#and I still got over a month to go fucking hELP

[thelaundrybitch]

Bangin'

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TURTLE DOVES!!!!

Have a little ditty I scraped together for shits and giggles.

Love yas! 🫶🏼🫵🏼💖

I'm gonna go ahead and deem this an 18+ story.

🔥A Dirty Laundry Fic🔥

And as always, my ninja turts are aged up to 30+ years. Don't be weird.

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though🤩

Bangin'

You’ve had the hots for Leo for as long as you’ve known the turts. Don knows your dirty little secret because he’s your BFF, and you tell him everything. You’ve made it quite clear to him that if you are ever caught with Leo alone, to come save you. You don’t want to say anything stupid and ruin friendships or lair visiting privileges by confessing your undying love for the eldest turt. So, you do your best to keep your distance because you fear your mouth will commit mutiny, always keeping your interactions with the blue bara fairly short and always ensuring one of his brothers is in the same room in case you need an emergency evacuation.

Leo, however, keeps trying to herd you away from his brothers or catch you alone so he can use that irresistible charm of his, to win your heart. He’s had a big fat crush on you for just as long and has actively been trying to get some alone time with you.

But it’s always thwarted. Whenever he thinks he’s got the upper hand, Donnie appears and whisks you away to the lab to help him with something. Eventually, he gives up, thinking that you and Don have something going on, and tries to occupy his time with additional training, meditating, or reading whenever you come to visit.

This certainly gets your attention.

Effectively crushing your blue-terrapin-loving heart.

A few months go by as you try to tell yourself that his lack of attention and interaction is for the best, and you almost have yourself to that ‘ok’ point.

Until…

The dreams start

Hot, horny, and hella realistic. You dream about honor boy pinning you to every surface of the lair. You swear you can almost feel his mouth on your skin. You can even smell that bergamotty goodness that is Leonardo, right as you’re waking up. 

Sometimes, the dreams are so realistic you have to walk around your apartment to make sure he’s not actually there.

It’s at this point you decide you need to avoid him altogether. Otherwise, you’re going to end up mauling him and begging him to make your dreams come true.

Leo, on the other hand, has been in absolute agony. And still IS in agony. He can’t get you out of his head no matter what he does. Your scent always seems to linger in the air for days after you’ve visited, no matter what room he walks into. Your voice echoes in his mind as he reads, that sweet laughter clouding his focus, rendering his imaginary escape impossible. 

Pretty sounds slipping from your pretty lips, with your small form fitting perfectly under his much bigger one, taking him so well every time he closes his eyes. Both asleep and awake.

It’s fucking torture.

Then it happens.

You walk into Don’s lab one day on a rampage. You’re tired. You’re sexually frustrated. And it’s all Leonardo’s fault.

Now, Don already knows about these dreams - because, of course, you told him. So, the moment you slam his lab door open, he puts down what he’s working on and gives you his undivided attention as you start spewing about your latest dreamland tryst. 

As you're talking very animatedly with Don about said adult activities you are going into great detail about positions, and kinks, and all kinds of risque dialogue.

Little do you know that Leonardo is present. He is over behind the lab table, squatting down and looking for a book that Don recommended on focusing through distractions.

He’s getting ready to stand up and leave when he hears your upset voice but freezes the moment you start talking about your latest dream. Because all of a sudden, out from your perfect, pretty little mouth comes all these words. Talking about all these physically untried ✨positions✨ accompanied by some over-exaggerated, very real-sounding… noises.

And he just—

Flatlines.

Zero brain activity.

He stands up so fucking fast that he slams his head on the shelf; the shelf dislodges and catapults the contents ALL over the place.

And he is mortified.

You're mortified.

Because you were absolutely reenacting some of said positions with a stool from the lab table.

And the way he's looking at you?

He's gotta fucking know.

But he doesn't.

And that secret crush he's had on you for years is about to be blown.

Holding your breath, you carefully stand the stool back to an upright position, giving Don the hairy eyeball before looking back at Leo for his response. 

Good God, you’re gorgeous.

His eyes are glued to you, and he’s watching every little move you make. Leo hasn’t seen you this close in months.  

Sure, he’s seen you from afar and in every dream, but being less than twenty feet from you is doing unmentionable things to him.

The way your v-neck tee is hugging all your curves in all the right places has his head spinning. You look good enough to eat.

He’s not sure what comes over him (quite possibly the oncoming concussion), but his legs move on their own accord and bring him around the lab table to where you’re standing with your face hotter than lava and wishing the Earth would open up and swallow you whole.

He stands almost on top of you, looking down into those enchanting eyes of yours, his own baby blues flicking back and forth from your eyes to your lips and back again.

He’s as silent as the calm before a storm, with waves of intensity rolling off of him like a tsunami and threatening the existence of your panties.

It’s too much. The looming. His intimidating presence. You know he knows, and you need to explain yourself before he hurls your ass out of the lair for good.

Stuttering out his name, you tell him you can explain and proceed to put your foot directly in your mouth as the verbal vomit gives away your position. They’re just dreams! You can’t help what your brain thinks about while you’re asleep! As a matter of fact, it’s his fault! Yeah! You can’t help that he’s the one-

��Me?” If Leonardo had eyebrows, they would’ve flown clean off his face. “I’m in these dreams?”

Eyes rivaling the size of Jupiter you glance at Don, who has nearly bitten off his tongue trying not to laugh, and just shrugs at you. Swallowing hard, you look back at Leo, whose irises are barely visible with how big his pupils are blown.

Trembling, you swallow hard and nod slowly. 

Without a second thought, he squats down, scoops you up like a princess, and growls out, “You need to come with me.”

“Wha- why?!” you panic, your hands moving around his neck to steady yourself in his arms.

He brings you in closer to his face, and in a husky voice, he tells you, "Because we need to go somewhere with thick walls… Those delicious noises and screams? They're all mine. No one else gets to hear those."

And that's the story of how you became part of Leonardo's mattress.

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[lychgate]

i haven't posted a really poorly drawn thought piece adventure in years so here's a brief update!

hope i hit the read more thing right oh well anyway:

"Spent a lot of time applying for a home loan. I had to pay -fucked up- to have a convincing income for a decent loan. It was very confusing but cody helped me a lot."

"Cody proposed to me It felt wonderful that someone wanted to share their time and love with me. Cody proposed Anthrohio weekend, it's the con we really met at."

"We saw the listing that sunday morning before we had to go to our table to vend."

"It was a perfect house. We were the first people to view it and we immediately put in a bid. And we got the house. Many papers to sign."

"Moving was not easy. It took 2 whole months. Cody was out of town helping their grandma recover from a big surgery and we had to sell their old house/move that as well as move from my apartment. ALSO THE PETS: My cat dick wolf + Cody's 3 birds. Until we could get some doors installed and separate the house, I had to live between two places every day to feed and care for them."

"Still, life was good. I bought my first house! It has a swing in the backyard. I've never had my own backyard. I've never even lived somewhere that had trees (in said yard) It felt nice. Living together with the love of my life and 4 pets."

"Through all this i never closed my shop. How could I? It was my income, and I just bought a house. It needed to stay open. Moving that much inventory, setting up a new office, the house is a nice size but it's not huge, so, very careful organizing had to be executed if I wanted my apparel laid out right. (Which I totally managed to do)"

"but i Did get really good at baking pies. the two are connected."

"sacred_crow on instagram!"

"there's like 25 of u bastards i would absolutely die for, and about 75 more that i would go nearly dead over."

"We have an extra bedroom so I got to turn it into a toy room. There's games, crafts, stuffed animals, movies, a sick loft I painted the shit out of. It rules. It brings me a lot of Joy."

"Under the loft we have a dug out where we can watch VHS tapes. I love to sit with Cody and watch movies and play Donkey Kong."

"I am not good at Banjo Kazooie, but Cody is. Cody is so talented. I love watching them play games. (Depicted is not banjo kazooie but donkey kong country 2 as we are currently playing that. I'm good at DKC but I will still swear and make sounds like im about to throw up)"

"Half the basement is finished, so we turned it into a dual office space. It rules. Cody has a whole side for fursuit crafting, and my side is mostly my gigantic gamer computer area/shipping area. I took a whole wall to put all my non apparel merch like pins charms and notebooks also. for hte love of god someone buy the notebooks they take up more space then i wanted"

"I love to look over from my computer and see cody working. They always look so focused, yet peaceful."

"It's winter but it rains. I miss the snow. I lived by the lakes growing up. I miss piles of snow. It's just wet and cold here. Yes i'm quite aware of global warming"

"I got kicked off both my health and car insurance. I fixed the car one but health insurance still no. All my meds have gone away. The past few months have been hard. I think way too much lately. I can't get myself to do anything. -this is a whole page of downer bullshit and i cropped it!-"

"We had a leaky ceiling that took a month to fix. Cody did all the work because they are smart and kind."

"Oh yeah I had my uterus removed earlier this year. They let me keep it. It's in a jar in my living room."

"We threw a very nice halloween party. I was the green m&m. Cody was the monarch."

"We adopted 8 beautiful kiwis from a crane machine at the mall. we spent over 100 monies to get them but it was worth it."

"

It was a rough year. My health is in decline. Our country may try to end my life for being trans soon (lol?) I am in hte middle of a colossal mental breakdown of my core fundamental behavior (depression advanced) BUT ALSO: I am engaged to my favorite person. We bought a house together. I'm beginning a new chapter of my life. I have a swing in my backyard. The negatives suck but there are also many positives. The cycle of emotions is immense, but there is beauty in it. There is beauty in life, and isn't that wonderful?"

[christinesficrecs]

Heeyyyy!! I’m going on a month long work trip in a VERY small town with nothing to do besides work in January so I need to stock up on some fics. Can you rec some mate and/or soulmate fics that are over 50k please?? Or if any of your followers wanna throw some in the tags or replies that would be super cool too. I’m gonna need all the entertainment/help I can get. I’ve googled the shit out of this place and the surrounding area and it’s literally in the middle of nowhere.

Hey!! Are you coming to visit me? Because I def live in a rinky dink town where cash is king and everything is closed by 4 pm 😂

Apologies to the rest of my listeners because this post got LONG. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

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“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We’re literally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

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[aro-in-danyl]

S1E9 TimeTravel AU - Jayce enlists Jinx to blow up the HexGates. Cait and Vi bond over their siblings going crazy. Silco is tired.

Ekko arrives a bit earlier just as Jayce is shooting Viktor in the chest. Jayce gets sent back in time somehow from the combined power of the Z-Drive and the Commune's collective death.

Jayce's consciousness rockets back in time and splices with his younger self just as he's finished 'negotiating' with Silco. Still reeling from his Arcane induced-trauma and killing his partner as well as who knows how many people by proxy, he arrives half feral and about 99.7% convinced he's either hallucinating or in Runeterra's version of Hell.

Jayce, canonically suicidal, Talis comes to the conclusion that he needs to blow up the Hex Gates and that the resulting explosions will either jar him out of his hallucination or finally put him out his misery and let him join Viktor.

Unfortunately, after months spent in isolation in an apocalyptic future, Jayce has gained an unfortunate habit of talking to himself as he figures out problems.

And Silco has been standing there the whole time.

Silco reiterates that he's not going to give up Jinx and Jayce just goes 'I don't give a fuck about her anymore' and attempts to leave.

Silco is absolutely befuddled by Jayce's complete personality change, but refuses to show it. After raising Jinx, he's learned a few methods for bringing people back from the edge. And considering his investment in getting access to the Hex Gates, he is very unwilling to let Jayce just walk away.

Especially when Jayce mentions he's supposed to be dead.

----

Silco convinces Jayce he'll need an explosions expert and that he'd never be able to blow up all the Hex Gates by himself. Jayce holds resentment for Jinx blowing up his partner and pseudo-sister's mom but had calmed down enough to realize that if he was in the past, it would be better to be close to Jinx and prevent history from repeating itself.

Cue Silco and Sevika having to wrangle Arcane-ified Jayce and Shimmered Jinx and prevent them both from causing Hexplosions.

Jayce, dis-illusioned with the Council, decides it would be faster to just pull a Viktor and 'not ask for permission' before destroying Hextech. He tells Silco that if he's willing to help destroy the Hex Gates, he'll give him his nation of Zaun -- and pardon Jinx.

---

Elsewhere, in Piltover, Viktor has collapsed in the lab and entered a coma. There's a strange pattern on his chest and back. Almost as if he'd been shot with a very powerful energy blast from a very large hammer. But no injury, it was as if it had already been healed.

---

When Jinx kidnaps Cait and Vi, Jayce is the one to ask her to spare Cait and let her leave. But also, the one to stop Cait from shooting Jinx.

"Stand down, Sprout."

"What are you doing! She's killed people Jayce."

"So have I. And I need her." Jayce is still suffering hallucinations and time-travel-induced jetlag, so in the tense moment he forget when he is and admits to killing Salo and blowing a hole through Viktor's chest.

Caitlyn is more shocked by the latter, "You-you killed Viktor?" She liked Viktor as a friend, they got along despite their differences. "Why? Why would you do that!"

Jayce, dissociating and in complete sincerity, "Because I needed to save him."

Following that insane response, Jayce slowly walks toward Cait with a pleading look in his eye, "Jinx is going to help me destroy HexTech and then we can save everyone. And then I can focus on curing Viktor!"

Cait looks into Jayce's -her brother's- eyes and understands Vi a little bit more, her desperation to see the good in Jinx.

Caitlyn can see her brother in this stranger's eyes, but he feels miles away. She has no idea how she's going to reach him.

[elleluvsjurin]

School Rules

requested

synopsis: you’re the bitter ex who loves starting shit with the class president and vice president, one of them happening to be your ex gf. after a while, they put an end to your shit once and for all

pairings: ryujin x fem reader x yeji

cw: smut, reader is a mean girl, cursing, made ryujin kinda mean but she’s mean for a reason, reader gets slut out; lmk if i missed anything

wc: 1.6k

tags: @her-utahimee

 It's been 3 months since Yeji has dumped you. Of course you were still pissed about the whole situation. Oh, and when you found that her and her best friend won for class president and vice president, it was going to be game over for those two…so you thought. At first, it was simple things like smoking cigarettes on school grounds. Then, it was crashing their planned events with your friends and now..the rumors. Of course you went and spread a rumor that they were sleeping together, it was the cherry on top of it all and EVERYONE was eating it up.

“yej.. get your fucking ex. I'm sick of her ass. Did you see what she posted online about us?” Ryujin frustratedly asks, slamming the classroom door. 

“Listen, i’m going to try and talk to her but her friends are doing stuff along with her-” Yeji starts

“-yeah, well y/n’s the fucking ring leader. And if you don’t get her shit straight then I WILL!” Ryujin interrupts Yeji in a fit of rage. Yeji massages her temples with her fingers because she knows that you won’t go down without a fight. She pulls her phone out and dials your number, of course you answer after a couple of rings.

“What could you possibly want Hwang Yeji?” you ask over the phone

“We need to talk, could you please come over after school?” she asks, quietly. You smirk over the phone before you reply.

“Talk about what?” you ask innocently and she mutes herself before putting you on speaker. “You caused this, Yeji, not me.” 

“God y/n, just come over.” Yeji spoke as Ryujin rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“‘Mmkay, only because it’s you. And tell that dog ass friend of yours not to come, she’s mean as fuck.” you add onto the convo. “You know where I live, I’ll see you later.” Yeji abruptly says before hanging up on you. 

“Ugh I hate that bitch.” Ryujin mutters whilst writing down a few plans for the student council.

“Don’t worry, she won’t be doing anything else after tonight.” Yeji adds and looks to Ryujin

“What are you thinking, Yej?” Ryujin asks, obviously confused.

“Could you put her in her place? I’m not good at that..as you can see.” Ryujin face contorts in confusion

“Why not? You dated her God awful ass for a year.” she asks 

“Damn Ryu, I was a bottom, alright. Read the room.” Yeji says embarrassingly and Ryujin laughs, knocking over the desk from how much she was laughing.

“Oh, makes sense.” Ryujin replied after her fit of laughter. “I’ll get her ass straight but you have to help out.” 

“Fine.” Yeji says quietly, packing her bags.

“Is y/n even here today, I haven’t seen her all day.” Ryujin asks Yeji, looking to her for an answer

“No, she’s posting things from her room.” Yeji replies 

“Hm. ok.” Ryujin mumbles. Both the girls walk out of the room and head to Yeji’s place, planning for an unforgettable night between the three girls.

You head over to Yeji's place near the school at around 4 pm. You anticipated staying for about 30 minutes but that changed as soon as she let you in. Upon walking in, you see Ryujin sitting on Yeji’s couch.

“What the hell is she doing here?” you question, your face twists in disgust and Ryujin smirks

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Ryujin replies. “I got invited, you fucking spawned here..uninvited.” you spit back at her.

“Enough, y/n!” Yeji shouts. “I’m so sick of your bullshit!” she continues to speak her mind and you sit down, as you’ve never heard her scream before.

“Yej, what the fuck are you talking about? I was just poking fun..chill.” you retaliate

“No. You’re screwing with our fucking campaign by being a bitch. You, your fucking friends, we’re sick of it. I’m sick of it.” Yeji finishes and you sit there, looking stunned.

“Fine, are you done now?” you ask, getting up to leave before Ryujin turns you around, pushing you up against the wall. “What the hell-” you start as she traps your body with both of her arms being on each side of your head, her hands pressing up against the wall beside you. “You think you can leave that easy, huh? We’re not done with your bitch ass just yet.” she whispers, sending chills down your spine.

“Y-yeji, help me.” you say, trying to push her away. Yeji looks at the way you struggle, not saying a word.

“You really think that she’s going to help your spoiled ass? Why do you think she invited you?” Ryujin asks as tears prick at your eyes

“Ryujin let me go!-” you try to shout out but Ryujin covers your mouth with her hand. Ryujin and Yeji both grab you, dragging you to Yeji’s room, locking the door behind them. Yeji pushes you onto the bed. 

“W-what are you going to do to me?” you cry out, your voice trembling. Ryujin comes over to you, wiping the tears off of your cheeks. “We’re not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think.” she whispers, kissing your cheek. “Such a pretty girl..terrible personality.” Ryujin continues, looking to Yeji. 

“Strip bitch.” Yeji says coldly, pulling out her phone to record you. “W-what?” you ask

“You heard me, I said strip. We’re teaching you a little lesson.” she replies. You start by taking off your shirt, then your pants, undergarments, eventually being naked in front of the two girls.

Ryujin leans forward next to you, pressing her lips up to yours. She tastes your salty tears as her hands travel up and down your body, exploring every crevice. Yeji watches the two of you interact, smirking behind the camera. 

“Are you ready Yej?” she asks and Yeji nods her head. Ryujin lays you down on the bed, forcing your legs open.

“P-please..” you mumble, Ryujin gets in between your legs, kissing your lips passionately before she gets off of you. “Shh, we’re not here to hurt you.” She says, taking the camera from Yeji. Before you can answer, Yeji shuts your mouth by kissing you. Her tongue hungrily explores the inside of your mouth, to the point where you can barely breathe. She pulls away, watching the way you try to catch your breath. Her hands rub up and down your slit, you’re embarrassingly wet.

“You’re pathetic..” Yeji starts, “..I love it.” she spits out, sticking one of her fingers into your pussy. She thrusts in and out, the two girls listen to the way your pussy takes your ex-girlfriend's finger, Yeji adds another one and you moan out. 

“A-ah! Please ..yej, more. Don’t stop!” you cry out, your juices leak all over her fingers as she thrusts her fingers in at a quick pace. Ryujin smiles behind the camera. “Fuck her good, Yej. I bet she’s close.” she says

Yeji curls her fingers inside of you, hitting every spot perfectly. “G-gonna cum!!” is all you say as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your whole body shakes as you orgasm all over her fingers. Yeji pulls her fingers out of your pussy, slowly sticking them in your mouth one by one. 

“Good girl.” she mumbles, watching you as you suck your own cum off of her long fingers. “Can I leave now, you got what you wanted.” you say

“Nope.” Ryujin simply says. “You can leave after you make me cum.” Yeji says

“What do you want me to do? I’m ready to go.” You say and Yeji pushes you back. 

“She’s gonna sit on your face.” Ryujin says flatly. Yeji lifts her skirt, pulling down her soaked panties from her ankles and hovers her cunt over your face. “Ready for me, hm y/n?” Yeji coos

“Let’s get this shit over with.” You say in annoyance. You grab her hips, sticking your tongue out so her cunt can fall right on your tongue. Yeji rocks her hips back and forth on your tongue, throwing her head back. “F-fuck I forgot how good her tongue game was Ryu.” she moans out. Ryujin turns the camera off and walks over to Yeji, grabbing her throat and kissing her lips. Ryujin grabs Yeji’s hips, moving her back and forth. “A-ah y/n..feels so good.” she moans as Ryujin continues to move her hips, between that and your tongue..has her going crazy. 

You hurriedly thrust your tongue in and out of her pussy at a fast pace. You feel Yeji touching all over your breasts while you tongue fuck her. You continue to thrust inside of her, you feel her legs tremble over your face before she shouts. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck..’m gonna cum!” she cries out as she cums all over tongue. Yeji gets off of you and dusts herself off. 

“You can leave now, Ryujin will let you out.” Yeji says, you scramble to throw your clothes on. 

“Pull some shit again y/n and I’ll release that pathetic video of you.” Yeji says

“Fine, I'll stop.” you say, throwing the rest of your clothes on and you follow Ryujin to the front door. You turn around to walk out and Ryujin grabs you, making you turn around to face her.

“What do you want, Ryujin?” you ask, she looks you up and down.“Stop patronizing our campaign. Do it again and I’ll beat your ass after I fuck the shit out of you, got it?” Ryujin says, sternly. “O-ok, I get it. I won’t do it again.” you say “Good. Now scram!” She says as you hurriedly leave. Yeji stands in the hallway, watching Ryujin close the door. Ryujin turns around to see her best friend and she smiles, jokingly saying, “Thought you were a bottom?”

[zerocoded]

summary: imagine you are also a doctor at akso hospital and you are married to the hottest man in linkon city: dr. zayne or where only you can make doctor zayne rest.

authors note: my first post for love and deepspace because i've been obssessed and also my first work in 18 months lol, pls be kind because writing has traumatized me for eight years now シ (i've played this game everyday since i started playing and suddenly i'm poor). i found this beautiful drawing on pinterest, credits to the beautiful owner.

warnings: touch deprived doctor zayne • reader is a badass doctor • sfw content yay

word count: 1.3k

you lost track of dr. zayne’s success the moment his office became crowded with more awards than family photos, his house came to be emptier and his headache frowns became more frequent. as his lover and wife, your first instinct was to bring the issue up on your next pillow talk and make him take a break from work. as his colleague, your worried glances over a surgery table could only do so much. 

“did he go another night without sleep?”, the question lingered in the air as your eyes met for the first time this morning. the outside banter of a crowded akso hospital was left behind the double doors of his office as you made your way to his table, white coat swinging in the air as you walked towards him.

“liar”, your first attempt at communication was surprisingly effective considering the man's ruined attention span lately, “i waited for you last night. did our house become a tourist attraction to you, dr. zayne?”.

“good morning to you too, my lovely wife”, his response was calm as usual, the tone of his voice focused and serene.

“we agreed on a maximum two-night shifts per week”, you made a c-turn at his office table and crossed your arms when he finally looked at you under his specs. 

“i’m sorry, my love, i’ll make it up to you on the weekend, i promise”.

standing by his side, he leaned back on his office chair and spun until he was facing you. the tiredness under his green eyes is evident to you. even his hair was a little more unkempt than usual, the black strands pushed all the way back so his vision was cleared. absentmindedly, you trace his forehead with your hands trying to tame the few strands that had fallen over his eyes.

your husband was hot as fuck.

“what is it this time?”, you don’t waste more time reminiscing about his beauty even after a deadly night shift, as dr. greyson told you as soon as you got here this morning, and turned to his computer so you could examine the documents he was looking at before you interrupted him. 

the props of also being a brilliant doctor were that you could win your husband over logical arguments now and then, so you didn’t waste time and started scrolling through the pages with a precise eye and a dangerous closeness to a touch-deprived zayne beside you.

his hands started roaming over your hips as soon as you leaned over his table to study the special case he was eyeing, the grip on your waist proving to you that even the stoic dr. zayne also missed his wife's touch after a long day of work. or night - you should say?

“primary cardiac tumor?”, you mumble over his desk, attention divided between the computer screen and zayne’s caress on your skin.

“yes, on the posterior side of the left atrium, you can see it on the fifth slide”, his grip on your hips tightens as you reach for the computer mouse and lean a bit more over him, trying to locate the fifth slide he was talking about.

before that, said doctor demands your attention, “you smell good, princess”, his husky tone reaches your ears and you let out a smile as you feel his face getting closer to your covered arm, gaze still locked on the screen before you. 

“that’s what happens when you go home to take a shower, you know”, you couldn’t help but retort, ignoring his curious nose sniffing your shoulder away and his left hand shamelessly sizing your bum behind you. “evol surgery on an eighty-three-year-old patient?”, your frown didn’t go unnoticed by the surgeon and he finally detaches himself from you to explain more clearly - hand still on your ass, mind you.

“we talked to the family and that’s what they agreed upon”, he says - tone raspier than before, “i’m just revising the case for greyson, he said he wanted me to take a look first”.

of course he did, zayne is the epitome of reliability in and outside of work. you just wished he ate his meals on time and listened to you now and then.

“if this is the reason you left your wife alone in your house overnight, i’ll seriously murder that rat”, you went back to crossing your arms and standing beside his office chair, the visible pout on your lips moving the heartstrings on your husband’s chest.

zayne lets out a chuckle.

“you shouldn’t threaten your colleagues like this, princess, people may think i married an assassin”, his little smirk and firm grip on your waist were a deadly combination - you thought to yourself-, his timbre so light and sincere you couldn’t help but think that he must have been tired as hell.

“that brat spends more time with you than with me. are you two a thing now?” you ignore his advances and pretend to reject his touch. 

“an emergency popped up the second i started the car. yvonne went running to me before i got out”, his voice turned more serious and you took a step further, decreasing the distance between your bodies, “thirty-six, coronary artery bypass graft, had to perform resuscitation mid-surgery because his blood pressure dropped randomly”.

you nod, a pout still visible on your face. when you feel both his arms circulating around you and bringing you closer, you can already smell the fragrance of forgiveness in the air. 

“are you tired, baby?”, you couldn’t help but worry, glad that you were the only person on this planet that could detect zayne’s lies. he could be stubborn as a toddler sometimes.

your hands leave your sides and you tilt his chin up so you could see his eyes.

you take his glasses off and put them on the table. zayne’s eyes instantly closed from exhaustion. you run your fingers through his eyebrows and try to relax his facial muscles, kissing his forehead and smiling.

“i can do another one if they need me”, he says, tone whispering for only your ears to catch. you let out a little smile over his response, knowing he was telling the truth. 

“couch nap?”, you happily offer him the idea, looking over the big couch he had in his office next to the city view. you let out a squeak as soon as he stood up and took you with him, carrying you towards the couch like you weighed nothing.

“fucking finally”, was the only answer you got before zayne was dropping you on the couch and taking off both of your coats, leaving you free to cuddle in the not-so-big space. you also giggled when he went to his office door and saw him locking the room, smiling big as he returned to you.

the perks of being the chief cardiac surgeon at the hospital was that you got a big office where your pretty wife could come and distract both of your stressed forms between breaks. zayne was grateful you shared the same passion of saving lives as him.

“are you free tonight?”, zayne’s mouth was so close to your ear you couldn’t help but freeze when he leaned over you.

“do you have plans for me? are you inviting me out of pity, doctor?”.

“just asking my wife if she will be at home tonight, since i’m not the only one who tends to spend nights working at the hospital”. he pressed his body closer to your back.

“well, i should be done by 7, the question is if you are going to listen to me for once and take a day off?”, we interlace our fingers over my chest and i hear a chuckle behind me.

“as they say, happy wife, happy life, i’m not arguing on this anymore, princess”.

“yeah, you better”.

author's note: pls, i would love to hear what you think of this chapter! sorry for any misspelling. send me a request • my masterpost

[chrisisvbun]

mamma. bucky barnes x black!wilson!fem reader. (headcanons)

synopsis: after tragic events in your life, a beautiful supersoldier gets into your life and decides to make you the happiest woman in the world (by filling you up with his cum)

cw: pregnant black reader, Bucky calls reader mamma, Bucky being flirty, anal sex, partial cheating (not by bucky), fingering, mentions of p in v and oral f, cum kink, anal kink, crempie, breeding kink if you squeeze your eyes.

a ten nsfw chapter series masterlist.

After the events on twatws, Bucky was happy. He had solved a lot of shit, met new/old friends, and most important, he met you.

You were Sam's cousin, a beautiful woman with a small round belly, you had disappeared with the other half of the population, and when you came back, your husband had settled down with another woman, and another child.

That broke you apart, but you moved on quickly, trying to make your life again for your coming daughter, and helping Sam around was a great way to distract yourself.

That's when you laid eyes on him.

Sam was insisting that you couldn't be helping, but you insisted that you were only three months pregnant, you still could move some things around.

That's when a big, strong metal arm stopped you by the waist, and another arm holding the boxes you were carrying.

"I better get this before you get hurt, mamma."

You were red all over, your black, shiny cheeks crinkling in a smile as you looked at him.

"You kiddin'? Stop that." Sam said to him, before grabbing the boxes and leaving.

Bucky looked at you again with a flirty smirk. "I'm Bucky." You smiled back and presented yourself. "So, three months, huh? Who's the lucky man?"

You explained the situation to him, and everyone used to react the same way, saying sorry and that things would get better. He huffed a bit and smiled. "His loss, he is missing the pretty sight of you with that body." He flirts, you almost gasp in surprise.

"Lookin' good, mamma." He winks before he leaves you, speechless.

You are proud to say you married him right away.

With a two-year-old little girl throwing petals over the carpet, you married the love of your life.

Sam took care of your daughter with his sister while Bucky practically dragged you to a beach house in Brazil.

Of course you wanted the beach, the drinks, everything. But you got a little bit of that because you two were making love like rabbits.

The best honeymoon ever include all type of positions, kinks, toys, just sex, sex and more sex.

He discovered his favorite position too.

He was on his knees on the bed, ass sat on his ankles, his cock deep in your ass as his metal fingers were inside of you and the flesh hand was teasing your nipple.

He was pounding into your ass like a fucking beast, groaning and grunting in your ear as he fucked into you harshly, the tip of his cock opening and stretching your ass, but you were still as tight as always.

He loved your cunt, he loved fingering it, eating it, fucking it. But your ass? That was his, and only his.

His hand would move up to your neck and grab it tightly, just when he is about to cum.

When he fucks your ass, he comes so much, like literally a lot. At first he apologized, he had never taken your ass before and he was so embarrassed because you were literally dripping so much cum. You giggled and told him it was okay, that you actually liked it.

Oh boy, when you said that, that was it, he would come in your ass, filling you up day after day, almost like he had to.

He gets so petty in that position, he hugs your body as he moves his hips against you.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god—" he mutters in your shoulder as he keeps going until he moans shakingly, his body staying still inside of you, his cock softening as he pulls out, and with that, cum begins to drip from your abused hole.

You liked the feeling, you enjoyed it so much that you began to use those little plugs to keep the cum inside as much as you could, and when night came and you were already naked in bed, Bucky removed it tenderly.

"It's like opening a christmas present."

[repressionmd]

hi!! this looked so fun and was honestly such a confidence boost i hadnt realised that 1. i'd written so much and 2. a thousand kudos and three hundred bookmarks is SO many. wow. thank you to everyone you've made my last couple of months so amazing <3

(specifically last couple of months because i only started writing in. mid september 😭)

here's a little overview of my fics in chronological order :)

let's not linger around another day: canon divergence from s3e22 when wilson is on speed and in house's apartment: what if they kissed?

this fic is so special to me for being inspired by a chance interaction with someone who has become such a close friend (shoutout @defibrillism for restarting my writing career), for being the first thing i wrote for house and for the honest to god overwhelming reaction i got for it. like. i was expecting nothing and got.. this.

like. what in the world. life changing. stunning. im still in awe.

2. i'll wait for your love: wilson gets sick and has a raging migraine, and house comes to help. (also wilson accidentally confesses his love and house reciprocates not realising wilson is semi-lucid and also they share a bed eventually. because why not <3)

somehow i posted this literally the day after the first one. how did that happen. HOW. the power those old men had over me... (well. my headmate. but still)

3. this thing is supposed to be give-and-take: house accidentally goes too far and hurts himself and calls wilson. in which i ruminate on wilson's depression and his relationship with house, and how house is cruel (whether purposefully or not) through actions but wilson uses words.

this fic has my favourite lines i think, out of all of them

He focused on bandaging House's arm, making a mental note to refill his car's first aid kit. It was basically House's first aid kit. He never used it for anyone else. Either way. Needed restocking. Because this could happen again. It probably would. Because you just proved, again, that you'll get up whenever, go wherever, and come to fix him. Because he refuses to get actual help, so you're left to pick up the pieces.

also i just loved writing the dialogue for this. they're really raw and honest with each other and for once, house is on the back foot. i think its absolutely fascinating that house knows everything about everyone except wilson. wilson can keep shit from house like no one else.

and it took top spot in my heart over the kutner lives fic purely because it genuinely came to me out of nowhere and i had such fun writing an evil ending >:)

4. the sun-filled god of love: wilson, in a softer universe, shares a piece of his recovery with house.

another one i was overwhelmed by the response for! i was genuinely debating even sharing this one with friends because it was so close to my heart but you guys are all so kind <3

5. why don't we talk about it?: kutner lives! in the same universe as 'the sun-filled god of love', in which he doesn't quite work out the timings properly and his suicide attempt is paused by a convenient phone call from his disgruntled boss.

this fic makes me feel a bit sick with envy asjgk. it's a GOOD ending for my favourite guy ... i was so nervous to write something in kutner's voice but i really leaned into uh... suicidality. don't read into that. this year was. tough for me. and it was so healing to write this, and i'm so glad its helped other people <3

bonus fun fact the title is from this poem, and refers specifically to the elation from feeling like you do not want to die anymore. - "why don't we talk about it? how good it feels."

6. i think my heart is ready to die: in which i fill in the blank of the drunken fight house 'doesn't remember' in s6e20 "baggage"

one of my first fic ideas, prompted when i was actually watching the scene for the first time! its one of my favourites purely because i really enjoy putting house through the fucking wringer. and his psyche is fascinating to me.

7. thinking of you: my secret santa gift for @hydraulicfluidinmyteapot! a softer little thing about gift giving and gay chicken to round off the year :) featuring more accidental on purpose bed sharing !!

tagging whoever wants to do this :)!!

my ao3 wrapped! tagged by @greghousebignaturals, template by @spicedrobot

2024 was my first year of getting back into writing fanfic since literally 5 years ago - and I only got back into it in the second half of the year (and I'll still be posting more stuff before 2024 is over lbr)

very briefly, these are the House fics I wrote this year, in chronological order:

Kill the Mood: Hilson try doing doctor roleplay during sex (and fail)

Bonk: Wilson gets a concussion :)

Don't Touch Me: Wilson hates physical contact and has a bad time

inappropriate use of hospital technology: House sends Wilson a dickpic and trans!Wilson jerks off about it

acting like a tough guy: House avoids Wilson on Valentine's Day (Wilson is very endeared by this)

sleep(less): Wilson is sleep deprived to the point of hallucinating a week after he started dating House

Slow Blink: Wilson is turned into a kitten. House is confused by cat body language

ow: trans!Wilson has period cramps

oh, and one more thing: Wilson gets hurt, House mother hens him, Wilson is a little shit

Want/Deserve/Receive: Wilson starts dating House and freaks out because he doesn't feel like he's allowed to be happy

the truth I chose to bend myself around: House accidentally takes truth serum. Nobody believes him (wip)

Tie Me Up, Pull My Leash: Wilson bets House to wear a tie and then tugs on it like a leash and they make out about it

I'm tagging @itooaminthisepisode and @oldmanffucker and @coffins-and-marbles and @defibrillism (if you wanna)

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[raeathnos]

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[syrenki]

Does pretending to be fine on the outside bring you at least some sort of satisfaction? That they won’t see how bad it gets

yesss and it's so selfish and embarrassing, i keep hoping someday they'll all see right through the bullshit and then they'll say "oh my, it was so very bad all along and you never said anything? you withstood it all and never brought any attention to yourself? that's so selfless, i could never, i would have broken earlier, you are so strong. we will help you now, you deserve it now because you never asked for anything!!!" but it never happens and it never will happen and the worse it gets for me the more i put on the cheerful and selfless and carefree demeanor, i get so desperate to keep it all up because if i ever drop the act and start Acting Depressed, start wearing my arms out or stop smiling at everybody all the time, i would be acting selfish, i would be attention-seeking, i would be undeserving of any help at all since i'm simply craving attention. you see what i mean? it's all twisted but i swear there is a logic there - the more desperately i need something to change, the kinder i will act, the milder, gentler, more selfless, quieter, i have to handle it with humility because not complaining and just taking it quietly is what would make me deserving of some care, and sometimes i need it so badly that i'd do anything to deserve it. i keep thinking if i deserved it i would have already received it, only that's not how people function, people go to psychologists or tell their friends 'i'm depreseed' and that's how they get help, not through martyrdom and humility. but i do it the quiet way and the worse things get the quieter and more mellow i become and it will probably go on this way until i kill myself and then people will say "holy shit, she was always so cute and kind and pastel, nobody could have expected this, who could have had any idea?"

[hvrtbroken]

WHEN THEIR EYES CONNECT , defne swears she can feel a cosmic shift between them . she swears their eyes hold for a second longer and he's looking at her differently . but maybe it's wishful thinking . maybe it's the adrenaline . maybe it's because he's literally bleeding from the head . defne gives her head one swift shake to push herself out of the thought process that has successfully led her nowhere for a few months now . however , she holds his gaze for long enough that when he exhales and winces , her hand goes to his chest , protectively . " thomas . " defne breathes his name out like it was made for her mouth . it's not a warning , it's not anything except a simple : i see you and you're not okay . you don't have to pretend with me . " yes , of course. " she reaches down easily and snatches up the medicine satchel quickly , zipping it up and hoisting it over her shoulder . she tries not to look too worried . she tries not to look at thomas again . she tries to remind herself it's ok , he's ok . HE'S ALIVE . she just needs to keep him that way .

as thomas gently crouches down beside the other bleeding man , defne exhales , eyes flicking to and from the other guy who lets out a wry chuckle as his eyes squint as thomas . ' got me good , doc . . . yet you're still out here showing us up , looking like a model even with blood all over your face . . . man . ' defne allows her lips to quirk up that , in silent agreement , but also relieved because if this man can joke right now then he's going to be ok , as well . she feels a relief sink inside of her , settle right into her bones . it isn't as loud outside , inside , or in her head anymore . she tries not to correlate this all to thomas now standing beside her . instead , defne crouches too , but stays back to now overcrowd thomas and the bleeding man . she silently hands over the items , her hands still with a tremor to them , but not nearly as bad as they were a few moments again . defne notices , though, the tightening in thomas' voice . the way his words fade towards the end of the sentence , as he gently speaks and soothes the guy , or instructs defne for something new from the kit . she tries to pretend she isn't worried , tries to focus on the task at hand , but everyone else is ok . everyone is taken care of . EVERYONE EXCEPT THOMAS . defne grabs up the bloody bandages and cleaning products and shoves them hastily back in her bag , immediately straightening up at the same time that thomas does , her hands going out to help stable him , JUST IN CASE . " come on , you model . " she teases softly , her hands go to his waist , which is ridiculous because he towers over her - but she wants him to lean against her if it helps right now , and gently navigates them to the quieter space of the library , where a few chairs are scattered and a table sits , between rows and rows of abandoned books . carefully , she lowers him down there , her breath slowing as she does , anticipating another wince or a hitch of breath that reveals hidden pain .

defne swallows thickly as she draws back to look at him . before she can stop herself, her hands gently go to his cheek , cupping it , her eyes searching his . " it's not that bad . " she's moreso telling herself than him . another shoot of panic rushes through her . SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO . defne chews on her bottom lip , eyes moving to his head , and the wound matted with blood into his hair , dripping down his face . " tell me where it hurts . " she tries to think , to collect herself , but already hesitates . " i - i should treat your head first , right ? head wounds can be the worst . and then . . then i'll . . . move to the rest of you . " a flush colours her cheeks because she never thought the first time she'd see thomas shirtless would be because he needs serious medical help and she'd be left floundering . BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS . defne swallows again , closing her eyes for a second , trying to remember how thomas would treat this . if thomas was here . . but he IS here . he's the one in front of her , when she always thought he'd be the one BESIDE her instead. her hands move away from his cheeks to the medic kit , which she unzips too quickly . a few items knock down and fall out , causing her to curse and bend over , almost knocking right into where thomas sits . SLOW DOWN , DEFNE , she tries to command herself - but the fear is coming back thrice as worse . " fuck - i - hey ! " she raises her voice . " eyes open . yeah ? on me . keep - keep them on me . " defne is pretty sure that's the important part here . " come on , doc . this is like , a teaching moment , right ? so you need to stay awake , so you can teach me . " she swipes up the items she knocked down , before moving closer to thomas again . it's an awkward angle , with him on the chair , yet still at eye level with her . defne doesn't even hesitate before going on her knees , kneeling in front of him , so she can see him better . " you're too fucking tall . " she breathes out , with a small , terrified laugh . " disinfectant ? or - or should i check your pulse ? your vitals ? your eyes ? " TELL ME WHAT TO DO , TELL ME HOW TO HELP YOU . TELL ME . TELL ME . TELL ME .

at this very moment his mind seems to be divided; two very distinct wants have his focus divided. the first one is expected of him, a doctor: his duty demands that he MAKES SURE every single person is alright, to do first aid and then urge them to go to the clinic where he can be more thorough; the possibility of missing something is nagging at him. he'd be inclined to accept this if the other option wasn't so alluring. the mere presence of it, so BLATANT in his psyche makes him feel defeated and selfish. that is all to say that his second want is more... complicated: for the whole world to disappear, no more duty, no more pain, just him and defne looking beautiful like she was with no worries at all. the reminder of his own mortality has brought to light something he's been trying for months to deny; he wants defne in a way no man of his age or standing should. he lets out a sigh and IMMEDIATELY REGRETS IT when a sharp pain shoots up his chest almost leaving him breathless. he winces ever so slightly but decides to ignore it. all his thoughts are pushed aside when he once again realizes where he is, and what he SHOULD be doing. stop getting lost in thought and help. " let's go check them out together then, yeah? " he glances at her and catches the look in her eyes, the emotion in them disarms him for a moment and he finds himself BREATHLESS in an entirely different way. " can you... carry that? i don't think i can bend down to pick it up... " he doesn't want to worry her even more, doesn't want to look so weak in front of her, but truthfully the pain around his ribs is becoming unbearable rather quickly. it's gonna take a while to heal too and he's definitely NOT looking for ward to it. " fine, alright. last guy and then i sit down, promise. " it's not like he wants to, but he does realize that he NEEDS to. the adrenaline is starting to disappear and it leaves behind all the aches that it was carefully masking. he tries to focus on not breathing too deeply, or moving too much; it proves to be DIFFICULT since he still has to walk around but he manages. thomas makes her way towards the other guy and he recognizes as someone that was out there next to him just a few moments prior. unlike him he hadn't gotten so lucky. lucas, he faintly recalls. " oh, they got you good, didn't they? " he says in an amiable tone as he slowly kneels down, letting out a soft groan, and starts to examine the guy's face. badly bruised and an eye that was already swelling shut. several cuts all over his body and a concerning gunshot wound on his thigh. " i think you got lucky, pal. seems to have missed anything important. " the discomfort he's starting to feel makes him work faster than he already did, in record time he has cleaned the deep wounds, bandaged up whatever needed to be covered and told him he needed to be at the clinic early in the morning. when he stands up, the pain shoots up again and he has to bite down a curse. " alright... " he finally relents in a soft voice, " where do you want me to sit, hm? "

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

AND AS IT TURNED OUT, THE THINGS THAT WERE ALONGSIDE ME FROM THE START, REMAINED THERE FOR ME ALONG THE WAY. [inspired by my stuffed rabbit, violet. also inspired by the sunrise of a new day. and inspired by this crazy cool album art]

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[iwanttodance]

Ok so, 2024.

2024 was a wild year. So much happened. I forgot to even take a pic with a drink before midnight tonight. (Well I’ve been up since 5 am traveling and then got home to shower and change and be convinced to still go out, so I think I can be excused for only having a photo I took in a bar bathroom with an empty glass at dyke night at what is faster becoming my favorite bar.

So I didn’t get around to writing this earlier in the day, so here I am doing my annual wrap up from the metro ride home from the bar at 1:15.

2024 started out with my making my birthday resolution list on Jan 11th. (11 days til I’m 32!) so I wanted to quit my job, but was waiting til after the top surgery consult I had finally gotten scheduled. Among some other things I also wanted to try and hike once a month.

Well, I was let go from my job on Jan 16, but was able to pick up freelance work in my field before January was even over that stayed consistant, so I was able to save all the severence I got to help pay for the top surgery that I then got in June!

And I’ve gone hiking not every month but most months I’ve been able to get out to hike at least once!

So overall even tho the world is going to shit and full of terrible bad I had pretty good year compared to my last few(several?)

But today was certainly an end to 2024.

I woke up at 5 am in nor cal to catch the Amtrak. train down to Bakersfield and then the Amtrak connector bus the rest of the way to LA. But the train kept getting delayed so E got to Bakersfield and hour late, and then barely got into the bus ride when the bus broke down on the grapevine and we had to wait an hour for the next 2 busses to come pick us up. So I final got back over 2 hours late I figured I’d just stay into tonight. Then my roommate was like but it’s New Year’s Eve!! And there was a NYE dyke night event I was interested in so I said fuck it and got ready and went. And I ended up having a pretty good time for the most part. I made some friends right away and our little groupe of singles slowly grew and I got some numbers and was really vibing with a few of them, and was really vibing with this one girl for most of the night and it’s felt really good and then we made out at midnight and then she said ´that was fun, I’m gonna go find that girl we were hanging with earlier’ then thing got a bit awkward because the bar isn’t really that big and I ran into her 2 more time before I finally dipped out.´ and headed to the metro for home.

Anyways I’m feeling a bit frustrated at the moment but Happy New Year and here’s to 2025 I hope it can be less shit than I’m expecting it to be!

Time to finally get around to planning what to do for my birthday now that it’s only 10 days away !

starting out the new year with a bottle of ginger beer. 

Happy new year everybody. 

heres to 2013 and to not being alone in my room next new years eve. 

also, I’m going to be 20 in 11 days. what. 

[pipperoo]

how the fuck is it already november 25th?!!?!!?

(time is so fucked up)

anyway, happy one year anniversary to my fic “if only there was more time” and posting on ao3 for the first time!

sincerely can’t believe that i’ve been writing for a year, how did that happen???