#take all the time you need . imagine im patting you on the back. i both sympathize and emphasize . this writing stuff is SERIOUS

[littlestarbigsky]

outsiders week - darry

@outsidersweek

today’s a hard and scary day for my american friends (i’m right there with you, trust me) but i planned on posting this today and i hope it can bring some joy where it is much needed. i hope you all are taking care of yourselves today and if you need a friend, my messages are open🩶

sooo my little brother (he’s almost 17 but be quiet) got hurt wrestling this week (he’s okay but dear god he scared me) so naturally i had to inflict darry with a football injury. this is when he’s in high school soo im imagining him at about 14 here :p

“follow my finger,” the trainer instructed, and darry blinked rapidly to clear the dots from his vision.

he couldn’t remember the last time someone had knocked him so hard. sure it was a rivalry matchup, and sure the kid had gotten a penalty for it, but darry was surprised he was still conscious. he didn’t really remember what exactly had happened or how long he had been laying on the field, just that it had taken both paul and their coach to get him up and off to continue the game.

paul was lingering behind the trainer, his brows furrowed, watching darry anxiously. darry vaguely seemed to remember jumping in front of paul. nobody messes with his quarterback.

he felt pretty stupid. go figure, paul and darry had been waiting for their chance to play all season and it was the first time their coach had let the freshman play, and he managed to get himself plowed in the first five minutes.

“darry!” he heard someone yell from behind him, but his neck was hurting a little too much to turn around. he thought it sounded like his dad, but he couldn’t be sure, there were so many voices and it was like his senses had been dialed to eleven. paul seemed to catch eyes with someone and he hurried over in the direction the voice had come from.

darry tried to watch where he was going but the trainer grabbed his face and forced his focus back onto his stupid human tests. it didn’t last too long, though. within a few seconds, his mama was shoving the trainer out of the way and grabbing at darry.

“are you okay? what happened? oh, baby, you scared us to death,” she pulled back and held his face in her hands.

darry almost opened his mouth to say something, but the words felt far away and strange in his mind. he blinked slowly up at her, trying to communicate to her telepathically that he was okay, that she didn’t need to worry. it felt like a lie, but she shouldn’t need to worry about him.

“oh sweetheart…” she hugged him to her. the pain in his head started to build and he squeezed his eyes shut, partially to block out the bright stadium lights, but also because he could feel tears brimming in his eyes.

when she let him go, she patted his shoulder and went over to where the trainer was already talking to his dad. it took about five seconds for something very solid to launch itself into his arms.

“be careful, pony!” darry turned his head to see soda anxiously chasing after their brother. it was only around then that darry realized that it was ponyboy that was hanging off of him, and he wrapped his own shaking arms around his brother. he could feel pony trembling against him.

he wanted to tell pony he was okay, he wanted to say that he didn’t need to worry, but he just couldn’t. words still felt mixed up and confusing, so he let go of his 8-year-old brother and pushed him back a bit. pony’s eyes were glassy and darry felt the ache in his head migrate to his heart as he realized how badly this had probably scared pony, who was already way more anxious than any kid his age had business being. he gently rested their foreheads together for a second before pressing a kiss to his hair.

“are you okay?” soda asked, sitting down next to darry on the bench and leaning up against his side. darry just threw an arm over soda’s shoulders and pulled pony into another hug.

it was a mark of how badly the hit had scared them that they were so close and clingy with him in such a public place. soda, now 10 years old, had slowly been growing out of needing hugs from his big brother as much as he used to, and pony, ever soda’s shadow, was beginning to pull back as well. but there they were, huddled up with their big brother on a football field.

after a few minutes, their parents came back over and their dad kneeled down in front of darry.

“well junior, we’re gonna have to go to the hospital. the trainer is pretty sure you’ve got a concussion,” he said sadly. ponyboy made a small squeak, and their dad grabbed one of his hands and smiled. “oh, but it’s gonna be alright, kiddo! darry’s brain just got rattled around a little bit. if he were smart like you, his brain would be bigger and it wouldn’t clunk around so darn much. but it’s all gonna be okay.”

darry knew their dad was just kidding around, and part of him knew that ponyboy was well aware that concussions didn’t work that way, but the anxiety in his chest seemed to lessen when ponyboy giggled.

their dad wrapped an arm around darry’s shoulder and helped him to his feet so they could head to the car. mama came back over and grabbed pony and soda’s hands to start walking with them to the bus stop to go home. pony looked sadly back at darry, dragging his feet as mama guided him along, and watched soda throw a few nervous glances back at him.

darry felt like he was going to collapse when they finally got home, and he was pretty sure that had nothing to do with his concussion. he practically fell into mama’s arms and gladly let her hold him close on the couch while his dad explained what had happened at the hospital. darry would most likely be out of football for the rest of the season, and he wasn’t allowed back at school for a few days.

“but it still could have been worse,” mama kissed his head gently as she smoothed his hair back. “i know this is lousy, but you’re gonna be alright, baby, it’s all gonna work out.”

darry just nodded. she was right, he knew it could have been much worse, but he was still having a hard time being grateful. he could still barely speak. he’d been able to get out a few words in the hospital, but he was still having some trouble stringing his thoughts together.

there was a creak from down the hall, and all three of them turned around to see ponyboy in his train pajamas and wrapped in a blanket standing in the doorway. his face lit up as he saw darry, running over and jumping into darry’s open arms.

“you’re okay!” pony cried, his voice muffled against darry’s jersey, which he was still wearing from the game.

darry held his baby brother as tight as he could, pressing a kiss to pony’s soft auburn hair. he could feel the tension he’d been holding in his shoulders easing.

“be gentle, pony,” their mother scolded, but there was no real malice in her voice. “darry’s had a long night, sweetheart, how about you head back to bed? soda will probably give you lots of snuggles and dad will come tuck you in.”

pony looked up at darry sadly and squeezed him tighter.

darry opened his mouth slowly, “can pony stay with me, mama?”

mama looked shocked for a moment, but seemed to fold under the pressure of both of her boys silently pleading with her to let them stay together, “…okay, pony, go get your blanket while darry gets changed.”

darry headed back to his room and slowly started to change his clothes, keeping his overhead light off in favor of his aching eyes and wincing while he stretched his sore shoulders out. he looked at the bed and almost shed a tear with how welcoming it seemed after the night he’d had.

there was a soft knock at the door and it opened a moment later. pony had a blanket in his hands and let out a huge yawn. darry couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit.

“c’mon, kiddo, you look like you’re gonna fall over,” he smiled meekly, and pony hopped up onto the bed, plastering himself to darry’s side when he laid down.

“that was really scary.”

“what? me getting hit?” darry asked, and pony nodded anxiously. “oh, baby, that was nothing.”

“but you got hurt. you were laying on the field. soda and i were so scared…”

darry’s breath hitched in his throat, guilt building in his chest. he pulled pony closer to him, finding comfort in feeling his steady breaths.

“it’s football, it happens. i’m gonna be okay, though. you heard dad, if my brain were a little bit bigger it wouldn’t have happened at all.”

pony thought for a second, “i can read you some of my books if you think that would help…”

darry laughed, “i’ll let you know, but i think now it’s time to go to sleep.”

pony snuggled impossibly closer, “mm, okay.”

by the time mama came in to say goodnight, they were both already asleep, and when she came to wake up darry in the morning only to find soda squeezed in next to pony, she couldn’t bring herself to wake them up just yet. she waited in the doorway and watched the rise and fall of their chests, pony sandwiched between his brothers.

the world could wait, they needed each other.

[st4rstudent]

Winn and the gang the gathered: Can you please answer our questions?

Mac:

*Suit not included.

**I swear I am writing the finale of thinking outside the box, just give me a moment.

[thebestsetter]

Isagi loves your thighs. And even though he isn't the type of guy to answer "personality" when asked "Boobs, thighs or ass?", he doesn't want to outright say how attracted he feels to them, mainly because he doesn't want you to think he only cares about your body (even though you know he doesn't).

So, imagine how heavenly it felt the first time he got to sleep on your lap. He remembers it as if it happened yesterday.

He had come home after a tough day of practice, in which his coach seemed even more angry than usual and just determined to make the whole team's day a living hell. Everything in him was aching, from his back to his feet, and he could swear he had a fever or something, because his head was starting to throb too. All Isagi wanted to do was get home and lay down, even if it means sleeping without showering (which shows just how tired he was).

"Honey? You're home!" he heard you saying from the kitchen "Welcome home!"

He tried to answer your sweet voice welcoming him home. He really did. But his mouth just wouldn't answer his brain's commands. So, he was just standing, staring at you with his mouth wide open, looking like an idiot.

"Isagi? Are you feeling alright?"

He couldn't even register what he was doing, but the next thing he knew, he walked closer to you. His body was just moving on it's own, as if being as close to you as possible was as natural for him as breathing.

"Sweetie, you're starting to scare me. Do you need to go to the doctor? Did something happen today at practice?"

He couldn't resist the urge to hug you anymore, even though he was trying to restrain himself because he was still stinky from practice and he knew just how much you hated it when he hugged or kissed you without showering first. He couldn't explain it, but you looked so huggable at the moment! He took a step closer, hugging you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck, innaling deeply and letting out a satisfied sigh. One of his hands was travelling your waist while the other was playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Yoichi!" you exclaimed, voice worried yet still not loud enough to make his head ache even more (he doesn't even think your voice will ever be capable of doing him any harm) "You're burning up! You have a fever! I can't believe it, I told you to take better care of yourself!"

Ah. So he was right. He had a fever. That's why training was so hard today.

"Hm" he muttered, still with his head in your neck. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment you both were having.

"Stay at the couch, I'll go grab some medicine at the bathroom."

"Noooo, don't leave me here" he said, clearly affected by his sickness. It looks like his mouth finally started to work again. "I don't want to be away from youuuu"

"Yoichi, my honey, you're clearly not thinking straight right now. But I won't go away! I'll be back in like 30 seconds. Sit on the couch and count, I swear it won't take long"

He sighed, but complied anyway, sitting at the couch and waiting (im)patiently.

You were right, because in almost no time you came back with pills and a cup of water. If there was a sport where the champion had to be the person who brought a glass of water and medicine to their sick boyfriend the fastest, you would win, Isagi thought (and that thought made him strangely proud).

"Here. Drink it up" he obeyed

"Everything hurts"

"I know it does, love. What you need right now is sleep. Come here" you said, patting your lap. If Yoichi was in his right mind, he would've blushed hard and maybe even denied at first, but he wasn't. He just wanted to rest, and he always dreamed about laying in your lap. So, he quickly grasped the opportunity.

And boy was it as good as he imagined it would be. Even better, actually. Your thighs were fluffier than any other pillows he had ever used before, and he felt like he could hibernate there. And as if it couldn't get any better, you started playing with his hair. He was in heaven. He couldn't even fell the pain anymore, and he was sure it wasn't just the medicine doings.

"I love your thighs" he admitted, a honesty he wouldn't have when he was healthy, which made you chuckle "And I love you too. Thank you." He kissed the inner part of your thigh to show you just how serious he was about it

"I love you too, Yoichi. Now, rest. We don't want the best striker of the world to be sick all week, do we?"

"If it means getting to lay on your lap everyday, I would be sick my whole life"

"You're silly"

"And you're the love of my life"

"Good night, Isagi"

"Good night, my love"

Masterlist

[pazza-di-te]

Bear price and his housewife while she's ovulating, and he obviously wants her to have his little cubs

mhmM bear price with that breeding kink

this was supposed to be with no plot by my hands have a mind of their own

// p in v, slight manhandling, talks of having kids, comment what else I've missed!

••••

John is clingy than usual. His usual gentle hand around the waist, had now become full on groping your hips, squeezing and patting the fat around the edges and if you listen close enough you could hear him groan delightfully.

Not to mention his usual appreciative kiss on the neck, had now become open mouth kisses to the side of your neck, sometimes he would smell just you. He did say time to time of the day you smell better, sweeter, nicer even without perfume. And both of you can't point out why.

Just like right now, you were trying to focus stirring the stew for dinner but John's hands and kisses were nothing but distracting, albiet a welcoming distraction.

"John? Im cooking" You said, trying to lightly imply that one more kiss to the neck could make you turn off the stove and kiss him on his bearded face right before reaching the bedroom and-

"Mhm... I can see that."

"Then Mr. Price, I need you to wait for dinner."

John was silent for a moment and you could almost think that he complied with your request, but those are wishful thinking

"How about, dinner can wait for us Mrs. Price?" John spoke back as his hand reached out to turn off the stove.

John didn't waste time on carrying you bridal style to the bedroom while you squel in surprise.

John couldn't wait any longer, just watching you do your daily routine had him adjusting his pants. He had enough and he wants you. Now.

John carried you to the bedroom right before lightly throwing you on the bed making you gasp in surprise. You didn't have enough time to gather yourself before John started crawling on top of you.

"Jo-"

He didn't waste time, pressing his lips onto yours. Its feverish, heated, and full of unsaid words.

"Sorry luv... Couldn't wait any longer."

With how he's panting and desperate, why not take pity on your poor poor man? They did say actions speak louder than words, with that in thought you leaned forward to kiss him more and your hands work on his shirt.

John groaned into the kiss

"atta luv."

••••

"Fuck! J-John, slow down- Ffuck please!" You gasp as he thrusts into you more from the back, your tits dragging sweetly agaist the sheets

"Just.... Little m-more" John hugged your body closer as you feel his weight onto you, his hairy chest and his bod agaist your back, and you can't do anything but lose your mind more.

Along the way he started whispering things agaist your ear, with him closer your getting the words clearer. Something about cubs?

"so good, so good for me luv, ai-aint that righ'?" John groans into your ear as his thrusts turn sporadic.

"Jo-John!"

"Take it- take it all. Gon be a good mum." He unwraps his arms around you and rose up straighter to grab you by your hips and plow deeper

You couldn't speak, your mouth only opening silently and John grunts as he feels you tighten around him.

"c-cum wit' me luv," he says as he thrust faster and faster.

John loudly groans as he spills his seed into you as you scream his name.

Your body shakes in its aftermath and John leans his head back from the feeling.

Both of you are panting and holding each other as you both calm down from the session.

"John?"

"Mhm... Yes luv?" he asked as he kisses your shoulder, spooning from behind you, his dick still inside, keeping you plugged

"Arthur sounds nice for a boy..." you smile at the thought.

John freezes his movements as he takes in your words.

"You really thin' so?" John looks at you, half afraid that was he heard was just a figment of imagination yet half excited at the prospect of having a baby.

"Mhmm, how bout a girl?" you smile at the thought

"haven't though' of that yet.... As long as she has your eyes..." Both you and John smile as the two of you start to daze off to sleep

[caotictimmy]

I ATE THE WHOLE DAISUKE DATING HC AND I MUST SAY ALL THE BRAINROT THAT HAS BEEN STEWING IN MY MIND!!!

I think he's such a golden retriever bf 😭 like both ways— sfw and nsfw. HES SO DOWN BAD FOR YOU, he loves you so much and fjdkkd if his partner also has physical contact as a primary love language, he would die for headpats. Like genuinely, give this guy headpats be when you two are cuddling or when you are both in an intimate moment. You could reward him with a little patpat on the head when Swansea is not looking, and he would lean in to your touch a little bit before reminding himself, he needs to learn!! he needs to make you proud

NOW NSFW-WISEE.....

Praise kink goes so hard on him is insane

He could be eating you out with sparkles in his eyes, almost like asking if he's doing a good job, and if you do express it, tell him he's such a good boy, how good you are feeling because of HIM, he's going to go harder on you out of pure happiness—hes doing a good job!! you're like this because of his work and that amazes him

i could write more but my mind is a mess and im so sleepy wnwnkd.

🐁 out!!!

🐁 anon I love your thinking please don’t spontaneously combust. BUT IM SO GLAD THE HIM LIKING HIS HAIR/HEAD TOUCHED IS CATCHING ON OMG….

Sfw headcanons/thoughts

- Now that I’m thinking of it. I should have known he’d like head pats. LIKE I ALREADY GOT THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF VIBE FROM HIM.

- But he definitely loves getting head pats or his hair ruffled! Specifically he really likes it after/is doing something good. Like normal head pats are fine but. Knowing your giving him them because he did something good?!?!

- You guys have definitely gotten called weirdos by Swansea, cause you patted Daisuke’s head. Swansea wont say anything cause this man is emotionally constipated 💔. But he’s glad Daisuke has someone who Daisuke can be his true weird self.

- If your hand is somewhere close to his head, and he wants head pats. Daisuke will head butt his head against your hand to show he wants you to either play with his hair, pat his head, scratch his scalp, etc ect.

- I think like the first time he head butt your hand for attention was when y’all were cuddling. You had your hand by his head. And you weren’t taking hid obvious hints! (Slightly nudging at you). So well he just thunked his head against your hand. Ever since then he keeps doing that when he wants you to play with his hair

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (mostly AFAB some Gn )

- Omg please pull his hair. PLEASE. He loves it so much. Like holy moly. If you pull his hair while he’s deep inside. HES COMING IMMEDIATELY! Like pull just right and omg. It’s like a switch in his brain. And that man is going HARDER AND FASTER. Like I hope to burnt curly Anya can lend you a wheel chair.

- Omg just imagine Daisuke pulling his hair back during sex. OMG MY GYATTTT. Guys I see the light and it’s Daisuke pulling his hair back.

-(AFAB) I just thought of something. GYAHH IMAGINE SEEING DAISUKE TIES HIS HAIR BACK TO EAT YOU OUT(might need to make this into a FIC).I’m Actually foaming at the mouth. Guys wait let me cook.

“wait!”. Daisuke said. Before rolling a hair tie he had on his wrist for working on machines. Biting it as he collects his hair. Tying it up in a ponytail. Before pushing his sleeves up. Daisuke Looks back at You with a smile. “Now I’m ready” he say cheekily.

- Guys someone please draw Daisuke with a sexy man ponytail please I’ll be in debt with you. PLEASE HE’LL LOOK SO HOT JUST TRUST MY VISON!!!!

-(AFAB) Omg and grip his hair while he’s eating you out. Like omg if you’re pulling at his hair moaning. He’s gonna feel so good about himself knowing he’s pleasing you. Also if you ever shoved his face in your cunt while he’s eating you out. You gave yourself a death wish. CAUSE THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TO PULL HIS HEAD AWAY.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It’s like he couldn’t stop. The pleasure was getting to much. You gripped his hair. Feeling him moan in you. You pull his head back, letting out that breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You could hear him catching his breath before hearing him let out a sad noise. You looked down seeing Daisuke giving you these sad puppy dog eyes. “Did I do something wrong.” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“No no! Just needed-“. You huffed, “need..need a moment.” You said dazed. He paused for a moment. The glimmer in his eyes back with a vengeance. He starts to grin. “Did I..” He started. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning your slick off around his mouth. “Did I do good?” He asked. Daisuke happily looking up at you waiting for your response. His grin got wider as he felt your hand rub against his head.

Authors note: GYAHH I LOVED THIS REQUEST SMMMM. Like, reblogd, and especially comments are appreciated! This was so fun writing thud.

[megalony]

Unexpected Surprise

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by a lovely anon, I hope you like it and thank you for the idea. any feedback is always amazing to hear.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii  @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream @noonenuts @hiireadstuff @ashie-babie @classyunknownlover @jayyeahthatsme @sp1ritssz

911 Masterlist

Summary: When (Y/n) drops Chris off at school, her water breaks. She and Eddie are praying for a smooth home delivery this time, and they get a bit more than they bargained for. In the best possible way.

Enjoy.

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"Eddie," (Y/n) tilted her head to one side and tapped her foot against the doorstep when she watched her husband try and speed ahead down the path. He stopped halfway and looked back over his shoulder, brows raised in confusion until (Y/n) held her hand up and showed him his phone.

He wasn't going to get very far without his phone on him. He was the one who had been telling (Y/n) for the last few months that if she had any problems or emergencies, she had to ring him. He had cleared it with Bobby to keep his phone on him as much as he could while he was on shift just in case (Y/n) needed to get hold of him.

Eddie patted Chris's shoulder and pushed his bag higher on his shoulder before he turned round and backtracked towards the front door (Y/n) was just locking up.

"Thank you… you okay?" He froze and stayed deathly still when (Y/n) suddenly latched her hand around his wrist.

He didn't like the way she leaned against the doorframe but the panic in his eyes softened over when (Y/n) moved his hand to press down on the left side of her abdomen. The baby was kicking. (Y/n)'s thumb smoothed across the back of Eddie's hand for a few seconds before both their heads turned when Chris started to pull on the car door and whine that it was still locked.

A soft smile broke out on (Y/n)'s face when Eddie entwined their hands together and tugged on her arm. She wrapped her free hand around his upper arm and slowly followed him down the path towards the car.

"You sure you don't want me to drop him off?" Eddie pressed his lips to the top of her head and smiled against her temple. He had to head to work but if she wanted him to, he would gladly swing by the school first and drop Chris off on his way.

"No, besides it's on my way, not yours." (Y/n) didn't see any point Eddie going out of his route to drop Chris off. Not when the school was on her journey to the hospital for her appointment. It would be her last appointment before the baby was born, the last check to make sure everything was okay and check that the baby was in position and alright.

Eddie wasn't pleased that he couldn't make this appointment when he had been to almost all the rest. But he was finishing work as of next week and he couldn't swap this shift around or take the morning off when they were short-staffed this week.

She uncurled her hands from his arm and kissed his shoulder before she moved to walk round the front of the car.

When it opened, Eddie hoisted Chris up and sat him down in the front seat and put his bag and crutches in the back seat. "Alright, have a good day and I'll see you tonight when I get home. Love you." He kissed the top of Chris's head and ruffled his curls before he shut the door and moved round to the driver's side.

Eddie bit down on the corner of his lip when he watched (Y/n) get in the car. He didn't like the way she winced or closed her eyes and tilted her head back in the head rest. Eddie didn't think it was the best idea for her to be driving when she was thirty-seven weeks pregnant, but he knew his wife was a force of nature and he couldn't reckon or argue with her.

A small huff left (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to wrangle with the seatbelt and drape it around her stomach.

Her eyes drifted over to the door when Eddie crouched down so he could lean in. He had one arm draped over the top of the door and the other hand holding the back of her chair so he could lean down towards her.

She could see he was about to say something but his jaw slacked and he went silent when she pushed back in the seat and grumbled. Eddie could see the wince that flashed across her face and he didn't miss the way her hand moved to cradle her lower stomach when the baby started moving again.

"Are you alright to drive?"

"Yeah, everything's just uncomfortable." It didn't matter what (Y/n) was doing, she couldn't relax or sit comfy no matter where she was. Driving was no different, she would be in discomfort if she stayed at home. And she could still drive as long as the seat was a bit further back and the she tried not to let the steering wheel jam into her stomach.

"Well, please be careful."

"Your dad doesn't trust my driving," (Y/n) mumbled quietly which caused Chris to grin and bite down on his thumb.

"I didn't say that. You just worry me when you're not well, so be careful. I love you." He leaned down and pressed his fingers beneath her chin to tilt her head up so he could kiss her. He trusted (Y/n)'s driving but he didn't trust her to tell him when she wasn't feeling well or when she was in a lot of pain. He knew she masked it so he didn't worry and that made him panic.

His teeth nipped at her lower lip and he traced his hand down over her stomach, smoothing his thumb over her shirt for a few seconds before he pulled back and shut the door. His hand tapped against the roof out of habit as he walked over towards the jeep.

"You trust my driving, don't you baby?" (Y/n) shifted around in her seat as she pulled out the drive and started heading down the street. Her eyes glanced in the mirror a few times and she found herself smiling when she saw Eddie right behind her.

"Yeah, you drive good."

"Thank you."

(Y/n) ruffled Chris's hair and clicked her spine into place while he turned the radio up and started bopping back and forth along to the tunes. It was easier driving the jeep. (Y/n) had more space in the jeep than in the car and when Chris started to rock and dance, the jeep didn't sway and move as much as their car did.

But Eddie didn't like driving the car, he always ended up revving the engine and going too harsh on the brakes. He was used to the jeep and the bigger vehicles like the trucks at work. And since the jeep was technically Eddie's car that he always drove, (Y/n) used the car.

After three minutes, she watched Eddie turn off left towards the main road while she carried on through the small back roads to get to Chris's school.

The longer she drove, the more uncomfortable she felt. The steering wheel kept bumping and pressing into her stomach and the baby was wriggling and making her lower back ache. She wanted to get out and walk, moving about helped her back whereas sitting down for long periods of time put her in crippling agony.

(Y/n) pulled up in the closest space she could to the school but she dug her nails into the steering wheel when a dull, throbbing ache tore through her abdomen.

Her hand moved to cradle the side of her stomach and she closed her eyes, fighting off the sudden discomfort.

"Mum…" A grin broke out on Chris's face as he leaned across to rest his head on (Y/n)'s arm while his hand grabbed the door handle and started to pull. He tapped his fingers against the door and patiently waited for (Y/n) to speak.

He didn't usually get out the car until either of his parents got out first and handed him his crutches. He had fallen far too many times getting out the car unaided so now he hung back and waited for help. But his mum wasn't moving. She was pushing back in her chair with her eyes closed like she was suddenly praying about something.

"Okay, let's go." (Y/n) tried to keep her tone level and she forced herself to smile as she opened the door and swung her feet out.

She didn't like the way her stomach dropped and her back ached when she was finally on her feet. She had to lean her weight on the car bonnet and push herself to move round to Chris's side.

She held her hand out and let him curl his hands around her hand and wrist and slide down to his feet. She leaned on the car door to hold them both upright until Chris was on his feet and he let go to grab his bag and crutches out the back seat.

"You pick me up?"

"Y-yeah baby, it'll be me."

A forced, gritted smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips as she rested her hand on Chris's back and locked the car.

They always walked him through the gates towards the classroom, it was a habit neither her nor Eddie had broken and Chris felt safer than being left at the gates. It was just something he was used to. But the further (Y/n) walked away from the car, the more panicked she started to feel. Her stomach was churning, she felt like she was going to be sick.

God, she hoped the midwife wouldn't tell her today that she had to go on bedrest for the last three weeks. (Y/n) couldn't handle bedrest.

(Y/n) tightened her hand in the strap of Chris's backpack to stop him from speeding away without her; she couldn't bring herself to walk very fast. But a small sound rumbled past her lips and she tugged on Chris's bag to make him stop walking when her stomach twinged.

Her other hand moved to cradle the bottom of her stomach and she dared not look down. Shakes started to rattle through her bones and when (Y/n) finally forced herself to tilt her chin down into her chest, a quiet 'oh no' past through her lips.

Her waters had broken.

"Accident?" Chris whispered quietly while he reached back to hold (Y/n)'s arm that was resting behind him.

They had tried to talk Chris through what to expect when (Y/n) would have the new baby. They had tried to prepare him and tell him he would most likely be staying with Buck whenever (Y/n) went into labour and Eddie would have to stay with her. But (Y/n) hadn't told Chris about how her waters would break, she didn't think he would be this close by when it happened.

"Yeah… oh, baby, can you walk the rest of the way without me?"

Chris dropped his shoulders but he nodded. It wasn't too far, just a few more metres to the classroom doors and his teacher was waiting outside to welcome everyone inside. He could see his mum wanted and really needed to get back to the car now anyway.

"I think Carla m-might have to pick you up today."

"Why?"

"I think the baby's coming… I need to go get daddy before he gets to work. But we'll be home when you get back, okay?"

The timing had worked out rather well. (Y/n) had been worrying about when she would go into labour, if it would be in the middle of the night or sometime in the evening which would disrupt Chris's routines. She worried they would have to call Buck in the middle of the night and ask him to come and have Chris for them because they were having a home birth.

This worked better. Chris could spend the day at school and hopefully, by the time they needed to pick him up, (Y/n) would have had the baby.

She leaned down and kissed Chris's cheek, managing a smile when his lips curved into a beaming grin and he happily muttered his goodbyes into her neck. (Y/n) watched him toddle over to his teacher and she could just about hear him excitedly say that his mum was going to have a baby today.

"Are you okay, do you need me to help you?"

(Y/n) recognised one of the mums, Alex, aiming her way when she saw how (Y/n) was cradling her stomach and had a puddle at her feet. But she shook her head and forced a smile. She didn't want help. (Y/n) needed to get in the car and get home before the contractions got worse and she was stuck out here at the school. She had to call Eddie and Carla and the midwife.

"No, no I'm good, thank you." She waved her hand to ward Alex away and turned on her heels.

(Y/n) did her best to keep her back straight and walk as normally as she could manage with a burning sensation rippling through her lower stomach.

Once she slumped herself in the car, she let her head fall back on the headrest and fished her phone out her bag. She waited off the next pain before she clipped her phone in the holder near the radio and turned on the engine. (Y/n) needed to go now. She couldn't hang around and waste time in case the contractions got worse.

The midwife- and Eddie's mum- kept on telling her that the second baby would come a lot faster than her first. Chris kept (Y/n) in labour for two days and that had been horrible, especially when Eddie only had a week off from the army before he had to go back for the last month of his tour.

She clicked on Eddie's contact and pulled out the parking lot, praying he hadn't gone out on a call already and that he could answer the phone. If not, (Y/n) would have to try Bobby, and then try the emergency number for the station to get someone to pass a message onto Eddie when he got back from a call.

"Ola mi amor… you haven't found my wallet have you? I can't find it, I was hoping I'd dropped it in the car with you."

(Y/n) had never been so relieved to hear Eddie's voice and she found herself smiling despite her growing discomfort. Her eyes did a quick sweep around the footwell and the passenger side but she couldn't see it. He must have left it somewhere at home.

"No, no I d-don't have it… baby, I think I need you to come hom- fuck!" Her foot slammed down on the brake and she pushed herself as far back in the seat as she could when a contraction burned through her stomach. At least this red light would give her a few seconds to gather herself.

"Baby, what are you doing? Where are you?" The panic was very evident in Eddie's voice and it made (Y/n) feel bad. She wasn't trying to panic him or make him feel bad.

"My water broke. I'm heading home, can you c-come home?"

"I knew you weren't well!" A growl tore through the phone and made a shiver roll down (Y/n)'s spine as she winced. "Yeah, yeah baby I'll tell Bobby and come straight home. Can you call the midwife?"

"I'll call her… when you hang up. We need to call Carla too, for Chris-"

"Don't worry about that, I'll get hold of Carla you focus on getting home and please, please be fucking careful, okay?"

"Okay."

***

"Do you wanna get on the bed yet?" Eddie leaned his head down and spoke softly into her hair as he closed his eyes.

His hands started to run down from her shoulders, down her back near her waist and up again in soft, slow motions. He could feel her nails digging into the back of his hips and her elbows pressed down on his thighs while his knees pressed comfortingly into her upper chest.

Most of Eddie's limbs were starting to go numb from sitting down like this for so long. He was perched on the side of the bed with (Y/n) knelt on the floor between his thighs. Her head was pressed down into the top of his thigh with the top of her head pushing into his abdomen.

She seemed to feel more at ease when she was hunched over or crouching down and neither Eddie nor the midwife were going to stop her if this was the most comfortable thing for her.

“Not yet.” (Y/n) responded quietly, not bothering to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as she tried to keep her mind focused but if another contraction didn't hit her soon, (Y/n) felt like she could fall asleep like this.

"Okay," He turned his head to press his cheek against the top of her hair as his hands continued to run down her back.

Things seemed to have gone so quickly since Eddie got her call this morning. He had barely gotten into his work uniform when she rang so he had to tell Bobby the situation, get himself changed again and come straight back home. The midwife arrived not long after Eddie and for the past three hours, they had been wandering around the bedroom. (Y/n) had paced the room a thousand times with Eddie following behind her like a shadow.

But Eddie had to admit, this was the calmest (Y/n) had been so far. She wasn't agitated or restless or unsure what to do with herself, she seemed to find it easier to sit or kneel like this.

And this is what they wanted. Chris's birth hadn't gone exactly to plan and it had been a horrible two-day labour spent in the hospital. This time, they wanted things to go smoothly, to feel calm and have no complications or worries. The best way to do that, they felt, was to try a home birth and see if being in their own home and setting their own pace might make a difference.

Eddie gently started to sway from left to right while his hands settled on (Y/n)'s upper waist and his face stayed nuzzled against her hair. A soft smile flooded his face when he felt her humming into his trouser leg and her fingers pinched into his back.

He could quite happily of stayed like that for a few more hours, all day in fact. But when his mind started to drift and he almost forgot where he was and what they were doing, he came flooding back to the situation quickly. He felt a shudder ripple beneath (Y/n)'s skin and a groan burned at the back of her throat. She arched her lower back out and pressed down into Eddie's thighs like she was about to slide down and curl up on the floor.

"Alright?" He muttered into her hair as he slowly straightened up and moved his hands to hold (Y/n)'s upper arms.

"I t-think we need to move now." (Y/n) unravelled her arms from around Eddie's torso and moved to plant her hands down on his thighs as she stretched and clicked her spine into place.

She didn't want to move, (Y/n) wished she could stay sitting like this and somehow have the baby in this position. But that contraction felt different, it felt stronger and somehow tighter. The midwife was certain it wouldn't be much longer until they were ready and (Y/n) had a gut feeling that now they were ready.

"Shall we get you on the bed and see how you're doing?" The midwife, Abbi, commented as she walked over to stand behind (Y/n).

She hovered behind (Y/n) like a safety net in case she needed help, but Eddie had it under control.

He slid his hands down to (Y/n)'s hands and looped her arms around his neck while he slid off the edge of the bed so he could crouch down in front of her. A soft smile pulled at Eddie's lips when (Y/n) burrowed her face into his neck and he could feel each panting breath tickle his skin. His arms wove around her waist and he carefully pulled her up with him and turned them around until the back of (Y/n)'s knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Where d'you want me?" He mumbled softly against her temple once (Y/n) was sat in the middle of the bed.

He got his answer when (Y/n) grabbed his hand and gave a sharp tug until he sat down next to her. Eddie slouched back into the pillows and let (Y/n) tilt to the side until she could lean back into his chest and feel his arm curve around her waist.

(Y/n) squeezed his hand tightly when another contraction hit her and her eyes stayed closed while she felt Abbi kneel at the end of the bed.

"Alright, I think you're ready to start pushing now."

Silence fell over the three of them for a few minutes as they waited for the next contraction to hit. Eddie leaned his head forward and pressed his lips against the junction between (Y/n)'s neck and shoulder while his hand fluttered up and down her stomach.

He didn't realise how flushed she felt until she leaned against him. He had opened the window and even put the fan on when (Y/n) suddenly started to sweat and feel sick after the first hour. She was only wearing her bra and he thought she had cooled off, but clinging to her now, Eddie felt like he was hugging a hot water bottle.

Eddie brushed his thumb over the back of (Y/n)'s hand and leaned forward with her when the next contraction hit. He moulded his chest against her back while (Y/n) brought her knees up and tried to stay steady and stop herself from sliding down into the pillows.

"Okay, head's born now, well done."

Something akin to a smile fluttered on (Y/n)'s lips when she felt Eddie move as soon as the midwife spoke. He kept hold of her hand and his other hand stayed on her stomach, but he leaned down to look at their baby.

Eddie didn't usually have the honour of delivering babies on shift, that was either Hen, Bobby or sometimes Buck if he was lucky. Eddie didn't seem to get those callouts. And this was something different for him. This wasn't the same memory he had as when Chris was born. Eddie wasn't sat on the verge of a panic attack when he heard the midwife call for the doctor when Chris got stuck.

Eddie wasn't watching in panic as (Y/n) screamed and flagged and almost passed out in his arms and no one seemed to be able to help her.

This was calmer. This was better. This was how it was supposed to be.

"That's it, push again (Y/n) and they'll be here."

"Almost there, mi amor." Eddie nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s neck and leaned into her while she coiled their entwined hands up to her chest.

A jolt ran down (Y/n)'s spine and she felt like she was seeing stars when she heard a cry burst through the air. Her body slumped back into Eddie and she couldn't hear whatever he said even though she could feel his lips moving against her neck and his voice vibrated against her skin. His arms tightened around her waist in a comforting, bubbling hug as he held her tightly to his chest and started to sway them side to side.

Her shaking hand let go of Eddie's hand and she moved to grip his forearms when one arm stayed around her waist and the other curled across her chest. Clinging to his arm grounded her and stopped her from feeling like she was about to pass out. She let her head flop back on his shoulder and her wet lips smothered his neck as her nails punctured into his arms.

"You've got another little boy."

(Y/n)'s lips curved up into a smile and she kissed his neck a bit firmer this time before she tilted her head down. Her forehead tilted against Eddie's jaw and her eyes focused on the midwife who was smiling down at their little baby.

"H-he's okay?" Trembling set all through (Y/n)'s system but she eagerly held her arms out when Abbi leaned forward to settle him on her chest. Her hands moved to cradle his tiny legs and the back of his head as he curled up on her chest.

"He's just fine."

When Eddie rested his hand over (Y/n)'s on the back of their newborn's head, she tilted her head up and pecked his jaw. "You lost," She whispered quietly, unable to stop herself from smiling against his sharp jaw.

"I did, I lost the bet, mi amor." Tears began to fall from his eyes as he turned to kiss her temple but he couldn't stop himself from grinning and letting out a chuckle. Eddie had been so sure they were going to have a girl. He had been certain enough to place a bet against (Y/n) and Chris who both guessed it would be a boy.

(Y/n) tried to sit up a bit straighter and Eddie moved to sit behind her a little more so she could continue to lean on him. He leaned his cheek against her temple when her head fell back on his shoulder but his eyes darted down to look at her when a sharp gasp burst past her lips and she groaned.

Her heels scraped against the bed and her knees tensed and quivered when another striking pain cut through her abdomen.

"Fuck." Her eyes closed and she pushed back into Eddie, trying not to move or twist too move and unsettle the newborn on her chest. "Ow… oww, it really hurts now." (Y/n) couldn't hide the panic from her voice as she leaned into Eddie again until he moved to wrap both arms tightly around her waist.

She didn't remember the afterbirth hurting this much when they had Chris. Granted, his birth had been stressful, but (Y/n) remembered that she barely felt the afterbirth.

"Hey, it's okay," Her teeth sank down into her lip as Eddie spoke in hushed whispers against her temple and Abbi moved to lean forward.

"Try and stay still for me a moment." Abbi tried to be gentle when she shuffled closer and examined (Y/n)'s stomach. "Okay… (Y/n), it's hurting because that's not the placenta, that's baby number two."

(Y/n)'s lips twitched up into a lopsided smile and she shook her head before she pressed her forehead into Eddie's chin and nudged him. Waiting for him to tell Abbi she was wrong. She wasn't having twins. None of her prenatal appointments had shown twins. They were having one baby and he was already here in her arms.

"No… no, I- oow, Eddie t-take him." Broken gasps left (Y/n)'s lips as her chest coiled forward into her stomach like she was trying to fold herself in half.

She sat forward and let her trembling arms move towards Eddie when he unravelled from her and carefully eased their boy into his arms instead. He kept his shoulder and arm pressed into (Y/n)'s back and his knee bumped her hip as he tried to stay close to comfort her.

"I think you need to keep pushing, mi amor." He murmured softly into her neck as he perched his chin on her shoulder and started to kiss her neck when she cried out.

"No. What h-have you done?" (Y/n) muttered defeatedly, turning her head sharply to glare down at her husband who shrank down against her and stayed tucked up against her neck so he couldn't see her glare.

"I'm sorry baby," He mused as he shifted their boy into the crook of his left arm and gingerly reached his right hand out towards (Y/n), testing the waters. He would take the blame for this and he would take her anger and frustration but Eddie wanted to feel like he could help or at least shed some comfort on her. His heart jumped when (Y/n) groaned again but she reached down and clenched his hand in hers so tightly she almost broke his thumb.

"Keep pushing, you're almost done now." Abbi encouraged softly as she leaned to get another towel and some blankets lined up ready. "That's it… again… and baby's here."

As soon as that second weight felt like it had been lifted from her abdomen, (Y/n) slumped to the right. She flopped her head on Eddie's shoulder and braced her palm down on the bed to keep herself upright.

"You've got a sweet little girl now, too."

Tears streamed down (Y/n)'s face when the little girl was moved into her arms. She brought her hands up and tilted her chest back a little so she could hold her daughter against her chest before she looked over at Abbi.

"No more?" She wanted to laugh but she didn't have the nerve or the energy, but she managed a smile when Abbi grinned.

"No, just those two. I promise." Abbi hadn't come here to deliver twins, this was an unexpected surprise for them all.

"She's tiny," (Y/n) mused to herself quietly as she looked from the little girl in her arms and up to her husband who didn't know where to look. He kept darting his eyes between them both before he moved his free hand down to brush his finger against his daughter's cheek.

He leaned over and nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s cheek before he leaned forward and merged his lips against hers. He could taste her salt tears mingling with his own and he stole what little air she had left in her lungs. When they parted, he rested his temple forward against hers and stayed so close he could feel each breath fanning across his tingling lips.

"Where were you hiding her, mi amor?"

***

"Surprise!"

"I brought a few extras along, I hope you don't mind." Carla kept one hand clamped down on Chris's shoulder while she motioned her other hand behind her towards the team. They all crowded around the doorstep, beaming grins on their faces and anticipation bubbling through all of them.

"Course not, come in."

Eddie's chest bubbled and burst with adrenaline and he reached down to scoop Chris up before he moved out the way to let them all in.

"Mum had the baby?" Chris let his crutches drop near the shoe box so he could wind his arms around his dad's neck. He knew the moment he saw Carla at the school gates that his mum must have either had the baby or be in the process of having the baby. She wouldn't have sent Carla unless it was an emergency. And when he got out the car and saw the rest of the 118 on his doorstep, it only made Chris happier.

He was all for celebrations and parties and this was a reason for everyone to gather together and celebrate.

"She has… and we have a surprise for you all. You ready?"

"Congratulations, so, what do we have?" Evan clapped his hand down on Eddie's shoulder as Hen, Bobby and Athena followed closely behind. The only person missing was Chimney since he was still on shift but he would be down soon with Maddie when they had the chance.

"You say that like it's your kid too," Hen muttered under her breath while she and Athena moved to place some flowers and little presents down on the sofa.

"It's my godchild I'll have you know."

Eddie rolled his eyes and moved both his hands to hold Chris's shoulders as he moved his son to walk in front of him. He let Chris lead the team down the hallway towards his and (Y/n)'s bedroom at the far end. They were all going to get a surprise in a minute.

"How's she doing?" Carla rested her hand on Eddie's back while her other hand smoothed up and down her thigh in anticipation.

She had been more than happy to collect Chris for them after school and it had been lovely to see Chris so excited. He'd barely been able to focus on any lessons he had all day because he just wanted to go home and see his parents and the new edition to their family.

"She's doing great, real great. Alright, go find the surprise." Eddie leaned forward to open the door before he let go of Chris and let him barge into the room like a train at full speed.

A grin pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she heard Chris calling out for her as he made a beeline for the bed. She made sure the newborn was safely tucked in her left arm, held close to her chest before she reached her right arm out. Chris flopped on the side of the bed and slumped against (Y/n)'s chest with his arms wound tight around her neck and his face buried in her shoulder.

(Y/n) kissed the top of his head and grinned into his curls when he started to giggle madly.

"Baby! What is it? Is it a boy?"

Chris leaned down so his chest and stomach were flopped on the side of the bed and his legs were dangling over the edge so his feet could tap the floor and keep him propped up. He kept one hand on (Y/n)'s arm like he was silently trying to comfort them both and his right hand reached out towards the baby in her arms.

His smile spread so wide he could barely keep his eyes open. He watched the newborn start to wriggle in his mum's arms but their eyes stayed closed and the cream Winnie The Pooh onesie didn't give away if Chris had a brother or sister.

"This is your brother." (Y/n) tilted her arm a bit closer to Chris so he could place his hand down on his brother's chest. And her eyes lifted to look around the other people crowding into her bedroom. They'd never had this many people in their room before.

Carla moved to stand behind Chris, already tearing up and trying to get a better view of the bundle in her arms. While Bobby and Athena stood near right side of the room behind Carla, and Evan and Hen stood at the foot of the bed.

"Knew it! Daddy, you lost the bet." Chris stuck his tongue out at Eddie who was stood on the other side of the bed with one of the softest smiles Chris had ever seen.

"Oh, you owe me twenty." Evan barely let his eyes flit across to Eddie before he moved to sit on the end of the bed and lean over to try and get a sneak peek at his nephew. He had agreed with (Y/n) and Chris that they would have a baby boy and Eddie had been determined enough to add money to the bet. He had lost. Evan had won, he seemed to be on a winning streak at the moment.

"I don't, actually. I won too."

Eddie could feel the tension building in the air and the adrenaline that rummaged through his chest making him feel like he was on fire. He tried to ignore the eyes settling on him as he leaned down over the cot near the window and slowly picked up his daughter who was starting to wake up.

He moved over and gently sat down on the bed next to (Y/n), but when he dared to lift his eyes away from his little girl, he couldn't breathe. All he saw were wide eyes and slacked jaws.

"Twins?" Carla clapped her hands before she could stop herself and suddenly felt like an excited teenager.

"We got a little, unexpected surprise."

As soon as Evan leaned across the bed with a very sweet 'may I?', (Y/n) nodded and leaned over to ease her son into his arms. She could see Eddie watching with swelling pride as Hen leaned over Evan's shoulder to get a look at the newest addition.

(Y/n) looked up towards Eddie before she glanced down at Chris. "Do you wanna hold your sister?"

She didn't need to ask, the look in Chris's eyes said it all. He pushed up and scrambled onto the bed, climbing over (Y/n)'s legs until Eddie passed the newborn over to (Y/n) and reached out for Chris. He held Chris under the arm and lifted him over so he didn't accidentally send a foot into (Y/n)'s stomach. He placed Chris down in the centre of the bed between them and held his arms in the correct position while (Y/n) turned to face them.

(Y/n) carefully eased her daughter down into Chris's arms with Eddie's hands curved around his so he could hold his sister properly. They let the newborn settle on Chris's lap with her head in the crook of Chris's arm who started to laugh.

"She's very small," He muttered quietly while he kept his left arm supporting her head, and moved his right hand to hold her hand. He brought her arm up towards his face to examine how small she really was. She didn't feel heavy in his arms, she looked smaller than he expected. More like a doll than a real life baby.

"How much does she weigh?" Hen looked between the two babies before she glanced over at Eddie. It was clear which one was the healthier twin, considering their boy was heavier and larger than their little girl who was very petite.

"Only five pounds."

"You said baby… not two babies," Chris looked up from his sister to smile rather confusingly at his mum. He hadn't been told to expect two new siblings, they only said they were having a baby.

He felt Eddie lean over to kiss the back of his head and (Y/n) reached her hand out to rub across his arm as she smiled fondly down at her family.

"Well, it's your dad's birthday next month… I thought I'd surprise him."

[archangeldyke-all]

Oooh for Roach Verse, what about:

-Holiday funtime antics?

-Jinx has a school bully and those chuckleheads create the most over the top plots to help her out, lol

-Jinx brings home a stray

-The gang gives Roach the day off from cooking/ healing/general caretaking and it goes about as well as you'd imagine

-Jinx has a crush on some kid, and Silco/Sevika are not coping well

That's off the top of my head, I gotta go reread the Roach series now! lol

these are so fucking fantastic, i might revisit this a few times to do some of the other prompts too omg. but the one with jinx bringing home a stray??? chaos i love it.

men and minors dni

lock's been avoiding you all day.

it's strange. usually, you, lock and ran are like the three musketeers-- always getting into and back out of trouble together.

but today... lock's been avoiding you like the plague.

it's a little funny. the man's three hundred pounds of pure muscle, tattooed and pierced on nearly every inch of his skin, but each time he walks in a room with you there, he turns on his heel and runs away like a scared little girl.

mostly, though, you're just worried that you've pissed off your friend.

"he really hasn't said anything to you?" you ask ran. they're 'helping' you make sandwiches for lunch-- eating more than they are assembling, but still. you appreciate the company.

"nah, he's been jumpy around me too." they mumble around a mouthful of turkey. you cringe in disgust as you watch them squirt a dollop of mustard directly into their mouth, on top of the mush of turkey on their tongue. "don' worry. we'll get 'im drunk and interrogate him tonight." ran promises, patting your shoulder. you giggle, smacking your friend's hand away from the cold cuts.

twenty minutes later, you're making your rounds across the bar and delivering sandwiches to the crew.

singed and deckard barely notice you, both of them searching the lab for something when you drop off their sandwiches. singed shouts a distracted "thank you roach!" before the basement door slams behind you.

thieram's still asleep-- preparing to stay up all night tonight for work. you put his sandwich on his desk and gently nudge him. "'s almost two." you whisper. he grunts.

"thamk y' r'ch." he mumbles.

your next stop is silco's office, since lock is still hiding from you. you gently knock on the door. "lunch!" you call.

"come in!" silco shouts.

silco's laying back in his office chair, his feet propped up on his desk, a cigar between his lips as he scrubs at his temples. you raise an eyebrow at his haggard appearance, gently placing his sandwich beside the papers littering his desk.

"rough day?" you guess. silco groans. from the sound of his groan alone, you know he needs a bitch-session. you happily plop down on the couch next to his desk, tearing into your sandwich and nodding at silco. "spill. but make it quick, i still gotta feed the kid."

silco groans again at the mention of his foster daughter, and you burst into laughter. of course it's about jinx. silco's never this angsty about business. "she's been avoiding me all day." he sighs, dropping his hands to look at you. you furrow your brows.

"it's only one." you say. he huffs.

"she was acting cagey last night too. has she said anything to you?" he asks. you shake your head no.

you're usually the first person jinx goes to bitch about silco to. you or sevika. so the fact that you haven't heard anything only makes her behavior stranger. silco groans again.

"i don't even know what i did! we were perfectly fine at lunch yesterday, and now she won't even let me in her room!"

"she's probably just hormonal. puberty, silco, it's different for girls man." you try to explain. he just shakes his head.

"no it's not that."

you take another bite of your sandwich, gesturing at silco to do the same. he huffs and rolls his yes, but he at least takes a bite, so you're happy. "lock's been acting jumpy around me too. maybe it's just somethin' in the air." you suggest.

silco's eyes sharpen at your words. the second you hear yourself say it, you figure it out too.

"oh, shit." you mumble, jumping off the couch. "what did those shits get themselves into now?" you ask, scooping up the last few sandwiches you have left to deliver and running toward the office door. silco starts to chuckle behind you-- a defeated laugh, one that means he knows he's about to have an even bigger headache that he did when he just thought jinx was upset with him.

"don't let them drag you into it, roach. i need you as my informant." he begs. you laugh.

"i'll let you know what i find out." you call over your shoulder as you stumble into the hallway and slam silco's office door shut behind him.

you take off toward jinx's room, not bothering to knock, knowing it would only give them time to hide whatever shit they're up to.

you slam the door open, and your eyebrows fly up your forehead when not just jinx and lock; but jinx, lock and sevika all turn to look at you with big guilty eyes.

you groan. "what did you do?"

"now, hold on, why do you assume we--"

"babe, i promise i had nothing to do with it until just this morn--"

"i am so sorry roach, i told her not to--"

they all start to speak at the same time, flailing wildly as their voices overlap. and then, from a pile of blankets and plushies on jinx's bed, a raspy 'meow' floats above all the rambling voices.

they all cringe simultaneously, their heads snapping over to the bed. you burst into defeated laughter.

"a cat!?" you ask, walking over to the bed. jinx's eyes grow a little wider at the smile on your face, and she's the first to run up to your side. "oh, janna." you groan through your smile as you look down at the mangy thing. "fuck, jinx, it's probably getting fleas and lice all over your covers."

she blinks up at you with wide eyes. "but she's so cute, roach!" she squeals. you giggle at the girl, then look up at your friends.

lock's cooing down at the cat, gently patting its forehead as it purrs into his hand. sevika's watching it with a smile she's trying and failing to bite back.

"you're all suckers!" you cry. they both look up at you guiltily.

"jinx is gonna name 'er shitstorm." sevika supplies. you laugh despite yourself, reaching out to ruffle jinx's bangs. it's the perfect name for the poor little cat.

"where did you even find this thing?" you ask. jinx shrugs.

"i heard meowing in the lab last night. found her hiding in a corner, all scared and alone." jinx pouts, reaching down to pet the cat. it seems to know jinx is it's savior-- licking at her hand and closing its eyes as she pets it.

it occurs to you that this is probably what deckard and singed were looking for earlier. you have to bite back a laugh-- this cat is one lucky fucker, narrowly avoiding a brutal death of shimmer experimentation to become a little girl's fur-baby.

"roach..." jinx whispers. you look up from the little cat, rolling your eyes at the wet puppy eyes jinx is blinking at you. "please can we keep her?" she whines.

you huff, throw each of your friends their sandwich, then lean forward and pick the cat up, holding it to your chest. it's a docile little thing, cuddling against you the second you got it in your arms. jinx is wiggling with glee before you, already knowing what your answer's going to be. you flip her off, and she grins.

"fine." you grunt. jinx and lock burst into happy squeals, jumping up and down as they hold each other's hands. sevika's grinning behind the pair. "but you three gotta help me take care of this mess understand?" you ask. they all nod.

"whatever you need, roach." lock promises, grining. you giggle.

"okay. lock, take jinx's bedding out back and burn it-- it's easier than trying to wash out all the bugs and diseases." jinx pouts a bit at the thought of losing her star-themed sheets, and you nudge her with your foot. "you still got your dinosaur sheets in the closet. and i'll buy you a new set next time we're at the markets, okay?" you ask. she nods up at you. lock gets to work stripping her bed.

"jinx, go talk to silco. he thinks you're mad at him."

"you think he's gonna let me keep 'er?" she asks, worried. you snort.

"jinx, you could ask silco for the moon and he'd find a way to bring it to you." you say. jinx smiles shyly at this, and you ruffle her bangs again. "tell 'im i say that pets are good for kids' social development, or some bullshit like that. she'll be good for pest control in the bar. get him to take you shopping for some food and a litter box for little shitstorm, okay?" you ask.

jinx grins and nods up at you, wrapping your legs in a quick hug before taking off down the hall to talk to silco. you laugh as you watch her go.

sevika's the only one left, blinking at you guiltily from across jinx's room. you snort at the sight of her. "come help me clean this little shit." you mumble, nodding toward jinx's bathroom.

sevika follows with a smile.

"you're the sucker." she teases as you pass her the cat, plugging the sink and filling it with warm soapy water. you snort.

"you know she was supposed to be one of singed's test subjects?" you ask. sevika bursts into laughter, scratching the cat under her chin. she purrs so loud it's like a little motor. "i went down there today, he and deckard were tearing the lab apart looking for the cat." you laugh.

sevika snorts. "after her bath i'll go break the news to 'em."

down the hall, silco's shocked voice rings out. "a cat!?"

you and sevika burst into giggles.

you take the cat from her hands, firmly holding it as you start to scrub it's skin free of bugs. she yowls at the water, but settles down once you start to scrub her, seemingly liking her bath. sevika wraps an arm around your waist, kissing your head as you work.

"she is a cute little thing. makes me feel bad for all the creatures jinx didn't rescue from singed." you whisper. sevika chuckles.

"honestly, babe, we're just lucky singed hasn't started experimenting on humans yet." she jokes.

thumping footsteps come running toward jinx's room. you both look up in time to see ran round the corner, a manic grin on their face. "a cat!" they squeal, pushing into the bathroom to coo down at the sweet little thing. "awe, hello sweet girl!" they cry, taking the cat out of your hands and into their arms.

you giggle at sevika's shocked expression-- ran's just a ball of sunshine under their bangs and eyeliner-- and pass ran a clean towel to wrap the cat in.

"you got it from here?" you ask your friend, trusting that they know how to care for the creature better than you. they grin, pressing kisses to the wet cat's head.

"jinx already named me godparent. suck it, bitches." ran says, sticking their tongue out at you and sevika, hugging the cat closer to their chest.

sevika snorts and you roll your eyes fondly.

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DELTA DAWN - part 2// Bee in your bonnet

Pairing: camp counselour!joel miller x camp lifeguard!afab!reader

Rating: E!!!!! 18+ MDNI

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: (1979 summer camp AU) Things go south one morning after a particularly catty argument between Joel and our lifeguard in Joel's boat shed/self proclaimed 'man cave'. - Pictures in the moodboard are simply to get the imagination racing and for me to spill my pinterest all over your screens, the reader is at no point described!

Chapter warnings: age gap (20 + 49), enemies to loves - i mean it, mean!joel, lowkey mean!reader but we love them both, slight vouyerism, cigarette smoking, talk of pornographic magazines, complicated relationship (billy and reader dw), oral (fem receiving), semi-public sex (door open but thats it, degrading, pet names (kiddo, sweetie, doll - the good stuff ykyk), fingering idk, slow burn, fem!masturbation dirty talk, no descriptors of reader except she has hair and is a similar height to joel cause im tired of the lack of tall girl representation in fics, sorry... if that ruins it for you just imagine i never said that), NO USE OF Y/N.

a/n: eekkkk ok you can probably tell from his horrific piece of writing that ive never done proper smut and i went a little overboard but i'm sure you'll like it anyway. i've probably got one or two more parts of their story left in me, depending on how happy i want the ending to be. Id love to get requests if anyone has any bright ideas! I love the 3 people who are reading this, it really makes me blush and you don't even know it.... also lmk if you want to be on the taglist for any future writings xxxx

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You were up in the chair early. Waking especially to sit and watch as the sun rose higher over the lake and above the pines, hoping to get there before Joel, just so you had time to ground yourself. You toyed with the cigarette between your fingers, a habit of yours that had really been getting you through the last agonising couple of days of avoiding Joel Miller, but there was no putting it off this morning. 

Kayaking. Something you’d never really specialised in and were not convinced you'd know how to deal with if things were to go south.However, as always, you kept your doubts to yourself. Joel was taking the kids today, he was good with them and obviously knew what he was doing on the water. You hoped that meant no accidents.

“No smoking in the chair, cupcake.” Here we go again.

“Good morning to you too, cupcake.” You rolled your eyes, not bothering to turn around to see the one thing on your frazzled mind, not bothering to put out the cigarette either, 

“Kids’ll be here soon, Lou’s bringin’em” He said coldly in reply, standing beside your chair, his face level with your hips as he looked out to the water.

 Even being raised above him like this you still felt vulnerable, what was it about him? He turned to look up at you with his big arms crossed against his torso, “so, be a doll and put that thing out f’me will’ya?” The chair rocked slightly as he patted it, condescending as ever. 

You rolled your eyes yet again and dropped the cigarette down beside his feet, raising your eyebrows. It was bratty and yeah probably a little crueller than required, but it felt damn good. “Happy?” you were pushing it, really pushing it, you could see it in Joel's hard expression. his impressive profile was only defined by the hot mid-morning sun as he glared up at you through narrowed eyes. He put on his ray-bans and turned away. =

The kids hung onto every word he said as he stood in front of you explaining to them how to kayak, in a way they never did with Billy or Abel, or even Sharon. You tried to listen, tried to look out at the lake, tried to do something that wasn't blatantly staring at his tight ass, the muscles in his back under his t-shirt. It was torture, adjusting in your chair, shifting around like a bitch in heat. 

“Eyes on the water, lifeguard,” He taunted you from the deck, you’d really needed to remember your sunglasses next time. 

If you thought the other day was bad, this was worse, sitting there melting into your lifeguard chair watching Joel being the hottest man alive and not caring how it might make you feel. The kids were playing capture the flag in the woods by the light of the setting sun, giving you a minute to cool off against a tree, the cigarettes lighting themselves at this point. 

Your skin was lit up by the orange light that dotted through the trees as it sunk below the horizon. It was the first moment of mercy you’d gotten from this god-awful day of Joel Miller and his stupid tanned skin, the little sweat droplets on the back of his neck, his salt and pepper scruff, the thought of how it would feel against your inner-

“Found you,” You smelt Billy before you saw him, his freckled arms embracing you from behind, knocking you out of your dreamy state. 

“You know this thing? It's called a shower, real cool I hear?” You chuckled, trying to laugh a little to disguise it as a joke, the last thing it was.

“Haha, very funny,” Billy smirked, planting wet kisses across your neck from behind, the moustache he’d been trying to grow tickling your jaw. 

“Quit it,” You raised your hands, your shoulders tensing like an alarmed cat as he grinds messily against you, “There's kids around you little shit.”

Billy murmured a chuckle against your skin, his tongue tracing against it, a sensation that had the hairs on your arms standing up. “I’ll make it quick,” Now there was something you could count on. 

“I said quit,” you turned abruptly to look at him, brushing yourself off, realising the harsh tone of voice you’d used. He looked pained, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes darting around your face quizzically. 

“You know what,” Billy folded his arms, looking you up and down bitterly, “Im tired of you being a fuckin’ prude the whole time,” His voice was raised, whiny, trying to sound like his father. 

You scoffed, putting your head in your hands and shaking your head in disbelief, this kid was insane. “Its not my duty to fuck you whenever you so wish, christ, you really are an entitled son of a gun,” 

Billy stamped out his cigarette onto the ground, “Nasty bitch,” he shook his head, spitting on the floor, charming. “Don’t know why I even bother.” He marched off, back to his cabin probably, off to write another song about how much he hates women you’d have the pleasure of hearing at his next gig.

The day was dragging, it seemed unceasing, like this spiralling, horny, angry mess that was your body. The forest was quiet again without Billy’s cursing, often you’d hear a distant shout from a kid who’d been caught or a group of them running around, but it was hard to differentiate from a bird call, or the wind in the trees.

“Trouble in paradise.” Great. 

“Look, I am not in the mood, so be a sweetie and kindly fuck the fuck off.” 

That earnt an impressed chuckle from behind you, another pair of broad shoulders leaning beside you on the tree. “S’ my darn woods, ‘do whatever the hell i like, thank you missy,”

“Joel I'm serious, whatever witty little jabs you're cooking up, save them for another day,” You looked to him, it was hard to look away whenever you did. 

“Wasn’t,” He shrugged, there was that gruff, southern nonchalance yet again, christ how it got to you, the complete opposite of Billy’s incessant bitching. You almost wished he cared enough to go off on you the way Billy tried to. 

“Well…” you paused, eyes darting over his face, the strong profile, low set brows, those pouty lips you’d gotten pretty damn used to this week. “Dont,” you concluded.

“You really do have a bee in your bonnet don't you, kiddo,” there it was, just as you’d predicted, calm and collected and making you want to blow his brains out.

You shrugged. “Its Billy,” You shook your head, well that was only one of the bees in your very buzzy bonnet, Joels fucking face was the other. “You heard?” 

He nodded, “I heard enough,” you both stood in the ambience of the evening, kids whooping, birds sounding from the trees. “Billy’s a dick you know that, ‘don’t know a single fucker from here to Timbuktu that dont know that,”  

You couldn't help but chuckle, relaxing further against the tree, your shoulders untensing for the first time in weeks, forgetting who the enemy was. “You know fuckers in Timbuktu?” 

“I bet I do,” he nodded, crossing his arms against his broad chest, the camp staff t-shirt barely accommodating his largeness. 

Joel sighed, looking over at you, “got one of them cancer sticks you're always suckin’ on?” you had a whole pack of them in your back pocket. 

He thanked you and lit one with the janky lighter you'd stolen from Abel, smoke muddying your view of him. There was a lull. “I don't know why you lead that bastard on,” he said through the smoke. 

“Im hardly leading him on,” You scoffed, lighting a cigarette for yourself. “He was the one who wanted to keep this to strictly fuck-buddies,” Lucky for you, imagine being Billies girlfriend, jeepers.

“Sounds like you can’t even do that?” he smirked, and there he was again. 

“You know, as I find myself repeating these days, s’really none of your business,” you laughed, turning to him, sighing through the familiar heat in your abdomen, the butterflies that felt more like horse flies in your stomach back and buzzing harder than ever. 

“You're makin’ it my business, havin’ your lover's spat in my earshot.” he retaliated calmly.

you opened your mouth to bite back with something that attempted to match his condescension, but that was an impossible task. “You know what,” you settled on, again grasping for something to finish that sentence. “Fuck,” again you were gotten the better of.

“I’m stuck with him for the next three weeks, so, gotta keep sweet for that long I guess, maybe put out a couple times.” 

He nodded, stamping out his cigarette next to billies, “S’a damn shame,” The eye contact felt like glass in your eyes, felt a big hand twisting your throat till it turned blue, it was those eyes of his in that permanent, laboured squint which you assumed came with age, they killed you. A damn shame. The words played on repeat like a song on Sharon's broken radio, the static soiling his voice in your mind. A damn shame. He was right, it was a damn shame. 

“Would you make sure to deal with those kayaks tomorrow morning’, lifeguard? Just gotta pile em’ up in the shed,” He said over his shoulder as he turned to saunter away. 

Before you could get your bearings, you were alone again, admittedly less grateful for it too. 

Morning, kayaks, shed. Sounded like a relatively agreeable task that wasn't asking too much right? Wrong. You were lucky your body had gotten into the rhythm of waking up at sunrise cause this was a goliath task. Hauling 15 kayaks from one side of the lake to the other wasn't something you’d factored into your morning of rest and relaxation. You’d planned to take a secret dip, maybe grab a coffee, take a shower if you had time. But no, you were out sweating under the morning sun, huffing like a workhorse.

When the last kayak was hauled into the dirty little shed you reclined on the desk, all dusty and grotty but it didn’t even matter. Heck, you weren't even perturbed by the smug house spider that was perched close to your palm, not even giving a second thought to the porn magazine discarded beside your head. All you could think about was how this wasn't what you’d bargained for when you agreed to go on this little jaunt up to the northwest, oh yeah, and how much you hated Joel Miller. 

After a couple of minutes of huffing and puffing, grumbling to yourself about how you were meant to be in LA by now, living a rich and famous life as some kind of starlet, a model, an actress maybe. The shed was a mess, every surface littered with junk. There was fishing equipment, books, more beer cans than you could count, the whole thing screamed Joel. 

Soon, without even meaning to, your nimble fingers were straightening objects, tossing the cans into the bin, dusting, flicking through boxes, you even took the spider outside. 

“Hey,” You heard a jumpy voice from behind you, clearly receiving the same fright you’d got from the sound of his voice. “What are you-” It was Joel, an accusatory expression all over his knitted brow. He saw the small desk bin behind your back, the cans in it, he saw the neat shelves and dusted desk with all his papers stacked orderly. 

“Hey hey hey, I have a system..” Joel bolted over to where you stood, snatching the bin out of your hands, his knuckles grazing yours, you were in deep if such a small gesture made your heart drop so far down. “There's a system,” he repeated, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on his uncluttered desk, looking… pained, addled by the whole thing. 

You scoffed, enjoying seeing Joel off guard, it was always you getting snuck up on, getting caught in a vulnerable situation. “Is the system complete chaos, cause wow Joel, im impressed,” you put your hands on your hips, your little red shorts riding dangerously high. 

“No one asked you to go messing in my affairs,” he tutted, rubbing his brow, god he was a drama queen. 

“Your affairs?” you laughed maniacally, “By your affairs do you mean a few dozen beer bottles, some dusty kayaks and your crusty spank bank mag?” 

He scoffed, looking down at the magazine down on the desk. He'd been got, he’d give you that. “Just clear off, don’t need your bitchin,” He turned his back on you, tampering with your neat new order on his desk, “too damn early,”

You were furious, not even a thank you? If not for drastically improving his workspace, at least for stacking the kayaks, a lot of work if you did say so yourself. “Are you kidding,” you whined, walking up to stand behind him, trying to get his attention. 

“I’ve been doing hard fucking labour, sleepy head, what were you doing? Jerking it into a porn mag I'm guessing?” he chuckled at this, turning over his shoulder to look at your exasperated expression. “Hard labour?” he murmured, audibly amused by your claim.

“Oh you poor thing,” he mocked, turning round fully to look at you, “Doll, you ain’t done a day of hard labour in your pretty little life.” He smirked wildly.

“You don’t know a thing about my life Miller,” you said, sounding like some cheesy cowboy movie, his accent rubbing off on her a little. This caused a full belly laugh to erupt from him, it caught you off guard.

“Your life ain't nothin’ but sunshine and rainbows, sugar, maybe a day’a ‘hard labour’ would do you some good.” He chuckled, walking across the room and correcting the ‘mess’ you made of his ‘system’. “Fuck you,” you bellowed, crossing your arms, your eyes wide and full of fury as you watched him in all his casual, condescending glory. 

“You are maybe the most infuriating motherfuck on this damn earth,” you said through your teeth, so mad, so hot, so done with it all. He just chuckled again, raising his eyebrows, you were starting to just want his attention, wanting him to reciprocate your anger, not caring how you got there. 

“And by the way, I don't care how you see it, I've been up all morning slaving away at something I am certainly not paid for and I don't even get a thank you?” You blurted out, the words falling out of you, you convinced yourself you felt sweat actually drip from your chin. 

He turned to you, annoyingly amused, but there was something else, an underlying rage that really disrupted the usual sedate presence he provided. “Thank you?” He smirked, quirking an eyebrow. 

You paused, never had you ever felt so damn angry at a man. “Listen up-” you began with a huff before being interrupted by Joel stalking over to you with a hostile smirk on his face. Towering over you even though you were a similar height, you backed up against his desk very slightly, trying to keep your chin raised cockily. 

“Are you always this fuckin’ cranky?” he shook his head in amused disbelief and let out an exasperated scoff at the stuttering look on your face. 

You could feel your heart beating like that of a hamster, hammering against your chest. He was so close you could smell him, old spice deodorant, campfires, the slightest tang of sweat and lake water, also the musty dust smell of the shack, you thought you might faint like some Victorian chick. 

He was close, too close for comfort, his muscular frame, the threat of a non-sedate Joel wasn't something that settled you. You gazed into those eyes of his, narrow and all-seeing under a thick, heavy brow. “How’re we gonna cheer you up, huh kiddo?” He raised his eyebrows in mock concern, your mouth was left agape, eyes so wide they might pop. Joel was closer now, looking down at her very slightly, his breath fanned over her face. Holy fuck.

“Can’t have you all bitchy after doin’ me one little task, now can we?” He said after a beat, placing his hand on your jaw, wiping away a caked bit of dirt, probably from all that ‘hard labour,’ his big thumb moved from your jaw to swipe across your lips softly, gently feeling the plush, pillowy skin, freshly chapstick-ed from the Carmex in your pocket. “Can we, sugar?” he repeated the rhetorical question down at you. She shook her head lightly, the obedience hitting her like a 10 foot wave. 

“That's better, that's it, that's better,” He said softly, like he was talking to a jumpy animal. “Not so hard being a nice girl is it now? Not so bad?” he cocked his head and raised her brow, she shook her head absentmindedly once more, completely entranced by whatever was happening to her right here against Joel's desk. 

He nodded, his hand darting between your teeth, his other fingers holding your jaw still underneath. The other hand rested precariously on your thigh, leaning closer so you were sat up on the desk, right beside the dirty mag. 

He let his hand trace drowsy circled under the hem of your shorts, his eyes following, “Think you're cute?” he smirked, his eyes told a different story, taunting, stormy. “walkin' round in those little damn shorts, all prissy, like you own the place?” He said darkly, almost to yourself, holding your eyes with his, his thumb swiping between your teeth, pressing the pad against your tongue. “Suck,” You did it straight away, hollowing your cheeks out and letting whatever this was happen.

You convinced yourself it was some kind of gross fever dream, being out in the heat for the last few days had given you hallucinations, but it felt real, the taste was real on your tongue, his taste. you lapped it up like medicine. 

He clenched his jaw and gazed at your lips wrapping around his thick thumb, fuck. His fingers grazed the seam of your bikini bottoms under your shorts, he could already feel how warm you were down there, how much this was getting to you. He held eye contact with you as he pulled your shorts off, motioning for you to lift your ass, you were feeling compliant, a rare feeling. 

Your bikini bottoms followed, leaving you bare on the desk, the lifeguard top riding up your midriff revealing your glistening (very 70s (interpret that however you like)) cunt to the daylight that streamed in through the open door - a risk Joel seemed to be taking, or something he probably hadn't even considered. 

He rolled his neck, his hands on his hips, he seemed to be considering his options, weighing up the consequences. You pushed your knees together, hoping for a little modesty, the answer was no as Joel's big hands reached down and parted your legs once again. 

“Ah, ah, baby,” he smirked wildly, truly a man starved. He reached down and dragged his finger between your folds, holding the wet digit to the light. It was all achingly slow, he sucked his finger clean, his eyes on yours as he tasted you, letting out a gruff, guttural groan. 

“This gonna keep you sweet?” he said with an icy smirk, her skin was like a furnace; a sweaty, wet, flustered, confused puddle on this desk, dripping everywhere. “Keep you outta my way for a couple days maybe, kiddo?” He chuckled, looking at her domineeringly. “How’s that sound?” 

You nodded eagerly, your expression desperate, whiny, you needed this bad. “When you touch yourself, whadd’ya think 'bout?” he taunted, leaning a hand either side of your hips on the desk, “You,” you gave in, it was just too easy when he talked to you like that. 

“Show me,” He smirked, his words almost a growl, you raised your eyebrows. “Your a pretty little idiot aren'cha?” Now he was just being mean. “Touch yourself the way you do when you're in your cabin, up in your bunk, squirmin’ around,” 

It was so easy, to let him order you around, to succumb to it. The heat, all the bantering, it had melted you into putty in his hands, it’d get to anyone. So there you were, on Joel Miller's desk, bare on the bottom half, your hand drawing tight circles around your aching clit. 

“Fuck,” you bit down on your lip, it was all overwhelming, the feeling of an orgasm coiling around your spine, the blistering, green-house-type heat that had you all rosy and sweaty, the fact that Joel was stood right there, crossing his arms, watching you like a hawk. You knew he’d be a voyeur. 

You watched as his wire snapped and he’d had enough of just watching, adjusting the tent in his shorts. He knelt down in front of you, his eyes looking bigger than usual from this angle, wilder almost feral. he pulled at your hips violently, hoisting you around so your back was flat against the desk, your head leant up against the wall so you could watch exactly what he was going to do to you. 

His mouth was hot against you, licking a stripe up your seam. You could’ve sworn you heard him moan at the taste, felt the vibrations against your core. “This cunt is wasted on Keenan,” He chuckled, not even pulling away from you to lay his jab at Billy, he never could resist the chance. 

You moaned loudly, your hair flying into his hair, feeling the chocolatey, salt and pepper ends in your fingers and you pulled hard, close now. “Don’t fucking stop,” you whimpered, grinding your hips against his face, nose deep in your pussy. 

“Fuck, does he kiss it this good, doll?” He murmured, the vibrations of his baritone drawl against your aching clit were enough to make you toss your head back in sheer ecstasy, that coil winding uncomfortably tight, threatening to snap. 

“He doesn't.” you chuckled through moans, Billy had never ever eaten you out, no matter how many killer blowies you’d served to him on a silver platter. This seemed to appal Joel, who only licked deeper, slower against you, it was agonisingly good, toe curling. He scoffed down there, his thick index finger working at your hole now, dipping in easily despite how tight you were.

 “Poor thing, thas’ why you're so wound up,” He mewled from below, his voice patronising, taunting, but it touched you, “haven’t had someone take care of this pretty cunt in too long hmm? shit, I’d be mean too.” He said with a wet smirk, pulling away to slot another finger in, but you wouldn't give. “Won’t be able to take my cock if you can take two fingers down here,” He chuckled, taunting you further.

“Please don't stop Joel,” you squealed, pulling his hair painfully tight between your fingers, his condescending words only making you hotter, you weren’t usually into that, but shit, Joel could be wearing a fucking tutu and you’d be into it, come to think of it… 

He was grinning smugly as he pushed his fingers into you at a gruelling pace, the desk shook underneath you, your head thrown back against the wall. “Billy hasn't done me any damn favours down here, you're tight as a virgin, baby,” you could see the smirk on his stupid face even with your eyes clenched shut. 

Your release hit harder than it ever had before, your leg shook hard, a string of ‘fuck’s and ‘holy shit’s, laced with a fair pinch of ‘Joel’s and ‘baby’s, blurted out of your lips, you felt your abdomen clench and moaned incoherently, but Joel wasn't quitting, still kitten licking at your inflamed core, fingers curling up and into you, finding a new depth with every push. 

“Joel stop, it-its,” you panted, not even recognising your own voice now, your vision blurred. Overstimulated didn't even sum it up, that shit hurt. 

He didn't care, lost in your taste, lost in the feeling of you clenching around his digits. “Cocky little lifeguard, you're the bane of my life, you know that sweetie?” He said against your wetness, not giving a flying fuck how uncomfortable this was getting, knowing soon you’d ride it into another earth-eating orgasm. 

“Really shouldn't be doin’ this with’ya, Can’t be,” He said over your moans as the discomfort bled into insatiable pleasure, the desk hard against your clammy ass, your release leaking down your thigh and pooling below you. “Holy fuck-” you squealed, your hand on his shoulder to stop yourself from collapsing, the other interwined in his thick hair, that must’ve hurt. 

“How old even are you?” he asked with a mischievous chuckle, pulling his face away and slowing his hand movements, no no no no no. Your brain was fuzzy, all you could process was that Joel had stopped and that felt like death. “20,” She said quickly, needing him to continue. He knew what he was doing, taking a moment to process, watching the way you were squirming, so desperate for him yet again. 

“You're too young for me, kiddo,” He said as he dove back into your crotch, a very contradictory statement when reflected against his actions so far this morning, i know. “I am not,” you bit back through a whimper, pouting, your eyes fluttering shut once again.

 “How old’re you anyways,” you panted, your words all broken and high pitched, too fucked-out to feel humiliated. “76?” You chuckled, feeling your second orgasm of the morning chasing after you. 

He bit down ever so slightly on your clit, causing you to wince and buck your hips, it didn't cause any damage or hurt, just hard enough to shut your bratty ass up. “49, missy,” he replied coldly from below you. “Watch it,” 

“You wanna take my 76 year old cock next? think you can take it?” He smirked, pulling away to focus on his hand movements, in and out, hitting that spongy part of you, deeper than you could ever get. You nodded, words almost escaping you for the first time in your smart-ass life. He chuckled deeply at this, a hearty sound you were starting to crave like a meth-head. “She’s a trooper, ain’t she?” He breathed in your ear, planting a small, firm kiss on your neck, his fingers gaining a bruising pace, loud wails escaping your quivering lips.

“Fuck j-joel,” you stammered, your hot breath fanning against his neck, “want, need your cock,” you were getting needy, washed up by the incoming wave of your orgasm, ready to hit just as hard as before, if that was physically possible. “Don't get greedy now,” He smirked down at you, eyes wild. Hot tears were rolling down your cheeks, salty and stinging, your body shaking, giving way to another tortuous release. 

He pulled his hand away and sucked eagerly at his drenched fingers, watching as you came apart on the desk, moaning and whining for him. 

He sat you up, grabbing a coke from his outdoor refrigerator and leaning against it as he opened it, muscles flexing he clicked it open, tossing the bottle opener to the side and handing it to you. You grasped it with clammy palms, your vision slowly coming back, your body still fucked-out and trembling, cock-dumb for a cock you hadn't even had. 

“Welp,” He put his hands on his hips, like some suburban dad done with a barbecue, “that was real nice, weren't it?” He patted you on the shoulder, ignoring the bewildered expression on your face. 

“Duty calls, kids’ll be down here in an hour or so,” he slapped his thighs and raised his eyebrows, it was as if he’d just given you a friendly handshake, not eaten you out and made you cum twice. 

“Aren’t you going to..” you stopped yourself, you’d been awaiting the next round, (even if you weren't sure you could take another round) the one he’d talked about with that same smug look on his face as he finger-fucked you. 

He grinned down at her, ruffling your hair, “another time hey kiddo?” he said kindly, but it was perhaps the furthest thing from kind you’d ever seen. You glared up at him in disbelief, mouth agape, cheeks rosy, skin glassy from tears of pleasure, you didn't even know that was a thing. He patted you on the shoulder, smiling earnestly, that glint of mischief turned to one of absolute cruelty in his eyes. 

“Atta’ girl.” 

And he was gone. Joel was out the door as quickly as he’d entered, leaving you panting, bottomless and flushed and sweaty, your shorts half way across the room, the coke bottle dampening your fingers.

 He’d really done a number on you, gotten you all needy and riled up, then done something to you that no one had ever bothered with. Then he’d just left, like it wasn't the best you’d ever felt, like you hadn't been imagining how many babies you were going to give him, what colour flowers’d be in your bouquet at the wedding.

 It was embarrassing; being humiliated yet a-fucking-gain by a man well over twice your age, legs trembling on the soaked desk, the model on the front of his porno magazine beside you grinning up at you smugly, fucking bitch. 

[leclerced]

during angels innocent beginning (pre sex with lando or oscar) maybe they are in the making out shirtless part of a relationship before you actually have sex?? and it’s just her and lan she gets a little bold and is still exploring but she pushes lando back onto the bed and licks a line from the base of his abs up to his neck and he is just like “baby you gotta stop , we have to wait for oscar” because he knows oscar is gonna want to be here for this. but he is all out of breath and feeling borderline subby and he knows she can’t handle being in control the first time and he is PRAYINF oscar walks through the door any second because my man is about to lose it .

-🪼

im sorry it took me hours to respond i was sleepy n needed to wake up from my nap n i smoked n i am ready. jelly this is incredible i love it so much. hope u like this bby sorry its messy 🫶🏻

angel’s getting more and more touchy with every day that passes and they’re lavishing in the feel of her lips and skin on theirs, even if it’s just making out, she’s taking their shirts off, or more importantly her own considering they both sleep shirtless half the time. it’s like they’re teenagers seeing boobs for the first time when they see hers and ask if they can touch them. i can imagine oscar went to the store to get something and angel wakes up from a nap and calls out for them because she had a… dream.

when she hears oscar’s gone, she gets a diabolical plan to mess with the little competition they seem to have going. she sits up, the blanket slipping away from her and revealing the snug little tank top and panties. they immediately catch lando’s attention, his gaze is drawn down to her body then back up in a flash as she kicks the covers away fully then coos, “i guess he’ll miss out on the fun this time.” she pats the spot next to her on the bed and lando wordlessly joins her, sitting on the edge of bed. her hands are on him before he can think, first on his shoulders to turn him towards her, then cupping his cheeks to draw him in for a kiss.

the fact that she’s taking control, even if it’s just the tiniest bit, sends lando reeling. it starts off slow, her soft hands cup his jaw as her softer lips move against his. one of her hands curls around his neck and teasingly tugs the hair on the back of his back so he sighs into her mouth. lando feels more control slipping when she nips at his lower lip, then she’s sucking on his tongue while she pulls his hair a little harder and he’s putty in her hands. everything she does gets a reaction out of him, the way his lips stutter against hers when she scratches his scalp and he sighs when she gives his hair a tug.

he doesn’t think it can get better or maybe worse for him until she’s breaking the kiss and pushing him back on the bed so she can redirect her lips to his neck. he tries to squirm away from her, clumsily climbing up into the pillows, but she just follows him and fits herself between his legs and looks down at him for a moment. he doesn’t know what she’s thinking as she worries her lower lip between her teeth, and he doesn’t have long to debate it before she’s tugging on the hem of his tshirt and he’s removing it.

lando doesn’t know what she’s doing but he can’t stop her, he needs to see how this will play out, but he’s not in the frame of mind to tell her how to do anything like she’ll want if she wants to go further, not when her lips immediately find the newly exposed skin and she begins licking and sucking at his lower abdomen. plus oscar isn’t there. he’s trying to form a thought other than please, more, because it’s all he wants, needs. but not without oscar. angel’s drunk on the reaction she’s getting out of lando, his skin is hot under her lips on his stomach, under her fingers as she rests her hands on his large thighs on either side of her. when she looks up at him, his chest is rapidly rising and falling and he’s got his gaze locked on her, eyes glazed over and lips parted dumbly, like he’s confused over something.

angel pulls back for a moment and he drops his head back with a sigh, thinking she’s done teasing, but she grins to herself before leaning back down and kitten licking at his v-line hesitantly. his hips almost jerk up, but he catches himself and grits his teeth, praying oscar is driving down the street or even better, about to walk in the door. he looks back down just in time to see her trail her lips to his belly button and then lick a stripe up his chest. he can’t fight his hips jerking up when her lips meet his after the erotic action, and he barely finds the resolve in him to mumble into the kiss, “baby, oscar- he’s not here, we can’t- we have to wait.” angel ignores him, she knows that they can’t do anything without oscar, but she concedes a little and resigns to kissing him until oscar gets home.

neither of them hear him entering their home or notice him entering the bedroom, until he’s climbing onto the bed and they feel the weight shift. angel practically vanishes from lando in the rush to get to oscar, eager to pull him in for a kiss. lando’s a hot mess and oscar gets the briefest glimpse at him and the sight goes straight to his cock. he knows angel is getting more confident in herself, can tell in the way she’s wearing almost nothing and is crawling into his lap. when she pulls away from the kiss, she skips hello and goes straight to asking, “have you ever licked lando’s chest? i think he likes it.” the casualness at which she asks the question stuns him, and he looks to his teammate, who kind of looks horrified, because that isn’t something either of them would have thought of? he tells her so and she grins like a kid showing off her new toy, then shifts back over to lando. he closes his eyes this time, unable to look oscar in the eye as she licks his stomach, a low moan erupting from his lips as she finishes by nipping at his collar bone, then draws back and looks to oscar for praise, “see?”

[hikari-writes]

character: konoha akinori [haikyuu!!]

warning: none, just konoha comforting stressed out reader, comfort fluff

words: 1.7k

a/n: yes i am shamelessly promoting my "konoha akinori as the best housemate ever" agenda join my cult 🧍🧍🧍this is for @sugardaddyreo 's "The Home Collab" !!! i literally screamed when i saw the masterlist for this collab i cant believe i got a perfect opportunity to write abt roomie konoha my beloved aojdiwjdie so thank u so much for hosting!!! 🙏🙏 sorry this took a long time 😭😭but thanks to u i had lots of fun making it <3333 if im gonna be honest- i definitely ddint expect itd be this long ---

You didn't talk much with Konoha Akinori. Not that you didn't want to, but it's more because of your clashing schedules. It's weird, considering the fact that you both share the same house, yet you can count with only two hands the number of times you have spoken to him.

Komi had been the one to introduce you to Konoha during your search for a house. 

"He could use a roommate or two to divide the house rent with," your friend grinned and you considered that it's not such a bad option. You had never met this Konoha guy before but if he's a best friend of Komi, you figured that he's gotta be a pretty decent person. 

And you were right. Well, sort of. You just assumed he was since you never had much interaction with him in the first place, even after 3 months of living together. You hate to admit it, but even after such a long time had passed, you barely knew anything about him besides his name. To say you two regarded each other as ghosts in your own house would sound like an overstatement, but it's sort of true.

With all that said, why was that Konoha Akinori holding your head against his chest, letting it rest there, while gently patting your back? 

Let me take you back to a few hours prior to this.

That week had been awful for you. Extremely awful. All you wanted to do after leaving your workplace was to curl up in your bed, and probably cry yourself to sleep. That’s all. But even dragging your body to your bedroom was too much of a work, so instead you settled on lying down on the living room sofa. Did you care that your housemate’s probably gonna see you in your miserable state out in the open? No, rather, you’d thought that he’s going to pretend like he didn’t see it. After all, it’s not as if you guys were close enough for him to inquire about your wellbeing.

You heard the creaking noise of your shared apartment’s door opening. Your face still buried deep into the sofa cushion, you ignored it. ‘He’s home much earlier today,’ you thought to yourself. As expected, you didn’t hear anything afterwards, and you assumed he’d made his way into his bedroom. But when you felt a presence sitting down beside the sofa, you came to the realisation that maybe your assumption had been wrong after all. 

A few seconds passed by with no words exchanged between you two. It made you think that maybe you were just imagining things and Konoha wasn’t really there besides you. Not too long after that however, he spoke up.

“Hey…are you alright?”

You could’ve just said yes and let him leave. You could’ve just made up an excuse on the spot, it’s really not that hard. Why would you need to confide in him when he’s just a stranger you’re sharing your living space with? But as soon as he asked that, a million different emotions washed over you in an instant. It’s a simple, and not to mention an overused question, but maybe that’s just what you needed at the moment. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you. He wrapped his arms around your shaking figure, silently comforting you. At that moment, your soft weeping was the only thing echoing throughout the room.

And so, that was what led you to this point. He allowed your head to rest comfortably on his chest while he listened to whatever your problems had been. He was a good listener, and even offered encouraging words to help lift up your spirit. You never expected that, and you must admit that you were impressed. 

“Oh right, I almost forgot,” Konoha gently rose up from his seat after he was done talking, and it took all of your willpower to not stop him from leaving your side. Your eyes curiously followed him to the kitchen. He took out a tub of ice cream from the fridge, one that just happened to be your favourite flavour. After he took a couple of spoons from the cupboard, he made his way back to the living room where you were with a grin.   

“Thought this might help. It’s your favourite, right?”

You simply blinked at him, stunned. 

“How did you know that?”

“We’ve lived in the same apartment for months now, I think I would at least be able to notice this much,” his reply was nonchalant, but it made you feel a bit guilty since you never noticed anything about him. ‘Maybe he’s just really observant…or I’m the one who’s too ignorant of my own surroundings,’ you silently concluded. 

You took a spoonful of the ice cream, followed by Konoha, and could feel your heart lightening up just a little at the coolness of the dessert. Konoha began to reach for the tv remote and switched it on, going through a selection of shows that you both could enjoy together. You turned to him when a question popped up in your mind.

“I’ve never seen this one in the fridge before. Did you just buy it?”

He looked surprised by that question, and it took him a moment to reply to it. He coughed once, as if he’s trying to cover up his increasingly red cheeks.

“Well…yeah. Uh…It’s just…I noticed that this week you looked extremely tired. I thought that maybe buying you your favourite ice cream could help make you feel better so… I picked it up on my way home just now.” 

He looked away, embarrassed at his own confession. Either he’s really observant, just as you’d concluded earlier, or your fatigue and stress were that visible. Either way, you felt your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. You choked back another sob before softly whispering a thank you. You weren’t sure whether he heard that or not, but from the corner of your eyes, you could see him turning his face back towards you and his hands softly placed atop your head.

A few more minutes passed by, and you could feel yourself calming down from the earlier outburst. With the ice cream tub in your hand and shoulder leaned against Konoha’s, you both continued to watch the show on the tv in silence, minus the occasional funny commentary you both gave towards the characters in the show. 

Despite the energy it took off of you for all that crying, your eyes didn’t feel quite sleepy yet. There was still something on your mind. You glanced at Konoha. He didn’t look like he’s about to fall asleep anytime soon either. 

“Hey, Konoha?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m..sorry.”

He looked at you with a puzzled look, so you continued.

“For burdening you with my problems even though we’ve barely even talked before. And speaking of that, I’m sorry for not trying harder to close the gap between us….even though we’re supposed to be housemates and all.”

Konoha looked contemplative for a moment before giving you a playful grin.

“If that’s the case, why don’t we start over then,” he replied with an outstretched hand.

“The name’s Konoha Akinori. I'm 24 years old and I work as an employee at a pharmaceutical company. I’ll be in your care from now on, roomie.”

You had to process his words for a moment before taking his outstretched hand in yours, shaking it.

“Same here…roomie.”

Your reply came with a grateful smile that graced your lips. It was the first time he’d seen that bright of a smile from you. He could feel the heavy weight in his chest lightening up. He'd been worried for you ever since he first noticed how distressed you were. Now that he finally saw the genuine smile on your face, he felt relief washed over his entire body and he found himself smiling alongside you.

"If anything ever gets too much for you, well…just know that I'm always here to help. Don’t shoulder them all by yourself.”

He ruffled your hair, messing it up even more than it already was, before standing up from the sofa.

“You should go to bed. It’s late already,” he suggested, eyes still on you. You were about to nod at his suggestion when he grinned cheekily. 

“Or if you’re having trouble sleeping, I can help lull you to sleep.”

‘...this little shit.’

You narrowed your eyes at him and racked your brain to come up with a snarky comeback. You stopped yourself when you came to a sudden conclusion.

“Sure.”

“What?”

“I’d love for you to sing me a lullaby. I do wonder what kind of angelic voice you have.”

It was your turn to tease him and his eyebrows squeezed together into a frown. He turned his face away from you, but you could still see his slightly red ears. You then made your way into your bedroom, with Konoha silently following behind you.

It’s funny now that you think about it. Just a few months ago, you were struggling to hold a proper conversation with him. But now, after properly talking to him for the first time for only a couple hours, you could easily tease each other like you’ve known each other your whole life. Talking with Konoha wasn't as stifling as you had feared. The reason you were able to talk to him so casually was also thanks to him making the flow of the conversation so natural. At that moment, you genuinely admired your housemate as the man that he is.

You climbed up onto your bed while Konoha took a nearby chair in your room and placed it at your bedside.

“So you’re actually going to sing me a lullaby?”

“Shaddup.”

He gently slapped a hand on your face, covering your eyes, before heaving a sigh and started singing. It was a gentle tune, and paired with his voice, it didn’t take you long to fall into a deep slumber. 

Once he saw your steady breathing, he stopped and took his hand off of your face. With his chin resting on his palm, he stared absentmindedly at your sleeping figure.

‘Did I just earn myself a housemate or a kid to babysit?’ He wondered to himself, gently scoffing at his own question. Right before he walked himself out of your room, he turned his head one last time and smiled.

“Sweet dreams, y/n.”

[tinyidle]

Can you do a part two of For the Memories with Dom Yuqi + Strap on?

༻༻༻𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 3 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺

hope you enjoy this! and for all the people who were bullying me about another gidle fic, especially you 'userabcxyz', if you don't read and give this fic notes i swear i will.. cry 🥺/j

Stay Focused - SYQ

wc: 1.8k

WARNING: filthy filthy smut, modeling au, friends-with benefits, rough sex, degradation, facesitting, strap-on usage, scissoring, throat fucking, b!g d¡ldo, mommy!yuqi, meandom!yuqi, insatiable!yuqi, sub!reader, dumb!reader, fem reader, fiction ofc

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you were asked to help yuqi with phototaking for her magazine shoots. usually she does it alone, but because of your previous encounter regarding a camera, she invited you to one of her shoots for the day.

you, however, couldn't focus as she kept posing in what you considered suggestive poses. with each and every pose suggestion the head photographer showed her, yuqi would somehow jut her hips more, accentuate her legs, and basically pop out her figure. before long, your body had betrayed you and you lost all control. when everyone was taking a five-minute break, you decided to greet the older girl with a kiss on the lips, much to her surprise as she yelped. when you heard your name being called, you immediately pulled away from her.

"what the fuck, man?" yuqi yelled out to you, clearly annoyed from the lipstick smudge on her now pink-stained lips and cheek. "i need you to take help me take pictures for instagram, not get me all messy."

your face reddened once reality sunk in. you realized what you just did. this was supposed to be a favor for your friend. you were supposed to be professional. this wasn't supposed to be something as casual as having sex. "im sorry, yuqi," you swiftly apologized, wiping the smeared gloss off your dry lips. "but you looked too good. you know how distracted i get seeing you. i just couldn't resist." the woman remained unamused as you took out a wipe from your purse and gently removed the smudge of taint from her lips and cheek.

although she was angry at you ruining her makeup, yuqi smirked as she devised a plan. "okay, how about this. if you can compose yourself for the rest of the shoot, when we finish and head to my place, ill reward you. how does that sound?" immediately you nodded, liking the sound of that idea. however, that wasn't enough. "how does that sound, baby?" you blushed deeply before looking down and replying

"yes mommy."

"okay," yuqi confirmed, a wide smile on her beautiful face. "now point that camera on me and stay focused so we can get out off here."

hours passed, yet it seemed like eternity before the shoot finally was over. over time you were soaking your panties more and more as the head photographer suggested even more raunchy poses, as well as the makeup team making her face even sexier than you could ever imagine. once the shoot was thankfully over, you and yuqi went out to eat before going to her place.

yuqi's dorm was big, despite her technically not living alone. when you got in and went to sit down on the couch nearby, yuqi stopped you. "let's go to my room so that i can reward you, hmm?" you nod almost absentmindedly, allowing the taller girl to lead you to her room. yuqi sighed, "speak baby, or else you get no reward."

you gained your voice back to reply to her the best way you could. "yes mommy," you nodded again. yuqi nodded and took your hand.

once inside her room, yuqi sat down on the bed and patted the comforter. "come here, my dirty little girl." when you sheepishly walked over to her, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you to her lips as she kissed you hungrily. you moaned into her mouth as she lead you both up to stand. it had been a while since you last tasted her, and your hunger was strong.

"mmmm," you hummed in her mouth. after some lovable making out, your friend turned a bit aggressive, pushing you against the wall as she kissed you harder, you struggling to gain consciousness of what was going on. once you finally realized what was happening, your and her clothes were discarded, and you were both back on the bed with her cunt on top of your nose. you were laid underneath her, her core dripping with need. she, however, stayed poker-faced.

as yuqi pulled herself from your lips, she instructed, "put that tongue of yours to good use. i want to feel your warm tongue between my legs again." you obeyed, unable to form words at first before murmuring out a 'yes mommy'. soon enough, her cunt started gushing onto your tongue as she came in your mouth with an audible sigh. as much as you tried to focus on cleaning her slit, her clit kept rubbing against your nose. after a minute of chasing her cunt, you gave up on cleaning her up, releasing a frustrated breath as you pushed yuqi's legs away from each side of your head. yuqi didn't like this, so to her much disappointment, she smacked your thigh. you cried out as she scolded you, "no one told you to stop. now clean me up or else i'll punish you for not following instructions."

you followed through, licking yuqi's cunt clean before sucking her clit into your mouth. although yuqi was caught her off guard by you latching your mouth onto her, she stayed unnerving, only shuddering when she came again. after you did what she wanted and then some, you lay still as yuqi climbed off your face, you knowing that you'll be rewarded now. your eyes fell on the corner of the room that had yuqi's black strap-on laying across it. yuqi noticed you staring at the toy also and smiled. "after tonight, you'll owe me, hm?" you nodded mutely, mouthing a 'fuck me mommy' before smiling widely.

"fuck, i love you," yuqi groaned before picking up the thick toy. she then ordered you to lick the entire length of the dick, savoring the taste of the soft, stark rubber. you sank your mouth onto it, gagging once the tip of it hit your throat. you only had half of it in your small mouth. "that's it," yuqi encouraged you, slowly thrusting the toy in and out of you. "make this dick nice and wet. got to make sure you get it all lubed up for your greedy pussy to take, right baby?" you only hummed in delight as the toy felt more and more slick by the thickness of your saliva on it.

after wetting the strap, you gave it to yuqi, who swiftly wrapped the harness part of it around her hips. you pushed yourself back on the bed, your exposed cunt wet enough to take anything she would give you. once yuqi tightened and secured the harness, she sat on the edge of the bed where you were, pushing the black dildo against your clit. you whimpered slightly, looking up at yuqi. "lie on your back, baby," she instructed, and you did so, propping your legs up a bit.

she spread your thighs open and positioned the dick towards your core, the head already being covered by your juices on it. without hesitation, yuqi sank the entire toy inside you, groaning loudly. "god, you're tight. i hope it doesn't hurt." it didn't hurt at all, however, as you gasped in pleasure from the cock opening you up.

just as you couldn't hold back from kissing her in the magazine shoot, you couldn't hold back moans from the immense intrusion onto your core. as your cunt was getting streched more and more, your exclamation grew incessantly louder. this did not go well with yuqi, with her smacking your breasts. you sobbed at the stinging feeling. "if you don't shut up, i might end up making you scream when i actually start fucking you." you continued whining until she put a finger on your lips. you relaxed under her finger and quickly stopped. "now, stay focused as mommy rewards you."

yuqi thrusted in and out of you slowly at first. with each pass of her cock, you writhed your hips, moaning softly. yuqi then increased the speed of her thrusting until eventually you began shouting yuqi's name. no sooner had you did, yuqi grabbed your cheeks and forced your face towards her own sexy one, her leaning forward so that your noses touched at the tips. she impaled you further and further with each slam of her hips, you throwing your head back each time. it felt like she was ripping you apart and reconstructing you back together again. every. single. time.

in little to no time, you could feel yourself approaching your climax. you didn't want it so soon, however. "wait, i don't want to cum yet." no answer. "no, mommy please!" still no answer. "ugh, yuqiiiii!" you called out to her, a little frustrated. you screamed out yuqi's full name at this point, yet she silenced you, forcing your mouth shut as she lowered herself to suckle on your breasts. you arched your back as the dam that held your juices back broke, with you effectively squirting on her.

yuqi stopped for a while, making sure you catch your breath. when she decided it was safe to continue, yuqi shoved the strap deeper into you and drove her hips impossibly forward, connecting her pelvis with yours like glue. this is when you really cried out loud, profusely cumming hard again. when you were deep into euphoria, yuqi leaned down to bite your neck lightly as she pulled out of your now spent cunt. when she took off the silicon toy back in its rightful spot on the mattress, she turned you on your side. when you looked up, yuqi smiled. "ready to continue?"

you knew exactly what she meant. yuqi would reward you even more; spoil you. that thought spurred you to regain your strength, even though you didn't know if it was going to be enough. you were tired, and yuqi didn't seem to be close to finished. that is until you remembered she said that you owed her. "uh-huh," you nodded weakly.

once yuqi let you gain more stamina, she demanded, "lay down." she moved the comforter around you so that you were now nestled in its middle. she then made you lie down on the pillows. once you did, she knelt between your legs, putting her hands on either side of your chest, positioning her core on your dripping lips as she took the strap back in her hand. "open your mouth, slut."

whimpering from the insulting name, but loving it, you opened wide as yuqi wasted no time sliding her strap-on inside your throat. "good girl," yuqi complimented. she began moving her hand back and forth, gradually increasing the pace of her thrusts inside your mouth. you started bucking your hips upwards, making your lover moan loud as her pace picked up more and more, with her once stilled hips moving as quick as her hand.

it wasn't long until your breathing became heavier and both your orgasms intensified before spilling over, your body moving in rhythm with yuqi's. once you were done, yuqi rolled off you, still panting heavily. "that was hot. you've earned yourself another reward," yuqi announced.

the next thing you know, you were on your back, yuqi's hand reaching for her phone nearby, and a camera flash went off to your now spent body.

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 24

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.Keep reading

Sorry this chapter is a day late, I was remaking the taglist and that took a lot longer than expected so I just passed out after lol

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Hope I finally got everyone!! Also, if anyone is getting notified for the first time in a while about this fic, just know my acc has been bugging for a while so you may have missed the recent updates.

As the bright lights carried you back to Earth, you couldn't help but curse yourself for not talking to Heimdall. 

It was Heimdall for goodness sake!

You were extremely disappointed in yourself. He was so cool! He deserved someone to appreciate all the times he had committed treason in order to save Asgard! You couldn't believe yourself. You hadn't even said one word to him!

You stopped berating yourself when the rainbow lights began to fade, taking in the familiar surroundings when the Bifrost was gone. You looked down, feeling both guilty at the marking on the ground and also in awe of it. On the one hand, it was proof of the Bifrost but on the other hand, it looked like a lot of work for the gardener to fix.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Natasha grabbed your hand and began leading you to the compound. 

With Natasha on your right side, pulling you along, Peter walked beside you on your left side. He looked like what you imagined you looked like the first time you saw the compound—of course, his curious face was undoubtedly more adorable than whatever face you had been making. That experience had been surreal.

The three of you had appeared relatively far from the building itself, so when you were about halfway to the compound, the doors burst open and half of the Avengers came pouring out. Wanda and Steve reached the three of you first, but Clint and Scott weren't far behind them. 

"Are you okay, (y/n)?" Wanda asked, accented voice soft. 

You nodded and grinned, spreading your arms. "I'm all healed."

"I'm glad." She smiled back. "Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?"

Your grin got even bigger. "Of course!" 

How could you say no to Wanda motherfucking Maximoff???? She was literally amazing and strong and kind and caring and-

HOLY SHIT SHE'S HUGGING MEEEEEEE!!!!

You reciprocated the hug eagerly, more than happy to receive a hug from the one and only Wanda Maximoff. It wasn't a very long hug, which you had expected considering you hadn't really interacted with Wanda much (which was such a shame) but you were more than happy with the short, reassuring embrace she gave you. 

When she pulled away, she smiled at you. "I'm glad you're alright."

"Uh..." Your brain had stopped working at the realization of how pretty her smile was. "...You're super awesome, Wanda."

She laughed. "Thank you, (y/n)."

Wanda patted you on the shoulder one more time before moving out of the way for Clint and Scott to approach you. Scott gave you two thumbs-up and a bright grin while Clint gave you a side-hug, telling you softly that "he was glad you were okay". At that point, you were pretty much on Cloud Nine; after all, you had just been given a hug by Wanda and you got to interact with Scott and Clint who were both wholesome dads and with your parental issues, they seemed like incredibly amazing parents to you.

"I know everyone is relieved to see her, but we should go inside so she can sit down. She needs her rest," Natasha spoke up, having watched you greet them all with a smile on your face that caused a smile to grow on hers. 

You wanted to protest, but you knew that you had worried Natasha a lot recently so you figured you could listen to her. 

The little group of you, Peter, and Natasha, had more than doubled with the four new arrivals. You all walked back, Peter still beside you while Nat moved to walk beside Clint as she talked to him. As you looked at the people around you, you couldn't help but notice Steve's silence.

Your thoughts about them were halted when you realized you were about to step into the compound. Any time Steve had brought you to the compound, the two of you had stayed outside and just gone on runs. Never had you gone inside, though. It wasn't even that Steve had said you weren't allowed or anything, there just had never been a reason to go in. But as the rest of the group walked in, you felt yourself take in a quick breath. You were about to enter the Avengers compound. To you, it was practically sacred ground.

You weren't given much time to soak in the awesomeness; instead you were ushered to a free bedroom by Natasha and insisted to rest for a little while. The healers on Asgard had said it would be a good idea to rest for a couple days, just because you were mortal and they were used to treating humans. You didn't really mind the rest, even if you felt guilty for making everyone worry, because for the last week you hadn't had one hour of sleep that wasn't riddled with nightmares.

After Natasha and Peter left you to relax, both giving you a hug, you found yourself unbelievably bored. Thankfully, a knock at the door was able to catch your attention.

"Come in!" you called out, fiddling with the thick comforter before your hands froze as you saw who it was. "Oh."

Bucky immediately noticed your halt in movement. "I'm sorry. I can go, if you'd like."

"No!" You winced at your own volume, especially when you saw him cringe at it. "Sorry. I just meant that it's fine if you stay."

"Are you sure?" He was clearly reluctant to take up your time. You thought it might be because he wasn't very comfortable with people quite yet but your theory was wrong. You didn't have a clue that his actions were motivated by guilt, which was pretty stupid considering guilt is something you'd gotten well acquainted to.

"Yeah. Promise." You smiled at him, shocked and delighted that Bucky Barnes was approaching you. 

He cleared his throat, looking away from you. "I just came to say thank you."

You blinked. "What for?"

Bucky looked at you questioningly. Had you lost your memory during the fight? He felt even guiltier at the thought of that, but that would explain why you seemed so happy to see a criminal—

"Ohhhh," you realized, "I'm stupid. It was my pleasure—well, I mean getting stabbed wasn't ideal but I'm glad you didn't get hurt.

You smiled at him earnestly, hoping to convey your appreciation for him through the gesture. He was one of the heroes who suffered the most and you found hope in his strength. 

Bucky didn't really know what to do. How could he? You had risked your life to save his and now you were saying it was your pleasure? It took him a moment to realize who you reminded him of. The reckless actions for the greater good? The putting aside your own pain to save others from it? You were just like Steve was before the war. Optimistic, unapologetically willing to do the right thing, and with far too little regard for your own safety. 

Just thinking about the similarities between you and his best friend, a small smile came to his face. "Well, still, thank you. I probably would have died had you not stepped in and I am indebted to you."

"There's no need for that. I mean, it sound kinda cool to have an Avenger be in my debt, but I'd rather you just be my friend." Your eyes were so honest and hopeful and Bucky had a hard time accepting what you were asking. 

The entire situation didn't make sense though, so maybe he was dreaming?

"You want me to be your friend?" Bucky asked slowly, as if he was listening to another language and slowly trying to decipher the meaning behind the words. 

"I mean-" you were starting to regret your words. What if he didn't feel comfortable with it? You didn't want to make him feel obligated to be your friend. "-I just think you're cool. If you don't want to be, I understand. I just thought it would be nice..."

He still didn't know how this situation was happening, but he wasn't averse to your question. He just didn't want to hurt anybody. Having friends meant the possibility of hurting them. "If you would like me to, I would be honored."

Your heart stopped when he smiled at you. 

DAMMIT WHY DID EVERYONE HERE HAVE SUCH NICE SMILES??????? MY HEART CAN'T TAKE SUCH BEAUTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Uh..." you were slightly dazed before snapping out of your stupor. You didn't want to scare him off. "Awesome! Oh—also, my name is (y/n) (l/n). I just realized we never really officially introduced ourselves."

"I'm Bucky, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

When Bucky left, he still couldn't believe what had transpired. He'd gone in expecting you to be mad at him for your wound, which wasn't his fault, but he still felt guilty for it. He had expected fear or regret but had been greeted with excitement and earnest friendliness. 

He could understand why the rest of the people in this place seemed to care for you so much. 

~~

You rubbed the crust from your eyes, groaning as you began to wake up. You weren't sure how long you'd been out, but you could already tell that had been one of the greatest naps of your life. What with the chaos of the past week, you hadn't had a good nights rest for a while and your body was paying for it. The healers on Asgard telling you to take the next couple days easy was something your sleep deprived self desperately needed and while you would've preferred to be completely okay, you couldn't deny that you were relieved. Besides, even if you tried to avoid resting Natasha didn't seem like she'd go along with that.

You sat up in the bed, reality hitting you like a frying pan when you remembered that you were in the compound. You still hadn't yet seen the extent of your actions. You could guess that the team hadn't split up because Steve and the others were at the compound but you didn't know that for sure. And you still hadn't seen Tony so you didn't know what was happening there. Plus, there was the matter of you releasing the Accords to the public and you hadn't seen the effects of that either.

Overall, there was a lot of shit you still had to deal with, but for the moment you were allowing yourself a moment of rest. You knew that even if you had somehow miraculously been successful in your attempts, there was still the matter of the future and that purple wrinkly bitch's stupid ass plan.

You rubbed your temples, knowing that you couldn't forget the dangers of the future but that you also needed a moment to focus on something else. You left the room to go seek out that distraction you craved. You walked back the way Natasha had led you to the room, unbelievably curious to see what else was in the building but also not wanting to get in trouble for snooping.

That's kinda funny...you didn't wanna get in trouble for snooping but you leaked government documents...aNYWAYS-

You were pulled from your thoughts when one of the many doors in the hallway opened, a familiar figure exiting the room. He froze as he saw you, looking divided and...sad.

Why was Steve sad?

"What's up, old man?" You grinned at him, hoping to lift his spirits.

With your words, he looked even sadder- 

No. 

Not sad. 

Guilty.

“(y/n).” He nodded at you. “I hope you’re alright now.”

”Oh.” You felt slightly put off by the way he was speaking. “Thanks. How are you? I hope you didn’t get hurt during the fight.”

He barked a laugh, the sharp noise unexpected. “I’m fine. I’m not the one who took multiple stab wounds to my side.”

“Well now you’re making it sound serious or something.” You tried to joke. 

“Could you, for once in your life, stop joking?” The anger in his voice shocked you, the unexpected situation making you feel vulnerable.

”…Are you mad at me?” 

Something in your voice made him take a step back, reining in his temper. “No, (y/n). I just—“ he sighed. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of this. My attitude or your injuries. I should’ve—none of this should’ve happened.”

And you began to understand.

He wasn’t mad at you.

He was mad at himself.

But why?

He had done what he set out to do. Bucky was safe for the time being, nobody had gotten arrested like in the movie, and everyone was alive with hopefully minimal injuries. 

Even as your mind searched for a reason he would be so angry, you missed the most obvious answer. 

"I'm so sorry, (y/n)." This time, he sounded defeated, seconds away from his voice breaking. It was scary to you. He was one of the strongest people you knew so to hear him so sad broke your heart. "This is all my fault."

Even as you struggled to wrap your mind around the situation, you found yourself reaching out to him, trying to grab his hands and give him a reassuring squeeze. Unfortunately, he only moved his hand away, shying away from your touch. You could understand not wanting to be touched when you were emotional, so you respected his boundaries, putting your hands back at your side.

"None of this was your fault," you told him. "The Accords were always going to happen. Besides, you found your best friend and saved him from being wrongfully imprisoned-"

"That's not what I'm talking about." He raised his head, looking you dead in the eyes. "You almost died. I know you're smart so I know that you understand what happened. You're still a teenager for God's sake. You didn't deserve this."

You refrained from pointing out that you were technically an adult. Also, you couldn't help but feel like you did deserve what happened. You'd known about the bombing at the Accords and had failed to prevent it. People had died because of you. 

"People don't always get what they deserve," your voice was far less cheery than usual, it's usual lightheartedness gone. "Besides, you were what? Also 18 when you enlisted? Even now," you sighed. "You're like 27 and you've been through hell."

Steve was shocked by the numbers. His life felt a lot longer than that. "I'm 26. And that's different. I signed up for this. You didn't."

"Well it's not like you dragged me there while I was kicking and screaming. I chose to be there." Your voice was firm. "And I don't blame you at all, okay? None of this was your fault."

You could tell he was still having a hard time believing your words of assurance. 

"Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?" you asked, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable and hoping that maybe it would help him believe you were sincere. Plus, you loved hugs from any of the Avengers.

"I don't think you want to."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"Fine." Steve could feel a small smile begin to form. "Only if you it's safe for you, though."

"Psh, nothing could keep me from hugs."

While the hug you gave him was short, you hoped it still helped lift his mood. You knew what it felt like to be burdened with guilt.

[tomiexkawakami]

𝑲𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑨

𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛(𝚔𝚗𝚢) 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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私は完璧です.

A boy by the name Kamado Tanjiro,

was currently spending the night at a man's home, the man claimed it is very dangerous at night. Tanjiro had trouble sleeping because of how much worry he was holding for his family...

the man said the night was not safe, which led to the poor young man to worry even more for his precious family.

After the night past, he thanked the man and quickly rushed to his home, he was ready for the warm welcome, and the scolding of his mother for not arriving the day before.

He smiled brightly while he could see his home from a far... but he suddenly stopped and his eyes widened.

"The smell of blood!" He quickly rushed to his home and the sight he saw was something he will never forget.

"..." The boy couldn't believe his eyes... "Nezuko..." he walked in and saw his whole family Lifelessly on the floor..."

Mother! Hanako! Nezuko! What happened!?" The young boy was panicking and he started shedding tears for his now dead family, until.

"Nezuko!" She still has a pulse... the young boy thought, he quickly decided to carry his dear younger sister down the hill and take her to town so she could get medical attention, she was in desperate need of it..

The air was very thin, as it was winter. Tanjiro was very desperate to help his sister... he couldn't imagine a world without his family.

Suddenly, nezuko woke up! But, it wasn't just Nezuko, she was now a Demoness... and she was hungry. Due to Nezuko's rapid shaking both her and her brother fell down, luckily, the snow was thick, which made it a soft landing for Tanjiro and his sister.

Speaking of her, she was looking down at the ground, as she stood still... "Nezuko! Nezuko are you alright!? You dont have to walk! Let me carry you to town!..... Nezuko?"

Without a word, the young girl jumped at her brother and attacked him, out of instincts, he pulled out his hatchet and quickly started blocking while Nezuko tried to bite him. Several pleading could be heard from him and saying he was worried for Nezuko was an understatement...

Tanjiro could smell another presence coming towards he and his sister, and they were coming fast. Panicked, out of reflex he quickly pushes Nezuko out of they way before the unknown person could harm her with the Katana they wield.

(Time skip🫀) (because I forgot what else happened)

My sister has turned into a mole...' Tanjiro thought, his dear sister Nezuko dug a whole so that she could avoid the sun. He quickly brushed off the thought and put the basket (i think) infront of Nezuko.

"Nezuko.. can you try fit in the basket? Can you fit?" He asked his sister, she attempted to enter, but her body was too grown, if only she were a bit smaller...

"Nezuko... earlier your body turned to one of a adult, so is it possible for your body to become smaller..? Im sure you'll fit!" Out of nowhere, She became smaller, so she was able to fit in the basket..

"Good job Nezuko! You did it!" He pat Nezuko head, she enjoyed the praise and head pats from her brother, so her mood definitely got better.Tanjiro picked up the basket that contains his dear sibling, who was surprisingly very light. He covered the top so the sun couldn't reach Nezuko, he didn't want to see her hurt by the sun, he promised himself to protect his sister, even if it costs his own life.

(Meanwhile)

(name) was looking at the chaos caused by uppermoon 6 and uppermoon 5, Daki, upper six, was having a tantrum because Gyokko, upper five, said her hair clips was made poorly, he said it doesn't look good compared to his art.

(Name) nearly snickered at all the insults Daki is sending back to Gyokko as a comeback for her hairclip.Uppermoon 1 was minding his business, he only speaks when either (name) or the demon king spoke to him, he didn't find anyone else worthy for his time.

Uppermoon 3 & 2 were talking, Douma was being a pain in the ass to Akaza, who was resisting the urge to punch his head off, but he didn't, (name) was there and he didn't want to seem rude infront of her.

Uppermoon 4, Hantengu was hiding behind a wall, he doesn't feel safe anywhere near the infinity castle, especially when he makes eye contact with uppermoon 2 or 1, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but the demon king wanted a meeting. He knew he couldnt decline. Oh how he wishes he could though.

(Name) was getting bored, she didn't know why her brother asked her to attend the meeting, but she didn't decline. She had nothing better to do anyway, it's daylight after all...

(Back to Tanjiros POV)

The Demon was still speaking, even if Tanjiro cut off his head with his hatchet, he looked at the demons body as it was burned by sunlight. "You wont kill it with that." An elder man said.Tanjiro faced him, he looked at him, shocked and confused. "You are Kamado Tanjiro, correct?, Tomioka sent you. I am going to train you to be a successful demon hunter. Come inside."

[melancholysway]

Okay okay I know your ask is closed but this idea has been eating away at my for a week now

Alright so imagine the reader is a feline mutant, could be a house cat or a big cat mutant whatever you imagine, and they’re cuddling with their turtle and they start kneading, making bread, their paws into said turtle while they sleep. How would the boys react to that? Cause it just seems so cute, especially if the reader gets embarrassed by it.

preferably 2007 or Rise, cause I’ve also seen you mention your desire for 07 requests

I’ve read a bunch of your posts and I’m sure you can do my request wonderfully, now you make sure you take care of yourself and if this is too much for you right now I can wait ❤️💖

I JUST SAW THIS & I THINK THIS WAS THE BREAK I NEEDED BC HUH

Yes YES YES

If your request hasn’t been fulfilled yet, IM SORRY BRO IM TRYING FR FR😭I think I jumped at this bc it’s just a short shot & I literally have to mentally prepare myself to write a long shot

Also me using the same 4 gifs of the guys bc there’s barely any TMNT 2007 gifs 😫😫

TMNT 2007 Headcanons: Baking Biscuits (Cat Mutant!Reader)



Leonardo

This turtle loves every second of it

Tries to catch you all the time kneading, he’s infatuated with how normal cat habits fall onto you

How turtles have things like chitters(?) & mating season, he likes to see you have cat qualities

You knead the ends of his mask a lot

Cats sleep a lot, so I think you’d fall in between sleeping for a full 8 hours all the time no matter what

And once you wake up, Leo’s gone(in the event you stay the night or share a bed,) but he always leaves an extra blue mask for you to knead while he’s training or meditating

Like how turtles enjoy their shell to be scratched, you’ll definitely both have a set time where you just love on each other like that, where you just cuddle and scratch while he rubs your back

That’s so cute omfg wait I might’ve just did sum

Raphael

Won’t ever tell you, but he feels it while sleeping

So much so that he’ll have a dream of you kneading on or around him

We all know he’s a cat lover

Guys that love cats >>>

But anyway, he’s already fond over you and protective

Also I hc that he feeds the stray cats around the city & the best part is watching them make biscuits in an alley

So to see you do it is the cutest

Raph is a known heavy sleeper, so he doesn’t awaken that easily

HOWEVER (comma)

He would not mind it at all if he woke up to you trying to knead on his shell before he rolled over

Also if he does wake up, he’ll lay on his stomach for easy access to his shell for you

Also doesn’t tell you if he’s awake, he’ll wait a few just to hear you purr while baking those biscuits

Donatello

Donnie doesn’t sleep

However (comma) he wouldn’t mind it if you kneaded next to him while he was working on something

My cat usually kneads right next to me and buries their head on some part of my body, so if you do so, Donnie seriously doesn’t mind

In fact, he loves it! Just feeling you next to him is all he needs

Actually, since Donnie doesn’t sleep, I feel like he would take a cat nap (no pun intended) via bread kneading

He thinks of it as a nice massage. Although kneading is usually on a blanket or something, Donnie’s shoulders are free real estate for kneading

Michelangelo

He notices right away

He’s not a heavy sleeper idc RAPH is 😭NOT Mikey

He immediately does the lil head pat

Also likes to joke around about it

“Guys please stop ordering biscuits Y/n’s been baking for hours please they haven’t seen their family in weeks”

That line. All. The. Time.

Is definitely the most physical out of the four brothers

Meaning he’ll absentmindedly pet you or rub your back knowing you enjoy it as if you’re a non-mutant cat

If you get a little embarrassed (especially if done around his brothers or April/Casey,) Mikey would just switch and do it in private

But tbh he just wants to show off his cute s/o to everyone

Gifts you a (very fluffy) orange blanket of his exclusively for kneading and baking those nice loaves of bread

Since being a mutant feline, your nails will naturally be sharper than average, so he always (attempts to at least) stitch the blanket back up for you?

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[0547]

close to you! (xiao x oc oneshot)

“I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden, you saw me look at you.”

a/n : hey gang this was a spontaneous idea i got while listening to close to you by gracie 😭 anyways BYR: i didnt know if i wanted to make it oc or reader bc i already had a character imagined in my head lol um i could make this a series bc i see it building up haha i thought of so so many characters to do this with but ended up w xiao bc i think this would be a pretty interesting romance dynamic……. hes not so emo/rude js awkward teenager vibes but js lmk if u want more of this anyways enjoysies hihihi 🤞🏻❤️😝

the cold liquid splashed, making a sticky wet spot right on the boy’s shirt.

“oh my god. dude— im really sorry!” childe gasped, fishing out his handkerchief from his jeans back pocket, patting xiao’s chest frantically.

“just leave it. it’s fine—” the boy grumbled, ignoring the ginger’s worried eyes, untying his leather jacket from his waist and wore it over his shoulders.

“—when’s the grand act starting anyway?” xiao asked, his eyes scanning the empty stage. they both were standing quite close, in childe’s best efforts to ‘excuse me’ his way to the front.

ugh. he didn’t even like shows like this anyway. but since that old man was so happy that xiao reluctantly agreed to his father’s boyfriend to take him out, he couldn’t really say no to zhongli’s pleased face, (and though he wouldn’t admit it, childe’s beaming face too.)

so to his best efforts, xiao went out on this sunday night anyway, in attempt to have some ‘bonding time’.

“—now, i think. look! the ceiling lights are moving!” childe exclaimed excitedly, and the crowd around them matched his enthusiasm as the strum of the guitar echoed in the hall and people began to cheer.

“are you ready?”

the crowd roared.

the stage lights adjusted themselves over the lead singer, dressed in white laced dress, in contract of her shoulder length jet black hair, and charismatic… star-like? eyes.

she gave a big grin to the audience, her fingers going over her guitar, and that’s probably when xiao felt his heart stop.

it wasn’t because the performance was fully captivating, or that her voice was so melancholy the crowd was practically screaming in worship of the ethereal singer,

it’s when their eyes met, and her forehead was dripping with sweat from jumping around the stage, and how her eyes seemed to smile ever wider than her lips did.

-

once the performance was over, childe and xiao went back to sit at their table.

“hey, that was awesome right? i told you would have a good time!” childe chuckled, taking a sip of his orange juice (now in a cup with lid and straw, as he was afraid to spill it on xiao again.)

“i need a minute.” xiao said, excusing himself from the table, his heart beating wildly, unbeknownst to a confused childe.

he walked out of the building, sucking in the cold night air, and leaned against the exposed brick wall with closed eyes and a sigh, trying to place this adrenaline.

“enjoyed the show?” a voice beside him asked.

he flinched and whipped his head to … the lead singer that caused him this distress. she was.. smoking.

he gave a curt nod in response, and watched her throw out her cigarette, and leaned back the wall like him, staring into the sky.

“it’s kinda rare we get gigs in this area of town, but y’know, shit happens.” she said nonchalantly, sighing.

xiao didn’t know what to say to that. “um, shit happens.” he agreed, and they shared the silence for a while.

she turned to look at him, “so, are you from here?”

“i—“

“mari! where the hell are you!” a voice from the back alleyway bellowed. they both flinched.

“shit! right, sorry um, i have to go…?”

“xiao.”

“right! okay xiao. i’m mari. i’ll see you when i see you!” she waved goodbye, dashing back inside the building.

xiao watched the girl’s figure rush inside, and he too, followed her.

-

it was two weeks after the show, somehow his heart slowed to a normal pace when he talked to her, the cool singer girl.

he resumed his normal routine, school, exercise, helping zhongli do house chores, the general diligence good chinese sons have.

although it didn’t mean he could get her out of his head. it was probably because he never saw someone glow so brilliantly, so passionately…

he ended up sketching her face in corners of his exercise books. he sort of did it unconsciously, because when he realised what his hands created, he quickly scribbled over the face with ink.

i mean, he didn’t share the whole thing of girls with boys his age. he wasn’t even mildly interested in the magazines or the vulgar videos his peers would always invite him to watch. zhongli actually did express some concern and wanted to give a mortifying talk on how sexuality is a spectrum blah blah blah, xiao cut him off rather quickly and assured him he will let him know if he’s gay or not.

he did do some research if the band uploaded songs online, and they did, rows of recordings with as little as 400 views. he ended up fighting negative comments under their youtube videos, on their official instagram posts, even as far as following a twitter stan page and actively liking updates.

according to some trivia of the little known things about the members, mari was actually around xiao’s age, which made him hopeful, ha, as if they could ever be friends!

shes also known to be an outgoing and friendly person,

thats true, according to their short interaction, he noted to himself.

…and dislikes tofu.

what?

“how could she not like tofu… it’s literally the best comfort food.” he muttered under his breath in utter disbelief, as his hand hovered over the mouse. in his opinion, people who didn’t like tofu shouldn’t be trusted at all.

maybe he was sort of becoming a fanboy. maybe. but it wasn’t a big deal. it wasn’t. he just had this undying urge of wanting to get to know this girl for about half a month now.

-

mari’s voice singing in his earphones was in tune with xiao’s humming as he completed the conclusion of his essay he had to submit before lunch.

as he worked, the rowdy class became quiet, and hutao passed his desk and pulled the wired earphones out of his ear.

“oi, the teacher’s here!” she hissed, and carefully stood in her own seat, giving the usual class greeting.

as everyone echoed her, the teacher began to gesture someone outside the door to step in the class.

xiao felt his heart skip a beat when the person came in view.

the tofu hater?

“alright dear… come along now…! okay everyone, a bit unusual to have someone transfer in so late in the semester, but please welcome our new student, marin!” the teacher beamed, gesturing to mari, who fixed her newly worn glasses on her nose.

xiao couldn’t move. why is his pulse thumping so goddamn loudly?

“hello, i hope we can all get along.. please just call me mari.”

this was going to be a problem.

[inkedeye2345]

Got on the wrong foot Pt.6

Tales of the hidden city (Leo's part of the episode)

rise Leo x OC

(Warning: non but cursing)

Leo's pov: "Hidden city zoo" "ohhh luxury resort" "battle nexus" "ohhh witch town!" "I could really use a massage" we all pointed to the map

"alright we narrowed down our list to 200 activities I don't want to spend my whole day in the hidden city voting so I say we each do our own thing" we all said our goody good bye and I get to spend some time with my new girlfriend

until I see Donnie grab Kyle and talk to her and I walk closer "hey Dee whatcha guys tal-" "sorry nardo I needed to talk to Kyle for a moment so can I borrow her for a moment?" I was confused and I kept my smirk "ya go ahead" I walk away (ofc he's going to eavesdrop he's Leo what do you think he is a hob-)

I had an idea so Kyle would understand right I hide behind a stand and tried to hear what they're saying "okay I know my dumb dumb brother so if you or him get in trouble call me you have my number okay" I see Kyle nod her head and Donnie pats her head so I walk in "hey you guys done yet?"

i see Kyle smile sweetly I look at Donnie and I glare at him he looks at me with a straight face and April grabbed his arm "come on Donnie I want to go to witch town!" "Ya Donnie go to witch town" Donnie glares at me "scoff I will goodbye nardo" and he looks at Kyle and does a small smile and pats her head and walks away

I wrapped my arm around Kyle "you okay" I look down at her and smirk "of course I'm okay im Leonardo the nexus champion" she giggles but damn i needed that to calm me down and we walk to a stand as we see a map and I opened it "whoa food, chronic , and fun in the sun at the HIRSUTE' resort and spa you know I have been busting my show with the heroing lately time for a chilling day with for a epic day with chillaxian with my girl!" I hear Kyle laugh and cheer

(time skip)

We got to Hirsute resort and I was shocked

"whoaaa" and I whistle looking at the stuff that's going on but i didn't know why Kyle had a towel covering her body, glasses on, and a straw hat covering her face she had that when we got here

she kept a hold of my shirt for some reason but we kept on walking and we saw a little buck inside and I bent down "hey bub it is bub isn't it? Which way to your lounges lounge chair?" And the buck pointed to an outside beach and I grab kyle's hand and drag her to the seats as I sit down and look up at her "come on mi amor you can take that off no one's going to judge you" she shakes her head

"it's not that you know everyone in the city knows me cause I used to be a foot soldier and a nexus champion before you!" I look at her and shrug

"come on for me por favor" she hesitated and nods her head let's just say I wasn't ready

I immediately got up stole someone's cardigan robe and put it on them covering her I was a green mess and sat her down and sat down next to her clinging on her

(Something like this just imagine it) I sit up "time to work on the base tan" I threw my hat and got back to my position with Kyle until she taps me and I turn around to see two unicorns and I was annoyed who do they think they are ruining me and my girlfriends time together

"Excuse me buds you're in my sun" and the guys looked pissed "sorry sir and ma'am this is a privet club members only" when they said that I wrapped my arm around both of the unicorns neck "look friend like the Poca shells by the way, me and my girl have been hearing all week and we need a little RNR so can we just look the other way?” I put money in the crack of his arm

I see Kyle get up taking her hat and sun glasses off “can you pls let go of my boyfriend…” they threw me out of the place “ow that was not chillaxing” I rub my head and I see Kyle trying to get to me but a whole crowd asked for stupid shit and the buck guy was in front of me “why won’t you try the resort across the street” I look at where he’s pointed at smiling gasping until my smile drops

mane I see a scary ass resort as I walk in “the nerve of them treating a battle nexus champion that way!”

(time skip cause I’m to lazy)

I walk in the resort with my odachi resting in my shoulder and everyone is mesmerized and everyone came up to me the small buck “welcome sir! Coconut water?” He had a coconut drink in his tray as I grabbed it, drink it and threw it then the unicorns “voice towlet?” I grabbed the towel and rubbed it on my hair Then a girl fox “commentary beachside pedicure?” I then s e Kyle trying to get out of a crowd that are surrounding her

and I picked her up

(I know she got a nice ass not talking about the oc talking about it’s the girl and just pretend that’s how Leo picks her up)

“L-LEO!? How how did you-“ I cut her off “no te preocupes de eso hermosa” I make her sit down and I lay down between her legs (no it’s not getting sus yet calm down wait in one or three chapters)

(Idc if I’m putting to much photos)

(time skip)

everything was a disaster Kyle was being dragged around even tho she’s a enemy with the foot clan but people can’t understand that and I was fighting my alive hair that made me steal money and shit when I was asleep until I shaved my hair off getting mad at the short ass guy who gave me the hair and Kyle confessed to the crowd that she is not apart of the foot clan anymore

And when me and Kyle got outside telling them that it was the shirt guy they thought it was me and since they found out that Kyle isn’t apart of the foot clan so they took us to jail

but when we got there Donnie got pissed at me “HOW IN THE WORLD OF LOGIC DID YOU FUCKING GET KYLE IN JAIL!?!?!??!?!???!” I roll my eyes “look I took great care of her it’s not my fault you don’t fucking trust me” Raph decided to come in the mother fucking argument “look guys Raph doesn’t like it when we curse or argue” but me and Donnie kept on yelling at each other

“Guys stop…” i didn’t hear Kyle so we kept on yelling at each other “why don’t you trust me” “because you’re irresponsible and don’t think about others but you! You self centered piece of shit!” My eyes widened “Donnie!!” I hear Kyle and April yell “I’m saying the truth!” I felt Kyle cup my cheeks “he didn’t mean it okay I love you mi armor don’t listen to him pls don’t…” I hear her whisper I lean in her touch

Placing my hand on the back of hers and I felt her peck my lips and she smiles “you know that I’ll love you right…?” I nod my head

(time skip)

she was sitting down and I had my head on her lap until we see master splinter and Mikey in our jail well with disguises with a cake and master splinter gave me my odachi and I stood up and I picked Kyle up when i opened the portal

and I ran in with her in my arms and I also got the cake

(Hello so I hope you liked this one and the other ones too so I just wanted to say how come MY MOTHER F#CKING MEMES GET MORE LIKES THAN MY GOD DAMN ATORYS SURE SOME OF THEM MIGHT BE SHORT BUT IT TAKES ME A LONG ASS TIME TO MAKE THEM *clears throat* i don’t mean that stuff *kai you said nothing bad so stfu and NON BINARY UP!*…my friends right I am schizophrenic…now let’s put that aside so it’s midnight and i can’t believe I’m trying to make these everyday for you guys to enjoy ruining my fricking 8 hours of sleep but I may not be able to post the rest of the story’s because there’s a thunderstorm or just a storm for short but it’s going to be for a week so my lights and everything will go off so I might not be able to post so ya 🥲 but I’ll do my best to make you guys happy that’s just a reminder that I may not post for a week probably but if I do post that means IM BACK BABY HAHAHA-….what was I doing again? *my lesbian friend: you’re going to tell them about the so-* OH YA so the song until I found you idk the person who made it so just go find it on Spotify- why in the f#ck is this note so f#cling long *my lesbian friend:that’s on you dumbass* me:🖕…. So ya that’s all I’m now going to knock the f#ck out so have a good day or night and god bless you beautiful people byeee 💙)

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