#i just need a bottom to wear with them around the apartment that isn't my full length pajama pants

[wcdonaldo]

the eternal question of "did I miss the season they have miniskirts in-store or do they not have them here because I need them plus-size"

[luveline]

How about Steve with a reader who already has a kid? Like they're in their twenties and she has maybe 2 or 3 year old. Her ex isn't in the picture so it's just her. Maybe the fic is Steve finally getting to meet readers son/ daughter. Maybe she has to leave their date earlier due to a babysitter problem and Steve just comes along with her and they spend the night together.

ty for requesting <3 mom!reader, 2k

“Try not to show fear,” you’re saying, your hand pulled tight against his. He savours the softness of it even as the concrete steps to your house force you apart. 

“I’m not scared.” 

“I’m just saying, Steve. Toddlers know when you’re scared.” 

“But I’m not scared.” Steve has handled worse than toddlers. If your kid is anything like you, this will be a walk in the park. 

You grin at him and give him one of your cute shrugs, though shyness he recognises from your first date stiffens your shoulders again as you open your front door. 

Your home is small. The first thing he notices is the cramped space walking in, the tight stairs, but the second thing he notices is the amount of life, photographs that deck the walls and colour everywhere, clothes folded and waiting to be taken upstairs, little shoes in a stand by an open bathroom door. 

“Melanie?” you call. “You okay?” 

Melanie appears in the door with a huge watery frown, who Steve assumes to be your young son smiling on her hip, unperturbed. “I’m so sorry.” 

She’d been incoherent on the phone, though eventually squeezed out that it was nothing wrong with Noah. Melanie’s boyfriend appears to have broken up with her over the phone. 

You scoop Noah off of his babysitter's hip, holding him with far more ease. He drops his face with affection to the curve of your bare shoulder. It’s a shame you and Steve had to come home —you’re wearing the nicest dress he’s ever seen. But not a shame, because Steve’s excited to meet the baby. 

You could’ve sent him home. He assumes this means some level of trust and, better, permanency. If all goes well, he might be able to ask you to go steady soon. He’d love to do it tonight. 

“Don’t worry, Melanie, you can’t help it if something bad happens, can you? I’m really sorry about your boyfriend. Do you need me to drive you home?” 

Melanie sniffles miserably. “No, that’s okay, I can drive. I’m sorry.” 

You rub her arm. “It’s okay, really. We were just gonna have dinner and head home.” 

Steve internalises his reaction to that tidbit well. Melanie gives him a sad smile and passes by, her shoes heavy and smacking as she leaves with a mumbled farewell. 

“She’s a little emotional,” you say sympathetically, before turning your attention to the sleepy kid on your shoulder. “Sorry, Noah, guess you’re stuck with mommy and her new friend. Do you want to say hi?” 

Noah lifts his head, following your hand where you point at Steve, a smile like yours on his lips. 

Steve genuinely isn’t scared of kids, he loves them, and he loves talking to them. “Hi, buddy. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You hum appreciatively. “Go on, say hi to Steve.” 

“Hi,” Noah says quietly. 

Your voice is different around the baby, not any less pretty but softer, and quieter. It has Steve lowering his own voice in an attempt to mimic you. “Hi, bud.” 

“He’s my new best friend,” you explain, ushering Steve closer, your hand touching gently to his shoulder. 

Noah’s even more your image now he’s closer, all your eyes and smile and brightness, but he’s got someone else’s nose, and he’s got a bad case of yawns. You laugh at his scrunched nose, wiping your thumb lightly over his bottom lip. “You want to go to bed, sweet boy?” you ask. 

“No… buppy.” 

“You want your buppy. Okay, I’ll get it for you.” You pull your arm through Steve’s. “Let’s go.” 

He laughs and goes happily. Your kitchen is empty compared to the hallway, it’s surprising, but then you open a cabinet for the aforementioned bubby and a couple of things come tumbling out. “Whoops,” you say, popping Noah down on the floor. “Can you put those away for me, please? Thank you.” 

Noah tries his best, but everything he puts in comes tumbling back out, earning a few high-pitched giggles. You crack the fridge open for a pint of cows milk. 

“He doesn’t have formula?” 

“No, you can give them whole milk after a year, but he doesn’t really need it anymore, it’s just to help him self-soothe at nighttime.” 

“Mom, I can’t do it,” Noah laughs. Steve thinks that great, that laughing. He could’ve had a tantrum (Steve wouldn’t blame him). 

Steve crouches down. “Can I help?” 

Noah gives Steve a smile, eyes squinting nearly entirely shut. “Yes.” 

“Okay, awesome. Looks like your mom needs more cabinets for all your stuff.” He starts to pick up the pieces. 

“I need a whole new house,” you say, filling the bottle about three quarters before sticking it in your microwave uncapped. You set the timer for fifteen seconds and prop your chin in your hand, elbow on the counter. Steve thinks it’s your best angle yet, your dress, your arms, the friendly smile you’re wearing that hasn’t once ebbed since the first date. It all gets his chest in a twist. 

He knows getting your baby to like him is make or break. And he really wants to give this a shot, you and him, you and Noah. He thinks you’d be good together. (Maybe he’s crazy and too forward, but you really are beautiful in your dress.) 

“How’s that?” he asks, closing the cabinet behind a tower of bottles and baby bowls.

“Perfect! Good job, baby,” Noah says, tapping Steve on the knee. 

Steve snorts. “Thank you.” 

“He’s going through a phase of saying everything I say,” you explain, yanking open the microwave to test the milk on the back of your hand. 

You deem the milk sufficiently warmed and offer Noah your hand, swiping a takeout menu from the fridge as you pass, and once again grabbing Steve by the arm to drag him along. He’s content to be dragged. You lead everyone into the living room, and he’s again surprised by how small it is. 

You catch his look. “Are you judging me, Harrington?” 

“What? No? Of course not.”

“Messing with you. There’s an extension out back, on the kitchen? That’s where I keep the rest of the toys.” You drop down onto the couch with a sigh. “Come here, babe, come cuddle with mommy.” 

If Noah weren’t in earshot, Steve would make a joke about how he hopes you aren’t talking to him. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t.

You lay back and Noah climbs up onto one side of you, his hands out ready for his bottle, while your arm stretches out for Steve. “Come ‘n’ sit.” 

Steve sits knee to knee with you. He’s not scared of kids, and he isn’t scared of you, either. He knows exactly what he wants, and he isn’t afraid to let you know it, taking your hand where it lies open on your thigh. 

“What were you gonna get?” you ask, nodding to the takeout menu. 

“I don’t know, I’ll have what you’re having,” Steve says. 

“What if you don’t like what I’m having?” 

“I’ll learn.” 

You tip your chin up at him, beaming. “Yeah? What if I like something completely unamerican?” 

“I gotta learn sometime, right?” He squeezes your fingers nicely. 

“Well, my Noah likes everything.” You kiss Noah’s forehead, stealing his attention from his bottle, bright eyes tracing your face and then your hand where Steve is rubbing the back of it. 

“Then he can have some of everything.”

You and Steve share a loving smile. Smiles smiles smiles, everybody’s getting on, this is the best sixth date anyone’s ever had, best date full stop, though your fifth date was a close second. You and Steve had spent hours together in a park in the city eating picnic foods and soaking in the sun together, your nose brushing off of his ribs, his jacket balled up under your head. He’d kissed you twice that night when you finally, sorrily had to go home, and you’d said, Aw, I really like you, as you held hands on the stoop. He should’ve asked you then to give it a proper go, but now he’s met Noah he figures it’s as good a time as any. 

“Hey,” Steve begins, clearing his throat, “would you–”

“Woh!” Noah shouts around the teet of his bottle. It falls from his lips. “We wiw hands,” he garbles, a bunch of baby flavoured gibberish as he leans over your stomach to cover your hand where it’s held in Steve’s. “Mom!” 

“What, babe?” 

“My hand!” 

“You’re not jealous, are you?” you ask with a laugh. 

“Mom!” he says, slapping your hands insistently with his own. 

Steve loosens your fingers, leaving a gap between your palms. “Quick, bud, put your hand in.” 

Noah climbs onto your leg and presses his hand into the fold, though he grows annoyed at the weird fit, and immediately starts to sniffle. Steve winces, but you’re used to it. “Aw, don’t start the waterworks. Come on, what happened to sharing? We’re good sharers.” 

Steve lets go of your hand. He’s reluctant, sure, but he doesn’t wanna be on anyone’s bad side. Noah cries for a few seconds like he’s forgotten why he’s upset, but he sees your open palm and the cog finishes turning. 

“Hold mommy’s hand,” you say, wiggling your fingers. 

Noah thinks about it. He ends up on his side across your leg staring at you, then at Steve, who smiles at him cheerfully. “He’s so handsome,” Steve says. “He has your face. Guess that’s why you’re so handsome, huh?” He shakes his head at Noah gently. “‘Cos you got all your good looks from your mommy.”

“He knows what that means,” you preen, leaning down to speak closer to Noah’s ear. “Don’t you? You’re my handsome boy.” 

Noah puts his hand in Steve’s with another tinkling laugh. 

“Oh! I see how it is, you wanna be Steve’s friend too. Can’t let me have anything for myself, can you?” 

“No,” Noah says cheekily. 

Steve collects Noah’s little hand in his. “Good!” he says. “You should get everything you want, just like mom.”

“Think so?” you ask. 

Steve nods. 

You cover Noah’s eyes with your hand and move up to press a quick kiss to Steve’s lips. “Like you?” you ask. 

Steve’s just stoked to have someone he likes actually like him back at the same level. Noah squirms away from your hand to squeeze Steve’s tighter. Two someones. 

“Like me,” he says, grinning. 

“Mommy, kiss!” Noah says urgently. “Kiss!” 

You pull your gaze from Steve’s. “Sorry, I’m sorry! Come here, baby, I’ll give you a kiss too. I guess I’m gonna be giving double the kisses I used to, my poor chapped lips.” You kiss kiss kiss Noah across the forehead. 

Steve flusters thinking about it, making a mental note to get you some chapstick. He’d go pretty crazy for a crown of kisses like that. 

[servicpop]

kinktober week 4 — impact play vallen ( ceo oc ) x bttm male reader

ⓘ riding crop use , basically pain kink , punishment , short

It started with dinner, you accidentally spilling red wine on Vallen's navy suit, — though he wasn't mad at all, he could easily afford five more if he wanted to — breaking a cup while trying to make yourself a drink, and then your overly clingy behaviour in his office while he was trying to finish paperwork for the night. Your audible groaning didn't help the countless pages of useless but important information he had to hand write.

You were draped over the couch Vallen had against one of the walls in his office, your head laying off the armrest turning your vision upside-down. Per usual, Vallen was sat at his desk with a pen in hand, quietly scribbling whatever he needed onto one piece of paper before moving to the other.

“Vallen, I'm so lonely can you please pay your boyfriend some attention?” There it was again, your whiny tone and your pouty lips chirping off about something Vallen didn't even care to listen to. But, just hearing your voice again broke his last straw.

Vallen abruptly pushed himself away from the desk, standing up with his back faced to you. From the absence of words, you knew he was pissed, and that was enough for you to sit up properly and fix up your posture. You heard the scraping of wood against wood as Vallen pulled open the bottom drawer from his desk, pulling out a long black stick with a fanned out edge.

The moment you saw him slap the edge against his palm, making that crackle noise, you realised that he was holding a riding crop.

The CEO turned around to face you, striding towards the couch where you sat with each footstep accompanied with the clack of his shoes against the polished wooden floors. There wasn't a frown on his face, nor did he have a monotone expression; Vallen wore an unsettling, sweet smile.

“Sweetheart I'm sure you're aware of how busy I am,” he cooes, carding his fingers through your hair, tucking back any fly-aways behind your ear. You shudder from the oddly soft touches despite the vein thats straining on his forehead. He brings the black riding crop to your cheek, gliding the leather along your skin.

“All you've done today was annoy me, isn't it time I teach you a lesson, hm?” His voice was dangerously smooth, like faux fur on an expensive coat. You don't have the heart to reply so you just swallow your words.

“Lay down across my lap,” Vallen drops an octave and the smile drops from his face. He leans back against the velvet couch, a knuckle pressed against his cheek as he waits for you to bend down. He looks down at you as if you were a tiny mouse and he was a cat with sharpened claws.

You would be a fool if you didn't obey, so you did, almost instantly laying down over his knees. He brings your hands behind your back, slipping off the tie he was wearing to bind your wrists together in a tight bow. You were just like a present on Christmas, bound with a little bow and waiting for Vallen to tear apart.

His fingers slid underneath the back of your pants, brushing against the small of your back before he pushed them down all the way to your ankles. He didn't bother fully taking them off.

He brought the riding crop to the mound of your ass, caressing your skin with small circles before he brought it up and slammed it down on your tender flesh. A surprised yelp tumbled out of your mouth as you flinched upon impact, wincing at the sting.

“Count, prince,” He corrected, using his free hand to slip down the crack and to your puckered hole. “Use your words.”

The tips of his fingers nudged at your opening, pushing past your tight rim to slip one finger in. He brought the crop up again and smacked it down, sending ripples through your now reddened cheek.

“T—Two,” you manage to choke out between whimpers. The sting made you squirm, instinctively trying to apply pressure to the 'wound.' As your hands attempt to wriggle out of its confinements, Vallen smacks your wrists with the tool, earning another pained gasp from you.

He clicks his tongue in disappointment while his fingers push up against your pelvic bone, sinking his finger into your tight channel.

“You're getting so red,” He chuckled hollowly, tracing the red marks on your skin with the leather, “I told you, it really is your color.”

Vallen leaned his head down to kiss your wrists before he moved the crop over your ass again. He delivered another smack, the sound piercing through the otherwise silent room. Your knees instinctively bend up as your legs squirm from the pain similar to a burn under your skin.

Vallen takes the opportunity to slip a second finger inside, his ring finger accompanying his middle. He doesn't move them, he keeps his fingers completely still inside of you, letting your muscles contract and clench down on them with each hit to your sensitive skin.

“Three,” you sob out, tears brimming your eyes as the pain builds up. His fingers are tormenting you, buried so deep that just a slight nudge of his fingers could get you writhing in pleasure. Vallen sets the riding crop down for a minute, sliding his fingers under your adams apple to lift your face up.

“Poor boy, let's switch it up.” Vallen's voice is full of sugar, like molasses dripping off his tongue. It made your throat clog and your stomach ache as if you really did eat something overly sugary.

He hoists you up by your torso, letting your knees bend and your calves press against the back of your thighs in a sitting position. He marvels at your pink cock flush against your lower stomach, letting out a small condescending chuckle.

“Why are they closed, dear?” he tuts, shaking his head disapprovingly as he places a hand on each of your knees, delicately pulling them apart. He fishes the riding crop from the couch, holding it firmly in his palms; he doesn't do anything with it just yet. His free hand makes it's way to cradle your cheek, dipping his thumb past your pink lips and into your mouth. You're sitting taller than him at the moment due to the fact that you were on your shins while he had both feet flat on the floor.

Vallen lets you suck his finger for a second and he can feel your warm, wet tongue over the pad of his thumb. He looks up at you with such bedroom eyes, dipping his head down to press a quick kiss to your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. Your body tenses up at the light touch to your now hardened nipples, and Vallen takes advantage of the distraction.

He brings the leather of the riding crop to your tip, thwacking it with enough force to get you to whine and flinch but not enough to wholeheartedly hurt you. He lets the crop linger on the slit of your cockhead before he lifts it up slowly to peek at the underside of it.

“You're making such a mess” he muses, observing the dampness of the flap from the pre-cum bubbling from your urethra. It's smeared all over the material, creating a sticky mess all over yourself and the tool.

He uses his index finger to slide along the slit, gathering all the fluid on his finger before he shamelessly wipes his fingers clean on your stomach.

“How many is that now?” he questions you while pulling your shirt up and above your head, revealing your perky chest, untainted with red as of now.

“Four,” you hiccup, the pain made you fidgety but the pleasure kept you grounded. You saw the gradual color change from a lighter pink to red on your skin. You let out a choked moan when Vallen smacks your dick with the crop again, sending shockwaves of pain through your veins.

It hurts so bad that it's good.

Vallen's non-dominant hand seemed to be contradictory to the one holding the tool. He gently caressed and patted the supple skin of your chest, soothing you with honeyed touches. Vallen leans his face in closer to your skin, littering small kisses over your clavicle and latched his mouth onto one nipple.

“V—Vallen, don't,” you whine out, struggling with your restraints as you attempted to try and push him back. He knew you were weak where your chest was, and it was confirmed with the way your breathing elevated.

Your words fell to dead ears nonetheless, his hand gingerly twisting and flicking your buds while he kissed the other. The riding crop in his hands dragged up from the bottom of your stomach all the way to the nipple Vallen's mouth was previously tormenting.

He places the flap flat along your pink bud before hitting it harshly. Your body instinctively jerked back and a pained cry punched out of your throat as your chest slowly reddened.

“Too harsh? Is it too sensitive up here?” He feigned concern, cooing at you like a child. He moves his hand to rub your nipple soothing before delivering a lighter smack to it again. It was all raw and achy; you'd definitely need to place bandages over it for the next few days from how sensitive it'll get.

The dragging of leather down and up your length so teasingly was undoubtedly kindling a fire in the pit of your stomach. The cold leather slicked with your own fluid was so erotic, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin from the ticklish feeling.

“Val— wait, wait–!” Your words are all chopped up as Vallen slaps the area where your balls meet the underside of your cock, the hit sending ripples down your spine, making you bend forward and slam your legs shut. The tingling sensation was enough to pull you off the edge and you could feel your thighs convulse and that familiar feeling of an orgasm well up in your balls.

“That's my good boy,” Vallen's seductive tone rings through your ears and you're wriggling in the tie wrapped around your wrists, letting out a muffled whine through your throat. Your eyelashes flutter rapidly before your body can't hold it in anymore as you empty out your load.

The weight lifts from your balls and leaves you panting, body slumped and aching. The afterfeeling of the slaps started to sting and tingle.

You can't even bring your mind to realise the mess you made on Vallen's clothing, white splayed out across his thighs. Through dazed eyes you see him move his hands behind your back, untying you from the grasp of his tie.

“You won't bother me while I'm working again?” he asks, and he expects you to reply with a 'yes.' He slips a hand to your cheek, wiping away any stray tears that escaped from your tear ducts.

“I've learnt my lesson,” you mumble against the warmth of his palm, nuzzling into the affectionate gesture.

“Good.”

[the-cat-ara]

My fandesign portal 2

GlaDos

She is connected to the mainframe, but she can be separated from it thanks to cables that serve as extensions, but they are not so long that she can take a walk around the facility (not that she needs to leave her room or is interested in doing so) the only thing that would prevent her from being able to move freely away from her mainframe is having cores connected to it or when a core transfer occurs, either of these situations activates a latch that is on her back, taking away her mobility at the same time, in case she is separated from the mainframe the cables will start to retract pulling her back to the mainframe (recommendation, do not force or you will cause damage to the circuits). She is equipped with Long Fall Boots

Her hands and arms have the ability to project holograms, usually small (although the size of the hologram can also increase if she projects with two or more hands) she uses them to view important information and files. also to monitor test subjects, she can also record herself but it's not a function she uses

(as an added bonus I was thinking that where the projectors would be on her arms I was thinking of making it where they connect to the personality cores, but it would be too easy for her to rip them out from there so I discarded the idea completely).

Intelligence Dampening Core (Wheatley)

on him back him panel with the Aterture Science logo can be opened to connect to panels or transfer rails, but also cables can be connected to him back at the bottom, but it is mostly for battery recharging or simple data transfers, in case you want to transmit more complex data or check the core database you will need to open her back panel, you can also connect pendrives XD

him hands and feet have emergency connectors and magnets, in case when connected to the glados mainframe she tries to reject them or remove them by shaking, but him main connector as personality core is the one near the neck on her sword

he is very light, surprisingly light, which makes it easy to be connected to her rail and to move on it quickly (also to be carried by a person). He is is equipped with Long Fall Boots

normally cores have the serial number engraved on the side of their chest but wheatley and Rick seem to be one of the few cores with a proper name, maybe it was just a whim of one of the researchers who let them keep a proper name or simply gave them those names.

in their deteriorated state, their arms fall off or stop working for short periods of time (along with his tik in the eye, it was all caused by the microbot Jerry).

his exposed wires are a constant risk of an explosion or his circuits melting, so he may just be a bit more nervous than usual when he remember this

he still has his flashlight function in his eye, his head (and that of all the cores) can be detached from his body (that's how his head ends up in GlaDos' body XD) if his head isn't connected to anything he can still continue to have control over his body

Adventure Core (Rick)

to begin with, as in the game all the cores are the same in terms of design…. More or less, the variations are in the location or number of handles, and their characteristic color, in Rick's case he has an extra crank on his neck.

Some scientist thought it was funny to simply give him a cowboy hat (I also leave a drawing without his hat just in case).

apart from that, all the cores have the same functions as mentioned above with Wheatley

Fact Core

the data core has a unique crank on its hips, unlike the other cores that have a crank on each side of the hip, it also has a little bow that someone from the staff put on it, he likes it, he says it goes with his intellectual tone, his serial number was erased with time and the wear and tear of his paint.

Space Core

the space core has a glass helmet, he thinks it is a space helmet but it is just a noise muffler as he always seems to talk shouting which annoyed some people, I think at this point the scientist who stuck all those decals on him was fired or maybe something worse? either way it doesn't seem to bother him, he is capable of sticking more on if he could find more decals of course, his serial number was also erased by the wear of the paint

What also differentiates it from the other cores is that it has more battery than the rest, due to its restlessness, its battery is usually consumed faster, if it had the same amount of battery as the others it would have to be recharged several times.

Chell

she still has the same design, I just added some scars on her arms; some are from burns, scrapes, and bullet impacts from turrets.

WheatDOS or Wheatle in the body of glados

He still has the same functions as GLaDOS, only he doesn't know how to use them properly. I can only imagine him as a dad trying to use a phone for the first time, just clicking on the first thing he sees without bothering to read. The only function he learned to use was recording himself, and he loves to have that omnipresent villain vibe.

He has difficulty walking due to GLaDOS's high heels (he pretends to know how to walk gracefully in them, but his heels have bent in so many ways that if he were human, he would need surgery to walk again)

Just like with the Aperture Laboratories logo, which he replaces with his name, he crosses out GLaDOS's name on his chest and simply writes his name with a blue marker. When GLaDOS sees this, she scolds him for daring to vandalize her body.

He also changes his lab coat to one that is more fitting for a villain, so he decides to dye it a dark color (this also annoys GLaDOS; he just keeps adding reasons to her list of "reasons to kill him")

statures

all cores have the same size, so just add Wheatley to the size comparison picture

I wouldn't know how to express their heights with numbers so I'll just leave you with the guys standing side by side.

statures but with wheatle in the body of glados

here wheatley is still smaller than glados despite being on his body XD

Well, I think that would be all the information on these designs; more than data, they were like random ideas, haha.

I apologize for the bombardment of information and the excess of text and thoughts I had for each design.

I don't know if the Portal/Portal 2 fandom is still alive (from 2011 to 2024, that's a long time💀💀💀), I have the bad habit of getting into fandoms too late, haha, but I hope you like it.

In the future, I plan to make humanized versions (well, I already have Wheatley's ready, but it needs some touch-ups, XD).

If you have any other questions you want to know about them, feel free to ask; I will gladly answer your questions! :D!!

[obsessivestar]

'What If It's All A RomCom?' - A Ted Nivison X Reader

{{-Ooooh we gettin' juicy in Chapter 5 folks, next one might be a lil' spicy ;^))). If you wanna catch up on how we got here, I'd recommend starting at Chapter 1 and go from there! All old *AND* new Chapters will always be linked at the very bottom ♡ Thanks so much for bein' here and enjoy! :^) -}}

//General Warnings: 18+ fic, Reader implied to be afab and under 5'5.

Chapter Warnings: Heavy language, implied sexual thoughts ig

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Chapter 5: You're Going To Be Trouble.

The rest of that day on set was spent filming a few more scenes with the extras. I found it a little strange at this point that we had filmed almost nothing with some of the main characters. Turns out, some of the extras could only be up here for the first week, so Tanner was getting all of the filming done with them first. It was fine by me, I needed a little break after that first kiss anyway.

God, that first kiss.

We did too much, I know we did, but...I can't say I regret it. Not at all. Ted was a better kisser than I was expecting. Suddenly, I find myself wanting to be one of 'the homies' he claims to smooch up so much. Truthfully, I know I shouldn't be feeling this way. Joseph seems to be cool with the idea of Ted and I fooling around now, but maybe he wasn't wrong before. I couldn't relax for the kissing scene until we were alone, and then I practically jumped on him. Tanner admitted it wasn't what he was expecting, but he liked it anyhow. Still, these feelings are starting to affect my job. What even are these feelings?

They could just be coming from the film, right? What if this isn't real? Or even worse, what if it IS real? Ted seemed to be struggling just as much with that kiss, not to mention all that flirting. Does he feel this tension as harshly as I do? What if we do find some twisted way to sleep together? What happens when it's a wrap on the whole film?

What if we have to part ways?

What if I don't want to?

I lay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling like I had done yesterday, once again thinking about Ted. All of these thoughts are racing through my mind, and I can't properly grasp any of them. When I close my eyes, I just see Ted kissing me. I feel his hands around my waist, I feel his stubble against my fingertips, his lips refusing to part from mine, his implied desire to go further, 'be louder'. I take a deep breath, breathing out through my mouth to calm myself. Even if all I do is kiss the guy for the next 2 and a half weeks, I'll be thinking about it every night. I know I will.

I wake the next morning to the sound of a lot of people moving around downstairs. Many members of the film crew were searching the entire living room. Some had lifted up the sofa, some were looking around the kitchen, moving cameras, practically pulling the place apart. I could see Tanner, Joseph, and Dan were helping out, Joe especially. He seemed upset.

"Is there a fucking bomb somewhere in the house?" I asked with a chuckle, coming down the stairs to walk to Joe. "What's happened?"

"Your clothes are gone." Joe admits with a frown, rummaging through some of the kitchen cupboards. He must've been desperate if he was looking through the kitchen for clothes.

"Uh...no they're not?" I furrow my brows in confusing, gesturing upstairs. "They're...in my room, I just changed."

"No no no no, the ones I brought. Your film wardrobe. They're just--they're just gone." Joe groans, closing some of the kitchen cabinets. Uh oh. That's over half of my clothes for this trip. My personal suitcase was way smaller than the one Joe had brought and had barely a week's worth of clothes in it. We had spent days getting all of those other outfits together for 'Kara', and I was supposed to take it all home when the film wrapped. Everything I was going to wear for the next 2 and a half weeks were gone.

"Alright, we've checked...literally everywhere. I even went outside.." Ted approached Joe and I, wearing a baby blue t-shirt and some brown slacks kept up by a nice black belt. I believe this fit was one of his own. I could tell. Ted had a nice sense of style. "I didn't leave it outside." Joe huffs, crossing his arms as he leans back against the kitchen counter. "It was down here by the kitchen, away from the camera's, in a bag."

"...It was in a bag?" Tanner asks from across the room, stretching his neck out a bit so he could see us. "Yeah, the suitcase I had it in fucking broke when I brought it upstairs last night, so I had to put it all in a bag until our hangers came in." Joe explained, running his fingers through his hair. "I couldn't drag it up the stairs by myself so I left it in here."

Tanner frowned, coming over to join the 3 of us in the kitchen. "What kind of bag?" Tanner asked with a nervous smile, gesturing his hands out in front of Joe.

"I had to throw them in--" I see realization hit Joe like a ton of bricks, his expression changing from frustration to near anguish. "I'm a fucking idiot."

"What?" Tanner frowns again. "You're not an idiot."

"I'm an absolute fucking idiot."

"Why?"

"Tanner?"

"Yeah?

"Did the garbage get taken out today?"

"Yeah."

"The garbage was her clothes."

"...OH..."

Joe places both of his hands over his face and moves his finger up into his hair to pull at it with another groan, a frustrated smile and a chuckle leaving him. I honestly felt pretty guilty, even if I had nothing to do with this. Maybe if I hadn't been the first to turn in for the night, I would've been able to offer to put the bag in my room.

"How many outfits we talkin'?" Ted asks, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Like...10? I think?" Joe answers, shaking his head and swallowing thickly, making an audible 'gulp' noise. "I don't know man--I'm just--I'm overwhelmed. I'm fucking sorry."

"No no, it's okay, we can fix this.." Ted speaks to Joe in a comforting tone, holding his hands out with his palms pointed to the ground. "We're literally 5 minutes away from the city, we can get new clothes, right?" Ted asks, turning his wrists in a little shrug.

"I'm not letting either of you front any of those costs." Joe replied, shaking his head. "Oh, they don't have to." Tanner chimes in, looking at Joe. "I got an emergency credit card literally for when something like this was gonna happen."

"Emergency credit card?" I repeated, furrowing my brows again.

"Yeah, it's got a little under a thousand in it right now." Tanner explained, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his worn leather wallet. "I signed up for it a couple weeks ago just in case we needed it. My instructor recommended it."

Joe and I look at each other and I smile at him. I see a sense of relief wash over his body, but he's still a little reluctant. "Tanner, I--I don't want to spend a thousand of your money because of my fuck up."

"See, that's the best part: It's technically not my money. It's the school's." Tanner smiled, pointing at Joe. "As long as it's related to this film and I can prove it was an emergency, they cover it."

Joe gives a humorous smirk and shrugs. "OK that's different, I'm OK spending your school's money." He chuckles, getting a laugh from Tanner.

After informing everyone to stop the search, the 4 of us have a talk and agree to split up for the day. Tanner and Joe will stay here and take the time to get some of the last solo shots with the extras done and over with, and Ted and I will head out in his Tacoma once again to go outfit shopping. In reality, Joe could've been the one to go with me, but he lied about wanting to watch Tanner be a director. I know he was lying because he winked at me as Ted was busy putting a long sleeved brown shirt on. It was meant to be a little chilly today anyways.

As soon as we stepped out, it was just Ted and I once again.

After pulling out of the driveway, we're once again on the road to head into the city. It's a Friday, so the roads are a bit more packed than usual. At one point we even ran into some traffic, which caused Ted and I to start an out of the blue conversation detailing interesting facts about each other. I had told him a few interesting things about myself, but boy did I feel boring compared to him. He told me all about some of the things he had done for YouTube content, like his trips to the Rainforest Café and Margaritaville with Eddy, his 400mg Nerd Rope incident, when he watched all the barbie movies, all of It. Anything I said, he'd immediately upstage me. But the one thing; the one thing that surprised me about him the most was...

"Your whole name is Theodore?"

I turn my head to look at Ted as he kept his eyes on the road, or more like on the still SUV at the red light in front of us. "Theodore Nivison.."

"Junior, too. I'm the sequel." Ted grins, glancing at me for a moment. "I almost introduced myself to you as 'Theo', actually, but I figured Tanner had already told you about me."

"Oh yeah, that would've made you sound even more like a prick."

"Well, see, I had this idea that I needed to be charming, but now I see you're a fucking wench, so.."

"Wench!?" I start laughing, tilting my head back. This mother fucker. He does not need to be this funny. He can't be handsome and funny. It isn't fair. "You're a fucking tool, Theodore"

"Oh I hate hearing my full name in your voice." Ted cringes playfully. "Don't do that."

"I'm gonna start calling you Theodore now."

"Please, don't. I'll take 'Theo' and 'Teddy', those are fine."

"I thought you didn't like Teddy?" I make my voice sound a little higher and lean my arm against the storage compartment between us, batting my eyelashes at Ted. He turns his head to look at me and say something, but he pauses. Our faces are close again and I think I see him blush for a moment, but he rolls his eyes and turns his head away to look out the front window again. "I don't mind it from you."

"Awe, Theodore! You do care!"

I'm giggling to myself in the passenger seat as the light turns green, adjusting myself so I'm fully seated. Ted gives me playful smacks on the arm before he starts driving again, pestering me to be quiet as he drives. I'm lightly whacking at his hand whenever he tries to pester me, giggling like an absolute fool. I just love messing with him. I absolutely love messing with him.

We drove around for a little bit, trying to decide where to go to get these clothes. We didn't want to spend hours and hours going from store to store and we certainly didn't intend to max out Tanner's card, even if it wasn't his money. Ted mentioned that he usually just goes to Old Navy, so we settled on there. The closest Old Navy was in a strip mall, so we had to find a parking spot and walk around inside for a little bit just to get to it. A lot of the smaller stores we passed by were either completely empty or closed down entirely, yet there were a lot of people walking around just for the food court. Valid.

"You wanna get lunch after?" I ask Ted, glancing up at him as we walk. He's so tall. "You askin' me out?" He remarks with a smirk. "I'm asking if you're hungry. I'm hungry."

"...Yeah, I could eat, but not here." Ted agreed with a little shrug, slipping his hands in his pockets. "I'll take us somewhere better later."

"Not the Rainforest."

"...Alright, but you're no fun."

We spend the entire late morning and half of the afternoon together in that mall. The entire time we're joking with each other and laughing together. It felt like it did on the very first day when we had to get breakfast: little to no tension, just good vibes and even better chemistry. As much as I enjoyed getting weak in the loins by his charming looks and deep voice, I also enjoyed just casually getting along with him. I enjoyed having this friendship

This friendship has A LOT of sexual tension in it, but still, I like being his friend.

I had tried on a TON of clothes at that Old Navy. Turns out, not a bad place to shop. They had some sort of flash sale going on, so we got a lot more than just 10 simple outfits. Even Ted had decided to buy a new shirt, letting me help him decide between a few before we'd pay for our stuff and leave. We took a lot of photos, too. At one point, Ted had completely underestimated if whether or not a shirt would fit me. I came out of the dressing room with it about half on. It barely covered my bra and completely showed my midrift. There was no way I was able to pull it down, I looked like an overgrown toddler. I looked ridiculous, but man, were we laughing about it. At another point, we accidentally took the long way back around to the entrance we came in from, so we passed by a fairly busy Victoria's Secret. Ted sneakily moved over to a full set of pink lingerie and held it up to his body, gesturing over at me with a humorous smirk.

"You're not buying that for me." I snicker, crossing my arms at me. "It's for me, bitch!" Ted remarks with a cringey, feminine lisp, hooking the lingerie back up where it belonged to scurry back to me before being seen. I laughed hard enough for my voice to start echoing across the mall. Everything he did today was making me laugh. Even when we were leaving the mall and I realized Sweet Escape was playing, Ted was making me laugh with his...unique idea of dancing. Maybe he liked making me laugh, I don't know. I wasn't complaining.

We get back to Ted's tacoma just before it starts raining. Ted has to rush to throw all of the new clothes in the backseat before he can get in, some of the rainwater weighing down his tall hair a little as he sits down in the driver's seat and closes his door with a huff.

"Look at us, getting caught in the rain." I grin at Ted, watching as he ran his fingers through his now damp hair. "Yeah, super romantic, I'm sure.". Ted playfully scoffed, starting up his truck to pull out of the mall parking lot. He'd drive a little slower once the rain would pick up, keeping his eyes on the road. This particular drive was quiet, but that changed once we parked by the restaurant we were planning to get lunch at.

"No way am I walking in that.." Ted speaks, taking his seatbelt off so he can relax back against his seat. "I don't think it'll last much longer." I reply, taking my seatbelt off as well. "It's probably just a passing storm. We can just kill time.." I lean forward to look up through the front window, trying to see how dark the clouds above us are.

"That works, got a question for you anyway." Ted spoke, shifting his body a little so he could face me more comfortably. I gesture at him to let him ask his question, checking my phone's weather app to see how long the storm was estimated to last.

"Why couldn't you kiss me yesterday?"

I stop scrolling through the weather app to look at Ted, raising a brow at him with a smirk. "From what I can remember, I had no problems kissing you yesterday.."

"Yeah, once we were alone." Ted smirks at me, tilting his head a little when I didn't give an immediate answer. I stare back at him for a moment before adjusting in my seat to face him more, leaning a bit against the storage space between us once again. "You couldn't kiss me either." I smirk back at him, squinting a little as if to examine him. "You're the one that said you could kiss the--"

"Yeah I know what I said, 'pretty lady' I know. I know." Ted interrupted me, holding his hand up in between us. "I'm asking you, I have my own reasons."

"And what reasons are there?"

"I'm asking you, princess. Don't dodge around it."

"No no no, now you've got me curious."

"I don't fucking care what I've got you, I'm not telling you shit until--"

"You're the one that was supposed to give the tell, Ted."

Ted and I lock eyes once again, my smirk turning into a knowing smile. It's true. All of those nerves? Ted technically started it. At first, Ted was too nervous to give the tell on camera so Tanner wanted us to do a practice kiss. That's where I was personally messing up.

"Why couldn't you kiss me, Theo~?"

Without even realizing, my eyes linger down to his quaint blush toned lips, quickly darting my eyes back up to meet his once more. Did he notice? I hope to god he didn't notice. I had been thinking about that first kiss for nearly an hour last night, but being alone with Ted makes me think about it again. My stomach feels fluttery just looking into his eyes. I have to hold back the urge to giggle anytime he smiles at me. Part of me even wants to kiss him right now.

Ted's silent smirk turns into a charming smile, raising his chin a little.

"...I don't think it needs to be said at this rate, does it?" Ted finally responds, his eyes seemingly searching my face. That certainly isn't going to help the butterflies in my stomach, but it's the closest thing I'm probably going to get to a clear answer about Ted's feelings, at least for now.

"Well...I guess we're both disappointments, then." I say, resting my chin on my hand.

"Guess so.." Ted shrugs lightly, keeping his gaze on mine. I glance at his neck before looking at his face again.

"You're going to be trouble for me, aren't you?" I ask in a gentle voice.

"I kinda hope so, yeah." He grins back at me, lowering his chin to fully meet my gaze. "That's what I'm goin' for."

The sun's harsh rays slowly move over to practically light up the inside of the truck, revealing that the storm had finally passed. I wonder what would've happened if that storm had lasted just a little bit longer. I probably would've kissed him. God, I wanted to kiss him.

Ted and I finally exit his Tacoma to go inside and grab some lunch, deciding to dine-in despite knowing we had been out longer than anticipated. I brought this up to Ted, but he assured me Tanner wouldn't care. I'm starting to think Tanner and Joe are trying to set us up. Even as Ted and I sit at our booth and continue to talk casually about ourselves, I get a sense that Ted and I have a timer between us. I don't know what it's counting down to, but either this tension is going to just fizzle out as harmless flirting and we go our separate ways, or it's going to explode in our faces. Yesterday's kiss makes me feel like it's going to be the ladder.

I had a big storm of my own on it's way.

After lunch, Ted and I returned to set with everything we had bought, plus some leftovers for Tanner. Joe and I spent the rest of the evening getting all of the outfits together, making sure to keep them all hung up in my room this time. Next thing I know, the day is over and I'm once again in my room, just looking over social media on my phone. I'm wearing a flowy nightgown to bed tonight with only pajama shorts on underneath, but I'm comfortable, even though it's late. I probably should've put my phone down an hour ago, but it was hard to fall asleep. It sounded like everyone else was out cold, it was dead quiet out there.

Suddenly, there's a knock at my bedroom door.

I look up from my phone, furrowing my brows a little. Who could that be? Joe?

"Yeah?" I ask in a confused tone, resting my phone in my lap.

"Can I come in for a bit?"

Holy fuck

It's Ted.

At my door.

At my fucking door.

"...Why?" I ask, sounding even more befuddled. Ted responds back with something, but I can barely hear him over the door. "Open the door, I can barely hear you."

Ted slowly opens the door, in the same blue shirt he was wearing earlier with some sweatpants on instead and a laptop in his free hand. "Tanner fell asleep in my bed and his door is locked."

"How did Tanner fall asleep in your bed?"

"We were playing Smash Bros on his switch and he--he just conked out, like magic."

As ridiculous as that would sound to the average person, I believed him. Tanner does just fall asleep sometimes. It's funny.

"What does his door being locked have to do with this?" I ask, pointing down.

"Well, I was gonna just take his bed, but I can't get in."

"Uhh-" I let out a nervous chuckle. "You're not fucking sleeping in here, weirdo."

"No, I--keep fucking dreamin', alright? I just need a space to rest my back while I finish this script. I'm sleepin' downstairs."

"Why can't you work downstairs?"

"Because that couch fuckin' sucks. Can I chill here for a bit or not? Like an hour, tops."

I let out an annoyed huff and roll my eyes, patting the empty spot on the bed beside me.

"Thank you." Ted mockingly bows at me before entering the room, closing the door behind him. I scoot a bit further away so he has more room, watching as he sits down next to me and stretches his legs out in front of him, placing his laptop in his lap.

"I don't see how the couch sucks." I shrug, looking down at my phone again. "It was pretty comfortable the other day."

"Oh cool. Can I steal your bed for the night, then? You can take the fuckin' couch." Ted looks over at me with an amusing smirk.

"Oh now you wanna sleep in my bed?"

"Not if you're yappin' in it."

"I wasn't yappin' in it till' you started fuckin' yappin' in it."

"Well now we're both yappin' in it when I need to be yappin' up my fuckin' work, princess. Quit your yappin."

"I'll stop yappin' when you stop yappin'."

"Alright."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

I let out a huff as I hold back the urge to laugh, but Ted starts laughing quietly, making me start chuckling as well. I shake my head to myself, lightly wiping my eyes.

"God, we never stop, eh?" I chuckled, looking at Ted again. "No, I don't--I don't think we can sometimes." Ted admits with a grin, running his fingers through his hair briefly before returning to his laptop, scrolling through what looked to be a long page of words before moving to the bottom to start typing again. I look back at my phone and smile to myself. I'm so comfortable with this man. It's a little jarring to me sometimes, but I am.

Ted works quietly alongside me for a few minutes. I'm scrolling through Instagram with my audio muted, so the only sounds are Ted's fingers clicking down against his laptop keyboard and the occasional hum that leaves him. After a little while, the clicking stops, and he decides to spark another conversation. Writer's block gets the best of us, I suppose.

"What do you think about filming so far?" Ted asks me, turning his head once again to look at me. I like the way the laptop is illuminating his face. "I've really enjoyed it." I admit with a soft smile, settling my phone down in my lap once more. "I like...how challenging it's been, y'know? I wasn't expecting this to be the easiest thing in the world or anything, but the amount of problems we've had to solve and the anxieties I've had to push through...it's all been fun. I'm having fun."

"Yeah, it's been a ride for sure, so far.." Ted nods at me, lightly licking his bottom lip. "I've liked getting to hang with Tanner and Joe again, I got to meet you, Dan's a little strange at times but I think he's openin' up. I think he's chill. I like this....tight little group we've developed. I like it. Um..."

Ted pauses for a moment, glancing at his computer screen before looking at me again, his eyes searching my face as if he was contemplating something. "Can I be honest for a sec? Just...between you and me?"

I feel those butterflies in my stomach again, meeting his gaze with a gentle blush along my cheeks. He's so dreamy. "Absolutely.." I speak in a soft tone, giving him a little nod as well.

"Who was it that was supposed to be me again? Mason, I mean. Carl?" Ted points at me as he tries to guess Conner's name, shaking his head at himself. "No. Con-Conrad?"

"Conner." I correct him, a giggle escaping me.

"Conner. Thank you." Ted chuckles a little, looking down at his hand for a moment before bringing his soft eyes up to look into mine once more. "I'm...I'm kinda glad he didn't make it up here. No I am. I am glad he...didn't make it."

I'm met with an incredibly genuine smile from Ted, making me smile back with a quiet sigh, as if one of those butterflies in my stomach flew up and out of me. I didn't need to guess what Ted was implying there, I knew. I just knew what he meant, and it was incredibly sweet. Probably might've been the sweetest thing a guy has said to me in a long, long time.

"But don't tell Joe I said that, he'll probably smack me upside the fuckin' head." Ted makes a smacking gesture to his head, getting another flirty giggle out of me. "No worries, I'm great at keeping secrets." I reply with a confident grin.

"Oh are you?"

"100%.."

My gaze lingers on him, my soft smile relaxing as I gaze into his dark, earthy eyes. The lights were off when Ted had initially entered the room, so the only thing really illuminating us were the screen lights of his laptop and my phone, but still, I could take in every detail of his handsome face. His dreamy eyes, the unique curve of his nose, the plucks of his growing stubble, the little moles along his cheek, the small dimples he creates when he smiles, his quaint but inviting lips, the shape of his jaw, all that hair on his head...

"...Did you just look at my lips?"

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[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Play Me 🖭 James Hetfield (18+)

"Just because I'm not there right now doesn't mean we can't have fun, baby." Your boyfriend's voice rasps out against the shell of your ear, his used voice coming out hoarse. Raising an eyebrow, you wrap your index finger around the phone's cord, wishing it was a strand of his blonde hair instead.

"And what do you have in mind, phone sex? Because the last time we tried, Lars walked in while you had a hand down your pants."

James laughs loudly at the memory, causing you to grin in response, your fingertips lightly grazing the hem of his shirt you were wearing. "I'd like to never have that happen again, actually," He muses out before pausing. "I have something better in mind. I won't touch myself, but you will. And I left behind a gift for you."

Lifting the receiver off of the bed, you began to stand up and look around the room. "Babe, there's nothing new here." Crouching down to look in the bottom shelves, you purse your lips as you hear him let out an amused hum.

"It isn't really new, I just added something to it," Before you could ask why he was being so cryptic, he spoke up again. "What did we get in trouble for on our first date?"

"For listening to rock music on my dad's.." Trailing off, you began to huff out a light peal of laughter before going over to the desk near the dresser. "Walkman." Reaching over to pick up the shoebox you two kept full of memorabilia, you quickly took off the cover in anticipation.

"If this is your way of finally hearing me orgasm while listening to Van Halen, you really went out of your way." You say in a teasing tone as your hand encircles around the cassette player. Removing the headset from the Walkman, you blink in confusion as you take in the appearance of the tape inside.

"Is this a homemade tape?" Pressing the play button without waiting for his response, you freeze mid-step as a moan rings out around your guys' quiet apartment bedroom.

"Don't run from me baby, take it." Flushing from the grunts that bellow out of the small machine in your hand, you hastily press pause.

"James," You whine out, your thighs pressing together as you feel your clit begin to pulsate. Shakily making your way back to the bed, you sit on the edge as you spread your legs wide open.

"Lie back and take your underwear off for me," James says over the phone, causing you to jolt and almost drop it. "Keep on my shirt."

Lifting your hips and following his instructions, a shiver runs through you as your pussy gets exposed to the cool air. "Yes sir." You whimper out, your free hand gripping onto the sheet beside you as you wait impatiently for his next command.

"Press play and don't stop it again." Blinking dazedly, you reach over and blindly press on the buttons until your cries are the only thing you can hear.

"I-I can't, it's too much!" You hear yourself moan out. Redness covers your cheeks and chest as you remember the positions he had you in. Missionary at first, borderline mating press as he had you by the ankles and stretched out over your head.

Doggystyle was next, his tattooed fist clutching your then tangled hair and bruising your hip with the other.

"Stick your fingers in your mouth baby, then trail them down." Spit traveled down your forearm as you wrapped your tongue around your middle and ring fingers. Closing your eyes and imagining them to be his wide girth, you hear him let out a curse as you swallow around them and gently gag.

Lips quirking up in a smile at how reactive he was at the sound, your fingers pop out of your mouth and slowly leave a trail of wet as you grasp onto your breast.

"James please, I need more."

"You'll take what I give you, like a good girl. Stay still, doll."

Tsking out loud, James breathes in deeply as a sadistic grin grows on his face. His next words have you trembling and crying out in frustration.

"Nothing's changed, baby. You still don't get to cum until I tell you to."

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-One: Ada Wong + Panties/Lingerie

You see, Ada's favorite color on you was red.

It could be anything, the Christmas sweaters you wore during the cold and harsh winters.

You always wear that red cocktail dress when the two of you go bar hopping.

God, those red pumps that you styled with pretty much anything just so you could show off how good you walked in them.

To say that Ada loved you in red was an understatement. She had never clearly said that she would rather see you in red than any other color, but you already knew that about her.

That's when you get an idea of a surprise for the both of you in a way. You shifted through your clothes, socks, and panties drawer before finding no stylish and new lingerie sets. So, you were set out on your mission.

You made your way to the mall. The large letters above the store's entrance lit up with pink hues. "Victoria's Secret." It was a store that you very rarely ever came into now.

But for Ada, you'd do and spend whatever just for her.

You walk into the crowded store. Women and young girls are all walking about the store. You are bee-lining it towards the sexier, less teenage side of the store. The mannequins that are around are dressed in beautiful sets of pink and black bras, but that's not what you're looking for.

Then out of the corner of your eye, you watch the glimmering sparkles of red. A flowing top that barely covers the tops of your breasts. As you get closer, you see that the panties are basically nonexistent.

You grab two before grabbing a few other things. When you walk up to the checkout, the woman standing there is smiling with a bright smile. "Did you find everything you were looking for?" She asks you. You nod, "Who helped you?" She asks. You don't want to answer her question.

You just want to slip out of the mall and back into your car before you go home and can surprise your girlfriend.

"I was able to find what I needed without help. Can you wrap that one up separately?" You ask, pointing towards the other set of lingerie. The woman nods, wraps that one up, and then everything else.

When you get home after the backup on the highway, that made getting home, take an extra hour half. Ada is thankfully not due home for at least another thirty minutes, so it gives you time to take a quick touch-up shower and get into your set of lingerie before wrapping yourself up in your fluffy gray robe.

You set the small Victoria's Secret bag on the table, moving it around as you try to set up something special and sexy. You crack out and open a glass of wine for the both of you. When you hear the front doors lock turn and you feel your heart start to beat up.

At first, Ada isn't paying attention, dropping her bag at the front door and slipping from her boots.

"Y/n?" She yells from the front door, "In the kitchen, babe." You yell back and hear the light footsteps padding through the apartment. Silence, then a question, "What's this?" Ada asks, staring at the Victoria's Secret bag. "A present, my love.' You say to bring her a glass of wine with you after refilling your own.

"A present?" You nod, "Open it." You demand, waiting long enough to see the glorious expression on her beautiful face. She tears into the pink wrapping paper, and when she finally grabs the lacy fabric, her cheeks go just as red as the fabric in them.

"What is all of this for baby?" Ada asks, but when she turns to get the answer from you.

You've dropped the fluffy gray robe down to the floor of the kitchen. You're on complete display for her to see. Plush skin held in by sweet lace. Her mouth drops open.

"So we can match Ada." You murmur gently, taking a small sip of your wine. Ada smirks and bites her bottom, 'Give me a moment, my love, and I'll be right back, and we'll continue this." Ada says with a promising glint in her eyes.

Completed on: 08/05/23

Posted on: 10/21/23

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[bonezone44]

A new uncle has entered the villa

You have so much fun swimming in your Uncle Jacks pool but it’d be more fun if he joined. And you know just the thing to persuade him. As sexy as you can, you get out of the pool and saunter over to where he’s sitting. Playing with the strings of your bikini bottoms and biting your lip before you come to a stop in front of him. Slowly you sink down to your knees and look up at him all pretty, clasping your hands together in front of you and beg, “pretty pretty please uncle Jack, swim with me! Please!” 🥹 of course you notice how his bulge seems to grow even larger . . .

"Now, sugar...." He twists in his seat. "I am plenty cool sittin right here in the shade and watching you enjoy yourself. So... don't you worry about me, li'l lady." He offers a placating smile and picks up his whiskey glass--swirling the ice cubes around so they clink. "I'm doin just fine." He clears his throat.

You laugh. "You're wearing Levi's, Uncle Jack!" You place your damp hands on his spread knees, pushing them further apart.

He pushes your hands away in a panic. "No need to get my clothes all wet," he says gruffly, adjusting himself. You watch him grit his teeth. "Just uh... go on and keep swimming."

He's avoiding your gaze and it just pisses you off. Here you are, on full display, and he won't even look at you. You pout and stand up with your hands on your hips. "It's no fun swimming all by myself! Why couldn't we just go to the beach like I wanted?"

"Well, now, sugar--" He clears his throat again. "--the beach isn't all it's cracked up to be with the big crowds and all that sand. And a young woman such as yourself--" he nods and waves his hand toward you. "--deserves the-the-the seclusion provided by a personal pool and--"

You cut him off with a groan. You give a little stomp, pretending to be mad, but just knowing how much your breasts and belly and thighs will jiggle for him. You pout again, giving him the most pathetic look you can muster. And you slowly climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your tits in his face. He swallows real thickly and keeps his eyes on yours, but you can feel his hands come to rest on your wet thighs.

"Please Uncle Jack," you beg. You wipe the sweat dripping down his right temple. "It's just me and you." You give a coy smile and inch your way forward--barely grazing his bulge. "I won't tell nobody if you won't."

"My niece thinks she can keep a secret, huh?" His eyes narrow a bit. His hips move beneath you.

You nod as a fire burns inside you.

He takes his hat off and sets it on the table next to his drink. "You promise not to tell anybody?" His eyes get wide and serious. His hands move to your waist, sliding along your wet skin. His clothes must be soaked beneath you. His t-shirt definitely is. His dark nipples are visible through the thin white fabric. "Can't have the whole world findin out about ... my pool."

"I promise." You grin with victory.

He holds you in place and grinds himself up into you with a grunt. "Alright then, sugar." He slaps your ass--sending a spray of water everywhere. He bites his lip. "Go on and get up so I can get these clothes off and join you."

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[hidefdoritos]

Embiggening Pants

Hello everyone! I finally got a project off my mending pile, and I want to gloat about it.

Heads up, I'm talking about sewing for a body change. For me it's mostly a positive change, but I'm not attaching any moral judgment to it. Clothes need to fit me, not the other way round. But, if this isn't something you're game for, maybe sit this post out.

I got these dress pants before I came back to college and got seriously ill. I go up 15 lbs like clockwork during school semesters, and sickness adds more. They stopped buttoning around the waist and tum. So, last March, I pulled off the side belt loops, ripped these open down the side seams, cut the waistband apart, and took the hems out.

And then I...couldn't get it. It wasn't working in the brain. Got torn between canvas and ribbon and bias cut strips and hem finishes, and just couldn't make sense. So I chucked them in the "out of my sight" pile, took a trip to Germany, and gave up on them for a bit.

I then got a physical labor job, and I beefed up quite a bit. My waist measurement has gone down a smidge,,, but I now have Quads too. So.

I'm living with a quilter now who has marked mats for the rotary cutter, and everything clicked. In a fit of inspiration, I cut straight-grain canvas strips like three inches wide and French seamed them on the outside of each leg.

Then I cut a little cover patch to fill in the waistband. This took several tries and was hard.

(Also you can see in the bottom corner how I patched over the Tommy Hilfiger logo by the back pocket. My ass is not a billboard.)

But here's the result! I have a straight stripe down the outside of each leg, so it looks original to the pants. Nobody's gonna see the Frankenstein waistband under my belt or through my shirt. I also lost the original belt loops, so I hope my replacements hold up!

I probably will want to elasticate the center back to help them stay up. (Sew my last sewing post about doing that to a skirt.) But I'll give them a few washes and wears first to see if the fabric settles. Or my body changes!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! I'm finally on time for Wipwednesday, so I humbly ask for a little bit of Mafia Front? I may be a little bit obsessed with the drama XD I hope this week is kind to you, sending you love 🧡

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 220)

Once Kevin is freshly showered and wearing a pair of Jean's pajama bottoms, he exits the bathroom to find Jean already in bed. Kevin flicks the bathroom light off, then back on. It's a light-on sort of night. Besides, Neil might have to pee and Kevin would rather not hear him trip over something on the way through. Kevin slides into bed but stays on his side, afraid to cross any line he might've drawn between them with his earlier admission.

He lies there on his back, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes. He's content to fall asleep like this, warmed by Jean's body heat and soothed by the sound of his breathing. But he has to know. "Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you," Jean says after a moment. "I'm just hurt you felt you had to lie to me."

"You have to understand, Jean. I.." Kevin takes a second to exhale and relaxes when Jean's hand finds his in the sheets. "When I left, I left you both. But you had each other. You were together, without me. I was scared that year apart was too long. Or that you wouldn't need me anymore."

"And, what? You thought we would cut you off just like that? For kissing someone?"

"I didn't know. I mean, a phone call whenever we could manage them and a text message here and there... That was— I already felt like I was losing you. I couldn't give you another reason to dump me." Kevin explains, recalling the fear he had when he arrived at the airport that morning. He'd accidentally confessed to Jean as soon as they were able to let go of each other. But Jean misunderstood. He thought Kevin said Andrew kissed him and Kevin went with it.

"I'll say it again: you're a beautiful idiot." Jean says, shifting onto his side. "There is no universe where I ever break up with you. I thought you knew that. You were my primary reason for keeping myself alive back then. The center of my world. How the hell could I let the sun slip through my fingers?"

"The sun?"

"The sun. My sun. You were the bright spot of my life, you and Neil. You still are. I would rather be dead than be without either of you."

"You're still not allowed to kill yourself. Just so you know." Kevin reminds him, making Jean laugh.

"I remember, I remember.” He pauses for a second. “How about you tell me what really happened now? All of it."

With a nod, Kevin starts to detail the night that led to him kissing Andrew. The bus ride to Evermore, the brutal game they played against the Ravens. How he'd collapsed at the final buzzer, falling to his knees and staring up at the scoreboard like he just couldn't believe it. But he could. He knew he'd whipped the Foxes into shape. He knew Jean and Neil were off the team. The Perfect Court only had one remaining member and, deep down, Kevin knew Riko wouldn't be enough. 

After all these years, Kevin still isn't sure what possessed him. But when Riko glared down at him with that awful sneer on his face, Kevin merely smiled and said, "I didn't let you win this time. Are you happy now?”

"You said that?" Jean gasps, interrupting the story. Kevin nods. 

"I did. And the next thing I knew, he was mid-swing," Kevin shudders. He thought he was dead. He knew he was dead. "I know what a heavy racquet does to a skull, Jean. I saw... When, you-know-what happened in Columbia. It would've killed me. If Riko had hit me, my brains would've been splattered all over the court floor! But I didn't have time to move. There was nowhere to go anyway..."

Jean's arm tightens around him.

"It's funny and it's sad. But when Andrew swooped in, I heard that crack. And Riko's scream... It still echoes in my head sometimes. But looking up at him, seeing that anguish on his face... I wanted to help him! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was tracing out the path from the court to our old room!" Kevin says, hating himself for caring for the man who crippled him and tried to end his life over a game. "But Andrew grabbed me by the back of my uniform and pulled me away, got me to my feet and off the court before the medics could come on. I don't really remember much after that. It's a blur. I know... We changed clothes and got on the bus. And my father was worried someone would try to break into our hotel. To hurt us. Especially Andrew."

"Since he just mangled their king's arm."

"Yeah. So he drove us straight back to PSU. That's what I remember most. The bus. I sat on the window side and Andrew sat beside me. I was shaking, vibrating with nerves and fear and.... everything. Then Andrew grabbed my hand and held it the whole way back to Palmetto. Once we got there, everyone went down to the basement to drink to our victory. Everyone but me and Andrew. 

“He stayed with me. And I sat on my bed, replaying the game in my mind like I always did. But it was mixed with that crack and Riko's scream. And suddenly it was my screaming and the crack that took my hand. Andrew took me by the face, like this," Kevin says, grabbing Jean's chin with one hand. "And looked into my eyes and asked why I was upset. I told him Riko would try to kill me again as soon as he woke up from surgery. Andrew told me he wouldn't. That Riko wasn't allowed to touch me. That he wouldn't let anyone touch me. That he was standing between me and everyone else."

Kevin pauses for a breath and to remember the way his heart fluttered at Andrew's promise, at the way Andrew's lidded eyes gazed down at him.

"And I kissed him."

[astroboots]

I can’t remember if this has ever been mentioned or not (and I apologize if it has), but did Santiago ever fantasize about Boa in the past, regardless of whether he was alone or with someone else? Their mutual pining was so long standing and potent, I’d be surprised if he never indulged at least once

INDULGENCE

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x female reader

Summary: Santiago does not think of you that way.

Author note: just a tiny mini drabble that I did during my lunch break for you nonny!

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Santiago does not think of you that way.

Not that you aren't attractive. Not that you're not the best thing since sliced bread (except better of course, because sliced bread isn't that fantastic and Santiago never truly understood where that idiom came from).

He stares up at the ceiling from the couch in the dark, trying to make out the pattern of the cracked seam that runs across your studio room apartment. He needs a distraction. Any distraction.

There's a rustle of sheets next to him. The soft hum of your voice in his ear as you shift against his side. The warmth of your bare skin sliding against his arm, where your shirt has ridden up in your sleep exposing the round curves of your thighs, hips and stomach.

Warm enough that he wants to burrow his face in you. Soft enough that he wants to nip his teeth into you.

His eyes shifts downwards, taking in the sight of your bare thighs that's straddling the quilt between them. All of you in plain. fucking. sight.

Fuck.

No.

Stop.

Santiago does not think of you that way.

Your leg shifts in your sleep, straddling his hip, as your bare leg rests against the coarse denim that separates you from him.

Jesus fucking christ. Whose dumb idea was it to have a sleep over anyhow?

And why the fuck aren't you wearing pajama bottoms.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to transport himself somewhere else. Trying to pretend that he's not right here. In your tiny apartment, your warm half-naked body wrapped all around him. That he's not rocking a hard on that's going to make a permanent dent in his jeans and warp the zipper until it's unusable and he's going to have to throw these pair away.

Fuck.

It's not helping.

In the darkness, without distraction all he sees is you.

You spread out on this very couch, as he spreads your leg and hook it around his waist as he pushes inside you. Wet. Warm. Inviting.

You on top of him, plush thighs straddling his hips as he slides his hard aching cock into the slick warmth of you.

You on your knees, soft, plush gorgeous lips wrapped all around him as he fucks himself deep in your throat.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

No. stop.

He throws an arm over his eyes, pressing down hard until blurry shapes, bright and colorful behind his closed eyelids. Trying to will it again. Because...

Santiago doesn't think of you that way.

It's not that he doesn't notice you. It's not like he doesn't have eyes. Sometimes you'll stand next to each other at a bus stop, and his mind drifts away, and from the periphery of his eyes he'll see the soft flutter of your skirt brushing against your legs and his heart will skip a beat.

Sometimes he'll see you from across the room and he will catch his gaze linger.

He just doesn't let it linger for long.

Because you're his best friend. He's know you since you were both kids. Known you since you wore unfashionable mommy jeans with ugly cartoon t-shirts that had sweat stains on them when it got hot in the classroom. Seen you when you plucked your eyebrows too thin and looked like Gwen Stefani in the 90s (and ended up barricading yourself and crying in the school bathroom for the whole schoolday).

And friends do not think of friends that way.

Not when it won't do either of them any good anyhow. Not when that friend can't stay. Not when they can't give the other the life they want or offer them anything of worth.

Friends do not blindly, ignorantly and selfishly break their best friend's heart.

You sigh softly into his shoulder, the warm breath passing between your lips tickling against his skin.

Santiago takes a deep breath, breathing in then out. He opens his eyes again, and stares up into the ceiling.

He doesn't think of you that way. He doesn't think of you that way. He doesn't think of you that way.

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[jiminjeonging]

Thinking about jm making mj wear butt plugs for hours on end, making her go out and about in them, making her be in public with them, having mj on her lap at the end of a day whining and whimpering about how she kept it on alll day and how good she’s been for her and how uncomfortable it was but how she can’t function without being filled in some way because that’s all she’s good for.. being jms little good girl

mama,,,, thank you for this. I love the idea of mj with butt plugs for a while now and it got only worse after the way she showed jm her toy.. also edging and agegap jmj has been in my mind so lets go!!

jm was mad at her—like, grabbing her by the wrist, dragging her out of the building, and slamming the car door in her face mad. and it wasn’t like what mj did was all that serious. she just wanted to play around a little and make jm jealous at an event the older woman brought her into since she wasn’t getting the attention she craved. honestly, jm only had herself to blame for that—she shouldn’t have left her alone with all those strangers.(in reality mj got drunk, sat on strangers lap and danced on tables while jm was just trying to do her job and build connections.) once they get back home that night, mj receives the spanking she deserves. fair enough, she thinks as she is counting them out loud, but jm doesn't touch her any further than that and that is a no no. jm claims it is to teach mj a lesson, so she lets it go for the night.

the next day though, jm doesn't touch mj at all—not even their usual morning kisses. however, she doesn't ignore her entirely, she packs the girl a lunch and gives her head a pat before leaving. mj is confused but she figures jm is still a little upset. she thinks things would blow over soon, especially since jm can't resist for long when it comes to affection too. just like she thought, the following morning, jm kisses her but it is just a brief peck. frustrated, mj tries pulling her closer for something more, but jm pinches her side, warning her to "be good" for the day, and maybe she could get what she wants after jm came from work. mj tries her best to keep it together during her classes, mood is down bcs of not getting the affection she wanted but she suppresses the urge to skip them to be good for jm. she knows jm has her ways of finding out if she was attending her classes or not. once her classes ends, she patiently waits for jm to come home from work while doing her assignments. she makes sure to bring her laptop and notebooks to the living room so jm can see how good she was being, even when the older woman isn't around.

the moment jm walks through the door, mj drops everything and rushes over, throwing her arms around jm’s shoulders. before she can plant a kiss, jm asks, 'Have you been good?' mj nods eagerly, pointing back to the table. but instead of returning her embrace, jm gently pries herself free and heads into the living room. she inspects mj's work, and the woman must have been satisfied with what she saw because the next thing mj knows, jm is pinning her down on the couch, licking into her mouth. surprised but definitely not complaining, she kisses her with same vigor. when jm sticks out her tongue, she sucks on it obediently then the woman nips on her bottom lip leaving it swollen before moving onto her neck. the kisses against her pulse point end just as they start though. when jm pulls away from her completely, her whole body is itching for more. puzzled, she looks up at jm but the woman doesn't offer her an explanation, only saying she's exhausted and needs a shower. when mj tries to join her, she says no. another day passes like that.

the next day, mj is beyond frustrated. they have a date today but she is more than ready to act sulky throughout. especially since jm left her to shower alone. again. mind you, they didn't do that since she moved to jm's apartment three months ago and mj wasn't about to get back used to scrubbing down her own back.

mj walks out with a bathrobe on, in their bedroom jm is already dressed up for their date (think about the outfit in arti film hehe) and sure enough, in jm’s hand is a silver butt plug, the one with a pink heart-shaped gem, glinting in the light as mj takes a closer look. jm wanted to experiment more with anal stuff ever since mj came embarrassingly fast after she slipped a finger to her other hole while eating her out and mj agreed but she doesn't understand why would jm bring up that plug right before their date.

she says 'whats with that?' while pointing to her hand, even the sight of it makes her cheeks grow warm and her cunt wet.

‘can my good girl do something for me?’ jm asks, her eyes flicking to the plug in her hand. mj glances at it and nods. jm steps closer, untying the bathrobe, and mj lets it slip from her shoulders. now standing bare, the older woman tells her to bend over, and she obeys, pressing herself against the bed, her ass sticking out. she hears some noise behind her and has half an idea about what jm is doing. her suspicions get confirmed after jm presses a lubed up finger against her hole from behind. her breath hitches and jm tells her to relax. after she takes one all the way, jm swirls it inside to loosen her up more. mj starts to chew on her lower lip when jm gently starts to pump her finger in and out. once she feels mj is loose enough, she slowly inserts a second finger and mj lets out a broken moan. jm scissors' her fingers when they're fully burried inside her, getting her used to feeling then she starts to fuck her gently again but goes up to a pace mj can't keep up. her hands scramble against the sheets as she tries to match jm's energy, she is struggling to keep herself up with shaky legs and feels her slick slide down to her thighs.

satisfied with the state she put the younger girl in, jm’s smirk widens as mj’s moans grow louder and louder. 'You like it, baby? Like how well unnie fucks you? This isn’t even enough for you, I bet you can take more.' mj can only whine as a response, she feels like her body is about to collapse. jm pulls her by the hair with her free hand before she could though. 'Am I not right, hm? Aren't you a slut, baby? This is nothing for you,' she snarls to her ear and bites onto her shoulder. then jm pulls away completely, feeling so empty all of the sudden she looks over her shoulder to see what jm is doing but gets the response when she feels something cold against her hole. jm inserts the plug with one swift motion and mj lets out an inaudible moan. 'Look at you, made to be used,' jm says, delighted to see how her little girl looks so gorgeous with a heart gem between her ass cheeks. 'wear the black dress I picked out for you and join me once you feel ready, okay?' she leaves the room after mj gives her a nod.

mj is so uncomfortable throughout their date but she gets used to the plug eventually. jm already told her she can take it out if it's too much but she has to prove to jm she can be good. she can't let one drunken night change jm's perspective about her. she wasn't some slut, she was her unnie's good girl. with that in mind, mj makes it through the day.

jm makes her sit on her lap once they make it back to their home. mj is so sensetive already and her panties sticking onto her folds from wetness. she feels like even a brush against her clit can make her cum. jm’s one hand slips under her dress, pushing her underwear to side while the other holds her steady by the waist. 'Look my little bitch, took everything unnie gave her,' she hums, a small smile forming on her lips as mj writhes under her touch.

mj sulks, though—wasn't everything she did today enough already? 'D–Don’t call me that. Please.'

'Hm? Call you what?'

'A b-bitch,' mj unintentionally whines.

jm smile grows wider, she teases two fingers against her entrance. 'What should I call you then?'

mj chews on her lower lips before saying 'Your good girl.'

jm lets out a chuckle, finding her absolutely adorable. 'Oh? You think you deserved that?' she teases her more

mj pouts with her rosy cheeks and nods and jm tries her best to not let out a squeal because of sheer cuteness of the girl.

jm gives in as she inserts two fingers inside of her, mj immediately puts down her face on her shoulder and the sweet whines jm hears against her ear makes her wonder why the hell she put off fucking the girl this long. it doesn't take much until mj movements on her become frantic and starts to trash around. jm saying 'Be a good girl and come for unnie' is what pushes her over the edge and she comes as she's clenching around the woman's fingers and the plug thats still planted in her ass.

[indulgencecentral]

Warm Me Up

AKA when you need more than blankets to fight the cold

Pairings: Suguru Geto × gn!reader

Genre: smut and fluff oneshot

Warnings: Established relationship, nicknames, (sugar, darling, love) fluffy sex for the sake of it, Suguru wears glasses, reader is a bottom.

MDNI

A/N: If it isn't obvious already, giving Suguru the nickname 'sugar' is my favourite thing in the world because he deserves a reverent nickname. I wrote this because it's cold where I live, but I always wear shorts and therefore am plagued with icy coochie syndrome. I also wrote this while listening to All Mine by Plaza.

The two of you had been reading in companionable silence sharing a blanket as you sat at opposite ends of the couch, feet tangled together. Occasionally you would look up from your book to admire Suguru, his hair falling into his face as he read with rapt attention, a pang in your heart when you realised how pretty he was. 

Flame crackled in the fireplace, and empty mugs of hot chocolate rested forgotten on the coffee table, and still, you found yourself chilly all over. 

After catching yourself staring at your lover for the fifth time, you sighed and put your book aside, sliding Suguru’s bookmark between the pages of his novel and clambering into his lap. Automatically, his free arm went around you, and you waited till he finished the paragraph he was reading.

“Hello darling,” he said, his eyes sliding to meet your tired ones. His voice was a rumble in his chest, and you burrowed closer, relishing his body heat.  

“Sugar,” you sighed into his chest. “I’m cold.”

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he drew the blanket tighter around you, pulling you into his solid embrace. “Better?”

You hummed in affirmation, lavishing kisses on his jaw. “That’s not where I’m cold, though.”

At this, he laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear. Had watching him while he read made you horny? Yes, yes it had. But could you be blamed? There was something so attractive about his soft hair in his eyes, the glasses resting low on his nose, his intense focus, the way his jaw ticked and brow furrowed, the way his hands spread the ages apart.

“Where are you cold, then?”

You threaded your hands through his hair, nails scratching lightly along his scalp as you pulled his mouth to yours. “You know where,” you whispered against his lips, a barely-there brush of his mouth enough to make your breath hitch. 

Suguru pulled you into his lap, hands sliding low to cup your ass. “Do I?”

“You do,” you nodded, drunken on his closeness, the lingering scent of his cologne and aftershave making you dizzy as he squeezed your ass. 

“And how would you like me to warm you up?”

You tipped his head back, your mouth making a mess of his neck, teeth grazing along the soft column, the apple of his throat bobbing with each kiss and lick. “Please, Sugar, I’m so cold,” you whined brokenly, paying careful attention to the sensitive speck of skin beneath his ear. 

Instead of replying, his hand traced the sticky heat of your crotch over fabric, your knees buckling when he did. “Like this, love? Is this of you want?”

You ground against his stiffening cock, your motion enough to draw a groan from him. “Let me feel you, sugar,” you moaned, rubbing yourself against his thigh. 

“I’m all yours, darling.”

Your hands found him then, drawing his thick length from his trousers, pumping the shaft gently, whimpering when his hands found your nipples. He kneaded them softly, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth as you slid down on his cock, moaning as you felt him warm up your insides.

Settling on his hips, you mewled as he thrust up in you, shallow slow fucking with no intention of an orgasm, just warmth, comfort and that gorgeous feeling of being linked together. 

Every time he shifted beneath you, the steady pace of your breathing stuttered a little, and every time you nipped at the canvas of his collarbone and neck, his eyes shuttered. 

“Better now?”

You snuggled into him, a sleepy daze clouding your senses. “So much warmer.”

With another kiss upon your temple, you heard the rustle of pages as he picked up reading where he’d left, his length snug inside you. 

Yeah, you thought as you drifted off to sleep. This is the best way to warm up in the winter.

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[random-weirdo]

This originally started out as a s3 Crowley outfit idea and then turned into something else, so here's my brain blurt.

What if, in season three, Crowley's fashion style becomes a little more relaxed, or laid back. Like-

he would still wear his tight-women's skinny jeans and small black turtlenecks and blazer-jacket-things and shoelace-tie, but he would wear large t-shirts, and baggy pants or long skirts from time to time.

And maybe he would do that because he doesn't feel the need to be dark, evil and mysterious anymore, now that he officially is no longer on "Hell's side".

And maybe he dresses like that because he picks up some of Nina and Maggie's, and maybe even Anathema's style.

And maybe he also grows his hair out and let's it fade, maybe he has long hair again, with the slightest pinkish-ginger undertone to it.

And maybe he's more emotional, and less closed off because of Nina and Maggie.

And maybe one day, after Crowley got his still-empty apartment back, he decided to visit The Bookshop. So, he got into The Bentley and drove to Whickber Street. The car drive would be silent except for the quiet sounds of the motor and the slightly louder sounds of the traffic outside.

And maybe once he gets to Whickber Street, he parks outside Give me Coffee or Give me Death and looks at The Bookshop from across the road. And while he looks at The Bookshop, he spots Muriel in the window, reading a Jane Austen book in Aziraphale's study. On the armchair he used to sit in and study his first editions while Crowley would sit and watch him on the small sofa next to it in the corner.

Maybe as Crowley watches Muriel read their book through the window he smiles. not a grin, a small smile. And it isn't a happy smile, or maybe it is.

Maybe it's a sad one, looking back on the memories and silently wishing they had last for eternity.

And maybe, as he was doing that, Nina walked out of her coffee shop, and banged on the windows, but got no reply. Maybe she continued, and eventually Crowley noticed, and rolled down the window. "What."

Maybe Nina would roll her eyes, but smile. and say: "six shots?" And when Crowley would nod slightly in silence, Nina would walk back inside her coffee shop, and walk back out a few minutes later with a takeaway cup, filled with six shots of espresso.

But maybe before Crowley could take it from his open window, Nina walks around the other side of The Bentley and gets in.

Maybe they wouldn't say anything to each other the whole time they sat in The Bentley with each other.

And maybe someone just being there was enough for Crowley.

And maybe, hopefully, that was the start of a new story, perhaps of friendship and healing.

And maybe a few months of healing and looking after an old bookshop with an angel who would grow to be like a child to Crowley.

And perhaps Crowley, Nina and Maggie grow a friendship, which forces Crowley to open up a little. But he doesn't really care.

And he would trust them.

And perhaps, one oddly sunny spring day, Crowley picks up his daily six shots of espresso from Give me Coffee or Give me Death, and as he walks across the road back to The Bookshop, he notices something.

The pub.

The elevator.

it opens.

And out comes an archangel.

A blonde one.

The archangel looks around, taking in the sights of the street he used to live in, and walks across the road.

Towards The Bookshop.

Crowley is stood outside The Bookshop door, looking at Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looks up to Crowley from the bottom of the front steps.

"Crowley." He says.

"Angel." Crowley replies.

A small smile is exchanged, and they both walk into The Bookshop together in silence.

Whatever the hell I just wrote was very heavily inspired by @goosetooths art, and Muriel's Stories by rayvennswritingdesk on Ao3!!

Anywayyyy hope u like it,, I will admit, I did get lazy a the end, so idk if this is any good and I wrote it at like 2:30-3 am ssoooooooooo.....

[hernakedmuse]

In my hour of need

I wrote my first Dave Mustaine fanfic, obviously isn't accurate, it's '84 Dave, Megadeth is getting their feet off the ground.

Synopsis: Dave Mustane x Femboy!OC, OC is a beautiful boy who likes to wear feminine clothing and had a doomed date tonight. The rain introduced him to Dave.

Warnings: MDNI! 18+, P IN A sex, anal sex, blow job (Dave receiving), top!Dave, dom!Dave, bottom!OC, femboy!OC, subby!OC, daddy kink, misuse of pronouns, mentions of being in the closet, mxm, choking (sexually)

Why did I ever agree to meet my date at the restaurant? Why couldn't he be a perfect gentleman and pick me up? That's a bad sign right, or am I overreacting? 

He seems nice, he wears an Armani suit, is an attorney for some actor, and the date tonight is going to be at Lawry's. Most likely he's a married closet case who has a thing for young crossdressers like myself, but hey why not give the man a chance? That's what my roommate tells me. I'm too picky apparently, and Avery, my drag queen roommate, convinced me that boys who are way too pretty and wear makeup and Chanel knock off slingbacks rarely end up with a fairytale ending, Mr. Right might be married with a couple of kids, but it's worth giving him a shot. 

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So I gave myself a homemade facial courtesy of oil of olay, St. Ives, and L'Oreal. Pulled an Elizabeth Arden and filled up a bowl of hot water, tossed in some orange slices and sprigs of rosemary, and threw a towel over my head to steam my face for ten minutes. I nearly burned myself with wax but it got the job done and I was as naked as a seal, douched, oiled my little backdoor rosebud and took a rosewater and chamomile bath, washed, blow dried, and hot rolled my hair. I also made sure to starve myself 24 hours before this event living off of oolong tea and beef broth with Welsh onions.

My makeup is done to the Gods mimicking Material Girl Madonna since I will be eating at a five star steakhouse, same hairstyle too for it compliments my peroxide blonde hair.

I rubbed my skin with rosewater body cream, and perfumed myself with Anais Anais, finding an outfit took two hours on top of that. But in the end I decided on a dress, I'm convincing enough to appear female so I won't embarrass L.A.’s favorite attorney Joel Mitcham at the city's most exclusive steakhouse.

I chose black, backless halter dress with a severe plunge almost to the naval, the skirt was short and ended in a wrap with the split high up my thigh, the hem ended just below my plush thighs that slimfast, jazzercise, and cosmo diets seem to not be able to get rid of. I secured thigh high nylon stockings to my garter and a satin black thong disappeared between my ample backside beneath, the said Chanel slingback knock offs adorned my feet, and a fake gold bracelet wrapped around my waist with matching small gold hoop earrings.

I looked like a flat chested tramp and was heading out to hail a cab when for some reason, it was pouring rain all of a sudden. How was this happening? How did I always have such rotten luck? My hair I spent forever in was ruined, my dress was ruined, my makeup was ruined, I started to cry in front of my apartment building.

I dug into my purse to look for my keys, so I could go back inside and call the restaurant to tell Joel about my delay. But me being the space case I am, I left them inside! Could this get any worse? Avery is at work at the club and won't be back until 4 at the earliest! What rotten luck!

I'd have to catch a cab to the club to borrow his keys. 

For fifteen minutes, I tried hailing a cab in this pouring and shivering rain. The dress was like a second skin to me now and I was crying more. I gave up and got on the bus, enduring cat calls and weirdos as well as slurs I was getting due to my current state. I looked at my reflection in the bus window, wincing at how much I looked like a drowned prostitute. 

I got off on sunset, stumbling off and immediately  colliding into a solid chest that could easily be mistaken for a brick wall. Big hands caught my waist and I laid my hands on the stranger's chest. “I'm so sorry!” I exclaimed breathlessly. I looked up and my knees literally became weak.

I even stumbled a bit with those damn weak ankles of mine, like out of a movie.

I am not exaggerating when I say that I'm looking up at the most gorgeous man on the planet. The perfect dark and straight determined eyebrows above expressive, narrow, dark brown eyes that hold a smoldering quality, a perfectly noble nose that was a little pronounced and full rosy lips beckoning a kiss. He has strong yet smooth facial features, paired with his cascading, swirling waves of strawberry blonde, he looks just like a prince out of a fairy tale.

“Hey no fire, you're okay.” the stranger said casually before assessing my drowned appearance. “You look like you need to dry off.”

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Dave was feeling really good about the show his new band had, ‘84 was going to be his year, everything was lining up how it was supposed to for fucking once. Usually life dealt him the short end of the fucking stick that's for sure, nothing ever went right for Dave, even when he was born his family fell apart.

And if things seemed to be going great then it would crash and burn, ugly. Like being homeless for a bit and there was well Metallica, and he won't forget about his guitarist dying on him. 

No way, God loved giving Dave a big fat middle finger. 

But this year, this year he was taking control of his own life. He didn't believe in destiny, he didn't believe in fate, just himself. 

He was high on success more than anything else tonight, stepped outside for a smoke before meeting up with this girl he's been seeing, Diana. They weren't serious but he'll see, she's pretty with a tan and long chestnut hair and a petite build.

He was certain about everything, which is how he likes it.

But then he bumped into someone right on Sunset, passing Filthy McNasty's. He was ready to give them hell, really make them feel Like a complete piece of shit for slamming into him like that. But he looked down, almost but not quite speechless, of course if he wasn't such a loquacious man he would definitely be rendered speechless.

What bumped into him was– is a gorgeous, wet little woman. Stunning actually, stunning enough to make him forget all about Diana and her place tonight.

All he could focus on was the short little beauty who got caught in the rain, soaked blonde hair stuck to her small shoulders, mascara running down her heart shaped face, red lips impressively still intact, shivering in a black revealing number that was pasted to her tan skin. Emphasizing wide hips and plush thighs worthy of Penthouse, and the hard nipples on her…

After Dave reassured her that it was okay, he realized those hard, pronounced nipples that were evident in the wet garment, are not breasts. 

His heart was pounding blood pounded in his ears, his face turned red at the realization, and his skin felt prickly as he became half hard despite this discovery. 

A man is turning him on.

A man in a skimpy dress with big Hazel eyes looking all Bambi and helpless up at him with bee-stung plump, red lips was giving him a hard on in the middle of the street in the middle of the rain, and making Dave conjure up the most filthy imagery.

He imagined dragging the marilyn boy into the nearby alley, not pushing the skirt of his teasingly short dress up but ripping the garment until his most likely sun-kissed, juicy ass was revealed to his greedy, starving eyes.  Pushing his plump ass cheeks apart to see how tight or spread that rosebud of his, sinking his cock in and making marks and bruises that'll leave memories…

Dave didn't know why he felt this way, he has never in his life desired a guy, not even a little bit. He wasn't exactly known to be open minded, he's from San Diego, too much military influence for that.

He's seen plenty of passing men in women's clothes since he moved to L.A., most of the very passing…but none quite as passing as them. So delicate and small, could easily be mistaken, as a flat chested girl, a gymnast or ballerina.  But…he's not…he's a…well…he…and for some reason Dave's want for him and need for him outweighed all else.

“Wanna get out of the rain?” He asked the blond.

Hazel eyes widened comically yet adorably up at Dave. Long, dark lashes fluttered like butterfly wings as a dainty hand with manicured red nails rose to move wet curls out of those Bambi eyes.

She– he, looked so confused, it was very cute. It made Dave smile, his hands never left blonde's waist. In fact it tightened. If Snow White's brother here was smart and had any survivor instincts, he'd try and leave.  Key word try, because Dave wasn't sure if he wanted to let him go.

But Bambi here just blinked stupidly, before the most radiant, prettiest smile with teeth and a sultry gap between the two front were on display. He glowed like a candle in a house whose electric bill wasn't paid. “Oh that would be so nice, thank you!”

Dave snorted. “Are you willing to go off with a stranger?”

Disney boy here just looked sweetly puzzled for a brief moment before a soft giggle left his full lips. “Well how about you tell me your name? Then you won't be a stranger anymore.”

He was putting so much faith in someone like Dave, most people wouldn't. He looks like the typical burden on society, long hair and heavy metal, the recipe of a devil worshipper, and coincidentally, Dave was one briefly in high school.

But this little wet kitten of a boy here was willing to go with him to get warm and dry, it melted the harsh metalhead that's for sure, brought out his protective instincts, one a man usually naturally feels for a woman.

“It's Dave”

He smiled warmly up at Dave, it was the sort of smile that could heal Dave's childhood…almost. 

Dave drove them back to his.

He had given his Jean jacket to him to wear before they got in the car, he turned on the heat once they were in and was impressed when blondie didn't flinch at the boisterous headbanger threatening to abuse the speakers. 

Once they got to Dave's, he got out of the car and ran to the passenger side, opening the door for the boy.

A fragile hand  took Dave's, a long, nylon wrapped legged stepped out before bringing the owner. “Such a gentleman.” He giggled, it was teasing and made the singer wonder what he could do to get him to giggle like that again.

He opened the door for him and watched the boy carefully step in as if his dainty ass would somehow be a disturbance.

Dave walked behind him watching him, admiring him being swallowed in his jacket, bleached hair drying into beautiful natural curls. His messy mascara makes his eyes more wide and innocent. 

His legs looked so shapely and he needed to see them over his shoulders. 

“You can shower, I'll get you some dry clothes.” Dave appeared right by him, a large hand on his hip causing the feminine man to gasp. “I'll show you where the bathroom is.”

He nodded before Dave proceeded to lead him to the bathroom. He turned on the light and watched the pretty boy take off the borrowed jacket, revealing the most exquisite back that pointed down to a nice pair of hips and a thick ass. 

Dave swallowed as his eyes caught  a tear in his nylon, and he couldn't fight his hardening cock when he watched the guy step out of his slingbacks, shrinking attractively before his eyes. Dave had to have nearly a foot on him. Goddamn…

He was gone the moment the boy cast his gaze over his naked shoulder. 

Dave couldn't stop himself didn't sto himself. He launched himself at male beauty.  “Let me help you with that.” His voice had become unmistakably husky as he gripped the sopping wet garment and tore it with his bare hands from his small body. 

A beautifully gasp ripped from the petit blond. It was shreds of fabric at their feet and Dave groaned vocally at the sight of his perfect peach ass having a black satin thong being swallowed by his cheeks.  

He aggressively slapped his bouncy ass before grabbing the globes harshly, pushing his denim clad erection eagerly into the plentiful backside. He didn't care what he was, boy or girl, Dave had to have him.

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“Oh baby, fuck- look at you all dressed up.” Dave moaned in my ear, his solid, hot body  pressed completely against my back, overpowering me in the most delicious way. I felt like my body was on fire, his impressive hard on dug into my ass as squeezed all and every part of me, my nipples ached with need and I was sporting a little hard on myself.  

His full lips were hot and wet on my neck as he maneuvered his hand around to turn on the shower. He rubbed my chest and squeezed it before tugging on my puffy red nipples. It pulled a pathetic, whining whimper from my lips.

“Yeah, you like that?  Such a good, responsive little slut.” He rasped in my ear and I heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper come undone, my heart raced and he turned me around, his predatory, wolvish eyes took me in, leering at my thighs and the small, naked, rosy erection that laid between them. He grasped it causing my knees to become weak, drawing another whine from me. It was firm but gentle. “It's like a clit, so small.” He moaned  in a positive way. “Everything about you is so small, so easy to manhold.” His huge hand then slapped my ass so hard I yelped and leaned into him, which made him chuckle. Feeling his barenaked, impressive cock against my stomach. “Not everything, God this is a fucking ass.”

He forced me down on my knees with a harsh push on my shoulder.  I looked up at him dizzy.

“Be a good little whore daddy and suck.” He spoke sweet but it was condescending, causing my tip to leak.

I didn't wait another moment, I took hold of his huge cock, my small hand having a hard time doing so, he looked down with a guttural groan, lips parted, eyes darker and hooded, I could feel him pulse in my hand. “So tiny.” He was breathless as he said and I put my mouth on him, feel wetter when I drew the grand reaction of him swearing an elicit ‘fuck so fucking warm’ as I did so.

I conjured up a lot of saliva as I started suckling, he tastes so good, so musky , such masculine taste. I took a little more of him and his hand fisted into my damp hair, lithe hips started thrusting his big member further in my mouth. “That's a good girl, look at you, such a pretty little girl with more cock than she can handle. Can you handle more?” His tone was filthy and degrading.

I wanted to please him so desperately, I took him deeper so I could feel him in the back of my throat. He cursed and grabbed my hair tighter as he thrust faster into my throat, wet lewd sounds disappeared beneath the music of the shower, but you could hear Dave's vulgar language through it all, echoing against the bathroom walls. “Take it, that's right, fucking take it, you were meant for his- fuck!” He pulled me off his cock abruptly, his pupils blown, chest rising and falling, looking feral with a thin film of sweat decorating his ivory skin. 

Saliva spilled filthy down my swollen lips and chin, he looked at me like a starving beast. “I almost came, fuck, I need you now, gonna give me your hole baby?” He asked as he stroked my drool dripped chin, his tone suggested I had no choice. 

Dumbly, I nodded. As easily as lifting a doll, he lifted me up into his strong arms. He carried me into the shower and pinned me against the wall as he pressed his mouth against mine. My eyes would roll back if they weren't already closed. Fuck how could any mere mortal kiss like that? It wasn't chaste, bland or sloppy, it was a caress before he pried me open with a forced self invitation, our lips felt glued together suctioned together, it slow yet starvation was expressed as he dominated our mouth to mouth and smoothly sucked on my tongue, tasting every part of me and stealing away my right to breathe. It was all consuming as his big hands rubbed down my back and squeezed my ass and thighs as if he had every right as if he owned them. 

Feeling him hold me, paw at me, grab me, and his hot as a furnace body enveloping me was making me dizzy in such a euphoric way. 

When I lost the last drop of oxygen and was feeling light headed, he tore his lips from mine with a gasp and began to leave sweet open mouth kisses down my neck. “Smell so damn sweet.” He growled. His huge cock kept rubbing against my little leaking one.

My abdomen was knotted in insane amounts of pleasure, I whimpered feeling his patch of hair scratch against my tummy.

He pressed two big fingers to my mouth, eyes lidded and drunk with Rapture. “Suck.”

I immediately obeyed, sucking into my mouth with greed. His eyes rolled back. “Good boy.” I sucked them knuckle deep, squelched wet sounds caused his cock to twitch and drip against me.

As I was beginning to choke on his long fingers, he withdrew them, admiring the sopping wet, slobbery work I'd done before putting them back in, forcing my mouth open delivering his own spit into my awaiting mouth.

I melted and was at my end, it was the thing that made me completely need to submit to him, to call him…but I can't call him that when I know he's gonna kick me out when I satisfy his itch. “Such a good girl, swallow that for me, that's it. God you're too pretty.”

I whimpered at his praise, before I knew it he had spread my ass cheeks apart and was rubbing my hole before sliding a finger in. I winced at that before I moaned in his ear. “Fucking Christ, you are so tight, such a tight little baby.” He was massaging and thrusting his finger inside of me, the burn of the stretch made me harder and I relaxed against him with kittenish moans and whines.

“Such a good little one, fuck, ready for another finger? Yeah? I need to hear you say you're ready baby.”

I moaned at being called baby by him, and stopped myself mid nod, knowing he wanted words. “Yes Dave, please I'd love another finger.”

He groaned “I'm not going to be able to be patient if you keep talking like that.”

I smiled, happy to know I have such an effect on him. I licked his neck and heard a moving gasp release from his lips. “Don't be patient.” I whispered in his ear.

I took great pleasure in watching his face flush and his Adam's Apple bobbed, I leaned into kiss it and cried against it when he pushed in the second finger, now fingering me deep and so good, so good, so good, so good- “so good, so good, so good!” I cried the mantra in hysteria.

“Look at you baby, so goddamn dumb, can't even think for yourself, won't be able to cum without me telling you to.” He cooed.

He fingered me faster and moved his fingers in scissor motion. I screamed. “Please, please let me cum, I'll be so good please!” 

He thrust against me and nodded as he watched me fall apart. “Cum baby.” 

I screamed it was high pitch and gasping, and I made such a mess on our stomachs and cocks.

“Fuck, I can't wait anymore!” He declared passionately. 

He lined his cock to my back entrance, holding me firmly against the wall before slowly easing the thick length in. Tears burned in my eyes, the stretch was painful at first but that only turned me on more, made me more needier. And fuck what a stretch it was. My eyes were closed as I cried out a wet outcry, I felt his lips on my cheek though. “I'm so sorry baby.” He kissed my lips so gently as if I had broken in his arms. I was surprised by his display of tenderness, it was like a warm blanket on a cold night.

He licked up my tears and I moaned “you can move, please move.” And he did, his hips rolled in the perfect rhythm like his body understood mine, and it felt too fucking good, I didn't know it was supposed to feel this good. Nothing could possibly compete with this, if I died tonight I'd be too pleased. Maybe it was because it was comparable but I felt so attached to him now, and when I opened my eyes and looked up at him, I saw such tenderness in his wolvish eyes as he looked down into mine.

His arms tightened protectively, possessively around me. A hand caressed my cheek with gentleness, his lips kissed mine so softly, his hand slid down to my neck as he curled his fingers around my throat, and I fell in love. “Harder” I begged quietly.

And he complied, oh my God did he comply.

Slamming his hips against mine, his bulbous tip hitting that spot in me over and over to the point I had no control over my words.

“Right there daddy, please let me cum daddy!”

When he froze, when his balls paused slapping viciously against my ass, my heart dropped. What if he called me gross, or hit me or–

“You wanna make a mess on daddy's cock?” 

Oh, I didn't expect that.

Didn't expect his honeyed voice to say such sweet things, or his eyes to smolder me looking at me like I was the answer to every problem. He squeezed my throat, I felt brainless. My only thought was daddy and Dave. “Don't make daddy ask twice.’’

“Yes daddy, I wanna make a big mess on your big cock, I'll clean it so good afterwards too-” He was slamming faster and harder, I was desperate for it and started to bounce on his cock whining vocally. 

“Fuck that's it. That's. My. Fucking. Little. Bunny!” He emphasized with each and every thrust.

“Oh shit, daddy I'm cumming!”

“Cum baby fucking cum for daddy!” 

I screamed and felt like I saw white, the light at the end of the tunnel. I have never cum that hard in my life, and it felt Neverending when I felt Dave fill me up. I have never felt so complete.

He slid down with me in his arms and still inside of me, panting into my neck. Once he gathered his breath, he pressed sweet kisses to my neck and shoulder. “Jesus, I have never cum that hard in my life.”

My heart glowed. “Neither have I. "I admittedly softly and closed my eyes.

“I only have generic brand shit.”

I opened my eyes in confusion. “Huh?”

“For shampoo and conditioner, it's generic.  Your hair is fancy as shit. So I apologize in advance.”

I couldn't help but grin, he likes my hair. “I use Salon Selectives shampoo and conditioner, and Luster's Pink cream and gloss spray. But this will be just fine for tonight.” I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” 

He looked at me with a soft smile before using his shampoo in my hair. It felt nice and felt so good being cared for, for once.

“I have no food, so we'll have to eat at the diner tomorrow.”

My heart raced. “You want me to stay the night?”

He paused the delicious massaging on my scalp. “I don't know, what do you want to do? Did you have plans tomorrow, any plans to do with the ones you had before me?”

“I don't, um I'd really like to stay the night.”

He continued the massage then rinsed my hair. “Who were you meeting up with tonight?” He tried to sound casual but failed.

“A date.”

He scoffed. “A date that didn't pick you up?”

I shrugged. 

He was washing my body with some soap that smells like Irish Spring. He grasped my shoulder a little tight. “You don't need to see him anymore, especially someone who didn't think you were good enough to pick you up.”

I smiled. “Would you have picked me up?”

He put the soap down.  “Shit, I'll pick you up right now” I squealed when he stood up and scooped me up into his arms. “Dave, what if we slip?”

“Nah, I wouldn't drop such a delicate package.” 

I giggled and played with his hair. “Does this diner have French toast?”

“If it doesn't I'll take you to another, I'll take you anywhere you want.”

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Day 4: Baby Girl

Sitting in the middle of the living room of a small apartment sat a man with messy blueish black hair. He was leaning forward restless as he adjusted the camera consistently before being satisfied with the position and held the remote. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a red button up shirt running he hand through his hair he finally looked to the camera exposing his blue eyes.

"hey baby girl." He starts out. "I know you haven't met me yet, but it's your dad." He paused for a second to breath. "Look, I love you from the moment your mom told me she was pregnant. The moment she showed me those two little pink lines. Every morning I'd kiss you and mom good morning. And every night I'd kiss you both good night." Another pause before he continued. His voice begining to soften.

"Each week your mom would show me photos of how big you might be inside her tummy. Today you're the size of a pear. You're getting so big." The man pauses it. He returns a week later wearing a green Tshirt that says "coffee is power" with a squirrel running on a wheel.

"Hey baby girl, it's daddy." His voice was excited as he speaks. "Mommy told me you began to move around. I didn't believe it until you kicked me in my back one night. You're growing so big already and you're not even here. You and mommy are incredible." He picks u othe camera and walks into a room finding a raven haired woman at a table sewing a plush blanket. She looks up and gives a happy wave then leans up to kiss the man.

"Hey you. We just heard some amazing news. The doctor says you'll be here soon. Daddy can't wait to meet you princess. You're uncles are just as excited that they overwhelm mommy from time to time to feel you move. But that's okay. Mommy is a tough lady, she kicks their ass." A smack was given from behind, landing on the back of his head. The raven haired woman had walked behind him with a pickle in her mouth and the jar in her left hand. "Don't repeat that word. 'ass' is a bad word." Another smack followed by a "Tim!"

"Hey baby..." He began, wearing a black tshirt and his hair was just not even combed. "Mommy isn't doing too well. They said that you will have to come early in order to help you and mommy out. But she's fighting with the doctor. She doesn't want you to come too early so you have a chance to see everyone." His voice was soft as if trying to hide the tears that try to escape. His eyes. Another voice calls out being heard in the recording but unable to understand the sounds.

"Hey baby girl it's mommy." The voice was chipper but also held sadness. She sat on the bed in the hospital, repositioning the camera on the food tray to get a better view. She sat up abit more exposing her baby bump that looks to be no more than 30 weeks. The hospital gown just draped over her body.

"I want you to know I love you so much. You will be a beautiful little girl with so many people to love you. They are all waiting here for you." There was a long shaky breath before she continued. "Mommy won't be able to see you when you come. But if by chance I do, it would make me so happy to know you made it safely. Baby girl, love your daddy with all your heart. Forgive him for a while as he raises you. He'll be learning along with you. Don't forget, it you need help, you always have your family who will be there. And I am always a prayer away to listen." Tears welled in her eyes, trying to contain them. Someone came in and turned the camera off.

The camera turned back on again to the man previously holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. The man wasn't too sure if he should be recording but he did it anyways.

"Hey baby girl, mommy got to see you. Let me tell you she gave the most beautiful smile." He adjusted the baby as she begins to grow fussy. She now laid against his shoulder patting her bottom as he bounced her in a tired state. As he "shh" the baby someone else walks in and waves to the camera.

"Hello little Emmy. It's your Uncle Dick. I'm the oldest of your daddy's siblings. I plan to teach you as much gymnastic acts as possible and take you to do so many fun stuff with your cousin Mar'i." He smiled brightly as the camera catches the younger man roll his eyes. Another man walks in just a bit taller than Dick and pluck the baby from the tired one.

"Hey mini pixie. I'm your Uncle Jason. The coolest uncle out of the siblings." He gives the baby a cheesy grin as he lifts her up in the air gently making her giggle. Another man walks in just about as tall as Dick but more leaned out. His eyes were almost a dark green.

"Hey little one. I'm your Uncle Damian. Youngest of the group but the strongest." He winked at the camera showing a side he never has to anyone before. His brothers looked at him with jaws dropped as he moved to take the baby from Jason. The men all step back to circle the tired on, who just looks like he's ready to go to bed and not want to wake up. An elderly man dressed as a butler walks in sending a wave as an older version of Damian walks in with a woman.

"Hello sweet baby girl, I'm Grandma Selina and this is Grandpa Bruce. Besides us is Great Grandpa Alfie. We love you dearly and can't wait to teach and watch you grow to be a wonderful woman we know you will become. Your mommy left us just as quickly as she arrived. But we will always see her in you. If you ever need us we will be there with you even if your daddy just gets annoying." She gives a soft chuckle then moves over and sits next to the tired man, hugging his shoulders to her. Bruce moves to the other side and hugs the young man before reaching for the baby from Damian. It was almost a perfect family portrait moment. The camera turned off with everyone smiling happy smiles with sadness in their eyes.

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