#couldn't even register i was working on the kitchen until it was done and i looked at it and was like ''oh. that's there now''

[hershelwidget]

FOLKS. I BEAR THE THING

IT TOOK A FULL WEEK TO MAKE THIS GODFORSAKEN SHIP IN PONYTOWN BYE

[myth1cs]

Closing shift (Chou Tzuyu x M!Reader)

Twice Smut ... I'm sorry Word Count: 2283

Working the closing shift at a cafe was always relaxing for me.

It was always mostly empty and I was able to relax with the soft piano music playing in the cafe. Along with the fact that it was now snowing and I enjoyed seeing the snow fall making the outside look pretty. But today was even better as I got to work with Tzuyu.

I was behind the register counting the money and I couldn't help but stare at Tzuyu while she was cleaning the tables. The way her jeans hugged her legs so tightly was so addicting.

I must have been staring for too long because out of no where Tzuyu spoke up. "Can I help you Y/N?" Tzuyu said while looking at me in the eyes.

"O-oh no I was just lost in thought" I didn't know if Tzuyu would believe me.

"Well okay Y/N but just focus on finishing your work so we can close the cafe." Tzuyu said before she got back to work.

I tried to go back to doing my task but I couldn't stop thinking about Tzuyu. The way her hips swayed when she walked and her butt that looked like it would feel so tight around my cock. Everything about Tzuyu was just so addicting.

"Y/N when are you going to stop acting?" I looked up and saw Tzuyu was staring at me.

"What do you mean Tzuyu?"

"Oh don't act dumb Y/N I see you and how you stare at me. You want to have sex with me don't you?"

Tzuyu walked up to me crossing her arms and looked me dead in the eyes.

"No I would never-"

Tzuyu suddenly pulled me close to her and whispered into my ear. "It's okay cause I want to do it with you to."

I pulled Tzuyu into a kiss and started to put my hands on her body. Tzuyu kissed back roughly and we made out.

Suddenly Tzuyu dropped to her knees and started to pull my pants down. "Y/N are you ready?" I nodded to signal to Tzuyu she could start sucking.

She was really good my legs started shaking. I didn't know Tzuyu was so-

"Y/N WAKE UP"

I got up and saw Tzuyu looking at me slightly annoyed.

"Wh-what happened?"

"You fell asleep on the counter is what happened. I've been shaking you to wake up but you never did so I started screaming."

I felt embarrassed. I can't believe I dreamed having sex with Tzuyu.

"I'm sorry Tzuyu I'm just really tired right now." I apologized profusely to Tzuyu and she let out a sigh.

"Look Y/N I understand but I want to go home and I can't go until we both finish our tasks."

"It won't happen again I promise."

"Just hurry up and don't fall asleep this time." Tzuyu said as she went back to cleaning the tables. I pulled myself together before I went back to doing my tasks.

The next day came around and once again I had the closing shift with Tzuyu. This time I was doing the dishes while Tzuyu mopped the floor. Suddenly the power went out and the backup generator kicked in bringing back some light to the cafe.

Suddenly I got a weather alert on my phone and it said that there was a blizzard and to stay off the roads.

Suddenly Tzuyu came into the kitchen. "Did you get the weather alert to Y/N?" I nodded and Tzuyu sighed "Well we can't go home in this weather so I guess we're stuck here."

"Well blizzard or no blizzard we still have to get our tasks done."

"Ugh don't remind me!" Tzuyu said looking upset "But you're right let's just finish and we can figure out what to do from there." Tzuyu groaned as she went back to mop the floor.

After thirty minutes we both finished our tasks and we both went in the break room and were on our phones to pass the time until suddenly the lights went out and it started getting cold.

"Why is it getting so cold in here?" Tzuyu said while shivering.

"The backup generator probably failed."

"Well fuck Y/N what are we gonna do now? Freeze our asses off until the weather calms down?"

"Didn't you bring a jacket with you?"

"I did but I left it in my car." Tzuyu said probably regretting she didn't just bring it in and leave it in the break room.

"Y/N let's cuddle."

When I heard that I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming again.

"You want to cuddle?"

"Yeah so we can share body heat, I don't want to freeze in here."

I moved closer to Tzuyu and wrapped my arms around her while she did the same."

To say I felt slightly weird would be an understatement. I was having a hard time trying to calm myself so my cock wouldn't start rising. Being able to feel Tzuyu's breath on me wasn't helping.

I tried to push my dirty thoughts away but I felt my cock was rising.

"Tzuyu I need to go use the restroom do you mind?"

"Don't take too long Y/N." Tzuyu said as she unwrapped her arms around me.

I quickly got up and made my way to the bathroom that was in the break room. I quickly took my pants off and started to pump my cock so I could relieve myself. I tried keeping my moans low so Tzuyu wouldn't hear but I suddenly heard other moans that weren't mine.

I slightly opened the bathroom door and saw Tzuyu with her jeans off fingering herself. "Ah~ Y/N why would you dream about fucking me instead of just asking me to fuck you."

Without putting my pants back on I walked closer to Tzuyu to confirm I wasn't hearing things.

"Fuck Y/N why can't you just ask me out already?"

As I was walking closer to Tzuyu the floor suddenly creaked which made Tzuyu suddenly look in my direction.

"Y/N? I thought you were using the bathroom ... no wait why are your pants off?"

"Tzuyu why were you fingering yourself?" Tzuyu suddenly blushed and looked away.

"Why are you even asking I'm sure you heard what I was just saying."

I sat down next to Tzuyu feeling the cold couch.

"How did you know I was dreaming about having sex with you yesterday?"

"I heard you moaning my name while you were dreaming yesterday. You were also breathing heavily while we were cuddling so I just assumed." Tzuyu said with a smile looking at me once again.

"Well Tzuyu you said you were cold and that I should ask to fuck you so how about we take care of both those problems?"

Tzuyu took off her apron and her shirt and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed Tzuyu roughly and we held each other close.

Tzuyu started to take off my shirt and apron and threw it across the room. We were both extremely cold but we didn't care.

As our kiss turned more intimate I put a finger inside Tzuyu's pussy which elicited a moan from her. Tzuyu's pussy gripped my finger extremely tight. "Tzuyu is this your first time?"

Tzuyu nodded "Yes Y/N this is my first time. Am I also your first?" I shoved another finger inside of Tzuyu before responding "This is the first time for me also."

My other hand went up and grabbed Tzuyu's breasts. They were bigger than I thought. I squeezed her soft breasts and put another finger inside of Tzuyu.

"Ah ~ Fuck yes Y/N finger my pussy it's yours now."

The amount of heat we were in made us forget all about how cold it was. I continued thrusting my fingers into Tzuyu until she squirted all over my fingers. "Do you want to know how you taste like Tzuyu?" Tzuyu nodded and I let her suck my fingers clean.

While Tzuyu was laying down on the couch trying to calm herself down after reaching her high I walked over to the mini fridge in the break room and pulled out a block of ice. I walked back over to Tzuyu and shoved the ice block inside of Tzuyu's pussy.

"AH FUCK Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Tzuyu yelped from the extreme cold of the ice cube.

Before she could keep complaining I shoved my cock into Tzuyu's mouth and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. Tzuyu started running her tongue along my cock.

While I was using Tzuyu's mouth for my pleasure I used this opportunity to explore Tzuyu's body with my hands.

After some time I pulled out and Tzuyu started gasping for air. I pulled the ice cube out from Tzuyu's pussy to help her relax.

I turned Tzuyu over so her face was facing down on the couch. My cock was covered in Tzuyu's saliva so I wasn't worried about finding it hard to shove my cock inside Tzuyu's ass.

"Y/N please let me relax a bit first."

I didn't want to stop yet but I also didn't want Tzuyu to have a bad first time having sex.

I massaged Tzuyu's back while I grabbed the ice cube that was in Tzuyu's pussy and put it in my mouth.

Tzuyu's juices tasted delicious honestly I would want to taste her everyday if I could.

I continued to massage Tzuyu's back to help her relax. Eventually she spoke up "Okay Y/N I'm good now."

"Are you sure we can stop if you want."

"No Y/N trust me I'm fine."

With Tzuyu's permission I put my cock in Tzuyu's tight ass and started to thrust in her at a fast pace.

"YES Y/N FUCK MY ASS" Tzuyu screamed

I spanked her ass leaving a red mark on her ass cheek.

I started to pick up the place and started to squeeze Tzuyu's ass. Tzuyu couldn't stop moaning and she wasn't able to form any words.

I felt myself reaching my high and I thrusted as fast as I could inside Tzuyu. Eventually I came inside Tzuyu's ass. So much cum came out of me some started to leak out of Tzuyu's ass.

"Y/N that was great your cum made me so warm." Tzuyu looked at my cock and realized it was still hard. "Want to do one more round?"

I nodded and asked her if I could cum in her pussy.

Tzuyu smiled "You can go ahead, you can cum in my pussy if you want. Don't worry I'm on birth control so don't worry about me getting pregnant."

With Tzuyu's permission I went ahead and turned Tzuyu over so I could look at her face and then I put my cock inside of Tzuyu's pussy.

"Ah fuck Y/N stop for a minute and let me adjust to your cock."

I stopped and looked at Tzuyu worriedly. "I can pull out if you're in too much pain."

"No Y/N don't pull out just give me a minute."

"Okay Tzuyu but if it ever becomes too much for you just tell me. I don't want you to have a bad first time."

"Thank you for worrying about me Y/N."

After a few minutes Tzuyu told me to continue and I continued to put my cock deep inside Tzuyu.

I started off slow and Tzuyu whined for a while but eventually she adjusted and started to beg for me to go faster.

"Y/N ... faster please."

I quickened up my pace and we were both moaning as loud as we could not caring about anything else in the world other than each other.

"Y/N I'm going to cum."

"Tzuyu hold it for me. I want us to cum together."

"Please hurry Y/N I can't hold it for much longer."

I thrusted as fast as I could to help myself cum faster as I knew it was only a matter of moments before Tzuyu came.

"Y/N I'M CUMMING!"

We both came at the exact same time. Tzuyu's pussy was leaking a mix of both of our cum.

I pulled out and laid on top of Tzuyu and we started to kiss each other again. Our hands were on each others bodies again. Feeling Tzuyu's perfect body was something I could never get enough of.

Eventually we fell asleep on each other, exhausted.

The next morning came and we were both woken up by our manager yelling.

"Y/N AND TZUYU WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!"

"Mrs. Minatozaki we have a good excuse!"

"REALLY Y/N? THEN EXPLAIN WHY YOU GUYS ARE NAKED AND WHY THE WHOLE ROOM SMELLS LIKE SEX! TELL MY WHY I SHOULDN'T FIRE BOTH OF YOU RIGHT NOW!"

Mrs. Minatozaki was right we didn't have a good excuse.

"Mrs. Minatozaki we'll clean this whole place up and leave." I said and looked at Tzuyu who nodded.

"Wait you guys don't have to leave I'm not firing you guys over this."

"Thank you Mrs. Minatozaki you have no idea how much-"

"Under one condition."

Mrs. Minatozaki walked closer to us looking at our naked bodies on top of each other.

"Let me join you guys next time."

Before I could even process what Mrs. Minatozaki said Tzuyu went ahead and agreed to her terms "You can join us next time."

"Great, oh and call me Sana from now on. Now get yourselves cleaned up and get dressed. Your both working extra hours today."

We both groaned knowing it was going to be a long day.

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I've been busy recently so expect the next week or so to be slow. But I'll still try to write stuff.

[earlgreydream]

HEYYY (i’ve never done this before PFFT)

so i was wondering if you could write a loki x reader one shot where they’re both avengers and both friends (but they both have a thing for each other yk) and one night reader goes to a concert (doesn’t matter who) maybe they go with some other fellow avengers or people around the tower (loki doesn’t go) anyways the next day loki asks the reader how it was and everything (cause i imagine he doesn’t know a lot about the concept of concerts very much) and then he hears the readers very raspy and dead voice (from screaming at the concert) and he gets like flustered from it and fjsjdjslskfjf basically he thinks it’s hot

don’t feel like u have to do this at all 🫶🫶

this request is so cute!! i'll do it for you !!!

a domestic avengers drabble

it's short and sweet, because i'm writing this at work (shh)

"I'm so excited, I can't wait! Help my pick out what to wear!" you begged Loki, dragging him by the hand into your room.

He followed you, pretending to be exasperated by your request, but even the great Loki couldn't hide the smile you brought to his gorgeous face.

"Who are you seeing, again?" he questioned, laying out on top of your bed, holding one of the squishmallows from your collection.

Loki watched you dig clothes out of your closet, holding up hangers for him.

"Dominic Fike!" you announced, holding a sundress up to your body.

"I think the jeans," he advised, grinning at you.

"You're right, of course," you agreed, throwing them at him, earning another laugh.

He never laughed with anyone else the way he did with you.

"Are you sure you don't want to come? Pretty much everyone is going," you invited him again as you selected a shirt from your collection.

"I can't, but I'll see you in the morning," he promised, his face turning a light shade of pink as you kicked off your volley shorts, pulling on the jeans you’d picked out.

You didn’t think before doing it — so comfortable around Loki, that it didn’t even register until you noticed him staring down at the squishmallow, forcing himself not to look at your exposed legs.

“Fine, but you’re missing out,” you tried to soothe the beat of embarrassment.

“I’m looking forward to hearing all about it in the morning,” he said sweetly.

.

You woke up with a raw and scratchy throat, as well as a dull throbbing headache. The concert was amazing — you and Yelena had screamed your lungs out, but now you were paying the price.

When you finally managed to drag yourself out of bed, you wandered down to the tower kitchen, in search of a cup of tea.

“Morning. How was it?” Loki asked.

“Good, great, it was so much fun,” you rasped, your voice sounding gravely from your worn-out throat.

Loki swallowed hard, his body having a physical reaction to your voice. He didn’t know what possessed him — his pants tightened at the sound of your gravely voice. Your hair was messy and there were dark circles under your eyes - and it made Loki feral.

“Would you get me a tea? It’s faster with your magic,” you asked, yawning as you took a seat at the breakfast bar.

“Loki?”

You raised an eyebrow when he didn’t answer, realizing he was staring at you.

“Sorry, yes,” he mumbled, clearly flustered, suddenly avoiding your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You walked around the counter to where he stood.

“I, fuck, I can’t help it, it’s how fucking hot you are right now—” he apologized quickly as you noticed his hard on.

“Loki,” you grabbed his forearm before he could disappear.

“I’m sorry—”

Before he could finish the apology, you kissed him, interrupting the god mid-sentence. His hands went to your hips, finding their place as you shattered the last illusion of friendship between you.

“I could help with that,” you offered when you broke for air, your other hand going down to his waistband.

“Who am I to turn you down?” Loki smiled against your lips.

“Not here, though, where we’ll be caught.”

"Why? You don't want your superhuman friends to see me bring the god to his knees?" you teased, nipping the shell of his ear, squealing as he picked you up.

"Careful, or you'll get what you ask for," he threatened, closing his bedroom door behind the two of you.

He dropped you down on his mattress, pulling his lower lip between his teeth when he realized that you were only wearing panties beneath your oversized sweatshirt.

"Christ," Loki swore, kissing up the inside of your thigh, his thumb rubbing you through the thin fabric that was quickly darkening with your excitement.

"Loki, I need you inside me, now," you practically whimpered, dragging him up to kiss you again, needy and rough as you pulled on his hair.

[surrogate-fawn]

The First Goodbye

((Drabble based on the backstory of a RP done with @mittysins of Fawn's very first experience with birth.))

TW: Teen pregnancy (18+, but still), Forced adoption, Mentions of past abuse.

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I found out I was in labor when I took my lunch break.

When the manager excused me, I would usually head to the back of the UDF to grab a Lunchable to snack on; but with the baby sitting so hard on my bladder, the first thing I did upon clocking out was haul-ass to the bathroom. As I was cleaning up, I noticed something unusual: a large yellow clot, with tiny streaks of blood. It sat there on the paper, lookin' like an egg yolk and grossing me the hell out.

I remembered something the doctor said to me, but it was faint. Something about a mucus plug? I think that's what it was called. I just remembered something about mucus coming out, and how it meant labor was starting.

That was when I started to worry. I'd been having cramps that day, but I was having cramps pretty much all the time now. The baby was tugging hard at my lower back, his feet were in my ribs, and pretty much everything hurt 24/7. But, if the mucus plug had come out...that meant I was in labor, right? And if I was in labor, I had to be worried. That was something to worry about!

I decided not to say anything about it to the manager, though. If I asked to leave early again, I'd get written up. I'd already asked to leave early twice in the six months I'd had this job, both times because the morning sickness was kicking my ass.

I couldn't afford to get fired. I fuckin' needed that job.

I ate my lunch and went back to work, but I started keeping a closer eye on the cramps I was having. I knew I should've been timing them, but the last three hours of my shift had to handle the after-school rush of kids wanting ice cream. So, I couldn't really keep track.

I grinned at the elementary school kids and their parents as they came in. Some of the kids were little shits, but the majority of them were sweethearts -- especially the kids that came in often. They were always so excited to see the colorful ice cream flavors lined up behind the glass, and some even jumped for joy when I handed them their cones. I felt the baby kick me while I worked, and I absently rubbed the place on my belly where his little heel was causing a bruise.

"Is this your first?" the woman on the other side of the counter asked me, as I poured sprinkles over her daughter's strawberry swirl.

"Oh....yeah, he is," I said with the most winning smile I could muster.

"How sweet!" the mother beamed as we moved to the register. "When are you due, sweetie?"

Shit, when was I due? Was this too early? I couldn't remember the date the doctor gave me all those months ago. I hadn't had insurance for months.

"Soon," I said with a grin. "Real soon."

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I had my first real contraction while on my walk home. I was stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, when a deep ache started in my back. I grunted and stretched, but the tightness didn't ease until I made it across the street.

The second one happened a half-hour later when I was climbing the stairs to my room at the women's shelter. I paused and rubbed the side of my belly, the discomfort catching me off-guard. It felt like a period cramp, but really, really strong. The kind of period cramp that would give you a day off from homeschool, so your mom could wrap you in a blanket that had been washed in lavender water and make you herbal tea.

I made a pit-stop in the community kitchen to steep some of the leftover tea in the drawer. It wasn't the same kind Mom made, but it was close enough.

I spent the rest of the day alone in my room, packing some last-minute items into my duffel bag. I'd accepted by then that I was in labor, and I started working on timing my contractions. I would pace between my bed and the wall when the pain would start in my back, stepping in time with my internal counting: "One...two...three...four...five..." until the contraction ended.

I remembered reading about the five-one-one rule in a pregnancy book I borrowed from the library, so I knew it was probably going to be a while before I reached that point. I was only counting to twenty on each contraction, and the goal was sixty. At least I had time.

I used the landline to call UDF and tell the manager on duty that I'd gone into labor and wasn't going to be available to work for the next week. He did not sound happy about it, but it wasn't like he didn't know I was pregnant. Baby's gotta come out sometime.

So, good. At least I didn't need to worry about work. A jolt of anxiety shot through me when I realized I'd just lost a week's worth of pay. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, moving my hands to hold up my belly. That wasn't important right now. I could deal with that later.

For now, I just had to focus on myself and the baby.

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When the sun set, I decided to try and get some sleep. I would need my energy later.

What sleep I did get wasn't good. I kept waking up with the feeling I was falling, only to realize I was still in bed. I would lie there awake until a contraction inevitably started, and I would hold my belly and try to steady my breath. They were getting pretty bad by then, every muscle in my torso squeezing inward -- even my shoulder blades were being pulled down my back. I would lie there on my side, huff a few breaths until the pain faded, and then try to fall back asleep.

Rinse and repeat. For hours, and hours, and hours.

Once, only once, I was able to fall asleep enough to dream; but even that didn't help. A contraction in my sleep turned my dream into memories. The pain started in my lower back, and Alexander was subtly crushing my hip in his hand when I said something wrong in front of our friends. The cramping spread to my belly, and Alexander was slamming his fist into my gut while his other hand pinned me by the neck to the mattress. I heard the ghost of his voice in my head, even after I woke up with a pained gasp:

"If 'ya won't get rid of it, I will! I ain't raisin' a kid!"

I laid awake for another two hours, blaming myself for everything. I should've left Alex years ago, before he ever had the chance to get me pregnant. Hell, I never should've dated him in the first place; but I still remembered why I did.

Alex was my first taste of freedom. I was homeschooled until the ninth grade, on a commune where the philosophy was "love is free". My parents were honest with us kids that they didn't just sleep with one another, and that some of my younger siblings were likely not my dad's. It was the same story with most other families on the commune, and that was the only lifestyle I'd ever known.

When I entered the general public for the first time, Alex was the first to tell me I was the only one his love was for. One love, for one lifetime and beyond. That was a concept I'd never thought was possible. I'd been taught that a human is too sexual of a creature to stay with one partner forever; but there Alexander was, telling me I was his one and only. Forever. He told me he wanted to be my one and only. Forever.

So, I stayed.

Even when the playful insults stopped being playful, I stayed.

Even when his occasional annoyance turned into constant anger at me, I stayed.

Even when the pinches and nudges turned into punches and shoves, I stayed.

Even when the apologies stopped meaning anything, I stayed.

I only left when I had someone I needed to protect.

My life changed a week after high school graduation, when I saw those two pink lines on the bathroom counter. There was a last glimmer of hope when I showed them to Alex, but he snuffed it out immediately.

I packed my bags with what I could carry, promised Alex that I was going over state lines to get an abortion, and took the first bus that was going in the opposite direction.

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And now here I was, having my last moments alone with the baby. I cradled my bump as it sat in my lap, slowly tracing the outline of the baby I could feel with my hands.

"I'm really gonna miss you," I said to my belly, feeling his legs wiggle around at my touch. "I don't feel so lonely when I get to talk to you."

It was seven in the morning, and the contractions were really starting to pick up after about seventeen hours of labor. I sat on the edge of my bed, dressed in leggings and a maternity t-shirt from Goodwill. My duffel bag sat next to me, full of what I would need: a change of clothes, a bunch of menstrual pads, a few bottles of water, and a toothbrush with toothpaste. Everything I would need for my hospital stay.

I leaned back on the bed with a groan, feeling a contraction wrap around my torso. "Alright, kiddo," I huffed, breathing through the pain. "I hear 'ya. Let's go."

The contractions were a regular five minutes apart now, but weren't lasting a full sixty seconds. I figured now would be a good time to leave for the hospital, before things got too serious.

I spent the next hour hailing a cab, standing on the street corner with my bag hung over my shoulder. I rocked back and forth when I felt a contraction, breathing through my nose. I was starting to feel a distinct pressure in my pelvis. It kind of felt like I had to pee really bad, but not exactly. I could tell it was a different kind of pressure, something that was trying to come out of a place nothing had ever come out before.

The cab took me to the hospital and I had just enough cash to cover it. I stood in front of the hospital doors and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. The realness of the situation was sinking in, and I was scared.

"Okay, baby," I whispered, giving my underbelly a rub. "You ready to meet your parents? They're waiting on 'ya."

The baby nudged my ribs again, and I took that as my cue to enter the lobby.

The baby. Not my baby. He wasn't mine. Well, he wouldn't be soon.

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David and Kira were amazing people. There was a reason I had chosen them, out of all the couples that approached me, to be the parents of the baby. They had adopted twice before, and they even invited me to their house to sign the legal papers. Their older children seemed very happy and healthy. The house was clean and big enough for one more addition, in a nice neighborhood. They were even paying for my hospital stay. They were perfect for him.

Certainly better for him than a homeless nineteen-year-old without a future.

Despite how wonderful they were, I did not want them in the delivery room with me. I just wanted to be as unseen as possible. The nurses took pity on me, a teenaged girl laboring all alone with a baby she wasn't going to keep. I must have been a truly pathetic sight, especially as active labor wore on for several more hours.

I remember hanging from the sink in the bathroom, screaming for the first time as the first full-blown contraction hit me. My body shrank in on itself, my arms and legs aching from the force of it. I remember feeling the weight of the head sit heavy on my cervix as the nurse rushed in to check me right there on the bathroom floor. I was only at five centimeters. Halfway there.

I was made aware that David and Kira had arrived at the hospital and were waiting in a separate room somewhere else in the maternity ward. I told the nurses to send them updates as often as they wanted...just, please, don't let them in the room.

I was offered an epidural more than once, but I refused it. I almost changed my mind several times, especially when I reached seven centimeters and the pressure was starting to make my ears ring. But I was afraid it would slow down my progress, and I just wanted this over with. I just wanted him out.

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I started screaming for pain relief the second my water broke, and the baby's head started sinking through my cervix. A quick check showed I was in transition, and an epidural was no longer safe for them to give me.

My eyes stung as sweat dripped into them, my pulse hammering as my body prepared for the imminent birth. I felt like a gun ready to fire, and the pressure of the bullet inside my birth canal was maddening. It burned, it ached, it throbbed. It was the worst pain I'd felt in my life.

I remember sobbing as a nurse placed a cold compress over my forehead. The nurse had bright orange nails, I remember that too. I don't remember her face, or her name, but I wish I did. All I remember of her were those bright orange acrylic nails as her hand wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"You're almost done, Fawn," I heard her say. Her voice was fluffy and sweet, like cotton candy. "We've all been so proud of you!"

I remember what I said then, because I kept saying it for several minutes. I screamed it, tears streaming down my cheery-red face:

"I want my mom! I want my mom! I want my mom!"

I don't know how long it took me to run out of breath, but the next thing I remember is that same nurse stroking my sticky hair. I could smell the scent of her skin, and it made me feel warm.

"I know, honey," I heard her whisper. "I know you want your mama, but we're here for you. Hear me? You got all of us right here."

I don't remember if I said anything else after that, because right around then is when I felt the need to push hit me like a satellite. I might have used some very unbecoming language, but I don't remember.

The next thing I knew, I had my feet up in the stirrups and I was clinging for dear life to a towel they'd tied to the bed's squat bar. It was uncomfortable as hell and when I pushed, I felt like I was barely making any progress. But I couldn't move, and I had no other choice but to push up against gravity.

I'd been in labor for twenty-six hours, and I had officially lost the energy to scream. Every last ounce of willpower I had was being forced down between my legs. I could hear that same orange-nailed nurse saying something to me, but I have no idea what it was.

I felt the head starting to slip out when I pushed, but as soon as I relaxed it would slide right back inside. I didn't need to see what was happening I could fucking feel it.

The doctor's gloved hands helped to stretch me around the baby's head, but I just wished she'd stop -- it hurt bad enough without being pulled apart like a grilled cheese sandwich. My legs shook as hellfire ignited between my legs, but whatever noises I tried to make came out as muted grunts. All I could do was push. I knew if I just closed my eyes and pushed, it would eventually be over.

I felt the nose sliding past my skin, and I peered through one open eye in time to see a spurt of fluid as the head slipped out with a wet pop.

"There he is!" the orange-nailed nurse said. "He's on his way, Fawn!"

I tried to see over my belly, but I couldn't move my hips out of the position the stirrups held me in. I could feel the weight of his body siting right behind my lips, stretching me horrendously from the inside.

"Big push, Fawn," the doctor said as another contraction wound up. "Let's get him out."

But I didn't want him out anymore. I didn't want to let him go. Once it was over, it would be...over.

I wanted more time. I wanted to talk to him, safe in my belly, when I felt homesick. I wanted to feel him move and kick, and remember I wasn't alone in this shitty situation. I didn't want to let him go yet. I just wanted more time!

It was too late for more time. He wanted out and he wanted out right that second!

I pulled as hard as I could on the coiled towel and pushed until I felt dizzy. The doctor tugged gently under his shoulders, and I felt his body gush from me in a last rush of fluid.

The relief I felt was euphoric, better than any drug that might be out there. All the pressure, all the pain, it vanished as soon as he was out. My limbs turned into putty and I collapsed back against the bed, a black halo surrounding my vision.

Then I heard him cry. A loud, mewling wail that showed he was healthy. I turned my head and saw the doctor handing a nurse a blanket, inside of which a purple arm and a blue foot flailed around.

"Ohh, Fawn," I heard the nurse whisper. "He's beautiful."

My head was spinning, and I'm pretty sure I dipped into unconsciousness for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a small pink body laying naked on a table under a light, a measuring tape wrapped around the crown of his bald head. I could feel someone applying pressure to my perineum, and a quick glance by my legs showed the doctor was working on something down there. I probably tore, but it didn't hurt yet.

I turned my eyes back towards the baby, but they'd already wrapped him in a blanket and was fitting a tiny blue hat over his head. How adorable. A nurse picked up the baby-ritto and carried him to the door.

By the time I realized they were taking him away, the door was closing behind them. I blinked at the door, silent and pale as snow.

That was it, then. He was gone.

I let my head loll back onto the thin pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling as the doctor fixed me up. I didn't move from that position as they wheeled me to a recovery room, far away from the maternity ward. They at least took me away from the sounds of crying babies and happy new families.

I may have cried at this point, but I don't remember.

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I spent two days recovering in the hospital, bleeding like a stuck pig and hardly able to move because of the stitches between my legs. I had no visitors, save for the nurses who came in to check on me and bring me meals. My breasts leaked colostrum onto my hospital gown, food for a baby that wasn't there.

I was eight pounds, six ounces lighter when I stepped out of that hospital. It felt like I was missing more than that, though.

I took a cab back to the women's shelter and suffered the climb back up to my room. I lowered myself onto my bed with an agonized moan, quickly laying on my side because it hurt too much to sit.

My belly still rolled outward like a hill, but there was no movement there anymore. I attentively stroked it, feeling its new texture. It was soft and empty, no longer full and firm.

I was alone now. I was all alone.

At least I knew the baby was in a better place than I was.

My baby was in good hands.

~ End~

[littlemissmanga]

If you’re still doing the 200-word game, I’d love to see Wolffe with fem!reader for prompt 10. Maybe she’s used to doing things on her own and has a hard time relaxing :)

Send me one of the following and a clone and I'll write a 200 word spicy drabble.

YES! Nonnie, IDK how you knew to send this in, but let me tell you I'm feeling this in my soul. I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope this hits the right note.

Also, this is entirely self-indulgent cause it's been a WEEK at work and it's only Tuesday lol.

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

W/C: 750 (sorry I couldn't stay within the 200 tonight.

Warnings: Spice, heavy petting, nudity (f), fingering

Divider by @samspenandsword

You couldn’t even care about the concerning clink that rung out when your bag hit the floor, your poor lunch container likely cracked now.

Kriff it, what else can go wrong today!?

It had been hell. After busting your ass for three weeks, the client had changed the parameters for the project you were working on. Even worse, you knew this would happen. Saw it coming from the beginning told the client as much. But your boss — needing to save face in front of the client and always be right — told you to just do instructed.

Sure enough, now that’s three weeks of work wasted and you know you’ll be blamed if the deadline isn’t met. So instead of relaxing this weekend, you’ll be up to your elbow in work.

Not even bothering to suppress a groan, you kicked your shoes off and made your way into your apartment, only to feel strong hands grab at your waist as you passed the kitchen. Immediately, you tensed, pulling your arm back to strike, until ...

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

The low voice — unmodulated by his helmet or a holocall — instantly killed your defenses.

“Wolffe,” you sighed, turning to relax fully into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest. He had already showered and changed into the clothes you kept for him when he was on leave. Gods, just the feel of him, the smell of him, was already calming your over-fried nerves. “Stars, I’m so glad you’re here.”

He chuckled and pulled you tighter. “Rough day?”

“Try a rough month,” you mumbled into his chest. “And it’s about to be a rough weekend.”

“Ah.”

You never understood it. Your petty corporate struggles pale in comparison to the challenges Wolffe had to face every day. And yet, he had endless patience for them, listening to your complaining. He approached everything so tactically and yet he genuinely cared enough to just support and validate you without judgement.

“Well, I can’t help with your work,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “But I do know you can’t do anything overwhelmed and overstressed. And that is something I can help with.”

Oh, now that was tempting. But…

“And before you start burning out that brain of yours, you know I’m right. Nothing of value is getting done if you’re already running on empty.”

You lean back to look at Wolffe, taking him in fully for the first time. “You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a discerning look that you were sure scared the boys of the 104th into obedience. “No.”

His hands slid to your front, pulling your blouse from your skirt and deftly unbuttoning it.

“You’ve been working hard. And you have more hard work in front of you. It’s not a crime to take a break to care for yourself. I … I worry you don’t do that enough,” he admitted, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and onto the floor.

He moved on to your skirt, carefully pulling the zipper so it wouldn’t catch. “And now that I’m here, I can make sure you’re cared for the way you deserve.”

Invading your space further, Wolffe trailed the lightest of kisses across the top of your bare shoulder up the column of your neck, moving slowly to touch every inch of your skin with his lips. You barely registered how much you were leaning into him, relying on him to hold you, until he gathered you in his arms and began walking to your bedroom.

“I take care of myself just fine, I’ll have you know,” you countered as he laid you gently across your bed. “You spoil me. There’s a difference.”

Wolffe’s smile was positively sinful as he shook his head. He pulled himself over you, resting on his side so he could map out the curves of your body with one hand.

“There shouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You would have protested more normally. Your mind was desperately trying to hold onto the urgency of your work, needing to get started lest your anxious thoughts consume you, but it was getting harder and harder. A pleasant fog overtook your thoughts, your body already having yielded to his touch, legs opening at the barest tap from his calloused hand. His rough touch pulled a gasp from you as he passed lightly over your heat.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

So you did. And it wasn’t long before the only thing you could think was Wolffe.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

How Are You Like This?

Jade West x FtM!Reader

For @dakotastorm

Senior Year was supposed to be easy. All they really had to do was prepare for college. Instead, Tori Vega and her band of misfits were working hard on a short film to make up for their disaster of one last year.

As usual, they were at the Vega household, using the living room as their setting. Having filmed as much as they could, now everyone was lazing about, waiting for pizza.

"Tooooorriiiii~" Cat's whine pierced through the calm air. "When is the pizza getting here? My tummy's all grumbly...."

The Latina lifted her head from the kitchen table, also suffering from hunger.

"Should be soon. Ugh, I knew we should've stopped sooner."

"We were on a roll," mentioned Andre. "Besides, it didn't hit us till we stopped anyway."

"We'll, it better get here within 30 seconds," Jade pipes up. "I'm running out of flowers to sizz."

"Why are you sizzing the sunflowers?" Tori just sighs dejectedly.

"Cuz I'm hungry."

At that moment, the front door opens and an unfamiliar voice enters the area.

"I hope you didn't prepay for this pizza, Tori. Otherwise, I just gave the pizza guy a wicked tip."

The person who entered was carrying three pizzas. He stood about half a head taller than Tori and dressed in skinny jeans, graphic tee and a zip-up hoodie. His dark brown hair was buzzed on the sides with the top bit just long enough to tie in a tiny ponytail.

As soon as Tori registered who was at the door, she let out a squeal.

"Y/N!!!!!"

Tori leapt from her seat and seemingly teleports into the newcomer's arms, clinging onto his torso like a koala. The young man let out an 'oof' before laughing and maneuvering them towards the kitchen so he could put the food down to give a proper hug.

"Surprise! It's been a while. I've missed you."

Y/N lifts Tori up, tightening his hold for a crushing hug. Almost as soon as he lets go, Tori looks towards the stairs and yells for her sister.

"TRINA!"

"WHAT!?"

"Y/N is here!"

Thunderous footsteps respond as Trina appears at the top of the staircase. At Y/N's wave, the elder Vega sister launches herself at the boy, almost taking him down.

"Hahaha hi Tree. Missed you too."

Before Trina could even say a word, their moment was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Ok, what the chiz is going on? Who is that?" Jade was done with the yelling and hugging and mainly being ignored. However, she and the rest of her friends were taken aback when three sets of identical brown eyes looked over at them. Tori was the first to speak up.

"Oh, sorry. This is Y/N. He's our brother."

"Whoa, wait," Beck piped up. "Since when did you have a brother?"

"Uh, my whole life?" Tori answered.

"Weeeelllll, technically it's been like 4 years."

Everyone looked at Trina. Siblings with an exasperated expression, the rest with confusion.

"What? You didn't start transitioning until then."

"Anyway," Y/N piped up. "I've been living with our aunt since she lived closer to the hospital so I could deal with all the medical chiz." He let out a soft sigh. "As a result, I couldn't visit often. Surgery's a bitch sometimes."

Cat raised her hand, silently asking to speak. The rest nodded to her when they noticed.

"Is that why you're so hot?"

Silence filled the room.

"Whaaat?? Everyone else was thinking about it too."

Slowly, the rest of the gang nodded in agreement. Andre and Beck agreeing in a manly, obviously not finding Y/N actually attractive, way while Robbie nodded vigorously. Jade, on the other hand, had been looking back and forth from Y/N to Beck, eyes slowly widening in realization and shock.

"Oh my god..." Everyone looked over at Jade. "I didn't think it was possible but... Boy Vega is hotter than Beck."

Calamity erupted at the statement. Beck got defensive, having had his status as the hottest guy attacked. Trina stole a pizza box and went back upstairs, not wanting to discuss the attractiveness of her brother. Tori was just facepalming at her friend's antics.

"Ok, hold on. Now I have to test a theory out." The goth walked up to both Beck and Y/N, conveniently next to each other with only the couch between them. "Boy Vega, take your hair outta that stupid ponytail."

Y/N grumbles, but obeys. Pulling the elastic, he shakes his hair out a little, letting it fall into its natural state. Cat and Robbie swooned slightly while muffled words from a gruff voice somewhere sounded. Jade paused slightly but continued with her test.

"Ok so Beck has the softest hair I've ever touched." Everyone nodded, affirming her statement. "If Boy Vega here has the same or better, then we can... We can..."

Jade had been running her hand through Beck's hair as she spoke. As soon as the first pass of Y/N's hair happened, the goth was struck dumb. In a trance, Jade brought both of her hands to Y/N's head and started playing with his hair. Beck sat lower into the couch, pouting slightly. Tori, on the other hand, leaned in as she tried to get Jade's attention.

When the dark haired girl snapped out of her stupor, she was met with a smirking face.

"Like what you got in your hands?"

"Y/N!" Tori chastised while giving her brother a swift smack on the arm. With a laugh, Y/N apologizes.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to overstep."

In a surprising move, Jade suddenly began to poke and prod Y/N.

"Ok, there has to be a flaw somewhere. No one can be this hot without reason."

When the goth moved to touch at his chest, Y/N flinched, grabbing at her hands to stop her.

"Whoa, whoa. Ease up a little. The scars are still a bit tender."

To prove the point, Y/N lifted his shirt, showing the dual scars on his chest. While they were fully healed, it was still far from being jabbed at. At the sight of the scars, Jade reached out to touch them. Her hands were gentle as they traced the marks, but Y/N still flinched when her hands reached a certain spot.

"Sorry, I-I," Jade started to apologize, but was interrupted.

"No, no. Poke at that spot again."

Confused, the goth did as she was told. Y/N let out a wide grin and looked over at his sister.

"Slowly but surely, the feeling's coming back."

"Great. Awesome. Can Jade stop fondling you now? It's just weird to see." While she was happy about regrowing nerves, the sight of her friend(?) touching her brother was awkward.

Jade, now fully realizing what she was doing, immediately retracts her hands and walks away from Y/N. Cat, then pipes up again.

"Can I fondle him?"

A beat of silence

"No!"

"No!"

Confusion sets in amongst the group. While Tori's voice was expected to be heard in response, Jade's was not. In fact, it seemed like Jade didn't even realize what she did until everyone was staring at her. A blush filled her pale cheeks as she turned away, fully intending to ignore what just happened.

"Uhh..." Y/N started. "So... I'm sure you all are hungry? Cuz... Pizza." He points to the boxes, triggering everyone's hunger response as they all move to get a slice or three. Jade lingered behind, not wanting to deal with the crowd. Y/N sidles up and bumps her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey so.... I'm gonna be around for a bit. Can I take you out for a coffee some time? Unless the whole uh... 'scar thing' isn't your speed."

The goth stares at the Vega brother with a cocked eyebrow.

"I wouldn't have been adamant about finding a flaw if I wasn't ok with it. If I wasn't, that fact would've been the flaw."

"So... Coffee?" Y/N couldn't hide the grin on his face. Jade just smirked, back into her cool persona as she moves to get a slice of pizza.

"We'll see how the rest of the night goes."

[pewpewpugh]

My Roommate's Sister: Final Part

It's October now. Florence and I have been dating for three months. We're nothing official, but we both know that we're not seeing other people either. We're exclusive, and that's something I adore. I trust her to not do anything that could ruin what we have, and she trusts me too.

My family are visiting this week. I'm picking them up from the train station at 4pm, their train is due any minute now and I'm excited to see them. My mum and my sister are two of the closest people to me and I do miss them terribly. I didn't realise how hard living so far away from them would be, but I'm thankful for the support system I have here too.

"Are you excited?" Arabella asked from the drivers seat as she parked in a bay in the car park of the station. I unbuckled my seatbelt and squealed as I caught sight of my sister walking out of the elevator, my mum trailing behind, struggling with her suitcase.

"They're here!!!"

I jumped out of the car and ran towards them, engulfing my sister in to a hug. Quickly followed by my mum.

"How was your journey? Did you sleep or do you need a nap when we get home? Are you hungry? Arabella could pop through a drive through and get you some... oH THIS IS ARABELLA!" The words fell out of my mouth like vomit, I just couldn't stop them. The excitement I felt at that moment was unreal.

"Nice to meet you" Arabella said from the drivers side, "let's get this show on the road!"

I threw the suitcases into the back of the car and jumped into the passenger side. The conversation didn't stop flowing the entire journey, and it didn't take us long to get back to the apartment. Once everyone was settled in, my sister and mum both went for a quick nap while I prepared food. As I was finishing off the last of it, I heard the front door open, and before I could register her presence, Florence's arms wrapped around my waist, a kiss planted on my cheek.

"Hey babe"

"Hi!" I responded, turning around in her arms to face her, "to what do we owe this pleasure?"

"I finished work early, and decided to surprise my two favourite girls" she leant down and captured my lips in hers, "but mostly you" she mumbled against them. She pulled away reluctantly when she heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. I momentarily panicked, remembering that although my family knew about Flo, and that we were going on dates, they didn't know just how serious we were. I'd explained this to Florence previously, who had understood completely due to her knowledge of my dating history, and she knew I needed time to ease them into me dating someone new. My family were far from homophobic, in fact they were just as heartbroken as me when my last relationship had ended, and now they're just very protective of me due to the experience.

"My family are here" I whispered, reminding her of what I'd told her a few days before.

"Oh fuck, oh shit. Do you want me to leave?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not. You can stay. Just... prepare for some questions, probably. I want them to know you."

"I can do that" she kissed my cheek just as my mum walked into the room. I froze. Florence froze. My mum just stood at the doorway and raised her eyebrows in our direction, questioning what she'd just witnessed.

"heeeey" I sang in a tone that showed I was uncomfortable with what she just walked in on. I have never been good at talking about my feelings, so this was a big deal for me. In my last relationship, I actually didn't tell her I was even in a relationship until I was a year and a half into it, and even that was done via a text message, so introducing Florence to my family as such an early stage in what we are is new, and nerve wrecking. I handed mum the plate of food I'd prepared, moving out of Florence's hold. She took the plate from my hand quietly, sitting at the dining table opposite the two of us.

"And you must be... Flora?" My mum asked, hesitating slightly unsure of her name.

"Actually mum-

"It's Florence but close enough" She introduced herself cheerfully, "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Soph. She hasn't stopped gushing about you guys coming to visit"

"Yeah uh..." I interrupted "Florence just popped in after work... she's Arabella's sister actually, and uh..."

I froze. I knew I should've just stopped. But I didn't. My mouth just kept going. Fuck. I looked at Florence who grabbed my hand under the table.

"uh..."

Why couldn't I just get the words "this is the girl I was telling you about?" Out of my mouth? Why was I so incapable of being a human being?!

"I'm her girlfriend"

Wait, what. Did she just say what I think she just said?! I knew that we were exclusive, and that I was falling for this girl harder every day, but did she actually want to be my girlfriend?! Mine?! I always thought she'd get bored of me eventually, or meet someone else and break things off but this... this is the complete opposite of that...

"Girlfriend? I knew you'd been on a few dates, but I didn't know you were that serious about someone. How long has this been official?"

"Quite recently, yep, quite recently indeed." I replied, feeling Florence squeeze my hand tightly. "We've been dating for the last few months, seeing each other almost every day, and I guess it just felt right, you know? I didn't want to say too much and jinx it, and then you were coming to visit anyway so I just thought it would be a good conversation to have with you face to face... where I could let you get to know her properly" the words flew out of my mouth at 50mph, "And here we are"

My mum looked between the two of us before smiling broadly at me. I knew that look all too well, it was approval.

"Okay" she turned to face Florence, "I have a few questions"

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It was gone 11pm when we all decided to call it a night. My mum and sister said goodnight first, too tired to fight the travel tiredness. Arabella was on a night shift, so it just left me and Florence in the living room by ourselves. I was laid with my head on Flo's lap, she was playing with my hair. We'd been in this position for a while, it was something we always found ourselves doing. Once I was sure that no one would be coming back in to the room to disturb us, I sat up and turned to face her.

"What's up?" Concern filled her facial features. I grabbed her hand and entwined our fingers, trying to show her that she had nothing to worry about. I was just very appreciative of her and how she'd been with my family.

"Thank you for today"

She cupped my face with her free hand, stroking my cheek with her thumb, which was one of my favourite things she does. It was comforting.

"Anything for you, you know that"

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" I asked nervously.

Florence paused, confused by my question, which didn't surprise me really when I didn't give her any background information, "What did I say?"

"When you... when you said that you were my girlfriend..."

She leant forward, kissing me slowly. I smiled into the kiss, happy with the response. I don't think I could ever tire of how her lips feel on mine. She pulled away eventually, her hand still cupping my cheek.

"Only if you want me to be"

"I do"

"Good. And just to clarify... that would make you... my... girlfriend?"

"Yes, baby"

[apple-stims80]

So this is Love? (3/?)

Frank woke up alone in bed once he noticed this he felt money, like something was missing. He got up walking into his bathroom to get ready for the day. He had to go to Howdy's first thing to buy more jars so he could get butterflies and put them in so he could carefully study them of course he would release them after he was done he wasn't a monster after all, and as for the rest of the day he planned to look at the new insects that came with spring and maybe even have a picnic with Julie, Poppy and maybe Wally, he would invite the rest but they all would be caught up in work during the afternoon till the stars shown. He groaned looking at himself in the mirror fixing his butterfly bow tie before giving up and letting it hang a little loose to the left, his day was too filled to be fixing a tie in the bathroom for hours on end. He walked downstairs and before he left the house he noticed a note on his kitchen table

~Thank you for letting me stay the night we have to do it again.

Eddie~

Frank smiled to himself putting the note in his pocket as he walked out his front door. "Sooooo~" Julie said teasingly getting Franks attention, he walked over to her as she was tending to her flowers, he signed shaking his head making her smile drop "whaaaa, no one came clean" she said pouting, Frank couldn't tell if he was more disappointed or if she was until a lightbulb flickered in her head "Eddie! He has to know, he wouldn't deliver a letter or package if it didn't have who it was going to and who it was from, he would only do that if it was a special request" Julie said smiling. That did make sense "we'll ask him later I have too much to do right at this moment, good talking to you have a good rest of the day" Frank said walking away from Julie, leaving her to her flowers, and headed for Howdy's.

"Hello~" Howdy chimed as he heard the bell ring through out the store "good morning" Frank said to the overly tall caterpillar, how could something so small turn into something so big, that was a main factor the questioned Frank about the man another was "when would he turn into a butterfly" from the moment Howdy came to town Frank had spied on him fascinated by him until Howdy had asked Julie to tell Frank to stop looking at him 24/7. "Ah Frank, what can I help you with? " Howdy asked fixing the apple display "same old same old" Frank said walking to an aisle he knew a little too well, no matter what he did he would always break the jars he got within a few days. "I feel like I should charge you more for those seeing how much you can't keep them" he said to Frank jokingly, Frank would have been worried he would do it but he knew that raising prices on things wasn't in that caterpillar's blood, Frank groaned rolling his eyes "this time I'll be more careful" "uh huh sure you will" Howdy said meeting him at the register "just for you 50% off" he said smiling making Frank roll his eyes, he was thankful for Howdy prices and how kind the tall puppet was but he'd never say it maybe behind closed doors where no one could hear him. Frank handed him 10 cents as Howdy carefully wrapped the jars in paper and placing them in a bag "thank you, came again" he said smiling Frank nodded before walking out the store.

Frank walked along the dirt paths that we're made in the forest trying to find some kind of new insect. He looked in bushes, trees, plants, and even under rocks but nothing not even a rolly polly nor a worm. He sighed packing up putting his jars and books in his a bag calling it in early as he headed home unaware of the rushed mailman running his way. Before any of them could react they had already crashed into each other sending mail, books, and jars flying Frank had ended up falling on his own things feeling a jar break under him "I'm so so sorry" Eddie said quickly pulling the smaller one up "it's alright" Frank said taking small pieces of glass out of his hand "your hand! " the tall mailman exclaimed taking Franks hand in his own looking at it before gently and carefully taking the glass out. Frank could've laughed at the man for being so worried but at the same time it was kind of nice seeing someone's face scrunch with worry for you. Eddie looked at Frank's face smiling "all better" normally Frank wouldn't care for Eddie's smiles but this time it made his heart skip a beat "oh uh, thank you" he said pulling his hand back and looking at the ground "let me help you now" he said kneeling down and helping Eddie pick up the mail, they made small talk Eddie did his best at jokes but he wasn't the best and yet it still made Frank smile a little. "Oh" Frank muttered seeing another light pink and red envelope with a heart stamp he went to grab it but Eddie had the same idea their hands met each other Frank couldn't help but feel his face heat up as his heart started to pound in his chest "sorry" Eddie mumbled letting his hand up Frank smiled at him giving him the letter "no need to be sorry" he said as Eddie took it from him.

Frank made the decision to help Eddie with his runs as a thank you for getting the glass out my hands and he would never say it but he wanted to spend more time with the taller man. "Thank you for helping me" Eddie said dropping Frank off at his house "it was my pleasure" he said back Eddie smiled at him before handing him a small pile of mail "here last ones" "thank you" he said taking them from the mailman, Eddie smiled again before tipping his hat and walked away.

"Well are you gonna open it? " Julie said crossing her arms, her and Frank had decided to have a little get together with Poppy and Wally. Frank had brought the letter he knew if he didn't Julie would nag him all night long over the phone about it" "now he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to" Poppy chimed in bring a plate of cookies "but I have to knowwwwww" Julie said pretending to faint "know what?" A small calm voice asked walking into Julie's flower garden in her backyard sitting down with the rest "Frank has a secret admirer and won't open the letter he got" Julie said whining to Wally "why do you want to know anyway? Wouldn't that be considered an invasion of privacy?" He asked Julie as she gasped dramatically placing a hand over her heart "I just care for my friend so much, is it a crime wanting to know their soon to be lover" Julie said pretending to be hurt "you're just nosey" Frank said opening the envelope "excuse me!" She exclaimed looking at him.

~My Dearest Frank,

I've tried to keep my feelings at bay but not matter what I do I fall harder and faster you're just too intoxicating you're like a drug to me if I'm far away for too long I began to long for your eyes, smile, hair, and smell. I've wanted to tell you for oh so long but I'm afraid you won't return the feelings and I'm scared of being pushed away from you until I know you'll absolutely return my feelings I'm afraid I can't give myself away.

Your Secret Admirer❤~

[n4kama]

"Calm down-!?" Two little words caused such a reaction within the ginger that she barely registered the two that came after. With a hearty huff Nami crossed her arms over her chest, fixing Sanji with a pointed look. "Of all the people in the world, you have no right to tell me to calm down! A-and it's not even like that,." Nami added the last part in haste in defense of feelings she still hadn't entirely worked out herself. Surprisingly good kisser the chef might be, she hadn't even decided for herself if she wanted him for keeps- as more than friends. Naturally he was obsessed with her. She was beautiful, brainy and had begun filling out quite nicely since Sanji had taken over in the kitchen and assured her only the best nutrition. Not that she didn't already have a great body, but being chased across the east blue and beyond by the marines, the energy it took to deal with four male crew members day in and day out on top of Sanji's particular brand of spoiling her had done great things for her figure. "I just didn't like how you were- were- flirting with that woman!" Or any other woman, for that matter. It's not like she liked him or anything- at least, that's what she kept telling herself. Over and over. Nor was she sure how he really felt about her- just a crush, she was sure. Eventually he'd realize she truly wasn't worthy of his attention or the way he seemed to hold her on a pedistal. It was probably just because she was his crew member- and because she was the only woman he saw for leagues at a time. He was probably just lonely- hell, she was probably just lonely for even considering getting involved with someone she couldn't avoid if things went... terribly...

Sanji just watched Nami carefully, a small twitch at the corner of his lips giving away his amusement as she became defensive rather quickly.

In all honesty, the second part of his sentence had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself anyway, and besides, even if he didn't mean romantically; he was still hers because he was part of her crew, part of the nakama that Luffy had built as they sailed through the seas and had their adventures.

He had enjoyed kissing her that day in the kitchen, under the mistletoe, and was surprised that there hadn't been any fallout from it just yet. But, while he would always worship the women on the ship, it wasn't all because of romanticism or anything, he would always worship the women around him because it was the women in his early life who had given him a reason to live; that had given him the ability to keep living. Until Zeff, it was only the women in his life that provided him with any semblance of kindness, and he had always vowed to make it up to them by doting on the women around him.

However.

It was also different with Nami. While he had begun doting on her for those very reasons, he had also found himself drawn to the beautiful thief even before he had known her own story; she was strong even when she wasn't a fighter at the start of their journey and she was determined. Their kiss had plagued his mind quite often but he refused to bring it up, his own darkness in his mind making him change his mind constantly since she probably didn't think of him like that anyway.

"Would you like me to stop?" Sanji couldn't stop himself from asking, and the moment the question slipped past his lips, he knew he would stop all of it if she said one word.

[@climatact]

[no6secretsanta]

From: @happylikehappy

To: @sillydragpoes

Happy New Years!

Sorry for the late and short present but I hope you still like it. You wanted some fluffy slice of life and I was happy to deliver.

———

Shion watched Nezumi put his hair into its usual ponytail. He noted how it had become a little longer than when they had started living together in their small apartment. 

"What is it?" Nezumi asked, bringing the other back to reality, "You're staring pretty hard at me. It's creeping me out."

Shion blinked once but kept his gaze on the handsome man. 

"Your hair is rather long."

"Heh." 

At that Nezumi took a loose strand of his hair and twirled it around his finger. He usually kept a little part out of the ponytail. 

"I guess it is. Does it bother you that much?"

For some reason that thought made Nezumi snicker. 

Shion on the other hand shook his head. 

"No. I like it that way."

He reached his hand out to touch Nezumi's hair but got his wrist grabbed instead. 

They looked into each other's eyes for a while, grey daggers boring into ruby reds, before Nezumi let go of Shion. 

"How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me?"

He clicked his tongue.

"It's for your own safety."

"Sorry." 

This time Shion apologised for his behaviour. 

"It's just... Your hair looks like silk." 

Nezumi stared at the other until letting out a snicker. 

"Why thank you for that oh so original compliment."

His remark made the other frown. 

"You're teasing me again, aren't you?" 

"Where would you get that idea, your majesty?" 

He couldn't help but laugh when Shion rolled his eyes and turned away with a sigh. 

"I'll just go ahead and make dinner."

A moment later Nezumi was left alone in the living room. Now that silence had returned once again, he decided to finish the book he had been reading until Shion disturbed him. 

However, he wasn't as focused as he was before. His mind kept drifting back to their earlier conversation. 

Shion had wanted to touch my hair, didn't he?

Nezumi closed his book two pages later. 

But come to think of it, didn't he want to get a haircut soon?

Right now Shion's hair reached a little below his chin in a chocolate brown mess. It was always funny to see his reaction whenever Nezumi would run his hand through them and ruffle them. While he mostly did it to see his reaction — which was oftentimes surprised accompanied by annoyance — he did like the feel of them. 

His hair was actually soft to the touch. Nezumi wouldn't habe guessed from someone who was the picture book definition of a workaholic. 

After putting his book away, he decided to join Shion in the kitchen. 

"Make sure the soup isn't too salty this time." 

—

"Thanks for the food." 

Once they were done eating, Nezumi brought the dirty dishes to the kitchen and washed them right away. It was one of their prime rules of living together to split the house chores evenly between them. So if one of them cooked it was only natural for the other one to clean after the meal.

As they were always taking turns doing the chores, living together had become rather comfortable. 

After the last dish had been dried off and put back in its place, Nezumi returned to the living room. 

"Don't you have work soon?" he asked his roommate who shook his head. 

"They just texted me that they won't need me after all," Shion explained. 

With a smirk Nezumi sat down next to him. 

"That means you finally get a Sunday for yourself in a long while." 

"Almost." 

When Shion leaned his body sideways to give him a gentle nudge he didn't dodge. 

"So I was actually wondering…"

"Yeah?" 

Nezumi urged the other to continue after a long moment of silence. 

"Can I brush your hair?" 

It took him a while to register Shion's question and then even longer to answer him.

"Alright, fine." 

The other's face brightened up over the positive response. 

"However, under one condition." 

Nezumi watched his confused expression with a small smile.

"What is it?" 

Although he looked hesitant, it was obvious that he was more curious than scared. 

Which was why he was quick to tell him.

"I want to style your hair." 

[obsessedasusual]

Apple Bottom Jeans - Happy Lowman x Reader

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

Summary: a cute little morning with Happy who refuses to take clothing advice

Warnings: Swearing, very vague mention of sex

Note: Focus on my half finished wips? Couldn't be me... fam... I started typing and this was the finished product. I NEEDED to get this written, this has been on my mind since I first watched SOA but the idea to actually write about it very suddenly after this post🥸 I love stubborn Happy.

When you and Happy first started sleeping over, back when your relationship was new, he wasn't a cuddler. You could expect to stay on your side of the bed hugging the duvet, and not the man lying next to you. There was one occasion after you had ‘done the do’ where you had collapsed on top of him, completely out of breath. For a few seconds he had run his hand up and down your back before pushing you - actually pushing you - off him to fall to the bed on his side. Before you could be offended though, you assumed he had sensed how harsh his action could be interpreted and grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers.

You knew that Happy struggled with affection, both giving and receiving, and you were okay with that. Touch just wasn’t his love language. At least, it wasn’t in the beginning.

You often thought about the early days, how afraid of touch and love he was. It made you laugh thinking back, especially on mornings like this, when Happy was lying on you. Head tucked into your shoulder, arm wrapped around your waist, body half on yours.

It was your hand running up and down his back. He had sort the comfort after he made it home last night just past midnight. You had been asleep, but woke feeling him slide into bed and lay his head on your chest. No words spoken, just your soothing touch to be the calm he needed at the end of his obviously rough day, if the cuts on his face and raw skin on his knuckles were anything to go by.

Your hand stopping its movements to rest on Happy’s shoulder blade didn't even register to you until Happy let out a small whine, “Keep going,” eyes remaining shut.

A smile made its way to your lips and you resumed your tracing, Happy humming in contentment.

“No early morning call time today?” You questioned softly. It was rare that Happy had the chance to sleep in, especially since becoming Sergeant at Arms, so when the opportunity presented itself Happy took full advantage. The man loved to sleep in. Which was difficult for you, the early riser. When Hap slept in, he made sure you were right there next to him. While he never said anything, you had always thought it was his way of spending quality time together. You weren’t exactly the couple that had a weekly date night. And so your urge to start the day could wait.

“Not til 11,” he mumbled into your neck.

The two of you lay there in silence for a while longer, your fingers trailing across Happy’s back, his rubbing small circles where they were resting on your waist. You could have stayed there all morning, truth be told, if your eyes hadn’t caught sight of the clock on the wall showing that you had about 40 minutes before you had to be at the office. Perks of living in a small town? The commute to work only taking seven minutes, or one full karaoke session to Hotel California.

“I have to get ready for work,” you lightly nudged at his shoulder.

“Call in sick,” his arm wrapped tighter around you. You let out a short giggle at his response.

“Not likely, Hap. C’mon, let me up.” 

He groaned and held you tighter, taking a deep breath in as he prepared to stretch out, finally letting you free from his grasp. 

You yawned as you sat up, rolling your neck after spending hours in the same position. Happy had stolen your pillow as soon you had moved and had buried his face in it. Smiling, you ran your hand over his stubbly head and leant down to press a kiss just above his ear. Happy hummed at the feeling.

Finally taking the plunge, you kicked off the covers immediately missing the warmth and trapsed into the kitchen to brew the coffee pot and feed little (big) Opie who had jumped excitedly from his spot on the couch as soon as he heard your feet leave the bedroom.

Walking back to the room to continue getting ready you stopped in the doorway and held back a chuckle at the sight in front of you.

“Happy, please let me take you shopping.” 

He looked up from where he was pulling his jeans on with a confused look, “Why?”

“Because those jeans are miles too big for you! How do you not trip over everyday?” 

“They are not.”

You smiled at him and closed the distance between the two of you, one arm wrapping around his bare waist, the other tugging at a belt loop on his jeans, “Hap, I could fit in here with you.” An exaggeration? Maybe.

He rolled his eyes, resting his hands on the small of your back, “I wear a belt.”

“That’s holding together by a thread,” another exaggeration? Maybe, “Please, Hap?”

His eyes studied yours for a few seconds before he bent down to kiss you quickly, “No.”

He smirked at your expression and pulled away to tug his shirt (also oversized, but you loved it) over his head.

You smiled and shook your head at him, moving to the wardrobe to pull out your outfit for the day, speaking over your shoulder, “What happened to your sleep in?”

“Cold without you,” he appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing kisses to your neck. You grinned and pushed him away to step into your dress.

“Well if you’re up, would you mind getting me a coffee while I get ready?” Attempting to give your best puppy dog eyes. He nodded and gave you another kiss before turning to leave the room.

You were pulling playing with your hair, trying to get it work-ready when you heard a crash from the kitchen followed by a loud ‘Fuck!’

The sight you were met with when you made it to the kitchen was comical. Happy was on the floor, sugar granules surrounding him and a very excited Opie licking at his face. He turned to glare at you when he heard your laughter.

“I tripp-“

“On your jeans.” You interrupted.

“On the dog,” he argued, pushing himself to his feet, “I tripped on the dog.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s what happened.” You teased, stepping to grab a cloth to wipe up the spilt sugar.

“Wasn’t the fucking jeans.”

You bit your lip in a poor attempt to hide your smile as you moved to rest your hands on the back of his neck, pulling his moody pout to meet yours.

“I’m taking you shopping.”

[trin-gvf]

D.R.W - ex's and texts

2.2k words minors DNI

danny x fem!reader

WARNINGS: cheating, unprotected sex, descriptive dirty talk, breeding kink, sending nude pics/vids, over all very much 18+!!

jake cheats on y/n and she goes to her ex for some love

"babe..can you sit down? i need to talk to you." your husband said. you felt your body tell you whatever was to come wouldn't be good. 

"okay..what's wrong?" you said, sitting next to him on a stool in the kitchen.

"mommy, mommy! look at this!" your daughter cecilia said, showing you a doll she had put new clothes on. 

"very pretty, sweetheart! can you go into your room? mommy and daddy need to talk." you said, giving her a soft kiss to her forehead. she nodded and giggled as she ran back to her array of toys you knew you'd have to clean later. 

"you aren't going to like what im going to say but i need you to hear me out."

"whatever it is, we can work this out. i know we can."

"i had an affair with jordan.."

you felt your stomach drop and you felt like you were about to throw up the dinner you just ate. 

"it was a long time ago and it was right after i had that injury. my knee. and i couldn't do any shows and i was depressed and i was angry-"

you looked away from him. you didn't know how long you could hold yourself together if you were looking at him. 

"and one night-..well you and i, we just got into this huge argument and i found myself in my hometown." 

you couldn't believe your ears. you wanted to believe this was all a bad dream and that you'd wake up with everything being okay. that it wouldn't be real.

"and i found myself back in our neighborhood..my old neighborhood with my old girlfriend. it felt like my old self. a rockstar."

you felt your eyes start to water. 

"the rockstar everyone cheered for and im sorry. i'm so sorry. it only happened one time and-and i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner." 

you barely registered his words.

"look…i know this is a lot and i realize that..um- the only way i could fix this, the only way i can fix this is if i- if i was completely honest with you." he finally finished his talk with you. it took you a moment but you decided to speak up. 

"youre such a fucking coward. do you know that? the only reason you're telling me this now is because danny's back in town. isn't that it, jacob?" 

he lowered his head, trying to avoid eye contact with you the best he could. 

"hooking up with her brought up feelings from the past and you couldn't handle it. you know what? screw you! because our perfect family ended the day you betrayed us."

you saw a new look of guilt wash over his face. 

"i-i havent been with her or even seen her the day since. i promise."

"up until today that might've meant something." you said quietly, not trusting your voice with how close the tears were to falling down your face. you walked out of the kitchen. to do what? you weren't sure. 

"y/n wait. please y/n-" he said, starting to walk towards you. 

"you know what, jake? the worst part isn't even that you had an affair, it's that you had to go to jordan to feel whole again?" your body finally gave in and the tears started flowing down your face. 

"not me? your wife? the mother of your child?" you shook your head. 

"god! who else loved you more than anything in the world?"

"i dont- i don't know…i'm going to fix this. i promise. i can talk to cecilia-"

"you know what? you have done more than enough, jacob. I'LL talk to our daughter." you walked away, trying to rid your tears before you entered your daughters room. 

you took a deep breath before opening the door. 

"hi mommy!!" 

"hi baby!" you said, flashing her a smile. you took a seat on the floor, pulling her into your lap.

"mommy is going to stay at grandma's for a couple of days, okay, love?" 

"how come?" she looked up at you with confusion. 

"grandma isn't feeling too good right now and mommy needs to go help her." 

your daughter nodded with a gasp. 

"go mommy! grandma needs to get better!"

you laughed at her little voice and her bright eyes. 

"I'll be back in a few days, be good for daddy, yeah?" 

she nodded and agreed to be good for her father. 

you left her room after giving her a big hug and a couple kisses to her little cheeks before going into your room to pack a bag for your clothes. 

after you grabbed about a week's worth of clothes you passed jake, who was still sitting in the kitchen. 

"I'm going to a friends. i told cecilia i'd be at my moms. i'll be back in a couple days."

"y/n please!" 

"i don't have time for this jacob." was the last thing you said before walking out and taking a seat in your car. you silently scrolled through your phone, looking for anyone who would console and hug you in the moment. 

your motions stopped when you hit a certain contact. 

"danny." you contemplated for a second before tapping on it, calling the number. 

ring…

ring...

ri-

"hello?"

"hi danny.."

"y/n? you sound sad…are you okay?"

"i-um…can i come over?" 

"yeah! yeah come on over" his voice was always full of love, no matter who you were to him.

you thanked him endlessly before driving the 25 minutes to his house. as you pulled into his driveway, your tears were replaced with fiery anger. you knocked on daniels door, hoping it wouldn't be awkward when you saw each other. 

the last time you saw daniel was at a party joshua threw, jacobs twin. it was a couple of weeks ago but there was nothing more exchanged other than a little "hi" and a brief "how are you?" 

he was your ex and you prayed to god this was the right decision to do. you got snapped out of your thoughts as danny opened the door. 

"hi, y/n..come in, please" his voice sounded concerned, taking no time to invite you inside his home.

you walked in, taking the warm smell that hit you. 

"jake and i broke up..he told uh- he told me he cheated and i had nowhere else to go-" he didn't give you time to speak the rest of your story, taking you into a tight hug. he embraced your body in his, one of his arms around your head, caressing your hair. 

"it's okay, you don't have to tell me just yet. i have the space for you. anytime."

you didn't know how he did it but he always read your mind. often times you wondered if you married the wrong man. you looked up at him, watching his warm brown eyes scan your face while he softly wiped your tears. 

"don't cry, pretty thing." his voice was so calming, so reassuring. something you hadn't felt with jake in god knows how long. 

you didn't know what came over you but you stood on your tippy toes and gave his lips a soft kiss. his eyes fluttered closed as did yours. his arms fell around to your waist, pulling you in closer. 

when you pulled away, you both left your mouths open, silently gasping. you started racking your brain for a reaction in his face, your eyes flickering against one anothers. 

"danny, i-" before you knew it, his lips were against yours once more. what started as a small peck turned into more, your hands were around his neck and he was pushing your pelvic bones into his. 

he started to walk you to his bedroom, bodies still connected, trying his best not to shove you into a wall or corner of an entrance way.

he pulled away, opening the door to his bedroom.

"i've wanted. this. for so. fucking long." he said between breaths you backed up against his bed until your calves hit up against it. 

he pulled away from your lips one more time before asking you

"are you sure? are you sure you want this?"

"yes, please danny." you nodded as you sat down on the bed. he slowly laid you back and climbed on top of you, slowly whispering in your ear. 

"then why don't we show him what he messed up, hm?"

you nodded as he spoke the idea. he kissed down your neck, to your stomach, slowly down to the hem of your pants. he toyed with your pants, biting the waist of it, barely lifting them up. after enough messing around, you pushed your hips up, them hitting his chin.

"danny please" 

you guessed your whines did enough for him as he slowly pulled down your pants, leaving you in your panties. 

he slowly brought a thumb over your clothed clit and drew little circles around it. your face became red with a blush.

he pulled your panties off, showing off how wet you had gotten within the little time you had been with each other.

"you're so pretty, love." he said as he softly licked along your pussy, getting it ready for what he was about to do. 

"take my phone baby, send him a video." he said, taking his phone out of his back pocket and handing it to you. 

you gushed at the thought of it. showing jake what he would be missing. 

as you unlocked his phone, slowly opening danny's camera, selecting the video option. you hadn't noticed he lost his shirt while in process. his tan shoulders that were littered with sun kissed freckles looked so beautiful in the light the room was providing. he slowly started licking against your clit, licking it every couple moments. 

you started to record, putting your hand in his dark brown curls, pushing them away from his face. it showed off his eyes, staring up at you as he worked hard on your cunt. 

you finished the 30 second clip before your shaky hands sent the clip to jake. you threw the phone down on the bed and let danny do his thing, not needing it to be pretty for a video.

your moans instantly got louder, using both your hands now to push danny's face into your pussy.

"fuck danny you're so much better." you cried out. 

he moaned in agreement as he started to fuck you with his tongue. his nose hitting your clit as you got closer to falling off the edge and into an orgasm.

your thighs started to shake as he grabbed your waist, pulling you back in closer.

you gripped his hair harder than before, riding out the white pleasure bursting within you onto his face.

he pulled away, taking a couple deep breaths. when he stood up, his hard on wasn't hidden very well through his sweatpants. your mouth almost dropped when you saw him pull his cock out. 

did it get bigger? no. 

did it? is that possible? no fucking way. 

"don't be surprised baby, i fucked you plenty of times."

he looked down and slowly spit on his dick, rubbing it on his cock. he rubbed the tip of it in between your folds, collecting the wetness on the very top of his dick.

he slowly slid his cock into you, grabbing his phone once again. the moment you were stretched enough, he started to thrust into your cunt. as you were gripping the sheets, he grabbed his phone once more for the night, he sped up his hips, making your moans closer together and make them louder. he turned the flash on and recorded a video, you couldn't tell how long it was, but you could only guess to who he was sending it to. 

he threw his phone on the bed next to you, placing his hands on either side of your head. he grunted as he snapped his hips against yours. he placed rough kisses aside your neck, down to your shoulders then finally your tits. 

he licked around the bud, softly sucking it as you both inched closer to finishing.

"gunna fill your pretty womb with my cum." he mumbled out against your skin. 

"god- fuck! danny please keep going" you at this point were fucking against his cock, helping with the oncoming orgasms. 

"my cock fits your cunt so. fucking. well." 

as he got closer to your ear, his words got quieter and became more of a growl.

"should've been me fucking my kids into your stomach. watching them spill out the second my cock leaves your tight pussy" 

his words toppled over you and pushed you into a crazing orgasm. thank god danny didn't have any roommates, they no doubt would've heard your desperate crying for danny's cock.

when you both came down, you ran your hand through his curls, feeling his heart beat against your chest.

"let me take one more picture, babydoll." you nodded, whining when he pulled out after grabbing his phone. 

he snapped a picture of his cum dripping out of you, sending it to your ex husband. 

he collected his cum that was dripping onto the bed and slowly placing them into your mouth. you gladly sucked the cum off his fingers.

after you cleaned up in his bathroom, you laid on his bare chest, watching him check jacobs texts. 

jake: bro??? you fucked my wife???

danny: does it matter? and ex wife btw

jake: yes it fucking does, daniel

danny: i fucked the girls heart you broke.

jake: fuck you daniel. 

read at 8:28pm

you slowly fell asleep in dannys arms, trying your best to forget just for a day what your ex husband did. 

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

You Surprise him with Breakfast

batboys headcanons

~

(A/N): I'm still stuck in another fandom, so I haven't been motivated to write DC content as of the moment, but I've been posting what I do have done so far. Thank you so much for the love recently; I am so grateful for every like and reblog.

~

Dick Grayson:

He’s no cook, so you often make him a quick breakfast as you make yours in the morning

But this time, it was a surprise after he finally closed a case he’d been working on for weeks

Since he was out late, and you were already asleep by the time he got back, you knew he’d be sleeping later than usual which gave you time to enact your plans

You quickly made a batch of pancakes, the batter bright blue with food dye because you know it’d make him smile

He came out of your room when you were about ¾ of the way through, hair mussed and in only the sweatpants he slept in, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head on your chin

He laughed at the blue, just like you hoped he would

Jason Todd:

He’s usually the chef out of the two of you, but this time, you wanted to surprise him

After a week of helping Roy in star city, he returned late at night and crashed before even taking a shower

While he was gone, you’d bought a mini waffle maker and waffle mix (technically it was pancake mix but the box said it could be used for waffles with a couple tweaks so why not) and the night before decided to surprise him with both the waffle maker and the waffles

You heard the shower turn on when you were just pouring the batter for the first waffle in the waffle maker, so by the time he came wandering into the kitchen, you really only had one semi-okay waffle to show for your efforts

He did offer to take over, but you insisted that you finish, and at the end of a half-hour, there were enough edible waffles to fed the both of you

They weren’t half bad if you said so yourself

“So, a waffle maker, huh?”

He couldn't keep the smile off his face.

Tim Drake:

After a week of trying (and failing) to get him to go to bed before he collapsed out of exhaustion, he finally crashed after completing his most recent case and sending it to over to the GCPD

You also may or may not have made him decaffeinated tea meant to help people sleep, and at that point you were pretty sure he was past caring about taste (you were right) so he drank it without a second thought and then passed out

You got up the next morning and resolved to make him something actually substantial for breakfast

In the end, it was just eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, and orange juice, but neither of you are really fantastic at cooking so it worked

You were trying to find a tray to bring the food to him when he wandered down, hair mussed and rubbing at his eyes, looking blindly for a cup of coffee

You’re pretty sure he didn’t even register the rest of the breakfast in front of him until he was halfway through his first cup, judging by the look on his face when you asked him what he thought

Damian Wayne:

He’d been injured recently, so he’d not been able to do as much as he liked, and was therefore frustrated and stuck mostly in his room

For you, it was an opportunity to do something for him, because he couldn't do too much snooping and/or ruin the surprise before you get up and actually do it

You prepped everything the night before, and in the morning got up and preheated the oven, then popped in a tray of the pillsbury ready-to-bake cinnamon rolls (or made them from scratch if you have that kind of talent and patience)

When they were baking, you made a quick fruit salad and grabbed a treat for Titus and put that on a tray with a couple glasses of orange juice

When the cinnamon rolls were done, you plated enough for the both of you and brought him the tray

The surprised look on his face was the best part of your day

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Pretty You. (Stalker!Lee Know/Minho x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning (s): Non-Con, slapping, manipulation, spit kink, cum play, creampie. Both of you are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

10:00PM.

Minho glanced at his digital wrist watch as he watched the car reverse off the porch and away from the house. "Perfect…" The man grinned and walked to the other side of the living room, walking up the stairs and in his room before he entered the balcony, staring at the window of his neighbor's daughter. A sick smile made its way on his face as he held the grill securing it tight, the sight of her distracted form playing one of those console games that kids played. Her curtain and window were open as always, allowing the older man to watch as well as hear her with ease.

This wouldn't be the first time or the only way he'd be watching her. When the man wasn't busy with work to provide for himself, he'd always be watching her. The tracker he had put on her motorbike proved to be really useful for that purpose.

Minho stayed in the shadow of his balcony and quietly watched her for another hour or so before he decided that it was time.

.

Y/n had just gotten done gaming, exiting the Apex Legends lobby before turning her console off and switching it to TV, getting up and closing her window and curtains, walking to the bed before collapsing on it chest first, biting her lip before she got an idea.

Her mother had left for her nightshift and she didn't have anyone coming over. She had the whole house to herself until the next morning and that meant… freedom.

Letting out a whimper, Y/n stepped off the bed as she slowly slipped her shorts off, closing the door of her room before laying back in her bed and turning the TV volume on, creeping her fingers closer to her core to rub it. She loved the pleasure and feeling the rubbing provided so much. Although she never really had the courage to insert in herself as she feared it might hurt. But this… this was so good.

"A- Ah…" Y/n softly moaned while her cheeks turned pink. "T- This feels s- so good…" Her other hand softly palmed her breast over the shirt she was wearing. "I- I wish I had a m- man too… I- I want to be fucked so bad…" The girl whispered to herself, cheeks burning. "I wish I had a guy to get f- fucked~" her pretty lips were parted as she trembled from the pleasure.

Minho gulped as he watched the sight through the small creek between the door of her room and the frame, feeling his cock harden at the sight. It had taken him roughly 5 minutes to open the backdoor of their kitchen that opened the backyard. "You're such a naughty fucking girl, Angel." The man mumbled softly to himself, shaking his head with a smirk.

She seemed like such an innocent pretty little college girl. Always wearing cute little baggy outfits with her little spectacles and cartoon backpacks.

"I can grant that wish for you." Minho suddenly spoke out loud, pushing the door open before walking inside with a smirk on his face, causing the girl to let out a loud gasp from the sudden voice, her eyes growing wide.

"W- WHO-- WHAT THE HELL?!" Her hands placed in front of her dripping core as she flushed in embarrassment, blinking before her brain registered the male's identity. "M- MR. LEE?!" Minho was too busy trying not to drool at the sight of her luscious thighs.

He couldn't wait anymore. He needed her. Right here and right now.

"You're so fucking beautiful, babygirl." The man stepped closer to the girl now, slowly taking confident long strides towards her, eyes hungrily  trying to take in all her details. "But so, so naughty… tsk" Y/n's heart was thumping as she grabbed her table clock and flung it in his direction, cursing when he easily dodged it.

"FUCK!" The girl felt even more scared when he threw his head back and laughed maniacally. Bumping into her bedside table, the girl realised that she was trapped and her phone was on her bed. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOING TO JAIL!" Leaping in the phone's direction, the girl let out a shrill scream when the man beat her to it and grabbed it before she could, sickly calm.

"Looking for this, darling?" Minho dangled the device in his hand mockingly, raising an eyebrow while chuckling deeply, holding her by her side on the bed. "Tsk…" His hand was trailing down her side and on her thigh when she pulled her knee back and pushed her knee brutally up his crotch, making him scream out in pain.

“FUCK! YOU BITCH!” Minho’s grip needed only loosen for a moment to allow the girl to escape, bolting out the room and downstairs to try to escape. “OH SO YOU WANT TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK?!” The man laughed again, getting up and walking out the room in her search, taking long strides. “YOU BETTER HAVE HIDDEN WELL,PRINCESS! BECAUSE WHEN I CATCH YOU- HOHOH!” He loved the adrenaline boost this just gave him so much.

Y/n was gulping as she hid under a table besides the closet near the entrance of the house. He’d been way too quick to come downstairs, not granting her enough time to escape just yet. She had to wait for the right moment. Fuck.

Y/n couldn’t understand nor believe. What the hell? Was Mr. Lee in his right senses? Out of all the neighbours he was the most closed off and private one. And suddenly he broke into her house now?

“Are you hiding well, babygirl?” He sang out not very far from her, alert eyes scanning the whole house as he walked slow and steady, an insane smile on his face. “You do know that I’ll hear your little breaths really well, hmmm?” Her hand cupped at her mouth, tears streaming down her face out of fear. “As well as that panting little heart of yours?” Minho was clearly enjoying the chase.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have done what you just did, Angel…” His voice was low, deadly, as he watched. "I'll make sure you regret it. Because good little girls don't act like that. Tsk. Disrespecting Daddy?" Y/n's eyebrows furrowed but she said nothing, biting her lip anxiously while struggling to stay still.

It suddenly got terrifyingly quiet, causing her heart to pound even harder as she anxiously tried to locate him, letting out a loud scream when her foot was grabbed and pulled harshly from the other side out of nowhere, her body forcefully being dragged out. "Gotcha~" Minho was grinning down at the girl, raising her up in the air by her foot.

"Ah so you were preparing yourself for Daddy, hm?" Her screams and struggles didn't seem to bother him one bit as he easily carried her back upstairs while holding her upside down, only tossing her on the bed when they were in her room and crawling on top of her, not reacting to any of her screams or curses.

"You're so fucking pathetic." Minho chuckled as he grabbed both her hands in one of his before trapping them above her bed. "And now to wound the roaring little lioness" he was going crazy because of how she had nothing on her waist down that he desperately freed his own cock and aligned it against her wet entrance, grunting at how good she felt against his head. Even better than his imaginations.

"Fuck baby" not caring for her kicking legs at all, the male grabbed Y/n's cheeks with one of his hands, forcing them to open up her mouth before a releasing a lazy and long thread of spit, pushing coolly in the girl's pussy when the clear liquid hit her tongue, freezing her from the sudden act as well as the burning pain shooting up her core.

"Good girl." He smacked Y/n's face, making it turn to the side. "Now that is a good fucking girl." Before he spat on her lips this time, forcefully pressing his against them and going for a messy one, licking around her lips while biting them at the same time as if she was going to fade. This felt so fucking surreal. He prayed to whatever God there was our there that could hear him.

Please. Don't let this be a dream.

"See, babygirl? When you behave like a good girl like this and take my cock as you're supposed to, it's so much easier, isn't it?" Y/n's eyes were continuously producing tears, the hot liquid burning the sides of her face as they went trickling down one by one. "Tsk. You're such a whore" he slapped her again, twitching from how his fingers printed on his cheek. "So wet from being forced like this." His thrusts slowly sped up now, spitting on her face now before hitting her again.

"P- Please, D- Daddy… please, Daddy… don't hit me…" Her pussy clenched around him as she lifelessly stared at the ceiling,  completely seizing all struggle.

"But you hurt Daddy, baby." Minho kissed her red cheeks, letting go of her hands slowly before pushing her shirt up, groping and biting at her tits, licking around her slowly erecting nipples, one of his hands travelling down her core and towards her folds, rubbing on them to gather some of her pre-cum from earlier.

"D- Daddy… p- please… I- I'll be g- goot… p- please… p- please just don't h- hit me…" She spoke like a child, the memories from her childhood rushing back in which her stepfather beat her. "Please, Daddy! I won't tell mommy! I won't tell mommy! Please! I- I'll eat all my food! Plea-" looking down from the ceiling at a confused Minho, Y/n blinked. "M- Mr. Lee? W- Where is D- Daddy… p- please save me from D- Daddy… He will hurt me… I cannot tell m- mommy..." The man felt a shiver up his balls.

This was so fucking sick. He loved it.

"It's okay, baby…" Minho felt himself closer to his orgasm, kissing her softly on the lips. "Daddy is not here now, no one is. Only I am" the hair resting lazily on his forehead was covered in sweat. "Daddy left, yes yes, he did" he nodded when she asked him a tiny 'really?' and continued. "Daddy left me in charge. He said to tell you that I am Daddy from now on. But don't worry, baby. I won't hurt you. I'll only make you feel good" her whole body jerked upwards as she yelped when he suddenly hit her sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing exactly where his cock was pushing into her small slit.

"But you must be good in return, yes? Babygirl mustn't tell mommy…" Y/n shook her head with tears in her eyes, face covered in his red handprints, spit and sweat. "You must obey and do everything Daddy says without questioning. Babygirl is good, right? She will do all that for Daddy… right?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes, I am very goot. Sho goot…" Her small hands came to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin from the uncomfortable invasion in her pussy, his tip abusing her g-spot as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm. "Mommy mustn't ever know."

"Now be good…" Pushing his fingers that were coated with pre-cum in her warm and soft mouth, Minho rubbed them on her tongue. "Be good and taste yourself for Daddy… it's so sweet isn't it?" Y/n nodded obediently as she started sucking like a baby would on a feeder bottle, making sparks of pleasure go down his hold abdomen before he couldn't hold back anymore, moaning loudly when he felt himself ejaculating, changing his thrusts to short frequent ones as he intensely fucked into one spot, all his cum gathering there before Minho pulled out with a loud plop, jerking himself on her still while watching her swollen and bloody red folds drip of his seed, small strings that were still escaping his cock painting her pussy now. "Thank Daddy, baby" Minho panted as he admired the beautiful creampie that he'd caused.

"T- Thank you, Daddy…" Her previously stretched out hole was returning to size, winking at him from the sensitivity, his pulsation bringing more of his cum out and going down her crack.

"Thank you for what?" Letting go of his cock, the male firmly slapped her folds.

Y/n let out a pained moan, gulping. "T- Thank you f- for fucking m- me, Daddy…" The male smiled and nodded in satisfaction, pleasantly humming as he gathered his cum now, digging his fingers between her crack to get as much as possible, slipping them in her mouth before spitting from above.

"How does it taste, Angel?"

Y/n was choking and gagging only to cough more when he deepthroated her with his fingers, a devilish smirk on his face when he saw the obvious discomfort and disgust on his face. "V- Vewy… v- vewy nishe… T- Thank you, Daddy…" She said what he wanted to hear, making him nod before he smacked her again, gathering some more on his other hand before spreading it over her nipples, licking it off himself.

"Then don't make that disgusting whore face. Do you know how lucky you are that you have a Daddy that loves you so much, tsk?" Y/n was granted only a second to breathe when he pulled his fingers out, sucking at her nipples before biting down at it, pulling it with his teeth as the girl moaned, again pushing his now coated fingers in her mouth, closing her throat with them before thrusting his cock in her again.

The girl yelped as her eyes bulged open, pussy burning from the sensitivity and pain because Minho's cock was fucking thick, forcing her to expand. "Fuck baby. You're so fucking pretty." Spitting on her other nipple, the male proceeded to play with it as he just rested his cock in her for now, loving how his hot cum that pooled in her recently fucked cunt was hugging his cock.

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Calling them by their first name for the first time

Pairings: Hinata x Reader, Kageyama x Reader, Tsukishima x Reader, Yamaguchi x Reader

A/n I'm sure this has been done before, but I haven't seen one and I'm not trying to copy anyone intentionally. This is very self indulgent.

*All my opinion*

Hinata Shoyo

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He's hinted at wanting you to address him by his first name in the past

Little things like "Did you know XX's s/o calls them by their first name?"

Hinata thinks he's slick

The first time you call him by his first name is at his house tho

Purely accidental

It seemed less awkward to call him by his first name after dating for a couple of months now

So you're in the kitchen, baking who knows what with Hinata, and it just slipped out

"Shoyo can you hand me the measuring spoons?"

It dosent even register in your heads are first, Hinata handing you the measuring spoons and going back to reading the instructions.

And then he freezes and turns to you.

"Wait what did you say?" A smile creeps up on his face, eyes sparkling.

It's your turn to freeze as your brain replays what you said.

"Should I not call you Shoyo?" You frown slightly because it looks like he's about to tease you for it.

Hinata just nods his head no rapidly and gathers you in his arms.

"Y/n." He's smiling down at you and you realize what he wants.

"Shoyo." It's light on your tongue and Hinata just laughs softly and kisses your cheek.

"If you ever stop calling me Shoyo I'll riot."

Kageyama Tobio

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It was supposed to be a joke.

You were supposed to call him 'Tobio' and watch his face turn red.

Well, it did turn red but the rest of his reaction was so sweet.

You're cuddling on your bed, he had fallen asleep with you in his arms.

He woke up hours later, breathing softly, nose tucked into the side of your head.

Kageyama hadn't hinted or mentioned you calling him by his first name so it made you wonder what his reaction would be.

The situation was sweeter than you had expected

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"Tobio... Tobio?" You tried to kiss his jaw to wake him up, and it worked somewhat, his eyes opened and looked down at you, a sleepy smile stretching across his face.

"G'morning y/n." He either didn't hear you, it didn't register in his head, of he didn't care, which annoyed you slightly from the lack of response.

Either way Kageyama closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again.

"Tobio, you've gotta get up." His eyes opened slightly, and he planted a lazy kiss on your head.

"Let me enjoy this dream a little longer."

Then it hit you, he thought he was dreaming.

"Tobio you aren't dreaming." You kiss his cheek, giggling against it slightly as you feel his skin heat up under your lips.

He just groaned loudly in embarrassment and tried to tuck his face away to where you couldn't see it.

"Tobio." You sing song, and it's almost comical to see how quick his head turned.

"Again." His eyes are looking into yours, and you can her the genuine happiness growing.

"Tobio." He pulls you into his chest, and his exchange happens a couple more times, Kageyama's heart beating quickly every time you say his name.

"I didn't know I would like hearing my given name from your lips so much." It's whispered into the air like a secret and the butterflies ignite on your stomach.

Tsukishima Kei

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You didn't actually say his name

In fact, Tsukishima had asked for you to get something for him and you had just responded "K!"

He thought you said his name

like genuinely

Tsukishima was playing it so cool too, trying to act like it didn't affect him when really he was trying not to smile.

he's embarrassed when you say you weren't calling him

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"Y/n can you get me a water while youre in the kitchen?" You can't see his face but you can hear the smirk on his lips.

"K!" That's all it was, a shortened version of 'ok!'.

Tsukishima, trying to stop the growing smile on his face as he jogged to the kitchen where you were, believed you needed

"Did you need something?" He scared you by appearing so suddenly, leaning against the wall eyes wondering around to see what you needed his for.

You blink a couple times when trying to remember when you called him, but nothing turns up.

"I didn't call you?"

Tsukishima huffs, starting to think you were just joking with him.

"Yes you did, you said 'Kei' when I asked you to get me water..." His voice trails off as it clicks in his brain, cheeks reddening as he groans in embarrassment.

You stifle a laugh as you watch him go through some internal dilemma.

"Well now that you're here, can you get the cup off the shelf for me Kei?"

Tsukishima can't even hide the grin on his face was he gets the cup and hands it to you, mind replaying how you said his name so sweetly.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

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He was pouting because you had called one of your close friends by their first name

In all honesty, he was slightly jealous.

Yamaguchi didn't want to ask you to call him by his first name just because he was slightly nervous to ask

But he had decided to go on strike and not respond until you called him by 'Tadashi'

You just wanted his help on the math, but he ignored your calls.

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"Yamaguchi?" You poked him with your pencil to get his attention, just to be met with no response.

"Babe~" The pencil poking didn't stop, still eliciting no response, prompting you to lean over and kiss this forehead to get his attention.

The Yamaguchi in question not responding, even as his cheeks flush slightly under his freckles.

You sigh and think of what he might respond to, going through every nickname you've ever called him, just to be met with Yamaguchi continuing to do his math homework.

Not even a glance upwards.

"Tadashi...?" He didn't think you would do it, he was going to look up at the next nickname.

Yamaguchi's head snaps up, almost hitting yours in the process.

The two of you stare at eachother for a moment, before you laugh softly.

"I need help on math Tadashi."

It feels like Yamaguchi's heart is going to explode as he explains the concept to you, doing a problem to show you the steps.

"I wouldn't mind if you called me 'Tadashi' from now on." His ears are red as he smiles towards you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

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Oh man, Story and Carter…seems like she’s going to make the right decision for a 17 year old though. Without knowing if I’m right, I’m always happy when stories of shows of movies let their characters make that choice. There is so much pro-birth propaganda shoved in our faces and we hardly even realize it. Feel free not to post this if you’d prefer. I know it can be a touchy subject.

It's an extremely sensitive subject. But it is apart of life. Let's dive back into Story and Carter...

It Was Her Decision

Summary: What does Story do?

Pairings: Carter Baizen X Story Drysdale

Rating: Angsty and sensitive

Warnings: Mentions of a teenage pregnancy, mentions of abortion, breakup, angry/protective Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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You try to watch your daughter over the next few days. She completely avoided Ransom during the day, but at night she was crawling in your bed. Something she hadn't done for months, and now you know why. More than once you woke up to her crying into your chest, and you were unaware of what you needed to do, so you were just there.

That night after supper, Ransom already kicked back to watch TV while you were cleaning up in the kitchen, he stands to open the door, finding none other than Gregory, Lydia, and Carter Baizen, "We need to talk," Gregory informs Ransom.

"Okay, come in. What's this about?"

"Your daughter," Lydia looks around the house looking for Story but she spots you. "Where is she?"

Ransom confused looks between them, "You know very well that Aster is living with Scott in the city. What is this about?"

"Story. Where is she?"

Story hearing the commotion was already walking downstairs, and as soon as she sees Carter, he gives her a weak smile, but you see her heart soar, until her hands go to her stomach, and then she's sad all over again, "Story, I'm sorry for what happened the other night. I panicked I was scared. I shouldn't have said..." Carter pauses when he sees Ransom's grumpy face.

"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" his eyes look at you, and you're speechless. "Y/N, why are they here? And why is he talking to my daughter like they've seen each other recently?"

"I figured you would know. We're going to be grandparents," Lydia smiles over to Ransom and then back up at Story. Story's eyes find you before back at Ransom.

"Daddy, I'm sorry," but his eyes roll to meet Carter's.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her."

"I couldn't."

"She's seventeen years old. When did you have time..." he turns to look at Story, her hand fiddling with the diamond tennis bracelet. Finally catching on to where all the gifts had been coming from. Ransom had checked his statement multiple times and no high price tag items had been purchased. "How long?" the two of them silent. "HOW LONG?"

"Ransom, we shouldn't make Story upset in her condition," Lydia starts speaking softly to her, and Story walks quickly to your side. "I always knew one of you would be apart of our family."

"Mother stop."

"How long, Carter?"

"Eight months," Story gives him the tiniest smile, because he knew. "I came here on her birthday and gave her the bracelet."

"You weren't there," Ransom uses his low register voice, and you know he's holding back his anger, and you grip tighter to your daughter.

"It was after the party sir. I climbed...I went through her window."

Ransom takes a moment to breathe, his eyes looking at you before back to the Baizen's. "Ransom, there's no need to get worked up. We'll take care of her. Carter has a nice apartment, and has been looking for a house. They can be a family and make it work. We'll need to get you a doctor, how far along do you think you are dear? I heard there was a mistake with your birth control?" Lydia's cloying voice grates on your everlasting nerves.

You're surprised when it's Story that speaks up, "I don't need to see a doctor. There's...I'm not pregnant," with one glance at Carter you see a mixture of relief and pure sadness running through his mind.

"What do you mean? Y/N...what did you do?"

"She had an abortion. She wasn't ready."

Gregory laughs, "Should have known. She wasn't ready for a baby, but was ready to spread her legs."

"Father," Carter looks at his dad pissed, but it's Ransom that gets the final say.

"Get out of my house."

"For too long you two have acted better than us. We have watched your daughters whore around with my son. Did you not know where she was?" Gregory gives a smirk to Ransom and Carter backs away from his dad disgusted.

"Did it mean anything?" your husband's eyes are only on Carter. "Did it fucking mean anything to you?"

"Daddy."

"I should press charges on you."

"Daddy no!"

"I trusted you to protect my baby. And you're taking advantage of her. Bringing your parents here to bully her into being your housewife. I am beyond disappointed in you. I have looked at you like a son. We took care of you when your parents wouldn't. Let you into our home,"

"Ransom, stop it!" you see Carter's face fall with each word. Returning to that scared little boy that you just wanted to show love to.

"While your parents are treating her like a common whore, did they know she had never been on a date, never had a boyfriend, and she was still a virgin? Did it mean anything to you?"

Carter gives one look to Story, mouthing an 'I'm sorry' before standing up straight looking at Ransom, "No, sir."

Story's body crumbles in your arms and she cries out a pained, "You're lying."

"If I have to tell you three one more time to get out of my house, I'm calling the fucking cops. Get. Out. Of. My. House."

"You'll regret this Drysdale," Gregory spits before grabbing ahold of Carter's sleeve, nearly dragging the boy out of the living room. As soon as the door closes, Story dashes upstairs and you go to follow her.

"Not you," his voice growls at you.

"Ransom, my daughter needs me."

"She needed you eight months ago! You knew! You fucking knew about this, and you let him...she needed you," it's hard to look at Ransom, he's hurt, scared, and pissed. A deadly combination. "And then you...how could you?"

"It was her decision. He left her alone when she told him she was pregnant. She was scared. She was scared of you, scared that she lost her first love."

"You took her."

"IT WAS HER DESICION!"

Ransom's eyes fill with tears and he struggles to look at you, "You would have never done that."

"I wasn't seventeen years old."

"She's a baby."

You bite at your lip, your finger messing with your wedding rings, "Exactly. She's a scared baby, and you want to force her to have a baby?"

"No."

"Then quit acting like she's the worse person in the room. I'll take all the blame if that's what you want. I knew that Carter had been here. You did too," Ransom straightens up his face remembering when the two of you rushed back from your weekend getaway. "She said that he waited months before he would have sex with her," Ransom's face turns up in disgust. "She loves him, and he just left," you start to fall, but Ransom's arms catch you. "He left our baby alone and scared. He wasn't returning her calls, Ran, what did you expect her to do?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Can I please go see my daughter? She needs me."

"Tell her to get in our bed."

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