#I also took some pain meds for my hip and they make me a little loopy so I hope this makes sense

[alwaysmicado]

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2.9k | 18+ NSFW | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 4

Warnings: no outbreak AU, implied age gap, facesitting, unprotected p in v, creampie, pet names, Joel is the little spoon Summary: Joel is sick and your pussy's the best medicine. A/N: This one’s just cute! 🤍 After the next two parts or so, we’ll start to get into it for real. Fucking around is fun, but it doesn’t last forever, does it…

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You: How was the client? Joel: I stayed home, not feeling too well You: You need anything? Joel: Just you ;) You: I’ll be there in 30. Stay in bed! Joel: No no babe, it’s okay Missed Call Missed Call Missed Call Joel: You’re unbelievable

“Oh, come on,” you groan and lift the measuring cup towards Joel’s lips. “Why are you such a stubborn baby, huh? Just drink the fuck-”

You stop yourself when you see him raise an eyebrow, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his pale lips. He’s sitting in bed, his back supported by pillows, his head leaning against the wooden headboard panel.

Propping Joel up comfortably like this was a struggle in and of itself since this grown, successful man only sleeps with one, worn-out pillow he’s probably had since before you were born, so you also had to get two plumper ones from his couch to provide enough support for his poor back. What is it with him and refusing comfort? 

At least now you know what to get him for his birthday in September…

“Hmm, you love it,” he teases and puts his hand on your waist to pinch you lightly. 

“I would love it if you stopped fighting me and just took the damn NyQuil,” you counter and search his eyes. They’re heavy-lidded and glassy, revealing the exhaustion Joel’s been trying to fight all day.

You sigh and softly brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from his forehead. He’s running a fever and the cool, damp washcloth you put on his forehead to alleviate at least some of his evident discomfort only did so much. 

At this point, you really just need him to listen to you for once, take the damn medicine and, most importantly, lie down and give his body the rest it so desperately needs.

You look at the collection of bottles on the nightstand next to him and shake your head. Since you didn’t know what his symptoms were before you came, you stopped at a pharmacy on your way over and bought everything : DayQuil, NyQuil, a bottle of cough syrup, peppermint tea, a bunch of pain meds, Epsom salts with eucalyptus and essential oils, fresh produce to make a smoothie - hell, even a thermometer because you weren’t sure if he has one.

The only thing missing is the patient’s cooperation. 

“I appreciate your care, darlin’,” Joel murmurs, reaching for your hand to pepper your palm with soft kisses, “but I really don’t need any of that. I’m just a bit under the weather, that’s all.” 

“You’d rather die than admit you’re sick, huh,” you state with a tilted head and raised eyebrows. 

“Now that’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it,” he murmurs and nibbles on your arm. 

“Says the grown man who gagged from the tiniest sip of green smoothie,” you scoff. 

“Yeah, well, that shit was disgusting,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist so you’re straddling his lap. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

“You have a fever, Joel,” you sigh and cup his cheeks. “I’m worried, okay?” 

“About little old me?” He smiles and squeezes your hips. 

“Yeah,” you lean in to press soft kisses to his cheek. “And I need you to let me help you, so tell me what-”

“Sit on my face.” 

“Huh?” You sit back up and look into his eyes in surprise.  

“Take your slutty little pants off and sit on my face,” he repeats with a cocked eyebrow. 

“How is that-” 

“I’ll take the meds if you do,” he interrupts with a smirk, his eye crinkles giving away his genuine amusement at this genius suggestion.

You sigh deeply and look at the ceiling. How is this guy real? “And a whole smoothie,” you murmur as you get up. 

You push your shorts down together with your panties, let them fall to the floor, then climb back onto the bed to straddle Joel’s lap without the covers separating you this time. He looks at you hungrily, the fever completely forgotten as he sees and feels your naked cunt and thighs.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” he groans softly, his big hands on you immediately, gripping your ass and moving you up and down the length of his hardening cock. “Look at the mess you’re already making on me,” he murmurs, turned on by the wetness you’re spreading over his gray sweatpants. 

“You get off on caring for me, hm?” He taunts with a smug grin. 

“Oh, shut up,” you roll your eyes and capture his lips in a bruising kiss. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, as close as he possibly can, kissing you greedily. You writhe and wriggle on his lap, moaning into his mouth, your hands tangled in his hair.

He breaks the kiss to nibble and bite at the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks behind. You’re letting it slide this time, enjoying the tantalizing sensation of slight pain mixed with the soft touch of his lips and facial hair that’s causing your pussy to clench around nothing. 

You’re just going to have to wear a silk scarf or something to work.

“God, I wanna taste you so bad, baby,” Joel moans into the crook of your neck, his eyes closed. You bite your lip and hum as the friction of your movements on Joel’s pants stimulates your clit perfectly.

“You gonna be good if I let you?” You purr into his ear with a roll of your hips, eliciting a soft whimper from him. 

“You come all over my face, angel, and I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispers, his fingers digging into your sides. 

“Alright, baby,” you coo and lift your weight off his lap. “Lie down for me.”

Joel scoots down and lays his head on the pillows, looking at you intently with big eyes. You position yourself over his face, hold on to the bed’s headboard panel and lower your hips carefully. 

“Look so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles before hooking his arms over your thighs and pulling you further down. His warm breath and facial hair tickle you as he kisses your lips softly, then drags his nose through your wet folds, inhaling your mesmerizing scent and nudging your swollen clit before repeating the movement. 

You throw your head back and moan softly as he slides his tongue between your folds, lapping at your dripping hole and pushing in ever so slightly before circling your clit. Your fingers tangle in his dark curls as the vibrations of his deep groans intensify every movement of his lips and tongue.

“Fuck, you taste divine like always,” Joel breathes as he dips his tongue into your wet heat to lap up as much of you as he can. You look down and clench around his tongue when you see his blown pupils and frenzied look. His mouth moves at a relentless pace, making you squirm and tug on his curls harder. You’re so close already. 

When your moans get louder and Joel feels you grinding your pussy on his face harder to chase your imminent high, he can’t resist biting the marks already adorning your skin. 

“Ow, fuck!” You cry out in surprise at the sudden pain shooting through you. You hadn’t even noticed the purple bruises on your inner thighs when you showered and got dressed today.

Maybe it should concern you that your body hasn’t been without bruises for a few months now. But it doesn’t, if you’re being honest with yourself. You just weren’t planning on showing someone else’s marks off to Joel this time. You really weren’t. 

“Fun night?” Joel asks with a smirk before sucking on your swollen clit hard, keeping you in place with his hands splayed over your ass.

“Can’t complain,” you bite back back, or at least try to, since your voice devolves into a soft whine at Joel’s harsh treatment of your sensitive bundle of nerves. The deliciously painful feeling is almost enough to send you over the edge. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” you moan as he starts lapping at your dripping hole again, his nose rubbing against your clit with every stroke. “Feels so good, baby.” 

Joel groans with each lick to your puffy folds and throbbing clit, hooking his arms over your legs again and digging his fingers into your skin. “Please, Joel,” you whine, tugging on his hair harder. 

“Use my face, angel,” he pants breathlessly, completely drunk on your pussy. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever seen or tasted. “Take what you need from me.” 

He's bucking his hips, trying to get as much friction from his pants as possible, precum leaking out of this cock steadily. 

“I’m– oh fuck –I’m gonna come,” you moan, sliding your drenched pussy over Joel’s tongue and nose frantically. He hums blissfully, holding on to your thighs and watching your face as you arch your back and fall apart with a strangled moan. 

You come on his tongue, your hips stuttering and your whole body trembling from the intense orgasm. Joel groans as he eagerly drinks your cum and slowly licks you clean when he feels you come down again. You yelp and your hips jolt at the overstimulation when he sucks your pulsating clit into his mouth, savoring your taste. 

You lift your hips and look down at him, your chest heaving and a satisfied smile playing on your lips when you see his jaw and facial hair dripping with a mix of his saliva and your cum. He looks gorgeous like this. 

You swing your leg over Joel’s chest and lie down beside him. He turns to face you and gently traces your thigh with his warm hand, still breathing heavily. You scoot closer, so you’re flush with his body and place your bent leg between his. 

“Kiss me, Joel,” you purr as you nudge his wet nose with yours and caress his cheek with your palm. He gives you a smile before leaning in and capturing your swollen lips with his. You part your lips and allow his tongue to slip inside, feeding you your own cum. He grabs your ass to pull you closer against him, your bodies pressed together heatedly, both breathing heavily as you feel the thud of your combined heartbeat. Joel groans into your mouth softly as he rubs his throbbing cock against your hip, his hand traveling along your waist to your belly. You thrust your hips so your pussy rubs against his thigh on the bed, more than ready to come again. 

“So perfect,” Joel murmurs against your lips as he slides his hand under your shirt and palms your breast. He tweaks your hard nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you. He furrows his brow and looks into your eyes intently, his pupils even bigger than before. Every fiber of his fevered body is aching for you, to be close to you, to become one with you, to be yours.

You see something shift in his face, but can’t put your finger on what it is, so you don't say anything. 

“Can I fuck you?” He mumbles into your neck where he’s kissing and biting at you sloppily, his hand still massaging your breast and his cock screaming for release. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You breathe, your need for Joel to be alright still trumping your primal need to get off. You're an animal, not an asshole. 

“I’m more than okay, darlin’,” he reassures you with a tired smile.

“And you’re not gonna die on me halfway through?” 

“Don’t care,” he murmurs and takes your hand to press it against his erection. You rub up and down his length slowly as he slides his hand between your legs. You groan when he circles your sensitive clit a few times before sliding two of his fingers into your warm cunt. He pumps them in and out a few times before adding a third, the heel of his palm putting delicious pressure on your clit. 

“You want me to ride you, baby?” You pant, feeling your second orgasm build already. 

“Can we-,” Joel breathes, his cock throbbing, “can we just stay like this?”

“Of course,” you nod and help him pull down his sweatpants. He pulls his fingers out of you and wets his cock with your slick before removing his pants fully. “C’mere,” you coo as you draw him close to you and drape your leg over his hip. He strokes his length a few times before nudging your entrance with his pulsating tip and sliding in in one smooth thrust. He wraps his arm around you, splaying his hand on your back under your shirt, moaning into your hair when he bottoms out.

“Oh shit, you feel too good, baby,” he groans and holds on to your ass cheek to pull you toward him in unison with his frantic thrusts. “I– fuck –I ain’t gonna last long,” he pants. “You want me to fill you up?”

“Yeah,” you nod with a needy moan, your brow furrowed. Joel’s cock is hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing the muscles in your thighs and lower belly to tense and your climax to approach rapidly. 

“Tell me, baby,” he breathes, his cock massaging your inner walls with every snap of his hips. 

“I-I want you to come inside me, Joel,” you whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Please, please fill me up.” 

He can feel your walls tightening around him and your whole body tensing, so he tilts your head up by gripping the nape of your neck. “Look at me, baby,” he breathes and grinds his pelvis against your clit. It only takes a few more of his thrusts for the tension in your belly to snap with an intensity you’re never able to achieve on your own. Or with anyone else for that matter.

You come with his name on your lips, your walls spasming and contracting around his cock as you ride out your orgasm. Seeing and hearing and feeling you in such a state of ecstasy due to his touch pushes him over the edge, emptying himself deep inside of you with a breathless groan. He stays buried inside you as his cock pulses and your pussy swallows every last drop of his warm cum. 

You stay like that for a minute, limbs intertwined, skin hot and sweaty, breathing heavily, hearts pounding, looking at each other curiously. You slowly trace Joel’s eye crinkles with your fingertips, then gently run your fingers along his perfect nose before moving further down to gently touch the bare spot on his jaw where his facial hair never grows.

“What’re you doing,” he chuckles, drawing shapes on your ass and thigh with his fingertips. 

“Nothing,” you lie with a warm smile. “Just looking at the man who most definitely just gave me all of his germs and will most definitely come and clean my apartment when I’m lying in bed with a fever."

Joel rolls his eyes in mock offense and you giggle. “Told you to stay away when you showed up here,” he murmurs and slaps your ass playfully.     

“Oh, Joel,” you sigh, “you’ve come inside me so many times that our DNA is probably the same at this point.” You kiss his forehead. “I don’t care about a few germs if I get to ride your face and hear your cute little whimpers when you almost come in your pants like a teenager.”

Joel's cheeks flush with a mix of fever and embarrassment as he catches the hint of a grin on your face. “Stop it,” he grumbles, the corner of his lips twitching involuntarily. “You’re mean.” 

“And you’re impossible,” you chuckle, your hand reaching out gently to stroke his forehead and tousled hair in a soothing gesture. His eyelids flutter at your touch and a faint sigh escapes him, a small surrender to the tenderness you’re offering.

— “Thank you, darlin’,” Joel murmurs before setting down the glass on the nightstand and laying his head on the pillow mountain you’ve built for him. “I’m just gonna lie down for a bit.” 

“Alright, baby” you coo, walking over to your bag to retrieve your phone, then sitting on the bed beside him. You play a game for a few minutes, relaxing and monitoring Joel’s rhythmic breathing. He’s lying on his belly, his head turned away from you, his left knee pulled toward his chest. It’s the same exact pose you sleep in. 

In another life you might fall asleep like this together every night, two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, completing each other. You smile softly at the thought and reach out to stroke his back. 

“All your fault,” Joel grumbles into the pillows.

“Huh?” You ask, startled and confused. You thought he was fast asleep. 

“Haven’t seen you in over a week,” he mumbles. “Bad for my system.” 

You chuckle and plant a soft kiss on his temple. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Won’t happen again.”

“Just stay for a while,” he murmurs, his voice a mere whisper. You linger for a few seconds, studying his profile, before lying down behind him. He instinctively turns from his belly onto his side, so you can drape your arm over him.  

“You can sleep now, baby,” you whisper as you nestle against his back, molding your body to his contours, your warm breath ghosting the nape of his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Thank you for reading! 🤍

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hey juno…its me again🧎🏻‍♀️.

okay so porn star chan…but hes ur boyfriend. youre at his house and hes filming a lil something so youre in the living room, you start developing this reall bad migraine and youre looking for the medicine you keep at his house. the issue is, your eyes are blurry from the migraine and you cant see well so you take the first meds you see…uh oh its his aphrodisiac he takes to keep himself excited during longer shoots…

SO NOW YOURE EXTREMELY HORNY AND WHINING FOR HIM THROUGH THE DOOR AND I JUST- JUNO DO YOUR THING BOO

oh…. my God. YU?!!!!?! SHIT.

putting this under a cut for potential dub!con since reader is under the effect of aphrodisiac pills, but she does gen want chan (mood). also this got way too long and i did modify the ask a bit BUT ITS SEXY SO ENJOY:D

pornstar!chan is filming a solo video in his room and you’re looking for your pain meds, rubbing your temples cautiously while you stumble through the house. you’ve been at chan’s place more than enough times, you know your way around, but the fuzziness around your eyes is preventing you from finding the bathroom door.

eventually, you all but fall into the bathroom and pull open the medicine cabinet, finding the familiar little white tablet bottle. you immediately choke back two, feeling refreshed instantly from a placebo effect. trying to block out chan’s dirty talk and deep, gravelly moans in his bedroom, you make your way back to the couch.

it only takes ten minutes. all of a sudden, you can feel your folds slicking up with your essence, and you try to ignore it. it wouldn’t be the first time you’d had a physical reaction to chan’s moans and voice ordering out commands in one of his instructional videos. except, as you hear his video come to an end, your stomach only pools with even more heat and need and you find yourself making your way to his bedroom before you can even process it.

he’s all done up, hair slicked back neatly with his signature gel and abs covered in massage oil. it had been one of those kinda videos. he’d just shut the camera off and cleaned himself up, and his eyes look at you in surprise when you enter. he was still naked. good, you mused. “baby! i just finished, heh, did you need anything?”

you’re crossing the room and straddling his lap before you know it, feeling your wet core sopping through your thin pyjama shorts. he lets out a little ‘oof’ in surprise, before his hands are going immediately to your ass.

you’re babbling, hands running up and down his body and slicking with the excess oil. “h-had a migraine, felt so dizzy, channie, but now- fuck, need you, need you, can you go again? can you-?”

“oh, baby, of course i can. always can for you, but-“ he blinked at you, winding one hand into your hair to pull at the strands softly. you keened, grinding down into his length that was already thickening with lust again. “oh my god, no fucking way.”

he was laughing. he was laughing at you while you were practically dying with need on his lap, and you didn’t even care, looking at him in slight confusion as you worked yourself up into a frenzy on his lap. “wha- wha’ is it, channie? need- hnnngg-“

chan didn’t halt the movement of your hips in the slightest, instead bucking up into you and letting you feel the erection he was sporting already. perks of being a pornstar - that refractory period was definitely a bonus. “i think you took some of the pills i take on set, baby. that’s why you’re feeling so needy for daddy.”

at the drop of his usual title in bed, you shifted your pyjama shorts to the side, letting him feel your wet folds gliding on his length. “hnnnn- the pills? w-what? ugh, don’t care! gimme your cock daddy.”

chan’s laughing again, a little chuckle leaving his plush lips in disbelief before he’s positioning his length at your dripping hole. he grips your hips, raising you up before lowering you slowly onto his thick length, letting you feel the big stretch. you keened, immediately starting to bounce up and down. chan groaned, leaning back in his computer chair. he was in shock you’d given yourself no time to adjust, but then he knew the effect these pills had.

you continued bouncing, moaning and keening and letting your fingers dig into his thick thighs.

“that’s it, baby. good girl. let daddy fuck that need out of you until you’re creaming all around my cock, hmm?”

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♡ juno

(i’m sorry)

#juno’s asks ♡ #asks: channie #bang chan smut #bang chan drabble #user: jyu037

[i-eat-worlds]

🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

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#worlds babbles #whump #ask stuff #medical whump #medical abuse cw #gun shot wound #needles #nausea tw #carewhumper #no anesthesia #surgery tw #injury whump #drug ment tw #sorry bout the inaccuracy this was written on a bus #while I was on an adrenaline crash #witchery I’ll hopefully have yours soon #schools been kicking my ass #hope y’all enjoy #also anon sorry if some of the prompts are loose #I tired lol

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I'll Always Wait For You - Chapter 14

Pairing: Francisco "Frankie/Catfish" Morales x F!reader

Word Count: 5600+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Sorry it took me a minute to get this chapter out - I didn’t have the time and I don’t rush Frankie. He deserves all the time in the world. And then the power went out from Hurricane Ian just as I was finishing it! 

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Frankie wakes the next morning to light streaming through the front windows, causing the headache that had woken him to get worse. He groans, placing his hands on his temples and rubbing them. After a few moments, his back starts to twinge and a steady ache makes itself known in his hip. He tries to shift his body and hisses, the pain in his body increasing and it’s now that he realizes he’s on the couch. 

He fell asleep on the couch.

It’s definitely later than morning.

Fuck, Hermosa!

As he forces himself to sit up, he realizes his boots are off and stowed nicely off to the side, definitely not where he’d left them. He manages to turn his head and look at the end table near the front door and sure enough - your purse is hanging on a hook.

“Fuck!” Frankie chastises himself. How could he have forgotten to pick you up? What did he do after he got home?

His eyes widen in realization as he pats down his pockets, a sigh of relief escaping him when he finds his kit and stash still on him, seemingly undiscovered. 

How was he going to explain this?

—

It’s around noon so you decide to make some lunch, giving in to the grumbling your stomach had been doing for at least half an hour. Wondering if Frankie was finally awake, you headed out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen, stopping to glance into the living room on your way. 

He’s sitting up but hasn’t seen you yet, his face in his hands as he shakes slightly. Despite not seeing his face, you could tell he was not well. His back and hip have to be killing him from sleeping on the couch all night. You’d wanted to move him but there was no way you’d have been able to carry him all the way to the bedroom. 

More concerned than upset, you quietly head back to the bedroom and grab some pain killers and the unopened bottle of water you had set on his nightstand, just in case he’d made his way there. Frankie doesn’t stir until you touch your hand gently to his shoulder and call his name softly. 

“Frankie?”

He jumps, startled by your appearance and his eyes go wide. “Hermosa! I’m so- fuck!” his hand flies back to his head, the other his hip, and you can tell from his leaning that his back is all fucked up too.

“Here. Take these.” You shake out a few of the painkillers and place them in your flattened palm. He looks up at you like a wounded puppy and any trace of anger you may have had turns into straight concern. He takes the pills and you open the bottle of water, handing that to him as well. 

Sitting next to him, you wait patiently for him to take the meds, drinking a little more water after. He replaces the cap and picks at the label for moment before looking at you.

“I’m so sorry, Hermosa. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

You study his face for a few moments before speaking. “Are you ok, Frankie?”

He shifts a little nervously where he sits. “I uh, why? I mean my..everything hurts but uh, otherwise…I’m good?”

A pause, your eyes studying his face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

He swallows hard but nods. “Yeah. Of course.”

“And you’re sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Well, you need to take a bath. That hip of yours is not going to be your friend if we don’t relax it. I’ll pour you one. Give me a minute.”

You get up and head to the bathroom to start the tub, completely missing the terrified guilty look etched across Frankie’s face.

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A few weeks later, you decide to surprise Frankie with lunch while he’s at work. He’d been working longer hours, getting in more flight time when Aurelia isn’t there, and he’d been looking so tired by the time he’d get home. Although sometimes, he’d find a burst of energy from somewhere, practically pouncing on you the moment he walked in the door. 

Picking up some take out from his favorite place, you head to Flyboyz and park, seeing Frankie’s truck and…is that Elizabeth’s car?

Grabbing the food, you attempt to school your expression, wondering what you’ll be walking into. The moment you open the door, a small force of energy collides into you, nearly taking out your knees.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry ‘Mosa!”

Aurelia blinks up at you as she tightens her grip on your legs. “I miss you!”

“Oh! Aurelia! I missed you too. This is a surprise!”

She nods vehemently. “Mommy and I surprise daddy for lunch!”

“Oh?”

She nods again. “Yup!”

“Well..I…bet he loves seeing you! Um…Aurelia?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna need my knees back.”

“No! My ‘Mosa!”

A deep voice comes up behind her. “No, I believe she is my ‘Mosa..HERmosa! Dammit Benny!”

Frankie playfully argues with Aurelia for a moment before moving quickly, catching her off guard and tickling her, screams of laughter erupting from her tiny mouth. She lets go of your knees instantly, turning instead to retaliate and try to tickle Frankie back. You watch them play for a moment before Frankie calls a truce. He walks back over to you and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“What uh…what are you doing here?”

“I can’t visit you?”

“No! That’s not what I meant, I just…is everything ok?”

“Yeah. I just brought you lunch.” You hold up the bag and shake it a little to show Frankie. 

“Oh. From Hattricks? Thank-”

“Frank? Did you want your pie- oh. Hi.” Elizabeth had come out of the back room, a slice of pie on a plate in her hand. 

You look at Elizabeth, not surprised that she was here as you had seen her car, but surprised there was lunch.

Frankie blushes as if he’d been caught. “Ah, no. I think I’m good. Take it for Aurelia. Thanks.”

Elizabeth gives him a smile. “She’ll love it. I’ll just…go wrap it up.” Elizabeth turns and heads back into the office and you can hear the sounds of paper and containers being cleaned up.

Turning to look at Frankie you find that he doesn’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess you don’t need this then.” 

“No - no I’ll eat it. I-”

“Frankie, I’m not going to have you eat 2 lunches. It’s ok. You didn’t know I was coming. I’ll save it for later. Oh, why is she here?” The last part of your sentence you had whispered, not wanting Aurelia nor Elizabeth to hear.

Frankie shifts nervously, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “Uh…she brings Aurelia to eat lunch with me sometimes.”

Eyebrows raised, you reply “That’s awfully nice of her.” 

“I-I’m enjoying the time I get to spend with Aurelia. She’s so cute. She’ll tell me all about what she packed for us that day and why-”

“Wait…how long has she been coming?”

Frankie pales. “Oh. Um…a…bit?”

“How long’s a bit?”

Footsteps come out of the office and Elizabeth comes into view holding a lunchbox and small cooler. Aurelia stands next to her holding her own lunchbox, Frozen plastered across the front. 

“Same time tomorrow, Frank?”

“Uh…” Frankie looks from you to Elizabeth and back, uncertainty etched in his features.

You look down at Aurelia and see a hopeful look in her eyes as she stares up at her dad, waiting for him to say yes.

“Make sure to pack him something special tomorrow, Aurelia!” You’re not sure where it comes from, probably the love you have for that little girl, but you manage to choke back the bile rising in the back of your throat just to see her smile wide.

“I will! I promise, ‘Mosa!”

She runs up as Frankie leans down, giving her a hug. “See you tomorrow!”

Aurelia runs towards the door, spinning on her heel to wait for her mom. As you turned back to Frankie, you see Elizabeth hugging Frankie too, a light kiss pressed to his cheek. She pulls back and looks directly at you, a soft smile on her lips. “See you around.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Aurelia follows her mom, waving to Frankie before she hops into the car and they drive off. The room is completely silent now, except for the ringing in your ears that’s getting louder by the second.

“Hermosa, I-”

“How long, Frankie?”

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “A few weeks.”

“A few weeks,” you whisper, choking back tears. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you that I was getting to see my daughter for lunch every day?”

“Tell me that she was coming here and being all…nice or whatever all of a sudden.”

“What? Elizabeth is fine-”

“That’s sort of my point, Frankie.”

“She just brings Aurelia so I can see her.”

“Which is fine, but..Frankie come on. She gave you a hug? And a kiss?”

“It was on the cheek!”

You scoff, looking away from him for a moment. “Frankie, if you think that those hugs and kisses are innocent, you have to be the biggest idiot on the planet.”

“She’s just being nice because we have to co-parent.”

“Since when has she been nice, Frankie? She’s always fucked with me and you. She hates me. Fuck, she divorced you while you were in a coma! She should’ve been supporting you! And now she’s decided to be nice?”

Frankie holds his hands up. “It’s not like that, Hermosa. We discuss Aurelia and parenting. Things we have to do as co-parents.”

“Which I understand-”

“Then why are you mad?”

“Because you were having lunch with your ex wife for weeks and didn’t tell me!”

Frankie falls silent, his brain seemingly searching for something to say. “I…wasn’t sure how’d you react.”

A laugh comes from somewhere inside of you, a laugh of pure disbelief at the audacity of this man. You’re so mad words fail you, so instead, you shove the bag of food at him, Frankie barely catching it before it falls to the ground. 

“I asked them for extra pickles because they’re your favorite.”

Turning on your heel, you quickly head for the door and push it open, marching towards your car, ignoring your name being called out as Frankie tries to catch up to you. But before he can reach you, you’ve pulled out, driving off down the road and not daring to look into your mirror, because if you did, you know you’d turn back around.

-------

“He what?” Santi asks as you sit across from him in his living room, sipping a beer that he’d offered the moment he saw your face.

“She’s been bringing him lunch, every day, for weeks.”

“They do have to co-parent.”

“You didn’t see the hug, Santi. And the kiss..” You take another swig of your beer, hoping to quell whatever was going on in your stomach.

Santi nods. “You’re right. It’s not right that kept that from you. I…doubt he thought that far ahead.”

“I mean, I get wanting to see Aurelia. And the whole co-parent thing. I do. I just…” You sigh, setting your beer down on the coffee table. “I just wish he’d told me.”

Santi sets his beer next to yours. “He really should’ve. I’ve known Frankie a long time and if the tables were turned? He would’ve reacted worse than you. I’m surprised you didn’t knock her out.”

“Can’t do it in front of Aurelia.”

Santi chuckles. “That’s true. But, Hermosa…he’s gonna have to see her again. They do have a kid together.”

Placing your elbows on your knees, you bury your face in your hands. “I know.”

“Come here.”

Santi pulls you to him, wrapping you in his warm embrace. He’s not Frankie, but Santi has always been able to calm you down, always been there for you. 

“You’re a great friend, Santi.”

“Your best friend, right?”

“Don’t tell Benny.”

Santi laughs, his whole chest vibrating with it and you can’t help but smile. Pulling back, Santi meets your gaze with his own, your laughter dying off as he continues to stare into your eyes. What…is happening?

“I think I need to go talk to Frankie.”

“Yeah…Yeah that’s a good idea.”

“Thanks again, Santi.You always know what to say.”

“That’s me.”

Santi walks you to the door, offering his arm for you to grab while you balance to put on your shoes.

“How has Frankie been? Other than this. His allergies go away?”

“Uh…well his hip still bothers him, but that’s what he gets for passing out on the couch so much.”

“He sleeps on the couch?”

“I don’t tell him to. I just sometimes find him there after a long day at work.”

Santi nods, his eyes pensieve. “And his allergies?”

“Um…they come and go.”

“Does he have them more or less than the bbq?”

“Allergies?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh…I’d say more. A few days he might not have them but now you mention it, it is more. Why, do you know something I don’t? Is he allergic to something he hasn’t told me about?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should ask him. So you know.”

There’s a look on his face, a I know something look.

“Santi-”

“Have a good night, Hermosa. Talk to Frankie.”

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When you pull up in his driveway, you see Frankie’s truck already there. Pulling out the key Frankie had given you, you unlock the door and step inside quietly. The tv is on, some random movie on low volume, and a delicious smell is coming from the kitchen.

Kicking off your shoes, you head to the kitchen and see no one in it, but the timer on the oven set for another 40 minutes. Smells like Frankie’s famous lasagna.

Turning, you head down the hall towards the bedroom, gently pushing open the door just as Frankie comes out of the attached bathroom. He sees you and starts, a small yelp escaping him as he rubs his nose and sniffs. 

“Weren’t you in Delta Force?” You ask, holding back a chuckle.

“Yeah but I fought people that were way louder than you.”

A silence passes between you, stretching on for several long moments. 

“Hermosa, I’m sorry.”

You look at him, seeing him try to get his weight off his still healing hip and sigh, giving into the love you have for him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you pat the space next to you. Frankie hobbles over and sits down, opting to leave his cane by the bathroom door. 

“Do you understand why I was upset?”

He nods. “I..I shouldn’t have kept that from you.”

“Then why did you?”

“I…I didn’t think you’d understand.”

“What?”

Frankie takes a slow inhale. “I mean, look at how you reacted. You have an automatic hatred towards Elizabeth and yeah I mean it’s rightly earned, but…I wasn’t sure if you’d be ok with it and I just…I missed so much time with Aurelia and getting these little lunches with her, I just-”

“Frankie-”

“-she’s just growing so fast and I want to take any time I can get with her and-”

“Frankie.” You place your hand on his thigh as he turns to look at you.

“I get that. I do. I would never stand between you and Aurelia. That’s your daughter. And an amazing kid at that. You just have to tell me these things are happening. I want to be involved in your life…if that’s still what you want?”

His eyes go wide. “Yes! Hermosa, I love you and I want you always.”

“Then you have to tell me about things. No matter how you think I’ll deal with something, ok? I mean imagine if the tables were turned.”

Frankie’s eyes scan down your face for a moment. “I’d be pissed.”

“Exactly. I don’t trust her, Frankie. Not with you.”

He studies your face a moment longer. “You’re right, Hermosa. I should’ve told you. I promise, nothing has happened between us and nothing will. She treated me like shit all those years and I put up with it because of Aurelia and-” He cuts off his sentence abruptly. 

“And?”

“And….because I had no one else to go to.” He looks down at his hands in his lap, his fingers rubbing and picking at each other.

“You always had me, Frankie.”

“Except that I didn’t. You…left.”

He was right. No matter that you did it to try and quell some of the fighting between them and give them a good shot, no matter that you told him you’d always be there for him, you still had walked out. It’s a memory that still plagues you to this day, the way he pleaded to you to not leave, his eyes, big and brown and watery, having to leave him just a few moments after he became a dad. 

“It was only ever you, Hermosa.”

Anger forgotten, you grip his shirt, pulling his head to you and kissing him deeply, ignoring the stale taste in his mouth. He’s surprised but rallies quickly, his tongue quickly pushing its way into your mouth, his hands sliding around your head, holding you to him as he kissed you back. Without breaking the kiss, he pushes you down on your back, hovering over you from the side as he slides a hand up, pushing your shirt up your chest, palming at a boob over your bra. You let out a small moan and he does too, that same hand now sliding down your stomach, fumbling with the button on your jeans. He pops it open, wasting no time in sliding his hand under your panties, touching you exactly where you want him. 

You let out a breathy moan that he swallows up, rubbing gentle circles into your clit before sliding his hand down further, pushing 2 fingers inside, his palm applying the perfect amount of pressure to your clit. A whine tries to escape you but he’s there, kissing you even deeper than before as he brings you to the edge and pushes you over. You come, crying out into his mouth as your body starts to twitch with overstimulation. Frankie chuckles, kissing your now open mouth lightly on the lips before sitting up and yanking your pants off in one motion. He pushes his own down, his hard cock springing free from his pants and suddenly you’re overcome with the need to have him inside you. 

Spreading your legs wide now that your pants are off, Frankie moans and moves between your thighs, pumping himself a few times before sliding through your folds, thoroughly coating himself in you before pushing in. 

A grunt from both of you and then he moves, frantic in his need to be inside of you, his need to fuck you. You meet his eyes and desire passes between you and Frankie realizes that you need this just as much as he does. Grabbing your wrists, he pins your hands down on either side of your head, feeling your wrap your legs around him as he starts to fuck you, a rough pace slamming the headboard against the wall as you cry out with every thrust. A few extra deep thrusts of his hips later and you come again, screaming out as your body tingles, your head rushing with your orgasm as you feel Frankie come close behind, hips sputtering into yours as he lets out little grunts with each sporadic thrust.

A few moments goes by, the only sound in the room your heavy breaths. Frankie goes to move and hisses, throwing his weight on his bent arm on the bed. 

“Frankie?”

“My hip. Just need…a sec…” He struggles some more before you stop him.

“I have an idea?”

He looks at you, anger flashing behind his eyes. “I can do this, Hermosa.”

“I promise you’ll like it.”

Curiosity replaces the frustration on his face. “I’ll allow it.”

You chuckle and Frankie grunts as you squeeze his overstimulated cock. “Oops! Sorry!”

“So far, not liking this.” A soft smile on his face tells you to proceed. 

Wrapping your legs securely around him, you wrap your arms around his back, holding his head to your chest. “Liking this a lot better.” He says, his voice muffled by your boobs.

“Shut up. Ok, I need you to hold me like you’re hugging me, ok? But don’t tighten your hips.” 

He nods and you start to move, feeling him wrap his arms around you as you roll him slowly and gently onto his back, you straddling him. Sitting up, you look down at him, your eyebrows raised in question.

“You’re right. I do like this.” He grips your hips and starts to move them and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Hold on there, flyboy. Your hip needs rest.”

“I’m fine.”

You lean down, your fingers gently scratching up his chest until you’re face to face with him. “If you’re a good boy, I promise to fuck you into this bed later. Deal?”

Frankie’s eyes darken and he nods enthusiastically. “Deal.”

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Seeing Elizabeth at Frankie’s work was not something you liked, but you knew that he needed this and that they needed to be able to co parent. Elizabeth seemed surprised when she was allowed back, and even offered to bring you a lunch. Which you turned down because you don’t trust this woman even when she’s standing in front of you, let alone if she’s in charge of your food.

But she’s…different. Pleasant, nice, friendly. Even to you, which makes you more suspicious, although you don’t say anything directly. 

--------

About 2 weeks later, Will and Stacy were finally ready to have everyone over to meet their new baby, Charlie. Everyone pitches in to bring something to eat so the new parents didn’t have to cook. 

The look of pure love in Will’s eyes as he looks down at his new son and the admiration towards his wife was nearly overwhelming, causing tears to well in your eyes as you took them in. Liam was definitely proud of his little brother too, being a big helper to his mom and getting whatever she asked him to. 

Since Charlie was still so little, Stacy didn’t want anyone else besides her and Will to hold him, which you all completely understood. Instead, you all got a chance to dote on them all, even though Will kept trying to stop it.

“Will, let us BE!” You laughed, pushing him back towards the couch where Stacy was sitting and chatting with Benny, who was icing a black eye from a bad fight that he totally won if you asked him.

Dinner served and eaten, Stacy thanked everyone for understanding about not holding Charlie just yet and for coming over, especially with food. As the night wound down, Stacy and Charlie disappeared so she could start bedtime, Liam following behind her to help with bathtime. Everyone else started cleaning up to get out of the new expanded familie’s way. 

“Oh hey, Hermosa-” Will beckons you over to him, out of Benny’s earshot.

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to thank you for being at all of Benny's fights and takin’ care of him. I know I usually do it, but-”

Shaking your head, you place a hand on his arm and squeeze. “It’s ok, Will. He’s my friend too.”

He smiles, glancing down before he looks back at you. “Will you be there this week? His opponent is…rough. And I won’t be able to-”

“I wouldn’t miss it. Thanks for the heads up though.”

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Will was definitely right about the opponent. 

Benny may have technically won the fight, but he was far from alright when it came to his injuries. More than just a busted lip and black eye, you had to wrangle him into your car, demanding he be checked out at the hospital. Sure enough, he had broken a rib and his nose, along with dislocating his shoulder and several other more minor injuries. 

You spent most of the night in the hospital and drove him home the next morning, Benny nearly passing out from the pain killers. He was definitely more handsy on them, reaching over to rub your thigh several times before you told him you’d break that arm too if he didn’t stop. 

Helping him inside, you manage to get him to his room and have him sit, yanking his boots off for him as he tried to stay upright. His shirt was torn and ratty, having never changed from the fight. Sighing, you helped him out of that too, careful not to disturb the bandages. Once you managed to get him into bed, his large hand closed around your wrist, big blue eyes staring up at you.

“Stay with me, ‘Mosa?”

Seeing the true pain that he was trying to hide behind his eyes, you nod. “Of course. Let me text Frankie to let him know.”

After you texted him, you checked Benny one last time before you started for his door, intending to sleep on the couch a bit and give Benny some space. 

“No, ‘Mosa. With me. Please?”

“Ok. But you have to promise me not to let your ass get this beat again.”

“I won that fight.”

“Yeah, yeah. Scoot over, Mr. Winner.”

He chuckled a sleepy chuckle as you kicked off your shoes and slid into the bed next to him, sleeping just like you had when you were roommates and would pass out next to each other. 

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A few weeks later, Santi has everyone come to his place. While he was having a cookout, it seemed like there was more, like he had some big announcement. Once everyone had started eating, Santi cleared his throat. 

“So…I’m going to Colombia in a few weeks.”

“For a vacation or?” Benny asks, his fork paused halfway to his mouth.

“For…a few years. At least.”

Everyone went silent, staring at him.

“What do you mean?” Somehow, you managed to find your voice first.

“Well, you know I’ve always wanted to go back to my mother’s homeland. I got an in with the policia and they’re taking me on. I finally get a chance to do something with this training we all got.”

“Won’t it be dangerous?” You ask, worry in your tone.

Santi nods, palm scratching at the back of his neck. “Yeah, probably. But I can do something good-”

“What about your neck?” Frankie asks, finally finding his voice. “And your knees?”

“My neck will be fine. I mean, I might need surgery in a couple years but I’ll be ok. This is a good thing, guys. I get a chance to help the people there empower themselves against these Narcos assholes. Please, I want this. Please be happy for me?”

After exchanging looks, Tom nods. “I get it. Take care of yourself, man.”

Everyone takes turns patting him on the back and giving him a hug, except you. Grabbing several plates and dishes, you quickly head inside to have a moment to yourself. It’s not surprising that Santi wants to do something with what he had learned in Delta Force, and he doesn’t have family ties here, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt to lose your best friend (outside of Frankie). 

“Hermosa?” Santi closes the sliding door behind him, walking a few plates over to where you’re standing by the sink.

“Hey! So uh…congrats? I guess?” You wipe furiously at the tears that suddenly came on once you locked eyes with him.

“Oh Hermosa, no tears for me. I’m not gone forever.”

“3 years in that sort of…climate. Might as well be.”

Santi sets the plates in the sink and turns to you, pulling you tight into him, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll always be your friend, Hermosa. There’s no way you’re getting rid of me.”

“I never want to get rid of you, Santi.”

“Well that’s good to know.”

“You’re gonna find some Colombian girl and forget all about me. 

You pull back slightly and look up at him, the jesting smile fading from your lips as his dark eyes meet your with that same look they did weeks ago when you went over after finding out the whole Elizabeth lunch thing. His eyes briefly dip to your lips and back as the weighted silence between you stretches on. There was a time where you had a crush on him, especially once Frankie got married. But that was just displaced emotions, right? A crash from outside followed by “BENNY!” breaks the tension and you laugh nervously as you separate, feeling his fingers trail after you briefly. 

“Better go see what he broke now.”

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Many fights and practices later, Benny was improving and avoiding most major injuries. Will started coming back to fights and you took turns making sure Benny was ok. While he grumbled he could take care of himself, you knew he loved the attention that you and Will give him.

Frankie on the other hand, something was definitely up with him.

After your talk about Elizabeth, things seemed to settle, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what was rubbing you weird. You asked about any allergies he may have and he was very defensive in his answers, even telling you that you’re imagining his sniffles and occasional nose bleeds.

But it was more than that. His whole personality was just…different. Granted, he was working late most days when Aurelia wasn’t here, staying late with Rick to get the most flight time in. Some days you’d see him come home so tired that he’d pass out on the couch and screw up his hip and back. Other days, he would be so excited to see you, vibrating with excitement when he saw you, often driving out to your apartment on the other side of town just to see you.

Something wasn’t right. 

After one of his more excitable nights, you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth when you remembered Elizabeth’s letter from the hospital - and how it had mentioned drugs. You had never brought it up to Frankie, telling him to adjust and come to you when he was ready, but honestly you’d completely forgotten about that. Could he be on something? It would explain a lot, and you suspect that Santi may have figured this out a while ago. 

“Frankie,” you call to him as you exit the bathroom. He was sitting up on the bed, shirtless, scrolling quickly through his phone.

“Mmm?” He doesn’t look up, whatever is on the screen continues to hold his attention.

“About Elizabeth’s letter..”

“What letter?” He still doesn’t look up.

“The one she wrote you.”

“She doesn’t write me.”

“In the hospital.”

That got his attention. 

His eyes snap to yours. “What..what about it?”

You walk over and sit on the bed, legs dangling off the side as you angle your body towards him. “It’s just…she mentioned…”

“What? Said what?” He was getting frustrated.

“She mentioned…drugs.”

Silence.

“Ok?”

You pause, trying to pick your words carefully. “And..well we never discussed it-”

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

“I think there’s a lot to discuss-”

“Well you weren’t there so it doesn’t matter.”

Ouch.

“Even so-”

“I’m not talking about this.” He’s shifting nervously, but he’s obviously pissed.

“I’m worried about you.”

His brown eyes find yours finally, hardness and anger in them. “Worried about me? Why?”

Taking a deep breath, you calmly go into it. Telling him how you’ve found him sleeping on the couch often despite it hurting him, his personality changes, even the nose bleeds and sniffles, all of it. His face hardens the more you speak and you brace yourself for anger, which is really just proving your suspicions right.

“So you think I’m on drugs?”

“I don’t know, Frankie. All I know is you’re not you.”

“How the fuck would you know who I am?”

"Excuse me?"

"You left. You left me. You have no clue who I am anymore."

His eyes show some hidden guilt, like he regretted what he said, but he didn't say anything else. 

"The way you're behaving right now tells me that something is going on."

"Maybe if you didn't spend so much time at Ben's house, then you'd be able to know me better."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Anger flashes in his eyes. "You're there nearly every weekend, sleeping over-"

"Because he was injured!"

"-doing whatever the fuck you do while there and I'm supposed to just-"

"What did you just say?"

He swallows hard but he's said too much to back out now. "I don't know what the fuck you actually do while you're there!"

"I nurse him back to health and make sure he actually wakes up."

"I bet you do."

Pure shock must be on your face because you know you feel it. "Benny is like my brother."

"Which makes this worse."

"Makes what worse?"

"You're fucking him I know it!"

Regret washes over his face as he says it, but you don't care. The audacity of this man to even think this just overwhelms you.

Standing, you grab your bag and speak quietly. "I would never. Fuck you, Francisco Morales."

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okay I feel like my vet med posts are usually annoyed or stressed so here is an incomplete list of fond memories from work

the stray dog found across the street from my second internship, who came in trembling and shying away from anyone who looked at him, and became a different dog in the span of three hours--once we cooled him down, got a meal in him, and shaved out the most painful sections of matting, he was cuddling up to us. he got adopted by a friend of the person who found him and came back to us a few weeks later for vaccines with a proper haircut and wagging his tail on the way in.

the pit who took four people for an ear cleaning--one holding her hips, one holding her chest, one furiously rubbing her face to distract her, and one doing the actual ear cleaning--not because she was aggressive or hated having her ears touched but because she was so overwhelmingly excited to meet new people that she could not stop wiggling. like, whole-body, bang-her-hips-into-your-legs wiggling. while trying to lick our faces. she was a pain in the ass and I loved her so much.

the old lady parrot who stayed at my hospital for about two weeks and was very cranky but also loved being pet--she would make a big show of holding your finger in her beak before asking you to scratch her neck.

the baby deer at my first internship who was born healthy but too short to nurse and had to be bottle-fed. it was touch and go initially but once she started putting on weight I swear she got bigger and lankier by the day. my last day at that internship was the week they were preparing to reintroduce her to the herd--I wish I'd gotten to see that, but I'm told it went well <3

we stay close to our animals' heads when they're coming out of anesthesia so that we can extubate them immediately if they wake up dysphoric and try to thrash (which can damage their throat if the tube is still in). occasionally, the first set of things that particularly sweet dogs do when they wake up is open their eyes, see us standing right there, and start wagging their tail.

the silk-soft tripod cat whose meow could be heard across the clinic. not a scream or a yowl, her normal everyday meow. three of us heard her and immediately pulled out our phones for video.

resuscitating neonates after a c-section is about 2% getting their airways clear and 98% harassing them into actually breathing. it takes forever and you have to keep at it for a while even after they're moving, until you're sure they won't crash if you let up, and at least this early in my career, it's scarier than CPR in some ways. they're deathly still for far longer than it seems like they should be, and the first time I did it I was terrified that I was doing it wrong and the puppy would never wake up. but then she yelled up at me with this piping little voice and I could have cried out of relief-affection-delight. it was an honor and I love her and I hope she's having just the absolute best time being a puppy out there.

#it's been honestly a dispiriting couple of weeks. but I do love my work even when my job is driving me up the wall. #in which Ruth makes text posts #I need a vet med tag

[parkerluvsu]

OK OK can u actually imagine how cute it would be where virgin reader just got fckd hard last night and new they cant walk and yelena just 😭😭 “aww poor baby lemme carry u”

a/n: this is such a cute idea you had anon!!! (this is kinda adding onto the virgin reader fic i wrote a while ago, ill link it at the bottom!)

cw/tw: yelena x gn! reader, just a soft morning with yelena after she fucked your brains out ♡

poor baby (yelena x gn!reader)

you were tucked deep beneath the soft covers, your head pressed deep into your pillow. not wanting to fully wake up after the exhausting night you had, you thought you would just lay in bed in peace.

 sadly, your sore muscles from last night had other plans, hitting your hips and legs with pain. you groaned, scrunching your body up into a fetal position. your movements startled a sleeping yelena, who until about 30 seconds ago, was hugging your sleeping figure. "mmh? hey baby are you okay?" yelena looked down at you with tousled hair from the long night before, making you smile. "yeah im okay, just a little sore.." yelena nodded, reaching down and placing a hand on your lower stomach, "does it hurt here?" you nodded, adding, "yeah it hurts there, n' my hips hurt too" yelena brushed your hair out of your face, "that's normal after your first time don't worry, although i think i may have gone a little too rough, im sorry" you kissed yelena's hand. "it's okay, it was really nice, even if i have to deal with the soreness afterwards" yelena smiled, lifting the covers up so she could get out of bed, though you didn't know how she could do so, you never wanted to leave the warm and safe heaven that was your bed (also with the soreness in your lower half, you didn't think you had any other choices than to stay in bed). "im going to go get you some pain meds okay? ill be back in a sec angel" you nodded and she walked to the bathroom. you heard her gasp, followed by "you didn't tell me my hair was this messy!! i look like such an idiot!" you giggled, "it doesn't look bad yelena it looks cute!" she walked back in the room (her hair now back to its normal look of put-togetherness), "i went into all that trouble to get your pain meds and i find out you didn't tell me i was walking around with my hair looking like a rats nest? you're unbelievable sweetheart" you laughed with her, sitting up and grabbing your water to take the pain relievers. "you know it's your fault im all sore like this! im practically on my deathbed" you sighed dramatically. yelena shook her head, sitting back down next to you. she took the water glass from you after you had finished. "i think a nice warm bath would help you relax baby. would you want to take one with me?" yelena asked you. "mhm that sounds really good!" you said as you pulled yourself out of bed. you tried to stand, but your shaky legs just wouldn't allow it. "..yelena? i.. don't think i can walk. would you pretty please carry me to the bathroom?" yelena smiled and knelt beside you, "aw you poor baby, let me carry you yeah?" you nodded, letting her pick you up and carry you to the warm and comforting bathroom, filled with your favorite scents and a few candles. "thank you yelena, this looks so nice" you said while you kissed her cheek.   "anything for you"

link to the virgin!gn!reader x yelena fic: (nsfw) https://parkerluvsu.tumblr.com/post/681844944134193152/yelena-and-virgin-reader-please

#parkerluvsu #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot fluff #yelena x reader #yelena fluff

[juminsmysticmc]

hii! would u mind writing about rfa and mc doing yoga together? i bet it would be fluff:)) if u already did it, sorry! have a good day!

RFA doing Yoga together with MC

Hello there! How was your day? I hope that you can enjoy this HC, please share your thoughts on it! Also, I wanted to share that I did do Yoga when I was back in School and it really helped me to get through Exams! Now, here’s my writing!! Also, for Jumin’s HC I watched this video, please give it a like and some love!

Jumin

Your husband was more than happy when he found out that you were pregnant, although he noticed pretty quickly what the little pains of this process were.

You could hardly sleep and even though you weren’t that far into your pregnancy, you had shortness of breath.

Jumin, being the over caring husband and soon to be father, quickly found out what he, as a bystander, could do.

,,A yoga instructor?’’ you asked him, when he took his day off and came back home with a woman and three big mats.

,,Yes, my wife. I found out that this can help you, it can decrease pain and nausea as well as the headaches you have been having recently,’’ he told you, his big hand touching your pale cheek.

,,Well, I’m not sure if it will help me, but why not try it?’’

Of course the older woman made it clear to you that for you to feel any improvements it would take regular appointments, but promised that she never ever had any bad experiences.

And so, the both of you quickly started.

,,First, some stretches,’’ the older woman said, showing you what to do.

Jumin was paying attention the whole time to what you were doing and always tried to make sure that you were comfortable.

The first pose made him a bit nervous, but seeing that he was your balance, quickly helped him to feel better while doing the poses.

,,Both hips will touch each other's hip while the hands are around your waist,’’ she said as the both of you were standing in front of her, hugging each other with one hand.

,,And now the tree pose, the outer foot touching the inner knee of the other leg. Try to make your bent knee look to the outer side as much as possible as you try to find your balance,’’ she said.

To the surprise of the both of you, you both quickly got adapted to the pose.

,,Now, hands to the center,’’ she said.

Your hand was trembling a bit, but Jumin quickly assured you that he was holding you.

Breathing in and out quickly made you feel better and as soon as the arms were extended up, you felt really free.

The both of you did the same thing on the other side and enjoyed the feeling of some freedom while the soundtrack was making you feel more and more relaxed.

Although, Jumin’s favorite pose was the one where you were able to sit in front of him, one hand on his chest while your hand was over yours and vice versa, holding eye contact and breathing in and out.

,,I will leave you this DVD so that you can practice on your own and I will come next week after checking the schedule with Mr. Han,’’ the woman said, smiling kindly at you.

,,Wow, I think it could really be a great help,’’ you laughed after the woman exited the room, turning to Jumin who was smiling at you.

,,I’m happy that I could at least do so much,’’ Jumin whispered, hugging you softly.

Zen

,,Now, go back to the easy seat, close your eyes,’’ you said. Your soft voice was filling the room as Zen did what you said.

In the past, you used to be a yoga instructor for a short time.

Actually, Zen thought it was kind of sad that you gave up your hobby and job just for him to be his manager.

Luckily however, your knowledge was soon something he would gain as well.

Zen slowly began to be unsure whenever he had to go up on stage.

And even though he did well in rehearsal, he would stumble, panic, and almost hyperventilate if it was about time to go up on stage.

The two of you tried to fight his fears with meds, however, nothing really helped him.

,,All that’s left now would be some yoga. Let’s try it out. We’ve got nothing to lose,’’ you told him back then.

And so, both of you got comfortable in your living room. You took out the soft red yoga mats and began to do some poses with him and meditate.

You wondered how you didn’t get the idea sooner that yoga could possibly

help him to get rid of the stress and feel calmer.

And indeed, the yoga helped him a lot so this became your regular thing to do before he had to go on stage.

,,Let your index finger touch your thumb, breathe in and out... ’’ you said.

At first, Zen wasn’t really sure if this would help him at all. He confessed that he kind of felt stupid and even ugly, but the more you begged him to begin with it, the more he noticed that he could really feel the change in his own body and the way he felt.

,,Now, let’s get up and slowly go into the tree…’’ you said, making Zen notice that you were already standing again.

,,How do you feel?’’ you asked him after your session. Zen was already sitting on his chair for a few more little brushes with his make up before he would go out on stage.

,,Much better. Thanks to you, I’m much calmer… I didn’t think that yoga would really help me that much,’’ he confessed.

But it really did.

Yoosung

,,Maybe yoga can help with making a baby?’’ Yoosung asked you while your head was resting on his lap while he stroked your soft hair.

The two of you were married for seven years by now and were trying for a child for a while now.

However, there was still no sign of a pregnancy.

Although, nothing was wrong with the both of you, which was something that stressed you out even more.

Friends of yours were slowly having their own families, others got pregnant even though they didn’t plan it and you, who really wished for a family with Yoosung, weren’t blessed with a child.

You looked up from the comfortable position you were in and as if he said something totally out of this world, your eyes began to light up.

,,Oh my God Yoosung, of course! Well no, I read that there is no link between yoga and fertility - you know, back then when we started dating and I was kinda stressed about the parties and began to read some stuff to relax, but of course yoga would be a good idea! It relieves stress and we’re too stressed!’’ you pointed out.

It was true. The doctor told you that the both of you were stressing yourselves out much more than you needed and that this was perhaps the reason why you still couldn’t get pregnant.

,,We could try it,’’ Yoosung said, his hand slowly massaging your shoulders as you quickly sat up and took the laptop from the table in front of you to search for the name of the yoga instructor you once visited.

The both of you quickly found one in the middle of the city and quickly had the possibility to move around your schedule to go to the class regularly.

You and Yoosung quickly noticed that doing this would benefit the both of you for more than just trying for a baby.

The yoga instructor was also already invited to the next RFA party, an idea that Yoosung had. He was totally fired up in the chatroom and Jaehee made sure to come with you once in a while as Jumin drove her crazy with his cat projects.

,,Now, from Warrior I we will go into the position of Warrior II,’’ the instructor said.

You and Yoosung slowly moved your bodies just like he showed you and changed the pose.

It was amazing how much better the both of you always felt afterwards and how much more flexibility the both of you could feel in your bodies.

And of course, the position in class somehow gave you new ideas for the positions in trying for a baby…

Jaehee

The yoga class was actually a present for Jaehee alone for her birthday, as you had the feeling that the young woman was sensitive to stress more than you were and more than you could feel.

Just like always, Jaehee kindly smiled at your present and her good experience and her pleas to join her quickly led you into joining her.

Indeed, it was much funnier, especially because neither of you had to stay alone while the other one was gone from home.

Both of you had the possibility to try out a new hobby and share it with the other one, making your bond grow deeper.

And Jaehee being Jaehee, was fired up to get more knowledge about the topic. 

She bought more and more books, printed out a lot of documents with information about yoga and came to the conclusion that the both of you needed some yoga poses even out of class.

And that’s how the both of you came to make sure to have some morning yoga as soon as you were awake and right before you went to sleep in the evening.

,,Beginning the day like this was such a good idea, Jaehee,’’ you praised her, smiling at the brown haired woman while you were going from the cat pose into the cow pose.

,,Thank you,’’ she smiled, gasping for air as she tried to regulate her breathing.

Indeed, the yoga the both of you did help you a lot.

The stress hardly affected you anymore, which led you to have a better relationship with Jaehee too and have more fun at work.

The little mistakes throughout the day weren’t that bad anymore and this was thanks to a little routine you brought into your lives.

Your guests also noticed that you and Jaehee were smiling more while serving them with good coffee.

Saeyoung

,,Buh!’’ your finacé loudly said, trying to make you wake up from your meditation.

You slowly opened your eyes and began to glare at the red haired man who just came into your shared bedroom, the place where you actually hid yourself to have a little bit of time for yourself, to get clean with yourself, and do some yoga.

However, if you were in a relationship with Choi Saeyoung, this was more than impossible.

It was something that made you furious.

,,I… I’m really stressed out because of you,’’ you hissed, stopping your YouTube video with the soundtrack of rivers flowing before you went out of the room, shutting the door behind you much louder than Saeyoung expected you to do.

Doing this, however, led you to stop talking to him and only cooking for yourself and his twin brother, who was on your side.

No matter what he did, you ignored him.

You didn’t respond to his touches, you didn’t answer his calls when you were in a different room, and you didn’t laugh at his odd jokes anymore.

Whenever he said something stupid in the chatroom, you didn’t even take his side anymore.

the jokes you played on Yoosung with him from before, quickly ended.

,,Thanks for warning me, Mc,’’ Yoosung said, sending in some crying emojis of his face when you quickly stopped the tricks of your red haired fiancé.

,,No problem, I know what it means to get tricked by him,’’ you said.

,,I’m on her side. You made her stop doing yoga, something she felt good with.

You never know what’s going on inside her head. I guess she’s stressed out too and you kind of made fun of her. Of course she’s angry. Perhaps she tried to handle what was going on with Yoga,’’ his twin brother told him one day when he approached him in his kind of darker room.

Saeyoung didn’t really understand and while he slowly began to feel sadder too, he decided to talk about it in the chatroom while you were busy with something.

,,Of course she’s angry,’’ Zen said, while Jumin agreed.

,,Give her a present and show her how bad you are feeling,’’ the silver haired man said as if he knew every tactic to get a woman’s forgiveness.

But that’s exactly what Saeyoung did. ,,See, Mc, I’m sorry. Please talk to me again,’’ he begged, days later.

,,I even bought us two mats and I promise to do some poses with you,’’ he assured you. This time he didn’t lie, as he indeed had much better yoga mats.

,,I even hacked into YouTube and got you some premium stuff so you won’t have any interruptions anymore,’’ he nodded.

And indeed, the red haired man kept his word.

No one would have believed your words if Saeran didn’t take a picture while he was in the dog pose.

But no one was perfect and despite doing yoga together with you, he still kept falling asleep while meditating and listening to the soft raindrops on YouTube.

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26.04.2022 // 22:16 MEST

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[zelda7999]

Small lil comfort Drabble written from my phone

Title; Sick Day | 906 Words | Not Canon to New Horizons

I also want to state this is more a comfort drabble for me, but if others suffer from chronic pain/medical conditions too, maybe this will also comfort you? So I’m posting it. This will be VERY self indulgent and have mentions of pain (mostly unexplained)

Read the Drabble below the read more vvv

You had been dreading this day. It was bound to happen, but you wish it didn’t. Most days you could take your pain meds and be on your way out. Today, was not one of those days. You had already taken your medications earlier and the pain was only getting worse. You barely had enough energy to get out of bed, so forget walking around the lab all day. However, you would have to make the dreaded call to management and let them know.

Calls like this always ate away at you. You felt like you should be able to work, to simply drink some coffee and power through. You couldn’t though. Even doing the basics today was going to take more energy than you had. So once the call to management is made and finished, you lay back down in bed with a sigh. Even sleep wasn’t going to work today. The pain wasn’t going to let you ignore it.

Bzzzt bzzzt! Your phone goes off. At least this was something simple… or maybe not. Did they already tell Eclipse you weren’t going to make it today? Because you could have sworn that the text read “I’m coming over.” After a couple more reads, and a lot of staring, you finally process that he meant it. Based on the time as well, he would be here any minute. Did you really just lose all that time staring at a message?

Before you can mentally scold yourself, you hear your front door click open and the jingling of keys. Damn it, you should have moved those spare keys.

“Just me, Y/N! Where are you?”

His voice is a welcome sound, but you wish it was in better circumstances.

“in my room!”

You call back, but almost regret it. You were still in your sleep wear, and if you looked as bad as you felt… then it wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Maybe he was actually here because he forgot something, and not here for you. That’s the hope at least, but he comes into your room anyways. A small grocery bag in one of his hands. What did he have there?

“Good morning, did you rest well? How are you feeling?”

“Good morning… I um… I rested okay, could have been better… And I’m uh, not the best right now.”

Eclipse walks closer and sits down on your bedside. Two arms gently run up and down your side in comforting motions. What exactly did management tell him when you called out?

“I have the day off as well. So please, let me help out a little.”

He smiles a little wider at the end of that sentence, though it doesn’t completely mask the concern racking his body. It was sweet he wanted to help you out too, and even sweeter that he took the day off for you. All in a moments notice.

“Sure, Eclipse. I could use a little help today, but don’t get too excited. I don’t think I have the energy for that.”

You chuckle and attempt to slowly sit up. Pain jolts through your hips and lower back, travelling all the way down to your knees. You instantly you rag doll back down to the bed. There wasn’t going to be an easy way for you to sit up. At least that’s what you thought before Eclipse was ever so gently guiding you to a sitting position. You didn’t have to move a muscle, and the relief you felt from sitting completely overcame any other feeling.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, it’s my pleasure.”

His hands don’t leave your sides, three of them staying with you while one still held the grocery bag. You help yourself to one hand and start gently playing with his fingers. Folding them in and out while you bask in the fact you were now sitting up and didn’t have to fight for it. You only had to fall down once before you were sitting, and it was thanks to his help.

“so what’s in the bag?”

“Oh!”

He hands it over to you, and you peek inside. There’s a store bought sandwich and a couple other snacks inside. All of which were your favourites. He must have seen you snacking on them during your lunch breaks.

“You got these for me?”

“I can’t cook. I thought you might be hungry.”

“Thank you, thank you so so much. I… I don’t think I would have had the energy to eat today. If I’m completely honest… Getting out of bed would have been a couple hour struggle without you here.”

Eclipse moves to stand up but you grasp his hand tighter. He stops moving and tilts his head at you in confusion.

“Will you stay? Just… just sit with me for a little? I really don’t want to move.”

“Of course, let me go to the other side of the bed, I’ll sit down with you.”

You nod and let him go. He goes around to the other side of the bed and sits down beside you. His arms gently wrap themselves around you and hold you close. Most of the day is spent like that, sitting in your room and cuddling close. Eclipse helps you around the house, helps you move and stand, while also assisting in other household chores you wouldn’t have gotten done otherwise. Thankfully he was there for you. You couldn’t imagine today without him.

Writers note: While not all chronic pain is the same, mine is mostly in my lower back, hips, knees, and really just my entire lower half entirely. So that’s what ended up being written in here. 

#My Writing #Comfort drabble #Chronic pain #Accidentally Undercover Fanwork #Agent Horizon #Agent Neon #not canon to new horizons

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 86

Undercover Beckett part 1

Bill: pov no wonder she is so tired Castle says she gets tired easier than most people.

Alexis: pov dad tells me to get our things. He carefully moves her so he can get up. Kate wakes up suddenly and starts looking around all panicked and frightened.

Lily: pov wow I have never seen someone wake up that freaked out, Castle mentions where she is and everything is okay. I can see he is rubbing her back. He asks if she is okay, she says yeah just freaked out a little. She thanked us for tonight in a sleepy voice. Castle picks her up and carries her to the car since she is still sleepy, Alexis is carrying their stuff. Kate is in Castle's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, her arms are, around his neck and her butt is resting on his left hip, his left arm is holding her up.

Kate: pov it is the next day I took my meds and ate a banana. Ryan mentions when he and Esposito visited the rehab place they were very rude and didn't want anything to do with them. A patient mentioned some suspicious deaths that had happened, could be a cover up. We have to tread lightly because it could have been anyone who killed her, even a staff member or other patient. Ryan said he used street cameras to follow the car that dumped the body on the surveillance camera all the way to that rehab place. I called deputy chief gates to request an undercover officer.

Gates: pov I mention to Kate you have health issues which could be used to our advantage. You have PTSD and take emergency injectable heart meds sometimes which could make it look like you have a drug problem. Your heart condition causes you to be tired a lot and your post traumatic pain might help, they might think you're trying to cover up pain with drugs. Maybe we should send you undercover. It is agreed by the higher ups that Kate is going undercover. Her cover story says she has had issues since her Dad's death. We can't mention she was shot so we have to find another way to mention her heart condition. Maybe she got it from drug use. Hmm I'm going to have someone make fake medical records. I tell Kate she has to cover the bullet scar with a bandage or something.

Castle: pov Kate tells me she is going undercover in a drug rehab place, Gates suggested it since she has PTSD and a heart condition it could make it look like she is a drug user. Lanie has been informed on everything, we have lunch with the boys and Lanie to go over the case. Dr Burkett has already been informed, Lanie will be visiting her regularly to make sure she is okay. Kate was briefed on what info she needed Kate was advised not to take any drugs offered to her since they could affect her heart.

Esposito: pov the rest of the day was spent doing paperwork and research. Kate's hair is being dyed blonde later. We were advised by Gates not to comb her hair tomorrow or let her shower, since it would make her look more like a drug user.

Castle: pov I head back to the loft to help Kate pack, me and Lanie are dropping her off the day after tomorrow.

Martha: pov it's the middle of the day, Katherine and Richard are coming in the front door. I tell them I thought you had a murder to solve Katherine says yes but I have to go undercover as a drug user in a rehab place. Richard says since she has symptoms from PTSD and her heart condition it will make it look like she is a drug user.

Kate: pov Castle is packing a bag full with my medical stuff i might need. Most of my clothes button in the front, same with my bras. Once we are done Castle starts on dinner, which is my favorite vegetable stew without the meat. Martha was nice enough to run to the local drug store and get some box hair dye. She helps me dye my hair blonde. Castle also changed his appearance. It turns out it does not look so bad at all. It was now 2 days later and Lanie and Castle were dropping me off at the rehab place. Last night I had a bad nightmare so I'm kind of tired.

Monday 8am

Lanie: pov at the rehab place me and Castle met with the lady in charge. Kate definitely looks like a drug user. She did a good Job faking it. I mentioned to the lady Jo has a heart condition and takes 2 types of meds one by mouth daily and another one weekly in her pod on her side. I give her a list of foods Jo can not eat. I mention she also has nightmares. I give her my phone number and mention in any medical emergency call me immediately. I go over Jo's fake medical history with the woman. The lady mentions all meds have to be locked in this office to prevent other patients from getting to them. I ask if any staff members are trained in CPR or know how to use a defibrillator, Margaret says yes.

Castle/Derek: pov Kate has to have an exam done by one of their Dr's. Lanie is allowed to be in the room.

Kate: pov Lanie knows how to fake a blood test so it looks like I'm on drugs. The nurse named Cindy weighed me. She put a pulse ox-meter on my finger and took my blood pressure. She then asked me to lift up my shirt so she could listen to my heart, my nervousness makes it look like I'm on drugs. I heard her comment about how huge my scar is. Turns out I'm being except as a patient.

Castle/Derek: pov I help carry Kate's bags to her room. Her new name is Jo Houghton. In honor of her mother. I kissed her goodbye. To be continued. ………

#fanfiction #castle #caskett #tvshows #stanakatic #nathanfillion #katebeckett #richardcastle #seamusdever #jonhuertas #lanieperish #tamalajones #kevinryan #javieresposito

[lihikainanea]

An open call for advice from dog mammas

hey frenns!

As some of you know, I am the proud mama to a lil perfect Aussie bb who will be 2 in January. We’ve had some ups and downs but he’s just so fucking perfect.

Long story short he started limping a bit this past January, and his original vet was like “oh it’s hip dysplasia for sure” and was like, ready to wheel him in for a $30,000 surgery for titanium hips when he wasn’t even a year old. Needless to say, we switched vets pretty fast.

I’ve been seeing a new vet who is pretty fantastic and takes a very conservative approach to treatment. We have weekly “desensitization” visits where he just goes in and gets a shit ton of treats, gets pet by everyone, gets told he’s a very good boy--just to help him not be so nervous at the vet. His new doc is really fantastic and I love her.

His limp was intermittent--it would go away for a few months, and then show up again. Always on his right hind leg. In June, it became more present--after a very active day full of playing (he goes to a daycare twice a week), I notice that he’d lie down to nap and when he got up, he’d limp. We tried one week on anti-inflammatories, which did wonders--but came back when we stopped the meds. So we did another week--and the same thing happened.

His vet and I finally decided it would be a good idea to do some XRays to see what’s really going on, and it took a lot of convincing on my part because he had to be sedated and I hate doing that.

The X Rays showed, what the vet thinks, is a teeny tiny MCL tear. She referred me to an orthopedist to see my options.

Now, here’s the issue. The surgery to repair a small torn/completely ruptured MCL is major. They saw into bone. They use steel. The rehab is 3-6 months--and that’s like, no walking. NO WALKING. I live on the second floor, and my dude is an Aussie. He’s active, and I travel a shit ton. This is a major life decision.

But like, the first step is with the orthopedist, which we have an appointment September 21. And already, when I emailed my pupper’s file over, the doc got back to me and said “okay well don’t feed him the day of the appointment because I’m going to re-do the x ray, it’s not up to my standards.”

Um...No? FUCK NO?

I don’t want to do that--not only because it’s a fuck ton of money, but because I fail to see the point. The X Rays are two weeks old. I’m not re-doing them just to fit your standard--work with what you’ve got. The x rays are perfectly fine, and there’s 4 views. My dude, I ain’t redoing that shit.

But that, right there, makes me feel like an irresponsible pet parent. I want the best for my little guy.

But then also like...look, I’m not convinced on the surgery front. My bubba doesn’t seem to be in pain, and he only limps SOMETIMES--other times, he’s perfectly fine. And like, right now--okay, he’s at risk of arthritis if I don’t fix it, he limps and has some soreness when he’s too active.

And if I get the surgery? The side effect are....he’s at risk of arthritis when he’s older (because it’s SURGERY and they saw into BONE), and he’ll still limp and get sore if he’s too active because it’ll be the scarred tissue form surgery.

I don’t know. I fail to see the fucking point, but in saying that, I also feel like a TERRIBLE and irresponsible pet parent for potentially letting my doggo live with pain?

HALP.

[the-girl-with-hip-dysplasia]

Week 1 Post-Surgery Recap

RE: Right Hip Arthroscopy & Osteochondroplasty

Wow, I can’t believe it’s been a week since I got my surgery. (The week mark was 5/11. I'm just posting late lol). Just a week ago I was taking walks, going to work, and living life and now I’m on crutches and need help taking a shower and using the bathroom lol. But I’m only going to be down bad for a few weeks. It’s worth what I hope to gain after recovery.

For the next two weeks, I cannot bear much weight on the operated leg. I can only do toe touches/20lbs of body weight. My physical therapist said to imagine that I have an egg under my foot that I’m not supposed to crack. I am also not supposed to bend past 90 degrees at my hip nor externally or internally rotate my leg/hip. In two weeks I will have an appointment with my doctor to see if any of these limitations will be lifted. 

Here is a day-by-day snapshot of my first week.

Day 1 

received my CPM (Continuous Passive Motion) machine. Began using it. Felt discomfort so only used it for 2 hours. The purpose of the machine is to move your leg for you in order to reduce swelling, reduce joint stiffness, and reduce the amount of scar tissue.

nurse came to check my vitals and make sure I was taking my medications correctly

throat still sore

incision site still sore. A little inflamed. Iced it

hip joint felt pain free surprisingly. I thought maybe when the anesthesia/hospital meds wore off after 24hrs I would feel more pain in my hip, but my pain levels remained the same

Day 2

felt pretty much the same as yesterday. Inflammation around the incision site as to be expected. Continued to ice it.

used cpm machine for 4 full hours. A little discomfort, but less discomfort than yesterday

nurse came to change my non-waterproof bandage for a water-resistant bandage that is supposed to stay on for two weeks. I had drainage on the bandage after an hour which was concerning b/c the nurse said I shouldn’t have any drainage. But she said she may have aggravated the wound she had to pull off the hospital bandage that was stuck on my open wounds. I need to monitor my temperature report if the drainage gets bigger

Physical therapist came by to do an eval. He gave me a few light exercises to do and made sure I was walking, sitting, and using the bathroom correctly with my crutches Day 3

same as yesterday. Continued to ice incision area. Throat still sore. Gargled salt water for throat

less discomfort using cpm machine. Unable to do full 3-4 hours without a break mid-way

finally took a shower! Sat in my shower chair. The hip kit from the hospital came with a sponge with a long handle for the hard to reach places, but it didn’t scrub as well as I would’ve liked. So my mom washed the hard to reach areas for me

Day 4

throat feeling better, but voice still a little raspy

finally moved from my bed and sat in a chair for a few hours. It felt really good on my legs which were tight from being straight (well mainly my right leg). I had some inflammation from sitting up, but it went down after some icing and rest

PT cleared me to sleep on my side by putting my weight on my non-operated leg and using a pillow in between my legs to support my operated leg on top. I tried sleeping this way but it was a little uncomfortable on my operated hip. I’ll see how it feels as my hip continues to heal

Day 5

voice and throat finally back to normal

significantly less inflammation around incision site

sat in a chair for most of the day. Iced hip while I sat to prevent inflammation

laid on my side with support pillow for 10 min. A little discomfort in my operated hip

got my period. used period panties which was very easy compared to trying to maneuver my body to use pads, tampons, cup, etc.

Day 6

incision site feeling less sore. Just a little itchy. Only pain when I graze the area

able to do full 4 hours on cpm machine w/or breaks or discomfort

laid on my side with support pillow for 20 min. Still a little discomfort in my operated hip, but the discomfort seems to be subsiding (or maybe my anxiety around it is). I get nervous laying that way because it would aggravate my hip and cause a lot of pain if I laid like that for too long. So my body and brain is still carrying that nervousness

Day 7

I’ve reached an official week post-op!!!!

feeling the same as yesterday

inflammation feels completely gone near incision site

Overall the recovery this first week has felt really smooth. I thought I wasn't going to be able to sit up at all, yet here I am sitting in chairs (w/ pillow support of course)! I'm happy that my incision sites are no longer inflamed. I should be getting the stitches taken out next Friday. I'm hoping that as I continue to heal, my right hip will get less inflammed from sitting up. As of now I am continuing to take my meds, use my cpm machine, heat & ice, and do my PT workouts each day. So we shall see!

#hip dysplasia #hip impingement #hip surgery #labral tear #physical disability #cpm

[shespsychedelic]

I wanted to make a preemptive post about Hurricane Ida and the actual severity Louisiana and Mississippi are about to go through for the next 4 days.

For those who don’t know, hurricanes are measured on the Saffir-Simpson scale, which calculates the wind, rain, flooding, etc. of an approaching hurricane to estimate the amount of damage it will cause. The scale is based 1-5, with one being the least damage, and 5 being the most. Hurricane Camille, Hurricane Andrew, and Hurricane Katrina were all cat 5 hurricanes. The one I want to bring to attention though is Katrina, as most of the people who read this were probably alive and remember hearing about it when it happened.

Katrina hit the Gulf Coast on the 29 of August, 2005. When it was over the gulf, it was registered as a cat 5, but at landfall it was reduced to a cat 3. This is important because while the landfall category was a 3, the storm surge created in the Gulf was a product of a cat 5.

The reason I want to put this information out there is due to the fact that as of right now (9pm, Saturday, August 28, 2021) hurricane Ida is predicted to hit the coast of Louisiana and Mississippi as a cat 4, on August 29, exactly 16 years after Katrina made landfall and destroyed much of the coastline. While our region is equipped to handle hurricanes, these are still major catastrophic weather events, and will cause insane damage. Please please please keep us in mind over the next few days. Not only will there be major damage to the physical landscape and peoples homes, but the emotional trauma of having to relive the exact same situation (if not worse!) on the 16th anniversary of the most destructive hurricane in recorded history. As I come across resources, I’ll try to add them to this post, but I may lose service in the coming days (I know I’m going to lose power lol), I might not be able to, so if anyone knows of any places that could help please reblog this and add them! Any kind of resource would be incredible, but I really want to emphasize the importance of medical, mental health, insurance, and temporary housing.

While there are many groups and organizations that will already be helping the area (like the Cajun Navy, and FEMA), I really want to stress that out area still hasn’t ever really recovered from Katrina, or Gustav, or Laura, or any of the other hurricanes that have occurred since 2005, and especially now with Covid as bad as it is down here, it is going to be a long and slow road to recovery, so anything, even if it’s just you telling your neighbor about us, it would help so much.

#mutuals please reblog this it would mean so much to us! #I also took some pain meds for my hip and they make me a little loopy so I hope this makes sense #Louisiana #Mississippi #Hurricane Ida #New Orleans #Gulfport

[jaehyunfirstlove]

hi! could u please write smth abt jaehyun taking care of his s/o thru her period and even offering to do the nasty 👉🏼👈🏼 u can also make it smutty if ur brain juices allow

Pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of menstruation, unprotected sex, shower sex, sex during menstruation, cum kink

Word count: 1.2k

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A/N: please heed the warnings! at any rate i didn't make it too graphic :) thanks for the request!

“Jaehyun, please hurry! I’m dying!”

“Hang in there, babe, I’m coming!”

The pain in your lower abdomen left you immobile, a heating pad wedged between you and a pillow and meds doing nothing to alleviate the discomfort you were feeling. Jaehyun, being the good boyfriend that he was, did everything in his power to help you feel better.

“You’re a godsend, thank you so much,” you sighed, when he came into the bedroom with the chocolate ice cream you requested. He got into position sitting back against the headboard, while you sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around you. The warmth and comfort of his presence always helped you during this time of the month, and you already felt your body relaxing bit by bit as he rubbed your back gently.

“Is it helping?” he asked softly, planting kisses on your shoulder as he watched you take big spoonfuls of your ice cream.

“Yes, the ice cream is good,” you mumbled between mouthfuls, “but it still hurts.”

Jaehyun’s eyes turned soft as he looked at you, clearly concerned. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I wish there was more I could do.”

“You could fuck me,” you said half-jokingly, thinking he wouldn’t want to do anything of the sort while you were on your period.

“Would it help?” he asked in all seriousness.

You just shrugged, licking the last of the ice cream off the spoon. “I don’t know, never tried it.”

“Hm,” was all he said, but you could already feel his bulge growing beneath you.

“Jeong Jaehyun, are you considering it right now?” you couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about it.

A mischievous smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkling and dimples appearing in his cheeks as he nodded at you. “So what if I am? Would you want to?”

You had to admit you wanted to, when it came to your boyfriend you always wanted to fuck him, that wasn’t even a question. You’d heard from some of your friends that sex always helped them feel better when they had bad cramps, but you had never tried it, always just worried about the mess.

“I mean, I always want to,” you answered honestly, “but you know, it would be… messy.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought of the cleanup involved.

“We could do it in the shower,” he suggested, a little too eagerly as his face lit up when he said it. Clearly he had already been thinking about the possibilities.

It was a good idea, you had to admit, and with the way he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you, it would have to do. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Excitedly he jumped out of the bed, almost pushing you off of it, and ran into the bathroom to get the shower running. When he was satisfied with the temperature of the water he brought you in, undressing you carefully and gently, and helping you step into the shower. While you relaxed with the warm spray of the water, he undressed himself and stepped in with you.

“How’s the water?” he asked, slotting his body behind yours and placing his hands on your hips, “is it helping with your cramps?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, but what was really helping you was his touch on your bare skin, made even more arousing by the wetness of your bodies and the heat of the water washing over you.

“How’s your tummy?” he asked softly before attaching his lips to your neck and sliding a hand around to caress your stomach. You leaned your head back against him and moaned, the warmth of his hands sliding over your skin heating you up.

“Better,” you answered, because you could already feel the pain easing up little by little, the more he touched you. “But I need more please.”

“Greedy,” he chuckled, before sliding his hand down between your legs and finding your clit. You moaned as his fingers rubbed circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand coming up to fondle your breasts and pinch your nipples.

“Oh god, Jae,” you moaned, the pain of your cramps forgotten as the feeling of pleasure took over. “More, please, I need you.”

You heard him whistle low behind you, and then you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your folds. You’d never had sex during your period before so you weren’t sure how it would feel, but when he pushed inside you the pleasure you felt almost knocked you off your feet.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” his voice was deep in your ear and it made you shudder.

“No, no, it feels good,” your breath was starting to come in small gasps, as arousal overtook all of your senses, “god it feels so good.”

This encouraged him, and he started to pick up his pace, holding onto your hips as he pounded you, your hands splayed against the tiled wall of the shower to keep yourself from smacking face first into it.

“So tight,” he murmured, “so fucking tight.”

You could feel your entire body tingle as the pleasure built up, your orgasm coming on so fast it was making your head spin.

“Jaehyun! Oh my god!” you cried out as he railed you, your moans and whimpers echoing off the tiled walls.

“You gonna come, baby? Hm? Come all over my cock then,” he growled, pounding you harder, his hands coming up to squeeze your breasts.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed, coming hard when he squeezed your nipples and thrust into you so deep you felt him in your guts. Your pussy milked his cock, but he wasn’t done with you yet, pulling you flush against him as he fucked you harder.

“Wanna fill you up, baby,” he said, his voice husky, “wanna fill you so full that my cum will be the only thing dripping out of your pussy.”

You gripped onto his forearms as he came inside you, hips stuttering as he filled you, a loud groan escaping his lips. When his body stilled he kissed down the back of your neck and along your collarbone and shoulder, before sliding his hand around to rest on your lower stomach.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, the spray of the shower doing a wonderful job of washing away the remnants of what just occurred.

“Yes, baby, I really do,” you sighed, squeezing his arms in gratitude. You felt the water starting to cool though, and you were suddenly struck with the feeling of sheer exhaustion. “But I think I want to go to bed now.”

“Of course babe, let’s go to sleep,” he turned off the water and grabbed a towel for you, helping you to dry off before he dried himself off. He helped you change into your pajamas, and then you slid into bed together, where he spooned you (naked, because you wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against you, even through your pajamas).

“Good night, Jae, thank you for taking care of me,” you said sleepily, placing his hand against your stomach.

“Always, my love,” he replied, and just as you drifted off you felt him kiss the top of your head, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your stomach.

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #nct imagines #nct smut

[johnnysnostril]

nct 127

when you’re on your period

if you’re anything like me- your period cramps can be hell and hurt like a motherfucker. 🥺 so, i thought it would be cute to write little stories of how the boys would react when you’ve just started your period. ❤️ to all my girls suffering right now, this ones for you. ✨

in no specific order 🤍

“baby?” haechan yelled as he made his way inside my apartment. i moved my lips to groan but nothing came out. “where are you?” he sang in a happy tone.

i pushed my palms into my pelvis and rolled on my side. “i brought you some goodies, my love.” he whispered as he entered my bedroom. the room was dark and silent- just the way i liked it when my time of the month started.

“aww- my poor baby.” haechan whined. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.” a small smile appeared on my lips as he kissed my forehead. taking a seat on the side of the bed, he turned my table lamp on- shielding my eyes with his other hand. “just close your eyes, babe.” i did as i was instructed.

haechan shuffled through the shopping bag, popping seals and opening a few bottles. “what is that?” i mumbled. “i got some pain meds for you.. i just wasn’t sure which ones to get, so i got a couple.” he whispered. “also-“ as i opened my eyes, he reached back into the bag- pulling out a heating pad. “i’m sure this will help a lot.” breathing a laugh, i reached out for him. “baby- you didn’t have to do all of this.” haechan shook his head and leaned down to hug me. “i know i didn’t have to, but i wanted to.” he swiftly kissed my forehead and laughed a bit. “now here.” he said plugging in the heating pad. i pushed back my blanket as he wrapped the pad around my tummy. “how’s that feel?” haechan rubbed my thigh and titled his head. i nodded and shut my eyes. “a little better.” he smiled before dumping two small advil’s into his palm. “can you sit up so you can take these?”

sitting up, i threw the gel pills in my mouth and swallowed it down with some water. “thank you.” i whispered. as haechan turned off the light, he climbed in bed next to me and cuddled me into his chest. “you’re very welcome, my love.” haechan ran his fingers through my hair softly, and started to sing in a low tone. i breathed in his scent, feeling more at home than i ever had before. “i love you-“ he whispered as i drifted off to sleep.

“babe.. babe… wake up.” i heard johnny’s voice whisper to me. as i slowly opened my eyes, i noticed johnny standing next to my side of the bed. “baby- you gotta get up.” he continued. “what’s wrong?” i mumbled as i rubbed my eyes. as i started to turn over, johnny gently pushed his palm into my lower back. “wait- don’t move yet.” i furrowed my brows, staying in my position. “what are you doing?” i groaned as i looked over towards the clock. “it’s 3:45am.” i whined. hurrying over to the bed, johnny came back with extra clothes and a towel- setting them on the mattress. he gently picked me up, bridal style, and carried me to the bathroom. “you started your period, baby.” he said in a gentle tone. i instantly panicked as we reached the bathroom. “put me down.” i demanded.

as my feet reached the floor, i felt the shooting pain through my hips and back- along with my pelvis area. as johnny flipped the light switch on, he began to run a bath for me. i covered my face, crying from embarrassment. “baby.” johnny groaned. “don’t cry- it’s okay.” he pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. “i’m so embarrassed.” i mumbled. “don’t be.” he laughed. “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, okay?” johnny stepped back and gently cupped my cheeks, kissing my lips. “it’s alright. let’s get you out of these clothes.” as he undressed me, he folded up my stained underwear and shorts, then helped me into the bubble bath. i watched as he removed the sheets and took them to the laundry room, along with my clothes.

washing my body, i finished my bath and let the water out, cleaning myself off completely. johnny made his way back in with a towel and wrapped it around me as i stepped out. leading me back out to the bedroom, i noticed the new sheets and some medicine on my side of the table. “just in case.” he smiled.

johnny watched me as i redressed myself and took a pain pill. he patted the space next to him on the mattress and reached out for me. i cuddled into his chest and shut my eyes. “i’m sorry..” i whispered. “shhh- you don’t have to apologize. just get some rest, baby.” he whispered back. johnny rubbed his palm up and down my back, helping me drift off to sleep. “my baby..” he mumbled.

“babe!” i squealed as taeyong entered our apartment. his smile was bright as he shut the door behind him. running up to him, i forced him into a hug- wrapping my arms around his body. “my god, i missed you.” he mumbled into my neck. we stood there for a moment, holding each other before i let go. “i missed you too.”

as he turned to lock the door, i skipped back over to the couch.

“what were you-“ he started. “um…babe-“ he said cutting himself off. i turned around and smiled at him. “what?” i chuckled. the look on his face was serious as he took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. “shower with me.” he chuckled. i furrowed my brows. “why? do i stink?” i said folding my arms. he shook his head and embraced me. “of course not- you never do. just- shower with me.” he said repeating himself. i pulled back from him and watched as he started the shower, taking off his shirt. “but, why?” i said innocently. “we never really shower together..” i mumbled. “babe- just come on, please.” taeyong took my hand and smiled before kissing my fingers. i pouted. “you think i stink..” i said looking down. “honey, you don’t stink- for the last time.” he sighed before walking me over to the mirror and turning my body around. “you started your period, babe.” he said kissing my temple. i inhaled sharply as i looked back at myself in the mirror. i covered my behind with my hands and backed away from him. “oh my god..” i said embarrassed. taeyong shook his head and grabbed my hands. “you’re okay, babe.”

he started to undress me as i stood there, in shock.

as we entered the shower, taeyong let me stand under the water first- to rinse myself off. he started to wash my body, kissing my forehead as the water showered down on us. “i can’t believe you just saw that..” i groaned. he laughed and pulled me into his chest. “it doesn’t matter, honey. i don’t see you any differently.” he admitted. “yeah, but still.. you’re not supposed to see that.” i mentioned, feeling ashamed. “and why not?” he questioned. “because, what if you don’t love me anymore..” i whined as i began to cry. “oh, baby.” he chuckled. “i’ll always love you- just because you got a little blood on your pants, don’t mean i won’t love you anymore. stop it.” he said squeezing me into a hug. i cried on his chest and wrapped my arms around his bare body. “you’re so silly- i could never stop loving you.”

hanging up the phone, i squeezed my fingers into my right hip. “i hate this..” i mumbled to myself. as i dragged myself to the bed, i curled into a ball- hugging myself. i felt bad for canceling on yuta, but these cramps were just way too extreme to go to the amusement park today.

feeling my phone vibrate, i looked down- seeing yuta’s name across the screen.

“i’ll be there in 10 minutes, sweetheart.”

i smiled and internally replied to his text.

shortly after, i heard yuta open the front door. “where’s my princess?” he said happily. the sound of his voice almost made my cramps go away.

as he trotted into the bedroom, he had a big gift basket in his arms. i softly laughed as he sat down next to me, on the mattress. “what in the world is that?” i said giggled. yuta set the basket on the sheets and began to review everything. “my mom said most of these would help.” he started. “i’m not really sure what most of these are anyways- but, i know these are tampons.” he chuckled as he held the small purple box. i laughed and reached out for his hand. lacing our fingers together, i squeezed his fingers tightly. “your mom made this?” i asked. yuta nodded and reached in the basket with his free hand. “she also made homemade chocolate. it’s the best.” my lips quivered at how sweet yuta’s mother was. “i have to thank her.” i said sitting up.

“ah- you just relax right now.” yuta pushed me back and gently kissed my lips. “i’ll make you some tea and we can cuddle, okay?” he smiled, showing his pearly white teeth and i agreed. “you wait here- don’t move a muscle.” running off to the kitchen, yuta began working on the tea.

as i waited for him, i slowly went through the gift basket. there was all kinds of different tampons and pads- along with pain medicine and sweets. i chuckled and shut my eyes. “thanks mama nakamoto. you’re the best.” i whispered. returning to the bedroom, yuta handed me the tiny cup of tea before kissing my lips. i slowly sipped on the tea before laying against him as he climbed back into bed. “so, romantic comedy?” he said turning on the tv. i giggled and looked up at him. “you know me so well.”

clutching onto my stomach, i hunched over and shut my eyes. “ honey, are you okay? you’ve been in there for a while.” doyoung said as he knocked on the door. “yeah- yeah. i’m fine.” i grunted. “are you sure?” he jiggled the door knob. “why is the door locked?” he laughed. i stared down at my completely red stained panties that laid on the floor. how could i have started today? my tracker said i had a week left.

“babe?” he called out for me. i sighed and began to cry. “please.. just go away.” how could this happen? at my boyfriends house, of all places!

“what’s going on?” doyoung cried out in a worried tone. i sat on the toilet as blood continued to fall from my opening- down into the water. as he fiddled with the lock, he quickly twisted the knob, coming inside the bathroom. “doyoung!” i shouted at him as i threw the toilet paper roll in his direction. he caught it, looking over at me. his eyes darted to my panties that laid in front of my feet.

“oh, baby. did you start your period?” he said setting the roll on the counter. as he approached me, i hid my face into my palms. doyoung kneeled down next to me and rubbed my back. “it’s okay, sweetheart. tell me what you need and i’ll get it for you.” as he kissed my shoulder, he grabbed both my wrists. “are you hurting?” doyoung searched for my eyes.

i nodded as more tears fell down to my cheeks. he gently wiped my tears away and smiled angelically.

reaching over into the bottom cabinet, he pulled out a box of pads. my eyes grew in size.

“why do you have these?” i said almost laughing. he breathed a laugh and stood to his feet. “i mean- you’ve practically moved in, babe. i knew at some point that you’d need something. just in case of an emergency.” he paused for a second. “well, my mom brought them.” he said in an honest tone. “it was kind of a welcome home gift, if you will.” doyoung laughed and pushed my hair back- kissing my forehead. “i’ll grab you a pair of my boxers and some pain meds. stay put.”

he quickly zipped around the apartment, grabbing what was needed and made his way back to the bathroom. “here-“ doyoung said handing me a glass of water and two white oval pills. he set his boxers down on the counter as i swallowed down the meds. picking up my underwear, he folded them in half. “no!” i shouted as i reached out for the stained garment. “i’ll take care of it..” i mumbled. doyoung shook his head and took my hand. “baby- it’s okay.” his eyes locked with mine. “you’re already going through enough. the least i can do is wash your panties.” as he chuckled, he grabbed the glass of water out of my other hand. “let me take care of you.”

“are you okay?” jaehyun whispered in a worried tone. i nodded my head and squeezed his hand. “yes, i’m fine.” i lied. “babe, we can go home if you’re in too much pain.” i shook my head. “no- i promise i’m fine. this is the only time you’ll be free. i wanna take advantage of this.” i mumbled before looking back over at the movie screen. “now, shh.” i giggled. jae kept his eyes on me for a moment before looking back at the screen and sighing.

as the movie ended, jaehyun wrapped his arm around my waist while we walked out to the lobby. “still doing okay?” he said examining my steps. “mhm.” i grunted.

i actually felt like my pelvis was going to drop right to the floor. “babe- you’re a terrible liar.” he laughed. “i can tell you’re hurting just by the way you’re walking.” i huffed and looked up at him as we exited the movie theater. “i’m sorry- i just didn’t wanna ruin the date.” reaching his car, he opened the passenger side door for me. “babe, the way you feel is more important than a movie date.” before getting in the vehicle, jae kissed my forehead and helped me into my seatbelt.

pulling into our driveway, he helped me out of the car. “straight to the tub, little missy.” he demanded. “why?” i asked as we entered the house. jaehyun laughed and hung his car keys on the key holder. “do you have to question everything?” he said before folding his arms and approaching me. i nodded. “only when you’re being bossy.” i giggled. my smile faded as i felt a sharp pain in my stomach. i slightly hunched over and jae took my hand. “come on- no more standing for awhile.”

i climbed into the hot water, sinking down to the bottom slowly. “how’s the water?” jaehyun asked. “it’s fine-“ the bubbles attached to my sink as i rested into the water. i shut my eyes as jaehyun watched from outside the tub. he sat and leaned against the bathroom wall. “i really hate that i can’t do anything to help with the pain.” he whispered. i opened my eyes and looked over at him. “i promise i’m okay.” i laughed a little. “there is one thing you can do-“ i said reaching my hand out for his. jae smiled and took my hand. “and what’s that?” his dimples showed on his cheeks and he tilted his head. “join me.” i said smiling innocently.

without hesitation, jaehyun stood up and started to undress and i watched with glistening eyes. scooting up to make room, i tucked my knees into my chest as he climbed in behind me. positioning me in between his legs, he pulled me back to rest against him. jaehyun wrapped his arms around me and i placed my hands on top of his. he caressed my tummy with his thumb and kissed my temple. “can i do anything else? massage your hips? anything?” he asked. i shook my head and smiled. “no- just this. this- is perfect.” i mumbled.

changing into a new pair of panties, i climbed back on the bed. “taeil..” i whispered and tapped his shoulder. “babe..” i mumbled. his eyes slightly opened as he turned over to look at me. “what’s wrong, baby?” he groaned in a sleepy tone. “umm.. i, uh-“ i started. the words wouldnt come out. i was too embarrassed. as i sat on my heels, looking down at him, i played with my fingers. “what is it? is everything okay?” taeil had completely turned his body to face me. his eyes were halfway open as he reached up and rested his palm on my cheek. “i kinda just.. started my period.” i whispered. “and-“ as i slowly pulled back the blanket, i pointed to the red stain. “i accidentally got it on the sheets.” i said ashamed. “aw, baby. are you okay?” taeil sat up and turned on the small lamp that rested on his night stand. he completely ignored the fact that i just stained his sheets with my blood. “uh, yes- i’m fine. but your sheets.” i huffed. “forget the sheets, i’ll just wash them. how are you feeling?”

“embarrassed..” i said getting off the bed and walking over to my night bag. searching for some pain meds, i rummaged through the duffle bag. “why, baby? it’s not a big deal.” he chuckled, standing to his feet. as he approached me from behind, i groaned- giving up the search. “what are you looking for?” taeil said as he rubbed my back. i ran my fingers through my hair, feeling my emotional pull taking place. “pain pills.. these cramps are kicking my ass.” i said almost in tears. “i bled through my favorite pair of undies and onto your sheets. i’m so annoyed.”

taeil immediately pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. i wrapped my arms around him and pouted. “i’ll go grab some medicine for you. we can wash your underwear with the sheets. it’s going to be okay babe.” he whispered softly. “what else do you need?”

“taeil, it’s 2am. you’re not going to the store just for some pain pills. i’ll be okay..” pulling out of the hug, he looked disappointed with my reply. “i said what else do you need, babe?” he cupped my chin and looked right into my eyes. “i’ll change the sheets then you can lay back down. i shouldn’t be gone that long.” without giving me time to protest, taeil quickly ripped the sheets off the bed- replacing them with new ones. i stood in the center of the room as i watched him pull his sweatshirt over his head and step into some sweatpants. “if you don’t tell me the specifics, i’ll just grab everything.” he laughed. “tampons- just tampons.” i replied quickly as i hugged myself.

after slipping on his shoes, he grabbed his car keys and wallet- making his way over to me. “you don’t have to be so stubborn, babygirl.” taeil smiled and gently kissed my lips. “i’ll be back. why don’t you lay down.” he said nodding in the direction of the bed. i sighed and wrapped my arms around him to give him a hug. “thank you..” i mumbled into his chest. he chuckled and hugged back. “you don’t have to thank me baby- this is my job. i’m supposed to take care of you.”

“shit-“ i said staring down at my stained underwear. i folded them up and shoved them in my backpack. “ commando it is.” i rolled my eyes and sighed as i exited the bathroom stall. after washing my hands, i turned to look at my backside in the mirror. “no!” i groaned. i had actually leaked through the back of my pants as well. “how didnt i notice that?” i said to myself in an annoyed tone. “ugh!”

sneaking out of the girls bathroom, i stayed close to the wall, looking for jungwoo out towards the cafeteria. spotting each other at the same time, i waved him over in a quick manner. jungwoo jogged over to me and smile, letting his backpack hang off one shoulder. “you okay?” he said kissing my cheek. i shook my head and looked up at him as i clutched my backpack to my chest.

“i bled through.” i whispered. he laughed and leaned his ear down to my lips. “what?” i huffed and cupped his ear as i whispered again. “i bled through my pants, babe.” as i pulled back, jungwoo was already removing his hoodie. tossing his backpack on the ground, he grabbed my waist- tying the sweatshirt around my hips.

“let’s get you home.” as we walked through the crowd of high schoolers, i felt like everyone knew about my little accident. reaching the parking lot, jungwoo opened the car door for me. “but i don’t wanna stain your hoodie.” i whined. “nevermind that. just get in.” his eyes were soft as he looked down at me. i pouted and did as i was told.

reaching my house, i quickly hurried inside with jungwoo behind me. “you don’t have to stay.” i said making my way to the laundry room. “what? why wouldn’t i?” he asked surprised. i quickly tossed my underwear into the washer and slammed the lid down as jungwoo stood in the doorway. “you don’t have to be embarrassed, babe. it’s okay.” he laughed. i ignored his comment and walked past him, running upstairs into my bedroom. of course, he followed behind me- but in a slow manner. pulling out a clean pair of underwear and pants, i slid them on my body and kicked the dirty pants under the bed. as jungwoo entered the room, he pulled me into a gentle hug. “relax.” he started. “you don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“do you need anything?” he whispered. i shook my head. “no-no. i’m fine.” i answered back. “baby, let me help you.” jungwoo took my hand and lead me over to the bed- laying me down, then sat next to me. “i know you must be cramping. do you need anything for the pain?” he asked. waving my white flag, i sank into the sheets and wrapped myself up in my blanket. i nodded to answer his question, feeling slightly helpless. “where’s your pain pills? i’ll go grab them.” i pointed over to the bathroom. “inside the medicine cabinet.” i mumbled. jungwoo smiled down at me as he pushed my hair out of my face. “do you need anything else? tea? a hot towel?”

in this moment, i was falling more in love with him. once again, i shook my head. he slowly got up and made his way to the bathroom, searching for the medicine. “i love you.” i mumbled.

gently rocking myself side to side, i squeezed my eyes shut. i pushed my palms into my pelvis area to try and massage myself but it wasn’t working. “dude! how’d that even happen?” mark shouted at his video game. i cuddled myself into his blanket as i laid on his bed. i should really say something. maybe he could just take me home for the night. “shit- i almost died, dude.” he laughed.

a sharp stabbing feeling ran through my body and i groaned a little too loud. mark quickly looked back to check on me before turning back to his game. “babe- you okay?” his fingers clicked against his controller quickly. i couldn’t move my mouth to speak. in all honesty, i was holding my breath- thinking the pain would subsided if i wasn’t breathing. “babe.” mark called out for me again. i was silent. “no, not you- you idiot.” he said laughing into his mic that was attached to his headphones.

covering my face with the blanket, i was almost ready to cry. “ouuuch.” i mumbled, squeezing onto my stomach. “what’s going on over there?” mark voiced. “what are you doing?” thinking he was talking to his friends on the game, i ignored him once again. “hellooooo.” he stretched out. i pouted underneath the blanket and tucked my knees into my chest. “yikes- i gotta go. i think i’m in trouble.” mark laughed. as he said his goodbyes, i heard him set the controller down and shut off his gaming system. “baby-“ he groaned. “what’s wrong?”

mark climbed into bed with me, tossing the blanket off my head. “why are you hiding?” he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “ouuuuuuch!” i whined. mark quickly pulled his arms back and sat up. “i’m sorry- i didn’t think i was squeezing that hard.” we were silent for a moment before mark placed his hand on my thigh. “are you mad at me, babe?” he asked. i shook my head. “then what’s wrong?” he chuckled.

“i’m cramping..” i mumbled. mark slightly hovered over me and he kissed my temple. “babygirl, why didn’t you say something? what can i do?” he softly began to massage my hips, being very gentle. “i don’t know..” i mumbled. “i have some advil- i can grab it for you.” i nodded and mark quickly darted for the medicine. as he made his way back over to me, he handed me a glass of water- along with the pill. he watched me take the pill before i handed the glass of water back to him.

closing the blinds, he made sure that the room was dark and comfortable. mark climbed into his bed with me and cuddle me against his chest. he ran his long fingers through my hair and massaged my scalp. “i’m sorry baby, i wish i could do more.” he whispered. i wrapped my arms around him and took in his scent. “i feel a little better already.” i replied.

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[skinsharpenedteeth]

A Small Piece of Domesticity

I thought of this little Malex scene the other day while I was doing a long drive home from work and it's sickeningly sweet. Hope you like diabetes suckers cause this scene is brought to you by the Sugar and Sacchrine devision of SkinSharpenedTeeth Co. Enjoy!

(Also readable on Ao3 bc of course it is)

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Most of the time, Alex Manes kept his house reasonably clean. Military life had given him an appreciation for clutterless countertops and losing half a leg had driven in a need to keep all pathways clear so when Michael let himself into Alex’s house to find pieces of clothing strewn in a line towards the bedroom, he was allowed to feel mildly alarmed. His alarm turned to amusement as he followed the trail to find Alex perfectly fine and dead-to-the-world asleep. It wasn’t often that Michael could sneak up on Alex and observe him without him getting flustered and inventing a reason to make Michael stop looking. So now that he had the time, Michael took his fill for a moment. He could tell Alex had probably had a bad day by how quickly he’d stripped, just to lay spread eagle across the bed on his back with his noise-canceling headphones on. Michael could see that his hair was damp from a shower and he’d only gotten dressed in a pair of black boxer-briefs and an undershirt. The tower fan they kept in the room was whirring steadily from the side of the bed, directly across Alex’s body. It’d been hot outside that day, a sweltering August day in the desert, and now the sun was setting, but Michael could still feel the baked warmth of the outer walls radiating inward.

Michael decided he’d leave Alex alone so he could shower his own long, hot day off. Feeling incredibly soft towards the man on the bed, Michael turned and made his way into the bathroom, picking up Alex’s discarded clothes out of the hall as he went, and stuffing them into the hamper before continuing with his own ablutions. As he washed, he tried to concentrate on figuring out dinner and what he needed to do before work tomorrow, but his mind kept wandering back to Alex laid out on the bed like an offering. Shutting off the water, Michael got out of the shower and hastily toweled his hair and body. Finished, he wrapped his towel around his hips and went back into the bedroom. Alex was in the same position as before, arms still spread wide, legs splayed over the cover, eyes closed and dark red headphones still in place.

Michael walked into the room, noting how the orange glow of the setting sun looked against Alex’s skin, and went to stand at the end of the bed. Leaning over, he placed his hands on Alex’s warm, naked thighs and squeezed them lightly to wake Alex up. Alex’s eyes opened and he zeroed in on Michael. Michael smiled up at him and then felt his insides explode with happiness as Alex smiled softly back at him. Alex reached up and pulled his headphones off his head, pushing them over onto the pillow next to him.

“Hey,” he croaked, before clearing his throat and speaking again in a clearer voice. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,��� Michael answered, smirking up at him. He rubbed his hands up and down the firm muscles of Alex’s legs before continuing. “Can anyone join this no-pants party?”

“It’s not really a party unless there’s more than one person,” Alex retorted, half crunching up and reaching down to beckon Michael up to him. Michael loosened his towel and let it fall to the floor before he crawled onto the mattress between Alex’s legs. He could feel Alex’s eyes roving over him, but Michael kept his eyes on where his hands were pushing up the length of Alex’s body. Michael pushed up Alex’s shirt to expose his stomach and immediately nosed the center crease of his abs, inhaling a familiar smell that made his own stomach clench in appreciation.

“Mmm, you used my soap,” Michael commented before laying an open-mouthed kiss above the waistband of Alex’s underwear. One of Alex’s hands combed through Michael’s half-dried curls as he hummed in agreement. Michael pressed up into the pressure of Alex’s hand for a moment before curling his fingers under Alex’s waistband and pulling it further down so he could kiss into the valleys that led from Alex’s hips to where Michael really wanted his mouth to be.

“Yeah, I ran out. I need to buy some more,” Alex replied, voice breathy and distracted. Michael glanced up to see his gaze solely focused on where Michael’s lips hovered over his skin. When he caught Michael watching him, Alex tugged gently at his hair and pulled him up until they could share a kiss. It was like honey and fire between them. Alex cupped the back of Michael’s neck, massaging the sore muscles, while his free hand roamed over all the naked skin at his disposal. Michael hummed in pleasure and settled himself half on top of Alex’s body, enjoying the contrast between where his clothes separated their skin and where it did not.

“How was your day?” Michael asked when they parted for air. He laid his head close to Alex’s, sharing his pillow and letting his fingers trace indistinct patterns across the still exposed skin of Alex’s hip and stomach. Alex shut his eyes as if he needed to stop looking at Michael to put his words in the correct order to answer.

“Long. The a/c in the Explorer needs to be recharged. Reyes had me do some field work today testing a couple hypotheses on the Lockhart Machine and it involved a lot of sweating and standing in the sun. So when I got home I was dirty and caked in salt and tired. My leg was killing me. I took a shower and some pain meds and then laid down. What time is it?” Alex asked, starting to lift up to look over at the bedside clock. Michael stilled him with a hand to his chest.

“It’s around seven. That sound miserable. Do you work tomorrow?” Michael asked, bringing Alex’s attention back to himself and relishing the feeling of Alex’s body relaxing under him again.

“Yeah, we gotta finish up the experiments and I have to write some reports. Shouldn’t be as bad as today,” Alex replied easily. The hand that had been resting on Michael’s neck moved fluidly up into his hair, combing through the damp curls and making Michael feel like a well-treated house pet.

“Take the truck. I’ll take the Explorer into the shop and recharge the A/C,” Michael offered, eyes sliding shut at the continued sensation of Alex’s hand sliding through his hair. He shifted his head closer to Alex’s shoulder so his chin could touch the warm cotton of his shirt. They laid like that, silent for a few minutes, fingers and hands slow, but restless against each other; taking and sharing comfort in the primary language between them.

“Let’s order dinner. The idea of moving right now sucks.” Alex’s voice reached Michael from what seemed like further away, and he realized that he’d started to fall asleep. He shifted his body infinitesimally closer to Alex’s, hand hugging his waist, foot snaking under Alex’s calf to twist their legs further together, and face positioned close enough to nuzzle and kiss the soft, sensitive skin under Alex’s ear.

“Sounds good. I don’t want to move either,” Michael replied. He could feel the tension in Alex’s body rise as he spoke, the smoldering fire between them heating up and threatening to burst back into flame if Michael pressed it. Alex had said he’d taken his pain pills though, and Michael had learned that meant that parts of Alex weren’t likely to fully participate if he started something between them. He didn’t want to tease Alex like that, but he also couldn’t deny enjoying the way Alex’s grip changed against his skin when he placed seemingly innocent kisses against his neck, making sure the stubble on his chin scratched against Alex as his lips moved.

“You’re a filthy tease,” Alex accused from above him, fingers digging into Michael’s hair and tugging reprovingly. Michael smiled and moved his face away from Alex’s neck so he could grin full in Alex’s face.

“You like it,” he retorted. Alex was grinning back at him. He lifted his head to press their lips together, wringing a devastating kiss from Michael before keeping him from chasing as he pulled away.

“I love it. I love you,” Alex replied, easily. As if it had always been easy to say to Michael how much he loved him. Michael sighed and rested his head back on the pillow beside Alex’s head.

“I love you, too. Let’s order Chinese,” he offered. And that was that. They were back to smoldering and domesticity. They didn’t have to desperately cling to every trace of affection and attraction anymore because it was always there, under the surface, ready for them. There was no fear of losing it because of an unguarded word or action. They were home for each other.

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[miaurri]

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤-𝐔𝐩

Synopsis: Yuuji is your nurse and it’s his job to take care of you  Genere: Smut  Contains: Futa, Monster cock, Overstimulation, Handjob, Blowjob, Size difference, Cum inflation 

Waiting in the rooms you were assigned, you kept shifting in your seat as you wait patiently for the nurse to come in and check up on you. You felt your pants getting tighter and tighter, it was so unbearable you felt as if you were going to pass out. It’s only been about a few minutes since you came into the room but it felt more like hours. Your face was flushed red with your eyes being able to focus on one thing. But thank god you didn’t have to wait any longer, you hear the sounds of high heels clicking against the floor as it kept getting closer  You felt a bit nervous though, even though the nurse is a girl and while you were female presenting it was uncommon still for hospitals getting futa patients. You just hope you don’t scare her with your massive cock-  As the heels stopped and the doorknob turns you braced yourselves to face the nurse who’s gonna take care of you. But to your shock you see a boy with pink fluffy hair walk in instead. He worse a typical nurse outfit you’d see at a halloween store, short tight white dress and a little hat to match.  What was notable though was how you can see the slight outline of his cock from his dress. Your eyes kept falling down to see his red high heels he wore, suddenly your eyes met his. “Hi, I’ll be your nurse for today!”  You replied back with a small hum and nod. The nurse seemed to be rather cheery. As he went over to sit down onto the spinning chair that was near a computer he started to ask you basic stuff, your name, why you’re here, other personal info and even introducing himself. Nurse itadori...cute name.  “So it looks like you might have a fever, but it also seems you’re a futa too..hmm” He hummed as the sounds of him clicking on the mouse filled the cold room. He turned over to you suddenly as he looked over at you, you leaned back a bit feeling a bit nervous. Yuuji simply went down on his knees in front of you all of the sudden, you leaned back as he started to palm your crotch  “Well, for our futa patients we give them a ‘special treatment’ for their fever. Which means we need to drain as much cum as we can...so relax sweetie, ok?” He smiles up at you innocently before he unzipped your pants and pulled down. You puled nervous as you felt your cock slipping out. While Yuuji was getting ready to suck you off suddenly  plop!  Yuuji was taken back, he blinked in shocked as his eyes widen at what he was hit with. Your cock was massive, the length and girth ratio was something he hasn’t dealt with someone like this in his job before. He was now the one who gulped nervously as well. “O-Oh my, you’re so...nevermind, I got this” He shook off what he said before he took you in But his mouth stretched over to your tip he choked a bit, it barely covered your tip but he was already gagging. He had two hands rubbing your base while he licked all over your cock. You let out a strained moan as you watched your nurse sucks you off.  He kept kissing and licking all over your cock and even tried stuffing his mouth your balls, giving both of them love while he tries to take you in again. But he was struggling, he kept going deeper but already he was losing air and pulled away. Couching up some spit and drool before continuing  “Uh, N-Nurse...you ok?” You were breathy but your hand went over to pull the nurse’s head off your cock. You felt a bit bad since he was obviously struggling yet, why was it so satisfying to see him struggle to take you in?  You felt bad, you didn’t like seeing someone struggle but seeing your cute nurse attempt to take your cock in was making it twitch even more, but now it only caused more pain to you due to your fever. “I-I’m ok! Just give me a moment...” He panted before going back again to suck you  His tongue flicking your tip and his hands rubbing your base faster, he was drinking up your precum like its nothing. Feeling it run down his throat he kept on sucking and sucking. But wasn’t enough for you to entirely cum. You were getting frustrated and he was getting desperate  You can’t take this anymore- It’s going to kill you and without thinking you suddenly pushed your nurse off of you. Leaving a yelp from the nurse you got on top of him. He looks up at you shocked and flustered, drool trailing from his lips. “W-What are you doing?!” He asked with nervousness in his voice as he whimpers  You didn’t reply, too into your fever you suddenly ripped off his skirt. Letting out a gasp as he covered his throbbing cock. You force his legs open before you suddenly slid yourself in, luckily it didn’t hurt as much from all of Yuuji’s spit and drool that covered your cock  But he was left with a massive belly bulge. “AHHH!!! FUUUCCCK!!” Yuuji cries out loud, definitely loud enough for everyone in the hospital to hear. His cock shot loads all over his belly before you started to thrust. Your hips snapping into him as he starts sobbing in pain and pleasure  His face was now equally as red as yours. But you kept stretching him out by thrusting inside him, watching as his belly bulge kept appearing and disappearing. You made him place his hands onto this bulge, which made his cock twitch some more.  “Feel that? Y-Your first monster cock inside you feels so good doesn’t it?”  “Y-You’re stretching me out!! S-Slow down please!!” He sobbed out, his words slurring from how much he was feeling. Keeping eye contact with you suddenly thrust faster into him, making his cock again twitch and cum from you hitting his prostate.  Being brutally fucked on the floor he begs and begs for you to cum inside him already. “C-Cum in me! Please please please pleeaaseee!!” His eyes were glassy with tears. He was so unabashedly loud, his cock kept squirting out more and more lines of his white sticky fluids.  “Y-Yea, you want me to fill your hole up?” You felt yourself close, throbbing inside him only made hims cry out more. His tears were ruining his makeup, mascara running down his soft face while he kept his hands on his bulge.  “Y-Yes please!! I-I want your cum so badly!!! I- Ahhhh!! I wanna be your hungry cock whore!!!” Yuuji was out of it, he was so fucked out his tongue was hanging on the side of his mouth. But you kept thrusting faster and faster into him. His copper eyes rolled to the back of his head before he suddenly felt something fill him out.  “Aghhhhhh!! Take it!! Take all of me!!” You gave him one final hard thrust before letting yourself go. Suddenly Yuuji felt himself cum once again, arching his back while you filled him to the brim, cum expanding his stomach and dripping onto the floor. He heaves and drooled, too fucked to even think straight he lays there as you pulled out. Now your cum kept spewing like a fountain from the boy’s hole. You felt your cock slowly getting limp and softer while the size slowly goes down. Once getting back into reality you panic seeing how unresponsive your nurse was  “I-I’m so sorry!! Uhhh, do you want me to uh..g-get help?” You ask nervously, pointing at the door as Yuuji blinked before mumbling out. “N-No...ju...just go pick up the..m-m...med...yea” He was too tired from being fucked. You excused yourself from him before closing the door behind him, you wanted to help him out with cleaning the cum but you were way too nervous to go back and stay there for longer  Let’s say the poor janitor had to clean the mess afterwards and now Yuuji had to call in a sick day or two from not being able to move his legs. 

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