#again shes still like 25 but she's still the baby of the bunch

[arolesbianism]

Ok y'know what I'm going to be cringe and talk abt my nuggets more even tho I assume no one who follows me knows anything abt lob corp lol

Anyways first up look at my second ever nugget, Loki. He and Juliet are extremely close friends and were close since long before lob corp. The two went to college together and both took great interest in lob corp when it popped up, and he and Juliet are both deeply invested in their work there and fully believe in the cause. Loki primarily works with the information team, with him doing a lot of research work early on, and managing a lot of paperwork and general company information as he continued to work there. He and Juliet still interact fairly often as she is a head of the control team, and while they are very friendly with eachother they still very much use their time together seriously. Loki generally comes across as very grumpy and impatient, and he absolutely hates interacting with most of his coworkers. He values his time greatly, and sees most interactions outside of ones required for his work as a waste of time. He still values his time with Juliet greatly though, and while he will get very pissy when Juliet calls him her baby brother, he does indeed see her as a sister, and she might be the only thing he cares abt more than his work.

Next up is my 3rd nugget, London. He's a depressed middle aged woman man who forced himself to stop caring abt those around him after he was forced to give up his baby daughter in his youth. Nowadays he's mostly just trying to get by, and lob corp happened to pay well. He is generally not well liked by basically everyone, with lower ranking employees seeing him as cold and rude, and higher ranking ones seeing him as lazy and annoying. He is however really good at his job, which tends to catch most ppl off guard at first considering how little he seems to care abt everything. Underneath it all he's mostly just extremely depressed and going through the motions, he's just been balancing on thin margins for years now and has gotten the hang of surviving in a world that has been trying to tear him apart for years.

To continue going in chronological order despite my best instincts next we have my girl Yui. She's one of my less developed ones despite her being an oldie, but I still have some ideas for her. She's spent most of her time in the information team, and for most of time at lob corp she's actually had a much less hands on job and got very used to seeing the suffering around her as statistics and numbers. She eventually began to do more abnormality work and was moved to safety, but even as she came face to face with real death more she would still continue to fall back on seeing these events as numbers, and while she does do her best to try to help ppl where she can, she is generally rly distant and hard to connect to a lot of the time, especially as she tends to play devil's advocate for the higher ups, as trying to see the best in everyone won't come across well when those ppl are putting other ppl through hell every day.

Alright everyone we're back to the guy's I actually care abt cheer and clap for my girl Maxy right now. I've already talked abt her a lil bit, but she's another favorite child even though she's an absolute bastard in game who loves to suck at her job. Maxy is a generally very miserable person, with her feeling trapped in her circumstances and hating the feeling of being apathetic to the constant death surrounding her. When she first started working here however, she did have someone she somewhat cared abt. She had a mentor figure of sorts, a fairly anxious woman around her age, but still one that managed to bring some sense of comfort and guidance as she found her footing. Alas tho, this mentor of hers would end up dying on the job (I didn't feel like resetting the day so rip) and that was the beginning of Maxy's endless spiral. Pretty early on she was moved to safety, and she absolutely fucking hates it there, she hates how useless the department feels, and she hates that she feels more hatred at her stupid boss than she feels anything when her coworkers die. London actually used to work in security, and the two actually worked quite closely together for a long time. They had a very strained relationship however, as Maxy slowly began to start giving a shit abt London over time, a fact that she absolutely hated as she could tell London didn't give a shit abt her. Eventually London was transferred to records, and Maxy was left behind in safety to keep being sad all the time. She does have her terrible terrible girlfriend of course, and while Maxy doesn't feel she deserves Yuri's love, Yuri is also the main reason Maxy pushes forward despite everything, as just seeing Yuri smile makes it all feel worth it to her.

Ok ok last one for now because I need to sleep so say hi Daniel. He's another one that doesn't have a lot going on, he was simply a single dad who wanted a good job to support his adopted teenage daughter. He didn't exactly find that, but he does generally like his job. Now he is a leader in the training department, so it's not exactly like he has to deal with the worst of what this place has to offer, so his general complacency makes some amount of sense. He is also generally pretty good at helping out with morale in newer recruits, and he is generally seen as kind if a bit goofy at times. Most of those who've been around longer aren't as moved by his attempts to keep morale up however, as once you've been around long enough it becomes clear as day he's only made it this far out of pure luck. He can't truly help others get to where he is like he tries to because of that, and while part of him is aware of that, he also knows he can't afford to fully admit that to himself.

[sturn-saturn]

hey baby girl

pairing: fem!pregnant!reader x husband!chris

warnings: just cutesy stuff <3

a/n: i thought of doing this while watching shameless 😁

week 20: "hey, baby girl!" chris says as he holds up a camcorder. "so today, mama and i went to the baby doctor and we found out you're a girl!" your husband turns the camera to you and your hand is placed on your baby bump rubbing it up and down while the other is holding up your ultrasound pictures.

"we're so excited to meet you baby girl!" you smile kissing the camera goodbye.

week 21: "hey, baby girl!" you say holding the camera. chris is upstairs in your shared bedroom still sleeping. "as you can see, mama just woke up, i'm very tired but dad i have some errands to run so we can prepare for you to join us in 19 weeks. so the plan for today is to visit your grandparents, dads parents, then we're going out to target to look at some onesies for you and little socks to keep your tiny toes warm, after is the grocery store. i'll be sure to get some yummy stuff so i can keep you and i fed! alright baby girl, catch you later!" you say kissing the camera once again.

week 22: you and chris were on the couch watching coraline since it was your favorite comfort movie.

"hey baby girl!" chris says holding the camera up to face you both has his other hand is rubbing your belly gently.

"so right now dad and i are watching my favorite comfort movie because i wasn't feeling well today."

"her tummy was cramping but don't worry, it wasn't your fault. you're our baby girl, you could do no wrong." your husband says with a big grin.

"i'm hoping when you're older you enjoy this movie as much as i do. your dad and i actually watched this on our 5th date i believe." you smile.

"alright sweetheart, mamas gotta get her rest, see you tomorrow!" your husband says kissing the camera.

week 23: "hey baby girl! alright so we are in the car right now and todays plan is going to the doctor to make sure you're healthy and see how much you've grown. after that we need to find a bassinet for you to get a good nights sleep!" chris smiles at how cute he finds you.

"there are so any people who can't wait to meet you sweetheart. 4 grandparents, a bunch of aunts and uncles, our friends too!" he adds.

"you're so loved already, honey. okay we're here! time to go!" you kiss the camera.

week 24: "hey baby girl so today, uncle nick and uncle matt dropped by and got you some presents. they got you the cutest onesies, some baby bottles, and toys! we know you wont be able to play with toys until you grow a bit and get used to the new world but you are going to love them! also dad has something to say." you hand the camera to chris and get up to get a snack.

you over hear your husband talking to the camera and your eyes soften looking over at him.

"mama and i are gonna do everything we can to protect you. we will support you in anything you want to do. the only things we want from you is to be a good person and spread love. also you have to play lacrosse or hockey like me and your uncles did!" he laughs.

"chris what if she doesn't wanna play either of those?" you ask.

"well what every she decides to play she's gonna be amazing. she's half of you anyway. bye darling!" he yells kissing the camera.

week 25: "hey baby girl! we're currently at grandma and grandpas house for a little cook out with the family." you say showing everyone around.

"are you guys making a little vlog for the baby?" jimmy asks.

"we are!"

"mind if i say a few words?"

"not at all!" you hand the camera to jimmy and you use this time to rest your arms a bit.

"alright sweetheart. as you know, i'm your grandfather, your dads dad. i just wanted to let you know that i can't wait to meet you. you're my first grandkid! as much as i love my boys, i've always wanted a girl in the family and you're finally making that dream happen. i will definitely be taking you on fishing trips so get ready!"

jimmy hands you the camera with a big smile on his face. "you're gonna be a great mother, honey."

tears start to well in your eyes from the love you've received from your husbands family throughout the years. you thank jimmy and you kiss the camera goodbye.

week 40: "hey baby girl!" chris whispers. "today is a big day. mama felt some extra kicks last night and it turns out you're coming today! she's currently resting right now so she can use all her energy and strength to bring you here. keep this between us, but your moms a superhero." he smiles.

"chris?" you mumble. "come here."

chris comes over with the camcorder in his hand with a look of concern on his face. "what's up mama?"

you reach your hand for the camera and he hands it to you.

"hey sweet girl. i'm sure dads told you we're at the hospital right now waiting for you to come. it's currently 10pm and we're all super tired but this is all worth it if it means we get to finally meet you." you smile lazily.

4 hours later...

the doctors all finally left the room. they said that was the easiest delivery they've had to work through. chris is currently standing with your baby girl in his arms facing the window to see the city lights.

"hey clara." chris whispers rocking his daughter back and forth gently. "mamas resting again. the doctors told her she did a great job! i told you your mom was a superhero. in just 3 days you'll get to come home with us. how exciting is that!? grandma and grandpa are coming tomorrow to see you as well as your uncles. i love you baby girl. goodnight." chris kisses his daughters head before setting her back in her bassinet.

he relishes in the feeling of being a new dad before he drifts off into a good nights sleep.

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Aim for the Sky Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The arrival of your parents in San Diego means a break for you and Bradley. But when the time comes for you to leave Rose safe and sound at home with them, it's a bit of a struggle. Your weekend away in La Jolla gets off to an explicit start before you realize you forgot something important.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, body image, oral sex, exhibitionism, DILF Roo

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

You could see the exhaustion on your parents' faces as Bradley carried their bags upstairs after everyone finished eating his extended birthday dinner. They were used to being on east coast time, and they would probably end up in bed for the night the same time Rose did.

"Why don't you two let me feed her and get her ready for bed while you head up?"

They both gave you looks of annoyance as your mom held the baby on the couch next to your dad. "We're here to spend time with our granddaughter and give you and Bradley a break," your dad promised.

"I know," you told them as your husband came back downstairs. "But we're not leaving for La Jolla until Thursday morning."

You watched as Rose wrapped her tiny fingers around your mom's thumb as her eyes fluttered closed. "There's no way you're going to be able to get me to hand her over right now. Look at her. She's comfortable, and she's definitely not hungry again yet." She glanced between you and Bradley. "Can't you think of something to keep yourselves busy until Rosie's bedtime?"

"I can think of several things that would keep us busy," Bradley murmured as his hand rested on your lower back before sliding down to your ass.

You glared at him, silently begging for him to not embarrass you in front of your parents. Besides, you were still sore, and he knew that was only for special occasions.

"Just go relax," your dad whispered, hand gentle on Rose's fuzzy hair. "You can feed her when she's hungry."

Bradley's lips grazed your ear as he whispered, "Feel like taking a bath with me?"

"Always," you replied with a yawn. "I'm tired of arguing with them when they just want to play with the baby," you told him as you and he walked through your bedroom and into the bathroom. 

When Bradley started the water and pulled his shirt over his head, you had to bite your lip. "They just missed the Nugget," he said casually while his biceps and abs flexed effortlessly as he unbuckled his belt. Your mouth went dry as you watched his jeans slide down his legs before he stepped out of them. "Can you blame them, Baby Girl? We have the cutest kid in the world, all thanks to you. She's perfect like you are."

But you didn't feel that way most of the time. You felt lumpy and weird, especially when you had to get undressed in front of him while you still felt full from dinner. "I think she looks like you more than me," you whispered. You quickly ditching your clothes and got in the tub, curling your knees against yourself beneath the water.

Bradley eased his big body down with a sigh, pulling you against him until you uncurled. His lips ran across your face as he murmured, "She's got this pretty curve to her cheeks just like you do. I would know. I've studied it extensively."

You were helpless to do anything but snuggle against him when he said something that sweet. "Bradley," you whined as he held you tighter. You were tired from celebrating his birthday and trying to pump a supply of breast milk that Rose would have available while you were away. When his fingers brushed your breast, you closed your eyes. You wanted to, but you were stifling another yawn.

"I can't wait to be alone with you. Like really alone. We can order room service and take naps," he whispered. "And when you start to feel full, your tits are all mine for three days. No sharing."

"Oh," you gasped. "I hadn't thought of that. I was going to pack my pump."

Bradley chuckled. "Pack it. But I doubt you'll need it, Sweetheart. Let's get in bed soon. We have work tomorrow."

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It was strange leaving Rose home with your parents instead of packing her up in the Bronco each morning. It was also wild when Bradley went into the nursery each time Rose cried only to find that one of your parents always beat him to it.

"When are your parents moving to San Diego?" he asked you on Wednesday evening while the two of you were enjoying a quiet dinner together on the patio while they dealt with a diaper blowout inside the house.

"My mom wants to list their house now." You were looking at him very seriously. "Like I don't think she's kidding. Are you sure you want them so close?"

Bradley nodded as his thoughts started to drift. He had almost no family of his own for his daughter to grow up with. No grandparents. No aunts. No uncles. Brenda was great, and she sent some gifts in the mail, but she was back in Virginia with the rest of his relatives. All he had to offer Rose was his decade and a half long friendship with Natasha, which was nothing to scoff at. She already stopped by this week for a few minutes to see her goddaughter and read her a book.

"Yeah," Bradley finally said. "I want them that close."

"They'll be a handful," you warned. "You know how my mom gets around the holidays."

Bradley set his silverware down. "Sweetheart, I've got nothing to offer Rose."

"What?" you asked, looking at him like he had two heads.

"I've got no family," he said softly. "Her only knowledge of my parents will be the things I tell her about. Carole and Goose will be like legends to her. Hell, I barely remember my own dad enough to tell her much." You reached for his hand and gave his fingers a squeeze as he said, "If she has the opportunity to grow up around your parents, I think that's important. Even if your mom turns into a control freak around the holidays."

You laughed and scooted your chair a little closer to him. "Just as long as you understand what you're getting into, Roo. And anytime you feel like telling a legendary story about your mom or your dad, Rosie and I are both all ears."

Bradley sent you in to finish packing to leave for La Jolla while he cleaned up. Rose's little giggles erupted from the nursery, and he could picture your dad tickling her belly. Thank goodness they were willing to stay here for the rest of the week, because Bradley desperately wanted to get you completely alone again like the babymoon in Mexico.

However, when it was actually time to leave on Thursday, you had tears in your eyes, and he wasn't too far off himself.

"I didn't think it would be this hard," you whispered, holding Rose in your arms in the nursery with Bradley's chin resting on your shoulder. "Why can't we take her with us?"

He kissed the side of your neck before reaching for the baby, wanting a snuggle of his own. "Because I think it's important to have some time to ourselves," he replied, pressing his nose to her soft skin and inhaling deeply. He was actually so in love with his daughter, and he didn't care if you saw him cry, but he also didn't want to cancel the hotel reservation or take Rose along. "And I know your parents will have fun on their own with her."

"You're right," you said, swiping at your cheeks. "The three of them will have so much fun, and we can FaceTime with her later tonight. Plus, I already put all that pink champagne in the blue Bronco."

The vivid image of how good you looked with sticky champagne drying on your breasts filled his mind. And that was before you were lactating. He kissed his daughter's face a dozen times and whispered, "I love you, Nugget, but I need to pound Mommy into a mattress uninterrupted for a few hours."

"Bradley!"

"What? She gets it," he muttered, kissing her one last time before handing her back to you. "I'll put the bags in the Bronco. We can leave as soon as you're ready."

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You ran your palm along your sundress, trying to keep yourself from texting your mom again. The hotel was just five minutes away now, and she promised they would call if they needed anything. When you left your house, Rose was sound asleep on your dad's chest while he read the newspaper on the couch, and you knew she would be well taken care of.

"I just miss her," you whispered, staring out the window at nothing, trying to get lost in Bradley's Motown playlist.

"Sweetheart, I miss her during an eight hour workday. Trust me, I miss her now, too, but you and I need a little rest and some time alone."

"And my parents need to know we trust them," you supplied.

"Yes," Bradley agreed as he made the final turn toward the beach. "And I need to lick champagne off your tits."

You couldn't stop the smile that found your lips or the laughter that bubbled up inside you. "Okay, we did have a pretty good time here two years ago."

"A pretty good time?" Bradley scoffed. "That was some of our best work. I mean, I was going to propose to you anyway, but after that adventure, it couldn't happen soon enough."

You had your face buried in both hands as Bradley handed the keys for the Bronco to the hotel valet. Your cheeks were burning, but more than anything you wanted him to never be able to get enough of you. 

"Let's go," he rasped, helping you out your door and into his arms. He was holding both bags and the champagne and wrapping his fingers around yours like it was nothing. "I want to hang out in the room for a bit before we go to dinner."

Once you had the room keys in your hand, you rode to the top floor in the elevator. "How much did you pay for this room, Roo?" you asked, pulling his aviators down low on his nose so you could have a clear view of his eyes. "Bradley," you said, leaning up to kiss him, "how much did you go over budget?"

"We don't need budgets," he said firmly, backing you out as soon as the doors slid open. "College savings will be a waste of time since Rose is going to have a free ride to the Naval Academy."

His words made you smile, and his big hand felt incredible through the fabric of your dress. "How much?" you whispered, unlocking the correct door when you came to it. You were met with a massive suite with a sprawling balcony overlooking the ocean. Bradley was sheepish when you turned to look at him with wide eyes. "Do I even want to know?"

"No. You do not," he whispered, setting everything down and reaching for you. "I'm serious about Rose though. She's just like you. She'll be the smartest kid in school. And beautiful, too."

He had you in his arms, and you ran your palm over the fly of his jeans. "You just want me to let you open some champagne, don't you?"

"Desperately," he whispered. 

Thirty minutes later, he popped open a bottle fresh out of the ice bucket, and you sat down on his lap on the balcony. The sun was bright, but it wasn't too warm, and the crash of the waves below was like a natural soundtrack. "This is nice," you told him, taking the first sip and licking your lips before passing him the bottle. But his eyes were glued on you. "What?"

He closed his eyes, nostrils flaring. "I've had a semi-boner since we got here. There's no way you can't feel it."

You leaned in closer and ran your lips along his ear. "I can definitely feel it. Your cock is huge."

He whined your first name like you were torturing him, and if he was partially hard a minute ago, now he was all the way there. "You'll be the death of me," he replied before chugging half the bottle. Then he froze, eyes going wide while a few delicate bubbles lingered on his mustache before bursting. "What are you doing?"

"Unzipping your pants," you told him with a shrug as you did exactly that. Your room was at one far end of the building, but there was a neighboring room with its own balcony on one side. And it was definitely occupied, because you could occasionally hear voices through the open door.

"The next balcony is like ten feet away," he whispered, glancing to his right before his gaze returned to your face.

You paused with your hand down the front of his pants and your hand around his cock. "Do you not want me to?"

"No, I do," he replied, voice dark and needy. "Very much so, actually."

You wanted it, too. Even just the suggestion of exhibitionism got you going, and you knew that he knew it. "We can be discreet," you promised, wiggling into place so you were straddling him. There were a few people walking around on the beach below, but you didn't care. You pulled your panties aside and let him run his tip through your pussy before he guided himself inside. It felt like your eyes were going to roll back in your head as you shook your sundress around both of you, hiding where you were intimately connected.

"Jesus," you moaned arching your back as your hands settled on his shoulders. "This should always be an outdoor activity." The sun was warm on your face, and now the ocean soundtrack was accompanied by Bradley's soft grunting.

"I know you think we're being discreet, but we're not, Baby Girl," he whispered, rolling his hips up to meet yours while he drank more champagne. "Not one little bit."

"Save some of that for my tits," you told him, tapping the bottle with your nails. "I'm going to need you to nurse soon so they don't start hurting."

"Fuck. Me," he groaned, shaking his head. "If you say something like that again, I'll cum."

You leaned forward, pressing your breasts against him while you fucked him slowly. "Well I'm not ready yet, so don't you dare."

Bradley kissed you softly before pressing the champagne bottle to your lips. "I can be exactly what you need."

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You looked worn out after two balcony orgasms where he had to cover your mouth with his hand. Not only that, but your breast milk was leaking through your dress. 

"Discretion is not our strong suit," he murmured, quickly tucking his cock, sticky with cum, back into his jeans as soon as you let him slip out of your warm pussy. He was sure your thighs were a mess beneath that pretty, floral fabric as you stood there on shaky legs.

He was sitting just like that, with his hand on his zipper and the other one holding the bit of pink champagne that was left in the bottle, when a couple strolled out onto the next balcony over.

Your eyebrows shot up, and you started laughing. "Well, on that note, I hope you're still thirsty, Roo."

"Shit," he grunted, following you back through the door and into the spacious bedroom as you lowered the straps of your dress. When you turned around to face him while wiggling the fabric below your glorious breasts, your brow was pinched with concern.

"They definitely hurt now. I swear they fill up more when I'm aroused."

As you sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked your shoes off, Bradley felt a little dizzy. When you scooted up toward the pillows and eased yourself down onto your back, he could see the drying mess he'd made between your legs as well as the beads of milk overflowing from your nipples.

This had to be something close to heaven. A hot wife, full of his cum, practically begging him to put his mouth on her swollen tits. "Fuck," he groaned, already getting hard again. He was a mess for you. Rosie, too. But knowing you were the one responsible for nearly everything good in his life made him crazy.

He dribbled the rest of the champagne on your skin. "Yes," you hissed as soon as his lips connected with one pert nipple. The two flavors mixed together on his tongue, creating something he knew he'd crave for the rest of his life. Soft sounds somewhere between relief and arousal found the back of your throat while your fingers threaded through his hair. "That feels so much better," you whispered while he lapped up and swallowed down your milk. "Thank you."

He snorted with laughter as he switched sides, running his nose along the warm, sweet smelling valley between your breasts. "This is literally my pleasure, Sweetheart. You don't have to thank me for this." He took your overflowing nipple between his lips and ran his hands along your silky skin while your nails scraped his scalp. "Such a pleasure."

"What are you going to do when I stop lactating?" you whispered.

He wanted to tell you he'd probably cry, but that wasn't even the truth. He let your nipple pop free and teased it with his tongue before looking up at your face. "It's not like I'm going to suddenly not want your tits in my mouth anymore," he promised, making you laugh. "Besides, when you stop lactating, that'll mean Rosie is a toddler, right? There's just too much to get excited about."

"There is," you agreed as he went back to making sure you felt more comfortable. 

When you were sufficiently empty and Bradley was sufficiently full, he curled up with his head on your chest and fell asleep while you played with his hair. There was a smile on his lips when he remembered that he was going to have to do this for you over and over again for the next few days. While he dozed, he dreamed about getting locked in a candy shop overnight where he indulged in everything he wanted before passing out in a tub of gummy bears.

"It's dinnertime," you whispered, tugging on his hair, and Bradley jolted awake. His cheek was a little sweaty and stuck to your skin, and he had to get up slowly as his sleepiness started to fade away.

"Dinner," he grunted, wondering how many calories he was about to consume between a platter of seafood and all of your breast milk. He was going to have to get up early and run tomorrow morning. "Okay, yeah. Let's eat dinner and then drink more champagne while we snuggle."

"Sounds ideal," you replied, sitting up in bed with your tits in his face. He realized that you didn't get completely undressed for him, rather just maneuvering your dress to give him access to your breasts earlier. And now you grabbed a clean sundress from your bag before retreating into the bathroom and pulling the door halfway closed.

He knew you didn't like the way your belly looked now because you'd told him as much, but to him, nothing really changed. You were still you, maybe a little softer. A little rounder. But just as beautiful. He walked right into the bathroom as your dress dropped to the floor, wearing nothing but your soaked underwear. Bradley met your gaze in the mirror as you dug around in your toiletry bag, and he stopped right behind you with his hands on your hips.

"Did you need something?" you asked softly, voice teasing.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, kissing the side of your neck as his fingers drifted across your belly. "I was in such a daze after my nap, I forgot to tell you I love you."

You smiled at him in the mirror as he sloppily kissed your cheek. "I love you, too. Now let me find my pill pack and get dressed for dinner." You rummaged around in your little bag as he continued to hold you. "Huh.... oh, shit." Bradley watched you dump the contents out onto the marble counter he couldn't want to fuck you on later, and you groaned. "I forgot my birth control pills. I can picture them at home on my nightstand."

"It's okay," he replied with a shrug. "I can just pull out." You turned and gave him a bland look. "What?"

"Will you actually do it?" you asked. Bradley realized that you were already full of his cum at this very moment, but he didn't say a word about that as he nodded.

"Of course I will. I told you months ago that I'd pull out if you wanted. Or I can drive home and get your pills. It's only forty-five minutes away."

"No," you replied, clearly wavering. "I don't want us to miss dinner, and the restaurant makes an in-house hot sauce which is absolutely magical. Just pull out this weekend."

He let his chin rest on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet smell of your skin as he nodded. "You got it, Sweetheart."

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I feel as though Bradley made a pretty bold statement there. He's just a kid in a candy shop when it comes to enjoying his life right now. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 26

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[sad-not-glad]

Just some ramblings

I love getting to see Bucky post recovery in fics. Getting the happy slow life he deserves, pretty little housewife (you) and a tiny chubby-cheeked baby. White picket fence, holidays, Barnses family reunions, because we all know Bucky would adore that. Welcoming a cat and another one of his mini-me’s, maybe two.

But what about after that? His oldest’s graduation, his youngest’s? I want Bucky who struggles to watch his babies move out, I want Bucky who is devastated to watch them leave but even happier to see them thrive. What about when he becomes a granddad?

So here is old man Bucky becoming a granddad after getting the domestic bliss he deserves.

It’s his birthday. What number, Bucky didn’t know, he stopped keeping track too long ago. Far more important was the roudy group of his grown children, scattered around the living room with their partners and childhood friends, extended family and the like. It’s been nothing short of perfect, great food and nice weather with all his favorite people shoved into one house.

All except for one, that is.

‘Little’ Eliana, the youngest of the bunch and the only girl. Even though she’s a happy and healthy 25 years old, she was still doted on by all the men, brothers and Bucky alike. She was the princess, the baby, the littlest duck in the row- despite being married for 3 years already. So it really shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was to him, but Bucky still saw a grinning little girl with dirty hands when he looked at her. Eliana arrived with husband in tow fashionably late, her present tucked away to the back to the pile amidst the chaos of being greeted. Bucky, being the birthday Dad, got the first and longest hug naturally. One that he savored, tucking his little girl into his arms and holding her close. He still couldn’t believe where life had taken him, finding his soulmate and settling down. Getting to watch his outstanding children grow and prosper in ways he never imagined, everything he never believed he deserved. But it was his anyways, and he had no idea just how much more amazing his life was about to become.

Every year Bucky insisted he didn’t need any gifts. He was the happiest he could imagine with just his family, all safe and sound in the same house. Yet every year, he got to unwrap a mounting pile of presents that just keep getting better. So far he got a new watch from his son, which was amazing. Something he had been really needing too. A cat tree from the other son, two new mugs, the softest blanket he had even felt. Slowly the pile went from huge, to decent, until there was only one left. Eliana’s, a tiny little black box topped with a cute golden ribbon. She always had adored her father’s arm, hours of her childhood spent marveling at the metal. Now the fascination presented itself in his gift wrapping, or the black wedding band on her finger. A mimic of the engraving he had done when he married you.

She passes it over with a nervous smile, immediately curling back into her husband’s side. Bucky took the gift with a grin and a thank you, settling back and carefully peeling away the paper. You’re watching over his shoulder when he opens the lid, tossing it to the side and revealing the contents within. A little folded square of fabric. He pulled it out, confusion clear on his face as he turned it over. He unfolded it, taking a second to process just what he was looking at.

A tiny baby onesie, and written across the front was ‘I’m not spoiled, my Granddad just loves me”. He blinked, turning it over in his hands and re-reading the words, then reading them again. You had already put together the dots, leaping from your spot next to him with a surprised shriek. For Bucky, it was taking a while to really set in, eyes locked on the little outfit in his hands.

His daughter was…pregnant?

He was going to be a grandfather?

…He’s going to be a grandfather!

The tears are falling before the poor man even realizes he’s crying. Because after everything he had done, all the pain and suffering caused, Bucky was lucky enough to now be a grandfather. He looked up when legs appearing in his blurry vision, and there she was. The girl he had read stories to every night, kissed her boo-boos and held her hand. The girl who he raised into a wonderful young woman, smiling at him with giddy excitement. Excitement over having a child of her own, creating her own family to love and cherish. His chest was practically bursting with emotions, all of them pouring out with his tears and laughter as he stood to sweep her in his arms again.

And needless to say, the onesie spoke the truth. If you think this man spoiled his children, it’s a whole other ball game with his grandkids. His wallet is their atm, stealing them away for weekends with Pop-Pop, giving them memories to cherish forever. He cries holding his first granddaughter after she’s born. He cries when the second and third come, and he’s inconsolable when your eldest son reveals the name of his own firstborn. Andrew Bucky Barnes, the fifth grandchild he gets to welcome.

Pop-pop who picks up his kiddos early from school just because he missed them

Pop-pop who never misses a thing. Holidays, birthdays, graduations.

Pop-pop who always has the best stories, the warmest hugs, and the fluffiest pet cat.

Pop-pop who all his grand-babies adore just as much as he adores them.

[neoyuno]

all-nighter | j.jh (M)

As your newly-dating boyfriend works on his new app, you decide to take care of him when he tries to pull an all-nighter.

Or, Jaehyun is finally ready to fulfill all of his fantasies.

Pairing | Nerd!Jaehyun ♡ BadGirl!Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Smut [ brief shower action, fingering, riding, oral (both), brief 69, subby!jaehyun, dom!reader, protected sex, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praising, a little surprise at the end ♥︎ ]

Word Count | 5k

Reading time | 25 minutes

Warnings | usage of curse words, explicit descriptions of sex, afab reader, not proof-read. lmk if I missed anything.

Notes | It’s finally here! After so long, pretty boy Jaehyun is back :) Happy Valentine’s Day, Valentines! I hope you like this one. ♥︎ Can be read as a stand-alone, or you can read Pretty Boy here!

A strong wind ruffled your hair as you pushed past the library’s doors. It was close to 9PM and you looked for your boyfriend after your last lecture of the day.

It had been, approximately, 3 months since your first intimate encounter with the man. The promise of a further adventure still on the table. Given the nature of the man, you wanted to take things slow, going at his pace without pressuring him into anything. He did seem to be ready, but you wanted it to be special—for the both of you.

The dimpled guy had been nothing but the sweetest these past couple of months, his bashfulness didn’t seem to fade away though. Not that you complained about it, the sight of his pink cheeks and glossy eyes only made you fall for him further. To be honest, you were completely in love with him—and you were sure he felt the same.

The lady in the front desk greeted you and told you they were closing in an hour. Taking a small tupperware out of your bag, you placed it on the counter. A piece of cake inside for the lady that always makes conversation with you when you come looking for your boyfriend everyday. She smiled at you and thanked you for the treat.

“You mentioned you like this kind of cake so I brought you some.” You smiled. “I’ll be out in like 10 minutes, I’m here to make sure Jaehyun hasn’t been absorbed by the computers.” She chuckled and directed you to where he was.

“Well, in that case, he is in the private computer rooms upstairs. Room 4.” She smiled at you. “Here’s a key, pretty sure he will not be hearing you knock.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Garcia.” You waved at her and made way to the private room section of the library.

You knocked on the door, and just as she had said, no one answered. Smiling, you opened the door to see your boyfriend deeply concentrated on his screen, a bunch of weird codes displayed on a window and a preview displayed on his iPad.

Jaehyun jumped in his seat when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder.

“Oh my-“ he turned around and as soon as he saw your face, he relaxed. “You scared me…” he whispered.

“Oh, I am sorry, baby.” You cooed and cupped his face, squishing his cheeks, while straddling his lap. “How’s my pretty boy doing?” You kissed his lips softly a couple of times, making him blush, yet his hands cupped your ass.

“I-I’m okay, I am working on my app.” You pecked his lips again as you watch his skin turn pink. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, baby. But we need to go.” You said. “The library is closing soon and you need to rest a bit.”

“But I am not done yet.” He tried looking back at the screen but your hand on his jaw prevented him from doing so.

“You can finish tomorrow. Now, let’s go home, pretty boy. Let me take care of you.” He started talking again, so you pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll drive you home and I’ll make you a nice meal.”

“Just ten more-“

You cut him off with a kiss again, this seemed to be the most successful way to shut him up.

“And then we can take a shower together,” he hummed against your lips, interested in your last statement. “Then we can do a lot more…”

“Like what?” He whispered.

The grip he has on your bottom got stronger, as he practically squeezed the soft mounds. The sudden boost of confidence surprised you, making you wet nonetheless.

“I dont know… what do you want to do?” A smirk forming on your face.

His lips touched your jaw ever so softly and your eyes almost bulged out of your face. It wasn’t something outrageous but he barely ever even kissed you normally. He would rather hide under his sheets, blushing like crazy, than outright tell you he wants to make out.

“There’s this movie that just came out. It’s a romcom, I’m sure you’ll like it too.” He suggested and smiled cutely.

At this point, you were too soft for his dimples that you couldn’t even suggest something naughtier. You loved seeing him happy. The lamest things made him happy and therefore it made you happy.

“A movie sounds great, baby.” You kissed his lips softly and removed yourself from his lap. “Now, let’s go so Mrs. Garcia can go home.”

“So, how’s your app going, baby?” You asked and opened the door to his apartment, which he held for you to get in so he could follow after.

The scent of his home was absolutely heavenly. Soft and manly. Discarding of you shoes, you reached to hold his laptop and tablet to place them on his desk. He whispered a small ‘thank you, baby.’ that made you heart beat at a hundred miles an hour.

“The app is almost done.” He smiled proudly. “It should be up for download by the end of the month. I hope it does well.”

“Of course it will do well, pretty boy. You made it, so I am sure it is great!” You assured him. “And if I have to, I will purchase a million devices so I can download it in all of them.”

The sudden pull of your waist by his arm made you gasp softly. Not expecting him to be this affectionate, you were not quite sure how to react other than by snuggling into his chest as it hit your back.

“Thank you, baby.” His lips ghosted over the crook of your neck and you could’ve just faint right there.

Truth is, he also felt the same way. Your words of encouragement and the silly idea of buying a million devices for the sake of his success made him feel elated. Absolutely enamored by you. Thoughts of you flooded his mind and he didn’t mind it, all he wanted was to hold you close and never let go of you—he was deeply in love.

“Do you want to shower first, baby?” You needed him, all of him this time.

“Sounds good, beautiful.” The word rolling from his tongue was so sexy. His voice drove you insane, it was low and deep while still holding that hint of timidity.

You could definitely get used to him being a bit more straightforward and affectionate.

“Let’s go then, pretty boy.”

Soft delicate hands helped the man discard of his clothes, he loved the feeling of your hands on his body. Although, he would never say out out loud.

He knew what was going to happen in the shower (or at least he hoped it was what he thought), and he was very much looking forward to it. His dreams were always filled with images of you—some innocent and some not so much. Often, he would find himself wandering around explicit thoughts of you: you on your knees and choking on his dick, you riding his face, his fingers deep inside you as you screamed his name, you on your knees and elbows, pretty ass parading for him as he fucked you dumb, and the most popular thought of his—you bouncing on his lap taking all of him as he watched your pretty face and pretty tits jiggle.

Of course, he never found the words to ask for all of his fantasies. The fact that you worshipped his cock and often pointed out how big he was, made his confidence boost a little. But it wasn’t enough to outright ask you to ride his face or bend you over. As a matter of fact, his cock still didn’t have the privilege to explore the crevices that his fingers had.

Ever since he became your boyfriend, he had done countless of research of ways to pleasure you. Wanting nothing more than to give you as much as you gave him. At this point he should be an expert, but how could he be one if he never put it to practice. He tried many times, in his head, but once he wanted to apply it… it never came out the way he wanted too. His bashfulness always won.

“Let me help you…” he offered quietly when he saw you removing your shirt.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him. While you do enjoy him being submissive (he does too) you didn’t mind him being a little more responsive.

“You’re so pretty.” The way his voice resonated in the softest way possible, clenched your heart. He had told you this countless of times but it never failed to make you feel special.

Feeling his lips on your collarbone, caused a moan to leave your lips, his own curving up in a small smile at the reaction.

Jaehyun’s hands traveled down the curves of your body to undo the zipper of your short skirt and let it fall around your feet. Curving his palms, he cupped your soft bottom, bringing you closer to his naked body as you held unto his biceps.

Not so sure what was happening, but you were having the time of your life being touched by him. The man’s hands touched you with such delicacy that it almost felt like feathers brushing against your skin.

“Are you okay?” You asked, curious of his behavior.

“I’m okay.” He smiled. “I just want you to feel good, too.”

“I always feel good, baby.”

“I know, but I want to make you feel good myself.” You lips joined as you stumbled into the shower once he removed your underwear.

“Yeah?” The cool water splashed on you bodies, dampening his hair and yours.

He merely hummed against your lips, before cupping your face to stroke your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Come here, let me wash you hair.” His fingers ran through your hair, massaging your scalp as he washed away any oils. Jaehyun kept all of your favorite care items in his house for you, as he liked having you over often.

Closing your eyes, you stood there taking in his care. It was you who was supposed to be taking care of him, but he wanted to return the favor as he had promised the first night. Not only sexually, but also romantically. His heart fluttered whenever you were with him, the way you treated him was heart filling—even his friends started envying the way you treated him, but they couldn’t agree more that he deserved it.

The water washed away the soapy bubbles from your hair and you turned around to face him, grabbing the bottle of his shampoo and smiling at him once he bowed his head so you could reach.

“You look cute.” You giggled and spiked his hair. “Such a pretty boy.”

“Stop…” he blushed but still giggled with you.

Jaehyun stepped under the shower, the suds washing down his body and you couldn’t help but follow their path. From his head to his collarbones, to his abs and down his legs—where, of course, you stared at. He grew shy under your gaze, but he couldn’t help himself from pulling you into his arms.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered and placed his thumb across your bottom lip before kissing you once more.

Kissing him always felt nice, it made you feel a million butterflies in your tummy. He kissed you with such delicacy no one had ever given you before.

“Oh, someone’s excited.” You giggled against his lips when you felt something poke your thigh.

“I- uh- I’m sorry…” his cheeks painted a deep pink and his eyes shut as he stopped kissing you.

“Hey, don’t act all shy now.” You smooched his lips a couple of times until he was smiling. “Let me help you with that, baby.”

He kept you in place, against the shower wall, once you were about to kneel in order to suck him off. Jaehyun shook his head when he saw your confused face.

“Not like that…” his lips kissed your neck and his hands travelled down your body.

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

“I can’t say it…” he confessed bashfully against your neck.

Giggling, you stroked his back softly. “Do you want me to give you a handjob?” He shook his head.

“My boobs?” He shook his head again. “Do- do you want to go all the way?” He nodded and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “Okay.”

Guiding his hand with yours, you led it to your pelvic area, his fingers brushing past your clit making you gasp softly.

“I don’t think I can’t take you without prep, baby.” You said and he stared at you intently. “Can you help me get ready for you?”

Your eyes shut when you felt his fingers moving. His slender finger brushed past your lower lips and teased your entrance. It was quite surprising he knew what to do—but then again, you didn’t know all the hours of research he had gone through.

“Fuck…” you exhales sharply as his middle finger teased a specific part of sensitive skin near your entrance.

“C-can I?” He asked and you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

That’s when his finger dipped inside. Your hands reached out to grab at his shoulders to keep you balanced, the feeling of his finger deep inside you was already so much.

“Oh my God!” You gasped once more after his finger curled, pressing your g-spot.

“Is that good?” He asked, eyelids low and irises deeply concentrated in your face.

“Yes- please, more…” your eyes moved to look at him and you were met with his eyes intently staring at you. “I don’t- oh fuck!”

Your sentence was cut short as you felt him add another finger, his pace now quicker and finger pads curling which each pump. Just as you were about to talk again, his lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss.

Jaehyun kissed you eagerly, a little too excited for the things that were happening—and the ones that would unfold later.

“Baby,” you groaned and he hummed. “You’re so good at that, I don’t think-” you gasped once more as his thumb circled at your sensitive clit.

Your eyes were blown open and mouth agape as you turned to look at him, his chest and cheeks were a deep shade of pink and you could notice his heavy breathing—he was turned on.

“How about we move this to your bed, sweetie?” Your hand reached out to stroke his rock hard cock, a gasp leaving his lips almost instantly.

“Okay,” his shaking breath made you smirk as you pushed him back.

Jaehyun stumbled backwards as you lead him back into the bedroom, you lips still permanently sucking on his. Usually, he would mind the mess the water dripping down your bodies made, but he was far too excited to care.

“I can’t wait to have this pretty cock inside me, baby.” You stroked him again, making him hiss as his bottom touched the mattess beneath him—your naked body falling on his.

You bit his chin and sat up on his abs, he couldn’t help but stare at your wet pussy touching his skin. He was absolutely mesmerized, his dirtiest fantasies were unfolding right in front of him. Jaehyun’s hand subconsciously reached to squeeze your ass, making you gasp softly.

“Do you like this?” You asked when his breath hitched at the sudden move of your hips, your pussy glading over his abs. “Do you like me riding your abs?” he bit his lip.

“Aren’t you a dirty boy…” clicking your tongue, you removed yourself from him and turned your back to him before straddling his body again. Your pussy now in complete display and just mere inches away from his face. “God, I love sucking this pretty cock.” You said and licked up his shaft.

The man tensed up beneath you, struggling to keeping himself from pulling your ass down and devouring you.

“Fuck,” he let out a shaky moan when your mouth sucked on his cock, but the sudden clench of your pussy caught his attention. Sucking him off did turn you on. “Just like that…” his thoughts were short lived when his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Hnng-“ Jaehyun whined when your mouth suddenly left his skin. “No-“

“No what, baby?” You couldn’t see his face, but his eyebrows knitted up as he debated whether to pull you down or not.

This was his time to shine. The time to finally do what he’s been wanting to do. Jaehyun wanted nothing less than suffocating on your pussy as your plush thighs hugged his head.

“Cat ate- fuck!” You gasped loudly as the man beneath you grabbed your hips sternly and pulled you down. His tongue sloppily made out with your wet core and you couldn’t help but moan loudly as your chest heaved out heavy breaths.

“Oh, baby… you’re so good at that.” His teeth grazed your clit softly and it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The sound that left your lips was a sound Jaehyun quickly got addicted to.

He could definitely get used to hearing those pretty moans as he pleasured you as if that was his sole purpose on the u universe. You could feel his warm tongue lapping your folds and alternating to kitty lick your clit and entrance. The sensation of his teeth slightly grazing your bud added a new thrill that you had never experienced before.

Although he was the least experienced man you’ve been with, he was definitely the best at making a meal out of you. He wasn’t rushing to get your orgasm out of the way and seek his, but because he was hungry and eager to please you.

“Jaehyun…” moans turned into slurred whines of his name as your orgasm approached, but he stopped right then, kissing your pussy once before moving you off his face.

“Where did you learn that, pretty boy? Hmm?” You questioned, feeling strange at the submissive headspace you were in for a mere second. “What makes you think you can just stop when I’m about to cum?”

He felt the mattress dip as you moved around to straddle him like you did originally. This time, your breasts joined the skin of his chest as you leaned forward to suck at his thick neck.

“Are you just eager to try this pussy?” You asked and he moaned softly, making a smile form across your face. “Is that what you want, baby? Will you let me ruin this pretty cock?” You licked up his throat and bit his chin.

“This pretty cock will never be satisfied by no one other than me. You got that, pretty boy?” He nodded slowly and stared as he waited for you to kiss him. Your lips ghosted over the skin around his lips, teasing, but never making contact with his lips.

“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Your fingers ran down his body, his skin so soft to the touch that you could swear it would’ve melted under your touch.

Your hand slid slowly from his shoulder to his pecs, which you teased by pinching his pretty nipples. Jaehyun struggled to keep his eyes open and mouth shut at the feeling, his mouth fell open and soft whimpers left his throat as your hands teased down his abs, where you could feel your wetness from earlier.

With your middle finger, you swiped the clear glistening substance and reached to his lips—the man didn’t waste any time before he was already sucking your finger dry, humming at the taste.

“God, you are hot.” You groaned as he looked up at you with the cutest pleading eyes as his cheeks hollowed around your finger. “Open your mouth, Angel…”

He obliged and you smirked.

“Stick your tongue out.”

A small moan resonated from the man as he did what you said. Grabbing his jaw, you kept his face in place as you lowered your own face close to his. Your tongue sticking out to lick his quickly before sucking it as you would with his dick.

Jaehyun exhaled heavily and his body laid limp on the mattress as you kept doing your work on his tongue. Who would’ve though such an impish action would feel like heaven on Earth.

“Please…” he mumbled while moving his hands to caress your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

“You can’t wait any longer, baby?” You whispered and he shook his head soflty. A smile broke on your face, feeling soft for the boy who stared at you with stars in his eyes.

“Let me get a condom…” kissing his lips one last time, you left the bed to find a condom on his drawers.

Jaehyun’s mind and heart were rushing at a million miles per hour. He had been waiting for this moment to come, he knew it would eventually happen, but he never it would happen with someone like you. As you moved back to the bed, he laid there propped up on his elbows.

“Are you sure you want to do this right now, baby?” You asked sweetly, genuinely concerned about him once you glanced over and saw him fidgeting.

“Yes, I’m just a bit nervous.” He shyly admitted.

“I’ll take it slow, okay?” Your lips touched his in a sweet peck. “If you want me to stop at any time, tell me and will stop.”

“Okay…” his voice trembled when your hand slowly rolled down the condom over his length.

“Relax, love…” voice soft, you instructed him to breathe deeply. “You already feel so good, baby.”

A soft moan left his plush lips and his eyebrows knitted up when he felt the tip of his cock glide over your wet folds. The quiet sound turned into a loud whine as you finally sunk down his cock painfully slow.

“Ah- I- Oh my God!” Jaehyun whined and his chest heaved with heavy breaths. Shutting his eyes and opening them again, he was greeted with the prettiest sight ever.

There you were, eyes closed, eyebrows knitted, mouth slightly open, and quiet curses leaving your pretty lips. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight.

“I don’t think I will last long tonight, baby.” You whispered. “I’m not even halfway down and you already fill me up so good.”

Between heavy breaths, Jaehyun stared at the spot where your pussy met his cock. He stared intently as less and less of his latex covered skin could be seen, yours stretching visibly as you sunk further down.

“Oh fuck…” you felt lightheaded. His cock fit beyond perfectly inside you, his tip pressing on that sweet spot so deliciously that you knew you would cum before he did if you didn’t control yourself. “Are you okay, angel?”

“Ye- oh- you feel so warm, oh my- fuck!” Borderline drooling, Jaehyun could only mumble and moan deeply as your warm center engulfed him tightly.

“Oh Jae, you feel so good, baby.” Your nails clawed at the skin of his chest softly as you fell forward.

Jaehyun’s breath hitched when he felt the soft skin of your breasts softly grazing his lips, after a moan left his lips when you rocked your hips rather harshly down his cock, he took the chance to suck on the pretty hardened buds.

“Mmm, fuck- I love your cock so much, pretty boy.” You groaned, growing frustrated at the rising pain in your legs as you tried to keep riding him.

Growing needy and hungry for the man under you, you left a loud moan before collapsing unto his chest. Your cheek was pressed against his shoulder and his hands moved to caress your body in a feathery touch. Your hips only moved in circled now as you tried regaining the strength in your thighs and calves.

“You feel so good, baby… please keep going…” he breathed out, swearing he would pass out at any given moment.

“So fucking big,” you whined, the circular motions only adding to your sensitivity and need to release. The feeling of his big cock stretching you out and his pretty moans and whines was driving you to a state of stupidity.

Halting the movements of your hips for a bit, you let yourself rest to regain the strength in your thighs, the man under you clearly frustrated at the action as he let out a whine and desperately groped at your hips to move you just a little. It was good enough to sorta soothe the growing ache for your wet centre.

“So desperate for this pussy, aren’t you, pretty baby?” You taunted, teeth sinking on the skin of his neck as a strained moan left his lips at the sharp feeling.

“Please…” his voice was now reduced to merely a rasped whisper. Lifting your head, your eyes diverted to his face, his pretty eyes were shut closed and his thick eyebrow met in the middle of his forehead while they furrowed.

Jaehyun’s cheeks tinted pink and lips hung open, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead and chest heaving.

“So fucking pretty,” your hand clawed at his jaw, grabbing it firmly and making him yelp softly. The sight of such a beautiful man absolutely wrecked by you was bringing out another side of you that had been suppressed for a long time. “You want me to move? Beg for it, pretty boy.”

Just as the words left your lips he opened his eyes wide in shock at the sound of your sultry voice. He caught your eyes preying down on him in a dark gaze, making him shudder.

“Please, ______,” Jaehyun let out a pathetic breath.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I need you…”

“You need me? I’m already here, love…” you smirked, not satisfied with his answer.

Jaehyun shook his head despairingly and moaned when you clenched your walls to tease him.

“I need your pussy, baby, please move!” He whined, tears already falling down his cheeks.

“Oh yeah? You need it?” You questioned and he whined out a ‘yes’.

The smirk on your face only grew wider as you slouched down to wipe his tears with your tongue before dipping it into his mouth and letting the salty taste invade his tastebuds. He couldn’t help but whimper at such a move.

“Good boy,” sitting back up, you used your hands to lean back on his thighs and keep yourself steady.

“F-fuck…” he gasped when your hips resumed their movement. “Mmm, ri-right t-there…”

“Look at you, Jae…” your hips moved frantically when you noticed that the quick pace made his moans louder and his breaths quicker. “So pussy-drunk, aren’t we, angel?”

“S’fuckin’good, baby…” his words, now mumbled, were consumed by his lazy and dragged out moans.

You were sure that Taeyong would scold you the next day for keeping him awake if he wasn’t out of town. Jaehyun’s moans were surely loud enough to echo in the eldest’s apartment.

“Oh, Jaehyun… you’re making me feel so good.” You praised. While you were doing all the work, the feeling of being stuffed to the brim by him was rewarding enough.

“O-oh, I’m gonna-“ you moved your hands from behind you to lay of his chest, slightly crouching on top of him to snap your hips down his length sharply.

The first plunge almost knocked the air out of your lungs, the head if his cock hitting your g-spot deliciously.

“Cum for me, angel. Cum inside me, pretty bo-y.” Your voice halted for a second as you felt your orgasm building up. “I want you to fill me up, baby.”

The words leaving your mouth only rung in his ears, the though of filling you up with his cum driving him insane and fueling his body with nothing but lust.

Jaehyun held unto his orgasm, wanting you to come undone first, until he felt your soft lips on his. Your tongue played with his as loud groans left his throat and were swallowed up by your mouth.

You whined against his tongue when his warm release painted the latex that blocked his skin from your tight walls white as his climax washed over like a tidal wave. Jaehyun’s hearing stopped for a bit as he relinquished in the most exquisite feeling ever.

“F-fuck, Jae…” you cried out as your walls contracted around his girth, triggering your own climax and making you collapse on too him.

Loud moans harmonized with his deep groans as you both laid there coming down from the little heaven you shortly ascended to. You felt strong arms wrap around your shaking body and shaky hands caress your back.

“Thank you, baby.” You heard Jaehyun breath out, making you giggle. Of course he would thank you…

“I should thank you. I have never been stuffed so good in my life.” Now, it was his turn to giggle. His lips pressed a soft kiss on top of your head and you couldn’t help but smile.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, just the muted sound of the A/C and your breaths filling up the space. The alarm clock on his bedside table now reading 1:00 AM.

“Did you feel good, angel?” You asked after he sighed, a bit scared that he would regret letting you take his virginity.

“So good… I thought I was in heaven for a while there.” Jaehyun moved his head to kiss your lips chastely a couple of times, before lowering his voice and smirking. “How about next time I let my baby rest and fuck her good into the mattress?”

Your whole body shuddered at such a thing coming out of his mouth in such a sensual voice. You had created a monster, he had came not even five minutes ago before he was already voicing out what he had been thinking about all this time. Who knew fucking him would unleash such a fiend but you were surely in for a fucking treat.

NEOYUNO 2023

[teddie-bear420]

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OPINONS UNDER THE CUT

warning this is super long and ranty but does have some silly doodles ill post else where :)

-teddie bear 420

I have had several dreams about vaggie and lute and alastor, they plage my every waking moment. one was me going to smooch city with alastor (very scary that man does not wash his teeth). the others vaggie just shows up sometimes

really liked vaggie in her angel flash back, her hair cut was so cute, not a fan she still has pink eye but what eves. I LOVE HER PONY TAIL THO, give my girl better hair styles!!!

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

I hated lute at first cuz, just look at her. you could get snow blindness with how white that woman is oh my lord. but once the 8th episode rolled around with hot women fighting my brain kinda clicked on for our old second in command. i keep going back to her in my brain and slowly morphing her into a heart broken lesbian who has a superiority complex and bullies her crush and then moves on to having a sugar mama situation ship with Lilith.

alastor is just so fun and silly, and there's this one x reader fic that ive made fan art of, you've all seen it. i just love this guy but i like to imagine he's a woman just for me :)

i understand why he is a fan favorite

i love charlies look but i hate how childish she is, like girl you are like 24 kill your friends pimp. nifty molly emily are all so cute and i enjoy looking at them. cant wait for the nifty episode (delusional)

i do love nifty more than the rest of these ones tho. i see lots of folks talking about how nifty is alastors daughter or angel dusts little baby daughter SHUT UP

SHES 25 YEARS OLD AND MURDERED HER HUSBAND IN HER SLEEP. NIFTY CALLED ALASTOR OVER TO HAVE THEIR LUNCH DATE AND HIDE THE BODY!!!

OK maybe nifty lives in my dreams too

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

mimzy makes me mad cuz the show hated having her there clearly, like why is she the only fat person in hell. dont worry girl, I'll appreciate you once again i have to make alastor a dyke for my own sanity

do you think they-

lilith and rosie are good to look at, i like how rosie talks and her showtunes, god i love her show tunes. pentious is the only yellow dude in hell. velvete looks like ass most of the time but I LOVE A BAD BITCH

like i said, no strong feelings

ok most of these dudes are too ugly or too annoying and i hate when they are on screen, lucifers pants are his skin, angel dust has the worst fashoin sense ever UGHS I HATE HIM WHERE ARE HIS TITS WAAAAAA

also i love that her name is sarah, thats such a basic name, like i can type alastor x reader and theres a bunch of results but if i typed sarah x reader, shes no where :(

also shes got that mlp horse face going on i love it

i despise carmilla carmine, i hate her dumb horns, i hate her unnamed daughters, i hate her skirt, i hate her song, i hate her blazed ass eyes, i hate her long hair

vox just looks bad i cant lie

OK ADUM MAKES ME SO MAD HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN JACK BLACK WE SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIM BEING A FAT BASTARD CUZ I WAS CONVINCED HE WAS ANOTHER SKINNY TWINK also i am an anti shipper when it comes to adum x lute cuz that shit is weaaaak. he is so mean to her and not in a hot way, adum is some incel and lute is a goddess

yeah, #adumisoverparty 2024 the most divorced man in heaven

i can not wait for season two dude, im so pumped

[justreadingfics]

Date Night - A “Looking For a Hearbeat” One-Shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: You and your boyfriend have just got back together after a long time. Your friends offer to watch your baby daughter so you two can have a date night.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Sex inside a Car, Fluff.

A/N: Hiiii, I’m still here. Sometimes. This little one-shot was based on these anon asks:

Well, I feel like they banged a lot! lol, it had been quite a while of pent up energy, so yeah, even if sex wasn't the main thing in their relationship, I feel like they had a lot to catch up on that area.

//

Awh, now I have this headcanon that from chapter 25 onwards, Bucky and Y/n are just constantly touching each other in some way, and that for weeks (maybe even months?) various team members would offer to babysit Summer for a few hours a day, so that Bucky and Y/n could... "catch up" in peace. 😁

Thank you, nonnies. I had a blast writing form them again. And thank you so so much @flordeamatista​ and @sn0wpiercer​. You have no idea how much you two helped me.

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“Vee-vee!”

“Ah… there’s my best girl!” Upon opening his front door Steve reaches for Summer with a big smile as the one-year-old makes grabby hands at him, calling her uncle Vee-vee and promptly leaving your arms to favor his.

Beside you, a chant of recommendations and warnings immediately starts spilling out of Bucky’s mouth, making you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, even though you’re paying attention to check if he’s forgetting something.

After your daughter’s frightening kidnapping a little while ago, you two took a while to feel safe enough to leave her side. But who better to take care of her than a bunch of Avengers like Captain America himself with the help of his new girlfriend, Sharon Carter. It’s no secret that they are willing to give their lives to protect her.  

In fact, all of her aunts and uncles would. As soon you you and Bucky got back together, one of them would offer to watch her so you two could have some alone time. They always say it’s all they can do after everything you two have gone through, but you know better. What they really want is to spend time with your baby.

“If she gets sleepy, her unicorn is in the bag; under no circumstances you give her candies, especially after 7pm… Jesus Christ are you even listening Steve?” Bucky glares at his friend, who just kept blowing raspberries on Summer’s tummy all over Bucky’s speech, motivated by the baby’s howls of laughter.

“Ah, there’s my best girl,” Sharon grins, repeating her boyfriend’s welcoming while coming from the kitchen and reaches out for Summer. She greets you and Bucky before mimicking her boyfriend with the raspberry kisses on the delighted little girl.  

Holding back a laugh, you nudge Bucky’s side, nodding for him to catch the baby eyes Steve was giving his girlfriend and Summer. Bucky just lets out a huff, still clearly pretty much annoyed by Steve’s lack of attention to his little lecture about how to take care of his daughter.

You roll your eyes at him again, before turning to Sharon, “Are you sure it’s ok? I mean, I know you two offered, but it’s Saturday night, are we ruining any plans of you have?” It was not too long ago that they began dating.

“Oh, please, of course not. We’ve been waiting the whole day to spend a few hours with this beautiful little lady.” She grins at Summer and Steve before turning to you again,  “Also, this girl may also need a break from the lovey dovey energy between the two of you. We know we need.” She teases, winking at Steve.    

“Alright then, fair enough.” You chuckle, “But please don’t hesitate in calling us for any reason, I mean, any reason at all.”

“Don’t you worry guys, if we need, we’ll do that. But we’ll be fine.” Steve answers, running his hand lovingly up and down Summer’s back as he smiles at Sharon. 

“Come on, off you go, right Summer? Off you go.” Sharon grabs the baby’s little hand, wriggling it to shoo you two away.

You don’t argue. Bucky hand Summer’s bag to Steve before you both kiss your baby goodbye. The little girl clearly is fine with spending a few hours apart from her parents, pointing joyfully towards the mini-playground Steve set up for her in his living room. 

~~

You have your fingers interlaced with Bucky’s in the elevator heading down to the garage. You can feel the tenseness in his body, it’s always hard for him to part from Summer, even if he knows she would be alright and safe. 

He can be such a nervous papa sometimes.

And grumpy.

“Steve, huh? Did you see the baby eyes he was giving Sharon? The dude is completely whipped,” you comment, trying to soothe the papa’s worries away with some easy conversation.

He huffs, keeping the tenseness on his muscles, “Did we tell Sharon about the candy rule? I know Steve will just give Summer anything she wants and then lie about it. Everyone keeps saying he’s shitty at lying, but I know better,” he lets out an unamused little laugh, “That jerk is a magnificent liar when he wants to.”

“Hey, hey,” you turn towards him, finding it hard to hold back a laugh at his little rant. 

You can’t help but think he’s adorably sexy. 

That big ass man, who’s been through so much and faced it all like a champ, being so nervous and broody about parting a few hours from his little baby. 

Actually, it makes the enormous love you have for him grow even deeper inside your heart. 

You pull him to you through your interlaced hands, rest your hand on his broad chest and prop a little kiss on his tightened jaw, and then another on the other side, smirking as you feel the tenseness melting under your hand and lips, “Summer will be fine, you know that, right? But…” 

You drag your mouth to his neck and his arm circle your waist, pulling you closer, his breath speeding, “If you want, we can call it a night-”

With a tight hold on you, he shifts you two and your back meets the elevator’s wall. You feel his lips and body pressed against yours with the underlying desire that's always been there. 

You curl your arms around his neck while his hands explore your body, reaching for as much skin as your short, but long sleeved dress allows him to. It ignites a fire inside you that has always and will always be his, only his. 

You take in a deep and needed breath when his lips leave yours. His hands stay on you, one your ass, another cupping the back of your neck. Your mind is still in a bit of a daze when his forehead rests on yours.

“She’ll be alright”, you two say in unison. A smile curls your lips when he laughs.

After the elevator gets to the garage, you two walk to the car, never ceasing to touch each other in some way, hands and lips. When he opens the SUV’s door for you, he kisses your neck, nuzzling against it before letting you get in the front seat.  

“Where are we going?” You ask as he gets in the car beside you, grabbing the wheel. You have arranged that date night last minute so there has been no time to choose a place or to make reservations beforehand. “I doubt we’ll find a table at this hour.”

He laughs quietly, while reaching over to place a kiss on your shoulder, like he can’t stay a minute without touching you. “Oh honey…” His hot breath fans against your skin, making your eyes flutter, “What is being friends with Tony Stark good for?” He keeps kissing you, reaching the sensitive skin of your neck. “All we have to do is drop his name and they’ll sit your pretty ass anywhere you want.”

Your chuckle dies out in a moan when his teeth find your earlobe, “Alright,” you whisper, your breath coming out fast as you feel the warmth of his tongue against your skin, “How about that Italian on the 87th? You really liked it there last time.”

“Hmm, sounds delicious,” he whispers, reaching his hand to grab your breast through your dress, with a not so gentle touch.

Your head falls back on the headrest, “And, hum, how about,” you take in a deep breath as he uses his teeth on your neck and his fingers on your nipples, making them harden even with the fabric of your dress and your bra as a barrier, “How about that new Japanese Wanda was talking about?”

“Yummy.” His hand slides down from your breast and your legs open, inviting him. 

Biting your lower lip, you wait for it.

When his fingers find you bare down there, his body freezes and he leans back to look at you. His eyes widen but it’s just a second before he squints dangerously at you. 

Desire all over his darkening blue eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he sinks a finger between your folds, and you bite your lips, “Look at that… my naughty girl.” He slides his finger up and down, spreading your wetness, “Thinking about all those fancy places to go wearing nothing underneath her pretty, pretty dress. What are you up to, sweetheart?”

“I knew, hah— kne I-.” You gasp as his middle finger presses against your clit, “I knew we would end up in a situation like this eventually.”

“Eventually, huh?” He chuckles, adoration adorns his face as his gaze drops on your lips, “What a naughty momma I have at home...” His sultry low voice caresses your ears, “Thinking about being fucked all day long…” He groans, “That’s all I’ve been thinking about too, baby, having you here like this.” 

His mouth seeks yours and he kisses you, bringing a moan out of you as he captures your lower lip between his teeth and speeds up the pace of his fingers in your pussy.

The tightness in your core gets stronger, following the rhythm of his relentless moves. You gasp and you grab his arm by impulse, while, using your other hand, you hook your fingers on his dog tags, pulling him closer to you. He takes that as a hint to drag his teeth and tongue against your jaw and neck.

The air inside the car is hot and you can feel droplets of sweat gathering on your forehead. His name falls out of your lips as your hips grind against his hand and the seat. The coils of desire twist you from inside when his teeth meet your earlobe. 

A particularly elaborated curl of his finger strokes your clit, your body freezes before your legs lock his hand between them, and you sob at the strong rush of pleasure that runs down from your core to your whole skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come,” Bucky whispers against your ear, gliding his finger lazily up and down your pussy as fervent pleasure washes over you.

Breathless, you tilt your head to kiss him, your tongue twirling around his as the hand you had on his arm reaches to palm his evident erection through his pants, “Baby,” you break the sloppy kiss, resting your hot forehead on his, his breath coming out fast as you keep rubbing your hand on him, “I need you inside me.”

It all happens in a split of a second. 

All of sudden your seat is dragged and reclined further back. In a hurry, you start bunching up your dress up your waist as Bucky jumps to your side and between your legs. 

With no patience left in you, you help him with his belt and push down his pants just enough to give you space to pull his cock out. You take him in your hand, hard and pulsing. 

He seems just as desperate to be inside you as he places his hand over yours to guide himself to your pussy, which is soaked enough to allow him to enter you with ease, despite his ever challenging size.

You both cry out at the sensation of the longed connection and your heels meet the windshield behind him as he starts moving. His hands reach over to hold the backseat behind you to support himself. 

It’s an odd position in a not so comfortable place, but you both are too lost in the need to feel each other to care, so you make it work. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he dips his head in the crook of your neck and curl an arm under your it, pulling you impossibly closer, cheek to cheek. He thrusts into you hard and deep and fast, blurring your surroundings. 

All you feel is him, his weight on you, his cock filling you up, his deep moans mingling with yours.

You move a hand to sink it beneath his Henley, relishing at the hard and toned muscles under your touch. 

He’s so fucking beautiful. 

And yours. 

The reminder makes you curl your panting lips in a smile. 

He whimpers when you bring your legs to wrap the small of his back in a tight hold, like you’re trying to melt into him, into the deep sensations he brings to your body as he sinks in and out of you, your wetness allowing him to move with wanton speed.

You’re so close again, his hip bones rubbing against your clit adds to the feeling of his perfect pulsing cock inside you, hitting that sweet spot he’s familiar with. He cups your breast harshly, the wetness and warmth of his tongue on your neck makes your pussy flutter and your upper body jerks under his weight when a blinding pleasure washes over you for the second time.

He leans back to watch as your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth opens in a silent cry, “Yeah, that’s it, baby, come all over this cock,” he encourages before dropping his lips on your neck again, the rhythm of his hips falters and his moans come out in that raspy and maddening sexy sound of his voice.

Your mind is clouded up, dizzy and wonderfully light. 

Your arms are firm around him, holding him as he desperately picks up his pace, seeking his own pleasure until his hips stutter once again. He lets out a long groan, his hips thrusting deep inside you before his whole body tenses. Your breath hitches and your lips curl in a delighted smile as you feel the spurts of his desire in you. 

Keeping your bodies connected, you two relish into the aftermath of loving each other. Having his heart hammer against yours is a sensation you will never tire of. . 

“Are we pushing for another kid already?” You’re the first one to speak, your fingers running down his locks. You feel him smile against the crook of your neck.

“Wouldn’t mind another girl,” he murmurs, prepping a sweet kiss on your skin, making you shrug your shoulder and chuckle.

Of course he would want another girl, just so she turns into as much as a daddy’s girl as Summer. 

Maybe one day… Now you rely on your monthly shots to keep Summer as an only child. 

At least for a while.

He leans back to look at you, the tips of his hair fall around his incredibly handsome face, and your hands run down his chest, resting there. His adoring smile makes the corners of his eyes wrinkle and it’s a mirror of yours. 

Your heart hurts the most delicious pain.

You love this man so much and the most wonderful sensation in the world is to be sure he loves you too, and that you’re both right for each other, no matter what happened before and what may come ahead.

“So, where do you wanna go?” His eyes follow the path of his finger as he gently slides it over the traces of your face, “You know I’ll go anywhere with you.” His blue gaze stares deeply into yours.

You take in a deep breath. Maybe it’s the sensation of him still inside you, maybe it’s the look on his face or the touch of his fingers. But you now know exactly where you wanna go.

 “You know what I’m really craving right now?” You ask.  

“What?” He asks absentmindedly before pecking your lips.

“Giordano’s.” You giggle when you spot the gleam that flashes in his eyes at the name of the place you order pizza from almost every Saturday night. “Do you want to, maybe, huh, go upstairs…” You skim your hands over his pecks, “Order a big ass pie and, while we wait, we can think about what we’ll want for dessert before picking Summer up at Steve’s?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him.  

The wide grin he gives you before running his tongue over his lips tells you exactly what he’ll want for dessert.

 ~~~

The End. 

(Hope you guys liked it! Feedback is appreciated and longed for!

[a-world-in-grey]

I think I'm gonna need a list of Sola's relationship status in different verses because I'm lost.

Nox!Sola gets married at 20 and has three kids by the time canon rolls around.

Dyn!Sola is married but has only the one kid when she's 27.

Hanahaki!Sola is dating but not married?

And I have no idea what the rest of them are doing.

No problem!

In Shadows of Heaven's Light, Sola starts dating Libertus at 20, marries at 24, and they adopt their first kid during the Long Night when Sola is 27-28 (exact timeline on that is still TBD). For reference, Libertus is 5 years older than Sola.

For aus or crossovers where Sola and Libertus don't time travel, they end up adopting another four kids. Sola dies in her sixties from the strain using so much magic over the years had on her body, while Libertus lives into his eighties and gets to meet the first of his great-grandkids.

Take My Breath au (Hanahaki!Sola), Libertus and Sola don't start dating until she's 25 at the earliest, but I may push that back to when she's 26-27 depending what I plan to do with the plot. So she and Libertus are dating but not married by the time canon starts.

Sunshine Never Stops au (Nif!Sola), Sola doesn't meet Libertus until she's 19-20 years old, and while she does get a crush on him, she hasn't at all considered the idea of dating anyone while she's so focused on curing the Starscourge.

Nox!Sola starts dating Libertus when she's 20, like in SoHL, but she and Libertus have a whoops pregnancy when she's 21, resulting in twins when she's 21-22. Sola and Libertus marry Galahdian-style shortly after Sola finds out she's pregnant, but they don't have a Lucian wedding until after the twins are born. Then, during the Roadtrip Nox and Sola take Noctis on when Nox and Sola are about 24, Sola finds out part way through that she's pregnant again, resulting in kid #3 by the time she's 25. Which is all I've got so far for that.

Dyn!Sola again started dating Libertus at 20, only for Noctis to disappear a year later. Sola and Libertus married shortly before Noctis came home with Dyn, and Sola got pregnant about three months before Noctis' Coming of Age, shortly before she turned 25, so she'll give birth in the coming spring, a couple months before she turns 26. As for how many kids that'll be... I think I'll keep that under my hat for now. >:)

But general rule of thumb: if Sola's younger than 20, she hasn't started dating Libertus, and barring a whoops baby or other unusual circumstance, Libertus and Sola date for four years (traditional in Lucian culture) before getting married. And, barring extenuating circumstances such as time travel, Libertus and Sola eventually end up with a bunch of kids, biological and/or adopted.

Hope this helps!

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

CKB (crookedkryptonitebeliever) DATING SIM

[ACTUALLY THIS SERVES MORE LIKE CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS FOR MY OCS]

Tw: yandere, infantilization, , incest, noncon, sexual content, foot injury

So you got transmigrated into an otome game. Cool.

To your surprise, you're not the villain or villainess! But instead, the main character. That should be fun and easy, right? Main characters always get their happy endings with hot anime boys.

Right?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

This game is created by crookedkryptonitebeliever on Tumblr, if it helps.

The anime boys are not boys. Nor girls. Nor non binary, nor anime but a scarier firth thing. Da Creator's OCs.

We got,

2718 the aloof, magical Venusian cowboy who doesn't speak English, easiest way to get to his heart is through his stomach

Unnamed androgynous entity carrying an Abacus, the freak in the sheets and freak in the Venusian streets who also doesn't speak English, loves french kissing a little too much

Your unnamed big brother who would rather take care of you than do anything else. No, he doesn't give a shit that you're 18, 25, 52 or 75 or a millennia old, you are still baby to him. Now what would you like for dinner? Big brother will cook you up something yummy

Your unnamed best friend turned fiance then husband who seems the sanest of the bunch. I would personally go for this guy because he pays for all your bills and supports you, and gives you enough freedom and cooks good and he would-

Leveret, brunch lover and destroyer of bottomless mimosas, the least developed of the bunch, he's fuckin weird but rich though. Lovely elegant fingers, elegant posture and gait, nothing like a bunny despite popular belief. More like a snake

An unnamed hitman who only has the hots for you and eats your pussy like groceries, camps under your bed to spawn kill that kitty

Da Translator, she's not even a love interest nor does she have any interest in love. Da Creator just shoehorned her in to make communication between 2718 and Abacus easier. Faulty nanobots in her bloodstream and corrupt intergalactic governments strike again. She just wants to go home.

And many more that have yet to crawl out of the deepest crevices of my drafts and make their grandiose (or creepy) appearance.

In this series, or oneshot, or waffle, or whole nothing burger, everyone is slightly altered from canon to fit with the setting.

Let's begin.

You were just dropped here. Literally. From the fucking sky and you broke your fucking foot as a result.

You, a modern day salary person, or student, or surgeon, or sturgeon, or whatever with almost tangible question marks around your head, is clutching your pained foot. The last thing you remembered was sneakily sleeping on your job after giving up on your task at hand. You were rudely awakened by the ticklish feeling of your organs floating inside you, a rushing gust of wind against your face and ultimately a bone fracture.

Howling and sobbing from the excruciating pain, you caught the attention of more than enough citizens in the town square you were dropped in. Of course, a person manifesting from thin air and falling from the sky already had their interests piqued.

This sucks, you thought. Usually transmigrants wake up in bed, as someone else-in someone else's body, mild to severe confusion is to be expected. But generally, initially unharmed. You didn't expect to be flung down from the fucking sky with no plot armor.

Da creator argues that you do have some plot armor, you're still alive, aren't you? You would become a flattened reader patty by falling at that height if this was in real life.

Back to the plot at hand. You're suffering with a broken foot, everyone around you dress Amish, no tech in sight- still using oil lanterns to light up the place. They seem human enough for you to realize that they're frowning, gaping, gasping, murmuring and knitting their eyebrows in concern.

The more you look away from your horrifyingly twisted foot, the more you notice that... there is modern technology around! There are people wearing casual hawaiian shirts, baseball caps and a DSLR camera hung around their neck. Must be tourists from the city.

Now there are 7 ways this can go. Each path you choose will have... probably another 3 more ways. Then each will branch off again to another three more ways and so on. Da creator is not doing this game on Tumblr cause it will be a nightmare to masterlist and keep track.

I was planning to be like Degrees of Lewdity inspired, text based and using twine to do it but I know squat shit about coding. So this may probably be an empty promise, but I want to make like a visual novel out of it.

Maybe not... visual. I don't know how those talented VN artists do it, but I simply CANNOT draw all of that.

I'll probably start off strong and fall off the face of Earth doing this, my motivation is never consistent. So don't expect much, I'm just throwing this out here in case maybe in a couple months I decided to reread my crap and see this and go "hey why not" and pick it back up.

Then disappear for a couple weeks, abandon the project, reread my stuff, rinse and repeat. Keep in mind I haven't have a slightest idea how to code or any of its' jargons.

Anyways, you get to choose how to meet one of the 7 OCs.

You could either:

Have 2718 swoop in and save you from some bad guys, true to the first installment of Language Barrier. But he is not going to treat you like a mature, self critical adult, if that's what you were expecting. You're injured and he is not letting you do anything for yourself. But you find it strange that your pain is gone whenever he's touching you. You can see that he's upset over your injury, but he does whatever he can to soothe you. He's awfully quiet, don't you think?

Abacus guy comes in and act like a caretaker of yours, since you can't understand what most of them are saying due to your limited... unevolved biological hardware. And poor you, howling in pain with your ankle shattered like that, of course you're not going to notice that some of the tourists are speaking in English. Abacus guy is going to gently pick you up, coo at you and turn you into putty in their arms. They pressed their lips against the crook of your neck, suckling on a very sensitive spot. It feels good...

Oh no! His baby! Your big brother will sob, taking you into his strong arms, burying his face in your hair, muttering soft, sweet nothings to soothe you. Quickly but carefully, he zipped through the curious crowd and loaded you in his car, making sure you're comfortable with your favorite plushies and blankies. Are you thirsty? Big brother has some refreshing drinks he keep in his cooler. Hungry? There are packets of healthy snacks he neatly arranged in his car organizer. Big brother will open the packets for you if you ask, but please... please eat your painkillers first. It's going to be a long ride to the hospital and you're going to suffer. And that breaks his heart.

You noticed a shadow looming over you. You looked up to see the worried face of your beloved best friend, tears from his puffy eyes streaking down his sunken cheeks. There were dark bags under his eyes from the stress. Presumably from work and the worrying he endured while you're away. He scooped you up carefully and hastily placed you down on the stretcher prepared by the best medical team in the... galaxy? They placed a complicated looking helmet over your head before pressing a button on a metallic device. You heard muffled glass shatters after that. Each of the members held on tight to the stretcher, your best friend held onto you, hugging you tightly as he whimpers, rubbing your arm up and down. You don't know what happened, but you can't describe what you're seeing through the glass. It's like watching the world's most indescribable movie, it's not giving you any feelings of pain or fear or nausea.

Leveret is too green and unripe now, I can't exactly write for him until I write a part 2, will get back to this later

Same goes for our pussy devourer hitman, too incomplete, will get back to this later as well

You were momentarily distracted from your pain when you heard a scream looming in the distance... From above. It's getting louder and louder until you hear a devastating thud and crunch against the ground, silvery specks flew past your eyes. Accompanied by multiple gasps. Sobbing, groaning and cussing soon followed. You craned your neck to see a woman, dressed in office attire, howling loudly in pain. Looks like she shattered both legs and an arm. Strange metallic liquid ooze out of her wounds. The two of you remained on the ground, injured and exhausted while everyone else just stared. All the while, feeling that something big and bad is about to come.

When all of them have their names already, I'll change the fic accordingly. But for now, this is all I can provide. Lackluster in everything <3

Actually no, no choosing. The game chooses for you and it's all up to chance. Probably have an introduction where you get up on your own and girlboss your way out. But eventually have one of my OCs catch you.

Yeah I don't know where I'm going with this.

[starry-hughes]

star’s birthday bash

welcome to my birthday bash! my birthday is thursday, april 18, and i want to celebrate with you guys! down below are a bunch of prompts that i have complied together that you can request blurbs for! i will work through them as fast as possible but i am currently moving apartments and have work as well so please be patient. the prompts are all over the place (fluff, angst, nsfw) so just have fun! thank you for participating!

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you can choose any of the prompts below but i also don’t mind if you have your own prompt you would like to use!

event duration: tuesday, april 16, 2024 - sunday, april 21, 2024 (actual birthday april 18)

prompts:

1. “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

2. “I thought that if I did all of this and came all this way, it would finally click for you."

3. “God how blind can you be?!”

4. “Do you think we could have worked out?”

5. “So… do you actually like me—“ “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married. What the hell do you think?”

6. “Oh my god, you are such a cuddle bug.”

7. “Are you awake yet?” “No.” “Oh okay, sorry.”

8. “We should probably stop this.” “Yeah…” “We’re not going to though, right?” “Oh absolutely not.”

9. “You’ve been laying on my arm all night and it’s numb.”

10. “Can you please just hug me?”

11. “You’re so pretty when you wake up.”

12. “Hold my hand.” “What?! Why?” “Just do it. Please.”

13. “Here take my jacket.”

14. “You’re going to get shampoo in my eyes.” “Stop being dramatic.”

15. “It’s okay baby, let it out, I’ve got you.”

16. “I don’t know, I just missed you.”

17. “No, come on, don’t cry, I’ll start crying.”

18. “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?” “No?”

19. “Why don’t you just go back to her?” “Who?!”

20. “Why are you so insecure about this?” “Because I don’t want to be used again!”

21. “I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.”

22. “You’re hurting me.”

23. “Try to stay quiet, okay?”

24. “Stop teasing me so much.”

25. “We are in public!”

26. “Don’t be so rough, I can’t have any marks.”

27. “You’re insufferable.”

28. “I’m sorry if I’m slow with all this, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

29. “That’s it, fuck.”

30. “Do that again, shit. Just like that.”

31. “Wait- do that again. Please.”

32. “Someone is needy.”

33. “For the last time, I’m not jealous! I just don’t like how she looks at you or texts you or anything!”

34. “My teammates get annoyed because I talk about you so much.”

35. “You sent me inappropriate pictures when I was in public.”

36. “I’m wearing your shirt… is that okay?”

37. “Don’t throw me in the water!”

38. “Can I borrow your hat please? The sun is in my eyes.”

39. “You promised.”

40. “You didn’t love me, did you?”

41. “I didn’t mean to. I was just mad.”

42. “I don’t deserve you.” “Please don’t say that. Why would you even think that for a second?”

43. “Why didn’t you tell me before I got into a relationship with someone else?”

44. “I think I’m in love.” “Congratulations on finally realizing that.”

45. “You have a date? How much did you pay them?”

46. “I thought roses were romantic!” “They have thorns on them still!”

47. “Did you eat today?”

48. “I can’t even argue with you right now when I’m this…” “What? Turned on?”

49. “You’re a dumbass. But you’re my dumbass.”

50. “Are we dating? What are we? I can’t keep playing games with you—“ “I thought we were already dating?”

51. “You didn’t have to do anything for my birthday.” “… but I wanted to.”

52. “This is the best present ever.”

53. “Is it too late for a birthday kiss?”

54. “Hey, no crying on your birthday, please.”

55. “I thought you forgot.” “I could never forget your birthday!”

56. “I would have slept on the floor but you were using me as a pillow.”

57. “The only person I want here is you!”

58. “I didn’t mean to say you aren’t enough.”

59. “Sorry that was my first kiss.” “I could tell.” “…” “I’m kidding!”

60. “If you keep distracting me I won’t get any work done.” “But all I did was look at you?”

61. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

62. “Did I scare you? Sweetheart…”

63. “Could we just stay here a while, please?”

64. “Why did you never say anything? Why did I have to find out from someone else?”

65. “You left. And I stayed. You never once looked back to see if I was still there.”

66. “Did I… Did I do something wrong?”

67. “Why won’t you love me back?” “You’re drunk. I’m getting you home.”

68. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that? Calling from a hospital.”

69. “Are we going to talk about it?”

70. “You’re too good for the world.”

71. “Can you kiss it better?”

72. “It’s so hot when you talk like that.”

73. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

74. “Don’t close your eyes baby, look at me.”

75. “Lay down and let me show you what you deserve.”

76. “That— I didn’t know I could make those noises.”

77. “I don’t think I can last longer— fuck, please.”

78. “Do you still hate me?” “Definitely.”

79. “You’re so cute when you’re blushy.”

80. “Don’t be shy baby.”

81. “You can do better than that sweetheart.”

82. “That’s it. Don’t stop baby.”

83. “You’re doing so well.”

84. “Don’t worry. I’d take you out for dinner before I get you for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”

85. “You can practice on me.”

86. “What? I don’t like [name].” “Yeah, and I don’t breathe oxygen.”

87. “My parents love you.”

88. “Remember how you always say you love me no matter what?” “Is that a dog?”

89. “Can I call you?”

90. “I guess I’m just scared of losing you.”

91. “It’s only you. It’s always going to be just you.”

92. “How do I look?” “Um. Well. Good?”

93. “It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella.” “Have my jacket!”

94. “You thought you had to ask to come over?”

95. “One more kiss, please?”

96. “I thought I lost you forever.”

97. “So… care to tell me who that was?”

98. “Alright, dude, back off.”

99. “I love you.”

100. “I hate you.”

[manysmallhands]

Favourite Songs of 2024: 28 - 20

Continuing the countdown as far as the door of the top 20! Previous entries can be found here, here and here. Now, we carry on...

28. Miso Extra - Slow Down

Miso takes more of a dance turn on her best song to date, a collaboration with DJ Boring (no it’s ok, he’s interesting) where the eerie bleeps and twitchy garage vibe combine with Miso’s low key drone to create something that sounds both hypnotic and creepily compelling. The lyrics might just be one verse repeated over and over again but ultimately that turns out to be a bonus, as you'll be wanting to sing along and it keeps things simple.

27. Tyler The Creator ft Teezo Touchdown - Darling, I

While much hip hop these days feels a bit bleak and cold to me, I was an instant sucker for this kind of sweet hooked, RnB flavoured groove that Tyler often favours on his new record. Darling, I is one of those things that I probably shouldn’t like so much, where our hero rather selfishly sets out why he’s incapable of committing to one woman, but it’s also a little bit sad when he admits that he’s dooming himself to a life of loneliness and even quite charming in its blunt self knowledge. All things considered, i'm calling it a bop.

26. Ava Max - Spot A Fake

The fact that Ava once had a #1 hit feels like a bit of a fever dream now but Spot A Fake shows that she can still turn out a banger in her pop auteurist, neo-Flashdance signature sound. “I’ve got a 6th sense when it comes to a bitch” she sings and it’s that sense of high melodrama and low comedy that keeps me coming back, that and the impossibly catchy tunes anyway.

25. Szou - Thinkin' Bout

Post Good Luck Babe it feels like only a matter of time before this kind of bubbly 80s pop rock begins to reemerge, set against the glossier version of the era that still tends to dominate. Szou, a tiny duo who popped up on my radio one night, use shuffling synths (somehow reminiscent of the Hill Street Blues theme?) and some controlled wailing in the chorus a la Laura Branigan for that peak 1984 vibe, adding some calculated TMI in the lyrics too to give it a touch of Chappell Roan. It manages the great pop trick of channelling a bunch of obvious influences but making them memorable enough to not feel too derivative and catchy enough to bring you back for more.

24. Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding - Free

Unlike last year’s megahit Miracle (eight weeks at #1!), Free failed to set the charts alight at all but in many ways it was just as good. A light, airy dance banger powered by its drum n bass break and flashing house piano, Free goes off hard into a soaring, skittering chorus early on and never really looks back from there. Calvin gets dragged for being basic but a better way to view him is that he’s mastered his craft better than any of his contemporaries: if it sounds like he could knock this stuff out in his sleep, that's cos he's just so good at it.

23. Jessica Pratt - Better Hate

After drifting off into the fog on 2019’s Quiet Signs, the big surprise this year was that Jess had brought some tunes back with her. Better Hate is one of the best examples of her eerie mid century folk pop, backed by twinkling keys and semi-comic woodblock percussion which helps to create a bit of a Disney vibe. Her distinctive baby-voiced coo feels more playful this time around and while the lyric here is somewhat enigmatic, the harmonies and melodic dance make this sound something akin to a party, albeit one that takes place in an undefined earlier epoch.

22. Tinashe - Nasty

Possibly the most ecstatically greeted #61 hit of all time, Tinashe’s viral sensation felt like vindication for the faithful but added a new lightness and snap to her catchy RnB template which stuck out sharply from the gloomier material of her past. Full of highly quotable catchphrases (including, quintessentially, "is somebody gonna match my freak?!"), Nasty may not have hit big but it did capture a moment this summer with attitude, humour and a surprisingly touching sense of yearning at its core.

21. Emei - Rabbit Hole 

This is another pick-up from evening radio, again from an artist that I knew nothing about. Rabbithole is an edgy pop banger: I like the the contrast between the early 80s synth stylings and the punchier, more modern production, and also the way it will stutter towards a stop and then explode back into life again. Much like Tate Mcrae’s ‘Greedy’ last year it gets a bit lost after the second chorus but (also much like Greedy) the twitchy bounce and energy mean that it doesn’t really matter all that much: all I want from this is more. I do have to say tho that when Emei (aged 25) says "oh my god i'm getting old", she owns me so hard that i shall probably have stop listening to her soon.

20. Cosmorat - Backseat Baby

I have recently started to conceptualise some of my listening as "hopscotch music" - songs that sound like the kind of thing you’d hear sung in a school playground - and Backseat Baby may be the clearest example of them all. It slouches along in a kind of elegant, restless groove punctuated by occasional jolts of comedic violence, but the key thing that holds it together is the repeated chorus of “NOT A CRIME IF YOU DON’T GET CAUGHT!”, chanted with the kind of malevolence you’d expect from a bunch of 12 year olds who you'd discovered playing with matches. Always fun, if in a slightly nervous way.

More tomorrow, maybe

[droughtofapathy]

"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Once Upon a Mattress

August 21, 2024 | Broadway | Hudson Theatre | Evening | Musical | Revival | 2H 30M

The first twenty or so minutes of this show is so quaint and charming. And then she bursts onto the scene and it's all downhill from there. Any enjoyment I had for the Encores version is gone. I hated every minute Sutton Foster appeared on that stage. This time, knowing I didn't like her in the Encores production, I took along a friend who adores everything Sutton Foster is in and didn't say a word against her beforehand. And wouldn't you know it? My friend was as irritated by it all as I was. It's too much. Sutton is still doing far too much. If you shaved off even half of her mugging, you'd be able to take off ten minutes from the runtime. It's worse on Broadway in every way. Drawn-out, excessive, unfunny. Is it like a thing for her where she gets some kind of thrill out of shoving things into her mouth in front of an audience of a thousand people?

Anyway, never mind her. I've already been mean enough in my Encores review. Here's what's changed since the Encores concert. A mostly-new cast of principles with Brooks Ashmanskas just kind of there, but hey, it's a paycheck before Smash this spring; a new Jester who has been out; Will Chase as a very stupid man; and Ana Gasteyer as the Queen. Cleavage impeccable, wig a delight, acting choices and accent...a little baffling, but sure. I don't know if I liked what she was doing, or hated it. It kind of feels like every single actor was given a separate director, and no offense to the amateur theatre circuit, but it's very reminiscent of a bunch of community theatre actors who rehearse for an hour after work once a week.

Now, the regular Jester actor has been out recently, leaving the understudy to struggle through the show as best as he can, occasionally script-in-hand. And he's doing great. Good for him. There were several nail-biting moments where he went up, but all things considered, props to him. Now, having seen J. Harrison Ghee in the role, I think the understudy's take was more appropriate for the part as written. The Jester is meant to be a novice with the Wizard as a senior figure. J. had a lot of confidence and swagger the whole time, making it difficult to believe they were some young kid fresh on the scene. The regular Jester on Broadway is a 44-year-old man to Brooks's 55 years, and I don't know how that dynamic plays. The understudy is 25, and seems far more appropriate, but then again, everyone is too old in this cast. And I'm saying that.

Verdict: A Long Slog to Curtains

A Note on Ratings

I know the estate probably had a hand in revitalizing this on Broadway to get more traction in regional and community circles, but god this should not be on Broadway. You could easily chop an hour off this show and it wouldn't lose an ounce of cohesion. Almost every song is filler, and Mary Rodgers knew it.

[echoweaver]

Story about the Story

Echo in Time: Winter 1307-1309 Part 1

I hope that was painful to read because it was heartbreaking to play. I have never seen a sim so far in over his head as Nash was trying to handle the farm and two kids. Nothing was staged.

This chapter features the wonderful Make a Mess mod by @flotheory​. It makes raising toddlers a lot more interesting and immersive. I’ve raved about it before. Making toddlers cause constant age-appropriate trouble really makes the life stage come, um, alive.

So, Nash had to drop everything every few hours to go feed the baby. He was required to feed the chickens and milk the cow. A bunch of garden plants still had harvestables they needed for the winter. Every time he turned his back, Alair made a mess, which he had to clean up. The “chamberpot” broke and spewed water all over the outhouse, and he had to fix that and clean up. There wasn’t enough time in the day. And then, right on cue, he got sick. Gotta say, I’m pretty proud of how Symptoms for Seasons turned out. Nash was not so thrilled.

Also featured is @zoeoe-sims​‘s Toddler Food Bowls. Since there was no mother to breastfeed, Alair needed solid food. Nash was already working himself to the edge of passing out every day. So I used the food bowls to feed Alair. But Nash couldn’t get into town to earn any money selling at the market, and the §25/meal hit their savings hard.

I spent a lot of time dithering about whether or not to retcon Emmaline’s death. If I ever play a challenge like this again, the foundress will get an exemption from death rolls until she’s at least into adult life stage. But I played for a while assuming the death would stand, and Nash’s story was just so intense that it made the decision for me.

So Alair and Emma are officially charmed because they’re going to have to produce enough children to make this a viable challenge. RIP Emmaline. She’s totally going to be a townie in my games from now on, though.

I’d say the current rules are a pretty good difficulty level -- this should have been almost impossible, and it was.

BTW: The idea that Nash would become religious after Emmaline died was my kid’s. I thought it was a brilliant idea, and it gives Nash’s story some real depth I think.

A few outtakes:

Since the babysitter did that useless babysitter thing, I had to send Nash home from the funeral early to feed the poor kids. Sitter had strong opinions about the diapers she failed to change.

Nash is not impressed.

(Her bodice is not the correct period. Whoops.)

Nash tucks in Alair (Napping Mat, by Arsil adapted to TS4 toddler bed by ATS3 ). The animation doesn’t sync on this action, so it had to be two pictures, and I couldn’t figure out how to use them.

[imraespace]

poopie the last person i also talked to was rin itoshi we are twinnign once again 😈🤞🤞

HELLO IT IS LUNCH AND I AM ACFUALLT EATIG WITH FRIENDS BUT IM LEGIT JUST .. typing this out on my phone and its so quiet 💔💔 i feel bad now wait it is currently 12:25 ill come back

its now 12:42 theyre locked in on assignments im safe fo type 😈

i hate my chem teacher SO MUCH LIKE TELL ME WHY I HAVE TO MEMORIZE HALF THE PERIODIC TABLE FOR THE FIRST QUIZ?? like i technically already did this last year and its really easy but?? still?????? she legit started talking about some other topic and then assigned something without explaining it like maybe im too used to being babied by my teachers but still ☹️ explain it step by step please woman im too slow for this 💔

i also hate tiktok bc my edits keep flopping but the most important part is rhag im having fun while editing 😈😈 (im not having fun im gonna cry)

i also constantly get swarmed by bees or wasps?? i dont know which one i actually see but either way theres always 1-3 hanging around me when im outside 💔 like idk what i did to have them around me but im happy they dont sting me or anything bc id cry. IVE NEVER ACC BEEN STUNG BY A BEE OR WASP THO 😈 maybe i should start becoming one with the bees and become a bumblebee like literally today i was waiting for my bus and i just see one around my stomach just hovering there and i slowly backed away BUT IT KEPT FOLLOWING ME but then it left so i was safe 🙏

daily question is which bluelock character would be swarmed by bees whenever they go out bc i must know

- 🐙

LMAOO omg TWINSSS

HAII as I'm typing this it's 12:53 ans my lunch period just ended AND LMAO dw soon enough you all will start yapping nonstop in the positive way!!

yas studious mates you have!! TOO BAD MINE ARENT bunch of tom foolery.. anyways dang.. idk what happens in chem anymore when I used to do it I was still confused! so props to you popo😉😉😘😘 your teacher is just like me fr HELP ill get ofd topic so fast BUT I HATW WYEN TWACHERS DO THAT LIKE STAY ON TOPIC ANS FR I RATHER THEN BABY ME SO I CAN UNDERSTAND INSTEAD OF ME BEING CLUELESS

I HATE THAT when I used to post my moots just used to spam me so that made ir fun but ITS ANNOYING WHEN YPU SOEND A BUNCH OF TIME ON AN EDIT AND IT FLOPS

I think they find you sweet HELP I think you're personality is sweet ill follow you if I was a buzzing bee and won't sting you!! (this out of context sounds scary) but actually if a bee starts to follow me I'll act like I'm possessed😊!

BACHIRA BEE BOY WILL BE SWARMED BY BUZZING BEES

this one is short today I'm doing poa hw hahahahheheh🤫🤫 BC ITS FUNNN

[percontaion-points]

Fearless (HMA 4) chapters 25 & 26

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Chapter 25

“I’m all for mixing bloodlines, but you’ll find the other pack leaders aren’t as civilized. Trust me, the safest place for you is in my collection.”

A man whose goal is to mix all of the shifters and refers to these women as “his collection” is in fact the opposite of “civilised” and “safe”. 

I didn’t try to hide my smile; the helicopter was bumping and whining as it clawed through the sky and we were clearly in the hands of the wild night now.

It’s all well and good until that thing fucking crashes because the pilot lost control somehow. 

“Vail, it’s Trey. There’s too many…” He pointed to the sky, where Theo circled in his half-shift, his pale face staring down into the trees. “Sweet Pea, I don’t think he’s going to make it.”

Full offence, but I don’t think too many people are going to shed a single tear over that prick’s death. 

But before Jasper could answer him, his eyes softened to a golden glow, and with a heart-wrenching snap, the Devil of the Horn was gone.

Chapter 25 summary: Things go from bad to worse when two of Chrysler’s men start to fight… inside the goddamned helicopter. And then straight from a Hitchcock movie, a bunch of were-birds descend and also begin to attack. This reminds Vail of the message her father keeps sending her way: look to the sky. He then appears, being carried by one of the birds, and lands on the copter. This is enough for Vail to fight her way free from Chrysler’s grasp, and she jumps from the helicopter (which is now fairly close to the ground, because it’s being attacked so much). 

Michael tells her that the only thing Jasper would want would be for her to be safe. But her cat is having none of this, and quickly jumps in and kills several of the wolves who are intent on attacking Jasper. The others hurry up to join her side.

After a moment, Michael tells her that Trey is dying, and he’s not going to make it. Despite how Vail feels, her cat apparently has a different opinion, and rushes to his side. She tells him to keep fighting, but it’s obviously too late. Trey tells Jasper to protect Vail. Then Trey dies.

Chapter 26

Turning her away was almost as bad as remembering the look on my brothers’ faces when I told them about our mom. If they were human, they would have been too young to know what it meant, but the most basic fact in the shifter world was that everything that’s born must die. 

I think the stupidest part about Gwen’s actions is that she did have those young children to think about. And she INTENTIONALLY dragged them into this shitstorm. And even after Pearl stole them away, Gwen continued to stay there… Which obviously resulted in her death. 

Maybe the boys would be better off without her as their mother. But holy cow, she was still their MOTHER. 

“Look after my little girl, Jasper. She’s strong, but she’s seen more sorrow than she deserves.”

Chapter 26 summary: Jasper deals with the aftermath of that war. Mostly, he can feel the pain that Vail is in. Regardless of her shit-ass relationship with Trey, the two of them were still mated. And he knows that some wounds can’t be healed with a band-aid. She basically mopes around in their shared room in the caves for three days. 

Ada keeps showing up to try and talk to Vail, but Vail refuses anybody and anything. So Jasper has to keep sending her away. 

Jasper is also dealing with the fact that his baby brothers are now orphans. But not a whole lot of time is spent on that for now. 

Eventually, Michael shows up, and is basically like “You need to get her away from the caves. Not to the places where she has bad memories, TF is wrong with you? Here’s my actual address, so you should take her there.” He’s also going to go speak with a werewolf council in London about finally reuniting all of the families once again. 

Chrysler is still out there, but won’t be for long if Michael has anything to say about it. 

So is Jonathan, but his enforcer, Cyril, is chasing after him. So again, it’s only a matter of time. Iris Marrow broke the bond between her and her husband. And while he somehow survived it, she didn’t. 

[latenightsearlymorns]

Sugar Bear

The needle pierced stubbornly, reminding Josef of some other prick he’d met before. The ‘prick’ in his arm had been more courteous, but he still thought about calling that other lad up and maybe trying him out for a drink once…, if, this was all over. Josef, for sure, would appreciate that moon-lit beau of a man compared to the intern currently fumbling through his medical records, double-checking the footnotes the resident doctor would no-doubt quiz him on later. It was his acne that really held him back, Josef thought, otherwise he could do well on a Friday night at Jo’s. ‘Aren’t you like 25?’ he thought.

Beep. Beep.

The EKG machine droned on the same as it had for the 2 weeks he had been arrested to the hospital bed, his own body turning against him. He had fair warning over the years, and the medication helped. Unfortunately it was still in the trial run, and he wasn’t sure if fate had given him the placebo or not. ‘Just my luck to get the motherfucker that hates workin’. Making another mental note to call the lad, Josef sighed, deeply. It was the loudest thing in the room, followed by the machine and the rustling of papers.

“Okayyyy… Mr. Royce?” the intern questioned.

“Guilty,” Josef replied, saluting the newbie doc with a wave of his hand from his diminishing hip.

“Right on, okay sooo…” He trailed off. ‘Bonus points for being cute,’ Josef thought.

 “It seems the targeted therapy didn’t quite pan out as well as we had hoped,” the Intern continued, putting emphasis on the word hoped only. ”The targets in your liver unfortunately did not respond to the treatment, and the Gemcitabine doesn’t seem to be having a strong effect anymore either.” 

‘Bummer’, Josef thought.

“We can continue attempting to limit the spread as much as we can, but the cancer has already reached your lymph nodes, and we’re running out of effective treatment. At this point in time we may have to consider transitioning to hospice care to help alleviate any symptoms and pain, go over any end-of-life treatments with loved ones, begin getting your affairs in order…” The intern waved his hand in the air unintentionally dismissive, the entire time his eyes glued to the pages. Contained in those sheets, the science spoke of no miracles. The intern was very aware of that. “Etcetera.” He raised his head to meet Josef’s. ”The choice is ultimately up to you. I am very sorry.” He then bowed his head, holding his papers in his hand and taking them to his waist, one fist over the other, a move no doubt practiced in the mirror likely before he entered the room. Josef was appalled.

“Did you literally just bow your head? Is this your first time throwing the ‘you’re dying’ bomb or something?”

“Well no-,”

“I’m just kidding, doc. I gave my last doctor a bunch of shit too. He was an asshole though.”

“Doctor Lund?” Josef continued the joke and nodded. “Ha! He’d get a kick out of that.” The intern looked at his papers, seemingly pleased. I may be dying but I still got it, Josef thought.

“Anyways, I did want to mention that we do have one more alternative, if you would like to continue treatment.” All business, this guy. Josef nodded, a sign to continue which wasted minimum effort. “There is a new drug being developed which is seeing higher than average success rates in animal trials. They just opened trials for human treatment, and I think it could potentially be a good match, you do qualify.” He checked his papers again. “The biggest issue is, of course, there is no guarantee.”

Josef thought for a moment and then responded. ”So basically it could prolong my life a little, but I’ll probably just be sick the entire time, and there’s a high probability I’ll die anyways?”

“There are no guarantees, unfortunately.”

“I’m gonna need the opinion of my trusty advisor then if you don’t mind.” 

“Sure sure! I completely understand, I can give you some time.” 

“No need, she’s right outside.” Josef cupped his hands and pointed his mouth at the door. 

“HEY SUGAR BEAR, BABY, COME IN HERE FOR A MINUTE.”

There was an audible scratching at the door as the doctor turned and stared perplexed. The door opened, and a tiny hand waved through the door, announcing her welcome. This was followed promptly by a tiny head, and the young girl walked timidly into view. Her grandfather behind her opened the door wide enough for her to slip in, then waved them away as he awkwardly dismissed himself from view. No doubt they were both eavesdropping. 

The doctor stared at the young girl, then looked at Josef. “Your advisor I’m assuming?”

Josef nodded. It was easy to nod, just a shake of the head.

 “My daughter.” Josef motioned to the tiny creature and the girl ran up to his bed with both arms raised. Once she got to his side she realized her father wouldn’t be much help in getting her up, instead backing up two steps to run and hop her upper half onto the bed. Josef moaned quite playfully and the young girl gingerly clambered up to his chest, where she pushed herself onto his ear and whispered into it. Josef nodded again, and the girl carefully placed herself on his hip.

“There you go. Anyways, can you explain what you just said to me again, doc?”

The doctor cautiously glanced at the girl as if she secretly held the cure for cancer herself. “You- do you want me to explain to her what I just said?’”

“You’re the doctor.”

“Mr. Royce, I’m not sure what you want me to do here.”

Two hazel eyes that seemed to encompass an entire third of the child’s face peered at the doctor. Mouth slightly open, the child didn’t seem to have much of a response either.

“Doc, I want you to meet Sugar Bear. That’s her name.”

“Hi… Sugar Bear.” The Intern cautiously waved with a quick motion of his wrist. 

“Go ahead Doc, she’s smart.” Josef kissed his daughter’s head. The little girl laid back onto his chest, keeping her head level and continuing to look at the doctor. She waved back, a bit more enthusiastically.

“Ummm…… Sugar Bear?”

The Girl nodded. 

“Um.” Josef urged the doctor with another nod. “Alright so…” The intern was caught off guard, he quickly realized he had never had to explain death and probabilities to a child before, that was always the parent’s job. He had been trained about counseling patients of course, however he avoided pediatricy as much as possible, as children were often gross, whiny, hyperactive goblins. The little goblin before him seemed pretty interested in what he had to say however. The intern sighed. Josef was loving it.

“So Sugar Bear, I have some bad news. Your dad, umm, is very sick, very very sick. He’s been fighting the cancer, the thing hurting him and making him sick, for a very long time.” The intern used his counseling skills as best he could, keeping eye contact with the tame child. It blinked ever so slowly, mouth slightly hung open to maximize oxygen intake. She looked maybe four years old. “Its- it’s getting pretty hard to keep the fight going and umm… sw-sweetie I don’t think this is a fight that your dad can keep trying to win.” Her eyes furrowed, a child trying to understand what it already sort of knew.

Another nod from dad. “Say it doc.”

“…. So, umm, your dad and I were talking and well, uuh, he has two choices.” The intern held his fingers up for visual representation. “He can still keep fighting,” he curled his middle finger and kept the pointer straight, “and we can try one more thing.” Sugar bear’s expressions never changed, except for her eyebrows, which moved slightly with the end of each sentence, as if she was recounting what she heard in her head. She briefly glanced at the doctor’s pointed finger, counted one with her mouth, then concentrated again at the man in the lab coat who was helping her daddy. “The problem is, is that your daddy is already hurting a lot, and this could be a really long-.”

The intern, who realized he had stooped in order to be level with the child, stood up and waved his hands. “Mr. Royce I’m sorry but I need to ask, this is, this decision is entirely based on you and you alone. I, I can see why you’d like,” he gestured towards the girl,” Sugar B- her, this kid, involved, but I don’t see the need to explain to your daughter about this until you decide, otherwise I think this is a lot of pressure. She can’t decide for you.”

“Ha!” Josef countered almost immediately.

“Mr. Royce please take this seriousl-.”

“To hell she can’t.” The girl turned to look at her father. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Royce, I don’t mean to tell you how to,” a broad gesture, “‘parent’, I’m just not sure how to explain,” and another gesture,” to your daughter how she can weigh in on your treatment. How old is she anyways?”

Sugar bear played with her hands, firmly tucked into her father’s lap as he stared amused towards the intern. 

He pulled a lock of hair from her eyes. “You gotta give her more credit, doc, kids in general,” Josef stated. He turned to look up at the doctor, now employing his counseling skills he learned as a parent and social worker. 

The intern sighed. Josef continued.

“Cover your ears bubbie.”

The girl did so.

“Listen Doc, I don’t want to tell you how to,” Josef gestured with only one hand, the other tucked around Sugar Bear, “‘doctor’, but it’s my right to discuss these things with my family. You see that old man out there? That’s her grandfather from her mom’s side. ‘Sugar’ here is a copy of her mom, basically, and it was her wish before SHE died that I get custody of her. Not her actual father, fucking drunk he is, or her actual grandfather, ME.” Josef pointed at himself. Sugar turned to look at the finger, counted one, then turned back. She kept her hands in place.

The intern stood silent.

“She was my best friend. This girl is her mirror-fucking-image, I swear to god. I can’t even tell you about the legal battle I went through, it was hell. I raised her before she was even speaking, I’m her goddamned father. I didn’t even want kids.” Josef again looked at Sugar Bear. “You don’t understand ’til you have them. No doctor, this doesn’t affect me, I don’t give a shit. I’m old and greying, I did my thing already.” He hugged her with both arms. She lay back into his chest. “You need to tell this girl and it needs to come from you because pretty soon she’s going to lose her grandfather too. She’s going to go through a world of hurt and she’s going to have to endure some of it alone, and she needs to know that she can go to fuckheads like you and handle shit like an adult because she’s gonna grow up so fucking fast and I don’t think the world is ready for her, but she can be good and goddamned ready for it. So you fucking tell her, and explain it as best as you can, to the best of your ability please.”

The intern wavered for a second, abashed. A few seconds passed before he responded, “but what can she do about it?”

“Have you tried actually asking her?”

The intern did not understand. He looked at the girl.

Josef tugged at her sleeve and she relaxed her hands, head resting still on his chest. She was watching the screen on the television, hardly aware of the conversation that was just had.

“Ms. Bear?”

She turned as if to say ‘Oh me?’

“… I was trying to tell you earlier that your dad… he might pass away soon.”

Confusion from the girl.

“He, he’s going to heaven, with your mom.”

Sugar bear gasped and covered her mouth. Josef hugged her tightly and she turned to him and hugged his neck . “Noo daddyyy,” was heard very subtly behind him. 

“It’s okay baby,” Josef rocked her gently, allowing her a moment to process. After a second he brought her forward and pointed to the doctor. Wiping her eyes, she turned back to the doctor with a grimace, breathed in deeply, and tried to steady herself.

“I’ve been teaching her that,” Josef stated with a smile.

The intern couldn’t help but chuckle. He truly believed the man before him had led a good life, the way he humbly seemed to accept death.

“Nice job man… Hey Sugar Bear?” The girl nodded in between shuddered breaths. She uttered a whine, but managed her breathing. “Hey hey, it’s okay. I wanted to let you know, there’s still something we could do.” The girl was wiping her eyes, but now her full attention turned to the doctor. “ We can still try to save him, but it might hurt your dad even more. He’s already hurting a lot, so you might not like what you see if we do try, and there’s a good chance that he might not make it either way.” The girl uttered another sob. Josef comforted her as best he could. “The other thing we could do…. the other thing we could do is try to make him as comfortable as we can until his last breath.” 

The girl wiped her eyes and muttered “Conftable?” in between deep breaths, trying to master the sobs that randomly escaped her.

“Yes… We can try to make sure he doesn’t hurt so much. That way you can see him happy and quiet while he waits to… see your mommy again.” The intern had a hard time keeping his tears in now. They were bold faced lies, but close enough to the truth for a child. “Your dad said he wanted you to say what we should do. Your daddy thinks you’re pretty smart.” The intern smiled.

‘Cute,’ Josef thought, followed immediately by ‘Ya I have faith.’

“Conftable.” Sugar bear said it again, this time to herself, one hand rubbing her right eye. There were no more tears, but it was comforting. Josef held her other hand. “The other one.. hurts? Hurts him?” She put her hand to Josef’s face, and Josef took her scent in, adoring her smell and committing it to memory for the thousandth time.

“Yes… Yes it hurts, but it could help him too. We just don’t know.”

“Mmm,” She whined, “does it hurt a lot?”

“It could. He might not be too happy if you see him and, well, we just don’t know sweetie we’re trying the best we can.”

A moment passed by, the fate of the world being mulled over by a pre-schooler before nap-time. She lay back down on her father’s chest. She could feel his heartbeat still, at least.

“I want daddy to be happy.”

“You.. you want him to be happy?

She put her thumb in her mouth and vigorously shook her head up and down. Her father nodded approvingly.

“Yeah baby, that’s what I want too.”

The intern had no words. So, he followed his script. More patients to see.

“Okay, umm well, great, well,” he wiped his eyes, “Umm, Mr. Royce.” The intern bowed his head again. “I will… discuss the treatment plan with your pharmacist and uh, we’ll see about what options we have, that way maybe we can discuss transitioning to in-home treatment, so we can make you as… comfortable as we can.” He smiled at the man sitting with his daughter and wondered.

“Thanks, doc.” Josef winked. 

The intern turned to leave, but he caught himself catching a glimpse towards Sugar Bear, who had begun falling asleep with her hand by her face, eardrum placed firmly over her dad’s chest. 

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll get a good inheritance.” Josef touched his thumb and forefinger together and rubbed them back and forth. “So will the old man. Sorry for calling you a fuckhead by the way. Do me a favor will ya, grab me my phone from the counter please? I gotta schedule a date.”>