#so like. obviously you probably know what a belly button is I'm just. trying to be considerate please don't take it personally

[bookwyrminspiration]

wait so elves belly buttons pop off when they get pregnant right. and maybe im incorrect but i interpreted that to mean they just fall off. like theyre gone. but elves can get pregnant multiple times obviously. so does that mean they can just grow a new belly button??

You're a little off, but you've got the spirit! The belly button doesn't fall off--that's not something that's really physically possible? It's an indent in the skin, it doesn't have its own flesh, it's the shape of the negative space between other flesh where something used to be--including for outies. What sticks out isn't the belly button itself, its the surrounding skin. There's nothing to fall off because its an indent, and if the protruding skin of an outie fell off that would kinda just turn it into an innie and then we're still in the same boat

Elves' belly buttons don't pop off in pregnancy, they pop out--become outies if they weren't already, which happens in some human pregnancies as well if you want to look up visuals. And elves' turn pink too, for some reason. So no, elves are not out here growing new belly buttons, they're just turning inside out and back again with each pregnancy (unless said elf has an outie naturally)

hope that helps :)

[juniperdugong]

Ditching Witches

Pairing: Sylus x GN!reader (established relationship) Genre: Fluff, minor angst CW: Swearing, light-hearted jealousy WC: 851

Day 4 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: Lotta firsts with this event lmao, been meaning to get into the Love and Deepspace bag with fics for forever

"So comfortable already? Sweetie." Sylus walks in with a big bowl of popcorn in the festive jack-o-lantern bowl you had picked out together the other day.

"Hard not to get comfortable at your place," you beam as you cuddle into the biggest, fluffiest blanket you could find in his linen closet.

He sets the bowl beside you on the couch and slips under the blanket, wrapping an arm around your waist and lazily tracing lines along your belly with his cold hands. "Glad you like it so much- been so much warmer with you around." Resting his head on your shoulder you feel as he presses light kisses along your jaw.

"Don't get all touchy with me mister! Not after tonight..." You pout and huff as you pry his hand away with little to no strength, not really wanting him to let go but still wanting to stick to your conviction.

"Ha." Just as you expected, he presses into you and grips you tighter. "You're the one who picked that costume for me, kitten. How am I to blame?"

You whip your head away from him with another huff.

"Starting to sound like the big bad wolf, sweetie." He smirks.

You push at his chest and hog the blanket, "You were practically all over them!"

"I barely even spoke to them." He chuckles and you know the whole thing is silly but you can't help but be possessive with him... You know if the tables were flipped he'd probably be much worse.

"You spoke to them." You purse your lips and side-eye him.

"You don't want me to speak to other people?"

"Not when those other people obviously want to get in your pants..."

"Hey. You know I'd want no one else but you in my pants, sweetie." And his tone darkens for just a moment - almost willing you to take him into your arms right then! But no! You must stay strong, when else would you have the chance to get mad at him just a little?

"Those bitches-"

"Witches." He cuts you off and you look up at him with a puzzled expression, "They were dressed as witches." He grins knowing just what buttons to press for you to lose it.

And he's damn good at knowing your buttons because you swear your eye twitches, "You remembered what they were dressed as?"

"It was a Halloween party, baby."

"I hate you." You abruptly say as you toss and curl yourself up in the blanket so tightly you feel like it would rip if it wasn't so well made.

"Mmm... you hate me?" And your silence only further amuses him. "Oh no... My love hates me sooo much." The sarcasm is dripping from his words and you're about to just give in and call it there but suddenly you're being lifted and sat back down upright.

With the blanket still tightly wrapped around your upper half, you can tell that he's set you down in his lap with the way his arms settled on your waist. And you gasp as you feel his hot breath through the fabric near your ear, "They hate me so much that they can't even finish picking the movie for our movie night..." he whispers and it makes you shudder.

With a pout still painted on your face, you uncover yourself slowly, trying your best to leave eye contact for last. "Still hate me?" He says with a smile that he knows you can't ignore.

"Can't hate you..." And you know how childish you sound but what good is acting mature when he coddles you like this?

"Yeah? Well good, I'd hate for you to hate me. I'd hate myself so much."

"You know I'm joking right?" You just have to confirm with him that this is all some cringy game before you actually start to believe that this could become normal.

"I know, sweetheart. I also know that even though you're joking there's just a small part of you that's actually jealous..."

"You suck."

"Right. I suck." And he brings snuggles himself into you, constricting your movements with a hug.

"Why did you have to look so good in that costume? Huh?!" You poke at his chest with fury as you come to rest your head against his shoulder this time.

"You're the one who picked it, sweetie. I'm sure you had an idea of what I would look like in it."

"You had your whole chest out!"

"You picked it."

And you just have to resign from this nonsense argument because you're going in circles over practically nothing. With a sigh, you snuggle back into him and pick up the popcorn. He grabs the remote and you both begin the endless hell of scrolling till you both agree on a movie.

You knew you weren't justified in arguing with him over this. After all, he was the one who kept bringing up his partner to those witches when they asked for his number and he's the one who dutifully ditched the party with you the moment you said you wanted to leave.

A/N: Oh no... Sylus! Save me! Lmao I love this man so much, actually the death of me and the whole reason I picked the game up. (I have him leveled up far better than the others ;-;) I am lowkey hoping that my spinning wheel for this event picks JJK again soon bc I have some lowkey-angst I've been wanting to write out...

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[izvmimi]

cw: minors dni. breeding kink but not in the sexy way. family life with lots of kids. domestic. goofy.

"izuku, hah- izuku... izuku!"

the last call of his name is shrill, and izuku finally stops grinding against you, pulling the weight of his large, muscled body from yours. the two of you acknowledge that he can't move very far away due to the tight dimensions of the small closet, and you pull at the collar of your blouse ever so slightly as the heat in your neck - especially where he just kissed - starts to slowly dissipate.

izuku frowns, looking down at you in the dim lighting and twists his mouth to the side. he frowns, yes, but he isn't upset, because your reservations just now do make sense - 1. that your kids will be home from school any second and 2. you have enough kids.

but he disagrees with the latter. yes, your family is large and there's already 8 of you total after 5 pregnancies including twins, but you look oh so pretty when you're pregnant, and the two of you can afford it, and you take pregnancy like a champ - your quirk makes recovery easy - so why not make another little midoriya with tiny feet and your big, bright eyes? it's not his fault that you're so cute and breedable!

but he can't force you, obviously.

you sigh and run your hands through your hair and look up at him. you hate that he's unfairly attractive and you hate that he's laying traps like this for you. you try to button up the rest of your blouse and adjust your bra, still thinking about the sting of his hickeys. there's already a wet spot in your panties that you should probably change quickly, and you can see him waist-banding his boner semi-grumpily.

"we ran out of condoms," you remind him.

"they're stupid. let me cum inside." he grumbles just as quickly.

"i'm tired of your babies, midoriya. this isn't even climate friendly!"

he sighs. "you know what's not climate friendly? latex."

"izuku."

he bites his lip.

"you don't even know if you'll get pregnant this time. your tubes are tied, remember?"

you give him a long look.

"my tubes were tied before we had the twins." you say flatly. he laughs for a minute but you look dead serious and he immediately returns his expression to neutral.

"you had a revision though... so?"

you narrow your eyes, then attempt to walk past him, but he's blocking the door, albeit now with a playful look on his face. you give him a look like you'll shove him out of the way if he doesn't move it soon.

"i'm not risking it, midoriya."

he pouts.

"but they look so pretty," he whines. "and you look so pretty-"

"you're not fucking me raw with that demon semen, and that's that."

he groans and moves to the side but doesn't follow you out.

you make exactly three steps, just to the door of your bedroom where you can lock it, and then come right back into the closet.

he blinks, and you give him an irritated look before lowering your panties.

"make sure you pull out."

---

exactly 4 months later.

"did you see the new headline, rabbits?" katsuki says at the school bus stop, both hands occupied holding his just two, well-behaved children's hands. you glare daggers at him and don't bother answering, and then at izuku who smiles down at you.

a protective hand rests on your belly.

"can't stand you," you whisper to him through your teeth. he pats your back as your line of nearly identical curly green haired kids make their way onto the bus.

"you don't have to stand, i'll carry you."

"what the hell do you know about carrying?" you murmur under your breath. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"you're right. you know much better than i do."

[upsidedownmvnson]

reader is insecure about big boobs | eddie munson

warnings: reader is insecure about big boobies :(

requested by anon <3

"What's left on the list, my love?"

Eddie Munson was a powerhouse of a boyfriend, always. Not in sheer strength, but just in general boyfriendiness. Today you guys were out and about in town, just running errands for you. So far today you'd gotten your haircut, went to the dentist, did the groceries for your house, dropped something off to your friend, and now you guys were at the mall, eating french fries and taking a little break.

Not once did Eddie get annoyed, bored, or impatient. He just followed along, performing finger drum songs in various waiting rooms while you were busy. In fact, you'd told him it would be boring but he insisted that he be your private chariot for the day.

You unfold the weak paper. It's been folded and unfolded this sheet so many times that it was just begging to fall apart. The blue pen was fading as if you hadn't written this last night.

You sigh, "just bra shopping."

"Best for last," Eddie grinned, rubbing his hands together.

Obviously, he'd never been bra shopping before. You had. You would spend the next hour trying on bras that don't fit and will end up paying forty bucks for a bra you don't even like, and barely fit into, like one weight flux and it would start gathering dust in your drawer.

But what are you supposed to do? They never have your size, and when they do they're neon pink, or have the same effect as a sports bra, and you already wore a sports bra enough. You wanted something sexy, something to push up the girls and say, "hey look at me! I probably don't have stretch marks from being pulled down to her belly button all the time!"

But you do...

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes before you could even say anything else. Bra shopping is the worst and you'd already had a long day.

"Hey, hey," Eddie said softly, recognizing the overwhelmed look in your eye. He stood up and shimmied around so he could sit beside you in the booth. "What happened? What's wrong, Petal?"

"Maybe we should just call it," you said, wiping at a tear that managed to sneak out. "And I can do this tomorrow."

"Wouldn't you like to just get it out of the way? I can help you real quick and then I can take you home, we can set up a movie night and just relax the rest of the day? How's that sound?"

It sounded really good. And the way he spoke softly and kindly reassured you that he's got your back, and he probably wouldn't even laugh at you if you told him the truth, which you were considering. Maybe he could even help?

"What if I can't find anything?"

"Then I'll take you somewhere else."

"What is they laugh at me?"

"Then I'll burn the store down."

You laughed, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. He kissed the top of your head a few times before resting his chin on your head.

"C'mon Petal, tell me what's bothering you."

"Eddie, have you ever been bra shopping? I have watermelons strapped to my chest, nothing fits! And when it does it gives me uniboob. And uniboob even costs like a thousand dollars - and even then, I'm- I'm..." you sniffle, trying not to cry in the middle of the food court.

"Baby..." he cooed, holding you tightly. He didn't care if people saw the pda, he would comfort you when and where you needed it. You couldn't see his face, but where you imagined him cringing, he was just smiling sadly. He hated that you felt like this. "I wish you saw what I saw."

"I wish you felt what I felt," you said. "They're literally weighing me down."

"I have a solution."

"That's not you just holding them up all day?"

"I do not have a solution."

"It's just frustrating."

"I know baby," he said, "Can I just... I don't want to make it worse but baby, you are so gorgeous. Top to bottom, just perfection. I know you might hate them, but personally..." Eddie sighed, you were still smushed into his chest, but pulled away to see his face. He pushed his own chin into his neck to look down at you, but somehow still looked ridiculously beautiful. He grinned. "Personally I like when they spill through my fingers."

"Eddie!"

"What!? It's so true, there's so much to grab. To kiss. Ugh, just suffocate me with them so I can die happy."

You giggled, "Okay you win for now. Let's go do this - but if I need to talk to an employee I'm making you do it."

"Deal."

As you gathered your stuff, Eddie watched you. Honestly shocked that someone as beautiful as you even found time to bother with insecurities. He would do literally anything to make you see yourself the way that he sees you.

He takes your bags, holding the girly shopping bags with no hesitation or problem.

And he says, "but I can help you hold them up later, right?"

[ticklingmesoftly]

Hello! 😊

1. Why does tickling matter so much to you?

11. Favorite memory involving tickling?

13. What is the most important thing to know about tickling/being tickled?

17. What would be your most ideal tickling scenario?

18. Do you enjoy bondage/restraints/etc.? Why or why not? (And if you do prefer them: Which is your favorite way/position of being restrained or restraining someone else?)

19. Do you enjoy tickle tools? Why or why not? (And if you do prefer them: Which is your favorite tickle tool AND on which ticklish area(s)?)

20. What is your greatest hope involving tickling?

23. What makes tickling so unique from other forms of touch?

34. Best song to tickle/be tickled to?

Hi! And wow! Guess I should make a cut for this one! (SUPER flattered and happy btw!)

1. Why does tickling matter so much to you? You know, I wish I had a real answer to this, lol. Maybe...maybe it's because I like to be playful? I like to touch and be touched? I like to be vulnerable and I like feeling helpless. I like that you don't ever really know how it's going to feel or how you're going to react. And I like...feeling like someone thinks I'm...UGH THIS IS SO HARD FOR ME TO SAY. I like feeling like someone thinks I'm cute enough to want to tickle. UGH.

11. Favorite memory involving tickling? Mmm. You know, I don't know. I can't pick one. But I know it was recent. :)

13. What is the most important thing to know about tickling/being tickled? I'd say it's probably that consent is the most important thing. Everything has to be okay with everyone involved. Period. Even on here, you can't just go messaging people you don't know talking about how you want to touch them. That's creepy, alright? lol

17. What would be your most ideal tickling scenario? Ha, you know, as much as I do be posting some crazy shit on here sometimes -- and as much as I'd like to be trying it! -- I do love cuddly, affectionate, playful tickles the most. I guess my ideal scenario would be like, if we were just sitting on the couch doing nothing, when suddenly -- provoked by me or otherwise! -- they just pounce on me, hold me down, and start softly tickling me until I lose my mind. 🙃 I actually do not even know how I'm typing this right now because WOW SAYING WHAT I WANT IS SO. EXCRUCIATING

18. Do you enjoy bondage/restraints/etc.? Why or why not? (And if you do prefer them: Which is your favorite way/position of being restrained or restraining someone else?) I do enjoy them! Why? Because I like to feel helpless and not being able to move accomplishes that! I like the added dread of not being able to protect any spots! It's terrifying in the best way! Why am I like this! Okay, my favorite...honestly, if we're talking about what I prefer, I prefer being held down. I do like bondage, but there's something about being held down that's just...more personal, I guess? Intimate? Softly dominating? But if we're specifically talking about bondage...I am not very experienced in it, lmao. Something that stretches like a rack might be interesting, though! Definitely something with my arms up, I think.

19. Do you enjoy tickle tools? Why or why not? (And if you do prefer them: Which is your favorite tickle tool AND on which ticklish area(s)?) I do enjoy them! Why? Hm...I dunno, I think I just like trying things in general, lol. They all feel different! My favorite...GOD this is so FLUStERING but it's probably a makeup brush. That's the only type of brush I've had used on me, but honestly, I think any type of brush would be ASKJDLFSH, you know? And obviously the worst spot is on my belly and belly button...

20. What is your greatest hope involving tickling? There's definitely some people on here I'd like to meet in person and tickle/be tickled by and also cuddle and such. That's my greatest hope, lol.

23. What makes tickling so unique from other forms of touch? It stimulates fight-or-flight, yeah? Like a panicked reaction? Hence the laughter? I dunno, I guess it's because it makes the receiver just, like, burst with happiness. I know that's...not what's actually happening, but that's how it feels if you enjoy it, lol. It's like you literally cannot contain it and you have to be loud and move around, lol. I DUNNO, IT'S JUST DIFFERENT OKAY

34. Best song to tickle/be tickled to? Hm, I dunno! I've never been tickled to a song before. And if a song is playing, I'd probably be more likely to want to listen to it. Maybe something funny, so I'd be laughing even more.

[muffinrecord]

design wise, who are some of your favorite and least favorite characters?

there’s some characters I like design wise but don’t really like as characters, and some characters who I like as a character but I don’t like their design at all (specifically Jun, I LOVE her as a character but I hate her design, it really doesn’t fit her at all. It needs more of a candy theme to it)

There are a bunch of obvious answers I think for the least favorite design so I'm gonna go for less obvious ones that aren't just "seems inappropriate for a kid" or "rabi i don't think that's your culture".

Least Favorite for me is probably Ao Kasane.

The only thing I really like about it would be her weird-hood-pigtail things. It kind of looks like a cobra's hood, which fits her theme, but the rest of her design is sort of eh? It doesn't seem very magical girl or even fantasy to me and besides other complaints one could make, it just comes across as boring. I remember some folks saying that the ruffles on her design are supposed to be like snake skin, which I can kinda see...? But I would have liked to see her design pushed a little further.

It's possible maybe that they didn't want her to be too obviously a snake, since she was working against both sides in the shadows, and you'd want a character like that to keep their nature hidden. But I think there are more creative ways of doing that.

Side note, I also don't want to say that boring designs are always bad either. Like, San has a kind of boring design, but I think it still has enough interesting elements that make it work. The wheels in her hair and the obvious gun are all interesting of course, but even the barrettes in her straight side-part bangs kind of give the image of ammunition. It fits her theme but also make her seem kind of no-nonsense. It's kind of silly but still works. I think you can look at her and her design and you can tell what kinda person she is easily.

But for Ao... I dunno. It doesn't really do anything. It doesn't even feel very creative.

Most favorite... oh man there are a bunch of contenders for that. My aesthetic preferences demand me to answer with Hotaru Yura, Yachiyo Nanami, Tanabata Yachiyo, or Historia Yachiyo buuuut I'm gonna go with one that might be controversial and say...

Rui Mizuki!

this design is a fucking mess but it's a mess in a way that TOTALLY suits her and it makes me remember my times of being a lil edgelord shit in middleschool/highschool. If I could be a magical girl back then, I would have wanted to look like this. Every single design element is fucking perfect. The random assortment of belts? Spot on. The mismatched sized leggings? Stupendous. The fucking meaninglessly chains? Excellent. The edgy black/orange color scheme? Beautiful. The nonsensical skirt portion? It's my favorite thing. You look at this and think "how the fuck do you walk in this". It's great. It's peak edgy teenager oc and I love every bit of it and it TOTALLY fits her character.

Look at those sort-of fingerless gloves. Amazing. You look at this girl and you instantly know what kind of vibe she wants to give off. It's all mismatched and uneven and gods I love it.

Hell, it even does the midriff thing that this game is obsessed with but I think it fits perfectly. Yeah, an edgy teenager who wants to look cool WOULD have her belly button showing. How else will we see her cat soul gem shape that isn't attached to anything? Is it a piercing somehow? Is it magic? WHO KNOWS! It's fuckin' mc'cool and that's all that matters.

I think it's even better that Rui is in reality a shy person who wants to seem cool, cause fuck yeah she would try to look like this as a meguca in that case. idc. favorite design.

[ask-hannah-blog]

Are you.... sure about all this Hannah? I mean. If the clients are happy I suppose that's what matters but... is this what they signed up for? I don't know, I'm getting some bad brain fog. Wish I just had someone to tell me what's right... urgh... feel dumb...

Goodness me. I’m gonna have to start punishing you pesky readers who think to question me.

But I’ll show some understanding since you’re obviously a confused little pet. You don’t just feel dumb, you are dumb. Dumb dumb dumb. You already have someone to tell you what’s right. It’s me! Dummy. Your queen. Even if you’re not a clown yet, if you listen to my advice you can already consider yourself one of my servants, my peasants, a dumb little minion.

So my little pea brain, I think now would be a good time to tell you more about what happened with my bimbo couple, just so you can see how dumb you were for second guessing me.

——-

My two pink hair Clownies see me and instantly start fucking, which is such a cute reaction! After he cums in her they both just drop to their knees and start kissing and worshiping me.

“You’re so pretty Hannah!”

“You’re so hot, my dick has been hard for you since Christmas.”

“Bambi is cute like you now isn’t she? Her skin is all white and makeupy.”

“There’s just something about your blue hair, that I can’t get out of my head.”

And I accept it all of course, because I’m a good queen, and they’re just doing what comes naturally to them. You gotta remember that my treatment is all about acceptance.

Then Bambi looks up at me with those big blue eyes. “Can we play with Ms. Kissy Hannah?”

I know exactly what she’s talking about, and who can say no to a bimbo? So I sigh and pull my shirt up to reveal the clown face I have drawn around my bellybutton. That’s permanent now by the way, for any clowns out there feeling like I’m not very freaky, don’t worry the body paint is getting out of hand.

It’s so funny how horrified Bambi was last time I told her to tongue my belly button, and now she’s asking for it, better than asking for it she’s spreading the joy to other clowns! What a good girl.

He looks hesitant though, he’s farther gone than she was when I spring this on her, but he’s still a little confused. He probably still thinks clown sex is about having sex as a clown. The little dummy. He’s giggling nervously eyes locked on the little needy hole in my stomach.

“It’s part of her therapy.” I informed him, quite scholarly. “That’s why you’re here today hubby. You see your wife has an insatiable desire to kiss girls. But you guys want to stay monogamous.”

Bambi was inching closer to my stomach, batting her eyes like she was trying to seduce the drawing.

“So we’re using Ms. Kissy here to let her express these feelings.” I smiled at her. “Go ahead dear.” Shevlet out an excited squeal and buried her tongue right where it belonged.

Goodness girl tongue inside my belly button feels so good! @_@

He’s fascinated, his dick pops up out of his pants immediately. I can tell he’s not trying to jerk it. He’s struggling a little bit. Trying to be the decent normie I’d known, Bambi’s daddy who stuck through her transformation and made it all work. Trying not to masturbate him self raw to his wife tonging her therapist’s belly. “Come on Hubby, this is part of her treatment, we have to be supportive of her.”

I pushed my clowny form of therapy into his mind. I could feel some kind of control over him. I could feel his resistance and I could feel my majestic words, my therapeutic genius navigate him around his resistance.

The gears in his head were spinning as I pet his’s wife’s head. Her pink hair was so soft, way softer than human hair. “Come join her Hubby, it’ll mean a lot to her.”

And that was that. So his tongue was buried just as deep and I was getting eaten out by a married couple, their tongues battling for the taste and texture of my belly.

And there I was basking in the pleasure of it all. Queen of the world. “You know Hubby, there are things you can do that will help satisfy Bambi’s cravings for girls. Have you ever heard of a sissy?”

——-

See how happy they were, how eager both of them were to participate in their treatment? That’s what healing looks like.

It’s not your fault my pet.

Like you said, you’re dumb.

You need some to tell you what’s right.

Actually, no even that’s wrong dummy.

You don’t need to know what’s right, just who’s right.

Right?

And it’s me.

You know it’s true.

You can count on me, you can rely on me, you can wait on me.

Yes you can.

Good pet.

Good pet for nodding along, for smiling, for using that deficient little brain to realize that I’m the one who makes your life make sense.

It’s okay to feel horny at me telling you all this.

It makes sense.

And if there’s something I tell you that doesn’t make sense, then you should discard that part of your life that makes it feel wrong.

For instance:

You’re just a dumb little clown peasant in my wonderfully clowny kingdom.

You have two options.

Either I’m right, and that statement makes sense.

Or I’m right, and that statement doesn’t make sense.

You know what to do then, right?

Surely even my dumbest minion knows how to obey, right?

So obey!

Take that part that doesn’t make sense and make it make sense. Be a clown! Be dumb. Serve me.

Easy as 1…2…3!

You don’t even have to take off your shoes to count that high!

1…2…3

Clown

1…2…3

Dumb

1…2…3

Obey

Good pet, good clown.

Now just as a warning you may start to feel sick, over the next week, but that’s okay. Just know it will help you be happier on the other side! That’s a nice thought huh?

And about the brain fog, have fun with it. It’s only scary if you fight it. Let those though ideas melt into vapor. What color is your brain vapor? It’s pretty isn’t it? Breath it in, touch it, taste it. Mmmmm isn’t that nice? Nice and dumb, nice and foggy. It’s actually a good thing isn’t it? Fuzzing up those worries, those anxieties, those long nasty words.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

I hope that answers your question!

Ms. Hannah.

[hollyhomburg]

7

ooohhhh seven for the win!!!! because of this you get seven separate bullet points. i'm just before the stage in drafting where i take out the bullet points and make them paragraphs, so yeah- alot of this will probably get re-written and added too because there is still a fair bit of work left to do. i'm taking things slow with this chapter because it's what i need at the moment! 

Chapter 35 Sneak Peak: Stretch marks.

Namjoon doesn’t often consider himself a voyeur but standing in your doorway with a near empty cup of coffee in his hands he’s offered an uninterrupted view of you. One pajama set (a cute little white number dotted with small carmine colored flowers, another courting gift from him) pulls up and reveals inches of delicious skin, your belly button, cute and pudding out a little, no doubt from the food you ate earlier.

Namjoon feels strangely sentimental just looking so He looks some more. After-all, after today there will be not an inch of you that he won't see, and momentarily he savors the unknown inches of you.

But Namjoon’s alpha is vibrating, just barely leashed back from growling at the sight. Pacing back and forth across non-proverbial corners of Namjoon’s mind.

Namjoon makes a noise from the door, worried about intruding on you obviously deep in thought but it’s a welcome thing. The cross look on your face like you’re concentrating too hard on something vanishes the second you lift your chin, and you get up and go to him. Stoping not when you go toe to toe with him but Pressing your face all into his chest that twitches with his huffing laugh.

His arms around your shoulders are a comforting cover seperating you from the world. long fingers and pretty hands that stroke up and down your back. You smell like yourself when he presses his nose to the top of your head (he has to stoop to do so) and he finds only happy baked goeyness twinged with the delicate scent of your shampoo, and inevitably Jimin and Tae and Yoongi.

You press your face hard into your chest trying futiley maybe, to take the safeness and comfort of Namjoon and put it all around you. “there’s something bothering you.” It’s not a plea or a question. you pull back, choosing your words carefully. Namjoon gives you time to come to your thoughts, cycling through them. And Namjoon can tell by the time you speak, that there is something you’ve decided not to say.

“Do you think that maybe we shouldn’t have this so planned?” your fingers tap against his shoulder blades. you don’t say what happened last night, you don’t tell him about Jimin and Tae. Not yet and maybe not ever. Maybe just because you’re worried about what they might say and what he and Jin might do. You might all be kind of together. But that doesn’t mean that he needs to know everything and anything that goes on between you and the others. Maybe you only want more secrets to make the weight of the one less suffocating.

Posting next weekend probably!

[antique-traveler]

i remember you mentioning you’re planning on writing trans matt, and i’m so excited. trans matt is so special to me and i feel like he isn’t written enough. like if u squint hard enough you can act like matt’s scars are top surgery scars. like i fr believe that foggy would get curious one day and go through ALL of matt’s scars with him (kinda like that one scene in season two with elektra) maybe in college or sometime right after they just met

anon this was such a good idea god i loved writing this so much. the other trans!matt piece is still very much in the planning stage rn (also i'm debating if i want it to be mattfoggy or xreader, lmk y'all's thoughts) but thank you for giving me an excuse to write something kinda short and sweet :-D

2k, T, warnings: slight internalized transphobia, references to sex but not nsfw

[note: foggy's reception to matt coming out is definitely kinda clumsy, but i wanna let y'all know it's not transphobic. i just figure that it's 2012 and he's probably not very educated on modern gender theory, yknow?]

Matt’s gotta know he’s hot, right? Sighted or not, surely he knows that every member of the human race swoons at his biceps and jawline and smile. Foggy knows that if he had muscles like that, he’d never put on a shirt, ever, but somehow Matt seems almost�� self conscious of his body. 

Granted, they’ve only known each other a few weeks, so Matt could still be getting over some new roomie shyness, but Matt’s not shy about anything else, is the thing. He doesn’t hold back when he complains about his professors, he gladly circles an arm around Foggy’s shoulders when they stumble home together after a long night of drinking. Despite all that, though, Foggy’s still only ever seen Matt shirtless, like, twice. Foggy had only gotten a brief glimpse of Matt’s fucking six pack abs before he turned around to pull a sweatshirt over his head.

He’s obviously smokin’, Foggy already knows that, even if his hips are maybe a little wider than the average underwear model, but Foggy notices something else, too: Matt’s got scars. He’s not covered in them, Foggy only counted four or five, but they’re certainly noticeable. There are a couple thin, white ones on his back, the line running across his shoulder and collarbone near his neck, and the dark, diagonal line just to the right of Matt’s belly button. Most noticeable, though, are the two long, faded lines that span over his ribcage, sort of underlining each of his well-defined pecs. 

Foggy’s not one to judge, and they certainly do not detract from Matt’s hotness, but Foggy knows that that amount of scars is pretty rare for a run-of-the-mill twenty-two-year-old, and he’s seen enough horror movies about evil nuns to be a little skeptical of the orphanage where Matt grew up. 

Foggy tries to bring it up one night in early October when they’re both getting ready for bed and he sees another flash of Matt’s muscular bare back.

“Hey, Mattothy?” Foggy asks, trying to sound as casual and nonchalant as possible.

Matt pushes his head through the top of his hoodie and is adorably unaware of how messy his hair is when he turns to face Foggy. “Yes, Foggward?”

“What’s the deal with all the scars, man? Are you in, like, a secret ninja fight club or something?”

Matt pales a little bit before letting out the most forced laugh Foggy’s ever heard. “No, it’s a… it’s a long story, Fog. Maybe I’ll tell you later.”

Matt definitely won’t be telling him later, Foggy knows that much. Clearly he doesn’t want to share with the class, though, so Foggy begrudgingly lets it go for now. “Alright, bud,” he says after a moment of raising an eyebrow that Matt can’t see. “Well, I’m calling it a night.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Matt says with a reserved smile.

Foggy flicks off the lamp on his nightstand and lays back on his pillow, trying not to form theories about all Matt’s scars as he drifts off.

><><><

Two nights ago, Matt gave Foggy the best blowjob he’s ever given, and he’s been riding the high ever since. He knew that Foggy was attracted to him, of course. Knew it from the moment he stepped into their dorm for the first time and all of Foggy’s blood immediately flew south for the winter, but to find out that that attraction was more than just physical, that’s the part that Matt didn’t expect. Matt’s never had a friend like Foggy before, and he’s pretty sure that for a while he just thought that all best friends gave each other dreams about getting married and retiring to a lakeside cabin, but now he knows better.

This thing between them is so new it’s barely even a “thing”, just kissing and giddy laughter, but it’s still the best thing that’s ever happened to Matt. Better than putting on his first testosterone patch, better than legally changing his name to Matthew Michael, even better than running his fingers over his chest for the first time once the bandages were off. Remembering all those moments, though, reminds Matt of the one thing that might ruin this amazing new thing he and Foggy have between them. For now, Foggy hasn’t actually asked to sleep with him yet, for now, Foggy hasn’t discovered the box of T patches tucked away under Matt’s bed, for now, Foggy doesn’t know that Matthew Michael Murdock has only been Matthew Michael Murdock for three years.

So anyway, two days after clumsily stuttering through a confession and smiling into a first kiss and kneeling slowly in front of Foggy, the two of them are getting ready for bed. Matt’s only just pulled his hoodie off over his head when Foggy speaks up from his bed.

“Hey, Matty,” he says before Matt can put on a sleep shirt. “Come over here.”

Matt awkwardly holds up a t-shirt and quietly asks, “Can I just–”

“Nope,” Foggy laughs. “I don’t think you know how hot you are if you’re that eager to put a shirt back on. You do realize that six packs are actually incredibly attractive, right?”

Matt feels heat rush to his face and makes his way to Foggy’s bed. “Uh, I guess? I didn’t really know if what I could feel was very visible, in my defense.”

Foggy just scoffs and pulls Matt onto the bed with him, wriggling around until they’re both laying side-by-side, facing each other. Once they’re both settled in, Foggy pushes forward and kisses Matt gently, like a compliment. Matt smiles as he pulls away, and he can feel Foggy’s eyes roaming over his body.

After a moment, Foggy’s breath catches and he finally asks, “Will you actually tell me where you got all these scars?” Matt’s heart drops and before he can object, Foggy cuts back in. “And you’ve already evaded the question once. You’re not ‘long story’-ing your way out of this one, mister.”

Matt feels his mouth go dry and tries to keep his cool. He hesitates for a second, then shifts on the bed so he’s lying on his back, face still pointed at Foggy. If Foggy can’t see the two on his back, maybe Matt won’t have to tell him about Stick. He cautiously raises a hand to run over the scar across his shoulder.

“This one,” he starts, “is from my accident. It wasn’t very deep, but it was still too long to go without stitches.” The breath that Foggy lets out is shallow and sad, so Matt attempts to lighten the mood as he describes the one on his belly. “This one comes with a very exciting and dramatic backstory. I got it when I faced off against an evil foe named appendicitis.”

Foggy thankfully laughs at that, but soon he goes quiet. “What about the ones on your chest?” He lays a gentle finger on the puckered skin below Matt’s nipple and Matt feels his pulse skyrocket and bile threaten to gather at the back of his throat.

He’d hoped he’d get a little bit more time with Foggy before telling him, hoped he’d get just a couple of weeks of being loved by someone who viewed him as a man without question. He knows that everything’s about to change now, though. If he’s lucky, Foggy will just let him down easy, they can finish out the semester as distant, awkward roommates, and then Foggy will request a room change for the spring term. If he’s not lucky… well, Matt doesn’t want to think about what will happen if he’s not lucky.

Foggy must notice Matt’s demeanor change, because he shifts a little closer to him on the bed and rests a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Matt? I’m sorry if I crossed a line or something, you don’t have to talk about it if–”

“No, Foggy,” Matt cuts him off, “it’s okay. I, um… this is something you need to know about, before this thing we have goes any further.” Matt takes a deep breath and turns his face  up towards the ceiling. “I’m transgender. The scars are from when I had my… my breasts removed.”

Foggy goes completely still next to him, so Matt swallows the lump in his throat and tries to continue as confidently as he can. “I came out a few years ago, but I’ve always been this way, you know? I just couldn’t really talk about it at St. Agnes. My dad left me some money, and you know I’ve picked up some tutoring jobs, and a lot of that money goes towards…” Matt trails off and clears his throat. He’s almost done, just a little bit more and then he can let Foggy be disgusted. “So I– I came out sophomore year of undergrad, and I changed my name, and I have these patches I wear with hormones in them. I, um… sorry that this probably isn’t what you were expecting.”

Foggy doesn’t say a word for a moment, just breathes slowly through his open mouth. In a small voice, he finally says, “You, um, you have a… a bulge, though?”

Matt feels the weight of his packer from where it rests against him in his boxer-briefs and blushes what must be a bright red. “It’s fake. It’s a silicone thing so I can, you know, use a urinal and stuff.” When Foggy stays silent, Matt finally turns his face back towards him and feels a rebel tear slip out of the corner of his eye. He wishes he’d kept his glasses on. “Foggy? Can you please say something?”

“Matty, I don’t–” Foggy cuts himself off, then moves to prop himself up on his elbow. “You didn’t think I’d wanna end things over this, did you?” 

Matt’s jaw drops open and he flushes again. “I, uh… kinda?”

“Is this why you didn’t want me to… reciprocate, the other night?”

“Yeah,” Matt admits before pushing himself up to lean against Foggy’s headboard.

Foggy sighs and seems to weigh his words. “I’ve never met anyone else who’s… like you. I’m definitely surprised, but… Matty, I really like you. I think you’re smart and funny and kind and, like, really hot, and none of that changes just ‘cause you’re– ‘cause you used to be–” Foggy stops mid-sentence and lets out a heavy breath. “Shit, I’m probably saying this all wrong. What I mean is that I care about you a lot, Matt, and I wanna keep doing all the… kissing and stuff. I don’t care if you don’t have a dick or if you used to have boobs or anything like that.”

Matt laughs wetly and lets the relief wash over him. “Thank you, Fog.”

“Is it weird that I said ‘boobs’?” Foggy asks with a shaky laugh. “I feel like ‘boobs’ was an inappropriate word for the gravity of this conversation.”

“No,” Matt gets through in between giggles, “you’re an adult, you’re allowed to say ‘boobs’. It’s not like I have them anymore, anyway.”

Foggy smiles and gets a little more serious again. “I’m attracted to you as a man, okay, Matt? Like, you were the confirmation that I’m not straight. I wanna make sure you know that.”

“Thank you, Foggy,” Matt says again, still smiling. Foggy leans over and kisses him hungrily and Matt kisses right back. Matt feels Foggy’s lips on his own, and every movement feels like a promise, like he’s pressing Matt’s name into his own mouth.

Foggy pulls away after a few minutes and lays a hand on Matt’s hip. “You know, if you’re okay with me going, uh, down there, I’d be happy to… return the favor from the other day.”

Matt blushes for the hundredth time that night and his whole body starts to fill with warmth. This is what he thought he’d never get, this is the dream scenario that he barely ever let himself consider for fear of disappointing himself. He nods as Foggy starts to undo his fly, and drops his head back down on the pillow. 

Now this is the best thing to ever happen to Matt.

[f4gdilf]

𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝘅 𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗔/𝗡; 𝗜 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗹. 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗗𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 @sinfulcries 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦; 𝟭,𝟱𝟮𝟴

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦; 𝗗𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗝𝗢𝗕𝗦, 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬, 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗫, 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦, 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗞.

You could barely remember when this exchange first started.

One second, you were chatting with the Number One pro hero, Deku, Taking him on a small lunch date and before you knew it, you two were involved in an even more sexual relationship.

To be honest, You didn’t know you Two were sinning as much as you were. Deku never told you about his girlfriend, A fellow pro hero named Uravity.

You know...Uraraka Ochako, Current Number 5 in rescue heroes.

Your eyes narrowed towards Izuku as his built frame entered your apartment, Looking pathetically chaotic. It's likely because his patrol ended an hour ago and he probably hurried here. He knew you saw the news about him and Uraraka dating since high school.

Your large hand gripped lightly at your favorite mug filled with warm black coffee “so..” you took a loud sip, warmth filling your entire body “..why are you here? Don't you feel bad about cheating on your girlfriend?” you mocked, steamy mug still rested on your lips “or did you perhaps come to say farewell?”

“S-sir..” you rolled your eyes. he only calls you that in bed, no wonder he came without saying anything. The Little Bitch wants some goodbye sex.

Midoriya bit his lip in nervousness, impatience filled him. He took a step forward, Feet encased in the Shaggy carpet below him. You eyed him curiously, watching as he removed any leftover space between your bodies.

You held out a hand, stopping him momentarily before he got too close. Izuku grimaced as his cheeks lit up in disgrace. This was embarrassing enough to crawl to you like some slut. You should be crawling towards him, begging to fuck him instead.

For some reason, he kind of liked the humiliation, his small cock twitching in need and anticipation. His abdomen felt like there was a fire igniting inside of it. And a small sheepish smile worked itself on his delicate face as his rough hands gripped the one that was holding him off.

Curiosity and arouse was the only thing you could feel right now. His hands placed yours and moved it towards his crotch. “I came here for you, sir” his calm voice called out as your guided hand finally arrived at its destination.

His grip softened onto your lone hand. His small cock was rock hard, you could feel it pressing against you from behind the thick fabric that trapped it. You undid his sturdy belt and let his pants fall towards his bruised knees. Oh would you look at this, the slut didn't bother to wear underwear today.

It surprised you that Uraraka stayed with him for this long, his small cock looked like it could barely get anyone off. It hardly reached under his belly button. The cock itself looked very pretty though. The head isn’t bulbous or red, but it’s rather a nice shade of pink. He takes consideration of himself down there. He trims, cleans, and even gets waxes to make sure everything looks hairless and smooth.

Your hand clutched tighter onto his pathetic cock making him whine and shudder. “You like that? Little slut..” you insulted, Itching to bend him over and take him from behind right then and there.

Your fingers grazed upon him, stroking and pulling across his length. Izuku’s whines began to grow louder as your torment continued. “P-please sir I'm gonna c-cum” he stuttered, trembling and rough hands grabbing onto anything he could reach.

“Cumming already? We just started~” Your smooth and silky voice teased, “Aren’t you ashamed for Fucking an innocent civilian while your girlfriend is probably risking her life on the streets?” your stroking pace ceased for a moment, eyes pointing towards his Pretty face now.

He flushed heavily, head turned to the side in hopes you wouldn't see how flustered he was. Izuku mumbled something that your ears could barely pick up “hmm not that I care anyway, you're only an onahole to use.” you glared.

You moved from his cock and clenched his small hips, the Wide bones felt like they were poking from the thick skin coating it. Other than that, His milky skin felt soft and smooth, he puts on lotion and other body products before bed so it would make sense.

You stood hastily, Izuku didn't have time to comprehend the sharp movement before you snatched his left arm and speedily walked towards the bathroom. Like hell you'd let this slut’s cum get onto your expensive mattress.

Midoriya unwillingly trembled at your manhandling, although you were just a plain civilian, and Midoriya could easily push you off, he didn’t.

Because he was a cum slut and would spread his legs for anyone.

You caught sight of the Shower knob and twisted it tightly so the showerhead above would start. And so it did. Warm water in multiple heavy spurts rained onto you both.

Clothes Started clinging on bodies, water started wetting hair, and Bodies started warming up.

Izuku stumbled for a bit, drunk off of a deterred orgasm. before shakily pulling his wet clothing off of him until he was fully nude. It wasn't anything you haven't seen before.

“Are you fucking with me? One time wasn't enough for you?” You scoffed after seeing the numerous Hickeys lacing his fair-skinned neck. It seemed like this slut and Ochako has been Fucking recently. Unless he'd been cheating with someone entirely different.

“Your girlfriend couldn't satisfy your needs, slut?" You grumbled, "or perhaps do you just yearn for the highs of cheating?"

Izuku could get off a million times with that explicit mouth of yours. It filled him with Joy watching you get jealous.

He craved more.

No, needed more.

You had everything Uraraka didn't, it's like he was meant to end up with you instead. Uraraka couldn't satisfy his desires, she was always too soft during sex and only treated him like glass.

He needed a big fat cock to worship and fuck every day, she obviously didn't have that so that's where you came to play.

You made him work for your pleasure and not the other way around. He was made just for you.

“Bend over and show me my prize” you dictated, too impatient for foreplay and just wanting to punish this disgusting whore. A couple of tense seconds passed. “Did you not fucking hear me? I said bend. Over.” You watched as Izuku gave a feeble nod before twisting and presenting his ass for you.

Your smooth hands moved lightly on his milky pale cheeks, they felt like clouds in the palm of your hands. His ass was definitely the reason you continued hooking up with him. It was like touching two soft marshmallows. Soon enough Izuku inhaled sharply as your hand came down harsh on his ass. The pain was duplicated with the high pressured water pelting over him.

Of course, you didn't care if he was in pain. The jiggle from his cheeks looks amazing and almost delectable.

You followed up with three more harsh whacks across his arse, reaching further than a dozen or so blindingly rapid blows, and Midoriya nibbled on his lips, trying his hardest not to jerk away from the successive blows. He didn't want to disappoint you, though Just the thought of you getting mad enough to fuck him for hours made his tiny cock twitch in need.

"P-please...sir.." Midoriya wailed. The teasing was starting to get too much for him. Izuku’s legs quiver by the time you ceased landing blows onto his arse which was pretty pink at the second. You could easily deduce the marks of your hands.

Midoriya cried submissively as the pain was frigid, fierce, and much more severe, far more harsher than the other times you've basically made his arse a bongo drum. considering you didn't have an intense job, What kind of innocent civilian is this strong?

You yanked Izuku’s hips, and whirled him so his ass hit the tiled wall, he let out a relieved cry. the icy tiles comforted his stinging ass.

You pinned Izuku closely against the tile wall, your hips dwelling against his. Your thick cock grazing upon his dainty flesh. You briefly glimpsed low at Izuku, shaking your head when you spot his erection.

"Hm, you dirty slut. Getting off on me degrading you" you smirked, gouging your nail into the slit seeping with a drastic amount of precum.

The sharp pain made Midoriya shudder, clenching around your wrist.

"Mm, sir..." Midoriya whimpered, "...please, please...fuck me, I'll do anything.." your narrowed eyes widened in surprise, honestly considering the offer “Anything, you say?” your voice traveled through the steaming shower as you leaned in closer to his right ear.

“Even break up with your girlfriend?” You whispered, tongue peeking out and glazing on his outer ear, across the helix and trailing downward before lightly biting down.

Izuku moaned quietly “O-of course sir, I'll do anything” that certainly wasn't a lie- the man would do absolutely anything for another taste of that thick muscle between your legs. Even separate from the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. And you know why? Because he's your desperate slut.

[i-like-5sos]

Let’s Skip Dinner Tonight [Jealous!Calum Oneshot]

Pairing: Calum Hood x reader

Word count: 3085 (not sorry)

Warnings: Mention of bruising hips, sexual themes, swearing.

Summary: You and Cal are getting ready to head out for dinner when you bring up Luke, causing Calum to get jealous.

"Hurry up Y/N I'm going to die of starvation" Calum yells up from the bottom of the stairs while you’re looking at yourself in the mirror, finishing up your mascara. You let out a soft sigh and roll your eyes.

"You literally ate like 30 minutes ago you brat" you call back as you close the mascara tube and put it away in the drawer.  

"Yeah... your point? I'm a growing boy Y/N, I need food or I’m gonna die.” Calum complains as you hear him begin to walk up the stairs towards you.

You ignore his whining and he stops- but only for a moment.

“I'm sooo hungry babe." He cries out dramatically as you make your way to meet him at the top of the staircase.

Calum stands on the top step -only a couple of inches shorter than you at this level- looking up at you with soft eyes. You know he’s about to begin complaining again but you can’t help but smile when seeing how handsome he looks in his white button-up shirt. Just as you begin to lean in for a kiss, you see the corner of his mouth twitch into a slight smirk, and you know what’s about to happen.

“Y/N... please… I don’t think…. I can… go… on.” He says, pretending to collapse beside you on the hallway floor. "Tell Michael… he gets none of my shit". He throws the back of his hand to his forehead for an extra flair of dramatics.

You carefully step over his long torso and being your march down the stairs, laughing at this man-child that you happen to call your boyfriend.

"I'll be sure to let him know after dinner" you say before opening the closet to examine which pair of heels to wear tonight.

From the corner of your eye you see Calum prop himself up on his elbow and look at you with his eyebrows raised.

"Don't you care at all that I'm dead over here?!" He shoots you a saddened look through the pair of his famous puppy dog eyes - fully equipped with the quivering pouty bottom lip.

"You know, since you've mentioned it… I'm sure Luke would be down to get nasty with me now that you're out of the way" you say as you fix your hair in the mirror on the closet door before turning to face your boyfriend, who was now sitting up.

His eyes were no longer filled with false sadness, but instead with a light flame of jealousy. You give him a soft smirk before trying to push your luck.

"I bet the things the fans say are true," you look back to the mirror, pretending to fix the lipstick on the corner of your mouth with your finger before continuing, "he's probably really good in bed... I bet he knows a thing or two," you turn your attention back to Calum at this point, well aware that you’re pushing his buttons, “if you know what I mean."

He sits at the top of the staircase clearly clenching his jaw while shaking his head. You’ve always loved how crazy he gets when you bring up Luke, knowing that before you started dating Calum, he was sure you had a thing for Luke (no matter how many times you’d tell him otherwise). To keep yourself from giggling at the obviously jealous man on the steps, you turn your attention back to your shoe collection.

"Hey babe, what shoes do you think will match my soon-to-be hip bruises from Luke?" You say, holding up both a black and blue pair of strappy heels.

That was the last straw and you knew it. Before you could dare to add anything else, you hear Calum stomping down the stairs, and soon after, feel the heat of his body standing behind you. You then feel the grip of his hands planted firmly on your hips, squeezing you tightly.

"The only one that’s going to be leaving bruises on your hips is going to be me, you got that?" He whispers in a low, husky voice onto the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You lick your bottom lip as your body tenses at the thought.

"Oh yeah?" You say smirking at his reflection in the mirror, taking in how ridiculously hot he looks when he’s jealous. "No offence babe, but I don't think you have it in you."

Calum’s hands grip you tighter before spinning you around, causing you to drop the two pairs of shoes. Now that you’re facing him, you can smell the cologne you had gotten him for his Birthday earlier this year. Taking an intoxicating deep breath, you looked up to meet his fiery brown eyes.

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" He says in a low voice before sliding his hands off your hips and onto your ass, pulling you against his body, leaving no room between the two of you.

You look up at him with a heavy breath, “Do your worst, Hood”.

With that he becomes unhinged as he lifts you up onto his waist. Within seconds he's got you slammed back-first against the cold front door and has his lips crashing into yours. Your kiss is like a wildfire fueled with jealousy and lust. His tongue explores your mouth with need and dominance, and the both of you only break apart for seconds of much needed air between each passionate kiss. Somewhere in your mind you notice the lack of support behind your back as Calum guides you away from the door, gripping your ass tightly and leading you both up the stairs toward your bedroom. You break away from the kiss to nibble at the sweet spot on his neck as the distance between the two of you and the bedroom disappeared. Once in the room, you kick the door shut behind you as Calum flips on the light switch.

"So you know just who's 'getting nasty' with you." He murmurs against your lips before kissing you hard.

He suddenly releases his lips from yours, and as you reach out to try and reconnect them, he’s gone, and you suddenly realize you’re falling onto the bed. Your body bounces softly as it hits the mattress, and in the time it takes for it to settle on the sheets, Calum has already begun ripping his clingy white button-up off. Following his lead, you pull off your dark red blouse to reveal your smooth torso and his favourite black lacy bra. You see his eyes deepen with lust as you blink slowly at the tall, gorgeously tan brunette in front of you. You watch as he takes a deep breath in and lick his lips before undoing his black leather belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulls them down in one swift motion then kicks them off. Calum then slowly creeps onto the bed and stops once he’s over your legs. You watch his eyes as they leave yours and drop to your black dress pants. Before you can process what he’s doing, Calum is on his knees, yanking your black bottoms off and smirking at the sight of your matching lacy black panties.

"Did you dress up for me Y/N?" he asks in a smug tone continuing to crawl over you and stopping to hover over your torso.

You smiled softly "It was for Luke" you say shrugging, before turning your soft smile into a smirk. 

He lets out a low growl and clenches his jaw before sitting back onto his knees and pulling down your panties. The rush of cool air hits your lower half and you continue to watch Calum, who is now biting his lip and becoming noticeably harder by the second. He adjusts his body and glides closer to your legs, before spreading them slightly open and biting harder into his bottom lip while inhaling deeply through his nose. You wait impatiently for him to begin what you so desperately need him to do.

The two of you lock eyes as he leans forward, supporting himself up with his left arm, his face inches towards yours and he kisses you softly once, twice, three times before allowing the kiss to deepen and grow passionately. The two of you stay this way for a few minutes before you feel a hand being to trace the curves of your collarbone, then slide into your bra to caress your left breast as your kiss deepens further. His hand then leaves the warmth of your bra and continues to trace the patterns of your skin down your stomach and then up your thigh before pushing your left leg further from the right and sliding his hand into your inner thigh towards your heat.

Calum begins the way he always does, by slowly and softly rubbing his thumb around your most sensitive spot, triggering a soft moan to escape your lips and hit his. You feel his smirk against your lips as you push back lustfully into the kiss. You feel him then slowly slide a long finger inside of you before pulling it out at the same pace and repeating this action twice more, before adding another finger once he feels you’re ready for it. He then beings to repeat the action again with both fingers. You bite down on Calum’s bottom lip to distract yourself from moaning again as he begins to quicken the pace before then resuming his previous technique of rubbing small circles against you with his thumb. You’re coming undone at his touch and he knows it.

Even with the distraction of his full bottom lip between your teeth, you still manage to let out a soft moan in disagreement at the sudden loss of pleasure, as he slides his fingers out before breaking away and pulling his lip free. You open your eyes to see him and proceed to give him a needy look. Calum then licks his fingers and smirks as he leans down to give you one last kiss on the lips before doing the same to your jaw, collarbone, in between your breasts, above your belly button, and finally, one last kiss on your left hip bone. Calum’s lust-filled dark brown eyes look up to meet yours once more before he drops his head to focus on his next project. 

He blows a small gust of wind onto your core before kissing your most tender area, sending a shiver down your spine and causing you to buck up into the fresh touch. He takes his hands and places them onto your hips before pushing your torso back onto the bed as he begins with the same motion as before, soft circles around you with his tongue, driving you crazy all over again. Your hands move to their signature spot buried deep in his messy dark brown curls. As a response, Calum squeezes your hips then kisses you again before gently sucking on your sweet spot, causing a loud moan to escape your lips. 

“Oh my God. Don’t stop.” You breathe out almost silently.

He hums against you in response. Your head crashes backward as he continues to pleasure you, periodically changing his pace and techniques to drive you wild, in only the way Calum can. As you grip his hair tightly, you feel your high approaching rapidly. Your breathing becomes heavy and the room starts to spin. Then it stops. He stops. You look up at him frantically with wildly pleading eyes and heavy breaths. He meets your gaze and wipes his lower face while smiling at you again before returning to his previous position hovering over top of you. You feel his hard length press against your hip before you grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in for a hot, passionate kiss. He then pulls away from your kiss once again to hover over your body again.

“What gives Calum?” you say breathlessly, in desperate need of his skin on yours.

“Now, now Y/N. You think I’m going to let you tap out this early into the game?” Calum says eyeing you down. “You said you wanted hip bruises. And now you’re gonna get ‘em”.

He pulls off his boxers before reaching behind your back and undoing your bra in one swift motion. You shimmy your arms body out of the black bra before tossing it somewhere onto the floor while Calum reaches into the bedside table for a condom and tears it open with his teeth before sliding it down his impressive length. As always, you are mesmerized by the pure beauty that is your boyfriend’s body. You take a moment to admire his physique as he adjusts himself between your legs.

“You ready babe?” he asks, smirking as he catches you ogling at his body.

“Show me what you’re made of, Baby.” You respond, giddy with anticipation. You know Jealous Calum fucks like no other and you can’t wait any longer for this.

He wastes no time with taking things slow as he slams himself inside of you, causing a soft yelp to release from your mouth. He pulls out just as forcefully before slamming into you again, this time your body accepting it more. He grabs the side of your head with his left hand while supporting himself with his right, and pulls you in for a kiss that matches the intensity of his thrusts. As he continues crashing his hips into yours you begin to feel your high build again.

“Cal… Baby. I- I’m close” you mumble absentmindedly against his lips, lost in your pleasure.

“Don’t you dare” He warns as he thrusts into you hard once more, before pulling you against his chest and rolling the both of you over while making sure not to break your connection.

“Babe, I don’t think I have a choice” you breathe against his chest.

“You’re right, you don’t. Start riding.” He orders, as he adjusts the both of you so that you’re now sitting upright, on top of him- with him firmly sitting inside of you.

You have no choice but to do as you’re told as you begin slowly rising off of your boyfriend’s hips and falling back down at the same pace, trying not to set yourself over the edge. As you’re about to lift up slowly again, you pause to catch a look at Calum’s face. His eyes are closed, and his head is tilted back in pleasure, leaving his mouth slightly agape. You lean in to kiss him and his head snaps forward, eyes open and meeting your gaze.

“Did I say stop?” He asks in a sharp tone. You know him well enough to hear the want and need in his voice, but also well enough to know he means business.

You begin your slow assent again, continuing to try and prevent your climax as best as you can. Just as you reach the top of his length and are about to drop slowly again, you feel him thrust up and crash into you once more, sending a wave on pleasure through your body and escaping your mouth as a loud moan.

“Fuck, Cal. How do you expect me to last when you do that?” You plea, trying to distract yourself with anything to keep the focus off of your impending orgasm.

Calum lets out a deep groan, too focused on his task to bother replying to you as he grips your hips hard and starts thrusting deep and forcefully into you with no regard. That was it. You feel the room spin again as your body starts to tense. There’s no turning back now, as he smashes into you again. You throw your head back and yell out your boyfriend’s name in nothing but ecstasy, as he causes you to reach your limit, coming undone around him.

You breathe frantically as you come down from your high before you open your eyes to meet the dismayed glare of Calum.

“What did I say Y/N?” Scolds Calum as he grips your hips harder.

“Well, what did you expect?” You reply, breathlessly.

He raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head.

“It’s my turn now.” He states as he thrusts into you again, causing a shock-wave of pleasure to be sent through your now overly sensitive body.

“Oh, fuck me” You say softly rolling your head back again.

“With pleasure” you hear him reply before leaning in and sucking on your neck, knowing he would -no doubt- be leaving a mark.

He thrusts hard into you again while using your hips to push your body even closer to his. You feel a new powerful wave of pleasure crash over you with every thrust, and soon enough, you feel yourself begin to ascend again. Luckily, by the sound of Calum’s short breath you know he’s close too. With a few more deep thrusts, you come undone once more, this time pulling his body up to yours and holding him close in your arms as you dig your nails into his back. You moan loudly into the side of his neck, just below his ear so he can hear just what he does to you.

“Fuck.” He breathes as the sound of your second orgasm sets him off, he twitches inside of you, thrusting once more as he reaches his high.

His lips find yours again as he kisses you tiredly with nothing but love and admiration. The two of you drop back down onto the bed and he holds you softly in his arms.

“I love you, Calum” you say softly into his chest, feeling his quick heartbeat under your head.

“More than Luke?” He asks quietly.

You look up to see a slightly insecure look hidden somewhere in his face.

“Babe-“ you start, and sigh deeply before continuing. “ Calum, I love you more than anything-or anyone”. You lean up and kiss him on the nose “And for the record you definitely had it in you.”

He perks up and smirks slightly. “How’re your hips?”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say either pair of heels will match my hips now.” You giggle softly, shaking your head.

“Good.” He leans in and kisses you once again. “So…”

“So, what?” You ask, shooting him a slightly confused look.

“Are going to grab dinner or what? I’m starving.” He jokes with a cheeky smile as you grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it.

[pink-peony-princess]

A Late Night Call

-Katie-

"Shawn" I called into the darkness, wanting the comfort of my boyfriend. We lived together in a house, along with his friends,Brian, Connor and Dave -who also happened to be my older brother.

When no response came, I started to get worried, I had been feeling unwell for the last several days, running fevers and feeling generally blah, but I had just woken up to bad pain in my abdomen. I had always hated being sick- not only because it obviously wasn't fun, but because I had a fear of doctors and hospitals. Something which wasn't helped by the fact my brother, my boyfriend and their friends were all doctors of some description. As a result, I had tried to avoid medical intervention as much as possible for pretty much my entire life, so twenty years, which both Dave and Shawn as Emergency physicians were not happy about.

Swallowing the lump that was now forming in my throat I called out again, "Shawn!" I tried, louder this time, hoping he had just gotten up to use the bathroom.

"Katie?" I heard a sleepy voice ask, before someone switched the lamp on beside my bed, causing me to close my eyes immediately. "Katie, what wrong honey?" I recognised the voice now as my older brother, I could hear the concern in his tone. "The heat pack didn't help?" he asked, sitting beside me and sighing.

"I hurt D," I whimpered, trying to move closer to him to gain some comfort, while not causing myself anymore pain.

"What do you mean it hurts?" he asked, switching into 'doctor mode'. I hated it when he did this, but even I knew that I needed help. Something wasn't right, and my only hope to get it fixed was letting my brother do his job. "I thought you just felt sick?" he asked, taking my hand to check my pulse.

"I did," I started, "Well, I had an achy tummy, around here," I explained, pointing to around my belly button. "But now it's REALLY hurting," I cried, just wanting him to make it stop.

"It's okay, I'm going to call Shawn okay? Bri!" he called, getting up and grabbing my cell phone of my bedside table, speed dialling Shawn's number.

"What's wrong David?" Bri grumbled, "It's two in the morning for goodness sake. I need my sleep man!" Dave just pointed, directing Brian's attention to me silently, waiting for Shawn to pick-up.

"Oh Katie, what's wrong buddy?" he asked, grabbing a tissue from the side table, before sitting down and gently wiping away the moisture that had accumulated from my face.

"Just make it stop!" I begged, trying desperately to find a more comfortable way to lie, trying to ignore the sharp pain that was now my sole focus.

A few more minutes past in which Brian tried, with almost no luck to calm me, telling me that everything would be okay. Dave took the phone away from his ear. "He must be in the middle of a consult, I kept getting the dial tone, I'll try in a few more minutes," he spoke, coming to sit by my side again.

"Care to explain what's going on?" Brian asked, reaching for more tissues, the ones he had been using, now soaked and laying dis-guarded on the mattress.

My brother looked at me sympathetically, before turning his attention to his friend. "I'm not totally sure myself. I just got up to use the toilet and heard her crying and calling out to Shawn."

"What's up Missy?" Brian asked again, trying to get something useful out of me. When I didn't answer for fear of crying again, he sighed, and rested his hand again my forehead. It was calming, having physical contact, something to take my mind of my current state. "Dave, pass me the thermometer," he uttered. "She's got a fever, when was the last time her temperature was taken?" he asked, as he held it in my ear, waiting for it to beep.

"About- three hours ago," Daveresponded.

"Yep thirty-nine on the dot," Dave spoke moving the instrument away from me. "You have quite the fever Katie," he told me, moving to get the water bottle which Shawn had placed on the wardrobe, helping me to take small sips of the liquid.

"No wonder you're feeling so horrendous," Dave chimed as fixed my blanket up.

"Katie, where is the pain exactly?" Bri asked, sitting up, and moving the blanket aside.

"Here," I told him pointing once again to the spots I had shown D.

They shared a dark look between themselves, before Brian spoke up. "Katie, I need you to lie down again okay, I need to have a feel of your tummy." As he said this, Dave helped me to lay back, making sure that I was as comfortable as I could be, given the current situation. "Can I pull this up?" Brian asked, gesturing to my bed-shirt once I was situated the way they wanted me.

"He' will be as gentle as possible okay," Dave, tried to reassure me, taking my hand.

He felt around for a minute, before hitting the one spot on my right side. The pain was unbearable, and I nearly broke Dave's hand from holding it so tightly. "Please stop!" I begged, hot tears rolling down my face once again.

"I'm sorry Katie," Brian apologised, pulling my clothes back down.

"What's wrong with me D?" I asked, turning to my brother, who was now watching Brian very carefully.

"I can't be sure-" Brian started, "Dave, she hasn't had her appendix out has she?" he checked, watching me closely.

"No, she hasn't. Is that what you're thinking?" he asked, reaching for my phone that he had placed back only moments earlier.

"Well, I can't be sure until we run the usual tests, but when I just felt around that section of the abdomen was firm, and given the pain and fever, it wouldn't be surprising."

I couldn't work out if it made me anxious that Brian was talking like this. On the one hand, he was one of the best surgeons in the area, and the head of General Surgery at the hospital the guys worked at. On the flip side though, he was talking about my appendix, and running tests, and although I didn't understand exactly what this meant for me at that moment, I knew it probably wouldn't be good.

"I'm going to call Connor, let him know what's happening, try to get through to Luke again," he told Dave as he got up and left the room.

The room was quite for a few moments again, as Dave called Shawn again, this time though, it connected and I heard Shawn's muffled voice down the line.

"Shawn yeah it's me Dave, can you come home, it's urgent. Katie's woken in bad pain, we're thinking it could be her appendix, but she's been asking for you for the better part of twenty minutes now, and I doubt she'll let anyone else move her," he was quiet for a moment, before turning and handing the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you."

-Third Person-

"Shawn?" Katie whispered, down the line.

Hearing his love in so much pain broke the young doctor's heart. "I'm right here babe. I'm on my way," he spoke as he ran out the main doors and into the rain. Only stopping momentarily to let an emergency vehicle through.

"It hurts," Katie cried, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. She was usually strong, so for her to be in this emotional state, he knew the pain must be bad.

"Just hang tight for a few, I'll be there soon, Dave will look after you."

Dave and Brian, who had both heard the end of their conversation smiled.

The hospital was only five minutes from the house, but it took what felt like eternity for Shawn to come crashing through the door.

Katie could see from his attire that Shawn had been on-call, and immediately felt bad for pulling her boyfriend away from his responsibilities.

"Oh honey," he whispered, bending down to kneel beside the bed, kissing her forehead gently. "How long has she been like this?" he questioned, turning to his friends.

"I found her like this," Dave explained, pain clear on his face as he watched his little sister with sympathy.

"I'm sorry," Katie muttered, hiding her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, just wanting the world to melt away.

"For what?" Shawn asked, moving back to look at his girlfriend. "There is nothing more important than you," he declared, kissing her gently again.

"I think we need to get you to the hospital Katie-Kat," Dave announced, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"No please," she begged, fear consuming her, her chest tightening at the thought of being in one of the places she hated the most.

"But we'll be able to give you pain meds there, and besides we don't have the right equipment here to deal with this. If something goes wrong, it could be very dangerous babe," Shawn tried to reason, feeling horrible that they couldn't just keep her at home and sort it out there.

"Promise?" she whispered, feeling helpless as she looked between her boyfriend and brother.

"We promise," they responded immediately, before starting to gather the necessary items for the trip to the hospital.

Five minutes later, Katie was wrapped in a blanket, Dave and Shawn having worked together to shift her off the bed, without causing any more pain, something which Katie found miraculous.

"You ready Princess?" Shawn asked, bundling Katie up in his arms, and making his way down to the car. They had decided that it would be quicker to drive, than wait for an ambulance, especially given that they had direct access to the urgent care unit.

Brian had called Connor on the way there, informing him that they would be needing a bed, and possibly an O.R., which Connor had no trouble securing as not only was he Deputy Head of General Surgery at the hospital, and well- respected by his colleagues, but the patient in question was the girlfriend and sister of the two most highly qualified doctors in the area.

The ride to the hospital was not pleasant, every little bump in the road sending white-hot pain through the affected area, Katie, being completely worn out physically and emotionally, was nothing more than a weeping mess when they finally made it to the entrance. Shawn, who had been trying his hardest to keep his hysterical girlfriend calm, so as not to exacerbate her symptoms, let out an auditory sigh of relief when he spotted, his friend, waiting with a gurney, and several nurses.

"She'll be fine mate," Connor promised, just above a whisper so that only Shawn could hear. He nodded, silently thanking his friend for the words of encouragement. Normally he would have had no issue in a situation like this, in-fact, his job entailed this type of situation daily. However, what Shawn was now finding out, was that no-one had told him what it would be like to deal with a loved one in a situation such as this. And It was horrible.

His heart broke into what felt like a thousand tiny pieces, as Katie let out an agonising cry of pain, when she was placed, however gently onto the gurney, it being lead at a rate of knots down the hospital halls and into a free bay.

Stopping to re-gather himself for a moment, he saw Dave, somehow managing to hold himself together, as he held his sister's hand in a silent show of comfort. Shawn really didn't know how he was doing it, but if her own brother could do it, surely, he could too. Shaking the ever-growing dread that was forming at the pit of his stomach, he ran to start assisting in getting Katie into a semi-stable condition.

"I need a standard dosage of pain medication for an I.V." Dave called, going to stand by his sister's side. "I'm going to get some pain medicine in you okay poppet," he spoke, moving the blankets out the way, freeing Katie's hand.

She groaned, but made no effort to move, alarming the four doctors, who knew only too well, how much she would normally fight the idea of needles.

-Katie-

I was aware of everything going on around me, people rushing in an out of the crowded room, the boys ordering fellow doctors and nurses around, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster the strength to fight anymore.

Shawn sat by me, as Dave set me up with an I.V., administering a dose of pain medicine, which helped almost immediately.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Hmm," I responded, finally feeling a little more content.

The response seemed to satisfy him, as he went quiet, allowing me to close my eyes momentarily.

I wasn't aware that I had drifted off, but I must have, because the next thing I was aware of, was someone calling my name. When I didn't' respond, they tried again.

"Katie, can you open your eyes for me honey?" This time, I did as asked, blinding light clouding my vision temporarily. "How are you feeling?" Brian asked, standing at the end of my bed, chart in hand.

The room was unfamiliar to me. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he chuckled lightly and came to stand by my side. "We just finished surgery," he spoke, making my eyes go wide.

"What happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling scratchy and dry.

"Connor performed an appendectomy," he responded, as he retrieved his stethoscope. "May I?" he asked. When I nodded, he placed the bell on my chest, listening to my heart.

"A what?" I asked, feeling no more informed. "You had your appendix out," he explained in layman's terms so that I could understand it.

"Oh," I was shocked, I knew that I was in pain, but I didn't realise it had been that bad.

"You're quite lucky actually, it ruptured, we caught it just in time, Shawn and Bri were beside themselves."

"Where?" I asked, wanting to know where they were, but not able to get anymore words out, over-whelming tiredness taking over.

"Cafeteria, they should be back in a minute," he reassured me with a smile.

Right on cue Connor, Shawn and Dave all walked through the door, food in hand. When they saw that I was awake, they all stopped running into one another like a set of dominoes.

Connor recovered the fastest, a smile lighting his face as he came over, "So the sleeping beauty has awoken I see."

Shawn looked as if he had been tasered, literally jumping back, forcing Dave to grab him to stop him hitting the ground. The shock only lasted a millisecond though, and before I could take another breath, he was wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest, as if his life depended on it.

"Shawn, gentle," Brian, warned, laughing at his eagerness, but making no move to stop his mate as he hopped onto the bed beside me, forcing our bodies against one another. Feeling his warmth sent a rush of security through me, and I just sat there in silence for a moment, trying to readjust.

Up close I could see the exhaustion, the toll that this had taken on him, his face looked sullen, his eyes puffy and red from crying. "I missed you so much!" he whispered, resting his head in the crook of my neck and breathing heavily. It was a few moments before I realised that he was crying.

"I'm okay," I spoke, smiling, trying my hardest to convince him.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he admitted, kissing me desperately. "We all did."

"How bad?" I asked, almost scared to know the answer. He just looked at me and shook his head. "How bad?" I asked again, this time turning to my brother.

When he saw that I was addressing him, he rushed over, taking me in his arms, and hugging me, though much more carefully then Shawn had. After a moment, he stepped back, resting his hand on my shoulder. I took hold of his hand with my free one, keeping a firm grip on Shawn

"You coded," he spoke as if the words physically pained him to say. I didn't say anything, in truth, I didn't know how to respond, what do you say when someone tells you that you almost died? Everyone was quiet for a moment, just sat taking everything in, me, tracing the tattoos on Shawn's arm absent-mindedly.

Again, Connor, was the one to break the silence. "Katie, I just need to do your vitals okay, and check your wound, and then we'll let you sleep," he bargained, when I grimaced at the idea of being poked and prodded once again. "Just follow the light," he instructed, having pulled a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs. I did as asked, and after a moment, he put it back, telling me there were no problems.

He was quick, Brian writing everything down on the chart, that he was still holding from when they came in.

"I'm just going to pull this up okay?" he checked that it was okay, before doing so. I winced slightly, earning an apologetic smile from Connor. "That's looking good," he spoke, re-dressing it, and re-situating the blankets so that I was kept warm.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Shawn whispered again, kissing my temple.

"I have to pee," I whispered against his cheek, making him laugh.

"Gee way to ruin a romantic moment," Dave snorted as he sat typing on his laptop, causing me to blush, and hide my face in Shawn's chest

"Nah, it's okay, do you want to use the bathroom?" Shawn queried, moving to get off the bed, before moving the pole which held the fluids out of the way.

"As apose to?" I questioned, feeling confused, as he helped me sit up.

"A bed pan," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I just stared at him for a moment, "Okay, so that's not going to happen, to the bathroom we go," he laughed, helping me manoeuvrer my way out of bed.

It was a slow process getting to the toilet, but he was patient, helping me to bare the weight where possible. Once I was situated, he turned, giving me privacy to do my business. Once I was done, and I had successfully been transferred back to my bed, I was able to relax a little more.

"Are you in pain?" Dave asked, watching as I shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard bed.

I nodded,and within moments he was up and administering another dose of pain relievers in the tube sticking out of my arm.

"Thanks D," I mumbled, sleepily, bunking down, and snuggling into Shawn's side to try and stay warm.

"Here, this should help," I heard Dave say, before something extra soft and warm was placed over me. It felt like an electric blanket.

I hummed, finally content, letting myself drift off.

The next few days were okay, well, in between the hourly vitals checks done by the nurses and the daily dressing changes, and not to mention Dave and Connor forcing me to start walking around, something which I grumbled at them about for a solid half hour after the fact.

Finally, five full days after the operation Dave declared that I could go home on the condition that I promised to take it easy, and rest. After making me swear to it three times, he let Shawn remove my I.V. and help me into a wheelchair for the ride out to the car.

The drive home was quiet,Dave letting me rest my head on him as Shawn drove.

When we got home, they helped me up the stairs, all but ordering me to bed, persuading me by promising that we could eat pizza and watch crappy C grade chick-flicks all night.

As I fell asleep to the rise and fall of Shawn's chest, I found myself thinking just how lucky I really was. Lucky that I was alive, and lucky I had the guys to call family.

Reaching up, I pecked Shawn on the check, him leaning down and kissing back. "What was that for?" he asked, a soft smile gracing his face.

"Love you is all," I sighed, resting my head back on his chest, and letting the world fade out. 

[pinkpeonyprincessblog]

A Late Night Call

-Katie-

"Shawn" I called into the darkness, wanting the comfort of my boyfriend. We lived together in a house, along with his friends,Brian, Connor and Dave -who also happened to be my older brother.

When no response came, I started to get worried, I had been feeling unwell for the last several days, running fevers and feeling generally blah, but I had just woken up to bad pain in my abdomen. I had always hated being sick- not only because it obviously wasn't fun, but because I had a fear of doctors and hospitals. Something which wasn't helped by the fact my brother, my boyfriend and their friends were all doctors of some description. As a result, I had tried to avoid medical intervention as much as possible for pretty much my entire life, so twenty years, which both Dave and Shawn as Emergency physicians were not happy about.

Swallowing the lump that was now forming in my throat I called out again, "Shawn!" I tried, louder this time, hoping he had just gotten up to use the bathroom.

"Katie?" I heard a sleepy voice ask, before someone switched the lamp on beside my bed, causing me to close my eyes immediately. "Katie, what wrong honey?" I recognised the voice now as my older brother, I could hear the concern in his tone. "The heat pack didn't help?" he asked, sitting beside me and sighing.

"I hurt D," I whimpered, trying to move closer to him to gain some comfort, while not causing myself anymore pain.

"What do you mean it hurts?" he asked, switching into 'doctor mode'. I hated it when he did this, but even I knew that I needed help. Something wasn't right, and my only hope to get it fixed was letting my brother do his job. "I thought you just felt sick?" he asked, taking my hand to check my pulse.

"I did," I started, "Well, I had an achy tummy, around here," I explained, pointing to around my belly button. "But now it's REALLY hurting," I cried, just wanting him to make it stop.

"It's okay, I'm going to call Shawn okay? Bri!" he called, getting up and grabbing my cell phone of my bedside table, speed dialling Shawn's number.

"What's wrong David?" Bri grumbled, "It's two in the morning for goodness sake. I need my sleep man!" Dave just pointed, directing Brian's attention to me silently, waiting for Shawn to pick-up.

"Oh Katie, what's wrong buddy?" he asked, grabbing a tissue from the side table, before sitting down and gently wiping away the moisture that had accumulated from my face.

"Just make it stop!" I begged, trying desperately to find a more comfortable way to lie, trying to ignore the sharp pain that was now my sole focus.

A few more minutes past in which Brian tried, with almost no luck to calm me, telling me that everything would be okay. Dave took the phone away from his ear. "He must be in the middle of a consult, I kept getting the dial tone, I'll try in a few more minutes," he spoke, coming to sit by my side again.

"Care to explain what's going on?" Brian asked, reaching for more tissues, the ones he had been using, now soaked and laying dis-guarded on the mattress.

My brother looked at me sympathetically, before turning his attention to his friend. "I'm not totally sure myself. I just got up to use the toilet and heard her crying and calling out to Shawn."

"What's up Missy?" Brian asked again, trying to get something useful out of me. When I didn't answer for fear of crying again, he sighed, and rested his hand again my forehead. It was calming, having physical contact, something to take my mind of my current state. "Dave, pass me the thermometer," he uttered. "She's got a fever, when was the last time her temperature was taken?" he asked, as he held it in my ear, waiting for it to beep.

"About- three hours ago," Daveresponded.

"Yep thirty-nine on the dot," Dave spoke moving the instrument away from me. "You have quite the fever Katie," he told me, moving to get the water bottle which Shawn had placed on the wardrobe, helping me to take small sips of the liquid.

"No wonder you're feeling so horrendous," Dave chimed as fixed my blanket up.

"Katie, where is the pain exactly?" Bri asked, sitting up, and moving the blanket aside.

"Here," I told him pointing once again to the spots I had shown D.

They shared a dark look between themselves, before Brian spoke up. "Katie, I need you to lie down again okay, I need to have a feel of your tummy." As he said this, Dave helped me to lay back, making sure that I was as comfortable as I could be, given the current situation. "Can I pull this up?" Brian asked, gesturing to my bed-shirt once I was situated the way they wanted me.

"He' will be as gentle as possible okay," Dave, tried to reassure me, taking my hand.

He felt around for a minute, before hitting the one spot on my right side. The pain was unbearable, and I nearly broke Dave's hand from holding it so tightly. "Please stop!" I begged, hot tears rolling down my face once again.

"I'm sorry Katie," Brian apologised, pulling my clothes back down.

"What's wrong with me D?" I asked, turning to my brother, who was now watching Brian very carefully.

"I can't be sure-" Brian started, "Dave, she hasn't had her appendix out has she?" he checked, watching me closely.

"No, she hasn't. Is that what you're thinking?" he asked, reaching for my phone that he had placed back only moments earlier.

"Well, I can't be sure until we run the usual tests, but when I just felt around that section of the abdomen was firm, and given the pain and fever, it wouldn't be surprising."

I couldn't work out if it made me anxious that Brian was talking like this. On the one hand, he was one of the best surgeons in the area, and the head of General Surgery at the hospital the guys worked at. On the flip side though, he was talking about my appendix, and running tests, and although I didn't understand exactly what this meant for me at that moment, I knew it probably wouldn't be good.

"I'm going to call Connor, let him know what's happening, try to get through to Luke again," he told Dave as he got up and left the room.

The room was quite for a few moments again, as Dave called Shawn again, this time though, it connected and I heard Shawn's muffled voice down the line.

"Shawn yeah it's me Dave, can you come home, it's urgent. Katie's woken in bad pain, we're thinking it could be her appendix, but she's been asking for you for the better part of twenty minutes now, and I doubt she'll let anyone else move her," he was quiet for a moment, before turning and handing the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you."

-Third Person-

"Shawn?" Katie whispered, down the line.

Hearing his love in so much pain broke the young doctor's heart. "I'm right here babe. I'm on my way," he spoke as he ran out the main doors and into the rain. Only stopping momentarily to let an emergency vehicle through.

"It hurts," Katie cried, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. She was usually strong, so for her to be in this emotional state, he knew the pain must be bad.

"Just hang tight for a few, I'll be there soon, Dave will look after you."

Dave and Brian, who had both heard the end of their conversation smiled.

The hospital was only five minutes from the house, but it took what felt like eternity for Shawn to come crashing through the door.

Katie could see from his attire that Shawn had been on-call, and immediately felt bad for pulling her boyfriend away from his responsibilities.

"Oh honey," he whispered, bending down to kneel beside the bed, kissing her forehead gently. "How long has she been like this?" he questioned, turning to his friends.

"I found her like this," Dave explained, pain clear on his face as he watched his little sister with sympathy.

"I'm sorry," Katie muttered, hiding her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, just wanting the world to melt away.

"For what?" Shawn asked, moving back to look at his girlfriend. "There is nothing more important than you," he declared, kissing her gently again.

"I think we need to get you to the hospital Katie-Kat," Dave announced, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"No please," she begged, fear consuming her, her chest tightening at the thought of being in one of the places she hated the most.

"But we'll be able to give you pain meds there, and besides we don't have the right equipment here to deal with this. If something goes wrong, it could be very dangerous babe," Shawn tried to reason, feeling horrible that they couldn't just keep her at home and sort it out there.

"Promise?" she whispered, feeling helpless as she looked between her boyfriend and brother.

"We promise," they responded immediately, before starting to gather the necessary items for the trip to the hospital.

Five minutes later, Katie was wrapped in a blanket, Dave and Shawn having worked together to shift her off the bed, without causing any more pain, something which Katie found miraculous.

"You ready Princess?" Shawn asked, bundling Katie up in his arms, and making his way down to the car. They had decided that it would be quicker to drive, than wait for an ambulance, especially given that they had direct access to the urgent care unit.

Brian had called Connor on the way there, informing him that they would be needing a bed, and possibly an O.R., which Connor had no trouble securing as not only was he Deputy Head of General Surgery at the hospital, and well- respected by his colleagues, but the patient in question was the girlfriend and sister of the two most highly qualified doctors in the area.

The ride to the hospital was not pleasant, every little bump in the road sending white-hot pain through the affected area, Katie, being completely worn out physically and emotionally, was nothing more than a weeping mess when they finally made it to the entrance. Shawn, who had been trying his hardest to keep his hysterical girlfriend calm, so as not to exacerbate her symptoms, let out an auditory sigh of relief when he spotted, his friend, waiting with a gurney, and several nurses.

"She'll be fine mate," Connor promised, just above a whisper so that only Shawn could hear. He nodded, silently thanking his friend for the words of encouragement. Normally he would have had no issue in a situation like this, in-fact, his job entailed this type of situation daily. However, what Shawn was now finding out, was that no-one had told him what it would be like to deal with a loved one in a situation such as this. And It was horrible.

His heart broke into what felt like a thousand tiny pieces, as Katie let out an agonising cry of pain, when she was placed, however gently onto the gurney, it being lead at a rate of knots down the hospital halls and into a free bay.

Stopping to re-gather himself for a moment, he saw Dave, somehow managing to hold himself together, as he held his sister's hand in a silent show of comfort. Shawn really didn't know how he was doing it, but if her own brother could do it, surely, he could too. Shaking the ever-growing dread that was forming at the pit of his stomach, he ran to start assisting in getting Katie into a semi-stable condition.

"I need a standard dosage of pain medication for an I.V." Dave called, going to stand by his sister's side. "I'm going to get some pain medicine in you okay poppet," he spoke, moving the blankets out the way, freeing Katie's hand.

She groaned, but made no effort to move, alarming the four doctors, who knew only too well, how much she would normally fight the idea of needles.

-Katie-

I was aware of everything going on around me, people rushing in an out of the crowded room, the boys ordering fellow doctors and nurses around, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster the strength to fight anymore.

Shawn sat by me, as Dave set me up with an I.V., administering a dose of pain medicine, which helped almost immediately.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Hmm," I responded, finally feeling a little more content.

The response seemed to satisfy him, as he went quiet, allowing me to close my eyes momentarily.

I wasn't aware that I had drifted off, but I must have, because the next thing I was aware of, was someone calling my name. When I didn't' respond, they tried again.

"Katie, can you open your eyes for me honey?" This time, I did as asked, blinding light clouding my vision temporarily. "How are you feeling?" Brian asked, standing at the end of my bed, chart in hand.

The room was unfamiliar to me. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he chuckled lightly and came to stand by my side. "We just finished surgery," he spoke, making my eyes go wide.

"What happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling scratchy and dry.

"Connor performed an appendectomy," he responded, as he retrieved his stethoscope. "May I?" he asked. When I nodded, he placed the bell on my chest, listening to my heart.

"A what?" I asked, feeling no more informed. "You had your appendix out," he explained in layman's terms so that I could understand it.

"Oh," I was shocked, I knew that I was in pain, but I didn't realise it had been that bad.

"You're quite lucky actually, it ruptured, we caught it just in time, Shawn and Bri were beside themselves."

"Where?" I asked, wanting to know where they were, but not able to get anymore words out, over-whelming tiredness taking over.

"Cafeteria, they should be back in a minute," he reassured me with a smile.

Right on cue Connor, Shawn and Dave all walked through the door, food in hand. When they saw that I was awake, they all stopped running into one another like a set of dominoes.

Connor recovered the fastest, a smile lighting his face as he came over, "So the sleeping beauty has awoken I see."

Shawn looked as if he had been tasered, literally jumping back, forcing Dave to grab him to stop him hitting the ground. The shock only lasted a millisecond though, and before I could take another breath, he was wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest, as if his life depended on it.

"Shawn, gentle," Brian, warned, laughing at his eagerness, but making no move to stop his mate as he hopped onto the bed beside me, forcing our bodies against one another. Feeling his warmth sent a rush of security through me, and I just sat there in silence for a moment, trying to readjust.

Up close I could see the exhaustion, the toll that this had taken on him, his face looked sullen, his eyes puffy and red from crying. "I missed you so much!" he whispered, resting his head in the crook of my neck and breathing heavily. It was a few moments before I realised that he was crying.

"I'm okay," I spoke, smiling, trying my hardest to convince him.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he admitted, kissing me desperately. "We all did."

"How bad?" I asked, almost scared to know the answer. He just looked at me and shook his head. "How bad?" I asked again, this time turning to my brother.

When he saw that I was addressing him, he rushed over, taking me in his arms, and hugging me, though much more carefully then Shawn had. After a moment, he stepped back, resting his hand on my shoulder. I took hold of his hand with my free one, keeping a firm grip on Shawn

"You coded," he spoke as if the words physically pained him to say. I didn't say anything, in truth, I didn't know how to respond, what do you say when someone tells you that you almost died? Everyone was quiet for a moment, just sat taking everything in, me, tracing the tattoos on Shawn's arm absent-mindedly.

Again, Connor, was the one to break the silence. "Katie, I just need to do your vitals okay, and check your wound, and then we'll let you sleep," he bargained, when I grimaced at the idea of being poked and prodded once again. "Just follow the light," he instructed, having pulled a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs. I did as asked, and after a moment, he put it back, telling me there were no problems.

He was quick, Brian writing everything down on the chart, that he was still holding from when they came in.

"I'm just going to pull this up okay?" he checked that it was okay, before doing so. I winced slightly, earning an apologetic smile from Connor. "That's looking good," he spoke, re-dressing it, and re-situating the blankets so that I was kept warm.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Shawn whispered again, kissing my temple.

"I have to pee," I whispered against his cheek, making him laugh.

"Gee way to ruin a romantic moment," Dave snorted as he sat typing on his laptop, causing me to blush, and hide my face in Shawn's chest

"Nah, it's okay, do you want to use the bathroom?" Shawn queried, moving to get off the bed, before moving the pole which held the fluids out of the way.

"As apose to?" I questioned, feeling confused, as he helped me sit up.

"A bed pan," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I just stared at him for a moment, "Okay, so that's not going to happen, to the bathroom we go," he laughed, helping me manoeuvrer my way out of bed.

It was a slow process getting to the toilet, but he was patient, helping me to bare the weight where possible. Once I was situated, he turned, giving me privacy to do my business. Once I was done, and I had successfully been transferred back to my bed, I was able to relax a little more.

"Are you in pain?" Dave asked, watching as I shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard bed.

I nodded,and within moments he was up and administering another dose of pain relievers in the tube sticking out of my arm.

"Thanks D," I mumbled, sleepily, bunking down, and snuggling into Shawn's side to try and stay warm.

"Here, this should help," I heard Dave say, before something extra soft and warm was placed over me. It felt like an electric blanket.

I hummed, finally content, letting myself drift off.

The next few days were okay, well, in between the hourly vitals checks done by the nurses and the daily dressing changes, and not to mention Dave and Connor forcing me to start walking around, something which I grumbled at them about for a solid half hour after the fact.

Finally, five full days after the operation Dave declared that I could go home on the condition that I promised to take it easy, and rest. After making me swear to it three times, he let Shawn remove my I.V. and help me into a wheelchair for the ride out to the car.

The drive home was quiet,Dave letting me rest my head on him as Shawn drove.

When we got home, they helped me up the stairs, all but ordering me to bed, persuading me by promising that we could eat pizza and watch crappy C grade chick-flicks all night.

As I fell asleep to the rise and fall of Shawn's chest, I found myself thinking just how lucky I really was. Lucky that I was alive, and lucky I had the guys to call family.

Reaching up, I pecked Shawn on the check, him leaning down and kissing back. "What was that for?" he asked, a soft smile gracing his face.

"Love you is all," I sighed, resting my head back on his chest, and letting the world fade out. 

[neoarchipelago]

Misbehaving (Daddy!Dom!Keanu x reader)

A/N: well this took a while… and I don't really what's this but… HEY! I hope you enjoy… 

Warnings: SMUTT NSFW 18+ DADDY DOM!

Word count: 2 226

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The annoying sound of the phone ringing echoed once again. You took a deep breath trying to keep yourself from exploding as Keanu reached for it once more. Today had finally been one of those days where you two were both home, with no work to do. Except his phone had rang all day, and it felt like you were sharing him once more. Grabbing the remote you put the movie you two were watching on hold. Grabbing the empty bowl of popcorn in front of you, you angrily stood up, walking to the kitchen. 

Your blood was boiling, and you couldn't even hide it anymore. Your own phone buzzed in your short's pocket and you grabbed it, leaning on the kitchen counter as you looked at the new text message. You sighed at the name on it, a guy you worked with and that Keanu didn't seem to like at all. To be honest you didn't like him either, but he just didn't want to leave you alone. You heard the sound of steps behind you before you rolled your eyes. 

"(y/n)?" Keanu called from the kitchen door. 

"What?" You answered, letting your anger show a bit through your tone. 

He raised an eyebrow but remained calm. 

"Who you talking to darling?" He asked softly. 

"Jim." You simply let out as you typed an answer to the said man. 

"Really? What does he want?" Lost in your own anger, you failed to notices his tone darkening. 

Perhaps you should have taken note of it, and thought before talking. 

"He wants to fuck me, unlike you." You let out in a whisper. 

You gasped immediately, your eyes widening as you glanced at him. Could you even hope at this point that he hadn't heard you? He suddenly looked much angrier and you knew for sure he had heard you. And you had pushed his buttons. 

"I beg your pardon young lady, what did you say?" He had stepped closer with each word and you swallowed air for a second. 

Grabbing the phone he checked for himself the messages, reading the obvious flirt of 'Jim' and your blank answer to him. Even if they didn't show any sign of proving your previous words it still seemed to enrage Keanu. As he looked up at you with a frown you knew you were in trouble.

"Firstly, you're lying to me young lady?" 

His hands made you spin around, and lowered you onto the kitchen counter. 

"I-I'm sorry sir… I didn't m-mean…" you tried to save yourself. 

"Yes you did. You knew exactly what you were doing." His deep voice made you close your eyes and you already knew what was coming. 

He reached for the aim of your shorts, yanking them down with your panties as well. Feeling the cold air against your bare ass making you bite your lip. 

"Secondly, you said that specifically to get me angry." His voice rang. 

And there it was the first spank, the smacking sound echoing in the kitchen you gasped feeling the burning feeling on your skin. 'fuck…' he had not been soft. 

"You think I don't want to fuck you?" He asked next to your ear. 

His fingers slipped to your folds, feeling your wetness. You had been craving this all day without actually having any moment to do so. You knew that it would just add more to your case and it wouldn't help you at all…

"Look at yourself you're already wet. You're such a little slut aren't you? You've been craving daddy haven't you?" He kept whispering next to your ear. 

His fingers slid inside you without any softness, pumping in and out restlessly. You were already a moaning mess. But this felt too easy. Obviously. His fingers left your aching core and he stepped away, making you whine. 

"On your knees." He ordered. 

You did not wait to be asked a second time, spinning around and dropping to your knees in front of him. You looked up at him, as he untied his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You knew at this point that you had to behave through your punishment if you didn't want this to be worse… 

As soon as he lowered his pants and boxers, you licked your lips. You were ready to touch him, and grasp his length when he stopped you. 

"No. Open up. No touching." 

You whined again, but putting your hands on your thighs you opened your mouth flattening your tongue like a good girl. He only allowed the tip of his cock to touch your tongue, making you taste the pre-cum. Closing your eyes you were immediately reprehended. 

"Look at me." His husky voice rang.

You obeyed, looking up into his deep brown eyes. Pushing his cock a bit deeper in your mouth, you let your lips carefully wrap around his member. He was being slow and soft, not to be truly nice to you, but only because he knew the slower he'd take this, the harder you would be craving it, and you'd soon beg for it. He wasn't wrong. As you sucked on his cock, slowly, swirling your tongue on the tip, you could hear every moan, hiss and curse he'd let out. Making you wetter and wetter, the heat you felt in between your legs becoming slowly unbearable. You wanted to touch yourself maybe let a few fingers press your clit but you knew that if you did, he'd make this harder for you. 

You were starting to get impatient, he could see it how you shifted on your knees, the way your hands wanted to touch him before going back down, remembering it was forbidden. When he stepped back, your tongue losing the possibility to take one last lick of him, you had no other choice. 

"Daddy… please…" your whining made him lower himself getting to eye level with you. 

He still had not touched you properly and your skin was burning. 

"What's that?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. 

"Daddy, I'm sorry…" you whined once more. 

His fingers lightly roamed over your collarbone, making you gasp. As he spoke, they moved around your clothed skin. 

"Take off your shirt and bra." 

It took a few seconds for you to get rid of the useless fabrics. He resumed his actions, now the feeling of his skin on yours making you feel heat waves. 

"Do you think you deserve this?" He asked, in a somewhat angry tone. 

Probably not… you had snapped at him without taking the time to tell him what you wanted and what you were feeling.  You bit your lip. 

"Sorry…" you let out pitifully. 

His fingers passing past your chest, lightly passing over your stomach but stopping right after your belly button. 

"Care to explain to daddy why did you misbehave?" His deep voice inquired. 

Somehow you couldn't really look at him, tears blurring a bit your view as you spoke. 

"You've been on the phone all day… this was supposed to be our day only… I had to share you again…" you confessed, biting your lip once more. 

You heard him sigh, but didn't raise your gaze. You felt a bit silly now. 

"Look at me baby doll." He ordered in a much softer tone. 

You did as you were told, letting your gaze meet his. 

"You do know if you are bothered by something. Anything. You can tell me. Daddy's here for that." 

His hand cupped your cheek making close your eyes in bliss. 

"I'm sorry too baby girl. You're right, this is our day and I didn't give you all the attention you deserve…" his tone grew a bit darker, sending sweet chills down your spine. 

Opening your eyes you watched as he stood up, taking off his clothes fully. You watched a bit in wonder how his muscles rolled perfectly with each movement. The heat growing back up. 

"Come on baby girl, get up." He asked, offering you his hands to help you stand. 

He immediately pulled you to him, his lips finding yours for a soft kiss. His arms firmly wrapped around you to make sure you couldn't go anywhere, as he deepened the kiss. You moaned against his tongue, and he backed you up against the counter. In a few seconds you were up on it, your legs wrapped around his waist. You were in a hot and soft kissing session now, your hands feeling his warm skin as you pulled him closer to you. His hard cock was sinfully teasing you. 

"Daddy…" you moaned lowly before very lightly biting his lower lip. 

One of his hands travelled down your side to your folds, checking you were ready. As if there was any kind of doubt at this point. He positioned himself at your entrance, and slowly very slowly entered you. You could feel how perfectly you stretched out for him and you closed your eyes in a long moan. Making you lay back on the cold counter you shivered a bit and watched as he slipped his arms under your legs. Hiis hands on your hips while he had your legs up on his forearms, he slowly pulled out and just as slowly pushed all the way in. You moaned, again. 

"Daddy's sorry… you've been waiting for this all day right?" He spoke lowly. 

You nodded, as he thrust into you again. His pace quickened a bit, as you opened your eyes, looking at him as you moaned and whined. You knew how much he loved looking at you, how much he enjoyed that eye contact. Somehow even like this it all seemed too slow. You rolled your hips trying to make him go a bit faster. 

He chuckled at your impatient but did not change his pace at all. One of his hand left your hips to let his thumb play on your clit. He circled it very lightly sending another wave of pleasure through you, his cock still thrusting into you at a agonizing pace.

"A-ah..k-keanu.." you tried to let out through moans. 

Your own hand over your lips, he decided to leave you clit for a second, his hand pushing yours away softly as he let his thumb hover over your lips. You gladly opened your mouth sucking on his thumb, tasting your own self. 

Maybe that was what drove him to an edge. You heard him groan and the next thrust was rougher. You let out a loud moan. He pulled out again almost half out, and thrust in harder. You gasped. Letting go of his thumb, his hand holding your hips again, he repeated his movement again, this time much faster. 

"Oh f-fuck..!" You let out. 

He smirked. 

"Language baby doll.." he pretend to scold you.

But before even apologizing he quickened his pace this time not giving you time to breath. He managed to touch that sweet spot inside you all the time. You could feel yourself reaching your high, your walls getting tighter around him. 

"Don't cum until daddy tells you to." 

You whined at the command but still tried as best as you could to hold back. You could feel that familiar feeling everytime you reached so close to your orgasm, yet you tried your best no to do so. His hips slammed into you as he leant down to plant soft kisses on your neck and collarbone. 

You let your arms rest around his broad shoulders, you hands getting lost in his hair, softly pulling at it every time you were so close to exploding. 

"D-daddy…" you tried to beg. 

He smirked down at you, he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew you'd end up cumming as soon as he'd let out his permission.

"Hush baby doll, a bit longer for daddy." His deep voice made you whimper. 

You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed, trying to avoid each wave of orgasm. You could feel the tears sting your eyes yet you couldn't stop moaning under each thrust. You were dripping and he filled you up so perfectly. 

"Da-addy…" you found yourself a bit sobbing as you were pleading.

His hand rose to your cheek softly caressing it, when finally he let out the words you so desperately needed to hear.

"Cum for me baby doll…"

It took two more thrust and you were exploding. Your head falling back and your mouth opening in a soundless gasp. The way your walls pulsed around his cock was driving him insane and you could feel his own movements becoming rougher. You watched his jaw tightened and his grip on your hips almost bruising you. It only added to your pleasure as he came, your orgasm still washing over you. 

He groaned and smiled. It took a minute to catch your breaths as he pulled out of you. But he quickly smirked and kissed your cheek. 

"How are you feeling? Tell daddy." He whispered. 

"Good… very good.." you lowly answered a soft smile on your lips. 

His hand caressing your hair you hummed happily. 

"I'm sorry daddy…" 

"Daddy's sorry too. But I'm gonna make it up to you… how about that?" He asked while his lustful eyes scanned your face. 

You nodded happily. Holding you up bridal style he walked up the stairs to the bedroom. You definitely should try to misbehave more often.

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[leelee10898]

Fast cars & Freedom: ShadowBoxer (4/?)

Summary: Ellie gets blast from the past. Logan amd Ellie have thsor dinner, but will it go well?

Pairing: Logan-x-Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Song inspiration:

Ellie paid the driver and got out, her eyes taking in the familiar sights.  It had been a long time but she would always remember this street. She turned around slowly noticing her destination, a sign that read TC Automotive where Kaneko Auto Body used to be. New owners  she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

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Ellie sat in the in the booth of the diner somewhere in Eastern California, the events of the past few weeks playing over and over in her head. She had ditched her prom dress grabbing a change of  clothes at Riyas. Colt stopping and buying something quickly. “Were gonna get through this Ellie, don't worry.” He placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead, she rest her head on his shoulder. “How can you know that colt?  These people are unhinged, we could be dead tomorrow. I want to live Colt. I'm not ready to die” she sniffled.

Colt knew this was eating her up, he needed to find some kind of a distraction, anything to make her happy, to take away all the fear and pain. He needed her to be happy, it was as if he survived on it.  He looked around the small diner, a guy sitting at the counter, his shirt reading viva las Vegas. “Have you ever been to Vegas?” she lifted her head “What? With everything going on you're seriously asking me if i've been to Vegas?”

She walked into the shop, not seeing anybody around, nobody manning the desk, nobody anywhere. “Hello?” she yelled as she walked around. She looked at the desk some papers strewn about, some car parts. The place reminded her of Kaneko's garage,  the new owners obviously rebuilt it a bit more modern but appreciated the older feel of a garage. Her eyes landed on a postcard from Vegas. Her mind taking her back to a night that she would remember the rest of her life.

“Ah yeah, I am. So have you?” he smirked, he loved seeing her get railed up, it was cute the way she scrunched her nose up. “NO!”

“ok, it's settled. Were going.” he jumped up reaching for her hand. She grabbed it as they climbed on his bike. “Where are we going colt?” She asked as she put on her helmet.  “Vegas.” he smirked as he shut his helmet kicking his bike to life.

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“sorry miss. How can i help you.” she turned towards the voice. “Oh just picking up my car.”

A huge smile formed on her face. “Toby?”

“Oh my god. Ellie belly is that you? You're all grown up.” he ran lifting her up into a spinning hug. “oh my  god hold on x is gonna get a kick out of this.” he ran towards the hall “Hey X. X, come here. You're never gonna believe whos here.” ximena came out a huge smile plastered on her face. “oh my god sweetheart, how the hell are ya?” she pulled her into a crushing hug. “Eck. X. Crushing. Me.” she grunted as ximena let her down. “I'm not sorry, it's been too long honey.”

They stood there talking about Ellie moving back. Toby and ximena travelling together, coming back this way once they heard someone opened a shop in the same place, and ended up working there again. Toby went to look for her keys and couldnt find them. “Hold on, I bet the boss has them.” “Hey boss, can you bring the keys to that Honda?” she heard someone shuffling around in a room off the back before emerging. Toby and ximena said they would catch up with her later.

“ C- Colt!” Ellies heart dropped in her stomach as she came face to face with him. After 6 years the sight of him still lit a fire in her. “Here are your keys miss. You should be good to go. Also, you should probably get a new car seat those may not be safe after an accident.” He kept his face fixed on the paper in front of him. Ellie felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. He couldn't even look at her and acted like he didn't know her.  “Th. Thank you.” her voice trembled, immediately irritating her. Why should she be upset, he's the one who left without saying goodbye.

She snatched the keys out of his hand and storming off to the lot to get her dad's car. How dare him, after 6 years he still had the power to make her swoon to pissed in a matter of seconds. She marched out to the lot getting in her dad's car. She let out a long irritated scream,  all of her frustrations boiling over. She turned the key, the car roaring to life. Something in her snapped as she peeled wheels out of the lot. She caught a glance at colt propped against an open bay door.

She couldn't understand how someone she hadn't seen in 6 years could piss her off so bad. She took the long way home, hoping to calm down before getting there. She arrived home, Luca barreling towards the door. “mommmmmy.” All of Ellie's frustrations and fears instantly melting away upon seeing that sweet smiling face. “Hi baby. Oooh I missed my sweet girl. Did you have fun with grampy today?” she lifted her up, wrapping her in a hug.

“Yup. We went to the park. Grampy made a friend. Her name is sally.” ellie eyed her dad. “He did?”

“uh huh, they are going to have dinner on Saturday night.”

“Ooooh kay. That's enough of that little miss loose lips. How about you go watch some tv while grampy helps mommy with dinner.”

Luca jumped up and down with excitement before running into the living room.

“How was your day?” He asked Changing the topic. “Nope. Na ah. Were starting with you. You taking my daughter to pick up chicks?” she eyed her father.

“what? No. I would never, ellie.” she chuckled “Dad im just playing with you. I think it's great you have a date.” she hugged him. She knew he hadn't really dated much since her mom died, and the fact he felt comfortable going on a date now made her so happy.

“Speaking of dated. I have one tomorrow night.” her father looked at her confused.  “With who?”

“Logan.”

She spent the entire work day thinking about her dinner with Logan. Was it a date? Was it business? Whatever it was she felt the butterflies in her stomach, no matter what happened she knew one thing for certain she was telling him tonight.

She raced home getting ready in a hurry, Riya picked Luca up since her father had card night with some of his old police buddies. She wore a white and champagne colored v neck midi dress. She tacked her hair up in a braided updo, she looked in the mirror her nerves getting the best of her when she heard a knock at the door.

Logan stood on the other side, Ellie stood there a minute admiring the man before her. He had sure grown up, still with that toned body but he was bigger than before. He wore a pair of khakis and a button down shirt. “You look beautiful Ellie.” He finally broke the silence. “Ah. Beautiful you too look.” he cocked his brow amused by how flustered he made her. “I mean, you look nice too Logan.”

“These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of wild flowers as She let him inside. “Thank you. These are beautiful. Let me go get a vase.” she came back quickly and they headed out for dinner.

They sat at the table sharing stories of the past, and laughing.  She missed how easy it was with Logan. They were headed somewhere she had thought and then she found out he used her to get information about her father's investigation.  She had already had feelings for Colt, but she would be lying if she said that didn't play a factor in them becoming even stronger.

A silence settled over the table and Ellie took her chance to try and back out of becoming his accountant. “Logan. We need to talk about me being your accountant. I dont think its a good idea.”

“Ellie, we have been over this time and time again. I trust you, besides it's a done deal.” Logan casually sipped his beer.

“You might not feel that way after you hear what I have to tell you.” He arched his brow.

“ok El, what is going on?”

She shook her head “not here, can we go?” He grabbed the check, paid and the valet brought his car around.

They drove to a parking lot, Ellies nerves a wreck. “Ok, whats up Ellie. You know whatever it is,  you can just tell me.”

She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “Logan I am a mom. I. I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened at her confession. “So you have a kid. I don't see what's so bad about that Ellie.” he chuckled.

“That's not the bad part.” she started to fidget in her seat. “Her. Her name is Luca. shes. She's 5.”  Logan sat there Quiet. She could see him doing the calculations in his head. “Logan?” she spoke softly, she couldn't take all the silence.

“Five? You were in college then. Did you meet someone there?” She shook her head no. He swallowed hard, his throat becoming dry. “What.  What are you saying, is. Is she mine?”

The tears started to spill, silently. “Im, not sure if she's yours or Colts.” She hung her head ashamed. “I'm so. So sorry Logan. “ she said through sobs. After 6 years of being alone, raising her daughter alone she finally was one step closer to finding Lucas dad.

“Hey. Hey. Don't cry Ellie.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

“How can you be so calm? I just told you there is a possibility you have a child.”

“I know. I'm not going to lie Ellie, I am kind of freaking out. But what good is it going to do if I flip out?”  he took a deep breath “You did it on your own?”

Ellie told him about finding out in school and trying to get in touch with both him and colt, both numbers disconnected. She had her dad look for them, but turned nothing up. Eventually she just resolved herself to raising Luca alone. Logan apologised, he left town for a little while, he came back once the brotherhood was dismantled completely. It was then he enrolled in night school and took a job with a racing company.  They drove back to her house in silence. Logan leaned over giving her a hug. “It's gonna be ok El, we will figure it out. Can I.” He cut himself off, hesitant to finish.

“Can you what Logan?”

“Do you think I could meet her?” Ellie stared at him shocked “Ah. Well. I think that is ok. But, and don't take this the wrong way but.  I don't want to tell her you may be her dad. Not until we know for sure.” Logan nodded “I'll follow your lead. It's gonna be ok Ellie, no matter what,  i'm here for you.” he wrapped her in a tight hug, placing a soft kiss in her cheek.

She got out of the car, waving as he drove off. She turned to head to her house when she caught sight of someone standing across the street. “Really Ellie, him? Of all people why him?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you but, it was a business dinner.” She snapped. “what do you want colt?”

“What do I want? It's been 6 years and you show up in town like nothings wrong.” He followed her up the walkway.  

“Oh, so you do know me? Because yesterday you couldn't even look at me.” She seethed, turning to face him.

“Oh I know you alright.” he snorted.  “ how could I ever forget you Mrs. Kneko?”

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Boulevard Hell - Louis Cipher (Brad Dourif) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You’re drawn to a mysterious older man one muggy night in Hollywood. 

Notes: This is based on Brad’s character in the 2012 Calvin Harris music video for Drinking From The Bottle. Super random, but really hot. I can't with this video. I want him to fucking light me on fire god he is so daddy

The lights of the Walk of Fame blink and shimmer in your peripherals as you listen to the shouts of drunk tourists and honking ubers. Your head has since stopped pounding from your hangover, so you don't mind the quiet beat of a Calvin Harris song playing on the radio. 

You take another bite of toast, and drop the butter-soaked piece back on the plate. You look up. The place is deserted except the older lady scrubbing the counter tops like hell will break loose if she misses a spot, and an older guy sitting two booths down from you. 

You stare at him for a little longer, and find yourself focusing in on his lips... his ruffled back salt and pepper hair obviously combed by his fingers, and god, those fingers. His eyes seemed to dart around with a look that seemed too alert for the rest of him. 

Fuck it. 

You leave your plate, and go sit down beside him in the booth. You had meant to sit across from him, but something strange had compelled you to move closer. 

"Hi," you say, stealing some of his pancake mush on an extra fork. He looks at you.

"Oh. Hey! I saw you at the party last night."

You frown, trying to remember where you even were last night. "You did?"

"Yeah, I did. Who could forget a thing like you?" His eyes do a little dance over you, and you decide you like it.

"I didn't see you."

"No one ever really sees me." He probably means to say it as a throwaway, but it's a heart-felt statement, and he looks down bitterly at his sugar inflated pancakes.

"I saw you from my booth. Thought I'd come..." you shrug, "I don't even know what I thought I'd do. It's as if I just suddenly... wanted to talk to you."

He nods boredly. "Funny thing."

"What do you do?"

"I travel."

"Oh yeah? Where?"

"Anywhere. I'm from somewhere hot, y'see. I gotta keep moving."

"How hot?" You smile, thinking of Florida or California weather.

He huffs. "Very hot."

You can't help but feel attracted to him. He's got this devil may care attitude, with a voice like butterscotch burnt to a crisp.

"About last night," you smirk, putting a hand on his knee, "Did we see much of each other?"

He looks down at the hand as you stroke, and starts to chuckle.

"I didn't fuck you, if that's what you're asking." You must have looked disappointed. "--I wanted to, though. Could barely control myself." His hand falls to your thigh, and starts to climb.

You cross your legs. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. It's been a hell of a while, doll, you've got no idea, and you just looked so fucking juicy. A piece of that pie could twist a man's soul."

Your breathing quickens, as you feel yourself getting wet. Yes, he's a bit of a weirdo, but it's getting to you, and not in the way you'd expect.

"You wanna make up for that and fuck me now?" you whisper, lips barely grazing his ear. The old lady stops what she's doing, looks over at you two warily, then goes back to her work. She's seen it all in this place.

"I want to fuck you, yeah," he nods, eyes dropping to your lips.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Til your toes light up like Christmas." You move your hand to his bulge, which is ready growing. You smile.

"Good. I need it bad, from a real bad guy."

He pushes the plate away. "You wanna get outta here doll?" he asks, and you bite your lip.

"Where?"

He shrugs, undoing the top button of his shirt. "Who gives a fuck?"

So you take his hand, and the enigmatic older man from the diner picks you up bridal style, swinging your legs over his forearms.

Star after star passes beneath you two, and you barely register the names. People point and grin at the man's horns-- fuck, you hadn't even noticed them-- and they laugh about all the campy street performers here in Hollywood, CA.

As he carries you, you giggle, arms around his neck, and he grins too, as you lean in and start to kiss him. He reciprocates, somehow able to keep walking straight.

"I'm gonna fuck the devil," you grin teasingly, holding onto one of his horns. He glances down at you, and makes a spooky gesture that sets you off laughing again.

The two of you find yourself in a back alley, behind the walk of fame hostel, Ziggy Stardust painted abstract over brick.

He drops you down then lifts you up against the brick, your legs wrapping around his hips. His lips part as he surveys your body, and your pussy clenches, wanting more, wanting him.

Nobody can see you. Even the hostel windows are shut, oblivious, as you take off your shirt and pull down your panties. Hollywood is a perverted, godless town. Somebody once told you that, and it made you laugh.

His fingers are inside you, working you open, then he drops down to his knees, keeping your legs strung over his shoulders. His lips find your stomach, pressing tiny kisses here and there, teasing you, watching you get wet by the second. He groans when he seals his lips over your cunt. You grip his horns as he begins licking right up to your clit and sucking hard until you feel like you're about to explode. The horns are really glued on there.

He pulls away, and stands with an aura of strength you didn't think him capable of. He holds you by your ass as he pushes into you, breathing hard. You moan, feeling him stretch you, and grin at the night sky, fists pounding the brick wall in pleasure.

"That's right, baby," he breathes, "This is what you need. Daddy's gonna give it to ya." God. How did he know exactly what you like to hear?

He licks his thumb, then drags it down between your breasts, lighting up your whole body. As your orgasm approaches, you're mystified by the glow his horns seem to take on... it's just the stars you're seeing from getting fucked so good, you're convinced.

"Daddy... daddy..." you moan softly, tugging his grey hair.

"Daddy's got you... gonna fuck you nice and good, sweets," he nods, "Daddy's little fuckin slut. Fuckin cockslut."

"Ohgod," you gasp, and gush around his cock faster than you'd ever finished before, watching him pound you with determination and enraptured intensity. The tell-tale drip down your thigh tells you he came too, and you slide down the wall onto wobbling legs, waiting for coherent thought to return to you.

"Wow," is all you can say, and he drapes his arm around you as he leads you out to the moderately populated sidewalk. The late night crowds are out, but you feel safe with him... whoever he is.

"You want a smoke?" he mumbles, taking out a hand rolled one.

"No thanks." He holds his finger up to the end of it and it blazes, distorting your mind. Your heartbeat quickens. That's not possible. Is it?

That smarmy fucking grin gets you again, and you sigh softly as you fall into his arms one more time, opening your lips for him to shotgun the trapped smoke to you. His thumbs run the width of your hips, up to your belly, then his hands reach up to graze your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

When he pulls away, you open your eyes. Where your mysterious older man had been, the cloud of smoke now settles.