#wait peep the typo in the definition

[pinep-ne]

i'm so normal guys i'm so

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani!! ¿Cómo estás? ¿que tal tu paseo? It looked amazing! 😍

Happy Fucking Birthday to Me

Is it David's birthday already?? OMG!!!!

J'adore cette chanson 😍

THE BEGINNING

People can be too much sometimes.

Totally... I need a lot of recovery time after socializing

“There is nothing to work on,” Alec rolls his eyes. “If you don’t wanna be with someone, you should just walk away. Life is too fucking short for this shit.”

This to me is a perfect representation of how we normally act when faced with other people's problems, like I can always see things so clearly when it doesn't affect me but when it does I never know what to do 😭😭

“Alec Lightwood,” Magnus whispers against the other man’s lips. “Are you seriously turned on by math?”

Is your intelligence that happens to me too 🤭 smart people are hot!!

Oooh!! A gift 🤩 what is it???

Magnus shrieks and runs into the hotel room. “Ragnor! Oh my god! Ragnor! You’re here!”

I had the exact same reaction 🤩🥳🤩🥳

“What did I teach you?” Ragnor asks. “Always exploit the rich white man.”

Noted!

That’s the thing about having a mental illness. Just because you are not having an episode, it doesn’t mean you are not sick.

So true!!

Everything he had overlooked and tolerated with Camille now looked like giant red flags – in front of Alec’s unconditional love.

Fuck Camille 🤬

“I…I didn’t think of that way,” Alec says quietly.

Neither did I 😦

“Definitely better than Camille,” Ragnor notes.

Please! that bar doesn't even exist... Fuck Camille 🤬

Ok this part was all good and happy now I'm scared about the rest!!!

THE MIDDLE

He peeps out of the blanket. Max is indeed ready for pre-school. Magnus sighs.

Hold on... wait a minute!!! My brain just stopped working... PRESCHOOL MAX!!!!!!! 😍😍😍

He is such a petty little thing. Magnus loves him.

Honestly, I would have done the same!!

Max is obsessed with the pool. But he can’t swim. Not yet. They had decided to wait until he is four.

Yet!!! Aww 3 year old Max is too cute!! I want a baby 🥰

Wait... No I don't, those things turn into teenagers after some time 🤮

“I asked. He said small. Like a t-shirt size or something.”

Raphael is the best 🤣

I LOVE ELYAAS!!

Alec is in Buenos Aires 😍

“I want braids!” Max yells. “And bread! I am love braids and breads!”

I am love everything about this 🤩🥰

Magnus does not laugh at that. Alec logs off shortly.

I did, Elyaas is hilarious!! 🤣

“Why are they writing about us?” Alec asks, sounding annoyed.

Because they have amazing taste!!

“Bapa! Look! I swim! I swim!”

Magnus clutches him tightly. “Oh, blue. You little ball of serotonin.”

Oh my god!!! That's it!! That's what's happening!! Is serotonin 🥰 it feels great!!

“Don’t be a hypocrite, Alexander,” Magnus scoffs and looks at Elyaas. “But yes. Please don’t say shit in front of Max.”

“Shit!” Max yells.

🤣🤣🤣

Magnus smiles. “I am love him.”

“I am love him too,” Alec chuckles and hugs a pillow. “Now. Read me a story?”

And I am love everything about this story!!!!

😍🥰😍🥰

THE END

Please literature gods let this part continue the fluff 🙌🏼🙏🏼🙌🏼🙏🏼

OMG...!!! 🥰 love it!! That target was born acquired by you Max, don't worry!!!

He doesn’t even know why he is so fucking nervous. It’s not like a date or anything – because that’s against the rules.

It is a date and you're a ruler braker Maxwell!!

Note to self: This man needs to get laid.

Totally, see if your other parent is available right now 😈

“I’m sorry,” dad says again, gentler this time. “Come on, bud. Dad is sorry. I’ll drive you.”

Oh shit!! 😳

“I can drive Master Max,” Elyaas interrupts.

This man is a Saint 😉

Driving is hard 😔

He is leaning against the jeep and reading a book – wearing his glasses, his blonde hair falling over his face.

I already have the perfect picture for this 🙌🏼

What in the soft shit is this?

These two are the cuteness!! And that’s not a typo

David has one hand on the wheel and the other draped over Max’s seat and he is just craning his neck and looking back and reversing the motherfucking jeep with one hand.

I have experienced this and can confirm IT IS HOT 🔥

“No. I had to take a detour,” Max grumbles. “You were being all hot and handsome.”

Understandable, Comprehensible... not a bit reprehensible... is so defensible 🎶🎶

Look I can no longer form coherent sentences EVERYTHING IS MAVID AND I AM LOVE IT!!!

“I go back to Cambridge next month,” David replies, looking at a piece of art in front of him.

Wait NO!!! Sarah and Tony please come back!!

“I didn’t…I don’t want you to feel like there are things in your life that you can’t have,” Max confesses. “You deserve everything your heart wants, David.”

😔😔

Note to self: ASJDKASHDJKAHSDKJASHDKAS.

It’s like a room out of a fairytale.

Very fitting for David 😍

David smiles and runs a hand through Max’s face. “This is my favorite day of all the days.”

This is my favorite chapter of all the chapters!!

Legend says if you google the English translation of "Quelqu'un m'a dit by Carla Bruni" while listening to that fucking song and reading Mavid scenes, you will bawl your eyes out.

That legend is correct, although I know this song by heart so it's been on loop in my brain since THE BEGINNING 😭😭

Every time you post a new chapter I tell myself "Alexandra be chill" but I can't cause every chapter slaps!!! You're like the Taylor Swift of Fanfics!!!

Thank youuuu!!! ❤❤❤❤

AHH THAT'S THE BEST COMPLIMENT EVER?????

I laughed at these reactions so hard. Today was weird so thank you for giving me sarah and tony.

[slightlymore]

Jeno + Love song + fluff 💚

jeno; fluff

w: like 2 swear words, wrote it on my phone, if you see typos or weird words just look away lmao

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it all came to mind on a rainy afternoon. classes were over and the masses of tired students made their way outside the building. in front of it started to sprout a sea of colorful umbrellas and Jeno chuckled when he realized he had mistakenly taken his little sister's umbrella instead. with a bright yellow hue to colour his skin, one hand grabbing the duck on the handle, he looked around and his eyes darted towards a soft laugh.

"you're very cute like this, jeno," you were a few steps away on his right, one hand in front of your mouth and the other holding your own umbrella that was definitely not yellow.

the boy smiled. "I know you're envious and want my umbrella instead, y/n."

you playfully rolled your eyes. "next time I will not bring mine so we can share yours then."

and before jeno could add anything else, his heart suddenly beating as fast as hearing it in his ears, you meddled into the crowd and disappeared from his eyes.

_____

ah, to share the umbrella with you.

jeno thought about that for days, eyebrows furrowed looking up at the blue sky, hands pressed together as if praying for a few drops.

"what's up with the umbrella today, lee?"

the boy would shrug amused at his friends' mocking. "you never know when it can rain."

and when one day after an agonising wait the rain started to hit the windows jeno sat up so quickly that the professor asked him if he were alright.

rain. raining. it was raining and you probably didn't have an umbrella.

it was time.

jeno's palms were sweaty walking down the corridor, eyes following your back and when your feet stopped on the stairs in front of the building and your eyes looked up, jeno's heart was about to burst.

"hey."

you turned your head towards his voice and smiled seeing the duck umbrella in his hands while he opened it.

"you still have that?"

"it's a good umbrella. you don't have yours?"

you sighed. "I don't."

"we can share mine," he almost spoke on top of you. you blinked at him a few times and jeno worried that he seemed too eager all of a sudden.

"oh, it's fine, it's just a few steps until the bus stop."

"well I'm going there too," he lied.

"you started to take the bus?"

jeno opened his mouth to continue his blabbing. if he had to take the bus into the wrong direction just to walk the distance with you, he would just do it.

"jeno, what the hell are you doing with the umbrella," his friend haechan hit his shoulder when exiting the building behind him.

"it stopped," you looked up at the sky and extended one palm out to feel the non existent rain. "well, see you then, jeno," you added and left again like a breeze of fresh air.

"uh- yeah, see you!" he yelled then whispered a good fuck under his breath afterwards.

"what's wrong with him?" asked haechan to their other friends as jeno suddenly groaned and threw his umbrella on the ground before squealing and retrieving it quickly muttering how he needs that intact.

_____

"can I have my umbrella back?" asked jeno's younger sister, arms crossed on her chest, standing in the door frame.

"why do you need the umbrella? it hasn't been raining these days?" he didn't look away from the computer screen.

haechan snorted and hit the boy's chair with one foot as he lazily played on his phone, comfortably sprawled on jeno's bed, "why do you carry that umbrella then?"

"he's carrying my umbrella around? you're so fucking weird," muttered the girl and jeno gasped.

"who taught you that?" he asked before quickly turning around towards haechan.

the latter screamed and tried to run away as jeno blocked him with his weight.

"it wasn't me I swear!"

_____

attempt number two failed as well and jeno had to give himself a calming peep talk in the mirror after he felt the urge to grab the umbrella that you brought that day and break it in half.

he had never been one for blood but after attempt number three failed as well and he had to look at the way you walked away with some dude under his umbrella, the boy realized that he had a lot of anger inside of him.

"he beat you huh," haechan commented amused, his gaze directed towards the guy's arm around your shoulder.

"I'm going to break your nose," jeno replied calmly.

haechan took a few steps away.

_____

jeno stopped carrying the yellow duck umbrella and just as he could not see the bright colour anymore, the rain looked uglier than ever with its grey and depressing tones.

the front of the university building was almost empty when he took a step under the rain and it hit his cheeks. with a sigh he took off his jacket and placed it on his head trying to walk fast towards his car.

"jeno!" someone called his name and he stopped as if shot. turning around he saw a figure running quickly towards him and before he could say a single word you were standing in front of him under his jacket and so close that he could smell your perfume and feel your breath on his face.

you raised your eyes apologetic and he could see that your face was wet from the rain.

"I don't have an umbrella today. do you mind?" you smiled shyly.

jeno wanted to say that he didn't mind at all but he was choking from having you stare at him like that. he shook his head and you thought it was enough. with cold and hesitant fingers you wrapped his arm and your hands felt so good around his bicep that he forgot where he was or what he had to do. everything around you was blurry and jeno could only see himself in your eyes.

"shall we go?" you smiled again and the boy finally emitted a sound.

"yes," he said but in reality, no. he didn't want to go. he wanted to stay like that with you forever.

but then you took a step and he had to follow you. then you started to run and he started to run as well, giggling like little kids.

and after you got on the bus with a wave of the hand, jeno remained still with the jacket on his head and smiled at your back, staring at your umbrella poking out of the backpack.

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

First chapter of my Hlvrv fanfic I’ve been working on since August 24th! Hlvrv and its Gordons belong to @year2000electronics​(Hope y’all enjoy!)

Admin P wandered around, looking in at various AUs that he passed, freezing as he passed one and backing up and looking in. His eyes shrank in panic as he registered what was happening. They may not have been a Gordon, but he would be DAMNED if he let a kid die to a barnacle. Gordon or not, he’d save them from a Bad Ending. Stepping into the AU, he moved swiftly, rescuing the small child from the barnacle.

“Hm…..? Pop pop…? Wh-What are you wearing…? That’s not your usual lab coat…” Justin peeped, shaking slightly.

“It’s alright, Amya, you go on and take a little nap, I have a surprise for you…!” Admin P smiled.

“Okay…wait, hang on, I thought you guys said you got rid of all the barnacles in the lab….” Justin yawned.

“A few just...Slipped under the radar...Plus, you slipped away from the main sector.” Admin P explained.

“Right...I’m sorry, Pop Pop…” Justin yawned.

“It’s alright, dear...Now, take a nap..” Admin P hummed.

“Okay…” Justin yawned, dozing off.

Admin P sighed in relief, returning to the others.

(later, with everyone else.)

While sneaking in, hoping not to get noticed right away, Admin P jumped as a voice peeped up behind him. “P, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! THE BOSS WAS SO WORRIED HE GOT TEMPTED TO GO LOOKING FOR YOU TO MAKE SURE HE DIDN’T GET YOU!”

“Sorry, I needed some fresh air, so I stopped by an au.” Admin P explained.

“And WITHOUT leaving a NOTE?!” Admin F chimed in. “You CAN’T just do stuff like that, P; that’s not how this works!” Admin F added on.

“What are all of you yelling about now?!” Boss sighed, walking out, finally noticing P was back.

“Well….Where have you been?” Boss asked, extremely calmly compared to the other two.

“Okay, so I stopped by an AU or two to get some fresh air-well, as fresh as the air can GET around Black Mesa-And I noticed that instead of spawning OUTSIDE one of the locations, I spawned INSIDE one of the locations. Confused, I took a look around to see what was different, I didn’t see much different, so I was gonna leave. Then, as I was about to leave, I heard a voice-Now, not a voice in my HEAD, if it were that, I’d have freaked out, no, I mean an actual person-” Admin P said.

“Okay, so….What’s that mean? What’s that gotta do with anything?” Admin F asked.

“Well, I searched around a bit and I found-” Admin P said, holding up a glove. “This.” Admin P said, frowning slightly. “It appears he stuck with a theme; Bad endings.” Admin P said.

“Wait, what’s so bad about THIS one? All of their characters are still alive, right?” Admin F asked.

“Not really...I looked a bit more into the AU while hiding somewhere safe around the area I spawned in and realized that one of their characters HAS died.” Admin P explained. “One of the main guards of the group-maybe one of the worst, but still a main guard because they really cared for this one nonetheless.” Admin P added.

“Oh? Really now?” Admin F asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, really.” Admin P nodded. “Anyways, that dead guard was really close to the Tommy of this AU. And Tommy didn’t seem to take their death very well. And ended up using some of his own Dna and some of the deceased guard’s dna to make a tube-clone of sorts-more like a child than anything.” Admin P explained.

“Wow.” Admin C grimaced. “I mean I know I take stuff badly but….Heck!” Admin C winced.

“And the child seems to have um...wandered too far from the main area of this lab.” Admin P said.

“I don’t like where this is goin’.” Admin F stated.

“And uh...Apparently there is a Barnacle in the room this child hid in.” Admin P said. “And I-I-I may or may not….Have uh...Anyways, this is Amya Coolatta!” Admin P said, pulling them out of his coat.

“.......” Admin C’s jaw dropped.

“I’M SORRY, YOU KIDNAPPED A CHILD?!?” Admin F coughed, choking on his coffee.

“Okay, now hear me out! If I didn’t take the child, they were going to die a gruesome death! I saved them!” Admin P defended.

“You made sure to pause their AU, right?” Admin F asked.

“Most definitely, we don’t need an accident happening.” Admin P nodded.

“Good. The others in their AU don’t need to panic.” Admin F nodded.

“Right. I know that that specific Tommy has….separation anxiety, so pausing the AU is a necessity.” Admin P said.

“So….What, do we take care of the kid now?” Admin F asked.

“We’re helping them get their good ending so they don’t get murdered by a Barnacle in the most INHUMANE WAY possible.” Admin P said.

“P, you SCARE me sometimes.” Admin C grimaced.

The group fell silent at the adorable little yawn that came from the child. “C, go get the room ready for them.” Boss said quietly.

“Right away.” C said, nodding and slinking off to go do as he was told.

(The next morning.)

Loverboy slowly got up, tiredly walking down the hall to the lounge. “Good morning, everyone!” Loverboy smiled.

“Morning.” Swap nodded.

“Salutations.” Freeman nodded.

“Good morning, LB!!” Doc grinned.

“Where’s Kittle?” LB Asked.

“Well, I haven’t seen him yet.” Swap shrugged.

“I think he went back to his room.” Freeman suggested.

“Probably! He tends to go there when he needs alone time!” Doc agreed. The four’s conversation was cut off by the sound of a door opening, followed by a shriek of “WAIT, WHAT?!?” which was ALSO followed by fast footsteps into the lounge.

“Ah! There he is!” Doc laughed.

“Good morning, Kit-” LB started.

“GUYS, WHEN THE FUCK WAS THERE A SIXTH DOOR?!” Kittle snapped.

Everyone froze, falling silent. “A…….SIXTH….door?” Swap repeated slowly.

“YES.” Kittle growled.

“I don’t remember there being a sixth door….Gaaasp! You realize what this means, right?!” LB grinned in a way that filled most’s stomach with dread.

“Yeah!! I do!! Someone new’s here!!” Kittle snapped.

“Show me the door!” LB asked gently. Kittle gestured for him to follow, LB following like an excited puppy.

(at the door.) “Here we are.” Kittle said, gesturing at the door.

“Huh….’The Adorabean?” LB said, head cocking to the side in confusion.

“Probably a typo.” Kittle scoffed, going to knock on the door.

“Be gentle! They could still be asleep!” LB warned. Kittle looked at LB as if he was just told not to touch a burning hot stove.

“It’s almost the afternoon, LB. They need to wake up at some point.” Kittle sighed before banging on the door.

Before LB could object, Kittle opened the door, walking in.

“Kittle, wait!” LB called out, hesitantly following him in.

Kittle looked around the room, taking the details in for what they were like. In the room, he found; a notebook, a box of crayons of sorts, some more drawing supplies, a few stuffed animals, a pillow fort, and a small golden retriever backpack. “So she’s….a kid?” Kittle grimaced.

“Kittle, we can’t just barge in!” LB scolded.

“Why’s a room here if we can’t go in?” Kittle asked smugly.

“We need to respect privacy!” LB scolded. The two froze, falling dead silent as a ‘mrrp’ sound was heard in the pillow fort.

“Uh…...actually, I don’t wanna get in trouble, let’s move.” Kittle said, rushing LB out. As the two left and got into the lounge,  Swap noticed the two Gordons returning from the sixth room, raising an eyebrow at the vigor with which they returned. “So?” Swap asked. But before anyone could answer, crying could be heard down the hall.

“HOLD LOVERBOY BACK.” Admin P announced over the intercom.

Swap grabbed Loverboy instantly, holding him back. “No.” Swap said.

“BUT THEY’RE CRYING, SWAP!! THEY NEED HUGS!! AFFECTION!! AND COMFORT!!” Loverboy whimpered.

“Okay, they’re awake...Admin C, please go explain what’s happening.” Admin P said.

“Wait, why not F?” Admin C asked.

“You know exactly why not F, and they’d probably feel more comfortable hearing it from you.” Admin P started. “And don’t use the voice modifier; it’ll just scare them” Admin P whispered.

“Wait, what?” Admin F asked, confused.

“No more questions. Now get moving, C.” Admin P dismissed.

“Fine, fine…” Admin C sighed.

“Alright, everyone, I have an announcement to make.” Admin P announced.

“We are listening.” Freeman responded curtly.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already guessed, but I found a sixth person to help last night, so I want each of you to meet them one-by-one. One at a time.” Admin P continued.

“Okay! Am I going first? I wanna go first Cause they really need a hug right now!” LB nodded.

“No. I’m very sorry LB, but no.” Admin P declined.

“Now, there is one condition.” Admin P added.

“What’s that?” Kittle asked sarcastically.

“Until all have met the new person, no sharing anything about them. Especially with Loverboy. We know how...Enthusiastic, he gets about new people and we do not wish to overwhelm this new member here due to various mental health problems that they have.” Admin P said sternly.

“Understood.” Freeman nodded.

“10-4.” Swap said seriously.

“Sure.” Kittle shrugged.

“As you wish!” Doc grinned.

“Aww….Fine!” LB agreed.

“Good. We’ll go from the most tame to least, to warm them up to people. Admin C is waking them up right now, so I’m here to choose who goes up first. We’re changing the lineup here though, to add a bit of...FUN to the order. Because children enjoy fun.” Admin P explained.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, STOP!! IT’S A CHILD?! LIKE A FULL-GROWN-HUMAN CHILD?!?” Swap exclaimed, looking like he was seconds away from cardiac arrest. “I THOUGHT WE WERE HERE TO FIX ‘BAD ENDINGS’ WHY IS THERE A HUMAN CHILD HERE?!” Swap demanded, suddenly making the entire room fall dead silent, every other Gordon in the room looking just as shocked.

“Um….I feel like we should wait a bit to answer that question.” Admin P winced.

“I DON’T FEEL GOOD ABOUT THAT-THAT MAKES ME WORRIED!” Swap exclaimed.

“It’s fine, anyway, let’s continue. Everyone understand?” Admin P asked.

“Yes.” They all said simultaneously.

“Well, Doc will go first. Doc, head into the new door labeled ‘adorabean’; when you head in, you will be faced with a blank room so that there is nothing that can harm the new subject here. When you interact with the new subject, be as calm and tame as possible, we do not wish to scare them into believing we will harm them; that is not what we are here to do.” Admin P explained.

“Alright, I’ll do my best!” Doc agreed.

“I mean it, Doc. They’re VERY skittish and easy to spook. Plus, their mental health issues could cause a panic attack, which NONE of us are equipped to deal with, especially none of you in the room.” Admin P stressed.

“Okay, okay, okay! I will, I will, I will!” Doc nodded.

“Good.” Admin P nodded. “Now please proceed.” Admin P instructed.

Doc nodded, going into the room.

(In the room.)

Justin waited patiently, staring at the wall, pretty much dozing off into the void, tail swooshing back and forth as though ready to attack something, not noticing the other person in the room. “Hello?” Doc called softly, staring at the feline person that was most definitely NOT a Gordon.

Doc jumped as a whack was heard against the wall. Justin sat back up, shaking their head, realizing what they did. “Ow…” Justin winced.

“Whoa, are you okay?” Doc asked, concerned.

“.....” Justin sat there, staring at him for a moment, processing everything.

Doc stood there awkwardly, realizing he was in absolutely, 100 percent, ZERO danger. But the Kid staring blankly at him made him feel a sense of unease. Did he break them?

“Are you a doctor?” Justin asked suddenly.

“Wait, what?” Doc asked, confused.

Justin walked over casually. “You look like a doctor!” Justin explained. “Or...A mad scientist!” Justin added, tail swooshing back and forth still.

“Oh, uh, yes! People call me Doc!” Doc explained.

“Well, you look like Unca Go-Go, so I’m gonna call you Unca Doc!” Justin grinned, booping his nose, ears and tail perking up instantly out of happiness.

“....Hug?” Doc asked.

Justin’s eyes lit up. “Yes pwease!” Justin nodded, hugging him tightly, Doc picking them up for the hug.

“Whee!” Justin smiled when being pulled into the hug.

“You’re an excitable little fella ain’t ya?” Doc grinned.

“Yep!” Justin giggled. Okay. THAT WAS CUTE. “Oh, you’re just a PRECIOUS little thing!” Doc laughed.

Justin purred, tail sticking upright.

“Okay, Kittle’s going to go next, Doc, please exit the room.” Admin P said over the intercom.

“Okay! Bye-bye, Amya!” Doc waved.

“Buh-Bye Unca Doc!” Justin waved.

Doc walked out, giggling as soon as he was out. Upon spotting this, everyone else was filled with confusion. “Kittle, you’re up next!” Doc beamed.

“....I leave everything to my roommate if I don’t come back.” Kittle said, going to walk into the room.

“Drama king.” Admin P sighed.

“Wait, you have a roommate? Meaning people actually ya know...Like you?” Swap asked, confused.

“OH, BUZZ OFF.” Kittle growled, immediately walking into the room, noticing the emptiness of the room unlike before.

“Hmm….” Justin hummed, staring at the wall, getting ready to pounce with intent.

“Uh….Hell-OH NO!” Kittle yelped, immediately rushing over and picking the child up before they hit the wall.

“Huh? Dad said flight was impawsible...How am I flying?” Justin asked, tilting their head in confusion.

Kittle set them down, jumping away and gripping the wall, shaking slightly.

“Hm? Oh! New person! Hello!” Justin waved excitedly.

“Demon….!” Kittle whispered to himself.

“Are you okay?” Justin asked, worried at the reaction.

“Did I spook you…?” Justin asked, ears flopping down.

“N-No!” Kittle peeped.

(Timeskip later.)

“So your name was….Amya, right?” Kittle asked.

“.........L….Legally…..Yeah…” Justin winced.

“It’s a nice name!” Kittle complemented.

“...Th…….Thanks…” Justin smiled weakly.

Kittle tilted his head in concern. “Are...You okay?” Kittle asked, worried at the response.

“Y-Yeah, I-I’m fine..!” Justin assured weakly.

“...You don’t wanna be called Amya, do you?” Kittle asked gently.

“I…….no…..” Justin frowned slightly.

“Well, what wouldja prefer?” Kittle asked. “Something gender neutral? Masculine? Something less feminine but still has feminine vibes to it?” Kittle added.

“.........Justin…?” Justin asked gently.

“Justin it is! He/him pronouns I’m assuming?” Kittle asked.

“Y-Yeah….If it’s no trouble…!” Justin nodded. “I-If it’s too much trouble, I-I don’t mind she/her pronouns…” Justin added.

“No no, that don’t matter! My comfort don’t matter, yours does!” Kittle said. “Now let’s get ya outta that skirt, I….doubt you’re enjoying that!” Kittle said, standing up and walking over to the closet. “Favorite color?” Kittle asked.

“Uh….Purple?” Justin said, confused.

“Hm….They don’t got any boy clothes in here...all of these are too feminine for your comfort...They DO have a sewing kit though! So….let’s just say it may take a while...Don’t worry, just hang out in this tank top and shorts for a while!” Kittle said, turning away. Kittle started pulling all the materials needed to make a jacket, Justin quickly changing into the tank top and shorts, already feeling slightly more comfortable.

“This is nice….” Justin gasped.

“Okay, I’m gonna sit here and work, PLEASE do not touch the machine, I do NOT need you getting pricked.” Kittle said, sitting down at the sewing machine.

(Thirty minutes later.)

“Okay, time to flip it rightside in to see if the seams worked properly…” Kittle sighed, turning it rightside in. “Yes….it works…! Okay…!” Kittle said, looking at the now asleep child. Kittle quickly slid it on him, smiling as he heard him start purring.

(Timeskip to later in the lounge.)

“He’s been in there a while. Is everything okay?” Swap asked.

“He doesn’t wanna leave.” Admin P replied.

“What?” Swap asked.

“He refuses to leave the room.” Admin P clarified. “This child sparks joy. So he’s refusing.” Admin P added.

“I’ll go grab him!” Doc said, going off.

Doc returned a few moments later, dragging Kittle by the back of the HEV suit. “Come on, Kittle, it’s the next person’s turn.” Doc sighed.

“But-But-But child!” Kittle argued.

“But nothing. Now sit down.” Doc said sternly.

“Okay, but hear me out-” Kittle started. “The child sparks joy!” Kittle finished.

“I know, but everyone else still has to meet them.” Doc argued.

“Swap, it’s your turn. Hurry before Kittle runs back in.” Admin P instructed. Swap nodded, hurrying in.

(In the room.)

Justin played around with a plushie like a cat would, waiting for their next visitor.

“Hello?” Swap called, catching Justin’s attention immediately.

“New person!” Justin peeped, bouncing up onto their feet, still holding the toy in their mouth like a cat.

“uh….Can I see your-your passport?” Swap asked. Justin perked up, running to their backpack and pulling out a small, beaten up notebook, running back to present it to Swap.

“Here it is, sir!” Justin said, opening it to show a poorly drawn variation of a passport.

“..........” Swap was silent while reading over it. None of the writing was legible, which made sense, due to them being a child.

“Is everything in order?” Justin asked, fidgeting with the stuffy from earlier nervously.

“...Yup.” Swap said, handing it back.

“Yay!” Justin squeaked, hugging the stuffy tightly, immediately attacking it again, once they realized what it was.

“So you’re...Amya, right?” Swap asked.

“...............Yeah…...” Justin said hesitantly, still playing with the toy, probably more now.

“Huh……...I can see why Kittle and Doc like you so much.” Swap nodded.

“Yeah! Unca Doc and Unca Kit are nice!” Justin grinned.

“Unca Doc and Unca Kit, huh?” Swap hummed.

“Yeah! Doc’s name is easy to say, but Kit’s name takes too long, ya know?” Justin asked.

“Well, I’m Swap, pleased to meet you.” Swap smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Swap! I’m gonna call you Unca Swap!” Justin giggled.

“That’s….Adorable.” Swap said softly.

“Hee hee hee!” Justin giggled.

“Can I mess with the hat?” Justin asked.

“..........Sure….” Swap said, removing the helmet and placing it on Justin’s head.

“Oooh! Rooomy!” Justin squeaked, running around in a circle excitedly.

Kittle peeked in through the door, taking a photo. Blackmail; GOT.

Justin eventually stopped running around, taking the helmet off and shaking their head. “Whoa...That’s cool!” Justin squeaked, ears now visible.

“...........do you have cat ears?” Swap asked.

“Oh! Yeah! Papa says he doesn’t know where I got them!” Justin giggled. “He thinks it mighta been because he pet a cat!” Justin giggled.

Swap grabbed the helmet, putting it back on. “....Are you human?” Swap asked very quietly.

“I mean….I think? Papa’s human and I don’t know my other dad, so…..” Justin hummed. “I can’t think of any reason for me not to be human!” Justin smiled.

“Ah.” Swap nodded.

“What about you?” Justin asked. “Are you human?” Justin added.

“Um, yes!” Swap said swiftly. Justin raised an eyebrow.

“Are ya sure?” Justin asked.

“Yes!” Swap said.

“Hmm….Okay!” Justin grinned. “Are you SUPERhuman?!” Justin asked, eyes lighting up.

“Super...Human…?” Swap asked, confused.

“Ya know, a-a human with superpowers! Or powers that humans don’t normally have!” Justin explained. “Like shapeshifting! Or flying! Or...Ya know...Stuff like that!” Justin explained excitedly.

“....................Sorta.” Swap said.

“Sorta?” Justin asked, head tilting in confusion.

“I can do this…” Swap said, grabbing Justin with his hair tendril, picking them up by the ankle and lifting them up.

“Whee!” Justin grinned, giggling happily. “That tickles!” Justin giggled.

“Oh, you mean like this?” Swap asked, moving another to tickle their stomach.

“Eee! Ah! I’m under attack!” Justin giggled.

“Alright, Swap, time’s up. Freeman’s up next.” Admin P announced over the intercom.

“Freeman?” Justin asked, squeaking as they were set down.

“You’ll see. See you later, Amya!” Swap waved, walking out.

“Bye-Bye, Unca Swap!” Justin waved back.

“Freeman, you’re up.” Swap called, heading back to the lounge. Freeman nodded, walking in.

Justin was now making a nest out of various blankets and pillows and stuffed animals. “Hello, little one.” Freeman waved.

“I’m not little! I’m a big boy! But hello!” Justin waved.

“Ah. My mistake.” Freeman shrugged. Justin grinned, hopping out to meet him.

“You’re...Freeman, right?” Justin asked. Freeman nodded.

“Indeed. And you’re Amya?” He asked.

“The one and only...!” Justin grinned weakly, nodding hesitantly.

“Pleasure to meet you, Amya. You seem to be a….Joy, to converse with.” Freeman stated.

“You too!” Justin grinned eagerly.

“So what do you like to do in your spare time?” Freeman asked.

“I like to dra-” Justin started, staring at the wall blankly.

“........A-Amya-” Freeman started, getting startled as Justin whacked their head into the wall.

“Dang it, not agaaaaain! Mmm….” Justin grimaced, rubbing their head.

“....heh…..” Freeman chuckled quietly, standing up the child, gently rubbing their head.

“Purrr….” Justin purred, ears going back.

(An hour later)

“Okay, Freeman, time’s up.” Admin C announced.

“Oh! Bye Uncle Freeman!” Justin waved.

“See you later, Amya!” Freeman smiled, walking out.

(Meanwhile, with the Admins.)

“I-I-I-I-I need to go…! I-I don’t know where, but I need to go!” Boss stuttered, turning around on his heel and starting to walk away.

“Awww! I haven’t seen him smile in forever!” Admin C smiled.

Admin F burst out laughing at The Boss’s reaction, resorting to holding onto a table ledge to not fall over.

“What the-” Admin P said as the Boss ran into him. “Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

“I-I-I-I need to go…! I ju-I just-pbbht!! I just need to go!” Boss said, hurrying out.

“...................What happened?” Admin P asked.

“I’M TOO GAY FOR THIS SHIT!!!” Boss screamed outside the room.

“AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!” Admin F cackled, finally falling off the table.

“Gordon smiled and Boss wasn’t ready!” Admin C chuckled.

“Ah. The Gay panic. Understood.” Admin P said, then paused, realization hitting him. “ARE YOU SAYING I MISSED HIM SMILE?!” Admin P asked.

“Yep!” Admin C nodded.

“MOTHER-”

“Loverboy, you’re up.” Admin C announced. “Please, do not get too excited when entering the room.” He added.

“Okay!” Loverboy nodded.

“Like, I really mean this; she gets startled REALLY EASILY and either scream or cry if you scare her.” Admin C stressed heavily.

“I woooooon’t!” Loverboy groaned.

“Promise?” Admin C asked.

“Pinky promise!” Loverboy said.

“Okay. You may proceed. CAREFULLY.” Admin C repeated.

“Sounding kinda like an overprotective father there, C! But I will, I will!” Loverboy promised, walking in.

Inside the room, Loverboy looked around for the new inhabitant, not spotting them. Thinking they were hiding, he went to look around, freezing when he heard the sound of something running around in a circle. “Hm? Hello?” Loverboy called out.

Loverboy spotted a small kitten trying to chase its tail on the carpet of the room, tumbling over on occasion. “Oh! Hello!” Loverboy waved. The kitten looked towards him, mewing at him, causing Loverboy’s eyes to light up in happiness. Lb got down on the floor, holding a hand out to the kitten for them to sniff. The kitten sniffed his hand, gently licking it.

“Awwww….!” Loverboy awed. Loverboy gently patted the kitten on the head, getting it to start purring.

“Are you the new guy I was told to meet?” Loverboy asked gently, expecting a response. The kitten started meowing, like, a lot, almost like it was calling out for its mother or something. Loverboy gently picked up the kitten, hushing them to attempt to calm them down.

The small kitten started suckeling on his thumb, showing that they were hungry. Loverboy looked around the room, finding a water bottle, a bottle warmer, kitten formula, and a bottle.

“Huh….Convenient!” Loverboy grinned. Reading the instructions, he started making the formula.

(A few minutes later.)

LB set a heating disc on his lap, putting a blanket over it so as to not burn the kitten on accident and set the kitten on it, putting his hand on the back of the kitten and one of his fingers on their throat to make sure they’re actually swallowing their food.

Afterwards, LB noticed a chart of sorts, noticing that it had time, date, and weight on it. Putting two and two together, LB got up, finding a scale, and writing down the date and the kitten’s weight.

“So you are….273 grams...” Loverboy said, writing down the info required.

LB put the kitten down, gently booping them on the nose. “Tchoo!” The kitten sneezed. LB’s eyes lit up, sparkling in adoration at the tiny sneeze.

“asdfghjkl-Gesundheit!” LB said, stumbling over his words. The kitten yawned, giving LB the signal that they were tired. Shrugging, he put the kitten down, laying down with them, falling asleep alongside them.

(Timeskip a few hours.)

“Okay, LB, that’s good enough. You can leave now.” Admin P announced.

LB slowly woke up, noticing the kitten curled into his side. LB slowly sat up, so as to not disturb the kitten’s slumber.

“LB, get up, we need to get moving, progress has been stalled.” Admin P repeated.

“Aww….Okay!” LB frowned. LB patted the kitten on the head, getting up and walking out.

(With the other Gordons.)

Loverboy walked out to meet the other Gordons, sitting down on the couch. “So? How’d it go?” Doc asked.

“I met a kitten!” LB smiled.

“A humahooha?” Doc asked, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

“When’d we get a kitten?” Kittle asked, confused.

“What’s a kitten?” Swap asked.

“It’s a small baby cat. Where did it come from?” Freeman asked.

“I don’t know, but it was chasing its little tail and it stumbled and it was just so adorable!!” LB grinned.

“That sounds….Alarming.” Freeman said, raising an eyebrow in concern.

“Uh…” LB started, getting cut off by loud meowing. “Oh! It’s hungry!!” LB said, getting up and rushing to go feed the kitten.

“Okay, Gordons-where did-where’s Loverboy?” Admin P asked.

“He went to go feed the kitten….?” Swap explained.

“Kitten? What-What-What kitten?!” Admin P stammered.

“The one in Amya’s room, apparently!” Doc added. Kittle flinched, recovering as soon as possible, not wanting to clue anyone in on anything yet.

“C, could you go check on Amya, see what’s going on?” Admin P asked.

“Sorry, uh, a little busy at the moment!” Admin C replied.

“Okay, how about you Gordons go check?” Admin P sighed.

“Okay!” Doc nodded.

“Sure.” Freeman nodded.

“Arright.” Kittle shrugged.

“Okay.” Swap nodded.

The Gordons went to the room, leaning in slightly. “You’re a good little kitten, aren’t you?” Loverboy grinned, putting the kitten down. The kitten mewed up at him, as if responding to him.

“Awww! You’re adorable!” LB Grinned.

The kitten purred, rubbing its head against Loverboy’s leg. “Aww….!” LB chuckled, patting them on the head. LB picked up the kitten, the kitten’s limbs pretty much ragdolling in their spot. “Okay, let’s weigh you~!” LB smiled, walking over to the scale to weigh them. “You weigh….280 grams!” LB said, writing down the numbers on the chart.

“You’re a chunk boy, huh?” LB gently teased, scratching them behind the ears, getting loud mews of what seemed to be protest.

“What? Are you saying I’m wrong?” LB asked. The kitten, not mad about getting called chunky, waddled towards LB, mewing loudly as they nuzzled his hand. “Oh?” LB hummed, looking down at them.

“Does someone want cuddles?” LB asked, already gently picking them up, getting happy meows in response.

LB sat down, placing the kitten in his lap, the kitten already kneading in his lap. “Oh! You’re gettin’ all cozy, huh, bud?” LB joked.

The kitten purred, finally settling down in his lap, falling asleep fairly quickly. “Well, guess I’m stuck for a while, huh…?” LB smiled gently.

The other Gordons decided to leave the two alone, returning to the lounge area. “Well? What’s the verdict?” Admin P asked.

“They’re sleeping.” Freeman said.

“Oh?” Admin P asked.

“Yep. Out cold.” Kittle added.

“So her test is gonna be postponed…” Admin P hummed.

“Well, who CAN do their test?” Kittle asked.

“Hm...I...Don’t know...Let’s wait for them to wake up again. That’ll make it easier.” Admin P suggested.

“Right.” Freeman nodded, everyone else following suit in agreement.

(Timeskip an hour later.)

LB woke up to find that the small kitten had turned into Justin, almost instantly hugging them and spewing nonsense, causing a sickening crack to come from the room, startling pretty much everyone who wasn’t in there.

Swap got up, about to run in before Doc pushed him back down. “No. Loverboy probably just gave her a hug.” Doc explained.

Loverboy walked out to the lounge holding Justin’s hand, sitting down on the couch. “Huh? Where’d the kitten go?” Swap asked, confused.

“Oh! He’s right here!” LB smiled, gesturing towards Justin.

“So…..She’s a cat AND a person…?” Swap asked, confused. Freeman looked up from his book, nodding as he closed it and set it down.

“Shapeshifting. Since she’s still a child, however, I’m certain that she can only change into a kitten and gets stuck for quite some time.” Freeman explained.

“Oooh!” Doc said, snapping his fingers as he understood it. “That’s a cool ability, Amya!” Doc complimented.

“Th...Thanks, Unca Doc…!” Justin said, faking a smile.

“I see you two are back.” Admin P said over the intercom.

“Yep!” Loverboy nodded.

“Yep…!” Justin added.

“Excellent. Amya, we’re here to help you get past your ‘bad ending’. To do so, we have spent countless hours researching your AU, researching your ending, everything under the sun.” Admin P started. “We’ve gathered enough knowledge to be able to create a simulatory experience of your bad ending.” Admin P added.

“Ooh…!” Justin gasped.

“BUT!!! Just because it is a simulator does NOT mean there is no danger: it is still your BAD ENDING.” Admin P warned. “You are to be careful. You are to be aware of your surroundings at all times. You are to be ready to scream if needed. You are to be ready to defend yourself. This is still Black Mesa, Amya. It is still inCREDIBLY dangerous. If you get in danger and cannot get out of it, you are to call out for help IMMEDIATELY.” Admin P stressed.

“Oh, okay…!” Justin nodded.

“I mean it, Amya. I don’t want you thinking you can take on something that you truly cannot.” Admin P stressed.

“I will!” Justin sighed.

“Will you?” Admin P asked.

“Yes!” Justin groaned.

“Promise?” Admin P asked.

“Yes! I Puppy promise!” Justin nodded, pretty much melting everyone’s heart.

“Alright. Please proceed through the door.” Admin P said.

“Okay!” Justin nodded, walking through the door.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go do something really quick.” Admin P said.

“Okay, we’ll keep watch for you.” Admin F nodded.

“Good. Make sure it goes according to plan.” Admin P instructed.

“We will.” Admin F nodded. With that, Admin P walked out of the room to go deal with whatever he needed to deal with.

“Be careful!” LB warned.

“I will be!” Justin waved, walking in, door closing behind him.

As Justin walked in, the room turned into the forbidden room at Black Mesa. Justin walked around, looking at the room and observing everything inside. They soon came across a hallway that was empty. They felt nervous for a moment before remembering that it was Black Mesa; they had empty hallways everywhere. They shrugged it off, proceeding forward through the hallway, not noticing the feeling of something wrapping around their leg, thankfully, Admin F noticed and immediately rushed to the intercom to shout into it.

“AMYA, LOOK OUT!!!!” Admin F yelled into the mic, catching Justin’s attention.

“Why’s it grabbing her?!?” Admin C asked, panicking.

“I DON’T KNOW, IT SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO DO THAT!! IT SHOULD BE JUST A HOLOGRAM!!” Admin F snapped back, shaking slightly.

“Let go!!!” Justin whined, trying to pull his leg away, grip on his leg only tightening, causing pain to shoot through his leg.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s going on in there?!” Kittle asked, temper slowly growing.

“SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH THE SIMULATION!” Admin F panicked.

“What is?!” Kittle demanded.

“THE BARNACLE-I-IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE PHYSICAL!! IT’S SU-IT’S SUPPOSED TO-IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE A HOLOGRAM!!” Admin F explained in a panic.

“So open the door and cut the simulation off!” Kittle snapped.

“I….” Admin F stammered.

“Well?!” Kittle snapped.

“I-I-I can’t…” Admin F said shakily, face going pale and shaking becoming slightly more obvious.

“What do you mean, F?” Admin C asked.

“I-I-I-I-I can’t cut off the simulation or open the door-I-I-I-I-I-I-It won’t let me…!” Admin F stuttered, trying everything he could.

“What…?” Kittle gasped.

“Move.” Swap said, backing up.

“What?” Kittle asked, shaking out of it.

“I. Said.” Swap started, getting a running start. “MOVE!!” Swap yelled, ramming against the door as hard as possible, breaking it down with a loud crash.

“SWAP!!” Kittle yelped.

Swap got up, tentacles already at work to get Justin free. “LET. MY. NIECE. GO.” Swap growled, tentacles prying the Barnacle tentacle off, Swap diving to catch the small child, Kittle quickly grabbing something and throwing it at the Barnacle to kill it.

“Hey, Amya, look at me, look at me.” Swap said, gently guiding Justin’s chin up to look at him. “There you are...I’m here.” Swap said, gently hugging Justin as LB showed him how to earlier.

Justin melted into the hug, sobbing into Swap’s chest, Swap gently patting him on the head. “I was so scared, Unca Swap….” Justin hiccupped.

“I know, I know...It’s okay…” Swap hushed.

(In the Admin room.)

Admin P walked into the Admin room, feeling confusion at seeing C comforting F.

“What happened while I was gone?” Admin P asked, concerned.

“It-something happened and-” F started.

“I can explain, you take a breather.” Admin C hushed. “Someone or someTHING sabotaged the test for Amya and she got hurt because of it.” Admin C explained calmly.

“Oh my! How did she get hurt?” Admin P asked worriedly.

“The Barnacle grabbed her leg and she started fighting to escape which only tightened its grip.” Admin C answered. The two turned to look at the screen focusing on the group, Justin sobbing into Swap as his lower leg was getting bandaged up. “It had an Iron Grip, P.” Admin C frowned.

“Oh my God…” Admin P gasped.

Admin C turned to P, face full of sadness. “We can’t risk her getting hurt again. Her test needs to wait a bit longer.” Admin C said, half begging, half stating fact.

“I…...Agree. She does need time to heal anyway.” Admin P agreed.

(With the others.)

Doc leaned into the room, curious as to what was happening. “Is everything alright?”

Doc froze at noticing that Justin’s lower leg was bandaged and that he was sobbing into Swap’s chest. “It’s okay, kid…” Swap hummed.

“What happened?” Doc asked, worried about the scene before him.

“A Barnacle got ahold of Amya during her test. The grip gave her a nasty injury.” Freeman explained.

“Oh my God...My poor niece..!!” Doc squeaked, running over and trying to  take Amya from Swap to hug her, Swap immediately giving him a glare and a slight growl, immediately causing Doc to back up.

“Indeed.” Freeman nodded sadly.

Swap slowly got up, carrying Justin out to the lounge. “Unca Swap, can I sit with you for a while…?” Justin asked shyly.

“As long as you need to recover.” Swap nodded.

Swap reached the couch, sitting down with Justin in his lap, sweet voicing softly to calm the small one down. Justin eventually fell asleep in that position, curling up slightly. Swap smiled slightly.

“Want me to move ‘em to their room?” Kittle asked, voice a whisper.

“Nah. they’re fine here.” Swap declined.

“Ya sure?” Kittle asked.

“Yeah. I don’t need to get up for anything.” Swap explained. Kittle nodded.

“Well, I’m heading off for bed. Night, Swap.” Kittle yawned.

Swap nodded, waving goodnight as Kittle walked back to his room. Swap gently pet Justin on the head, being careful not to wake him up. It felt weird; he’d barely known the child for a day, yet there was this...Instinct to protect them. He shrugged it off, thinking it would be over in a day.

[shewolfofficial]

First of all, *inhales* I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!! And also, can you write a scenario where Hanji, Y/n and the Yaegerists find Levi? Then, when Floche says to shoot Levi, Y/n goes god-mode on him? (What happens next is your choice :3 ). Love ya 💕!

*Inhales as well* ThANK YOu SO MuCH YOuR sO SWEeT AND KInD!! 😘😘😁😁😁

It’s 1:05am when I finished the this, pls excuse any mistakes or typos since I am currently half asleep

Warning: Cursing, Mentions Of Blood, Violence

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Rain pouring from the dark sky above I kept my hood up as I rode alongside Hanji, Floche and a few others surrounding us as we rode over a bridge by a river. There had been a lightning strike that went off in the distance and now we were going to check it out to see what was going on.

Finally arriving at the scene there seemed to be a titan laying on its stomach with steam emitting from it, was it dead? Was it alive? What was it even doing?

“What the fuck has happened?” I mumble slowly hopping off my horse as Hanji takes a step closer to the titan. “Commander Hanji! F/N please don’t move around on your own!” someone calls out from behind me, not bothering to turn around and see who the fuck was yapping I trail my gaze along the grass. As I hear Hanji mumble something about the cart being blown away.

Sight landing on something, well, someone right by the river I feel the blood drain from my face. “Somebodies there!” I say out loud running to whoever it was, falling to my knees I attempt to haul the person out. Hanji arrives next to me and takes over, successfully pulling out the unknown person from the sideline of the river. Turning them over to get a full view of who it was.

Oh, how I wished I didn’t have to ever see this..

“Levi?”

“Oh no.. Oh nononono! Levi no!”

“I have no idea what happened.. But we’re lucky, our number one threat is here bloodied up..” Floche says appearing behind us as I choke on the sobs looking at the bloodied and scratched up face of my lover. Hanji had a plain expression as she held him up. “He’s dead. He got caught in the explosion of a thunder spear at point blank range, I’ve seen similar accidents during training but beyond external wounds, internal organs would be ripped to shreds and death would be instant” she explains looking back to the male as he held his gun with a cold expression.

“I can also take his pulse, so let me have a look” Floche ignores her seeming to try and check for himself, though, I knew what Hanji was up to since she shot me a little wink and a slight smirk. Averting my gaze to Floche I shot him a glare “why don’t you believe her! He’s- He’s dead!” I cry out attempting to convince him as he only sighs. “F/N don’t start crying, we get that you love the guy but don’t start crying over him” he grumbles as I start to feel my patience lessen.

hoW DARE HE!?

“He might not be dead, I might as well shoot him in the head”

Snap!

The sound of something snapping inside of me sent an unhuman like adrenaline through me as I sprung up and swiftly grabbed Floche’s gun from him, yelling at Hanji to escape, which she hurriedly did since a splash was heard a few seconds later I begin to dodge and swerve the multiple bullets fired at me from those Yeager bastards as I knock out Floche with the butt of the gun, tossing the weapon to the side all I could feel was rage and adrenaline soaring through my veins.

Jumping at another I slam him onto the ground and take hold of his head and twist it to the definite angle to snap his neck. A loud crack echoed through the air as curses and shouts were thrown about as I dodged every bullet that came at me, springing towards another shithead I kick him in the balls, taking his gun I shot him in the head and continued with the others, skidding across the fortunately wet ground I slide out another guy’s feet from under him and kick him into the river sending him into a frenzy as he thrashed about in the water. Standing up I aim the gun at the man and shoot immediately seeing him go limp. Ducking under another’s attempt to strangle me he falls forward as I easily shot him in the chest.

Turning around there was only two remaining and they both had their barrels cocked towards me.

“F/N p-put down the weapon!”

“Say please~!”

“N-No!”

“Tsk wrong answer you prick” I grumble sidestepping a bullet that skimmed my head watching as the pair’s faces turned into ones full of horror. Striding towards them I kick one in the balls and shoot the other in the face completely destroying it.

Shoving the last one to the ground I press the barrel of the gun to his forehead as he begins to plead, rolling my eyes I pull the trigger as blood splatters everywhere.

Turning to the side where an unconscious Floche lay I shot the guy a glare as I walked towards him singing a little tune quietly. Arriving at the male’s side I look down at him with an irritated expression before I loosely aim the weapon to his legs. Firing both shots at his knees the bullets completely shatter his kneecaps.

“Meh.. Whatever... They asked for it.. Never knew I could take out a whole squad of men..” I say strutting past the titan corpse ignoring the fact that it could be alive.

// Time Skip \

It’s been a few days since I set off at the side of the river, the weather was nice yet my clothes were shit and I really wanted to get a nice warm bath. I could see a little building up ahead at the opposite side of the river, thankfully the flow has calmed and it would be easy to get through. But there was a little bridge up ahead so I might as well stay dry while I’m at it.

Crossing the stone bridge I stroll towards the farm, it looked nice and friendly but god knows who could own it really. Stepping up onto the porch I recognise a fairly familiar face..

Historia.

Oh yeah, I forgot she was pregnant.

“F/N? What are you doing here? Are you alright?” the blonde asks standing up as I smile a little and take her into a gentle hug despite the situation with my clothes. “Yeah I’m fine, have you seen... Hanji or Levi near here by any chance? Oh! Can I stay here for a bit to wash up? I’ve just after taking out the trash a few days ago and I really need a wash” I ask as she laughs inwardly and nods motioning for me to follow her. “Of course F/N, and yes I’ve seen Hanji and Captain Levi, they’re both here while Levi recovers” she explains as we step inside.

Hanji peeps around the corner from some other room and she lights up seeing me. “F/N where have you been!? How did you find this place? Are you alright?” the woman asks scurrying over to me as I roll my eyes at her playfully “yeah I’m alright Hanji, more importantly, where is Levi? Is he alright? Is he alive?” I ask as he sighs lightly immediately causing me to panic. Stepping in after seeing me begin to panic Historia places a hand on my shoulder “he’s fine, he’s alive but with some scars and marks, I’m sure he’s awake up there now since he was down here for breakfast earlier” she spoke softly as I release a breath I never knew I was holding in.

“Alright... Thank the fuck..” I smile lightly as Hanji disappears off somewhere into the house, Historia was leading me to the bathroom where I could get a shower and wash up while she got me some spare clothes. Following the blonde up the stairs, we reach the second floor to her home where we walked in a comfortable silence, abruptly stopping outside a random white door that was creaked open ever so slightly she leant up towards my ear and cupped it.

“He’s in there..”

Nodding I smiled at the woman before we continued on, eventually arriving at the bathroom Historia leaves to get me some clothes and tell Levi I had arrived.

// Time Skip \

Drying off and getting into the change of clothes that fit perfectly I threw my dirty outfit into the laundry basket and sauntered out of the bathroom. Attempting to count the doors and which one Levi was resting behind I eventually begun to do eenie-meenie-miney-moh with each one. Childish. Yes, but it did help sometimes.

Sometimes.

Carefully opening a random door I let my gaze wander to a certain raven haired male that sat up in bed holding a book. Flicking his head up towards the door Levi’s face lit up from seeing me as he tossed the book to his side, as I hurried on in and took him in a hug.

“You’re alright! Oh my lord, you gave me the fright of my life mister!” I say as Levi dives his face into the crook of my neck. “I know, I know..” he mumbles. Pulling away that’s when I saw the scars on his face, he has even gone blind in his right eye by the looks of it as well as I paled.

I’m definitely gonna kill whoever did this.

“Who did this to you? Levi I’m going to fucking strangle them” I hiss as Levi scowls “I knew you wouldn’t like them..” he mumbles as my face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait what? What do you mean? I never said I didn’t like them” I was quick to defend myself as Levi sighs and sits back averting his orbs elsewhere in the room.

“I only want to hurt who done this to you… I never said anything about you, in fact, I think these make you hotter” I couldn’t help the tingling blush creep up to my cheeks as Levi examines me to see if I was lying in any way.

I wasn’t.

Rolling his eyes he clicks his tongue and pulls me into his chest, careful not to hurt himself as I wrap my arms around them. “So it’s all looks for you?” he begins as I scoff “damn I never thought you’d see me as that type of girl, should I be offended?” I retort as he pulls me closer. “No, I was only fucking with you” Levi hums as I snuggle into his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

“I missed you F/N..”

“I missed you too Levi..”

[le-petitmort]

My ye olde time machine of smut writing

***I used to write smut with a friend of The Peep and mine, and this little piece was the very first one we put together. We went on after this trial effort to write a  book series worth of material as two other characters, which was never published. Nor ever will it ever be, because it devolved into a dirty words vocabulary contest which required the reader to have a dictionary available as they read and diddled to the various scenes. That would only work if humans had three hands. Also, the whole editing books thing is too time consuming and neither of us wanted to fuck around with that or getting a literary agent or just about anything to do with anything other than writing smut.

It’s sure nice to see the growth in my writing though over five years.***

****Pardon the typos. This was some quickly done rough draft shit written on the internet for other people who were only trying to get off.***

Chapter I: The madam comes calling (Dez with Finley Strong)

March 8, 2014 at 7:53 AM

Dez Dickerson

A dominant without a submissive is like a car without its engine. It hadn’t taken long, and I was back on the prowl, if you will. The desires needed to be quenched and there was only one way to quell the thirst. It’s how I wound back up at the sex club under that fantastic Mexican restaurant I’d visited so many times before. I took a stroll through, checked out the rooms and tried my hardest to enjoy the goings on. Maybe I’m getting old? Is twenty-six too old or too young for this sex club shit? The place reeked of desperation with the vibe of a holiday vacation. Touristy dominance, Disney submissions. I walked the steps upward into the restaurant stopping to speak with Lorena, the Amazonian proprietor of the establishment who came bedecked in her six-inch spikes, too tight corset and barely there mini. No, I was not interested in Lorena. For fucks sake, she was a domme, there was nothing in it for me. The conversation did prove worthwhile though. Yes, I’m not looking for a commitment. Yes, I’m open newbies and experienced. Would I be opposed to her referring trusted individuals to me? No. Lorena sent me on my way with a promise that I would hear from her soon. The call came the very next day and here I was now, in the loft awaiting the appearance of one Finley Strong. Quite the name for a submissive. Would she prove her surname correct or would she succumb like a flower, wilting under the heat of my presence? Only time would tell. As I heard the clank of the steel outer door slamming shut I tried not to smile as if I were a lion being served fresh meat.  Lorena had instructed her well. Walk into the big main room, stand at its direct center, wait. I heard her stilettos click across the grey concrete and halt accordingly. As I strode out of the kitchen I wasn’t disappointed. She stood tall and straight, eyes forward and chin raised with that touch of an overtly defiant attitude. Good show girl, we’ll break that soon enough. The question is how. How does she want it broken? Does she even want what I come to expect as natural? The agreement with Lorena called for giving them what they needed, not necessarily what Dez felt they needed. At least that’s how the bitchy Mexicano had stated it to me. Once in my clutches those tides could change, rolling back out to sea and redefining our meeting like the openness of the sea. Feel her out, do right by her. That was the last words of wisdom from Lorena, who certainly didn’t want to hazard to guess what was held in the mind of Ms. Finley Strong.  Feel her out I did. One circle around and I was reaching out, two finger lightly touching at her hip, tracing over the small of her back as I walked, stopping in front with my fingers pressed at her mid-section. If I could say one thing about her, besides recognizing her striking beauty and fiery eyes, is that she was immaculately put together. I let my hand drift upward through the skin bared valley between her two succulent globes, the covered tips aroused to a point. Tasty. At least I imagined them to be quite tasty, once I was afforded the opportunity to partake of her sans clothing. I drew a single finger up her neck feeling her slight gulp as I went straight for her chin tipping it higher. Finley’s eyes remained forward to the same spot on the wall she had been fixated on. Resolve. That in itself shot a lightning bolt to my cock. “I’m Dez, but I’m sure you knew that already. When you’re allowed to speak there are a few rules. The name…Dez…is how you refer to be. I don’t play the sir or master game. Simply Dez. Get it memorized now.” A drop of my hand to her shoulder, letting it slide down her arm then falling over her curvaceous body until I was leaning forward cupping her ass in my palm. Her breath poured against my neck, heated and heavy.  “Lorena made it apparent that you had a wish, some hunger you needed to feed that you’ve either been denied or have been denying yourself. A release as it were. Which in itself should be the ultimate goal when you’re with me. Release. My release.” I let go of her magnificent backside and stepped away, firmly in Dez mode one hand lifted brushing over my beard. Yes, she was definitely going to do I thought to myself, if for nothing other than the fact she had as yet shown not one emotion. Finley Strong appeared the type who demanded it be brought out of by a fierce hand. That…I could accommodate. “So, here’s where this goes Ms. Finley Strong. You tell me what your limits are and why you’re here. I will decide if I like what I hear.” I smiled at my fine use of homonyms. “None of that do whatever you want Dez shit, I don't go in for that. Open your mind to Dez. If you intrigue me in a way that separates you from the herd, I will nod towards the door. That doesn’t mean leave. That means get your ass to the entryway, remove every stitch of clothing and reenter. You will walk across this great room and follow that hallway to the first door on the right. Enter, walk to the X on the floor and kneel, open and presented. Make very certain your thighs are wide and inviting, hands clasped tightly behind your head. Back arched, those fucking tits jutting in anticipation. Got it? Go on now…with the talking. It’s the last time you’ll be saying much of anything.”

Finley Strong  Well shit, she hadn't expected that. Fin had already forgotten about the seemingly insignificant conversation with Lorena two weeks ago; Lorena hadn't. They rambled on about their sex lives over margaritas--as they often did. One too many and Fin was spouting off something to the effect of 'I just want someone to tie me up and fuck me proper.' Apparently, that had stuck with Lorena, because Fin was the first person on Lorena's list when just such an opportunity presented itself. Hello opportunity, insert Dez Dickerson. Fin hung up the phone, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips, a slow ache sitting steadfast in the pit of her stomach. Nerves? What the fuck should she be nervous about? Finley thought as she plucked a pair of black skinny jeans and an off-the-shoulder sweater out of her closet. Because it was so completely out of character for Finley Strong. She ran a brothel for fucks sake. Which, in itself didn't necessarily dictate a personality with a propensity for maintaining control, but it did enhance every domineering quality Fin already possessed. In all honesty, she had been hard wired to run the roost. It had been that way all her life. And now what? She was going to relinquish most, if not all, of that to a perfect stranger? Fin shook her head and shimmied into her jeans, stepped into a pair of ass-jacking Louboutins and headed to the address Lorena provided. She already had fucking instructions, Fin thought with a smirk, and it hadn't even really begun. You got this, Fin. Piece of cake. Piece of pie. Perhaps the thing that worried her the most was her ability to let go. . .or lack there of. When it came down to it, was she going to be able to submit? Oh sure, the concept seemed simple enough, but when you got down to the nitty gritty, Fin feared she would have to fight herself every single step of the way. Turning a control freak into a sub wasn't going to happen overnight. Don't talk back, be obedient, leave your attitude at the door--all of which seemed like impossible tasks at the moment. Exhaling deeply, she brushed her mahogany locks out of her face, yanked the steel door open confidently, and sauntered into the main room, standing as instructed with her eyes locked on a single point in the wall. The nerves had gone, Fin had constructed her wall, the stage was as good as set. She stood straight shouldered, chin tipped up, eyes never moving from the original point. Yea, she fucking wanted this--she knew it the instant she felt that tingling sensation in her fingertips. The second Fin saw him walking towards her out of her peripherals, her pulse quickened. If she had a 'type,' Dez Dickerson fit that mold perfectly. Tattoos, check. An air of 'I don't give a fuck' masculinely unkempt demeanor that screamed 'I am who I am, if you don't like it, kindly fuck off,' check. But the nail in the coffin was his fucking voice. Low, smoky, direct, unwavering. Like warm honey dripping over every inch of her skin. The small of her back arched just slightly as his fingertips etched their way along her skin, her body instantly responding to him. Finley slowed her breathing and firmly instructed her body to get its shit together. At least as of now, Fin was in control of the way her body reacted--not him, not yet. Eyes straight forward, she listened intently, expressionless, his hands exploring as he pleased, finally resting on the curve of her ass. He knew exactly what he was doing. Every touch calculated, perfect by design, expertly placed to optimize pleasure. Fin knew one thing for sure, if this endeavor continues, he was going to play her body like a fucking flute. . .and, at the end of the day, there was nothing she could about it. And then came his questions. They had caught her completely off guard for whatever reason. What are your limits and why are you here? The first inquiry was simple: there are no limits. But the second, well, that one required a little more inward exploration. Jesus, every primitive instinct inside her was chomping at the bit to shove him against the wall and fuck him senseless. That's what she wanted. Yet, she remained silent for a moment, still contemplating her answer. That's not why you're here, Fin, she reminded herself. I want you to tie me up and fuck me proper, was the next answer that popped into her mind. Well, fucking duh, Fin. She wouldn't be standing here right now if that wasn't eventually going to happen. I want you to own my body in ways I've never imagined. Okay, she thought, that's going somewhere. Why are you here, Fin? It was something more than an orgasm. The myriad of response all led to one thing: control. In every thing she did, Fin had to have control. It was an exhausting endeavor, yes, but relinquishing control to her meant something more than a rest from decision making. She had never just /let go/. She had never experienced the imperforate feeling of subjugation. The freeing of awareness that comes only when you've surrendered everything--mind and body--to another. For the first time her eyes met his. She studied his facial expressions and mannerisms. Those fucking eyes, Finley mused. They look right into your soul, straight to your very core. Her emerald orbs held his stare for a moment before she spoke. "No limits." She paused to emphasize her seriousness with the first answer. "And what I want is to let go. Completely. To the point that it terrifies me." Make what you will of that, Dez Dickerson, but it's just about the most honest answer you will ever get out of Finley Strong.

Dez Dickerson

 The first two words out of her mouth set me off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. Either she was looking for chastising or she had no clue about my opinionated manner on all thing dom/sub. Two fucking words, that's it. I sucked in air through my flared nostrils, filling my lungs until I thought they would burst like a balloon. No limits. I exhaled out a furious rush of breath, my hand lifting and grasping at back of Finley's neck, wrapping my fingers tight as I prodded her towards the corner. "Keep your mouth shut, unless asked to speak. One hand up high on each wall. Lean forward balanced on your toes. I want that ass pointing for me. Calling for my hand." I took a step back, drinking in her form. The way her back arched in a perfect curve, a striking contrast to her straight as a board legs. the cascade of her dark hair a barrier shielding her facial expressions from me. One step forward and I was pressing my jeans covered bulge against the crack of her ass. Just enough to make her wiggle with heady anticipation. I wrapped my arm in front of Finley and began unbuttoning her shirt in the most painfully slow manner, my cock pressing harder at her backside. "No limits, huh?" I barked it out, closing in on her ear as my fingers worked at the buttons. "That isn't something you should ever say to a dominant. A lot of crazy people in the world." With her shirt now hanging loose I moved to the side. One glancing blow of my hand to her ass. "No limits?" My palm cracked downward again, an shocked audible umph of air came blasting out of Finley. "So what you're saying is that I could do anything to you that I want. I could put a collar on you right now. Make you walk around this loft like a dog. Make you bark for me. Is that what you want Ms. Strong." I lowered my hand swift and merciless on those tight as a second skin jeans of hers. A yank back at her shoulder and in on motion Finley was off the wall and shirtless. "Scat Finley...piss. You just told me those things were fine by you. No limits." I pushed her flat palmed against the walls, both hands to her stomach. Rising them higher I cupped Finley's pert round tits, my dick back to grinding on her. Yes, this was all a change of plans from my status quo. No strip down in the entryway and get to the play room today. No limits meant Dez changing things up. Maybe that's what I needed, something different, something extraordinary. I took my thumb and forefinger over what I imagined to be the pinkest areolae, taking each budded nipples for a twist and pull, both now pointing like the tip of an arrow, as if I was commanding it to happen. Which I most definitely was. "Interesting Finley. You have given me the go ahead to lock you in a cage and bring you out when I want to. Hell, I never have to let you leave this place. No limits. I could decide to own you now. Would you prefer I call you pet or bitch or what?" I kept up the manual torment on her right breast as my other hand dropped to her jeans quickly unbuttoning and dropping the zipper. My hand slid inside and over her thong, a tap tap tap of finger like her snatch was a dewy drum head. "Kick off the hooker shoes and strip down." Finley hesitated, the kind of apprehension that said is this guy for real or what the fuck have I gotten myself into. Which ever it was I wasn't in the mood for a dawdling submissive. "Now! Or else I'm going to go grab a sharpie and write "Dez's pokey ass slut" on your forehead. I can do that. No limits. You said it yourself." I wasn't waiting on her to get moving, I tugged at the band of her pants, puling them down as I heard her shoes rattle off the wall. "Good girl. Daddy likes your newfound listening skills." There she was nude before me and I wished I could see the look on her face. I would soon enough, for now I lived with my imagination and the vision of her body heaving in a combination of heart racing, breath fighting for more air, nerves edged and unsure of what would happen next. "Hands back on the wall, get up on those toes. You're getting twenty to the ass. Instead of counting them out for me like a good little sub I want you reminding me...no limits...after each one.  Boom, I dropped the first one, then the second like a thunder clap. Each one in succession with a response from Finley as her uplifted ass turned a pretty shade of crimson, the imprints of palm and fingers on full display. Finished, I fisted at her hair, a rough pull that spun Finley facing me. I leaned down eye to eye, my mouth close enough to almost capture her trembling lips. I let my voice drop deep, gravelly and domineering. "Lucky for you Ms. Strong I do not believe in the theory of no limits or else this could have gone terribly wrong. Do not ever...ever..say that to any man. That's your first lesson for today. Are we clear? And don't even think of calling me daddy." I let go of her long tresses and watched her head fall. "Eyes back up. You need a safe word also. It will be..." I had to think on that for a moment. That word I purposely wanted to be slightly off the wall. "...Toyota. I will be getting myself water, because this will be a long night. While I do that I want you marching to the play room...reciting your safe word loud enough that I can hear it. Get that sweet little ass in front of the St. Andrew's cross in there. Keep reciting your word..." I dropped my eyes over Finley. "...get one hand working over those perfect tits the other strumming that tense, ready clit I haven't had the pleasure of tormenting yet." I gave a crooked smile. "I'm assuming that pussy is wet and wanting right now. Probably throbbing in need of being filled. That'll happen soon enough." I turned towards the kitchen and made an abrupt spin back to Finley. "What are you waiting for. Get going. Now."

 Finley Strong

 She had set him off. Like a pile of fucking dynamite a mile high. As unintentional as it had been, something sick and sadistic inside Finley was mildly pleased that she had triggered him so quickly. Fin’s jaws clenched instantly when his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, one of her hands palmed the wall as instructed as she teetered on the tips of heels and arched the small of her back as deeply as she could. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She chanted, squeezing her eyes shut at the feeling of him pressed against her. His hand expertly unfastening each button of her blouse. Her mind was spiraling, reeling at the anticipation. Of not knowing what in the fuck he was going to do next with her poised like a damn show pony. . .and no limits. What in the actual fuck had she been thinking by saying that? In her naivety, she had meant it. And then the pit in her stomach resurfaced, nerves eating at her insides like a ravenous plague. The carefully devised wall she had constructed was being torn down, brick by agonizing brick, Dez Dickerson there with a sledgehammer beating the shit out of it like it owed him money. Finley sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth at the first smack; the second had pulled soft whimper from her lungs. Immediately, she pressed her lips together, swallowed hard, and fought every urge to shake her head disgustingly at herself. Damnit! Fucking damnit, Dez Dickerson, you’ve made your point! She was an absolute amateur for saying ‘no limits.’ Her eyes snapped open, his curt tug on her shoulder snapping her back to reality. The reality that this was his world—and she, quite obviously, had no fucking clue what she had gotten herself into. Then back to the wall, both hands this time. A chill ran up her spine the first time his skin met hers. Parting her lips, Finley slowly inhaled and held her breath. Yes, even the slightest of contact sparking a deep aching fire inside her. His fingers coaxing the peaks to perfect hardness. Her back bowed, pressing herself harder into his hand. Jesus, she thought, like a fucking flute. Before she even had time to digest one perfectly placed hand, the other was buried between her thighs. Shit, Finley cursed as her knees gave way slightly under the pressure of his finger. Get your shit together, Strong. Now! Her mental reorganization had caused a seconds delay. It was happening so fast. No sooner had one command been given, then he was barking the next order, all while his hands mind-fucked her body into submission. Now! He barked. With two indignant kicks, she heaved her eight hundred dollar pumps across the room to smack against the wall. So help me, Dez fucking Dickerson, I will shove that goddamned Sharpie. . .her thought trailed off with the rest of her clothing. Two rapid movements and there was nothing left to hide her flesh from his eyes. Hands back on the wall. Fin’s eyes searched the blank canvas as if it had some unspoken answer written in the cracks, her jaw still clenched tightly, lips pursed, mentally preparing herself for the impending twenty lashes. One. The sound of smacking flesh echoed off the walls like an audible aphrodisiac. “No limits.” She spat in a seething whisper. Each subsequent smack eliciting an even louder “No limits.” Each subsequent smack striking to her core. Part of her was wildly turned on by the way his hand felt on her ass, the lingering sting intoxicatingly erotic. Her fingernails dug into the wall, as the other part of Finley fought every urge to spin on her heels and introduce his cheek to her palm. With each swat Finley found herself letting go twenty times until finally, the last stinging slap was followed with an nearly inaudible “No limits.” Point made again, Dez, she mused, the tender skin on her backside now hot and undoubtedly a lovely shade of crimson. A gasp slipped past her lips as her body was twisted like a top around his fist in her hair. Her green eyes staring daggers into his the moment they were finally face to face. Her pulse raging at this point, but her expression stoic and unwavering, her upper lip curling slightly at the instruction to avoid calling him ‘daddy.’ When he barked for her to look up, Fin’s gaze remained steadfast on his face, studying him, half-heartedly listening to what he was telling her to do, rewinding what the fuck had just happened in her mind and playing it in slow motion. You’re trying to break me. To the extent that, to Dez Dickerson ‘no limits’ was an absolute abomination to the dom/sub world, she got it. Yesterday’s Fin would have promptly grabbed her shit and walked out that door butt-ass naked just to prove a point—you’re not going to break me like I’m some wild fucking horse. But today’s Fin knew better. Because, in the end, that’s exactly what he was going to do. That didn’t mean Finley Strong wasn’t going to put up a little bit of resistance. Okay, probably more resistance than he was interested in dealing with. Finley stood there, staring at him walking into the kitchen, wondering just how much Lorena had told him about her. She was quite confident that the next thing that came out of her mouth was going to get her another twenty licks or worse. Finley waited until he turned back around to face her. She strode through the main room and into the kitchen, standing close enough to him that their toes touch, her eyes capturing his. “I know you didn’t give me permission to speak. And perhaps this will be the last time I ever break that rule, but you can lay off the humiliation bit. I get it. You’re teaching me a lesson. I’ve never done. . .” She stopped herself from completing that sentence, confident that one, her ‘no limits’ response made it painfully obvious she hadn’t done this before, and two, he, in all likelihood, didn’t care. “Just. . .That’s my limit. I’m not here for you to humiliate me. I understand there are varying subjective definitions of humiliation, but I think you get the jest. Unless you get off on having me bark like a dog or scribbling rubbish on me like I’m some insignificant piece of trash. In which case, this is probably not going to work out.” With that, Finley spun on her heels and padded towards his play room. “And yes, my pussy is wet and wanting right now.” She called back over her shoulder to him. “Toyota!” Fin shouted as she rounded the corner, cupping one delicate breast in her hand, her index finger and thumb coaxing the peak to a hardness, a pulsating throb setting in warmly between her thighs as she envisioned his hand as the maestro. “Toyota!”

Dez Dickerson

 My admiration for Finley Strong would be off the charts, if she could just keep her trap shut. This was one of those rare situations where I would, in fact, break from my beliefs and jam a ball gag into her pie hole. Well, not really, I hate that shit. I must be allowed to revel in her gasps, moans and groans. Every last one of them I deserved. Yes, I will admit, she was under my skin to even make a gag a passing thought. "Toyota." I could hear it clear as a church bell chiming in a belligerent tone from her voice as I filled my jug to the brim and headed towards Finley. For the second time tonight I had a change of heart on the direction of our encounter. This time it was the crux which had fallen like a brick out of a wall from my plans. No, I had something a little better in mind for Ms. Strong. I wanted full access to her skin. Every minute curve and line that defined that magnificent, majestic body. Of course, once again I would also make each inch pay for her obstinate ways. Fall out of line and get in my face? That would come at some cost. Pain to pleasure. Earn it Finley. Entering the room I listened as she kept up her mantra, which now seemed less a safe word and more a commercial for mid-sized Japanese cars now made in America. Yes Finley, I will pound you like a Tundra being driven through a mud bog. I will make your engine red line and your tires smoke. "Enough." One simple word as I headed for the closet, grabbing a twisted bundle of rope before strolling to Finley. "Arms out, palms pressed in prayer." One hand encircled her tiny wrists, the other began the arduous task of winding the cord to perfection down her slender forearms. Her skin was vibrant and milky and my head wandered to afterward when I released Finley from her binds. The flow of blood would return full force through her veins, each ply of the rope now defined as valleys and peaks in her skin. I was feeling in a peculiar, driven to chat mood today which may be attributed to my seething anger from Finley having the audacity to confront me. Compensation. "Point taken regarding humiliation, however that is far removed from the realm of anything that would ever happen in the confines of my home. Those were...for instances." The twine was set and I ran a loop inside being certain I wanted to keep Finley well restrained. "I have a tendency to provide my point of view in an over the top style. I have always felt the strongest statement, no matter how it is taken, best proves my point. Suffice it to say, should you run across a less than accommodating dominant..." I broke my eyes from my craft and captured hers "...a shady and selfish fucker. I don't want you allowing yourself to be used. That isn't what this is about. Ever." One last cinch and Finley Strong was under my control. I looked up at the ceiling and pulled her out and away from the cross. A new device had been installed and now was as good a time as any for some usage. I had replaced the old strappado which connected to a reel on the wall with an electric hoist. Yes, I was moving into the twenty first century, forsaking manual labor for ease of use. Besides, this way I could grab the controller and have my choice of how high I wanted this lil' ol' smartass. I grabbed the controls, lowering the hook and silently raising Finley's arms straight above her. Attaching the hook to her bind, I hit the button and watched Finley rise until her toes were en pointe, the tips barely able to keep her steady, but low enough that there wasn't undue stress on her limbs. Just enough to make Finley think. To think what next and to remember who was running the show. "This is the part where that safe word comes in handy. Don't try to be too willing. Too up for anything. If you at all get uncomfortable, I want to hear it. I'm not here to ruin you. At least not in that way. I'll save that for the fucking." I lurched off towards the closet, digging through the baskets and grabbing a flogger. The right flogger. I needed to remember that she wasn't experienced, only here to give this piece of the lifestyle a try. I gave the instrument a spin in my wrist as I approached Finley, a sudden swing forward and I brushed over her taut belly, which sucked in hard at the touch accenting her curvaceous hips and protruding tits. "I want three deep breaths and heavy exhales from you Finley." I kept the flogger spinning, the black tendrils a waterfall against her ivory skin, which was now flaired with rouge brush strokes and developing a noticeable sheen. I'd have her sweating it out good momentarily, of that I was sure. "Your mind must be clear of all other thoughts. Focus. Let your gasps of pleasure ignite you into a pyre." Eloquent motherfucker. As the third breath rushed from Finley I started in, doing the counting myself one to one hundred, watching her struggle, then relax. The thought of her pussy getting worked into a fervor, dying for a frenzied explosion of exquisite sensation. "One hundred." I tossed the flogger to the floor and stalked the couple steps to Finley. My hands wandering and massaging, tempting her to writhe with delight. I dropped low, my tongue tracing the bubble of her ass, which now was heated, thoroughly covered in my marks. My hand forced between her thighs, cupping her pussy in my palm like I was holding her aloft. My middle finger dipped, stroking between her folds before diving deep, buried to the hilt. I flicked down hard on the spot I knew would bring a flowing gush of wetness from Finley and I gave my instructions. "I know what this is going to do to you. I know you will melt like a cube of if ice to my touch. I want to hear it. Tell me every detail of what you feel. But most of all. Do. Not. Let. Yourself. Come. That crashing orgasm is the one thing I own in all this. Don't disappoint me Finley."

 Finley Strong

 Those few seconds she waited for him in the playroom seemed like an eternity. The chanting of her safe word didn't help either. It reverberated off the walls as if it were a mocking reminder of his impending arrival. Finley wasn't sure just how much trouble she had gotten herself into by insubordinately invading his personal space. Perhaps that was the most nerve wracking part--the unknown. Strike that, it was the combination of the unknown and lack of control to dictate the next step. The sound of his footsteps behind her made her skin prickle with goose flesh. And as insubordinate as she had been with him two minutes earlier, her body was similarly disobeying her with each passing second. Finley's back arced responsively to his presence, her safe word becoming nothing more than soft sigh. "Enough." He barked from behind. Immediately, Finley shut up and ran her tongue across her lips nervously before pressing them together as she steepled her fingers and pressed her palms together in front of her. Her eyes followed his hands meticulously working the rope around her wrists and forearms, the sensation of restricting the blood flow to her hands causing her fingertips to tingle. Finley listened intently as he spoke, her green orbs tracing the barely visible curves of his lips until finally he paused in his monologue and met her stare for a second. Those eyes. . .they in themselves could wrestle a strong woman into submission. Her stomach sank, and the whole fucking room was silent except for the hypnotic sound of his voice and the rhythmic twisting of rope to flesh. Her body lurched forward slightly as he tugged on the last cinch--her mind absolutely clear. And that was it. No more Finley, or at least no more yesterday's Finley. She tipped her head up, her dark locks spilling over her shoulders and down her back, tensing her body as her arms were pulled taut above her head, the tips of her toes barely grazing the floor. Goodbye to the attitude formerly known as Fin. With a sighing moan, Finley adjusted her wrists to a comfortable position and looked down to find that Dez was no longer in front of her. She squeezed her eyes closed, tying to pinpoint his location in the room only to be awakened by the wisp of leather to her torso. One deep breath in, slow exhale, as instructed. The leather against her skin eliciting a plethora of responses from her as her muscles tensed with anticipation for the licks to get progressively harder. Oh yes, Dez would have his pound of flesh. Another deep inhale, the exhale so painstakingly slow that the sound of her breath echoed in her ears. Clear your mind, Fin, he said clear your mind, she repeated in her head, nodding to him slightly as an acquiescence to his command. Final inhale, exhale. Smack! Fin's body tensed, every muscle tightening. Smack! Her hands balled into tiny fists. Smack! Fin's toes curled as she exhaled slowly, a soft moan riding on her breath. By the forty-second smack, Fin had stopped counting. She had closed her eyes, hands still in white knuckled fists, but her body gave way, relaxing, absorbing the sting of the tassels, her mind wandering to the memory of Dez's hands. Rough, calloused, aggressive, but most of all, fantastically possessive. Smack! Finley cried out his name. It had been totally inadvertent, but it was the first word that came to mind. Jesus, those hands, Fin introverted once again, picturing his fingertips slipping past the cusp and dipping deep inside her. Smack! A low whimpering sigh escaped her lips. "One hundred." Fin's eyes fluttered open. What? No. A hundred? The warm feeling of Dez's tongue along her ass caused her to gasp and tense again, the stinging burn deliciously countered by a soothing wetness. And then his hand, Fin's lips parted but not so much as a peep came out as she tried to decipher if it was real or just her imagination playing her again. As she felt a finger slip into the wetness of her desire, curving perfectly, Finley moaned and let her head hang, her dark tendrils cascading down her torso. The anticipation of which nearly being enough to send her over the edge right then and there. No, this was most definitely real. She pulled her head up when he spoke again, trying to wrap her mind around his instructions while she her fought her body tooth and nail not to climax. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Finley tried to find his eyes, as if to ask for permission to answer his request to tell him what she felt. Melting like an ice cube was a fucking understatement. "M-may I speak?" Her lips finding it hard to form the words; stopping your body from coming when it was so close to fruition was like stopping a freight train with one hand. "I feel overwhelmed?" What the fuck, she hadn't meant for that to come out as a question. "L-like my entire body is going to explode. I um," Her mind raced, all of her thoughts now just jumbled nonsense swimming around in a murky abyss. "I um, God, I want to come, but I don't want to disappoint you. . ." She stopped herself from saying anything else for it would have been nothing more than rambling gibberish. So much for great detail, Dez, her green eyes looking down at her feet that were now perfectly arched.

Dez Dickerson

 Overwhelmed? Darlin' we're just getting this dog and pony show started. I'm going to overwhelm you tenfold before this night is over. Get that hot little body quaking, those knees shaking to the point that you have nothing left in the gas tank. You'll be begging me to keep you stable, mind and body, and at the same time you'll be begging for more pleasure. Overwhelmed? I want you addicted to the process. To know the perfection of your own personal freedom. "Then don't disappoint me." I could feel her walls clench with involuntary rhythmic contractions, like she was about to let loose with a torrential pinnacle that would culminate in a whimpering climax. Her ass pressed back against my hand yearning for more. My thumb sliding over her wetness until it was rubbing over Finley's back door. A press against her opening and I was in, circling against the tight ring in her back side.  My free hand went to grip her hair, ripping back to expose her neck. Head lowered, a lick of the the exposed skin, a nip, another lick back down. I caught the tight skin between my teeth and tented it, eliciting a yelp from Finley. All the while with hands raising the stakes, alternating motions, speed, pressures to both entrances. I caught a glimpse of her emerald eyes rolled back, mouth agape in a show lust filled enjoyment. Another look at those captivating eyes and I had my next move. My digits dropped from Finley and her body slumped as much as it could given the way she hung like a rag doll. I stalked to the closet and rummaged through my wares. I was back in a flash and Finley was none the wiser as to what came next.  A dollop of lube to my finger and I was slipping back inside the warm sanctity of her ass. A second finger and I was getting her loosened, prepared. She wasn't fighting me now, rather ceding herself over to me. Groans being her only responses. It was as if Finley knew I would provide what she needed and it was no longer in her best interest to fight in an unneeded show of pride. My other hand grasped at her ass checks spreading her wider to my advances. Then I gave myself a smirk. "I really love the color of your eyes Finley. I think you need an accessory to match them." My long fingers slid fast from her ass and POP, I slipped an emerald jeweled ass plug seated deep and snug inside. Finley's body shot forward in an arc of semi-resistance to the intrusion, her voice piercing the room with a surprised moan. I latched onto her hips steadying her as she settled back in. "Green's one of my favorite colors." I did a bend down admiring the anal accoutrement. "You had a damn fine ass before. Now it's...it's simply fuckable Ms. Strong. Well, fillable...for now...would be the better word." I gave a little laugh as I raised my shirt up and over my head, flinging off to the side, pouncing on Finley, spinning her towards me. The granite slab of my chest pressed against her pillowy breasts. My fingers splayed through her locks palming the back of her head. A lean lower and I captured her mouth. A dart of the tongue past her puffed lips and I met hers. Hesitant at first, I felt Finley sigh against me. Her tongue giving a devilish swirl over mine as if she had succumbed to the last temptation.  This is what I had strove for, Finley to make her own move. Show me how fucking bad you want it girl. Her mouth was doing just that. Mere words could not describe the fire that was burning, the ache that was throbbing inside Finley Strong. I dropped a palm cupping her ass, fingers pressed and twisting at the toy stuck full inside her. Enough teasing to work her up to the next level. The pain of my own molten member engorged and leaking was all I could take. I broke from Finley and moved across the room. Full view for her as I took my hand to my belt buckle. Snapping it open, unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them down the sinewy length of my legs. My dick sprang to attention catching Finley's eye. For my part I could only smile at her response. I took my sweet time walking back, my cock leading the way until I had the hoist control in my hand, lowering Finley flat footed. Unhooked, I grabbed her bound wrists and led her towards the tan bricks of the wall. At first I had her facing the bricks, her waist under my control. My feet kicked between her separating Finley wide. My palm went between her legs, five hard greedy slaps to her waiting entrance. I reached for her rope cover arm, spinning her facing me in a wicked pirouette. Smack, smack, smack. My hand bore down hard between her legs. Finley seemed lost to it all now, breathing jagged and body unsteady. A hot little fiery mess. In a swift motion my fingers were corseting her waist. A lift and her lithe form and tulip stem legs wrapped around me. I banged Finley off the wall and her tied arms dropped around my head, resting on my shoulders. I pressed her back against the bricks my mouth on hers, adjusting the bulbous head of my iron hard tumescence so that it was rubbing against the slick wetness of her excitement. Sliding up I hit her rigid, responsive clit, flicking my head back and forth across it, feeling her shimmy in response.  "This is the part where I fuck you silly. Remember the rule Finley. No coming until I say so. It's going to be mind shattering when I allow it." That was it. One thrust and I was between the stretching walls of her body, bottoming out at the place where she most ached for engulfment. Her private satin flesh a receptive, desperate dark haven of all Finley Strong's urges.

Finley Strong

 There were a million different things crashing together in the most elaborate way imaginable. For Finley, she had always been the “dom.” Perhaps not to this extent, but she was was used to running the show. If she wanted it, she took it. She fucked and was fucked when and how she said so. But now, Jesus fucking Christ. Her body was being pulled in so many directions that she hardly had time to comprehend what happened thirty minutes ago. Stop. Stop right now, Fin. Stop thinking and react. Let. Go. His goddamned hands worked her over, her hips bucked against his fingers, her breath hitching in her throat as he circled a pressure point from behind. Finley's hands gripped the rope and pulled herself up slightly, parting her thighs for him, one knee cocked to the side. The hard hand in her hair and teeth to her neck were it, she wanted to jump out of her fucking skin. Spurs to a rodeo bull, was more like it. Finley gasped a hissing breath, turning her face to Dez in an attempt to capture his mouth, but he and his magic fucking fingers were gone. With a heavy sigh, Fin’s body went limp for a second. In the second following, her body lurched forward; the penetration from behind catching her off guard. Her muscles went taut, and then relaxed, her mind trying to wrap itself around everything. With choppy breaths, Finley spiraled and writhed, concupiscent as she drank in every erotic sensation coursing through her with a raging fervor. He had done it, with seemingly effortlessness, Dez had unraveled Finley Strong from the inside out. When their lips melded together, Finley sighed heavily against his mouth, her tongue meeting his and twisted around it, tasting him fully for the first time. She leaned into the kiss, and pressed her mouth onto his hard, almost aggressively, trying to take as much of him in these brief seconds of contact that she could. His hands reached around to her ass and oh-my-god--the weight of her body proving to be a momentary hindrance as her knees gave way. Still fixated on his mouth and the way his tongue traced every contour of hers, Fin captured his bottom lip and raked it between her teeth as he pulled away. Licking the rest of him off her lips, Finley released an exaggerated exhale through her nose. Let me down, Dez, so I can rip you apart. She was ready. Dripping wet, ready, and insatiably hungry. He had teased her to the point of delirium; revving her up such that nothing existed outside the world of fucking Dez Dickerson's brains out. She had been docile for a round or two. Even asked for permission to speak. He quite literally spanked it out of her, Fin couldn't deny him that, but she could feel the finale nearing, the anticipation was unbearable, and she was going to eat him alive or die trying. He lowered her down and walked them over to the wall. With her palms flush to the bricks, Finley bent over, ass in the air, for him. Wasn't it all for him? Her skin trembling under his hands as she counted the seconds that mockingly lingered on. Each calculated move by him devised to elicit a very particular response for her. . .and it did. Every. Single. Time. Finley rested her forehead on her hands, moaning uncontrollably at the deliciously electric feeling of the smack of his hand between her thighs. A vibrating cadence rocked her shoulders forward, Fin tapping her head against her hands a few times, ardently contracting her velvety walls and biting her bottom lip, trying with unimaginable strength to keep quiet and not come. Fuck, she was so close. . .dangerously so. Don't come. Don't come. Don't you dare fucking come, Finley Strong. Spinning her like a top, Dez's hands lifted her up, Finley giving little to no resistance as her back slammed against the wall, her arms falling to drape around his neck like a noose while she vised his body with her legs around his waist. Jesus Christ, yes, Finley thought, a desperate sob exuding off a sharp breath, the feeling of his hardness slipping between her dewy lips, pressing farther up with exacting precision to message her throbbing clitoris caused her body to tremor uncontrollably with desire. Yes! At the sound of the word 'fuck' rolling off his lips, Finley's bound wrists tugged at the back of his neck as she looked up at him from behind her thick lashes with bedroom eyes. God damnit, I get it, just fuck me already! And before she could even finish the thought, with one artfully executed thrust he was buried deep inside her. "Oh my fucking God. . ." Finley whispered, her head hanging for a moment before she whipped it back up and, with a forceful yank, possessively took his lips with hers again. Raw, sweaty flesh to flesh. Rolling her hips into his, Finley held his mouth to hers with her wrists behind his neck. Her thighs tightened around him as his hands slid down the small of her back with hard fingers finally digging into the taut muscles of her ass. She arched and bowed her back, grinding her hips against his like a python slipping through turbulent waters. "Dez. . ." She moaned, his name like a fucking incantation. Curving her hips up as she leaned back, Finley pressed off his pulsing cock, almost sliding off him completely, then bucked against him, slowly lowering herself down until he was completely entombed in her milky wetness. Finley's breath hiccuped in her throat, each becoming more shallow than the last. She leaned the back of her head against the bricks and rode each of his deliberate thrusts with matching enthusiasm, small whimpering sighs transforming into cries of ecstasy. The shortness of his breath only spurring her on as she rode the prelude of her climax almost as hungrily as she rode him. I want to see it, damn you, Fin cursed him. I want to see it in your eyes, that wanting. . .that telling elation as the pupils of your eyes dilate. Give it to me, Dez. Give it to me.

Dez Dickerson

 Much consideration must be given to Finley Strong, even now as she rides me like a rodeo bull. I’m blasting another fast and frantic frenzy as her hips hinge loosely in response, her quim devouring my tool like a salacious sheath. We’d avoided the chit chat upon her appearance at the loft, but I had learned enough about her from Lorena. Finley’s eyes became hypnotic as I caught a glimpse while rocking her with a measured, insistent rhythm showing the disregard one only holds for a those that can handle themselves in such a situation.  She was more than capable, I knew that coming in. Lorena had intimated her profession, that Finley was a madam. For many that would be a judgmental moment. A madam? A whore? Not me, no interest in that. Actually, maybe a great deal of interest because it meant one thing. Whether or not she had prior experience with a dominant she knew how to handle herself accordingly. First on her agenda in any skin on skin scenario? Wild, uninhibited recklessness with the sole purpose of providing pleasure. As a madam how many women had been under her tutelage? Countless I’m sure learned this arch in groaning protest she provided. Others I’m sure had caught on to the way that protest abandoned to longing. With a grind Finley crushed down against me and those viridescent pupils brimmed with ecstasy, prodding me to give a slice of the power over to her. That’s her job, she knew no other way. With a rutting grunt I slammed upward lifting Finley in my final culmination. We moved in total harmony, her pressing down to meet each thrust as if it were the last. Undulating and rippling against me our mouths met fierce and relentless, her's as sweet as sugar. This is the sliver of time when you have to decide if holding out is better than relenting to pulsating waves of pleasure. With her breathing forced from her lungs deep shuddering and desperate I mounted my last stand resigned to defeat like Custer at Little Bighorn. Was it defeat? To admit that it wasn’t necessary to make her beg for that orgasm she was teetering on the brink of. Just the sound of my name gasped and falling from her tongue was serendipity. The most pleasant of surprises. Our open mouthed clash of tongues fell away impeded by the need to suck in every last lungful of air as spasms of delight began to rocket through us. It began.  “Come with me.” Not my usual insistent demand for her orgasm. I felt Finley lose control, that first cry of deliverance as she convulsed in a chain of spasms, milking from me the pulsing life that flooded her like hot molten lava. My weight leaned driving her one last time against the wall, breathless and dizzy as we rocket through the universe. As fast as we started, we ended. Finley clung to me her heart pounding a beat against me that slowed to a murmur as consciousness was regained. My fingers still dug in at her ass raised her, my relieved cock firmly held in her care. I stepped away from the wall carrying Finley off to my bathroom. It always goes the same. The one thing that will never change. She had allowed me to bring her to a new plateau and now was the time to show some gratitude. I rested her thoroughly worn out ass on the cool of the granite counter. Dipping down and out her arms were now in front of me as I silently released her from the ties. One hand leading the other in a smoothing massage over each curve of rope indented skin I asked if she was ok. Satisfied, I took her hand, sliding her off the counter and spinning Finley facing the mirror. Once again my hands touched at her back assessing each mark, trying to provide a different relief than we had encounter minutes earlier.  Fingers once again at her ass I jerked the plug from Finley stealing a startled gasp. I reached inside the shower running the multiple jets, letting the heat rise as I turned back to her. A lift of her chin, a brushing kiss, another question of her state. I wasn’t sending her home fucked up and unsure of what had just transpired. I could only imagine the call from Lorena. The crazy spanglish cursing me for not doing my due diligence, assailing my manhood and honor. Whisking Finley into the stall I set her in the midst of the rushing, pulsating and misting water, the soap in my hand built a lather that washed over her weary, but perfect body. “When we’re done in here it’s your choice on whether you leave or not. I’m not rushing you off.” I smiled for emphasis. “I usually build up a hell of a hunger so I’ll be making something to eat. Feel free to stick around. If you like.”

Finley Strong

 When Lorena had described what was supposed to transpire with Dez Dickerson, Finley had to admit, she had sort of unintentionally brushed it off as a sport fuck. Oh, Lorena went into great detail about his um, proficiencies. The tragic part was Finley switching on her selective hearing as Lo fawned over the greatness that is Dez. Yea, yea, tie her up, spank her tight little ass, and a roll around in the hay for some mid-day cardio. Nervous, yes. Questionable ability to meet his submissive expectations, absolutely. However, her incorrigible cockiness had, quite honestly, diluted her. How sadly mistaken she had been. So utterly naïve that it was almost laughable—in more ways than one. Because as their bodies moved together synchronically, feeding off each other like ravenous, visceral animals, grinding into one another with this tenacious tempo, one thing was unquestionably obvious. . .he had owned her unlike any one else had before. Plain and simple. Owned. “Come with me.” Her eyes heavy and glassy with desire peered up at him as if she had misheard. Three simple syllables was all it took, and, as if Dez had flipped a switch, Finley came crashing violently to a climax, crying out his name once more while aftershocks surged through her body in explosive waves. She leaned into his chest, her elbows bent over his shoulders pulling him hard against her as her fingernails dug into the sinew of his back, and drove her hips into his until she felt the warm rush of his release. Panting like a thoroughbred crossing the finish line at the Preakness, Finley rested her forehead on his collarbone planting wet lipped kisses into his hot, salty skin, the haze of an earth-shattering orgasm steadily set into her tingling fingertips. Finley descended into him as he walked them to the bathroom, her head bobbing slightly with each one of his steps as she relished the warmth of his body against hers. The cold granite revived her somewhat, heavy eyelids pressed together while he unwrapped her with almost delicate hands. The lulling hum of rushing water in the background creating this sort of serenity that she hadn’t expected. Gently, she was placed on her feet and turned to face the mirror. Even now, the slightest contact of his fingertips to her back prodding at her, apparently, insatiable appetite. Finley watched him, studying him, scribbling little notes about his mannerisms into her subconscious. What a fucking anomaly he was. A walking, talking, breathing Rubix Cube. A slight tug, and Finley was fully cognizant by the time the hot water rippled down her body. Silently, Finley let his soap lathered hands attempt to wash away some of the reminiscence of the this indescribable day. Smiling at his offer, Finley just simple shook her head in the negative and let her fingertips wander over his slippery skin, following every curve and edge of his arm beneath a cascading waterfall, basking in the afterglow of amazing sex and in how pleasantly surprised she was with him. In between musing over his remarkably perfect physique and the soapy playground for his hands, something in Finley snapped. Her fingers dropped from his arm, she stood curtly on her tip-toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips before stepping out of the shower, suds still dripping down her legs. “I hope this isn’t the last time I see you, Mr. Dickerson.” She said as she ran a towel quickly over her body, making it appoint for her eyes to meet his before her next sentence. “I had an amazing time.” Mind-blowing, mountain-moving, earthquake colliding with a tornado kind of amazing time, she was begging herself to say, but couldn’t pull herself to form the words. “Amazing.” She repeated, hoping that would provide him some sort of reassurance when her body language was screaming otherwise. What the fuck are you doing, Finley? Stop. But she couldn’t. With a nimble step out of the bathroom, she blew him a kiss, and trotted to the living room to gather her clothes. A few more seconds, and half-dressed Finley was almost out the door. Stop! This time listening to herself, and dashed to the kitchen, scouring the area for a pen and paper, finding only a crumpled up receipt on the counter. Taking her lipstick out of her handbag, she scribbled her name and number on the back of the receipt. How fucking cliché, Finley. Jesus Christ, could you be any more Cracker Jack? Why don’t you just hang your panties on his doorknob on your way out? As asinine as she felt, Finley couldn’t bare skipping out without leaving her number. At least some indication that she wanted what happened today to happen again. Perhaps it was the fact that he had shown her something life-altering today that freaked her out. He had so expertly pulled from her every possible emotion a person could ever feel in one afternoon. Without even knowing she was doing it, she had revealed parts of herself that she had sworn she locked away in some dank swampy corner of her subconscious. She told him she wanted to let go, and he had given her that. . .and so much more, most likely without even knowing that he had done so. Her body was still reeling from it and probably would be for the rest of the week. Dez fucking Dickerson, with his mysterious playroom and awe-inspiring cock. A smile crept over her lips as her red soles clicked against the concrete. It would be interesting to see just how long it would be before Fin was itching for his fix again. Soon. . .very soon.

Dez Dickerson

 I am a creature of habit. As with anything in my life I perform the role of dominant within a framework, rarely straying outside the box. She appears, I do my assessment of her, I provide what she came for, I take care of her after, I give the choice to leave on her terms. So mechanical in nature. Her and she is how it had always been, having placed that priority for as long as I could remember. A priority that was the definition of who I am, what I’d been taught and truthfully was all that I knew. Why deviate from a course that had thus far proven successful? Finley had opened my eyes. The way she picked up her things leaving silently into the night. The quiet retreat may have been her own version of creature of habit. I could only assume that being a madam she lived by the rule never get too close, this isn’t what we are about. Pleasure and pain was the name of the game, not some forced romantic illusion. Did it come as a shock upon entering my kitchen to find her name and number scribbled on the back of a receipt? Not at all. Finley Strong didn’t seem the type to go on a one time exploratory excursion to Dezville.  Would I call Ms. Strong again? I had an impetus to place myself into a new frontier, no longer setting the expectation for when and how a submissive would return. A direct beeline towards a new style, which I hoped would begin to redefine me, broadening my horizons and leaving the potential to open my eyes to what could be. Isn’t that what a journey of personal growth entails? As for Finley? Yes, I would call her again. There wasn’t a need to question that.

 ©DB/MP 2015

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Doctor I Need You: Prolouge

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / to be determined

*Please note that I am not a doctor of any kind.*

*I also apologize for any kind of typos*

Synopsis: It’s your second year being the Head Cardiothoracic surgeon at Serenity Hospital and you’re luck this year sucked. The rivalry between Heartstone Medical Center and Serenity Hospital has been going on for decades. Now they’ve decided to combine the 2 hospitals together making Heartstone Serenity Hospital. Even with the merger the doctors despise each other, they don’t want to work with the other side. When one day a train accident happens, the ER overflows with patients, you have no choice but to work with the attending Trauma surgeon of Heartstone, Dr. Lee Taeyong.

Rating: M

Genre: fluff, smut, angst, idk the whole series covers the whole lot of genres

Characters (and their roles) : can you sense my multi-fandom?

Serenity Hospital

You (Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery)

Dr. Kim Jisoo (Head of General Surgery)

Dr. Kim Seokjin (Jin) (Attending Anesthesiologist)

Park Jinyoung (Nurse)

Sohn Shownu (Scrub Nurse)

Dr. Jeon Wonwoo (5th year Surgical Resident)

Heartstone Medical Center

Dr. Lee Taeyong (Head of Trauma Surgery)

Dr. Nakamoto Yuta (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Kim Taeyeon (Attending Neurosurgeon)

Bae Irene (Scrub Nurse)

Dr. Kim Xiumin (Head of Pediatric surgery)

Dr. Park Leeteuk (Chief of Surgery)

Song(s) to play while reading:

I’m Fine Thank You - Ladies Code

Exodus - Exo

Today was another slow day at Serenity Hospital. It was lunchtime, you sat with your fellow doctors. Not one peep came out of your mouths because none of you knew what to say. Tomorrow, Serenity Hospital and Heartstone Medical Center will merge together to become Heartstone Serenity Hospital. The rivalry between Heartstone and Serenity has been going on for about 8 decades now.

The idea of even being in the same operating room of the doctors of Heartstone makes you gag. But the worst, at least half of the doctors and nurses will be fired to make room for the merger. Today is the day where you find out if you’ll stay in or be cut off.

Dr. Wonwoo broke the silence, “How many residents do you think they’ll keep?”

“Stop worrying Wonwoo, you’ll be fine,” Jisoo assured.

Just then, Jinyoung came running to table. He took a moment to catch his breath, “I heard that most of the attending surgeons will stay but they’re firing half of the nurses and residents.”

“Fuck…” Wonwoo muttered under his breath.

“Who’s dumbass idea was it to merge the 2 hospitals who hate each other together?” Jin asked, “I refuse to work with those hotshots.”

“Agreed.” We all said in unison.

We began eating in silent, feeling uneasy about who might be staying and who might leave.

Sohn Shownu came running in the cafeteria out of breath, “They posted the list! They posted the list!”

Every doctor and nurse ran out of the cafeteria to the medical board looking at the list of doctors and nurses that were staying. Running as fast as you can, you reached the medical board first and scanned the list for your name. The list couldn’t have more than 25 names, after scanning through 10 names, you sighed of relief after seeing ‘Dr. y/l/n y/n - Cardiothoracics’.

You’re relief didn’t last long when all the other doctors and nurses rammed into you trying to find their names as well.

After a couple of minutes every doctor and nurse has seen the list. There were tears of joy and sadness everywhere. You started looking for your friends. You found Jin and Jisoo right away after the sight of both of them awkwardly dancing and celebrating they were on the list. Jinyoung and Shownu were found embracing each other. God these kids are so weird.

Strolling down the hallway you finally found Wonwoo, crying.

“I thought I saw your name on the list,” You were confused.

“I saw my name but it’s strange,” Wonwoo sniffled in confusement, “I don’t understand why so many exceptional residents were cut off and I, an average 5th year resident made it. Somehow I feel as if I don’t deserve it.”

“Dr. Jeon Wonwoo, don’t you ever say that about yourself again. The world is going to knock you around plenty. You don’t need to be doing it to yourself,” You scolded him.

~~~~~~~~ The Next Day ~~~~~~~~~

Your pager woke you up in after getting 2 hours of sleep in the on call room. Today’s the day the merger’s finally happening. As you got out of bed, you took a look at the page you got, Jisoo paged you to come to the front of the hospital.

When you got there, the sight made you almost vomit. Construction workers were adding “Heartstone” to the hospital sign.

“Oh god, I’m gonna puke,” You gagged.

Jinyoung grabbed your shoulders, “It doesn’t stop here,” he turns you around to the sight of Hearstone doctors and nurses.

“I have to perform surgery with these asses?” You were livid.

“Also did you see the new Chief of surgery?” Jisoo asked, “the true definition of Mr. Pretentious”

“It also seems I have another competitor for Chief Resident too, someone named Nakamoto Yuta?” Wonwoo scoffed.

“I heard there’s another scrub nurse as well. I liked it when I was the favorite scrub nurse.” Shownu pouted.

Dr. Kim Seokjin came up to us, “What the hell are you guys doing? Yes those Heartstone doctors think they own this place but we have patients to serve. If you guys think you’re better doctors than them, then go and treat your patients.”

We all left and went to the ward. Jin is a person we all pick on because he’s so useless, but he sure is a damn good doctor.

Walking into the ER you decided to treat a little girl named Haru. You always liked treating kids.

You greeted her parent, “Hello guys I’m Dr. y/l/n y/n. So what does your child need today?”

“Oh we told that doctor over there already, she’s been having these pains on her back,” Her mother informed you.

“You already told a doctor?” You asked.

“Yeah that’s me,” it was a man’s voice, not one you recognized which could only mean one thing. You turned around to see a doctor from Heartstone. “Your daughter is just experiencing some growing pains, perfectly normal at her age”

“Thank you doctor,” Haru’s father shook the doctor’s hand. You scoffed at the doctor, he looked at you and just scoffed back, you went to find another patient.

Both of you seem to be in a race seeing who can treat more patients. Every time you treated a patient you walked passed him and you both glared into each other’s eyes. Every time he treated a patient he walked past you and very discreetly coughed the number of patients he treated. What an asshole.

After a couple of hours the ER was near empty and the remaining patients were in the process of being treated.

You both were on opposite sides of the room, he glared at you. You could feel the hatred in his eyes, of course none of the Heartstone doctors wanted this merger too. He started walking towards you, when he reached you he went and stood by your side. Both of you stood there in silence with this indescribable tension between you.

He was the first to talk, “So doctor, how many did you get to treat today?”

“10” You hesitantly responded.

The doctor turned his body and came closer to you, too close. You turned around as well and found yourselves in a staring contest, you wanted to scold yourself for thinking that this doctor was so good looking. He then proceed to show a cocky smirk before his mouth came towards your ear.

He whispered, “12. Sorry doctor, I guess you just weren’t fast enough.” You lightly pushed him away.

“Are all Heartstone doctors douchebags like you?’ You cocked a smirk back at him.

“You shouldn’t call me names doctor,” The man looks down at your nametag, “y/n, we might work together soon.”

“I’d rather set myself on fire doctor,” You looked at his name tag, “Taeyong”

Before he could fire back with some sarcastic comment, the ER doors opened with force. Paramedics were rushing in with injured people.

“There was a train crash, multiple casualties and injuries.” One of the paramedics informed you. Doctors came rushing into the ER claiming a person to treat.

Dr. Lee Taeyong seems to be giving orders to the doctors, he’s probably a trauma surgeon. Each doctor seems to be getting into pairs for 1 patient. The Heartstone doctors and Serenity doctors still keeping clear of each other. You looked around and found a patient you were kind of eager to treat, an object through her chest. You ran to the bed and claimed the patient, at the same time you saw him grab it too. Shit. Lee Taeyong grabbed this patient too.

Both of you stared at each other again, waiting for the other person to let go and find another patient until the woman started flatlining. You didn’t care anymore, even though you so desperately don’t want to work with Heartstone doctors, especially this one, you are still a doctor, an exceptional one at that. Taeyong probably had the same thought, you both started wheeling the woman to OR room 3.

[samtastic-sims]

Rats, deaths, births, cute teens & todds under the cut + @midpoosimmer being super jelly about my cute toddler xD

midpoosimmer replied to your photoset “Kodaline still finds time to garden”

oh boo hoo look at you with your toddle breweries and what not, you think you're soooo speshul. sell out! xD <3 Love her, she's so adorable, can't wait to see her little ones

midpoosimmer replied to your photoset “Torin aged up … We now have a tod in the house :D ”

ugh, you sicken me, you and your adorable sellout toddlers and your adorable game and you adorable you. ugh <3

Jealousy makes you nasty ;) lol. I HAVE NO RAGRATS IT WAS SO WORTH XD

saartje77 replied to your photoset “Kayden aged up into such a cutie!”

Wow, a cutie indeed. Me wants. ��❤

and you shall haz!! :D As soon as he ages :P

saartje77 replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed”

Nooo! Not Adley. ��

*rocking back & forth*

plumbobage replied to your photoset “Well… Grim decided to come for Keenai on Kodaline’s wedding day. How...”

���� ouch my heart

plumbobage replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed”

I am not ready for this :(

Too much pain in one week D:

igglemouse replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed”

A birth and a death so close to each other T_T

I know :( This is what happens with big families D:

igglemouse replied to your photoset “Kodaline: I’m so nervous mom, what if I trip while walking down the...”

If you trip then it will at least be memorable!

But would it be memorable in a good way ? xD

shaysugar replied to your photoset “Well… Grim decided to come for Keenai on Kodaline’s wedding day. How...”

What the hell death??!! You ought to be ashamed! Keenaii :(

Right! He’s so rude! He couldvé at least let him watch his daughters wedding!

shaysugar replied to your photo “Bleh”

She changed her pink hair! :o not that blond doesn't look good, but piiiink! XD

This happens when recolours of the hairs I want to use aren’t in the same colours xD

spellcasterr replied to your photoset “Almost done ^-^”

I love this so much babe ! Like holy fuckk mate

WEEEE thank you xD Took me a while. 

spellcasterr replied to your photoset “Torin is a wild nooboo who loves to scream and run around the...”

ILL LOOK AFTER HIM AND NEVER GIVE HIM BACK

NevvAAAR he is mine forever and ever xD Get your own! 

spellcasterr replied to your photoset “Torin’s bedroom”

This is perfect. I feel defeated

STAAAHP, EVERYTHING YOU DO IS PERFECTION YOU’RE LYING XD

selahgio replied to your photoset “Here’s the family tree that nonny wanted to see :) Blue lines indicate...”

You're going on far with this ^_^ i never make it pass one generation let alone two :/

I know it’s going further than I thought it would! xD

pxelplants replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed

Low key distressed about this ��

SAME D:

touchmypixels replied to your photoset “Torin is a wild nooboo who loves to scream and run around the...”

HE HAS NO RIGHT TO BE SO CUTE

HAVE HIM ARESSTED FOR PUBLIC OVER-CUTENESS. It’s just distracting everyone xD

simsomedia replied to your photoset “Kodaline: Soooo I wanted to tell everyone… that Tyler & I are...”

His pecker is just that able.

Dude I died xD

pixelatedwonderland replied to your photo “Preggers again! :D”

That was fast xD

I WANT 1000 TODDLERS IN MY HOUSE XD

lucasmunch replied to your photoset “It’s a boy! His name is Torin :D”

I love the nursery !��

Thank you so much! :D

mysimblruniverse replied to your photoset “Tyler is a man of many talents. He has the Painter Extraordinaire...”

Such a cute patio, it is not surprising that paints with such a happy face! Very cozy place!

Eeeee Thanks! :D I wanted a cozy painting patio :3

cyprin-sims replied to your photoset “Kodaline still finds time to garden”

Love this! It's so colorful! ��

Thank you! :D 

simgaia replied to your photo “Bleh”

Even when feeling sick, she is one of the cutest sims I've ever seen!!

She’s probably the cutest sims I’ve had! xD

zauglom replied to your photoset “Kodaline’s rocket is finished! She has to wait to use it though...”

The house looks like a small town lol ������

LOL it is quite large xD But I needed space for a rocket ship :P

authenticdragontears replied to your photoset “Kodaline’s rocket is finished! She has to wait to use it though...”

That's a doggone mansion right there! :O

It wasn’t supposed to be so big! xD

geekstersims replied to your photoset “Kayden: Mom? Dad? Can I play now? Luna: In a minute sweetie”

I'm dying laughing this is so cute!

Hehehe Thank you xD It was cute when it happened in game

simsemaia replied to your post “I am dying I am dying I am dead”

*places beautiful lily on sam* At least she died happy

I lold at this XD I would’ve definitely died with a smile on my face :P

fatpandasims replied to your photoset “Happy Birthday, Adley! :3”

She's such a cute elder! I'm so happy she will stay like this forever and never die cause somehow you made her immortal!

If only this could be xD If we had the vamp pack maybe I could’ve turned her :P

Replies regarding my rats :D

plumbpool replied to your post “Saaaam do you still have your rats??”

ohmygod!!!! *-* I'm in love with all of them!!! *-* *-*

unaggressive replied 

Omg hug them from me ��

psychoticcoven replied 

They're so chunky!!! Cuteeee

sugarinesssims replied 

They're all so cute ^_^

lavisims replied

SO CUTE!!! *__*

jalannah replied 

omfg i love pet rats

applezingsims replied

Cute fatty rattys ��

feather-sim replied 

i love koda the most* eugh typos galore

unicorninthemosh replied 

omg they're so sweet! hug them from me!

Thanks peeps! :D They’re my babies xD I always say to my mom that she better be happy with having rats as granchildren :P I’ll give my chubby rats a snuggle from all of you ;)