#pets limit housing options

[transgender-catboy]

I wish I had a dog

I just know my mental and physical health would improve drastically if I did

[sarahfarinaillustration]

absolutely cracks me up that Hunter has more style in the demon realm that the human realm

[roanofarcc]

FUNNY BUSINESS

pairing. tyler owens x boone’s sister!reader

summary. boone was a laid-back guy who only really had one, long-standing rule: his sister was off-limits to the wranglers. But tyler had a bad habit of rule-breaking.

 warnings. a curse or two, fem!reader, mentions of drinking/being drunk (not reader), suggestive jokes, bed-sharing.

word count. 4k || masterlist

“You’re the worst, you know that?” Dani said, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the side of the rig alongside Tyler and Boone. She and Tyler had their sights set on you as you concentrated on the options of the vending machine, oblivious to their attention. 

Boone furrowed his brows, having just been focused on the camera in his hands. “Who?” 

“You,” Dani answered. “You brought your hot sister all of the way out here to help us, and then tell us she’s off-limits. It’s cruel and unusual punishment, if ‘ya ask me.” 

A laugh bubbled up from Tyler’s throat, earning him a glare from Boone. “It’s not my fault none of you assholes can keep it in your pants.” 

It was Tyler’s turn to glare, playfully. “I’m a gentleman, Boone. Is it a crime to get to know her, you know, considering she’s a part of the team now?” 

With a sigh, Boone shook his head. “Just no funny business.” 

Tyler mock saluted. “Scouts honor.” 

Tyler was a gentleman; his momma had raised him as such. And despite his teasing, he did want to respect Boone’s words. But at the same time, you were the newest member of the Wranglers, and Tyler did want to get to know you since you’d be hanging around for at least that season. 

Boone had suggested to bring you on to help with the charity aspect of their storm-chasing. The t-shirt and other sales they made from their online audience went mostly to help victims of the storms they chased, and the rest went back into making the merchandise to sell. Boone said you’d be a good addition to help out with the business side of things, and he’d been right from what Tyler had seen so far. You were smart and quick, and were able to keep up with the rest of Wranglers as if you’d been a part of the team since the start. Tyler was impressed. 

But what really impressed him, was how caring you were. It was the first time you’d come along with them to help out a neighborhood that was hit hard by a tornado. Houses were leveled and the devastation was thick in the air from the moment they arrived. 

The Wrangler quickly got to work. Lily and Dexter started making sandwiches. Dani started walking around and passing out water bottles. Boone helped the injured to the ambulances that arrived. Tyler started making rounds, helping families find their missing pets or important objects in the rubble. But as he did so, he couldn’t help but watch you interact with the victims as well. 

A couple of kids from the neighborhood sat together in a clear patch of grass while their parents tried to salvage some of their belongings and figure out what to do next. They all looked teary-eyed, and faces pulled in frowns as they sat quietly, clutching stuffed animals or picking at the wet grass to distract themselves. You approached them, sitting down in the little circle they formed. 

Tyler couldn’t hear what you were saying to them, but your started to look more and more animated and the kids cracked small smiles. After a couple more moments, the kids’ moods looked to shift into something lighter despite the devastation around them. The somber air slowly became filled with giggles and kids’ voices overlapping excitedly. 

Tyler found himself smiling softly at the sight before he ventured over. “How’s it going over here?” he asked, earning your attention. 

“David here is telling us a very interesting story about a space alien,” you said, earning an enthusiastic nod from one of the younger boys in the circle. “You guys keep telling stories and I’m gonna go make sure no one else needs help, okay?” 

The kids all shared a series of ‘okays’ and ‘thank yous’ before you moved to stand up. Tyler outstretched his hand toward you, and you took it with a smile, letting him help you to your feet. Once you stood directly in front of him, he felt himself clam up slightly. He and Dani had made jokes in hopes of irritating Boone in regards to how attractive you were, but seeing you that close, in the after-storm sunlight, Tyler’s breath hitched in his throat. 

“Thanks,” you said, dropping your hand back at your side and gazing around at what else there was to be done in the neighborhood. 

He cleared his throat. “That was smart, keepin’ their minds off of…” he vaguely gestured around them, feeling a knot in his gut of pity for the poor families affected. 

You smiled sadly. “My parents used to do that with Boone and I. When we’d have to wait in the cellar, we’d all tell stories until the storm passed. The more outrageous the better,” you explained. 

“It seemed to work,” Tyler said, glancing at the circle of kids all sharing outrageous stories with laughter and smiles instead of the frowns they held a couple minutes ago. 

“Yeah, at least a little bit,” you said. There was a beat where Tyler didn’t know what else to say. Something over his shoulder caught your eye before you looked back to him and said, “I’m gonna go help Boone.” You sidestepped Tyler and left him in a slight daze. 

He whispered a string of curses under his breath once he was out of earshot of the kids, and hurried back to the camper where the Wranglers were handing out food. 

“I’ve got a problem,” he muttered to his friends. 

Lily handed out another sandwich before eyeing him oddly. “A problem-problem or a you-problem?” 

“A me-problem.” 

“Ah,” she said. “Shoot, cowboy.” 

“It’s Boone’s sister,” he whispered, ensuring that only Lily, Dexter, and Dani heard him. “She’s…”

“Attractive? Yeah, I thought we already established that?” Dani said, opening another case of water. 

Tyler rubbed his forehead, an odd feeling twisting around inside his stomach. “It’s not just that,” he said. “She’s pretty, sure, but-” 

Lily cut him off with slightly wide eyes. “Oh no,” she said. 

Dexter furrowed his brows. “Oh no? Oh no, what?” 

“Tyler only, and I mean only, calls women ‘pretty’ when he has a crush on them. Some ole’ woman at a bar that’s makin’ eyes at him, he’ll call her ‘attractive’ or ‘easy on the eyes’ never ‘pretty.’ Pretty he saves for the ones he’s got a big fat school-boy crush on. And normally that’s all fine and dandy, but this is Boone’s sister we’re talking about, Tyler.” 

He hated how well Lily knew him. She read him like a book. 

Dexter whistled lowly. “That’s unfortunate.” 

“What’s unfortunate?” Boone said, approaching the group with you beside him. All of the Wranglers, aside from you two, looked at Tyler, which was anything but helpful. 

Boone was one of Tyler’s best friends, and he knew it was the right thing to listen to him. Besides, Tyler hadn’t known you long so maybe his ‘school-boy crush,’ as Lily had put it, would fade once he got used to having you around. 

Clearing his throat, Tyler shook his head. “Nothin’ important,” he said. “Let’s pass the rest of this food out before we head out for the night.” 

You adored your brother’s friends more than you thought you would. You’d watch the Wranglers’ livestreams, but it was different being around them in person. Their passion for storm chasing was admirable and how they helped those affected by the very storms they were in awe of was amazing. 

When Boone asked you to help out, you jumped at the opportunity. You certainly didn’t regret your decision, but you greatly underestimated the charm of Tyler Owens. You’d read the comments online, all ogling at the storm chaser, but it wasn’t just his looks that made him incredibly attractive. Tyler’s charm entered everything he did and said, but it was especially enticing when he talked about storms. When he got particularly excited, he spoke with his hands, lips pulled in a grin that was ridiculously mesmerizing. You could have listened to him talk about the weather forever, which was a problem. 

It felt foolish on your part; not only was Tyler one of your brother’s best friends, but you thought he was miles out of your league. He had people practically drooling over him in the comments of his videos and making eyes the second he stepped into a building. He was a personality, wild and loud, but with a sweet side to make him even more likable. You told yourself the little crush would pass, but you worried that if Tyler kept being so damn nice to you, it’d be years before that happened. 

“So, this is how storm chasers spend their off time?” you said, propping your elbows up on the bar before something sticky touched your skin. You recoiled in a grimace. 

A chuckle sounded from Tyler as he handed you a napkin. “Here,” he said. “And yeah, it’s the perfect way to unwind. Though, word of caution, don’t drink too much. Storm chasing hung-over is a different kind of hell.” 

You wiped someone’s spilled drink from your elbows and nodded. “Noted.” There was still a lot you had to learn about the ins and outs of storm chasing, but you were excited to learn. A silence passed between you two, the space filled with the bar chatter. The place was busy for it being in the middle of nowhere; the Wranglers said it was because most people were either dedicated locals or fellow storm chasers looking to relax a little. 

Your brother and the rest of the team were at the old-timey jukebox, picking out songs that they then danced to, loud and rowdy as ever. But Tyler didn’t join them. Instead, he sat at the bar nursing a beer. Before you arrived, he was talking to an old man on the other side of him, cracking jokes like he’d known the stranger for years. 

It was like each minute you were there with them, you uncovered something else about Tyler. And maybe it was a couple of sips of alcohol that were already affecting your system but felt like he should know that. 

“You know, you’re a little different than I thought you’d be,” you admitted. 

He studied for a moment with a gaze that made you nervous, but not in a bad way. “Oh yeah? How’d you think I was gonna be?” 

You shrugged. “I watch the lives, mostly to make sure Boone is okay, but online you seemed…” You weren’t sure of what the right word to use was. You settled on, “More intense, I guess.” 

A smirk crept across his lips. “And I am not intense enough for ‘ya?” 

Your face felt hot, and the busy bar wasn’t helping. You adverted your eyes down to your drink and tried to laugh off your fluster. “I just mean, I thought you’d be like all of the time. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up and you’d all think I wasn’t a good fit.” 

The smirk fell from Tyler’s face and was replaced with a furrow of his brows. “Are you crazy?” he said. “We needed someone like you on our team. I know you just started, but I think you’re the best fit we could’ve picked.” 

“Careful,” you teased. “Too many compliments like that might go to my head.” Even though you were pretty sure he was just trying to make you feel better, there was something in his tone that was convincing. 

“What are y’all doin’?” Boone’s voice filled your ears and suddenly his arm was slung around both your and Tyler’s shoulders, forcing you two to lean in a little bit closer to one another, but with Boone sandwiched in the middle. Your brother’s breath smelled like beer and there was that goofy smile on his face he always got when he had one too many. “The party’s on the dance floor!” 

You glanced over at the ‘dance floor’ which was a little space the Wranglers had carved out in front of the jukebox. A couple others joined them, but it wasn’t anything too wild. 

Tyler shook his head and finished his beer. “Your ass is gonna be sorry tomorrow, Boone. I told you we’re leaving bright and early.” 

Boone patted Tyler’s cheek. “I’ll be just fine.” 

Boone was not ‘just fine’ the next morning. What he was a pain in Tyler’s ass, which resulted in him being demoted to the backseat and you prompted to the passenger seat. Maybe that wasn’t the best move for Tyler because while he was driving, he found himself slightly distracted by you. 

You sat with your attention fixed out the window, watching the plains roll by with admiration. Every so often you fiddled with the radio per Lily’s request, but other than that you were quiet, observing. 

“Can we take a pit stop?” Boone moaned. Tyler glanced at in the rearview mirror, face paled and eyes squeezed shut. 

Tyler sighed. “I swear, if you throw up in my truck, Boone…” Tyler muttered, straining his eyes down the road for any sign of a gas station, but there didn’t look to be anything close. 

“There’s not another stop for half an hour tops,” you said, searching on your phone. 

“Great, cool, yeah,” Boone said. “Then you may wanna pull over or else everyone’s about to have a real bad time in here.” 

Tyler quickly pulled off to the side of the road and Boone scrambled out, across the road to empty his stomach. 

“I don’t know how many times I’ve got to tell him,” Tyler sighed. 

“He won’t listen,” Lily said, unbuckling and sticking her face between you and Tyler. “I’ll make sure he’s all right. You two keep an eye on the weather.” She hopped out, leaving you and Tyler alone. 

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, wracking his brain for something to say to you. Normally he had no issue talking to people, but he found himself second-guessing his words when it came to you. But you beat him to the punch. 

“He’s never been too good at holding his alcohol,” you said. “I can’t tell you how many times I had to pick him up because he got sick at some friend’s bonfire back in high school. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get hangovers so badly.” 

“All a part of his charm, I guess,” Tyler joked. “Does it run in the family?” 

You shook your head. “No, neither charm nor hangovers. Boone’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.” 

Tyler steadied himself a little, finding that thread of confidence in the back of his mind. He gazed at you, taking in the pretty features of your face. “I think you’re wrong on the charming bit.” 

You looked surprised, eyes a little wider. “Me? Charming?” You scoffed. “No way.” 

“Charming, smart, pretty…” Tyler trailed off, waiting for a reaction from you to let him know if he had swung and missed. You looked down, averting your eyes and clearing your throat. Out the windshield, he saw two figures moving in his peripheral vision and before you got the chance to say anything back, Boone and Lily reentered the car. 

“That’s my bad, you guys,” Boone said. 

You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your brother. “Feel better?” 

“Oh, yeah. Ready to chase this son of a bitch!” And you all were off again. Tyler wished Boone and Lily had held out for one more minute. He wanted some kind of response from you, even if it was one telling him he had no chance. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, and one he felt bad about having, but he couldn’t help it. You were something new, a little unknown, and unpredictable. If there was one thing Tyler was good at, it was chasing through his apprehension. But instead of a tornado, you had quickly become the storm occupying his mind. 

You knocked for the fifth time on Boone’s door and tried calling him again, but one thing about your brother was that he was one of the heaviest sleepers of anyone you’ve ever met. That paired with his hangover from the night prior left him not answering you. You cursed under your breath, ready to set up camp in one of the rickety pool lounge chairs. 

There was an unpleasant pair of cockroaches in your motel room and the thought of sleeping with them scurrying about was out of the question. Since none of the other Wranglers had left their rooms, you wondered if you were the only one to notice them or the only one who had them. Whatever the case was, you couldn’t sleep in your room and apparently, you couldn’t sleep in Boone’s either because he was fast asleep. You couldn’t remember where Dani and Lily's rooms were to ask to bunk them. 

It seemed like you were out of luck until the door next to Boone’s opened and a groggy Tyler stepped out. “What’s goin’ on?” he yawned, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. 

You hugged your arms closer to your body. “Sorry, did I wake you up?” 

“Sorta,” he answered and you felt immediately guilty. “But it’s all right. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay out here. What’re you doin’ up anyway? It’s the middle of the night.” 

“There are cockroaches in my room,” you sighed. “I was trying to see if I could crash with Boone, but he sleeps like the dead.” 

Tyler chuckled. “That he does.” There was a beat and silent contemplation. You were about to tell him you’d crash in the camper or the truck, but he nodded his head back toward his room. “Come on,” he said. 

You stood, confused for a moment. “You can crash with me. I don’t think my room has cockroaches but for both our peace of mind, I wouldn’t look around too hard.” 

You weren't sure if you were elated or embarrassed. Overall, you were tired, exhausted even, and any thought of declining fled your mind the second Tyler turned to walk back inside, assuming you were following. So, you did. 

Tyler patted the edge of the bed. “It’s all yours,” he said, gathering one of the pillows in his arms. 

“What’re you doing?” 

He tossed the pillow onto the floor. “Praying for no cockroaches for the next couple of hours.” 

“No, wait,” you rushed out. “You can’t sleep on the floor.” 

“It’s all good-” he started, but you cut him off. 

“No way. I’m not kicking you out of your bed in your room.” You glanced at the bed, feeling your face grow hot at the thought of what you were about to suggest, but you couldn’t let him spend the night on the floor. “We can just…share.” 

Tyler stared at you for a moment, like he didn’t know what to say. He shifted his gaze between the pillow on the floor and the bed before landing back on you. “Are you sure? Because I really don’t mind.” 

“I’m sure.” 

Hesitantly, you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off your shoes, trying to ignore the shift of weight on the mattress as sat down opposite of you. It wasn’t as big of a deal as your mind was trying to tell you it was. It was just two co-workers, borderline friends, sharing a bed so no one had to face any cockroaches. That was all it was. But even in the darkness of the motel room, you couldn’t help the quick beat of your heart as you crawled under the covers, with your back facing Tyler. He did the same and before you could convince yourself what you were doing was not a big deal at all, Tyler’s soft snores filled the room. It was oddly reassuring. You fell asleep not long after him, a clear space between you but something in the air that wanted to draw you two closer. 

For a moment, when he woke up, Tyler thought the exchange he had with you in the middle of the night had been a dream. But when he rolled over to find your sleeping face inches away from his, he realized it was very much real. Your eyes were softly closed and your lips slightly parted as you slept. He found himself admiring you for just a moment, until there was a loud knock on his door, forcing him to get up. 

He threw it open without thinking much about it. Boone greeted him with a slightly worried expression pulled on his face. “Hey, man what’s-” 

“Have you seen my sister? She called me last night a bunch of times, but I didn’t hear it. And when I went to her room no one answered,” Boone said, quickly cutting Tyler off. 

“Boone?” Your voice sounded from behind Tyler and as soon as he saw the several emotions flicker across Boone’s face, he realized he may have made a mistake. 

Boone’s gaze flickered between you sleepily sitting up in Tyler’s bed and Tyler. “Dude!” he exclaimed. “What the hell is going on here?” 

It must have registered with you too how the situation looked. You hurried out of bed and stood at Tyler’s side. “Wait, hold on-” 

“What the hell are you doing?” he said to you. “I said no funny business,” he then said to Tyler. 

“It’s not like that,” Tyler rushed out. “I know that it looks like that, but it’s not. I swear.” 

“He’s right,” you added. “It’s not. I needed a place to crash because there were bugs in my room, and you wouldn’t answer your phone. Tyler offered to let me stay in his. That’s all.” 

Boone didn’t look too convinced. He crossed his arms over his chest, blowing air from his cheeks. “You two have been making googly eyes at each other since you arrived,” Boone said. Both you and Tyler tried to defend yourself, even if Tyler hadn’t been super subtle about his ‘googly’ eyes. But Boone cut you both off with a wave of his hand. “Save it. I know both of you. You,” he pointed to Tyler. “Are the least subtle person I know. And you,” he pointed at you. “Have been talking about him since I started chasing with him.” 

Your eyes widened almost comically as you sputtered over your response. “I-I have not!” 

“Look,” Boone started, taking a deep breath. “You’re both adults. But if you’re gonna get into any funny business, for the love of the Lord himself, do not do it around me. Got it?” 

“Okay,” you answered, catching Tyler off guard. He expected you to brush your brother off and force Tyler to face the reality that you had no interest in him, but you didn’t. 

Boone looked to him for his answer. “Y-Yeah.” 

“Good,” Boone said. “We’re leavin’ in fifteen.” He turned on his heel and left the two of you in the doorway. Once he was out of earshot, a laugh sounded from your lips, a sweet sound he wasn’t expecting. 

“God, that was embarrassing,” you said, still laughing at the situation. 

Tyler couldn’t help but laugh too, closing the door and leaving the two of you alone in his motel room once more. “Is that true? You talk about me?” 

You hung your head, sheepishly and shrugged. “Maybe.” The idea of you talking about him made him feel on top of the world. “Is what he said about you true? Are you really not that subtle?” 

“I did invite you to sleep with me,” he joked, taking a step closer to you. You didn’t move away but instead closed the distance between you two even more. He searched your eyes for a sign that you were thinking the same thing he was, and when your gaze flickered to his lips for only a second, he got his confirmation. 

Tyler hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head upwards just slightly as he leaned in. He kissed you slowly, sweetly as you hung your arms around his shoulders to bring him in even closer, the two of you pressed chest to chest. He felt you smile against his lips, a blissful feeling he didn’t to end.

[wosospacegirl]

And they were roommates - part 7

Summary: Y/n gets injured and has to stay in recovery for 8 months. It's a good thing her friend and teammate Kyra is more than willing to move in with her. wink wink

Warnings: peer pressure leading to a kitty adoption!!! making out!! a little bit of angsty (really just a tiny tiny bit); Leah and Y/n being your favourite grumpy duo.

Word count: 5.3k

Masterlist

You can read part 1 here and part 8 here

..

“So how did it all start, tell me everything!” Beth said enthusiastically in the middle seat in the back.

“Oh fuck", Y/n and Leah said in unison, Leah holding the bridge of her nose.

It was very clear that  Beth had only joined the drive to Lia’s because she wanted to interrogate Y/n and Kyar about their relationship, not because she was truly moved by the loss of her teammates' pet.

Kyra was too busy driving to care and Alessia was in her own little world, holding the cake that said ‘We’re sorry your cta died’ that they had just bought on their way to Lia’s house.

“Was this going on before your injury? Or was it after?” Beth asked, sticking her head between the two front seats 

“After,” Y/n said, pushing Beth’s head back into her seat. “Get back, man!”

“They were so head over heels for each other,” Alessia said. “I don’t know how you didn't see it before.”

“I knew Kyra was bullshitting with the whole ‘I’m moving in because she needs a friend around’ thing. Beth said proudly.

“Hey! I did move in to help her out, okay? Kyra said defensively. “Things just…happened.”

“Was it you or Kyra that initiated it?” Beth asked, ignoring Y/n

“It was very much mutual,” Y/n said.

“Hmm.” Beth nodded like she was putting the pieces of a puzzle together. “Interesting.” 

The car was silent.

“Who initiated the first kiss?” Beth continued to pry, gathering more and more pieces of information. “Come on, don’t hide anything. We’re all friends here!” 

“Please don’t tell us,” Leah murmured, almost begging.

Y/n rolled her eyes but replied. “Me, we were watching a film.”

“What film?” 

"Oh bloody hell," Leah groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Beth, I swear to God, does it fucking matter?" She tried to elbow Beth—a warning shot. But Beth, unrelenting, elbowed her back with double the force.

Kyra put a hand on Y/n’s tight.

“I’m going to throw this car into the next truck that passes us,” she said with a smile.

“Oh, good idea baby! Please, put us out of our misery,” Y/n said, matching Kyra’s energy.

“Oh don’t act so superior, Leah Cathrine, you just don’t care because you knew it all from the start!” Beth said, narrowing her eyes. 

“Some of us had to find out the hard way," Beth said, clutching her chest like she had been wounded. "There I was, minding my own business, and then, out of nowhere, boom! A full-on snogging session in my place of work. I may never recover." 

“Beth?!” Kyra said, turning her head around but quickly returning her attention back to the road. “We weren’t snogging!”

“Yeah, you interrupted us before we could actually do anything, Beth.” Y/n rolled her eyes.”

“Y/n!” Kyra blushed. “You’re instigating her!”

“For fucks sake do not have sex on our changing room, Y/n” Leah warned. “Or else I’ll have Renée bench both of you.”

Alessia hummed as she looked out the window. “Well…” She paused, letting the tension build. Then, without emotion, she shrugged. “They wouldn’t be the first couple to do that.”

“What?!” Everyone asked at the same time, turning to Alessia.

“Who the hell is having sex in the changing room?” Kyra asked. “That place smells of something, not romantic at all.”

After turning to Alessia, everybody turned their attention to Beth and looked at her suspiciously. There weren’t many couples on the teams, so their options were really limited.

“Oh, do you guys really think Viv would agree to have sex in a changing room? She’s plain. It wasn't us!” Beth said, rolling her eyes. “My wife is a respectable lady, but also boring as hell."

“Caitlin and Katie,” Alessia said casually as if she wasn't bomb-dropping the biggest gossip around. “Before they were even dating, by the way."

“And how do you know that?” Kyra asked

“I’ve got eyes in all the right places,” Alessia said jokingly, but none of the girls took it as a joke.

The song on the radio was the only sound on the car for a few seconds. But that's all it was. Seconds.

“So… did you guys wait long before you ha–” 

“Beth, if you say one more word, I swear I’ll crash the car,” Kyra said, mortified.

“Make it a murder-suicide, Cooney-Cross,” Leah muttered. “Maybe Beth will shut up for once.”

“Guys, do you think this is too much?” Alessia said, completely ignoring the banter and staring at the cake. “What if she cries because we wrote about the cat dying on the cake.”

“She’s gonna cry anyway,” Y/n said, watching Alessia in the rearview mirror. 

“I agree with Alessia, maybe we shouldn’t have written about her cat’s death on the cake,” Beth said. “Maybe she’ll get sad thinking about it again.”

“Oh come on,” Y/n said, preparing to defend her idea. “How else are we going to get our message across…that we’re here to support her and celebrate her cat’s life!”

“You know, some people just use words,” Leah muttered from her seat. “Not whole ass writings in a cake with pink icing.”

“Oh look who’s talking!” Y/n said defensively. “On my last birthday, you sent me a Spotify link to the Happy Birthday song! Miss ‘people use words.”

“I literally posted a story on my Instagram for you too, you ungrateful–”

“Okay, we’re here!” Kyra said, pulling down to Lia’s driveway. “We’re finally, finally here,” she said the last part in a whisper, like a prayer.

“Everybody out, come on,” Y/n said as they all got out of the car. She was the last one to leave, having to wait for Kyra to pick up her crutches.

The five girls stood in front of Lia's door, Kyra went to ring the bell, but Y/n held her wrist.

“Let’s just set some rules first,” Y/n said, “Kyra no dead cat puns, please. Leah, remember the whole thing about being nice. Beth, let Lia do the talking, alright? Let her vent.” Y/n said, pointing at each one. “And Alessia–”

The blonde looked up at her, cake in her hand.

“Just be yourself, babe,” she said, smiling.

“Why does Alessias get to be herself but I–”

“Not another word, Leah,” Y/n said in a warning. “Be. Nice.”

Leah rolled her eyes but remained quiet.

As Y/n nodded to Kyra,  she rang the doorbell, and in a few seconds Lia opened the door, but they were not prepared for the scene in front of them.

Lia was holding not one, not two, but three kittens. The girl was wearing a grey robe, her hair was in a messy bun, tears streaming down her face.

The five girls stared at Lia, each of them with their mouths agape.

“Guys I think I messed up! I went into full-on mourning mode and kind of panicked-adopted these three babies while I went to the vet to look at cremation stuff for Guler and they–” She held up the three kittens. “–were staring at me and–and I’d just lost my Guler boy, so I took them and now I can’t keep them all!”

Lia was sobbing, barely able to understand what she was saying, the poor girl was a mess and the poor kittens on her hands looked frightened.

Y/n was at a loss of what to say, so she did the first thing that came to mind. 

She took the cake from Alessia’s hand and gave Lia a nervous smile.

“Uhm, well, we bought cake!” 

..

Beth and Alessia were able to calm Lia down as Leah and Kyra took each kitten and put them on their laps. They were so small and tiny, they were barely two months old.

The one Kyra was holding was a little black one, and Leah had two, a ginger and a tabby cat, neither of which had a name yet.

Y/n, well, she was on cake duty. 

She had cut a piece of cake for each girl, and they were eating on the floor of Lia’s bedroom, while the girl talked about everything that had happened so far.

Guler had died of old age. She had taken him to the vet to be cremated. There was an adoption fair going on and she panicked-adopted the three kittens–and the only ones left– but when she got home she realised she couldn’t look after them all.

“I was so stupid!” Lia cried on Beth's shoulder as Alessia patted her back.

“You weren’t stupid, you’re just grieving,” Alessia said as she watched  Lia take a piece of her cake.

Alessia was right once again. Lia did cry even harder when she read what was written on the cake, maybe next time Y/n wouldn’t suggest writing about the loss of a pet in pink glaze. Noted.

“Grieving people do stuff like that all the time, babe, it’s okay, we’ll fix it,” Leah said, giving her pinky finger for the tabby cat to bite playfully. 

“We can keep one,” Kyra said bluntly, picking up the black kitty with her two hands and practically shoving it in Y/n’s face. “Right, Y/n?”

Y/n almost choked on her cake. 

“What? Of course not!” Y/n said. “We can’t have a cat!”

Lia started to cry even harder, from her corner of the room, Beth and Alessia gave Y/n a death stare.

Mean, Alessia mouthed to her. 

Great, just great.

“Oh fuck, sorry Lia, I’m sure we will find it another ho–”

“But look at him!” Kyra insisted, holding the cat close enough to Y/n that one of its hairs went into Y/n eyes. “He 's so cute.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at the tiny creature in Kyra’s hands. Its body was scrawny, but its belly was huge, and its ears were far too big for its face. It was… desproporcional. And somehow adorable. Not that she’d admit it.

“Meow,” the thing said.

Still, she crossed her arms. “No.”

She had never had a pet before, too busy with the football season and the FIFA calendar to take care of one. When she had holidays and days off, she was most definitely not at her home, so she really couldn’t have had a pet before. 

“I think I’ll keep this one,” Leah murmured, kissing the tabby’s cat in the face. “I like her.”

Kyra turned her face quickly to Y/n. The biggest doe eyes she had ever seen. Kyra was a kid in a candy shop, and Y/n wasn’t allowing her to take up anything.

“Please?” Kyra begged with a pout, putting the cat on her chest, and holding it like a baby. An ugly one at least.

“No.”

“Please!”

“Kyra, no!”

“But Leah got one!”

“And what does that have to do with anything? If Leah jumps off a cliff–”

“Yes!” Kyra answered before Y/n could finish.

“Oh my god just take the cat!” Leah said, as her cat purred. “It might do you some good, maybe you won’t be a pain in the ass anymore.

“I’m not a pain in the ass! I’m responsible, I actually think before I make a big life commitment like adopting a living being!”

Y/n realised what she had said before she had said it. She didn’t need the smack on the back of her head to realise it.

“Y/n!” Beth and Alessia said in unison.

Lia, who had stopped crying, started sobbing again.

“I-I’m sorry! I knew I was being irresponsible and now I have to find another home for at least one of them ” Lia cried her hands in her face.

Kyra held her kitten closer and gave Y/n a judgmental look as Leah slapped her own face and dragged her hand across it.

Y/n hadn’t expected to be the mean on this outing. Leah was usually the one who said insensitive things, not her.

Well done, Y/n.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” Y/n said, looking at everyone in the room, her hands hanging defensively in the air.

Y/n walked over to Lia and hugged her. “I didn't mean it like that, baby. I’m sorry, yeah? Me and Kyra will keep the black one, Leah will have the tabby one and you can keep the other one, does that sound okay?”

Before Lia could answer, Kyra was back on her two feet, cat in hand and the biggest smile on her face.

“We’re keeping him? Really?” She asked enthusiastically

“Yes,” Y/n murmured, patting Lia’s back.

"Leah, our cats are brothers and sisters. That makes us family,” Kyra declared proudly.

Leah stared at her, dead inside. “Don’t fucking start, Cooney-Cross.”

..

“But–”

“Not a single word, Kyra.”

Kyra snapped her mouth shut, but Y/n could see the argument bubbling under the surface as she focused on the road.

Kyra was driving Y/n and their new family member, Footy, to their home. 

Yes, Kyra was the one who named it.

They had dropped all the girls off at their respective houses before heading to three different pet shops to buy everything Footy needed. 

Y/n didn’t even know that a cat needed clothes, I mean, they already had their fur, right? But Kyra insisted on buying it a jumper like her own life depended on it. 

A bloody jumper. It looked more like a sock because of its size.

“It was time that we added a new member to our family!” Kyra declared proudly, one hand on the wheel, the other gesturing dramatically.

Y/n blinked at her. “I’m sorry—time? Time for what?”

Kyra nodded towards the kitten in Y/n’s lap as if it was obvious.

“Kyra, my love, we’ve been going out for two months,” Y/n said, reluctantly,  patting the thing in her lap.

“We’re gay,” Kyra said simply, glancing at Y/n as if that was the whole explanation. Then she shrugged. “That’s more like two years.”

“It was a reckless decision, Kyra!” Y/n argued, letting the thing bite her hands with its thin teeth. “How are we going to take care of it when we’re gone?”

Kyra sighed and made an L-turn. “We can either take him–stop calling the baby it–or we can leave him in a pet daycare for a few days.”

“I’m not paying a pet daycare for a car!” Y/n rolled her eyes, scratching Footy’s head–was it normal for it to have a bald spot near his ear?! 

“Then we’ll take him with us wherever we go, just like that,” Kyra winked at her.

Y/n wanted to argue and stand her ground.

But she didn’t. She breathed in and out, feeling the air coming to her lungs, her anger slowly coming to an end.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Kyra asked, confused.

“Yep,” Y/n said, with no emotion in her voice. “We’re cat parents now.”

Kyra narrowed her eyes, Y/n never let an argument go that easily.

“You are the one who’s going to clean its litter tray,” Y/n said.

There it was, Kyra thought.

“And you’re the one taking it on walks.”

“Cats don’t need walks,” Kyra said. “Have you seriously never been around animals your whole life?”

Y/n blushed slightly. “Well, if it ever needs one, you’ll be the one to do it.”

“Okay, ma’am,” Kyra said, making the captain salute with one hand while she held the wheel with the other. “I guess you’ll be an absent mother then.”

“No, I won't!” Y/n murmured. “It’ll feed it.” 

Y/n scratched Footy’s big belly. Maybe she could be a good cat mom.

..

When they got home, Kyra turned her old room into Footy’s.  She put his litter tray, toys, bed and scratching post next to what had once been her bed.

Since Kyra had been sleeping–pretty much every day–on Y/n’s bed, she didn’t need the room anymore.

Footy was very tired when Kyra put him on his little bed. 

Being panic-adopted by a grieving football player and then being adopted again by two other football players was too much for the little black kitty. The cat was sleeping as soon as Kyra turned off the lights.

When she got to her and Y/n’s room, she helped the girl out of her clothes, and they both lay down on the bed.

Y/n scrolled through her Instagram while Kyra read her book. She was already in the middle of a chapter when she noticed Y/n’s arm bushing against hers. The gentle touch was enough to remind Kyra that the couple had yet to kiss today.

Silently, Kyra put her book down on the bedside table and took the phone from  Y/n’s hand.

“Hey! Give me–”

“I wanna kiss you,” Kyra said, interrupting Y/n. “Right now,”

Y/n shut her mouth and grinned, forgetting about the phone immediately. 

“Do it, baby,” Y/n said, taking Kyra’s cheek in between her hands and bringing their lips closer. “You don’t have to ask me, you know that.”

The kiss was sweet and slow, their tongues swirling together, their saliva mixing.

“You haven’t kissed me all day,” Kyra whined against Y/n’s mouth.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do it,” Y/n whispered back.

In one swift movement, Kyra was hovering over Y/n, her legs on either side of Y/n’s body. 

Kyra kissed her again, this time urgently, her tongue slipping in fast, Y/n hands holding onto Kyra’s ribcage, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

“Missed you,” Y/n said. “A lot.”

“We were together all day, baby,” Kyra said, exploring her neck with her mouth.

“But not alone,” Y/n stated, moaning softly as Kyra sucked on her pulse. “I like being alone with you.”

Kyra moaned against her mouth and brought her hand to Y/n’s neck, resting it against her jugular. “You’re so pretty,” Kyra says, a string of saliva attached to each mouth. “And so hot, I want you all to myself.”

“Yeah? You think so?” Y/n teased, eyes closing and Kyra's mouth trailed down her neck, kissing her cold skin. “Then show me, make me feel good, please?”

“But we’ve talked about this,” Kyra mumbled as she bit the spot on Y/n’s neck, making the girl rock her hips as much as the cats on her leg would allow. “We’ll have to wait until your cast is off completely.”

Y/n took Kyra’s chin in her hand and gently pushed Kyra’s face until they were staring at each other. “Baby, I need you, please?” she begged again, trying to give Kyra her best doe eyes.”

Kyra smiled and kissed Y/n’s mouth.

“Just have to be patient, yeah?” Kyra said. “Now let me enjoy you, keep quiet.”

“You’re the one who keeps saying we have to wait, yet you’re the one holding me down,” she teased.

Before she could continue, Kyra’s palm silenced her.

“What did I say?” Kyra asked more sternly, raising one brow.

That tone made Y/n wet, very wet

“I’m not usually the one taking orders,” Y/n said, slightly confused by the shift of their dY/namic, but enjoying it nonetheless.

Kyra chuckled. “Just this once, ok?”

Y/n hesitated but nodded.

“Pretty girl,” Kyra said before returning her attention back to Y/n’s neck. The tip of her tongue trailing from the back of her jaw till the beginning of her cleavage, Y/n moved slightly, too caught up in how Kyra was making her feel.

Y/n tugged desperately at her shirt, but before she could remove it. Kyra held her wrists.

“What are you doing?” she asked, watching the way her hand wrapped perfectly around Y/n’s wrists. 

“It’s hot in here,” Y/n says, trying to sound innocent.

“We can turn the air conditioning on,” Kyra suggested.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Come on Ky don’t you wanna see my tits?” Y/n said, throwing away all her fake innocence and being her naturally blunt self

Kyra blushed. “We won’t have sex until you are completely healed.”

“I know,” Y/n said impatiently. “You’ve said that like 10 times already, but we can make out–with my shirt off.”

“Your shirt has to stay on,” Kyra said, getting up from Y/n’s body and sitting on her legs next to Y/n. “When the cast is off we–”

“–can have all the sex in the world, I know it.” Y/n huffed, kissed Kyra again, more desperately, trying to distract the girl.

Kyra accepted and deepened the kiss, her hands gripping Y/n’s waist.  Y/n arched into her, her breath shaky.

But then Y/n shifted slightly, and Kyra could feel the awkward angle of her cast pressing into her leg.

Kyra moaned against Y/n’s lips before she forced herself to pull away. “Fuck. No. We can’t.”

Y/n sighed and turned her body around to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to take her crutches and get off the bed. “Okay, I’m off.”

“Where are you going?” Kyra asked. “We were making out, we can keep on doing that, we just have to go–slowly.”

“Yes, we were making out, ” Y/n rolled her eyes. “Until you decided to become a nun.”

“Oh come on, don’t be difficult! ” Kyra whined, throwing herself dramatically on the bed. “It’s hard for me too!”

“It looks like you are having way too much fun denying me,” Y/n said, matching Kyra’s dramatic attitude. 

Y/n wanted to put the fucking cast on fire. Never in her life had she been so cockblocked, kudos to Kyra as well.

“I’m not denying you!” Kyra argued, sitting back down on the bed. “Are you telling me you’ll be able to stop whatever we were doing if we were half naked?” 

Y/n was silent.

“See,” Kyra said, pointing at herself. “I'm right on this one, we don’t have self-control”

“You know what,” Y/n said, tapping her crutches against the floor, a habit she had developed whenever she was made. “You can fuck off!”

Kyra rolled her eyes and watched as Y/n walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?!” Kyra whined again, getting off the bed and following Y/n.

“I am going to take a very very cold shower,” Y/n said angrily. 

Kyra pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, let me grab your towel first and then we can do–”

“No! I’m taking a shower alone,” Y/n stated.

Kyra just looked at her,

“The last time you tried to take a shower alone you fell flat on your face, baby,” Kyra said nonchalantly. “Are you back to being stubborn and not accepting help or what?”

“Are you back to being annoying or what?” Y/n said, grumbling under her breath all the way to the bathroom before closing the door.

Kyra stood by the side of the door, counting on her fingers. 

Twenty-eight…

Twenty-nine...

“Kyra?” Y/n murmured, her voice soft through the door. “Are you there?

Kyra smirked proudly. She knew her girl.

“Always, baby,  do you want me to come in?”

“Yes.” She said,

Kyra went into the bathroom and found Y/n sitting on the toilet, her shirt was still on, but her trousers were at her feet.

“I can't take my trousers all the way off,” she explained, an impatient tone in her voice, she thought that she’d be getting used to the bloody cast by now.

“I’ll help you, it's all right,” Kyra said, getting down on her knees and taking her trousers off. She tapped on Y/n’s leg playfully. “Shall we get you into the shower?”

“Yes,” Y/n said, accepting the help.

Kyra took off Y/n’s shirt and she couldn't help herself.

“So now you want to take my shirt off?”

Kyra rolled her eyes. “We can always take a shower in our swimsuit, up to you, pretty girl.” 

“You’re an evil, evil woman.” 

..

The couple was lying on the sofa, enjoying their day off. It was a sunny Saturday. No games or training for Kyra and no physio for Y/n. It had been a long time since they had a day like this.

“FIFA date is coming up,” Y/n said as they watched yet another film Kyra had chosen, Footy lying down by Kyra’s side. 

“Uhun,” Kyra said, eyes glued to the television, her left hand stroking Footy. 

“Are you excited? Y/n asked, taking Kyra’s hand from Footy and putting it on her leg. “It’s the first time Australia is playing at the She Believes Cup, right?”

“It is yeah,” Kyra says, sounding bored. “It’s Colombia’s first time too; and I’m all right.” 

“You don't look too excited.” Kyra’s hand caressed her tight.”What's the matter? Too scared to play against Foxy?” Y/n joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Nah, Foxy’s good but we can handle her,” Kyra smiled. “I'm more worried about leaving you, actually,” she confessed, still not looking at her.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, she took the remote and turned off the TV.

“Hey–”

Y/n cupped Kyra’s face so they were looking at each other.

“I’m trying to talk to you,” Y/n said, a little impatient in her voice. “What happened? You always  get so excited about playing for Australia, seeing Mimi and the other girls.”

Kyra hesitated.

“I–I just don’t want to leave you here, alone,” she confessed, “Half the girls from Arsenal got called up to their national teams.”

“So? They always do, I was expecting that already.”

“But you’ll be alone, all your friends will be at camp, and I won’t be here to help either.”

Y/n rolled her eyes.

 “Oh come on Kyra, I’m a lot more independent than I was months before,” Y/n said, partially annoyed.

“I just think it would be better if I didn't go,” Kyra muttered.

Y/n straightened her body and looked at the girl with wide eyes.

"Wait—you’re serious?" Y/n’s voice lost its teasing edge. She sat up straighter, her hands clenched into fists. "Kyra, be fucking for real. You would actually refuse a call-up? Do you really think I’m that fragile? That I can’t be on my own for a week without completely falling apart?”

Y/n was fuming.

“I didn’t say that; you’re putting words in my mouth,” Kyra said. “I’m just worried about leaving, we’ve been pretty much glued together for the last few months and everyone you know will be at camps as well.”

 “For your information, I have other friends who are not football players who will keep me company,” Y/n stated, crossing her arms. “My whole life doesn't revolve around football like you make it sound like.”

Y/n was getting frustrated with Kyra. Sure, it wouldn’t be the best feeling in the world to be stuck at home with the cat while everyone she knew was out doing what she wanted. 

But she already came to terms with it, she had cried all the tears she needed to cry, she had screamed all she had to need to scream on her pillow while Kyra was out on running or training.

She already yapped about it non-stop with Leah, who was not much of a comforter, but still was a great listener nonetheless.

Y/n didn’t need Kyra to feel pity for her. She was, slowly but surely, becoming more independent. And maybe staying one week away from Kyra would do them some good, maybe Kyra would realise that Y/n was more capable than she thought she was.

Kyra still pretty much saw Y/n as a damsel in distress. 

Y/n was in distress but she was no damsel.

“Y/n, tell me one friend of yours that isn’t related to football?” Kyra challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Ms. Petunia!” Y/n said matter-of-factly.

“...Your neighbour? I mean elderly neighbour?”

“Are you being ageist?”

“Maybe–a little?”

“She's a good friend! and she’ll keep me company while you’re away,” Y/n argued, taking Kyra’s hand away from her leg. “She always bakes me cookies–and we’ll watch telenovelas together! I'm going to have a great time with her.”

“And what about when she goes to the elderly church group? You’ll just be at home all day?”

“No Kyra, I’ll take my crutches and happily skip my way to Wales!” Y/n said eagerly, she could be petty when she wanted to.”

Kyra opened her mouth like she was about to argue again, but then she stopped herself. Y/n was looking at her with that stubborn, defiant glare—the one that meant she wasn’t just mad about this, she was mad about everything. The injury, the recovery, the way everyone was treating her like she was breakable.

Kyra sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well… guess we’re good then.” She took the remote from Y/n and turned the television again.

"Yes we are," Y/n snapped. The words tasted bitter. She knew they weren’t good. Kyra knew they weren’t good. But neither of them said anything.

A few seconds passed, thick with silence. Y/n clenched her jaw, grabbed her crutches, and stood up. Before she left, she grabbed the remote—petulantly, spitefully—and turned the TV off again.

“I don’t want to watch that movie anymore, it’s stupid,” she mumbles as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“It’s literally The Lorax, bro,” Kyra said from the living room. “It’s got a message!”

Y/n opened the cupboard and took out a bowl and some fruits. She was going to make a fruit salad. Fruit salads were good for regulating the nervous system, and right now all of her systems were very much nervous.

Y/n had just cut the apples, strawberries and mango, the only fruit left were two bananas. Then she began to chop them, more angrily than necessary.

“What did the banana do to you, grumpy?” Y/n felt Kyra’s presence on her back, her hands gently placed on her hips and Kyra rested her head on Y/n’s shoulder.

“I’m taking my anger out on them,” Y/n mumbled, continuing to chop. “My therapist said I need to learn to redirect my anger away from people or some shit like that.”

“Hmm,” Kyra said, planting a gentle kiss on her neck. “You’re doing a great job.”

“Shut up,” Y/n asked, still grumpy. “Did you finish the film?”

“Uhum, like I said, great movie.”

“And did you learn anything from it?”

“Yeah, not to cut trees down and not to make my hyper-independent girl feel like she’s a liability,” Kyra said softly. “I’m sorry baby. I’m sure you’ll have a blast while I’m gone.”

“Maybe even go to some crazy church bingo with Ms Petunia, yeah?” She continued, slightly teasing, putting her hands under Y/n’s shirt.

“You shouldn’t tease someone with a knife in their hand,” Y/n warned in a fake serious tone.

Kyra held her closer and watched as Y/n took the chopped bananas and mixed them with the rest of the fruits. 

Y/n took a spoonful of her fruit salad and offered it to Kyra, who wrinkled her nose and pushed the spoon away.

“Ew,” she said

Y/n rolled her eyes.

“You’re an athlete, you need vitamins! Y/n said. “Now I’m the one who’s worried, I don’t think you’ll eat well if I'm not there to make sure you get some real food.”

Kyra kissed her neck as Y/n enjoyed her fruit salad.

"Steph will look after me."

"Hm," Y/n scoffed, taking another bite of fruit. "We’ll see. If you come back looking like you’ve only eaten cereal for a week, I’ll never let you leave again."

..

PART 8 |

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Notes//2: I always have so so much fun writing dialogues between Y/n and Leah like I got myself giggling in my room aloneee.

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A Lesson in Romantics | [2/2]

Resident!Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x resident!f!reader

First Part: A Lesson in Vulnerability

Summary: A first date makes it obvious you two are out of practice. It’s perfect.

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Note: Expect more from/inspired by this Robby and Reader! I have plans for them💜

Word Count: 3.1k+

Most of my works are 18+ due to adult language and content

Warnings: foul language, SMUT (MINORS DNI!!), afab!reader, p in v, oral (f! receiving), pet names (sweetheart), some fluff, established relationship

not beta read

Michael’s heart raced the entire way to his apartment, mind foggy with the untold possibilities. His anxious mind kept running through all the scenarios in his head.

What if you were pregnant? What would that mean for you? For your relationship? For your jobs?

His gut twisted, feeling guilty. This was all backwards. He was supposed to take you out on a date first, bring you flowers, complete his residency and become an attending physician. Maybe get married, buy a house somewhere, maybe even get a dog, then have kids.

He could be robbing you of your residency, or at least throw it into unnecessary complications. You didn’t deserve that. You were competent. You were smart. You were great with patients, keeping a level head even in the worst situations presented. You were going to make a great doctor.

After the results showed negative, a relief filled him. But a part of him was also thankful. Who knew how long it would have taken him to admit his feelings otherwise.

Add in the way you were now grinning at him? He wouldn’t trade that for anything.

“So that date? You like Italian?”

—

Nerves were wreaking havoc on your stomach, butterflies threatening their escape from the moment you got back to your apartment after shift. Why on earth were you so nervous? You had hung out with Michael so many times before, shared meals, shared his bed.

But this is different. This is going to be our first date. You thought, wringing your hands together.

After taking a quick shower to wash off your day, you then had a decision to make. Michael had said it would be a nice place, just slightly above casual. You opened the door to your tiny closet, eyes flickering over your very limited options. With your residency, there was not much time to be social — you occasionally hung out with your friends, but aside from that, you were usually with Michael.

There was only one suitable option in your closet, which was a bit of a disappointment, but you could make it work. You tried to style your hair into something a bit more fancy than how you usually wore it at the hospital, but it was just not cooperating.

He knocked on your door right at 8, entirely too punctual for the mess you were. One last look in the mirror and you decided you looked good. Good enough, but who cares.

Michael was holding roses in his hand when you opened the door, thankful your roommate was doing an overnight. He took your breath away, standing in the doorway with sheepish eyes and a tiny smile. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his hair was perfectly styled.

“Hi.” You breathed out, looking back at the flowers in his hand.

His smile grew, “Hi.”

You invited him in, taking the flowers from him and inhaling their scent. You noticed a few were bruised, petals falling off one, but the thought of them warmed your heart.

“These are really pretty, thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.” He cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.”

You grinned at him, filling a vase you found in the back of your cabinet with water.

“So do you.” You told him. “I mean, handsome. You look handsome.”

It was true, dressed in simple dark blue slacks and a nicely fitted grey polo. Despite knowing all the freckles on his body, your cheeks heated at the sight of him in your kitchen.

The car ride to the restaurant was worse, trying to make small talk and failing miserably. The direction of conversation steadily moved back toward work. It was comfortable, but made you feel like you were just back in the hospital.

Once sat at the table, your eyes wandered over the menu.

“So, tell me about yourself.” He said finally, dark eyes watching you across the table.

It was such a simple question, but one steeped in the weight of what this meant. He knew your take-out orders by heart, how you preferred a specific herbal tea when it got late, how you liked to be touched, but he could not tell you a single thing about your past, your family, or life before residency.

You told him. Your hometown, your family, your friends. How, despite how curious you were, you refused to dissect the frog in sixth grade. It all felt pretty surface level when you turned the question around on him.

“I was born in California—” He paused over his pasta, eyes faraway while you watched gears turn in his head, “My parents set high expectations for me, but more so to go into surgery. I don’t know, I tried it. I just felt like I could make more of a difference down in the Emergency Department.”

For some reason, that surprised you. The passion and attention he brought, even as a resident, spoke more to someone who had considered the Emergency Department for a long time.

“Surgery?” You asked, smirking, “I don’t see it.”

He chuckled, “I think I was missing the necessary ego to make it work.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

Your banter with him was familiar, a liferaft in the sea of uncertainty. You didn’t even remember the last time you had been on a date.

Over dessert, he asked about med school and you explained how you had chosen it.

“I think I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it and the ED just made sense. It’s grueling and tragic, and one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But I’ve always loved a challenge.”

He smirked, “Really? Never would’ve guessed.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smirk was back.

—

When dinner was paid for — you had offered to split the check, and he had laughed like it was a joke — you walked to the front of the restaurant to find rain pouring outside. He had parked several blocks away to avoid paying for parking.

“Let me go get the car, you wait here.”

You raised a simple eyebrow at him, “A little rain never hurt anyone. Come on.”

You grabbed his hand and tugged him forward, bringing a laugh from his lips. He ran forward with you, fingers intertwined with yours. You were both panting when you reached his car, and he pulled you quickly into a kiss — the awkward tension from earlier in the date completely washed away.

He kept you still, hands on your face, rain quickly soaking into your clothes. You moved your hands to his chest and softly pushed him off, looking into his eyes with a smile and noting how his hair was sticking to his forehead. He grinned at you and unlocked the car, and you quickly got in to avoid any more of the downpour.

When he put the key into the ignition, his car stuttered to start — clicking before giving up all together. He stared at his dashboard in what appeared to be disbelief.

Then he did something that surprised you, he laughed.

“This is not how I wanted this date to go.” He said, his tone breathy, before turning his dark brown eyes to you. Water dripped down his nose.

“Oh?” You wondered, wiping some of the rain from your eyes and forehead.

“Yeah,” he said softly, “you know, get you flowers, hold your hand, walk you to your door. Maybe kiss you goodnight.”

You could not help but smile at him, endeared by it. “We can try to catch a cab, call a tow truck in the morning.”

He leaned against the driver’s seat and sighed.

“This night is going so much better than I was hoping for.” You told him earnestly. “I’m not going to let a little rain ruin it.”

He looked over at you, gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Cab it is.”

Back in the rain, his hold on your hand never slipped as you both tried to hail a cab. Thankfully it was not too late and one eventually was driving down the street you were on.

In the quiet, you played with his fingers, savoring the feeling of his skin on yours. A new feeling was beginning to invade most of your senses, flooding your body with warmth. It was different than the heat of desire, or the rush of excitement when you had first invited him into your bed, but it was also simultaneously both of those things. But was also this: the calm of his presence.

The cab ride was short, and after you were out of the car, Michael’s hand found yours again.

At your door, the awkward air began to return, though you were thankful for the overhang to keep you both out of the rain.

“I’m not good at this.” He told you, eyes on your hands.

“Practice makes perfect.” You whispered.

He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his sheepish smile returning. The emotional intimacy would take some work, but the connection was undoubtedly there.

“I just wanted—I hoped—”

“What are second dates for?” You asked, moving to unlock your door.

There was relief in his exhale, “Yeah, you want a second date?”

“I don’t let just anyone walk me to my door.” You told him simply, smile growing as you stepped into your apartment. With an eyebrow raised, “Do you want a second date?”

“I want you,” He said, tone deeper. “In whatever way you’ll have me.”

There was something deeper to his words, but your desire to have him had begun to flood your senses. You turned to find him impossibly close, dark eyes watching you, chest against yours. The heat of him was overwhelming.

“I want you,” You echoed. “In every way that matters.”

His lips crashed to yours, a clash of teeth and need, but you met him in equal measure.

You were both completely drenched from the rain, but between rushed, eager kisses, you found yourself laughing against his lips. Your happiness was overflowing and he swallowed it with equal need. HIs hands were on you, peeling the wet clothes from your skin.

The path to your bedroom was one you both committed to memory, even eyes closed and limbs tangled. Your dress was discarded somewhere in the hall, along with his polo, and your hands found his chest, moving up his shoulders and then his wet hair.

Your hands found his belt right as you entered your bedroom, and Michael kicked the door closed behind him, hands exploring your body. You were quick to pull off his belt, trying to tug off his pants before he breathed a chuckle, helping you.

His lips were on you again, moving from your jaw to your throat, hands exploring the skin of your hips. You backed up, pulling him with you until you bumped into your bed and then you pulled him down with you. You move up just enough to get your legs onto the mattress and his hot mouth followed you, eagerly taking your lips again.

He removed your underwear with one hand, his other arm keeping him upright beside you. You held him against you, senses hazy with the feel of him—his cologne, his lips, his hands.

Kissing down your throat until he found that particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone, you let out a whine, hands grabbing at his biceps. His chuckle was breathy against your skin, but he did not relent, moving steadily down. Across your sternum, between your breasts and down your stomach, his kisses wet and determined. Over your pubic bone before diverting to your thighs.

You groaned, grabbing a handful of his hair with one hand, the other at your side. Flames of desire licked up your belly, a throbbing need between your thighs.

“Please.” You weren’t sure what exactly you were begging for.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” He asked, brown eyes finding yours before sucking the skin along your inner thigh.

You tried to take a deep breath, but his lips moved up your thigh, forcing another whine from your lips, “Michael.”

“I’m right here.” It was gentle, tone huskier than usual. “Tell me what you need.”

“I want you to taste me.” You finally got out.

He raised an eyebrow in challenge, but decided to show you a little bit of mercy. His hot breath moved closer, hands gripped tightly on your thighs, before pulling you down slightly to meet his mouth.

The first drag of his tongue was divine, and you squeaked out a small moan, fisting the sheets below you. He sucked on your clit, tracing one of his fingers up your thigh, and you desperately tried to remember to breathe. His fingers were at your entrance before you processed it, gathering your slick and his saliva and then pushing into you.

You moaned again, fingers tightening in his hair, a burning working its way to your belly. The feel of his beard against your skin, his lips and his tongue, his fingers curling deliciously inside you.

It was all too much.

“Fuck,” you breathed out. “That’s so good.”

He hummed against your clit, the vibration making your eyes roll into the back of your head. He removed his mouth and before you could complain, replaced it with his thumb. He left a sloppy kiss along your hip.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. You like that?”

You moaned again, trying to ground down on his fingers.

His lips met your clit again and you felt your orgasm closing in — licking up your spine until it was all you could consider. His pace never relented, and the sound of his moan between your legs was what sent you hurtling over the edge, blinded by the white heat of it, disregarding how obscene you sounded.

Michael worked you through it until you try to bring his head up, one hand in his hair and the other on his cheek, guiding him to your mouth.

“Fuck, you did so good.” He said against your lips.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, moving your legs until they wrapped around his hips. You became painfully aware of his underwear still between you two. You moved your hand from his hair to pull him free. He was heavy in your hand, and despite your hazy thoughts, you did not move him where you wanted him most.

“Nightstand.” You breathed, opening your eyes to look at him.

He nodded, moving to stretch and open the drawer of your nightstand. He grabbed a condom and moved to sit on his haunches, putting it on. You drank in the sight of him, admiring the biceps he had gained from lifting patients to the patch of hair from his navel to his crotch.

You brought your hand to his hip, barely hiding your impatience, and you watched him grin. He was back on you in an instant, tongue entering your mouth and resting his arms on either side of you. He moved up just enough to guide himself to your slick entrance, and you huffed out a whine, putting your hands on his back to try to bring him closer.

Michael entered you slowly, eyes closing and face blissed out. There was a groan low in his throat, which reignited all your nerves, feeling the stretch of him. He filled you completely, the feel of him all consuming.

Hooking both legs around him, you brought him closer until he bottomed out. You could see in his expression that he was trying not to rush, allowing you time to adjust, but you just wanted him to move.

“Michael, please.”

He opened his eyes again, brown eyes holding an emotion you did not recognize, trapping you with his gaze. It was heavy, but it felt right. You brought one hand to the side of his face, smiling at him, before he kissed you again.

The drag of his hips was slow, inching out of you before gently thrusting back in. It was more sensual than you had experienced with him, but you relished in it. You threw your arms around his neck and held him close.

He began to pick up his pace, moans breathy and quiet. The feeling of him inside you brought the heat back, reducing you to moans and incoherent thoughts, centered on the man above you. Only him him him.

“You take me so well,” he said in your ear, kissing your jaw and your throat.

You keened below him, and he swallowed your moans with his mouth. He thrust harder, deeper, and he invaded every string of thought, your body blazing with pleasure.

“Michael—oh, oh!” You moaned into his mouth, legs tightening around his hips.

He slipped his hand between you, moving to wear your bodies met, rubbing fast circles on your clit. You clenched around him, eyes screwing tightly.

His hand was on your cheek, “I want you to look at me when you come, sweetheart.”

You tried to listen, focusing on his brown eyes and you shuddered. He adjusted his thrusts, brushing against that spongy spot inside you and your second orgasm ripped through you.

You kept your eyes on his until you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. He groaned loudly as you pulsed around him, head dropping beside you, his breaths on your shoulder. He fucked you through it, his hips picking up the pace as he approached the edge of his own.

His next kiss was sloppy and full of unsaid emotion, and you took it all, hands in his hair. He came undone with a low groan, hips stuttering against yours until they slowed to a stop. He dropped his head back to your shoulder, breathing ragged.

You stayed wrapped up in each other while you caught your breath, his forehead eventually finding yours. You ran your nails along his scalp and he hummed, breathing through his nose, eyes still closed. Despite wanting to keep him on — and in — you, you eventually removed your legs from around his hips.

He took the hint, slipping out of you with the tiniest hiss, and you felt empty without him. He quickly discarded the condom into the trashcan near your nightstand before laying back on the bed. You were both quiet except for the heavy breathing.

He scooched closer to you, gathering you up in his arms until you were half on him, half on your bed, leg thrown over his. He kissed your hairline, his hand tracing lazy circles into the skin of your hip. You moved your hand up over his heart and enjoyed the feel of it below your palm.

“I saw there was an art exhibit opening next weekend. We should go.” He said.

You hummed, “Sounds like a date.”

“Hopefully it won’t rain this time.” He chuckled.

“It was the perfect excuse to get you out of your clothes, though.”

He laughed beneath you, “You never need an excuse.”

“Fair.”

“Maybe I’ll get better at this whole dating and romance thing.”

“I’ve got no complaints,” You said, with a lazy grin. “But hey, practice makes perfect.”

“I like practicing with you.”

And you enjoyed practicing with him, too.

[ Alternate Ending ]

All Dr. Robby Content: @cherriready @kittenhawkk

I haven’t written smut in awhile, so I apologize if it was trash

[toxicanonymity]

raider masterlist

dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

new chapter April 17, 2025: feast.

⚠️ this post hit the link limit, and I haven't decided what to do. I will still try to update the newest fic link above.

moodboard by @milla-frenchy 🖤 a rb will not stay up-to-date.

SUMMARY: He's a bad guy, and you're his good girl. Joel saves you from bad men, but claims you for himself. His persona starts to crack, but he gets even more possessive. You're his world, and he'll do anything to keep you. Emotional slow burn but smut the whole time. WARNINGS: 18+ canon-typical violence, noncon via implicit threat, evolving to enthusiastic dubious consent (stockholm syndrome), depraved use of praise and pet names (sweet pea, baby), unsafe P in V, exhibitionism, extreme possessiveness, dark fluff (🖤), angst, and more. NO USE of Y/N, No physical description of reader. Darkness rating by poll.

Spotify: raider, sweet pea (smut) Optional reference: trailer floor plan Carter masterlist

main story

Note, non-bold links in this section were written out of order and may contain spoilers or references to future events. their placement in this list is based on timeline.

Raider: (Mar 24, 2023) - He "saves" you, then has his way with you but is kinda sweet about it. Joel POV (Oct 3, 1k)

Failed Rescue (Apr 8 - 1.9k) Your bf tries to save you. Joel makes him watch then keeps you.

Stash House (Apr 11 - 850)- Joel takes you to the stash house and shows everyone you're his. Wash Bin 🖤 (Aug 27, 1k) Shooting Practice Drabble(Jul 28, 1.6k)

Failed Escape (Apr 23, 4k)- Joel saves you from FEDRA, bathes you, and edges you.

J. Miller (May 19, 2k) - Joel labels you with his switchblade and claims all your holes. dark. Can be skipped.

Home (May 29, 1.3k) - Joel makes dinner at home, cleans your chest, and tucks you in. 🖤

Company (Jun 9, 2.2k) - Joel brings home a girl to distract his men. dark. Extra Scene - angst.

Close (Jul 3, 2.7k) - close call with other raiders. You-almost-died sex, and later, more intimate 🖤

Gun Hug (Jul 31, 3.7k) - Joel traps 2 bad guys and kills them while you. . .🖤 If you want him (1.5k) - he holds out to see🖤

Night Air (Aug 30, 3.5k) - Joel is brutal with a bad guy, and his POV reveals some feelings. 🖤 Bonus blurb, wakeup pwp drabble

Hunger (Sep 29, 7k) - Joel takes you on a trek, comforts you, kills a guy, and gives you head. 🖤

Bodies (Dec 3, 7.8k) - After a violent night, Joel does something he's never done before. 🖤 Raider POV

✨️Feast (Apr 17, 2025, 1.9k) - Joel's hunger can't be contained. You stay in bed. 🖤

No cliffhagers ... Bulletin from Tox

more (drabbles, etc)

🔥 smut

Trying to use him (800) (riding) 🔥

House meeting drabble 🖤

You get sick at night drabble 🖤

He goes down on you (oral f) 🔥

If you touched his scar

if men had hurt you in the past

if you got your period 🖤

magazine and makeup 🖤

yoga pwp drabble piv 1k 🔥

boots drabble (oral f receiving) 🔥

graveyard blurb (spice)

if you bit his arm drabble (p in v) 🔥

If you snapped (emotional spice) 🖤

face sitting on sofa 🔥

being bad, looking good (2.8k, smut) 🔥

Van ride drabble (800) 🖤

sleeping beast (<1k), PWP 🔥

If Joel was sick 🖤

If you were annoying

cutting his hair 🖤

waking up on top 🔥

tired 🖤

waking up on top again 🔥

Sweet pea overhears Joel 🔥

Choking on his dick (600) 🔥

his birthday 🥺

quickie (daddy kink scenario) 🔥

✨Roly poly - comfort 🖤

Note: not all content is linked. Asks can lead to lore, snippets, and previews or hints of future plot points, etc. which are not added here.

Headcanons (not written like fic)

If another man has his way (Q&A)

dacryphilia - evolved update (Q&A)

if you had scars or tattoos (Q&A)

sweet pea by herself

If you sketched Joel and Jack

Apple picking 🖤

Responding to a Nightmare 🖤

accidentally hurting her 🖤

Analysis (#raider!analysis)

why does he keep her

why did he snap (in Company extra scene)

his eye contact

his affection / feelings, trajectory 🖤

falling for sweet pea

his self hate and her feelings

the dog and joel's concern for you

awareness of growth / why keep her

Raider Tommy

Birds of prey (2.6k)

Art, etc.

Mattress by esquire magazine

Stitches by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

collage by @milla-frenchy

lose control edit by @survivingandenduring

🌸 sweet pea mood boards by various

6 month collage by milla-frenchy

6 month cake by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

🌸 sweet pea cosplay from night air

👱‍♂️carter mood board by @romana-after-dark

pts. 1-3 rb mood boards by @iamasaddie

night air gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

raider/sweet pea collage by milla

sweet pea's pup by @dark-scape

want it that bad gif by dark-scape

Bodies gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

👱‍♂️carter mood board by milla

Then and now drawing by romana-after-dark

Raider/sweet pea drawings by @lumoverheaven

our stars moodboard by milla

raiding edits by gasolinerainbowpuddles

under the anger by iamasaddie

🎥 Trailer (video) by @carminepoison

birthday sketch by lumoverheaven

In love w raider by milla

✨ checks that you're ok 🐺 by milla

If I've left yours off please lmk I prob tagged improperly

Back to Joel Masterlist

🖤 If mine or another writer's work has inspired yours, it's always better late than never to share / shout-out 🖤

[birdietrait]

✿ The Home Sweet Home Legacy Challenge ✿

Info ✿

view on google docs

Use the tag #HSHLegacy so I can see your posts!!

If there are any rules that you don’t vibe with, just skip over them!

Some of the rules are centered around gameplay and some are more story-based!

You don’t have to complete aspirations or max out careers if you don’t want to, unless it’s otherwise specified in the generation’s rules!

Play with any lifespan you prefer.

Read one generation ahead to get all of the information you need!

Mods are allowed and encouraged; especially ones that make the game more realistic. I’ve linked a couple mods in some generations that can add to the gameplay! 

If you have the more traits in cas mod, pick whatever extra traits you think would fit your sim!

Rules for the generations under the cut ✿

GENERATION ONE ✿

You were raised in the city by strict parents who pushed you to be the best student in school. Despite your ambitious nature you hated the fact that you had no autonomy or free time. When you became a young adult you packed up your belongings, your pet and your limited funds and you moved to the countryside. Your cottage is rundown and outdated…it’s going to take a lot of work (and money) to make it a home. You quickly realize you might not actually be cut out for this life, but you are too stubborn and proud to give up and move back in with your parents.

Traits: Squeamish, Ambitious, High Maintenance

Aspiration: Country Caretaker OR Freelance Botanist

Career: Start with a part time job and/or odd jobs until your sim ages up into an adult, then settle into a full time job of your choice. To make additional money, you can also sell harvestables from your garden or your farm animals (if you want to go down that route!)

Starting Out: Start in Henford-on-Bagley with your pet in a small, rundown cottage with 2-3 bedrooms. You can use money cheats at this point, but remember: small rundown cottage…don’t use those extra funds for nice appliances!! When your house is done, set your funds to 450.

Rules: 

Your lot must have the ‘simple living’ lot trait

Reach level 5 in: Handiness, Cooking and Gardening

Befriend a few locals

Meet and fall in love with an outdoorsy sim with a large tight knit family 

Spend every holiday with your partner’s family, and have a solid relationship with most (if not all) of them

Have 2 kids

Take a vacation for every sim’s birthday (if you can’t afford it, throw a birthday party on a public lot instead)

Renovate the cottage over time (get new appliances, wallpaper/flooring, etc.)

Optional Rules:

Play with the ‘off the grid’ lot trait

Max out Handiness, Cooking and/or Gardening

Make the sim’s parents and make them have a negative relationship 

GENERATION TWO ✿

You grew up in a small, quiet town. After hearing about your parent’s childhood in the city, you were inspired to give it a try. You say goodbye to your loving family and set out for San Myshuno. You find an apartment and a part time job, then you get a few roommates to help with the bills. When you are faced with an accidental pregnancy, your roommates rally in support.

Traits: Loyal, Creative, Slob

Aspiration: City Native OR Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Max out the Retail part time job before quitting and selling paintings full time

Starting Out: Move into an apartment in San Myshuno with 2-3 roommates (you can use the roommate feature but I recommend actually having them in the household!)

Rules:

Max the painting skill

Have Game Night, or something similar, once a week with your roomies

Have an accidental pregnancy after a one night stand (if your sim can’t become pregnant and the other sim can, move the baby into your household when they’re born!)

Raise your kid as a single parent (with the help of your roomies)

Once your child becomes a teen, move out into your own place (it could be in San Myshuno or another world)

Marry as an elder

Optional Rules: 

As an elder, marry the sim you had a one night stand with (that ultimately resulted in the birth of your child)

Become famous (because of your paintings)

GENERATION THREE ✿

Just as the expression goes, it took a village to raise you. You were a wild, rebellious child with a love for athletics. Even though you were surrounded by love as a kid (not just from your biological family, but from your parent’s roommates) you always wanted to have siblings. You end up marrying one of your childhood best friends and you settle down in a quiet neighborhood.

Traits: Family Oriented, Hot Headed, Athletic

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Athletic 

Starting Out: Move into a house in a world of your choice with your partner.

Rules:

Max the parenting skill and the athletic skill

Have 4 children

Reach the summit of Mt. Komorebi at some point in your life

Be a hands-on parent: play with your kids, build them a treehouse, throw birthday parties, be as involved as possible in their lives

Go through rough patches with your spouse due to your anger issues

Eventually decide to get a divorce after trying to make it work (or if you have RPO, you can opt for separation instead)

You and your ex-spouse must live on the same lot and continue to raise your kids together

Sleep in your workout shed in the backyard

Optional Rules:

Remarry your ex-spouse

Reach level 5 of the handiness skill

GENERATION FOUR ✿

Although you and your siblings were loved by your parents, the living situation after their divorce was not ideal. Because of that, you vowed to never get married. You head off to university immediately after graduation and start on your path toward success.

Traits: Ambitious, Noncommittal, Genius

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy OR Academic

Career: Business OR Politics

Starting Out: Enroll in University and move into a dorm

Rules:

Max the research and debate skill, and the logic skill

Reach the top of your career

Get the best possible grades throughout your life

Have at least two romantic relationships at all times…you are never faithful to one sim

Have two kids with two different partners

(Hesitantly) become official with one of your flings and move in together

When your partner proposes, reject them and have them move out

Go on a post-breakup trip with your kids to Sulani

Rarely discipline your children. In fact, rarely interact with them

Optional Rules:

Never retire

Move at least three times

GENERATION FIVE ✿

Growing up, your parent was pretty distant and you never had a great relationship with them. They were always working, talking about work, or spending time with their significant others. One of your favorite memories of your childhood was your trip to Sulani. You and your sibling decide to move out together and live there permanently. It’s rough living in a new place with limited funds, but the two of you have some creative solutions.

Traits: Loyal, Bro, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Criminal

Starting Out: Move into a small house in Sulani with your sibling. 

Rules: 

Max the charisma skill

Reach the top of your career

Earn money from the criminal career, stealing and pickpocketing 

Always maintain a close relationship with your sibling (who can also follow in your criminal footsteps, or work part time / odd jobs instead)

Throw parties regularly and pickpocket the whole time

Have a rivalry with another criminal that turns into love at some point 

Your sibling eventually moves out…and your partner moves in!

Have one child

Have a super tacky over the top wedding

Optional Rules:

 Max the mischief skill

(If you have this mod, you can pickpocket when your sim is younger! If you have Basemental you can also become a dealer to make money. If you have this mod, I recommend using the enemies to lovers interactions!)

And that’s all for now! I’m breaking this up into two parts, so the next five generations will be coming sometime (fairly) soon!

[animasola86]

🔥 KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST

NOTES: This year, I'll keep it strictly no fandom, but I'll try my hands at teratophilia/monster fucking to keep it interesting! Also I wanna go back to reader-insert to switch it up again.

If you enjoy smut between humans, please take a look at my original fiction and my smut drabbles.

And now, please have a list of my Kinktober 2024 submissions! 🔥

🐇 Down the Rabbit('s) Hole(s)

m!vampire x f!reader (words: 11k)

Prompts: petplay, group sex, abduction, vampires, f/m

Summary: Waking up in a cage, you find yourself face to face with a strange but handsome man, who puts a leash on you and introduces you to his two friends... they seem most delighted about their new pet, you, on the other hand, not so much, but maybe you can be convinced.

Additional Tags: explicit sexual content, dubcon, mind control, cages/collars, size difference, oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, biting

Read on here, on AO3 or on Literotica

🐺 A Filling Experience

knotting!dildo x f!reader (words: 9.8k)

Prompts: masturbation, sex toys, knotting

Summary: When you ordered this fantasy dildo, you were sure you picked a smaller size, but now that it's here, ready to be tested out, you can't fight its allure for long.

Additional Tags: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, creampies, breeding, mating, possessed object

Read on here or on AO3

😈 Fork-Tongued Lover

m!demon x f!reader (words: 7.1k)

Prompts: demons, manipulation, anal play

Summary: Your boyfriend is a demon, and while you're not quite sure how that came to be, you are all in now - as he is all into you, literally, using his demonic powers to stretch your body to its limits until he can poke at your soul, eager to devour it (and you) whole.

Additional Tags: explicit sexual content, somnophilia, oral/vaginal/anal sex, cockwarming, deepthroating, deep penetration, overstimulation

Read on here or on AO3

🦑 A Special Little Toy

sentient!squid x f!reader (words: 1.2k)

Prompts: tentacles

Summary: One month ago, you found a little creature while skinny-dipping (or maybe it found you?). You took it in (quite literally) as your little pet, and this is how you nurture it.

Additional tags: explicit sexual content, assisted masturbation, double penetration, sentient sex toy, mirror sex, "object" insertion

Read on here

🎃 A Night to Remember (tumblr/AO3)

misc!monsters x f!reader (words: 1.5k)

Choose your own adventure smut series (part 1 of 6)! Can be read in succession or by choosing one of three options!

Summary: You are invited to a Halloween party in a mysterious house, promising a night full of surprises. Are you ready for this adventure?

First option (part 2 of 6)

👻 A Knife to Remember (tumblr/AO3)

ghostface x f!reader (words: 3.8k)

Prompts: masks/costumes, knife kink/knife play, anonymous sex

Second option (part 3 of 6)

🟩 A Shot to Remember (tumblr/AO3)

slime x f!reader (words: 2.8k)

Prompts: slime, tentacles, aphrodisiacs, triple penetration

Third option (part 4 of 6)

🐺 A Knot to Remember (tumblr/AO3)

m!werewolf x f!reader (words: 7.6k)

Prompts: werewolves, knotting, breeding

(part 5 of 6)

🦇 Fangs to Remember (tumblr/AO3)

m!vampires x f!reader (words: 3.6k)

Prompts: vampires, spitroasting, noncon, blood drinking

(part 6 of 6)

🐻 A Hug to Remember (tumblr/AO3)

m!shapeshifter x f!reader (words: 7.1k)

Prompts: aftercare, creampies, cockwarming

BONUS 1

🏚️ The House (tumblr/AO3)

misc!monsters x f!reader (words: 2.7k)

BONUS 2

🫦 The Marking (tumblr/AO3)

m!werewolf x f!reader (words: ?k)

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

[hillbillyoracle]

Preparing for a Winter Storm

I thought I'd share what I'm doing to prepare for the winter storm that's supposed to blow through on Sunday evening into Monday morning in case it's helpful to anyone. I know a few people got a lot out of my post on tornados and the first winter storm I went through on my own really rattled me so I hope it helps someone.

This wound up being longer than I thought it would be so TL;DR is stay warm, stock up on foods that don't require cooking, know when and how to bail.

The Challenges

Snow and ice cause different but related problems. The ice totals are what look more nasty for my particular area so that's what I'll be focusing on.

With ice there's some key issues I've experienced in the past:

Power Outages - this impacts all aspects of the home, lighting, cooking, hot air, hot water, communication, etc.

Cell Phone Outages - this can make getting help in an emergency very difficult, can make it difficult to search for information you need as well

Pipes Freeze and Burst - pretty self explanatory and also hell

Damage to Cars - tree limbs falling on it, ice can build up and cause issues if there are gaps that allow it to get into internal components, can cause damage to gas lines, driving in hazardous conditions can lead to a wreck, etc.

Trees Falling - Can fall on house, power lines, car, people, etc.

Power Outage Prep

Food

Stock up on foods that don't require any cooking at all. Try to get 3 days worth. I'm getting things like crackers, chips, Bobo's PB&Js, dried fruit, fruit pouches, and peanut butter. You might consider trail mix, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, clementines, etc.

Get paper plates and plastic utensils if you'll be using a back up cooking method. Cleaning becomes infinitely more onerous in a winter storm so it's best to limit it. I'll be using my rice cooker plugged into my Jackery as a backup cooking method. Back up to the backup is an alcohol stove - which you might be able to find for pretty cheap at a camping store. Propane camp stoves are another good option you can find in most Walmarts.

Have a plan for your fridge and freezer. People not infrequently wind up with food poisoning after a power outage because they try to eat food in their fridges and freezers that they shouldn't. USDA recommends you discard all food in the fridge if the power is off for more then 4 hours - this is with not opening the door. For you freezer, the recommendation is 48 hours (for a full freezer). If the temperatures allow for it, you can place your frozen goods outside.

Heat

Layer, layer, layer. Find all the warm clothes in your wardrobe and be prepared to layer up. Socks and hats are particularly important. You do not want to sweat though! If you start sweating take something off.

Blankets galore. Make sure you've got plenty of blankets. If you've got a decent sleeping bag, even better. You can use sheets to help trap a little more air around you like a tent.

Know the signs of cold exposure and know when to call for help. Cold exposure involves more than I can get into here but it's one of those things that can kill very quickly and in a way where people are often too far gone before they notice. Basically if you are cold and having trouble staying awake - call for help.

Know where your local shelters will be. Emergency departments often put this information out on Facebook and Twitter. You can also call the non-emergency line and ask in most places. Keep in mind many won't accept pets.

Grab a spare heater if you can and know how to use it safely. I live in an area where woodstoves are common but my place doesn't have one (yet) so I have a propane heater (you can grab small ones for apartments even). If you have a spare heater, be sure to grab fuel if you're able (tends to go fast). I also have an air quality detector which is extremely important. A lot of ice storm deaths are from people dying of monoxide (and similar) poisoning.

Hot water bottles are a godsend. If you live in an area with propane for hot water, then you'll likely still have it if the power goes out. When I was younger we got through 8 days of no power in the middle of winter in part because of hot water bottles specifically. They're so handy.

Keep a fire extinguisher handy. Even if you're not using a heater honestly.

Power

Charge batteries and battery banks. Pretty self explanatory. If you're able to grab even a cheap back up battery, I would. So many people in past ice storms sat on their phones, drained it of battery, then didn't have it to call for help when they needed it. Even a small boost could be good in an emergency.

Know where your electrical box is. Sometimes power outages can cause issues with breakers. Know where it is in case you need to turn things off or back on.

Have a radio. I mention this all the time. With no power your radio is your lifeline to public emergency broadcasts, weather forecasts, and locating resources. Get a radio. A cheap one is better than nothing.

Lighting

Charge flashlights. One thing a lot of people don't realize about power outages in winter is just how much we've come to rely on artificial light. Have backups to your back ups if possible. They're a safety tool.

Consider a solar light. My solar lantern has saved my ass so many times not it's not even funny. They tend to be very energy efficient - so easy to recharge off of a battery bank - but the you have the option of charging them slowly in the sun you get during the day.

Turn a small light into a lantern. I've used this trick so many times I almost forgot to include this. If you need to take a small light and make it more of an area light, fill a bottle (ideally plastic and 1L+) with water and place the light right on the bottle. This works great for headlamps especially. It'll cast the light like a lamp instead of focusing it on one area, making it easier to do chores and play games in the dark.

Chores to do before the storm:

Laundry

Shower

Dishes

Take out trash

Cell Phone/Internet Outage Prep

Write down important numbers somewhere that isn't your phone or laptop. If you run out of power on either, you still might be able to borrow someone else's phone and call.

If you're unfamiliar with your area, print or buy a map. In the event you need to leave, you need to know your way around enough to get where you're going.

If you have a ham radio license and gear, make sure it's charged and has local repeaters programmed in. Check to see if any will be running any weather nets you can monitor. If you don't have a license, you are technically allowed to transmit if you're experiencing a true emergency so if you have access to that gear also make sure it's charged and you have an idea of how you'd do that.

When the power goes out, use the phone as a phone only. Something I see every ice storm ever since smart phones took over, is people having nothing to do so they sit on their phones and drain it of battery. Or everyone overloads the cell towers and they go down. I am begging you, please, if the power goes out, do not use your phone for anything other than calling for help or checking in with neighbors and loved ones (once or twice a day).

Create an entertainment box. Grab an box. Put in things you can do with absolutely zero power. I recommend playing cards, puzzles, board games, books you might want to read, art supplies, TTRPG (there are solo ones). This way when you start to get the itch to check your phone, you know where to look instead. I know it seems simple but having it prepped ahead of time saves you a lot of brainpower (believe me).

Water + Pipes Freezing Prep

Leave facets dripping and cabinet doors open. Vital you do both. They help prevent your pipes from freezing and bursting.

Find out where your water shut off is. I just found out mine is underneath my house in the crawl space - hurrah for me. Most apartments have much more easily accessible shut offs. Even if you're not certain you can shut it off yourself, know where it is so you can save time and direct someone who can. In the event a pipe bursts, shut the water off immediately and do not turn on water in the house until a professional can service it.

Find a number of a well reviewed plumber (or two) ahead of time. Sometimes cell service and internet goes out. Consider having these written down somewhere other than your phone or computer ahead of time.

Find out how you can flush your toilet with no power. Most people can add water to the back of the tank and still flush. So if you still have water you're good. Some places require a pump that runs on electricity. So find out beforehand. During power outages my family adopts the "if it's yellow, let it mellow, if it's brown, send it down" toilet rule to conserve water.

Consider grabbing a backup toilet option. I keep a five gallon bucket and extra trash bags for just such an occasion (and some cedar chips to help with smell but it's not strictly speaking necessary). Separating liquids from solids also helps with smell. I do this because if a pipe bursts, there's a good shot you won't be able to use your toilet any more. This is also important if your toilet runs on an electric pump and the power goes out.

Damage to Cars

Keep your car filled up to at least a half a tank. This protects the fuel lines and gives you enough gas to get out if you need to.

If you'll be traveling during the storm, make sure you have a winter car kit in the vehicle and know how to flag for help if you get stranded. It's beyond what I can cover here but there are a ton of great articles out there.

Check your levels and make sure nothing is running too low.

Have the number of your mechanic written down somewhere that's not your phone or laptop. Pretty self explanatory.

Trees Falling

I'm gonna be honest, I don't have a lot for this one given my disabilities. I have a plan with my neighbors who are in a better position to use it. You could consider grabbing some extra tarps in the event that you need to cover a window that gets damaged or similar. Basically, just have an idea of where your most vulnerable trees are and keep an ear out for them as the storm progresses.

Hope these spark some ideas for how to prep and stay safe out there!

[kyufessions]

sweetheart

synopsis: your annoying neighbor bothers you yet again

pairings: neighbor! eric x afab! reader

genre: smut, 18+

request: “open your mouth” + “why so shy?”

word count: 2.2k

warnings: spitting, oral (f. receiving), making out, playful teasing, pet name (sweet heart), lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i’m writing this half asleep so it’s not proofread whatsoever,, oopsies

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @haechansbbg

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

Only if everyone knew. Only if everyone knew that the boy next door you always swore annoyed you to your very core since you had first moved in over ten years ago, would meet you in your old tree house that stood between both of your houses at ungodly hours. With what started as another night wanting to get away from one of your family’s parties, turned into heated makeout sessions that led to what anyone would imagine.

Throughout the years, your father had been kind enough to re-do the treehouse. Seeing as you still adored it, he re-vamped it to make it seem more private and to your liking since you were now in your early 20’s. There was even a small makeshift door and small windows with curtains that you often kept closed- it was your favorite place to get away from madness when your room wasn’t cutting it. That was- until one spring night.

You had been in your treehouse reading a new novel you had bought at your local barnes and nobles, your lamp on and one of curtains slightly open to enjoy the slight breeze. Tonight your parents had some guests over from work, their conversations and jazzy background music being too loud for your liking. So you quietly made your way to your treehouse and enjoying your time alone until you heard some rocks being thrown at the door. Groaning, you ignored the disturbance. You knew exactly who it was and you did not want to deal with him tonight. One more rock, two, even three more were thrown. Thats when you stood up and fully opened up the half drawn curtain, looking down to see the annoying boy next door.

He stood there with his devilish grin, wearing a white tank and his baseball varsity jacket from the college he attended. He waved hello as soon as he saw you looking down at him, catching a glimpse of you from the limited lighting. “What do you want eric?” you shouted down, making sure your voice was only able to be heard between you both and not to disrupt what was happening inside your home.

He shrugged, his grin never fading. “I’m bored.” as you rolled your eyes and started to pull back down the curtain, he yelled back out to you. “Wait!”

You shushed him right away, his voice too loud for your liking. As you motion for him to come up the wooden ladder, he does as instructed and you watch as he climbs up halfway before you stop him with your words. “What do you want?” you ask again, annoyance stringing through your voice.

His lips form another shit eating grin. “I’m bored and saw the light on.”

“Find someone else to bother.” you start to close the door but see his hand stop it from closing.

Before you can begin to speak up again, eric decides to first. “Come on, i’ll stay in the corner and let you do your own thing. I won’t bother you. I just don’t want to be in my house right now and am grounded from using my car.”

“Is no an option?” you ask him with a puff. With a swift shake of his head, you open the door fully and allow him inside.

He looks around in amazement at the fairy lights and overall set up, noticing how you plop back on the mini couch you have set up in the corner. His eyes scan over a small drawer with a chipped paint job, old drawings and paintings hanging throughout that’s barely holding on with tape and some nails. There are some obvious new items hanging about and some older ones, and he quietly takes note of that as he walks around to inspect. As he does so, you occasionally glance at him to make sure hes not touching anything he isn’t supposed to. After a little more snooping, he takes a seat on the floor and starts aimlessly scrolling through his phone while you continue to read your novel.

Minutes pass in pure silence- nothing but the occasional hoot from a faraway owl and the distanced sound of jazz music from your home below. That was, until eric opened tiktok. His volume was louder than necessary, his laughter echoing in your ears. You try to continue your reading, trying to be the nice guy. But it felt as if each tiktok he watched just made him laugh harder than the last. You make a mental note of the page you stop on before closing your book and looking over at him, your face blank with irritation.

“If you’re going to be in here, can you at least quiet down? I’m trying to read my book.” your eyes finally meet and he just chuckles, getting up off the floor and walking over towards you.

“What’re you reading anyway?”

You clear your throat before speaking as he inches closer, trying to keep your book close to hide it from him. “None of your business, just please keep it down.”

Eric notices you trying to keep the book from him and as he steps closer he tries reaching for it but failing as you hold it closer to you. He scoffs, trying to reach for it again. “Why so shy about it, huh?” his tone is playful, his eyes beaming with curiosity as he tries to sneak a peek of the cover. You try moving your body to hide it from him but as you’re squirming, he snatches up the book and examines the cover. A small laugh leaves his lips as he notices the explicit cover, your face turning a slight shade of pink as he then reads the first page that started off juicy. When he looks down at you, your cheeks are now red and your eyes wide. “This is the shit you read?”

You stand up and grab the book back from his hands, or at least attempt to before he raises it above your head with a smirk. The height difference between you both wasn’t much, but the fact he was also wearing grey sweats right now didn’t really help the burning sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. To say eric was ugly would be the biggest lie- you actually found him quite attractive. He was just annoying and pestered you often, but he was quite handsome. As his hand was held above you, your book in his hand, you can notice his peaking bicep from under his varsity jacket.

Your silence and wandering eyes failed you as eric took note of this. “Checking me out, huh?”

As you're snapped out of your daze by his words, you jump up and grab the book from his hand successfully and try to move around him to leave but fail. Although your treehouse is spacious, it’s not the biggest either. So now you’re backed into a corner by the hot annoying neighbor who just found out you read smut. Cool. you just sit down on the small couch, puffing in annoyance in an attempt to hide how flustered you’ve become.

“No i’m not.”

His index and middle finger tap the right side of your cheek, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your red cheeks say otherwise, sweetheart.”

Normally you'd swat away his hand, but as you looked in his eyes you felt the air catch in your throat. You felt as if time had stopped due to the close proximity you both were in. the little nickname that normally bothered you made your stomach churn with butterflies, your hands gripping your book tighter.

you tried to hide it once more, trying to keep your tone high and mighty. “don’t call me sweetheart.”

“then try to act like you don’t like it and maybe i will.” eric then squats so he’s now eye level with you, his fingers tracing from your cheek all the way down your neck and to your shoulder ever so gracefully as he does so. your eyes just watch him, unsure of what this feeling is that’s come over you. his head tilts, his face amused by this. “does mommy and daddy know you read smut all up here by yourself?”

eric had always seen you as this goody-two-shoes; mommy and daddy’s most prized possession who always got fantastic grades and went to one of the best colleges the states had to offer. throughout the past ten years, he had always seen you achieve the highest possible grades with honors just to seek your parents approval. never brought over a guy, your nose always buried in a book whether it be for your studies or for fun. he also noticed how your hair never failed to be done perfectly, different colored bows or hair accessories to match your dress or skirt. you always had to present the world with this perfect image of you, and he was just so curious to get to know you deeper than this facade you try to sell everyone you come across.

he watches you shake your head, no words being spoken as you seem choked up. your eyes sparkle under the dimly lit fairy lights as they glare at him, causing him to chuckle lowly yet again. “what if they found out?”

“don’t you fucking dare eric sohn-“

“ah ah,” he slips the book from your hands, placing it beside you. “why don’t we put page one to the test?”

your eyes widen, eyebrows raising. “e-excuse me?”

eric slips off his varsity jacket, tossing it on top of your book. “i skimmed the page over. doesn’t ellen get eaten out, or am i mistaken?” you’re left speechless, yet your face continues to redden all over. eric has thought about this for years but never thought this day would come, only in his wildest of dreams.

eric stands up a little bit to hover over you, lifting your chin and leaning down to rest his forehead against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. his hair is messy, probably from the baseball practice he had earlier in the day. your lips are inches from his, yet not a word can be spoken as you’re just in shock.

“all you have to do is tell me to stop and i will.” is all eric whispers before placing his lips on yours.

both of your lips move in sync with one another, his fitting perfectly on yours. his hand moves from your shoulder to your cheek, his entire palm cupping it and his fingers placing themselves on the nape of your neck. his touch sends shivers down your spine, his fingertips delicate and careful. his other hand moves to your left thigh, starting to spread it apart from your right one. but you don’t stop him, something within you tells you to allow him. as he bites down on your bottom lip, his hand on your thigh travels to the inner part and stops near your panties. his fingertips graze your folds, the lace material feeling good against his skin.

the sound of your whimper against his lips makes his blood rush, separating his lips from yours. for a few moments he just stares down at you, taking in the view of your wide innocent eyes and puffy pink lips. “fuck you’re so pretty, you know that?”

eric then gets on his knees in front of you, and you watch as he slips off your white silk pleated skirt and stare at your pussy in awe. “all wet for me already, sweetheart?” you bite your lower lip as you watch him, arching your back against the wall at the nickname.

his fingers push the fabric aside, the fingertips grading your folds ever so slightly to take in the beauty for a second. he grins up at you before slipping in one finger, earning a gasp from you. eric starts slow, pumping in and out of you teasingly. he just stares up at you the whole time, taking in the beauty of your reactions. he watches your hand involuntarily reach for his hair, tugging on it once he picks up the pace out of satisfaction. you let out quiet moans as he slips in a second finger, not wanting anyone to potentially hear anything happening up in the treehouse.

after a few moments of his second finger, he puts his mouth to your clit. with this sudden movement you throw your head back, starting to grind against his face. eric takes in every movement you make, enjoying how you use him for your advantage to release. his fingers continue pumping in and out of you at a consistent pace, his tongue occasionally moving in and out of your hole as his lips continue to satisfy you. as your breathing pattern picks up and your legs begin shaking, he knew it was only a few seconds before you climaxed.

once you did, you let out a loud moan and eric took in every juice you offered to him. he begins licking you up, cleaning you up the only way he’s currently able to. he then leans up, grabbing you by the cheek and staring down at your tired face.

“open your mouth, baby.” he murmurs. you do as instructed, allowing him to spit in your mouth. you watch him through half-lidded eyes, smirking as you take in the taste he offers you.

and that’s the night where it all started, your friends with benefits relationship with your annoying neighbor.

[buckybarnesevents]

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1 June 1st - June 7th | “Louder, let everyone hear you.” | [Screaming/Noisy Sex | Gangbang | Exhibiotionism]

2 June 8th - June 14th | “What should I call you?” | [Master | Alpha | Pet] 

3 June 15th - June 21st | “Really? Here?!” | [Someone Else’s House | Public Bathroom | Mile High Club]

4 June 22nd - June 28th | FREE WEEK | [Optional prompts: “A” - Anal Hook, Acarophilia,  Age Play]

5 June 29th - July 5th | “We’re…” | [Friends with Benefits | Exes | Enemies to Lovers]

6 July 6th - July 12th | “I won’t be able to stop myself.” | [Sex Pollen | Gone Feral | Fuck or Die] 

7 July 13th - July 19th | “Put this on for me.” | [Blindfolds | Cock Cage | Collars]

8 July 20th - July 26th |  “Maybe this'll help you relax” | [Hot Bath | Another Drink | Cockwarming]

9 July 27th - August 2nd | FREE WEEK | Optional Prompts: “W” - Wax Play, Watersports, WAM (Wet & Messy), Weapon Play]

10 August 3rd - August 9th | “Shhhhhhhhh…” | [Gagged | Voyeurism | Somnophilia]

11 August 10th - August 16th | “You look good like this.”| [Kneeling | Tied Down | Ruined]

12 August 17th - August 23rd | “What should I wear?” | [Lingerie | Chastity Belt | Nothing] 

13 August 24th - August 30th | FREE WEEK | [Optional Prompts: “M” - (Mutual) Masturbation, Masochism, Medical Play]

[actuallysaiyan]

Run Rabbit Run(All Might x Fem!Reader)

warnings: primal kink, yandere themes, slight violence, use of a safe word, blood, pet names(bunny, little one), suggestive/smutty themes, chasing word count: 1.1k pairings: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: you used to see him as a hero, now that he's chasing after you...how can you see him in that same light? the minute he says the safe word, it's all over. dividers by @adornedwithlight

“You’ve got nowhere left to run, little bunny.” His voice is booming, even when he’s trying to be quiet.

You tremble as you try to hide from him. You have no idea how he managed to get inside the house anyway. The darkness of the shadows around his eyes only seems to make the glow of his piercing blue eyes more intense. 

“Don’t hide from your hero, little bunny.”

You look around for an escape. The man was hulking in size. There was no way you could fight your way out of this one, even if you tried to use your quirk. There’s few options you have now. You only have the idea to try and run into the kitchen.

With those thoughts, you make a mad dash for the doorway into the kitchen. Before you can even make it past the doorway, you feel yourself being hoisted into the air. You gasp as All Might slams you into the wall. He’s smirking as he pins you there.

“Awhh did you really think you could get away from me? Hahaha! No, I’m here now and I’ll make everything all better.”

His kiss is bruising. You want to push him off. Your brain is screaming at you to just push him off, throw yourself to the ground and crawl away. But there’s a need pooling in your tummy and you already feel shameful for even thinking about how it might feel for him to fuck you.

“I can practically hear your heart racing, little bunny.” He grunts as he pulls away from the kiss. “Do I excite you this much?”

“N-no!”

You manage to push yourself off of him; just a moment of weakness for him. You crawl away the minute your ass hits the ground. The way he’s just towering over you, his muscles bulging in his costume.

In a moment of panic, you throw open the door to the basement and practically shove your way down there. You know you’ll end up in bruises, but it’ll be worth it when you finally get away from this dangerous man.

It used to be when you thought of All Might, your mind would be filled with visions with him saving people and heroic acts. But now, you know how far his love can go. You know how much he can take it past the limit.

“Hahaha! Did you really think you could hide?”

His steps are approaching you. The minute he’s in front of you, he picks you up in his arms. You almost feel at ease, if it weren’t for the fact that he was going to make you his and only his. He had his sights set on you for so long, and now he was going to show you how you belonged to only him.

All Might pulls you into another bruising kiss. His tongue penetrates your lips, making you moan again. He keeps thinking that if you hate this so much and if you’re so afraid of him, you’re showing it in such a funny way. He carries you up the stairs, closing the door with his foot.

“You can never run and hide forever, little one. I’ll always know where to find you.”

You feel your heart beginning to race even more. You feel so small in his arms. You’d always feel that way, considering just how strong he is. He grins as he notices the fear in your arms. As he makes his way upstairs towards your bedroom, you notice how he’s having a hard time not just taking you up against the wall.

“Do you have any idea how much you drive me insane, little one?” He asks, his voice raspy.

You shake your head. “D-don’t mean to.”

He presses his body up against yours as he keeps you pinned to the wall. You feel his erection grinding against you as he begins to nip at the tender flesh of your neck. You can’t help but moan as his teeth graze against your throat.

Within seconds, you’re being thrown onto the bed in your own bedroom. Your eyes widen when you see him in the doorway. Your biggest fears have come true. He marches into the bedroom, slamming the door closed. You watch as he winces for a moment, but then he turns his attention to you.

The bed creaks under his weight. There’s a low growl that comes from him as he leans in to kiss you once more. Then your wrists are pinned above your head, before he growls in your ear.

“Looks like your trapped, little bunny,”

When you look up at him again, you notice something is different. There’s an uncertainty written all over his face. Your heart aches for him. He’s about to lean in again but then you hear him say one word.

“D-donut!”

Your eyes widen when you hear the word tumbling from his lips. The big man on top of you lets go of your wrists. You notice he’s almost about to cry. You get up on your knees and you crawl over to him.

“Toshi, are you okay?” You ask, making sure not to touch him just yet. He can get overwhelmed sometimes.

He nods his head, sniffling just a bit as a few tears roll down his cheeks. “Y-yeah, I just got way too into this. I was scared I was going to really hurt you.”

You notice he’s shaking. This big man is shaking because he got too much into the roleplay you were doing. He then looks at you and he opens his arms.

“C-can you just hold me right now?”

You nod and rush over, nuzzling your face in his chest. He’s gentle with his touches as he wraps his arms around you. You hum softly as he pulls you in even closer. Suddenly, there’s steam as he shifts back into his true form. He hiccups and you hear him coughing.

You reach for the tissues on the bedside table, wiping up the blood coming from his mouth. He blushes as you take good care of him. Then you help him lay down on the bed, pulling the blankets up over him. Then you slide under the covers with him.

As you rest your head on his chest, he starts to feel better. He had been the one to bring up the idea of this roleplay, but something about it just made him even more uneasy. He doesn’t blame you for anything. 

“Toshi, I love you. I’m never scared of you.”

His heart swells with love. He wraps his arms around you even more, pulling you as close as he can. He presses soft kisses to the top of your head.

“I love you too. Thank you for being here with me.”

You look up at him and smile. “Of course.”

You play with his hair, talking to him about mundane things about your day. The way you make him feel at ease without difficulty is so beautiful. He’ll never be ungrateful for having you in his life.

And when you both drift off, you know that things will be okay once more…

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[spiceywawa]

@boolger <-

I couldn't help myself and had to try doing this shite again and write my little idea inspired heavily? by their fic.

Kitty♡

Current -> Next

John price moved from the city and bought a farm with all the works. Cows, pigs, chickens, etc. He previously considered getting a hybrid kitten along his other hybrids but never did due to living deep in the city with not a lot of room. After his abrupt retirement, John decided why not to help make the farming/food industry just a little better.

He decided to start his farm, and funny enough, the farm came with its own kitty hybrid. A beautiful stone Grey short haired kitty that took care of rodents and smaller predators. Kitty would laze wherever they pleased and previously had the freedom to come and go around the property and house as they saw fit.

John never minded them, and on the listing for the farm, the hybrid was in the description as a poor kitty that was left behind. It took quite a bit of time to get the skittish kitty used to him and even let him close enough to smell him. It's not entirely surprising the cautious and skeptical looks kitty gives him because while their owner left kitty, and the seller forgot to mention the many working hybrid dogs they owned went with them Abandoning poor kitty, leaving them all alone with not one to cuddle with at night.

Sweet farm kitty hybrid only met John price at first, but little did they know John had his own three dog hybrids. All retired from military after many years of admirable service. Before John thought you were ready to meet his three boys, he set up your own room and safe spots around the giant farmhouse. Giving you your own designated space when you decided to stay in the house with him. Of course, at some point, when john gently lured you into your new room, it was somewhat of a shit show. You went as far as deciding using the window to the roof to come in, and out of the house was a better option than using the actual doors.

You eventually settled and decided the room was better than the hay loft and tried out being a couch potato. When you quietly and cautiously joined John on the new couch for the first time, he immediately froze to not deter you from approaching him. He watched you out of his peripheral lay next to him, resting your head on his thigh. Only when you relaxed and began quietly purring did he attempt to stroke your head, petting your fuzzy ears watching them flick at his gentle touch. After that encounter and many positive moments, john decided it was time to bring the boys home for good.

The boys often dog piled in John's room, so separate rooms for them were pretty much unnecessary unless they asked for it. They had freedom to roam and wouldnt be allowed in your room without permission, he doubted you would so he would make sure the boys knew if was off limits until otherwise said. But considering they had all the space they needed and john has the biggest room and bathroom amenities in the house, the boys had their own section of the room, including a corner cubby with their stuff and combined beds.

Of course, after being out of a strict military environment for so long the moment the boys arrived when they got a whiff of your scent, johnny and gaz scattered trying to find you and simon ended up chasing after johnny trying to get him to quit it. Gaz beat johnny to the punch, chasing you up above the fridge on top of the cabinets. He was leaning against the fridge, wagging his tail sniffing the air, trying to get closer to you, curiosity and excitement emanating from him. When johnny heard the commotion, he wriggled away from simons grip toward gaz. John yelled stop, and all his hybrids looked at him.

You were less amused than the three behemoths before you. Johnny and gaz both whined, saying they only wanted to meet their new friend, and simon was glaring at the two having more self-control of his instincts and curiosity. John cringed at the poor first introduction. The low growl in your throat brought everyone's attention back to you. John shooed the three away simon, grabbing the two by their harnesses being the most dominant out of the three.

You glared at John as he began trying to coax you in getting down. "It's alright, my pretty girl. You're ok. Those two aren't gonna get ya, I promise." He coos at you. In John's defense, he told the three to behave simon was indifferent, but gaz and johnny were the ones he was worried about. You watch him with your ears pinned down and tail flicking rapidly in annoyance as he is trying to get you down with treats and your favorite toy your, very first toy ever. But you don't budge for a solid 20 minutes. "Come on, sweet kitty, there are all a bunch of big ol teddy bears they aren't gonna hurt ya." He says to you, running his finger down the bridge of your nose as you won't let him pet you.

Johnny and Gaz are sitting a few feet away patiently waiting for you to come down and allow them to scent you and say hello, their tails swishing excitedly behind them. They are all definitely German Shepard or a mix of one you can see that much, and they are all ridiculously large compared to you.

Simon is standing next to John, watching you with a curious expression. You eye him, taking in his scared face and equally battered fuzzy ears nestles in blond hair. Much to everyone's surprise, simon reaches up and grabs you gently, taking you off the fridge and into his big arms. You freeze from shock as simon settles you against his chest, holding you with one arm. You latch onto him to prevent yourself from falling, watching his face suspiciously.

Simon traces the scars on your face and arms from fending of other critters around the farm. "That's simon Kitty." John says, trying not to laugh as your frozen form clutches to simon. You frown as johnny and Gaz laugh, simons low chuckle vibrating through you. "You're a stubborn little thing." Simon says as he sits down next to the other two, positioning you in his lap, keeping a protective distance from gaz and johnny.

His tail swishes behind him as you let him hold you, unsure if you're gonna bolt or stay. You settle to johns surprise, holding onto simons arm, watching the other two scoot closer. You did miss your pack mates, so you tolerated the curiosity for a bit unsure if this was even gonna be permanent. Simon watches gaz close as he scents you first, seeing as he did find you first. He sniffs for a bit, his nose gently bumping your chin as he sniffs higherup your neck, simon lets out a low growl, telling gaz that's enough. Johnny takes that as his cue that it's his turn and bounds in face first into your neck. Simon reaches for johnny, pulling him away. "Careful with the lil thing, johnny. Don't wanna break em do you?" He shakes his head rapidly tail going a mile a minute. John chimes in watching this interaction unfold. "Gentle boys." He says, watching your face for any discomfort.

The only feeling you have is confusion. Have they never seen a cat hybrid before? And why are you letting them so close so quickly?

Simon lets Johnny's scruff go, and he gently smells you for a bit. Then simon tells them you're done, and it's his turn. He breathes in your scent, enjoying the sweet, subtle scent holding you closer

You sigh, giving up, seeing as much simon claimed you technically it seems they all did, and this is your life now. It doesn't seem so bad, really, you could get used to this.

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as much as you tried convincing yourself and your friends that you were over chaewon, you longed for her presence as the days passed. anyone would understand chaewons anger, but only chaewon would stay not admit her wrongs. as much as you deserved an apology from her, you couldn’t handle not speaking, so apologizing first seemed like the only option at this point.

you had to gain confidence in yourself before leaving the house; petting your dog goodbye, flowers in hand and a sad excuse of home made cookies you made the night before. you remember the moment it all went wrong:

“lily can you please crack the eggs for me?” you said as you washed a pan

“yeah how many?” lily replied, cracking eggs faster than you ever could

“i think the box said 3?”

“oh” lily stops in her tracks as the yolk of the 5th eggs falls into the batter

you could feel your stomach turn as you stepped outside, seeing chaewons house grow with each step you took. the familiar feeling of nervousness striking back into you when you first visited her. you could still see parts of broken vases on the floor of her porch, you still can’t wrap your head around the fact your small dog caused this much destruction. you clear your throat and wipe the slight sensation of tears you felt on your water line. but before you could knock on the door, chaewon opens.

you two are left looking at each other, in shock you take a step back, dismissing the fact of the limited space between you two. you can tell chaewon considered closing the door on you based on the door slightly moving but she held back, for the better.

“oh hey? can i help you?” chaewon clears her throat.

“oh no, well i just got you these flowers as a way of saying sorry” you hand chaewon the flowers she could keep inside and motion to some of the potted plants you had placed on the ground.

“oh thank you, i was just about to go knock on your door” she looks down at the flowers.

an uncomfortable silence fills the space between. you can’t help but wonder when she will give you the stuff in her hands.

“yn i’m sorry for lashing out on you, i um-“

“no no i totally get it, i would be mad too-“

“no what i did was wrong! you didn’t deserve all that- here!” chaewon sets aside the stuff she had in her arms and hands you a small basket with a note on top.

“read the note first” she looks to the side to appear nonchalant.

you began reading but couldn’t focus over chaewons speaking:

“i’m not the best with apologies so that’s why it took me so long but i really missed you and i can promise you this won’t happen again”

looking up from reading you’re met with an embarrassed looking chaewon in front of you.

“can you forgive me?”

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[fangirlwriting-stories]

From Beginning to End of Time

Summary: “Then it’s a deal!  From the beginning to the end of time!”

In which Ford is even less careful with his words, and it gives Bill one more tool to use.

Author's Note: This one came to me in a nightmare! Mind the trigger warnings!

…

This time, when Ford collapses, Bill doesn’t take over right away.

Mostly because he’s frustrated.  He’s tried so many things to get Ford to open the portal.  Direct threats, physical punishment, psychological punishment, humiliation.  Nothing’s working!  Too much more of living like this, and his pet might not make it.  Human bodies are ridiculously fragile and finicky.  Ford is only able to go around a week without sleep before he collapses from exhaustion, and that’s at his best.  Ford hasn’t been at his best in a while.

Clearly, Bill needs to try another strategy.  So when Ford first passes out, Bill camps out in his memories first, scrolling them past him, looking for anything Ford is particularly scared of.  Bill doesn’t have a ton of access to the thing he’s really thinking about, which is that someone he cares about will get hurt as a result of his actions.  Ford doesn’t know anyone in Gravity Falls besides Specs, and Specs will run the second he spots Ford’s body.  Bill would have been able to catch him a few weeks ago, but he can’t make Ford’s legs run very fast anymore.  So, that’s out.

Ford has plenty of fucked up ideas for things Bill could do to him physically, but there’s a limit to what Bill can do if he doesn’t want to permanently damage Ford’s skin suit to the point where neither of them can work on the portal, and Ford hasn’t seemed to put that together.  Meaning that the things Ford is dreaming up are far worse, and nothing Bill can do will surprise him.  Not physically, at least.

There’s plenty of psychological stuff he can try, but play around too much and the nerd could fully go insane, and what use would he be to Bill then?  Plus, he’d be boring.  This relationship works better when Bill is the insane one, and Ford is all normal and desperate and cute.

But that means he’s officially running out of options.

With a frustrated huff, Bill flings the amount of memories from the past several months away from him, sending him back down the line towards Ford’s childhood, which can hardly be of any use to him.

Except… the childhood memories are glowing?  Bill reaches out and pokes experimentally at one, and to his surprise, his hand sinks through the image like it’s a liquid.  He peers closer, looking for any kind of explanation.

He comes across a reminder of the terms of their contract.  “From the beginning to the end of time.”

Huh.  He hadn’t realized Ford meant that quite so literally.  And hey, time travel has never been difficult for him before!  That certainly gives him options.

Of course, there are a limited number of people from back then that Ford still cares about now.  Anything with his father would probably anger him more than scare him.  His relationship with his mother is too complicated for Bill to predict his reaction.  If he goes back at a time when Sherman is still living at the house, Ford’s kid body will be too small to accomplish anything worth the trip.  Lesser Half comes with his own problems, but Ford’s reaction to the failed call is enough that it probably makes it his best option.

Well, that solves the “who.”  What about the what?

It can’t be anything that would change the timeline too much.  Ford still needs to be here, like this, when Bill gets back.  That means he needs a situation he can control.  Not too many people around.

Bill starts scanning through the memories, and finds one where Sixer and his lesser half have just found their junk pile of a boat, and are at a hardware store getting what supplies they can with the very limited money they had access to.

That will work nicely.  He needs Sixer to remember the timeline as it originally was, but changing his memories back once the timeline changes won’t be difficult.  He’ll have to play it carefully while he’s there, but it’s just Kid Ford and Kid Lesser Half.  He can pull it off.

So Bill reaches through the memory, pries experimentally at kid Ford’s head, and feels Ford’s discomfort and notice at something poking around his brain that shouldn’t be there.

Right.  Kid Ford might not trust him yet.  No matter.  The Ford in this time period is asleep.  And Bill has always been good at stretching a deal.  That will count.

So he pushes past kid Ford’s uncomfortable squirming, and forces his way into his head.

“Uh hey, Stanley, do you feel that—”

Bill slams Ford’s mouth shut as soon as he opens his eyes, and is left with Lesser Half staring at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“Feel what?” he asks.

Bill shakes himself as best as he can manage.  He gets a slightly confused look from Lesser Half, but just grins.

“Nothing, sorry!  Just a bit chilly, I guess!”

Lesser Half smirks.  “You baby.  It’s like 55 degrees out.  Come on, we’ll go inside where your poor fragile skin can be warm.”

Since it’s important to be convincing for a while, Bill rifles through Ford’s memories for what he’d say.  Kid Ford still squirms in the back of his head, and Bill shoves him down into the subconscious to keep him quiet.

“Oh shut up,” Bill says, putting a slight whine into his best impression of Kid Ford’s voice.

It seems to work well enough, because Lesser Half laughs, and they both walk into the town’s hardware store.

“Okay, so first we’ll need wood,” Lesser Half says, a childish excitement entering his voice.  “Cause we gotta rebuild the second half of the boat.  We should probably focus on that first, right?  Or do you know some super nerdy boat stuff about how to put it back together?”

“We could find instructions first,” Bill says, because it’s what Kid Ford would say.

Lesser Half sticks his tongue between his teeth and makes one of those “pbbt” sounds that Bill might enjoy more if he had a mouth.  “Bor-ing!  We’ll only need to do that if it doesn’t look right.  I’ll get some wood, and—”

“And I’ll ask for some instructions,” Bill cuts him off.  It’s what Kid Ford would say, and it’ll give him time away from Lesser Half where he doesn’t have to play the part of human quite so well.

“Ugh, fine, if you want to be so dull about it.”

They split off into separate sides of the store.  Bill has some fun slamming Kid Ford into shelves, then picks up some books on boats to keep up the ruse.  Finally, after a perusal of potential items for the next part of this, he slips one more thing to use later inside his jacket.

He meets Lesser Half back up at the front of the store where they pay for what they can afford, and Lesser Half definitely steals some of the stuff they can’t.  If he wasn’t by definition Lesser Half, Bill would almost be impressed.

He keeps his stolen object hidden until they make their way back to the beach.  It’s overcast and too cold for humans to swim, even if Bill is for once in agreement with Lesser Half about that just making them wimps.

It works out in this case, though, because it means their section of the beach is empty aside from them.

“Alright,” Lesser Half says, laying everything down.  Bill finds himself wishing they could get on with this.  “So here’s the stuff we bought, and here—” he pulls a bunch of very small planks of wood, a hammer, and nails out from his jacket— “is the stuff I stole!  So we’re off to a pretty good start!”

Bill gets the sense that Kid Ford would chastise his brother at this point, but this is where he’s deviating from the script.

“I stole something too,” he says.

Lesser Half lights up, and turns to Bill with a grin.  “Really?  I’m rubbing off on ya, Poindexter!  What’d you get?”

Bill pulls the object out of his own jacket.

“…Uh, okay Ford, good for you,” Lesser Half says, taking the gardening shears from Bill.  “But we might still have to work on your skills, buddy.  Sorry, but I don’t know what we’re gonna do with these.”

Bill grins.  “Oh, I can think of a few things,” he says, taking the shears back.

“Yeah?” Lesser Half asks curiously.  “Like what?”

Bill reaches across the space between them and grabs Lesser Half’s hand, then pulls it out between them.

Lesser Half gets that look on his face.  It’s one of Bill’s favorite human looks.  The one where they’ve realized something is wrong, and it’s obvious what’s going to happen next, but they love the person doing it too much to not spend a few seconds thinking of alternate options.

Bill loves those few seconds.  It’s where he does his best work.

These, for instance, he uses to put the gardening shears around either side of Lesser Half’s left pinky, and snap them shut.

They make such a delightful crunch.

…

Ford wakes with a scream trapped in his throat.  His hands fly forward, trying to push Stanley away from the shears, but they just end up meeting the edge of his couch, which he collapsed right next to.  The force of his shove shakes it enough that it knocks a book off that lands on his head.

Something in his head that sounds like Bill laughs, “‘From the beginning to the end of time?’  Sixer, you’re supposed to be better with your words than that.”

“No,” Ford whispers to himself.  He shoves himself to his feet, dislodging the book, and runs for his study, muttering “No no no no,” as he does.

Ma gave him Stanley’s new phone number.  He shoved it into a desk drawer rather than tear it up or burn it, which felt weak at the time, but now he’s glad for it.

He almost falls down the stairs twice as he makes his way to the phone in the kitchen, and his hands shake as he dials the numbers.

“Hi, this is Stan Co Enterprises, are you calling about our Stan-Vac Vaccum Cleaner?  Stan-Vac!  It sucks more than anything!”

“Stanley how many fingers do you have?” Ford blurts out, which he’ll admit, out of context sounds a little insane.

There’s a full ten seconds of silence.

“…Ford?” Stanley asks finally, disbelief plain and obvious in his voice.

“How many fingers, Stanley?”

“What— what the hell are you talking about?  Are you just calling to be a jerk?”

“Please, I— please,” Ford begs, hoping the tears in his eyes aren’t obvious in his voice.

There’s another pause.

“Nine, Sixer,” Stan spits, and Ford suddenly can’t breathe.  “Like I’ve had since we were twelve years old.  Which you know.”

“I didn’t—” Ford tries to say, but it comes out a garbled mess.  “You— I’m—”

“Uh, you good over there?  What’s wrong with you?”

“I can’t—” Ford says.  He slides down against the counter, dragging the phone with him until the cord is stretched out as far as it can go.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he chokes out.  “I can’t— I—”

“Woah, hey, easy,” Stan says, a note of concern entering his voice for some goddamn reason.  “What’s going on?  Are you okay?”

“Your finger’s gone!” Ford screams.  “It’s not supposed to be gone!  It was there before I collapsed!”

“…What the hell are you talking about?”

“I can’t breathe,” Ford says, and he buries his head in his knees and pulls the phone on top of them.  “I can’t breathe and I can’t sleep and I can’t stop him, there’s nothing I can do—”

“Okay, slow down,” Stan says.  “Is— Ford, is someone threatening you?  Are they hurting you?”

“He hurt you,” Ford cries, though he’s almost positive it doesn’t come out clearly.  “You shouldn’t have been in danger, you’re nowhere near me, he— I can’t— I can’t open the portal,” Ford sobs.  “I can’t do it, he’ll— he’ll destroy everything, I can’t do it—”

“Ford, you’re not making any sense,” Stan says gently.  “You gotta take a deep breath, calm down, and tell me what’s going on.”

A few hours ago, Ford would have said he can’t, that no one can know, that it could put them in danger, or reveal to them just how badly Ford has messed up.  He would have told Stanley to stay far away, and forget they’d ever had this conversation— not that Stanley would listen to him.  But he would have at least tried to keep him away.  But what would even be the point of doing that now, after what just happened?

“Come here,” Ford cries into the phone.  “I’ll tell you, but please, I need you here.  I need help.”

“Where are you?” Stan says, no questions asked, not even sounding the slightest bit hesitant.  “Ma said you’re somewhere in Oregon.”

“Gravity Falls,” Ford forces out.  “618 Gopher Road.  I— I have to stay awake until you get here.”

“No, you have to get some rest.  You sound like you’re losing it.”

“No,” Ford insists.  “I can’t— I don’t know what he’ll do next time, what if he kills you?”

“Hey, no one’s gonna kill me,” Stan says, a gentle tone in his voice that’s obviously meant to reassure him.  “I’ve survived this long.”

“That won’t count,” Ford says.  “It won’t count.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Stan says, sounding lost.

“He can— he can just find you in the past,” Ford whispers.  “And kill you back then, he can— I can’t stop him, I can’t—”

“…Okay, look,” Stan says.  “I truly have no idea what’s going on, but it sounds like someone’s threatening me to get to you somehow, right?”

“Yes,” Ford whispers.

“Then he won’t kill me.  There’s limits to what he can do, Poindexter.  If I’m just dead he loses all his leverage.  He has to have a bargaining chip.  If he does the worst thing he’s threatened then there’s nothing left to bargain with.  Okay?”

Hearing it laid out so plainly does make some of the knots in Ford’s chest loosen, just a little.  He still can’t sleep.  He needs Stan to get here, and nothing is stopping Bill from hurting him to the point that can’t happen.  But Stan is right.  Bill can’t kill him.  If he kills Ford’s twin, Ford will die before he helps him.

“Okay,” Ford murmurs.

“I can be there some time tomorrow,” Stan says.  “Or the day after at the latest.  Will you be okay until then?”

“Yes,” Ford says.  “I think.”

“Okay.  I’ll call as I get closer, and if anything happens, alright?  It’s gonna be okay.  It’ll be okay.”

“Stanley,” Ford says.  “You never told anyone what he— what I— what happened to your finger, did you?”

There’s a pause.

“…No,” Stan says.  “I told Ma I stole the shears and was messing around.”

“You should have told her,” Ford whispers.

“I’ll be there soon, Sixer,” Stan says instead of any kind of response, and he hangs up.

Ford shouldn’t have worried.  For the next day and a half, he couldn’t sleep even if he wanted to.