#took a shower and changed clothes and felt a bit better but for the rest of the day I've been exhausted and tense

[peachydinosaur]

had an upsetting and disturbing interaction in the Walmart parking lot today that triggered a pretty bad adrenaline surge (i have POTS so they can be very intense and hard to recover from) (long story short someone was driving like an asshole and blocking me/menacing me/yelling at me, i flipped him off, he tried to hit my car with his car) but I'm feeling better and better about it bc... that's an insane reaction to have. 'oh someone flipped me off, a valid reaction to this is to try to hit their car with mine'

also feeling better thinking of the look on his face after he did it. he *had* been laughing, feeling like a big man, but he did that and i just started fucking screaming and pointing and whatever fucking hand gestures, and the pedestriansvwere just looking at him like 'what the actual fuck' and a few of them scurried away, he looked startled and THEN he reversed to give me room to leave. guess he wanted me to start sniveling and apologizing? like 'nooooo I'm sooooo sorry PLEASE don't hit my poor little car with your big manly car 😭' but instead i had the entirely reasonable reaction of anger and screaming at him. i don't think I've yelled that loud in years.

like what in the actual fuck? what kind of reaction is that? 'you're doing what I've indicated that i want you to do and trying to drive away, but you flipped me off. let me just. crank my steering wheel towards you and accelerate towards your vehicle at a speed that's unsafe for parking lots and then slam on the brakes a foot away from hitting you' like his truck moved at least half a car length in no fucking time and if i hadn't ALSO slammed on my brakes he would've hit me. that is NOT in any realm a normal or reasonable thing to choose to do

i was backing out of my fucking parking spot. at the point where you've pulled out of the spot and now you're kind of in the middle of the lane, i had my wheels turned all the way and was going forward to get into my lane. dude zooms up, pulls up on the right so that I can't pull into the lane like normal, and when i give him the 'what are you doing?' hand gesture/look he starts pointing at me to go around him. and that's literally not how parking lots work what the fuck do you mean dude why are you are on the wrong side of the road just let me leave. so, confused, i point and gesture for him to go to the left of me like a normal fucking person. I'm just going 'what the hell am i supposed to do' because i don't WANT to be driving on the wrong side of the road in a busy parking lot, but there's cars behind me too so i can't back up. I'm sitting like that for maybe five seconds. apparently he is very unhappy that i pointed for him to go through the parking lot like a normal person and very unhappy that i didn't immediately and happily drive onto the wrong side of the road in a busy parking lot so he drives closer to me and starts yelling and pointing and getting mad. so i flip him off, i don't know why. i was startled i guess but i have a rule where i don't flip off other drivers if they're gonna see it. just panicked. i don't do that. that's not something i do. so yeah okay, whatever, I'm startled and I'd like to get the fuck out of this situation and the only option at this point is to drive around him. so i start trying to and he pulls that shit. THAT'S FUCKING INSANE!! IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT A THING A PERSON WOULD DO?? WHERE DO YOU LIVE WHERE A NORMAL AND REASONABLE THING TO DO IS MAKE SOMEONE THINK YOU'RE ABOUT TO SLAM YOUR CAR INTO THEIRS???? sir you are unwell

i don't know if anyone's even going to read this but like. have you ever seen someone accelerating towards you and thought you were about to be in a head on collision? that's fucking terrifying. in that moment your brain doesn't go 'there's not enough room for him to accelerate enough to cause me lasting bodily harm' your brain goes 'I'm about to be in a head on collision'

like. should i have flipped him off? no, i don't know why i did, i genuinely do not do that like ever. is there any world where if you sat me down and walked me through the interaction leading up to that where i would guess his next action is to consciously try to cause an accident in the Walmart parking lot? there is no such world, if it hadn't happened to me i don't think i could've ever come up with it

when he backed off and looked a little startled i think it was less that he felt bad for what he did or realized he was in the wrong and more he realized 'there are at least five people standing/walking in this parking lot that just saw me do that. if i do anything else I'm not going to get away with it' and like look at the optics on that. him, 50 year old man in his massive new looking red truck, on the wrong side of the road, to me, young woman in a 25 year old sedan. that's not a good look for him. maybe he was startled that my response was anger and screaming, like, he definitely wasn't expecting that. i don't fucking know. i just know that it's fucking insane to try to cause an accident in the Walmart parking lot

#the adrenaline surge fucking sucked #i have hyperadrenergic POTS so my adrenaline response is. extremely overreactive #like initially i was just angry. that's just what happens when something spooks me and i get an adrenaline surge #just felt so fucking mad that once i was out of the parking lot i just screamed at the top of my lungs #and then i just started sobbing and almost had to pull over bc i was hyperventilating #i managed to calm down enough to finish the drive bc it was only five minutes #but once i got there i had to just sit in the car and sob for a while before i could compose myself enough to walk in #said hi real quick to my boyfriend's roommates and went to his room to lay down and cry #chugged an entire Gatorade and some water and texted him #he was on break at work so he called and i could not stop crying on the phone #and we've been together for a few years so he's familiar with the concept of I'm going to cry for up to an hour after an adrenaline surge #but i just sobbed on the phone #felt better after a little bit #and then realized that i had sweat through all of my clothes to the point where i was at minimum damp all over #absolutely soaked at the pits it was gross #took a shower and changed clothes and felt a bit better but for the rest of the day I've been exhausted and tense #all of my muscles hurt and i have a headache and my tinnitus has been extra loud #brain fog has been especially bad and i almost started crying when my friend killed me in a video game #a video game where it is normal to kill each other #had to take a few minutes to just sit there and calm down #hopefully i don't feel too bad tomorrow but i haven't had an adrenaline surge this bad in a long time and they really can fuck with you #i thought i was going to be in a head on fucking collision in my car!!!! i think that could elicit an adrenaline response in any normal guy #but i am cursed with 'will have an adrenaline response to anything remotely startling' disease #and when it's a big adrenaline surge sometimes I'm just gonna be out of commission the next day #our bodies weren't meant to have big adrenaline often! it's for when the tigers are about to get you! it's for life or death situations! #which is good and fine for when there are tigers and death #but it really does take a fucking toll #anyways in exhausted and can't sleep so good luck everyone! #hope your day was better than mine #i said things

[sincerestlove]

Stress Relief - R.G.

thank you for the request, Anon! soft Regina supremacy lives here.

Request: Can I request Regina x reader where Regina had a super stressful day and she needs something to take her stress out on? It can be fluff or smut ur choice <3

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: None - just lots of kissing, Regina being a big sweet soft baby, needing comfort from R

Your P.O.V.

The sun was setting slowly along the horizon when the bedroom door finally swung open, slamming shut a moment later. You'd been waiting all afternoon for Regina to come home, as it was your long-standing "study/date night". Most of the time, it ended being more date than study. The blonde hair of your girlfriend came into view first, a loud, exasperated sigh falling from her pretty, pink lips. She was visibly exhausted, shoulders tensed and bunched up around her ears. Her usual smoothed out hair was a bit frizzed and tied up in a loose bun, strands falling in front of her eyes. You swore you could spot a slight darkening underneath them, too.

She still looked absolutely beautiful, though. Nothing could ever change that simple fact.

You decided to approach her slowly, given that her eyes were literally closed as she stood in the middle of the room, unmoving, backpack slipping from her hand and landing with a dull thud on the floor.

"Gina?"

You'd be lying if you said you weren't worried about her. She had mentioned having four exams in the same day, but you didn't realize the toll it would take on her.

She didn't respond as you moved closer, resting your hands onto her cold cheeks. She shivered slightly, involuntarily leaning into your touch. The comforting scent of Regina's sweet perfume filled your senses, taking your arms and wrapping her in a gentle hug.

"I'm tired. I'm stressed. I hate school."

You couldn't help but crack a smile at her childish tone, feeling her arms drape over your shoulders. The weight of her body felt nice as she leaned more into you.

"I know. What do you need, honey?"

She hummed tiredly. "Don't know. Food. Shower. A million dollars. You."

You sputtered out a laugh, pinching her in the side teasingly. She recoiled at the touch, deft fingers coming up to tickle at your hips. "Okay, well, I can give you 3 out of the 4. I'd win the lottery if I could for you, but, alas. I've wasted a fortune on scratch-offs by now, probably."

A smile graced her face, eyes finally opening to meet your own. They looked more gray today, with little sprinkles of blue and green dancing in her irises. You watched as her pupils grew larger at the sight of you, gaze dragging along your entire face. The way she looked at you always made your heart flutter.

"Kiss me." You blurted, feeling embarrassed at the sudden outburst. You didn't mean to say it, but obviously, knew your girlfriend would oblige. She always did, when you asked.

"Come here, then." Regina held her hands out for you, tugging you back flush against her. She leaned down then, painfully slow, taking your lips in a soft kiss. A warmth blossomed in your chest, burrowing its way up your neck, out to your fingertips and down to your toes.

Regina took hold of your hips, guiding the pair of you backwards, until her knees hit her massive bed. She sat down, pulling you down with her, onto her lap.

The soft mattress sank slightly, supporting the pair of you with ease. She had to do a slow crawl backwards to lean against the headboard, finally able to settle comfortably. Having you in her lap always made her feel better.

The blonde took your lips again, sighing softly into your mouth. Her warm breath fanned along your cheeks, your hands coming up to rest above her heart.

You exchanged kisses for god knows how long, too wrapped up in each other to care about the time ticking by. Soft kisses were accompanied by soft touches, fingertips dancing underneath clothing, skin warming and flushing with the attention.

"Do you feel better?" You murmured against her lips eventually, hands coming to play in the thickness of her hair, releasing it from the bun. It had nearly fallen out on its own, anyway. You tucked some of it behind her ears, dragging your nails gently along her scalp.

Regina smiled, looking so soft and pretty, having melted like putty in your hands.

"Duh. I still want my food and shower, though."

short little one :)

i hope you enjoyed!

as always, please leave requests if you have any!

#regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls

[anadiasmount]

love struck - jude blurb.

request: yes! mix of my imagination and also @judesecret as well! 🤍

“you’re shivering, baby,” jude laughs, wrapping the towel around your body and rubbing his hands in your shoulders to warm you up. he pulls you into his chest, feeling great warmth. and beat from his embrace as you close your eyes and relish the feeling. you ignore the small nickname, still not used to the fresh relationship with jude.

“i-i-i know. i didn’t-t-t see the r-rain coming,” you say giggling, wiping your nose with the towel as you felt a water drop run along the skin. “you’re crazy, you know? walking in this storm just to show me the new minion movie trailer?” jude teases, resting his head on yours as you finally stop shivering from cold.

“despicable me four, actually,” you correct him, hiding in the crook of his neck embarrassed. “and, to see you before i travel to germany for a work trip,” you say shyly, leaning back to stare at his brown iris who shined even in the dark corner by the entrance.

“gonna miss me that much?” jude asks, kissing your nose, making you nod slowly and intimidated at the proximity of both of you. “gonna miss you too. wish you could stay here with me since our next game is here at home…” jude replies.

he could sense the nervousness, chuckling deeply before pulling away. “how about we have a movie marathon, tonight? i’m off tomorrow and i wanna spend the night here with my girl,” he says walking to the kitchen to retrieve something. you furrow your brows in confusing or maybe coming to the fact on what he said.

“you mean like spend the night over? like a sleepover?” you say walking to the kitchen, wrapping the towel tighter against you.

“only if you’re comfortable with it. i don’t want to rush you or make you feel uncomfortable,” jude says, knowing you. he knows how new the relationship is, and the last thing he wanted was to scare you away because of how shy and reserved you were. “if you start snoring i’m out though,” you joke agreeing to his suggestion, earning cheering of yes from jude.

“cmon let’s get you showered and changed.”

jude handed you some of his clothes as you took a hot and steamy shower. you let your mind wander to tonight and how it would play out. it would be the first time you spent the night at his. when you came over it was for the evening and to hangout but staying over was always out of the picture.

you could barely look him in the eye without feeling your head spin or get shy under his gaze. you’d drown yourself with his smile and big brown eyes. if he asked you to do anything, you would do it with no hesitation. he had a spell or daze that always drew you in no matter what.

jude would always be the one to initiate hand holding, hugs, even kisses. you appreciated him so much for that feeling nervous or overall giddy because you couldn’t believe he was actually yours. if he sensed you were nervous he would kiss your hands to distract you from whatever you thought.

out in public, jude gave you a small peck on the lips to reassure you he was here for you, not once leaving your side, letting you have the say when you wanted to call it a night. he kept you at your side, protecting you from anyone who wanted to be quick and jump at you. “you’re like my bodyguard,” you often joked earning a laugh from him.

you don’t know what changed, one minute you guys laughed and spoke quietly as you made a fresh cup of chocolate, eyes gleaming in happiness as you got to spend the night with him. feeling better then cuddled up quietly as you watched the movies, to now where you sat on the edge of the bed bitting your nails anxiously.

jude had finished taking a shower and brushing his teeth. he walked in and saw you sitting on his bed, shaking his head in amusement as you looked down not being able to meet his eye when he returned shirtless, abs in full show. jude caged you in on the bed, arms locking you in side to side as your eyes connected.

“what are you think about?” jude whispers making you clear your throat and smile. “how lucky i am to have a boyfriend who takes care of me,” you say hiding the anticipation and urge to kiss him first. jude smiles looking down after couple seconds of silence.

your hands cup his face, just above his jaw making jude look back up rapidly, seeing your flushed face and bottom lip bit. “baby what are-”

you cut him off with a rushed and urged kiss. closing your eyes sinking into his taste as your lips molded with his. it took jude a while to process what was going on, not believing you had finally initiated and kissed him first. he could feel your hands slowly fall onto the nape of his neck. jude’s stomach filled with butterflies, the chilling sensation running down his spine as he tasted your sweet taste.

jude kisses your further, making you let out a small whine and kiss him deeper, clashing teeth as you moved your head slightly. you felt the fire run along your veins, getting dizzy from how jude was kissing you, jude the same. he got nervous all of the sudden due to the fact you weren’t being all hidden away, letting you be in charge.

the two of you let out breaths, the room filling with the sound of your kissing and noises you made. jude got lost, lost in how you tasted, how you kissed him with urgency yet love, lost in how much he loved this new side of you. he wanted it all, more with you.

jude pulled away, out of breath and panting, lips red and plump from the kiss. you giggled resting your foreheads together processing what had just happened. you finally did it, what you wanted to do for a while. “you kissed me first,” jude said licking his lips making you squirm.

your hands traced his cheeks, feeling a sense of confidence inside you. “i know… been wanting to do it for a while,” you confess watching jude’s eyes go crazy in bewilderment and lust. he couldn’t believe it, his shy girl wasn’t so shy, and he was sure he fell even more in love with you. jude smirked kissing the inner part of your wrist before speaking up again.

“wanna show me again? i think i forgot how it felt…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb

[multific]

All You Wanted

Ultimate Predator x Reader

Read Part 1 here. Part 3

Warnings: human x alien relationship, incorrect description of pregnancy and birth 

Summary: Maybe being pregnant wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but having your strong and big mate close did help.

You felt so sick at times you couldn't even move.

You felt so sick at times you couldn't even eat.

If it wasn't for the huge Yautja telling you that you need to eat something, you wouldn't have.

You know he was worried.

He liked to plan everything ahead. It is what he was created for after all, to plan and to execute. 

And as your pregnancy progressed, it became more and more difficult to plan. As your belly began to show, you grew weaker. You could barely sleep or move.

But you weren't broken. Oh, not one bit. You knew you needed to be strong for both of you. You wanted this child more than anything.

You were glad that your Mate often checked your and the baby's health. It at least gave you an idea of what was going on, he also tried to explain everything simply so you would understand.

Then, one day, almost everything changed.

You started to crave the food you couldn't keep down for weeks. Your energy was back and you could sleep a lot easier.

It was strange, but you didn't complain. 

Then one evening.

"I wish to be in water." you said suddenly and you could tell the translator had issues.

He looked at you before pointing at the shower.

"No. I need a lake or something." Lake. On that planet? You must have gone insane.

But there was a small pond close by.

He found it not too long ago when looking around the planet. His dog kept you company while he left.

And so, when you requested for water, he brought you there.

You wanted to enter as soon as you arrived but he put up an arm, stopping you.

He entered the water, and soon you understood why he stopped you. He was waist-deep in. Which meant the water had to be very deep, thankfully you did know how to swim. 

While he knew the water wasn't toxic, he checked if there were any creatures living in there which could hurt you.

You had a rather comfortable cloth wrapped around you, you usually slept in that but you thought it would be better not to be naked in the water. Even if there were no creatures on this abandoned planet.

When he found nothing, he put his arm up, you took his hand as he lifted you towards him, slowly, he eased you into the water.

It was cold, which did make you hiss a little, it made him flinch as he pulled you back up out of the water. You placed a hand on his shoulder, letting him know it was okay, and so, he put you back into the water.

As you slowly swam around, thankful for the water and how easy it made your movement.

He walked out of the pond, clicking something to the dog as it sat up. You watched as he walked away. You assumed he had to check on something.

You were leaning against the stone when you heard a shuffle behind you.

You turned and saw your mate, moving to join you hopefully. 

"It is a lot better like this." you told him as he sat down behind you across the small pond. "The little one keeps moving and I can't get comfortable though." You knew he wouldn't understand, you didn't have any means of translation. 

You turned back, and with your back to him, you moved slightly, leaning against the ground.

Your mate slowly got back into the water as he walked over to you, slowly pulling you closer to his chest. One hand on your belly as he moved you. 

"Thank you." you said with a slight groan as you felt another kick against your husband's hand.

The yautja slowly turned you in the water. 

You slowly moved in the water, feeling weightless. You placed your hand on top of his hand which rested on your belly. 

You felt the little one move and by the twinkle in his eye, so did he.

You smiled as you looked around, you weren't outside the home that often, while the planet did have many trees, or at least what you would call trees, and plants, it was fully abandoned. Noone lived there only the creatures which roamed the green planet. 

This planet was a lot like your mate, you noted.

This planet reminded you a lot of the elements, survival of the fittest and your mate was certainly that, a survivor.

An outcast but still a strong male.

You slowly relaxed against him as he held you. His rough skin actually felt really good against yours. You often found yourself running your fingers down his scales. 

Suddenly, he moved you to his other side as he walked to one side of the pond. He let go of you, leaving you there as you watched him walk across before turning. He put on his hands out, motioning for you to go to him, to swim.

"Alright." you simply said as you slowly started to swim to him, although you were tired, it did feel nice to move a little. Each time you reached him, he moved to the other side, or while you were swimming, he moved and you followed. You really enjoyed the water moving around you as you swam. You could tell it also calmed your little one.  

Once your little work out, was completed, he scooped you up and walked back to the house.

You let him change your clothes before he put you to bed.

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You had a suspicion that your pregnancy wouldn't take nine months.

Deep down, you were preparing every passing day. 

Yet, somehow, you were still not ready when the pains started.

There was no point in hiding it, you were about to give birth. You might not be ready, but your baby and your body certainly felt like you were.

Not even the pain was the worst part.

Not even the fact that you were about to give birth to a completely different species. It was the fear of you doing something wrong and it would affect the baby in a way you can't correct.

It is all you could think about as your mate hooks you up to all these machines. You heard two heart beats, your own and the baby's.

He even gave you some pain killers. Making sure you were comfortable before you had to start pushing.

You lost a lot of blood during giving birth. You fainted in and out of consciousness twice before he hooked you up to another machine. 

The third time, you heard cries before fainting, knowing you did it, you gave birth to a little boy and you could finally rest, it was as if your body shut down.

You woke up hours later.

It was so quiet and you were back on your huge bed, covered in furs.

You were so disoriented you didn't know what was happening. For a second you panicked when you didn't feel your baby bump anymore.

Then you noticed something in the room with you.

Not too far from you was the small bed which he made during your pregnancy. 

And in it was your babe, sleeping. You looked around, but couldn't find your mate.

You slowly moved in the bed, everything hurt but you needed to see the little one.

You slowly stood up, falling back on the bed as your legs could barely hold you, you nearly groaned out in pain that hit your abdomen. But you still wanted to see the little baby.

So, you tried again.

This time, you were able to stand but your legs were shaking as you couldn't take a step.

The little crib was so close to you, yet so far.

So, you needed a plan.

You moved back on the bed, shuffling as close to the little bed as you could before standing, this time you were able to catch a glimpse.

Your little one was sleeping on his belly. From what you could see he looked more alien than human.

You did fear you would give birth to a creature so bizarre, but from what you can see, his little face looked just like your mate's. 

His sight gave you some confidence as you were able to take a step closer, then another before finally arriving to the crib.

And there he was.

Beautiful little one. Rather big but he looked healthy. And you knew if he wasn't he probably wasn't sleeping here with you. You placed your hand on the crib before slowly walking back to the bed behind you. Positioning it right next to you so you could take a better look at him as you sat down.

You wanted to hold him. Your arms were itching to hold him but you couldn't wake him. 

Instead, you put your fingers through the bars and ran them down his little back.

He had scaly skin, and adorable little mandibles, he already looked annoyed much like an older version of a yautja and yet he looked so amazingly cute. 

You wondered if he had the same yellow eyes you had grown to love.

You wondered what, if any, human did he have in him. He certainly didn't look human. 

But he didn't have claws. Or at least not yet. his little fingers found yours as they wrapped them around yours. 

You counted all five, five little fingers and five little toes. 

Then he flinched a little before slowly waking.

You watched in awe. And something in you switched. 

All your long nights of worry, fearing if you would be a good mother if you knew what your baby needed, all boiled down to right here and right now.

He was about to cry, you knew he was.

Your body moved on its own, slowly lifting him out of the crib and putting him against your chest.

Slowly bouncing him as you kissed his forehead. He calmed down rather quickly. Not even making a sound as you moved in the bed. You moved to sit up against the pillows and be a little more comfortable.

Now that you had him in your arms.

You had a feeling Yautja women didn't raise their children this way. But you were no yautja.

You wondered how you would be able to feed him, given his mandibles were small and he had no teeth, maybe it wouldn't be a problem.

Then the door to your bedroom hissed open and there he stood.

Your eyes locked with his as he stopped in the doorway.

For just a second you worried you weren't supposed to take the babe from his crib but then you saw it in his eyes, it wasn't that.

He clicked something and the translator that he installed in the home did the trick.

"How are you feeling?"

"A lot better now that I am holding him." he waited a second for the translation before nodding. The door closed behind him as he walked over to the bed. Slowly sitting down next to you.

His huge frame didn't scare you anymore. You fit right next to him like a puzzle. He moved one of his arms behind you, pulling you to him as he looked down at you and the little one.

"Is he healthy?" you asked and he nodded.

"Strong, healthy and cried his eyes out to be with you." he said. "It isn't true yautja custom. You having to hold him. Most don't hold their children, while others do. It is to ensure the son is strong warrior." he said.

"I will hold him until I can't because he is too big." you said.

"I figured. I know human traditions. You hold him, feed him and love him. More than yautja does."

"He is beautiful." you said looking down at your sleeping child.

"He has your eyes. Human DNA inside him, but Yautja DNA more permanent, it is why he looks more like me."

"I don't mind. As long as he is healthy." upon hearing you say that, he tightened his grip around you a little bit.

"I'm proud." 

"You should be, you have a son."

"No, proud of you. Human gave birth to Yautja, strong one."

"I had good DNA to mix with mine, you said smiling up at him."

He soon let you lay back as you slowly fell asleep. You placed your baby back into his crib before moving back to your favourite position, being the little spoon as his huge body wrapped around you like a second blanket.

This was your life know, with your mate and son.

And you wouldn't change it for a thing.

After all, this is all you ever wanted.

Part 3 

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[henneseyhoe]

Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby.

Adonis x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: postpartum depression mentions, other baby related stuff

SUMMARY: Adonis trying to be as helpful as he can, but the reader finds it a bit overwhelming while dealing with postpartum depression.

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“Pacifiers?”

“Check”

“Burping cloth?”

“Check”

“Bibs?”

“Check. Babe, we have everything. I promise” I chuckle, watching Adonis go through a list of baby necessities on his phone, while trying to calm the whining boy in his arms, the man being adamant on keeping everything where they need to be just for times like this when his son was irritated.

“We have diapers right?”

“Mhm”

“What about wipes?”

“Yes, all in the nursery, Donnie”

“Okay, good, good….you need anything? Thirsty?” He tucks his phone away, rocking the now resting baby in his arms.

“Mmm…water, maybe?” I shrug and he nods, rushing out of the room. He had been acting like this all day, running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. I hadn’t even been home for two hours yet, just coming back from the hospitals secondary check up after a very unplanned home birth. The house was a mess from two days ago, my poor mother and brother being stressed out of their minds trying to deliver a baby that wasn’t supposed to be here just yet.

Luckily, him coming two weeks earlier didn’t matter and he was healthy as a horse. with the way he was screaming at the top of his lungs, you could tell that was a healthy baby. But, meanwhile I was pushing a 5 pound, big headed baby out of me, Adonis was scrambling to find a flight back to Cali so he could make it to the birth, which was unsuccessful. It took an entire day and some change to get back home, the man so disappointed in himself that he took a business trip so late in my 3rd trimester.

Though I told him to do it, he still felt bad, promising to never leave my side in circumstances like this ever again. The birth went smoothly even though it wasn’t expected, and as soon as Adonis landed, he was blowing up my phone with FaceTimes back to back. And he was completely serious with the ‘never leave your side” thing, cause he was on me like white on rice when he got home. Helping me to and from the bathroom, even though I could walk fine, supplying me with any kind of food or snack I asked for, diaper duty, which was the best perk, and massages.

He was showering me with all kinds of love and affection, but as fast as my high came from giving birth, the lows swooped in just as quick. The 6th day after birth came and postpartum depression came knocking. I was still functioning though. Not cause I wanted to, but because I had an infant now and had no time to dissect why I really felt the way I did.

As more days passed, I became more agitated with my circumstances and Adonis constant ‘bugging’. I knew it was from a place of love, but I needed rest before anything. I was just too cautious to tell him that, afraid I’d end up sounding like a bitch because I wanted a break from my husband for a few hours. Some women would have to beg their husbands to do what Adonis does, but I felt ungrateful because I didn’t have to, and quickly got tired of that because of emotions I couldn’t control.

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About three more days had gone by, and it had officially been a month since giving birth. My postpartum depression had subsided a bit, and I felt better about myself, but Adonis was the same, and so was my sleep schedule.

“…can I help you, sir?” I look over my shoulder, spotting my husband watching me intensely. The infant I had in my arms whines and mixes at the sudden movements, unlatching from my nipple for a moment before going right back to feasting. I was reclined in a couch placed in the nursery, praying to god that I could catch some Z’s.

“Huh?” He queries, still staring.

“You’ve been following me around the house like a lost puppy all day. Now you over my shoulder watching me nurse like I don’t know what I’m doing” I say, a bit agitated since I haven’t slept for more than a few hours everyday for the passed month.

“What? I know you know what you’re doing, baby” He completely ignores my other statement, his attention still drawn to my current ‘activity’. I blink at him for a prolonged second, then laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, well back up off my bumper, can you?” I suggest, waving him off with my hand. He sighs, leaning up and walking away. “Your daddy is a bit obsessed, don’t you think?” I look down at our son, his brown eyes fluttering closed as he begins to drift off into his fourth nap of the day.

I close my eyes too, relaxing.

‘Maybe I could sneak in a nap too’

just as I thought I was gonna have peace and quiet, I feel Adonis plop down right besides me, looking over my shoulder. I was in my right mind to lock him in a room now. I sigh, opening my eyes back up to the unpleasant sight of the sun shining through the baby blue curtains across from me. I’d rather see the inside of my eyelids. I was exhausted.

“…he looks like me, doesn’t he?” He pokes, smiling down at his new found pride and joy.

I slowly turn my head to the man, his face being so close to me that our noses touch. “Donnie…get outta my face” I mellowly warn him, ready to run him out of the nursery.

“I’m sorry! I’m just intrigued. I wasn’t there for when he came, I just wanna make that time back” I bite back a loud cackle for the sake of not scaring my son out of his cinnamon toned skin. Snorting, I cover my mouth.

Giving him a ‘be serious’ look with the tilt of my head, I uncover my mouth. “Donnie, please. It’s been almost five weeks since his birth, you came a day late, and it’s not your fault. Be happy you even found a flight that would get you back here so suddenly. Plus, you already made that 24 hours back, now you just being clingy” I say, pecking his lips twice. “It’s just a bit…overwhelming right now, that’s all,”

“I’m not saying it’s you, I’m not not really in a place to…ya know…be as social with you as I was before”

He nods, understanding. “And you know I love you, but sometimes I don’t need anything at all, just silence” Taking in everything I say, he doesn’t argue, understanding that maybe he was doing a little much on the waiting hand and foot, asking me questions at every movement I made.

He caresses my thigh, kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m really not trynna stress you, I just don’t wanna feel like I’m not doin’ enough, or want you to feel like I don’t care”

I smile. “It’s okay. Just tone it down a bit, okay? Next week I promise you can be as clingy with us as you want” he nods, starting to play with the little mitten that covered our sons hand. I knew he still wasn’t gonna leave any time soon yet, waiting for the baby to stop eating so he could hold him again. I just let him be. For now.

“Does it hurt?” He asks suddenly, and I shake my head. “Not really. It did for the first few times, but since he’s latching better, no”

“…he getting enough, right?”

I pause, my eyebrow raising at the man.

“Yes, my titties produce enough milk for our son. Any other questions, doc?” I ask with playful attitude.

He shakes his head, still looking. It was silent for a moment , only the sounds of summer rain tapping against the window and swallowing followed by shallow sighs from the infant being heard. That was until I decided to put my boob up and replace my nipple with his favorite paci since he had fallen asleep, remembering the doctor told me not to feed him while he’s not awake, considering my milk supply was fine and he gets full fast.

Yet, that still doesn’t stop my husband from breathing down my neck, attempting to reach for him, which I dodge by brushing him off with my shoulder.

Taking a breath, I glare at him. “What, Adonis? You wanna feed him?”

His eyes glimmer with excitement as he smiles, perking up at the simple question. “I can? Yeah” he asks before quickly answering.

“Grow some titties then” I pat his chest then stood to my feet, now attempting to burp the resting baby.

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[clockwayswrites]

Catching Cold, Part 3

WC: 1061, Masterpost

CW: Past vivisection, general discussion of wounds, bad parents Jack and Maddie

The duffel bag had a full med kit in it.

Danny was grateful for it, beyond grateful, but why did the bag have a full med kit in it? Why did Danny know where the bag was? Why did it have clothing that fit him and extra shoes and a wad of cash? Danny stuffed the cash back into the sock he had found it in and opened the med kit.

It was very, very well stocked. He was past when he should change his bandages, really. His chest pulled as he peeled off his shirt and he bit back a noise at the pain. Maybe sitting in the truck the whole day hadn’t been the best for him. His bandages looked clean at least, no seepage.

He had just gotten the wrappings off and was gently cleaning the wound when there was a knock at the door.

“You in there, kid?” It was Midge, the driver Danny had been riding with.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in? Got some stuff for you.”

“Um, sure.”

The door opened and Midge froze at the threshold. “Jesus, kid. Who the fuck did that to you?”

Danny stared at his chest in the mirror. It really did look gruesome, he supposed, reddened skin still stitched together, cut in a y from collar bone to sternum and down the center of his chest. Everything around it looked like one massive bruise.

“I had to have surgery,” Danny mumbled.

“Yeah? What for?” Midge asked, edging a little closer, like Danny was some wounded animal.

Maybe he was.

He felt like one.

He shook his head. “Sorry, what?”

“What was the surgery for, kid?”

Danny opened his mouth then slowly closed it. He… It… his brows furrowed. He shook his head. “I don’t know. It happened suddenly. My parent said we’d talk about it when I was better.”

“The doctor didn’t explain?”

He shrugged. It pulled at the wound. “I don’t remember a hospital.” Was that weird? That was weird. “I went to sleep at home and woke up about a week later back in my bed.”

Midge didn’t say anything, just watched Danny’s reflection with their expressive brown eyes. Finally they gave a decisive little nod. “Okay, kid. I got you some shampoo, soap, and deodorant. The showers are through that door. You got a change of clothing?”

Danny nodded.

“Okay. I don’t have room in my cab for you to sleep, but Kenny is in the stop too and Paul isn’t with him, so he’s got room for you on a bunk in his cab. You want to head out with me when I leave?”

“You’ll let me?” Danny blurted out, too surprised by the offer to just accepted.

Midge’s eyes softened. “Yeah, ‘course. You said wherever I was going and my haul isn’t done yet. If you want to go with me, seat’s still yours.” They set the small bottle of shampoo, bar of soap, and tube of deodorant on the top of his duffel bag.

Danny stared at the little collection of items and had to blink back tears. “I, yeah. Thanks.”

“Okay. Clean up. I’ll meet you in the diner part of this joint in fifteen or so.”

“Thanks, Midge.”

“Sure kid.”

It took Danny a good few minutes just to gather himself enough to head into the shower room to quickly clean off. As he re-bandaged his chest with too practiced hands, his mind spun.

He didn’t remember a hospital, not for a single moment.

His parents were keeping something from him.

The stitches were in the same neat rows that his mother used to use stitch up his broken stuffed animals with.

Danny rushed to the toilet and threw up what little was in his stomach.

What had they done to him?

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Midge was sitting in one of the peeling linoleum booths, looking freshly showered and talking to another driver. Danny tugged on the edge of his hoodie as their eyes turned to him.

“Kid, over here.”

Danny shuffled over. He sat down across from midge, tucking the duffel bag next to him. He’d stuffed what could be useful from his backpack into it and thrown away the rest. He wouldn’t need that chemistry textbook anymore.

“Kid, this is Kenny. Kenny, the kid,” Midge said with a little wave between them.

“Nice to meet you, Kid,” Kenny said like it was Danny’s name. He had a big busy beard that was going grey around the edges and a kind smile. “Guess you’re bunking with me tonight.”

“Yeah, thanks for letting me…”

“No issue. Normally my man Paul rides with me, but he’s helping his sister move this week,” Kenny said. “So dropped him off in the last city and I’ll try to find a job to get back to him soon enough. They could use the time though if it takes a bit.”

“Kenny is a talker,” Midge said. Midge very much wasn’t a talker. “What do you want to eat, kid?”

“I, um, not really hungry,” Danny said. His belly flip-flopped uneasily at just the thought of food.

“They do oatmeal. How about some oatmeal?” Kenny suggested.

Oatmeal… could work. Danny gave a silted little nod.

“Great! I’ll put in an order then go get cleaned up. They’ll call for it right over there when it’s ready,” Kenny said, motioning with one of his large hands as he stood and headed off before Danny could protest Kenny paying for him.

“Kenny is a good man, so’s Paul. Them and me and others, we have this group. We look out for each other at stops and on the road. We don’t let anyone cause any shit for any of the others of us. See, we ain’t the most typical folks. Kenny and Paul are married, been together ages before that. I don’t much care about gender, mine or others. We’ve got drivers who used to be one thing an’ are now another. We’ve all found our place on the road,” Midge said. It was the most Danny had heard them talk. “If you don’t have an issue with any of that and need to stay moving, we can see you safe. Just gotta help out when asked.”

Danny’s fingers knotted in his hoodie. He had to clear his throat. “I can do that.”

“Okay. Then welcome to the Rainbow Road, Kid.”

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AN: Danny's going on a journey! Whether he wants it or not. At least he found a group willing to fiercely protect a hurt kid. He's not the first one they helped out, even if his wounds are a new level of fucked up from what they're used to.

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[17caratssi]

My darling, honey pt 2 ; Jeon Wonwoo

part 1 is here!

You had been married to your teenage crush for three years and it was a wondrous journey added to the fact you just learned that you'd swallowed a watermelon seed.

Wonwoo was still working his ass off during the weekend and after he returned, you began preparing some light breakfast for him.

While he waited at the suffice dining table and stared at your back, he repeatedly expressed his regret as he was unable to spend the weekend together.

"It's fine. We have a lot of time together, don't dwell on it," you reassured albeit knowing he won't feel any better. Wonwoo became one with the silence and you were already used to it. He never spoke unless it was about you or something you asked for his opinion.

You finished with the cooking and he did the plating. Last night, he worked for only four hours but since he was called in the dawn, he felt sleepy quite a bit and you were the opposite.

As you both were eating, he looked at you oddly. You ceased to stop and raised an eyebrow, indicating your curiosity. "Are you done? Just leave the plate and go resume your sleep,"

Wonwoo shook his head and held your hand. Perhaps his palm was radiating so much warmth, you leaned forward in the coziness. "Hun, do you have something to tell me?" you asked.

Presented with ambivalence, Wonwoo took a minute to reply. He thought deeply before saying, "Don't you think I've been resting a lot these days?"

You could tell he was dourly asking. You have read it somewhere that if the husband loves his wife so dearly, he will experience early pregnancy fatigue rather than the wife. Thinking about how it related to his situation, you grinned.

Wonwoo smiled as if he was entranced by your reaction. He gave a gentle rub on your cheek and patted the back of your hand. He then told you to go upstairs and rest as he helped with the dishes.

You didn't refuse and went as he directed. There was nothing in your brain than the thought of how you should tell Wonwoo about your pregnancy.

While you pondered, he already completed the chore and got himself ready for the shower. Wonwoo looked bushed and you pitied him. After he came out from the wet, you beckoned him to the bed. Since he had changed his clothes inside, he didn't waste any time and ambled to you.

"I have something to tell you,"

Wonwoo hauled your whole body and answered. "Yes?" he was feeling cold and decreased the gap between your bodies. Seeing how comfy he appeared, on impulse, you straddled him and laid on top.

He took a different hint and whispered. "You want it?" Wonwoo asked with apparent lust. You let his hands explore your back but when he was getting dangerously near to your sensitive area, you grabbed his wrist and put a halt to it.

"We can't. Someone will see," you said. Attentively, Wonwoo kissed your neck and mumbled. "The outside? I'll draw the curtain," he sounded titillated and you honestly underestimated your own self-control. It was such a turn-on to see him inflamed but your conscience rushed in.

"No. Not outside but here," you brought his hand to your belly and reposed. Wonwoo didn't quite catch the periphrastic way you were telling but once he realized, the sparkling bright eyes shone even more brilliantly.

"Is it what I think it is?" he asked softly, almost audible. His palm smoothed around your belly and he looked at it. Wonwoo didn't need to ask twice as you clarified his question in a single nod.

You and Wonwoo had waited for 3 years and were confronted with many thrown doubts regarding your fertility. It wasn't something anyone can forget and take it lightly and so you began seeing specialists every few months to check on your body.

At first, Wonwoo did argue with you about it and at one point, you gave him a cold shoulder for a week. He wasn't easy to be persuaded but one day, he followed you for your regular check-up. On the way back, you requested to ride the bus instead. You two came by taxi and Wonwoo has no problem granting your wish.

After you picked your seat, Wonwoo got to his and sat quietly. You were having mixed feelings about today and leaned against your husband. "Are you alright?"

Wonwoo's response was fast but did not answer the question. He kissed your temple and said. "Let me know if you're going to your appointment next time. We'll go together," his mellow voice sang sorrow. You looked up to see his face and there hidden a hint of sadness in his beautiful eyes.

The journey home was blue that day, he knew his love for you was deep but not as much as the worries within.

Wonwoo was used to your prank and all but this news would never be one of them. After many attempts and tears, you two were gifted with a sunny revelation. He let out a light-hearted laugh and announced. "You're pregnant,"

"Y/N, you're pregnant!"

Wonwoo continued to have couvade episodes until the second trimester came by. Your belly swelled later than most women you knew. They told you it was normal for your bump to be small and even your husband assured you there was nothing to fret about.

Once it got bigger, you felt shy to stand bare naked in front of Wonwoo. You even made a fuss when he wanted to shower with you. "No, it's ugly. You will hate it,"

You only earned his grimace and a company for the bath. Wonwoo hissed as he smeared the shower gel over your body. His dissatisfaction was then voiced out, "How can you say this hideous? I'm the hideous one,"

You glared at him and covered his mouth. "Don't say that. It'll make it sound like I don't have a taste for marrying an ugly man," and that had Wonwoo cracked, you followed suit.

Out of blue, you felt something poking behind you. You flicked his head and pinched his waist. Flustered, you sheepishly exposed him. "Why are you getting hard?"

"Ignore that. You're just too sexy and I'm a pervert,"

"Yeah, a pervert," you chuckled with your hands fondling him already.

You and Wonwoo didn't have extensive exercise the whole pregnancy, fear if you'll get hurt. However, one night, you woke him up wanting to do it. He did it so gently that you squirmed around and begged him.

"Go harder.."

"No, honey. You're near due,"

Wonwoo had a hard time practicing abstinence in your later weeks. He hadn't done it for almost a month and he thank God for not testing him too much. Seeing how seductive you acted that night, he went out of his principle and pleased you.

He was feeling bliss all over but you were his priority. He felt the familiar sensation inside you and he smiled. "Come for me," he knew it won't take him long to bring you an orgasm. He kissed your neck and thrust a few times more before he had you ended.

Panting, you loosened your arms around his torso and asked. "Did you come? Don't lie to me,"

Wonwoo was about to tell a lie when you added. He didn't dare to ejaculate inside after he learned that semen can cause contractions. He then flashed an apologetic smile at you. "I can use my hand,"

Wonwoo never used his hands and you've long known. That hurt your heart even more. You pushed him off and got up to wash.

Whether you were pregnant or not, Wonwoo wasn't close to tranquil if you were in the bathroom for a long period. He knocked on the door for the third time and asked if you needed any help but you chose to not answer.

After a while, you finished and silently left the bathroom. The sky was still dark and your husband wasn't in the bed. "Wonwoo?" you called him, slow-voiced.

Where did he go? Is he mad when I threw tantrum just now? You felt conflicted. He rarely let you sleep alone when he's home and now he did. Rather than furious, you wanted to see him.

But even after the nth time of calling him from the room, he still didn't reply. The after-sex effect kicked in and you began to yawn. No sign of Wonwoo getting into bed and you retired soon.

As soon as you hit the pillow, you couldn't open your eyes anymore. Having no desire to resist the sleepiness, you fell asleep and Wonwoo returned home to a sleeping wife.

He put the bag of condoms in the cabinet and properly snuggled against you on the bed. He had taken a shower downstairs before going out but he was afraid you'd wake up to his smell. It happened before and you had him slept on the floor the entire week.

Wonwoo stared at you as you fell deeper into slumber and fixed your position. Your round belly looked adorable and he recalled the moments when you cried because your swollen feet hurt.

He had hurried home that evening and massaged your legs with his uniform on. "Hubby," you sniffed, wanting his attention.

"Yes?"

Your face poker and you stayed silent for a good five minutes until you broke out of character. "I love you," you confessed out of nowhere.

With your nose running with a snort, Wonwoo laughed and hugged you. "Honey, if you keep being like this, I don't know how to survive,"

Wonwoo had lost count of how many times had he rushed home because you called him crying. He was always worried even though he may have an idea of what was happening.

Little things that you do to gain his attention basked him in elation. His love for you has grown impassioned and somehow anticipates the baby to come into this world of his and yours.

Before it reached dawn, Wonwoo was first to feel the wet bed and woke up. In a daze, he didn't quickly stir you but rather checked the ceiling.

However, it was your moaning had his head turned to you, full attention. "The baby- I think the baby's coming," you winced as you spoke. He can tell from your labored breathing that it must hurt.

Fortunately, you had been reminding him to get the maternity bag ready in his car. You were around his arms as he carried your weight to the car and placed you gently in the backseat.

As he drove to the emergency department, you told him you can bear the pain but he wasn't buying. Wonwoo got out and called for a team to attend to you. They instantly brought all the necessary equipment to the vehicle and performed the procedure.

Wonwoo was guided to the registration counter and while you were pushed into the waiting hall, the only thing that kept you conscious at the moment was his arrival.

You wanted him to be by your side so badly and if you suddenly had an emergency labor without him, you honestly would cry.

Perhaps, the baby wished to see his parents immediately, you were out into labor just several hours after that, and Wonwoo was permitted into the room.

The entire process was both scary and exciting for you. On one hand, you fret if you are drained out of energy while pushing the baby out but on the other, your husband was very collected about the whole situation.

"Honey, we can see the head already. Just a little push and we're going to meet our child,"

"I know you can. Grip my hand tighter as you push,"

You didn't know what was along his sentence that moved you but tears ran down your face and you made your last exertion in his presence.

The loud wailing was an end to your suffering. Wonwoo stayed with you and only when the midwives called to cut the umbilical cord he came about.

Days after you had the little one downright changed but Wonwoo never stopped giving his unreserved attention to both of you. He would promptly take care of the child in the middle of the night since you'd had it in the morning when he was out to work.

It was a challenging period as it was Wonwoo's first experience as a father. He took a lot of advice from his parents and other people and in the blink of an eye, the child is now two years old.

At first, many said that the baby took your features but he seemed to be the carbon copy of his father. His first word was 'mummy' but all he called now was 'daddy'.

"Daddy, pick me,"

"Daddy, toys,"

Daddy here, daddy there. You couldn't help but feel bitter inside. You and Wonwoo did spend equal time with your son but his blatant preference made you green. But maybe part of him inherited from how clingy you were to your husband. “He’s just like you, Y/N,”

He gifted a peck on your jaw and smiled softly. Suddenly, a voice from the little one chimed in. “Mummy, no!” and cause a rupture of laughter from the adults. You teased him by giving his favorite person more kisses. “Daddy’s mine,”

Wonwoo will never have this memory faded. He’s glad that you confessed to him that day.

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[onlymingyus]

Tension

pairing; lee seokmin (dk/dokyeom) x his hand/reader

genre; smut

warnings; sexting, exchanging of pictures, masturbation (male)

w/c; 1.1k and some change 

requested; no

a/n; i love you @onlyseokmins

Dokyeom leans against the hotel bathroom counter, his eyes moving over his face in the mirror. He looked as exhausted and tense as he felt. The week had been nothing but meeting after meeting. Call after long call and none of them with the person he wanted to talk to. 

He knew you were just as busy as he was, yet you were always better at prioritizing your time than he was. At least you this day by sending a cute morning text each day, a midday text to see how he was doing, but it was really the evening text that kept Dokyeom thriving. 

The ding of his cell phone pulls Dokyeom’s eyes from the mirror to the device lying near his hand. Turning it over, he smirks seeing your name and a devil emoji next to [image attached] in his notifications. God, he missed you more than he could even explain. He knew the days would slow down and he could be back with you, in your arms and in your bed but those days couldn’t get to him quickly enough.

Swiping his thumb along the screen, Dokyeom groans under his breath as the picture comes into his view. You were stunning, truly the most beautiful person that he had ever had the pleasure of being with, and the fact that you allowed him to see you like this…so vulnerable? It took Dokyeom’s breath away and caused the blood to flow south in his body. 

In the picture, you were laying in your bedroom in just your underwear. The camera was strategically placed between your legs so he could look up as he would if he were laying between them. Dokyeom wished that’s where he was. He wished he could bury his tongue inside of you and make you scream his name.

At the thought, Dokyeom has to let out a slow steady breath followed by a laugh as his free hand grips the countertop a bit too tightly. His cock was so hard, he felt like he was going to burst. His boxers felt so tight and rough against his skin. 

With one more look at the photo of you, Dokyeom starts to shed his clothes piece by piece. A soft low groan escapes his lips when he finally is able to push his underwear past his already-leaking cock. Wrapping his fingers around his shaft, Dokeyom leans his head back feeling how much he is throbbing in his own hand. This work trip was going to be the end of him. He had lost count of the number of times he had jerked himself off to the pictures you had sent him, and he knew this time wouldn’t be the last. 

Biting his bottom lip, Dokyeom reaches for his phone flipping the camera to the mirror to take a picture of himself holding his cock for you. A bead of pre-cum oozing from his tip that he knew would make your mouth water. He’d give anything to have you on your knees in front of him, to watch your tongue collect it before it started to drip down his shaft. Instead, he feels it on his fingers causing him to shiver and glance at the shower.   

Once the room is full of warm steam like a layer of privacy, Dokyeom steps into the shower letting his back rest against the cold tiles. It is a striking difference from the feeling of the hot water running down his chest but a welcomed feeling all the same. 

Normally, he would close his eyes and think about you as he wrapped his hand back around his thick cock. He’d imagine it was your hand instead or better yet your smooth walls closing around him, but tonight Dokyeom’s eyes fell on his own hand. He watched as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock teasing his own slit causing his knees to shake. You loved doing that to him, you loved to watch his reactions and hear how it would make his breath quicken. 

Moving his hand downwards, Dokyeom twists his hand under his tip tightening his grip with a low groan of your name. The thought of you was enough to make his stomach tighten and his cock twitch in his palm. He wondered if you were touching yourself too after getting his picture. He hoped so. Dokyeom hoped that he would get out of the shower and find another picture of your messing fingers, your own cum on your lips because you had to see how you tasted. 

His breath quickens along with his pace, Dokyeom lifts one of his legs to rest his foot on a small low shelf in the shower. His head pushing back against the tiles, he doesn’t hold back how loud he is, not with how loud the water and his blood rushing through his veins sound in his ears. 

With a sharp hard flick of his wrist, Dokyeom pants through his climax, thick cum shooting onto the wall of his shower and dripping onto his hand. Licking his lips, Dokyeom can’t help but to smile at the feeling of tension releasing from his body. He almost feels guilty about enjoying the way his body seeps into a more relaxed state after he cums so hard. 

Leaving the shower on, Dokyeom moves from the shower, his body dripping water onto the floor so he can pick up his phone taking a picture of his messy hand and softening cock. He follows it up with a picture of the shower wall and a kissy emoji. He would have to wait to see your response once he actually used the shower for its intended purpose and made sure to clean up his mess so as not to leave any unwanted surprises for housekeeping the next morning. 

With his thick warm robe wrapped loosely around his body, Dokyeom sits on his bed using his free hand to rub a towel over his hair. His eyes scan over your messages while his lips pull up in a smirk. You had clearly enjoyed his pictures and now he was enjoying yours. He hadn’t been far off in his hopes. 

You had taken a picture of your hand covered in your own cum and another with your lips wrapped around your finger. Best of all was the message attached stating how much you wished you could be there to clean Dokyeom up. He wished the same in both ways. 

‘Soon. I love you so much. Sleep well, baby.’

One last message and Dokyeom sighs in his lonely room.

Soon. He would be home soon.  

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[veryberryjelly]

☕️ - 18 with theo nott

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

18 - softly kissing that place between their neck & shoulder

i decided to combine these two requests x

your period was never something you were ashamed of.

it wasnt something you could control so it wasnt something you felt you could actually feel ashamed or embarrassed about.

but just because you weren't ashamed about it didnt mean that it was something you went around screaming from the rooftops.

especially not to your boyfriend.

there had been times during your friendship & relationship where you had been a little closed off, and it happened almost every month when your period came.

you would be a bit quieter in group conversations, sit up in your dorm room a lot more and shut a lot of people out.

but this was the first time you had truly pushed everyone away because of how much pain you were truly in.

you had been locked in your dorm for two days at this point with the worst cramps you had ever experienced.

your dorm mates had caught on two days ago and had just told everyone that you were unwell, which meant being left alone for two days.

a lot of the time that was exactly what you wanted, but after two days with almost no interaction, you were starting to miss your boyfriend.

subsequently, your boyfriend was starting to worry.

so after his second class of the day, he decided to go and see you and make sure you were okay.

he found you curled up on your side, your eyes clenched shut and your arms folded over your stomach.

" y/n ?"

your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your boyfriends voice.

" teddy ?" you questioned, moving to sit up on the bed but your cramps ultimately stopped you.

he took the few steps towards your bed, sitting down on the edge of it with his hand instinctively resting on your leg.

" haven't seen you in a couple days, sweetheart. thought i'd check up on you. "

you could feel your eyes burning at his care for you. he skipped his classes to come and see you and make sure you were okay.

" you look quite pale, baby, are you okay ?"

of course you weren't okay. your stomach was absolutely killing you and you were both shivering and sweating.

you shook your head against the pillow.

it wasnt something you were planning on telling theo but it seemed you had no choice.

" 've got my period, teddy. just need to lay in bed for a few days "

" 'm sorry, sweetheart. "

" not your fault...didnt mean to shut you out either.."

he moved closer to you, sitting up by your pillows and brushing your hair behind your ears.

" i get it. but will you let me help you feel a bit better ?"

there was no way in hell you were turning that down, and a soft smile settled on your lips at his offer.

he leant down and pressed a short kiss onto your forehead before standing from the bed and dotting around the room to collect things. when he returned to the bed he had a hoodie, a damp towel and he had taken most of his uniform off.

he eased you up from where you were laying and shed your sweater that had been soaked through with sweat.

after leading you into a warm shower, theo had changed your bed clothes and run down to the kitchen to get you some food and tea.

he had a pair of pyjama shorts & one of his hoodies for you to change into.

the minute you collapsed into bed theo fell down with you, his arms instantly wrapping around your torso, his hands resting over your stomach and basically acting as a hot water bottle.

he buried his head in the crook of your neck, enjoying the way you nestled up against him.

" thank you, no one's ever done something like this for me before "

he pressed a short kiss onto the junction between your shoulder & neck, smiling softly when he felt the goosebumps raising on your leg.

" don't have to thank me for this, baby. want to be there for you when you need me "

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[malarign]

music of a forgotten pledge

(when he forgot about your recital)

contains: idolbf!Heeseung x fem!reader | genre: angst with fluffy ending | tw! swearing (literally just once but still) | wc: 1,0k

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author’s note: i got this idea just when i finished my other post (that's a c-major chord), but this time roles are a bit different, and it’s not a fluff anymore

You heard how the audience enthusiastically cheered after your successful performance. You played your whole program perfectly, putting your heart and emotions into every note, making a few people shed some tears and some throwing single flowers on the stage which you collected one by one.

You also felt like you were going to cry here and there, unfortunately not because of the music and emotions you conveyed in it. But because certain someone didn’t appear to remember about that one special day you had. Even though you asked Heeseung if he had any plans for that day even a few days ago he still failed to come and listen your recital.

You bowed to still the applauding audience and quickly went backstage. Passing by fellow musicians complimenting your gig you sat down in an only empty room trying to calm yourself down. Managing to stop your tears from flowing, you took your phone from a vanity only to see the live icon next to your boyfriend’s band name. You clicked on the notification to see another dance jam live, seeing how the boys were fooling around in their practice room. Usually, that view would make your day better and help you put on a smile, but knowing how those kinds of lives could have been postponed only made you furious. Remembering how excitedly you were telling him about all the pieces you’re going to play, him saying how he couldn’t wait finally to see you perform, made your heart break. You packed your bag, not wasting your time to change into more comfortable clothes, to pay a visit to one of Hybe’s practice rooms.

You arrived at the destination and paid the driver. Stepping outside you took a quick glance at your phone, seeing that they are dancing to their last song. You hurriedly went inside, bidding the security welcome. You asked one of the staff you recognized to hold the elevator for you and went to Enhypen’s floor. Not bothering to knock you just opened the door to see seven boys laying in different positions on the wooden floor, resting after a solid hour of dancing.

“Y/n!” Jungwon was the first one to notice your presence, the rest of Enhypen greeting you either with short and breathless “Hi” or just waving their hands.

Heeseung on the other hand raised his head and upper body to sit up, facing you. Ready to welcome you, he stopped when he acknowledged the way you were dressed. A long crimson dress hugged your body, a black folder filled with scores in your hand. This view made his heart sink, knowing how much he fucked up.

“Nice dress Y/n. Do you guys have a date?” asked Sunoo.

“Y/n dear, if you do, you got to wait, it’ll take some time for Heeseung to get rid of that nasty smell he had produced for the past hour” Jake joked, his comment followed by Sunghoon’s resounding laughter.

You still looked at Heeseung, but seeing how to didn’t budge to say anything twirled around and walked out of the room. The sound of your short heels echoed in the halls when you heard him running in your direction and calling your name. Not sparing a glance at him or stopping in your tracks, you soon felt his warm hand on your wrist making you halt. You looked at him, fury in your eyes. He saw the tear stains on your cheeks, regretting not putting this day into his calendar to remember better.

“Y/n, please, I’m really sorry…” he spoke when you interrupted him.

“You know what? Save your words. We’ll speak at home. After you shower,” you said somewhat cold-heartedly and emotionlessly, smelling the sweat from his soaked clothes.

His grip softened and you continued walking to the elevator, praying you wouldn’t have to awkwardly wait for it. Thankfully it arrived almost immediately, so you took a step inside and made your way to the exit.

You entered your apartment, leaving shoes near the front door. After changing your dress into pair of sweats and some big T-shirt that most probably didn’t belong to you, you sat yourself comfortably on the couch. You thought about the alternative day when Heeseung showed up to your recital, bought you beautiful flowers, and then after successfully capturing people’s hearts with your music took you on a date in some of your favorite restaurants. That’s how you imagined this day, but instead you were sitting in your living room, crying again, regretting not reminding him about it.

You cried so much you didn’t even notice when Heeseung came back home. He kneeled in front of you, his hair slightly wet after taking a quick shower, and your favorite flowers in his hand. You looked down at him, staring straight into his big eyes, that expressed apology in every way they could. Not letting him speak you fell into his arms, hugging him tightly. He placed the flowers on the coffee table and hugged you back, pulling you on his lap at the same time. While you continued to cry he rubbed your back and tangled his fingers into your hair.

“I’m really sorry, angel. I wish I could turn back time and be there on your special day, I really do. But I can’t, so I promise you to never forget about your recitals. Even if I’ll have schedule next time, I’ll do anything and everything to listen to you play,” he said taking your face into his hands and kissing your tears away.

“You promise?” you asked, voice cracking silently.

“I promise,” he stated, taking your hand and placing it on the left side of his chest.

You looked at him, tears still brimming in your eyes, but smiling softly.

“I should’ve just reminded you. I know how packed your schedule is and how easy it is to forget things while having so much to do.”

“Don’t take the blame on you, because it’s fully my fault. I should have remembered,” he protested soon pulling you to his chest.

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[callsignhood]

König on a rampage

Tags: Angst / Headcanons /‼️Description of violence and cruelty‼️ / Not proofread /Dark König??

Word count: 500ish

König was always on missions during his twenties. Sometimes it lasted for days, sometimes for weeks.

Being deployed and following commands was almost a therapy for him. It provided him the focus on something that could be controlled, rather than his untouchable anxiety.

Handling weapons and aiming targets was easier than handling relationships, which he was slow at.

He wasn’t too close to his team, but they weren’t strangers either, of course. He just had trouble to open himself up to anyone.

He was young, with a body built like an oak tree and nerves of steel. He always tried to maintain calculated during gunfights. Although he was young, he never acted recklessly. He was even willing to retreat if the consequences of pushing forward were high.

König rarely got shot since was agile and vigilant on the battlefield. If he was, he knew how to treat wounds because it was given as mandatory training.

His pain tolerance was very high. Or maybe he’s just good at keeping everything by himself. He’d clench his teeth and wrap the flesh tightly to stop the blood flow, take a few breaths, self-evaluate if he can do this or not, then continued to fight.

He barely had any rest, because he believed he didn’t need much of that. If he had a day off, he would wash off all the blood and sweat on his body, eat until he’s satisfied, then slam himself on the bed and sleep for an entire day.

König was then deployed to Berlin. It was a rescue operation from the hands of Al-Quatala, and he led a team of five.

It was a mission under raining bullets. The commander has underestimated enemies’ resources, and König’s team was struggling with limited assets.

One of them was down during this twelve hours pain-in-the-ass battle. It made König frustrated at the whole situation.

He sweated under his gears and gloves, changing mags and yelling out order behind cover. He counted his bullets, not enough. His commander has not yet telling them to retreat.

Fucking bullshit, he mumbled. This better not be a suicide mission.

He then e saw a child being thrown out instead of a grenade, a few feet beside him. As he was taking in this sudden information, a flash of explosion blinded his eyes, he felt himself being knocked out by the shockwave.

He growled at the pain, got up from the bloody ground after a few seconds of struggle, then he saw half of an arm and one foot. Small. Belonged to the child.

König took a few breaths, their death sinking into his brain and it made his blood boil. For the first time, he didn’t wait for further instruction by the commander, as he let rage takeover the body.

And it became his weapon, he stormed into the room with his assault rifle, shot down a few panicked enemy that was fleeing to take cover. They did not expect anyone would storm into their base recklessly like this.

He double-tapped them, then took pursuit on the rest like a beast going rogue. Six were on the base floor, four on the roof top. If his ammo ran out, he’d ditch it and grab a rifle from the dead enemies. Turns out they had a fucking heavy machine gun, that’s why König’s squad were showered with bullets.

If there was a chance for melee combat, he’d use the most painful method without a blink.

He got shot twice on the arm, once on the leg form the back. He bit through it, half with adrenaline, half with his flaming rage. He had enough with this. Nothing could stop König on his rampage.

The remaining two were guarding the hostages. König took aim and shot one of them dead with one bullet.

The other screamed and wanted to run, but König was faster, pinned him down and grabbed him like a prey. His own blood stained the clothing, and the burning revenge was dripping down from his eyes, glared down at the enemy.

“You like to be cruel, ja?” König spitted, stabbed the knife into his eye. “Then I’ll pay it back to you!” He gutted out those painful screams. Again and again, as it was the only way to calm himself down.

When König was done venting his fire out, he turned to the hostages. He was almost covered in red with a pair bloodlust eyes. They were trembling at the sight of this man, refused to go with him.

They had to be convinced by the rest of his team, so they could be finally escorted to safety. The team also took care of König. They were terrified too.

König finally passed out on the retreat heli by the blood lost and by his overwhelmed mind.

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[99hook]

Barely Breathing | Three

The aftermath of Tyler cheating

Warnings: angst, smut

A/N: third and final part to this series with @madhatterbri. y/n gets her revenge but probably not how you would expect

Tyler basically moved back in at his parent’s house after the breakup. He still had his penthouse but he didn’t want to be alone in it.

All of the reminders of you would haunt him if he went back. The dresser drawers that were cleared out of all of your stuff you took when you left and the photos of the two of you decorating the living room was something he just didn’t think he could handle right now.

He sent you text message after text message begging for a chance to explain everything but he assumed you must have blocked his number when days went by without a single reply.

It wasn’t until one night as he was sitting outside with his dad puffing on a cigar and having a glass of whiskey that his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he had to take a double look at the screen when he saw your name floating on it.

“Y/n wants to talk tonight.” He says, looking over at Taz with wide, hopeful eyes.

“I told you to give her some time to blow off steam. Still don’t agree with what you did, but I’m glad she’s giving you a shot to explain your stupid actions.”

Taz had been hard on him about the whole ordeal. He had no idea that Tyler cheated on you until he confessed it the night he showed up drunk at his door.

He didn’t scold him that night, because it was obvious that Tyler wasn’t in his right mind, but the next day and every time you came up in conversation, he made it a point to tell him that he made a big mistake.

“Yeah.” He sighs as he puffs on the cigar, exhaling some smoke above his head. “I’m gonna regret that for the rest of my life, honestly. I’m just glad she’s even talking to me again.”

“You should.” Taz adds, sipping on his glass. “Know what else you should do?”

“What?”

“Take your ass home and put on some new clothes. Shower, shave, fix yourself up. You’ve been moping around in the same clothes for days and I haven’t seen your hair wet since you got here, so I’m pretty sure you ain’t had a shower either.”

“I took one yesterday.” Tyler attested. “But yeah, I need to change. Guess i’m gonna go.”

He put the cigar out and finished the last bit of whiskey in his glass before he got up from the chair. Just before he was about to leave, his dad stopped him.

“Son, listen to me. If she gives you another shot, you better not blow it this time. You got a good girl who loves you and treats you good. Start acting like it.”

What Tyler didn’t know, was that good girl that left his house that night was nothing close to the girl who was stepping back in.

You had been completely broken down by what he did. It haunted you every single night. You went through all stages of mourning it felt like, but landed firmly on one that felt way better than sitting around crying over him.

You were angry. The more you thought about it, the more rage made home inside of you. The years you spent together and all the things you went through being completely disregarded for some girl he couldn’t keep his hands off of made you despise him even more than anything else anymore.

You just wanted him to feel the same pain you had to suffer through, and no matter how many texts he sends saying that he misses you and he’s just so damn sorry, you knew he wasn’t the level of sorry that he should be.

Tyler took his time getting ready. He had butterflies in his stomach for the first time in a long time. He kept glancing at the clock but time was going by so slow, he was just anticipating when you’d be knocking at that door.

He picked up a bouquet of roses on the way back. He didn’t know if you’d accept them but he felt like it was the very least he could do to thank you for giving him a chance to talk to you.

He was nervously messing with his hair when he heard the faint knocks at the door, and had to take a deep breath before he opened it.

Seeing you again was something that made his heart feel like it was getting squeezed by stone hands in his chest. You looked good. You didn’t look like you were going through a breakup by any means. He wondered if you had to take your time getting ready to hide what you really had been feeling like or if you were really just fine like you seem.

“Hey” he breathes out as he opens the door. You send him a barely there smile and step in. You spot the roses on the kitchen island and roll your eyes before he sees it.

“Those for me?” You asked, feigning a smile.

“Yeah, they are.” He walks over to the bouquet and passes them to you, thankful and relieved when you take them from his hand.

“My way of saying thank you for giving me a chance to explain things.” He says.

You set the bouquet down and shake your head.

“I��m not here to talk about what happened.” You tell him.

“You’re not?” I thought you-“

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips and instantly felt his hands on your hips, pulling you into him as close as you could possibly get.

When the initial shock wore off, he kissed you back with a newfound intention that suddenly hit him.

You stepped out of your shoes and made quick work of getting his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to pull it off before you locked your lips with his again.

It was painful to think about another woman kissing him like this, but you had to force those thoughts away before you ruined everything for yourself.

Running your nails down his abs made you wonder if her nails traced the same path. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair didn’t feel as soft between your fingers when you knew another set of hands had been in them too.

It solidified everything for you. You knew you’d never be able to forgive and sure as hell not forget.

Tyler’s lips trailed from your jaw to your neck as he unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your arms. He leaned back to look at you, his eyes filled with pure, undeniable admiration but yours were just dull, the life completely sucked out of them.

He was so caught up in the moment that he wouldn’t have been able to tell that you were just a shell of who you used to be standing before him.

He leaned down and wrapped his arms underneath you, swiftly picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom. Feeling the bed beneath your bare back as he gently laid you down was a strange feeling. You never expected to be in that bed again after that night.

He peppered some kisses to your collarbone as he slid your pants down, along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable underneath him.

“You are so gorgeous.” He whispered in pure awe. It had only been a couple days but he thought he’d never get to see you like this again.

You grabbed his arms and pulled him down to you, his eyes adverting from your body to your eyes in an instant. You could practically read his mind. Every thought he was having and every feeling rushing through him.

You hated that you still loved him, because you could see full well that he was probably falling even harder in love with you in that moment, and maybe if you didn’t love him, it wouldn’t hurt you.

It was just another thing to force out of your mind as you grabbed his length in your hand and guided it to your entrance. He swallowed harshly before he pulled back some.

“Wait” He says, sliding his tongue over his lips. “Are you sure you want to do this like this? I don’t want you still be mad at me after we’re done. I would rather talk about everything first and then, if you want to, we can do this.”

“I’m not mad anymore, just fuck me please.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything more when you pulled him down by his chain, locking your lips with his again. He melted into you at that moment, his fingers sifting gently through your hair as his lips moved with yours in perfect harmony.

You felt him push into you and let a soft moan slip out, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him in deeper.

His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers together, softly holding it above your head as he slowly thrusted into you.

It was too soft and sweet for you, though. The way he was peppering kisses to each inch of your face and the slow, languid movements. That’s not what you needed, so you reversed the roles and ended up on top of him, pinning his hands above his head as you took full control.

His lips lingered over your neck, he wanted to catch your kiss but you didn’t let him.

He was taken back but pleased with the sudden dominance, he didn’t object to it. His eyes stayed trained on you as he watched you take every inch of him, doing your best not to collapse down on top of him when he started arching his hips high off the bed.

You screwed your eyes shut so you didn’t have to watch him. It was a harder task than you expected it to be. Hearing the sounds of his low groans and heavy sighs, the occasional whisper of your name leaving his lips, it was pulling at your heart strings and that was the last thing you needed.

You made the mistake of letting go of one of his hands, and he immediately brought it to the back of your neck to bring you down to his lips. You tasted whiskey and fresh mint on your tongue, the kiss so filled with passion and desire that it made your head spin.

You broke away and straightened up on top of him, letting his other hand go and you allowed it to grab your hip, guiding you.

His lips parted and you felt him twitch inside of you, already knowing what was coming so you picked up the pace to get him there faster. You didn’t care enough about yourself.

He surprised you when he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and placing soft, sloppy kisses to your neck as he thrusted up into you.

“I love you so much, yn” He whispers against your skin. Words that didn’t mean anything anymore.

His hips stuttered and you quickly got off of him, not trying to risk anything under the circumstances. He must have expected you to catch his release but you didn’t, and instead let it drench the bedsheets while you slid off the bed and found your clothes scattered on the floor.

He watched you for a moment before he got up and headed into the bathroom. When he came back, you were fully dressed and fixing your hair in the mirror.

“You’re not staying the night?” He asks with a small voice. You caught his expression in the reflection before you turned around to face him.

“Why would I do that?” You asked.

“I mean, I would love it if you did.” He says, starting to walk towards you, but you step closer to the door.

“No, Tyler. I’m not staying the night with you. I’m never coming back here again, either.”

“What?”

“I hope you enjoyed your last time ever fucking me. Hope that girl was worth it.” You forge a taunting smirk before you walked out the bedroom.

He was hot on your heels but you didn’t turn around until you reached the front door.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” He asks, his eyes filled with pain and despair, just how you wanted to leave him.

“Did you seriously expect anything else? You cheated on me, babe. You deserve everything you’re getting.” You shrug before you open the door and step out, making the man you once planned to marry just a boy from your past.

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[ageofbajabule]

Roommates | Chapter 3

Danny x F! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Alcohol, Arguing, Oral Sex (F receiving), Slut Shaming?

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If you haven’t read part 2

Author’s Note: Hey y’all! This next chapter is definitely inspired by this here picture. Outfit and all. This chapter is dearly special to my group of friends, you know who you are❤️

Next morning you woke with an excruciating hangover. It was 11:43am, you rolled over grabbing the bottle of water chugging it like you were dryer than the dessert. You sat up stretching out, you were still in the dress from last night. You shook your head, getting out of bed grabbing a pair of leggings, and a t-shirt to change into. You couldn’t exactly grasp what all happened last night, you weren’t even sure how you got into your bed.

You changed into clean clothes and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and fix your hair. You simply braided it after brushing through and detangling the knots. You then proceeded to make your way downstairs finding Josie sitting at the island eating some pancakes as Danny finished making bacon. He was shirtless, and wearing sweatpants. His curls looked messy as if he just woke up not too long ago as well.

“Morning there sleepy head.” Josie giggled, “Danny has been so nice to make us all breakfast.” She smiled, continuing to eat. “Wow, thanks Danny.” You smiled softly walking over to grab a plate and place two pancakes onto your plate with some bacon on the side. “Anytime…” He mumbled under his breath, you rolled your eyes going to sit next to Josie. “So, it’s your last week here… We should do something today. Before you leave.” You nudged Josie, as she turned towards you frowning. “I would love to stay longer… But you get it.” She smiled softly, as you nodded to her response, taking a bit of your food.

“I do. I’ll miss you. You better visit as often as you can, and I’ll do the same.” You giggled softly. “Of course! Now, what exactly should we do today?” She raised her eyebrow, “I don’t even know. I don’t know much about Nashville just yet, I just finally remembered how to get to work.” You laughed embarrassed by the thought. “How about we get a mani/pedi, and figure out the rest then?” Josie smiled at you, finishing up her food. “But I’m going to take a quick shower, and then we can go.” She smiled, putting her dish in the dishwasher, leaving the room.

It was now only you and Danny in the kitchen, he was finishing up cleaning the area. Fixing himself a plate, he sat on the opposite side of the island. You kept quiet, starting to remember last night's events. You watched Danny’s hands then looked up to his face, to catch him staring at you. “Staring problem much?” He smugly asked, “I wasn’t staring.” You bit back. He then rolled his eyes laughing cockily. “Last night was… Interesting.” He took a bite of his food, watching you. “Last night was simply a mistake.” You felt your cheeks get hot.

“A mistake… Didn’t seem like it when you're moaning for me to keep going.” He smirked, you looked at him with seriousness. “Danny, Josie can’t know about anything…” You looked behind you to make sure she wasn’t around. “We’re simply roommates, and that’s until I get my own place…” You finished your plate, putting it in the dishwasher. “Who said Josie needed to know? If anything you’re the one making a deal out of it.” He finished his food coming up behind to put his dishes in the dishwasher.

“Don’t try and act like you like me all of a sudden.” You looked up at him, he towered over you greatly. “Who said I had to like you to fuck around with you?” He smirked walking away. ‘What a fucking dick…’ You thought to yourself.

As you made your way to go upstairs, Josie was coming out of the bathroom. “I just finished, I’m changing, then I’ll be ready to go.” She smiled and went into her room, you nodded making way to your room to change into a better outfit for a day out. You had grabbed your car keys, and crossbody bag meeting Josie in the main entryway.

“Have fun ladies…” Danny said, smiling and giving you a wink. You gave him a silent ‘Fuck You’ and walked out of the house with Josie getting into your car.

The drive over to the nail salon wasn’t long. Once you had entered they had seated you right away, as the place was surprisingly not busy.

“So… Are you liking it here in Nashville?” Josie looked over at you. You smiled taking a seat in the chair after picking your color. “Yeah I am, it’s really nice here. Everyone is super nice…” “Everyone except Danny… Right?” She had a sincere look, “Danny is… A hard ass.” You laughed softly, “But I’m sure we’ll manage.” You looked over at her. “I’ll set his ass straight one way or another.” She laughed softly, “Whether it's me or one of the guys.”

“Are you excited to head home and see your parents?” You giggled as the worker started to scrub your feet after they were soaking for a while. “Yeah, I miss them. And it’s good to see them too for a while before I move. I really wish Danny would visit more often though… Mom misses him more than anything. And dad too.” She sighed, “Sometimes I think he has his head so far up his ass, ya know?” She laughed to herself. “I totally get it, I mean only he can work on himself though… There isn’t much any of us can do.” You shrugged.

“I guess you’re right, well enough about that. Have you met any cute guys while being here?” She smiled brightly. “No… A lot of them seem to be here for the same things…” You shook your head. “A lot of eye candy, but nothing that has caught my interest yet unfortunately. And besides, I like being single right now. I can do whatever I want.” You laughed softly as Josie nodded agreeing. “Yeah, I miss the single life sometimes. But I’m very happy with Adam.” “I’m glad you have him, I hope to have that one day.” You smiled softly, setting the massager setting on the chair.

The both of you just relaxed and enjoyed the relaxation and conversation between the two of you. The basic girl talk and reliving the memories from college.

After finishing up, you both decided to head out to eat. Picking a burger joint, and dining in. You both had seated on a terrace outside, when you had heard your phone ringing.

You looked to see who it was, and it was your manager calling. “Hold on a sec Josie.” You smiled, answering your phone standing up to walk to a quiet area.

“Hello?”

“Ah hello, Y/N. We have some great news for you!”

“What would it be Henry?” You asked nervously.

“We have your first big work trip coming up! I’m not sure if you’re familiar with Greta Van Fleet at all? But you will be heading on tour with them starting next month.” He sounded thrilled on the other end of the line.

You stood there shocked, “Wait I’m sorry, what?” You almost choked on your words.

“We’ve seen your work with us, and thought you were doing an amazing job and wanted to challenge you a bit. So this is your big moment! What do you say?” He chuckled lightly.

“Uh, thank you! This is absolutely incredible, I won’t let you guys down. Thank you for trusting me to do this project.” You smiled happily and nervously.

“We’ll be in contact over the next few days with details and such. So you’re in the loop of how things run for a world tour. We’ll talk soon Y/N!” He sounded chipper.

“Thank you again Henry! Talk soon.” You smiled hanging up and walking back over to Josie sitting down.

Josie smiled looking up at you. “What was that all about?” You smiled at her, “Well the guys are in for a surprise…” You laughed softly. “Tell me!!” You took a deep breath, “I’m going to be going on tour with the guys…”

Josie’s face lit up. “Oh my god! That’s absolutely incredible! We’ll have to tell them.” She smiled at you beaming, you nodded your head. “Wait… Shouldn’t we keep it a surprise?” You thought about the possibility of Danny freaking out over you working for them. He won’t like the idea, considering you get on his nerves by simply being his roommate.

“Oh yeah, good idea!” She giggled softly, and started to talk about what she had planned for next week. “So I was thinking of having a get-together at Danny’s for the guys' hard work. Invite their friends and such, and their crew too. And you can get to know everyone before heading on tour with them!” She smiled excitedly. “And it’s perfect to throw before I leave.” She turned towards you frowning slightly. “Do you think Danny will be alright with the idea?” You were nervous however he would take it.

“He could never say no to his little sister, and besides that dude throws a party at his place any other time.” She laughed softly. “Whatever you say then. Okay! I’m in.” You laughed softly, as you guys continued to talk about the planning for the party as you ordered your food and ate.

➳ ➳ ➳

A week had gone by, it was Saturday. And Josie’s flight left tomorrow afternoon to return home. The week had gone by fast, due to doing some required assignments for your upcoming gig with the guys. And during the week you and Josie pretty much did whatever you could to soak up the fun that you would have left together. Occasionally her and Danny would go out golfing while you worked at home, it was nice to work in a quiet environment. Not like Danny was ever loud, but sometimes he would be playing his drums or playing his records.

You had helped decorate the house a bit with Josie, nothing crazy, you both had just set up some tables to put some snacks on and set up wine, beer and whatever else you could think of. Danny had walked into the party room as you and Josie were finishing setting everything up. “Looks great, girls.” He flashed a smile, he had his hair tied back in a low ponytail wearing a blue snapback hat. He wore it backwards, and his blue bomber jacket, and some black skinny jeans with his white sneakers. The usual Danny fit that you and Josie liked to joke at. But you couldn’t help but stare at him for a bit.

In fact Josie noticed it, “Are you gonna gawk at him the whole night or are you gonna finish grabbing the solo cups before everyone gets here.” She laughed softly, which brought you back to her attention. “I was not gawking at him. In fact, quite the opposite, is that the only outfit he owns.” You laughed softly running into the kitchen to grab the solo cups.

“You were definitely gawking at me there…” You heard Danny come up behind you. You turned on your heels facing him, “I definitely was not…” You felt your cheeks flush. “Whatever you say princess.” He smirked, walking away, “You’re a dick…” You mumbled to yourself. “Heard that!” He yelled as he exited the kitchen, you bit your lip walking back to the party room bringing the cups and setting them on the table.

An hour had passed, and people had started showing up. The crew had shown up pretty much first, and the rest of the guys followed suit after. You had introduced yourself to the guys crew before any of them noticed to try and avoid speculation. You really wanted to keep it hidden that you would be working for them. As much as it bothered you to keep this from them, you just wanted to avoid any conflict with Danny beforehand.

The party seemed to be going well, everyone was talking, drinking and some were even dancing. You went to grab a drink, filling your cup up with vodka and adding pineapple juice. When you were suddenly met with some stranger you hadn’t met before. “Hey.” The curly haired man said, “Hi, I’m sorry we haven’t met yet. I’m Y/N, and you are?” You put your hand out to shake his, he shook your hand introducing himself. “I’m Dave, I’m Danny’s friend.” You felt your heart sink to your ass, “Nice to meet you. I’m actually Josie’s friend, and I’m currently staying with Danny until I get my own place…” You looked down taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh so you’re the roommate he’s been talking about?” He smiled softly, grabbing a beer for himself. What was that supposed to mean? “I’d hope good things…” You smiled nervously and Dave smiled back. “Nothing bad! I’m sorry if I scared you for a second.” You shook your head, “No, I just don’t want to make a bad impression to anyone… I’m still relatively new to this area. And not trying to have a bad rep.” You smiled at him.

Dave shook his head softly, “Trust me, the only way you could ever have a bad reputation here is if you were a complete asshole. You don’t seem to be one, at least in my opinion.” He started laughing softly, and you laughed with him.

But what you didn’t know is that Danny was watching the two of you from afar. Dave and you had talked for a couple of more minutes about how he met Danny and what he does. You’ve come to find out he is in his own band, and that they do little gigs for the time being as they try to get their music out there to be able to do a headliner tour soon.

“That’s absolutely incredible, I’ll definitely have to check your music out.” You smiled softly, and Danny came over to you guys.

“Oh hey Danny” Dave smiled at him. “Hey… so did you know Y/N has a staring problem?” You looked over at Danny. “What do you mean?” Dave asked in response.

“Well, she was staring at me earlier and got pissed off when I called her out on it. Probably because she wants to fuck me and I don’t want to fuck her. So now she’s over here acting like the little slut she is, trying to grasp any guy's attention” He smirked at Dave, that’s when you threw your drink on him. Storming off to your bedroom, shutting your door shut behind you.

Danny comes barging into your room. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Throwing a drink on me?” You scoffed walking up to him, pushing his chest. “Are you kidding me? You deserved it. You talked about me like I was some random girl Daniel. I’m not!” You ran a hand through your hair.

“I know, I did it just to get you wound up.” He smirked, “You know…you owe me.” You looked over at him, “I owe you?”

“Don’t play stupid. You threw vodka into my eyeballs.” You smirked at his response, “So?”

“So?” He mocked your tone, “I think I deserve an apology.” He walked up to you. “I’m not apologizing.” You laughed softly.

“Okay…so you’re not going to apologize?” He was now inches from you. “I just said that” You looked up at him.

“I At least deserve a taste of that pretty pussy.” He then moved his hand to wrap around your throat. “You would like that wouldn’t you? Me tasting you?” You were fighting a whimper, looking down to where his hand was placed.

“Poor thing… Getting all worked up?” He gripped a little tighter on your throat. “You gonna do something about it?” You looked into his eyes, and he smirked at you. “I think I have an idea…” Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours, as he pulled you closer into him.

You couldn’t fight against, but only cave in. For as much as you hated his guts right now, the alcohol in you was telling you otherwise. He slowly backed you into your bed, letting you fall onto your plush comforter as he crawled on top of you, kissing your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses. Letting the cool air hit where he left his trail.

You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out, he shot a look up at you smiling mischievously. “I haven’t even done much, and you’re already falling apart…” He chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry princess, but we can’t do too much tonight… We have a party to tend to.” He hiked your skirt up, ripping off your panties.

He started kissing your inner thighs, running his hands down your body resting them just above your hips. You sat up on your elbows. “Hold up. If you’re going to eat me out, I at least get to ride your face.” He smirked at you, “Well come ride it then.”

Danny moved over to lay on your bed, grabbing your body to pull you over his face. You were hesitant when hovering his face, when suddenly his hands grip onto your thighs pulling you down. Making him pressed directly into your core. He interlocks his one hand that is wrapped around your thigh, as you place your free hand to grip the headboard.

He licks a stripe causing you to tremble under his touch, you grip the headboard for stability. He removes his face for a moment, “Are you always wet like this for me…” He then dives his face back in, kitty like licks across your clit.

“Y-yes…” You whine out for him, starting to roll your hips slowly. You felt him smirk against you, as he continued to swirl circles around your bundle of nerves. You began arching your back and bracing yourself on his chest.

He then moves a little bit further down and the bridge of his nose catches your clit making you slowly move your hips forward trying to create friction. As he starts to move his nose against your clit giving you the friction you wanted, you jolt from the sudden movement.

Danny then grabs your ass pulling you back down, “Don’t move, unless I say so.” He growled at you. You moaned out again, as he smacked your ass giving you the sign to go again. This time you let him continue on what he did before, enjoying this overwhelming feeling.

Danny kept licking your core, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t keep your lewd sounds quiet, he made you feel like you were on cloud 9. “Danny… Right t-there…” You cried out, gripping the headboard as you began to ride his face rolling your hips.

He used his tongue to trace circles around your bud, and moved his nose to help you chase your orgasm. You bite your lip suppressing more noises. He pulled away again, “Let them out baby… Let them know who's making you feel this good.” Within an instant he goes back to aggressively eating you out. You throw your head back, pushing his hat off to grab a hold of his curls tugging at them. Causing a groan to rip from him, sending vibrations through your body. Enough to break the barrier.

“Oh fuck…” You cry out, picking up the pace in your hips rolling against his face begging for more friction. He starts pulling your thighs more bringing you closer to him. He flicks his tongue in motions you can’t even describe, you feel your thighs starting to burn, getting tired. You start to tremble above him, nearing your high. He attaches his lips around your bud shooting a look up at your face.

The feeling is euphoric as you feel yourself release onto his mouth. You grip his hair one last final tug as you let your body calm down. Your breathing is heavy as you remove yourself from his face. Standing up on your feet beside your bed, you grab a pair of panties, putting them on and fixing your skirt. “I should’ve let you do that a long time ago…” You blushed looking over at him.

He smirked looking over at you as he was fixing his hair and hat. “Well… I’m always a dick as you put it half the time…” He chuckled lightly. “Well maybe if you started treating me better, you would have a better outcome of all of this.” You looked over at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He scoffed looking back at you. “Daniel, you treat me like an object! You act as if I don’t have feelings.” You felt your cheeks getting hot.

“I don’t treat you like an object! Where the hell did you get that from?” He was yelling now, making you scared. “You act like I’m a nuisance to you. As if I ruined your life by simply living here.” You raised your voice. “It’s not that easy to fucking explain Y/N!” He slammed his hand against the wall making you jump. You felt tears welling up, “I think you should leave the room…” You choked out.

“It’s my fucking house.” He looked over at you. “And I pay rent. Get out of my room!” You screamed at him crying now. “Fine.” He stormed past you, opening and slamming the door behind him.

You laid on your bed, crying to yourself feeling at your most vulnerable state. Why was he this way? What did you ever do to deserve to be treated this way? And now you would be facing him every day by yourself while Josie goes back home…

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Skeleton Man

A/N: I don’t know what this is tbh.

Warnings: smut

———

She walked through the door with a smile on her face in anticipation of seeing his beautiful eyes as soon as she stepped foot inside, but he was nowhere to be found. Not rushing to greet her at the door with a kiss and a big hug. Not smoking in the living room and reading a book, not playing video games, not strumming his guitar or listening to the record player as he messed around in the kitchen.

She took the stairs up as worry started to set in. She pulled her phone out to check for any messages from him, but there was nothing. Maybe he got held up at a label meeting, or, the more likely option, maybe he and George hit their stride on the new song and he’s song engrossed in it that he’s lost track of time. Or maybe-

Her spiraling mind stopped dead in its tracks when she walked into the bedroom and saw him curled up into a ball, on top of the covers, with his back towards her.

“Matty?” She called out softly.

She watched him jolt in surprise and then slowly unfurl himself and turn around. “Oh, hi. Sorry, didn’t hear you come in.” He smiled.

Initially, her own lips mirrored his, smiling back. But as she walked closer to the bed, her expression changed. “Have you…been crying?”

He cast his eyes away from her when she sat on the edge of the bed, studying his face closely.

“No.” He muttered.

Her silence made his pathetic lie feel uncomfortable so he corrected himself “yes.”

She kicked her shoes off, letting them drop to the floor then climbed onto the bed next to him.

“Why, baby? What’s wrong?”

The simple feeling of her gentle voice enveloping him was already calming. He looked up at her briefly, feeling a bit vulnerable and looking away again. He shrugged. “Just one of those days, you know?”

“Oh, honey….why didn’t you call me? Would’ve come home sooner if I’d known.” She moved to straddle his body, placing a leg on either side of him.

“I’m fine, really. Just needed to get it all out of my system.” He blushed as he felt her get closer to him.

“Would you like a hug?”

His face lit up. “Yes, please.”

He rested his head on her shoulder, letting her wrap her arms around him and hold him tight.

“Love you.” She whispered into his ear and watched him smile.

After a long pause, Matty pulled away, resting his back against the headboard. “Thank you. Needed that.” His face looked lighter. Better.

She brought her hand to his face, running the her knuckles gently down his face. “Been thinkin about you all day, you know….ever since you got out of the shower this morning, actually.” The slightest hint of mischief in her voice.

Matty pulled her closer into his lap, kissing her lips. He felt her smile into the kiss.

His hands rested at her hips while hers wrapped around his neck. Gradually, she began to feel his hips shake underneath her. Bulge forming in his pants as their kiss grew more and more urgent.

“Hmm…someone’s needy.” She whispered, holding a laugh when his hips buckled particularly hard.

“Mhm…I umm- yeah” he nodded slightly. “Need you.” His head dropped.

“Want me to take care of you?”

He wasn’t sure if she was asking to check for the go-ahead, or to embarrass him, or maybe a bit of both but he gave in willingly.

“Please?”

“Ooo, and he’s so polite about, too.” She chuckled and watched as his face and neck flushed in red.

“I- umm, I know it’s silly, but, I just wanna-“ he bit his lip, nervously. “Wanna feel close to you.” His voice softer, as if confessing a secret.

She swore she could physically feel her heart melt right in her chest. “Nothing silly about that….” She slowly lifted herself off his lap and moved to get off the bed.

“Five seconds, okay? Let me just shed some of those layers. Get into comfy clothes. Yeah?”

***

She had not only changed into comfortable clothes, but she’d gone back and undressed him too. The feeling of her hands ghosting over his body, her fingers at his waist pulling down his joggers first, and then his underwear, her nails lightly scratching his chest as she took off his shirt…he was already desperate. She’d been so gentle the whole time, handling him like he’s made of glass. It was comforting right up until she’d taken his hardened cock in her hand and moved her palm over it at the slowest, lightest speed. Her touch was now frustrating.

Every time her fingers reached his tip, he would let out a soft gasp or whisper a curse word.

Her eyes were fixed at his torso. Watching his chest rise and fall, his stomach tighten at just the right touch. She could easily get lost in his tattoos and keep this up for hours.

Re-directing her attention to his face, she saw the desperation in his eyes. “That feel good, my love?”

He nodded repeatedly, already unable to speak.

“Let’s make this even better.”

Matty wondered what she meant by that before he felt her loosen her grip on him whining slightly at the loss of her touch and earning himself a head shake and a “so needy,” from her.

He lifted his head to see her pull the bedside drawer open and take out her small bullet vibrator.

He put his hand out when she came back to bed, offering to help her out. It wouldn’t have been the first time. They’d used a myriad of toys in bed before and she always appreciated that he relished in the experience.

She watched his hands shake and laughed. “It’s not for me.” The words were hardly out of her mouth, and before he could process them, she’d held the toy to his tip and click it on.

“Fuck!” Matty’s entire body twitched at the foreign feeling.

“How’s it feel, babe?”

“Uhhhh- fuck- so good.”

She smiled, satisfied with herself as she watched his breathing rise and his eyes roll back.

“Oh- my- fuckkkk.” He tipped his head back, his curls swaying around his face, framing it beautifully. He looked like an Angel figure right out of a renaissance painting. He drank it in with her eyes, her heart pounding.

His hips bucked and swung from side to side. Normally, his moves were rhythmic and intentional. So, to watch him lose control right in front of her was an accompaniment that she would remember for a long time.

“I- um- I feel-“ he struggled for words. “It’s intense! So- intense!”

“What’s your color, honey?” She asked, legitimately concerned that she may have taken it too far.

“G-green. Promise. I’m okay.” His eyes closed, giving into the pleasure, his mouth hung open.

But, he immediately sat up, whimpering when he felt her pull the toy away.

She giggled at his big brown eyes begging her.

“Hold on a minute, gosh. Impatient boy. I just have a bit of an idea that’ll make things better.”

She dug back into the same drawer, pulling out the lube bottle and squirting a tiny bit into her hand. She coated the toy with a thin layer, and then applied the remains to his cock, making him flinch and hiss.

“Is that better?” She asked as she put the vibrator back on him.

“Shit! Yeah- better- umm- thank you.”

Now she felt more confident moving it around without hurting him. Flicked her wrist in a couple

Of different directions trying for different positions. “Do you like this better? Or maybe that?”

“Holy FUCK! He swallowed, his body hovering over the bed. “Umm… yeah. C-could you- uh- bit higher please?” He would be a bit embarrassed if the pleasure hadn’t completely overtaken his mind.

“So…like that?” She adjusted her hand and heard him moan in response, confirming for her that she’d found the ideal placement. “Good, but, Matty, if you don’t stop moving around I’m gonna have to tie you up, alright? Keep those hands away from the toy.”

Something about the fact that she’d called him by his name, and not one of the millions of nicknames she often used for him, shook him to the core. He couldn’t process or understand the mix of feelings that bubbled with in him. Sadness that she hadn’t used a term of endearment. A bit of a turn on that her tone was firm. Guilt for making her need to warn him. His head, which was already filled with overwhelming pleasure, felt foggy.

“C-could I- umm- hold your hand? Please?”

“Nope. Stay still.”

And he tried. He really, really tried. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do it on purpose, she upped the intensity of the toy and ran her free hand up his thighs and his hands moved as a reflex.

Without letting up on the vibrator, she reached over and retrieved the handcuffs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… please! I promise!” he cried out.

“Here. Hold the vibrator to your dick while cuff your wrists.”

He couldn’t really argue at this point.

“Okay. Now give it back to me and hands over your head.”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. She simply kissed his cheek.

“Hey, babe?” She smiled at him.

“Yeah?”

“You ready to cum?”

“So- so ready.” He shook his head and heard the metal cuffs rattle.

“Alright, Angel. Go ahead. Let go for me.”

As soon as the words left her lips, he did. Instantly. Moaning and shaking from head to curling toes. The release tore through his entire body, expelling all the tension that had built up.

Soon, though, the pleasure turned into excruciating pain when she refused to let up on the vibrator.

He begged and screamed for her. “Sensitive- it’s too sensitive- please- I- please!!”

“Be a good boy and take it, baby.” Her voice calm in response to his screams.

“I’m trying! Im trying! It hurts. Please- no more!”

“It’s gonna feel good again soon. Just take it.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ow. It’s- okay. I’ll take it.” He mumbled slurring his words. “Wanna be good for you.”

He waited for an assurance or a word of praise, but none came. Instead, pleasure did. She was right, it was getting good again. “Please? May I please cum again?”

“Oh really?” She quirked an eyebrow. “Thought you wanted me to stop just a minute ago.”

“Wanna cum, please?”

“What happens if I stop now?”

He felt the wave of pleasure build up again. “No, no, no please! Please don’t stop! Please let me

Cum!!!”

“Go ahead, my love. Cum for me.”

Matty finally relaxed his body and his mind, melting into the mattress as pleasure shook him, finishing all over his own stomach.

His body dropped with sweat. Ears ringing. Damp hair clinging to his face. Eyes too heavy to keep open.

She sat still for a moment. Taking in the sight of him as his breathing slowly began to drop.

“Matty, honey?”

Her voice sounded faint and distant but he was vaguely aware of it. With considerable effort, he eventually opened his eyes.

“Are you with me?”

He attempted to nod but he was too exhausted. It was easier to smile.

“Good, I’m gonna run into the bathroom real quick. Okay?”

Moments later, he felt her wipe him down with a wet cloth before she hovered over him to unlock his handcuffs.

He kept as much of his eyes open as he could to keep looking at her pretty face. But he was concerned when he saw her frown.

“Matty, you’re bleeding…”

She took his wrists in her hands examining them.

His arms felt heavy. Almost numb. But she helped him sit up and he eventually saw that the

corners of the metal cuffs had dug into his skin when he strained against the bed in his movements.

“You didn’t feel that?”

He shook his head. A small “no.” Left his lips. Finally his first syllable.

“Well, we’re not using those ever again.” He tossed the cuffs into the trash.

“Gonna need to tend to that immediately. Let’s get you into the bathroom.”

“Tired.”

“I know, baby, but I’m not gonna let you sit there with bleeding wrists, you get that. Yeah?”

“Will you kiss me if I go into the bathroom with you?”

“Even better. I’ll kiss you right now.”

***

She walked back into their bedroom, snack tray in hand.

Matty’s still slightly wet hair was beginning to dry after his shower. He sat in bed again, on fresh sheets, in his boxers. She’d brought him a warm beverage but she still felt uneasy as she saw that he was shivering.

“Matty! You’re cold!”

“Am not.” He mumbled. Reaching for a snack from the assortment she’d brought him.

He was still feeling a bit hazy and disoriented, but a bit better now that his limbs no longer felt like jello.

She shook her head. Sometimes he acted like a todddler.

She reached into his drawer to find him some clothes, smiling to herself when she spotted the skeleton pajama set. She knew he preferred to sleep in just his boxers most of the time. But she also knew that this set was the coziest thing he owned and that every time he put it on, it took a lot to take them back off.

“C’mon. Sit up for me.”

A smile grew on his face when she saw what she’d brought him. He set down his mug and let her dress him. Not that hd wasn’t perfectly capable. He just liked when she fussed over him sometimes. It made him feel protected. Like he could let his guard down and let someone else do the worrying and the thinking for him. Even if it was just for the night.

***

“How do you feel?” She whispered in his ear as she pulled him into her arms.

“All better, thank you.”

“Still sad?”

“Not anymore. But I kinda feel like saying yes if it’ll get me more loving.”

She chuckled, pulling the duvet over them. “You act like I don’t love on you all the time.”

Matty said nothing, instead, he zoned out.

“Hey, Matty, what is it?”

His face turned red instantly. “It’s nothin.”

“Tell me. What’s going on? What’re you thinking about?”

“Just…..well, ummm- was I- good?” His lips trembled as the words he spoke left them.

“Pardon?”

“I always wanna be- good for you. Never wanna make you mad.” He buried his face into her chest. “Wanna make you happy. are you…happy with me? Know I fucked up and I-“

“Hey, hey, Matty. Look at me. Look at me!” She ran her fingers through his hair.

“You were a good boy tonight. You always are. The best. My skeleton man.”

She dipped her head low and kissed him.

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[claire-elvisgirl]

I NEVER LOSE CONTROL

Hello again! What about a nice smutty story in a hot shower? Hope you like it! 😘

Summary: Elvis gets back from a concert totally exhausted and he desperately needs a shower. But he doesn’t intend to have it alone!

Warnings: 18+, smut, smut, smut, fingering, sex in shower

Word cunt: 1373

After another wonderful concert, he was resting in his room at the hotel. He always enjoyed to perform on stage, but that night had been particularly stressful for him. As soon as he got into his room, he fell on the bed and started to snore. He was exhausted. After a while you knocked on his door and you got in the room: “Honey, you’re here?” but you received no answers. You were starting to panic already, but as you went in the bedroom, you saw him fast asleep. You stood by the door and watched at him: he was really adorable. You knocked gently on the bedroom door and he opened his eyes a bit: “Is that ya hun?” he asked with a slurred voice. You sat on the bed and you caressed his hair…he was in a pool of sweat and the bed sheets were already a mess. “Elvis, are you ok?” you asked worried. He opened his eyes completely and looked at you: “Yeah, ah guess I am…my my, sweetheart, lemme take a look at ya…you’re lovely in that dress! Why don’t ya come closer and give daddy a lil’ sugar kiss?”

You pulled back from him and asked him again: “What happened honey? You sure you’re ok? You’re a mess!”

He got back from the bed and he went in front of the mirror: “Oh…I guess I let the sweat sit on me!” then he walked towards you and gave you a big kiss on your head. “Now I wanna spend some time with my beautiful girl!”

You looked at him smiling: “Uh…I think it’s better if you take a shower first!”

He chuckled. “I can’t blame ya for that thinking, hun…wanna join me?” he asked you sweetly.

You got up from the bed and walked towards him: “Mmm…why not? Sounds interesting!” you answered, wrapping your arms around him. His expression changed to a full smile as he happily walked in the bathroom with you. “Atta girl…”

You took his robe and handed to him, then you followed him in the bathroom. He came close to you, excited to shower and be with you alone. Then you heard him take off his dirty clothes and when you turned around he was completely naked in front of you. He blushed a little and quickly wraps a towel around him: “Ehm…sorry darlin’”

You looked at him and hid a smile: “Oh c’mon…it’s not the first time I see your jewels!”

Elvis let out a laugh: “I know hun, but I wouldn’t want to take up all our time just looking at my…uh…you get the point, don’t ya?”

As you both stepped into the shower, you started to kiss each other with passion. His large hands gently caressed your shoulders before sliding down your arms. Then he took your face between his hands and looked at you right into your eyes: “I have missed ya all evening darlin’, I’ve been thinkin’ about being with ya the whole time!”

He turned on the shower and as the warm water poured onto your bodies, he took a drop of soap, he rubbed it among his hands and put his arms around you, soaping your body carefully. Then he moved one hand on your chest, cupping your breasts with hunger, went down to your belly and landed between your legs. As he moved there, he felt immediately your pussy throbbing for him: “Oh my God, looks like my lil’ miss is already excited!” he said with a smirk. You gasped as you felt and enjoyed his sweet touch, going up and down your foldings. If it hadn’t been for the water, you would have been already wet as a sponge.

“Oh honey, I really needed it!” you moaned while he kept caressing you faster and faster. You shivered a little and he pulled you close to his body: “Lemme warm ya up!” he said as his hands continued a sensual dance over your body.

“What a good girl ya are…” he whispered, grabbing your hand and taking it to his needing cock, which was already hard as a rock. “Heeey, looks like someone’s excited too!” you laughed while wrapping your hand around it. He laughed with you: “Well…isn’t that something? I can’t help it when I’m around ya, hun!”

You got closer to him feeling the closeness of his hard member. His voice lowered further into a seductive whisper, as he felt you so close. His mouth searched yours and he began to kiss you gently, while his tongue pushed through your lips. After a while, he pulled back and asked you panting: “Ya want me to make love to ya? Because if ya say yes…”.

As he said that, he pushed two fingers inside you, making you gasp and grab to his arms. “Oh my God…Elvis…yes! Yes please!”

“Well then lil’ one…let’s see what we can do about that!”. With a mix of lust and tender care, he began to explore your insides and he pushed you against the shower wall. He moaned softly against your neck and kissed you there before meeting your lips again. He groaned lowly into the kiss as he kept touching you. “Oh lil’ one…ya feel so good…so hot…and wet!”

“Honey please…take me…now!” you asked in a huge need.

“I will hun…right now if that’s what ya truly want. Are ya ready lil’ naughty girl? Ya want me to be rough or smooth?” he asked teasing your pussy again and moving his fingers inside and out your wetness. “Or maybe somewhere in between?!”

Your eyes closed listening to his sweet voice: “Smooth honey…let’s see where we end…”

He grabbed his cock in his hand, guiding it to your entrance and he pushed the head inside your tightness. “Ok then, I’ll start slow…let’s see where this takes us!”

You took a long and deep breath as he pushed it further into your slick heat. He moved gently inside and out of you as your bodies met in an erotic dance. “Tell me what ya feel hun!”

You answered in a whisper: “I feel you Elvis…all of you!”

Moaning softly against your ear, his hips began to move faster as each thrust went deeper, filling you up. “Ya feel so good hun…gimme some more of that sweet love!” he asked pushing deeper as he filled you up completely. He moved his hands up and he cupped your breasts, playing with your sensitive nipples. “Ya like it baby? Tell me how much ya want it!”

“Oh God Elvis…please, don’t stop!” you begged him. And he gave you what you wanted. He thrusted harder, picking up the pace, pumping in and out of your pussy. “I’m pushin’ it all inside now…are ya ready?”

You nodded your head and let out a loud moan as he penetrated deep inside of you. “Tell me how much ya want this…tell me!”

You felt your core almost exploding from his moving: “I want you badly Elvis…don’t stop. Cum for me!”

“Are ya sure you’re ready for this?” he asked you moaning as he heard your words.

“Fill me up, daddy!!!!” you begged him. That last word made his body tense. “Here it comes baby!” and with one final thrust he released his seed deep inside you, filling you with his hot cum: “Oh God…yess!” he shouted as he shuddered with the force of his orgasm.

Without saying a word, he slid his fingers in you again, while his thumb pressed your clit, making you gasp. “That’s it baby, ya like it? Ya enjoyed daddy’s cum in your lil’ pussy? Now it’s your turn…cum for daddy baby!”

“Yes daddy…make me cum…please!” you asked him in pure pleasure.

“Mmmm I love hearing you beg, lil’ one!” he said working you in a wild dance, with his fingers digging deeper inside you and his thumb tormenting your clit. “Let it go…release all that sweetness f’me!”

You rolled your eyes back and let out a loud scream as you felt your walls squeezing his hand.

“Fuck baby…yes! That’s it, lil’ one!” He growled, feeling you around his fingers. He pulled out of you gently and he licks his fingers clean. Then he gave you the sweetest kiss. “I love ya, baby!”

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[artificial-transmutations]

Max’ Journey - Primeval

When Max came to, his surroundings had changed massively. No longer was he in the dusty archive cellar, but in bright sunlight in what appeared to be a forest. Several huge trees stood tall, their thick branches spreading far into the sky. Max raised his head and looked around. Not only was it bright, but there was also a warm breeze. It was also rather loud around him: Several birds were singing only to be interrupted occasionally by the sounds of unseen animals.

Max's first reaction was confusion. He was in a forest, surrounded by nature, yet he wasn't even wearing a t-shirt. It wasn't that unusual for a scientist to work in his lab shirt, but he still wasn't used to being shirtless in the middle of a forest. Even worse, he felt the cool, moist grass underneath his feet. He was completely naked! Max quickly put his hands over his privates and looked around. Luckily, nobody had seen him exposed like that!

Max let out a deep sigh. His clothes and the strange device were nowhere to be found. How had he lost them? And why? And when? He was suddenly very afraid. Max decided that the best thing he could do was to leave this place. He started walking towards the closest tree, hoping he could find his way back to the laboratory. He soon realized that wasn't going to happen. As far as the eye could see, there were only plants, large ferns and birds. Everything looked so natural and untouched by human hands, that Max didn't dare to approach any closer to one of the massive trees.

"Hello?" Max said, finally finding the courage to call out to somebody. He startled a bird, but other than that, he received no answer. Apparently, nobody was around. The only thing he heard was the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves in the wind. Max decided to walk a bit further, hoping he would find some sign of civilization. Maybe someone would come along eventually and tell him where he was.

Walking with his hands on his privates was not exactly comfortable though. He often needed his hands to brush aside a fern or a branch, so after a few minutes of trying, he just sighed and didn't try to cover himself up anymore. There was, after all, nobody here right now, he reasoned. So, it didn't matter if he had his hands on his crotch. He shortly considered using some leaf as a sort of improvised loincloth, but since he had no string, he didn't see any way to fashion clothing out of the foliage.

After another half hour of walking, his muscles ached, and his bare feet hurt. The forest hadn't changed much, and the warm damp air made him sweat a lot. It wasn't that hot, but it was humid and that made the sweat stick to his body. He desperately needed a shower, but there was still no sign of civilization anywhere to be seen. It was no use, he needed a rest.

After sitting down against one of the large trees for a bit, he continued his way. The sweat was still clinging to his body, and his naked dick and balls stuck to his legs every now and then. Worst of all, he started to feel thirsty. Although the air was humid, Max had not seen a source of water anywhere yet, so he was ecstatic when he heard the sounds of running water after a few more hours of walk. Max rushed to the sound and found, to his delight, a waterfall with a small pond beneath it, sourcing a stream that went off into the forest. Max took a refreshing drink from the cold water and washed his face. After a few moments of relaxing in the sun, he felt better, both physically and mentally. Since it was already late afternoon, Max decided to make camp here.

After checking out the pond and the waterfall, Max took inventory of himself. As expected and feared, walking through a forest naked had left Max dirty from head to toe. The water was ice cold, but Max still decided to take a quick bath in the pond to wash away the worst dirt. Having cleaned himself, Max had the chance to look at his dripping wet body. Amazingly enough, he didn't appear to have hurt himself on his hike. However, something was off: His feet didn't look like they belonged to him at all. They were rough and sturdy and looked bigger than he was used to. Now that he thought about it, he noticed that he didn't feel any pain in his feet after his short break. Additionally, his feet and lower legs were quite hairy, which was odd: Max usually didn't have any body hair at all. His chest, arms and legs were naturally hairless. But the short coarse hairs were there and firmly attached to his legs.

Max finished his bath and was about to get out, but noticed his dick was fully erect. He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but he was completely hard. It was certainly not a situation he was used to, so he tried to hide it. He had a very low sex drive usually, almost asexual. However, now he was clearly sporting an erection. He pondered for a moment if he should stay inside the pond and wait it out, but finally concluded that there was still nobody around to see his indecency. With a sigh of resignation, he stood up and let his penis spring free. It was a little bit embarrassing, but it couldn't be helped, he thought.

It got dark quickly, and Max was very tired from the walk, so he drifted to sleep quickly despite shivering from the wet cold against his naked skin. His dreams were incoherent and wild, with him running through the forest, hunting or being hunted by something or someone.

In the middle of the night, Max woke up. At first, he didn't know why, and he could not see anything. It was completely dark around him and he could not see a single thing. Then, he felt his cock twitch and realized he had woken up from his own arousal. Max had never felt that horny in his entire life. Without thinking much, his right hand closed around his aching cock, and he started to stroke it slowly, enjoying the feeling. His hand glided up and down his shaft and the head of his dick felt like it was ready to explode. With every stroke, his breathing became heavier, and his cock throbbed more. His left hand went down his body through dense hair on his chest. Hair? He stopped shortly in his track, but his throbbing cock demanded attention. He continued his pumping and, after a short while, came with a loud cry all over his body. Almost immediately, he felt very tired again. He briefly wondered if he should clean himself but put that back to tomorrow. He wouldn't see anything tonight anyway.

Max did not clean himself the next morning. His body changed a lot during the night: He was hairy all over and his dried up cum was sticking to his mat of chest hair. Above all else however, Max felt hungry - so he went out to find food. After a short while, he found a bush full of berries which he ate right there. Normally, he would have spent more thought about if the fruit might be poisonous, but he was feeling way too hungry for second thoughts. Besides he had a gut feeling, almost an instinctual knowledge that this berry would be fine. When he returned to his waterfall site, he noticed that he had developed a musky body smell. He sniffed his armpits and smelled a definite manly scent. He also noticed that his body had become slightly more muscular and his chest more pronounced. It was as if he had been transformed into some kind of more primitive, more primal man. And God, he was feeling horny again. Without any reservation, he grabbed his stiffening cock again and started jerking off, occasionally grunting in pleasure.

Over the next few days, Max' changes continued. His body was becoming more muscular, and his senses sharpened. A thick layer of body hair covered his limbs and chest, and a beard grew in. At first, Max wanted to take note of his changes and deduct theories about what happened to him, but as his mind slipped away into a more primitive version of himself, he quickly forgot about it. His new instincts and faster reflexes helped him get by better and better - he soon began hunting and fashioned himself some sort of rag clothing from the fur he collected. More and more, his prior life began to fade and all that was left was Max, the cave man.

He would probably have continued his primitive life, only consisting of hunting, eating, sleeping and jerking off (a lot) and be content with it, wouldn't it have been for a discovery the cave man made one night. He was, again, busy pumping his cock, when he saw a bright yellow light shine from between the trees. With a confused grunt, he stepped closer and saw a swirling portal of yellow light. He had seen this before, but he could not remember where... Regardless, he grabbed his spear and stepped through.

Confused about the setup? Don’t be! You can read the prologue here. You can also continue to the next episode

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