#threaten your god into doing the bare minimum

[soyoudneverguess]

Holy fucking shit

[zombholic]

DATING MECHANIC ABBY HCS — abby anderson

description — mechanic!abby, fem!reader, modern au, no post outbreak, sfw & nsfw, MDI.

— One thing Abby never lets happen is your car breaking down on you, she always keeps everything in check, oil change, new battery, brake pads, everything.

— She definitely drives a ram truck, her car is big like her its the perfect combination unlike your car, she refuses to get in your car with how small it is, she physically cannot fit in it and hits her head on everything.

— Since she keeps your car in check you keep little things like doing her nails or hair, with all that grease on her its the bare minimum to give your hard working girlfriend a manicure, shave down her calluses sometimes if she’s being nice she’ll let you paint them.

— Abby makes very good money off being a mechanic and she loves nothing more than spoiling her favorite girl, if she sees your eyes linger on something for too long she will surprise you with it a couple days later.

— She loves taking you out on dates, nothing fancy since it not your guys vibe but she loves sitting next to you especially if its a booth and she’ll have her arm wrapped around your waist or her hand caressing your thigh in a loving manner.

— You love to show up to her work with lunch in hand, the main reason you love it is because you get to see her in her muscle tee, sweaty with grease all over her, it does something to you.

— Her crooked smile becoming toothy when she sees her future wife showing up to her work, she could never get sick of you.

— Abby definitely bought an engagement ring a year into you two dating, nothing big just a small sliver ring with a tiny diamond, she knows you don’t like anything too extravagant.

— You wanted to beat the u-haul lesbian stereotype but not even a couple months into dating she asked you to move into her apartment with her, she made it clear that she was going to pay for everything.

— You hated that she was so keen on paying for everything instead you would just spoil her with her favorite things, create little baskets for her and occasionally buy her something expensive that she will beg you to return because she hates when you spend so much on her.

— Whenever there’s an argument between you two, you being the hothead likes to say things in the heat of the moment, she knows not to take it to heart but god you’re so mean.

— Usually she would just tell you to take a breather and leaves to drive around, cooling down herself. When she returns she has takeout for you two you’re quick to embrace her tightly tears threatening to spill out from the guilt. She forgives you every time because she loves you so badly it hurts.

— Mechanic Abby is a sweetheart, she’s oh so gentle with everything and everyone, she’s popular with a lot of people always being the social butterfly and theres you who hates anything and refuses to socialize with people unless its your close friends.

— Black cat and Golden retriever couple.

— She’s definitely a couple years older than you and you love calling her a milf even though shes not, you always joke around telling her she would be a great dad, she gives off dad energy.

NSFW mdi NSFW mdi NSFW

— Abby is such a soft dom, she will take her sweet time having sex with you, hands all over your body, kissing every curve and crevice, admires you like the goddess you are.

— When she’s eating your aching pussy she laps up your juices, her tongue going deep inside your seeping cunt her nose applying pressure to your sensitive clit. She could drink you all up if she could so she makes you cum until you’re pushing her head away from you, legs trembling but her grip on your thighs were going to leave bruises.

— She loves having you in missionary, especially with your beautiful legs over her shoulders as her cock is deep inside your cunt, she’s slow and gentle with her thrusts her hand wrapped around your shin as she’s kissing your leg, her eyes trained on the way your face contorts so angelically.

— If you beg her enough she’ll have her hips slapping against yours at an ungodly speed, her nails dug into her back, arms, tugging so tightly at her roots.

— She loves talking so sweetly to you.

“This good baby?” She has her strap hitting every aching spot inside your clenched pussy, basically drooling all over her dick.

All you could do was nod your head pathetically, eyes half lidded trying to maintain the eye contact she demanded you to have, her hands cup your smaller ones pining them over your head as she leans in to pepper your lips with soft kisses.

“Look so pretty taking my cock like that sweet girl.” You feel her smile into the kiss, she decides to pick up her pace, grabbing your thighs and pushing them against your chest.

Her focus is now on the way your pussy was swallowing her thick cock, the way you clenched around her made her brain go static she could swear up and down she could feel it.

— Abby definitely will have you ride her in the backseat of her pickup, her hands on your hips which she calls love handles, she’ll pick you up and slam you back down until you’re crying for her to slow down.

— She is an expert at aftercare, she’ll be quick to get a warm bath ready, scoop you up bridal style as you both got into the tub, she has your back against her chest as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

[bunni-v1]

Aommgg

Could I request the nrc staff + grim finding out you‘re a girl (plantonic)?

Or do they all know straight from the start?

TW: None

Info: Crowley, Grim, Sam, Cruel, Trien x Reader (Platonic)

🍓Hello lovely! I didn't want to make a whole long post about this, but I do want to talk about it. I'm so glad you asked! So the staff is... made aware of the situation, obviously. But, I think I'll go a little into depth on how each member deals with this information.

Crowley knows because... well... he sees you out of the ceremonial robes before anyone else does. He handles it as well as he does every other issue he comes across. "Just cover it up!" Famously said by Crowley. He's not unkind though, he does ensure that you get the help you need and he makes sure you keep what you need hidden, well, hidden. But... he won't do more than the bare minimum unless his hand is forced. Like... with Scarabia, he pretty much threatened the whole dorm with expulsion if they so much as uttered a word to anyone but amongst themselves. He is, unsurprisingly, not a father figure to you. He's more like... you're weird quirky uncle that you like, but only in small doses.

Grim, our little guy, finds out at the same time as Crowley... and he's a little harder to convince to keep his mouth shut to start. He doesn't like you, okay, you stole his position at NRC (like he had a chance at all). With a few well-placed cans of tuna from both you and Crowley, he keeps his little rat mouth shut. However, when you're actually granted studentship as NRC? His tune changes. It changes because Crowley holds his position as a student over his head, but it changes. Not a SINGLE person will ever hear you're a woman from Grim. He can't lose this position, not after so much work to get where he's gotten to. Besides, he grows to really love you! You're family to him, and no one out family. Seriously, he's so protective of it, once Ace and Deuce figure it out they're too scared to talk because of Grim's looming presence.

Sam is the first member of Staff to find out, other than Crowley. How? Crowley's sudden interest in pads, tampons, birth control, and all the fun stuff that comes with being a woman. Sam usually would just shrug his shoulders and excuse Crowley's quirky behavior, but then you come in looking like a lost deer and he gets it. He is genuinely so nice to you though! If you ever feel unsafe on campus, you talk to Sam and he'll handle it for you, okay? Sure, he jacks up the prices on your feminine products, but it's considerably less than his normal prices. Hell, if you're short, he'll "suddenly" remember he's got a discount on those items. He's like a cool older brother, honestly. He lets you hang out in the back of the shop and do homework when you ask, and he gives you snacks at a discount when you're there!

Crewel doesn't really treat you any differently than anyone else. Admittedly though, he's fond of you, even if you're a troublemaker. When you come into his class on your first day in a uniform six times too big for you, he feels pity for you. You didn't ask to be here, and now you have to wear that atrocious old uniform? You poor little pup. He's not exactly easy on you, but he's more understanding of your mistakes. Eventually, after you get to know him better, he offers to get you a nicer uniform and also privately tutor you. This is his excuse for keeping you busy so that you don't have as many chances to get found out, and it's also because you are horrifically failing his class and it looks bad on him.

Trien treats you the most differently out of everyone on staff. The SECOND he found out you were a girl and were being forced to hide that fact for Crowley's sake? Oh my god, grandpa was PISSED. Crowley got an EARFUL after that meeting. This man makes it his mission to make your stay as comfortable as he possibly can make it because sevens know Crowley won't be doing SHIT. After he meets you? Oh my god, you remind him of his own girls when they were little. He absolutely adores you, and everyone can tell. It's so odd to the other students because he clearly favors you, and when they ask you about it you've got no clue. He is your dad here at NRC, as out of character as that might be. You are a young woman lost in a world that is not kind to you going through so much more than you need to. He doesn't want to add more to your plate. You can come to him for anything and he will provide as best as he can.

Vargas (I'm sorry for forgetting about him lol) is a lot like Crewel in the fact that he doesn't treat you too differently from his other students. You're still made to push yourself to your upper limits for gym, still expected to keep up with your peers, and still expected to meet his general expectations. However, if it's way too much for you to do, out of fear of Crowley and Trien breathing down his neck, he'll lessen your load. Otherwise, he doesn't really have much chance to be around you outside of class. He finds you amusing and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders, but that's about it from him.

[ash-says]

Tips for Dysfunctional Family Girlies Part 2:

1) Get your basics straight. Education. Boundaries. Financial independence. Further breaking it down and linking it if you get proper education at some point you are bound to get an awareness of this world, if you are able to adapt and improvise yourself and develop your emotional intelligence and get your boundaries straight you will save yourself a lot of unnecessary drama and problems. Education (formal and informal) both will help you in gaining opportunities and if you are financially independent, you are holding the power to make your own decisions.

2) Develop thick skin. Your mom is calling you names. Slut, whore and what not. Your dad doesn't trust you and abuses you physically. So, what now? Are you going to let them define what you are or internalize the anger and use it as a fuel to become successful? Choice is yours.

3) They say you don't owe an explanation to anyone. Sorry to burst your little bubble. Actually you do. We live in a society and have relationships that we need to maintain for survival. This hyper independent stuff is only good to read. We have responsibilities that we need to fulfill. If you don't owe an explanation to anyone then don't cry about a closure from someone too. If you can live by this go ahead and practice it.

4) Stop isolating yourself. That's it. That's the point.

5) First kill the fear inside you. Being a rebel outside the house is no good. Be disciplined. Know how to manipulate your family members in your favor and if you can't just find the weak points and threaten. I know it's difficult to implement but you learn through trial and error. Plus something is better than nothing.

6) Stop glorifying people who treat you with kindness and love. That's the bare minimum. Just because you didn't get it served in a silver spoon doesn't mean it is not served in a silver spoon. People can have ulterior motives and even if they don't fix it in your brain that's normal. No rose colored glasses allowed.

7) Don't be afraid of indulging in your sexuality. No I am not saying go and have sex with people. I mean it in a deeper sense. Connect with the repressed sexual side and try to find healthy outlets. Don't dim yourself to fit in others'expectations or to ease someone's insecurity. Be unapologetic about your wants and desires. Know yourself. It's a powerful energy source if you know how to use it positively.

8) Cry, cry and cry. Wail like a child. No need to keep it all in. No need to act like a macho woman BUT only in front of your god or your belief system. Max in front of your truly trusted people.

9) Question everything as easily as breathing. Doubt every thing. Every action. Every person. What proof do you have to not doubt ? Stop giving benefit of doubts. Stop looking for excuses on how they could be good and instead look for ways in which they can harm you. That's your lottery to be poised and composed. It's just what it is.

10) Obsession. We have it in loads. That's natural to us. So the trick here is to be obsessive. Hella obsessive but about things, topics, goals, subjects, inanimate things,etc. God forbid but never be obsessive about a person. Not even over your dead body. Why? For that I need to make another detailed post I think.

[nibbelraz]

imagine if linguang jun was like, 15% more uncle still. :) are you winning nephew? hmm your weird little crush isnt very good at picking up demon hints huh. check this out; hello you little squishy rat ^.^ it sure is a shame that you're clearly wearing a trinket of my nephews favour or else I could beat the shit out of you for existing rn. hm oh yes that hairpin IS making it very politically difficult for anyone to rip your limbs off. haha yes if you were wearing robes of his colours then it would be near impossible. (ur fuckin welcome nephew. gods i have to do EVERYTHING around here. your seduction skills are in the negatives and yet he still seems to reciprocate as best a human can.) sqh the next day decked out in 90% mbj gifts like ahah it's not too much to be wearing all this, right? mbj heart eyes mf. its the bare minimum actually qinghua. you should wear more.

Linguang Jun trying to be supportive in his own way and get the tiny pathetic human and his nephew together is so funny because he's LITERALLY threatening Shang Qinghua, but it's STRATEGIC AND NECESSARY SO THAT HE CAN UNDERSTAND

The funniest part tho that I can see happening is Qinghua still misinterpreting it, like he can't understand Mobei's demon courting but even if he wears his colors he still doesn't think that's reciprocating he's just wearing them as defense

Linguang Jun is screaming he's trying SO HARD

[azriels-shadowsinger]

Hi! Can I please request 1 and 16 for Cassian x reader 🥹

“He treats me well-" "Okay good for you." "-but he isn't you."

Cassian x Reader

wc: 1.3k

a/n: so i couldn’t decide how i wanted to combine those 2 different prompts so i’m just writing 2 separate cassian fics i’m sorry. working on the other one right now, but for now here’s this!

warnings: angst, slight suggestiveness at the end

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Cassian was sick of it. He was sick of watching you date these undeserving males, fall in love with them, and then get your heart broken. Every single time, you run to him to console you. And every single time, he wipes away your tears and assures you that somewhere out there, there is someone who will love you and treat you right. Little do you know, he’s silently praying to the Mother that one day he can be that person for you. Not so silently, he prays that the stupid prick that broke your heart will drown in the Sidra, which usually earns a laugh from you.

Currently, Cassian was trying to keep the irritated expression off of his face as you told him about your most recent date with some new guy.

“He even paid for dinner! How sweet of him, right Cass?” You ask excitedly.

Bare fucking minimum, Cassian thought.

“That’s great y/n.” The words come out a bit more annoyed than intended, making you frown.

“What’s your problem?” You ask.

“Nothing.” He mutters.

“Bullshit, Cass. Did I do something to piss you off?” You try to think back over the past few hours to remember what you did to upset him, but nothing comes to mind.

“I just don’t really care to hear about yet another male that you think is your one true love, who will inevitably break your heart in a week.” You stare at him, stunned.

“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk about my love life to my best friend.” You argue stubbornly. He lets out a laugh.

“I wouldn’t call getting broken up with every other month a love life, sweetheart.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth, but it was too late.

“Fuck you, Cassian.” You storm off before he can even apologize.

———

Unsurprisingly, the new guy ended up being a jerk and stood you up the following evening. You had waited at the restaurant for over an hour, earning apologetic looks from the waitress.

Cassian tried to act casual while he sat on the couch at the House of Wind, waiting for you to return from your date. He picked up some random book that Azriel had left and began scanning the pages when you winnowed home. Cassian can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, admiring your stunning figure accentuated by your dress. As soon as his gaze reaches your face, he notices the tears threatening to spill and stands up immediately. He debates walking over to comfort you with a hug or letting you come to him, still unsure if you are mad at him.

“I don’t want to hear ‘I told you so.’ And I know you don’t want to hear about my dating life anymore, so I’m going to bed.” You rush from the room quickly, leaving Cassian alone once again.

Yeah, you’re definitely still mad. Cassian has to fight the urge to follow you. He knows how your brain spirals in these situations, blaming yourself and doubting your self-worth, all because of a stupid male. He wants so badly to go up to your room and console you. He wants to wipe your tears like always and say some idiotic joke to make you laugh. More than anything, he wants to reassure you that this isn’t your fault. But he can’t, so he just sighs and sits back on the couch, picking up the book again.

———

It had been a few weeks since you and Cassian had a proper conversation, both of you too stubborn break the silence first. There had been a few short exchanges, usually just during training or when others were around, but the tension was apparent to everyone.

Cassian had heard from Mor that Feyre set you up with one of her artist friends, Kallum. He can’t be mad at his High Lady for doing what she thinks is best for her friend, but gods he was pissed about it.

You had gone on several dates with him over the past few weeks. He overheard you telling Feyre about them, describing the romantic gesture that Kallum made recently.

Was this it? Would this be the male who finally stole his best friend from him for good? If this male is a friend of Feyre’s, he must be a good guy.

Cassian hurries past the sitting area, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but somehow you catch his eye. He can’t help but notice the flicker of sadness in your stare.

———

After four weeks of stubborn silence, you approach Cassian at training.

“Hey.” He turns to you, surprised.

“Uh, hey y/n.” He notices that you’re picking at your nails, a nervous habit from when you were a kid.

“So, I’m bringing Kallum to dinner tomorrow evening. To meet everyone.” You say awkwardly.

Oh.

“I know you and I are still in a weird place, but can you please be nice? I want to make a good impression and see what everyone thinks of him.” You bit your bottom lip nervously.

“Why do you care what we all think of him?” He huffs.

“Because I care what my family and friends think of the person I’m dating.” You counter defensively.

“Do you really? Or do you need us to like him in order to convince yourself you like him too?” You scowl, but Cassian has that stupid cocky smirk on his face. He’s not wrong, which only pisses you off more. You had tried desperately to like Kallum. He’s a nice guy and he seems to like you a lot, but you just couldn’t find a spark between you two.

“He’s a good guy Cassian!” Your face turns red and you are too flustered to come up with a more clever response.

“If you say so.” Cassian rolls his eyes. You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, not him.

“He is! He treats me well!” You argue.

“Okay, good for you.” He says sarcastically. You stay silent for a long moment. Cassian turns to leave, not wanting to argue any longer.

“He treats me well…but he isn’t you.” You say softly.

Cassian freezes. Surely, he misheard you. He turns back to face you and is faced with the vulnerable expression on your face.

“Seeing as you don’t seem to want to be my friend anymore, there’s no point in hiding it any longer.” He takes a long stride towards you and takes your face in his hands.

“You’re right. I don’t want to be friends anymore.” Cassian presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You melt into his touch and tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss quickly turns heated, and you let out a soft moan. Cassian pulls away, and you give him a confused look.

“As much as I want to continue this, sweetheart, I plan to take you to dinner first. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated on a date.” He leans in close, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “And then maybe I can show you how you deserve to be treated in bed as well.” Your face turns bright red, and you nod. Cassian lets go of you, but you pull him in for another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the last.

“I should probably go break up with Kallum.” You giggle between kisses. Cassian growls at the mention of another male’s name and pulls you closer.

“That is the last breakup you are ever going to have. I’ve waited 500 years for this, I’m sure as hell not going to mess it up.”

Feel free to keep requesting prompts :-)

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[bigassmoonchild]

The Hearing

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

The first four parts give context, but may not be required for this read.

Summary: Being stuck in hearing sucked. Especially when Price revealed things about yourself you hadn't even known, and now Ghost was unsure of the choices he'd been making.

Content Tags: Separation, Mentions of Violence, Mild Storybuilding, Scenting, Mentions of Possible Pregnancy, Ghost Walking Out, Ghost being Unsure, No Use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: This took me half of The Wolverine, 16 minutes of Hamilton and 12 episodes of Bluey to get through. No sex yet, but if y'all don't want the pregnancy ark do let me know. This series may be coming to an end soon, but that doesn't mean Doc is going away forever. As always, content under the cut and requests are open <3

P.S: I was going to adjust part of this, but I've figured out a way to extend this story a little further, so I'm removing it from being privately posted. My apologies!

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This keeps fucking happening. It took four months before you and Ghost got in trouble again. Instead of having each other, now you were stuck without the other. The rest of the 141 was busy smuggling items between yourself and Ghost, it finally having gotten out that the two of you were mated.

That you were an Omega.

You were removed from training your squad for the time being, currently being investigating for the incident that had happened. Too many times you had seen the same people for hearings. Too many times you were stuck sitting in the same room and looking among the same people.

"Can you explain to us how no one knew that Michael wasn't taking his suppressants?" Was the question posed to you.

You adjusted in your seat, smoothing down the pair of nice pants you'd thrown on and smelling the thick perfume you'd put on to block the distressed scent you'd been throwing off. "No one in the compound is capable of scenting other people, those abilities are blocked with the military grade suppressants we are given. Scents are also dulled with the suppressants, so no one would've been able to tell," you explained. Short and simple, not nearly as scientific as it should've been.

"And you couldn't tell? Being mated means off of suppressants, which means you should've been able to scent him."

"It takes a minimum of two days off suppressants for a scent to begin coming back and another week before the androstenone in an Alphas body to increase dangerously high. I was on leave for three weeks prior to the incident, so I had to have returned back to base at nearly the two week mark," you wanted to see Simon.

You each had a babysitter, swapping out in shifts so neither of you were unattended for more than five minutes. You'd began self-soothing, rubbing the gland on your wrist aggressively against your neck gland, the clothes you were receiving weekly from Price wasn't doing enough.

No matter what, you were still stuck in this god damn hearing. Until you could smell Simon. You spun in your seat, searching the general room for him, watching as he was led forward, taking a seat across the aisle from you.

"Now, Mr. Riley, what caused you to attack Michael?" You were still watching him, only his balaclava to protect his face from those around you. You could just barely see his side-profile, his hardly blinking eyes as he stared down the person questioning him.

He glanced briefly at you. "My Omega was being attacked, I could smell her distress from a few halls down so I was going to find out what was happening. I heard him screaming at her and threatening her life, so I did what I had to to protect her," he answered, no hesitation. They hummed and nodded, glancing at you before looking back to Simon.

God, he smelled so much better than his clothes.

"Doctor, please try and pay attention," you looked down into your lap, giving a small sorry before the hearing proceeded. "What caused Michael to attack you?" At this you had to pause. It all happened so fast and you'd shoved the memory to the back of your head.

"He wanted to get out of the squad, he didn't want a Doctor ordering him around. I assume Mr. Riley said something to him, as he was causing problems with the soldiers covering my squad while I was on leave. He tried to press for information regarding my relationship with the Lieutenant, but I wasn't going to allow him insight he didn't need to know," they were writing everything down, clacking of keyboards and scraping of pens and pencils against paper.

"Do tell us what happened next,"

Looking away, you had to take a deep breath. You could feel the panic setting back in. "I told him that he wouldn't be able to remain in the military or find a new branch if he left. He had too many infractions and I pulled his file to show him, and he lunged for it. Michael was trying to take his file from me, and he could smell I was an Omega. That's when I realized he was going feral," you picked at your fingers, not looking at the group of people as you tried to remember what happened.

They glanced back at their notes, speaking with each other for a moment. "How would you know he was going feral?"

"I have medical documents of my squad. I know when their last heat or rut was, and I decide when they go on leave to ensure they aren't on suppressants for too long that it becomes dangerous, such as what occurred between myself and my Alpha. The androstenone inside an Alpha increases, albeit being dormant, the longer suppressants are taken without a natural rut occurring," you explained. This was the easy part, the things you knew exactly the ins and outs of.

They nodded along with you, fingers still clacking on keyboards as you explained.

"Once someone stops taking suppressants, the androstenone becomes active again. The longer they go without the rut, the more that become active. If they don't rid themselves of the androstenone, it'll force them into ferality to keep the increasing hormones from severely hurting them," they interrupted you for a moment.

"What does ferality do for the Alpha?"

"It ensures that they mate with the nearest Omega in or out of heat to naturally expel the androstenone. If they don't, their rut gets worse and they begin to have different areas of the brain shut down until they are no more than an animal, looking for the next thing to breed," you explained. "Most cases are euthanized, to ensure they don't suffer for long," you added, ensuring they would understand why it was so dangerous.

You had zoned out once they began talking with Simon again. His scent was washing over you every now and again as the AC unit blew cooler air into the room. This room had no windows and was in the middle of the building so they installed AC's for the stifling summer, which meant scents were wafting around with each other and mixing.

But Simons? It was amazing, being able to get it damn near straight from the source. You were waiting for all of this to be over so you could crawl into your nest with Simon. Your heat had been due a week ago, but with the proceedings dragging on you had been far to stressed for your body to allow it to happen.

And you could feel it building within you. You were exhausted all the time, eating more and building a larger nest, moving things in your room around. Now that you had your Alpha near you, you could feel your mind slowly slipping away from you.

You had to think harder, trying to remember how long ago your heat was and when you had to expect it. To be honest, you didn't really want to think that hard right now. You were still exhausted, you didn't get much sleep, considering you'd been without your Alpha for weeks now.

"That should wrap today up, we'll reconvene tomorrow. Same time and location, we'll review what we have learned from you two and Michael and give you our final decision in one week. For now, you two will stay separated and we'll have people watching to ensure you don't meet up," you wanted to argue. So badly, you wanted to tell them that he was your Alpha and he was supposed to be with you.

Even then, you knew that they wouldn't rescind their decision. You watched as Simon was led out, giving you one more look before leaving.

"Listen, kid, I'm really sorry," Price leaned in next to you, whispering as you waited for Simon to get far enough away that you could leave as well without possibly getting in trouble. "I know another week is going to be hard on you," he looked away.

You sighed, leaning back. "It's no harder than the first few weeks mated to him. The only problem is my heat isn't coming and I'm past due," he gave you a weird look before nodding with you.

Standing up, he gestured for you to follow him. You stood and followed him out, allowing him to lead you back to your room. It stayed quiet between the two of you, you figured he was deep in thought and you were just thinking about the nap you were gonna take in your nest.

Quite the exciting life you held now, being stuck back in hearings. You could only do paperwork and most of the work for the week you'd finish right away. It was so boring, the task force only being able to come by every now and again.

When you walked in, he handed you a bag. You looked down and back up at him, brows furrowed. Price gave you a smile and walked back out, the door shutting behind him. You sat on your bed, running your hands down your face and sighing deeply.

You reached into the bag, pulling out another of Simons hoodies. The amount you had at this point made you wonder if he had any left, just about the entirety of your nest was made out of his shirts and hoodies. The scents on some of them were fading, but you didn't remove them just yet.

Without him to be in the nest with you, the scents were fading quicker and quicker. You hated it. You had grown accustomed to having him scenting you at night and before he had to leave in the morning, him remarking your gland every now and again when you were able to.

Moving to throw the bag in the bag of bags, you felt something move inside it with your movements. Setting it back down, you opened it to look inside.

A pregnancy test.

"Price!" You shouted, his office door slamming open. You were heaving, having run straight to his office after finding his last little gift. "What the hell?"

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was talking to my own Omega and they mentioned giving you one. A lot of the symptoms you'd been mentioning had lined up with their own pregnancy. You don't have to use it, obviously, I just figured you'd want it," you stopped to think.

How had you been exhibiting all the signs of a pregnant Omega and yet you'd been unable to recognize it? You were a bloody biologist, so you'd already known exactly what the signs were. Intense nesting urges, increased eating, increased amounts of sleep.

Jesus, were you pregnant? Maybe you should take the test, just to be sure. Price opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and going back to his paperwork. You were going to pester him about what he was going to say, but you didn't.

"You could get this hearing pushed off if you're pregnant. They'll consider it an Alpha protecting his pup. You didn't hear this from me,"

The next day Simon was back where he'd been sitting, in the back of the hearing room waiting for them to call him forward. He could see you, some rows ahead of him. Your scent had become more delectable to him over the last few weeks, even if he hadn't been able to smell you directly.

The rest of the task force was playing a dangerous game, smuggling items between the two of you. He knew that, if caught, they could be put on a probationary leave and investigated to figure out if it was more than just items.

Simon watched as you stood from your seat, hands folded in front of you. He could smell you better than when you'd been sitting, the scent sweetening to something he couldn't explain.

All he wanted to do was scent mark you and hold you in your nest, maybe find you some food and feed you. What the hell was up with him? He'd been stalking as close to your room as he could get, snarling at every Alpha who walked near.

"I haven't made you aware yet, but I have been in for a pregnancy test," everyone went silent and Simons eyes widened. "The results should be coming in another day or two, depending on who will be finalizing them. I'd like to request that the current predicament be pushed back so my mate and I can speak about possibilities," he watched as the group leading the hearing leaned together to speak and his eyes never left you.

He could smell your distress from where he was, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Pregnant? He thought you'd been on birth control, even if it you'd still gone through your heats.

To be honest, Simon was terrified. A father? Him? All he could do was walk out, even if he heard his name come from you and your scent changing sharply. Winding through the halls, he found himself walking outside with a cigarette lit, the slight burn as he inhaled the smoke.

Neither of you had talked about this. You'd been mated for a few months, not even hitting a year yet and prior to that you'd only spoken professionally. He knew you, but you hadn't even shared a room yet.

Was he wrong? For biting you, when neither of you had agreed upon being mated. For getting the two of you in that situation in the first place, he should've been the one who had gone and swept the building to make sure everyone was safe.

Simon knew exactly where his life would be had the two of you not been stuck in that situation. He'd never imagined his life moving this way and it terrified him. He was almost... regretting the choices he'd made.

Regretting mating with you.

Next

[karteinss]

Co-workers.

Top Male! Reader x Sub! Scara

Unreliable Narrator/Outsider's perspective, original female character, and male reader.

Cw: bottom scara & slight nsfw.

M/n and Scaramouche were polar opposites, nothing of them matches up but they did have one thing in common; Wanting to become the Employee of the year.

M/n was a bright handsome young man, always loyal and obedient (or so their boss thought), almost never missing a day at work. He was loud but generous, a fun guy to hang out but he could also have a serious side to him.

Meanwhile, Scara was a rather cold but pretty man, a quite intimidating figure in the office. Though he holds no authority of a higher figure, his face and cold tone was intimidating enough for anyone to look away, afraid to make him angry.

The only way they would "interact" was through their rivalry. Insane, right? That's what Celine thought when she first entered their department.

It really was a tiring job, not only did she do overtime often but she has to do it with those 2, making it even more struggling and painful.

She really wishes she could've been put in another department, to do overtime in peace at least.

She was tired and absolutely annoyed at both of them in the first year of her job but as another year passed by, she got used to it.

But it didn't mean that she didn't get tired of listening to their bickering, it could lead to “physical” fights if they go far enough which she herself had to stop..

She was just like their nanny, an underpaid one to be exact.

For those who are asking: No, the HR doesn't know a thing about this since they always fought at places where the security cameras couldn't see.

And none of the other employees decided to snitch on them��� Let's just say that they were too afraid.

The amount of stress she gained was abnormal from just listening to them bickering!

She should get paid for doing such a job so torturous.

.

.

.

Celine was just doing some work peacefully, writing documents and other things an average worker with a minimum wage salary would do. Well, her peaceful and quiet atmosphere was short-lived when she suddenly heard a loud crash in the Janitor's closet.

Ah, fuck, they're at it again.

Celine walked towards the Janitor's closet and she was right— Inside, there was M/n on top of Scara, their clothes were slightly messy.

God, when will they ever stop fighting?

Celine just sighed, “What are you both doing? You should be doing your work, not fight. Stand up” Celine commanded, her voice sounded threatening but there was barely any intimidation in her voice.

As they both stood up, she saw red-blue marks on their skins.

Damn, how far did those bastards go? Celine was confused, they would always fight “Physically” but they were never badly injured.

As she was still rambling inside her head, M/n talked first.

“He started it first.”

The accusation made Scara's eyes widened as he yelled.

“WHAT!? NO I DIDN'T!” Scara responds with a loud yell, which made M/n smirk. “Yes you did, you dragged me here first, no?” He said calmly, meanwhile, Scara looked so angry and red— red from embarrassment, maybe.

Scara tries to respond back but he stays silent, he just walked right out of the Janitor's Closet with his ears and cheeks painted a light red.

He must've been embarrassed.

As Celine watched Scara walk out, M/n suddenly whispers; “Don't tell the HR or anyone about this, it was just a friendly fight, no worries.” M/n whispered but a small smirk was visible on his face as he too went out of the closet.

Well, AT LEAST M/n was slightly better than Scara in terms of personality.

Though, she often questions if their dynamic was healthy or not— They get into physical fights often, isn't that too extreme?

She lets out an exaggerated sigh as she too left the Janitor's closet to resume her work—

She wonders if they truly hate each other.

“Celine, they're fighting again...” Her colleague pointed out, it was in the middle of the day, it was only 1pm and this was the 3rd time today! Not to mention it was a goddamn Monday! Could her day just get any worse?

“I know, just let them be” She responds calmly, too tired of their bullshit as she continues writing a document.

“M/n is dragging scara somewhere—”

A slam could be heard from Celine's table as Celine immediately walked over to them, grabbing Scara's arm to pull him back.

“You will NOT fight in this office, fight elsewhere.” Celine said to M/n as she dragged Scara from M/n's grasp and dragged him back to his chair.

“Work, don't fight, this is an office.” Celine said as she left both Scara and M/n stunned.

“We're not fighting! I just wanted to talk to him privately—”

“Is it work related?”

That seemed to stun M/n as he went quiet.

“No...It isn't.” M/n says truthfully, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Find an appropriate time to do it, then. Office hours aren't supposed to be time for you both to start a petty fight” Celine was getting more and more tired of them, she was hoping this was the last time they'll fight for such petty reasons.

“Right, sorry..I won't do it again” M/n apologizes as Celine nods. “You too, Scara.” She also told him, Scara just silently nodded she finally went back to her seat in peace.

Hopefully this will be the last time they fight.

A few weeks have passed since then and one day, M/n didn't come to work which was unusual since he never missed any days of work. But the more unusual thing is that Scara didn't come to work either— This should've been an advantage for Scara but apparently, he too didn't come to work.

“Weird” Celine thought to herself, maybe it was just a simple coincidence.

Well, atleast she would have some peace for a day.

No, it was just a coincidence.

Every goddamn time one of them gets sick, the other doesn't come to work either.

It can't just be a mere coincidence, right?

Curiosity killed the cat as Celine finally decided to ask both of them why they don't come to work when the other was sick.

And all they answered was;

“I want to make the rivalry fair”

That didn't stop her curiousity at all!

It seems out of character for those two bastards who literally fight every goddamn time they even lay their eyes on each other.

But hey, at least Celine has the peace she always longed for on those days.

It was just a normal Friday night for Celine, overtime in the office again, stuck with those two bastards and some other colleagues which Celine thanked God for.

The good thing is she gets paid for this shit, which is a good thing but she secretly wishes for more pay— A fee for taking care of those delinquents who kept trying to bite into each other's necks.

It was always; “He started it first!” this or “He doesn't deserve to be employee of the year!” that, well turns out none of them were employee of the year, Celine was.

At least her efforts paid off but it was a headache of trying to comfort an upset M/n and an annoyed Scara...God, those two were like the Sun and the moon.

As Celine was rambling inside of her head, she didn't notice how the sky became darker. She glanced at the office computer and saw how it was already time for her to leave, she looked at the left and right sides of her to notice how both Scara and M/n were both gone.

Oh no, those fuckers were probably at it again.

She hurriedly tries to look for them in every nook and cranny, she couldn't find anyone to help her as she realized her other colleagues had already left as she panicked.

They could be in a massive fight, oh god. What if they try to kill each other and one of them tries to kill her too???

All those negative thoughts were making Celine's head spin, but she still tried to look for them despite her fear of possibly getting killed by one of those psychos.

She searched and searched and finally— She stood in front of the Men's bathroom, there's no way she's going to do this right? Celine was reconsidering her decision, will it be like those true crime documentaries where she'll get brutally killed in the bathroom!? This was the men's bathroom, what if someone saw her and thought she was a huge ass pervert?

All those thoughts kept running throughout her head, but she stopped to listen into the bathroom as she heard a...whimper?

There was definitely someone there.

She placed her ear next to the door, trying to hear what was happening inside.

She heard...sounds of pain? Moans? Groans?

Then, she heard a voice like Scara screaming and begging to do whatever the other person was doing to him.

“M/n..! S-stopngh—”

Oh my fucking God.

M/N WAS A MURDERER.

What if she barges in and gets killed too in the process?

What if M/n found out she was eavesdropping and was brutally murdered?

What if..

What if!?

All of those “What if” questions kept repeating inside of her head as if she was back in 5th grade studying about WH-Questions.

God, she didn't like Scara but she didn't want him dead...

There's no other choice but to barge in.

As Celine starts to bang on the door, trying to communicate with Scara by screaming— She stopped when M/n finally opened the door and to her surprise; He wasn't covered in blood, rather, he was covered in sweat and some sort of...liquid? Not to mention, his clothes were messy like it had just been put on.

Did...did she misunderstand the situation?

She was speechless and embarrassed, as M/n suddenly coughs and talks.

“Hey um..do you mind leaving us alone? I..I promise you I'm not a murderer”

That's something a murderer would say!

“And why should I?” Celine responds back, leaving M/n sweating nervously. He stepped aside to show a somewhat perfectly fine Scara but he too was drenched in sweat, his clothes were a mess though.

“Oh...”

Did Celine interrupt something?

“Y-yeah uh...Please leave us alone...I want to talk to him privately”

Oh...

“Yeah...uhm, sure. Sorry.” Celine apologized as she quickly took her leave in embarrassment, so she misunderstood everything!?

They looked like a mess, and they were drenched in sweat. Were they exercising?

What the hell were they doing in there?

All those thoughts were repeating again and again as she quickly packed up her bag and turned off the office lights.

As she passed the same men's Bathroom, she could've sworn she heard a loud moan.

She doesn't want to know what they're doing.

[celenawrites]

— a soft life: unofficial prologue

Summary -

Retired and domesticated, Johnny and Simon look forward to the next step in their life as a couple - parenthood. However, initiating this process turns out to be a lot trickier than usual.

And then enters you, a tired grad student who is desperate and willing to be their surrogate for some much needed cash. Needless to say, they find themselves orbiting you - like planets to the burning sun.

Warnings - A/B/O dynamics, Metaphorical ramblings of 'killing' parts of one's personality, reader is implied to be an immigrant and POC so expect topics of misogyny, sexism and threats of forceful marriage/parenthood to pop up in later chapters, Unbeta'd and unedited contents so mistakes are inevitable, etc.

Word count - 1, 128.

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Your eyes burn. 

The black cursor blinks against the empty white expanse of your Word document, taunting you and your incapability to muster up anything to write for your thesis. You shut down your laptop after staring at the blank document file for what seems like hours, barely mustering up the concentration needed to finally name the topic of your research thesis. 

You lean back against the black ergonomic chair and it creaks under your weight, and you can feel the way your back cracks as you stretch your arms over your head. You take off your glasses, and then let your palms rub at your aching eyes as you contemplate what more you could do to distract yourself from your imminent doom. 

Between your laptop and piles of printed papers, textbooks and notes lies an opened manila envelope that has delivered devastating news to you at a crucial point of your life. 

The education system is unfair in many ways, and going into academia and research is definitely not going to be a walk in the park for you. But your passion for the subject had you undeterred - leaping at the first chance of pursuing your postgraduate degree from one of the most prestigious universities in all of the United Kingdom. And yet, the printed letter you had received last week is threatening your dream and you do not know if there is any way for you to salvage it. 

You have rapidly applied for financial aid, scholarships, internships and even odd jobs - but most of the potential employers have either ghosted you or put your name on a never-ending waitlist. You cannot wait till next year to know if they would hire you for minimum wage, damn it. 

By the time they reach out to you, you might already be well on your way back home. And you do not want to go back home. 

A few tears of frustration bubble up in your eyes, leaving hot tear tracts on your skin as you try to wipe them away. You need a break. God knows when was the last time you had slept. 

At moments like these, when life was too much and the stress made the idea of death all the more inviting to you, your inner voice - your Omega, someone you have suppressed and killed with your own violent hands, would resurface into your life like a phantom and she would haunt you with incredulous ideas and sweet impossibilities. Need someone, need Alpha, she would whisper to you all sultry, Wanna be taken care of. Too much, too much, too much-

And you would bury her remains again. 

You cannot be soft. You cannot be kind. You cannot let people know you care. 

It would only get you killed. Or worse. 

You get up to leave the room on shaky legs and your knees buckle after staying so still for hours on end. You enter the small kitchen, put the kettle filled with water on the stove and turn it up to high heat as you lean against the island and rub your hands over your languished face. You’re so tired. So fucking tired. 

The kettle simmers over the fire, letting out a small hiss from its spout. You pay it no heed. You think and think and think of all the possible ways you can salvage this mess of a situation - only to end up with nothing. 

The market hasn’t been kind, and you do work as a TA and some freelance work online as an editor to ease your financial worries, but it is not enough. 

You can always take up more shifts at the floral shop, but that can also possibly interfere with your academic schedule - which is the last thing you could possibly want. You can always call back home, but the very idea of it fills you with dread and makes your stomach turn and sicken you even more. You could-

The kettle lets out a loud whistle, steam oozing out of it rapidly and the mobile phone in your jeans rings at the same time, startling you into action. You turn and hurriedly turn the stove off, letting the kettle rest on the island as it lets out all the steam stored in the ceramic vessel. 

You abandon the pot of leafy concoction, opting to go outside into your living space to finally pick up your ringing phone. You wipe your clammy hands on a hand towel lying nearby before you swipe the green button to pick up the call. 

“Hello?” you state your name, “Who is it?”

“Good afternoon, Miss” the feminine voice greets you over the mobile, “This is the Larksky Fertility Clinic”. 

Your heart stills. 

You read the email the clinic representative had sent you after you got off the call with her. 

Alice was her name. Alice sounded like a kind woman. 

You read through the attachment files in the mail. The pamphlet outlined the vision and works of the fertility clinic, highlighting their doctors and the various fertility testing and treatments they offered to people and couples alike. The other attachment files consisted of the bare minimum information about the couple that are currently seeking you out in order to conceive. 

Mr. Simon Riley and Mr. John Mactavish. 

Both are ex-military - one of them is a personal fitness trainer and the other runs a security company. They’re willing to negotiate the price for your ‘assistance’; which is something you’re grateful for, even though you’d have done it for free once upon a time. 

While you have always been unsure about parenthood being the right path for you (and your personal aspirations and fears wouldn’t necessarily allow you to indulge in such ideas just yet), you have always wished to help people create the families they deserve. And you believe this call to be some sort of sign, corny as it might sound to some. 

Maybe it's divine intervention. Or manifestation. Or some spiritual signal. 

You have always been willing to help others out in any way possible - from taking on extra workload and sharing necessities to blood donations and volunteer work. At one point, you had been looking forward to helping people out with completing their families - eager to see them so ecstatic about becoming parents. The idea of doing this for money solely leaves your mouth dry, as if you have swallowed cotton - and yet, yet. 

It wouldn’t hurt to try, anyway. Sending out a response through your email, you confirm the time and date of the meeting with the clinic. You console yourself  and reason with your heart (or what is left of it anyway) - you need the money, you always wanted to do this, now is a good time anyway. 

A/N -

I decided to post this almost scrapped prologue in hopes to motivate myself and to keep on writing some more. Hopefully, I will be able to post more in May. Also, forgive the few grammatical errors in this piece, I haven't been too keen on correcting such errors at the moment. I will eventually clean this up later on. I just wanted to put this out there so that I can work on the later parts of this series.

[svartikotturinn]

שומע יא אידיוט תפסיק לתקוף יהודים אמריקאים ולקרוא להם לא יהודים? מאיפה אתה חושב שאנחנו הגענו? לפני מאה שנה גם אנחנו היינו בגלות. תחשוב מה שאתה רוצה על יהדות רפורמית אבל מאיפה הטימטום לחשוב שלראות את האויבים שלנו כאשכרה אנשים זה לא יהודי, ומאיפה הטמטום שיהודים בגלות ברחבי העולם הם לא יהודים.

סתום ת'פה ותפסיק לפגוע בקהילה של עצמך כפרה.

I’m gonna take the opportunity and respond both to your stupid bullshit and the stuff I got from @spacelazarwolf and @the-catboy-minyan with this image:

This kind of bullshit is a perfect example of why so-called ‘American Jews’ get on my last nerve. They are not actually a part of the culture, they engage with it on an extremely shallow level, and then have the nerve to barge in and pretend they fucking own it. (Here is another example. Here is another one.) So no, I am not ‘threatened’ by them, I am deeply irritated. (Much the same way Irish and Scottish people in those countries are irritated by Plastic Paddies boastfully claiming to be descendants of Robert the Bruce, by the way.)

I don’t know who you are, anon, but I do NOT appreciate your bullshit strawmanning. I did not say this applies to all Americans, and certainly not to all Jews living abroad. I am talking about this type which does not do the absolute bare minimum, which is, first and foremost, speaking Hebrew. This is the one major thing that Jews have in common outside of religious practice: the lingua franca Jews have used for millennia (yes, even beyond religious practice—read some Shlomo Haramati), without which you might be in touch with your own community but your link to Jewishness as a whole will be hobbled.

Now, as for Pharaoh, here is what Jewish scripture and exegesis has to say about him. Notably, here is how the Talmud describes him physically. This is not a flattering description, it’s barely humanizing, it repeatedly refers to him as evil with the only thing resembling a redeeming characteristic being that he charged at the front of his advancing army as a form of showing respect to God by confronting him personally at that one particular time. The thing about ‘forgivenss’ is particularly galling, as it is specifically pointed out that he explicitly refused to repent, and he is outright stated to be an evil fool. Compare and contrast with Christian scripture. (EDIT: Also, you claim to be Jewish yet are entirely unfamiliar the lyrics to Dayenu. Curious.)

This is another thing you need to be meaningfully Jewish: you need to actually engage with Jewish tradition and texts (and to do that, you need to—once again, say it with me—speak Hebrew). Once again, that brand of ‘American Jews’ are not doing that, but rather watering down the real deal to something palatable to their own sensibilities, regardless of whatever actual traditions they might have to trample along the way.

And the worst part of it? Now Israeli teens who socialize primarily online and speak English instead, a language they are not native speakers of, are getting in on this bullshit and become indistinguishable from their ilk at a glance. Hell, a few years I even saw one claiming the Jewish Bible was originally in Yiddish on Reddit.

So quit your LARPing, quit your harping, and kindly fuck off.

[eyesxxyou]

Never smoked weed (or anything at all) in my life. And Oh my God, Hobie would be SUCH a good teacher. So fucking gay with it too

Wrapping his big fingers around your jaw, thumbing at the soft skin of your bottom lip urging you to open your mouth. Blowing smoke into your mouth to get you used to it, before gently placing the blunt in your mouth

I'd let him shotgun me and make me as high as he wants.

-🐘

I WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THIS BUT NEVER POSTED IT!

Here it is!

The flat smelled like weed. Your roommate, Hobie, was smoking. You didn't like it. He was otherwise a great roommate. Cleaned up after himself, remained considerate of the time and didn't listen to his music on full blast when you were trying to sleep, and kept his visitors to a minimum.

You didn't bother to put any clothes on, walking around your room in a pair of panties and a small tee. With a groan, you rolled out of bed and left your room to open up a window. It needed to air out or the smoke would stain everything in its vicinity. It’s not that you hated the smell either. It was just so pungent.

Walking out into the living room where Hobie was rolling his own joint with another sitting neatly between his full lips. His nimble fingers handled the thing delicately, rolling it up and using his tongue to seal it. Before tucking it behind his pierced ear. “Look a’ tha’. Ya come ‘ere to put on a show f’me then?”

You ignore him for your own sake, ignore the heat permeating your face as you suddenly realize how much you’re revealing in front of him, and go around cracking windows. You don't say anything to reprimand him, far too timid to do so. All you want is to go back to your room and hide away from his prying eyes.

“Wai’, dove. C’mere fo a bit.” Hobie motioned you over with two flicking fingers and you halted, watching as he took a long drag of his joint and let smoke tumble from between his lips and float up to disappear within the air. It mingled with the air so delicately, you wanted to mingle with him the very same way.

You fiddle with your fingers and hesitantly make your way over to him just in your panties and a tiny tee shirt. You aren't even eating a bra. How embarrassing. Can he see your nipples? The mound of your love?

You stand before him and Hobie motions you closer before patting his thigh. “Come on, luv. Ya won't break me. Sit.” His voice held a gentle persuasion. It didn't demand, didn't threaten, it was all but a suggestion. A silent, ‘if you want to’ implied by his tone.

And you wanted to. Oh how his lap looked so inviting, spread and open like a seat waiting for you. Was every one of his manspreads simply an invitation for you to sit in his lap?

You shuffled closer and stiffly, awkwardly, sat in his lap. Hobie wrapped a hand around your back and held you close. His fingers stroked the small of your back just above your ass, his thumb against your spine. “Relax.” He muttered. “Ya shakin’ like a scared puppy.” Hobie let out a smokey chuckle and looked at you with low eyes and a pretty smile.

You watch him smoke while his fingers tangle themselves into the band of your panties at your hip. You don't stop him, never even thought of it. His skin was hot, fingers calloused as they rub into the bare flesh of your hip.

You eye the joint between his fingers. You were never a fan of the smell but you were always curious what it was like. You had never smoked in your youth for reasons unknown. Your parents weren't overly strict, your friends occasionally did it but you never partook in it. Maybe you were waiting for the right time and this felt better than any.

Hobie’s fingers stroked your hip lazily, coy laughter escaping his lips. “Ya wanna try, lovie?” He offered the joint to you, the place where his lips once sat now in front of your own lips. You look at him unsure. “Go ahead.” He nods his head at you with an encouraging spark in his eye. His grip tightened on you and you felt safe enough to try it.

You shake your head, looking away. “I never–” you rub your neck sheepishly. How cute, he thought and turned the joint back to him. “Takin’ ya virginity then?” He chuckled in a baritone that had you swooning even further for him. “We’ll go slow then, yeah? Ion like t’be rough.”

He took a long, slow drag of his joint, the end glowing with embers that turned to ash. You watched, fascinated, your lips parted and eyes wide. Hobie took the joint from his hip and held it between his fingers as he went and grabbed the back of your head to pull you in. He eased his lips on yours, a full lock, and let the smoke billowing from his mouth and into yours.

It was easy to take it that way, his sweet lips on yours, kissing you between hits so you can taste the smoke. His hand holds your jaw with each smokey kiss, each one leaving you a little dizzier and you aren't sure if it’s from the weed or him making you so high.

You two go on like this for a while before you decide you’re ready to take a real hit from the joint that was almost out. Hobie’s more than happy to share, handing it off to you as you hold it with pinched fingers.

You placed your lips on the end of the joint and took a sharp inhale. Immediately, your throat and lungs filled with smoke and ash and you let out a smokey cough, nose scrunching as you shook your head.

Hobie stroked your back just above your low-hanging panties. “Try again. Slowa this time.”

And you did try again. You took a slow drag and felt the smoke fill your mouth before you released it past your lips. It almost tickled. You shuddered softly and looked at Hobie as you giggled.

“Good job, luv. Good boy.” Hobie hummed softly and watched you take another hit with a little more confidence. You lean into him and kiss him again, harder than before, with more want and vigor.

Hobie chuckled, smiling into your kiss as he slipped his hand past the band of your panties, his long fingers dipping between your lips to find your sweet little spot.

“Go ‘head. Take anotha hit.”

[wraithdance]

The TF 141 Compatibility Love Report

For: @sentientcave

Disclaimer:

This is based on my personal opinion and interpretation of you and the character. 

the user makes no claims to be a real doctor or any medical professional. The (not) Doctor has but a penny and some lint to her name so please don’t sue if you hate the results! (seriously these student loans are already taking their pound of flesh, in the words of Whitney Houston (RIP Queen) I have NOTHINGGG!)

The Doc says your TF 141 Perfect Match is…

Captain John Price!

Romance: Do you possibly have a thing for authority? Maybe you like the idea of having a partner who is consistently solid in the face of adversity?  If so then I think Price is for you! John is a solid force. Often his more forward nature is overshadowed by Ghost, but Price is just as focused and relentless. As a partner to you I think Price would help guide and affirm you in a way that is calculating and keeps in mind your need for agency. Despite his more gruff qualities I think he has the capability of being kind and affectionate to his partners. Holding you close by a fireplace, kisses on the cheek that itch because of his beard, drives in the countryside with his hand on you at all times. Price’s relationship with you would be like Whiskey and Sunday mornings.

Don’t cuss me out, but I think maybe you’d like a bit of dominance and possessiveness kink? If I’m not wrong, Price would work for you well. He is someone with infinite control of his emotions but he makes what he wants and how he wants it well known. That would apply for you as well. I think you have an invested interest in morality or at least in being understanding. I can’t see you enjoying being with someone who is completely in it for themselves, so Price and his morally gray views are the perfect medium. He’d also be the type to go down swinging about you and God forbid if he can’t get down and dirty in a fight he’d use every trick in the book to psychologically handle business.

Which leads me to the freak shit!

Sex: Idk my radar is pinging off a possible size/dominance kink friend. Price is someone who would take control of your senses in every way. The layered notes of the cigars he smokes on his skin, using his broadness to overwhelm you, gruffly whispering what he’s gonna do and how. Yeah… he’s great if you want some nasty freak shit that toes the line to being a no holds bar wrestling match. Despite the fandom calling him old I think his pride and self control will keep him in the sack. Good luck Charlie (hahaha) because he’s not someone who’ll be okay with giving you the bare minimum. 

Possible points of Contention:

Self righteous

Obstinate bastard

Morally gray may turn a lil more in the black when threatened

Beard burn and your couch will always smell of smoke 

Your Poly Pairing (haha) is….

PriceSoap!

This is all intuitive and the dark spirits tell me this is the pairing that would work best for you. I think the two would always keep you on your toes in the best and sometimes worst ways lmao. Every day would be different with them and who doesn't like a owner (Price) who has perfect control of their dog (Soap). Soap can remind you to smell the roses and roll with the punches and Price will be the solid force behind you, ready to lend an ear or take over if you need him to!

[scentednuttragedy]

Bad Date, Gone Good

Leon S. Kennedy X Reader

TW: Violence

God knows how long you've been standing there waiting for your date to come.. 15 min? No, it has been whole 47 min. You've been talking to him for a month now after matching with him on tinder... if it wasn't for how sweet he is, you would have left already. You looked at your phone screen once again.

"Y/N!" You heard a manly voice call your name as you turned around, there he was... Gosh was he so handsome. Maybe the wait was worth it all. Before you could say anything he engulfed you in a hug. You could smell his cologne and boy was it driving you crazy. Maybe it's just you never being in a relationship or feeling a touch of a man... anyways you pushed those thoughts besides and greeted him back.

"Hi.... Leon" you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Sorry for the wait, Y/N... but I must say you look stunning tonight" Of course, he was just how he I through texts... and you couldn't help but blush. You bit your lip and smiled at him.

"Why thank you, Leon. I must say you look just as handsome as your pics..." You said to him but you knew he looked way more handsome in real life. He smirked at your compliment and turned around, pulling up his elbow for you to hold him. 'Too bold for me...' you thought but regardless, went along with him.

"What made you so late?" You asked him while you both were walking to the restaurant. The question seemed to have caught him off gaurd but he regained his posture immediately, not letting you doubt even a single thing.

"Just got caught up in.... some work. My apologies" He said sincerely. You nodded accepting this as your answer but you were curious.. he had never mentioned about his work during all those conversations. Only changing the topic. You wanted to ask him again today what he did as work.

Leon was a gentleman, opening the door for you, pulling out the chair for you to seat, or maybe it was all bare minimum. One thing was for sure... there was something about him that made you curious. Whether it was his mysterious personality or that he barely talked about himself. People would have taken this as red flag but you being you ws attracted to all of this.

"What would you like-"

Boom

You jumped on your seat as you saw the glass shatter behind Leon. It took you a minute to understand what was going on but there were people with weapons walking in.... and from what it looked like. They were heading your way.

Leon immediately grabbed your wrist and dragged you to to crouch under table. Making sure they couldn't see you. You were still in shock but obeyed whatever he was doing. He put his finger over his lips and gestured you to be quiet, to which you nodded. You gulped out of fear, as your vision and hands were shaking from panick and fear.

"Do as I say okay my love?" He cupped your cheek as you nodded looking into his eyes.... he didn't seem scared or panicking. He once again held your wrist and you both walked over to behind the counter while still crouching.

You could see the criminals grabbing the collar of the restaurant owner and threatening him to tell him about someone's whereabouts... you wondered who. You turned your head around to focus on leon again. After you both reached the kitchen, you both stood up and you decided it was the right time to ask him.

"What the actual fuck just happened?!" You whisper shouted at him.

"I don't know..." He said but you wondered if he was telling you the truth, but right now you decided to believe him. You both heard the loud and heavy footsteps walking towards you, so you did what you had to do and ran out of the back door along with leon.

You both ran and ran till you reached far enough to lose sight of them. You put hand over your chest as you were breathing heavily to check if your heart was about to jump out of your chest or not..

"Follow me" Leon ordered as you walked behind him. He seemed serious so you just shut your mouth and followed behind him but the side eye you were giving him was enough to tell that you had several doubts about him. He stopped in front of his car and opened the passenger seat, gesturing you to get in.

"You're still a stranger..." You said. No, you whispered under your breathe which he heard.

"Trust me Y/N I would never harm you" you gulped and nodded... were you getting kidnapped? Boy telling about this to cops would be embarassing. You got in the car on your own? Yeah the cops would laugh at you before helping you. He got in the drivers seat and took a sharp turn to get out of the parking.

"Hold tight, its gonna be a bumpy ride" He smirked and winked at you.

The fuck? You just looked at him mouth gaped, how can he joke around at a time like this... but it did make you feel a little better, a little safer. As soon as he started driving, oh boy you had to hold onto something cause the speed he was going at was making you pray that you don't die today.

Suddenly the glass behind shattered as you turned around immediately to see what was going on. It was them. The guys from the restaurant.

"Leon they're attacking us!!!" You said in a calm tone as you gulped out of fear. It made leon take a double look at you. Keeping cool in this situation? Yeah he did the right thing swiping right on you that day.

"Alright Y/N, do you trust me?" He asked as he kept checking the mirrors and driving the car from side to side.

"I don't know..."

"That's alright, take steering wheel. I'll get rid of them" Leon said as he got up and started moving to back seat. You panicked cause he didn't give you a single second to process this but you held onto the sterring wheel trying to balance the car and somehow you managed to get on the drivers seat.

You couldn't see what Leon was doing as you were too focused on driving and trying not to hit a pedestrian. You heard his shuffle and some metals clinking. You ignored that cause it was too much for you. You were afraid to tell him that you're a terrible driver and you don't know how you got your driving license but you focused on this one task. You were NOT looking forward to die that day.

"RIGHT!" Leon shouted from behind as you took a sharp turn but you ended up on one way road... you going the opposite direction..

"Good now keep driving it'll be over soon" Leon assured you but you were too deep in your thoughts to understand what he was saying. It was a lucky day maybe, there was not much traffic on this road making it easy for you to pass through it. In the background there were several gunshots going off, which made you even more scared.

"When I tell you to take a left take it alright?" Leon told you as you nodded and kept driving.

"LEFT" He shouted as you took a sharp left and saw the car behind you hit a pole and a big fire explosion happening but you didnt see any9ne dying. Maybe they had fleed the car before it hit the pole. Giving you a little relief that you didnt kill anyone. Leon sighed as he got in the passenger seat.

After driving for a bit, you stopped near a park. As soon as you stopped the car, tears started falling down your cheeks.

"What the fuck was that... I'm so glad I'm alive" you shouted at him.

"I don't know myself" Leon lied. You knew he was lying. You could tell through his lies.

"Lies" you glared at him as you tried to punch his chest but he grabbed your fist before it could hit him. You looked down at your fist and then up at him again. You started crying even more.

Suddenly you felt him wrap his arms around you, as he rubbed your back and then ran his fingers through your hair... his cologne was still there surprisingly.

"Y/N, you did a great job, my love. Because of you we both were able to survive today" you sniffed as you decided to hug him back tightly. After all... you both had gotten so lose since you met. It was hard to adjust to what had happened.

Leon pulled back and grabbed your face... wet with your tears. He looked at you in adoration. You knew it was genuine.

"I can't tell you who I am Y/N but I like you alot, I want this to work between us. I understand if you want to leave after this" You felt heartbroken... you did something you would have never believed you'd do. You kissed him.

Leon was surprised at first but decided to kiss you back, he was very gentle with you as he held you close to him.

"I don't know what you do Leon but... I want to be with you. I want to find out more secrets about you. I'm not leaving just like that" you pulled back and said softly.

Leon grinned and hugged you tightly once again. You don't know what the hell happened today but you knew one thing. You liked what happened. The thrill, the fear of being with him. It made you even more curious. Like they say, curiosity killed the cat, in this case curiosity made you wanna get to know him more.

"Wanna get patched up and grab something to eat?" He said softly and you nodded immediately, your stomach making it clear how hungry you were. You both had a hearty laugh about that.

I'm still alive yall 💪

[haileyywrites]

Summary: After most nurses and doctors were either scared away or refused to treat the would-be-god you volunteered to do it, much to everyone's bewilderment. Though he was crude and difficult to deal with you never gave up on him. He couldn't understand why this was...

Partings: Scaramouche/Balladeer/Wanderer x gn!reader

Notes/Warnings: Completely gender neutral reader! Poc friendly! Reader is a nurse! Reader is "threatened" by him, but it's light-hearted! Scara/Wanderer is a bit possessive! Sweet fluff!

After the defeat of the Balladeer he was in dire need of medical attention and the benevolent god she was Lord Kusanali ordered the Akademia's doctors to treat him. Many outright refused after all he had done to them and their Archon, clearly forgetting it was the Grand Sage who locked her away in the first place... Those who didn't outright refuse stopped after bare minimum was done to treat him and refused to continue treating him any further. You weren't a doctor, but you could continue to take care of his injuries as a nurse - you actually volunteered to do so, someone had to take care of him so why not you?

You didn't understand what all the fuss was about as he had been asleep since his defeat and it never caused any problems for you when you took care of him - if anything it was easier, yet your coworkers feared and despised him as if he was some kind of monster. For someone so feared and powerful his sleeping face sure was like an angels... You didn't know what came over you as you slowly reached closer to his face and his silky indigo locks. You were stopped moments before you could make contact with his porcelain face as he grabbed your wrist tightly, a gasp of horror and surprise left your mouth.

“Where am I?” He demanded instantly, his violet eyes glaring at you with burning fury.

“At the medical station!” You managed to answer.

You winced painfully as his hold on your arm didn't relent, if anything he held on even tighter! You could hear your heart beating erratically in your ears as panic began settling in from his painful hold on your arm - luckily the door was opened and Lesser Lord Kusanali walked in. The Balladeer let go and pushed you away to the side where you remained frozen as the two began conversing with one another. You couldn't listen in on their conversation as you were too busy trying to calm yourself down...

You too were reluctant to continue treating him in fear he would get more physical with you in the future, but as you looked at him while he was conversing with the Dendro Archon you could see the broken and defeated person he truly was. He had simply been scared and confused of where he was and likely though you were a threat to him as he had just woken up. He felt vulnerable after his defeat and woke up to a stranger reaching for his face - of course he would react the way he did.

To everyone else's surprise - including his, you agreed to continue treating him until he recovered. He wasn't quite happy with having someone taking care of him and though you didn't relish upon taking care of the person who tried to overthrow your god it was still your duty and a task given by the Archon herself. You didn't blame others for not accepting the task, but still frowned upon them for forgetting their sworn oath of treating any patient. The patient himself didn't make things any easier by acting difficult and annoyed at everything possible, but you didn't let it hinder your work.

At first it felt like constantly walking on eggshells around him before you decided to just ignore him and not entertain his antics or attitude. This made him even more annoyed, but eventually he gave up and allowed you to do your job with minimal complaints, though his attitude was back the moment someone other than you tried treating him or even entered his room... You weren't sure exactly why this was, perhaps you had gained some form of trust after treating him for some time or respect for not cowering like the others and not allowing him to bully you. Perhaps it was both. The only exception was Kusanali as he seemed to at least respect her in some capacity after she defeated him with the help of the traveler.

Your interaction was minimal to non-existent at the beginning, neither of you wanted to engage with one another and both of you were fine with it. You were just doing your job like you were told to, he just needed to let you do it and you would be out soon enough. But as time slowly went by both of you became more talkative and you would stay around longer. He mostly liked just criticized everyone and everything around him - but very rarely did he mention you during his rants about how everyone and everything around him sucked. You started noticing how he and his awful personality had started to slowly grown on you, like fungus!

“Good morning!” You said cheerfully.

“What's so good about it? And it's hardly morning anymore.” He grumbled.

“It's only ten o'clock, it's still morning for most people. You also don't have to take everything so literally! If you want to be grumpy then be grumpy, but you don't need to sour everyone else's moond.” You smiled at his light glare.

“I'm not grumpy. If only you knew what would be done to you if I wasn't still bedridden.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah. Now let me change your bandages and then get ready to take your medicine.” You gave him a look telling him to not fight against you again.

“Tsk. I know, don't treat me like a child.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Then don't act like one.” You kept smiling at the light-hearted threats and daily banter.

You carefully take off and change his bandages to fresh ones, you were glad to see he seemed to be healing very well. Perhaps it was because he wasn't human... Of course you were informed of it by Lord Kusanali, it was vital information for you to treat him correctly as your patient. Honestly you weren't entirely sure of what you were doing since you've never treated a non-human patient, but thus far he seemed to be doing just fine. Even his complaints had become increasingly rare the longer you treated him and spent time with him.

Still, even after all this time his eyes were on you like a hawk as he watched your every move carefully while you treated him. Every touch of yours gave him goosebumps and made him lightly shiver despite how many times you had done it, he likely hadn't had close contact like this in a long time. It made you feel sad for him that the only person to give him positive contact was his nurse... You didn't know about his past or even really know him, you were just a nurse after all. But you could tell there was huge trust issues caused by something in his past that still effected him to this day.

You quickly fetched him his medicine, which he took without complaint for once. “Alright, that's it for today! Food such arrive in an hour so just rest or occupy yourself until then.”

“You're leaving early?” He suddenly asked.

“Um... Yes, I have some plans for today. Is something wrong?” You asked concerned.

“No. You just aren't usually in a hurry.” He mumbled.

“Oh, I see. Well, have a good rest of your day then, I'll see you tomorrow!” You waved him goodbye - which he did not return as per usual.

Somehow you got the feeling he was upset despite denying it... His face was the same grumpy expression as before, but something just told you he wasn't just being grumpy. Perhaps it was because of time you had spent together had made him grow attached to your presence and conversations, since others rarely wished to speak to him and he even less with them. Still, you couldn't rule out that he was speaking the truth and was simply surprised to see you leave early.

Absentmindedly you turned back to look up at his window and were surprised to see him looking back down at you - both of you freezed and continued to stare at each other in surprise for some time. You managed to finally snap out of it and once again waved him goodbye with a small smile, he broke off from his trance and just looked away with an annoyed expression. You turned back around as you continued on your way, still perplexed by his unusual behavior.

When you returned the next day he was again by the window watching as you came in, had he been waiting for you? This behavior was completely unusual for him and you had no idea how long he had been standing there since he tended to not rest long, because he didn't require sleep. You felt a bit bad for leaving early yesterday when he kept acting like this, as if he was lonely... For most it would be hard to imagine someone like him to feel lonely, but to you it seemed like loneliness was something he was all too accustomed to.

“So, where did you go yesterday?” He asked as you entered his room.

You turned around to look at him with a confused expression, “Um.. I went out with some friends.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“What's with these questions lately?”

He looked away from your gaze with tinted cheeks, “Nothing. Just wondering...”

“Okay, well yes I did. We went to my favorite restaurant that I haven't visited in some time.” You smiled fondly at the memory.

“...”

“Good news! It looks like you're fully healed, but I'll have another doctor take a look just in case.” You smiled brightly.

“Is that really necessary?” He sighed.

“It is!” You didn't stop to listen to his protests or complaints as you quickly rushed out to fetched another doctor for a second opinion.

The entire time he was examined by the other doctor he had an angry scowl on his face, but did as the doctor instructed while looking at you with an annoyed expression. You were used to it by now and just smiled back at him to annoy him even more. The doctor confirmed what you had said, he was completely healed and no longer in need of bedrest. The other doctor quickly got up to fetch Lesser Lord Kusanali for instructions or orders on what to do with him next now that your job was done.

“Happy to finally get rid of me?” He asked nonchalantly, but genuinely sounded at least slightly hurt by the idea.

“Happy that you're healthy! As for getting rid of you...” You were interrupted by the door opening.

Lesser Lord Kusanali walked through with the blonde traveler and their companion not far behind. You bowed your head slightly in respect and stepped back to allow them closer to your patient. The traveler and the Balladeer didn't look happy to see each other in the slightest, they threw petty insults at each other and you could finally see the progress you had made with him. Though he complained and "threatened" you it wasn't like this at all... Those two were not kidding, but wouldn't act on their threat's with Nahida scolding them. With you it was always clearly light-hearted and you weren't ever in danger despite his personality.

“After what you've done I've decided I'll have to have someone watch you before I can trust you not to cause anymore harm to Sumeru and it's citizens.” The Archon proclaimed.

“Hah! You'll give me a babysitter?” He laughed dryly.

“Yes. It will hopefully be only temporary, but that depends entirely on you.” She nodded.

“I hope you didn't invite us here for that!” The flying pixie shrieked.

“Well... I was going to suggest it, but it seems it would be better we find someone with less of an antagonist history.” She pondered.

You didn't know what came over you and before you could think or stop yourself the words flew out of your mouth, “Lord Kusanali! If I may, then I would volunteer to look after him.”

“What?!” He and the traveler shouted in unison.

“Hmm. Are you sure?” Nahida carefully asked.

“Yes. I think I may be one of the only people in Teyvat who can stand him.” You smiled.

“Excuse me?” He glared at you.

“Then I'll trust you to keep looking after him.” The Archon smiled at you with an approving look.

“Paimon's still worried...” Paimon said.

“It's okay! I've been his caregiver thus far so looking after him should be no problem.” You reassured her and the worried looking traveler.

“Do I get no say in this?” He scowled.

“Do you have an objection?” Nahida asked.

There was a brief silence as the Balladeer turned to look at your slightly hurt expression before he sighed loudly, “No.”

“Then it's settled!” The young Archon announced.

Mostly everyone was satisfied with the outcome, though some had their worries about it. It wasn't a problem like you had assured them as your dynamic didn't change much, you would spend more time together as he lived with you. Still, much to the dismay of Wanderer the traveler would occasionally visit you to see how you were doing, while it was incredibly sweet it was entirely unnecessary as you always told him. The person they knew had changed much after his defeat - including changing his name to fully start over.

He also never gave you a reason to actually "watch him" like you had said you would, most days he would simply follow you around as you ran errands ect. Sometimes you would follow him around if he had something to do like meet Nahida, which he did quite frequently - you of course gave them space unless you were asked to stay. You were both quite content with this dynamic despite his previous protests.

Even after Nahida told you she no longer required you to watch after Wanderer you didn't stop hanging out, you had grown too close by then. After being abandoned by those he trusted countless times he wasn't just about to let you do the same after all you had done to make him care for you. Thankfully you weren't about to leave him be either, he didn't even move out of your home after being released of the watch he was under.

Feel free to like and or reblog if you'd like <3

[dianxiacantastemolecules]

<<Wrote a little something for my best friend @toomuchheart-cas who was having a hard time with 911 8×6. It's my first piece of any fan writing, so be kind 😭😭. >>

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"Tommy broke up with me"

At the bottom of the last sip of the beer that Buck took like five minutes to finish, he finally starts to speak. 

Eddie's internal monologue was halfway between surprised and confused, sparing a minute to decide how to react in words. 

"By the look on your face, this one seems more permanent" He said, remembering the last time Buck told him that Tommy ditched him. He somehow can't remember much of the details of this relationship past that night. 

"Yeah, yeah. It probably is." 

Buck's never looked so despondent after a failed relationship before. It nearly feels like physical pain.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay."

Eddie sipped his remaining beer, realising it's been a long time he had this one. It's a brand Buck loves and he used to stock it up on his grocery runs every once in a while. His fridge only has bare minimums now, with a six month old ice cream in the freezer he can't throw away. The hot priest really clocked him alright.

Buck hands him another bottle, putting him out of  his trans. 

"You wanna play video games?" The question brings back a memory threatening to tear him up, but he can take it if it means sailing buck through a bad day. When he looks at Buck though, he seems to be reminiscing the same thing. 

"Yeah, sure. Please."

It's half past twelve when Buck starts to yawn, and Eddie takes the remote controls away despite his reluctance, whining like a child followed by some A+ puppy dog eyes. He's not sure if he picked it up from Chris, or vice versa. 

"You know that doesn't work for Chris, and it's not gonna work for you either. You need to sleep, Buck. Your eyes are swollen enough as it is."

"Okayyy, fiiiine. I'll leave in a minute."

Eddie doesn't want him to go. He realises in the minute when Buck gets up to leave towards the door that he's missed Buck. With his head a little lighter of the guilt of hurting his child, he's able to see the retreating figure of buck more clearly. God, it has been six months and he can't remember the last he spent so much time with Buck. He was so consumed with the Christopher shaped hole in his heart, he could barely notice anything else. 

"Buck, wait, you can stay over tonight. You're drunk, and it's late, and, well I would prefer not having to rush to your rescue at 2 in the night." He knows he's rambling, knows that Buck isn't really drunk enough given he could manage to play a game. 

But Buck does not make any comments. Maybe he needs this as well. 

He walks back to the bedroom to collect the 'buck' pillows from the closet (Christopher named them, specifically demanded to buy those after the shooting as he told Eddie how uncomfortably Buck used to sleep on the couch in those days.) 

Eddie stops him in the way, takes the pillows from his hands and keeps them back on his bed. He's almost on auto pilot doing this, with no idea what to say. 

"Eddie, it's fine. I can sleep on the couch. It's basically my fortress of solitude. Pretty sure it has a curve shaped by my butt."

"Not for six months, it has not."

Eddie does not know where that came from. Suddenly, the air is too thick, almost hard to breathe in. Buck looks back at him with a pain in his eyes that almost remind him of the Tsunami. 

"I'm sorry. This is not the time. We will talk about it later. After the breakup has left your system." 

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I-"

"I know. We will talk. Later. You can sleep in my bed today, before Christopher wakes up with his spidey senses in Texas asking me why I made his buck sleep on the shitty couch"

Buck smiles despite himself. 

Eddie goes to refresh, changing into pajamas at last. Buck will use the gold material that is Eddie in undies later to its full potential. He gives Buck his own pair of nightwear, which he realises he left there long back. They both get into bed at last. Buck notices two photos on the bedstand.

One with Shannon Eddie and Christopher at the beach. 

One with him, Eddie and Chris in front of a Christmas tree. 

............................

It's 3 AM at night, and Buck isn't asleep. His brain is at a high drive, piling up with every small shit it can think of. And on the top of the pile is a newfounded guilt of abandoning Eddie and Christopher. And what for? 

Eddie isn't asleep either. Truth be told, he barely sleeps these days, but it's not the usual -missinghisbeautifulchild- hours yet. Tonight he's plagued by different thoughts, trying to decide if he should acknowledge the almost evident radiative thinking of Buck just besides him. And then he hears a few muffled cries. 

That gets him into motion. 

He taps on bucks shoulder, the same shoulder he's held so many times over all the years they've known each other. 

"Buck, hey," He tries to turn him to face towards himself.

"Ahh, sorry did I wake you up? I'm fine, I'm fine. Just not able to sleep." Buck says without turning.

"You don't have to pretend with me, Buck." There's an echo from three years back in Eddie's voice, one that seems to reach through to Buck. He's shaking a little now with his sobs, but still would not turn back. 

Eddie decides to take matters into his own hands. He used to be a problem solver long back, almost another lifetime. There's not a lot of things he can fix anymore. But he knows how much it matters to be there for the people you love. The tiny patch of odd colour on his bedroom wall would tell you more. 

He crosses the distance, and holds Buck from behind. His chin is a solid weight on Buck's shoulder. There's an almost tortuous moment of silence filled with only breathing sounds. 

"You can cry. It's okay. I know everything else is not. But it will be. And even if it isn't okay right now, I am here. I will always be here. We are your home Buck, we will always be." 

Eddie's voice is humming slowly through Buck's skin. He turns over and suddenly Eddie is being engulfed in six feet of the giant called Buck, who starts to weep in his arms. 

Eddie strokes his hair slowly, murmuring sweet nothings. There are tear tracks drying on his own face he fails to notice. He's so pissed at Tommy. He doesn't even care what happened. He will take care of that tomorrow. But right now, he needs to comfort Buck.

With his heartbroken best friend in his arms, Eddie has a peaceful sleep for the first time in months, or even years. He can't really tell. 

..............................

Buck wakes up with his feet tangled between Eddie's, Eddie's arm on his waist and their faces far too close than he can remember. He's vaguely aware that he should be panicking, should be embarrassed about something. But he's not. Buck stares at his best friend's face, notices it closely after a long time. He's disoriented from the lack of the moustache but starts to notice the dark circles, the almost evident lack of care and so, so much fatigue on his face. But still beautiful. Still Eddie. A word that should surprise Buck, but it doesn't. 

He feels well rested, he feels at home. He's known this has been his home for a long time now. But something feels different.

He does not feel empty like he was almost twelve hours ago. He's aware that he hadn't fallen in love with Tommy yet, but it was hurting so bad just now. It doesn't hurt anymore. All the abandonment issues that came crashing down on him suddenly take a back seat. He looks at this man, who's carved out a chunk of his space, his life, his home just for Buck. He dare say his heart too, in the form of a will four years back. Buck doesn't think too hard on the why of it, couldn't even begin to wrap his head around that. He's never been brave enough. 

But today, with the warmth of Eddie all over him, Buck knows why it does not hurt. Someone settled into this space in his life, his heart as well, long before Tommy came. Someone has been loving him long before he even realised he could be loved. 

Eddie's had his back for seven years. Buck realises now, he also holds his heart. 

[aaaaafro]

You're not wearing that to sleep too - LE SSERAFIM - Yunjin x M! Reader (+18)

Pt 1 here

tw: wall-seggs, creamy-pie, mommy-kink obvsly

"You have got to be kidding me!"

You're supposed to have learned from your mistakes but yet here you are, your girlfriend fuming from your stupid retort as she finally enters your room right after finishing her schedules.

Perhaps you could've cut her some slack about proper slumber attire, given that she'd just finished a night full of exhausting activities.

"We've already been over this, haven't we baby?" Pouty Yunjin replies as she's finally right in front of you.

"B-but I'm just saying–... You might get c-cold from your sweat-." A finger on your lips halts your pathetic excuses.

"You're really gonna try your luck with me again, baby boy?" Yunjin really knows how to tick your buttons right after your first.

You've noticed this way back, like a week after your first intercourse and you've been wary about it. She'd always play the teasing game. When you bring her food during practice, the two of you would sit right in front of each other while her members are right beside you.

And before you know it, her foot starts playing 'find the flaccid member' under the table. Obviously if it was just the two of you, you'd gladly spread your legs for her convenience but since her members are literally shoulder to shoulder with the two of you, you'd get defensive and try to swat it away with a knee. She'd stop after a minimum of three attempts.

But it doesn't stop there. There's even that time where they're practicing vocals and you'd be in the control room supervising. In the midst of singing she'd nonchalantly call you 'baby boy' with a wink, the other members and the mixer's reaction as given would be that they'd just smile at you awkwardly.

This is almost your daily life, having to be their manager, her other members are all normal with you. It's just Yunjin, but obviously you two wouldn't have a normal professional relationship.

"You know what, you're right, I shouldn't wear this." Baffled at how she didn't really put up a fight this time, but then again maybe you're dismissing the fact that she might be too exhausted.

"Y-yeah, now go get c-change–... uh..." Halted in your proper state of mind as Yunjin starts undressing right in front of you.

"J-jen..." She just raised a brow at your call, how can you blame her when all you could do is stare at her since your brain couldn't produce anything, as she continues to discard parts of her outfit.

With the last earring being tossed off to god knows where, she sways side to side to check for anything or for you to check on her. You couldn't really take it all in, though you're disappointed that Yunjin actually left her underwear on, expecting her to go all bare skin on you.

"Shall we?" You hear Yunjin's voice behind you.

Only then you realize that Yunjin actually manages to leave your vision yet leave the image of her godlike figure right in front of you. Disbelief floods your mind but then again it's Yunjin we're talking about.

The two of you entered your bedroom as she just goes straight to bed tucking herself in leaving plenty of room for you on her side. Still trying to process everything you stood there staring at her, a good minute passes and Yunjin has had enough; "Yoohoo! What's wrong?"

"S-sorry but... aren't you gonna put on your pajamas or anything?" You asked as she just scoffs.

"Aren't you the one insisting I wear nothing to bed?" replies Yunjin with such sarcasm.

"Jen."

"Either you join me now or watch me leave with just my underwear on." She threatened.

With no more arguments needed to be made as you threw yourself onto the cushion landing right beside your girlfriend. Yunjin then quickly engulfs you into her embrace, just the way her skin feels over your clothes, made you jealous of her lack of clothing. She then gave a good squeeze in on your clothed member causing you to tense up.

"Easy there big boy! Aren't we supposedly sleeping?" And god she's back in her ways.

"Or do you wanna sleep with nothing on as well?" Her hot breath brushing against your ear causes you to squirm under her touch.

Just as your stimulus was about to hit an all time high, you hear Yunjin's soft chuckles. Turning yourself towards her, Yunjin immediately hides herself under the blanket. It's really evident how she's broken into a laughing fit as the fabric rises and falls comically.

"Ya!" You started pulling off the blanket.

"I-i'm sorry..." Yunjin pleads as she pulls back.

"Tsk!" A click of your tongue alerts Yunjin as she slowly peeks through her blanket shield.

"Babe?" She softly called as you just sat down at the edge of the bed facing away from her.

Realizing the urgency of the situation Yunjin slithers right behind you before capturing you in her arms once more and saying; "Hey~... I'm sorry."

You're fighting a losing battle, as you try your best to act angry at her teasing while Yunjin's lips peck at your nape. Your resolve must remain, despite the feel of her soft lips connecting directly on your skin.

"Babe... come on, please~..." Her pouty tone successfully makes your head turn to take a peek at her face.

"You know, I'm just kidding right? Let's go back to bed, please?" Pathetic as it sounds, you just surrendered and let Yunjin pull you back to laying down.

She even successfully placed the two of you in a spooning position, obviously with Yunjin being the small spoon, her hand guiding yours to her small waist.

"I love you baby." She whispers before letting out a huge sigh.

"I love you more." You answered as you pulled her in more before pressing your face on her messy hair inhaling the intoxicating scent of your girlfriend.

Finally falling into a serene state of relaxation. Your mind was finally able to calm down, after all you've been subjected to countless teasing from your girlfriend. Being stressed out about what people would think about your relationship is currently, you began to dream. Dating back to your first time the two of you succumb to your bodily desires.

The feel of it, the sheer ridiculousness of the reason the two of you decide to go all the way, remembering all of it, your mind suddenly went back to the earlier moments before the two of you went to bed. Now you're questioning yourself, if you weren't so proper about sleeping etiquette, you could've gotten another chance to go all the way.

You're now beating yourself up in your dream trying to wrap yourself around the idea of having another shot at heaven with your girlfriend. The image of Yunjin in her outfit from earlier flashes right in front of you, being the dream that it is you just stood there and admired her.

When all of a sudden the image of Yunjin starts approaching you. Just as she's right in front of you, her heat radiates greatly. Perhaps it's the proximity or just the pure energy coming off of your girlfriend, but nonetheless it was really h-hot.

"Baby." Her soft vocals trickles in your ear as you watch her hand along with those furry armbands brush across your cheeks.

"Did you know how close I was to breaking earlier?" You're motionless, after all you're asleep and this is all a dream. Or is it?

"Feeling you in my hand earlier twitching really made me so turned on baby..." Yunjin whispers before her other hand travels to great distance and landing right on top of your semi-hard member.

"Nngghnngg." Such a waste of struggle to contain your excitement as she starts fondling your now fully erect rod.

With her hands doing wonders on you down under, her lips weren't one to be left unattended. Yunjin starts planting soft kisses around your face, leaving kiss marks on it like her life depended on it. Then you questioned such realistic feeling for a dream and just as she finally connects her lips with yours and probes her tongue in.

Your eyes suddenly jolt open and despite the dim light coming from the night lamp right beside your bed you're able to see Yunjin on top of you with the same situation as your dream but only this time, you're laying down and it's actually happening.

Another thing you questioned is how in the fuck is Yunjin back with her outfit from earlier?! With earrings and all of that. You glance at the clock realizing it's already pass midnight. However, your eyes wonders back to your girlfriend who looking down on you as she readjusted herself. Lowering down her hips on yours as her toned legs trap you.

"W-wha–...” Your words failed to come out as she place a finger on your lips.

"Ssshhh... If you're going to say something..." Yunjin's face comes closer to yours.

"Say 'please mommy'." She continued.

Fuck, this is what you're worried about, with her senses coming back like from your first time, you always knew you've woken something up inside her. From her constant teases to her unsubtle advances. This newly developed kink of your girlfriend is something you're not really a big fan of.

"J-je–." Perhaps the suddenty of the action was too much but the pain that comes after it is greater.

You'll regret ever trying to act normal when Yunjin is already in her zone as you try and massage the pain off of your cheek. You then feel Yunjin starts grinding her lower regions down and even though her shorts are back on you couldn't help but notice a faint feel of wetness right on your clothed member.

"Hhhmmm... you like this naughty boy?" She asks before picking up the pace and adding more weight behind her.

"F-fuck–.” You cursed seeing Yunjin bite her lip trying her best to hold back her moans.

Her hand on your chest to support herself as her gyrating hips becomes more and more feral her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she finally lets put a long airy gasp. Stopping to calm down she rises from your pelvis only for you to see a small dripping coming from her shorts. Did she just squir...

You couldn't even ask it complete since, Yunjin left the bed to lean towards the wall of your room. Still catching her breath she looks back at you with a visible flush on her cheeks before she starts fidgeting her fingers.

"Je-... M-mommy..." You called but Yunjin just ignored you and continued to focus on her fingers.

Standing up from the bed to approach her, as your curiosity peaks as to what's happening to her. On the floor you can see traces of Yunjin's precious liquid. She's obviously pretending to do something but you can clearly see her sneak a few glance at you as you're inching closer and closer.

"Mommy..." Yunjin's attention finally diverts back to you as soon as you're standing right in front of her.

"Baby..." She called with such a soft yet so fucking arousing tone.

Your eyes meet and the first thing you notice is how needy she looks. Her eyebrows furrowed but not in an angry type of way. It instead compliments her watery eyes as she squirms a bit, trying to rub her legs together for the slightest bit of sensation. You finally got her message as she starts biting her lip and reaching down your pants.

You quickly discard the obstruction and your member sprung up before landing on her hand she gives it a few quick rubs before pulling you into her. As you press your body against her you can't help but chuckle at the sight of Yunjin being so needy.

"I need my baby boy to fuck me hard now." Her shaky voice was something you weren't expecting. After all Yunjin has been putting up a strong front.

"Oh mommy, you look so needy right now." You smiled seeing the shock look on her face after the comment you've made.

"A-ha..." She fake a laugh.

"You better watch your mouth little boy before I – fuck-." Her retort was cut short as you press your leg in between her thighs.

You can feel the heat from her core as you press your leg harder against her core and even with the shorts in the way, the arousal she had earlier is still evident.

"You're not wearing that to sleep." You announce with such confidence that crumbles Yunjin's.

"W-wh... why?" Her cute soft whine at the end almost made you wanna just consume all of her but that's for later, you're gonna enjoy yourself for a bit.

You then lean into her a bit drawing your mouth closer to her ear to whisper your answer; "because I'm gonna ruin it for you."

A gasp left Yunjin as her breathing becomes more and more harsher and her hand even more, pumping you like there's no tomorrow, she starts grinding on your leg spreading her lil' liquid gold.

"Baby boy, please fuck mommy now." She whines pressing her head on your chest as her hips do wonders to make you feel how aroused she is.

"Alright mommy." Your hand quickly reached for the slit of her shorts before ripping it open.

And that's when you noticed that Yunjin is actually not wearing anything underneath.

"F-fuck baby." She cries.

You prompted her legs up on your arms using the wall as the base for her back, spreading her up like a butterfly as you didn't even care how hard the situation is... since you're always fucking harder for Yunjin.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Your girlfriend asks as she hooks her arms around your neck for support.

You didn't even try to answer her with words, you just finally lined your member to her entrance. Feeling how wet she is just made your rod twitch. You then feel the anticipation from Yunjin as she watches carefully how slowly you disappear inside of her.

"Mhmmm fuucckk!" Her moans are heavenly as always.

Doing some final readjustments on her leg as you brace your leg firmer against the floor, giving a final smirk to Yunjin who's too focus on suppressing her moans as you moved your mouth next to her ears before giving it a lick and saying; "I love you mommy."

A soft smile from Yunjin was the signal you needed before slamming yourself as hard as you can inside her. Her whole body quivers just as you're starting to imprint yourself inside her and Yunjin to the wall.

You've always known that Yunjin's voice is heavenly when singing but it's fucking night and day when there's no distinct tone or rhythm that she needs to follow. Just pure lust and desire oozing out of her mouth as she takes you in and out of her wet snatch.

Sounds of moist skins slapping echoes as your unrelenting lust reached an all time high. You're even going as far as you can inside of your girlfriend who's currently a moaning mess. You honestly could've gone forever but your leg started to cramp and that made you pause.

"Nnnhhnhnnggg!" Yunjin whines as you halt your movements and reach for your leg trying to massage the stinging pain away.

Unbeknownst to you. Your girlfriend starts bouncy once more. Brushing off the pain you focused yourself on supporting her as she does the job for you.

Though the stinging nerves in your leg are still acting up, seeing how enthusiastic Yunjin is as she does her best to impale herself with your rod. You just couldn't help but get motivated.

You shook yourself convincing yourself that the cramp is all in your mind and Yunjin is all on your member as you place her down before prompting her to face the wall. She gladly does so before spreading her legs giving you a full view of her dripping core and clench behind.

Obviously you'd be dumb not to give it a good spank. That made Yunjin yelp but before she could even put up her mommy act you've already penetrated her causing her words to be mangled into moans.

"Didn't I tell you, you're not wearing that to sleep?" Yunjin looks back before giving you a devilish grin.

If her intention is to motivate you then she's successful. From the behind you pulled her up by the hair to place her face on the wall as your hands travel to her chest. Feeling the openings of her vest thingy your fingers slipped in and without further ado. You pulled them apart earning a gasp from Yunjin.

Your hands quickly find its way towards her exposed orbs as you start pumping in and out of her while kneading her perfect chest. With her vest dangling off of her back. You found your opening and peppered her sweat back with kisses that added the sensation as if all of the things that you're doing isn't enough yet.

"F-fuck baby, I'm so fuck–close!" Her high-pitched plea makes you feel nothing but energetic.

Though you cant lie you're not far from climaxing yourself and you don't want her to feel lonely so you moved your lips closer to her ear.

"Me too mommy." You can clearly see the grin on her face as she starts throwing herself back towards you.

A few more pumps in and Yunjin's core and body starts to twitch, she then threw her head back before letting out a soft whimper as she bites her lips trying her best to hold out. Seeing her struggle to contain her orgasm. Your balls tighten as you bury yourself as deep as you can in Yunjin.

Waves of pleasure and semen floods the two of you as you're legs now crumble. The two of you collapsed down as you supported Yunjin's back but with your head on her neck you couldn't help but take in her post sex scent.

"T-that was..." Yunjin's breathing is certainly not normal as she tries to find something to best describe what just happened.

"That was." You replied but implementing that the experience didn't need any descriptive words.

You two smiled at each other, as your strength finally recovers, you quickly got up and carry Yunjin bridal style. You couldn't help but notice the pooling love liquid from where she was sitting.

Placing Yunjin down the bed as you quickly followed. The two of you faced each other as she flash you that innocent smile. Suddenly she brought her hand up but just as it landed on your cheek you realized something.

She hasn't removed the pom wristbands. Yunjin notices that you're looking at them as she pulls her hand back. A quick flying kiss flew towards you before she turns away. You could only chuckle before bringing her into your embrace and the two of you succumbed to your slumber.