#oh yeah and thinking about putting a ``tail`` on her skirt

[oofmybad]

Reader is an extra in the Guess music video and doesn’t tell Billie. When Billie sees her on set, she’s both horny and jealous as she watches reader dance and grind on another woman while in a tiny mini skirt and bralette.

I think she’s with it

hi lovey! thank you for the request, this one was so so fun to write :)

warnings: billiexfem!reader, fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end

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stood in front of the vanity mirrow in the bathroom, you take a bunch of selfies with billie’s twin, aidan.

“you actually look like my girl, it’s a little scary” you tell him as you both scroll through the photos you just took, “i’m gonna post one of these, is that cool?”

“nah, man! i haven’t told billie that you’re here yet” aidan stops you by putting his hand over the screen of your phone.

“oh shit, okay.”

“i wanna get you to do some fuck shit on set while we’re filming, surprise her that way” aidan explains his plan.

“fuck shit? like what?” you question.

“well the whole set is gonna be really horny and sweaty, so maybe we’ll get you dancing on someone. are you cool with that?”

“yeah, of course! she’s gonna hate it” you giggle mischeviously.

***

extras, mostly just a bunch of you and charli’s mutual friends, spill into the room. the humidifier begins to works it’s magic, causing droplets of dew to emerge on everyones skin. that, combined with the hours you spent in hair and makeup, has got you looking exactly how aidan envisioned: really, really sweaty.

you had changed into your outfit before hair and makeup - with some help of the girls you decided on a tiny true religion denim mini skirt and a white lacy bralette, your nipple piercings peeking through when the light hits just right. in typical you fashion, you completed the 2000’s grunge look with a whale tail, showing off your tramp stamp.

aidan walks up to you lot, explaining the premise of the video and what he expects of y’all.

“y/n, if you could pair up with tara, that would be great” he encourages you two to dance with eachother. before the next take, you two make small talk, having already met a few times through claudia.

suddenly, guess begins to blare through the speakers of the set. the bass is amplified so the fog in the air reverbarates with every beat. the atmosphere transports you to a late night party with your girlfriends. immediately, you and tara begin to dance together.

as the verse progresses, tara puts her hands on your waist - coaxing your body towards hers. your legs interlock and the two of you begin to grind into each other. after a moment or so, you turn around and begin to push your ass into her hips, swaying your own as you do so.

you turn your head around, and caress tara’s head with your hand, feeling her hands travel to your lower belly.

the song comes to an end, and aidan yells out, “cut!”

you and tara seperate, giggling with each other, “i feel like we’ve gotten real close today” you joke with her.

“i’m not sure i’ll make it out alive” tara mumbles through a laugh.

“how do you mean?” you ask her, confused to what she’s refferring to.

“billie has been staring daggers at me the whole time. she looks pissed” tara lifts her hand to point you in her direction.

you follow the direction her hand is pointing in and catch eyes with billie. she practically has steam coming out of her ears. you roll your eyes with a laugh as you turn back to tara.

“don’t worry about her, she’ll get over it. you’re only doing your job” you reassure her.

placing a hand on tara’s shoulder in comfort, “lemme go talk her down. hold on” you tell her.

walking over to billie, as she’s sat in a chair off the side of the set, you greet her.

“hi, baby” you coo.

“hey” billie says. she gives you a small, forced smile that hasn’t quite reached her eyes.

“you ok?” you ask her, going to sit on her lap.

“i don’t like the way she’s touching you” billie mumbles.

“baby, come on. she’s only doing what aidan asked her to do” you try to reason with her.

“ok, well then i have a problem with aidan” billie huffs, pouting like a five year old.

“no you don’t. you’re just being silly” you say, fidgeting in billie’s lap, trying to exude a ‘happy-go-lucky’ attitude to get billie out of her’s.

suddenly, her fingers sharply dig into your hip - where your thong meets your skirt - “stop moving around” billie commands.

your body tenses briefly from the firm touch, but relaxes again once you realize what’s going on. “why, bil?” you ask her, teasing in your voice.

she simply shoots you a death stare - if looks could kill…

“take two, everybody!” you hear the director call out into the room.

“bye, baby” you peck billie’s cheek before jumping off her lap and walking off. “oh, and…” you turn your head to glare at billie as you yell back to her, “chill out!”

you join tara once again in the corner of the set, “she should be good now” you tell her, “sorry ‘bout that”.

“it’s all good, queen. it’s kinda sweet” tara sympathizes.

“yeah, it’s sweet until you have to deal with the consequences” you laugh with her. tara cackles at your innuendo.

soon enough, the music is playing again, and you and tara are repeating your earlier actions. this time, you two turn up the heat; with your back to her front, tara begins to caress your chest as grind on her. you let your head lull back onto her shoulder, feeling the music in your body.

this continues for a few more takes until y’all have a food break while they change the set for charli and billie’s solo shots.

you crane your head around like a meerkat looking for billie but unable to find her, you decide to look elsewhere. maybe she’s in her dressing room getting ready?

you walk down a hallway to her room and open the door to reveal billie sat on the couch, her body leant forward with her head in her left hand, her elbow leaning on her wide-spread legs, as she scrolls on her phone with her right hand.

“hey, sexy” you greet her but she doesn’t look up.

“…what’s wrong?” you question her when she doesn’t reply and sit next to her on the couch.

“nothing, mama. just needed a break” billie quitely says as she chucks her phone to the other side of the couch, finally making eye contact with you.

“a break from what, bil?” you ask her, moving down to your knees and perching in between billie’s legs.

“from watching another girl all over MY girl” billie huffs angrily. but her gentle fingers contradict her fiery demeanour by softly caressing your cheek.

“i thought we talked about it, already?” you pout.

“we did” billie says curtly.

“so what’s the problem then?”

“i just miss my baby” billie says, her tone shifting. her hand, once on your cheek, slips down to your chin to roughly pull your face towards hers.

you let out a quiet gasp at her actions, before letting out a small chuckle. “wait… are you horny, bil?” you ask her, almost making fun of this discovery.

billie says nothing but wordlessly leans in to kiss you. you quickly pull back with an amused smile, unable to ignore the fact that anyone could walk in at any second.

“later baby” you try to coax billie off of you to no avail. her grip on you just gets stronger and soon she’s pulling you up to be straddling her lap.

“you can’t expect me not to want you when you’re waring that slutty little skirt with your ass hanging out” billie mumbles into your neck as she leaves open mouthed kisses on your collar bone.

“bil” you moan her name. half telling her to stop, half telling her to go on.

“what, mama?” billie pulls back to look at you.

“please” you simply whimper.

“please what?” billie questions again, a mischevious smirk adorning her lips.

before you get a chance to answer her, someone knocks on the door and calls out, “billie, you’re on!”.

“i’m not done with you yet” billie whispers, “you’re paying for your behavior tonight.” she throws you off of her body, leaving you gobsmacked and lightly panting on the couch as she walks back to set.

“you fucker!” you call out behind her.

“you wish!” billie laughs down the hall.

[musubiki]

doodling mochi outfit concepts again

[thrasherella]

Cat!hybrid girl seduces mouse!hybrid boy at a house party

...

She'd been with a rat before, but never a mouse, and he was definitely a mouse, no mistake. Those large, velvety soft looking round ears, short stature; he was a good foot shorter than her, and just a little bit chubby. So small, but so goddamn cute.

She couldn't help herself.

They had momentarily locked gazes from across the room at the party, pupils dilating in her bright green irises as a small smirk tugged the corners of her lips, whiskers twitching slightly as she maintained that contact with his deep brown eyes and made her way over to him, slinking her way through the small crowd of their friends gathered in the living room.

"Hey,"

"Hey."

She leaned in, supporting herself with her left forearm against the wall, looking down at him playfully. "Enjoying the party?" her fluffy, inky black tail gave a mischievous flick, wrapping around the side of her waist and brushing against his thigh lightly.

He was very clearly nervous, shrinking back against the wall, hands sweaty in his pockets as he looked up at her with a shy smile, a little electric thrum sparking at the spot her tail touched him. Holy shit she's hot, and she's a cat...keep it together man!

"Y-Yeah, just, hangin' out; how about you?" his own long, thin, sparsely haired tail thumped gently against the wall, and she gave a little chuckle, momentarily flashing those sharp canine teeth...

"Oh I'm having a great time," she leaned in closer, practically pressing her breasts into his face as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink, his gaze momentarily dropping to the cleavage popping out of her low cut top. "I can think of a few ways to make it even better though, if you wanna join me for some fun..."

...

A few minutes later she had him in the bathroom, stripping him of his dark hoodie and pulling down his pants, his cock already leaking precum as he sprung free of his fabric constraints. The blush never left his face as he stood somewhat awkwardly in his baggy white t-shirt, jeans around his ankles, his eager dick poking through his boxer shorts.

Fuck why was he so cute?!

"Well, what are you waiting for nerd? Put it in already..." she bullied him playfully, getting down onto all fours in front of him, tail now high in the air as she pulled her skirt up over the curve of her ass to expose her bare cunt to him; she never wore panties.

"Yeah, just like that...mmhmmm, aaall the way..." he followed her instructions, slowly pushing his surprisingly thick cock inside her tight, wet folds, his breath coming out in small pants and huffs.

"Mmmmm yeah, that feels sooo good...pump it in and out, just like that...do you think you can go harder? Oh fuck yeah, mmhmmm...right there, keep going..."

[datbitchbonnie]

"Bonnie..."

"Yeah, Brian?" "It's just... nevermind." Brian said with a sigh as his eyes drifted to the floor. Brian gulps and clenches his right hand into a fist.

"You can tell me anything, Bri." Bonnie's silky smooth voice fills the room and makes Brian's tail twitch and face turn rosy pink.

"Well... it's just that... I feel really comfortable with you, Bonnie." Brian says nervously as his eyes widen. Bonnie doesn't know what to say or if he's finished so she just looks at him eagerly. Brian realizes this so he gulps and continues.

"I've never felt the way I do with you before... I..." Brian moves towards Bonnie on the bed. He puts his hand on hers and she doesn't move it.

Bonnie's eyes widen and she hesitates. "I'm flattered, really," She says. "but... I'm not in love with you, Brian."

Brian's gaze darkens as his eyes avoid Bonnie at all costs. "I-I know. I know you're not. I just..." he pauses and finally his eyes meet Bonnie with a sense of intense longing. "I can't stop thinking of you and... and..." their faces draw together slowly like two magnets until Bonnie can feel Brian's breath on her bottom lip.

"I need you, Bonnie."

The tension between them rises in a matter of seconds and soon Brian and Bonnie are kissing on the mouth, tongues sloppily battling in their hot mouths as they push their bodies together, panting between kisses as the tension rises and rises until neither of them can take it anymore.

Brian slides his hand under Bonnie's shirt and Brian can feel his member twinge against the side of his leg. Bonnie's hand falls at the bottom of Brian's back, pulling him closer by his waist as she tongues him deep in his drooling mouth. Brian's hand finally reaches Bonnie's nipple and he rubs it while groping her boob. His tail thumps against the bed over and over as Bonnie kisses him harder and harder, moaning into his open mouth.

Their faces slowly pull away as a line of spit connects their bottom lips, they stare into each other's eyes with lust, noticing a new flame born within them both. Brian pulls off his blue argyle sweater vest and maroon red collar in one swift movement of his arms, inspiring Bonnie to do the same with her black V-neck top.

The second Brian lays eyes on her perky breasts and soft pink nipples he can't help but push himself on her, the force of his warm body pushing her over onto her black pillows. Bonnie's eyes widen as he kisses and nibbles her neck, one hand on her breast and the other seductively inching towards her hot wet slit. She moans as his fingers get closer and closer, until suddenly Bonnie hesitates.

"Brian..." she says softly. "I don't want you to get any wrong ideas about the way I feel about you..." she swallows and her eyes soften as her cheeks turn pink. "but I want you, Brian. I want you to fuck me."

Brian can't hold himself back anymore, he pulls Bonnie's skirt down and exposes his twitching member. Bonnie bites her lip as he takes it and pushes the steaming hot tip against her perfect pink opening. He can't help himself as he forcefully thrusts his massive girth into her, making a loud moan escape from between her painted black lips. She howls and buckles her hips as Brian pushes into her over and over, thumping the headboard against the wall with rapid thunks. Bonnie can't control herself as moans fill her whole house, Brian softly moans along with her as he feels her squeeze around his throbbing manhood.

"Bonnie-..." Brian stutters between moans. Bonnie grabs his hips and pulls him deeper inside her moist core. He moans and thrusts faster as he feels her lips tighten.

"Oh-" Bonnie moans. "Oh, Joe!" she moans loader as her hips buckle. Brian doesn't have a second to process what she said before he feels his velvet cock twitch and push out thick silver ropes all over Bonnie's stomach as he pulls out, the cum dripping down her perfectly flat stomach into her bellybutton.

"Bonnie..." Brian pants as his veiny girth becomes flaccid between his legs. Bonnie's knees twitch before she slits up to look at him with a sorry but cold glance. She doesn't speak a word as Brian tries to find something to say. But he can't. His eyes darken as he stands up and hands Bonnie a towel before quickly throwing his shirt back on. He looks back at her again and the two don't exchange more than cold glances. He turns around fixes his hair before opening Bonnie's bedroom door and exiting her home...

Brian stares at the Swanson house as Joe pulls into their driveway.

"Hey Brian!" Joe says as he starts getting out of his car.

"Oh, hey Joe." Brian mumbles, not really paying attention.

"How's your day going, man?"

Brian ponders the question for a second. His groin, still warm, aches. His heart strings pull tightly at his chest, restricting his breath.

"It's going good." He says.

[cpericardium]

This is the story of the time I interviewed at Ubisoft.

When I was a teenager, I became obsessed with the Bioshock series and got it into my head that I wanted to do game design for a living. I'd never seriously attempted it nor did I know exactly what it entailed, but how hard could it be? I gamed!! I had ideas!! I said this to my teacher during a what do you want to be when you grow up talk, and she said, "Oh! My sister works at Ubisoft Singapore. I'll get you an interview."

Emails were exchanged, and someone at the company arranged a "quick chat" with me a couple of weeks later. It was for a QA tester intern position, which I reasoned was sort of like game design. After all, in the Sims 3 it's one rung on the ladder to becoming a game developer. Also I didn't want to anger my teacher. She was quite volatile.

Round 1:

I'd never done a job interview before. I put on a nice blouse and pencil skirt and heels, nervously applied and reapplied makeup which I normally did not wear, and showed up at the office building an hour early. Then as I went up the elevator I realised they never said what room it was. I couldn't very well email to ask now. I'd look like an idiot!! Fuck!! So for an hour, I just skulked around outside various glass doors peering into offices hoping there would be some receptionist around to ask, but there was practically no one there. The email only said "let's have a quick chat at 2pm on x date".

I was about to slink home with my tail between my legs when the interviewer called at the scheduled time. It was a phone interview!!!!! He didn't say that!!!!! I found a dingy secluded stairwell. As if to taunt me, one of the first questions he asked was "have you ever been to the building?"

Me, through gritted teeth: yeah! actually I'm here right now, haha... to scope it out, you know... get a lay of the land..... it's really big... Lots of glass walls...

Him: oh that's nice.

I don't remember most of the questions, but I do know he asked me what my favourite games were. I said Undertale and Life is Strange (they had come out that year), but he'd never heard of them. Maybe I should've said Far Cry or something but what if he quizzed me on it?

Round 2:

I should not have made it to this round. I was coasting entirely on the goodwill of my teacher's sister, who was high up the chain. She interviewed me next. I think her only question was whether I would be okay working long gruelling hours with little support and no overtime.

Me, blissfully unaware of crunch culture being a massive human rights issue in the industry: bring it on!!

Her: what? 🤨

Then she ushered me into a room to take a pencil and paper test. While waiting earlier, I'd frantically googled and memorised a bunch of Ubisoft games, so I could answer the one asking me to list eight of them. I figured I could have gotten away with saying Assassin's Creed and adding a random number to the back though.

The biggest problem was on the other side of the paper: a diagram of a gaming controller asking me to label the buttons. Here's the thing. I'm a PC gamer. Always have been. At the time, my only experience with console gaming was playing Little Big Planet with my best friend when I was twelve, at her house. And I wasn't very good at it! I think I fundamentally lack the hand-eye coordination for console gaming, but that's just a guess because I can count on one hand the number of times I've ever used a controller. And I can count on one hand the number of controllers I have in that hand! It's zero! I knew the wiggly antennae were for movement and the buttons on the sides did esoteric things that people will yell at you to press during crucial moments, but that was it. I ended up labelling the buttons the shapes they were (circle button, triangle button, square button etc).

The interviewer came back into the room after about 15 minutes and said I now had an hour to play an unfinished level of Assassin's Creed, identify as many bugs as possible, and record them on a spreadsheet. And even though she set me up at a computer monitor, I still had to use a controller. Are you kidding me! This was the Victorian era Assassin's Creed. I had never played any AC games before, so I didn't know what were bugs and what were features. Was "can't jump" a bug? Was "invisible wall surrounding staircases"? What was the format and lingo you were supposed to use when recording bugs? I made no progress towards the quest at all (I did not understand it or who my character was), just wandered around and wrote down things I noticed and didn't like until time was up.

Anyway, that's the tale of how I didn't get a job I was woefully unprepared and underqualified for and in retrospect didn't want all that much. Maybe what I really wanted was to be... was Ayn Rand.

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Dewther in College AU...

Aether Quint is currently in classes for nursing, hoping to excell and find himself in an OR specifically for cardiology. He's an only child. He's always wanted to do good, wanted to make sure he could do everything to keep his father and mother proud if they could still see him.

He has a few friends here and there, Pebble, Delta, and Ivy being the most frequent. They all share an anatomy class despite being in different fields, it's just one of their mandatory classes. With finals coming up, they've been STRESSING. Aether working overtime to make sure those three actually study for once instead of jerking off.

"C'mon, you need to relax for once in your life." Delta just pulling his arm one day after catching him in the library. "We're going to The Ministry and you're coming too wether you like it or not!"

"Noo!"

So there he is, eating greasy nachos and eyeing Delta n Pebble making out in a corner while Ivy keeps snagging some of his chips.

"I could be done with studying about now."

"Oh, hush. A change of scenery is necessary for your brain."

"Did you learn that in your psych class?"

Ivy just laughs, shaking his head. "Eat your damn nachos."

They're chatting back and forth before Ivy waves someone over, Aether not really paying attention until black fishnets enter his line of sight and- is that a cat tail? Looks up and his face goes RED. This pretty blonde standing at their table, a black mask covering their nose and down, a black crop top that crosses into the back to a connected skirt. Oh... Aether can't stop staring and it doesn't help the server notices, winking and gently touching under his chin.

"-Did you want anything too, hon?"

"Uhm... Yeah..."

How they laugh and Ivy snickers, speaking for him. "He'll take another blood apple."

The server just brushes back, sending another wink. "You got it."

He's watching that cat tail sway as they walk away when Ivy grabs his shoulders, shaking him, laughing louder than he has in a WHILE. "Dude! Dude! You should see your fucking face!! Oh God I gotta get the other two."

Ivy is bolting to where Delta and Pebble are, laughing and talking before running back over, now all three of them hounding Aether for embarrassing himself with the "hot waitress."

"Ask for her number!" Pebble is kicking at him under the table.

"Dude, no way!! Are you stupid?!"

By time the waiter comes back, Delta is smiling so wide and leaning on Aether's shoulder. "Excuse me, but my buddy thinks you're really cute! He was wondering if he could have your name- uhm," Squinting at the name tag like it'd be any help despite his partial blindness.

"Haha, Mystery. I go by Mystery. And my number, huh?" Mystery just tilts their head, holding Aether's cheek. "You want my number, big boy?"

"i-I—... Yes... I do..."

"Then you have to answer one simple question, deal?"

"Deal."

Mystery just gets this glint in their eyes, mask hiding what's obviously a smirk. "Do you live by yourself?"

Before Delta can say anything, Aether puts a hand over their mouth. "I do..." Delta licks his palm for that.

Mystery hums before grabbing a napkin off the table and a pen from their hip, writing on it. "Text me your address then. Keep me happy, and maybe I'll actually save your number." He's pet under the chin again as they walk away, waving goodbye. The other three don't shut up for what seems like HOURS.

He's been in his dorm for about four hours, Delta going with Pebble and Ivy doing whatever it is he does, when he hears a knock. Aether's rubbing his tired face and answers it, seeing that same masked face but no cat tail. Outfit is still the same. Mystery. Those pretty heterochromic eyes just squint from a smile, offering their hand.

"Aether! Hope I didn't wake you up? I can always come back?"

"No, no! I was, uh, just... No it's fine!" He takes their hand, helping them in. "Sorry for the mess."

"Mines worse, you're totally fine."

Mystery sits down on Aether's bed, Aether awkwardly following but before he can even process, Mystery is on his thigh and touching down his chest. "Aether, I want you to understand I don't normally do this stuff for free. But you have my curiosity." Pressed up against his torso, noses almost touching. "Don't make me seem stupid, yeah?"

It's the morning after, Aether looking at his empty bed and a sticky note on his desk. 'Text me whenever. I saved ur number <3 -Mystery.'

Classes start again Monday when he sees the others again, his hickies still prominent and some scabs starting on his back and arms. He, once again, didn't hear the end of it from the others. Using a detour as one of the buildings had a roof leak to get to his next class when he turns and runs into someone, knocking them down.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

That voice... Aether is crouched down to help pick up discarded items from their bag, meeting heterochromic eyes but no mask. How they recognize each other within seconds and Mystery just scrambles to grab their- his- stuff. Quickly dashing off with a quick "thanks", leaving Aether to stare longingly but then back to the bracelet he forgot on the ground.

Through the remainder of his classes, his fingers delicately going over the bracelet and charms; an anchor, a music note, and a heart. It's pretty. Aether's cheeks getting warm every time he thinks of Mystery, how he didn't even feel the bracelet when Mystery's wrist touched him. Well, he can't just keep it forever! He's not a thief. Swallowing his pride and the moment he's able, makes his way back to The Ministry. Walking through crowds just to see Mystery once again, this time in a devil costume, the other dancer in an angel.

He waits before they make eye contact, holding up the bracelet with a nervous smile. It takes a bit before Mystery gets down, stumbling over his words and thanking Aether, trying to clip it on but unable—leading to Aether putting it on for him.

"Listen, I- uh... Please don't... Tell anyone at school. It's embarrassing enough as is and—"

"Mystery, hey... I promise, I won't say a word. What you have to do, is what you have to do. I swear on everything, your secret is safe with me."

They keep eye contact for a bit, "It's... My name is Dewdrop, actually. Mystery is just my scene name."

"Dewdrop? Hm." Aether just smiles. "I like that a lot."

Behind that mask, Aether can see Dewdrop smile too, turning back and softly whispering he'll text him, getting back to work. You can't blame Aether for staying for a few more hours to watch Dew dance for longer.

For so many nights they're texting back and forth, Aether learning Dewdrop is going for music- mainly producing. It's about a week when Aether asks Dewdrop on a date, anxiety growing as he keeps seeing the bubbles pop up and down of Dew texting, but relief flooding as he gets a yes. They just... Click. It's almost instant, really. To the point next semester, they request to be put together, Dew even staying in Aether's dorm from time to time when Delta is gone or vice versa when Rain is gone to his own boyfriends.

Even when Aether finally gets his subordinate opportunity in the local hospital, taking as much time as he can to absolutely admire his new boyfriend. Isn't that neat? Him, Aether, with a boyfriend. And he wouldn't change it for the world.

[darlingsfandom]

Reader refused to sleep in her and Spencer’s apartment when he was arrested. She let their son and daughter sleep over at JJ’s house. She slept on the couch in Aaron’s office- when she slept. When they finally got him out they only made it to their SUV before they made up for lost time.

"And I thought I looked rough!" Spencer was doing his best to lighten up the mood when you picked him up. You had bags for days, your hair was pulled back with a few fly away hairs and your clothes were a bit wrinkly.

"Spencer..." You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could. You were squeezing all the oxygen out of him , but he didn't mind it all. He kissed the top of your head before you two walked to get all his belongings. Once that was settled he held your hand all the way to the SUV. He put his stuff in the trunk as you leaned against the suv.

"Baby, have you even slept?" He closed the trunk before he wrapped his arms around your waist and smoothed your hair.

"I slept on the couch in Hotchs office when I could sleep. The kids have been staying at JJs and I couldn't sleep in our bed without you. It wasn't the same. I'd turn to hold you and you weren't there.." your eyes swelled with tears before you buried your face in his chest.

"Baby, it's okay. I'm home now. You'll be able to rest again." Spencer held onto you while the two of you stood in the parking lot. He hummed softly while rubbing small circles into your back. Spencer slowly pulled away and looked down at you with love and lust. He leaned in and kissed your strawberry flavored lips. Oh how he missed your soft lips on his. His were a bit chapped compared to yours. Your fingers ran down his arms while his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth. Small whimpers escaped your throat into his when his hand gripped your ass and gave it a squeeze.

"You know JJ said she'd keep the kids a couple extra nights so we can have time to catch up... why don't we go home yeah?" Your voice was soft and silky while you played with his shirt.

"Baby... I don't think I can wait until we get home." Spencer said breathlessly as he opened the back door, bent you over the back seat, pulled down your skirt and ripped off your panties. Spencer's animalistic side was out and you knew you where in for it. He waisted no time in slipping his long fingers inside of your folds.

"Fuck baby! Missed me that much huh? I missed you so much. Thought about you, your sweet little mouth and your pretty fucking cunt!" His weight was pushed into your back as you gripped the back the seat. His fingers pumped in and out of you faster than you've ever felt. "Such a needy girl, but I don't blame you. You went this long with my cock, bet your little toys didn't fill you the way I do ! Did they sweet girl?" Spencer bit down on your ear before kissing down your neck while he pulled his fingers out. All you could hear was the fumbling of his pants dropping down before you felt the head of his cock against your slipper folds.

"Oh Spencer ! Please ! I need your fat cock! Please." You begged and he wrapped his arm around your waist as he slipped his cock inside of you. Both of let out a loud moan before he started slowly fucking into you. It was almost romantic how soft he was being when a few seconds ago he was an animal. He pressed all of his weight into you again while nibbling your ear lobe.

"I've missed you so much. In so many ways." Spencer held onto you like his life depended on it. "I've missed you too Spencer." Your voice was soft and sweet until the hormones took over in Spencer and he gave it his all. Your ears filled with the sounds of his grunts and his balls slapping against you. Your knees were shaking as Spencer gripped your pony tail and pulled your back against his chest. It didn't matter that he was fucking you in the prison parking lot , it didn't matter if anyone caught you. He missed you and you missed him. He kissed the top of your head and mumbled how much he missed you and your pussy.

"Such a good girl! Taking my cock so well. Fits so perfectly inside of you. You were made to be mine" Spencer was brusing your pussy with how hard he was fucking you. His hand roamed down your body until he reached your legs. His fingers found your clit and rubbed it fast as he fucked you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as whimpers left your lips.

"Spencer Spencer Spencer ! Fuck me yes! Fuck I'm your good girl! Shit! Oh my god don't stop baby!" You cried out as your knees were shaking while the fire in your lower belly was about to burst . Your skin was hot as Spencer rubbed your clit faster .

"That's a good girl, yeah. Cum for me. Show me how much you missed me baby!" He grunted into your ear while your orgasm washed over in a different way than before, Spencer made you squirt for the first time ever. "SPENCER!" You cried out as you watched the clear liquid gush out of you as his cum filled you up to the brim. He grinned ear to ear as he slowly pulled out of you and did his best to help you clean yourself up.

"You know ... that's just the start of what I have planned for you." Spencer kissed you softly before helping into the SUV and took you back to the apartment to continue on with what he had in store .

[celestiall0tus]

Adamsapple Fluff Week - Day 3 - Rainy Day/Baking/Music - Supposed to Be

More Fluff with Angst, but this time it's more fluff than angst! Anyway, for the @adamsapplefluffweek

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Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6 || Day 7

            Lucifer putted around his room as he sorted through his collection of ducks. He had started over again from his prior attempts. He worked through how he wanted to organize them when a clap of thunder roared. Lucifer jumped before he collected himself. He glanced out a window just as the downpour began. A soft smile spread on his face as he opened a window to let the sound in. He relaxed on the window as he listened to the patter of the rain.

            “Hey, bitch!” Adam’s voice yelled.

            Lucifer’s head shot up as he looked around. He didn’t see Adam until he looked at the Adam rubber duck. He raised a brow to see it glow when he remembered what he gave Adam. He jumped up and teleported right to Adam, who was in the garden. He moved through the garden as it was littered with women with twisted black and white wings, imp tails and horns, and halos. He watched as they flew about and mingled with each other. A few of them noticed him, smiled and waved, then continued with what they were doing.

            Lucifer smiled as he continued through the garden until he found Adam with a trio of women. Lucifer hid back a little and peered at them. Two of the women squared off again each other. One wore a sleeveless vest, crop top, shorts, thigh-high stockings, and boots with her hair styled over her shoulder like Lyre. The other woman wore a bra top, sleeves over her forearms, shorts, and boots with messy, shoulder-length hair. Adam stood in the back with the third who wore a waist coat with a tank top under, skirt, and boots with her hair styled in a low ponytail over her shoulder. Each of the women had black sclarea with white irises and black pupils. He recalled a few others having an eye or two like that and wondered what it meant.

            Lucifer took a step forward as the pair of women lunged at each other and sparred. His jaw dropped at their quick blows they were able to deflect with ease. He stepped back as he felt the shock of the impact several yards from them. They shifted tactics to grabbing each other and trying to fling the other. Their struggle took to the air as twisted wings sprouted from their backs as they gained the attributes of the other women in the garden. They took off, rolling and tumbling through the air.

            “Hey, Lucifer!” the woman called. Her voice light and melodic.

            Adam turned around as Lucifer approached. “Hey, bitch. Took you long enough.”

            “Sorry. Was cut off by that fight. Is everything ok?” Lucifer asked.

            “Oh, yeah. That’s just things they do,” Adam said.

            “They’re quite skilled. Who are they?”

            “Lightning and Thunder, my girls.”

            Lucifer’s eyes widened as he looked back at them. “They’re so different without those things on them.”

            “Well, duh. Did you think they looked like that?”

            “A little. They were deployed by Roo. You know, the Root of all Evil. You never know what you get when dealing with her.”

            “Yeah, well, these girls are cool.”

            “Are you sure? I can get rid of them if you’d like.”

            “Don’t. I want them to stay and feel welcome too.”

            “You do?”

            “Yeah. Uh, Rain, why don’t you go do, I don’t know, something?” Adam asked.

            “But someone has to keep watch over you. The others might come for you too,” Rain said.

            “Relax, bitch. You three are still here with everyone else. I’ll be fine.”

            “Ok. But scream if you’re getting killed!” Rain called before she joined Lightning and Thunder in their spar.

            Adam smiled, then motioned for Lucifer to follow him. Lucifer trotted after Adam as they strolled around the garden.

            “So, uh, how’re your wounds? They should be almost healed now, right?” Lucifer asked.

            “Yeah, they are. The deepest of them have yet to heal, but everything else has.”

            “That’s good. I’m… I’m sorry for what happened that day.”

            “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I just… I had that one coming for a long fucking time. But enough about that for now. I wanted to talk to you.”

            “Of course! What’s up?”

            Adam stopped near a little pond. Lucifer stopped beside him and looked around. Small pairs and lone women were scattered around the area as they relaxed around the pond. A few looked like they had fallen asleep near a little waterfall. He smiled when Adam’s grunt caught his attention. He turned to see Adam struggling a little to sit. He helped Adam and sat beside him.

            “Thank you. A little easier when resting. These wounds still take a lot out of me,” Adam admitted.

            “I imagine. They didn’t look pleasant,” Lucifer added.

            “Yeah, no kidding. Anyway, I… need your help with something.”

            “Yeah! Of course. Anything within my power, you just name it.”

            Adam smiled, then it faded. “Cain will be coming up to the hotel in a week. And he won’t be alone.”

            “Who is he bringing with him?”

            “His… his dad and some bitch named Monica,” Adam admitted.

            Lucifer’s eyes widened as his face fell. “He… replaced you?”

            “I don’t blame the boy. I am the man that allowed him to be thrown into a pit of eternal darkness over an accident. Anyway, could you tell Charlie? I should, but the bitch still annoys me. And I really don’t want to hear all about her possible plans for helping me. I just want it to be you, me, Cain, and who he’s bringing.”

            “Yeah, I can do that.”

            “Thank you. Lightning warned me not to bring any of them as Cain has a habit of antagonizing them, and them in return. So, if my girls can’t be there, I’d rather have someone like you around.”

            “What do you mean when you say that?”

            Adam considered. “Someone I can trust.”

            Lucifer’s eyes misted over. “You… you trust me? Really?”

            “Yeah, well, fuck. Look, after that whole incident with Cain, I’ve been thinking. Shocker, I know.”

            “I’ll say,” a woman said.

            “Woah, Adam, thinking? With which head?” another woman teased.

            “Is there a difference?” a third woman asked.

            A soft chorus of giggles filled the area.

            “Hey, fuck you all!” Adam yelled as he flipped them all off.

            The women that were awake all smiled and flipped Adam off back.

            Lucifer chuckled. “They really are just like you. You must be proud.”

            “I am, but I still regret what I did to them. I allowed each of them to be kicked from Heaven and I didn’t do anything. Just like Cain, I treated them the same way. Once they slipped up, that was it. I don’t blame the ones that still hate me. I’m more surprised not all of them do,” Adam admitted.

            “I mean, sure, you had us kicked out of Heaven, but, like, it’s not so bad,” a woman remarked.

            “Yeah. Not every day is great, but when they are, they’re the best. Way better than any day we ever had in Heaven,” another woman commented.

            “Everything just feels so much better. No rules. No expectations. We can simply be. It’s awesome,” a third woman added.

            “Regardless, I still allowed it to happen, and I want to make things right. Especially when Lightning made me realize how your girls saw me,” Adam said.

            One of the women opened their mouth to speak as Rain flew in and crashed into Lucifer. Lightning and Thunder followed, looking battered and bruised.

            “A father, a brother, and a friend! That’s what you are!” Rain yelled.

            “Just be cautious of the ones that see you as a partner,” Thunder commented.

            Adam recoiled. “They what?”

            “Yeah. If you see any of us in purple-ish garb with a lot of them looking like Lute, run away. They will fuck you,” Lightning explained.

            “Just like Lute,” Rain added.

            “Especially like Lute,” Thunder agreed.

            Murmurs of agreement passed along the other women.

            “Alright, enough. Can you all get the fuck out? I’m not done talking to Lucifer yet,” Adam hissed.

            “Oh, we’re just here to gather the loungers and drop this off,” Thunder said as she dropped a box in front of Adam.

            The other women perked up. “Snacks?”

            “Snacks,” Rain sang.

            One of the women gasped. “Oh, I have an idea of what we can do after snacks!”

            “Do share,” another woman encouraged.

            “We should sing. And Adam and Lucifer can make some sweet, sweet music as we do.”

            Laughter erupted from the women as Lucifer’s face turned bright gold and Adam’s a deep red.

            “Get out of here! All of you! Fucking shoo!” Adam roared.

            The women took off, laughing still. Lucifer smiled while Adam crossed his arms and fumed. Lucifer turned to the box and opened it. Lucifer’s eyes sparkled at the various little cookies, pies, and mini cakes packed inside.

            “May I?” Lucifer asked.

            “Go ahead,” Adam said.

            Lucifer grinned and took a mini chocolate tart.

            “Anyway, as I was trying to fucking say, I have a lot I need to make up for. My girls, Cain, and you.”

            “Me?” Lucifer asked with a mouth full of food.

            “I blamed you for everything wrong in my life. I focused on when you gave Eve the apple. It was… easier to just pin all the blame on you instead of seeing the truth. Even when I was presented with the truth, I wasn’t ready to accept it.”

            “What changed?”

            “One part Cain, three parts Lightning. Lightning shared with me what she had pounded in her head by Rain. How anger will just poison the soul, that forgiveness starts with the self, and that… that I’m just as much to blame for everything that happened to me. Her words didn’t mean shit until I saw Cain. To see him, well, alive, it shook me to my core. I thought he was gone. I searched for him but gave up and assumed he was gone. And with all this time I was stuck in bed, all I could do was think. I fucked up… a lot. And I have a lot to make up for. So….”

            Adam paused. Lucifer watched Adam collect himself as he grabbed another treat.

            “I want to start over with you.”

            “You do?”

            “Yeah. I know there’s nothing that can truly make up for our pasts, but I’m tired of it looming over me when I’m not there anymore. That life is long gone. My life as a human, and as an angel. This is a new life, and I want to do things differently. Starting with you.”

            “Yes! I mean, yeah, totally. I’m cool with that.”

            Adam smiled and opened his mouth when a small rectangle box was thrown at him. Lucifer caught it as Adam jumped to his feet.

            “Which one of you fucking threw that? What did you even fucking throw at me?” Adam roared.

            “They look like biscuit sticks covered in cookies and cream cream,” Lucifer answered.

            “What the fuck are these for?” Adam demanded.

            “You can figure it out! Just use your head!” a woman called out.

            “Either one works,” Thunder added.

            “Girls, girls, you’re being too generous. He doesn’t have that much brain capacity to think that far,” another woman commented.

            The women murmured their agreements. Adam fumed and flew after them as they ran away, laughing. Lucifer listened to the sounds of Adam throwing a fit while they all laughed and teased him while he munched on the biscuit sticks. Adam returned and flopped onto the ground.

            “Fuck. That took a lot out of me. I need a fucking nap,” Adam whined.

            A chorus of disappointed awes sounded behind Lucifer and Adam.

            “Does that mean no jam session?” a woman asked.

            “Well, not exactly,” Lucifer said.

            Lucifer put the box of sticks down and stood. He summoned his golden fiddle, raised the bow, and played. He played a soft, slow melody in tune with the light rainstorm outside. The women cooed and chirped their approval and flocked around Lucifer. They settled in as they listened to the song. A few women vocalized with the music. More joined in to create an angelic choir.

            “Weak!” Adam yelled.

            The women hissed at Adam, but Lucifer grinned. He changed the tempo to an upbeat, fast song. The choir stopped as the women squealed and danced. They grabbed others as they all danced around Lucifer. They all laughed and clapped while they danced. Adam smiled as he watched his girls have a good time. Lucifer glanced back at Adam as an idea formed. Lucifer grinned as he created a new guitar for Adam, and it appeared in a puff of golden smoke in Adam’s hands.

            Adam’s eyes widened as he admired the guitar. The body was a black dragon with an orange and yellow underbelly taking flight. The strings were black until he strummed them when they lit up yellow, cooled to orange, then reverted to black. The headstock was styled like a fire that lit up as the strings were strummed. Adam strummed the strings again as he played a small jiggle. The headstock lit up until it was white, and it shot fire out from it.

            “Holy fucking shit. It shoots fire? Hell fucking yeah!” Adam cheered.

            Lucifer stopped and turned as Adam staggered to his feet.

            “Enough of that pussy ass shit. Let me show you what real music is!”

            Lucifer dismissed his fiddle as Adam rocked out on his new guitar. Lucifer watched in awe as Adam played his heart out. He smiled until he saw sweat beads drip down Adam’s face. Concern took hold as Adam paled and his music slowed until he slipped up. Adam let out a gasp and collapsed. Lucifer, Lightning, Thunder, and Rain rushed to his aid. Lucifer caught him as he saw fresh, red blood soak through Adam’s shirt.

            “Easy, big guy. Your wounds,” Lucifer reminded.

            Adam took a rough breath. “Yeah, yeah. But you have to admit, that was fucking awesome.”

            “It was, but you still pushed it too far. Let’s get you back to your room.”

            Lucifer snapped his fingers and teleported him and Adam to Adam’s room. He helped Adam onto his bed, cleaned him up, and changed the soiled bandages.

            “You need to be careful. Reopening your wounds won’t help them heal,” Lucifer scolded.

            “I know. Geez, don’t fucking nag me. Can you fucking blame me? You made me that sick ass guitar. How could I not treat her right?”

            Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’ll nag if it comes at your personal expense. You can treat that guitar far better once you’ve healed. You’ll only disappoint with a half-assed job like that.”

            Adam gave a weak laugh. “Me? Half-assed job? Never.”

            “Really? That’s not what I just saw.”

            “Oh yeah? I’ll fucking show you, bitch.”

            Lucifer smirked. “Is that a threat, or a promise?”

            “Both. I’ll make you eat those words once these fucking injuries are gone.”

            “I’ll hold you to that, but you need to rest.”

            “Will you stay?”

            Lucifer paused. “You want me to stay?”

            “Yes. The meds that you gave me have helped, but that day in the garden, when I fell asleep with you, it was the best sleep I’d had in a long time.”

            “I will.”

            Adam gave a weak smile. He pulled Lucifer in, wrapped his arms around Lucifer, and passed out before long.

            Lucifer laid there some time longer as he watched Adam sleep. He sighed and rested his head against Adam’s chest, listening to Adam’s heartbeat. He closed his eyes and listened to the heartbeat and the rain as he was lulled to sleep.

[luveline]

I think I might be technically evil for sending you three requests in one day when you’re probably overloaded with everyone else’s too… but if I may be evil for a moment… could you do something where shy!reader has a sleepover with Jonathan or something and she does her nightly routine and she does it for him too?? Like I want to tie his hair up in a lil ponytail and sweep the baby ones back with a fluffy headband and do a little skincare routine on him <3 I’m giving you so so so many kisses my love <3

technically a gorgeous sunbeam whom I adore maybe <3 shy!fem!reader teaching Jonathan the steps to her skincare routine ♥︎

If you were to describe Jonathan in one word, it would be calm. The kind of calm he's worked hard for. When his home can be anything but and his past rife with noise, Jon has carved a little slice of quiet sanctuary. You love sharing it with him. 

The closer you've grown, the less you worry about disrupting said sanctuary. The first few times you'd slept over you followed his motions, washing your face with his minty bar soap, changing when he changed, watching movies until you fell asleep on his shoulder. 

But a girl can't live like that every weekend. It's bad for your skin, no matter how much you like him.

So you'd introduced small parts of your routine on a trial basis. Jonathan, eternal sweetheart, loverboy extraordinaire, hadn't minded one bit. In fact, he'd been curious. 

He stands in the doorway of the bathroom with a charmed smile on his face. You blink through suds and catch his stare, surprised he's put down his book. 

"What are you doing?" he asks. 

"Just face soap," you say, turning on the faucet again to cup a handful of water and wash away the last of the suds. You dry your eyes quickly with a small face towel. "Sorry, was I being super loud?" 

"No," he says, hand on his elbow. 

"Oh," you say, and you're timid yourself, so you know the look on his face rather well. "What do you want, baby?" 

Jonathan sits down on the wooden box by the door that serves as their laundry basket. He's had his hair cut recently, and the shorter strands against his forehead beg for some handling. You nibble your lip, wondering if it's worth the embarrassment. Jonathan has had you more vulnerable than this, what's the worst that could happen? 

You raise your hand to his hair, stroking it gently from his head to see his eyebrows clearly. 

"I could do it with you?" he asks. "Your routine." 

"My routine? It's not so complicated, Jon, just moisturiser and…" You cross your arms behind your back. "You want to do it with me?" 

"Yeah. Is that weird?" 

"No," you say. It's so, so sweet. "Not weird." 

You take your headband off and slip it over his head. His eyes close in total trust, and you try to deserve it, using your gentlest touch. Once it's around his neck you pull it back up, easing his short hair away from his face. 

"I forgot what your forehead looked like," you say. 

He gazes up at you adoringly. 

You slide the hair tie from your wrist and tilt your head in question. He smiles like he's somewhere else, and that'll have to do. He gets distracted sometimes, and you don't know if it's the truth but whenever you ask what he's thinking about he always says, "You." Best to not ask, and avoid the hot flush. 

You rake your fingers through his hair to get the longer pieces beside his neck and make the world's smallest pony tail at the nape. 

"Pretty," you say gently. You flick his ponytail. "If you wash your face, we'll do the rest together." 

Jonathan stands up and skirts around you to the sink,  his fingers touching the tiniest slice of your exposed midriff for a millisecond more than what could be accidental. You know he didn't do it to make you self-conscious, but you pull your pyjamas a little higher up your hips. 

He goes to use his soap. You hand him yours before he can start, and he makes quick work of washing his face. You splash your face to make it tacky again and open your palm, dipping it toward him so he does the same. 

"Toner. I think I'm supposed to use a cotton round, but I just put it in my palm."

"It's purple," he says, startled. 

"The bottle," you say with a delighted laugh. "It's clear, swears. I think it's mostly water and aloe vera. It made my nose pores smaller."

"Did it?" he asks. 

You shrink. "It didn't?" 

"No, I mean. I never noticed them changing size." He laughs and shakes his hand. You tip a small well of toner into his hand and he waits for you to do the same for yourself, copying your hand movements exactly. 

"It's sticky." He wipes his hand in your bare arm. 

"Thanks, jerk. Just wash it off!" 

He tries to hide his smile and fails. 

You pick up your smaller tube. "Moisturiser," you say. 

He knows how to use it, so you don't bother explaining why you put it all over until he asks, "I get all greasy on my nose, do I…?"

"I'm not sure. I think, uh." You realise you're going to have to talk about something he doesn't know, and you never enjoy that. Correcting people feels like a nightmare — you're always worried they'll get annoyed or defensive, or that you'll come off as a know it all. But Jonathan doesn't do that, so you explain. "When you wash your face, you take all the oils off of your skin, and your skin reacts by making more of it. Sometimes it makes too much, and you end up greasy. If you moisturise it can help give some of the oil back and your skin doesn't feel the need to make too much." You pat a white smear across his cheek. "At least, that's what I think. I could be wrong." 

"Sometimes I use some of that serum your mom got me, but I skipped it today because I ran out. Sorry, Jon, it's much shorter than I thought it was now we're doing it." 

"I bet you're right," he says. His smile is gooey smooth. The entire time you'd been talking, he'd looked entranced. "What's next?" 

"I don't mind. Five minutes doing something with you is better than without." He peels your headband off like he hasn't just said something insanely lovely. "How do I look?" he asks, his dampened baby hairs a wild curling mess around his face.

You tuck your arm into his. "You look perfect." 

[dragonmasterhiccup]

The mermaid smiles warmly at the sight of the two of them reuniting. She was really glad that Hiccup was back with his best friend, and that Toothless had him back too. Seeing them happy was all she could ever want.

“Aww, my boys are back together.” The girl giggles softly. 

Perseus bounds over as well, licking and nuzzling Melodía lovingly as she squeaks with delight, giving him kisses.

The princess grins at their Ingerman friend. “Hi Fishlegs! Thanks for taking such good care of them. Oh! We have SO much to show you about new dragons! Hiccup has a lot of it written down, so we can all go through it together if you like.”

As Hiccup finishes taking off his prosthetic, Melodía nods.

“Good plan. I can hang onto it if you like. I know you have enough tail fins in your hut already.” She chuckles. 

Melodía takes her shell necklace in hand. “Alright, I’m gonna turn myself back first, then I’ll do you, okay?”

With that, she blows into the shell, the same orange and yellow magic spilling out of it as the first time she did it. It envelops her, and she is gently lifted above the water before transforming back into her human form and being set back into the shallow water.

She giggles, lifting her skirt to look at her feet and wiggle her toes, before walking to shore and standing beside Hiccup.

“Alright. You ready?”

The former mermaid waits for him to give her the go ahead before taking a deep breath and concentrating. She brings the shell to her lips once more, a low whistle sounding as the magic spills out once more. It sparkles as it surrounds Hiccup, gently lifting him into the air just as she had been. His merfolk ears, tail, scales, webbing, and claws disappear. His one and a half legs return, leaving him exactly the way he was before he transformed, without the prosthetic of course. He is then gently set down next to Toothless, so he can lean on the dragon for support if he needs it.

Once the spell is finished, she lets go of the shell, slightly out of breath as she sways dizzily.

Hiccup grinned happily at Melodía as Toothless licked his face. The dragon made a face, and the Viking laughed. "Salty, huh?"

"Oh, of course!" Fishlegs beamed. "You know I'm more than happy to look after any dragons! They got along wonderfully with Meatlug! Isn't that right, girl?" The Gronckle leaned towards her rider, wagging her tail and her tongue hanging out.

Fishlegs inhaled sharply. "More new dragons?! I can't wait!"

Hiccup smiled, shaking his head slightly. "We will go over that, but maybe tomorrow. It's been a busy few days, we just need a little time to settle back in, think..."

The prosthetic detached, he placed it on the shore behind him. "Too many? Nah, no such thing. Besides, this fin is unique, and I'd like to hold onto it, if that's alright with you." She had put such thought and care into it, that when it wasn't in use, Hiccup wanted to hang it up on his wall, on display.

Nodding, he leaned back on his hands. "Sounds good!"

Fishlegs, who had never seen magic before, watched in awe as Melodía transformed back to a human. As she settled back onto the ground, he tilted his head, seeing her belt.

Realizing where he saw that before, he let out an excited squeal. "Oh! Hiccup! Is that what I think it is?!?"

Hiccup had a wide smile, fangs in full view. "Yes, it is! But, keep it quiet for now, I think dad wanted to do an official announcement."

"Oh congratulations! A wedding! How exciting! Meatlug we'll have to give your scales a good scrubbing and polishing, we need to look out best for an event of this scale!"

Hiccup chuckled, shaking his head. Looking up at Melodía, he nodded, getting a final look at his tail. "Yeah, I'm ready!"

He closed his eyes, the sensation from the magic tingling all over. When he was set down, Toothless was immediately there, ready to help Hiccup balance. "Thanks, bud!"

Turning to look at his fiance, his brows furrowed in worry as he reached towards her, placing a hand on her back to help steady her. "Melodía! Are you alright?"

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Statistical Outliers

Part 9 ish of drabble. I had to cut this part from the other because it was just too long. I think. It seemed long. Some hints into my headcanons for Vox's backstory too.

“Velvette, the kid is going to stay with me today.”

She gave him a look in the reflection of her mirror. He caught her in the middle of putting on what she would call ‘her face’. To be honest, he always thought she looked just fine without the makeup. She was a natural beauty, not an artificial one. But, she insisted, and he was never going to tell her that her efforts were a waste. It was an artform, he’d suppose. Back when he was alive, he’d only ever used the barest amount of makeup right before filming, enough to make his face look, universally, one color. It was a bit of a pain to work around when TV switched to color, but you got to keep moving forward, as they say.

As she lined her lips, a shadow of suspicious snuck into her eyes.

“Why?”

His chest hurt from the breath he was holding. When he let it go, it shook his body down to his shoes.

“You know why.”

He knows that Vel had probably also been trying to get the kid to sign the dotted line. Her methods usually involved some bullying, some sarcastic remarks, then switching it up to something that sounded sweet. She played both good cop and bad cop in her negotiations. ‘Oh, look how terrible you are, see how people dislike you’ and ‘But I like you. Here, let me help make other people see what I see. Let’s show them the real you’ are common phrases of hers. Clearly, it hasn’t been effective in this particular case. Not that anything Vox has done has been any better, but, well, he’s glad someone else tried at least.

“What do you plan to do?” She asked, pressing her lips together and making a pop sound.

“Feed him to the wolves, I suppose. Threats didn’t do much. I tried the honey after.”

“We could always make him to watch Val break your screen until he agrees.” She joked.

The worst part was, he had a sneaking suspicion that that might’ve actually worked if Vox wasn’t completely against the idea of Val beating the crap out of him. Besides, Val was indisposed today. His moth girls kept fluttering about the lounge tending to him. He’s pretty sure one of them already got her wings pulled this morning.

“Already filled my quota for broken screens this week, but thanks for the advice.” He said a little bitterly.

“Got it fixed in record time though.” She mentioned as she moved on to double checking her eyelashes. “He’s quite the little handyman.”

Ah, well, then she knows.

“He fix something of yours?”

“Yeah, my stupid co-worker.” She teased. Then, she ran a quick finger through her hair and turned around. “Look good?”

“Always.” He acknowledged.

Had she not just finished fixing her lipstick, he might’ve just got another kiss on the side of his face.

“Vee?”

“Yeah, Vel?”

“Don’t hurt yourself, yeah? With this whole…thing. I know you and Val are kinda stuck on getting it in writing, but there’s always something else we could do.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. An electrical collar or something. Just don’t beat yourself up too, ‘kay?”

First Val was being introspective, now Velvette. Was Hell freezing over?

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She turned about, the waves in her skirt shifting when she moved. She readjusted her leather vest, then blew him a kiss as she stepped out.

“Kisses, darling.”

He pretended to catch it and put it in his coat pocket.

He took a moment to collect himself, then stepped back out. He was not prepared, at all, for the kid to leap over the furniture towards him.

“Velvette said we were hanging out today. Is that for real?”

Okay, Vox. You can do this. You’re on air! Smile for the camera!

“Yeah, you’re my problem today.” The kid’s tail swished behind him, just barley containing joy. “I’ve got some work to do this morning, and a conference around noon. I want you to come with me.”

“What’s the conference about?” He asked.

“A company concern that needs to be addressed. With any hope it will be a short meeting.”

“Are there going to be a lot of others there? I don’t need to get dressed up do I?” He says, as if he wasn’t already in top of the line fashion via Vel. Everything from the cut of his pants to the lining of his shirt was custom. It wouldn’t be good enough for her feed otherwise.

“You’re fine as is.” He answered, using his phone to distract himself from those peering, curious eyes.

“Do you want me to get coffee for you and, uh, your presenters?” He said, obviously not sure what Vox had in mind. He can only imagine that he was thinking of every other conference meeting from every movie about a dad who doesn’t spend enough time with their kids around the holidays. It was always a bunch of old men discussing numbers, profits, and something that sounded too greedy for the message of the movie.

“That won’t necessary. Either way, we…have some time. I’ve got some broadcasts to do. It’s not something you can really help with so-”

“You mean when you plug yourself into your chair setup?” He asked.

“…yes?”

“Do you mind if I tag along? It gets boring sitting down all by myself.”

He had planned on just keeping him here, or maybe even his room, until the time came for the…conference. Problem was, he really didn’t need the kid catching on. And he didn’t have an excuse for why he couldn’t be in the monitor room that didn’t sound like an excuse, not after having him by his side all morning just the day before.

“Alright, but same rules as last time. No bothering me when I’m in the middle of something. Got it?”

“Yes!” The kid clasped his hand in a silent fist pump.

He took only a few steps forward, just enough to enter the lift, when a hand reached up and grabbed his own. The kid backed up away from the outer circle. He knew where the line ends now and where the actual lift began. That didn’t seem to make him any more confident that he wouldn’t trip and go falling down the chute.

Come on, Vox. You’re not his friend, remember?

He pulled his hand away, bringing it instead to cross across his chest. Crossed arms were not a good look. It always seemed defensive, and Vox has made a point of avoiding that particular posture for a long time now. If he was going front of media, he’d never allow himself to be filmed like that. As they were just going to the monitor room, it didn’t matter. Still, the kid knew something was up. Nervous as he was about the lift though, he didn’t fight Vox for his hand back. Instead, he grabbed onto his coattails. He better not rip them, he thought.

The lift dropped them off right where they needed to be. His sharks swam over a little eagerly. Vox’s presence in the morning always signaled breakfast, and today was no different. A quick wave and the electronic dispenser dropped down their usual chum. No special, living treats today…at least for now. Anyone could piss him off and end up as a side snack. His patience was already trying on himself.

“Hi, Anchor! Hi, Barge!” The kid greeted them as he walked by where they swam. Weirdly enough, Vox could swear they responded to the names, turning for a moment to focus their beady eyes on the kid. They were probably sizing him up, to see if Vox would finally be tossing him their way but…for a second, it almost looked like…whatever the shark equivalent was for tolerance.

“What did I say about touching the tank?” He made himself groan.

“But I didn’t touch the tank.”

“Yeah, well, don’t stand so close either. Your spit fogs up the view.” He was trying to pick an argument. Give him something to be mad at the kid for until noon, anything to make the time more tolerable. Instead of giving him a fight though, the kid sighed, shrugged, then joined Vox by the monitors.

Fine then! He can just drown himself in his work, a proven method of distraction. The cables snapped in, sparks dancing around his head, before he was suddenly pulled across the city. Millions upon millions of smaller consciousness ripped apart from the main stem and sent spiraling down wires, across phones, and popping up in TV sets across the ring.

So far so good. He kept his gaze out, to his empire and his enslaved viewership. ‘Trust us’ echoed back to him like a never-ending tunnel of voices. He could just stay here if he wanted, where physical things mattered little and his kingdom of stolen time lasted forever. He could get himself lost down winding threads of random topics: what new places popped up, what’s the latest trend, what’s the biggest gossip. The internet was a clusterfuck of thoughts all screaming into the void a bunch of nonsense with the hope that someone else out there would respond with something intelligent. It was a bunch of questions asked that have been asked before and by millions of others. It was a collection of knowledge; it was a dumpster fire of idiocy.

It was a great, mind-numbing distraction.

But his physical body felt something tapping against his chair. A series of taps, a code he’d memorized so long ago in the past that he remembered more from the muscle memory of writing it a hundred times than recognizing it from a glance.

It was a transmission. At least it would be, if hooked up to a transmitter.

Loxley to Foulfellow. Airways open. Ready to receive transmission.

That was just the kind of thing that would snap Vox from any distraction. The wires plugged into his head popped from the surge. His claws dug into his seat, creating a series of scars from the drag. Hot, seething rage forced his fans to overwork. All around, monitors sparked, accidentally catching them in the after current of his shock and anger. A piercing eye bore down on the little fox sitting next to him.

“Who are you contacting?” His voice filtered in from every single speaker about, making an odd feedback that contorted the message. It hardly sounded like a voice at all.

The kid seemed surprised by the sudden outburst. His head tilted to the side, innocent act already showing its face.

Oh, but he wasn’t going to fall for that again. And to think! He might’ve actually felt bad for what had to be done later. But it was always a trick. It was always a lie.

“Huh?”

He slammed his fist down, putting a dent in the metal armrest. The kid actually fell backwards from the impact and his own alarm.

“You think because you tapped in Morse that I didn’t understand? You think you could trick me? ME? That code is my mother tongue. I spent four fucking years of my life speaking only that code, and you thought you could slip that by me? Really?”

It was Alastor. He knew it in the pit of his heart, it was Alastor. Who else would he be contacting if not the fucking Radio demon himself.

“I wasn’t contacting anybody-”

“Don’t. You. Dare. Lie. To. Me.” He snapped, teeth ripping from the digital plane into the physical as he snarled.

“I’m not.” He said in a small voice. “Foulfellow is my grandpa.”

Vox pulled back, only slightly.

“…Explain.”

“My grandpa taught me morse when I was little, ‘cause I was too scared to talk when I was really young. I kinda tap things out of habit sometimes now when things are too quiet. His callsign was Foulfellow and my is Loxley.”

“Callsign?”

“Yeah, he was a pilot, you know? Back in World War II. His squad called him Foulfellow.”

His fans overcame the last of the heat, now just comfortably sitting at a cold, neutral temperature. Foulfellow? He felt like he’d heard the name before.

“Foulfellow…as in the ‘Flying Fox’ Foulfellow?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Why? Heard it before?”

Heard it? He watched it.

“He was one of the best, kid. Maybe the best. I don’t think they ever tracked his kills right.” He remembers it, clear as day. Assigned to get new footage to send home for the broadcasters. Show us something amazing, they said, something that was going to sell bonds. Well, he found it, filmed it, and set it home. Years later, he even played a role inspired by the man who terrorized the sky that day.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he was one of the meanest cats in the sky. I saw him scalp six in one day, then kept strafing the ground troops. Had them pinned until he finally had to go back for fuel. Did…did you not know your grandpa’s a war hero?”

“I mean, sort of. He didn’t talk about it too much. He always said killing people didn’t make you a hero, saving people did.” A glint caught in the kid’s eye. “Wait, did you know him?”

No, but he wishes he had. After the war, people made heroes into stars, real or imaginary. If you served, which nearly everyone did whether they wanted to or not, you had a much better shot of being America’s new headliner. He knows. It did wonders for his career. Before he’d been offered the role, he heard that the directors went to the man himself to play the character inspired by him. He was told he refused, said Hollywood wasn’t for him. Last he heard, the Flying Fox planted his feet in the ground someplace, started a family with that little army nurse he married.

And here was proof. Huh.

“Don’t ever tell anyone what you just told me.”

“But-”

“Listen. There’s a reason most everyone here doesn’t use their real names.” Unless you were a nobody in real life, like a certain red freak, then it didn’t matter as much. “Everyone’s got enemies. Scores to settle. If you’ve got a famous name, you’ve got a big target on your head.”

“…is that why you don’t see like…really famous evil people from history down here? They’re all hiding?”

“Trust me, kid. If they aren’t hiding, they’re dead and never coming back.” Hell didn’t tolerate rivals. If someone died and their large movement died with them, they are immediately targeted by overlords. Most didn’t last the week. Hell also had its own weird code. Similar to a prison, perhaps, where inmates decided that certain people were just not worth the breaths they were taking. That’s one of the reasons that Vox almost never saw anybody from the opposite side of the war. That, and he might kill them himself. There was never a bad time to burn one of them from the inside out.

“I always thought it was because of the deals, ‘cause you have to sign your real name for it to mean something.” He added.

That was another part of it. People have drawn the similarities between deals in Hell with deals in fairytales. As far as Vox knew, which was considerable judging from how many employees he had, dealmaking didn’t strip a person of their name entirely. Though, maybe it could, in a warped sense of the meaning. And, it was a road that seemed to go both ways. Say what you will, ‘Vox’ was a completely different person when he was above ground and still going by the name his father picked out.

On the subject of family members, he wondered what dear old dad was doing. It’s strange that he hasn’t come across him down here. Then again, maybe he has. He could’ve barbequed him a long time ago and just never known. Aside from personal experience, he wasn’t exactly memorable.

“Names have power here.” He conceded. “And so does knowledge. Keep yours close to your chest, got it?”

“Got it.” He nodded back. “So…you said you were speaking Morse for four years-”

He rolled his eyes.

“Kid, I am not going into my past.”

“Um, okay, but I just wanted to know what your callsign was.”

Oh. Um.

“…Bogie. They…the boys called me Bogie as a joke, after the actor.”

“Bogie? Like Humphrey Bogart?” He chirped.

He fought tooth and nail with his face to keep it the fuck together. Don’t you dare smile at that.

“How do you even know who that is?”

“How could I not?” He almost sounded offended, before winking. “‘Here’s looking at you, kid’.”

Okay, whoever it was that forced this child to watch the classics…well done. Bravo, truly. There was one of them left in the world with taste…until they killed him. See, this is why they can’t have nice things.

For just a moment, in the back of his head, he wondered if he could start up movie nights again. He tried so hard with Vel and Val, but he had to let them pick the films sometimes. Either it ended up with Val putting on something to seduce Vox, or Vel put on some recent flick she learned about through the grapevine, things hardly ever worth the hours wasted watching them. Then, she’d jump on her phone the whole time it was playing. Both of their attention spans were exactly zero for any movie with drama, charm, and dialogue that required there not to be explosions every two seconds. Look, he enjoyed a CGI action flick like anyone else, but if he ever wanted to watch a movie that was actually good, not just entertaining, then he had to watch it in his own time. And when did he ever have that?

“You know, for a kid that died in the 90s, you sure do watch a lot of old crap.”

“It’s not crap.” He defended immediately. “And ask Velvette. Certain things never go out of style.”

Oh great. He was quoting them now. The last thing he needed was for the kid to start sounding like any of them. If he ever quotes Val, he’d seriously consider a muzzle.

“Right, well, I’ve got to get back to work, so keep quiet and out of the way.”

“’Kay.” He proceeded to do exactly not that, walking up close to the tank again and encouraging his sharks over. His fingers played against the floor like piano keys. Vox’s eyes from every corner of the room caught the pattern, even if he couldn’t hear from softness of the taps.

Loxley hailing Bogie. Message received. Ending transmission until all clear. Over and out.

A series of blips peppered out from one of his speakers. It was so inconvenient how convenient it was to transfer his thoughts across the mainframe sometimes.

Bogie transmitting to Loxley. Read you loud and clear. Directions to be given shortly. Over and out.

The kid’s ears flicked back, and he lit up as Vox turned his attention back to work.

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[matcheadz]

HoS or Host of Seraphim Update!

NaNoWriMo did not work out! Woohoo! Anyway, here's your next chapter. Chapter 14: Devil's First Communion. I like food. You like food. I made myself hungry multiple times while writing this.

In this chapter, we follow Kyrie and her struggle with the intersection of her abandoned faith and motherhood. Kyrie doesn't understand Vergil, nor does she think she'll ever care to. But he means something to Nero, and thats what matters. All she can do is look out for her family and hope that the world, not Sparda, will look upon her favorably.

Also Kyrie WANTS her man, so mild warning for that.

Here's a spoiler-free snippet!

Nero smiled at her. “Hey.” Kyrie flushed. “Oh. Hello.” “Sorry about the water. Dante stuck his head under the sink instead of using the shower like I asked. “ Nero looked up at his spectral hands, still holding firmly onto Kyrie’s waist with his own human hands. “These are new.” He hummed appreciatively. “Where’d you get these from?” “Um. Lady thought of us while out with Trish. I was just about to put them away.” “That’s nice of ‘em. Let me help you.” “No. I quite like it here, actually.” It was Nero’s turn to flush this time. He bit his cheek, stifling a small smile as he brought her upright again. Kyrie giggled at him, pleasantly content in watching him turn his back to her and open the cabinet doors. “At least someone was able to do a little gift-giving” Nero sighed, stacking the porcelain safely away. “Client was so sure he had some kind of poltergeist scratching at the walls in the house. Turns out it was just a rat infestation. Had their tails all knotted together. Scared the absolute shit out of me. Dante wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it until he found out the hard way they were interested in the issues with the home’s septic tank.” Kyrie stifled her laughter at the image with an attempt at a sympathetic little hum. To ease the blow, she walked up behind him, encircling her arms around his chest and pressing her cheek to the middle of his back. In the last few days, Kyrie had found this angle to be the best way to listen to the sweet little purrs that had appeared after that dramatic stage play in the backyard. The rumble increased as she nuzzled into him. “I’m glad you two are spending more time together.” She whispered quietly. Nero’s back jolted with a soft exhaling of amusement. “Yeah well…I guess I have more reason to now that I know he’s not just ‘some guy.’” Nero turned in his spot, resting his lower back against the kitchen counter to gaze down at her sweetly. The flesh of his hands came down to rest again at her hips, thumbing barely perceptible circles over the band of her skirt. His spectral arms hesitated above them in the air, before slowly placing themselves over her shoulders. Strangely, Kyrie felt no weight, even as they made the shoulders of her blouse crease. “I think you and I both knew he wasn’t just ‘some guy,’ mio tesoro.” Kyrie whispered, reaching up onto the tips of her toes to meet his face.

[cynicalone94]

Alleyway

He sprints down the street after the fleeing offender.

Jason Demarcio has been linked to several high profile shootings in the last two weeks but he’d been in good shape until he’d taken a shot at a leading candidate in the race for Mayor.

That had gotten Intelligence on the case and now, less than twenty-four hours later they’d found their way to his front door.

Jason had rabbited and the team had immediately sped into pursuit.

The rest of the team is spreading through the area, looking for the best angles to cut him off. Jay it hot on his tail as he cuts into the alleyway between apartment buildings.

Jason manages to knock down a trash bin on his path to the fire escape ladder. Jay vaults it and gets on the ladder behind the man.

As he hits the third flight of stairs, he slows to radio in an update.

That’s when Jason turns back, catching him off guard with a hard shove that sends him flipping over the railing. He manages to catch hold with one hand mid flight but the angle is bad and he screams as his wrist cracks, unable to bend the way that momentum tries to force it to.

His shoulder is also jerked from the socket and his right arm falls uselessly to his side as he manages to get his left arm into a better position, gripping the lower railing.

Jason leans over the railing, still trembling from the adrenaline but a smirk beginning to form on his face.

“My, my.” he says, shaking his head. “How the tables have turned.”

“My team is just behind me.” Jay bites out. “They will catch up to you.”

“So I should get out of here.” Jason asks, tilting his head to the side.

“They’ll still find you.” Jay says. “Even if you get away today. It’ll go better for you if you help me.”

“Oh yeah?” Jason asks, a wide smirk spreading across his face. “Will you talk to the DA for me?”

“Dropping attempted murder to simple assault isn’t anything to scoff at.” Jay points out. “And they’ll be more inclined to cut you slack on some of the other charges.”

“I killed four people.” Jason reminds him. “I think I’m looking at life either way. So maybe I have a little fun first.”

He lifts his foot to rest of top of Jay’s left hand.

“Don’t do this.” Jay says, shaking his head. “Life in prison has a wider range of unpleasant than you might think.”

“See, I’m thinking you’d say just about anything you thought might keep me from killing you.” Jason says, grinding down just a little weight into Jay’s fingers.

If Jay had both arms in play, he would be back over that railing with his knee in Jason’s back by now. With his right arm out of action, he’s essentially helpless.

Footsteps thunder around the corner.

“Step away from the railing.” Hailey thunders.

“Put your gun down or your partner finds out what falling thirty six or so feet feels like.” Jason shouts back.

“Step away from the railing or I will shoot you.” Hailey replies.

The pressure increases. Bones snap. A shot rings out.

And then he’s falling.

Hailey barely watches Jason Demarcio drop to the platform of the fire escape before she’s racing toward her partner.

It’s strange to say but Jay falls better than anyone in the team, using training from his days in the Army almost instinctively to achieve the best landing possible.

But thirty six feet is a lot.

In the short time that it takes her to reach him, he hits the ground feet first, knees bent to disperse some of the impact, and then falls to his left side, left arm curled up around his head.

She screams an officer down report into her radio, ordering an ambulance as she skirts around his head, dropping to her knees on his other side.

“Jay!” she says, pulling herself back from touching him. “Jay can you hear me?”

His eyes are open just far enough to reveal the barest slit of his pupils but he doesn’t move, doesn’t react to her words.

Running through a mental first aid checklist, she checks his airway and breathing.

His airway seems clear but his breathing is off, respirations uneven and a visual depression visible on the left side of his chest as it expands.

She makes a note of the rib injuries and moves on, pressing her fingers gently against the side of his throat. His pulse is racing but seems strong and even and she directs her attention to his head.

The skin isn’t broken anywhere but there’s some redness. She knows the force of the landing would have knocked his brain around, bouncing it off the inside of his skull.

Glancing down at his legs she can see at least one open fracture and knows that there will be more damage as well as possibly damage to his pelvis.

None of which she has the training or equipment to do anything about.

Footsteps sound behind her and she turns, hand moving toward her weapon even as she recognizes Kim and Adam.

“I need an update on the ambo.” she shouts. “And then one of you needs to get up on that fire escape and check on Demarcio.”

“Going up.” Adam announces and Kim comes to a halt next to them, requesting an updated ETA on the ambulance.

Soon enough the paramedics are arriving and Jay is strapped onto a backboard and then bundled into the ambulance.

Antonio has always hated the OR waiting room at Med but he hates it more than usual today for the number of officers approaching to give him well wishes.

Hailey had been forced to divert upon arrival at Med, her clothing, weapon and equipment secured as evidence in the investigation of a police-involved shooting. And then she’d been taken off to a quiet room to make her statement.

Trudy had met them upon arrival with her bag of clothes and to sit with her while the protocol went through.

She’d begged Antonio to stay here, to keep posted on updates on Jay.

She shouldn’t be long. The situation was pretty clean cut as far as shootings go. She’d acted to eliminate an imminent threat of death or serious injury to her partner.

Even the hard noses at the DA’s office aren’t likely to try to rule it as unjustified.

Still, he knows it’s the last thing she wants to be dealing with while her partner is fighting for his life in surgery.

He’d only gotten a glimpse of Jay as he’d been wheeled past but he’d heard the paramedics’ reports.

Suspected head injury, broken ribs, and pelvic fractures. At least one confirmed open fracture to his left leg and several more fractures suspected. Blood pressure dropping rapidly, collapsed lung and who knows what else.

The man had fallen thirty six feet. It’s a miracle that he’s still alive. And very much in question if he will stay that way.

Nobody has come through the double doors by the time Hailey returns, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie that Antonio is pretty sure belongs to Jay and tailed by Trudy.

“No news yet.” he reports before she can ask.

“Means he’s still alive. Still fighting.” Trudy points out.

“I should have been better.” Hailey whispers, sniffling.

“You made one hell of a shot at over forty feet, Hailey.” Antonio points out.

“Well, I should have made it faster.” she says, sinking into a chair and hugging her arms around herself.

They sit in silence for the next fourteen hours, the rest of the team joining them to create a wall protecting Hailey from the well wishers.

Finally, the door opens and Will steps out.

“He’s stable.” he says, looking like he’s aged ten years in a few hours. “Critical and far from out of the woods but stable.”

“Can we see him?” Hailey asks.

“He’s on his way to PACU.” Will answers. “He’ll be moved up to the ICU in the next thirty minutes or so and you guys will be able to see him then.”

Hailey frowns.

“I know you want to see him.” Will says, reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder. “Soon. I promise.”

Hailey nods and sits back down.

Six eternal days later, her partner finally wakes up.

She’s sitting next to him, holding his hand and staring into space when his fingers tighten around hers.

“Jay?”

His head rolls toward her, eyes squeezing tighter.

It takes almost an hour for him to struggle his way to the surface but Hailey waits patiently until those blue-green eyes lock on hers.

“Hey partner.” she whispers.

“Hail.” he rasps.

She leans over to hit the call button.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hurts.”

“Sorry.”

“Wuh happened?”

“Perp threw you off a fire escape.” she tells him.

“Ouch.”

“I’ll say.” Hailey chuckles. “but you’re going to be okay.”

“Ja get the guy?” he asks.

“A little too late but yeah.” she says, face falling.

He frowns at her and she sighs.

“He was stomping your hand off the railing.” she answers. “I told him to get back or I would shoot him and he just crushed your hand more so I shot him but it was too late and you fell anyway.”

“Not yer fault.” he says.

“You scared the hell out of me. Watching you hit the ground like that….” she tells him, trailing off.

“I’m gonna be okay.” he promises her. “Everything hurts. But I’m gonna be okay.”

“You’d better be.”

[littletail]

Regression Fairy tail scenario

One of those times that people weren't so accepting of that Wendy is a Little..when Caregiver! Lucy Heartfilla took Little! Wendy to a nearby park for a while and Little! Wendy overheard some rather unkind comments from 2 insensitive rude young girls about the fact that she was drinking from a sippy cup and wearing a diaper-it was obvious considering that Wendy was wearing type of clothes that a young toddler would wear (Lucy only put Wendy in diapers as a precaution more than anything else because as far as anyone knew..when Wendy slipped in her headspace..she was known to have accidents in her sleep or when she wasn't sleep.)..Little! Wendy was hurt by the comments judging by the tears that welled up in her eyes..and Caregiver! Lucy Heartfilla standing up for her little.

(Sorry for the wait. I'm juggling life right now lol.)

Mean Girls

“Sissy! Sissy, look!” Wendy danced around Lucy.

“Look at my pretty girl!” Lucy squealed, lifting Wendy into her arms. “You excited to play in the park today?”

“Yes!”

“What do you want to do first? They have a play area if you want to go there. They have a slide, swings-”

Wendy shook her head and stuck her tongue out, “No swing.”

Right, her motion sickness would likely get in the way of that. “Well, what about the slide? Or do you want to play tag?”

“Tag!” Wendy booped Lucy’s nose.

“Tag it is, then, but first,” she put Wendy down, then took a moment to check the padding under her skirt, “I wanna make sure you’re dry first. Since a certain someone doesn’t tell Sissy when she uses her diaper,” she lightly teased.

Wendy giggled quietly.

Lucy went to stand back up, only to freeze when she heard some.. not so nice comments aimed their way. She glanced over her shoulder, spotting two younger girls, looking around Wendy’s age, talking rather loudly amongst themselves.

“Is that girl wearing a diaper under that skirt?”

“Why does she look so childish? It’s weird.”

“Do you think that woman with her enables this?”

“God, I pity her. If my mom treated me that way, I would die from embarrassment.”

Lucy growled to herself, but tried to stay focused on Wendy. If she heard them, then the young Slayer definitely heard them too. She could see it on Wendy’s face, so she quickly assured, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Ignore some mean girls. We’re here to have a good day, not to dwell on others who are jealous of how cute you are.”

Wendy giggled quietly, “Cute?”

“Very cute! My precious little Sky Dragon! Why don’t we play tag now, or hide-and-seek? Would you like that?”

“Hide an’ see!” Wendy squealed happily. 

“Alright! You wanna hide first, or do you wanna seek first?”

“See!”

“Alright! Close your eyes and count to 30 for me, okay?” Lucy took Wendy’s hands in her own, before placing them over her eyes. Once Wendy started counting, Lucy took off, hiding in a fairly easy spot where she could also keep an eye on her Little.

“9… 10… 11…”

“Hey!”

Wendy uncovered her eyes, blinking curiously. Lucy froze again, ‘Oh no..’ 

“Look at this little baby,” one of the girls from earlier said. Her friend giggled, just as nastily, “How old are you supposed to be? Why are you such a baby? Aren’t you embarrassed by this?”

Wendy’s eyes started welling up with tears as she tried sputtering out something, anything, to say, “Well.. It’s.. It’s fun.. And..”

“It’s fun? I know you did not just say that. What a gross little baby!” the girl pushed Wendy back.

Lucy, now standing behind the girls after storming over, cleared her throat rather aggressively. When they turned to look at her, she growled out, “Where. Are. Your. Parents?”

They tried to keep standing tall, but Lucy could see the nervousness in their eyes.

“And uhh.. who are you?” the first girl asked rudely. Lucy narrowed her glare.

“I mean, yeah, why do you enable this? It’s so weird!” the other girl said.

“Let me get one thing straight here. You will not. Bully. My. Little. Girl. Do you understand?” Lucy hissed. “Now, I’m going to give you a choice. You can either leave now, or I will find your parents and tell them exactly what you’ve been saying, understand?”

“Now hang on a minute-”

“I said, do you understand?” Lucy said, a little more forcefully.

“Yes ma’am..” they nodded.

“Good, now get out of here. Hopefully you have learned something from this,” Lucy walked past them, picking up Wendy.

Once the two girls were gone, Lucy gently booped Wendy’s nose, “Do you want to go back to playing?”

“No more hide an’ see..” Wendy murmured. 

Lucy couldn’t say she blamed her. In fact, she didn’t want to be away from her either. “No more hide and seek. I say we have a snack instead. What do you say?”

“Yes please!”

Lucy smiled.

[redrook]

yeah I went to a gay bar recently with my husband tumblr user beemovieerotica, and a VERY confused capital S Southerner straight man in cargo shorts and a trucker hat showed up

apparently he (who through my drunken memory I remember only as Earl) liked some woman, and she told him that he wasn't cultured enough and needed to attend his first drag show (she also flaked on him)

Now I'm reasonably androgynous and was wearing makeup, a short leather skirt, and black heeled boots, but still when this guy came up to me when I was standing off alone and asked "So. Do you come here often?" with a very earnest expression, I thought. Surely not. This guy doesn't think I'm a straight woman does he????

Anyway I start talking with this guy and he has no idea what the fuck is going on but he is just a very kind and earnest dude and asked a lot of questions (while asking if it was alright if he asked those questions). I track down my husband and friends and I'm like y'all. We need to make sure that Earl has a Good Fucking Time tonight.

Man was completely out of his depth. At one point they put on a puppy auction to raise money for Pride, that started with a 6 ft drag queen in all her glory leading a leather pup out on a leash to the tune of that damned RSPCA "in the arms of the angels" song

We look at Earl. Nervous. He squints, laughs, and then goes "I was wondering why people were dressed like that!" He turned to me and asked "So they're like dogs?" And I said yeah pretty much. And he just chuckled and went "Yeah I thought so with the tails! Never seen this before!"

When the first drag king came out, Earl looked at me wide eyed and went "There's a dude version too?!" And I said yeah they're called drag kings. And he said, low, "Drag kings."

During one of the queens performances, he frowned, shook his head and told me, "Your legs are better than hers." in a tone that implied he thought there was some travesty taking place and I should also be getting paid

When he found out I was there with my husband (and that I am not a woman) he profusely apologized and said "I'm so sorry, it's dark in here and I thought you were a hot chick! I wouldn't have said nothing if I knew you had a husband, I'm so sorry about that."

When beemovie invited me to the dance floor with him later and I still had a drink in my hand, Earl said "Oh don't worry about that I can hold your drink, you get on out there and shake your ass with your husband!" Then before we left, Earl bought me drinks for "Putting up with me all night and answering everything. Y'all helped me have a great time tonight."

like. You gotta recognize there's going to people who have never had interacted outside of their of their own community. This includes you. And just because your community is familiar with all the right vocabulary and how to correctly say something, it doesn't mean they're actually going to support you. If someone like Earl shows up, confused and out of their depth but kind and curious and earnest, you gotta have patience and truck through the small things, so when he goes back to his friends and his coworkers and they snicker asking how the drag show was, he can genuinely talk about how included we tried to make him feel and that he had a great time

The person matters more than the language

"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."

"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."

One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.

[tojigasm]

What about like Step!dad Jake w oblivious reader. So like she doesn’t realize that Jake is flirting w her until she hears him jerking off while calling her name (she thinks he’s hurt or something cause she’s innocent but walks in to see his hands wrapped around his cock)

IM DROOLING OVER THIS (I LIVE FOR UR WRITING)

I blame my mutuals for getting me into this... more specifically Kells and Eden because now I'm suffering from stepdad Jake brainrot

Tw: stepcest, daddy kink, pet names, teasing

God he's sick on you. Obsessed with the way you're so painfully naive to his casual flirting and the way you walk around in your tiny little outfits around him; skirts that end just below the cusp of your ass and pretty pink crop tops that your perky nipples poke through. And jesus, he swears he's losing his mind.

Sometimes he thinks you're doing it on purpose, making your way down the stairs in a baby pink mini skirt and top, bows clipped into the thick of your hair. And Jake's immedielty calling you over from the kitchen, asking where you're headed so dressed up; and it's the way your eyes get all big and round, so blissfully unaware of the blood rushing to his cock, pressing a tent into the fabric of his pants.

Its when you saunter throughout the den, necklaces adorning the pretty blue of your soft skin, that he hisses a "fuck" under his breath.

He watches you bend over to pack your purse, palming the swell of his cock as your skirt rides over the plush of your ass, pretty pink panties on full display as your tail swishes back and forth, gently grazing the backs of your thighs.

With a groan, Jake makes his way over to you, pulling the tip of your skirt down, "Change your clothes," he scolds through clenched teeth.

immediately your cheeks flush with heat, "Oh, I-" you're too embarassed to speak, tripping over your words under his sharp gaze. "M'sorry, I-I didn't realize-"

"Walkin' around these tiny little skirts n'thongs," his voice is deep with strain, "Fuckin' ridicoulous." Shaking his head, he pulls you up by your braid to push you onto the couch.

you're jolted by the rush of it, blood rushes to your head as he pins you to the couch, scrambling over your words, "I don't-"

you're cut off by a large hand grabbing at your jaw, squeezing the plush of your cheeks. "Shut your fucking mouth, young lady," Jake seethes, pressing his free hand into the soft of your thigh, massaging the plush of it, pushing your legs open. "Don't act dumb, kid," he moves to cup your heat, palm slick against the soaked fabric of your thong.

immediately you grasp a hand around his wrist at your jaw, other around his forearm before he's scolding you, "Put your hands down."

retracting, you dig your hands into the cushions beneath you with a shaky whine. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes drift to the door, suddenly aware of just how open you are - legs spread in the middle of the den where your mother could come back from her outing at any minute. Jake doesn't miss the way you unknowingly clench your thighs around the thick of his hand between your legs, fabric of your thong wet against his fingers.

"What, y'worried someone's gonna walk in?" he teases, slipping his fingers under your dainty thong to sink into your soaked pussy. He smirks against the puffy lips of your cunt, moving to bite the inside of your thigh with his canine, "scared your mom's gonna see you gettin' your tiny little pussy fucked by your stepdad?" his finger curls along your gummy walls, petting at the spongey patch in you with strokes that send shivers down your thighs.

you nod, whimpering in his hold, drool spilling over your swollen lips, lifting your legs some to press your heels into the couch, "Daddy, please-!" you're choking on sobs, tears spilling over your cheeks as he scissors your cunny.

"Yeah, I know." you can hear the eyeroll in his voice, "Stop fuckin' whining. I'll give you what you want."

Jake kicks your feet apart enough to kneel between your thighs, hand dropping from your jaw to slip your legs over his shoulders. You go to grab at him, but he catches your wrists in one hand, pulling your arms to the side, "keep your hands to yourself." the warning in his voice is enough not to test his patience.

He watches you for a moment, gaging your reaction before he drops your wrists to the side, pushing you to lie back against the couch with his hand, "Let daddy take care of you."

Keeping a blue hand at your chest, massaging your breasts through the fabric of your top, he presses his mouth to the soaked lips of your cunt, inhaling the scent of you with a hiss.

"Hnghh," your breath hitches when the rough of his nose nudges the button of your clit, digging your hands into the cushion beneath you with a moan.

Clicking his tongue when your cunt pulses around his digit, Jake groans, "You're such a good girl." he kisses your clit, eyes jumping to the door teasingly before he's pulling back with a smirk.

"M'gonna tear you apart." meeting your eyes, he places your feet to the ground again, moving to sit one knee on the couch beside you, pulling your skirt up over your hips to expose your cunt. Sliding his hand between your thighs again, scissoring you open.

"Look at that," he hums, "Gonna let me in there, sweetheart?" his free hand still massaging into the fat of your breast, "Gonna let your stepdaddy fuck your little pussy?"

you can't help the way you moan at the vulgarity. head falling back to rest on the top of the couch, grabbing at the wrist of his hand at your chest when you cum, jaw dropping in a silent moan.

He laughs, watching your thighs shake under his hold, "Good girl," Jake leans down to kiss you, biting at your soft skin as you dwindle from your high.

And suddenly he's standing between your shaky legs, cupping his large hands under your thighs to press your knees into your chest, forcing you to slip down the couch some.

Squatting onto the couch above you, feet on either side of the plush of your ass, he's sinks into you with a groan.

"God, you're fuckin tight," Jake's brows furrow, thrusting in and out of you gently, resting a hand on the soft of your tummy when he bottoms out.

teary-eyed, you grasp on to his striped forearm with a sob, "Hnngh, ahh,"

Jake speeds up once you've relaxed some, cupping a hand behind your head, "good girl," he kisses you softly, pressing his forehead against yours.

your voice wavers, choking on the heat of it all - and it's almost too much; the stretch of his cock against your gummy walls, his thick hair tickling the soft of your hot cheeks, his hand behind your head as well as the one that pushes into the couch beside you.

Jake pants shakily above you, hissing a groaned "fuck," when he bottoms out again, "God, you're so pretty," he presses a kiss to your forehead and you squeal, "Daddy's pretty girl, huh, sweetheart."

"So deep, so deep," you chant, swollen lips parted in a silent moan, "fuck, daddy!" you cry, digging your nails into the blue of his ankle, "Haa...haa"

Jake drops a leg to the ground, hiking your legs over his shoulder with a heavy thrust. The girth of his cock stretches your heat so deliciously that you struggle to breathe, gasping through choked sobs and broken moans.

"M'gonna cum," Jake circles your clit gently, "Gonna let your step daddy cum in you, fill ya'up?"

It's all so fucking vulgar and God he wants to eat you alive. Wants to consume you and fill you and rip you apart all at the same time.

His swollen length stretching your soft walls isn't enough. The claim he has on you serves as merely nothing in his mind when you're beneath him, thighs spread and cunt stretching around the girth of him.

The way he can fucking feel your cunt throbbing when you cum around his cock is all too much.

The heat of him spilling into you pulls a sob from your plush lips and Jake's ears fall back in a hiss, cock still thrusting into your pussy as his seed spills down the soft of your ass.

"Jesus Christ," he chuckles through a hoarse pant, thrusting his cum deeper into you. He bottoms out once more, fat balls resting against your soft folds before he pulls out to stand over you.

still shaking, you bring your fingers down to scoop the cum that's spilled out of you back into your swollen pussy with a giggle.

Jake's cock throbs at the scene, bringing a hand to your jaw, he pulls you up to rest on your knees against the cushioned couch. Kissing you, he brings a hand down to cup your cunt, teeth grazing your bottom lip, "Who's pussy is this?"

you nearly melt at the heat of his words, shifting side to side on your knees in his hold, "S'yours, daddy."

"Go upstairs and clean yourself up and maybe daddy'll fuck you again later, how's that sound, kid?"

you nod at that excitedly and Jake smiles wamrly, "Yeah, thought you'd might like that." He pinches your thigh softly before realseing your jaaw.

Moving on shaky legs, you make your way off the couch and up the stairs to your room, Jake's eyes on you from his seat at the couch.