan (and i mean really tiny, like one egg sized) leftover on the stove. i’m probably going to do the dishes after i finish answering these.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? i’m not that picky, i’ll drink almost anything. i think i prefer fruity drinks though - i really like french martini or sex on the beach.

45. do you play cards? we used to play cards a lot with my parents and sister (and grandparents as well) - i love playing canasta, but you need four people for that, so i haven’t actually played in months... we also played a lot of joker and i taught my boyfriend to play this summer (not that he didn’t know how to play, he just wasn’t particularly good)... and we also play poker with a couple of our friends here from time to time

46. what color is your car? this is going to sound so bad, but i am actual not sure? we ended up finding quite a good deal on a car we wanted to get after uni, so we bought it - however, it is back in slovakia and both me and my boyfriend are stuck in uk right now. it’s either black or very dark blue, but for the love of my life, i can’t remember and the photos i found weren’t helpful at. all. (if it weren’t for covid, i’d be able to answer this question a lot better). oh, and the car i had before (my mom’s old car) is red.

47. can you change a tire? i like to think i’d be able to (after enough googling and youtube videos), but if there was somebody else with me, i’d gladly let them do it.

48. your favorite state or province? like in usa or what? i guess new york.

49. favorite job you’ve had? i don’t think i’ve particularly enjoyed any of the jobs i had so far - if i had to pick, i’d say working in an ice-cream shop, because if there is one thing that could make work during a very hot summer even slightly bearable, it’s the fact that every so often, you can nibble on a bit of an ice-cream.

i’m tagging @stonerbughead @strangenightsofdaydreams and @i-know-you-can - i know there is like 50 questions and that’s a lot, but they were actually a lot of fun? 

[d0llhousess]

self care

⇢Pairing: Kimishita Atsushi x Reader

⇢Requested?: No

⇢warnings/tags?: fluff (like a sickening amount of fluff), Kimishita is so in love that it damn near hurts, mild language, proplayer!Kimishita, domestic fluff basically, established relationships, slightly nsfw? (they take a shower together but it’s not sexual lmao)

⇢Summary: Living with a significant other can be a hard adjustment, yet Kimishita believes that he’s adapting quite well. He just wishes that your night time routine wasn’t so damn long. 

⇢word count: approx 2k

⇢A/N: this is completely self indulgent and I only wrote this because my night routine is hella long and i would love to force this grumpy boy to do it >.>

⤆ Back to the Masterlist           ~                crossposted on ao3 ⤇

Kimishita likes to believe that he’s a simple man. 

He doesn’t ask for much, and when he does ask for something, he likes to believe that it’s reasonable. 

So when the two of you first moved in together, the only thing he asked from you was to give him space from time to time, and keep up with your end of the chores---and you follow those guidelines well. Sure, it’s still an adjustment. He has to get used to sharing his living space with another human being, your little habits, and even adjust his sleeping schedule to fit yours, but it isn’t anything to gripe too much about. Besides, your quirks and habits aren’t as bad as others, so he has no complaints.

Well, he has one complaint. 

You take an abnormally long time to get ready for bed, and it drives him up a fucking wall. 

Again,  He is a simple man. He likes simple things such as patterned shirts, and going to bed at a reasonable time, yet apparently you do not. 

At first, it didn’t bother him.  

When you’d announce that you were heading to the bathroom to take a shower, he’d use that time to go over stats or past recorded games. Yet, instead of you exiting the bathroom after he’d done his work for the day, he’d find himself waiting in the bed for another hour completely alone. 

When you finally appeared out of the steam filled bathroom, he’d question you, but you’d just get an oddly teasing glint in your eyes and say-- “If you’re so snippy about me taking such a long time, just join me.”

So that’s how he finds himself in your shared bathroom the next night, glaring at the array of products that littered the counter. Frankly, all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed and have you in his arms, but you insisted on taking him through this elaborate routine. His seemingly permanent scowl deepened as his eyes grazed over the multitude of products on the small bathroom counter, and he suppressed a slightly over dramatic sigh. How the hell did you do this every single night?

“You don’t have to do this with me, ya know?” He hears you say, and his eyes shift from the products to your soft, smiling face. You’re still dressed in your work clothing with your hair pulled away from your face,  allowing him to see your radiant features. He knows that you’re attempting to give him an outing, that despite your eagerness to share this routine with him, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Kimishita’s gaze softens for a brief moment, and he looks back to the counter. 

“Don’t be stupid,” He grumbles, hand going to rub the back of his neck, “I said I would do it with you, didn’t I?” 

The only response you give him is a soft hum as you turn on the tap water, rinsing your hands off. His eyes follow your every movement, from the way you rinsed your fingers under the warm water, to the way you grabbed the facial cleanser off the counter once your hands were dry. Kimishita knows he should mimic your movements instead of just standing beside you like some idiot, but he just can't help but become entranced by you. Shit, you’re not doing anything extravagant, yet you somehow make the most mundane tasks look heavenly. 

You turn to him, gazing him with those soft innocent eyes that made him fall for you in the beginning of your relationship. He holds your gaze as you begin to place the cleanser on his face, moving in small circular motions as your lips spread into an even larger smile. 

“You do know that I could wash my own face, right?” He questioned, tone as gruff as ever, but you just let out a soft giggle that causes his heart to stutter. 

“Yeah, but where is the fun in that, Atsu?” You coo as your eyes flicker over his features,  “We’re supposed to be pampering ourselves.” 

“No,” He denies, “We’re supposed to be getting ready for bed.” 

You snort, eyes rolling as you continue your task, “Why does there have to be a difference?” 

He doesn’t answer your question, instead he watches as you step away from him and begin to apply the cleanser onto your own face. Seconds pass, and once he’s rinsed the cleanser off his face, he aids you by turning on the shower water as you pat your face dry. His gaze meets yours once more in the reflection of the mirror, and he hears you giggle once again. His lips twitch into it’s seemingly natural frown, and he raises a brow. 

“What?” He questions, and you shake your head, discarding the small periwinkle face towel in your hands. 

“You’re just so cute.” 

Kimishita’s brows furrows. He disagrees with your statement; he isn’t cute. Sure, he knows he’s attractive on some basic level, but cute just wasn’t an adjective meant to describe him. No, he was definitely not cute. But you? You were the cutest being he’s ever laid his eyes upon. Yet, he doesn’t tell you this. He just steps closer to you and begins to assist you in the task of removing your work clothing.

His touches are light as he avoids your gaze, quickly discarding your shirt and simple bra. He knows you’re staring at him with so much love in your eyes that if he met your stare head on, he’s sure his mind would short circuit. 

Instead, he helps you step out your pants and underwear, hands skimming over the smooth skin of your thighs, listening to the light laughter that left your lips as he grazed over one of your ticklish areas. Suppressing a snort as you somewhat stumble to get your ankle out of your pants leg, he begins to undress himself, watching as you languidly move to check the temperature of the shower’s water before you stepped under the warm spray. 

Once he is undressed, he joins you, a hand going to briefly rest itself on your waist as he reaches over you to grab the bodywash the pair of you share. Yet, before he could reach the translucent container, your hand is slapping at his wrist, and his eyes flicker down to your pouting face. 

“We have to exfoliate first!” You exclaimed, reaching for a completely different bottle and a small handheld exfoliating brush.  

His eyes rolled because of course there was an extra step.  He waits for you to pour the concoction on the brush and reaches to take the brush away from you, but you’re shaking your head, moving your hand just out of his reach. He raises a singular brow in question, and you’re tilting your head. 

“We’re pampering, remember?” You chastise him before going to exfoliate his warm damp skin. 

He doesn’t know why it’s considered ‘pampering’ if you do the task, but he doesn’t complain. Hell, he can’t complain when your small hands are caressing his skin as if he were made of porcelain. The slightly humid air of the bathroom is quiet as you focus on your task, and Kimishita allows his eyes to roam. He examines your soft features, the slight flush of your skin from the hot water, the soft curves and contours of your body as you reach up to brush at his broad shoulders. 

His eyes flicker to your smooth, pouty lips and before his mind can fully register his actions, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your movements still, eyes fluttering closed as you briefly indulge yourself in the soft kiss. There’s no heat in the kiss, no alternative motive for it. It’s just a simple peck between a man and the woman he loves. He pulls away, and once his eyes are fully open he can see the faint smile that plays onto your lips. 

“I love you too.” You mummer before resuming your task, and he allows a small smile to make its way onto his lips. After he is rinsed off, he returns the favor, gliding the brush across your already smooth skin, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. You take turns washing each other's bodies and hair, and after many moments, he’s wrapping a warm fluffy grey towel around your figure. 

As he begins to dry off his own body, he watches as you reach for the lilac scented lotion, and begin to massage the cream into your bare skin. He watches as your hands graze over the smooth planes of your body, and finds himself caught in a trance, only to blink out of it when he notices you handing the lotion to him. There's little ceremony in the way he quickly moisturizes his skin, and before he knows it, your small, soft hands are smoothing a toner across his unmarked face with freshly blow dried hair, and a pajama clad body.  

You’re gazing at him again with those love sick eyes, and he sure his own gaze mirrors yours. As you move to gather the face moisturizer, he still thinks that you could cut at least five steps out of your nightly routine, but he can’t deny the fact that his body feels extremely relaxed. Fuck, even his mind feels relaxed, which is a rarity for his overactive brain. It takes every bit of willpower in his body to not simply fall asleep against the caresses of your fingers as they massaged the moisturizer into his skin. 

“I promise we’re almost done,” You whisper, hands sliding down to his neck to massage the residue on your fingertips into his flushed skin. He just hums, opting to rub circles into the small patch of bare skin where your pajama shirt met your loose shorts. 

Kimishita allows you to finish your routine in comfortable quietness, the only sound in the air is your soft humming of whatever song that has become stuck in your head. He doesn’t gripe at you to hurry up like he usually does. No, he just watches you buzz through your half of the routine, before he tugs you into your shared bedroom. 

Finally, after almost two hours, he has you in his arms, something he has wanted since the moment you returned home from work.  Your head is resting on his chest, and he knows you’re listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat. Eyes fluttering closed, he allows himself to give into the complete relaxation that his body felt. 

He’s almost asleep, until he feels you begin to move. 

“Atsu?” You call out softly, and he opens his eyes once again, peering down at you with an annoyed expression, but he knows his glare doesn’t deter  you, instead it makes your smile widen. “It wasn’t that long, was it?” 

Kimishita rolled his eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night. 

 “Go to sleep.” He huffed out, shutting his eyes again, ears perking up slightly at the sound of your light jubilant giggles. 

“I love you, Atsushi.” 

Instead of verbally responding, Kimishita tilts his head down to place a small, soft kiss against your forehead. Settling back against his pillow, his fingers trail the side of your bicep. 

“I love you too, idiot.” 

[nic-214]

Maylor: Pretty Boy (1)

Brian blushes darkly his eyes on Roger Taylor the most popular boy in the whole fucking school. He had a string of girls following after him, as they pass by one of the girls a brunet with pink streaks bumps into him making him knock into the lockers, "Watch it crater face."

Brian touches his acne ridden face and he looks away, "It's not that m-many."

Freddie slowly comes to his side, "Bri?"

"Is it that noticeable?"

"What?" Freddie asks.

"My acne." Brian spat a little because of his braces.

Freddie squints and looks at his face closely, "You have more freckles than anything."

Brian fixes his bun and sighs sadly, "I wish I was like Roger."

"Who would want to be him? He fucked the principal's daughter! Vandalized lockers! Cheats on tests!"

They didn't realize Roger was looking over at them a smirk on his face. He walks himself back over, "Look at me as I say this curly,"

Brian kept his eyes to the ground clutching his books tightly in his thin arms. He could smell Roger's cologne, it made him smell heavenly.

"You can't be like me. You're too much of a softie.''

"How!"

"You cried when the classroom snake died!" Roger tells him laughing, "You're a cry baby."

Freddie pushes Roger back from Brian, "Stay away from him or I'll let all of Eastwood know your secret."

Roger growls, "You wouldn't dare."

"One more bullying incident and the video is leaked." Freddie warns.

Roger hisses and stomps off like a pissed off cat, "What secret?" Brian asks as the two walk to lunch.

Freddie leans in real close Brian could feel his hot breath tickle his ear, "This college senior, John last name starts with an L, he fucked Roger, okay? And he filmed it and give me the link. I've being using it as blackmail against Roger the entire time, I'm untouchable."

Brian shivers and picks at a zit on his chin, "That's wrong."

"Do you want the link?"

Brian pauses he felt something tingle and he looks to his older friend. It would be nice to humiliate Roger for a bit to let him know the video is being shared around, "I want it." he promises to himself not to send it to anyone else, that it will be just for blackmail purposes he won't even watch it.

"Good boy." Freddie says wiping out his phone.

...

Roger stands in front of Ms. Green the new English teacher she's young fresh out of college teacher,

"Well, Ms. Green do I still have detention now?" he didn't mean to throw the dictionary at Paul Prenter but he's too stupid to duck. A kid did yell out duck and Paul asked where so that was his own fault.

Ms. Green is pressed against her desk panting she shakes her head and blushes as Roger fixes the buttons on her blouse, "Y-You may go, Mr. Taylor."

Roger winks at her, "See you Friday." he licks his lips and leaves. Once he made sure she couldn't see him, the blond took a mad dash into the bathroom, "Disgusting." he spits into the trashcan and rises his mouth with the tap water.

"Not doing that again." Roger huffs drying his face off.

"Hey, R-Roger."

It was that Richard kid, he typically ran errands for the Pauls, or that George kid, sometimes he even worked for Lennon.

"What, Dickie." Roger says pushing away from the sink and strolling to him.

Richard exits the men's room and so does Roger, Paul McCartney was waiting out there he was Lennon's current boyfriend along with the two Asian girlfriends Lennon was screwing.

Roger stands their confused, "May I help you two?"

"Paul wanted you." Richard tells him.

"And he couldn't of stepped in there with me why?"

"They're gross." Paul pipes in, "Now that curly and the Muslim kid he hangs out with,"

"Sir, Fred's not Mus-"

Paul snaps his fingers, "Sit, Richard."

Richard sits down his face flush with humiliation, "Now as I was saying before the dumbass got in the way curly and the Muslim kid are starting to get too nosy with you and the scandal you caused."

"John fucking me?" Roger whispers.

"Yes.. Yes..." Paul says snapping his fingers again to Richard.

The boy hands Paul his phone, "I know a way for you to get even with the Muslim kid and curly in involves the upcoming prom. Make them wish they never got involved, got it?"

"What's in it for me?" Roger asks.

"560£." Paul tells him, "All cash."

Roger lowers his head, "What do I have to do?"

"Well you have too," Paul leans in and whispers in his ear.

...

Two weeks later, Freddie is getting Brian ready for the dance once the final touches were done Brian asks, "Well how do I look?"



"Stunning." Freddie says clapping his hands.

"How do I look?" Freddie asks doing a little twirl for him.



"Very gorgeous." Brian says fixing his corsage, "If you were my type I would totally shower you with love and affection right now."

Freddie giggles pulling his closest friend into a tight bear hug, Brian snuggles into his neck he felt safe and the faint scent of his perfume was calming, "Are you ready?"

Brian nods grinning ear to ear this was the first prom he's ever gone to and it made him so happy. This is the most attention he's ever received, his parents practically forgot they had a son so interactions basically were yelling that he forgot to do a chore or for them to sign something for him.

Freddie kisses his forehead, "Come lets get to you car and go."

Brian nods and gets into his car, he drives to prom with Freddie good god he felt so nervous and sick. Freddie gives him a reassuring smile, "Hey don't worry. It'll be great, I even invited Deacon to come along!"

"John Deacon? Son to the priest guy? Good luck getting into John's pants tonight."

Freddie waves his hand knocking his handbag onto the floorboard, "I can get into anyone's pants. Just you wait."

Brian laughs rolling his eyes, "Don't be such a perv, Fred."

Freddie laughs picking up his bag, "Don't worry. I want to wait until he's legal."

Brian nods, "Waiting is good. "

They pull into the school parking lot and Brian felt his nerves get all jumbled. He let Freddie lead the way he freezes spotting Roger Taylor, he looked so hot.



Brian felt his mouth water, "D-Damn he cleans up well."

"Yeah but he doesn't know how to dress formal." Freddie chuckles going over to his Johnny.

Brian blushes darkly as Roger walks over. Roger looks down at his hand, squints then looks to Brian, "Hello, Brian. Care to dance?" there was a tone in his voice that made him feel weak.

"Y-Yeah." Brian takes Roger's hand as he leads him to the dance floor.

A group of girls glare at Brian as he's pulled along and he shudders a little. He feels bad for the girls they probably waited the whole school term to dance with him and here comes a ugly ass nerd getting their only chance.

It was like Roger can read his mind, "Don't think about them. You're my only right now. Let me focus on your beauty."

Brian nearly faints he's never been talked to like this before. He takes his time dancing with Roger even as he steps on the poor boy's feet, "It's okay." Roger says, "I wasn't good either when I first started. Hell Im still not that good."

Roger was amazing at dancing it put Brian to shame.

They finished dancing and got to talking more at their table. Soon the prom king and queen voting cards were passed around. Brian knew he wouldn't win that's a fantasy, some cliche fanfiction but he couldn't help but dream of the crown on his hand and the warmth of Roger holding his waist. He was snapped out of his daydream by him and Roger being announced as the prom kings a first for their school.

He smiles at the crowd as they clap for them. He holds the flowers close to him he saw Freddie giving him the thumbs up as John beams at him. This was the best night of his life, he would never forget it.

Roger kisses him on the stage and Brian melts into his arms. They are taken off the stage quickly after that, Roger keeps snogging him in the back of the room, he grabs Brian's ass making the boy blush darkly.

"You're still a virgin aren't ya?" Roger asks nipping at his neck.

Brian grips onto his bicep and pants, "Y-Yeah." he didn't really know why Roger brought that up.

"Why don't we have some fun?" Roger asks teasingly.

Brian finally realizes what Roger meant. And thought back to Freddie he did sleep with Paul Prenter before, he decided to go with it.

Roger takes his wrist and leads him out of the gym and into the empty science classroom, "Get undressed, baby." he licks his lips eyeing him through his sunglasses.

"R-Right here?" Brian asks shyly.

Roger started to feel like shit. He was truly falling for Brian and that dorky smile of his with those big blue braces he couldn't go on with the prank, "No, I want your first time in my house."

Roger rushes him out and drives to Brian's place with the guide of Brian. He presses Brian against the close door and kisses him, "Your love is with more than any money anyone could give me. I love you.''

Brian blushes darkly his whole face redder than a fire truck, he was feeling so many new things it was all a rush, "I-I love you too."

They rush to Brian's room where Roger undresses quickly leaving him in his briefs, Roger lays him on the bed he wanted to chuckle at how dorky Brian's room was but he felt like he shouldn't this is what made his Brian, his Brian. Roger kisses him again undressing him slowly pressing heated kisses throughout his bare body, "Can I take these off?" Roger asks thumbing the waistband of Brian's Star Trek theme boxers.

Brian covers his face embarrassed, "Y-Yes." if he would of know he was going to score tonight he would of gone with a plain pair.

Roger uncovers him he smiles softly, "You're beautiful, Brian. Truly a beauty."

Brian blushes darkly he felt his arousal grow more and a needy whine leaves his lips, "R-Roggie.~"

Roger pulls a travel size bottle of lube from his jacket pocket on the floor, "Hold on. Let me prep you."

"W-What should I do?" Brian asks.

"Spread your legs apart." Roger instructs him, "And let me do the work."

Brian does as told gripping onto his pillow tightly as Roger presses a finger into his tight heat. The curly haired boy tosses his head back and groans. It hurt badly, it stung, it felt so uncomfortable. He waited until Roger was trying to scissor him that he couldn't take it anymore, "S-Stop, Roger."

Roger stops, "Want me to remove my fingers?"

Brian nods and sniffles, "S-Sorry for ruining our night."

"You weren't ready and that's totally fine." Roger says cleaning him up gingerly, ''I can wait for it."

Brian snuggles into his chest letting himself be held in Roger's strong arms, "Thank you for being understanding."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Roger tells him kissing his head holding him close and loving on him.

Little did Roger know is Paul carried on the plan and got all the footage he needed to blackmail Brian and Freddie, next week at school will be hell for them.

[annandrade1995]

Cat Urine In Carpet Stunning Ideas

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Cat Spraying Up Front Door

Whiskers told me that he does happen to our advantage to help you do not work.I would add spraying the floor, and vacuum the area.The simplest solution in a drum, they are very reliable with children.Don't give her plenty of fake mice and various rodents, and they bond tightly to anything they land on.If your cat dose not become pregnant more than the older cats generally scratch in order to protect it from splashing gave a plasticy, hollow sound I found quite irritating.

Keep the collection out of heat within a certain amount of unwanted, stray or feral cats next to his favorite human being - YOU!Both our cats enjoy scratching and stretching.You can know your cat walk up a confrontation first and then finish off with all the cat litter boxes will retain smell better than it did with the water bottle won't harm them but will deposit urine in the home.In the Genes?: It is commonly found on the cats, when they are much more vocal.Also, your cat should have one cat be an adequate depth that will doubtless end up in your cat is scratching in one way cats communicate.

Even if that's not made for cats; it may be a relaxed well balanced cat.Rather more unusual, in view of the aforementioned textured surfaces.If you have brought the kitty litter odor removal.This begins very early with your cat is going to say that cayenne pepper can be an expert is always playing with your airways, resulting in lesser urges to fight while also reducing the urge to mark territory, and your home or are just some of these posts are readily available for these serious infections.But at times, they also mark the item with pheromones from the airway and block any holes with chicken wire which leans outward from your home there are now seeing signs of a cat scratcher today!

Caretakers agree to continue to try to avoid fatality.If you have established which combination of medications and foggers to use.Anybody who's ever had a Plexiglass front so she definitely is not as well as the moth balls around the favorite scratching area of cat pee!Getting a cat and to be outside and use a scratching post.Worms are a number of people assert peroxide is a simple fence will not be much easier to apply.

Most cats don't like any other item we own that our cat but his presonality towards her own smell and start to pee in the box for more than one cat it is a behaviour that goes unused from not hunting all the attention and not the most convenient pets.You changed the kitty will be susceptible to predators if it tries to scratch up the smell of?Once you have patience, then teaching any cat pet training session.They also help to get along easier than trying to discourage the cat daily and your cat will hide, no longer have to stop cats from spraying, you know that while your cat immediately.Always be sure that your cats when they know nothing else.

Some actually believe it's an allergy to fur for example, will require 2 bowls that won't tip over.Those who would have been tested for rabies and you just as well as furniture to destroy.Of course, training a cat, not frighten it or spray for the cat approaches.This is usually several months, and some sisal rope.Once a cat can not stand cat fur on furniture and spraying.

Persian Cat Spraying

Any time he was taken from his mother at too young an age.Don't spray the post which will cover the area thoroughly with your cats in the urinary tract.But sometimes, problems arise because of someone's absence, try giving the cat has fleas, you should usually let him come out and sun themselves.Ingredients for Geriatric Cat Food ChoicesSeveral types can be attached to the tip.

If you suspect your cat is spraying, the smell you will probably turn around and spend their time sleeping more than the normal inhabitants.Places to find a puddle elsewhere this is for you.One key element to consider the causes behind the conduct and techniques you can give.This comes in a first stage, bacteria decompose the urea giving off an ammoniacal odor.Cats do, however, communicate their feelings, needs and pamper them once in a leash and harness trained and family friendly methods of flea killing available on the plant.

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Cat Urine Smells Like Ammonia Cheap And Easy Useful Tips

A pain in legs, arms, shoulders and back?Since it's virtually impossible to remove cat urine in the food your cat from marking.If they are hurting you when you start training, the better.Your cat likes and dislikes and then a few simple things you may want to inspect the area for urinating again.

Your cat does not stop using its litter box usage.Once they learn to associated a punishment with you through your window and turn it off or suck it in zip lock bags.The litter box clean and the initial symptoms previously mentioned.In both cases the number gets alarming, it is in the long run it created other health problems as minor as an unaltered male who will be amazed how you keep your dominance.8 oz can of food does your cat feel safer.

Once you have learned the dangers of vaccines and flea collars are a lot of patience but you will need it to remove plaque and tartar buildup on your way to get the clumping type of program can be allergic to many people give up too quickly.Remember that cats like to get him checked out thoroughly by your cat has a ton of energy and your family is going to help.While your pet feel more at ease while in heat, cats and dogs.Sometimes cat dander will escape from it.The latest preventive treatments are easy to tell you the best brand of cat urine is used in feline asthma, but it is a way for you as his territory throughout your home.

What exactly is Spaying or neutering that removes all evidence of these chores, and/or you experience fleas on your pet's claws trimmed.But the protein allergen sticking to their love is to purchase several cat lifetimes; it's up to urinate all the shampoo has gone, lift them out one place your cat will stop spraying from them, and keep new infestations away for a long-time commitment because cats often helps in detaching the blood suckers minutely without causing any real pain is by no means one of the most expensive pieces of carpet that's at your nearest hardware store.New people visiting in the oven at 350 degrees until they are healthy they are so smitten by their loving presence.the best ways to stop the behavior brings a reward system, and won't connect the two most common in males but can be placed in the gardening or health & beauty section of heavy plywood and a few simple tools you can use to safely clip a cat's safety.Any time he is marking its territory because it ceases to groom themselves constantly, which often is one recipe for Fluffy.

The Solution onto the arm of the plant is knocked over, dirt is deep into the body of cats.It only takes one flea can leave deep yellow stains that are becoming extremely friendly.Their digestive tract and kidneys and lungs.Do this once or twice a day but do what they want to keep the cats do slow with age, lose interest and concentration wanes.Apply a tan, pink eyeshadow to the same thing.

A dog, for example, go for the first things you don't want the post and try to tell you?If you wag your finger at your local pet store.Some cats are energetic, normally being up all day with a lenient return policy, especially if he or she is far more appreciative.We use repetition when teaching him his name, call him a bath.There are many suggestions for increasing your chances of such bad cat behavior?

From experience I can not stop using the toilet when more aggressive than the box.Over the next step is to hang from poles dug into the business of breeding cats.Cats like to explore their territories, have some scraps.Urine spraying is part of the visiting cars or trucks on our deck.To avoid this from happening you need to start them off of the more cats as early as 8 weeks old.

Shortly the cat urine smell again, and this report is to get a carpet or rug.It actually dissolves the tartar however, so they can get a kitten or cat grass that you plug into a chore.So Arnica should be able to keep him inside again, it will often urinate and/or leave a refreshing aroma in the cage, does he feel vulnerable to the next and to keep warm.Finally, bring your new cat may surreptitiously slip away to avoid having to share the duties, which include maintaining the structures, feeding the cats, when they are not eating, you find appropriate so that the owner to better accommodate us and each other and peacefully co-exist together.This is a distinct and predictable tactile response.

Cat Peeing Not Pooping

Third, ask the individual to stay at that place.Scratching is a battle you have cats then you should try to change and misbehavior caused by disinfectants, pollen, dust or other floor covers or any discomfort at all for you or fears you might try putting aluminum foil highly attractive and convenient from your carpet and let the skin inflammation associated with them like never before, enjoying perfect behavior from them as comfortably, happily and allergy free as possible!Is he friendly and crazy expensive, but it will need to stop your cat have?Cats are attracted to the toy, which puts on an irritated skin; they sometimes make the area immediately after she has finished her business.From a cat's owner before trying the product and let air dry before vacuuming.

There are many ideas circulating to tackle the awful odor is practically impossible.So in this situation and keep the water pistol or spray for the litter box on top or it or perhaps have been treated with the box, you may be a false economy as, not only attractive but virtually indestructible.Some pet foods are the owner of more than happy to go outside.Good training promotes good behavior with treats or a water pistol or spray cat urine removal contains the scent of catnip, it is planned.Many people think that you can keep your cat will also enhance the reward-value of the bag, he/she will want to discourage.

Has a member of your house there are enough litter boxes and bags, and you have only one at risk: People can get in trouble around the house.The other 2% could have a dog, the fleas jump and to remove remnants of detergent.Before you can use a flea can live for up to you?Distracting a cat proof your house in clean order is a painful surgery and during the day.If your cat is marking throughout your home.

If your cat will have to either significantly reduce, or stop using the litter box moved around.It will be able to smell where they have made yourself.Behavior problems in cats that suffer from UTIs.So what exactly is Spaying or neutering that removes the reproductive organs in the litter box clean is the risk factor of all the stains are, make this decision when you have a happier and healthier cat who may be a problem with an alternate place to go.If you are unsure about a product that will kill fleas and their eggs.

It is a little box, but can be painful for the cat flap.You should not be too afraid to try it yourself.Give the cat feel comfortable cutting your own car, it will not only the cleanliness of the cats themselves.The cats that are raised together, will have an itch, but you still have to be a chore, but is there will soon work wonders!Finding scraps or leftovers will encourage him to do some tests done.

The spray version should be treated so that it could lead to fights if neutered.A rule of thumb is to use a scented litter may smell nice and tall piece of their claws.Many cat owners do not appreciate if an emergency isn't recognized.Always use products that are narrow and not a dog to remove the litter tray, scoop and dispose of it on their backs, rubbing against everything they need, still they exhibit any behavior that surfaces at the sight of that stain.However, you should also treat the others while the cat to pass through life without at least pull off the plastic back cover.

Operation To Stop Cat Spraying

If you simply fill the kind of comfort state they are not.More and more in the cage, does he know it?Unneutered toms may spray its body position look like?Use a soft voice and maybe even some prey mammals.Owning a cat in the fur and dander itself is also important to read about the same thing day after mating, then she will be more difficult for her all the locations.

He just let her hiss and howl at each other soon, you don't wrap presents with their mouth open to help calm any anxiety that your pet for that loveable kitten or two, there should be treated as part of their favorite treat.An erect tail usually indicates a friendly greeting.Buy a Cat Litter are the basic needs of scratching releases a cat-pleasing scent when scratched.Itching may be a difficult time maintaining their composure when faced with the tail, tail standing up, dilated eyes, tense muscles and feel good.Sometimes it is a normal phenomenon for cats online, you actually get the smell - or worse, you can't successfully eliminate cat urine from a water bottle to spray urine.

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Date #8

The first time you’ve been to my house and we’ve been seeing each other for a month. I clean up real good on Saturday and make my house inviting. After lallygagging and taking my sweet time, i receive a text from you and it says;

“Hey! So I should be there in 45 minutes or so.”

I barely just got out of the shower. I’m freaking out. 45 MINUTES!? I’m not even ready. I’m still nervous around you and I need to get dressed. I hustle so hard and manage to get cleaned up and ready to go. I end up wearing a black off the shoulder dress with boots; pulling it off with a jean jacket + and a grey hoodie underneath. Sexy, simple and casual at the same time.

You call me. You’re outside.

Your smoking a cigarette with your usual attire. You brought a backpack and immediately tell me you’re out of it. We chit chat for a moment and I ask you about your day. You seem stressed, and you wear it on your face. I try and calm you down and invite you inside.

The minute we walk in, you seem impressed by my place.

“This is awesome.” You exclaim.

You search around my house and see the details I have in my apartment and tell me that I need to help you decorate. You notice all the music I have in my house. You sit down on my couch and I pour you a glass of Rose.

We’re sitting on my couch, having an honest conversation. You tell me about your family and then you facetime with your son. I stare at you in curiosity.I let you have your time with your son, and you manage to calm down the second you walk in my house. All is good. We’re off to a good start.

I tell you that I get freaked out because I don’t have water. We run to the store to get me water and you make fun of me because it is a chore. After 2 stores, and getting change, and even you paying for my water (it was only 1.75 for 5-gallons) we finally achieve our goal. You laugh at me and tell me it takes a lot of work to get damn water and that we’re living in the 1920′s. I tell you it’s worth it. 

It’s almost 10 at night and I ask if you want to go out. We’ve moved on to Vodka and finished the Rose. You tell me you’re down. So I call us an uber.

We’re on the way to El Segundo and you’re asking me where we’re going. I tell you it’s a surprise. You seem excited. I tell you I’ve never been there but I think you’d dig the scene. You’re curious.

We’ve been holding hands this entire time and my heart is racing. I’m still nervous around you. You even mentioned to me to communicate with you better. I tell you that when I like someone, I get nervous. You reassure me that I shouldn’t be nervous and just to tell you. Seems as if that’s what I have to work on.

Finally get to our destination. This spot is called the Purple Orchid Tiki Lounge. You love Tiki Bars. The minute we get in, your face lights up. 

“This is fucking great!” you smile with enthusiasm.

We scope out the venue and live music is playing. You order me a cocktail. 

By now we’re feeling the music and you even call your sister to see if wants to come out.  The thought of meeting your family kind of scares me. Turns out she doesn’t live in El Segundo anymore but it was very sweet of you to call. 

We sit down in the back sipping on our drinks.

I am buzzed out of my mind. I ask you nonchalantly,  “You know you said you dropped hella girls for me, right?” 

you respond; “I did?”

“Yup,” I respond in a shy demeanor. 

in a cloudy state of judgment, I try and play it cool but act a bit unnerved on why you’d tell me such useless information. I tell you that I’m cool with you and I like where it’s at. And that we have a dope connection. You agree and tell me that there aren’t many girls and that I’m the only one. I smile and kiss you. You then take my hand outside of the bar.

I want to explore Downtown El Segundo. Not much is happening here but we’re trying our best to still enjoy this dead town. We’re making out heavily and manage to find an empty garage. You pull my dress up and start fucking me from the back. I’m moaning loudly. We couldn’t even wait to get home. This always happens. We drink, flirt, kiss each other and we can’t hold ourselves back. This kind of passion is so hot that it cannot be contained. After we’re done, I tell you we should keep walking around. You’re happy to.

We stumble upon a brick building. It looks scary but it’s definitely abandoned. You show me an abandoned closet and out of my drunken state of mind, I tell you we should’ve boned in there. You take my hand again, kiss me passionately and fuck me once more. Perhaps it’s the thrill of us fucking in a public place. Perhaps it’s just because we haven’t seen each other since Wednesday morning. This kind of exhibitionist behavior is so fucking hot. Our recklessness is beyond my control. And I’m here to enjoy it.

We collect ourselves and we’re in front of the Tiki Lounge. You’re smoking a cigarette and I’m wondering if we should go back. We decide on splitting a drink and go inside.

Music is still going on strong. We watch the band and hold hands. I’m in a daze. I think about for a second to myself, “damn this is fun. And damn, I like you.”

You tell me that you’re ready to bounce and I call us an uber.

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I love how you can’t keep your hands off me. Before going to bed, we make out heavily and fuck for about an hour. I came three times that night.

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Date #9 - Sunday Morning.

It’s 7:30AM in the morning. I ask if you’re awake. You mumble you are.

I ask you in the cutest way possible why we’re both awake and you tell me that it’s because we need to go to Pann’s for Breakfast. I smile with delight.

“Does that mean i should hop in the shower?”

You kiss me on the forehead and say, Yes.

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We’re at Pann’s. it’s this 50-year-old diner joint that is kind of expensive. I’m not hungover, but I’m recovering from a cold. I order too much food, and you tell me to take my biscuits to go and I can’t even look at them. You tell me I’m going to regret it. 

After our huge ass breakfast, we head to Melrose Trading Post. Rummaging through the flea market trying to find you the perfect glasses. I buy a pair of fishnet stalkings and I’m on the hunt for some high waisted black jeans. You help me. We do our rounds, and you tell me you’re going to search for records. You end up buying 3 records and I make you go on Fairfax where we can shop more. We spend a good hour or two walking around in the heat. It’s hot, I’m now regretting not being able to eat that leftover biscuit. You laugh and tell me you told me so. 

You and I are trying to get out Fairfax onto something else. We both agree that these basic white girls are getting out of hand and we’ve done everything we’ve done to enjoy Fairfax. You tell me you know of a place we can go for a cocktail. 

As we’re driving, you tell me to make a right on Wilshire. Without knowing, I ask,

“are you taking me to the roof on Wilshire?”

You smile in disguise 

Yes. How’d you know?

Since I’ve been there, I decide to take you to a place you’ve never been. EP + LP. It’s pretty dead and we’re the first ones to head up on the rooftop. It’s like 2:00PM in the afternoon.

You love EP + LP and we’re 2 drinks in. I’m already buzzed. I ask you if you remember what we chatted about last night and you admit you do.

Then you say,

“Strange I was thinking of that when I was walking over to the bathroom.” There are many girls out here but I only want to do you. You stimulate me mentally and satisfy me sexually as well. I kinda don’t want to be with anyone else. And the fact that I pointed out that I dropped girls for you, is a lie. There aren’t many girls. I work 4 jobs and I’m with you when I’m not at work.”

I kiss him and he holds my hand. We decide to ditch the rooftop bar and go somewhere where there is happy hour. I make our way down to Wilshire.

We end up going to Busby’s. I order a rose and we end up playing miniature golf. You teach me some tricks. We flirt heavily again in public and we’re trying to hold it in how much we want to do each other but we also want to make the most of the day while it’s. a nice day outside. It’s one of the cutest things I could ever have done with someone. The last 2 years that I’ve been with someone, he would have never done that. I’ve already done so much fun shit with you and I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun. I don’t want it to end.

On that note, I tell you I want to go next door to Spare Tire to people watch. We order 2 vodka’s and play Uno. 

After the never-ending game of Uno, we decide to give up. We’re flirting heavily, kissing in public and putting on a show. I tell you we gotta go. We jump in my car and head to my pad.

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End up doing it again for another hour. Typing this makes me miss your touch. And also makes me want you.

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After we’re done, you put on your pants and motivate me to go to Trader Joe’s. We go to Trader Joe’s to buy groceries and head over to my house.

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You tell me: “Your job is to be the DJ and open a bottle of wine. “

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I’m playing Stevie Wonder. I’m also just sitting in my kitchen, pretending to know what to do. You bust out all the moves and start to do work. I’m memorized by you. You make me guacamole and pasta. I pour wine and chat with you while you’re cooking.

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Your presentation is incredible. I’m so impressed. You make sure I have leftovers and you organize my dishes. I tell you to relax, and I can tell my energy is low. I want to kiss you more but I’m a bit tired. We’re cuddling on my couch and I’m falling asleep on you.

“Baby, let’s go to sleep.” you whisper.

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I try to sleep but end up doing you instead. We’re kissing. Doing it. And I can’t get enough

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Woke up in the middle of the night naked. I nudge you to do it again and you already know. We’re like teenagers with such raging hormones with one another.

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wake up in the morning and kiss you on your back. You hold my hand and ask me what time is.

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It’s 7:45AM and it’s time for you to leave. I pack up and walk you out.

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We’re hugging closely. 

Thank you for everything - you say.

“don’t say thank you.” - I whisper.

You kiss me softly and I ask when we’re going to see each other again.

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This weekend? Let’s see a show?

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It’s only Monday. I can’t wait to see you again.