#which is almost entirely me putting my phone in a sock and then in my slipper to then shake my leg for like hours

[juceynightmare]

lost and found (18+) part 1 - mjf x reader

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lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, age gap (reader is 21, max is 27), max is an asshole

genre(s): soulmate!au, slow burn, angst

summary:  in which the items that you lose end up in the possession of your soulmate. max misplaces his aew world heavyweight championship title belt and it magically appears in y/n’s room. when her soulmate finally calls her to get his title back before the next show, y/n learns the hard way why her soulmate never responded whenever she’d lose an item that had her number written on it.

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the sound of her phone blaring beside her head made y/n shoot up to a sitting position in her bed with a jolt. she groaned, falling back against the mattress and reaching for her phone, declining the call and shutting her eyes so she could fall back asleep. almost immediately, her phone started ringing again, and with a groan she picked it up and held it against her ear after answering. “hello?” she asked, her voice raspy with sleep.

“where do you live?” came an unfamiliar voice. with her eyes still squeezed shut, y/n‘s eyebrows furrowed.

“sorry, who is this?” she asked, going through the list of men she knew to try and put a face to the voice.

“i need the belt. where do you live?” he asked again, ignoring her question. it was evident in his voice that the man’s patience was wearing thin.

“what fucking belt? dude, you must have the wrong number or something.” she groaned, finally pulling the phone away from her ear and opening her eyes to glance at the number on the screen. she just needed to check the contact, but when she saw it was an unsaved number, y/n knew that the person calling was no one notable.

just as she was about to end the call, the man’s angry voice came from over the speaker, “i don’t have the wrong number, y/n.”

her eyes widened and she sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. she pressed her phone back to her ear and asked, “how do you know my name?”

“i know your name because just yesterday lost another meaningless item with your number and name written on it. it’s shocking how many lone socks appear in my possession.” he scoffed, and y/n can practically hear the man roll his eyes. “now, tell me where you live. i’ll either send someone to get the belt or you’re going to have to mail it to an address i give you.”

she felt her heart jump in her chest at the realization that the voice of the man that was currently calling her was her soulmate.

soulmates were people who the universe decided belonged together - they were made to be each other's life partners. any item your soulmate lost would appear in your possession and with modern technology, it was easier than ever to find your soulmate. y/n had spent her entire life romanticizing the day she'd finally be contacted by her soulmate and meet who the universe had hand-made just to love her.

ever since she got her own phone, y/n had made it a point to write her name, her phone number, and her social media handles on everything she owned. this was supposed to make it easier to find out who her soulmate was because it’d give them a way to contact her.

of course, his items would appear in her possession. however, there wasn’t anything like his number or social media for her to contact.

clothing, pencils, and even a 3ds, had all appeared in her possession. the most information she got was from the 3ds that had a pokemon game in it.

max.

that was the name of the playable character and ever since then she assumed that her soulmate’s name is max. even after losing his 3ds with his unfinished pokemon game, y/n still never got in contact with him. that didn’t mean that she had stopped trying though.

she just didn’t think it’d be until she was 21 that he’d finally contact her. especially in the modern era where kids were 11 years old and already in contact with their soulmates because of the inventions of phones.

“max?” she asked, hoping that it was the man’s name.

there was a pause on the other end of the line, before max finally spoke up. “how the fuck do you know my name? i’ve never written anything on my shit.”

“your 3ds. it had pokemon in it.” she answered, and feeling her heart drop when she heard the man groan on the other side.

“god, i guess it’s inevitable. the belt does have my name on it. now, are you going to answer the question? i need it by wednesday.” max sighed, his patience wearing impossibly thin as the conversation went on.

“uh, let me look for it first. i just woke up.” she admitted softly, getting out of bed and walking over to her lightswitch.

“isn’t your area code on the east coast too? it’s fucking 2 in the afternoon.” the man’s judgmental tone was hard to miss.

he was right. the sun was peeking through the blinds of her room and that was the only light that had seeped into her dark room.

“i just finished up midterms and it’s the weekend. let a woman rest, max.” she groaned, walking over to her light switch and flicking on her lights. with her room illuminated, she was able to make out the very big, very shiny title belt that was on her desk.

“midterms?” max asked, and y/n could make out the shock that was in his voice. “how old are you?”

“21, you?” she asked, walking over to her desk and admiring the belt.

“just use google. not like i’m here to get to know you better, after all i wasn’t expecting my supposed soulmate to be on the younger side. i just need my fucking belt back and then we can go back to living our separate lives.” he grunted.

she frowned at the man’s answer, clearly not wanting to go back to not knowing who her soulmate is. she certainly hadn’t expected this to be their first conversation, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the nameplate on the belt.

maxwell jacob friedman.

she made a mental note to do as the man said and google his name later on.

“well, you already know i’m on east coast.” she hummed, trying to keep the conversation going so that she could keep her soulmate on the phone. she had been dreaming of this day for years, and y/n wasn’t about to let it end so hastily.

“hurry up and just tell me where you live so we can get this over with.” he huffed.

she sighed, finally giving in and telling the man her address. his sour mood had seemed to have finally seeped through the phone speakers and into y/n’s bones to the point where she was also beginning to feel irritated. although, y/n knew she was irritated at the fact that it sounded as though her soulmate wished he never had to call her.

“of course you‘d be from around here.” she heard him mumble. his voice was so low that y/n wondered if she was meant to hear it. “guess it makes it easy though since i can just have caster come over. look, toots, after i get what i need, don’t bother contacting me, alright?”

y/n was taken aback by how certain her soulmate had sounded. “i’m sorry? i’m your fucking soulmate, you know. i’ve been waiting my whole life to finally talk to you and you took so fucking long to reach out to me. i at least want to get to know you better since the universe thinks we should be together.” she huffed, finally reaching her breaking point with her soulmate.

“and it hasn’t come across your mind once that maybe i don’t want to ever meet you?” he asked.

the words had made y/n feel as though the man had taken a sword and stabbed her right through her heart. her hand had clenched at her chest right above where her heart was and it was then that y/n realized that she was physically hurting from his words.

“my... coworker... is coming over to pick up the belt. he’ll be there in 10. his name’s max caster, and he looks like a geek. don’t even bother denying giving him the belt because that belt is very important and worth a lot of money and i’m certain you don’t want a lawsuit on your record for stealing a title belt.” max huffed over the phone.

she stayed silent, blinking away the tears that had welled in her eyes without her even knowing.

“alright, how about we settle then. we only call whenever we lose something that we desperately need back. i’m not answering if you’re calling about losing a sock.” max huffed, ignoring the way he felt as though he had to come to some sort of trade off with her.

“okay.” she responded in a whisper.

“he’s heading over now. don’t lose something important immediately after i end this call because i won’t be as nice as i am now.” he responded before the sound of the call being dropped rang in her ear.

maxwell jacob friedman.

how could the universe be so cruel to give her such a soulmate like him?

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[llovekami]

please destroy me / toji f.

inspired by the fic on my wattpad: sorusorry

cw: lingerie, masc reader, choking, anal, collars/leashes, dacryphilia, hair pulling, mean!toji, size difference, handcuffs, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, usage of ‘pretty boy,’ ‘prince,’ and ‘doll’ from toji, kind of/very soft toji near the beginning and end

it was so late.

11:38pm to be exact, but when you slipped into the white lingerie you knew toji just adored, you couldn’t help but be compelled to take at least a few photos. the thigh highs that hugged your thighs, the skin tight underwear that hugged your figure, and a collar with toji’s name wrapped nicely around your neck, snug around your throat. you posed in front of your mirror, on your knees with your hand holding your leash.

you sent a few more pictures, some a bit more risqué than the others. pulling down your underwear to just barely show your length, grinning at the camera with a devilish glint in your hues.

just how did you get here?

you never partied or danced. the bass of the music that you had never heard before blasting, making your heart thump harder than it already was. your job was stressful enough, paperwork after paperwork, never being able to find time for partying like you did in your teenage years.

you were sly, hiding a smirk behind a red solo cup of whiskey when men and women alike had come to flirt with you, to tease you - try and weasel their way into your pants. you had merely brushed them off like a speck of dust on your shirt, avoiding their disappointed gaze from across the room.

until he came along.

until him, being alone was how you worked. you avoided partners, avoided your love life in exchange for more gratification and pleasure to your sex life, having experienced it all with various amounts of people. until you had met toji, of course.

he was well built, sly and flirty just like you were. the scar on his lip, jet black hair and enticing green eyes that simply lured you closer and closer to his pretty self. he wore a tight, black shirt that showed off every ridge and curve of his rough body that you soon came to explore, showed off every muscle he had gained.

it was sickening.

now, here you were, months later.

and merely moments later after reminiscing about the past and after you had flopped onto your bed waiting for toji to reply, he called.

a gruff, rough voice spoke into your ear once you held the phone up to your ear. “w’na guess how far i am, doll?” he uttered, and for a minute you felt your blood run cold. he lived about an hour away, was he just bluffing? “about 20 minutes.. was g’na give you a gift for being so patient ‘n waitin’ on me, but it doesn’t seem that you deserve that, huh?” he laughed, before he left the call without elaborating.

you waited, patiently. 10 minutes had passed, then 15. you didn’t even have to wait the entire 20 minutes before you heard three hard pounds at the dark wood door. you rushed, sweatpants hugging at your hips that you had put on in wait, your collar and leash still easily accessible. the soft pitter-patter of your socked feet hitting your hardwood floor made toji smirk, knowing how eager and desperate you were for him. how much you needed him, and he knew exactly why you had sent those. not to tease, not to be bratty, but because you missed him.

toji knew his job was stressful for someone with a relationship, and he knew that he was gone most of the time. which is why he won’t punish you as hard as he should for your teasing. he knew it was only because you missed him, and to be fair, he missed you too.

you opened the door, the brisk coldness of the outside sending goosebumps down your body, toji moving inside and shutting the door behind him. almost instantly, his hands came to rest on your hips while your own came to rest on his chest. he grinned, and the large cheshire smile he gave once you blushed and gave an apologetic look had you nearly collapsing then and there.

his strong, calloused and scarred hands came to hoist you up from your thighs, your arms thrown around his shoulders and the desperateness of the hickeys you had planted on his neck, the eagerness of the whines you let out when you rubbed up against him in just the right way that was pleasurable had you seeing stars. all of it had toji twitching in his own grey sweatpants, sighing once he had made it to your bed. handcuffs and lube already sitting on your nightstand, just waiting for him just as you were.

“miss me, prince? cause gods know i missed you,” he growled, “i missed you so much. like those little videos i sent you, huh?” he inquired, and his hot breath was right next to your ear as he trailed down. he untied the strings of your pants, nearly ripping them off of your body as he tossed them to the corner of your inconsistently shared room. the prettiness of the lingerie you had on blended so well with everything about you, the softness of your skin, your personality, everything. his little angel.

his hand spread over your thigh and nearly engulfed it without even trying, cursing under his breath. “fuck, you’re so small beneath me. my pretty little doll, aren’t you? all dolled up just for me, god damn.” he cursed once more, before his hand had come up to wrap around your throat and rest there. he squeezed, so gentle, and a little sound came from you.

he hissed, and did it again. the same little noise came from you before he removed his hand and hastily pulled down his own pants, leaving nothing but his black underwear as he pressed his own erection against the inner side of your thigh. “this is what you do to me, you know?” he inquired rhetorically, and you whined. you were practically begging for him, twitching against your laced underwear softly. “please,” you begged, “please, jus’ want you, want you so bad!” you pleaded, nails digging eagerly into his forearm.

he batted his lashes, chuckling softly. “awh. do you? poor thing, so pathetic. resorting to begging so soon and i’ve barely done anything.” he scoffed, glaring down at you. “flip.” he commanded, and his hands went to your waist once you had taken a second too late to flip over like he commanded you to. your ass in the air and your back arched, you pressed yourself against his steadily growing erection. you were eager, and based on the feeling, so was he.

a harsh whack! came down to your ass, cheek already reddening from the harshness of it. the feeling had you biting your lip, whimpering and whining as you continued to wag your hips against his fast growing erection, sighing as he merely tossed his head back. his large palm sprawled across the cheek in which he had smacked, soothing the soft red that had grown from it.

he tugged his underwear down, a flushed, angry red tip that had softly hit his stomach before residing on your, still stinging, ass. “come on, baby.. lemme jus’...” he uttered before his fingers hooked under the waistline of your underwear, almost shredding them off like they were nothing. “i’ll get you a new pair, c’mon,” he cooed, “don’t pout.” he chuckled, your face snapping back into a little embarrassed look before you averted your gaze.

he grabbed the lube, opening it with haste and rubbing himself so quickly it left him damn near whimpering at the feeling of satisfaction, of something he so desperately wanted. he grabbed your waist, sighing softly as he finally rushed himself into you. he groaned while you had merely gripped onto the sheets, a meek and breathless “fuck” coming from you.

his thrusts were sporadic, no real meaning behind them other than missing you, a desperate need he needed to quench or else it’d drive him insane, it’d drive you insane. he groaned as his brows furrowed, tossing his head back as his hand came to whack at your ass once more. “fuck.. i.. i missed you so much,” he sighed, “god, you deserve to be punished for how much you teased me, but i’m guilty of the same. fucking. thing.” he growled, accentuating his words with his thrusts which made you thrust into the mattress below you, whimpering as the bed began to creak at the force of his thrusts.

he grabbed at your leash, pretty just like you and tugged until you choked out a breath. he released his hold on it, before moving back to tug on it again until you were a whimpering mess. whilst one hand resided on your leash, the other went from holding your waist tightly to tugging onto your hair. “god.. consider this enough punishment for now,” he rasped, “maybe you’ll know not to.. oh.. fuck, not t’tease me so much next time, won’t you?”

you arched your back, crying out at the feeling of both the pain and pleasure at two separate points of your body, in which caused a stirring feeling in the deepest pits of your stomach. “toji.. toji!” you cried, moving one of your hands lower and lower until he caught them both, the hand which was previously on your leash now wrapped around both of your wrists. “fucking.. brat, was g’na let you cum if you didn’t fuckin’ try to get yourself off.” he growled, before grabbing the handcuffs on the nightstand and cuffing them together behind your back, furrowing his brows.

you were desperate at this point, tears daring to roll down your pretty little face and dribble down onto the bed. “please.. please, i’m s’close toji,” you urged, and he chuckled darkly in reply. “need to cum?” he pouted, “too fucking bad.” his thrusts sped up, sighing and grunting into your ear as he dared to reach his own orgasm. “don’t you dare fucking cum, slut. if you do, i won’t touch you in a way that’ll please you the way you like for the rest of this fucking month.”

it wasn’t a threat with toji, never. it was always a promise. his hands whacked once more at your rear for the -nth time that night, and after a few more minutes of your moans increasingly getting louder along with your nonstop begging and tears that had dripped off of your cheeks and jawline and onto the bed, he groaned as he came inside of you.

it was a desperate, long and suffocatingly rushed moment as his hand wrapped around your own length to jerk you off, chuckling darkly as he kissed at your back and let you cum into his rough hand. he sighed once you came, slipping out of your tired hole and moving to the bathroom and to the kitchen. the sound of the bath running and the feeling of a warm wrap tapping softly at the cum that ran down your hole was relieving, cleaning both you and himself off as he kissed your neck.

“are you okay?” he cooed, and you only weakly nodded once he let you relax into him. he stripped you of the rest of your remaining lingerie, lowering you slowly into the relaxing and warm bath. a cold glass of water was settled beside of the tub on a little table, before toji himself lowered into the bath and let you settle onto his chest. he washed and scrubbed your back, so delicately, so softly for an intimidating man like him.

“gonna try and work less this month, you know?” he hushed, “gonna try and.. spend more time with you. i promise.” and for the first time in a while, toji relaxed against you and held you close. it was soft, the feeling of his lips against your skin, and the way you slipped into slumber was as easy as ever with toji fushiguro by your side.

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

Airport Troubles

kai parker x reader

summary: you face some trouble with TSA while trying to catch your flight. the suspicious agent uses some unconventional methods to get the truth out of you.

tags: roleplay / sexual roleplay, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, cuddling, mention of pregnancy, minor breeding kink oops

word count: 3.4k

a/n: it's taken me 4 days to publish this bc I finish work and then immediately fall asleep. also this is so cheesy but I haven't posted in a while, so I pulled something out of my wip graveyard (this has been in there for months)😅 slowly working on requests!

“Hey, I’ve got a new idea.” Your boyfriend comes up to you, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Hm, what’s that?”

“TSA check.”

“Huh?”

“Like airport security.”

“I know what it is, Kai. What idea do you have with that?”

“You stand still and I check you over. Make sure you’re not gonna land in a new city and kill a bunch of people.”

You snort, “shouldn’t I be checking you then?”

The joke flies over his head, “no, because I need to be the one touching you.”

Instead of trying to explain your joke, you giggle, “okay. Friday night?”

“Yes.” There’s a dark glimmer in his eye as he agrees.

It should scare you, but it has the opposite effect. “Okay. I’ll be ready.”

Proud of himself, he gives you a kiss before crashing onto the couch. Not two minutes later, he’s calling you over to cuddle, and when you do, he’s instantly out like a light. 

◇◇◇◇

You spend a solid hour getting ready for Kai’s new roleplay idea. These types of things always get him so excited, both of you, really, so you put extra effort into your appearance. 

Underneath jeans and a plain t-shirt, you’re wearing a black lingerie set - one that’s a little more complicated than those you usually wear. Sometimes it’s fun seeing him struggle to take them off, but you have to hold back the giggles so he doesn’t catch onto your tricks. The difficulty makes him frustrated, which leads to him being rougher when he finally gets it off. 

Smirking at the thought, you complete the look with socks and shoes, plus a coat and backpack. You plan a loose dialogue to go with it, then head downstairs at nine sharp. 

The minute you come around the corner, Kai’s right there, and you almost smack straight into him. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, please watch where you’re going.”

“Sorry, sir.” You bite your lip to not laugh. It always takes you a minute to get comfortable with a new character. 

“Where are you headed?”

“Terminal A, going to New York.”

“I see. Well, good thing that flight’s not leaving for another forty-five minutes, because you’ve been randomly selected for a pat down.”

“May I ask why? Did I do something wrong?”

“Not entirely, ma’am. However, your inattention to your surroundings is a little suspicious to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No worries. Just come with me.”

“Okay.”

He leads you into your living room, blinds closed, illuminated by two lamps in the corners. 

“We’re using lamps instead of the overhead light so that the flashlights work better,” he explains.

“Oh, okay, sounds good. I like that better actually. Big lights hurt my eyes.”

“Why? Are you high?”

“What? No! Just… I have sensitive eyes.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then speaks into an invisible radio on his hip. “Gonna need you to bring me a drug test, Brenda. Might need it.”

You resist the urge to laugh, again. 

“Is security funny to you, ma’am?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, stand still. Do you have your ID and passport?”

“Yes,” you hand them over and he looks through both briefly. 

“Okay, jacket off. And I’m going to look through that and your bag.”

You bite your lip, shrugging off the items. If Kai drags this out, you’re going to die. 

“Just a little patience, won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

One-by-one, Kai pulls the things out of your bag and comments on them. 

“What’s this exactly?”

“Curling iron. For hair.”

“Okay.”

“Hmm, phone charger, small deodorant, pens, notebook, glasses, looking good. Hold up, condoms?”

You blush red.

“It’s alright, better safe than sorry.” He continues, “book, nail file, oh - this lipgloss, I’m going to have to discard it because it’s a weird color.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s showing up green on the light, and that’s weird.” He throws the gloss out without further inspection. As it flies across the room, all you can do is throw up your hands. “Protocol.”

“Sure.”

“Hmm, now what’s this? Another curling iron?”

“Um, no. That’s a… personal effects tool.”

“A what?”

“A, um-”

“You’re going to have to be crystal clear with me, young lady.”

“It’s a vibrator.”

“A vibrator?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are the condoms for?”

“Wha-”

“Nevermind, not my problem. As long as it’s not a weapon, you can keep it.”

“What about my lip gloss?”

“No, ma’am, you can’t keep that. I already told you why.”

You groan in fake frustration.

“But the rest of your bag is clear. Okay, now for the pat down portion, you’re going to have to stand still with your arms out. I’m going to check your upper body first.”

“Okay.” You do as you’re told, biting your cheek hard. 

Kai runs his hands along your arms, squeezing from your shoulders to your fingertips. On two occasions, he runs the back of his hand along your skin, letting his nails tickle you. Again, you fight the urge to giggle.

He then focuses his gaze on your chest. “What’s this necklace?”

“It’s from my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah, he’s actually waiting for me in New York.”

“Why didn’t you just fly together?”

“Conflicting schedules and all that.”

“Okay.” He runs a finger along your collarbone before muttering, “all good there.” His hands are all over your body now. They cup your breasts and rub your nipples, then move down to squeeze your waist. Kai rests a hand on the small of your back as his other feels your stomach.

“Is this standard procedure?” You question as he touches your breasts again.

“Please don’t interrupt me, ma’am. This is very important.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to need to check your lower half now.”

“Okay. Did I pass on the top half?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“Spread your legs.”

He wastes no time moving to your hips, then thighs. “I need to touch here.”

“Okay.”

His hands hold and squeeze your butt. A finger is run along your crotch until it rests above your clothed clit. Suddenly he applies pressure, sending a jolt up your spine. 

“How’s your sexual performance?”

“What?”

“How do you perform sexually?”

“Um.”

“You must answer the question.”

“I’m fine, I guess. I don’t know.”

“Are you pregnant?”

“No.”

“Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

“I mean, a small chance, but I doubt I am.”

“Okay,” he replies. Kai says nothing more on the topic. He moves down to your knees, then feet, rubbing his hands along them. “Alright,” he finally looks up at you. 

“Did I pass?”

“For the most part, but I’m still suspicious. Do you have anything in your jean pockets?”

“No. You told me to empty my pockets, so I did.”

“Sass isn’t going to speed this up, sweetheart.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m gonna need you to remove your pants so I can check them.”

“What?”

“It’s protocol.”

You fake a sigh, then unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. Kai licks his lips, and you can tell he’s trying his best to hide his excitement. The moment he glimpses your lingerie underneath, though, his eyes widen. 

“Ma’am,” he starts, sighing. He’s holding back. You can hear it in his tone, though the tightening of his jeans is giving him away quickly.

“Yes?”

“I’m not sure you wore the appropriate attire for this flight.”

“Oh! Sorry. I didn’t expect to be stripped in an airport. I was wearing it for my boyfriend.”

“Mhm, well you should’ve acted less suspicious or you wouldn’t’ve been stripped. Also, again, sass isn’t helping your case.”

“Can we just… finish this so we can both move on from this awkward situation.”

“Depends if I deem you able to fly.”

“Okay then can we start that process?”

“Sure. I’ll try to ignore your… outfit.”

He did not, in fact, ignore it. Kai continues his inspection like normal - well, normal for Kai - and pats down your body. Every so often, he mutters a comment about you passing this, or doing well on that, but when his fingers ghost over your clit again, he clicks his tongue. 

“See, this is the problem. I think you’re hiding something here. But don’t worry, it’ll only take a second. I just need to-” 

He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, a gasp leaves your lips as he pushes two fingers inside you. You’re already wet from all the petting, so by the time he’s finally touching you, he moves with ease. 

“What are you looking for?” You mutter out, hands gripping his head. He doesn’t correct you, but lets you hold onto him for balance. 

“Can’t tell you. Protocol.” His older hand is gripping your thigh, though it’s slowly moving up to grab your butt again. 

“Oh.”

“I think it’s deeper than I initially thought. One minute.” Kai positions himself in front of you to grab one side of your hips, his other hand holding back the lace, then begins to lap at your core with his tongue. He pulls you down onto him to lick deeper, periodically sucking on your clit. The feeling is absolute bliss, not to mention seeing him under you. A moan leaves your lips, and you immediately clamp a hand over your mouth. 

Too late, he heard it. “Please, no talking, ma’am.”

“I’m sorry.” 

You have no idea how he’s not cracking up right now. Then again, Kai has a tendency to take roleplays very seriously. You have a theory that he likes to pretend to be someone else every so often, but you’ve never mentioned this to him. Instead, you just play along into your boyfriend’s fantasies as best you can. After all, he erupts in a fit of content giggles at the end of each session, so you can let it all out then. You both know he can’t be serious for too long. 

“Have you found it yet?”

Kai adds his fingers again and “searches” deeper. “Not yet.”

“Okay.”

“Though I think I can get you to give it up and confess where it is if you’re relaxed enough.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”

“You will in a moment.”

Suddenly, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You squeal and claw at his back, wanting something to grip. Before you can say anything, though, he sets you down on the desk. Kai pulls your shirt up over your head, but takes a second to admire your set. A lump forms in his throat. 

“You have a very lucky boyfriend,” he comments.

“Seems I also have a very lucky TSA agent.” You bat your eyes playfully, then spread your legs open to him. 

“Naughty girl.”

His tone has you biting your lip. 

His eyes scan over you for a moment and you’re not sure what he’s thinking. Then, he takes the straps of your lingerie and pulls them down your body. When he reaches your waist, he realizes he has to unclip the garter belt before he can get your top off all the way. It takes a moment for him to do this, hands shaking with excitement. His tongue sticks out from between his teeth; his expression is deeply concentrated. 

He finally unclips the two parts of the belt, then tugs your panties down your legs. At last, he finds the solution to the top - unhooking it and letting it drop to the table. The same time he undoes the clasp, something small falls from its place, buried within the top, and hits the ground with a shudder. If he hears it, he doesn’t ask. Nor does he make a comment about the challenge of the set, though you know he’s thinking about it. Instead, he wastes not a minute more, and undresses himself quickly.

As he lines himself up with your entrance, you suddenly ask, “do you do this with all your cases?”

“Only the ones with boyfriends,” he winks.

The urge to laugh is hard, and your hand flies to your mouth again. For a second, you see a little smirk on Kai’s face as he tries not to break character with his own chuckle. 

But then that moment is over as soon as it comes, because he uses your distraction to push into you. You groan at the feeling, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly. He pulls out almost completely, but then rocks his hips back into you before finding a steady pace. 

As expected, his thrusts are aggressive, and you’re gasping for breath. Your tits catch his eyes as they bounce in place. His own grip on you is equal to that you have on him - both will probably leave light bruises for you to find in the morning. 

It isn’t long before you feel yourself losing strength. Your stomach muscles are sore from holding up your body, but when you lean back on the desk, Kai puts his hand out to support your head. He crawls up the length of your torso, kissing your neck and chest, and sucking on your tits. Neither of you will last much longer, but even in roleplays, he makes sure you come first.

“Come on, princess.” It’s the first thing he’s said in a while. It breaks through the obscene sounds of sex like a knife through butter. 

He uses his spare hand to rub your clit. You’re so close to the edge that tears form in your eyes. 

“Come on,” he prompts again. The hand holding up your head moves so it’s around your neck. Slight pressure is added, and Kai clicks his tongue to urge you to finish. 

Then, as if his convincing is exactly what you needed, you come. Your body shudders against the table, shaking, while moans spill out your lips. Your release is all he needs to follow close behind, filling you up with his seed. He pulls out before he softens uncomfortably, but plugs you up with his fingers before too much can escape. 

You take a moment to catch your breath. He helps you sit upright when you do, though, and he gives you a sloppy kiss to the mouth. 

“Relaxed now, ma’am?”

“Uh huh.”

“So where’s the weapon?”

Sleepily, you reply, “fell out of my top. It’s on the ground.” You point lazily to the floor where he now notices a small pocket knife. 

“Ah,” he clicks his tongue. “There it is! Okay…” Kai sets the knife on the table, then fetches an orange juice from the corner of the room. “I need you to drink this, please. It’s very important.”

“Okay.” 

Kai tinkers around while you drink the juice. By the time you finish the bottle, you’re able to stand up by yourself again. 

“Feel better?” He asks, buckling his belt back into place. 

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Good, because I still need to test that you’re not a criminal.”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, you had a knife on you that you tried to hide. And since you’ve been acting suspicious and have been way too sassy with me, I don’t feel comfortable letting you on the plane until I know you’re not a threat of national security.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Right. Give me one finger, please.”

You hold a hand out to him. 

Kai takes the liberty of pressing your pointer finger into something wet and black, and then stamps it down on a piece of paper. “Thank you. Just wait one minute.”

As he stares at the paper, you take to staring at your finger. Hesitantly, you lick it, wondering if he really used ink.

“Don’t lick it,” he reprimands immediately.

“Sorry.” 

It tasted like fruit, like he had mashed up blackberries or something. You want to giggle, but refrain. 

“While this processes, would you like to tell me why you were carrying a knife under your shirt?”

“I keep it there for self defense.”

“Why not in your pocket, or something?”

“Easier for me to grab, harder for attackers to see. But sir, may I add, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I honestly forgot it was there. I was anxious about having to be in the parking garage and then totally forgot to put it in a better place. I’m really sorry. I promise I’m no threat to anyone.”

He sighs, reading your face. “I understand, ma’am. And it seems you’ve passed the test, so your story checks out.”

“I passed?”

“It appears so.”

“Okay, great!”

“That being said, you’re now free to go. Your stuff is right over there.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you for your time. Oh, and might I suggest a few things?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, one, remember to not hide your weapons in your bra when you enter airports.”

“Sorry-”

“Two, throw out those condoms, because obviously, you don’t use them. Considering how fine you were without them ten minutes ago.”

“Excuse me?!”

“And three, you might want to get a pregnancy test. I come from a huge family, seven siblings, to be exact, and I also carry a twin gene.” Kai grins at you. “Have a nice flight!”

Keeping in character, your jaw drops. “Fuck! Are you serious?!” You exclaim loudly.

“Ma’am, please be wary of children in the airport.”

You shake your head in annoyance as you walk up the stairs, bag in hand, and away from him. 

◇◇◇◇

Twenty minutes later, Kai comes upstairs to find you on your bed. He wanted to give you some time to recover on your own, but will only leave you alone for so long before he needs to be by your side again. 

“Hi,” he greets, peering his head around the door.

“Hi, baby.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

“How are you? Was I too rough? Are you hurt anywhere? Was it too much?”

“Come here,” you gesture for him to join you. “None of those things, pumpkin. It was perfect. You were perfect.”

“Are your wrists bruised?” He asks anyway.

You send a question back before answering him. “Are your hips?”

“Maybe. But I don’t mind. It was worth it.”

“Well, my answer is the same.”

He’s only quiet for a second before continuing. “I liked that piece you had on today. That agent was right - you are a naughty girl.”

“Seems I am.” 

He gives you a kiss, then tucks his head into the crook of your neck with his arms around your waist. He doesn’t budge when you lean back and take him with you. Your head hits the pillow and he only nestles closer. 

After a while, though, he coughs. It’s not a sick cough, but more of a “new topic starter” kind of cough.

“You okay?” 

“Yeah. But I would, um, if I were you…”

“Would what, baby?”

“Take a test… like, a pregnancy test. Because we don’t use those condoms often, I didn’t even remember you had them, and I kinda…. I don’t know, but I think we should do that just in case.”

“You’re probably right. Especially after this time in particular.” You grow warm as you recall it. “We should probably use them more, too, considering how often…” You don’t feel the need to finish your sentence. Kai knows exactly what you mean. 

However, he just grunts. He adjusts slightly, enough to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What?” You pry. “You disagree?”

He shrugs. “I kinda like it being a roll of the dice. Which time are you gonna show up with two blue lines?” Your jaw drops in surprise “I already have a doctor roleplay planned out.” You go silent out of shock. Kai tenses after a minute. “Was that too far? We can use the condoms; I can work them into something.”

“No,” you finally say, “not too far.” A three second flash of the future runs in your mind. The first second, you stare down at a positive test. The second, his hands rest on your growing stomach, pretending to monitor a baby’s growth. The third, the sight of his smile at the prospects of being a father. It’s not something you really expected him to want, yet it seems to be on the forefront of his mind. “Not too far at all,” you repeat. 

Kai noticeably relaxes. “Ease into the doctor thing with me instructing you on the importance of condoms,” he jokes, “and then a couple months later, that conversation was obviously pointless.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Sounds like fun to me.”

“Good.” He nestles closer into you. “I like doing these with you.”

“I like them too, pumpkin. Are you getting tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Well on that note, goodnight. I love you.”

“Goodnight.” He places a kiss on your shoulder, too tired to pull himself back up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

#kai parker x reader #malachai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker smut #this is so cheesy #y'all i have upwards of 100 wips in my folder #needed to desperately post while i work on recs #hope this isn't too stupid

[raenizza]

"Cybersex"

Synopsis: The reader finally gets the chance to Facetime Roman as he awaits her all alone on his tour bus.

Roman x Black OC reader, Roman x Black Reader

Word Count: 2522

Warnings: Masturbation? Curse words, wet slushy ushy gushy sounds, dick slapping on cam, edging

Author’s Note: Happy New Year!! And what better way to start the New Year off than with a little E-sex. Enjoy my loves.

Happy New Year!!! 

So you know what that means, it is the last smackdown of 2022. With this historic event at bay, you know exactly what is expected of your time spent with your man and that it is very limited. You have been patiently waiting for weeks now on end to see him.  Watching him on TV does not count entirely and cute little selfies don’t do enough justice. You want to see him, even though you can’t physically be there, seeing him interact with you one on one is something so special. For the past few weeks, Roman has only communicated with you only through phone calls, text, and voice messages. His busy schedule has been insane lately and you can barely keep up, but the good news is that he makes time for you. He always has and always will. No matter what it is, your man will always do his best to respond to every message or call as soon as possible even if it's a quick “baby I'm a little busy give me a sec”. You know that his attention will always be focused on you, hence you’re his number one priority and he made sure of that.

You stared gracefully at your 75-inch TV screen, which played the famous Netflix film, 365 DNI. Although you are not entirely interested in the movie as a whole, you decided to put something on as background noise in order to distract you for a while. You then glanced at the large clock on the wall checking the time. 10:55 p.m. “Ok I got 5 more minutes.” you said to yourself and you prepared for the Facetime call.

Propping the pillows up in front of you to hold your phone, you decided to get comfortable quickly sitting criss-cross on the bed. You had slid on one of Roman’s T-shirts matching it with Christmas-themed fuzzy socks.

Looking around the room, making sure it’s clean and organized. Which lead to everything being in place.

“10:59, wheww almost there.” you kept thinking to yourself. You and Roman agreed to Facetime around 11:00 p.m.It was better for both of you hence he’s got done with rehearsing for Smackdown and can have plenty of free time.

 “11:00 p.m. FINALLYY!!” you yelped out and went straight to the Contacts app, slid through your favorites, quickly tapped “Papí💖” and hit the ‘Facetime’ button. You waited patiently as the phone began to ring. Nervous as you are, you shift in a couple of different positions but looked awkward in each one so you just settled down a bit.

The phone finally answered in the middle of you twisting your back a little to the side. Roman opens up with a big smile on his face.

“HEY BABY!!” he screamed loudly on his end. You jumped out of excitement but also embarrassment. “HII BABYY!!” you responded quickly adjusting your posture back to an erect position.

“What are you doing?” he giggled.

“Nothing, just getting comfortable. Anyways, What’s up?? How you doing boo?” you asked quickly derailing the conversation.

“Just came from the arena and I am burned out,” he said in a stressed manner.

“Babe, my body is so sore. I need a deep massage, a hot bubble bath, and possibly 2 or 3 beers.” 

“Well when you come home, I can make all of your wishes come true,” you replied with a cheeky smile. He returned the favor. 

“Where are you by the way? Have you reached the Hotel?” 

“Oh no, I’m on the bus,” he said as he looked around lifting his camera up to make sure she can see it too.

“The bus? You mean RV?” you laughed. Roman rolled his eyes instantly knowing where this is headed. He knows you like to joke about that big ass house on wheels he calls a bus and his tiny obsession with being it all the time.

“First off, you not goin' come for my ride, this baby is expensive and cozy.” He replied jokingly as pats the armchair next to him. 

“Baby, that shit is literally a studio apartment on 4 wheels. I’m surprised you’re not carrying a mini garage with it.” 

“Yea, yea whatever.” He replied annoyingly.

“Speaking of the house on the road, where’s your little road buddies?” You asked looking all through the screen to see if you can catch a glimpse of the Twins or even Paul.

“Oh they…they not here yet. Still in the locker room getting a couple of stuff done.” He replied as laid back in the chair.

“So you have the place all to yourself?” you said with a cheeky smile. Glaring at him on that phone screen. You watched him seemingly adjust himself in his chair. Then you heard moans coming from the TV screen forgetting that you still had that porno of a movie playing. 

“What the hell are you watchin” he says as you try to quickly find the remote on the bed nearly falling over. “Nothin' its just this random movie I started playing.” 

“You mean PORN.” he giggled out as you found your position back on the bed. You couldn’t help but stop and watch the vulgar sex scene as Massimo continues fuck the absolute mess out of Laura. Watching the repeated sex scene got you so hot and bothered that you forgot that Roman was still on the call. 

“Babe,” he said interrupting you. You looked down at him with a smirk. “Hey, sorry. I …I think I have an idea,” you stated seductively. “Hold on where is this going?” he says in a warning tone.

“Well since you are all alone in that big ole bus of yours and I haven’t seen you what feels like ages I thought maybe you and I could finally have some fun.= tonight.”

You positioned your phone further away from the bed and started to slowly undress. “Y/N, I know you’re not-”

 “Hush, and let me do what I need to do.” Shutting him up instantly. 

You began taking off the oversized T-shirt, revealing your bare skin and black lace bra. You made direct eye contact with him as you massaged your breasts. Then, you worked way down your stomach to the top of your panty line. Roman watched your movements closely without uttering a word. 

Your hands reach the edge of your panties and you slowly pull them down. You watched him watch you for seconds, then abruptly stopping in your tracks.

“Hold on, Babe I forgot something,” you said as you got up with a cheeky smile teasing your man all the way. Roman rolled his eyes immediately

“Really,” he said annoyed with your playfulness.

“Yes really” you responded as you stood, awkwardly in front of your nightstand looking for your rose toy. 

After a couple of quick nips and nags, you finally found the super soaker 3000 and could not wait to show your man what that piece of machinery can do. “Yes,” You said as you carefully jumped back into the bed and going right back into position in front of your phone.

“Babe, what’s that?” Roman asked. “Don’t worry about it just watch me.” You told him immediately concentrating on him and also the movie that is still currently playing in the background. 

You proceeded to remove your bra and undergarments, showing your beautiful wet brown lips and round perky breasts. Roman began licking his own lips watching everything fall into place and at the very sight of your pearl, he immediately began to shift in his seat. Covered in sweet, clear, and thick juices you placed the rose toy at the very center of your pussy, looking back at Roman on your phone as you can see him slightly grow in his sweatpants.

 “You like me like this baby?” You asked him in a seductive tone. “Mmmh hmmm” he growled as a response, sending you into oblivion. 

Roman moved his phone to a stand nearby his chair. He quickly looked around the bus to make sure no one was coming in. He laid back into his recliner chair and unbuckled his pants pulling them a few inches down by his waist. His bright red Nike boxers slid down slightly showing his brown-tanned abdomen. You watched him undress as he watched you. 

Roman smirked at the thought of you applying more pressure on your folds, so to tease you some more he started to rub his crotch area. He started with the base, slowly rubbing his balls as he watched you put the toy directly over your clit. He growled once again, thinking about rubbing his balls against your folds and feeling all of your wetness. Roman then proceeds to work his way from his base to the very tip of his dick, stroking every inch through his boxers. 

You then placed the rose toy closer to the entrance of your pussy, feeling every bit of vibration coming in. Roman, see this and shifted his position once more as his dick began to poke out in his underwear. His warm precum starts to slowly pour out from his tip, he rubs it against his garments watching your hips buck at every movement from the vibrations. 

“Fuckkkk” he whispered under his breath as he grinds against his own movements. “Take them off, baby” you moaned to him. “Please.” Breathily, as you can’t withstand the rose toy’s motions. Roman follows suit and pulls down his underwear. His caramel-colored dick springs out freely, smacking against his abdomen. 

“You like this shit, huh?” He says as he smacks it against his hand. With no lube in sight, Roman then spits on his hand and started to stroke his dick slowly up and down. “Mmmmhhm, Fuck babe” He says watching you on his tiny screen. 

“So fuckin’ sexy.” He whispered between each stroke. Turning you on, even more, you upped the setting on the toy, matching his speed. You moaned a little louder than before as this speed on the rose shocked you. You felt a small warm feeling in your stomach, getting closer to your climax, you had to slow it down. 

“Shit!” You said trying not to come too quickly. You remove the toy away from you a bit, taking a second to catch your breath. He stopped his movements as well. “What? Can’t keep up, baby?” He says as he smirks at you trying to meet up with him. Roman knew exactly what he was doing. 

Roman positioned the camera closer to him, the light from the lamp on the stand showcased his full bottom half. His soft brown, tattooed skin illuminated in the dark. He looked so heavenly in the light. He pulled his pants all the way down and lifted up his shirt a bit showing his stomach. Roman continued on to stroking himself again and instead of spitting on his hand as he did before, he spat directly on his tip. But first try wasn’t enough to cover, so he did it once again, but this time he spat on it with less aggression. Allowing the saliva to slowly, drip from his mouth all the way down to his thick veiny dick  Doing so he without breaking any form of contact. 

“Mmmhhmm” he moaned as he watched the substance cover every inch of his penis. The slushy noises from his strokes echoed in his tour bus. Roman began to grind against his strokes, his hips bucking in the air with every moment. He began to close his eyes picturing himself fucking into you on the bed. 

You couldn’t help yourself but to place the rose toy back onto your clit following suit and matching his strokes. Fuck this was so hot you thought to yourself. Watching himself masutrabte in front of you was so sexy.

Once again, feeling yourself reaching your edge, you wanted to wait once more, edging yourself, but this time Roman wasn’t feeling it. “No, babygirl keep goin’,” he said as he saw you repeatedly move the toy way to catch yourself. 

“Keep it on there, I wanna watch you cum for me” He says as he strokes his dick even faster, reaching his own climax. You placed rose right back on your clit and began to grind against it, nearly seconds away from reaching your big ‘O’. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” Roman says in a heated breath. “Yes, Daddy.” You replied shakingly as you felt yourself release.

“Ooooooooouu shittt!!” You screamed out. Your fluids dripping all over your folds and making a giant wet spot on your bed. 

“Attagirl” Roman says in between moans.

Your legs began to shake as you watch Roman grinding into the air. You rolled your eyes back picturing him on top of you pounding your pussy into smithereens. God, that felt amazing, but it wasn’t over yet. 

“Fuckkkkkk!!!” You heard from the other side of the screen. You watched as Roman stood up from his chair jacked his dick right in from the camera making sure you are not missing anything. 

You tried to look away for a brief moment because you were getting yourself riled up again but he immediately took notice. “Uhn Uhn Look at me.” He says to you as he nears his climax. The sounds of his precum mixed with his personal lube gathered around his dick as he strokes it up and down, repeatedly fills the quietness in your bedroom. You continued to look directly at him as you feel the heartbeat in your pussy beginning to fasten. Roman pulled his phone closer to him to where his dick was practically touching the screen. 

“You want this nut baby?” He says breathlessly. “Yes.” You instantly replied to him. 

“Yea?” He says before releasing.”Shitt!!” He screamed out as he ropes of creamy white substance exploded everywhere. His dick pulsated with every drip of cum released from his dick. “Awwww fuckkkkkk” he moaned deeply. Roman, breathing heavily looked down at to his crotch era at the mess he made.

“Damn baby, look at what you did.” He said through a cheeky grin, showing his pearly whites. You watched him cum before, and every time it it’s a different experience. It was something so satisfying, watching him release himself in front of you and then looking back at the damage that he’d caused. 

You giggles at his response and then started to get up to put your little flower gadget away. Roman picked up a paper towel nearby and cleaned up his own mess quickly as he looked at the time. “Damn, it’s already midnight.” He said sliding back on his pants and sitting right back into his chair. 

“Alright baby, I know you have to go..” you began to trail off, not wanting to keep him.

 “No it’s ok baby, we can chat for a little longer, I don’t think anyone is coming in for a while.” He responded shortly after.

“Are you sure? ” 

“Yes, now tell me, how was your day?” He asked with the biggest grin.

“Well, it was great.”

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns x black!reader #roman reigns x black oc #roman reigns x mc #wwe #tribal chief #wwe imagines #wwe oneshot #wwe fic #roman reigns oneshot #roman reigns fic #roman reigns smut #smut #roman reigns x female reader #wwe headcannons #wwe fandom #wwe smut #head of the table #roman reigns imagine #happy new year #wwe smackdown #wwe smackdown live

[babygirl-diaz]

Better Man, Worse Breakup (Fanfic)

(Here is the fic that I wrote. I am not too happy with it but whatever)

The room looked like the end of some superhero brawl with tissues strewn about like superhero capes and Dad lying down on the couch looking like a defeated Steve Rogers after Thanos snapped his fingers and vanished half of the world’s population. If that wasn’t enough, “Better Man” by Taylor Swift was blasting through the speakers. 

Chris leaned against the door of his room and watched his dad on the couch with a confused look on his face. 

“My life is over. Marisol is gone forever. I will never find another woman like her,” Dad dramatically declared.  

Chris sighed and asked, “I mean, Dad, do you really want another person like her?” 

Dad abruptly sat up on the couch and frowned at his son. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing!” Chris declared, throwing his hands up. “Just that she was clearly wrong for you. She thought you were cheating on her with Buck and  then told Tommy which almost broke them up.”

Dad sniffled and shook his head. “She didn’t mean to. She just misunderstood.” 

Chris knew that deep down even Dad knew that that was not right. “She misunderstood a lot of things,” he mumbled under his breath. 

“She was the love of my life, Chris!” Dad dramatically proclaimed once again.

Chris narrowed his eyes at him, “I think my mom would beg to differ.” 

“Shit,” Dad hissed under his breath and then visibly cringed. “I’m sorry! I am such an awful person!” 

Chris rubbed his face and let out a frustrated groan. “Dad, that’s not-” He let out a deep breath to calm himself down before taking his phone out of his pocket. “I need to stage an intervention,” he mumbled to himself and texted Buck. -Buck, I love Taylor Swift as much as the next person but if I have to listen to Better Man another time, I will beat the speaker to death with something- 

Buck texted back not even a minute later. -Hey, whoa, what are you going on about?-

-DAD! He is wallowing after his break up and it’s getting on my nerves now- Chris texted back and glanced over his dad again. 

-Okay, we’ll be right there. Please don’t beat anything to death until we get there.- 

Chris heard the same song play all over again and groaned loudly, going back to his room and shutting the door behind him. -I can’t make any promises.- 

***

After thirty minutes, there was a knock on the door that resembled the knock from Frozen and Chris knew who it was. He went out to the front door and opened it to reveal Buck and Tommy, both of whom were grinning at him. 

“Buck! Tommy!” Chris said excitedly. “I’ve never been happier to see anyone in my entire life.” 

Buck pulled Chris into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. “Hey, kiddo. How are you? Where’s our wounded warrior?”

Once Buck pulled away, Tommy gave Chris a one-armed hug as he was holding a bright teal-colored casserole dish in the other hand. “Don’t worry, Uncle Buck and Uncle Tommy are here. We’re gonna make everything better.” 

Chris wanted to correct Tommy that Buck was more than an uncle to him, but he didn’t. Instead, he hugged him back and then pulled away to say, “Thanks, guys. He’s asleep on the couch. Can one of you drop me off at Isaac’s place? He and I have to work on our science project.” 

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Tommy replied. “Let me just put this casserole dish in the kitchen and I’ll drop you off.” 

“Thanks, babe,” Buck kissed Tommy’s cheek and then let him go. 

Tommy navigated through the mess of food, clothes, and tissues on the floor like he was navigating through a minefield as he went to the kitchen. 

“I’ll go check on your dad,” Buck told Chris and then tripped over a sock as he went to the couch. Chris caught him cursing under his breath but said nothing. 

Buck got down on the floor, next to Eddie’s head and ran his fingers through his hair, “Hey, Eddie.” 

***

Tommy came back to find Evan on the floor next to Eddie. He was so gentle with him. There was a pang in Tommy’s heart but he buried it deep inside. Eddie’s eyes opened and he said something to Evan before flinging himself into his arms and taking Evan down with him. 

“Marisol left me, Buck. What am I going to do without her?” He said loud enough for Tommy to hear. 

He watched as Evan rubbed his back. “Well, for starters, you’re gonna take a shower. You reek, Eds.” 

That made Tommy smile and he shook his head before turning off the music. He made a disgusted face at what was on the coffee table. “Is this wasabi?” He asked before picking up a tub and sniffing it. The smell was so pungent, it made him gag. 

“No, pretty sure that was supposed to be mint chip ice cream,” Chris informed him. 

Tommy turned to give Chris a serious look, “I feel like social services will take you away if they see this”

“Let’s not tell social services then,” Chris shrugged. “Can we go now?” 

Tommy looked at Evan and Eddie, who were now on the couch with Eddie’s head on Evan’s shoulder. “Yeah, let’s go,” Tommy replied. “Buck, I’ll be right back.” 

Evan waved him off in return. 

***

“Tommy?” Chris said when they were in the car. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Tommy asked. 

“Thank you for doing this,” Chris replied and offered Tommy a small smile. 

Tommy returned his smile and nodded, “For dropping you off? Of course, kiddo!”

 Chris shook his head, “No, not for that.” Tommy heard him audibly sigh before he said, “Actually for that too, but mostly for coming by to help take care of Dad. You didn’t have to do that. Especially not with you and Buck being so new to your relationship and probably needing more time with each other.” 

Tommy briefly looked over at Chris and gave him a gentle look. “It’s okay, kid. Buck and I are always here for you and Eddie. And Eddie is going through a tough time. We wouldn’t just abandon him.” 

“You’re awesome, Tommy,” Chris told him. “Buck is lucky to have you.”

Tommy’s smile got brighter at that. “Thank you, kiddo” He noticed Chris twiddling his thumbs and looking nervous, and wondered if something was wrong. “Is there something else?” 

“You know what Marisol said about Dad and Buck isn’t true, right? They aren’t cheating on you with each other” 

“Chris-” Tommy started to say but was interrupted. 

“No, hear me out. They’ve always been close friends and that’s all they are,” Chris tried to assure him. 

Tommy’s heart ached at that. Chris was just a kid. He didn’t need to be worrying about these things. “I know, Chris. I just- I can get a little jealous sometimes. Evan is such a great guy. I don’t wanna lose him.”

Chris nodded slowly. “That’s understandable. And you’re not going to lose him. I can promise you that.” 

Tommy smiled at that. “You’re an amazing kid, Chris. Your dad is lucky to have you,” he repeated what Chris told him. 

***

Tommy came back to Eddie’s house and knocked on the door. Evan opened it almost immediately and pulled Tommy in for a kiss. “I missed you”

Tommy chuckled at that. “I was only gone for like 10 minutes. Where’s Romeo?” 

Buck took Tommy’s hand and led him to the living room. “He’s in the shower.” 

Tommy stopped as he took in the sight in front of him of the messy room. “Yeah, I am not sitting until this mess is cleared out. Show me where the vacuum and rags are.”

Evan smirked and winked at him. “I could even show you where the sexy maid’s outfit is”

Tommy kissed him as he smirked and asked, “Does Eddie wear that?” 

“You would have to ask, Marisol,” Evan rolled his eyes. “Oh wait, you can’t. She’s gone.”

Tommy smacked Evan’s arm. “You’re so mean” 

“She tried breaking us up! Me being mean to her is the least of her worries,” Evan replied and pulled Tommy in for another kiss. 

Tommy heard sniffling behind them before Eddie’s voice said, “You two are disgustingly cute.” 

Evan immediately pulled away from Tommy. “Sorry, buddy.” 

Eddie shook his head and plopped down on the couch with his towel still hanging over his shoulders. “No, don’t be sorry. Just because I am pathetic doesn’t mean you two have to walk on eggshells around me.”

Evan and Tommy sat down on either side of Eddie. Tommy took the towel and started drying Eddie’s hair. “You’re not pathetic, man. You’re just hurting.”

Eddie put his head on Evan’s shoulder and started crying again. “I miss her. I just miss her so much.”

Evan pulled Eddie close and said, “I know, Eds, I know. But you’re going to get through this.” 

Tommy watched them and started to wonder again if something was going on between Evan and Eddie. 

Evan looked over at Tommy and a knowing look passed his face. “Hold your train of thought right there, Sherlock, Eddie cries like this on my shoulder during a romcom all the time. It’s nothing new.”

Eddie sniffled and looked between Evan and Tommy. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing!” Evan and Tommy said at the same time. 

Eddie moved away from Evan and gave them a confused look. “Okay?” 

The tension between them could be cut through with a knife, so Tommy quickly said, “ I made casserole! You want some? Okay, scratch that. It’s not even a question. You’re eating that casserole. You look like you’ve been surviving on ice cream and frozen pizzas for a week.”

“That’s because he has,” Evan chimed in. “You get him the food. I’ll clean up in the meantime.”

When they got to the kitchen, Evan pulled Tommy in for another kiss. This time he was more insistent and he lingered for a while. When they pulled away, Evan took Tommy’s hands in his, “YOU are my boyfriend, okay? Not Eddie. I am just here supporting a friend.”

‘I know. I’m just- You two have so much history. I am feeling a little insecure I guess,” Tommy told him and looked down at their hands. 

“And that’s perfectly fine. That’s why I’m here to remind you that I like like you,” Evan winked at him. 

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “I like like you too.” 

“Good,” Evan replied and kissed Tommy’s cheek. 

Evan went back to the living to clean while Tommy took the food to Eddie and gave it to him, sitting down beside him. 

Eddie stabbed at the casserole with his fork. 

“You’re supposed to eat that. Not murder it,” Tommy reminded him. 

“I don’t feel like eating,” Eddie declared. 

Tommy rolled his eyes at that. “Man, don’t make me do choo-choo trains to feed you. I don’t think either of us wants to see that.” 

“Oh, I definitely wanna see that,” Evan chimed in from where he was vacuuming the floor. 

 “Shush! You don’t get a say in this,” Tommy told him, cracking a small smile. 

“Don’t you shush me, Kinard!” 

“Get your pretty ass back to work, Buckley,” Tommy rolled his eyes

Evan shook his ass in their general direction before going back to vacuuming. 

Eddie sniffled as he said, “Marisol and I used to banter like that.” He put the food down and picked up his phone instead. He browsed through it before stopping on something. Tommy sneaked a peak to see it was a photo of Eddie and Marisol at Disneyland with Chris. “She laughed at jokes. Even the unfunny ones.”

“Your dad jokes? Seriously? That’s how you know she wasn’t a keeper. You don’t want fake people in your life, Eds,” Evan told him and Tommy threw him a horrified look and shook his head. 

Eddie burst into tears again. “She wasn’t fake!”

“Wasn’t she?” Evan asked. “Okay, maybe not fake, but definitely toxic. She thought you were cheating on her with me because she thought we were too close.” 

“But we are. I don’t blame her for misinterpreting that,” Eddie replied defensively. 

“Then how does Tommy not misinterpret that?” Evan asked

“I mean…” Tommy trailed off, trying to remind Evan that they were just talking about the same thing not even ten minutes ago. 

‘Your girlfriend isn’t worth all the telenovela-level drama you got going on here,” Evan told him, ignoring Tommy. 

Eddie glared at Evan in return and Tommy immediately stepped in, “Evan, I think you should stop.”

‘I think you should leave. Both of you,” Eddie told them. 

Evan threw the vacuum down on the floor and glared at Eddie in return, “You know what? We will! I’ll tell Chris not to worry about you because you’re clearly not worth it.”

“Buck-” Tommy softly started to say, trying to maintain peace.

“You have no right to do that. He’s my son,” Eddie informed him and Tommy noticed him tightening his fist. 

“He is my responsibility and if you’re not gonna act like a grown up then someone has to,” Evan threw back. 

Eddie stood up and pointed at the door, “I said get out of my house!” 

“Okay, both of you shut up!” Tommy yelled. “And sit down!” 

Eddie looked determined not to listen but then he huffed and sat back down. Evan sat down on the floor instead. 

“Not there, you idiot. Come here and sit beside Eddie,” Tommy told him. 

“No, thank you, I’m good,” Evan scoffed. 

“Who is acting like a child now?” Tommy asked. 

Evan stomped over to the couch and grudgingly took a seat beside Eddie. 

‘You guys are best friends and you’re just gonna let something as stupid as this tear you apart?” Tommy asked standing in front of them like some kind of motivational speaker. 

“He-” Evan interrupted. 

But Tommy immediately shut him down, “Babe, please shut up. You’re supposed to support your friend, not antagonize him. He’s going through something right now and it is your responsibility to have his back.” 

“Ha!” Eddie cheered triumphantly. 

“And you, you’re not any better,” Tommy turned his attention to Eddie. “You’re moping around like a 15-year-old whose boyfriend ended things with her and now she thinks it’s the end of the world. You have a kid, Eddie. A kid who loves you more than anything in this world. A kid who depends on you. He is not supposed to be the responsible one in this relationship. So yeah, cry, as much as you want, but then pull yourself up too.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie told them ruefully and looked down at his hands. 

“Don’t be sorry, Eddie,” Evan gently told his friend. “He’s not saying that to put you down.”

Tommy put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, which forced Eddie to look at him. “I’m really not.” 

Eddie closed his eyes and a tear slipped down his cheek. “I know. I just- you guys are so perfect together and I am feeling kinda jealous of that right now.” 

‘We are far from perfect, Eddie,” Evan assured him. “We’re still figuring each other out. This is the honeymoon phase you’re seeing us in.” 

‘Yeah, and once this passes let’s see where we stand,” Tommy replied. 

“Exactly!” Buck chimed in. 

“I’m gonna try to do better, you guys. Let’s get this place cleaned up,” Eddie said, getting up from the couch, looking far more determined. “By the way, do you guys think I should text Marisol?”

“NO!” Tommy and Buck yelled at the same time. 

***

Chris returned home after a few hours when Isaac’s mom dropped him off. He let himself inside and stopped at the scene in front of him. Buck, Dad, and Tommy were all fast asleep sitting upright on the couch, with Dad in between the two men. They both had a protective arm thrown over him. As Chris took in the sight, he knew that his dad was going to be okay and if he took a photo for possible blackmailing purposes then no one had to know. 

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #christopher diaz #buck x tommy #tuck #911 abc #fanfiction #911 spoilers #kinda #crack fic #attempt at humor

[writtenbyjanee]

‘ ‘ be my baby ! ’ ’ [ chapter one ]

E . M . & F!CHEERLEADER!READER

‘‘ the night we met i , knew i needed you so! “

[ chapter 1 : » first meeting 🩵 ]

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the phone on your bedside table rang , the sound shocked you awake. closing your book you picked up the phone.

“ hello ? y/n ? are you there ? “

it was your best friend , diana

“ di ? hey, what’s up ? “

“ could you uhh.. do me a huge favour and come out with me ? “

“ like right now ? i mean sure but , why ?? “

you sighed , knowing you could never say no to her. she was just too sweet , so happy all the time.

you met di during your first english class in freshman year. she was your first friend at school , you’d been to catholic school almost your whole life , but after almost an entire year of begging your parents finally agreed to send you to a ‘ normal ‘ school. you couldn’t stand all the stuck up girls at the catholic school , all so mean, turning up their noses to anyone slightly different.

which was the complete opposite of diana , maybe that was why you loved her so much.

“ yes.. right now! stacy’s band is playing tonight! remember ? ,.. uhm. i just wanted to be there for her! you know? “

stacy was another friend of yours , an aspiring starlet , she hated the restrains of small town america and would basically die to get out. you couldn’t miss her first real performance infront of people that weren’t your friends if your life depended on it!

“ oh! right , i totally forgot , that’s tonight , hang on . let me just get ready! “

“ i knew you’d come! “

she giggled a little.

“ so?? i’ll come pick you up at 8 ? park halfway down the street so your parents don’t see the car or whatever . “

“ sounds good to me , see you di ! “

“ later y/n ! “

you crept around your bedroom , careful to not make too much noise , your parents were probably still awake. you grabbed your makeup bag and began applying it in your vanity mirror , not forgetting to fix your hair.

you put on some sparkly white eyeshadow and mascara to finish off before picking out an outfit.

you settled on a little baby blue dress and a white cardigan , modest in a way but still appropriate for the occasion. you shimmied into the dress , adjusting yourself a little.

you grabbed some little white frilly socks and slid them on. rushing to pick out a purse to fill with all your belongings , deciding on a small white bag that could fit all your needed. finally stepping into your baby blue sneakers , worn out from how much you wore them.

this was the hardest part , actually leaving the house. you opened up your bedroom door , tiptoeing down the hallway all the way to the back door . you slipped out of the side gate , leaving it unlocked for when you returned later.

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you basically skipped down the street to diana’s car , excited to finally get out after a long week at school.

“ y/n ! hi ! “

diana ran over to hug you.

“ hey ! “

after a small embrace the two of you got into the car and headed for the hideout. basically the only bar in hawkins , you listened to your favourite music on the way , chatting about school and gossip.

after about 15 minutes the car came to a stop and the two of you got out of her car.

“ i’m like so excited! “

diana squealed , everyone knew how much this meant to stacy , the bar was having some kind of open mic night where all the bands could play.

the two of you strolled into the bar , finding your place among the crowd of high school students and middle aged alcoholics all patiently waiting for the music to start.

after a few minutes a group of boys came out onto the stage , clad in black and a few of them holding their own instruments.

“ uh , hi , we’re corroded coffin “

a few young girls jokingly cheered and whistled for the group of boys ,

after a few short moments the band began to play , the music was loud and heavy , this wasn’t really your scene but you couldn’t just leave. you distracted yourself with admiring one of the boys , his hair was long and almost curly ,

the two of you almost made eye contact, but you instinctively looked away before he could look at you.

“ they’re really good ! “

diana yelled over the music,

“ i mean , i totally dig them ! “

you looked over at her , giggling a little , you could tell how much she enjoyed this music. diana was spontaneous, she loved new things , all things. she was like a ray of sunshine.

“ you know , they aren’t half bad? “

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finally after a half hour , they finished , stacy was finally coming on .

you and diana were basically screaming for her , her curly red hair bounced as she walked , she grinned when she saw us and a few other of her friends amongst the crowd.

most people from school had come to see her if you were being honest , she was pretty popular.

she wore a light pink lipstick that shimmered in the spotlight , something out of the 1970s , you thought.

another girl from her band began to play , starting out the song , stacy began to sway to the music. her voice was angelic , soft , she was like a movie star.

“ i’m like totally in love with her . “

you said , half joking , half serious.

“ i know .. she’s magnetic ! “

di replied.

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the night came to a close , you were waiting outback with diana for stacy ,

“one second , i need to get her flowers from the car ! “

diana rushed over to her car to grab the bunch of flowers she’d picked for stacy.

you hugged yourself in the cold , wishing you’d bought more than just your cardigan.

‘ fuck it ‘

you thought ,

‘ i’ll just go find her myself , and id only be five minutes , diana wouldn’t worry . ‘

you pushed open the back door searching for stacy , you were determined to find her and get home as soon as humanly possible.

in the dark of the hallway , you bumped someone’s arm , you turned around to the person.

“ ah ! i’m so sorry ! “

you looked up at the boy , the one from earlier with long hair. you’d totally die for hair like that , even if you wouldn’t openly admit it.

“ oh , you’re that guy .. from the band ,? corroded coffin ? “

he looked at you and you saw him smile,

“uh yeah , that’s me! and sorry , by the way . “

you smiled back at him.

“ that’s alright , my friend and i thought you totally rocked. “

he giggled a little at your tone of voice , why was a girl like you , so sweet , speaking to someone like him .

“ thanks. i’m eddie , by the way . “

“ that’s it ! i knew i recognised you ! and im y/n , by the way . “

“y/n , i’ve seen you around , you’re on the cheer team aren’t you ? “

you nodded at the boy ,

suddenly , you felt a manicured hand grasp your arm , you’d recognise that purple nail polish anywhere ,

“i was totally sweet out there! wasn’t i ? “

“ yeah ! you’re like .. the next stevie nicks or something! “

she grinned at you .

“ now come on , diana’s probably waiting on us! “

you turned to eddie who had already began to walk away

“ see you around ! “

you smiled gleefully at him and waved , he waved back.

you grabbed her hand and you walked out of the door,

“ did i just see you wave to eddie and then GIGGLE TO YOURSELF AFTER? ? “

stacy was wide eyed at what you just did , she never could have predicted that .

“ diana , hi! “

diana ran up to you and stacy , hugging you both.

“ i’m so proud of you stace!!! we both are ! “

diana basically yelled as she squished the two of you .

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the car door slammed shut and you pressed play on the radio , letting the tape play ,

“ y/n , you never answered my question!, “

stacy glanced at you when she said this .

“ sooo, do you find eddie cute or something? “

diana turned to the two of you in shock

“ HOW AM I JUST HEARING ABOUT THIS?!! “

“ eyes on the road di ! “

you looked down in embarrassment.

“ and yes , i very well may find him ‘ cute ‘ stacy. what about it. “

you were holding back laughter, not that you weren’t serious , you just laughed in situations like this. you basically never liked anyone at school.

when the girls heard this , they basically celebrated,

“ y/n this is serious! you like , never like any guy , E-V-E-R “

diana was being dramatic , laying it on . how could she not. her best friend was finally getting a life outside of her countless romance novels.

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you waved goodbye to the two girls in the car , walking down the road and into your back garden , through the gate , then to door , finally creeping up the stairs.

you quickly wiped your face in the bathroom sink and stumbled into your bedroom , sliding out of your outfit and back into your pyjamas.

you were honestly surprised how easy that was , usually there are atleast a few obstacles.

when you closed your eyes after turning out the lamp on your cluttered bedside table , you thought about eddie , maybe you DID like him .. you probably liked him .

you argued back and forth with yourself in your head , i mean , you’d only ever spoken to him once just about an hour or more ago.

but there was just something about him , something different to any other boy you’d met , his eyes were soft and kind , not like anyone else you knew.

you rolled over a little more before finally falling asleep ,

🩵 [ chapter 1 » end ]

#writtenbyjanee #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #fan fic writing #stranger things #st fanfic #x reader #1980s #be my baby

[chaeinedup]

Welcome Home

Being an adult is shitty. Specially when you don't feel like one. What do they mean, getting a job, paying bills and constant responsabilty??!! This is exactly why you couldn't live alone for long, you were fast to let your thoughts take over you and because of that spiralling was quite frequent.

You tried convincing some of your friends to move in with you, offered to do all the dishes for an entire month, accepted to move into the smaller bedroom, but in the end no one wanted or could accept the offer. Hope was starting to fade but you're not a quitter, at least that's what you try to tell yourself in situations like these. The last resort was to advertise it online.

Surely someone would accept it, however there's many risks that come with that possibility and you want to live for a long time. Despair and frustration, the worse pair, was teaming up against you, and they had a very high chance of winning if you look at their record sheet. A ping made you jump off of your chair, you weren't talking to anyone so this was definetely unexpected, but not unwanted, you could use the company.

yuyu:

Are you still looking for a housemate?

y:

IAM, PLEASE TELL ME YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND!

yuyu:

No sorry ahaha But i have a friend who is interested.

y:

Do I know them?

yuyu:

Kinda? I mean you've guys spoken to each other before, at my birthday I think. It's wooyoung.

That name is familiar, as you started to search through your memories, Yunho's birthday party folder showed up, a brief replay of the moment you introduced yourself to everyone and there he was, sitted next to San. You only have good things to say about him, super approachable, funny, helpful... This situation was starting to fix itself.

y:

Give him my adress and my number. Oh and tell him to meet me here tomorrow at 11am. So he can see the place and we get to know each other.

yuyu:

Okay, he said he'll be there.

9:00am and you were wide awake, you wanted to leave the apartment spotless, look good and also grocery shopping. The plan is to make him lunch, something easy because you don't intend to burn the place down. So off to the supermarket you were.

The walk home was much worse due to the heavy bags but nothing could discourage you. You exude happiness ever since you got Yunho's text yesterday, cloud9 was so close, the only thing left was wooyoung saying yes.

Food prep? Done, House duties? Done, last step, getting ready. You already had chosen the outfit in your mind, nothing too fancy just an oversized t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The special element was your kuromi socks since the neutral ones were in the wash.

11:00am finally comes around and your excitment can't contain itself, you're walking from one side of the living room to the other, looking at the clock every 5 seconds, wondering when he'll get here. After almost 100 laps around the couch your phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Wooyoung, I'm downstairs, I didn't know which floor it was so I decided to call you instead."

"Oh yeah, second floor on your right."

"Thanks, I'll be right there."

As soon you hung up, you threw your phone back on the couch and ran to the door. You put your head on the peep hole to see him from the elevator. The doors opened and he stepped outside, heading torwards your place, but something was different, his hair was longer. A knock on the door woke you back up and you opened the door.

"Welcome to your future home, please come on in." you said while smiling.

"What makes you think I'll want to stay here?"

"Great area, spacious apartment, plenty of transportation, close to Yunho's house and an amazing housemate. You'll be dumb if you pass up this opportunity."

"Not even 5 minutes in and you're already insulting me?" he acted shocked.

"If I didn't know you better, I'd actually feel guilty about my comment and besides, it only counts as an insult if you don't end up wanting to stay. So choose wisely."

"So tell me about you." He spit out.

You gave him a tour, told him the house rules and so far so good. He seemed very pleased, your hope was growing by the minute. Your food was also tasting extra good, you couldn't tell if it was your skills improving or the delusion speaking.

"Me? Well there's not much to tell."

"Then why were you so desperate to get a house buddy?"

You choked on your food.

"I WAS NOT DESPERATE OKAY I WAS JUST PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS."

He couldn't stop laughing he even put his fork down to clap.

"No need to get embarassed I was just wondering. I wanted to be closer to the center of Seoul for professional reasons but also to experience more of the city life. But everything is expensive nowadays and what isn't is already taken or doesn't have that much of great conditions."

"So we met at each other at the right time! Well sure we first interacted at Yunho's house but you know... officially."

"I must say I really liked you at that time, you were very cheerful and loud kinda like me. I mean when he said you'd show up I was a little scared cause we can be a looot but you handled us pretty well."

"Yah did I ever look weak to you Jung Wooyoung!!"

The conversation flowed so well he stayed ever until it was dark outside. It's safe to say that in the end he said yes.

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#wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung oneshots #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung masterlist #wooyoung hours #jung wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung #ateez masterlist #chaeinedup

[yandere-fics]

♡ Kassien With Her Scent Obsessed Omega ♡

(Surprise sequel to laundry sniffing omega. Omega gets stuck in the dryer. Warning for Daddy Kassien again. No real smut, sorry for teasing you. Let me know what you think.)

You'd been dating Kassien for a couple of months now and so far it had been great except she worked regularly which lead to you often sitting on the floor of your closet after having removed everything from the hangers and burying yourself in her scent when it felt like your heat was closing in which often lead to most of her clothes being dirtied by your uhm... juices and her needing things quickly rewashed before she had to work which is what you were up to now.

Your alpha had insisted it wasn't that big of a deal but you still felt really guilty about it so most of the time after you used them, you made sure to at least put them in the laundry before Kassien returned home. You loved doing her laundry, you always felt sad washing something because soon herr scent would vanish from the item at least until she could rescent things for you and while you could just keep them, you really didn't want Kassien to know how much you dirtied her laundry so it was just best to say goodbye to the items fro now and have her rescent them later.

"Hmm, almost done, now I just have to fold everything." You pulled everything out of the dryer save for one sock that got stuck in the back. You knew Kassien would scold you for climbing into the dryer in order to get it since you could get hurt, she also told you if you couldn't reach it when your arm then you should use the grabber to get it instead of leaning in but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. It could hurt you however which is how you wound up stuck with her phone ringing, probably Kassien calling to ask if you wanted her to bring anything home since she was almost done for the night. That was just going to make her extra pissy when she got back cause you'd gotten yourself stuck and were unable to even call her for help, you knew she worried a lot, the laundry room would probably be off limits if she wasn't home from now on.

And thus there was only one thing to do in order to quell her anger, awkwardly shimmy until your pants came off somewhat and play it off as if this was a surprise for her the entire time, still you could only manage to get them somewhat off your butt but it would have to do for now because you heard the front door open with Kassien loudly growling about you not answering daddy when she called. She'd gotten back much quicker today, guess she was really angry you didn't pick up any of her calls.

"Lovely, come here." She gritted her teeth also extremely upset you had the audacity to not greet her with even a hug when she returned, she could smell you were awake, it wasn't like you were napping and just didn't hear the phone ringing, this was you willfully ignoring her in her eyes and so she started to stomp towards the laundry room where she heard you softly whimpering.

"Hi daddy, I'm sorry I couldn't answer your call, I was preparing a surprise for you but then I accidentally really got stuck." You tried to play it off hoping that would calm her a bit but she only hummed sliding your pants further down and staring at your panties that were quickly growing wetter, you squeaked as she hooked a finger through them quickly pulling them up and giving you a small wedgie.

"Is that so lovely, it looks to me," She paused pulling harder on your underwear making you let out a loud whimper before squeezing one of your asscheeks and spanking you hard. Damn it was really going to hurt to sit tomorrow. "Like my lovely mate disobeyed her daddy and it didn't go well did it?"

You shook your head rapidly before remembering she couldn't see you. "Yes daddy, I should have listened to you, I'm sorry daddy." She hummed in thought spanking you again twice before standing up and walking into the kitchen leaving you there to whimper before returning with what sounded like the toolbox.

"It's okay sweetness, now you know why daddy had that rule in place, no more laundry room when I'm not home and you'll get ten spanks for every minute daddy has to spend unscrewing and rescrewing the dryer door to free her baby."

"Yes daddy, I understand." She gave your ass another playful squeeze before reaching for the screwdriver to start trying to release you.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc kassien

[gay-victorian-astronomer]

5, 8, 50!

5. How do you like your eggs?

In an omelette, with peppers, onions, ham and/or sausage, and cheese. Being able to go get an omelette at the dining hall afterwards is the only thing keeping me motivated to go to my stupidly early meeting. I also like them scrambled but I'm a bit pickier about the texture in that case.

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

The main thing I purposefully collect are pins, enamel and otherwise. A lot of them live on my denim jacket, but I actually have more pins than can fit on there at any given time. Here's the current state of the collection:

Most of the ones that don't live on the jacket are either too fragile, too large, tend to come off too easily, or I just don't like the design as much (the latter I keep around to swap out with the pride pins when I go visit my parents). A lot of the medium circular buttons were freebies from the library, and a lot of the others were bought from local artists— if you're curious about where I got a particular pin, let me know (in a reply/DM) and I can try to dredge up a link if it's one that I bought.

I actually want to do a lot more to this jacket— because I usually wear a backpack I can only put pins on a limited part of it, so I want to start making/collecting patches to put everywhere else. I have a few already and I've bought materials for a large back patch, but haven't had the time to actually put it together. I also want to acquire some Disco Elysium-related pins or patches, but I haven't found any that really vibe with me yet.

50. Describe your perfect sleeping conditions.

The only thing I really need to be able to sleep is a very dark room— as little ambient light as possible. Beyond that, I generally prefer a room that's on the colder side, so I can fully hunker down into the comforter, but not so cold that I need to wear socks or add an additional blanket (too many layers of fabric starts to bother me, I sleep in just my underwear for the same reason). I sleep best when I'm alone (which is how I almost always sleep, not entirely by choice), and I don't usually sleep with stuffed animals unless I'm feeling particularly lonely that night. If we're really talking ideal sleeping conditions, then I wouldn't have an alarm set, and I'd have a solid hour or two of time after I wake up to dick around on my phone until I'm ready to get out of bed.

#answered asks #also an interesting jacket digression: #this denim jacket is my main jacket for 3/4 of the year- usually for when it's ~40 degrees and up #for the colder months I've been wearing the bomber jacket that I got for my kim cosplay #(black side out because I feel intensely self-conscious in the orange. almost like it's designed to be highly visible or something) #(which you could write a whole character analysis about why he wears hi-vis all the time but that would be a digression to the digression) #anyways #even though my friends like the bomber jacket- I'm pretty meh on it when I'm not wearing it for cosplay #putting the denim jacket back on when it got warmer made me realize that it's because it fundamentally doesn't feel like my clothes #because I guess in a way it isn't #I just think it's interesting because that notably doesn't apply to the pants I bought for the same cosplay #which I love and feel cool as fuck in them whenever I wear them #idk #unnecessary digression is unnecessary #also let me know if you need alt text for the pin photo #I usually try to add it where possible but with this one there's just so many pins I'd need to describe #I'll still add it if someone needs it though

[pandulce135]

Sick With Your Sibling (2012! Mikey & Sibling-Esque! Reader)

Note: Honestly, not my best work, however, I had the idea and put it in my docs. Maybe I'll rework it in the future, who knows. I really wanted to finish it sooner than later, but then a bunch of stuff hit so.. yippee. Mikey deserves so much more love from his brothers in the 2012 show i'm putting my foot down here. I think I kin mikey ;;;

Warnings: Not proofread in any capacity. Kind of ooc but, ehh

The seasons were changing and more and more work was piling up on your shoulders as the school year began to get into full gear. On top of the clubs you partook in, as well as all the work for your numerous classes, not to mention the looming threat of the Kraang and the Shredder, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting sick from exhaustion. With tired eyes, a runny nose and full body aches, you were in for a bumpy ride. 

You sat in your bed, the covers up to your shoulders as you both shivered and sweated. To the side was a box of tissues and on the floor was a trash can already full of gross used tissues. The box was nearly empty but you felt too heavy and too tired to move out of bed to grab a second box. 

There was a pain in your side as you tried to adjust to a more comfortable position and a sharp hiss was pushed out through gritted teeth. Your shoulders felt like it was carrying the weight of the Shell-Raiser, tense and knotted. Not even a massage could get these aches out of you. Your feet, which had been slathered in Vicks VapoRub and covered with fuzzy socks, ached like you have been standing for hours on end. 

Your entire day has been spent on bed watching Leo’s favorite show Space Defenders. You didn’t see the appeal but had promised to watch it. It was easy to point out the flaws of the characters then guess the endings of each episode and it didn’t take long to get bored of it. But it remained playing on the computer screen while you scrolled through your phone to find a game to play. That’s when you got a notification from Mikey. 

Mikes: hey my dude just checking in. you doin okay???

You: If ‘almost done with my tissues and feeling too heavy to replace the box’ is okay, then I’m just dandy :)

Mikes: you want me to come over? i can make you some soup! we can play games or relax or whatever!!!

You: Are you sure? You might get sick too…

Mikes: nah, i’ll be fine. i’ll be right over!!!

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling, only to feel the familiar scratchy feeling in the back of your throat. The soft chuckle quickly turned into a hacking cough as you desperately sat up and reached for your water bottle that sat on the nightstand next to your bed. 

“Hey, dudette, you should really consider locking your window. You never know what freaks could be climbing through at any given moment,” Mikey announced his arrival as he climbed through your window. He landed on his feet just in time to see you nearly inhaling the content of your water bottle. “Oh, jeez, you good?” He took a step forward just as you finished off the water. 

With a gasp of air, you responded, “Just peachy.” You weren’t ‘peachy.’ Your voice was raspy, your hair was a rat’s nest and you probably look like you haven’t slept in a week… which isn’t far from the truth considering all the work place on your shoulders, but still!

Mikey winced at your tone. “You don’t sound peachy…” He made his way over to sit on the edge of your bed. You watched as the skin where his brows would be furrowed upward as he looked around at your bed, taking in the tissue box, your disheveled comforter and numerous stuffed animals thrown about haphazardly. His eyes wandered back to you. “You don’t even look peachy. More cantaloupe skin pale.” He watched as you frowned before letting out an amused sigh. His shoulders relaxed. 

Sitting up, you leaned your back against the headrest of your bed. “What’s up, little man?” You felt a drop of something wet begin to drip out of your nose which you quickly wiped away with your sleeve. “Something on your mind?” The drip came back and you reached for a tissue to wipe your nose more effectively. 

Mikey leaned his shell against the wall behind him. “Nah, nothing is really up here.” He lazily pointed a green finger to his head. You didn’t miss how he looked down at his lap as he let his hand fall. “That’s what Donnie and Raph say, anyway.” His voice came out quieter, almost sheepish. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. How can they continue to get away with talking so poorly to Mikey? Sure, the young turtle before you was a bit rambunctious and reckless at times. Maybe he is a little loud and obnoxious. But he cares! He’s adventurous and curious. He’s just growing up. Maybe he’s not as mature as his brothers yet, but he’s Mikey. You wouldn’t want him any other way. 

“Boo. They’re dumb.” You gave a thumbs down as your tongue poked out at the side of your mouth. 

“Don't let Donnie hear you say that,” Mikey tried to joke, but you continued on.

“You’re you, Mikey. I wouldn’t want you to change for anyone.” You gave as wide of a smile as you could muster to the orange clad turtle sitting on your bed. 

His eyes widened, still holding a hint of sadness that looked unbearably wrong on him. “You really think that?” He asked in a near silent voice. He was being so vulnerable right now, you couldn’t let him continue thinking negatively about himself. 

You reached out for one of his three fingered hands and held it tight. “With all my heart.” Your eyes were stern but gentle as they stared into Mikey’s. 

He couldn’t help himself when he began to sniffle. In a flash, his arms wrapped around your torso and held you close as his head leaned against yours. “You’re like the best big sister I don’t have!” Mikey cried out, holding you tight. You couldn’t stop yourself from hugging back just as tightly. 

“Mikey, you’re gonna get sick,” you warned, your voice still raspy and your throat still scratchy. 

He loosened his hold but still didn’t let go. “I doubt it. I’m a mutant, remember? Super cool and part turtle?” You let out another chuckle, which, again, turned into another coughing fit as you forced yourself away from Mikey to cough into your arm. “Woah, you’re gonna cough up a lung! Can I get you anything?”

Your voice was nearly gone as you finished your violent coughing that left you gasping for air. “Water…” You reached out dramatically as your head fell back against the pillow you had propped up against the headrest. “I need… water,” your voice tapered off as your hand fell off the side of the bed. 

Mikey couldn’t help but laugh as he got up from your bed. “Water coming right up!” He announced as he left your room. 

“Another box of tissues, too!” You called as loudly as your throat would allow… which was hardly audible. At least in your opinion. Eh, you still had a few more in this box. You laid back down in your bed as you waited, your phone above your head, lighting up your face as you continued to scroll through it. 

It took all of two minutes for Mikey to return to your room with a few water bottles, an armful of snacks and, to your surprise, another box of tissues. 

Your eyes nearly twinkled in the laptop light that still had Space Defenders playing on it. “Mikey, you’re a gem.” 

He struck a pose with a wide smile. “I know.” With the movement, a water bottle and a bag of chips fell to the floor, earning a stifled laugh from you. You hid your smile behind your arm as you watched him retrieve his fallen items and climb back into the bed with you. 

You sat back up and immediately grabbed a bottle of water to chug in hopes it would get rid of the tickling at the back of your throat. It didn’t. Instead, it felt as if the water went down in a big ball, making you pry the bottle away from your lips and place a hand on your chest as if that would help the water go down any nicer. 

“Whoa, easy there-”

“Why must the entities that reign make me suffer in such a way?” You croaked out, staring up at the ceiling as the pain in your chest finally settled. You heard Mikey laugh over the rustling of a bag of chips. 

“You ask great questions, sister,” he chuckled, shoving a handful of potato chips into his mouth. 

There was a moment of silence between the two of you where only the rustling of the bag followed by crunching and Space Defenders was heard. Finally, you looked over at Mikey, who seemed to have all of his attention grabbed by the show and chips. 

You couldn’t stop thinking of how his brothers view him. Of how he really made you feel like a big sister, even as an only child. You really did love Mikey, but in a more protective manner. 

“You know how I’m an only child, right?” You asked out of seemingly nowhere. Mikey seemed to pop out of the control of the laptop to look over at you. 

“Yeah?”

“When I was younger, I always wanted to have a younger sibling. Alas, that never happened. Then I got older and got to meet you and your brothers.” You smiled at the orange clad turtle. “You’re like the little brother I never had, Mikey.” 

His eyes were wide as he sat silently, staring at you. In the corners you swore you could almost see tears forming. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. We’re like siblings from another…” you paused to think for a second, trying to find the best way to finish the phrase, “...organic… life form?” 

There was a short pause before Mikey fell forward onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “That was awful.”

You rolled your eyes. “Forgive me for trying to be heartfelt!”

“More like cringey!”

“You’re so mean!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yeah-huh!”

~~~~~

“Mind telling us how you got so sick, Mikey?” Donnie asked, standing over Mikey who was suffering in his bed. It felt ten degrees colder with Donnie in the room than without. 

Mikey thought about what you would say at this moment. It was almost like a lightbulb went off in his mind when he finally thought of the phrase you would use. With narrowed eyes and a sly smile Mikey spoke, “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

“Alright, I’ll text ‘em to let you know they got you sick.”

“What? No!” Mikey dragged out the no to be whinier. “They’ll say ‘I told you so!’”

#tmnt #2012 tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfic #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #mikey x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #sibling reader #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #give mikey some love #plz #i beg #sibling relationship

[prettyluvvy]

First time writing smut…

Her POV

I just want him to please me. He never brings any new stuff into the bedroom and I can’t convince him to try anything new. My boyfriend is so incredibly vanilla it’s not even funny. I try to get him to try things but I can tell he’s only doing it for me. Never for his own enjoyment.

“What are you doing babe,” he says to me while I scroll mindlessly through my phone. I don’t really feel like responding because it’s so obvious what I’m doing so I don’t know why he’s asking.

“I’m just on my phone,” I say, straight monotone with a little bit of attitude.

“Well, do you want to have dinner soon?” He nudges my leg with a little smirk. He knows what that does to me. He continues to smirk and lifts his eyebrows and looks me up and down. Licking his lips.

“What? Right now? I say shocked that he wants to have sex with me right now.

“Yes right now I want you.” he begins moving closer to me on the couch. Dragging me so that I am sitting in his lap.

“Wait you want to have sex right here? In the living room?” I don’t know if I want to do this here right now. Anyone could walk in any minute.

He starts rubbing my outer thighs, getting closer and closer to gripping my ass. He’s teasing me, trying to get me to cave in. I cross my arms and give him a little pout to which he returns.

“What, Baby?” He's worried now that I don’t want it. I’m sure of it.

“I just… I don’t know if this is a good time. We’re gonna miss our reservation..” I say trying to get off of him. When I notice the giant bulge under me. I pause all my movements, he lets out a small chuckle.

“What! You’re hard already? I didn’t even do anything yet.” I say pushing him hard on his chest.

“Hey! You don’t have to do anything. I’m constantly craving you. Please Baby, just let me see…” he says while lightly moving the neckline of my top down. I let him. He begins to fondle the lining of my bra, motioning for me to lift my arms to give him better access to my breasts. To which I oblige and lift my arms up.

He removes my top and bra in one swift move and puts his hands directly on my breasts. One hand on each. His hands are so big they fit perfectly. He begins to play with my hard nipples, he raises his brow,

“Tell me what you want, baby.” in a hushed tone, he makes it sound so sexy. But I wish he would take more initiative and do whatever he wanted with my body. I shrug my shoulders. He just nods and gives me an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry Baby, do you want to stop?” He says this while caressing my face. I almost want to tear up. Why can’t he understand what I want?

“I don’t want you to stop. I just want you to like… I don’t know…” I turn my face away from him, too nervous to tell him what I want. I’m scared he won’t be interested because we have different interests and I think I’m too kinky for him.

“Tell me, Baby, I want you to have whatever you want.” He’s rubbing my lower back down to my ass. He knows that turns me on.

“I want you to do whatever you want, treat me like your personal sex slave. I want you to be rough with me… if that's okay…” I think I went a little overboard. He seems confused.

“Ok Baby whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” that smirk has returned. He grips my ass hard and lifts me up completely off the couch. He walks up to the nearest wall and slams me hard against the wall and I hit my head.

He begins kissing me hard. I’m trying to keep up with him but I wasn’t expecting this. His pace is getting faster so I speed mine up. I'm holding onto his shoulders for dear life, I have my legs wrapped around him. He’s using his body to keep me pinned to the wall, while he uses his hands to explore my entire body. I start kissing his neck so I can catch my breath.

“Fuck.” He grunts under his breath and I giggle. He moves us away from the wall and brings me to the bedroom. He drops me hard onto my knees.

“Sit like a good girl, and close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told and try to hold my smile. I can hear him taking his clothes off. First his socks, then his shirt, his pants, and finally his boxers drop. His hand goes to the back of my neck and brings me closer to his firm shaft.

“Open wide Baby,” he says while now pulling my hair into a ponytail. He’s getting me ready. I open my eyes first. Fuck. He’s so big, he uses his other hand to open my mouth because I hadn’t done it yet. I look up at him with my mouth gaping open, prepared to take him in.

“Good girl”

I take his shaft and put it into my mouth. I go slow at first making eye contact with him the whole time.

“You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth Baby.” I lick his tip and give it a little kiss. I open my mouth again and he shoves his entire length into my mouth with one thrust. I gag at it as I wasn’t expecting him to be so rough. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He’s face fucking me and I’m starting to get used to the girth of his shaft going down my throat.

“Fuck. Lay down right now princess.”

I go to get up, but he lifts me up with one arm and tosses me onto the bed. I giggle at him as he comes to my face.

“What Baby? Did you like me throwing you around like a ragdoll? Like a slut?”

My eyes widened at his words.

“Yes Daddy, I want more.”

“Oh don’t worry, you’re gonna have it all.”

His POV

She looks so fucking sexy. Who knew she wanted this as badly as I did? I was scared I’d be hurting her if I fucked her like this but she's taking it so well. I can’t wait to ravish her.

I start kissing down her body, her chest is rising and falling, and she’s breathing so hard. I nudge at her nipples with my tongue. Circling them but not touching them. She’s whining a little but it's so faint.

“Beg.”

“Please please please daddy, please take me in your mouth. Please i need-”

I don’t even let her finish her sentence as I take her right nipple in my mouth and fondle the other with my hand. She lets out a little moan. I suck harder, and grip the other as hard as I can to which she yelps and makes a pouty face.

“Aw I’m sorry baby, You want daddy to make it feel all better?”

She smiles and does a little excited nod towards her other breast. I circle her nipple and graze over it with my tongue. I want to suck on it but I want to tease her some more. I want that haven between her legs to be dripping when I surprise her.

“Daddddyy pleasee…”

It doesn’t take much for me to give in and begin sucking on her nipple. This one is my favorite because of the breast milk. It makes her taste so sweet. I keep going till she starts pulling my head up.

“Wait, what about our reservation?”

“Oh right.”

We look back at each other and I get up.

“Stay right here, I’ll be right back,” I tell her and she just nods. I walk back into the living room and grab my phone. I begin dialing the restaurant while I walk back into the bedroom. She’s giving me a puzzled look and I just chuckle. I lay back on top of her and kiss her from her breasts to her stomach as the phone rings.

“Hi, how may I help you?” the female hostess picks up.

“Hi, I have a reservation for 5 o’clock, I was wondering if that could get pushed to 8 o’clock?” Once I finish speaking I begin kissing her thighs, and her head rolls back.

“Yes, that’s fine, we’ll see you at 8. Have a good day sir.” The female hostess ends the call.

I keep kissing her thighs and move to the other. She props herself a little so that she can watch. I keep eye contact with her, with every kiss. I kiss her haven over her panties and she squirms a little. I take the hint and begin sliding her panties down. Once they’re off, I spread her legs open and take a look at her naked body.

“What are you staring at..?” she asks, sounding a little sad.

“I’m staring at the ocean between your legs, that's what Baby.”

I begin kissing next to her perfect lips. I’m breathing right next to her haven and I can’t get enough. She smells so good I almost lose myself in her wetness. I keep teasing her, blowing on her clit as she pushes herself toward my mouth. Her body is begging me to touch her. I want to make her all built up. I want her to completely melt when I finally put my mouth on her pretty little cunt. I continue kissing around it, lightly blowing on her clit and her opening. I place my lips barely touching her hole, just leaving them there. She keeps trying to push herself onto my mouth but I won’t let her.

“Please just take me.” she’s begging me now

I can no longer resist her. I shove my tongue all the way inside her opening and tongue fuck her little cunt. She lets out a loud gasp. I keep going, she tastes so good I knew this was going to happen. Her cunt is soaking wet already. I move to her clit and begin sucking it, taking her pretty lips into my mouth and sucking on them with her clit.

“Fuck princess you taste so sweet.”

I go back to her cunt and her body begins to tremble. She’s about to cum when I completely stop and she lets out a groan.

“Why did you stop? I was so close?” she said getting irritated

I grab her leg and flip her onto her stomach and slap her hard on her ass. She yelps from the leftover stinging red handprint left on her.

“You only cum when I say so, got it?”

She doesn’t respond which I take as an ok. I grab her hips and bring them up to my cock. I push her head down so her back arches just the way that I like when I fuck her. I take my throbbing shaft and put my tip inside her haven. She gasps at my size. This is the hardest I’ve ever been in my whole life. I'm a little shocked.

I slowly begin to penetrate her. I don’t want to hurt her but I also want to just start fucking pounding her cunt. I can feel her heartbeat around my girth. She’s starting to open up more to me, I’m just gonna take her now.

Thrust

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

She’s fucking throwing her ass back onto me with every thrust. She has so much urgency to have me fully inside her. She’s so warm it’s making me want to cum. I take my cock out and turn her to face me. I grab her by her throat and push her down to my shaft.

“Open.”

She obliges with a big smile on her face. Licking her cream off the base of my erection.

Her POV

i. am. loving. this.

His cock is so big. He’s really enjoying himself. I never knew he wanted to do this. I should have told him what I wanted if I could have been getting this all along.

I take his cock in my mouth and gag on it without him needing to face fuck me. I want to do it all on my own, I want him to be on the verge of exploding in my mouth before I stop. I’m doing everything he likes, gagging on him and making it sloppy.

“Slow down princess”

I start going faster, and faster. He pulls his length away from my mouth and slaps me hard in the face with his pulsating cock. I rub my cheek with my hand while he pushes me down onto my back and spreads my legs. He drags my body to his pelvis.

“I’m gonna fuck you now.”

I scream as he shoves himself inside me. Filling my cunt with all his length. He grabs my legs and puts them over his head and wraps his arms around them, while he drills my hole.

“Fuck Daddy, FUUCk, HARDER, HARDER PLEASE!” I scream for him while he thrusts inside me. I’m beginning to lose feeling in my legs from him holding me so tight. I need him to loosen his grip or lower my legs because I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

His POV

I can tell she wants to cum but I don’t want her to cum until I say so. I lower her legs so they are at my hips. I penetrate her slowly now. Deep, slow, strokes.

“How do you like my cock princess?” I say while bringing my thumb to her clit while I massage it.

“It feels amazing, my legs feel dead though.” she says, struggling to hold her own legs up.

Fuck thats so hot that her body is trembling in my hands unable to stay up. I put her legs down and began to flip her over back onto her stomach. I spread her legs open and put her ass up. I lick her asshole, her whole body freezes.

“I’m gonna do this, and you’re going to take it okay?”

“Okay Daddy.”

I continue opening her up, stretching her hole so my shaft will fit inside her. I start spitting on her ass and getting my fingers all lubed up to finish stretching her out. I begin putting it inside her and she gasps and grips the bed sheets. I see her feet flex and toes curl. She’s enjoying my fingers in her ass. Moaning.

I bring my mouth back to her ass one last time to make sure it has enough lubrication. Now I’m spitting on my tip so it slides right inside her. I bring my tip to her ass.

“Okay I need you to open yourself to me baby.”

I slowly push inside her. Inch by inch she takes my entire length in her ass stretching to fit me inside her perfectly. I get fully inside her, and she pushes herself deeper and lets out a groan.

“Fuck that feels good.” she says quietly

I smack her ass, hard. She yelps and I do it again, harder. I start to go in and out of her, fucking her ass. She’s clenching her ass making it even tighter. Her rim feels like heaven around my girth. She’s so loose for me now, I can slip my entire length out of her and ram it back inside and she stays open for me.

“I love it when you fuck me back princess.”

“I love it when you’re inside my ass daddy.”

I turn her face to look at me and I slap her hard against the face with my hand. She smiles at me. I spit where her hole is meeting my length to make it juicer. I can feel my milk rushing up but I’m trying to hold it back.

Her POV

I want him to cum inside me. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel so nasty and naughty. I’ve always wanted to be fucked like this. I keep my ass up for him and I clench as hard as I can to make my opening tighter around his length. I see his face twist.

“Do you want to cum inside my ass?”

“Only under one condition.” he says with that playful smirk

“What is it daddy, I’ll do anything.”

“You have to keep it inside you the rest of our night and through our dinner.” He says pumping me harder and deeper.

I’m ready to orgasm from this.

“Can I cum now daddy?”

“No, you wait till I say you can cum.” He says going faster inside me.

He’s pushing harder and faster inside me. I think he’s about to erupt inside me. He began pumping his cum inside me hard.

“FUCK BABY, CUM, CUM RIGHT NOW!” he groaned so loud I came on the spot.

His POV

She looks so pretty when she cums.

“Ok, let’s get ready for dinner baby.” I planted a kiss on her cheek that was still red from slapping her.

“Wait… How do I keep your load inside me all night?” she said while she crossed her legs.

“Clench Baby, all night. And in the morning I’ll take it out of you and fuck you all over again.

#smut #an@l #bfgf #hot fucking damn #pussy wet

[missingn000]

hi yes this is incredibly late b/c work is shit tm but better late than never amirite

anyway, something about this chapter that leapt out at me immediately was Maki’s “uh, we are kids.” because i’m pretty sure something similar was said a couple chapters back (i can’t remember the exact instance though) and it seems to be a recurring theme in tpg: people being put into roles they don’t quite fill, not through any fault of their own, but simply because they cannot. gojo’s deification by jujutsu society is one such example, but it wasn’t something he had a say in, while nobara by comparison appears to have voluntarily taken on the task of acting(!) like an adult. she does, thankfully, end up joining maki & gang on the playground, but her conversation with higuruma undoes some of that progress:

“You treat me like a kid!”

“You are a kid!”

“And that’s enough reason to shut me out?!”

oh, higuruma… your intentions are kind, but your lack of tact is almost cruel. i think nobara’s response, coupled with the next line (“…brought a cannon and she’s not afraid to swim”) are very telling of her true feelings: even though she hates the fact that higuruma’s a murderer excluding the fact that his boss is worse, she is aware that he’s her parental figure now, and seeks (as all children do, especially those who were denied of it) emotional validation from him. higuruma really tried to pull the “being a child is not a sin” card but nobara didn’t hear the ‘not’ part lol. i find it depressingly ironic that his attempt at shielding her from the ugly truth of humanity & the entire mess with the sheriff end up widening the rift between them—it’s not… a terrible idea, in theory, but their circumstances are unique: nobara’s trying to understand & rationalise why the person she’s stuck with as a father did what he did, but she can’t do that if she’s missing some of the puzzle pieces. more accurately, higuruma won’t give them to her because the picture they complete is bleak, but she doesn’t know that!!!!

“I don’t know, Nobara. You deserve better than this.”

“You’re right, I do! But you won’t even try!”

… yeah sure kugisaki “you’re not my dad” nobara. and then, as if on cue, her phone rings with a call from her actual dad. the way she has to fight the urge to answer the call is nothing short of heartbreaking. she has to quash her own hopes, before her dad does it for her.

AAANDD THEN THEY HUGGED. THANK YOU FOR THIS. the part where higuruma wonders whether he’s about to be socked in the face reminded me of toji and maki’s hug in ch4 (yes i remembered), cus toji thought the exact same question. is this intentional please say yes. nevermind your answer is irrelevant i’m gonna start drawing parallels anyway /lh. toji & higuruma both start out extremely rough around the edges and knowing fuck all about parenting; maki & nobara both grew up with parents that didn’t love them. at least maki & toji had something to bond over (beating the shit out of other people. uh, curses. i mean curses.) nobara and higuruma on the other hand…….. lol

Also I didn’t miss the way Nobara was saved from a curse!!!! again!!!!! but the group shrugs it off, you know, as kids who literally just exorcised a curse by themselves do, and nobara’s too preoccupied with her crush on maki to feel all that offended. okay all jokes aside i think it really helps that they’re her age + she’s already interacted with them prior to this; she’s in a much better mental state than when higuruma first found her. i think it’s really cool that nobara has even more people fighting for her, which is exactly what she wants; she just hasn’t realised it, and i hope she does someday. (on an unrelated note: gotta love how maki takes centre stage and cleaves the curse in half though… her using yuuji’s sword as a platform to power herself thru the air is just 👌)

Does Nobara have anyone like that?

Yes. Yes, she does. Chi you’re drawing so many parallels here and I’m gonna throttle you. please don’t pit higuruma against a special grade…unless it’s toji, that’d be funny. who lets their kid bring a sword to school anyway?? tbf, it’s Phantom Guardian; i adore the idea that yuki’s cursed energy is with her, at all times…

btw yuuji is my fave if the pfp wasn’t obvious enough, and i cherish every crumb of his characterisation i get. i love the way he’s able to de-escalate any social situation because of how emotionally perceptive he is. kinda want to put him in a room with yuuta and maki and see what happens lmfao 💀💀

okay that concludes my horrendously long ramble. thank you for making it this far if u did. cheers

HIII KAY OH MY GOD??? THIS ANALYSIS IS SOOOO i put it into a word counter out of curiosity and the website said the reading level was college graduate so. 100000/10 analytical skills the curtains were indeed not just blue

response below cut this got long as hell

you're totally right that "uh, we are kids" was said in an earlier chapter! maki says it to megumi when toji gives the kiddos the stuffed animals he got for them at the zoo, and maki suggests they play with them:

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Megumi turns up his nose. “Playing with stuffed animals is for kids.”

Come on. Maki slants an eyebrow. “Uh, we are kids.”

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megumi is another child who had to grow up way too fast before gojo took him in, and now has to make up for lost time that he doesn't know quite yet how to reclaim. it's so cool you noticed this parallel between them, because it's gonna be super important in the upcoming chapter!!

it's so true that all of the tpg kids (and initial teenagers that are now in their low twenties) had some aspect of childhood taken away from them. isolated from the villagers, nobara tried to shed her own childlike qualities because she thought she had no choice but to take care of herself, especially because of the yet-to-be-revealed circumstances of her parents' disappearance.

and god....yeah, higuruma really has no idea how to handle that. i've said it before and i'll say it again: it's so, so important to me that he's genuinely terrible at this. he's the pinnacle of right idea, wrong execution: he wants to fix the ills of society but does it in the worst possible way, and he wants to shield nobara from how dark and terrible the world is by telling her she's just incapable of understanding it altogether. he doesn't want her to know all the pointless cruelty in the world. he doesn't want her to know he killed the sheriff to free her from the countryside. higuruma shutting her out is his way of protecting her, but the way he carries out his protection almost does more harm than good. almost.

PLEASE THEIR HUG....you're not delusional to draw that parallel between nobara & higuruma and maki & toji!! nobara and maki are the two tpg kids that have the most on-screen clashes with their parents, yet despite their initial doubts towards their parental figures, they still crave that emotional validation. after a lifetime of being shunned, finally, someone cares about them -- only nobara is half-convinced higuruma doesn't. i think some part of her does know he cares, but it's a part she refuses to acknowledge because she doesn't want to be let down by her father. not again.

nobara's confrontation with the curse was so!!!!! i really wanted to follow up with yuuta telling maki that nobara cares more about actions than words, so maki demonstrates her sorcery abilities rather than just saying it. maki's words post-fight, however, do end up having an impact on nobara: she's able to correct any misconceptions before nobara even has the chance to draw them. this will also be important as nobara's character develops!!

maki carrying the phantom guardian with her stems a lot from toji's desire for her to be able to protect herself, even in his absence. especially after the kids meet mahito in shibuya back in ch12, both nanami and toji don't want their kiddos to be unarmed, hence why yuuji also has playful cloud stuffed into his backpack.

YUUJI MY CHILD. MY SON. his emotional intelligence + crumbs that he blames himself for his family's doom even though it hasn't even happened yet. the first yuuji angst moment of many, many, MANY more

as for higuruma vs some special grade where he'd have to hurt himself in order to protect nobara...huh. yeah. sure would be interesting if that happened someday

alright, i'll conclude my horrendously long reply here. also sorry for the sukuna rant in DMs last night i think i was on something else

#kay tag #tpg

[onlycosmere]

Apocalypse Guard Excerpt

Brandon Sanderson: The two women loaded up their single pack animal. A short creature that looked kind of like a camel, but was more the size of a llama. It eyed me lazily, chewing quietly on its cud. After their packs and bed rolls were tied in place, Echo placed a curious item on top. A long tube, wrapped in cloth. It was almost five feet long. A map tube? If so, those maps would be the size of walls. Once that was done, the camp cleaned, Echo looked me over with a critical eye. I looked down at my ripped slacks. Though my flats were sensible business shoes, they weren't intended for extended hikes. She dug in her pack and came out with an extra pair of boots and a pair of trousers. "Uh," I said, taking the trousers and looking them over. Echo was lean and athletic, and I was... not. She noted my hesitance and said something that sounded like agreement, but I did try on the boots. It took several pair of socks to make them fit, but the end result was better than the flats. I didn't much look the part of a heroic Apocalypse Guard member - my jacket was too big, my business slacks ripped, and poorly matched by a pair of hiking boots. But it wasn't like I needed to appear in any company photos. "I'm good," I told them. "Let's go." Echo looked towards the last thing on the ground, near the center of camp. The shadow rig. Right. I considered putting it on, but was instantly reminded of that melting world where everything became paint. Let's pass on that for now, I thought, packing away the rig beside where Echo had put the trousers. After that, we started walking.

Emma's Instructions for hiking. One, wear comfortable shoes, so when your feet hurt anyway, you can at least feel like you tried. Two, remember tons of bug spray, so you smell like a vat of cleaning liquid. Bonus points if it makes the dirt stick to your skin while walking. If you can, wear a backpack filled with things that you won't end up using, but which will somehow always manage to arrange inside so they can poke you in the gizzard. Four, return to your sweet air conditioned, bug free, shower containing home, renewed and reminded how nice it is not to be a caveman.

People always assume that I'm inexperienced at outdoorsy stuff, just because I tend to throw things at them when they suggest camping. Truth is, I'm very experienced with camping. I spent countless nights with my family, huddled up in the cold by a barely working fire, listening to Father tell stories of when he was a kid in Iona. Shockingly, it had been even more rural back then! Nowadays, we have a stoplight. It's practically cosmopolitan! So yes, I've done lots of camping, and hiking, and canoeing, and backpacking, and skiing. I kind of like that one, but don't tell anyone. Truth is, there's not a lot to do in Iona that doesn't involve pretending to be a caveman. Back when I was little, and apparently brain dead, we kids would spend two entire weeks every summer up at Scoresby's Ranch without even running water, let alone wifi. In my later years, my family and I had even kind of come to a truce on the matter. I pretended to look forward to our yearly camping trip, and they pretended not to notice the phone I always brought along. Or the sets of instructions I may or may not have posted relating to the experience. None of this meant I was prepared for the extended hike through the wilderness with Echo and <Whisprien>, but at least I knew how unprepared I was. I could spot the warning signs of a blister forming, and do something about it. I knew how to pace myself, and how to let others know when I needed a break. These two were obviously experienced survivalists, so even <Whisprien>'s endurance put mine to shame. I tried not to focus on my embarrassment at that, instead studying the landscape. Strangely, it didn't look that much different from Idaho. Mostly filled with scrub grasses and weeds. More of those were brown then back home for some reason, but they seemed healthy anyway. It was a lot more humid than home was, and less dusty. There was real dirt here, not just powdery dried clay and Iona topsoil, also known as rocks. And then there was the sky. Any time I was feeling a sense of familiarity with the hike, I caught a shimmer on the ground, or a shadow passing overhead. Then I'd look up, and my brain would break anew. There was a freaking ocean in the sky. Despite the distance, I could see ripples and waves from passing wind. The things that moved within it were mostly just shadows, but I got a sense of darting schools - not just noble leviathans. Were there sharks? Sky-sharks? The idea made me smile. My adopted brother would have found that incredible; I'd have to tell him. If I survived. Don't be like that, I thought, you'll get out of this. Look, nobody has even tried to kill you all morning.

We stopped for lunch, and they gave me more guard rations while they ate something that looked like beef jerky. Nearby, a strange herd of animals passed through the brush. How to explain them? They were big, almost as tall as a person. And covered in armor that almost looked like a football helmet. Seriously, they had this ball of a body, and a little flat head stuck out the front, with a stumpy tail and flat beak. I'd have called them dinosaurs, except for the face. I was pretty sure they were mammals, like, prehistoric armadillo turtles. Echo didn't seem concerned about them, so I just perched nervously on top of my fallen log and watched them wander by, then felt stupid. I'd faced the <Hex>! I could face an armadillo or two, even if they did seem to be on the wrong side of a radioactive spill.

Echo was obviously a practical woman. She didn't smile often, but it wasn't that she was stern. Maybe just straightforward? Compass in hand, she calmly picked our heading after each break. She would occasionally try to draw her daughter into conversation. <Whisprien> resisted these. The thin girl trudged along in her rugged backpack, eyes down. I never heard her speak in anythingbut  a whisper, and her attitude seemed to be more then your average "sullen tween resents life" sort of thing. But who knows? Maybe she just really hated camping. 

Echo would periodically seek a tree or something to climb so she could check to make sure we weren't being followed. Her voice was always upbeat when she came down, and I could sense a lingering concern from her. She was very worried about those soldiers. One of them had a rig, I thought again. It didn't take a math degree to notice that a lot of things weren't adding up. Part of the secret perhaps lay stowed away in that camel-llama's pack. I walked up beside the animal, who walked placidly beside <Whisprien>, and placed my fingers on the partition that held the shadow rig. I had the distinct sensation of blending realities, of the grass around me melting into colors, like a wet watercolor painting left in the rain. I snatched my hand back. <Whisprien> looked away, and grumbled something, falling back in the line. A short time later, I caught her glaring at my back, eyes narrowed. 

When the sun finally settled beyond the envelope of water, I was exhausted. But it was more a wholesome exhaustion kind of exhaustion than I felt yesterday. It was the exhaustion of having been forced to weed an entire potato field. 

Echo chose a camp that looked like it had been used by other weary travelers. A forested nook beside a weathered section of rock. I heard water gurgling somewhere nearby, which seemed like a good sign that I might actually get to take a bath. Echo unpacked the camel-llama, then grabbed her large water jug and moved off towards the sound of the stream. When she returned with a filled jug, I held out my canteen eagerly, but she shook her head and gestured towards the fire pit. "You have to boil the water first?" I asked, "Probably a good idea."

Fortunately I'd been immunized from all the local viruses, both from here, and from a host of other planets that the Guard was working with. That was standard procedure. I wasn't certain how the Guard prevented themselves from carrying diseases to the worlds they worked on. I hoped I wasn't the latent carrier of, like, smallpox or something. Accidentally harboring the advent of an all-consuming pestilence would be super embarrassing.

<Whisprien> started working on the fire, and she gave me a glance that distinctly seemed to say "Isn't there anything useful you can do?" So I powered up my phone for today's ration of power and snapped a picture of her for my blog. I snuggled back against a comfortable looking log (it wasn't) and ate up a little of my batteries working on some instructions, hoping the whole time my distress beacon would bring a response from those looking for me. No such luck.

About halfway through my allotted half hour, I brought up the map and had Echo point out out current location. She noted a very small distance traveled. Crap on a stick. (I got that one from one of my Iona friends.) Was that really the only progress we'd made? How were we going to reach the Guard outpost in three days? It didn't seem possible. Particularly because we were going the wrong direction. "Echo, isn't that the wrong way?" I tapped the map, then tried to make myself understood by pointing. The outpost was north of where we started, but we'd been walking west. I suppose I could've told that from the sun, if I'd thought about it. Echo said something in her language, then pointed at something on my map. Not a town or an outpost, but a little spot of brown. It was hard to tell what it was on the two dimensional map, only barely touched on topographical features. "Okay...." I said, "I guess I'll trust you know what you're doing." She nodded and went back to working on the fire, which was crackling nicely and boiling our water. She could be leading me into a trap, of course. Perhaps she hadn't saved me out of goodwill, but to gain a potential hostage against the Guard. But it wasn't like I could do anything about that. I'd be laughably ineffective at trying to sneak off. Echo would track me down with little effort, assuming I wasn't immediately devoured by some prehistoric carnivorous elk or something.

I moved to sit on a rock that looked somewhat comfortable (it wasn't) and continued working on my blog, trying not to think too hard about how sore I was going to be from. A harsh whisper hissed from behind me. I jumped, and turned to see <Whisprien> standing behind my seat. She pointed at my screen and hissed something angry. I glanced at what I had been working on. The picture of <Whisprien> I had taken with some handy instructions about living in the wilderness. I switched off the phone, but <Whisprien> reached for it. I barely kept it out of her reach, worried she'd shatter the screen. "Okay, okay," I said, "Sorry, no pictures. I'll delete it, chill!" I tried to do so, but <Whisprien> kept hissing at me and reaching for the phone. The scuffle drew Echo, who barked a question. Finally <Whisprien> backed off, and I reluctantly showed her mother the screen. Echo just nodded. Again, it didn't seem like she was unfamiliar with technology. She didn't demand I delete the photo or anything, but she did pull her daughter over and have her help make what appeared to be an evening soup. Great job Emma, I thought, I apparently needed a set of instructions on not being a giant idiot.

"Hey," I said, walking over to Echo, "is it alright if I go take a bath?" I pantomimed swimming, and washing my hair, then pointed to the water. "Is it safe?" Echo said something, then dug from her pack an old-timey bar of soap and a hairbrush, which she handed to me. I nodded in thanks, then made my way over to the small river. It was more muddy then I'd hoped, but I supposed I couldn't expect something out in the middle of these plains to look like a Grand Teton Mountain spring. I made sure I had line of sight to the other two, just in case, then I stood there, holding the bar of soap, uncertain. Was this a good idea? Taking a bath in the middle of the wilderness on a foreign world, while potentially being chased by mercenaries? I was basically guaranteed to be attacked by, like, a dinosaur or something the moment I stripped down. But what was I gonna do? Go the entire way without ever washing off? I was still bloodied and smudged with ash from the explosion, not to mention caked with sweat. Perhaps taking a bath was tempting fate, but this way if a dinosaur did eat me, at least I'd taste like soap. Truth was, it actually felt empowering to take that bath, like this was my choice. Getting clean was something I wanted, and I wasn't going to let myself be too scared to accomplish it.

That said, I did still watch my surroundings with keen attention as I quickly bathed in the cold water. Unfortunately, once finished, I was left with the same dirty clothing I had taken off. Lance's jacket, my incredibly wrinkled blouse, and the torn slacks. Quite the inspiring uniform. Still, I felt a ton better as I put it all back on. Echo offered me some thread as I rejoined them, and I thankfully started working on sewing up the rips along my leg.

The stew was kinda good. And I turned in feeling kinda clean, kinda full, and kinda not in extreme danger. I woke up the following morning to shouting. Echo called me in her native tongue, and I shook awake, then scrambled to my feet. "What?" I said, "Dinosaurs? It's dinosaurs, isn't it?" I paused. "Do you have dinosaurs here?"

Echo gestured toward the sky. Morning at dawn, and through the branches above, I could see an enormous disturbance in the waters, like ripples of a dropped boulder, only moving inward in a ring. The center of that shrinking ring of waves looked like it was just above our position. Great. I had been starting to feel ignored.

Chapter 13

"The flood can't be happening already!" I shouted as I scrambled back into camp, "We're supposed to have weeks before the apocalypse!"

Echo shouted something back as she grabbed the llama-camel's harness and towed it after her through the trees. <Whisprien> had climbed on its back. "Wait," I called after them. I waved toward the bedrolls and boiling water, "Our stuff! What about..." I trailed off as <Whisprien> looked toward me from the camel's back. The girl's face was still blank of emotion, but her eyes were glowing. They had a ghostly cast to them, pupils melded into the white, shining forth like something bright was behind them. It reminded my of the floodlight eyes of the <Hex>. I stumbled to a stop, gaping, until Echo sent the animal and the girl on ahead, then looked back to me, waving urgently. Above, the sky darkened. The sun faded behind the ocean, as if growing suddenly distant, or as if the water were somehow growing deeper up there, thicker. Echo shouted something at me that sounded a little like "Run", so I ran. I grabbed the shadow rig from inside my bedroll, and left everything else, dashing after the two of them. Once I was past the tree, Echo fell into place beside me. The llama-camel ran on ahead with a loping gait. <Whisprien> clung to it's back.

I wasn't in nearly as good shape as Echo, nor was I, shockingly, a camel. But I made a pretty good showing for myself, and didn't lag behind too much. At least, not until I glanced over my shoulder. The sky rippled, and then broke. Water crashed downwards, the front edge fuzzing, like mist. The enormous column of water seemed to drop in slow motion because of the distance. It wasn't as nearby as I first assumed. Man, it was big. A ring of water the size of a small village just dumping billions of gallons of water down from the sky. I stopped in place, jaw dropping, staring until Echo grabbed my arm and towed me away. What good would it do to flee? We were three little specks before an ocean of destruction. We couldn't outrun the end of the world.

Still, Echo seemed determined. I started running again, but I was built to deliver coffee and the occasional sarcastic quip, not run across the freaking wilderness. Pain seared up my side. I slowed, gasping. A violent crash suddenly washed over us, an engulfing sound that made the very air vibrate. Holy heck. How much water had to fall before it hit the ground with the sound of a bomb going off. Echo looked back at the sound and hesitated in front of me, as if torn between protecting me and running after her daughter. She lingered, urging me on, and I did my best. "What," I said, panting for breath, "What's the use?" Sweat streamed down my face. Echo gestured in front of her, then made a raising motion with her hands. High ground, I thought, She's saying we need to get to high ground. And considering it, the direction we were running did seem to have a gentle slope to it. It wasn't like we were running for the mountains or anything, but maybe this would be enough? If this really is the end though, the high ground won't matter. Most of the planet will end up submerged.

Still, I broke into a weak jog. Ahead, I saw our goal: a rise in the grasslands, a kind of ridge, like a long low hill. <Whisprien> had stopped there with the camel-llama. A cracking sound behind along with the low roar of rushing water made me glance over my shoulder. Water flooded between the trees of our camp, first slow, then in a rush that ripped away branches. Another surge of muddy water engulfed the entire stand, shattering the trees.

I forced myself forward, practically crawling the rest of the way up the hilltop. Water flooded the plain we crossed. It looked deceptively lethargic, like seeping tar, until you focused on something like an individual sapling. On the smaller scale, your mind could comprehend that this was an enormous river, rushing with might and power, pushing debris before it.

I reached the top and collapsed beside <Whisprien>. The waters came, and I realized, I'd just let them swallow me, if it came to that. I couldn't move another step. Blessedly, the rise was high enough. The front of the wave turned aside and fled the other direction. In the distance, the spout of water from the heavens slowed to a mist, then to rain, and finally stopped altogether. This wasn't the end of the world, not yet. More like a warning shot. I lay on the rough grass, listening to the sound of the water growing below. I already felt sweaty and dirty again - so much for my bath. Of course, if I wanted another one, it didn't look like I'd lack for water.

#apocalypse guard #not technically cosmere #cfsbf #reckoners #brandon sanderson #long post #root

[gamequeenanya]

Disco Roller Rink - (FNAF Security Guards)

Summary: Phone Guy is invited by his friends to a roller rink where they’ll all go in a crop top. Shenanigans ensue. (lee Phone Guy, ler Jeremy, switch Mike, ler Fritz)

...

"It's alright, Foxy. I'll soon have you good as new, promise!" He smiled up at the animatronic as he set down his toolbox. And couldn't resist giving him a hug.

To his surprise, Foxy hugged back. Gently patting his back with one paw.

"Hey, come look!" Jeremy said, bringing his friends over and pointing to the scene. The other guys smiled.

Then Scott seemed to tremble a bit. As Foxy patted his back, his paw pads brushed against his spine. Scott suddenly pulled away, stepping back.

"A-alright Foxy, h-hugging time's over! Let's g-get you fixed up now!"

The guys whispered to each other. They had a feeling what was going on. Now they just needed a good excuse to test it.

"Hey Scotty," Mike said. "Jeremy's taking us to the skating rink this afternoon. Wanna come...?"

Not expecting to be spoken to so soon, he stepped back a bit. "Uh, yeah! Sounds fun."

"Don't forget to wear a crop top - it's the fashion event of the day!"

Before Scott could stutter and stumble on his words, Jeremy cut him some slack.

"It's alright, we'll all be wearing one!" He said with a wink. "And if you don't have one, I could let you borrow one of mine!" He showed him a gift bag with a sparkly red crop top, and a green one.

"Oh wow! You really came prepared! Uhh... I guess so!" he said. "I'll take the red one!"

"Good choice," Fritz said, carefully yoinking the green one away.

"What about Jeremy?"

Jeremy chuckled. "I'm wearing one under my shirt. So is Mike."

"Wow, so it's really a fashion thing for you, huh?"

"You can't deny it looks spiffy!" Mike replied with a grin. The others wore equally goofy grins. Scott chuckled.

"I-I guess not! I've just never worn one before." He admitted. "Well, I'll meet you there!"

...

At the disco roller rink, it was almost deserted except for two couples and a family. They slowly skated around the rink.

"Huh," Fritz said. "I guess since we work irregular hours, most people are still at work! Or in school..."

"Yeah," Mike replied. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun! C'mon!"

And he took off his button-down to reveal his light blue sleeveless crop top that covered most of him except a couple inches of his stomach. He was somewhat short and stout with a swirled innie navel. He wore beige shorts and long white socks. Taking off his work shoes, he started getting his skates ready.

Fritz did the same, revealing his green crop top that barely covered his nipples. He was tall and toned with visible abs, and had an outie navel. Hey, it still counted as a shirt! He put on his matching purple sunglasses. Below his cargo pants were regular black socks and work shoes, which he quickly tossed aside.

Jeremy wore an orange crop top that covered all of his chest but revealed his whole stomach, his circle innie dead centre, since he wore low-cut jeans. He had muscle, though it was covered by a layer of fat. At least he felt better about his body than he did a month ago, before he started working out with Fritz.

Scott came in, shyly covering his stomach.

"Heyyyy, you made it!" Mike said, coming over with the others. "And don't worry, you look great!"

Uncovering himself, one could see that Scotty had put on the red crop top that sparkled. He had a slim figure, and an oval innie belly button. The top covered all of his chest as well as an inch of his stomach. He still wore his black low-cut work pants and shoes. His skates were still in his bag.

He huffed. "It's not that... It's that I don't entirely trust you..."

Mike laughed. "Why not? Aren't we the best friends you've ever had?"

"Well, uh... of course!"

"And aren't we trustworthy enough to skate with...?"

He shuddered. "I swear Mike, if you make me fall-!"

"We'll catch you," Fritz promised.

Scott sighed. "Alright."

...

As they skated, it took about ten minutes but the rest of the people in the rink had left.

"Wow, they're gone. I-I guess disco roller rinks aren't as cool as they used to be?" Scott guessed.

"I still think they're radical!" Fritz said.

"Yeah, I love this music," Mike agreed.

Jeremy didn't mind, he just enjoyed the skating.

There was a spot where someone had spilled their Slushie. Jeremy slipped on it and fell backwards... into Scotty's arms.

"It's alright, I gotcha..." He muttered, pulling him up. It was more difficult considering their height difference.

Jeremy pulled him into a hug.

"Did you fall?" Mike said with a smirk.

"Almost!" Jeremy said. "Scotty saved me!"

"Aw, how cute! I think he deserves a reward for that."

"You're right..." Fritz said mischeivously.

Scott giggled nervously. "G-guys, come on!"

Fritz picked him up in a full nelson. Struggling, Scott squeaked and awaited his doom.

They decided to stop skating for a moment because it was dangerous to do this otherwise. Setting Scott on a bench, still with his arms held back, Fritz whispered teasingly in his ear.

"You know, we were always going to do this. Wear crop tops to the roller rink I mean. But when we saw you and Foxy, well, we just couldn't resist!"

Mike was getting impatient and swiped a finger across Scott's tummy. Scott shrieked and thrashed in his position.

"G-guys plehehease! I c-can't take it!!"

"Oh wow. I only touched you once dude!" Mike said in disbelief.

"This is gonna be fun!" Jeremy said, softly poking the side of his stomach. Fritz did the same.

"Eheeheheheeheeeee! Meheeheeean!" He giggled.

"Gosh, if Afton finds out, you're history!" Mike teased, booping his sides.

"Dohohohon't you dahahaahre!"

"We won't, don't worry!" Fritz said, teasing his belly button. "This is a secret all for ourselves!"

"EEHEEHEHEEHEEEEEE!! NAHAAHAAHAAAAHAAT THERE!!!"

"Aww! Looks like he's more ticklish than we thought!"

"HEEEHEEEHEEEE!! IHIHIHIHIHIII'M YOHOHOOUR MAHAHAANAGER!" He protested.

"Yeah, our terribly cute manager who deserves to laugh more!"

They switched positions; Fritz softly tickled his bare armpits, while Mike got his sides, and Jeremy swiped across his belly.

Scotty wasn't sure why he'd fallen for this obvious trap. Seriously, he'd known those mischievous looks as soon as he reacted to Foxy. Then why did he come?  

"EHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEEHEEE!" Chortling, he wiggled and thrashed in his position as much as he could.

"Having fun?" Mike teased, going up and down his ribs. He could swear the man's blush deepened as he shook his head. "Awww!"

They switched positions again, this time Fritz teasing his mid-back and spine, Jeremy tracing his upper sides, and Mike swirling inside his belly button.

"EEEEAAAAHEEEHEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEEHEEEEEEEE!" All Scott could do was laugh, wild and unconstrained. He thrashed in their grip, instinct to escape taking over all other thoughts in his mind. "EEHEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEE! PLEHEHEHEHEEASE!"

With all the chortling, screeching, and squealing, it was a wonder no one checked up on them. The rink was still empty, the security probably all on break.

“OHHOHOHOHOOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOOHHOSH PLEHEHEEHEHEEASE!”

Soon, Scott's laughter turned into hiccups. The others pulled away and let him breathe.

As he caught his breath, he giggled and hiccuped.

"Heheeheeheeee! *Hic*! *Gasp* Eheheeeehee!"

"Oh man, come on, don't die on us!" Fritz joked, ruffling his hair.

Mike glared at Fritz. "He'll be fine! Right, Scott?" He said a bit more softly.

Scott nodded, arms wrapped around his stomach, feeling loopy.

Smiling, Jeremy gave him a hug. "Sorry if we tricked you there, bud."

"Is okay..." Scott muttered, leaning into the touch.

Shrugging, Mike and Fritz joined the hug.

"Mmm..." Scott hummed.

After a while, Mike moved away. The others let go as well.

"Do you want to keep your skates on or-?" Mike wondered. Scott shifted away on the bench.

"Oh no, you're not getting me again!" He got up and went back in the rink. Now skating freely by himself.

Jeremy and Fritz grinned. "Is there something you'd like to tell us, Mike...?"

He jolted and scrambled back. "No, w-wait! I didn't mean it like that!"

The others jumped on him, removing his skates and putting his feet in a headlock.

"Yohohohoou guys are jeheeheeerks!!" Mike cried as they scratched and scribbled all over his feet. "EHEEHEEHHEEHEHEEEEEEE!"

His feet were tan, small, and thick, with short and stubby toes. Perfect for using both hands to get everywhere at once!

Mike's chortles and gasps evolved into shrieks and squeals as Fritz dug in the spaces between his toes.

"EHEHEEHEEHEHEEEEHEEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!"

Finally, the security guards of the roller rink discovered the three. They cleared their throat and asked them to cut out the horseplay. Fritz and Jeremy whined, but complied, letting go of Mike.

Breathing heavily, Mike cursed the two for betraying him like that.

Scott had gone to the changing room to put on his regular grey baggy shirt, and now was skating around the rink again.

The others skated over to him.

"Hey bro, didn't you like the crop top?" Fritz said.

"Oh no no, I did!" He said with a blush. "It's in my bag. I just don't know what I'd do if a girl saw me in that!"

Mike chuckled. "He's got a point."

They skated around the rink for a few more minutes, trying different moves. No one daring to touch anyone lest more horseplay arise. Fritz and Jeremy watched their backs, knowing they had the shortest crop tops and had just tickle-provoked two of their friends.

Up ahead, Mike whispered something to Scott, who chuckled and nodded. Yeah, it would probably be best to steer clear of them for a while!

After they were done skating, they got changed into their regular clothes again. Scott tried to return the crop top, but Jeremy assured him he could keep it. Maybe they'd have another outing like this in the future!

"Yeah, and then Scott and I can get you back!" Mike teased, getting a giggle from Scott. They gulped.

Yep, going to the pizzeria the next day was sure going to be interesting!

[End.]

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickle #lee phone guy #lee scott #ler jeremy #ler fritz #switch michael #tickle fic #my writing #lee!phoneguy #ler!nightguards #lee!mikeschmidt

[dearest-darling-luna]

day in the life:

monday !!

at home; right now i’m just waiting on my mom to be done getting ready. my outfit is really cute today !! i have a pink shirt, navy skirt, white socks, and doc martins. my mom bought me a fidget ring yesterday and it honestly has helped a lot since then. i have costume design, acting 1, algebra, and voice & movement today. honestly my only class that will probably be an issue is voice and movement cause i’m wearing a skirt… i’m sure it’ll be okay. maybe i should bring pants lol. i also got a new phone case !! it’s so cute i love it, it has a shark on it !! something abt me is i love sharks with my entire heart. they are my favorite animal ever ever ever !! i’m gonna try to get a marine biology internship/college credit this summer. although i do want to be an actress my “fall back” is marine biology. i’ve always been interested in it and it’s always been my second choice right next to acting. my school opens at 7:20 am and classes start at 8:25 and i still haven’t left my house lol. it’s 7:55. but i’m also usually always almost late but i never am because i never he caught by the teachers on tardy patrol. lucky me !! i’ve been listening to katrina stuart non stop recently, her music rlly making me feel some type of way.

in the car; finally driving to school !! i just put on lipgloss which is hello kitty, so cute. found out my first rehearsal for districts is tmr during lunch & learn.. problem is is that i have to make up a science quiz. i’m going to try and do both. okay update: turns out i cannot do both because science isn’t open tuesday for lunch & learn. that’s kinda stupid tbh. but yk teachers gotta eat too ig. so i get to go to rehearsal !! last year i didn’t even have a chance at districts because i was new so i’m very happy it’s student directed for hs, and one my my friends is directing. i can admit, he can be a little mean so i’m a little scared to get yelled at if he gets pissed or smth but i think it will be okay.

costume design; now i’m in tech “costume design”. freshmen have to take this class but it’s rlly fun. and my man is in it. i’ve alr seen him looking at me once so yay. 2 of my bsfs are in this class too and we’re making little animal stuffed animals. nothing else is rlly happening but i’ll update if something interesting happens !!

lunch & learn; LOL i was doing things ALLLL of acting 1 so i couldn’t write, sry abt that. but now i’m helping my friend lexi with her districts number. she’s doing a group MT number to “what i was born to do” from bring it on the musical. it’s so good, everyone is so talented !! lexi is such a good singer, can u believe she isn’t in MT?? she’s in PT with me, i think that’s crazy. she deserves MT !! last year i gave the guy i liked a cookie everyday so i’m gonna try and do that again today, hopefully it doesn’t come off weird..

going home; i did not fill in anything for my last period but it was okayish. i did give him the cookie and he said “ur so sweet.” so that’s nice. but now i’m starting to think he’s not interested in me or smth like that.. or he thinks i’m annoying. i’m probably overreacting but he said “it’s fine” instead of “it’s okay”. it felt passive aggressive. but also that’s just how he talks irl so i have no clue. i’m probably overreacting tbh.

that was my school day !! i’ll post some more later 🤍🤍

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[pbandjesse]

We just got back from seeing the Barbie movie. Where I cried the entire time. It was great. I'm really glad we made it happen.

It was a good way to end this week of camp. It was not a bad week at all. But it was very very hot today and that made the day hard.

I slept okay last night. I found a frog at midnight and followed that for a bit. Looked at the stars. And eventually fell asleep.

I woke up at 6 and was very cold. I had only used the one blanket and my underside was freezing. Which was expected. I got up and wrapped my blanket around myself and fell back asleep.

I woke up at 8 and it was already to warm. I got dressed and tried to feel alright. While I was getting ready I watched a video. And when I was outside brushing my teeth Ty came by to chat. And then I went for a little walk. I did not find mushrooms in the normal places but I did find them in a trashcan near the goats. I pet the goats and went to see the birds. Quakers the duck chased me!! And then I was very hot and the bugs kept hitting me in the face and I just wanted to be back in my fan space.

Which was honestly a big help. I would give Annabelle one of my fans that I haven't been using this year. Hopefully it helped her.

My groups were honestly great today. The woodlands were super fun and all wanted me to teach them bracelets after we played the exquisite corpse game. And they were having so much fun they didn't want to go. Honestly that was a trend today. The kids were just a lot of fun and while we were all got it was just like a joyful day.

Lunch was fine. It was the nicest the kitchen staff has been to me. They made me a fresh tomato sandwich. I put cheese and mayo on mine. And it was good. Love in season tomatoes.

I would have some time sitting in the dark which was excellent and made me feel a lot cooler. Annabelle and Celia would come chat in the dark for a bit, since I left the doors open. And it was just chatting about ideas and groups and the weather.

The afternoon was very warm. So doing metal casting was a little tough but we had some excellent results and it was fun!! And there was more bracelet making. I'm surprised it took this long this summer for it to catch on with the boys but it's been nice.

James and me made our plan to go to the movies at 630. So I let Heather know I wouldn't be able to help at the bears. Which is sad because I love helping st the bears. But I was excited to see a movie with my husband. We have gone to more plays then we have movies. So this was a fun treat. And I was very much looking forward to the Barbie movie.

In my last day camp group the kids were fun. Louisa and her friends helped set up the table for next week. Which is sock puppet making! Which I think will be fun but I'm a little nervous about. But the girls seemed jazzed about it so I have high hopes.

I got my stuff packed up and as I was about to drive away Ty comes running, literally running, towards the car. And I'm like??? Butbhe was returning my yarn and was like why you leaving? I told him about the movie and that the building was open and we said goodbye see you.on Monday!

It was a fine drive. I had a snack with me and waved at all the kids as I left. It was a half hour to home. Almost no traffic. And I got home in one piece.

It was stupid hot here though. Much warmer then at camp. I was happy to see my James but hugging was almost out of the question. Shower first.

I washed my hair and shaved my legs and it helped me feel way more human. I put on my pink outfit. I don't own much pink but I'm happy with what I picked. I felt very cute.

We drove to the rotunda to go to our movie and have our little French fry dinner at a place called the local fry. James and me had a big laugh when we discovered that the phone cord was closed in the door but still worked! That poor cord has been through so much.

We got to the fry place. James had ordered ahead. They got a banh mi and I got seasoned fries with cheese and ranch and a whole half an avocado. I really enjoyed it.

Me and James would split and they went to put leftovers in the car and I went to go to the Walgreens for candy but the Walgreens closed??? Like permanently! Crazy. So no candy for me.

But we headed to the theater. I loved seeing everyone dressed up for the movie. I like that it's an experience. I was a little confused about this theater. No one checked out tickets? We just waited on the hall until they let us in.

The seats were very comfy but I didn't like how close we were to the screen. I was nervous about feeling nauseous but after the trailers it wasn't a problem. Thankfully the movie didn't have a ton of quick motion.

I loved the movie. I was crying almost immediately and by the end I was sobbing. Like there were parts I didn't love as much or would have liked to be expanded on more. But mostly it was so good. I loved the 4th wall breaks and the breaking of the narrative and Margot Robbie did such a wonderful job. I honestly felt so connected to her and it helps that we are the same age. Or at least very close to the same age, her being born on 1990 and me in 1991. I was super invested and I was just. Having the best cries.

The girls next to us were also great. The one directly next to me also was crying. And at the end she said she was glad she wasn't the only one and that the last time she saw it (this was her second time) the person next to her didn't cry and she was a little embarrassed. But no I was right there with her and I told her about how I make art about toys and how someday I want to do a doctorate and research and write about toys and gender relations and she was so funny she was like this movie was perfect for you you are the coolest person and it was just such a sweet moment. I love women, I love girlhood, and I love how much we are all connected.

James says they liked the movie but I think they were more focused on how much I cried. It was a good cry, like it was deep feelings for me. I'm glad they were there for me and with me.

We got out of the theater and it was raining. It was pretty clear that it has stormed very bad while we were in there. There were chairs and tables and trees toppled over. We were safe in Barbie land.

We got home and I immediately got changed. I fed the frog. I pet Sweetp. I opened some mail. And now I am just in the AC. I am very tired but I am just happy to be home and with my husband. I love them so much.

Tomorrow I have a busy day. With the market and then a graduation party and then making sure James and the camp boys get to the game safely. If the game is still happening, if there is a storm or not. I hope it is a good day. I hope you all have a good night and are staying safe.

Goodnight everyone. I love you all.