#Wawa he's at your door

[sashazakbun24]

So uh- have some doodles i have made

(Warning for slight disturbing imagery on the 2nd one)

And would you like a Sam sketch in this trying time?

[hysteria-things]

can you do a story where y/n is really sick (a cold)

and chris is loving and takes cares of her

SNUG AS A BUG

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve been fighting this terrible cold for about a week, and your boyfriend loves to take care of you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, swearing, crying

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 570

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fun fact this is based off when i was sick and dying in like october LMAO it was the worst i’ve ever felt.

hope you like it anon!

i’m feeling jolly today so i might post a smut later ;)

here’s to day a million of being sick. realistically, it’s only been a week, but you still felt like shit.

the TV was playing your favorite show since you’ve had enough free time to binge. it feels like you’ve been glued to the couch forever.

tissues were scattered on the snack table next to you along with two empty bowls — one with soup from breakfast and one with ice cream. those are the only two things you can eat since your throat is killing you.

your parents have to work, so chris has been coming over to take care of you when they’re not available.

the front door opens; you don’t have the energy to look at who it is (even though you know)

“i got you your soup from wawa and some more water.” chris smiles sympathetically at you, placing the things on the table.

“thank you.” you hoarse out.

“how are you feeling?”

“terrible.”

he pouts. “i’m going to go to your room for just a second. let me know if you need anything.”

you nod as he walks away, making his way up the staircase. however, he pauses midway when he hears your sniffles.

it’s not just congested sniffles. they’re cry sniffles.

he snaps his head to you. you have the soup in your hands, but you’re not eating it. instead, you’re using the spoon to mix it.

he quickly goes back down the stairs to come rushing to you. “oh, no. none of that.” he takes his thumbs and wipes your tears, leaving his hands cupping your cheeks afterward.

“i don’t want to be sick anymore.” you sob. his heart is breaking seeing you like this. he hates it when you’re upset. “my h-head hurts so bad. a-and i feel so weak.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” he places your head into his stomach since he’s standing in front of you, and your tears start to wet his shirt. “just keep taking the medicine the doctor gave you and you’ll get better in no time.”

“i don’t want the soup.” you cry. you tend to say nonsense when you’re this upset about something.

“that’s okay.” he grabs it from your hands and places it with the other bowls. “we can save it for later, alright?”

a chill runs up your spine. chris starts to take the blanket off of your body and before you can protest, he speaks. “let’s bring you to bed. it’s much more comfortable.”

he takes your hands in his and helps you off the couch, walking at your pace until you’re upstairs and into your room. you immediately head under the covers, plus two more blankets for your chills.

chris starts tucking you in with a goofy grin on his face, as if he’s a father tucking in his child. “feel snug?”

you smile warmly. “as a bug.”

“i’m going to go get your medicine and water so you have them. i’ll be right back.”

you yawn but nod as he leaves the room.

moments later chris returns, but you already passed out. he quietly makes his way into the room when he notices this, placing the items on your nightstand.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kneeling to kiss you on the forehead. “i love you.” he whispers, backing out of the room and closing the door, leaving you to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

INDEX

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 21 - More Spontaneous | ‘Ours’

“Do you like the wawa, Teddy girl?” You cooed with a big smile seeing your little girl sitting on the first step into your pool kicking her legs splashing in the warm water. Was having a pool in the north of England the post logical thing? No, but it was fun during the times when you did get to use it.  Teddy was in the cutest frilly floral Zimmerman bikini. It was absolutely adorable. Her skin golden brown shimmering in the sun. You just wanted to eat her chubby little tummy, she was perfect in every way. Her beautiful pout turned up into a smile.  

“Mama! Like wawa!!!” She squealed. You giggled and pressed kisses to her cheek sporadically, keeping her close to you not letting her leave her seat safe on the step.

“I know you do. It’s fun, right? Want to go further out into the wawa with mummy and swim?” You looked at her and pulled her to sit on your knee. She nodded excitedly. You leaned over to the ledge and grabbed her little floaties. You pulled them on her arms and held her in your arms walking further into the pool. She swashed around trying her best to ‘swim.’  “Teddy baby, how did you get so good at swimming? Have you been swimming with daddy?” You asked her fixing your hold of her, rubbing your nose against hers as you bounced her up and down in your arms. 

“Dada best swimmy” She giggled, grabbing your face with her hands. You smiled at her, putting together she was attempting to tell you Trent was the best swimmer. Trent had been going out in your pool with her a lot since the weather turned. You took her to learn how to swim fairly early just for safety but they were having a great time together every time they could outside. They’d stay out there for what felt like hours until they would inevitably come inside and give you a wet cuddle and ask for something to eat. 

“Mama! Mama! Mama! Hungwy! Dada and Teddy Hungwy!” Teddy came in running with a big towel wrapped around her. Her wet feet slapping against the hardwood floors. You heard Trent follow inside sliding the glass doors back closed. 

“Are you? What do you want, Teddy bear? What can I make you for lunch time?” You asked her, scooping her up engulfed in terrycloth. “What about a cheese toastie, baby?”  You cooed. 

“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what we want. Doesn't that sound yummy, Ted?” Trent cooed coming into the kitchen running his hands over his head. You smiled seeing him come in shirtless, still a little damp, looking drool worthy as his muscles contracted dropping his hands back down.

“Most, dada! Yum!” She squealed, reaching out for him again. You handed Teddy over to him, as if she hadn’t spent enough time with him yet today. They looked on as you began to make their lunch. You turned around to see Trent, beautiful and toned as ever, nuzzling his face into the crook of Teddy’s neck, peppering her with kisses, bouncing her up and down, eliciting all sorts of giggles from her. They were perfect. You pouted as you turned back to the burner. 

“Gonna say thank you to the best mummy, hmm?” Trent asked Teddy, pushing his nose against her cheek as he walked closer to you back around the kitchen island. He moved Teddy to one hip and used his free arm to pull you into him. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you by your stomach back into his chest. 

“Tanks mama.” Teddy cooed, pushing her lips out expecting a kiss. Of course, you gave it to her, pressing your lips to hers with a dramatic ‘Mwah!’ Not to be left out, Trent impatiently waited for his looking at you with his lips pushed out and pursed. You rolled your eyes and cocked your head back awkwardly to press your lips to his. Again, seemed with a ‘Mwah!’

You laid Teddy down for sleep and crawled into your bed exhausted. Trent had a dinner with Adidas down in London but he had planned to come back home later tonight. You wanted to wait up but you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. You had spent the better part of your day sitting out in your back garden by the pool with Teddy. You did absolutely nothing but just being in the sun all day chasing after her had you wiped. It was nearly 3 or 4 am when Trent finally made it back to your house. 

“I’m home, baby.” Trent whispered, crawling into your bed pulling you into him. You hummed his name and pulled yourself tight to him despite being fast asleep, instinctively his hands dropping to your ass underneath your flounce shorts. “Missed you so much.” He purred, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head. You nuzzled into his neck comforted by his presence.  Until you got a little too comfortable and found yourself on top of him cuddling up to him more and more, unintentionally rolling your hips to get settled. “Wanna wake up for me, baby? Making me so hard, right now.” Trent left out a breathy laugh. You hummed and just settled in your place. He shut his eyes and suppressed his groan. You had no idea you were even turning him on but you were and he was dying. He eventually fell asleep accepting his fate, eager for morning to come so he could too.  

“Good morninggg.” You cooed sleepily kissing his bare chest, happy with where you were waking up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up him, grinding your body on top of his. “Did you miss me?” You giggled nuzzling your face into the nape of his neck nipping at his sensitive warm skin. 

“Of course, I missed you, beautiful. Happy I’m back with my girl.” he cooed, kissing your hair. You began sucking on his neck as if setting off some sort of starting gun. “Want me to show you how much I missed you?” He whispered in a tone that sent shivers up your spine. He pulled your head out from his neck and held your face above his. He cupped your cheeks rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. You nodded. Your morning was spent in bed tangled between the sheets with him. Giggles filling your room when you finally decided enough was enough. Your daughter would be up soon and you needed to shower.  

“Get away!” You yelped wiggling out of his hold. “T! Let me go!” You giggled trying to break out of his arms tightly wrapped around you restricting you from getting into the shower. 

“Nah! Let me come with you, baby.” He dragged you by the waist in his direction. “Just shower with me. Take this off. C’mon.” He cooed peeling your his t-shirt off over your head. You made it through the shower eventually succumbing to Trent’s puppy dog stare, him joining you, naturally. It took longer than you probably would’ve expected but nevertheless you were finally clean and you had a slightly cheerier disposition the rest of the day thanks to him. 

“Gonna let me finally take you out? You asked me on a date days ago now.” Trent cooed cheekily coming up behind you in the kitchen. He placed his hands beside you on the counter in front of you caging you in, your back to his chest. 

“I did not ask you… You just were taking too long to ask me.” You quipped turning your head to the side to see a little bit of him. You turned your focus back to the fruit you’d been cutting up for Teddy. Trent shook his head and leaned over to rest his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek with a sarcastic hum. “But also, we would need someone to watch Ted and its last minute now.” You cooed with a more realistic note.

“Oh, I am so so so sorry, I took so long.” He kissed your jaw now. “ We’ll figure it out though. C’mon, baby. Let me take you out. You can get dressed up in something pretty… then I can peel it off when we get home, huh?” He whispered the last bit just to you. He moved his hands from the counter onto your stomach pushing your top up a little. Dragging his hands over your bare skin. He moved his lips onto your neck. 

“Mmm maybe.” You teased him pretending to ponder if you’d want to go or not. He squeezed your waist with a hum impatiently awaiting your answer. “I don’t know, really…” You giggled before both of you fell into a fit of laughter as he pressed you for an answer incessantly kissing you all over, pinching and tickling your sides. 

“Dada no hurt mama!” Teddy yelled in her high chair looking incredibly concerned as you keeled over and tried to escape Trent.

“Oh, no no, baby. Mummy’s okay, she is just silly.” Trent stopped tickling you momentarily but still tried to maintain his tight hold around you though. He smiled at her. “She’s okay, promise.” He kissed your cheek in a more calm way to try to display it wasn’t as chaotic of a situation as you two had made it out to be.

“No! Teddy girl, help me! Daddy’s attacking me!” You giggled, breaking away from him when he switched his focus off of you. You ran towards her and scooped her up eliciting her own fit of giggles. Trent rolled his head to the side at your theatrics. “Don’t let daddy catch you! Run, Ted!” You yelled, putting her on her feet and running out of the kitchen with her following with a squeal. 

“Nah! C’mere. Going to get you, baby bear!” Trent cooed but gave her a minute to make her way out of the room before he purposefully ran up behind her, making his steps extra loud and grabbed her. He threw her over his shoulder and kissed her little legs flailing in front of him. “Gotcha, Ted. Now, where’d mama go?” He laughed very obviously being able to see you ‘hiding’ behind a pillar in your living room. He jogged over and you let him wrap his free arm around your waist clumsily. 

“Oh no! Ted, daddy caught us.” You feigned disappointment with a smug smile at Trent while Teddy continued her giggles loving the game you’d begun. Trent kissed your forehead with a loud ‘Mwah.’ before dropping Teddy from his shoulders down to his hip before he collapsed backwards onto the couch in your living room. 

“My beautiful, beautiful girls.” Trent cooed, kissing Teddy’s identical pout pulling her tight to him while she outstretched her arms to reach around his neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled yourself into him, resting on his chest. You kissed his shoulder, swiping your thumb over Teddy’s cheek, admiring her pretty face as she continued to settle her heavy breathing after all the laughter. Trent had managed to convince Tyler to watch Teddy for the night, so you were fairly excited. You two needed a minute alone just to be together and not be parents. Trent was surprising you or so he said. You had no idea where you were going and he wouldn’t tell you which bothered you, more so because it was hard to figure out what to wear. ‘You look good in anything’ wasn’t exactly helpful either. Nevertheless, it was summer so you figured that’d be your guide point. You wore a Prada blue linen skirt with a navy tank top and bag from Bottega and a mule heel. It would have to do and you’d hope Trent would tell you if you’d need to change. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” Trent cooed as you popped into the back of an uber. You looked at him with a cheeky yet annoyed smile. 

“Yeah, you did 10 times but you also still haven’t told me if what I’m wearing is okay.” You feigned annoyance and squeezed his bicep teasingly. He rolled his eyes at you. 

“Alright, alright, I won’t tell you again! Sheesh, baby.” He kept a straight face and feigned offense scooting in the back of the car slightly away from you. You pulled at his arm to bring him back but he stayed strong and leaned against the car window now opposite of you..

“Wait… No! You can tell me. Please.” You whined pulling at his arm. “Tell me I’m pretty…” You giggled childishly begging him. He tried to roll his eyes and keep his feigned indignation but he started laughing at you. 

“Oh yeah? Want me to tell you how sexy you are?” He slid over to you quick sliding his hands around your waist pulling you into him. He tucked his face into the crook in your neck placing wet kisses, sucking and biting on your skin. You couldn’t hold back the little laugh as his hands overzealously grabbed at you. “Yeah? You want me now? You just want me to gas you up all the time?” he whispered. He licked your ear nibbling at it as he tried to whisper dirty things to you the driver wouldn’t hear, squeezing you so tight you could barely breath.  

“Okay! Okay! Not anymore! Relax.” You giggled. “Enough, get off of me!” You squirmed in his arms. He pressed one more dramatic wet kiss to your cheek. You loved to pretend you wanted to get away but you both knew you loved when he was like that with you. You loved when he was silly and overly affectionate. You smiled at him and held his hand before you thanked the man and got out to see a restaurant you hadn’t been to in ages. 

“I haven't thought about this place in forever. I didn’t think you’d even remember it, you know.” You sat at dinner dragging your foot up his leg under the table temptingly. “What? We came here… almost 5 years ago, right?” You asked, swooning a little seeing his slightly more grown up face now compared to the one that first took you here..

“Baby… I remember absolutely everything we’ve done. We went erm… day 3 maybe 4 when you first visited because you were so obsessed with me.” Trent teased in a very confident tone, looking at you with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes but he took your hand in his. He pulled it towards him over the table. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. You were begging me to visit you. Get over yourself.” You giggled, removing your hand from his but he was quick to pull it back to him. He softened his gaze on you and you felt butterflies fill your stomach. “It was a good decision though to be fair.” You cooed softly, giving him a gentle smile in return. 

“In my opinion, the best one you’ve ever made.” He said sweetly, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. You hummed watching his fingers move over your skin by the candle lit table. 

“Not the yes I gave you?” You asked with a cheeky smile, squeezing his hand. 

“It’s up there but I don't know… seeing you in the stands for the first time, that just was different.  When you decided to come over I feel like I knew we’d get here.” He said earnestly, almost like he was unlocking his chest and opening up his heart to you in real time.  

“You thought we’d be getting married with a baby?” You looked at him a little surprised.

“Well, I hoped that’d be the case. I mean I fell in love with you on that first date.” You rolled your eyes. “Nah, you can believe me or no, but I was absolutely infatuated. It was game over for me. No one would ever compare to you. I wish I wasn’t such a melt about it but you got me. Then the weeks we were apart, all the time on the phone, all the letters and gifts. I don’t think I’d ever written a letter outside of maybe primary school and there I was writing my feelings on cardstock tucking it in with gifts to send you dreaming I could give it to you in person. I knew I loved you and I knew I wanted to be together. I think when I saw you at the match though.” He smiled and shut his eyes. He shook his head for a moment. “I don’t know it sounds mad and I know it’s corny so make your jokes but…” You squeezed his hand once more before you picked it up and kissed the back encouraging him, letting him know you weren't going to poke fun because this wasn’t funny, not one bit.  “I knew I wanted that view for the rest of my career. I knew I wanted to come home to you for the rest of my life, and I was absolutely certain I never wanted anyone else to have you. I wanted that girl up in my box to be mine. ” He picked his gaze that was fixated on your hands up and flicked his eyes at you. He could feel his heart falter a little making eye contact with you. You looked soft and serene, patient. 

“Oh…” You felt tears build behind your eyes so you blinked a few times to fight them back. “T, that's…that’s so sweet. Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cry.” You whimpered with a pout on your face. One tear tipped over the edge. Trent reached to you with his free hand and wiped his thumb over your cheek to catch it. “I was so scared that night. I was trying to be calm but I had no idea what I was doing. I was so scared that being back together wasn’t going to work but as soon as you wrapped your arms around me in the tunnel, I don’t think I ever wanted to leave, not for the rest of my life. Being embraced by you gave me a sense of home and security I’d never known.” You cooed with glossy eyes. He leaned over and kissed your lips. 

“It’s a forever thing, baby. Can’t leave me, alright? Always remember that. Always gonna take care of you.” Trent spoke sincerely.  

“You know, when I first saw you I thought I was so stupid for imagining you’d be a nice guy.” You sheepishly admitted to him recalling seeing him on the TV on the couch with your dad. 

“You weren’t thinking how sexy I was first?”  He laughed, flashing you a million dollar smile. You rolled your eyes and slapped at him telling him to stop with the jokes. “Yeah? Alright. Well what do you think now?” He asked you, moving his chair to sit closer to you. 

“I think you’re the nicest.” You whispered, cupping his cheek with you hand before you leaned in to kiss him. “And sweetest.” You kissed him again. “Boy I’ve ever met.” You giggled, pulling away from your final kiss.

“Only for you, baby. An absolute sop for you.” He laughed looking away from you recalling how down bad he’d been from day one. 

“I kind of hoped you weren’t a nice person, I think. I remember imagining a walk of shame leaving The Plaza the next morning and instead I ended up with a baby 5 years later.” You let out a breathy laugh. 

“I’m glad it ended up this way though but why’d ya hope for that?” Trent asked you curious why you would’ve wanted him to potentially not be nice to you. 

“I told you that our first night together, I just was so scared you would break my heart. You don’t think someone can possibly be that perfect.” You looked at him seriously. It was humorous but you remember feeling that way. 

You continued staring at his strong arm draped over you, his warm tanned skin looked so soft and rich, a white gold Van Clef Alhambra bracelet dangled off his wrist. He actually might be perfect and you felt a little sick at his flawlessness.

“And yet here I am.” He cooed cheekily with another priceless smile. He squeezed your thigh above your knee. You leaned your head on his shoulder. You outstretched your neck momentarily to kiss the soft skin of his. 

“Here you are, incredibly humble as well.” You teased him. Trent shuffled in his seat and pulled your head off of him. You looked at him confused why he’d move you when that was such a tender moment.  

“Humble but also very sorry about what’s been going on baby. I know it can’t always be perfect but the vibes lately, I never want that again.” He gave you a sympathetic smile that made your heart ache. You could see the hurt behind his eyes.

“Yeah. I agree, T. No, thank you. I feel much better when I’m with you.” You sighed with a pouty smile. 

“I feel really horrible about the necklace so… I did get it fixed up for ya.” You smiled and grabbed for the suede green box he had put on the table but he dragged it back from you before you could reach. You raised your eyebrow and then he bent over in between you two. He came back up holding another box, this one wrapped neatly with the Van Clef & Arpels packaging. Your eyes widened with intrigue. “It’s so you can layer it.” He cooed, naturally peaking your interest as to what it would be. 

“T…” You pouted peeling the paper off to open it. “You didn’t have to…” you got cut off once you opened the box to see a 20 motif Alhambra long necklace with diamonds matching your original necklace. Inside you were screaming and couldn’t wait to tell Winnie and Lauren. It was a extravagant buy. It was expensive to say the least. 

“And this one.” He talked over you before you could finish your sentence. He stacked another Van Clef & Arpel’s box on top of the other. You rolled your eyes with a smirk seeing a very cheeky smile pull on his face. It was beautiful. His dimples deepening. You looked down next to him and saw what was a stupidly large bag for a jewelry store so you sat back folding your arms and let him continue on knowing there was more to come. “And this one.” He placed another box, slightly different in size. You giggled. “This one too. Oh I actually fuck with this the most, I think.” You covered your face with your hands hiding embarrassed by him spoiling you. You shook your head in disapproval but of course you were excited for all these gifts.  Peeking to see how many stacked up

“Thank you.” You moved the boxes. After he placed the final one, maybe 6 boxes in total; a ring, a bracelet, earrings, a watch, a second or you guessed third necklace all stacked. “I love you.” You giggled inspecting the entire jewelry store that laid in front of you. 

“I knowww.” He sillily dragged out in song. He kissed your lips and you pulled away holding his face in your hands. 

“You’re very dumb.” You giggled before kissing him again in return. You shook your head at how ridiculous this was. He accidentally broke a necklace, he didn’t do anything to harm you. If anything, you were probably the one more in the wrong the past few days. You owed him a table full of jewelry.

“I knowwww.” He responded in the same way with a smile. You finished dinner and drove home. Trent was kind enough to carry the Van Clef shopping bag for you. Tyler had offered to take Teddy for the night so to say you were being handsy on the ride home was an understatement. To say you were touchy when you got home was an even bigger understatement. 

“You know you told me a bit ago that you wanted me to try to be more spontaneous…” You cooed walking backwards up the staircase pulling Trent after you. He had a cheeky smirk on his face listening to you intently trying his very best to stay calm despite the palpable tension between you two. You got to the top of the stairs and draped your arms around him. You kissed his neck and he groaned. You made it to your room and you pushed him on to the bed. 

“Wow, so bossy.” Trent smirked again looking up at you. He had his legs spread and he looked delicious. You walked to him, stood in between his legs as you grabbed the hem of his t-shirt pulling it over his head. He hummed with inquiry. He leaned back onto his hands behind him to continue watching you. You stepped back and unzipped your mini skirt and let it pool around your feet. Trent’s eyes widened. 

“I want you to the boss though.” You cooed in a quiet seductive tone. You peeled your top up over you and stood on display for him still in your heels. His jaw slack. He blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the vision of you. You wore lingerie a lot but this seemed more purposeful. You looked good to be fair. You were in a navy and black Kiki de Montparnase set that just hit right on you. You climbed over top of him and straddled his waist. His hands immediately on you, magnetized. 

“Mmmm baby, you look unreal.” Trent cooed, dipping his head to pressing feather light kisses onto your neck. “Fuck…Did I tell you how good you smell?” He ran his hands down your body, keeping his face nuzzled against your skin. Everything about you was sublime. This was nirvana for Trent. He leaned all the way back onto the mattress to lay down taking you with him. He shifted up the bed and then he heard something fall off of it. He pulled away from you momentarily and peered over the edge, bending awkwardly assuming it had been a phone or something mundane. “What’s going on?” His eyes lit in confusion and excitement identifying the item that had actually fallen. You smirked and pushed your hand against his chest telling him to sit back more and so he listened. 

“You got me Van Clef…” You dragged out the words. “And so I got you this to say I’m sorry.” You giggled while kneeling on the end of the bed after picking up a silicone toy that had fallen. “I’m going to put this here and…” You noticed his eyes gloss over as he watched you intently. Winnie had suggested you do this, naturally it was her idea. You weren't a big toy girl, nothing against it, but here you were sliding a silicone toy inside of you, one part covering your clit, and another bit reaching back to stimulate your other hole. 

“He just doesn’t strike me as like a neon dildo guy.” Winnie spoke to you over a Facetime as you both scrolled online on different sites trying to find something to ‘spice’ up your life. It’s not that you hadn’t messed about with things before or things weren’t going well in the bedroom, you just thought it’d be a little fun to lighten the mood after what had gone on between you two and make him feel good in the process.

“No…” you sighed, having a think about it. Frankly you weren’t that girl either. She laughed and sent you a link to something a bit more quirky in the sci-fi realm of sex toys. You rolled your eyes. “Winnie! I’m trying to be serious here!” You whined at her with a laugh trying to find something you’d actually want to use.

“Y/N, you’re trying to get T to fuck you… it’s not exactly mission impossible is it?” She teased you. “When was the last time you had sex” She asked, genuinely looking at you, taking her eyes off the website she was on.

“This morning…” You giggled embarrassed, hiding your face with your hands. Winnie rolled her eyes. You only proved her point but you were trying to say you were sorry and have fun with him, the last time you had sex wasn’t the point. 

“Are you listening?” You giggled breathily adjusting to the toy inside of you now. 

“I’m really trying, I promise.” Trent laughed and shook his head taken aback by the unexpected turn of your night. 

“and this is for you…” You tossed him your phone with the control app. His jaw slacked as you crawled towards him more. 

“What is happening right now?” He laughed with the most childish giddy smile on his face, just utterly taken aback and riddled with excitement. Usually if you had done these kinds of things before it was a bit more of a joint effort, something you had talked about and decided on together. 

“You told me to surprise you.” You whispered as you worked kisses from the side of his lips down his neck. 

“Fuckk. Consider me surprised.” Trent groaned as you palmed over his trousers. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a messy makeout but he was quick to flick his eyes open and over to the phone now in his hands. He turned the toy on and you moaned into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity for his tongue to enter your mouth blending with your own. You pulled away from his kiss and trailed your lips down his neck going to the spot you knew would make him weak. A soft groan left his lips again. You squeezed your thighs together trying to simultaneously bit your own lip to muffle your pleasure as he continued to play with the toy’s controls. You pulled off his trousers and boxers and freed his hard cock already leaking precum from its confinements. You flicked your eyes up at him. There was so much desire in your needy eyes Trent’s breath hitched. Your hand wrapped around the base of his length letting your spit drip from your mouth onto him. You dragged your tongue from the bottom all the way back up to the tip. You circled it before you took his whole cock in your mouth, pushing it all the way back into your throat. You bobbed your head in perfect repetition. Trent losing focus on the app only making the sporadic vibration patterns and interchanging levels that much more of a tease. You could feel yourself dripping down the inside of your thighs as your one hand began to massage his balls. He whimpered and you smirked with your mouth full. Trent wasn’t too pleased about that so he dragged the toy’s to a place that had you almost letting out screams. Your squeal of surprise brought a genuine smile to his face. You shut your eyes in pleasure trying to focus on your task but were incredibly distracted by the pleasure. Your moans around his cock only getting louder as the pressure built in your stomach just as his high was approaching as well. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum.” Trent’s breath was getting caught in his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and gently pushed you further down until he filled your mouth with his cum. He stilled and you pulled off of him with a smirk swallowing every bit of his release. He shook his head with a laugh but agile and fit as ever he popped right up pulling you down to the bed before he climbed over top of you. He kissed your neck then down to your chest. He unclipped and peeled off your satin and lace bra before latching his lips to your nipples. He continued playing with the vibrations of the toy edging and edging you over and over again. His index finger and thumb pinched at your free nipple and then he swapped his tongue for his fingers and his fingers for his tongue.  

“T… Please, baby. I need to cum. Please please, baby.” You whined. He had been edging you relentlessly. Just as you got close he’d slow the momentum of the toy’s vibrations or stop it all together. Finally, he sat back looking down at you predatory with the toy and lust burning behind his eyes. You were practically crying begging for it so he let you cum. As fun as it was to push, it was satisfying to see you like that and he wanted you to feel good also. His greedy smile had you weak. 

“You know, as much as I have enjoyed this, and trust me I really did, I’ve had enough. You need something much more suited for you, yeah?” He whispered coming in close to your face while his one hand dropped and removed the toy, placing it god knows where on the bed. You were absolutely drenched. He ran the tip of his cock  through your folds. He slapped it against your wet pussy a couple of times. You whimpered desperately craving him. He pushed inside you easily. Both of you gasping at the feeling. He bottomed out and waited for you to adjust before he began to move in and out. “I love you so much, baby.” He cooed, staring directly into your eyes. He began to move slowly reaching deeper than ever letting you know just how well he knew your body, the feeling was exquisitely perfect. No man could ever know you the way he did. Trent loved fucking you and there was some level of possessiveness that overtook him when he was with you. It turned you on a lot. Right now was no different,  the only thing running through Trent's mind was how he could mark you more as his. A baby… check, marriage…essentially a check, but what about another baby? With two kids surely you’d be more his.

“Oh, fuck, T.” You moaned as your back arched off the mattress taking all of him. He continued to hit the spot you loved that was just for him driving you mad. “Feels so good, baby.” Your hands gripped his biceps, nails leaving crescent shapes in his brown skin as his thrusts increased. 

“We should have another baby.” He whispered in your ear dropping to lay his body on yours slipping his hand in between you two playing with your clit. His fingers moved in precise tight circles. Your pussy squeezed him that much tighter. This was Trent’s heaven right here. You getting turned on more by the thought of him getting you pregnant again. “Make you a mummy of two, please, baby. Let me get you pregnant” He sounded so whiny as you clenched around him. You moaned as another orgasm came fast approaching. Your eyes rolled back. Your pussy began to throb until your high crashed over you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby. Please.” Your brain couldn’t even process what his question even was to begin with. To be fair, if he asked you this with a clear head at dinner you probably would’ve had the same answer. You’d do anything for Trent. 

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum, alright? Doing so good, beautiful. Gonna fill you up.” He grunted as his thrusts became messy and unregulated before he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. He gently pulled out of you but was quick to push his two fingers along with his leaking cum back inside you for a few moments longer. “Let’s have another baby.” He whispered collapsing to the side of you with a giant grin pulling you into a cuddle. 

“Mmmm okay, T. I want everything with you. Just want to stay here, please.” You cooed resting your head onto his chest, running your hand up his abs. You did want a baby but you’d say anything to cozy up to him in this moment. 

“Keep you forever.” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss. You woke up the next morning cuddled up to Trrent. You let him sleep in. Tyler told you he’d be over around 8:00 am. You checked your phone and it was about 7:45 am. You kissed Trent’s forehead and made your way to the en suite of your bedroom quietly to be sure not to wake him. You washed your face and tied your hair up. You pulled on a pair of Trent’s joggers and a tank top. You went down stairs and you sleepily walked into the kitchen turning on the lights of the house gradually on your way. You leaned over the kitchen island, resting on your forearms scrolling through your phone checking emails from your wedding planner confirming and coordinating. Tyler texted he was leaving his with Teddy so you waited impatiently patient for your baby girl to come home. You told him to knock because you knew the doorbell would wake Trent upstairs but you got too excited and decided to meet them outside. A short 15 minutes later you popped outside and watched Tyler holding Teddy walk up the pathway up to your front door. She was clinging to him looking incredibly sleepy but also so comfortable.

“Teddy girl, don’t you want to get home and see mummy?” Tyler cooed, swiping his thumb over her cheek. She nodded her head ‘yes’ but kept her eyes shut tiredly.

“Is that my baby?!?” You cooed in a sweet voice out to them as Tyler kept walking with her. Teddy was quick to lift her head off his shoulder. She whipped around to see you.

“Mama!!!!!” She squealed, eagerly wiggling to get out of his arms, her tiredness vanishing. Tyler laughed and placed her on the ground. “Mama! Mama! Miss!” She ran to you giddily, having to use her arms to help her get up on to each of the steps up to you. 

“Hi, my beautiful girl! Did you have fun?” You asked as you picked her up and held her up on your hip. You kissed her cheek repeatedly. She nodded to answer. “Can we say thank you to Ty for letting you sleep over?” You cooed, picking your head up to look at Tyler. She got out her best effort at it, sounding a bit more like tank than thank but it was the thought that count. 

“Of course. We had the best time, didn’t we?”  Tyler smiled and came to give you a hug. He kissed Teddy goodbye after you two caught up for a bit. You carried her back inside as she cuddled up to you, pushing her face against you emphatically. 

“Did you have a good sleep, Ted?” You asked her softly once back in the house. She told you the cutest sleepiest ‘yeah’ you’d ever heard. “Good, I’m glad, baby. Do you know who is still sleeping upstairs?” She looked at you with a furrowed brow at first but then her eyes widened with excitement. “Daddy is. Should we go wake him up?” You cooed. Teddy gave you another ‘yeah’ only this time with slightly more energy, pulling at your top to get more comfortable on you as you made your way back upstairs.  “Daddy?” You softly sang as you knocked on the door of your bedroom. “I found the cutest, sleepiest girl in the whole world who wants to see you.”

“Oh, my baby bear. C’mere give me a cuddle. I missed you.” Trent yawned, stretching his arms above his head before he reached them out to you,  sitting up back against the headboard. You placed her on the end of the bed on your side and let her crawl over to him. You climbed back into the bed following her. You cuddled up to Trent but got tired and stopped listening despite  the very adorable conversation ensuing. About a half hour must’ve passed when you started to doze a little further off. “Is mummy going back to sleep?” Trent teased squeezing your side. You giggled out a ‘no’ squirming away from his hands. Maybe you were but you weren’t now. “Who’s gonna make us breakfast?” Trent asked Teddy with the presumption it’d be you. 

“Dada!” She yelled to your delight and to his displeasure. You laughed and sat up some. You pulled Teddy into your lap. You smushed your cheek against hers and looked at Trent with a smug smile.

“Yeah, good girl. Dada should make breakfast for us.” You cooed in a teasing tone, holding your smile. Trent rolled his eyes and threw his head to the side less than impressed with Teddy’s response, throwing him into work this morning.

“Alright, anything for my girls. You want to stay with mama or come with me?” Trent pressed a kiss to your lips and then looked at Teddy. She let out another more rambunctious ‘dada.’

“Of course.” You rolled your eyes with a giggle. You’d felt much more secure in your relationship with your daughter but she was the dictionary definition of a daddy’s girl. It was no surprise she wanted to go downstairs with him. She was entertained when he did absolutely nothing. He didn’t even have to say a word and she’d giggle. So the morning alone with him, undivided attention, no training, just them, it was a dream.

“Can you say ‘bye mama we love you’ for me?” Trent asked her, pulling her back from you and squishing her cheeks together with one hand for a kiss before she could answer him. 

“Bye mama!” Teddy yelled loudly. It was early but honestly seeing her excited, happy, talking, it would never get old, it would never feel bothersome, not even the loudest of ‘mamas’. You’d do anything to see her in moods like this. 

“Bye, Teddy girl. Kiss, please.” You asked her, pushing your lips out for her. She leaned in and pressed her pout to yours. “Give one more.” You giggled holding her to you now. ‘Mmmmwah!’ you let out an extra loud sound with the last kiss and then proceeded to kiss her everywhere overzealously squishing her. Her giggles flooding out before they went downstairs.

You looked at Trent apprehensively in the car as he drove. He could sense your nerves. The tension in the car radiating from you was thick in the air. At a stop light Trent sighed and looked at you. He didn’t want to say anything yet, he figured he’d let you have the car ride in peace before he bombarded you with a barrage of support. He picked up your hand and laced his fingers with yours though. He picked them up and brought them to him, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. He rested your hand in his lap now with his. You exhaled and shut your eyes when you saw the signage up ahead for the clinic you promised Trent you’d go and check out. When he parked you sat in the front seat for a moment with your elbows resting on your knees, your head in your hands attempting to compose yourself. Trent came to your side of the car and opened the door for you. He ran his hand up and down your back waiting for you. 

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You’re strong. We're just making sure you're healthy. Yeah?” You let out a measly ‘yeah’ in response. He kissed your temple. “I’m here the whole time. I’ve got you, baby.” He gave you a soft sympathetic smile when you finally mustered up the courage to look up at his brown puppy dog eyes. 

“Thank you for coming with me.” You shyly said before lacing your hand with his. Your other arm reached across you and wrapped around his bicep. You needed him with you. The times you’d gone to doctors, which was plenty, was always a fairly terrible experience. You were either with your mum who wasn’t all that empathetic, you were going against your will, or you were by yourself. 

“Not doing this alone, beautiful.” He cooed, holding the door open for you. You’d never been here before but even going to the waiting room was giving you ptsd from all your previous experiences at doctors appointments. Probably one of your worst qualities was your ability to pretend you were fine, you avoided medical help purposefully so when you were here, it really hit home that things had probably gone too far. You rested your head on Trents shoulder, doing your best not to cry. His arm was draped around you. The other still holding your hand in your lap. A nurse came out and called your name. Trent stood up with you but gave you a hesitant look to see if you wanted him actually with you in the room. You definitely did so he smiled and walked alongside you.

“I’m sorry we’re even here.” You looked at Trent sitting on an extra stool in the room while you hopped up on the examination table waiting for the attending doctor. He smiled at you once more. He shook his head disapproving of your apology. It wasn’t necessary in his mind. All he wanted was to make sure you were okay. You sat on the table for what felt like hours kicking your legs back and forth anxiously hitting the bench with your heels before Trent rolled over on the stool and put his hand on your knee to stop the annoying noise. “Sorry I’m scared.” You looked at him with a panic threatening to spill over your lash line in the form of tears. He kissed your knee and slid a little closer to you. 

“Do not apologize to me. I know it feels scary, but there's no need to be. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. We’re here to make sure you are healthy for yourself and for our family, and that beautiful little baby girl we have. It’s all going to be okay, I promise baby.” His voice was low and calm. Incredibly steady and sure. It put your mind at ease until the door opened and your heart began beating wildly in your chest. A knot in your throat immediately forming. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A woman asked. You nodded shyly. “Don’t be nervous, hun. It’ll only be a few simple things today so let’s just take a look and we’ll take things as slow as you like, alright?” She cooed sweetly. She performed a physical exam, taking your weight things like that before she reviewed some of your vitals, she took some blood to examine, and then a more psychological evaluation to learn more about your eating behaviors and beliefs. She was kind and gentle the whole time. A few tears definitely were shed though. “Most new moms experience postpartum ‘baby blues’ after childbirth.” The doctor began speaking and Trent was quick to leave his seat to come and be next to you. “I think of course, with your previous medical history, you have had an incredibly amplified response after the birth of your daughter. Additionally, when considering your environment and the high stress social factors you're under, it is quite a storm but the good thing is, storms do pass.” She continued and Trent felt like someone punched him in the stomach. This was his fear. He asked you if he made things worse and you said no but he knew that the environment you had been thrust into, his environment was a driving factor, and the doctor just confirmed it. It was and it wasn’t in your mind. Subconsciously you’d be going to his games absolutely panicked about what you looked like but it never clicked for you that it was something you wanted to do anything other than worry. You wanted to be good for him. It didn’t feel unhealthy and yet it most definitely was. 

“We’re going get you better, baby. Keep you happy and healthy.” Trent cooed trying to distract himself from his current spiral of thoughts as he drove you both home. You felt… okay. It was odd. It was validating to hear from the doctor and have the support of Trent but obviously they weren’t exactly the best things to have confirmed about yourself. 

“I love you, T. Thank you so much for coming with me. I want to be better for you.” You cooed sadly staring out the window not being able to look at him. In a backwards way you felt like you were disappointing him.

“Be better for yourself, alright? Teddy and I will always be there to support you, baby.”  He kissed your cheek at the next light. 

“I honestly don’t even feel like I want to go after everything.” You whispered to Trent laying on his chest. After a long day you had put Teddy down for bed and you decided to cozy up in the cinema for a movie. You had bachelor and bachelorette parties planned by your friends. “I just want to stay with you right here.” You pouted as you continued to whine to him. You weren’t doing things rigidly traditionally but you’d still planned small holidays with your respective friends a month out from the wedding. Yes, a month. Your wedding was in a month and you were getting increasingly more and more anxious about all the things you still needed to get done but ahead of that, holidays.

“Well, baby I think it’s pretty planned but I’ll see you right after. Will go by quick”   He kissed your head but he really was trying to focus on the film you were watching. The idea of going on a hen do with the likes of Lauren, Winnie and a few of your friends sounded like an amazing time but you also just were so terrified something like your night pre-webley would happen again. Both Lauren and Winnie assured you that wouldn’t happen. Trent did as well. He had even gone as far as to call Winnie and talk about making sure you’d be okay.

“They should go without us. We should just have our own holiday right here. Me and you.” You giggled. You propped yourself up on your elbows resting on his chest looking up at him. He gave you a soft sleepy smile. You returned it before you kissed his lips. 

“Oh yeah? What do you want to do on our holiday?” He hummed, switching his focus from the screen to you. Your angelic smile was more captivating than any silver screen. He kept his cheeky smile, one of his hands sliding down from the small of your back to your ass, the other picking up your chin. 

“Could just be us, stay in bed the whole time. I’d get to kiss you whenever I want.” You cooed nuzzling into his hand holding your face. He shook his head at how silly you sounded. 

“Baby, that’s literally us now. Every off day I have, we spend extra time in bed. You genuinely kiss me whenever you want anyway. That’s not exactly a holiday is it?” He cooed tilting his head looking for your recognition. You just smiled shyly. “If we’re going on holiday, skipping a stag do mind you, I’ve got rules.” You then tilted your head to the side looking at him with inquiry. “Rule one… need you by my side the whole time.” He began mapping out his ruled for Trent and Y/N’s fictional holiday at home. You hummed in agreement wrapping your arms around him and pulling yourself tighter to his warm body. ‘Second, most importantly, no clothes, none, if you’re with me, you’re without these.” He snapped the strap of your tank top back down on your shoulder. “You don’t need any of this” He spoke a bit softer now. 

“Rule three…” You cooed, interrupting him to fill in another mandate. He smiled at your interjection “You fuck me all day, every day.” You whispered in his ear coming to nibble on his earlobe. He let out a breathy chuckle. He squeezed you tighter to him, dropping his hand to join the other kneading the fat of your ass. 

“I can do that. What about at night? Anything you want every night from me?” He teased cheekily kissing your cheek. You pulled back and straddled his lap. You shrugged innocently. “I think I will fuck you all night too, yeah? Just to keep things balance, you know? What do ya think, baby?” He cooed with a cheeky smirk. You nodded. He pulled you by waist and wrapped his arms around your back in a bear hug aggressively tight to him. He rolled side to side bringing you with him. “Love you so much. So so much.” He grunted muffled into your hair. You could barely breath thats how tight he squished you. You giggled and attempted to wiggle away at first but you gave up knowing you could never out strength him. You laid limp and let him man handle you until he got tired and pulled your face to kiss your lips. 

“Get up!” Trent said fairly harshly as he slapped your ass while you laid half asleep still in bed. The morning light barely was even coming through your windows. You didn’t even know what time it was, that’s how early it was, you couldn’t even have a guess. 

“You’re in off-season. Go back to bed, you psycho.” You retorted with a groan, nuzzling further into your pillows. You pulled the covers up to cover you more but Trent was quick to fight you on it, holding the other end tight. 

“Nah, let’s go. We’re going to work out.” He said picking up your arm from beside you and pulling you. Your body slid along the mattress but you were dead weight. After you had gone to the clinic to meet the doctor she had discussed getting more into fitness for strength and stress relief. Creating a new and healthier relationship with working out aside from using it solely as a tool to lose weight. Trent’s eyes lit up because he knew this was something he could help with. 

“We’re not doing anything. You can go do that.” You grumbled trying to wrangle your hand free from him. This was something he was good at. He wanted to be involved and if there was one place he knew he would feel comfortable assisting in, it would be in a gym.  

“Come on! Gonna make you a real buff ting” He laughed using a bit of slang he probably wouldn’t use day to day but it applied and was funny. He was trying to be light and fun and not say ‘get out of bed, you’ve had a terrible month and you were told by a doctor you have to work out because you were getting widely unhealthy.’ He was far nicer than that though. He loved you too much. 

“I don’t want to be a buff ting.” You rebutted. He smirked at your American pronunciation of a very British phrase. You rolled your eyes unamused with his fascination with your accent. 

“Not having it, I’ll bring you down just like this. Nothing’s stopping me from just carrying you as is to the gym with me now so if you want to wear one of your cute little workout sets you better get up on your own.” He quipped tapping at your ass covered by the blankets. 

“You just want me in a cute little workout set.” You cocked your head to the side to look at him. He looked beautiful. He hadn’t put a top on yet. His shorts hung low with a pair of white crew socks on. Frankly, you just wanted to pull him back into bed and do some cardio there. 

“I do. I really do.” He cooed running his hand down your back over your butt, not without slapping your ass once more. You whined but he continued dragging his touch down the back of your legs. He got to your ankle and pulled, dragging your body physically down the bed. 

“T!!!” You wiggled helplessly. “Okay! Okay!” You fell into giggles. “I’m going! You're so annoying. Just let me change into the silly set you want to see and then we can go.” You looked at him with a stupid smile on your face and his face pulled into a smug grin letting go of you. He stood with his hands on his hips waiting purposefully impatiently and more than happily watched you peel your t-shirt off and struggle to pull a sports bra over your head.

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[14dayswithyou]

I'll hoe myself out, bully me all you want for this

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But I want to pull an uno reverse on Ren and hump his pillows leaving a mess in it–

✦゜ANSWERED: Bedsheet boy thanks you for giving them their new favourite pillow Wawa <3

🔞 YOU MUST BE 18+ TO VIEW. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI! 🔞

Ren comes home, only to find his bedroom door cracked open slightly and the soft mewls of your voice coming from behind it.

Imagine the surprise on his face once his eyes finally find you in the dark, perched on his bed with your head thrown back and your thighs straddling his pillow.

You'd barely have any time to react before he's all over you, desperately running his hands along your body and slotting his lips against yours.

After a heated makeout sesh, he'll manoeuvre you until you're practically riding his face instead -- and once you've been adequately satisfied with his mouth, tongue, and fingers; he'll throw you back on his pillow and draw three more orgasms out of you with his cock.

Probably won't wash his pillow for the next few days <3 /hj

[withlove-xixi]

— LACE LATTICE LULLABY: spike spiegel x reader

KINKTOBER DAY TEN: LINGERIE ᥫ cw: nsfw, lingere, blood/injury mention ᥫ wc: 1019 ★ never posting for this guy again ever because i hate him i hate him he is my arch nemesis and i want him dead (he is my all time favorite husband wawa he makes me light headed and gives me a stomach ache and i hate him) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— YOU WERE JUST FULL OF SURPRISES WEREN’T YOU?

[♡]: spike hates surprises. what? half the time they were stressful, more than anything. they ruined his good mood and only ever made his bad moods worse. and you? you were full of surprises. honestly, the way you’ve wound spike so tightly around your finger is surprise enough. hell, if anything, it’s the most surprising thing you’ve done! but every now and then, you try to outdo yourself, whether you know it or not.

GOD, TODAY WAS SHIT.

It had started off shit, from the moment he woke up and slipped on some unfolded dirty laundry and hit his head against the ground to the moment Ein jumped on his lap causing him to spill hot coffee all over himself. Faye made sure to remind him of the incidents throughout their day together chasing after a decent bounty, making sure to rub into his face how today was just not his day. Especially when he had nearly crashed the Swordfish II into a building after failing to maneuver away from a flock of birds or when a car had hit him when they had chased the bounty on foot or when a door had suddenly flung open and whacked him directly in the face. At least someone was having a good time.

And after all that trouble, they had lost the bounty. One of Spike’s many misfortunes had caused them to get too far ahead for them to chase and hide within a crowded marketplace. And despite going through almost half the trouble, Faye was still gleefully giggling about everything, going as far as calling Spike on their comms to tease him about it, because as much as her day was bad, Spike was definitely having a far worse one. Needless to say, the flight back home to the Bebop was excruciatingly torturous.

Every bone in Spike’s exhausted body screamed and pleaded for rest, begged to lay on his old mattress and sleep for the next two days. His muscles ached and his wounds seared in pain at every moment, every step that took him closer to his room. Though his room was in a sorry state (perhaps in an even worse one than Spike was), it was far more favorable to sleep away his aches than to be awake even a second longer to feel every ounce of pain that surged through his body.

He was grateful at least that Jet hadn’t found out yet that he and Faye had lost the bounty, otherwise he’d be getting an hour-long earful of a lecture on how little funds they had left and how much they needed if they wanted to have a decent next meal. And at least Ed and Ein didn’t crowd on him too much for stories or souvenirs or other such antics, though he was half-certain the pissed off look on his face was enough to care the two away for even a couple of hours. Because really, at the end of a terribly shitty day, all Spike wanted to do was sleep or drink his troubles away. And the Bebop had recently run out of its supply of alcohol (he knows because he was the one to have depleted it), sleep was the best option. He could get some decent shut-eye before he had to get up for a disappointing dinner and to be patched up for his wounds.

With a groan he slides open the door to his room, a brief moment of relief washing over him when he’s met with the familiar sight of a messy, dimly lit, cramped bedroom. Briefly because as soon as he swings the door open, he’s punted in the face with something forceful and soft. Spike lets the pillow thud onto the ground, his body going rigid partly because he was so desperately trying to keep his cool and because, again, several times today he had been hit in the face, he’s pretty sure his nose was somewhat broken and he’s certain that a pillow to the face was only going to make the pain sting a bit longer.

You fail to notice the tired expression on his face or the dried up blood or his tattered clothes when you sit up on his bed and begin lecturing him, and honestly, he’s a bit too tired to register what you’re saying. Something, something, what took you so long, something, something, it was freezing. He only sighs deeply as you get up, he assumes to supposedly jut your nagging finger at his chest, but he watches as you suddenly freeze and your expression changes almost instantaneously.

Suddenly you’re nearly crying, hurriedly and panickedly yelling apologies and gingerly running your hands over his wounds. “What the hell happened to you?” You cry out, your frustrated tone long shifted into one of pure worry and concern. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn’t know— I-I didn’t mean to yell at you—”

He lets you run your mouthful of apologies, sighing through his nose as his hands find purchase in your hips. Spike was meant to rub circles onto your skin, a way to calm you down and soothe himself of his worries, but his hands feel something unfamiliar, the tips of his fingers brushing against something soft and thin. He spares a perplexed glance down at you as you’re rambling away on how you were going to patch him up as soon as possible, and his eyes widen almost instinctively at what you’re wearing.

It’s some thin thing that barely covers your body, a pretty, little, lacey black number that graces your skin so beautifully Spike’s body instantly tenses at the sight, which only causes you to panic really because suddenly he’s stiff as a board. His mouth hangs ajar, saliva pooling inside it and threatening to drip down the corners of his lips.

“Sp-spike? What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Are you—”

Words die in your throat when you feel his fingers play at the hem of your lingerie, boldly tracing against the patterns of the lace with an almost feather-light touch. A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers slowly dip beneath the fabric, wedging them snugly against the garter and your flesh. He leans down, against your ear and he can’t even form the words to speak to you so he pants heavily into the shell of your ear. Spike’s quickly rewarded with a soft whimper from your lips.

“Spike…” Your voice is like heaven, so needy and quiet like it were something sacred.

Today was worth all the trouble.

[derek-draws-stuff]

MassPenn is puppy and Kitty, I will die on this hill

They’re sillies

Further evidence, Penny is a Great Dane, big old kinda scary dog but is just a softie unless you hurt someone he cares about or something. He’d show up at your door all menacing then politely ask you whether Wawa or Sheetz is better (there’s a correct answer, but PA ain’t telling you).

Then Massachusetts is the little guy who’ll beat your ass no matter what, whether you only looked at him funny or if you slapped him across the face. You just disrupt him in any way he’s on his way to beat the shit outta you.

Idk what Ginny would be if I applied him to this, but MassPenn is cutie patooties :3

Too many ships are kitty and puppy, but I feel like this is one for me :3

[ratedfleur]

more of chuchay with mommy & daddy!! what if she catches them in the act once again

what if this time .. hao punishing ganda by either overstimulating or edging her and she’s crying na, tapos chuchu barks at him !! and she’s like “that’s my mami!! don’t do that to her!” at the door but she doesn’t know what’s going on.. so hao has to give in but once the door closes.. oh lord 🫠 wawa naman mata & ears ni chuchu ㅠㅠ and kawawa rin si mami kay daddy.. 🫣

THANK U SA PAGSULAT NG MGA HIBANG NA IDEA KO!! SANA MAENJOY MO RIN MGA IDEAS KO AS MUCH AS U LOVE WRITING THEM

- the one and only, 🎻

long overdue but here you go, babes!

“just a little more, al. you can do one more.” hao says as he held you closer to his front, maneuvering you to spread your legs even further after they’ve slowly closed after 2 orgasms.

you whimper, shaking your head as you tried to look back at hao who hushes you.

“you can, al.” he says before reaching over your front once more, hand rubbing your clit before his fingers slipped into your hole, making you gasp as your back arched from hao’s front.

hao immediately fingers you, plunging his fingers in and out of you. this has you crying, trying to push away his hand.

“al, i can’t.. please, enough!” you cried out loud, feeling hao slide his fingers in and out of you before his free hand rubbed your swollen clit, making your hips buck towards his hand.

“you can take it, al.” hao hushes you before he picks up the pace, plunging his fingers into you with a faster pace.

he continues to listen to your cries and whiny moans, growing hard behind you. his fingers curl inside of you, prodding against your spot.

“al, ‘m sorry. i can’t!” you cried out loud before hao whispers sweet nothings into your ear, one hand reaching up to fondle and twist at your stiff peaks.

his fingers rub and twist at your nipple, making you arch your back before he switches over to the other boob, alternating between them ever so often while fingering you.

“gonna be my good girl, hmm? i just want you to cum all over me, al—“ hao says before he hears scratching at the door before a yip follows.

your own mind doesn’t even register the sound, busy moaning as hao kept pleasuring your pussy and your tits.

the pup continues to bark from behind the door, angry barks coming from her small frame. she scratches at the door again when the door doesn’t open, only hearing your cries from the closed room.

“come on baby, you can cum— chu, stop it.” hao said before he called out to the pup, trying to stop her barking and scratches.

“al please, no more..” you whimpered as you turned your head to look back at hao, eyes immediately on his blonde hair that your hand reached up for, placed at hao’s nape where your fingers twisted and pulled at the blonde hairs on his nape.

“baby, just one more.” hao insists before he hisses, feeling you pull at his hair before he hears the pup bark again, scratching at the door.

irritated, hao pulls his fingers out of you which causes you to gasp at the sudden emptiness, hole clenching over nothing as hao slipped out of the bed only to open the door, making the pup run in and bark repeatedly at his feet.

hao hushes her as he got back on the bed, instead he lied down on his stomach in between your legs. he lets you breathe for a few seconds while he reached for your favorite dildo he placed on the bed earlier.

it was half of hao’s length, girth substantially smaller than him. it was still big, given that hao was on the longer and girthier side.

he popped the head inside of his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before he took it out of his mouth and prodded it against your hole, teasing your wet pussy with it.

you gasped, feeling the head slowly slipping in inside of you. “baby, no more..” you took a sharp gasp as hao bottomed out the dildo inside of you in one go, immediately pulling it in and out of you.

the pup barks from the ground, listening to your cries as if she’s trying to defend you from the devil in between your legs.

hao hushes her again as he’s fucking you, hand busy thrusting the dildo inside and the other rubbing your clit.

“al…” you sobbed, feeling yourself near as hao kept fucking you. he hummed as a response, “cum whenever you can, al. one last and we’re all done.” hao says before he comes in close to your pussy, thumb and index finger spreading your folds to reveal your clit to you before he came and licked one stripe in between your folds before he kept licking and flicking his tongue on your clit whilst he fucked you.

the pup still stood firmly on the ground, barking as she heard more of your cries. she whines when your cries get a little louder as you were one step from the edge of your orgasm.

“cum for me baby, come on.” hao panted in between your legs before he licked your pussy up again while twisting the dildo inside of you as he pushed it in and out.

“fuck fuck— i’m gonna— fuck ‘m gonna cum!” you moaned as your back arched from the bed, hands blindly reaching for the blonde mop in between your legs to pull him closer to you.

chu barked before she whined and scurried out of the room, ears ringing from your shrieks and loud cries as you came all over hao and the dildo.

hao smiles as he pulled away from your clit, watching as a ring of white surrounded the dildo as he pushed it in and out of you.

he coos as you sob whilst cumming, “it’s okay, we’re all done. good girl.” hao says with a smile before he placed a soft kiss on your clit, pulling the dildo out of you before he lied down beside you, hugging you til you came out of your shallow subspace.

[imposterzoe]

Kiss prompts: Said/Arif or Said/Bismilla... #42 - to gain something and/or #45 - without Motive (many options ;P)

Thanks Wawa! I think I'm just gonna do 42 cuz I can't see Said doing anything without motive lol. May or may not have gotten carried away.

It's what needed to be done.

Supreme in solitary and Kareem back in charge hadn't been enough to pierce through Nacim's doubt. He slept fitfully and spent hours each day staring at his Kufi and prayer beads trying to reach the profound understanding he'd had for them once. Trying to feel the overwhelming comfort they'd brought him once. Trying to clear his head.

Afsana told them quite blandly that Arif's poor leadership had ripped gaping holes in the man's faith. In the man's trust. If Kareem wanted his faithful bodyguard back it would take a great show of power.

Proof that Kareem would steady him when he became unbalanced, no matter the cost. Proof that he was cared about, even after all that happened. Proof that... they could go back to how things were before.

"Do you know what you're gonna do?" Arif asked as they walked toward Shipping and Receiving.

Kareem nodded. "Simply waiting for the right time."

And it came.

They got the number for the next incoming wave and were 10 sheets short.

"Get them, Nacim."

A test.

Nacim had been rolling his eyes and huffing at every order like a teenager these last few months. If that was the same, he wasn't ready. Still too defiant for Kareem to get through to him now.

But he passed with flying colors, literally dropping everything to do as he was told. Kareem watched him carefully before giving Arif a meaningful look. One that said Follow me in 45 seconds and guard the door.

At the answering nod, he slipped away with a dancer's grace. His steps even and determined as he walked toward the small storage closet in the back corner.

Nacim had left the door open and that was the first thing to be remedied. By the time he realized he wasn't alone, Kareem had shut the door and boxed him in. Logically, he should be afraid. This was Oz, after all. But he couldn't bring himself to be.

Not when Kareem simply being this close eased some of the strain on his soul.

He stares at his former leader and waits. He's expecting a patented Minister Saïd lecture™ full of passion and righteous fury. And he does get something passionate but not a single word is said.

Kareem grabs his face, pins him against the wall, and gives him a kiss. A kiss so warm and sweet and loving that there must be a God because this is heaven.

The sheets tumble from his hands as he grips Kareem's forearms. They're solid and strong and grounding and why in the world had he ever wanted to follow anyone else?

The hand on his face slides down to rest on his collarbone and suddenly, despite Kareem's warmth, he's freezing. He needs his beads, his kufi, his Qu'ran. He needs to be by the side of his Imam. He needs to be kissed like this more often.

They part and pant and Kareem's basically holding him up because he can't feel his legs.

"Rejoin me." Kareem says as if he didn't know that Nacim was irrevocably his. "Rejoin me and I swear to you, you will never have reason to doubt your faith again."

He nods, head clearing for the first time in what felt like years. He wants to lean back in. To become even more settled and grounded than before. To see if two lips are capable of giving him true enlightenment.

But Arif raps once on the door and they can hear the gate rattling open and they're still 10 sheets short out there.

Kareem makes sure his footing is firm before letting go. They take a moment to stare at each other. To feel seen by one another.

But moments only last so long and they need to go.

"Bring the sheets."

"Yes, sir."

[drpeppertummy]

Make him eat something dumb accident or not be mean to him >:3

MEAN to him ..............................

[post-stuffing tummyache, brief mention of past verbal abuse/degrading talk & a tiny hint to alcoholism]

Leon groaned and curled up around his aching belly. It gurgled miserably at the added pressure of his legs pushing against it, and, realizing this wasn't the best position, he turned ungracefully onto his back. Looking down at himself, he was both astonished and ashamed at how far his belly bulged out, stuffed far too full of nothing good.

As he lay there trying to soothe his upset stomach, Leon was startled by the phone ringing beside his head. He reached out awkwardly and grabbed it, nearly knocking an empty bottle off the end table with the cord. He supposed he shouldn't tease Shel so much for using a flip phone when he still had an old landline with the curly cord, but that was a concern for another time.

"Hello?" The word came out a little wobblier than he'd have liked it to, but he was glad to hear a familiar voice on the other end.

"Hey, Leon the Lion! What're you up to?"

"Oh, just lyin' around," Leon replied, feeling pleased with his stupid pun. Shel's wheezy chuckle was contagious, and he smiled.

"Course you are. Hey, you doin' anything today? They got that little fall festival goin' on over down at the park by Giuliana's," said Shel.

"Oh, I don't know," sighed Leon. "I'm not feeling great right now."

"Oh? What's the matter?" He could hear an almost motherly concern in Shel's voice, and while he felt bad about worrying him, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him feel a little warm and fuzzy.

"I gave myself a stomachache 'cause I'm a knucklehead."

"Aw, shoot. Well, hey, how 'bout I come over and keep you company?"

"Aw, Shelly, you don't have to do that," said Leon, touched. "Go to the festival."

"Festival's no fun without you, dummy," said Shel. "Besides, I don't like thinkin' about you layin' there feelin' shitty all by yourself. I'll be over in a little bit, okay?"

"Alright," Leon gave in. "You're the best, Shelly."

Leon shifted around on the couch, trying to find whatever position would make his stomach feel least worst. Finally, he settled on his side, although moving around hadn't helped. His belly let out a queasy rumble as it struggled to process his big lunch. He'd stopped by Wawa earlier in the day and gotten himself a pork roll sandwich and a bag of tepid jalapeño poppers from the hot tray, and, in a spur-of-the-moment decision, he'd ordered a milkshake as well. He'd been full by the time he got to the shake, but, not wanting to wreck it by putting it in the freezer, he'd gone ahead and drank it anyway.

Now, his belly felt just about ready to pop, and the heavy, greasy, meaty, creamy combination of food inside had him feeling horribly ill. As he lay there, he couldn't help but think of all the awful things Bill would've said to him for eating such a bunch of crap, and he began to feel even worse about himself than he already did. At the same time, the thought made him feel unbelievably lucky to have Shel in his life. Shel would never call him a fat pig or a slobby bitch or anything like that. Shel was always so sweet and gentle with him. Then again, maybe Bill was right. Maybe he was a slobby bitch. Maybe he didn't deserve Shel at all. Leon hugged a pillow to his chest, and, despite his far-too-stuffed stomach, he wished he had a drink.

As if to break the spell, Shel came limping through the door with a delayed knock, a bottle of ginger ale in his hand. Leon looked up, startled out of his spiral of self-loathing.

"Oh, gosh, Leon," Shel exclaimed sympathetically at the sight of his friend's distended tummy. Leon looked sheepishly up at him as he sat down in the chair beside the couch, and the mixture of discomfort and shame on his face made Shel's heart ache.

"Here, I grabbed this on the way," said Shel, passing him the ginger ale. "I know you never keep yours in the fridge."

"Shelly, you're an angel," said Leon. He took a small sip, not wanting to bloat his aching stomach up even more, and immediately felt a little bit better.

"Here, c'mere," said Shel, moving over to the couch and gesturing for Leon to come closer. Leon pushed himself upright with a grunt, his belly gurgling uncomfortably at the movement, then, shyly, he let Shel take him into his arms, leaning against his side and laying his head on his shoulder. Shel rested his hands on Leon's round tummy. It was shockingly taut, and he winced as it let out another queasy grumble. The touch was comforting, though, and he felt Leon grow more relaxed in his arms.

"Jeez, buddy, what do you got in there?"

"A bunch of crap," Leon said glumly.

"Well, hey, it happens to the best of us, right?" Shel smiled down at him, gently rubbing his belly. Leon returned the smile.

"Yeah, I guess so."

[evcryopeneye]

@fxnrirs gets a starter

Was Denzel sorry? 

No. 

Kid deserved it and there was no way around that one. If there was anything that Denzel deeply despised it was unfairness, he’d suffered more than enough of it in his life to know what it felt like. He wasn’t going to just stand back and watch it happen. If it wasn’t Shinra dropping a plate full of its own employees onto its own citizens it was the fall out from their mistreatment of the planet and people leading to a damn apocalypse. Or, it was the gangs that had operated around Midgar after the city had literally collapsed, ready to pick out the guts of the place and sell it despite the fact they knew the damn place was poisoned. 

Frankly, he was getting a little fed up and tired of people bossing others around. 

The fight in the park had been the last straw. The house of that little girl crying had grated him in ways that Denzel couldn’t quite explain. Things were meant to be different now, how many times had he heard someone on TV say that this was a new world, or adults continuously talking about how things were going to be different now. Sometimes he wasn’t so sure. 

Truthfully, he hadn’t intended on throwing the first punch, but the moment he’d witnessed the other boy smack the younger girl, pure anger had taken over. He didn’t remember much of the fight beyond the first punch, it had turned into something more of a brawl than a skilled fight, but the winner had been clear. Denzel had emerged with a split lip and a graze on the side of his head and maybe a bruise or two, the other kid. Clean knocked out. Maybe, it would knock some sense into him. 

While he’d been victorious for all of ten minutes, the livid mother at Elmyras door had shattered that. Denzel had held his tongue, what he’d wanted to say was ‘maybe if you did your job your son wouldn’t be a dickhead’ but he thought better of it. Instead, he was waiting for the inevitable. If there was anything he wawa sure of now, Cloud was going to save something to say about it. 

[critterdotcom]

Concept- Jeff and reader in a secret relationship in the cabin and are fucking and get found out by stamper midfuck o.o

You kind of weaseled Jeff into it, is the thing. Your boyfriend isn’t into anything that could possibly get you or him caught, but you find it thrilling to kiss and grope him right at his desk when the guys do a Wawa run, alone in the cabin but at risk of being walked in on at any moment. It’s exhilarating, sneaking a hand into Jeff’s pants when you’re both curled up beneath a blanket on movie night, when his friends are a few feet away, completely oblivious. You know Jeff doesn’t totally get it, but— well, he doesn’t exactly stop you when you get handsy. 

You finally wore Jeff down enough that he only gave minor grumbles about screwing you right against the wall, between Zach and Stamper’s desks. And in fairness, you had been teasing him the whole day, so it was only a matter of time. Horny Jeff is like a ticking time bomb, so when his friends all decided to go out to eat, Jeff said he’d stay behind, and you— knowing exactly what would happen— chirped that you’d also stay behind. And now here you are, back pressed against the wall while Jeff thrusts into you, big hands keeping you firmly between him and the wall.

“You’re a slut, you know that?” he asks you, shifting even closer to wrap one arm beneath your ass, your legs tightening around his waist. It’s instinctual, and you hardly think about the fact that Jeff isn’t wearing a condom. All you can think about is how thick he is, stretching you out and filling you up, fucking you so good you couldn’t stay quiet even if you wanted to. Jeff runs one hand along the top of your thigh and angles it inward, thumb brushing your sensitive clit. “Fuck,” you whine, bucking awkwardly into the touch, not able to do a whole lot when he’s keeping you so secure in his arms. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He pulls out nearly all the way and you groan, arms locked around his neck. “Maybe I should leave you like this,” Jeff says, breathless with the new idea. You huff and knock his baseball cap off his head and bury both hands into his hair, leaning in and kissing him hard. It’s enough for Jeff to sink back inside your pussy, slowly, achingly; you arch and whimper into his mouth and he answers with a low grunt of pleasure. The thumb against your clit moves faster, tiny circles, and you try again to flex your hips up against him. His tongue slips into your mouth and strokes along your own, runs along the peaks of your teeth, and it’s so filthy and probing you shiver and go limp.

Jeff breaks the kiss and looks behind himself suddenly, leaving you bereft and a little upset. “Hey,” you say, and then see the door to the office hanging open. Oh no. Stamper is standing in the doorway, two plastic takeout bags hanging from his loosening grasp. His eyes are wide and his mouth is agape as he stares at you and Jeff, the compromising position you’re both in. “Wow. Uh… wow,” is all Stamper can say, and then he averts his gaze to his sneakers, shuffles the bags to one hand and turns away quickly. “I’ll text Mick to keep the guys at the restaurant for, like, uh, fifteen more minutes.” 

[the-feral-one]

(@lightofunova): A flurry of brilliant white flames comes into your vision, swirling together until they form a sparkling scroll on old parchment. Unraveling it reveals old text stamped with flowers at the bottom of the letter. Though it seems almost impossible to read, the text begins to shift and translate itself for you!

“Dearest guest,

You are cordially invited to a night of fun and games at Lady Reshi’s request. Should you wish to attend please come to my tower and bring your finest sleepwear. We will have plenty of entertainment, food, and more for you to indulge yourself in. I eagerly await your arrival.

Reshiram”

Ogerpon, Spot, Pink: (all talking over each other, but saying the same thing) "May we go? Can we go? It's gonna be fun! Pleeeease?"

Oki: (he waited until Ogerpon, Spot and Pink had stopped talking over each other before responding) "We may go to this, but we'll need sleepwear first."

The three siblings looked at each other, then gasped as they came up with an idea.

Ogerpon: "We'll find some in the big town with all the lights!"

Pink: "Wawa-wawa!" ("Levincia!")

Ogerpon: "Yeah, that one!"

They dashed away after telling Oki about where they were going, and that they would be back before sundown.

Outside the shrine..

Pao: "So run that by me again, Wo - you and your family are gonna go to a sleepover...and you want me to go with you?"

Wo: "You haven't had the opportunity to do anything like this, so I thought that it would be nice if you did this time around."

Pao: "...so...who's gonna look over your shrine? Usually I do that when you're away so nobody tries getting into it..."

Wo: "Well, this time, I hope that anybody who sees the locked hole in the cliff face doesn't have any bright ideas. Peseta did help to put better locks onto the door, so if anybody tries to get in, they will find doing so to be very difficult."

Pao: "Oh yeah. Forgot about those. So when are we going?"

Wo: "As soon as possible, but I do hope that we get enough rest beforehand. The location on the invite does look to be quite the distance, so I want us to be as prepared as possible."

Pao: "...want me to stay here, just to make sure we all leave together?"

Wo: "That would be optimal."

Pao: (he gets up and heads into the shrine) "I shall see you when you waken me, Wo."

--

Wo, Oki, Ogerpon, Pink and Spot are gonna attend the event!

Chien-Pao shall tag along with them too.

(there is one more, but I'll do their event intro soon)

[emabatis]

About a Werewolf in the Wawa Parking Lot

This was the second option on this poll I did. People seemed to like it, so here's the whole short story, in all it's exactly 1,000 words:

It’s not full. It’s never full.

That’s the good thing about going out when everyone else is at work or asleep. Just about the only good thing, truth told. Everybody’s hurting for workers until I send something in. I get on fine, the lord never lets my belly get too empty, and he doesn't let my head get too empty, either, or by the time the month is over, I’d have spent a fortune on milkshakes of varying quality. Sometimes they don’t even have milkshakes, and I need to settle for a “cream smoothie," which they say is healthier but if you ask me it’s just the same price for more ice. Not disgusting, but when I’m already shaky, the last thing I need is less sugar.

It’s a warm night for the month, a bit cloudy. Old, baggy jacket weather. I’m preferring old, baggy clothes these days. I’m sipping in the parking lot, letting the condensation soothe my orange palms. It’s strawberry cheesecake. Not my favorite flavor, but, you know, if you just order your favorite every time, it loses its magic. I still like strawberry cheesecake fine. It’s my niece’s favorite. It’s also one of the flavors I can drink regularly without spewing. That’s been a problem lately, throwing up. Some weeks are worse than others. I get by. This week’s been pretty great, actually.

It’ll be an hour or two before Hank gets here - he works until late in the evening. He doesn’t know I’m here, but - lord willing and the creek don’t rise - he’ll stop here like he usually does after work and he can drive me home.

Or maybe I’ll end up forgetful in the morning, covered in dew in the cornfield next door - there’s always a corn field next door, but I’m specifically talking about the one I’m looking at. There’s deer in that corn field. It’s safe, warm, and full of food. All enclosed. Denser than the woods, too dense for any predators, not that they have to worry about those. All the wolves in the area got put down before most anyone can remember, outside of the nursing home or family attic. That doesn't include me just yet.

A pair of eyes are glowing from behind the stalks, as still and bright as the sign they reflect back at me. Wawa, the deer’s eyes promise. It’s a doe, just out of her white spots. There had to be a gas station somewhere in the however-huge stretch between the two closest ones, and it might as well be a Wawa on this corner, between the old schoolhouse for sale and a corn field full of deer.

My stomach is gnawing at itself. Again? I’m thinking about how awkward it would be to go back into the store I just finished up in, especially since I can’t remember if I had the presence of mind to not say “you too” when they told me to enjoy my shake. I didn’t have the presence of mind to notice it was gone, and here I am, sucking on air like a fool. I’ll throw the cup away. Probably eat it next, if I don’t.

The sunset is pretty, tonight. Just the right amount of clouds and at just the right texture to make colors pop. I saw the moon earlier, it was huge. I could read by that moon alone, it’s the biggest and brightest I’ve seen in a long while. That might’ve been yesterday, actually.

The streetlights are on, now. 

Something’s wrong with my body, I think. Not enough elbows. The air’s a lot hotter than it was a minute ago. Like I just got a pint of blood poured in me, and it’s got nowhere to go but it’s going fast. I can feel it thrumming to my fingers and toes. The deer is still staring, frozen in place.

A surge of vomit wants to crawl up my throat, and it scratches as I swallow it down. It doesn’t taste like strawberry cheesecake. I don’t want to know what it tastes like. My stomach hurts, that kind of hurt that doesn’t leave room for words like “squeezing” or “throbbing.” Just pain. I’m praying oh lord help me, and it helps, a bit.

Taking deep breaths is important for pain. Mostly because breathing is important for survival, and pain makes people forget everything they learned about how to survive. It feels like every exhale releases that pain into the world, where it can scatter and grow into something nicer.

It doesn’t last. I’m almost knocked over by another wave. This time it’s in my chest. Not so easy to breathe through it. I must’ve been screaming, because my jaw is sore. No one inside has come out to see what’s what, those inconsiderate kids.

It passes quick, but I get the feeling it’s gonna come back quick, and with a vengeance. I’ve gotta move. The light, the sound of the neon, the smell, it’s all too much. I’m gritting my teeth so hard I swear I can hear them bend. I can’t feel my legs, wouldn’t know what to do with them if I could. 

A tooth is falling out of my mouth. Another one now. And another. The pain takes me after I taste my own blood, and it spreads from my mouth to the tips of my toes. Everywhere, it’s noisy, it’s bright, it smells like my own body.

When did I end up on the ground? A while ago, I reckon. I see something in the sky, just behind the Wawa sign.

There’s a sickening pop somewhere inside of me, I’m spasming, howling, and eventually the pain is so big, so much bigger than the body that needs to hold it, that a sort of instinctual clarity opens my eyes. Yes. This is what’s supposed to happen. The deer finally runs away. That won’t do. It has to stay full.I take a deep breath, and push, push, push into the field.

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids IX

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

Wawa

Jimmy woke that morning with a pounding headache. His left temple throbbed with agony. That punk knew how to land a hit, that was for sure. His vision was blurry for a moment before his eyes finally found a focal point at his door. Jimmy contemplated attending his classes for the day, thinking it was better to go easy on himself. He likely had a concussion, but Jimmy remembered his grades. So much for laying in bed all day.

He sat up with a groan, pulling open his nightstand to fish out some Tylenol. Jimmy popped two, chasing them with water he had on his desk. He grabbed his go-to uniform and dressed. Jimmy checked himself out in the mirror before he left his dorm to catch Pete and Gary at the library.

He walked the campus, hearing angry gossip. At first, he figured it was over something trivial and petty, like prep vs. greaser smack talk. However, this was very different. He noticed that irritability among the jocks was more prevalent. Every single one of those roid donkeys was making threats through gritted teeth. So, he did what any nosy student would do; go to Christy Martin.

He jogged to the school building, finding the perky redhead instantly.

“Christy! Wait!” He hollered.

She turned, “oh my god! Hi, Jimmy!” She smiled, looking down at him.

“UH, quick question. I know the mascot got taken, but what’s got the jocks all wound up?’ He asked.

“Oh yeah! Last night some Heartland kids came and vandalized the field, fieldhouse, and took the mascot,’ Christy explained, ‘it’s like, so stupid, and like, childish.”

“Good grief, who even are the Heartland kids?”

“You don’t know? Oh my god! They’re like, our biggest rival in like, everything Jimmy,” Christy gasped.

Jimmy nodded, feeling like an idiot. He’d attended Bullworth for a semester and hadn’t known their rival until now.

“Anyways, I’ll see you around! Bye, Jimmy!” Christy grinned, giving him a flirtatious finger wave.

He smiled, shaking his head. What a cutie. Jimmy turned on his heel and power walked to the English class he shared with Gary and Pete.

As soon as he sat, Jimmy got hit in the arm.

“Where were you, moron?’ Gary snapped.

“Ow! Chill out Gary! I was tryna find out who stole my mascot!” Jimmy tenderly rubbed his stinging skin.

“Your head,” Pete mentioned.

“Yeah, I tried to stop ‘em. Some punk guy took a cheap shot 'cause he was taller and bashed me in the head with bolt cutters.”

“Awe, you want me to kiss it better?” Gary teased, leaning over his desk.

“In your dreams,” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“You’re missin’ out James, but ok,” he chuckled, slumping back in his seat as Mr. Galloway began his drunken lecture.

English class wasn’t eventful at all. The only work Galloway gave them was vocabulary and the occasional ACT prep work. So most of the students just talked while Galloway napped on his desk. Easy A, easy way to dive deeper into what was going on with Alice’s case. The three boys went behind a bookshelf that his a corner from the rest of the class. Pillows and blankets cushion the area. Often they’d sit here anyways, so it wouldn’t be out of the norm to see the trio of trouble in the back corner scheming.

“So, what do we do now?” Pete asked.

“Go to Heartland,” Jimmy stated.

Gary and Pete slowly turn their gaze, looking at Jimmy like he had eight eyes and an extra head.

“Are you crazy?” Pete asked, scrunching his face in unease.

“If you’re suicidal, Jimmy, I could refer you to my brother,” Gary suggested but was slapped upside the head by Pete.

“What?” Jimmy squinted.

“Listen, my big neanderthal ginger friend, Bullworth kids do not go, to Heartland, ok?” Gary sighed, his cold hands clutching Jimmy’s shoulders tightly.

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, looking at the two like idiots.

“L-look man! Heartland kids hate us! And if we wind up on their turf we’re dead!” Pete whispered.

“Oh, come on! I’ve kicked almost everybody’s ass, and that includes Russel’s. What’s so scary about these kids?”

“They have nothing to lose,” Gary answered.

Jimmy shook his head, “whatever. I’ll see you two at lunch.”

A class block later, lunch began. Today was, unfortunately, mystery meat Monday. God only knows what Edna concocted in the witch’s gumbo pot to create it. Jimmy sat with the bullies, closest to Trent. The blonde had his arms around Jimmy’s waist with his chin rested on his shoulder. Jimmy poked at the pulled pork burger, squinting.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Trent asked, adjusting his hold.

“Where Edna gets this from,” he grimaced.

“I bet it’s probably not even real pork,” Trent chuckled.

“Probably,” Jimmy shrugged, taking a bite of the dull, sickening burger.

He felt a lump in his throat form, swallowing hard to get the disgusting lunch down. Jimmy would much rather live off Beam Cola and raw potatoes than whatever slop this was. What reason was there for the food to be this bad? What was Crabblesnitch even doing with all that money Derby’s dad donated? It seemed to all go into a bottomless bit, or to the football team.

“They probably have no more funds after blowing it all on the stupid football team,” the redhead spat.

“You’re tellin’ me man, Ms. peters is making all the costumes for the play by herself cause of budget cuts,” Trent sighed, glaring towards the jocks, more specifically Kirby Olsen.

“Wound’s still fresh?” Jimmy glanced.

“It’s just getting old. It’s on and off. You saw how he bailed on me at the theatre.”

“Don’t worry man, always here for you,” Jimmy patted Trent’s back.

“Awe thank you,” Trent chuckled, “promise to attend the play?”

“Promise,” Jimmy nodded, giving Trent a kiss before the bell rang.

They parted ways, Jimmy picking up his skateboard and walking to the iron gates.

“Moron! Where you going?” Gary asked, snatching Jimmy’s shoulder to turn him around.

“To get my shit back, duh.”

“Not without us dumbass.”

“Y-yeah! We’re a care package, right Gary?” Pete jogged over.

“Right!” the brunette nodded.

“Well, you bitches better grab a bike,” Jimmy snorted.

“Gary doesn’t know how to ride a bike.” Pete blurted out.

Gary slapped Pete “will you shut up femboy!”

Jimmy cracked up, but quickly restrained himself. “Pete how about you take my bike and have Gary ride on the pegs and meet me at the bus stop in town?”

Pete nodded, catching the keys to Jimmy’s tiny bike garage.

With that, Jimmy pushed off, skating down the streets and roadways until he halted at the bus stop. After a few minutes, Pete and Gary rode up and discarded the bike. Jimmy could always steal it back anyways. When the bus pulled up, they paid their tickets and boarded.

The ride to Heartland Academy was around thirty minutes or so. For most of the ride the boys spent time plotting on how they were going to sneak in- their vests would make them instantly stick out. That was not a good thing.

The plan was set. They’d toss their vests, walk by a prefect, get dress coded, then would buy heartland uniform vests. Perfect.

The trio hopped off the bus and stood outside the campus gates. Like Bullworth’s they were wide open, which was concerning. Anybody could walk in, even criminals.

“Take off your vest moron! Do you wanna get jumped!?” Gary spat, taking Jimmy out of his thoughts.

“My bad,” he replied, chucking his Bullworth vest into the bushed to join Pete and Gary’s

“Ok, act natural,” Gary urged, taking the lead and entering the campus.

Jimmy awed at the campus. Heartland was so nice compared to Bullworth, or maybe he just knew it all too well. Students passed, not even giving the three the time of day. So far so good.

Gary scanned the area, waltzing into the vision field of a prefect, initiating step number two.

“Hey! You three! Where are your uniforms?” The tall boy demanded, marching ver and coming to a robotic stop.

“Oh, we’e new and we never got any,” Gary lied, making himself look convincing.

The boy sighed, softening his posture, “follow me, I’ will show you where you can purchase your uniforms gentleman.”

The triad trailed behind the prefect like ducklings. He guided them up the stairs and into the main building. He winded through a few hallways before coming to a school spirit shop.

“Here is where you’ll get uniforms, they’re free since it’s your first time getting them. Enjoy your time at Heartland Academy boys,” he bowed, walking off to continue his rounds.

“See? It worked. I’m clever,” Gary laughed, pretending to flip his hair as they rummaged through the rather expansive options.

Jimmy had picked out a dull red vest with the school crest embroidered onto it. Gary opted for a long-sleeve scarlet cardigan wth gold trim. Pete went with a muted rose cardigan.

“Ok, what class is it today boys?” Gary grinned, turning to Pete and Jimmy.

“Uh, down that hall,” pointed pete, leading the charge.

By this point, students had began to file into class. Jimmy searched the crowd, looking for one of the mascot stealing dipshits. Specifcally the punk. He pushed through people whilst simultaneously trying to follow Pete and Gary.

He saw him. That tatted-up, spikey-haired- pierced freak.

“That’s one of them,” Jimmy growled, hustling to follow the guy as his friends caught up.

Jimmy wound the halls, following behind the jackass until they entered a classroom.

It was clearly some type of anatomy class. Diagrams of human body systems decorated the walls, and in the corner stood what looked to be a real human skeleton earring a straw hat, sunglasses, and flower lei. Some grim sens eof humor the teacher had.

Gary grabbed Jimmy’s shoulder, pointing him to a a empty row of seats in the back of the class closest to the windows. Jimmy followed, sitting down as he tried to act as normally as he could.

The teacher walked in. He was a man in his early to mid forties. His hair was dirty blonde with a few gray spots. He t]was also lanky with a somewhat athletic build. The man wore rectangular framed glasses with gold accents. His outfit consisted of irons khahi slack, brown dress shows, and a red cardigan with the sleeves rolled up. Jimmy also noted that he looked quite timid, with sad eyes.

“Hello everyone, how’s your day been?” the man asked, turning to the three with confusion. “Oh, are you three new to my class?” he sked.

“Oh uh, yeah. We just got here today,” Jimmy answered.

“That’s great! I’m Mr. Joiner, but you can also use Mr. david if referring to me by first name is more comfortable,” he smiled.

Jimmy nodded. Hm, David Joiner. He reminded Jimmy of Ms. Philips, only shy.

Gary turned back to face.

“He looks like my brother’s boyfriend Danny,” Gary whispered.

‘Your brother was gay?” Jimmy looked back.

“I dunno,” he shrugged.

Today was going to be full of fun, that was for sure.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

WTYP: The Shandor Building, Part 4

[Do you like the colour of the fanfic? This is long and if you expand it you're gonna get the whole thing, because Tumblr hates you. Don't say I didn't warn you!]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Part 4: Freaky Shit

[Beware of strong language, mention of all kinds of death, gore, and Lovecraftian horror.]

[On the current slide, the Activate Windows logo has changed to read “All Hail Gozer” and remains that way for the rest of the episode.]

R: Might be some firmware… What the hell was that?

A: Oh, that’s just the Tumblr app, it came preinstalled…

L: Cursed phone.

A: Yeah, pretty much…

R: No, out in the hallway. Looked like a dog.

L [charmed again]: Aww. Where?

A: Sorry, hang on, got another “ask”…

R: I’ll be right back.

[scraping sound, footsteps, door opening and closing]

A [amused]: “Choose the form of your destroyer.” Oh, that’s cute. What should I say…?

L: “Death by Chocolate.” No, wait. “Snoopy.”

A [typing]: T-H-A-T… A-S-S… Ohh. [annoyed] Where’s the peach emoji on this thing? These are all symbols from the Lesser Key of Solomon…

L: That one looks kinda like an ass.

A: I think it’s a minor Duke of Hell. Still, you’re not wrong…

[door opening and closing]

R [nonplussed]: It’s, uh, it’s not a dog.

A: What is it?

R: It’s a gargoyle. Or a grotesque. Like the ones on the front of the building. There’s two of ‘em, actually.

L: Do they want tummy rubs, Rocz? If they want tummy rubs, they are dogs. And if you touch their tummy and die, they’re cats. This is science!

R: I have no idea if they want tummy rubs. …I fed one a doughnut.

L: Aww.

A: That can’t be good for it.

R: I dunno. They were in the break room eating the doughnuts, so I assume they eat doughnuts.

L: Rocz, I eat Wawa hoagies, and they are definitely not good for me.

A: A duck will go to town on some bread, but you’re not supposed to feed it to them.

R: He took it right outta my hand and said “Hail Gozer,” which makes me wonder if Milkshake and Pizza Boy could’ve spoken English to me, if they really wanted…

L: Dear God, you need a human roommate…

A: Frozen peas.

L: Pardon?

A: I’ve seen a GIF of it, you’re supposed to feed the ducks frozen peas. The truly terrifying thing is, by the time they’re done eating, the water is just filthy. They look cute, but I wouldn’t want one to bite me.

R: I’m not gonna tell a gargoyle it’s supposed to eat frozen peas.

A: I suppose not if you don’t want it to bite you.

L: “It”? Did you ask them their pronouns, Rocz?

R: I didn’t, but… They seemed busy.

A: Eating the doughnuts?

R: Yes. Also, opening some kinda gateway.

A [hesitantly]: I think I’ll… delete that post. Yes.

L: Any difference in the meat bouquet?

R: It’s kinda… singing? I guess? Kind of a howling noise.

A: Oh, like the portal.

L: Dang it, I was hoping for salami.

R: Alice, have you involved us in the summoning of a dark god or is the building just making us crazy?

L: Crazy isn’t this cool or fun, Rocz.

A: Yes, it’s much more… It’s just rather depressing. It’s terrifying, I’ll grant you terrifying, but not in a way that gets you a new iPhone…

[door slams]

D [in the studio, approaching the mics]: Oh, fuck, oh, shit…

D [text over slide]: THAT’S ME.

L: Hey, Dev. We’ll get back on topic in a sec and I swear this one won’t go over an hour…

R: I don’t know about that.

A: What’s going on?

D: My awesome state-of-the-art control room is filling up with pink slime — to the point where I can’t even reach any of the buttons!

R [relieved]: Oh, thank God.

D: …and it’s all over my fucking shoes!

[squeaking, squelching]

L: Sounds like Vigo the Carpathian again.

A: Oh, just Vigo.

L: Want me to deal with him? I’ll deal with him. He’s a little bitch. I’ve already had Vigo, I’m immune.

A [bored]: We’ve all had Vigo.

R: He’s like covid.

L: Yeah, he won’t bump you off unless you’re already sick. Or a Republican.

R: But you repeat yourself.

L: Yeah.

A [brightly]: You know that time I embarrassed myself on social media? That was definitely Vigo and not me!

R: I thought maybe you took an Ambien.

A: Wait, which time are you thinking of?

L: Vigo the Carpathian got me banned from Twitter.

R: We are, all of us, Vigo, at all times.

A: How dare you hold us responsible for our actions.

D [mournfully]: There’s a really cool audio mixer in there and I didn’t even get a chance to try it!

L: Give me two seconds, I’ll deal with him…

D: …I even had a button I could press to drop boiling lava on you if you got off-topic, but I didn’t use it because I’m a merciful God.

A [consolingly]: Well, that’s very sensitive of you, Dev. Thank you. Really.

D: Liam, get me my lava button back. I need that lava button! It’s all I’ve ever wanted as an editor and a human being!

L: Don’t even worry about it!

[door opens, howling noise, door slams]

L: It’s not Vigo.

R: Aw, crap.

A: Who is it?

L: It’s a guy, or… I’m not sure. Kinda in between.

R: Could still be Vigo.

D: Yeah, just in someone nonbinary.

A: Describe them.

[door opens, howling noise, door slams]

L: …Hot?

A: You mean as in sexy or on fire?

L: Both, kinda.

R: Definitely not Vigo.

[muttering, general agreement]

A: Now, I… I… I’m just guessing, but…Does this person happen to resemble, um, a minor Duke of Hell? With a nice ass?

L: I’m not looking again, Alice, they’re almost at the…

[snapping noise, explosion, thuds and raining debris, howling noise increases]

L: Ow! Fuck!

R [raises voice to be heard above the howling]: Hey! Hey! That was uncalled-for, sir, or madam, or whatever! And my friend wants their control room back!

D [faintly]: Oh, God, stop making that noise! I’ll never be able to edit that out in post!

GOZER THE GOZERIAN (G): ARE YOU A GOD?

R: No.

A [horrified]: What the fuck, Rocz?

L: Didn’t you even read the Wikipedia page for this?

R [weakly]: It was Alice’s pick.

A: APPARENTLY IT WAS GOZER THE GOZERIAN’S PICK!

L: Here! [scraping noise, typing] There! It’s right there! Under “1984 New York Incident.” Read it!

G: ARE ANY OF YOU GODS?

R: Hang on a second, there, Gozer. I’m just gonna need a couple minutes…

Part 5

[kiankiwi]

Nightmares

Since you guys wanted to see more of E at the foster center, here it is! I hope you like it.

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They always started out the same: Elvis would wake up and find himself in his old crib at Colonel Parker’s house. 

His “nursery” there, if you could even call it that, was just a bare room with his crib and a dresser; it felt more like a closet. He had Mr. Bunny, but not much else; ever since his mama Gladys died and Parker “took him in”, Mr. Bunny was the only toy he was allowed to have. Anything else he wanted was deemed “too expensive”, even though he desperately wanted to have a friend for him, or at least something soft to cuddle.

Then came the noise; the banging of the front door slamming shut as he heard the Colonel’s drunken mumbling from downstairs. Immediately, he began to shake, hiding Mr. Bunny under his pillow so the Colonel wouldn’t get at him or hurt him.

He whined softly and hid his face, slipping his thumb in his mouth as he heard Parker’s thumping footsteps coming up the stairs, trying his best not to cry even though his bottom and legs itched and hurt horribly. He desperately needed to go potty, but the crib was locked and the Colonel wouldn’t let him have his diapers, so he didn’t know what to do.

The doorknob rattled and the Colonel stepped into the room, glaring at his little. “Well, my boy, have you been good?” He asked, not giving Elvis a chance to answer before pulling the crib rails down and snapping “Get that thumb out of your mouth before I cut it off! You—!”

Just then, Elvis’s bursting bladder couldn’t hold on anymore and he began to sob as he soaked his pants and the sheets of his crib, yet again.

The Colonel noticed the yellow puddle forming underneath Elvis and cursed in a language he didn’t recognize. “Oh, my God, you did not—!”

Even in his headspace, Elvis desperately tried to explain he needed to go before the Colonel left, but he barely got a word out before his “caregiver” whacked him on the head with his cane. Just then, to his horror, Elvis felt a warm blob of poop slide into his underwear, followed by another large log of it. 

That did it. The Colonel flew into a rage, reaching for his belt and taking it off. Elvis cried and kept saying he was sorry, but his “caregiver” ignored his pleas. 

“Did you seriously just SHIT YOURSELF AGAIN, my boy?! You’re not a baby, goddamn it! Stop acting like one!” He yelled as he swung his belt, Elvis crying and trying to shield himself from the blow he knew was about to take place.

Just then, he woke up. He was in the darkened room of the foster center’s nursery, but even with the night light on, he thought he could still see the Colonel in the far left corner of the room, and he began to wail, calling “Annie Wawa! Annie Wawa!” Over and over again as he sobbed, not stopping in calling her name until she ran to his bed. 

“Sweetie? What’s the matter? What happened?” Wanda asked as she rushed into the room, turning on a dim light so she could see better. Her poor baby’s face was soaking wet with tears, and his nose was red and snotty. Immediately, she rushed to Elvis’s side, lifting him out of his bassinet and sitting with him in the rocking chair, before holding him close and rubbing his back, wiping his tears away with her other hand. 

Elvis whined and pointed at the corner. “Bad man came back. Was right there.” When he said that, Wanda quickly guessed what had happened.

“Baby, did you have another bad dream? Is that what happened?”

She looked at the corner where Elvis had pointed to.

“Sweetie, there’s nothing there. We’ve made sure he’ll never come back here; he wouldn’t even get past the front door. Auntie Wanda would tear his limbs off before he even got within ten feet of you.”

Elvis sniffled, but gave a tiny smile. The idea of Auntie Wanda fighting the Colonel even though she was about half his size was a funny image.

After rocking him for a while, Wanda finally spoke up again. “Baby, you’ve got a wet diaper. Can Auntie Wanda change you?”

After a minute, Elvis nodded.

“All right then. Let’s get my little snuggle bug changed and back to bed.” She cooed softly as she got up and put him on the changing table, before undoing his onesie and opening his diaper.

As she expected, he was soaked, and there was a little poop inside too. She continued to murmur soft words and sweet nothings to him as she wiped up her baby’s mess, powdered his behind, and gently taped him into a fresh diaper before doing up his onesie’s buttons again and picking him up.

“Okay, little one. Let’s get you back to bed; it’s still way too early for you to be up yet.” 

At hearing those words, Elvis whimpered and clung tightly to Wanda’s shirt, burying his face in her neck as a few tears leaked from his eyes. “No! Annie Wawa no go! Pwease…no weave wittle Elvie awone.” 

Hearing those words broke her heart; she’d seen sad littles, but never anything like this. She began to reassure him as she grabbed Mr. Bunny from the floor where he’d fallen, gave him to Elvis and sat down in the rocking chair with him again.

“Shh, sweet cheeks. Auntie Wanda’s not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you all night if you need me to; I won’t leave you alone.”

With that, she began to rock him and rub his back as Elvis moved so his head was wedged under her chin. Sighing, knowing she might be in for a long night, Wanda began to sing to him to calm him down, beginning to sing the opening lines of “Over the Rainbow” from the Wizard of Oz.

As she continued to sing the song, Elvis’s eyelids drooped lower and lower, and he cuddled Mr. Bunny close as his breathing started to even out. He was safe in Auntie Wanda’s arms; at least now he knew he had someone who loved him.