#Between this and being sick for months I'm getting pretty fucking Done.
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An Unsexy Post About Censorship
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Fight against it where you can. Support creators where you can.
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#nyxrambles#Warning: I'm going to get kind of grim in the tags so peace out of you have to.#This bums me out so fucking hard!#I have artist friends who are struggling because their content suddenly goes against these stupid fucking guidelines!#I'm going to have to take my stuff off of Gumroad even though it was previously allowed!#It's hard to not feel like everything is just spiraling toward fascism sometimes yanno?#I am usually opposed to slippery slope arguments but the goal of moral conservativism is to destroy everything that isn't in line with it.#They will not stop until the world reflects their narrow ideals. Like...that's the whole point of it!#Sorry guys I'm just having a rough one.#Between this and being sick for months I'm getting pretty fucking Done.#I'll be okay but I'm not going to pretend it isn't hard and scary.
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12-7 ROOM (part one)
Surviving a week to Donghyuck's charms and jokes can't be so hard... Worst case scenario, you end up completely falling for your brother's best friend.
▪︎Pairing: brother's best friend!Hyuck x fem reader
▪︎Genres: poor attempt at rom com, fluff
▪︎Warnings: alcohol consumption, profanity suggestive jokes
▪︎Word count (part 1): 6613 words
playlist | extra content: mc's IG stories
Author's note: Hi every1!!! The fluffy Hyuck fic is here, finally. I decided I'll be posting it in two parts because it ended up being way longer than I planned, and since it's written in the format of timestamps. It barely has any conflict, so I was afraid it would get boring or tedious if I posted everything in just one go. So, yeah, part 2 coming next week. Also, I changed Hyuck's major (it's physics now) for plot purposes lol I figured it would be easier for me to write him if we share majors. Also !! I didn´t proof read it but I will during the week lol sorry. Okay, tysm for all the support on the preview !!! enjoy the fic bye !!!!
Tuesday, 10:34 p.m.
Mark moves around the small apartment urgently cleaning up. He makes sure to pick up and throw into the garbage bag between his hands every empty Red Bull can that his roommate has left lying around. On the old sofa rests his guitar, and on the little table in the living room his lyrics notebooks and Donghyuck's physics notes.
"Mark," Donghyuck calls for him, to which the older one only responds with a small sound, indicating that he has his attention—partially, as he's still concentrating on his duty of getting all ready for your arrival—, "Your food is getting cold."
Mark lets out an exasperated sigh while getting all his belongings inside his backpack and his guitar in the case. "I'll just order something once I'm at the studio."
"Wait, you're leaving?"
"Yeah, I need to get some work done with TY. And y/n's arriving at any time so this place has to be tidy and clean and–" Mark stops all motions of arranging the mattress you're going to sleep on on the living room floor, to fix his eyes on his friend. "Hyuck, could you like, put on a t-shirt or something?"
Small drops of water fall from Donghyuck's wet hair onto his naked torso, fresh from the warm shower he just took. The young man does nothing but questions his best friend with a lopsided smile as he finishes his bowl of ramen, sitting at the counter in front of Mark's—that remains full and cold by now.
"What, you think y/n's gonna be scared of all this handsomeness?"
Mark's face is expressionless while looking at Donghyuck, who's feeling himself to add to the point. And Mark has missed you a lot, but he thinks that the faster he gets a break from his chaotic roommate, the better; he can't wait to have a week free of the jokes and headaches Donghyuck causes him because Donghyuck will have you to annoy. Even when he will still be working, to Mark, that sounds pretty much like a vacation.
"Nah, dude. It's fucking cold, you'll get sick."
"You will get sick if you don't get anything to eat as soon as you make it to work," Donghyuck answers back as he gets up from his chair and puts his favorite Michael Jackson t-shirt on. "Promise me you'll order."
"Yeah, I promise," Mark sounds sincere. After a quick hug and a few pats on each other's back, Mark is opening the front door ready to leave for a late-night music session. "Please receive y/n well for me–
"Y/n!"
Screams and laughs from both you and your brother fill the little apartment, as you greet and hug him after almost four months without seeing each other. Just in time, is what Donghyuck thinks while observing the cute interaction, and gently caressing his belly from underneath the t-shirt because, well, he is confident but—even though he has known you for years and you've shared many situations—, he's not confident enough around you to show himself with nothing on like that. At least not yet.
His face lights up as soon as he sees you extend your arms in his direction, and Donghyuck manages to squeeze you into a warm hug and spin you in the air while the both of you laugh.
Your brother says his goodbyes, and Donghyuck tells him there's a chance they could meet up at Johnny's later, in case he wants to join in after work.
"Alright, I'll get there with Taeyong later then."
He waves to both of you and closes the front door, leaving you alone with his roommate.
"Take a relax, bro," he offers you to sit at the counter and you laugh after hearing the famous line after months. You observe him filling a cup with water and placing it in front of you before speaking again. "Want some ramen?"
"Hell yeah. I'm starving."
"Let me heat it for you."
But he was already on it even before you answered. Donghyuck knows well he's very good at turning the simple dish into a delicious meal, and that it's one of your favorite things to share since you two met.
You wouldn't say it was love at first sight, but maybe adoration since the first encounter. Only weeks after your brother moved to start studying, he invited you over because he was missing home too much. And Donghyuck wouldn't be his apartment buddy until a year after, but they already frequented the same group of friends. The two of you were standing awkwardly in a corner at Taeyong's birthday party, and ended up at your brother's because you were hungry, eating ramen together: his secret recipe (that wasn't mysterious at all) that included tomatoes and scrambled eggs and that he only made for 'real special situations'.
Donghyuck sets the bowl in front of you, the tomato scrambled noodles and eggs making your mouth water and curve in a smile. A ray of sunshine gets on the chair beside you even though it's almost midnight, and makes you feel at home, warming you even though it's freezing outside.
"So, how's school?" You start talking with a mouth full of ramen, lips moisturized with its sauce that makes Donghyuck smile when he sets his eyes on them. His look makes you blush, but you blame it on the spiciness of the Hot Chicken Spicy x2 package of noodles that he prepared for you. "Hyuck, this is burning my mouth."
"Well, don't put so many noodles in your mouth at once!" Donghyuck brings the glass of water to your hands and you accept it immediately. Its freshness somehow makes you forget the mess that Hyuck's eyes on your filthy ramen lips could have caused.
Maybe surviving a week living with the guy you like (who is your brother's best friend, which makes things a lot more complicated) will be harder than you thought.
"School's been kicking my ass," the boy continues and you nod your head, sadly sharing the sentiment. "I started my winter break last Friday, but I have to take a final in two weeks so I'll be studying. And Mark doesn't get a winter break."
"Motherfucking TY, won't let him rest."
"That's what I say!" He agrees with you, his eyes widening and sighing in exasperation. "Both of them are workaholics. Won't stop working on their music even for a week."
"Yeah. And knowing Mark, he'll try to make the most of his time since he doesn't have to teach at school for two weeks."
You knew in advance that your brother wouldn't be home much despite your visit, however extraordinary it may be. He warned you about it, that he would be focusing 100% on Taeyong's album, but that he would definitely try to take advantage of the free time to go out with you, or just chill together at home. On the other hand, Mark assured you that Donghyuck would be very happy to spend the time he wouldn't be there with you. The idea gave you butterflies in your stomach when your brother texted it to you; some emojis of a mischievous smile followed the message but you didn't know how to interpret it, since Mark is terrible at texting and pretty much a boomer.
"But don't worry!" Donghyuck speaks after a brief pause. "I'll study early in the mornings while you sleep, then we'll have the afternoons to hang out, and Mark can join whenever he's free. He'll make time for it, I'm sure."
Somehow, the thought of Donghyuck getting up early during his break to have the afternoons free to spend time with you makes your heart melt a little. You lower your head, trying to hide the inevitable smile on your lips, but you fail wildly. You decide to adhere to Donghyuck's plan, nodding and showing the tight-lipped smile that spreads to his face.
"Good." He nods as well. "So, you wanna go to Johnny's later?" Donghyuck asks, his thumb pointing in the direction of the door.
"Yeah, sure." You get up from the kitchen table to start doing your dishes at the sink. "I'm excited to see the boys after so long."
"And we have some new additions to the group."
Donghyuck's voice reaches your ears from behind. You're quickly cleaning the single bowl and glass you used, so you finish and turn around to keep listening to him face-to-face. Donghyuck picks up on his monologue.
"There's Jungwoo. He's living with Jaehyun and Doyoung and he's about to finish doing vet in college. And it's funny, because he really looks and acts like a doggie, and he's doing vet," Donghyuck finishes the sentence, looking at you with an expression that suggests 'Can you believe that?'.
His silliness makes you laugh, which encourages Donghyuck to continue sharing his first impressions of his new friends. "Then there's Yuta. He came from Japan and opened a café on the first floor of the building where Johnny and Taeyong live, and that's how they met. He's a little cold with me," Donghyuck shrugs at it, yet you can tell in his expression how he gets discouraged when he thinks about that situation. "But he's not cold with Mark. And Mark is, I don't know, he's obsessed with Yuta." There is a brief silence in which Donghyuck only looks into your eyes with a super serious face. "I hate that."
And you burst into laughter. You don't need to ask Donghyuck if he's jealous, because you know for a fact that he very much is. As soon as he doesn't get all the attention, he gets annoying. Don't you dare not answer one of the silly cat reels he sends on Instagram or he will start texting you things like "Pay attention to me" or "Answer or I'll get sad." So you know how it can be. He doesn't get annoyed over the Baekhyun posts he shares with you because you always reply to them. Donghyuck might get jealous of Baekhyun too, but he won't show that to you.
"Don't worry, Hyuck." You circle the island to stand next to him and try to comfort him, one of your hands caressing circles on his back. He quickly seeks comfort by resting his head on your shoulder, and you can notice his slightly wet hair smells like green apple and cinnamon, like baby shampoo. "You're Mark's best friend. The things you've been through together, he won't get through again with anyone else. That's what's special about you two."
"You're right, y/n," he agrees while getting his head off your shoulder. "None of them will ever know Mark ran out of toilet paper at a party once and he sacrificed a sock to clean his-"
"Oh my fucking God" you cut him off before he can finish, not wanting to hear any of it. "Gross! Some things are better kept as a secret, Hyuck! I'll go change."
"But we are like a family!" he screams as you get out of the kitchen and into Donghyuck and Mark's room to get ready for Johnny's house. "Sharing those things helps us get closer!"
The walls are thin, so you don't bother answering Donghyuck from the room. "Honestly, Hyuck, I don't really care where my brother's butt has been or whatever. Let's get closer by sharing some drinks at Johnny's."
Wednesday, 01:47 a.m.
"So, how did you two meet?" Yuta asks, taking up the free space next to you on the couch and passing you two cans of beer. Exactly what you need after three rounds of karaoke with Johnny and Doyoung that are inexhaustible.
They're still going off strong in front of the TV, waiting for Mark to get back and join them in their madness.
"Oh, we're not together."
"Oh, that's for sure. I know you're not pulling any bitches, Hyuck."
Donghyuck laughs dryly at the Japanese boy, putting on his best expression of annoyance; tongue poking at his inside cheek and rolling his eyes, and he replies, "That's not true. I can pull anyone I want."
"Prove it," Yuta pushes him because he knows that Donghyuck is an easy-going person, and always a good target for a challenge.
Donghyuck quickly scans the room while you busy yourself taking a sip of your can, not wanting to get involved in Yuta's teasing, until he lands eyes on Jaehyun. He knows the boy loves him and is almost always up for some of his affection.
"Jaehyun's not an option," Yuta adds, the always good observant, and Donghyuck sighs very audibly before throwing his head back on the couch.
But he composes himself quickly to ask, turning slightly to you with his arm still firm around your shoulders. "Would you get with me? Hypothetically?"
“Are you asking me because I’m the only girl in the room?” you question him with a raise of your brows.
“Nah, you’re my first option,” he replies with a subtle smile, eyes closing slightly into the shape of two crescent moons.
You like to think he truly has no idea the effect his words have on you, and that he's just messing with Yuta, trying to prove a point. Yet, you can't help feel the heat rise to your cheeks. A deep breath is all it takes you to ignore the intern butterflies and follow the conversation, as if you're not already imagining the thousand scenarios where you and Donghyuck are an established couple living with two dogs (you would like a cat but he's allergic) and a hamster.
“But I thought your first option was Jaehyun–”
“Just answer the question, y/n.”
“Alright, jeez…”
You roll your eyes and give yourself a moment to think. Would you get together with Hyuck, hypothetically? Considering the four-year crush you've had on your brother's best friend since the moment you met him, no, you wouldn't.
You would get with him for real. All of your friends back home said it's time you brave up and just confess to him. You better come back with the signed marriage papers, your best friend’s voice resonates in your head.
"I mean… Yes?" you answer by looking at Yuta, trying to avoid Donghyuck's eyes that you know are set on the blushed skin of your face. "I guess Hyuck is not a bad match," you finish with a shy shrug, sinking yourself deeper on the couch and taking another long drink.
Donghyuck smiles contentedly at your answer, his chest filling with confidence, and kisses you wet with beer on the forehead that gets you squeezed up to his body for a second. By the time he's done, you rest your head on his shoulder to return the affection, trying not to throw up all the butterflies and not noticing Yuta's knowing stare.
"Keyword: hypothetically. And I said 'Prove it.'" Yuta pushes a little more.
"Bro, you're so annoying." Donghyuck gets up from the couch exasperated, and almost makes you spill all your beer while trying to get you up with him. "What, you want us to make out?"
Yuta nods, crossing his arms and spreading his legs on the couch that he has all for himself now, challenging the younger boy.
"Sorry dude, we're not into exhibitionism."
Donghyuck takes your hand to drag you away from the living room, but you can still hear Yuta's laugh and the words the two you would end up choosing to ignore for the rest of the night.
"This is not how you're getting some, Hyuck! Don't say I didn't try to help you!"
Donghyuck's hand holding yours (or rather dragging you into the kitchen) feels embarrassingly good. Worth blushing and having your heart fastening inside your chest. Damn Donghyuck for making you feel like a teenager who had just exchanged looks with their highschool crush. And just when you needed a break from that ridiculous wave of emotions…
“What are you wearing!?” You hear Johnny’s voice coming out of the speakers, as he’s still holding the mic to his mouth while the instrumentals of his most iconic karaoke performance play on the back, A Flying Butterfly by YB.
Mark and Taeyong have arrived at the apartment and they have caught everyone's attention because Taeyong is wearing an inflatable T-Rex costume. Jungwoo is the first one to get to Taeyong with his mouth open in astonishment, an expressión that is quickly replaced with amusement as soon as he gets to hug and squeeze the dinosaur in his hands.
“Jungwoo, stop squeezing my butt!” Taeyong’s voice comes a little distorted from inside the costume, but it’s clear enough for everyone to laugh at his comment. “You're going to make it deflate!”
Jungwoo keeps looking at Taeyong in the costume as if he was a kid who just saw Santa; hugging the dinosaur and saying it feels perfect for cuddling. This is the moment you understand what Donghyuck meant when he said Jungwoo looks just like an excited doggie.
“Taeyong saw it online and got it because it was on sale a couple weeks ago,” Mark starts explaining to no one in particular. “But then he ordered it and we completely forgot about it, until it arrived at the studio tonight.”
“I put it on inside the elevator so I could surprise you guys,” Taeyong adds with a happy smile, unzipping the costume just for his head to come out of it, somehow making it look all more ridiculous. Now the T-Rex looks like he has a floating head right above his stomach.
“Yeah… We had to stop the elevator for some more time because getting it inflated was way harder than I thought,” your brother says as he watches Taeyong and Jungwoo struggle with each other, because Jungwoo desperately wants to get inside the costume too but Taeyong doesn’t want to stop wearing it just yet.
Yuta only judges them from where he’s still sitting on the couch, arms crossed while shaking his head. “I can’t believe you really spent money on this.” Yet his comment is followed by a laugh. It’s not as intense as Doyoung and Taeil’s, though, who have been laughing since Taeyong crossed the door, and haven’t missed the chance to film and take pictures of him (and Jungwoo who still wouldn’t leave his side.)
"Alright so," Johnny says into the mic to attract everyone's attention. "Karaoke?"
The guys start to team up; some out of affinity or fun, others because they know they will definitely win the most points if they are grouped with certain people who hit all the notes on any song. Donghyuck, however, doesn't team up with anyone right away. He just stands in the middle of Johnny's and Taeyong's living room, watching Mark immediately cling to Yuta (who already had Jungwoo clinging to his other side.) He gestures towards your brother with arms crossed and a roll of his eyes. So, noticing his jealousy over your brother's recent preferences—jealousy that wasn't that hard to notice, he made it pretty obvious—and taking pity on your friend, you offer to team up with him.
"Wanna kick some ass together?" And you observe him playing hard to get. You're not a bad match for karaoke; you might not sing as well as Taeil or Doyoung, but you don't suck at it, and Donghyuck knows that very well. So when he starts doubting over his answer, you know he just wants to mess with you.
Suddenly Taeil is standing in front of the two of you, and Donghyuck, with an incredibly exaggerated face of astonishment, asks him:
"You wanna team up with us?!"
See, you knew he wasn't going to leave you out of his team.
Taeil only shrugs, as relaxed as always. "Sure."
Donghyuck squeezes his older friend in a hug that only gets a groan out of Taeil (and a little smile) before throwing an arm each on your shoulders, and screams to the rest. "Everybody, we got Moon Taeil!"
A punch from your fist to his ribs. A little groan followed by a laugh coming out of his mouth and a gentle squeeze on your shoulder. He's quick to correct himself.
"I got Moon Taeil and y/n! And we're gonna kick your butts!"
Thursday, 6:22 p.m.
It's been a long time since Donghyuck has had a girl in his room.
It's not like Yuta was right when he said he can't pull anyone, Donghyuck just hasn't had the time nor the energy. His break and free time to do whatever he wants just started. Even when Mark's not home most of the nights, it doesn't feel quite right to him to bring girls over to his shared bedroom when his roommate could come back at any time. And even if he had wished to bring any girls home during his break, he knew you would be here, so he didn't wanna do that either. (Not that he's bothered that he can't bring girls home because of you. Actually he'd rather have you inside his bedroom than anyone else.)
So when he's watching you laying on his bed, reading a silly high-school novel you got from your brother's library and quietly keeping him company while he studies, his heart-rate fastens and he feels his cheeks rise its temperature. He grows embarrassed when, after seeing you smile so sweetly at him when you catch his eyes on you, the only thing he can think of is leaving those stupid Relativity notes behind, running over to your spot and stealing a kiss from your lips.
Yet Donghyuck remains motionless at his desk. He inwardly curses when you get up and start walking toward him, and wishes you wouldn't ask why he's so red because he can't blame it on the weather—it's the middle of winter.
To his surprise, you're curious about a totally different thing.
"What are you doing with all these comics?" you ask, picking up one of his Flash comics and opening it to a spot that Donghyuck has marked with a post it.
"I'm taking a class about Quantum Physics and Relativity and catching up on some work," he starts explaining, all his romantic fantasies put on pause to focus on the second thing (after you) that occupies his mind the most these days: college.
He watches your eyes grow with interest after hearing the name of his class, and he can't deny he gets all excited thinking about the possibilities: of having a girlfriend that would hear him talk about what he's most passionate about all he wanted. Knowing how much you've always enjoyed hearing the new things he's learned and about his most recent investigations, and noticing his feelings for you have only increased since you came back, Donghyuck's mind wonders.
"You know in the comics Flash supposedly travels at speeds close to light, right?" He watches you nod. "And he throws this infinite mass punch… Well, in one of the comics Flash punches this villain, and his fist is so powerful the villain will fly all over the ocean and land in another continent," he keeps explaining. "What are the chances of this actually happening, analyzing it from the relativistic perspective? That's what I'm looking into."
"And have you arrived to any conclusions?"
"Yeah, I have actually." He stars searching for a specific piece of paper which displays a bunch of calculations and formulas that you don't understand at all, but they look awesome.
Donghyuck doesn't wait for a specific reaction, yet your response cracks him up a little.
"Could you explain this for me? Dummy level?" you ask wrinkling your nose. Donghyuck wants to kiss the confusion off your face.
Honestly, he might be looking for any excuses to kiss you at this point. But, to be fair, he's liked you since that first time he cooked ramen for you the night you met—that was like four years ago. The only reason he has never made a move on you is because you're his friend's sister.
"Yeah, yeah I can do that." He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking these ideas out of his head once more. "Basically, that the mass of his punch is 'infinite' is a consequence of the relativistic effects of travelling at speeds near to light." He points at a calculation on the paper. "And if Flash punches you on the face he won't send you flying to another continent."
This time, Donghyuck watches the disappointment take over your features; smile and shoulders dropping at the same time. "He won't?"
Donghyuck denies with his head. "You would disintegrate in an instant. The energy of his punch is 750,000 times greater than the energy released by an atomic bomb exploding in your face."
You're not saying anything. You're just looking right into his eyes and it's making Donghyuck considerably nervous. Thankfully, he's been sitting all this time, because considering how close you're standing in front of him he's sure his knees would've given up on him a while ago.
He gulps. "I did the maths."
"You're a fucking genious."
Donghyuck melts hearing you praise his work.
“Okay. I’m ready,” Mark says as he waits for you at the room’s door.
Right, you and your brother were scheduled to have dinner together.
Donghyuck doesn't want you to go just yet, he doesn't want to stop chatting with you about irrelevant-to-the-society stuff like this, but he understands this is one of the few moments you’ll get to hang out with Mark alone, so he doesn’t tag alone when Mark offers him to.
“I’ll just have a light dinner and study a little bit more,” he politely declines. Then, he’s looking into your eyes once again. “Wanna chill together when you’re done with your brother?”
“You wanna watch Oppenheimer?”
Does he want to spend three hours watching a movie about an international bunch of nerds who just argue for more than two thirds of the plot, and some awfully awkward scenes of Mr. Oppenheimer flirting using physics that he definitely didn’t think of replicating with you? Again?
Donghyuck thinks you might be the love of his life.
“Of-fucking-course I wanna watch Oppenheimer.” He thinks this might be a better answer, rather than confessing his undying love to you (in front of his best friend) (that is your brother.)
“Nobody’s gonna ask me if I want to watch Oppenheimer?” Mark questions with arms crossed and narrowed eyes.
“Mark, you were snoring inside the movie theater when we went to watch it together.”
“I had a long day, dude!”
“You literally came out of the theater and said ‘this was fucking boring for a World War Two movie’!”
“Well, I mean yeah–” Mark starts trying to defend himself but gets interrupted by you, when you start pushing him towards the door saying you’re hungry, and reminding him how most of the times they argue he can never win against Donghyuck. “But you gotta accept it was missing a little action, man.”
Donghyuck throws his head back, and then looks at your brother with his eyes squinted and a fake smile. “They were scientists, Mark, not soldiers–”
“Whatever!” you say when you’ve managed to get your brother out of the room. “We’re leaving. Hyuck–” Donghyuck notices his eyebrows relax, and the frown he had while arguing with Mark is gone as soon as you’re calling his name with a smile on your lips. “Looking forward to movie night.”
“I’ll get some beers for us,” Donghyuck adds, to which you agree excitedly.
Mark sighs once you’re on your way out of the apartment. “I swear to God,” he starts. “You two are like made for each other.”
You just punch his shoulder as a defense mechanism, not knowing how to react or manage your emotions when it comes to Donghyuck. And you definitely don't know Donghyuck catches a glimpse of your smile and your reddened cheeks before you close the front door.
That simple thing, maybe gives Donghyuck a little hope.
Friday, 11:13 a.m.
You can't believe you're jealous of a dog.
You watch the video play over and over on your phone screen. Donghyuck was literally rubbing his face on the little fur ball, using it as some kind of cotton pad, then showering the dog with kisses all over her little face.
Chenle's friends with the boys and he recently got a dog that he named Daegal. Today, Chenle and Mark were going to be working together since early and Chenle didn't want to leave the dog alone. Apparently, Donghyuck and Daegal love each other, and that's the reason why you're currently at Chenle's, at fucking eleven in the morning during your break.
Donghyuck and you were the designated babysitters of the dog.
You wonder over the video on your phone a little more, thinking of what to put as a caption to share it on your story. Maybe some emojis? Some angry emojis because Donghyuck won't even look at you now that he's with the doggie? Maybe cute emojis… Something like a sun, a heart, and a dog. Maybe the caption boyfriend material, or something in the lines of pay attention to me followed by some exclamation points.
You decide to post it with the text 'taking good care of the baby' and tagging Donghyuck and Chenle's account. It doesn't take long for two notifications to arrive. One is from Donghyuck, who just re-uploaded your story, and the other is a reply from Chenle. 'Who's the baby? Donghyuck or Daegal?' followed by a cracking up emoji.
A smile takes over your face reading it, and it stays there when you get your head up and your eyes meet Donghyuck, who's laying relaxed on the couch with the little fur ball on top of his belly. He has his cute transparent glasses on, and he's wearing some comfy pants and a hoodie that makes him look incredibly cozy and huggable.
His eyes find yours, and an arm extends in your direction, inviting you to join him on the couch with a pat besides his spot. His body radiates an enveloping heat that makes you forget it's winter, but it seems that it's not enough for Donghyuck, who grabs one of the soft blankets laying around the couch and puts it over the three of you.
The characteristic sound of Netflix reaches your ears and then Donghyuck is looking for the drama that you started watching together a couple of weeks ago, from your homes and when you both had some free time through Netflix Party. The third episode of My First True Love starts playing on the TV screen while you wait for the food you ordered earlier, and you feel content. Everything about the situation is too domestic and feels familiar, and you're not surprised when you think that you wouldn't mind getting used to this.
What is a surprise is when Donghyuck puts his arm over your head and offers you to get closer to him, resting a little more on his body.
"This is nice." You hear him say, almost in a whisper. The midday sun illuminates almost as much as his smile when you look up at him.
"It is," you agree, focusing once again at the TV (because looking at him was making you melt inside.)
"We could do it more often."
And by the increasing rate of his heart and the soft caresses in your hair, you knew he didn't mean just babysitting Daegal.
(Still) Friday, 04:02 p.m.
Donghyuck wakes up from his nap on the couch to the smell of coffee and missing the warmth from his two personal heaters, Daegal and you, who he remembers were still with him before he fell asleep. He sits and stretches in his place before moving towards the kitchen, where he already visualized your figure in front of the counter, with your back to him. You don't seem to notice him, so as he walks into the kitchen, he makes sure to greet you with a little hello.
You just look over your right shoulder at him, but you have to raise your head because Donghyuck is closer than expected. You greet him in the same way, but with a sweet smile on your face. "Hi, Hyuck."
Now that Donghyuck is so close, he can notice that the smell of coffee is coming from the machine in front of you that is filling two mugs with particular writings: one says 'best dad in the world', and the other says 'MARK' in big colorful letters (someone also took it upon themselves to print a photo of Mark holding a watermelon on it.)
"Chenle's mugs are fucking weird, don't you think?"
Donghyuck laughs hearing your question and decides to explain. "These are part of an inside joke. Chenle always says someone like Mark would be his ideal son, so your brother got these made for Chenle for last year's fathers' day." He finishes standing against the counter by your side, and thanks you when you handle him a warm home-made latte.
Donghyuck can't take coffee so well since most of the time it makes his stomach hurt, and you know this.
"You don't have to drink it. I remember you're not good with coffee," you tell him, but it's too late when Donghyuck's already sipping the first drink.
Yeah, he might have to use Chenle's bathroom later, but he's willing to face a shit rather than miss out on the opportunity to share a coffee made by you, on a winter afternoon where it's just the two of you and the sun filtering through the kitchen window falling on your face.
"I just thought it would've been disrespectful not making you one too."
You finish your sentence but smile watching him enjoying the coffee anyway, and Donghyuck thinks that maybe, just maybe, he's a little in love with you.
So he takes a deep breath, takes a lot of courage, and sets out to do what works best for him when it comes to you: pretend he's joking when in reality he's only on the verge of confessing his feelings. "Do I have something in my lips?"
"You do, actually," you answer his question pointing at your own upper lip with your finger to make him understand. "A little bit of foam around here–"
"Please do the Secret Garden scene."
"What?"
He's not hesitant to repeat it. Donghyuck internally questions himself though, wondering where all this confidence has come from. Because, yes, Donghyuck is very confident, naturally. But not when it comes to you. His knees go weak and his stomach starts to ache with nerves when he thinks of things like kissing you. In that sense, he will not waste this sudden confidence-rush.
"Please do the Secret Garden with me."
And this time around he can confirm you understood 100% what he means because your laugh and your punch on his arm indicate it. He notices it might be a reflex act of yours—punching people in the arm when you get nervous or don't know what to retort. He's glad he won't have to worry about punching mean guys when he makes you his girlfriend, though; you'll probably take care of that yourself.
Donghyuck still catches you staring at his lips the moment he gets rid of the foam with his tongue. And when you snap out of your trance, your eyes meet Donghyuck's and his eyebrows that move up and down, just to tease you a little more. A mischievous smile is also adorning his face.
He only watches you shake your head while your cheeks grow red, even when you try to hide it behind that big mug with the picture of your brother holding the watermelon.
"Anyway," he decides it will be better to change subjects. "Where's Daegal?"
"I thought she was sleeping with you?" You ask before you start looking around the place for the little fur ball.
"I mean, she was as long as I remember." Donghyuck watches you leave the kitchen and move around the living room, checking every corner for the dog you two were supposed to sacrifice your life for if needed (that's how Chenle described the seriousness of the duty). "You were too…" But you're far enough not to hear the disappointment in Donghyuck's voice after waking up all alone.
"She wasn't here when you woke up?" you ask, standing in front of the couch.
Donghyuck shakes his head no. You start picking up the tangle of blankets and throwing them in the direction of Donghyuck, who hardly catches them in his arms. It's confirmed that Daegal hasn't been trapped under the blankets and at least she hasn't suffocated to death. Although that doesn't give any of you any comfort; the doggie still is nowhere around.
"Oh my fucking god," you say, trapping your head in your hands. "We lost Chenle's dog."
"She has to be somewhere around."
"We lost Chenle's dog and we didn't even go out with her," he hears you repeat all the way from Chenle's bedroom, where Donghyuck checks if the little dog is hiding. He looks under the bed, inside the closet, and inside the bathroom, only to find nothing. "We must be the dumbest babysitters in the world," you finish when he's back in the living room.
He looks down at the watch on his wrist and notices it's almost four thirty, which makes him start to sweat from the nerves. "Chenle's about to come back. We need to find this dog right now."
"Chenle's gonna kill us."
"y/n, just look for the dog."
"He will find out and probably hire a contract killer to deal with us for losing his baby." Donghyuck sees your desperation and calls your name once more, but you don't listen to him. "I'll never see Baekhyun live again!"
And the doorbell rings, followed by a knock on the door and Chenle's screams coming from outside, telling you to let him in.
"Fuck my life," Donghyuck mutters and goes to open the door.
"Hyuck!" you hiss while following him closely. "What are you gonna tell him?"
He silences you, looking back at you and placing his index finger over his lips. Donghyuck takes a deep breath, puts his hand on the handle, sweats a little more despite fighting to calm his nerves, and finally opens the door. Mark is the first to enter, anyway, and he doesn't greet any of you; he simply calls for Daegal, and Donghyuck knows that this is the moment where he should start begging Chenle to let him keep his life and promise him that he will find another dog that looks exactly like–
"Daegal!"
Like the little white ball of fur in your brother's arms.
Donghyuck looks back at you once more, his eyes and mouth wide open in astonishment, and you return an equally astonished look.
"Thanks guys for taking good care of the baby," Chenle says once he's done greeting his dog, who appeared literally out of nowhere and left you and Donghyuck stressed enough for probably three or four months. "She didn't give you any problem, right?"
"Oh, no. Definitely, no." Donghyuck and you are quick to deny at the same time, which might sound a little suspicious as Chenle looks at both of you with narrowed eyes.
Then, he's moving his head to focus his gaze on the mess you left behind when you were rummaging through the couch and the blankets, looking for the dog. "Alright, lovebirds. Then I hope that disaster isn't because you two fucked on my couch while I was gone."
part two coming next week !
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Bad idea right? 🕷️
bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo but it's you being down bad for your ex
w/c: 2.6K
pairing: exbf!miguel x drunkfem!reader
tags: 18+ smut. mention of being drunk. can't help but miss him, he lives rent free in ur head, down horrendous for him, making out, fingering, only reader orgasm
Oh, hey
Haven't heard from you in a couple of months
But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up
And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone
And I'm sensin' some undertone
And I'm right here with all my friends
But you're sendin' me your new address
And I know we're done, I know we're through
I was at the club with my friends getting drunk off a our minds like we usually do, when I get a phone call. We were sitting in a circular booth so I had Ryan by my left and Val to my right and both of them peered over my shoulder as I grabbed my phone.
We all gasped at the caller ID and they immediately tried to snatch my phone from me, I quickly pulled it down and put it between my thighs making sure to squeeze them tightly so they can't get it. "Bitch do not answer that call-" I hear Ryan say before I moved.
I grab my phone and get under the table as I hear their screams at me while I crawl away then stand up at the end of the table waving my phone, "NO!"
I answer and put the phone to my ear to hear his all too familiar voice, "Hey... I'm all alone and was hoping you could slide by.."
I bite my lip and feel my heart race at his tone, so husky and giving me the exact implication I'd expect after months of not talking. "I'm down." I respond almost immediately letting drunk me take control of my brain.
"I'll send you the address." He murmurs and then hangs up.
I sigh dreamily then look at my phone as a message came in from Miguel. The snap of a finger caught my attention as I look down at all three of my friends giving me crazy eyes. "You are not going-"
I sit down next to Val and lean my head against her shoulder as I pull up his insta and look at his pictures. "Ugh but how could I not-" I whine and show them the most recent set of pictures he's posted.
"Bitch it's been literal months-" Ella sneers shaking her head in disappointment.
"So....? I know we're done but that doesn't mean we can't fu-" I start to say as I look up at Ryan and Ella both shaking their head, "you guys are broken up!"
I roll my eyes and look down at my phone taking a closer look at the pictures of Miguel as my friends groan and Val wraps an arm around me, shaking me, "you're gonna regret it."
But, God, when I look at you
My brain goes, "Ah"
Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)
Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)
Should probably
(I should probably, probably not)
(I should probably, probably not)
I shrug and admire the way his lips were curled into a pretty smile and his dimples were out, so pretty. The sparkle in his eyes making me melt and make the butterflies reappear in my stomach like old times.
I scroll through the rest of the pictures that consisted of selfies and mirror pics with his friends. My heart skips a beat when I see him wearing the navy blue button up I always loved seeing him wear. Fuck he's so handsome... so fucking fine...
And the way his voice sounded, god I could never grow sick of it.
Seein' you tonight
It's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight
It's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight
It's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight
Hmm maybe it is a bad idea.... I mean everyone knows what happens if you hook up with your ex after months of no contact..
It won't be the end and will just be an endless cycle of calling each other, hooking up and potentially getting back together just forgetting why you broke up in the first place.
Do I really want that?
Fuck it, it's fine
Yes, I know that he's my ex
But can't two people reconnect?
I only see him as a friend
(The biggest lie I ever said)
I shake those thoughts away and grin, fuck it, it'll be fine.
"Shouldn't it be fine if two people just reconnect?" I ask and they all say "no" at the same time.
I groan, shaking my head looking at them in disbelief, "I only see him as a friend..." I lie and Ryan immediately bursts out laughing.
Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex
But can't two people reconnect?
I only see him as a friend
(I just tripped and fell into his bed)
"What?!?" I exclaim and throw my hands up.
"You do not see him as a friend-" Val cuts in and I shake my head.
"Bitch be serious for one second-" Ryan says but I cut him off, "You're all wrong!" I say when a hiccup leaves my mouth.
"You're literally drunk-" Ella says and I wave her off.
"I'm fine-"
Another hiccup.
"Alright I'll catch you guys tomorrow-" I say and stand up.
"Bitch stop you gotta really think about this-" Ryan starts but I lift a finger up and look up pretending to think, "I've thought about it...... Bye!" I say then wave goodbye as I walk to the exit hearing their shouts at me.
I open the doors and walk out feeling the cold breeze as I walk over to the parking lot. I quickly get an Uber and try to wait as patiently as I can, pacing back and forth along the sidewalk, waiting.
Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans
I know I should stop, but I can't
And I told my friends I was asleep
But I never said where, in his sheets
And I pull up to your place, on the second floor
And you're standin', smiling at the door
And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men
But I really can't remember when
I see the designated car I got and quickly hop before opening Miguel's text and telling the driver the address.
He nods and starts heading there as I put on my seat belt and sigh in relief. I'm finally seeing him.
I feel a buzz from my phone and I quickly open it but groan when I see it's texts from the groupchat.
Ryan🤞🏼
I'm beating your ass tmrw
Val💅🏼
Please be safe
Ella🫶🏼
Bitch where are you
I giggle and roll my eyes, quickly typing.
What a variety...
Y/n
Going to sleep😴
I send then put my phone on dnd knowing they'll do anything to try and stop me.
I go through my archived on my insta and look through all the posts I had of Miguel and I when we were together. We were so good together. So perfect. Two peas in a pod. Yin and Yang. The apple to my eye. Whatever the fuck that meant.
I sigh and lean against the window looking out as it started to drizzle. I felt my eyes closing but I tried my best to stay awake, of all times being drunk right now would be the one time I get sleepy?
So fucked up.
The rest of the drive was a blur but i automatically paid from the app and stumbled out of the car and walked towards his new apartment.
I go through the door and then walk towards the stairs holding on to the railing because I didn't trust myself to go up steadily. I get to the top of the stairs, making it to the second floor and walk onto the hallway. I pull my dress down then fix the straps when I see a door a couple feet away open and there he was.
I tried my hardest not to smile immediately but I got closer I noticed he was the one that had a smile on his face. It sent a shiver down my spine as I walked towards him suddenly feeling nervous but the excitement rising with every step.
I feel like I've seen hotter men since we broke up but couldn't think of when or where, and didn't care to because I had him now right in front of me.
My brain goes, "Ah"
Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)
Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)
Should probably
(I should probably, probably not)
(I should probably, probably not)
My mind was going wild, heart started racing as I checked him out. Wearing a white tee and god those grey sweatpants....
I felt my breath hitch in my throat and i felt like I was going to melt just at the sight of him. I couldn't help still feeling this way towards him, I always tried to push my thoughts away whenever I thought of him but I really couldn't help that he lived rent free in my head all these months.
So of course I was going to jump at the opportunity of being with him again. In whatever way he pleased.
Seein' you tonight
It's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight
It's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight
It's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight
"Hey." I breathe out and give him a drunken smile.
"This is a bad idea isn't it?" I say looking into his eyes praying he doesn't agree with me.
He chuckles and shrugs, "maybe..."
I was contemplating really going in, going through with this. If I do through that door I'll be stuck to him and won't be able to leave his side. I'll be glued to him and will continue to come back here.
"Well maybe it is." He mumbles looking down at my body.
I bite my lip and feel a whirlwind of emotions but the most powering one being arousal. He just looked so good.
Fuck it, it's fine
Yes, I know that he's my ex
But can't two people reconnect?
I only see him as a friend
(The biggest lie I ever said)
Fuck it.
I take a step forward and smash my lips onto his immediately wrapping my arms behind his neck as I feel his trail down to my waist. He kissed me back instantly and makes us take a few steps back to go into his apartment.
I feel one hand get off me to close the door then it's back but playing with the ends of my hair as he moves us back.
He pulls away, leaving my lips lightly shivering, quickly leading us towards his bedroom.
Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex
But can't two people reconnect?
I only see him as a friend
(I just tripped and fell into his bed)
He closes the door and connects our lips together again, I kiss him in the neediest manner ever as he leans down making me sit on his bed. His hands go to my thighs, lightly squeezing as he bites my bottom lip then slides his tongue into my mouth.
I moan in his mouth and move my body back as I felt his hands on my lower back helping me scoot up his bed while he went down and was now hovering over me. I let his tongue explore my mouth while I tug on the ends of his curls and wrapping my legs around his waist bringing him even closer to me.
He pulls away and leaves a kiss on my cheek, then my jaw until finally goes down to my neck. Leaving open-mouthed kisses leaving me breathless and a moaning mess beneath him.
Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex
"We're still exes." I breathe out and let my head sink in into his pillow, arching my back because of the pleasure.
He hums against my skin, then sucks on his favorite spot before leaving kisses on it. I let out a shaky breath and feel my eyes flutter, I've missed him. All of him.
Can't two people reconnect?
"We're only reconnecting." I murmur and buck my hips up to have some friction, feel anything.
He groans and grinds his hips against mine making us both moan. "Fuck." He moans out and continues doing it but now faster and directly against my soaked pussy as my dress was ridden up to my thighs.
(The biggest lie I ever said)
Even deep down I knew this was going to end bad, but it was far too late. Well I mean I could just pull away right now?
Yeah right....
(I just tripped and fell into his bed)
"Such a bad idea." He murmurs against my neck making me giggle.
"Too late now." I purr and smile as he leans in to kiss me again but with more passion, need, hunger.
My brain goes, "Ah"
Can't hear my thoughts
I kiss back with the same intensity slowly feeling his hands go down my body, first groping my tits over my dress then trailing down my stomach. He immediately went down between my thighs and rubbed circles on my sensitive clit making me gasp against his mouth. "Miguel." I cry out but he slides his tongue in my mouth quickly shutting me up and making me melt into his touch.
(The biggest lie I ever said)
"Please-" I plead when he pulls away to kiss my neck again.
"Already so wet baby." He mocks, moving my panties to the side then slides two fingers between my folds leaving me a breathless, desperate mess.
My brain goes, "Ah"
I felt like I blanked out because suddenly he was pumping his fingers into me murmuring sweet nothings into my ears while I let out whimpers and moans, "faster."
"Patience baby." He says and pecks my lips as I felt my body shaking, just needing him to fuck me faster.
Can't hear my thoughts
I move my hands to his back, lightly scratching, trailing up and down, caressing his shoulders. "Please- I need you Miguel, I need you to make me feel good. You're the only one who can- fuck-!" I moan out then scream, scratching his back with my nails.
(I just tripped and fell into his bed)
He moved his fingers faster and started curling them up almost hitting the spot that always had me reaching me orgasm fast. I felt myself clench around his fingers making him moan as the sounds of my slickness filled my ears. "You've missed me then huh mami?" He whispers in my ear making me whimper and nod.
Thoughts
Blah
Thoughts
Blah
I let out bundles of whimpers as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, the all too familiar feeling rising in my lower abdomen. "Yes- yes I have." I moan out and move my hips as he went faster.
His fingers finally hit the spot repeatedly making me quickly reach my orgasm, "shit Miguel!!" I whimper as I come undone beneath him.
My whole body shook and I still felt my body shaking as he was slowing down, my breathing was calming down and I felt my eyes fluttering. Holy fuck.
"You did so good baby." He murmurs and leans in to kiss me softly.
I kiss him back moving my hands up to cup his face when I felt his fingers slip out. I felt my wetness drip down to my asshole and my legs continued to shake. I was speechless, I didn't think I'd cum that hard let alone have it be by him. He pulls away and brings his fingers to his lips, licking off every drop of my juices. "Mmm and you taste just as good." He moans out making me squeeze my thighs together.
"Nuh uh, spread them for me. I'm not done with you yet." He says making my eyes go wide as his brings his hands down to spread my legs for me.
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Night Life
Title: Night Life
Pairing: Sara Lance x Reader
Summary: Sara and Y/n run into each other on the streets, accidentally revealing both of their secret identities to the other.
NR
WC: 926
Sara had done a good job of staying out of Star City for nearly a decade. It had been easier whenever she still had Ava, but no good thing ever stayed in Sara Lance's life. She gave up time travel and vigilantism for a family, and she'd never regret that, even if it didn't work out. Sara had given it her best, but that kind of life wasn't right for her. She had gotten bored too easily, which was when the trouble started. Still, there were lines that Sara had never crossed. She was grateful for that bit of self-restraint that led to an easy divorce, even if it had ultimately put her back in Star City.
Technically, it was only for a weekend. It was a stop off on her new place, located about halfway between Central City and Star City. She was sick of listening to her parents trying to convince her to go to one place or the other. She didn't want to be that close to either of them, not if it meant the other would feel slighted for being left alone. Both of her parents had their own lives to worry about anyway. Her mother had a busy few months ahead of her wedding planning, and Quentin was working to repair his relationship with Felicity's mother, something that would never not absolutely shock Sara to think about.
It had nearly been a perfect weekend with her father until he got called into work. Sara had promised him to stay out of trouble, but that didn't mean she couldn't go on a patrol of her own. Quentin had tried to talk her into becoming a cop or working with the police wherever she ended up, but Sara didn't want that. She wanted to just let herself get used to being on her own for a little while. Ava had given her a couple of months to work things out before they finished drafting their custody agreement. Sara decided that this was truly her last little bout as the Canary, and she'd even torch the outfit to make sure of it.
"Hold it right there." Sara froze at the sound of a voice behind her. There was something familiar about the voice that excited Sara, even more than the click of the gun being cocked. Sara recognized the voice, even if she didn't know it yet. It had to be someone from her past, but Sara couldn't focus on it long enough to figure it out. "Turn around and face me."
"You know, if you'd ask nicely, you wouldn't need that gun," Sara said as she turned around. She kept her head down to try and conceal her identity, but the woman with the gun tilted it up. Sara expected the woman to say something, but instead, she just stared from underneath her hood. "What? Is something wrong?"
"Sara Lance, I'm pretty sure that I heard you died." The woman pulled the hood back and revealed her face to Sara. It was somewhat obscured by face paint that Sara recognized as an emerging gang in Star City, but behind that Sara knew the woman.
"Y/n, you're in a gang? I thought you were gonna be a cop," Sara said, unable to hide her shock.
"Turns out that inciting an investigation on Internal Affairs is a bit of a career killer, and those guys don't fuck around. They shot me, got me medically retired, and then I lost everything. It's a long and tedious story, but I've found my place. Now, I'd hate to have to kill you, but can you keep my secret?" Y/n casually waved the gun around as she spoke. Sara watched her closely and noticed that Y/n kept her fingers away from the trigger. "I'm not really hurting anybody who doesn't already deserve it."
"I was like you once, and this isn't the way." Sara knew that her words wouldn't change a thing, but she had to at least give it a shot. She had always known that Star City would eventually fall down the path it had before with crime and violence, despite Oliver's best intentions.
"It's not permanent, nobody's party phase ever is. Maybe when it's all said and done, we can work together. The city has been hurting since all its heroes went away. We could use a Canary again, but I'd change the color. Blood stains are a bitch to get out," Y/n said. Sara smiled to herself as she thought about coming back to this. She hadn't wanted to, but she knew that Y/n had to have a point. The city needed vigilantes. Star City at its most peaceful was still much more dangerous than most cities.
"We'll see. I told myself I was done a long time ago," Sara said. Y/n nodded as she clicked the safety on and holstered her weapons.
"Either way, I hope to see more of you Lance. Hopefully in a more official manner than when we were in school. How long are you in town for?" Y/n asked.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, but I'd definitely like to see you before I go. Meet me at the coffee shop on Harker Street tomorrow around 11?" Sara asked. Y/n nodded in agreement and placed a card in Sara's hand before she ran and baseball slid off of the rooftop. Sara shook her head as she glanced down at the card, which was a number for a private investigation service, most likely Y/n's.
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Over time
Suzanne loved being pregnant with her bosses baby. Not only was he a good lover but also a great boss. When she started at a tech company she never imagined she would have it so easy.
At first she was just a regular secatatary, taking calls, scheduling meetings, and all the boring paper work no one wanted to do. After awhile she was sick of it and went to her boss ,Jack, to ask for a more important position.
She never really thought anything of him until she saw how dirty he really was. One day, as she approached his corner office she saw that it was locked and started to head back to her desk. Bit before that she heard a muffled "AAAHHH" sound.
Fearing her boss was in trouble she unlocked the door to help him. When the door was opened she saw Jack rubbingone out to his computer."GET THE HELL OUT" he yelled.
She quickly shut the door and stated back to her desk. So many thoughts were going through her head as she tried to forget about what she saw. Not 5 minutes had passed before Jack called her back into his office.
"I'm sorry you had to see that Suzanne, I know it was wrong and I'll think twice before trying that again. But please can we keep this between us, my dad would kill me if he found out what I did at his company" he explained
"I think we should get you a new lock. I got into your office with just a paper clip" Suzanne said in a calm voice. "What, why are you thinking about the door Suzanne"
"You can call me Suzie, and I think you're dad is the least of your worries". He gulped "I'm done for ain't I?" He asked with fear in his voice. "Now ever since I started here you've treated me fair and I think we can reach a fair agreement"
Jack thought the worst as he started to worry about what Suzie was planning. "what did you have in mind?"he asked in a shaky voice. "I know there a new branch management position open, I would like to have it" Suzie said smirking. "Done, it's yours" Jack said hoping that it was all. "There is one other thing". Susie got up and walk towards Jack with malicious intent.
"I want you put a baby's in me" Susie demanded. "What did you say?" Jack wanted to make sure that this was real. "With all this work I've been doing I haven't been able to really live a social life and I want to become a mother before it's too late". Jack was astonished, he didn't really have a social life either because he grew up rich and was basically raised by tutors. "I... uh... don't know what to say". "Don't say anything, just sit there and look pretty" Suzie bent over and took her panties off and dropped on the floor infront of him. Jack's heart raced as he couldn't believe what was happening right now. "Are we really doing this, right here, right now?". Susie ignored his words and started to unbuckle his pants. Jack was in shock, he knew that this was wrong but he was afraid of what she might do if he stopped her.
"just relax and try to be quiet this time" she put her leg over his chair, as her wet pussy hovered over his cock, she guided his dick inside her. "mmnng" she moned softly as to not draw any attention. Jack was enjoying himself until "hnnng" he didn't last long. Susie felt his worm cum inside her "that's ok boss, I got what I wanted". She got off him, turned around and bent over to pick he panties up.
"I'm not done yet" jack grabbed her wrist, his cock was still hard and his confidence had grown. "I don't mind making sure I'm pregnant" she leaned on his desk and presented her cum filled pussy. "I'm gonna enjoy this" he whispered in her ear as he started ramming his hips against her ass. His dick reaching deep inside her. They didn't care how loud they were, they fucked each other all morning that day.
That was 9 months ago and now Suzie sat in her own office with her beautifully round belly. Jack had her office custom made so that their coworkers were deaf to the sounds of their "one on one meetings". Jack entered her office and locked the door "thought we could have some fun before the meeting. How's my son doing". "he has been causing some trouble in there, I think he wants his daddy". Suzie bent over on here chair, awaiting Jack's dick. "You shouldn't even be working being a week overdue, but I can't deny that ass" Jack began fucking her. Wrapping his hands around her plump baby bump and feeling and his son kicking much more than usual "he's really fussy today huh?". Jack turned Suzie so that he could get a better grip of her belly "not so rough today" Suzie begged."I'll try" Jack responded as he pulled her belly aggenst his hips.
They made love for 20 minutes before the pains began. "Aaagh" " are you alright?" "Yes it's nothing, just don't stop". Jack continued, he couldn't resist her jucy pussy as it was extra wet today. " oh god, unnnggg" Suzie's water broke and soked her carpet floor. "Was that the baby" jack asked, worried. "No I just camed" she lied.
"Are you sure, that's a lot of juice" "yeah I've been drinking a lot of liquids" Susie didn't want to miss this meeting, she had to be present not because she needed to but she wanted to see Jack get his promotion. "I'll be fine I can last an hour before the baby comes" she thought. " you go get ready for the meeting, I'm going to clean up this mess and" she was interrupted by a painful contraction. "Are you ok" jack asked "just Braxton hics, nothing to worry about. You go I'll see you at the meeting" she said rushing him out the door. "Please, I want to see Jack inherent the company, just stay in there for a little while"
At the meeting, she was lucky to be seated at the far side, away from Jack. The CEO and Jack's dad, the owner and founder, sat at the other end of the table. As the meeting began the time between her contractions grew smaller. "It's only an hour, I can make it" she said as she felt her baby pushing against her cervix. The meaning was like any other boring corporate meeting. They started by sharing quarterly reports and future contracts. She couldn't focus on anything they were saying as she tried so hard to stay silent.
"Finally it was time for Jack to receive his promotion. Jack's father got up to address the room "now on to more exciting news, I think it's time to welcome our new CFO Jack" everyone in the room started clapping and as they did Suzie was able to let out a small whimper of pain as she felt like pushing. As the noise died down Jack started to speak "I am very honored to have this position and I would like to thank my branch manager, this could have happened without you Suzanne and I would like to thank you for all your hard work". She stood up trying very hard not to scream "thank you all for supporting me... I know times been tough but together we can-mnngg-get through it". She sat down quick, and as she did another contraction hit her.
When the meeting was overly quickly waddled to her office. She knew that she wasn't going to make it to the hospital and laid on the floor to push. A couple of minutes I'd pass and she could feel her baby halfway up the birth canal. Suddenly Jack swung the door opened " I knew it, why didn't you tell me?". "Just shut up and help me deliver this baby,I'm so close" she said pushing her baby. "No son of mine is being born in an office" Jack stuff cheese fingers inside Suzie and started to push their son back. "NNOOO, STOP" Suzie cried out in vain. "now I'm going to carry you and you're going to keep your legs shut until we get to the hospital, understood? " Suzie nodded.
The trip to the hospital was excruciating. Jack would constantly stick his fingers inside Suzie to make sure his baby stayed inside. Every time Suzie pushed he pushed back. But right as they got into the parking lot Suzie was able to push her babies head out. "PLEASE JUST LET ME FINNISH" "NO, YOU BETTER START WAIT TILL THE DELIVERY ROOM" Jack pulled her up. It was hard to walk when there was a baby in between her legs. Jack manage to find a wheelchair and sat her down. When they got to the lobby Jack yelled for the doctor's help but in vain because with one final push his son was born.
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A birthday present for my dear, beloved friend @nobrakesdown. Cove, I hope you have the wonderful birthday you deserve. Thanks for being my friend, writing buddy, sounding board and everything in between.
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Daniel's heat is late. First one week, then two, then three. At four weeks he starts to worry. He's usually like clockwork, has been since his first heat at 15, but now, not even a skin prickle at the back of his neck. He makes an appointment with his gynecologist and goes into the office more anxious than he'd like to admit.
The nurse gets him in the room and takes his temperature, a little high but not a fever. His blood pressure is high too.
"Ha, sorry," he says to the nurse, a pretty beta with long blonde hair. "Just a little anxious."
"That's okay. It's not uncommon and it's not in a danger zone or anything," she assures him. "Is there any chance you could be pregnant?"
Daniel hums. He's been on birth control a long time. "I doubt it."
"Well, either way, we have to have you take a pregnancy test." She hands him a cup. "Just pee in here and leave it on the counter next to the door. When you're done, undress from the waist down and press the button on the wall to let us know you're ready, okay?"
Daniel gives her a thumbs up and does as he's instructed. The wait for the doctor is agonizingly slow. He scrolls through Instagram on his phone but it doesn't do anything to speed up the passage of time. Eventually the doctor knocks.
"Come in," Daniel calls out and Dr. Bernard comes in.
"Well, Daniel," she says, sitting down on the stool next to the table. "I'm just going to start with this. Your pregnancy test came back positive."
"But…" Daniel says, starting to sweat.
"I know you're on birth control but have you missed any doses?" She asks kindly.
"No, never. I take it at the same time every day. I have a special alarm and everything."
"Have you been sick? Taken any antibiotics?"
"I had a sinus infection about a month ago and the doctor gave me something for it."
"Did he warn you that antibiotics can make birth control less effective and that you should use backup contraception until after your next heat?"
"Uh... He did not. Was he supposed to?" Daniel asks with raised eyebrows.
Dr. Bernard sighs. "They never tell people what they should. Well, I'm sorry if it's bad news, and we'll take a blood test to confirm just to be sure, but you're pregnant."
Daniel puts his face in his hands. Fuck, what is he going to do? What is he going to tell Max? They've really only just gotten together. Only a few very happy months and now Daniel's gone and ruined it.
Dr. Bernard pats Daniel on the knee. "I'll give you a moment and then we'll do your pelvic exam."
She steps out of the room and Daniel texts Max.
Daniel: are you busy today?
Max: just finished at the sim
Daniel: can you meet me at mine in like an hour?
Max: i'll be there
Daniel sighs and sets his phone down. They do the pelvic exam, take Daniel's blood, tell him they'll call him with the results tomorrow and to talk about next steps from there.
Max is already in his apartment when Daniel gets home, sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looks up when Daniel comes in and smiles, wide and happy but his face falls when he sees Daniel, turning to concern. Daniel kicks off his shoes and crosses the room.
"Hi Maxy," he says and collapses down onto the couch next to him. "I have some news."
"Good or bad?" Max asks, eyebrows drawing in.
"Um, I haven't really decided yet. Still kind of in shock about it." Daniel rubs a hand over his face. "I'm pregnant." He keeps his face hidden in his hands.
"Daniel," Max says, voice hushed. He pulls Daniel's hands away from his face.
Daniel gives him a wry smile. "Surprise? I'm so sorry. I know we didn't plan for it, but I think I'm keeping the baby," he says, which is a surprise to himself as he says but it's true. He is. Fuck, he's gonna be a dad.
"Daniel," Max says again and his face is broken open into a wide grin, eyes scrunched tight and happy. "This was, of course, not something we have talked about before but if you want this, I want this, yeah?"
"Really?" Daniel asks, feeling his eyes well with tears. Stupid pregnancy hormones.
"Of course, Daniel. Yes. I have always wanted children and…"
"But we've only been dating a few months."
Max laughs. "And I have been in love with you since I was 18. Let's have a baby Daniel."
"You and me, huh?" Daniel asks, matching Max's laughter.
"You and me," Max assures. "I'll be with you the whole way."
And now, now Daniel feels hopeful instead of the terror he felt sitting in that doctor's office listening to his test results. He won't be in this alone. He has Max by his side and maybe they can do this. Maybe it will be okay.
The blood test results come back positive the next morning. Max holds Daniel's hand as they listen to Dr. Bernard lay out their next steps, the ultrasound appointment he'll have next week, the email she'll send with pregnancy nutrition and prenatal vitamins, all of it, and instead of overwhelmed like he thought he'd be, Daniel feels happy, like this is the right choice, like he and Max are starting a life together along with the life inside him.
Max kisses him when the phone call is over. He puts his hand on Daniel's belly and kisses him again, and Daniel knows things are going to be alright, better than even. Things are going to be great.
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Other woman
Pt.2
"Hey you there?!I-I'm pregnant." You sniffle into the phone. Eyes red and swollen from crying since you came home from the doctors' appointment. The one person who held your heart. The father of your future child was dead silent on the other end making the pit of anxiety that was in your stomach grow bigger. It makes your mind drift as you subconsciously rub your stomach.
To think it all started with just a few words.
"Hey you lost?" You look up at the the dark haired male who's hand is on your shoulder. Shaking you out of your thoughts.
"No, I just came looking for my friend. You might know him. He's name is Atsumu Miya? I'm trying to surprise him but I can't seem to find him." You place the picnic basket down and crack your back and hands from the heavy basket.
"You just missed him. He left like 5 minutes ago." You could feel his eye roll even though his face remained stoic as he huffed barely for you to hear it.
"Are ya serious? Imma kill that 'samu. Always givin' me the wrong information." you storm off to the double doors and tap your foot with heat to it pressing your phone against your ear.
" 'samu? Imma kill ya when i see ya just so you know. What do ya mean what do i mean? 'tsumu isnt here! Ya said they would still be practicin'. Im breakin all yer windows. What? Hes there? Ok ill see ya in 5. Better keep yer lips shut tight so this surprise aint spoiled. And fuck no my accent aint slippin." you press the end bottom and take a few breathes in and our before making you way over to the fox like man.
"thank you i found him. You can keep the basket...?" You pause for a name while handing him the brown woven basket.
"Rintaro. Suna rintaro" he said as he takes the basket from you making you smile.
"well rintaro. Suna rintaro. I better be going before I miss him again. I hope we cross paths again." Letting out giggles as you scamper away leaving the brown haired boy craving your presence more.
And more is what you gave.
It started when he asked for your name and number when you came with Osamu to one of his games. Looking so pretty in your jeans hugging your curves and cropped shirt. Soon becoming an inside joke between you two that pressed the boundaries of friendship and turned it into one of lovers.
"you're so beautiful (y/n). I want to marry you one day." he makes this promise under the moonlight laying kisses om your hands and rubbing your knuckles so tenderly like you were only his. Only meant to fit this two person sized puzzle.
It was two months later you started feeling sick. Throwing up with your tummy cramping from here to here and feeling like you would pass out. You waited to see blood appear due to it possibly just being the chance of your first day period cramps. It never showed up and a week past the day it was scheduled to start it never did.
This made you rush to the hospital with your two best friends in tow. asking the doctor if you had some sort of zombie disease making you throw up everything you eat. He takes some of your blood and urine to test.
It seemed like hours before the test were done.
"all im sayin' is why did he have to take both yer blood and piss. Hes either a vampire or he has a piss kink.maybe both" atsumu comes up with his conspiracy theory as he gets smacked in the back of the head by osamu.
"He aint got no damn piss kink and he aint a vampire. Yer the reason why (y/n) asked that stupid ass question about zombie diseases." He clicks his tongue before going back to holding your hand rubbing it to calm you down.
"Well 'smau. Ya never know?! They're some real sickos out there that wants to get ahold of someone like , (y/n)'s, piss." He rubs the back of his head, "speakin of piss where'd Suna piss off too?"
"He hasn't been picking up my calls. I know he goes M.i.a sometimes but I'd rather have him here then piss kink boy." You laugh snuggling into Osamu's side as he makes you scoot over so he could sit on the bed with you.
"Watch. He's gonna come in here talkin only about your blood and it'll show yer doctor does indeed have a piss kink." He turns his nose upward and hmphs.
"C'mon and cuddle me 'tsumu. I need my piss hair friend to cuddle me with comfort." Osamu joining with you in laughing as his twin begrudgingly comes over grumbling.
There's 3 knocks on the door before you announce that they may enters. The doctor with the clipboard and a packet of stapled paper with material that clued to her side.
"We did some test on your blood and you're urine and congratulations ms.(l/n) you are pregnant." It felt like time stopped. The twins could feel you tense up.Atsumu coughing up a storm after swallowing his saliva the wrong way but still trying to comfort you while Osamu listened to what else the doctor said, " this is a packet of information on pregnancy. It contains what can and cannot be eaten,Exercises that would help , and trimester information. Right now she is still in first trimester and needs to be very careful with things and stress for they could be harmful to the babies."
"what about a-abortion?" you look at her with watery eyes as she look at your dishevled apperance.
"that is an option ms.(l/n). Take your time and consider it over and if you still want to go through it. We will set up a date when you come back." The doctor hands over the document and leaves the room.
You wait until she leaves to turn into a sobbing mess leaving stains onto Astumu's shirt who pats your back.
"cmon now (y/n). Ya heard the doc crying ain't good for you or the baby." you sniffle and dry your face letting the disgusted face of Atsumu make you laugh quietly.
"Are you gonna tell suna? He is the father right?" samu asked getting swatted by his twin.
"of cours' hes the father you tryna say my best friend hussy?"
"no you idiot. Im sayin' suna aint always around so maybe she looked for other people."
"yer calling her a hussy dumbass."
"piss hair."
"yer onigiri sucks."
And thats how you end up calling suna 12 times since you came back home. Silently crying as each time it went to voicemail was a stab in the gut while the knife twisted. You gave up after the 12th one just laying next to your phone bawling your eyes out until 30 minutes pass and you recieved a call for suna.
"Suna? Hey you there?" you called into the phone but only met with silence, "h-hey you there? I-im pregnant suna. I don't know what to do im ao scared. Please come over." you cry into the phone breathe hitching as you are met with a feminine voice.
"What's your name?" you could hear the crack in the female voice.
"my name is (y/n). Are you suna's friend? I-is he there?" you ask scarily heart pumping with adrenaline waiting for her awnser and soon flatlining when she gave it.
"I'm his wife of 2 yrs." she says and you stutter out a sorry and cry to her that you didn't know he was married.
"It's ok ,love. It's not your fault I put all the blame on him. W-would you meet me later this week? So we both can get some closure." You could hear her tears fall making your heart clench as you tell her yes. She hung up as soon as you could hear Suna in the background.
Now you where curled up with a pillow. Sitting alone with the thoughts of you were the home wrecker. The mistress. The other woman in suna's
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Kenji headcanons
As stated in the pinned post: he has dissociative amnesia so his memory just blanks and gaps lot of the events since his friend died and just in general
Audhd(self explanatory)
transmasc (his village didn't really have a strong concept of gender anyways tho)
Dyscalculia- so he's not great at anything to do with numbers or amounts or distance or direction or anything adjacent to that
So he actually would get lost probably as much as Ranpo except he's constantly asking people know the street for directions (it helps him make friends)
Has absolutely been scammed many times before because even in bartering he does not know easily how to tell a fair deal
Does not know how to tell time at all if you ask him what time it is he'll say something like 'still light out'
Technically doesn't live in the agency dorm (his main job is farming afterall)
he really likes bugs and spiders.
High pain tolerance (that boy has been shot and stabbed and works hard in fields he knows how to withstand physical strain and injury(not that he gets injured often(if he's hungry most blunt force thing cant injure him unless they're from an ability))
He's a bit of a "I know a guy" person for everything. Even like majorly concerning things that this child should not know a guy for
Sends weird city things back to the village (like stop signs and lunchables and a scooter and a manhole cover and a security camera and a flashlight)
His body doesn't know how to metabolize foods or drinks with too much sugar or artificial stuff in them so eating or drinking them with make him really sick
Also cannot handle spicy food. He can handle spice, just not spicy
On the subject of food: he has really unhealthy eating habits (will only really eat at night before going to sleep(if his poor internal regulation skills don't make him forget he's hungry) or if it's with other people after he's done everything he needs to do)
Will take anything his friends say as gospel if he doesn't already know otherwise.
Drinks milk straight from the carton like a madman
Strong tight fucking hugs(boy is restraining himself, unless it's Dazai. Dazai he can squeeze)
Does not like overly loud or cluttered noises(unless he's causing them)
Accidently gets the ADA in trouble for so much collateral damage.
His parents are fully still alive (he was mostly raised communally though, a lot of things in his village were group efforts)
Fully does not to hesitate to ask for help when he needs it but because he's oddly capable on his own he often doesn't actually think he needs it unlessnits specific things that he already knows he's not good at
Not very curious if it's not city related actually. He's content with his own knowledge. (Widlife documentaries are like cocomelon to him though, he will not look away)
tends to be either really late or really early to things. No in between
He has so many freckles
After his friend died he developed claustrophobia and a fear of drowning(though the latter hasn't come up for him yet and isn't as strong as the claustrophobia)
Bites his nails and pencils and erasers and stuff
Gets sick pretty often. His immune system isn't used to being around so many people and the new environment
Also generally just has bad physical reactions to things a lot of the time(like processed foods)
He can cook really well from scratch though (like literally bro can make flour from wheat)
Can't really use most technology well.
Not a headcanon but just a timeline reminder: Kenji joined the agency two months before Atsushi
Back to headcanons:
Kenji only got his ability after his friend died(I'm still tryna timeline this. Kunikida says the flood was "a long time ago" but Fukuzawa investigated it and found Kenji and Kenji looked the same and I doubt he found him then left and then awhile later was like "hey let's go back and get him actually" so I'm tryna decide when exactly it was. I like to think maybe 4 months before the start of canon and 2 months before he joined max? Idk id love feedback)
He doesn't remember the days surrounding his friend's death either
Would break stuff on accident a whole lot way more often before joining the agency and passing his entrance exam like it was a very very common occurrence
accidentally hurt a number of farm animals this way, some chickens got worse than that cuz tiny
Spent a lot of time sleeping for the first bit because normal eating schedule would knock him out three times a day
without his ability he's still pretty fit because his strength ability is a recent thing but since getting it his actual body has slowly been getting weaker and weaker
Gets really bad motion sickness in vehicle
Uhhh other stuff I'm forgetting
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Grease and Grunge Part 2 - E.M. and B.H.
Episode Summary: You reflect on the last week as you ready yourself for camp.... only to get a rude awakening when you get there.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (IM BEGGING), smut, angst, overstimulation, oral sex, masturbation, cum play, slight? Dub con? (Just Billy ignoring you being overly stimulated.)
A/N: If I'm ever missing any tags or need to adjust, please, please tell me. BUT YAY WERE FINALLY TO CAMP!
Prologue Part 1
Paranoia was not a good look on you. Every time your mom opened her mouth, guilt bubbled up inside you. Admission of all the naughty things you'd been up to all month long was cradled on the back of your tongue every time you felt her nearby. The tarry taste of nervous lies tainted your mouth, foaming at the corners.
Dinner with your parents tonight was filled with quiet chatter from your parents, but you could barely focus. Not when the image of Billy's mud-covered knees from the night he drove you home was all you could think about.
Eddie had felt like freedom, like sprinting into the untamed wild.
Billy, however, had been a consuming storm that ripped you out of the little woods and thrown you far.
The shadowy memory of his teeth nipping your pussy, with no regard for you pain and pleasure as he knelt in the mud of that field had you squeezing your thighs together in the middle of the dining room on the night you were given your diploma.
How were you supposed to function when he'd knelt on the ground for far longer than you could handle eating you out. He'd wrapped his arms around you and slotted you against his face in some kind of unbreakable hold as you sobbed into the air. There was no sense of time as you thrashed and jerked his hold, but the sun had set, and you lost count of how many times he made you cum on his face.
He didn't let you up until he had his fill, no matter how you begged and screamed with overstimulation. Eventually you just whimpered and jerked under every motion he gave until he finally stood, the collar of his shirt saturated with all the fluids he'd coaxed from you.
You were thankful he was finally done as you sniffled on the hood of his Camero. That was until he unbuckled his pants and you nearly wailed. If he ate you out that long and still wanted more you couldn't fathom anything else from him.
"Shh, shh, shhh, baby girl," he'd purred down at you as he presses his palm into the still twitching planes of your abdomen. The motion smoothed your skirt down in the wrong direction.
"I-I-I can't, I can't, no more, Billy. Hurts."
"I'm not gonna fuck you. Not until you're begging me to," he promised sinfully. "But I'm gonna sign my artwork. When you go home you gotta see the mess I made of your pretty pussy." And you only whimpered when he drew his own cock out. You trembled with a sick sort of anticipation as he positioned himself between your legs.
Wondering in the back of your mind if he was lying and was going to fuck you beyond your capacity. If it wasn't for Eddie eating you out until overstimulation earlier, you'd have been fine, you think. Maybe.
But Billy wasn't. He simply held you in place, dragging his shirt up to tuck below his chin. The motion revealed his flexing abdominals.
You cried out as he scooped two of his fingers between your fold. Shouting his name in protest as you dug your nails into his wrist.
His chuckle is dark and his eyes glittery when you writhe below him. "I got you good. Huh, baby?" He pulls his hand from your pussy and when you meet his gaze again, your eyes widen at the sight of Billy jerking his cock with your cum.
It was sick, but he caught your expression. The fucked-out shock first - the lost arousal second. It made him grin in satisfaction. "That's it," he coos, voice hoarse. It's a wet sound of him sliding his cock through his fist, especially when he begins to lose control.
His face shutters, eyes unblinking as they hold yours. More of his weight is pushed onto your belly as he groans loudly.
"Did you fuck him?" The words make you squirm harder, but his eyes hold you better than his hands could ever, shooting lightning through you. You gulp before shaking your head at him.
Billy fists your skirt against your belly and his hips jerk on their own accord as he sputters curses. You gasp when the first spurt of his cum splatters across your abused cunt. His continue to fist himself wildly as rope after rope after rope spills across you.
The jerk and whine you give seems too fully satisfy him as he swipes the head of his cock through your folds to wipe the last dribble. You push weakly at his chest when he leans down.
The taste of your cunt is laved across your tongue by his own panting mouth. It's oddly sweet when he moans into your mouth, "You drive me fucking crazy."
Then he's sitting up and admiring his work as he tucks himself into his jeans. "Get in the car," he grunts.
You were sore and dehydrated by the time you stumbled home to get an ear full of your worried mother. You had to listen to the lecture so long Billy's cum was dried to you when you showered. To your surprise, there was no more cat and mouse game from Billy. Just tender touches hidden by everyday moves. A teasing tug of your hair in class, a brush of his thumb over your arm as he passed you in the hallway, even soft glances from across the cafeteria.
Ironically, there was similar moments from Eddie.
...and the complete opposite from Jason. The shiner he was sporting lay evident on his face with every glare you received when Billy wasn't around.
You refused to tell your friends what happened yet, too embarrassed by the dirty nature of your tryst. They'd known you were fooling around with Eddie last week... but you hate to see the reactions of you fooling around with both of them in the same day.
But today felt... final as you sit here with your parents at dinner. The expiration taunting.
"Are you sure you can't stay a day or two longer?" You mother's voice pulls you from your thoughts.
"Yeah," you answer immediately. "But I'll be back before I head off to school in the fall." Your voice nearly cracks.
"Well, that's too bad." Then she passes you a warm smile. "I'm proud of you." Guilt sings inside you as you give her the best smile you can muster. You're just grateful that some god decided to shine mercy on you that she hadn't heard about the other night.
The clinking of silverware against plates echoed as you all continued the quiet celebration of your graduation.
Part of you ached for the loud, blusterous celebration that Eddie had gotten from his uncle and friends, or the tearful pride from Mrs. Wheeler and Mrs. Byers. Instead, your dad had gotten the day off, suggested by his boss, just so he could sit here and eat dry chicken and unsalted vegetables. He'd barely spoken most of the night. Only offering you a pat on the back and a picture with you in your cap and gown.
It all felt a little cheap. Like playing pretend, only the other actors didn't put in the effort. The rest of dinner is filled with a one-sided conversation from your mom about your college plan she has for you.
It's three in the morning that you're stuck in a new nightmare.
There's no Billy. There's no Eddie.
You're stuck in your bedroom. The window is painted shut. The album covers and posters are missing, exposing your peeled wallpaper. The door is sealed too, you discovered when you test the door handle.
A creaking echos in the room. It makes you wrench around.
Your bedroom is void of all your furniture, all of your treasures. It's dimly lit. Only a nightlight illuminating the statue in the center of your room. "What?" You ask, creeping closer.
It's you.
The statue is stunning and golden and smiling like a princess. Small, delicate.
She's poised. Perfect. As you approach, you reach for it.
It cracks open slowly. A horrid stench hits you and you gag as you stumble back. It's too dark to see anything at first but a skinny hand curls around the edge of it.
Your name is croaked out of a dry throat. Terror sinks in your gut as you twist and run for the door. But it's still locked.
You glance back and find something small emerging from the golden statue. Flies buzz around you, releasing from whatever rotten creature you'd released. It takes you a moment to register what's emerging.
It was you. A rotten, disgusting version of you.
A deranged smile as it raises a hand and curls in the air. The carpet meets your hand as your compelled closer.
Despite your screaming, despite the fighting your dragged into its wet arms. Rotten flesh hangs off its desevingly little body. It's smaller than you, wasted away, neglected.
Inside the statue it drags you, giggling. You feel the tears on your face. "You opened the door," the monster coos as the statue shuts around you both. You whimper pathetically as you beat the walls around you.
"Let me out!" More giggles insue. It echos around you before your both falling deep into a pit. You scream again, sinking deeper.
Your cries batter around you as you fall deeper into the golden shell.
The campground is damp. You can smell the wet dirt and the mossy trees. Despite it being late May, the morning air was still chilly as you lug your bag over your shoulder and head in the same direction that Steve and Robin were leading. Something about it settles your mind immediately.
"I'm so glad you decided to come with us this year," you chirp as you quicken your pace to catch up. "I know it might be a little weird around Nancy still-,"
"Weird? It's so not weird," Steve rushes. It makes a snort bubble out of Robin's throat.
"That's a lie."
"No more drama," you promise him. A complicated look crosses Steve's face, one you can't quite decipher.
"Of course not, you're gonna get it on with whatever hot dude comes through here and were all gonna drink and smoke and relax for the summer. Right. Right." He urges.
"He's definitely being weird," Robin whispers.
"Definitely."
"Yeah, yeah, look, girl's cabins are over there. I'm gonna go get my shit unpacked before Mr. Clarke finds me and the other guys pick the bunk they want." With that you and Robin watch him go.
"Do you think he's going to handle this well?" You ask.
"Dude, that's his guilt walk. He's lying. I don't think it's about Nancy." You sigh and shrug at her.
"I mean last time he was here was when they got together... Now Jonathan's going to be here with her." She leads the way into the cabin, climbing the small porch you file in. No air conditioning. Well, you think, at least there will be the lake when it gets hot. It was a tiny room that barely fit the two bunk beds.
"Where's the bathroom?" You ask, poking your head into the the doors only to find small closets.
"Co-ed bathrooms, I think."
"Oh, yeah, Nancy said those can be pretty fun." You respond.
"Dibs on top bunk," Robin calls and you both work to unpack your supplies.
Barb stumbles through the door, winded while you're tucking the last of your clothes into the closet and mentally add moth balls to your shopping list. "Hey, Barb."
"Hey," she passes you a smile.
"I thought you rode in with Nancy and Jonathan?"
"I did. They bumped into Mr. Clarke and I bailed." Amusement fills you. "He said all the guys are here now, though." Barb sends you an amused smile back.
"Oh, like boys?"
"Indeed, like boys." You pass a glance to your very best friend. She gives you a week shrug from the top bunk.
"Go get 'em, tiger." With a hesitant bounce you move towards the door.
As you step out onto the path, your eyes flutter up towards Mr. Clarke and the two of your friend's he's holding hostage. You're hesitant about moving to look. Reluctant after nursing the spiraling motions your heart had been put through in the last month.
It occured to you this morning that you may never be able to get the closure with Eddie that you'd wanted. You wanted to rip the band aid off but there was no band aid. Instead, you were left with a withering wound of doubt when it came to Eddie and Chrissy.
Was he going to tell you? Would you have broken things off? Did Chrissy even know?
Even if Billy wanted you to stay away from him, you found yourself missing the friendship and the easy intimacy that came with Eddie Munson.
So even though you were going to scope out cute guys, there was really no way you could find yourself in any kind of remotely romantic relationship this summer. Then you peaked your head around the boy's cabin and your stomach dropped.
Because all three boys are set up outside the cabin, some kind of Mexican standoff it seemed.
You really had to hold off on manifesting, you tell yourself.
Because Steve was evidently mediating a tense meeting of Billy and Eddie.
"Alright! Alright! That's enough!" Steve snaps, shoving them both back. "Look, I don't know what the fuck went down between you guys but if you're not gonna get along then just leave. No pissing matches. Got it. No harassing the poor girl. Just let her enjoy her time."
Poor girl? He was definitely talking about you.
You nearly turn and run but this makes your blood boil.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," you snap. All heads turn towards you. "Did you guys follow me?"
"Steve invited me," Eddie relents immediately. "Said it'd be fun."
"I invited him when I thought you were gonna date him." Steve throws out very quickly. Billy just passes you a Cheshire cat grin, eyeing you up and down.
"You invited him, Steve? This was supposed to be a friendly outing." You huff out, incredibly frustrated. "And what about you, huh? Didn't you already have a job?"
Billy is still eyeing you warmly. "Overheard Steve inviting Munson. Heard your name. Besides, I'm getting paid to watch Max and she gets a free ride here because of it. I'm getting nothing but brownie points with my stepmom." You breathe deeply through your nose, increasingly annoyed as you glare at Steve.
"Great," you heave a deep breath, starting to leave.
"Wait, can we talk?" Eddie calls.
"Not a chance," Billy snaps, blocking him easily.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT," You snarl. You're stepping in between them. "Let's get one thing straight. There will be no fighting over me. I am not yours. I am not yours." You press them both with meaningful looks. "I am not going to be your rope in this tug-of-war, got it? I'm not dating either of you."
"Okay," Eddie relents quickly. "I understand. I'd still like to talk about what happened."
Billy rolls his eyes hard. "I told you-"
"Billy?" You cut him off. He tuts with irritation as you stare him down. It's far more intimidating, meeting his eyes on a lower height. Especially when all you can think of is the cologne he's wearing and how he ate you out on his car.
"Fine," he relents. "But I'm not going to stop pursuing you." You roll your eyes at him.
"Good. I came here for a fun summer. Don't bum me out, please." With that, you're leaving before more is said.
"Wait," Billy calls. When you turn back he looks far too cocky. "If I apologize to Munson will you let me fuck you." He bats his pretty blue eyes at you.
"Classy," Eddie scoffs.
"The only way you're getting in my pants this summer, Billy, is if you're both fucking me." That silenced them, the amusement completely vanishing. Neither of them were going to fuck you. This put a pin in that thought. Eddie might share you, you think. But there is no way Billy is willing. In the silence you trot back off to the girl's cabin, now regretting most of your decisions for the last month.
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(DISCLAIMER: So this is more a thought to explore...rather than a prompt per say...but you could also treat it as a prompt if it inspires you!)
Our favourite bunnies go at it pretty fearlessly because Tess can't have any more children. How does that landscape change if she could?
I've read some fairly unreal Pregnant!Tess fics, that's not what I'm suggesting here. But I think it would be interesting to get the Arien treatment 😎 on maybe a conversation or a scare?
(idk, tbh, I really struggled with myself about this one, whether or not or put it to you, but then I thought, hey wth, why not!)
Hi! Thank you for sending this thinky piece to me! I’m going to answer it here rather than a prompt (hope that’s okay) as I’m not sure I could do this justice as a full story, but it is certainly interesting to consider. I’ve been turning it over in my mind for a few days to get my thoughts in order.
Making Tess infertile in Drifters was deliberate to avoid traversing into some very dark territory because, other than the killjoy of pregnancy scares, I knew I’d be looking at going into multi-miscarriage territory. I think given the diet, the lifestyle, the tension and the constant dangers, bringing a baby to full term would be extremely difficult. And while bringing a baby (or a dozen, given these bunnies) into the story could’ve had its moments, I think it would have ultimately drawn focus away from what I wanted to do. And I also felt, well, they had enough to worry about without tormenting them with that, too.
I’m also kind of untraditional myself, so the progression of in love = married = babies isn’t really my jam, even though I still find the concept kind of intriguing from a fictional perspective. (I mean, Tess and Joel as parents?? It is appealing. And I kind of flirt with that a bit with the fever dreams).
So with my rationale of why I did not do this out of the way I can now just give you a brain dump of Tessjoel pregnancy ideas that I might have done something with (and who knows? Still might somehow ...!) So trigger warning out there, this would be dark:
Tess finding out she’s pregnant between Missouri and Tennessee and hiding it for as long as she can, hoping it will just go away on its own or more likely
Joel figuring it out before she does because he is Attentive Father and Husband 101 and being like, “… is there any chance that maybe you might be … pregnant there, Tess?”
Violent morning sickness resulting in the trio holing up somewhere we didn’t see in the story – Tess quickly unable to travel, basically.
Everyone being extremely miserable and scared about it the whole time.
Tess ultimately miscarrying and then a whole lot of trauma and guilt because she wanted that to happen.
Joel not there when it occurs and Tess only telling him like, days later that it’s gone.
Joel wanting the baby the whole time, because his key jam in life is to be a father, and although he was sensibly scared about what this would all mean he actually felt good about it.
Tess then breaking things off with him entirely, not so much because she was afraid of falling pregnant again but because of the guilt being amplified when she realises that he really wanted it.
Meeting up with another group a few weeks later when they get moving again and Tess deciding that she’s going to leave with them.
I don’t know, maybe not seeing one another for awhile? Months? Maybe a year or so?
Finding one another again, maybe somewhere like Sioux Falls/if not actually Sioux Falls.
Naturally they’re at it like rabbits again, nothing has changed about the way they feel for one another.
Things are good for awhile, they’re careful.
She’d fall pregnant again and this time they’re like, okay, maybe this is something good, maybe we should do this.
Tess extremely stressed, maybe not so ill this time around but not really coping so well.
Joel being the one to have a handle on it, he’d just think she was so fucking beautiful pregnant it’d be sickening lol. He’d be rationing himself to give her the best food etc.
Another miscarriage, this time Joel is there and with her the duration.
This time it pulls them closer together rather than pushes them apart.
… I did say it’d be pretty dark, lol. So yeah, I think that’s probably the kind of journey the Arien Treatment would’ve given that storyline. It would have changed everything.
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This is another personal post with TW mental illness. I'm sorry there have been so many recently. I really have nowhere else to put these things. Feel free to ignore.
I don't think my depression has ever been this bad before, in the almost 13 years I've had it. For maybe the past two months it's been steadily growing to a point of intensity that I can't ignore. The absolutely awful feelings won't go away. I can't stop thinking about how miserable I feel.
I can barely take care of myself. I eat takeout every day. There's garbage everywhere at my house. I can't get shit done at work and at some point people are going to notice. I have multiple really REALLY urgent doctor's appointments/calls I HAVE to make (one of which is to my psychiatrist who apparently I'm blocked from messaging on the healthcare app), yet I can't seem to pick up the phone. I am mentally incapable somehow. There's a wall there.
I have been told to exercise and meditate and I physically and mentally cannot. Again, there is a wall.
I have a video game I wanted to play, I try to play it, and I feel completely unattached to it (even though I have loved it in the past). I joined a really exclusive roleplay community for that game and proceeded to be too overwhelmed to make the character application and now the mods are asking me what I want to do. I haven't written fanfiction in two months because of severe burnout, and I miss it so desperately that it's making me realize I might have been using it as a bandaid/distraction. But my brain is so fried that I feel too overwhelmed to write again. People are leaving me nice comments on my fics and I can't even bring myself to read them let alone respond to them. My memory is so bad that I can't remember a lot of what happens in any of my fave series' and I feel like creating good fan content for those things is impossible at this point.
I'm ignoring online friends in my favorite server. I promised multiple IRL friends I would watch animes they like and I am feeling guilty that I mentally cannot do that. I'm dreading the two anime cons I have coming up in March because I don't think I'm going to feel comfortable in my cosplay this year. I have a close friend (who is also my coworker) who keeps trying to get me to do things with her and her husband and I keep turning them down because I'm worried I'll get overwhelmed by social anxiety and general awkwardness. Just the thought of having awkward social interactions is terrifying me and pushing me down harder than it ever has.
I had a boyfriend between October 2022 and December 2023, but I felt like it was a huge chore every time I had to see him and I developed zero feelings for him. I felt repulsed by the thought of us being romantic. We ghosted each other in December and now I feel like shit about it because he may have been the only chance I'll ever have at a relationship... but I also am in such a bad state that it's probably good things are over. Why don't I feel relieved?
I'm having physical tics in my abdomen and jaw that are getting worse and worse to the point of pain and people noticing. I can't talk to literally anyone without sounding upset, negative, angry. I had my best friends from out of state over a few weekends ago and I was so sick the whole time, I felt like I was letting them down. I've been repeating awkward interactions with friends and coworkers over and over in my head to the point where I think about it at night.
I haven't put my Christmas decorations away because I fucking CAN'T.
This week has been particularly bad. Yesterday I was working from home because of snow. When the snow stopped I rushed to my parents' house because I needed to be somewhere with people I know. But I was so negative in how I spoke with them, and it's making me feel even worse. I used to be really talkative and intelligent when having conversations with my family, but depression has taken that away from me pretty badly over the years, to the point where I can barely talk without thinking about how absolutely dreadful I am at conversation.
But today might be the worst of it (unrelated to Valentine's Day, though it certainly isn't helping). It pained me emotionally and physically to get out of bed, and I wanted to take a mental health day. Literally fell back asleep for an hour before I had to get up and DREAMT about taking a mental health day. But being alone at home is actually so much worse than being at work where there are at least people I am comfortable with. So I went in. I have been absolutely bombarded with depressed feelings all day though. I get up to walk down the hall to the bathroom and somehow that feels worse than sitting and staring at my computer without accomplishing anything. I'm sitting here crying at work, completely destroying the four months of tally marks I had for 'days without crying at work'. I didn't break my record, sadly.
I have a therapist. I have an appointment with her today actually. Maybe I'll just read all of this to her. I don't know where it's going to lead or what she's going to tell me to do, but all I want is to walk down the hall to the bathroom and have at least average, neutral emotions instead of carrying a chest full of raging depression. I want to be able to say something happy to someone so that they don't dump me as a friend for being toxically negative. I want to live, and I have things to live for. But damn if this depression isn't making it extremely difficult to enjoy those things.
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This is my reflecting on 2023 goals and themes post
My theme for 2023 was low fomo, which meant trying to pay attention to why I wanted to do things, and not doing things where the main motivator was fear of missing out. I think this was a very helpful theme, especially during the start of the year. I was doing so much at the end of 2022 and I was exhausted and always busy. Creating more time for rest and space between activities, and security in the knowledge that that was what I wanted to prioritise doing, even if it meant missing time with friends, was helpful. I lost sight of this in December especially, and maybe in October and November as well. I can see lots of reasons why that happened... which I'm thinking through and will shape my 2024 theme / goal
Submit PhD: I fucking did it dude
Continue pole: I was slammed by sickness at the start of the year. I was feeling real strong at the end of 2022, and it was extremely demotivating to be so fatigued for a while, and then so deconditioned. For about 3 months I didn't touch a pole at all. BUT I got back into it in the second half of the year and I'm feeling so good and enthusiastic about it again. I'm proud of myself for getting back to it and for taking the time off that was needed (even if I wasn't happy about that at the time (I wasn't)).
Continue studying Arabic: This was a bit on and off, for the past 3 months I haven't done any at all (pole + Arabic + finishing a PhD was too much). I am pretty happy with my progress though! I spent some time watching a bunch of Arabic telenovelas (are they still called that when in Arabic? Idk. Soaps.) with ~A and that was really fun. My teacher let me know that I'm now level A2 mid way through the year, which feels cool. I'm gonna get back into it!
Nourish relationships and communities that nourish me: During one of my check-ins throughout the year I decided to reword this to 'nourish relationships and communities that I value' because I thought the original wording was a bit too transactional. I think I kinda sorta did this but honestly PhD took over for a while and I wasn't nourishing anything much. And I'm not entirely sure about this, needs some more precision if its going to continue being a guide. Something to ponder.
Don’t accept work to please other people or to network before the PhD is submitted: I did this! I said no to a few work opportunities. And deciding that that is what I needed to do as one of my resolutions definitely helped me stick to it.
Plan a holiday with ~A: Kinda sorta not really. We had some little ideas about holidays to plan but then I went and got a job and will be moving overseas so that derailed our original ideas, so now we need to very immediately plan a holiday in Europe for next month. Not quite what we/I had in mind... but a holiday nonetheless.
Make more time for reflection: I did this sometimes! I journaled a LOT in Jan 2023, and I'm doing the same thing now, I guess Jan is a month of reflection for me! I definitely journaled a lot more than in 2022, meditated a little, and was quite intentional with checking in on these goals/themes every three months or so. Those check ins really helped me notice what I was doing with me time, and whether it was what I wanted to be doing. I'll definitely keep that going.
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Jaz help
I am on the waitlist for a Chi pup [not your propaganda, I wanted a chi since before I knew about your blog, but you did keep that fire going] and I am worried about issues with feeding. I have only ever had dogs somewhere around the 60lb mark. I have never free fed dogs or cats. BUT I am worried about both over feeding such a little thing and underfeeding leading to hypoglycemia. You have two itty chihuahuas and have worked with other toy or very small breeds. Do you keep emergency cheese or honey on you for the chis. How do you ensure that the chis have 'safe' areas away from the playful peeb, do you crate any of the dogs at night to keep pups from getting squished [have a dog about 65lb that sleeps where he wants to right now, willing to change that though]
I am so excited about getting a Chi but this is all new to me. Getting my boy was easier because grew up with dogs his size.
For Fae I freefed until she was about 6 months, then off and on (ie, only if I'd be gone from the house for 10ish hours) until she was about a year, and partially only because I added Tater around that time and Tater had been exclusively freefed at their breeders' house and I didn't want to shock my 3lb dog's system by forcing her to adapt quickly.
Once they were both pretty consistently finishing their food quickly whenever I put it down, I went to twice daily feedings and that's what they're on now. The main difference between them and the big dogs is that if they don't finish their food, they have the option to finish while I'm at work because I don't remove it. It's gone by the time I'm home and they gobble down dinner so w/e if it works it works I guess.
I have nutrical on hand at all times as well as easy soft protien sources. In honesty however I have never actually needed to use them. Any time I've been tempted, it's because they were Actually Sick and so weren't eating due to that and I had to solve that problem before I could solve the not eating. I was pretty worried about them when they had HGE last year (we just passed the anniversary of that 🙄) but again, emergency calories isn't going to fix "dog has bleeding from intestines until it dies disease" so I had to fix *that* before I could get any food in them.
I use baby gates that have cat doors :) I bought them in advance when I still had my cat Saffron, to give her a dobe-free place because my first dobe had scared her so badly. I have two gates with cat doors and then a third gate that doesn't necessarily have a cat door but the bar spacing is small enough for a chihuahua to fit through (this was unintentional considering I'd bought FOR THE CHIHUAHUAS) so that works too.
But overall they're also really good about establishing boundaries and for all Phoebe's a bit of a spaz she *is* really generally very good about respecting said boundaries. She annoys them on purpose yes but when they tell her to fuck off she does leave them alone. And she has gentled her play considerably for them because she's recognized that the more punchy she is the faster the chihuahuas are done with her.
Right now, everyone except Sushi is crated at night, and Sushi sleeps in the kitchen so she can sprawl out on the cool tiles. It's my preference to sleep with the dogs in the bed however recently a few dog-on-bed mishaps has led to me banishing everyone from the bed until I figure out who keeps peeing on my bed (pretty sure it was Phoebe...... but why.........) and how to keep all these allergens from Sushi from affecting my sleep (don't sneeze challenge: impossible). Also Phoebe will be going back to her coowner this fall for a while and she can't be out with that person's dobes because they won't accept a new bitch so she's gotta be crated at night since the resident dogs are loose. Which means she's gotta get used to sleeping in there again now that she's had a taste of being cuddled all night long.
That being said I've definitely had all four in my bed at once and honestly it's not that bad. The chihuahuas sleep in my arms, Sushi sleeps against my back, and Phoebe curls up in the nook of my knees. Tater sometimes goes through phases where she wakes me up at 3am by pawing at my face until I kiss and cuddle her- I don't know what sparks this behavior as it comes and goes but while it's cute it's also fairly aggravating because I am an insomniac so any sleep I get is hard won and I don't really appreciate being woken just to pet a dog knowing I might not fall back asleep for hours.
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Styx and Stones
Part 8:
"And even though I'm unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever." -Hedda Hare
Rooster sighed as his early morning alarm went of. Delilah snuggled closer to him... well as close as her nine month pregnant belly would allow her to get. Rooster skimmed his hand over her bump and hummed contently to himself. Delilah is due in two weeks with their son or daughter. They decided to keep the gender a surprise but made sure to have a name picked out for both.
Delilah let out a groan as she sat up. "What's wrong baby?" Rooster asked settling his had on her lower back.
"You child is playing soccer with my spine." She huffed out. Rooster began to massage her lower back for her. "Oh that feels so much better... thank you honey." Delilah sighed and kissed him.
She pushed herself off of the bed and stretched her arms above her head. Rooster stayed on the mattress a few more minutes admiring the sight of hus pregnant wife.
Delilah was one of those woman who was made to be pregnant. She had done nothing but glow throw the entire thing and took everything with stride. She never once complained about her morning sickness or how parts of her body began to swell. Rooster supported her through the whole thing from rubbing her tired feet and ankles to midnight craving runs. This pregnancy had been surprisingly easy on them... which scared Delilah to death.
But Rooster always reassured her that everything was fine. The more her belly grew, the more he worshiped her in all aspects of their relationship, especially in the bedroom.
Something about her carrying his child made the man insatiable. He would frequently praise her for it while he was buried deep inside of her.
"Maybe you should take a picture it will last longer." Delilah teased snapping him back to reality.
Bradley laughed and grabbed his phone and did just that. He looked at the image and it was perfect. She stood there in an oversize shirt and a messy bun, the sun just peaking through the curtains and her hand resting on her bump.
"Oh this might be my favorite one yet!" Rooster smiled as he showed it to her. Delilah snorted out a laugh and went to turn the shower on. "Are you going to join me or do I need to call Maverick and tell him the reason you are late for training is because you can't stop oogeling his niece whom you knocked up?" She joked before heading back into the bathroom.
Rooster shook his head and joined her in the bathroom. Delilah was already under the hot spray of water when Braldey slid open the shower door. He came up behind her and cupped her stomach in his hands and gently lifted it up.
"Oh that is nice." Delilah moaned out sinking back against him.
"Won't be much longer until the little guy or girl is here and I won't get to do this until the next one." Rooster whispered in her ear. "Next one?" She questioned him.
"Baby, you know how fucking sexy I think you are like this. So swollen and round and full of me. You really think I can only experience this one time?" He asks as his voice drops an octave.
"Well can we at least get this first one out before we work on number two?" Styx shoots back.
"Sure thing baby. Now let me take care of you."
Before she can ask what that means, Rooster is sitting down on the wide shower seat and pulling Delilah into his lap. He hard cock easily slips between her folds. Being this pregnant makes it hard for Delilah to do anything other than cling other her husband while he moves inside her.
Minutes later the shower is filled with the cries of their collective high. The pair finally emerged as the water begins to cool.
Rooster gets ready for his day in the sky while Styx opts for something she deems cute yet comfortable.
"Don't fly too hard baby... remember I'm bringing you lunch today on base around 12:30." She reminds her husband before a pain twinges through her stomach.
"Honey are you okay?" Bradley asks rushing to her side. "Yeah, the baby is just kicking pretty hard today is all." She waves him off.
"Are you sure it wasn't a contraction? I can call in today..." Rooster is filled with concern.
"I'm not due for another two weeks Bradley, everything is fine." She reassured him before sending him out the door.
A few hours later Delilah made her way onto the Naval base. She waddled down the hall towards the briefing room, ignoring the cramps she had felt all morning.
When she walked in Hangman, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, and Maverick where all there observing and listening to the training exercise. Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob were giving the new class of pilots hell in the sky.
"Hey there is our favorite baby mama!" Coyote exclaimed getting up to hug her.
"Kid still sitting snug on their perch just like their dad I see" Hangman joked while helping Styx into a chair next to her Uncle.
"Hey there sweetie." Maverick greeted her and kissed her temple. "Care to listen in and provide some feedback?" He asked handing her a headset. Styx quickly took it and put it on. While she couldn't be in a plane she was eager to help.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the is Lieutenant Comander Styx Bradshaw speaking and I can see that my husband and his partner are putting you through it right now." Styx said into the mic.
"Honey? You're hear early." Rooster called back smiling.
"Got bored and wanted to see how training was going. Have you made anyone puke yet?" She asks him
"No but I have!" Phoenix joins in.
"Miss um Styx ma'am..." one of the new pilots asks her "Yes....Stormy..." She starts as Mav informs her of the pilots call sign.
"Is it true you have 8 confirmed kills? Rooster talks about how amazing his wife is all the time and how it's a shame we couldn't fly with you because of your um... condition." The pilot says trying to be polite.
"Yes sir, 8 confirmed, but don't let him fool you... Rooster is an Ace himself!"
Just then a loud explosion is heard.
"What the fuck was that?" Styx asks
"Rooster is on fire!" Phoenix yells
Delilah and everyone hear him trying to put out the fire, but it's too late. The sound of Maverick yelling at him to eject filled her ears.
"Rooster! Rooster! Bradley come in! Rooster!" Delilah wails as the coms go dead. Everyone in the room is looking at each other not sure what to do. Delilah let's out another loud scream and almost collapses on the floor. Hangman and Coyote rush over to catch her.
"Del, everything is going to be okay. They saw a parachute its going to be fine." Jake tells her helping her back to a standing position. She looks down and clutches her stomach, her worst fear confirmed.
"I'm not so sure about that" Delilah pants out. "Why not?" Coyote asks her while he and Jake are still holding on to her.
"I think my water just broke" She tells them with wide eyes as another contration rips through her body.
"Fuck" Jake mumbles under his breath as Deliah grips her stomach.
"Everyone, get your asses in gear now and get Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw back here right the FUCK now! His wife is in labor and I will be damned if he misses that!" Jake screams at everyone in the room. People began to move like their asses are on fire at his words.
Maverick jumps up from his seat with panic all over his face. He heads for the door ready to go hop in his own F-18 to join the calvary out looking for Rooster but Delilah stops him before he can leave "Uncle Pete, please don't leave, I need you..." while reaching out for his hand.
Pete grabs her hand and helps her into a chair. "Fuck, it hurts Mav." She grits through her teeth. "I know honey, let's get you down to the infirmary." Maverick tells her. "Payback, Fanboy, help me get her to the infirmary." Maverick commands the two men who are still in the room.
The duo come up on either side of Delilah as she flings an arm over each of their shoulders and help her up.
"Think you can walk Styx?" Fanboy asks her. "Yeah I think I ca....no... no... no I can't" She breaths out as the pain hits again. Not wasting anytime Payback scoops her up bridal style and beings to carry her while Fanboy races ahead to let the doctors know she is coming in. Maverick has to sprint to keep up with Payback while he carries her down the hall.
When Payback bursts into the infirmary with Styx in his arms and Maverick on his heels Fanboy directs them to a room that is waiting. Payback gently deposits Delilah on the on the bed.
"You got this Styx. I'm going to go see if I can help get Rooster back." He says before he and Fanboy take off.
Delilah is quickly changed into a hospital gown while several monitors are hooked up to monitor both her and the baby. Maverick sits beside her holding her hand.
The OBGYN on base Dr. Nelson quickly exams Delilah to see how far her labor has progressed. "Lieutenant Comander, it seems like you are about 8 centimeters dilated. I know you must be in pain but you have progressed so fast we can't give you an epidural now." She tells her. "It won't be long until it's time to push. I heard about your husband... I'm terribly sorry. Hopefully they can get him here in time. Dr. Nelson finishes before exiting the room.
"I can't do this without him Mav." Delilah tells her uncle as she starts to cry. "I can't, I won't." She breathes out and squeezes Pete's hand while another contraction rips through her body.
A nurse come in and tries to help her get more comfortable but nothing the staff or Maverick does helps her. Delilah is desperate to have her husband with her.
When the doctor comes in an hour later Delilah is fully dilated and is almost ready to push, there is still no word about Rooster.
"No, no, no!" She screams when Dr. Nelson asks her if she is ready to push. "I won't have this baby without him. I won't do it! Rooster is supposed to be here! It wasn't supposed to happen like this." She cries holding onto Maverick.
Dr. Nelson sighs and asks to speak to Pete alone for a moment.
"Admiral Mitchell... I understand that your niece is upset about her husband, the distress is probably what sent her into labor, put if she doesn't start pushing soon, she or the baby could be in danger and then we would have to perform an emergency c-section, and I don't want to do that. Please try and speak to her." She tells him as Pete shakes his head.
"Rooster!" Bradley hears Hangman yell across the mountain side as the Navy helicopter finally came to pick him up. "Hangman!" Rooster yells back as he runs towards his friend and the waiting aircraft. Both men hauled inside before Bradley can speak. It had been about three hours since he ejected and he was glad he had finally been located.
"Jake.... is Delilah okay? I know me ejecting must have scared her and with her being so far along I've been worried." Rooster asks him. But the moment Rooster saw Hangman's face he know something was wrong.
"Roos, Styx is not okay she..." before Jake could finish Bradley's heart dropped.
"Oh my God she is in labor isn't she." Rooster's eyes went wide as Hangman nodded back to him
"Fuck! No! I can't miss it.... oh my God no!"
"Rooster calm down! We are going to get you back to base. I promise you won't miss this!" Hangman reassured him as the helicopter became airborne.
"Delilah you can't wait much longer. You are going to have to push soon or you risk putting yourself and the baby in a position where the doctor is going to have to do an emergency c-section." Maverick told her as she tried to fight off her labor.
"This isn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this." Delilah cried into her uncles shoulder. "He is supposed to be here.... they are supposed to be here" She sobbed.
"Who?" Maverick asked looking back at her.
"Mom, and Dad, and Goose, and Carole. They should be here with you... with me..." She cried more.
"I know kid. I know it's not fair. But listen to me... this baby is coming one way or another. Bradley wouldn't want you to put yourself or your child in danger. Del, this isn't an enemy aircraft honey.... you can't fight it." Maverick told her kissing her hair.
"I'm right here. I know I'm not Rooster but I promise I won't leave you until he gets here. Now Delilah Grace, you have to push." Pete told her.
She looked back at him taking in his words.
"Okay." She responded before sitting up slightly and trying to push. "Roooooster." She called out her husband's names as if she could will him to materialize.
Roosters boots hit the ground as soon as the helicopter landed. He sped past the medical team waiting to check on him and ran straight for the infirmary.
"Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw, my wife she is in labor... where is she?" He panted to the poor nurse at the station who looked at him stunned when he burst through the doors.
"BRADLEY!" He heard his name being yelled. "Nevermind I'll follow the screams." He said running down the hallway
"Ahhhh.... I can't do it... I can't do it... I need him Pete" Delilah cried flopping back down on the bed closing her eyes and crying once again.
"Delilah! I'm here! Did I miss it?!" Rooster called plowing into the room and taking her hand that wasn't in Maverick's.
"You're here....you're okay!" She cried out seeing him.
"No you didn't miss anything Lieutenant Comander... we are all glad you are here and safe." Dr. Nelson told him.
"Delilah I need you to keep pushing. I can see the head. You can to this." The doctor told her.
"What do you need me to do baby. I'm here now." Rooster asked. "Can you get behind me like we did in birthing class please?" She asked.
Rooster quickly hopped up behind her as Maverick got up from his seat to leave.
"Pete.... where are you going?" Rooster asked looking confused.
"You're here now Rooster. She doesn't need me." Pete replied. "Yes I do Mav. You can't leave me now! Not when your grandchild is almost here!" Delilah groaned through another push.
"Grandchild?" Mav asked about to cry himself. Before Delilah or Rooster could say anything else a huge contraction rocked Delilah's body. Maverick returned to her side while Rooster supported her from behind. Both men gave their girl words of praise as she pushed with everything she had.
After a final push that Delilah was sure would kill her the cry of a health baby filled the room.
"Congratulations Mom and Dad... and Grandpa... it's a boy!" Dr. Nelson exclaimed as the infant was placed on Delilah's chest for skin to skin contact.
"Oh my God look at him." Delilah cried as the baby calmed and looked back at her with golden brown eyes that were definitely from his father.
"Oh baby he is adorable. I'm do proud of you... you did so good." Rooster whispered against her hair line as the held both Delilah and the baby from behind.
"You really did do good kid. He is a cutie... what are you going to name him?" Maverick asked
"Nicholas Mitchell Bradshaw... after Goose, Dad, and you Maverick." Delilah told him. "It wouldn't be fair to name him after just two of the best dads around we had to do all three... that why Mitchell for his middle name." She explained to him.
"Thank you." Was all Maverick managed to choke out while holding back a sob. "He truly is beautiful honey, but I know you need your rest. So I am going to go tell Penny the good news, however tomorrow I expect to be the first to hold him." Maverick joked sending the couple a wink and leaving.
"He looks just like you babe." Delilah said turning to face her husband. "Not fair that I carried him for nine months just for him to be your twin! Good thing I think you're so handsome." Delilah teased. "He is like 2 hours old he doesn't look like anything right now!" Bradley defended himself, but he knew his wife was right. He looked down and saw his eyes and nose. Baby Nicholas even had a dusting of his golden brown hair on his head.
Rooster smiled down at his little family holding his wife and son tightly.
In his head he whispered a silent prayer to thank those above for bringing him back to his wife once again and for bringing their son safely into this world. He vowed in that moment to protect them with everything that he had.
The Bradshaws enjoyed their moments of happiness and when their daughter Caroline was born two years later, they felt the same happiness yet again.
What a shame that all good things must come to an end...
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hi!
i came across your blog the other day and i wanted to tell you that you have a really incredible writing gift. your cottagecore has me hooked and i can't wait to find out what comes next.
would you be ok sharing any ideas you might have?
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oh? interest in TRNT and a new anon? yes please! 🥺 i would be happy to share some ideas
y'know, i actually have almost the entire fic planned out. i haven't intentionally abandoned the story... about once or twice a month the document gets opened and i'll write a few paragraphs, though i know that's not much. i feel like i've been going through something weird for the past year or so. i don't really know how to explain it properly. i haven't written a damn thing in so long.
between low engagement, me being sick all the time, and life being stressful (mostly this), this fic just hasn't come together the way i hoped it would. The Road Not Taken is still massively important to me and somewhat of a personal magnum opus so, i'll finish it... but i do not know when.
ideas below. i wrote more than i thought, and it's gotten me really excited about the fic again! please let me know if there's anything specific you'd like me to go into detail about
alright firstly:
the next big thing is what i've been calling the intervention arc. obviously we have to address some of the heavier emotional issues that both Annie and the reader have. nothing can move forward until our main characters are communicating again! both with each other and with their support system.
vacation arc! i want to write more about what's left of the world post-Rumbling on a global scale. i also need a reason to get them away from the cottage for a decent chunk of time so i thought i'd have them explore a bit.
there will be a subplot about the cats who live around the cottage, just for funsies. i have a chapter title planned for it and everything lmao
there will be a pretty major division amongst the eldians later on about some of them wanting to go back and live on Paradis. to be completely honest, i haven't decided how i want that to resolve and who, if anyone, is going to leave. but we have definitely not heard the last about Paradis. some assorted thoughts elaborating on that, and how the ending could potentially play out either way:
i don't know i should give EVERYONE a happy ending or not. my initial plan was to write what i think the characters would actually do in this post-Rumbling scenario i've imagined (let's call this Ending 1), but over time i've started to change my mind and be like: i'm not the mangaka and that ain't my job, so i should write my story the way i want. aka FUCK isayama, everybody gets a steven universe-esque happy ending (we'll call this one Ending 2) even though it might not be totally consistent with the way characters are written in aot.
i'd love to hear people's opinions about either ending btw
the largest difference that giving everyone a happy ending would have, is whether or not i decide to include Historia. i really adore her and in theory i want to give her a better ending considering how tragic she is, but where she's left in the end of the manga puts her in direct opposition with the narrative and the "not my monkeys, not my circus" attitude that the narrator feels so strongly about 😖 it would make me too sad to include Hisu at all if she's on the wrong side of things.
I want everyone to move away from all the politicking. they really don't have any business doing all o' that in my opinion... they're all early 20s AND child soldiers so like. please rest guys, you can be done with the whole saving the world thing...
after all, the idea of stepping away from the alliance and NOT continuing to involve themselves in global affairs IS the metaphorical road not taken
i do know how i want the fic to end in terms of Annie and reader, and it will be good. i don't wanna oversell it or hype it too much and then have it be underwhelming... but i'm hoping that their love story plays out in a way that people will call beautiful.
if i decide to go with Ending 1 then it will very much be a bittersweet narrative about how people naturally grow apart over time but everywhere you look there will be new sources of happiness and fulfillment etc.
Ending 2 would be much more idealistic. probably a bit unrealistic but it will give the characters ending that would make them happy and make us happy. true fix it fic style.
i think either would be cathartic for me to write in different ways so i really don't know where i want this to go yet. probably gonna wing it and see what feels right chapter by chapter.
I JUST HAVE TO ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITE IT
anyway like i said above the cut, i wrote a lot more than i thought i would. i got really into it pls send me more asks 🥺 it will light a fire under my ass and i'll finally finish chapter 10
#tsuki answers#🪻 anon#trnt annie#cottagecanon#this was so fun! and tysm for saying my writing is a gift teehee🤭
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The Temp (Adam Sackler x Reader)
Summary: You are the CEO of your company and your assistant recently left unexpectedly, you're desperate for a new one so the agency sends you an out of work actor. You had no idea what was coming when he walked through your office door.
Words: 4,755
Warnings: Pet names, slight degradation, PIV sex, masturbation
Notes: My God she still exists. Yes, Hi, I'm still here lolol I just haven't been writing much for me lately but I got this idea so please... indulge me the length of this. I was having fun!
You rubbed your fingertips along your temples, elbows digging into the lacquered oak of your desk. This day was becoming a bit too long for your liking, hours of back-and-forth emails, phone calls and one appallingly long meeting tensed your shoulders uncomfortably. This shit shouldn’t be possible on a Saturday.
The knock at your office door almost made you swear rather loudly at whomever was occupying your time as you were trying to finish up for the day. But when you looked up you saw it was Adam leaning against the frame of your open office door, and that urge eased. He was always a welcome sight, a presence that changed the atmosphere of your office simply by walking into it.
Adam Sackler had been a very last-minute temp replacement when your new assistant had taken long-term sick. He was an… odd choice for this office, an ‘in between work’ actor with little to no experience but he was all the agency had to offer at such short notice so you’d taken him. Usually, flashy high-powered suits were all that roamed these halls and Adam had certainly been the odd one out when he’d walked in on his first day.
Currently he rolled on his heels in your doorway, dressed in dark blue jeans and a khaki-green t-shirt.
You’d spent the last three months desperately trying to get him to stick to dress-code, an impossible task it seemed. But this time the tiredness that sat heavy in your bones, and the fact you’d asked him to come in on a Saturday two weeks in a row, meant you let it slide this one time.
“You ok?” he asked.
You let out a sigh as he sauntered towards you, “Exhausted, irritated… the usual.”
Adam chuckled, it was low and deep and understanding. He was working as your temp assistant for the next year so he had to be reasonably well versed in the shit that crossed your desk on a daily basis.
In fact, he’d been the only assistant in a while that liked to know the ins and outs of what he was being asked to do. Morbid curiosity more than anything at the inner workings of a high-output, multi-million dollar firm.
“Can I take anything off your plate?” he asked and your heart soared, no one asked you that. Ever.
You shook your head, “Everything’s pretty much done for the day, just a few more emails and-“
“-Thank fuck, cause I was hoping we could… head home?” he interrupted you, a cheeky eyebrow raise clued you in on his intentions. Even his body language changed, it wasn’t subtle but it was smooth. Like a languid sexiness trailed itself through his muscles, his body being drawn towards you as if dragged by a magnetic pull.
You smiled knowingly, “Feeling neglected?”
“It’s been days, I bet that pussy is feeling neglected,” he retorted. You admonished him with a frantic noise, gesturing toward the open door in horror.
He cackled, shrugging, “Office is empty.”
“You don’t know that!” you couldn’t stay mad, even if you tried. But to appease you he made a show of turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.
The click of the lock sent a jolt of electricity through your clit. Because little did anyone out there know, you and the new temp had been fucking for weeks.
After hours, in the bathroom, in the back seat of your car… everywhere he could get his paw-like hands on you, he did.
He didn’t want the fancy dinners, the new wardrobe or the expensive watch like all the other men that wandered into your life at the first sniff of money. All Adam Sackler wanted was you, all the time and in every way he could have you.
“Look I’m almost done, just let me get these emails done and we can-“
A loud ring from the phone on your desk drew both of your attentions. You rolled your eyes and pointed to the receiver, “Or I’ll get that instead….Hello?” you said, lifting it to your ear.
There was a beat of silence, it was a client, “Oh I’m so glad you called Jamie,” you replied. Adam snorted at the lack of sincerity you hoped only he could hear.
You watched Adam out the corner of your eye as he occupied himself; pulling at the spines of the books on the shelves to get a better look, staring at the painting on the far wall, quite literally twiddling his thumbs.
As you tried to occupy your mind on the matters being discussed you had to physically force yourself to pull your eyes away from him. The way the muscles of his back rolled under the light fabric of his t-shirt made your fingers twitch and that wasn’t conducive to good business.
That was until he invaded your eyeline purposefully.
Adam sat on the edge of your desk for a few minutes, fiddling with the pens in the pot and watching you, smiling when you kept looking up to catch his eye. Then his fingertips trailed up your arm, a shiver of goosebumps trailed all the way up and climbed the column of your neck.
You brushed him off and raised a finger, a signal to wait. Your eyes raked over him, the way his hair fell in his caramel eyes or how damn broad his shoulders were. He caught you looking and smirked, pointedly looking you over as well. He bit his lip as he stared down at your tits, slightly exposed in a tastefully unbuttoned blouse.
“No,” you said, and his eyes swiftly raised to your face as if he was being told off, “No, Jamie I don’t think that’s quite right, I agree. I’ll get accounting to run those numbers again, maybe a job from last quarter slipped through the cracks.”
Adam smirked in realization, scooting forward on the desk a little.
“That’s right, I think attendance at that meeting would be advantageous regardless of what we decide to do with the Williams account.”
His fingertips returned to your arms and you mimicked your motion from earlier and he raised his hands in mocking surrender.
The wait was barely long enough for you to get a sentence out. Then his foot nestled itself on the chair between your casually outstretched thighs. There was just enough room for him to get his foot there and push your chair back a little.
You watched Adam as he dropped to his knees in the space he’d created and crawled his huge body under your desk. You smiled in confusion at his movements, biting back a giggle at the way he had to duck his head. He nestled onto his knees and looked up at you.
He adjusted the chair a little closer to him with a tug, your free hand sprung out to steady yourself against the edge of the desktop at the speed with which he pulled you. Your breath hitched when his thick fingers wound their way around your bare ankle. A quiet cough covered it.
He bent, pressing his lips up the inside of your right leg, fingers barely touching you – holding you as if you were a precious antique. It was oddly unlike him actually, usually all rough and tumble, the gentle nature of him sent a ripple up your spine.
The hand on your left leg moved up, you heard the sound of his skin against yours as he glided it up and under the hem of your skirt. His fingers massaged into your thigh as he pressed his lips into your slowly heating skin. Your toes twitched in your heels, flexing against the swells of pleasure that melted through you.
Your ears sounded like they were fizzing as your mind clouded over, desperately hanging on to the conversation at hand as Adam took his time with you.
He sucked on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, by your left knee, and you hummed a gentle moan which you skillfully turned into a, “Mmmhmm, yes absolutely.”
You pinched his forearm and his eyes lazily raised up, “What are you doing?” you mouthed silently, gesturing to the phone, “What the fuck?”
“What?” he whispered back, innocent eyes holding your gaze. His hands slid up further as his lips occupied themselves on the new slip of thigh that had been exposed by the way he pushed up your skirt.
Deft fingers hooked your underwear and tugged, the awkward motion of it made you rise a little out of your seat and Adam took that second to make swift work of pulling your underwear down your legs.
“Excuse me for just a second, would you?” you said into the receiver, voice noticeably strained. You leaned forward and practically smacked the hold button on the phone, dropping the receiver to the desk with a clunk.
You reached between your legs and grabbed a handful of Adam’s hair, pulling him up between your legs.
“Ah ah ah!” he protested in pain, you let go once you were face to face. He pouted, doing a great job at acting innocent despite the fact he clutched your lace underwear in his fist.
“Can you behave?” you scolded; you wrapped your fingers around his throat. You didn’t tighten them, just held them there and felt his quickening pulse beneath them.
“Don’t know the meaning of the word,” he laughed, tilting his chin up defiantly and you caught him squirrelling away your underwear into his back pocket.
You rolled your eyes and ushered his large body out from under your desk, “Well learn! How did you even get under there? I-“
“Cravings will make a man do dangerous things.”
“Is that so?” you laughed, watching him paw at his jeans, “I’m nearly done, I promise.”
“You better be.”
You scoffed, “Is that an order Mr. Sackler?”
There goes that smirk again, “It might be, if that’s what you’re looking for tonight?”
A tremble went through your body, you were sure your jaw went slack for a second so you flexed it to compose yourself.
“Now are you going to sit on the couch and let me finish my call in peace?” you asked, voice thick with instruction as you vied for the power once again.
Adam nodded, a combination of a smirk and a pout lining his lips as he plopped himself onto the green velvet couch. You turned away from him a little as you picked up the receiver and clicked off the blinking red light.
“I’m sorry about that Jamie, where were we?”
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Adam was a wriggler, could barely sit till for three minutes let alone the ten that you kept him waiting for. You could hear the rustle of clothes and the tapping and shuffling of him writhing around like a child behind you. After a while curiosity got the better of you and you spun your chair to face him.
You viewed him with an intrigued expression as soon as you laid eyes on him, all shifty as mischief coloured every inch of him. You raised an eyebrow to show him you’d picked up on the something up his sleeve, humming into the receiver distractedly to indicate you were still listening.
Adam grinned, scooting his legs up and thrusting his hips just a touch to get comfortable. Your eyes were drawn to the newly emerging bulge there, you swallowed thickly before letting your eyes drift back up to his face. His cunning grin made your body confused, you didn’t know whether to be frustrated at his lack of respect or turned on at what he did next.
His hand slid down his torso as he took his eyes off you and focused on himself. His palm rubbed purposefully over his cock for a moment before he yanked his t-shirt off over his head.
When Adam looked back up, he could see your darkened expression and the way a pink blush tipped the apples of your cheeks. His eyes widened with lust; head tiled teasingly as he stood.
Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone was still speaking but it was like he was underwater to you as you watched Adam unbutton his jeans. He let them drop to the floor, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers he bent to pull them down. You watched him kick them free of his ankles and under the little coffee table, then he looked back up at you with a widening smile.
“Oops,” he mouthed silently with a pointed shrug. It was then you noticed the way your fist had gripped a handful of your skirt, knuckles white against the effort. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Are you still there?” Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone called out, followed by your name.
You coughed inelegantly, “Yes of course, sorry.”
Shaking your head at Adam you stood up, a warning. Your ability to focus was slipping with every next action he took. Whilst holding your eye contact his oversized hand gripped his oversized cock and your brain short circuited.
You weren’t even sure what Jamie had been saying for the last few minutes. You watched intently as Adam bent down to the sofa behind him and picked up something – your underwear.
As he brought your underwear to his nose, cock still in-hand, and inhaled you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Look… the phone line here is a little off today, keeps ummm breaking up. Can I call you back Monday? Hopefully I can get my guys to sort something for you for Wednesday but let me confirm that next week. 10am sound g-good?” you continued, clearing your throat to let the smooth professionalism shine through.
Jamie agreed and you managed to quickly, and politely, end the call. Sliding the receiver back onto the phone stand you leant forward on your hands, flat palms against the desk.
“What about that was behaving?”
“I-I’m sorry,” he laughed, hand still lazily stroking his cock. You crossed the room in as few steps as you could and just as he was raising your underwear back to his face you snatched them from him. Throwing them to the side they skirted to a stop on your desk.
As you turned back, he didn’t give you a second to breathe let alone speak before he was on you. His lips captured yours in an almost painful embrace, hungry and desperate. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of your blouse as you explored his chest and back. The feeling of him was intoxicating, you’d known you’d be lost to it from the first moment you’d experienced it.
Tension like no other. That’s what he gave you. Tension that made your cunt quiver from one look across a crowded meeting room. You’d never met another person that drew you in like he did, addicted you to his very presence from the first moment he could.
He was something different. You’d never quite experienced anyone like him.
Attraction to him was innate, primal. But it wasn’t instant, it had wriggled its way in slowly by bypassing every wall you put up against it.
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About a month ago you’d decided to redesign your office, nothing much just moving some things around and adding a few bits. You spent more time here than at home so why not make it a little more homely. You asked Adam to book you some guys to come and help move the bigger furniture around, and also, you’d asked him to source you a coffee table for the middle of the room.
Something nice, oak and sturdy – hopefully something that would last longer than you did in this office.
“A coffee table you can beat to retirement, got it,” he’d said, licking the end of his pencil before he started writing.
He told you he’d booked everything and then when the workers were scheduled to show up, one Saturday morning that you’d dragged yourself into the office to supervise, there he was. A loose vest hung from his shoulders and cargo shorts swung low on his hips.
You’d given him an expression of ‘what the fuck’ before he’d explained that he didn’t see any sense in hiring people to do it when he was right here. And so, he’d set to work that morning.
And as you watched the bulge of his biceps and the sweat trickling down the back of his neck in the summer heat, your cunt had reminded you that no wall, mental or otherwise, could stand in the way of that man.
Then came the kicker, the one that set your heart on fire instead of just your cunt. He produced a coffee table, it was nice! Really nice, exactly what you’d had in mind actually.
“Where did you get it?” you asked, watching him haul it in with it raised above his head before he placed it for your viewing.
“I made it,” he huffed breathlessly as he adjusted it. Your jaw had dropped, “You what?”
He stood up at full height to look at you, rubbed the back of his hand across his forehead to move hair from his eyes, “I made it, you like it?”
It had been a long time since anyone, especially a man, had made you speechless. So, you just nodded, blinking back tears as he turned away from you.
‘It was just a coffee table’ you’d thought to yourself as you tried to get it together. But that mundane coffee table had been the start of something out of this world.
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Now he cupped your face, you standing on your tiptoes as he arched his back over you. Your blouse made its way to the floor, followed by your bra. Standing back, he took pride in cupping your tits, thumbing over your nipples as they peaked.
Next your skirt was wiggled off your hips and you stood out of your heels, kicking them unceremoniously behind you.
This was not the first time you’d both been naked in your office but something about the thick, weighted atmosphere made it feel like you were glowing. Throbbing with need.
Adam grabbed you in one swift motion, spinning you so that you landed with a soft noise onto your knees on the couch. You felt the cushions move beneath you as he clambered into the remaining space. His hand slowly slid down your back, feeling the curve of your spine before landing a hard smack on your ass.
Your yelp echoed around the room and you cringed, God, you really hoped everyone had gone home.
He did it again, a satisfied groan rumbling from his chest, you squirmed as he gently lay his hand over where your skin had stained pink.
“What is it?” he asked, you whined in response and he laughed, “Would you prefer it if it was your cunt?”
You gasped, chewing on your bottom lip.
“I know you like that too,” he added smugly, hand sliding between your legs. Instinctively your legs parted a little, shuffling your knees further apart as you leant over the arm of the couch.
“Fuuuuck,” he growled as his fingers explored the pooling wetness he found, the awkward angle meant he could only give you a light smack but he did give you one. Several actually. Several smacks to your cunt in quick succession, the wet sound of his hand against your skin making your cheeks burn red.
“Please?” you whimpered, fingers clutching the hard arm of the couch. Your entire body canted forward as he landed more smacks to your aching cunt, your clit throbbed painfully at the dull stimulation of them.
He laughed, sarcastically because he knew you loved that shit, “Please what?”
You were dumbstruck into silence, only able to concentrate on the feeling of his fingertips gripping your hips. You fluttered your eyes open and looked up in front of you; in the most mocking way possible, as you could feel your jaw slackening and your mind losing itself to everything tangible but him, the thing that greeted your eyes first was your PhD certificate hanging up on the wall.
This man was going to fuck you dumb in front of the highest academic achievement you had, how poetic.
“You know what to call me,” he encouraged, his hand smacked down onto your ass cheek once again making your whole-body jolt.
“I-I don’t know,” you stumbled, you could feel the power willingly leaving your body. Sometimes you two really played, switching between your power and his. Your hand around his throat as he begged with a grin on his face or… like this. Where you surrendered the ache of your bones over to the touch of his magic hands.
His touch was an ointment for any ill, the ailments of a work day healing in the embrace of his arms.
“You know I love that Daddy shit, come on.”
The way his tone dripped with teasing made your body shudder, “Please Daddy?” you simpered.
The growl that greeted your words was reward enough but then you felt his cock slide between your folds, thick tip beginning to stretch you open. Your torso sank over the arm of the couch more, muscles melting under the feeling of his cock pressing along the walls of your cunt, your hands scrambling to steady yourself.
His body leaned over yours, pressing hot skin against hot skin, his hand wound its way around your neck and he pulled you up a little, “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”
The whimper you released earned you a chuckle, a harsh snap of his hips making you cry out, “Y-you sure there’s no one here?”
“Cleared the whole floor before I even came in here, actually told a couple people they could go home early…. Whoops,” he laughed before bending his lips to your ear, “So you can make as much pathetic noise as you want too.”
He snapped his hips again and the echo of your skin smacking against his competed for the loudest noise against the guttural cry you let fall between your lips.
“Thaaaats it,” he urged between gritted teeth, deep thrusts of his hips pulling desperate sound after desperate sound out of you.
Your nails scratch against the fabric of the couch, in any other circumstance the feeling and sound would have set your teeth on edge but right now it was the only thing grounding you in reality. His hands caressed your body, the curve of your waist down to the swell of your hips – you loved the calloused feel of his palms. Palms that showed his passions, his hard work. They were such a contrast to your manicured, highly moistured ones.
The caresses turned to grabs as he pulled you open to get a better look at the way your cunt swallowed him, “Fuck, yes. Look at that pretty fuckin’ pussy, swallowing me fuckin’ whole.”
With nothing in you but surrender your body jolted and jerked with each thrust, his speed increased and your mouth opened but no sound came out.
Reduced to a slack jaw and an almost silent whine you just let him move you, “You act all tough and superior out there, making everyone practically fu-ucking tremble with fear, but in here you are just my little whore.”
You nodded, screwing your eyes closed. The stretch of him was always too much, your body reminded you of that in the days following anytime with Adam. Like he imprinted your body with his cock, his mark was the ache between your thighs and the sting of your skin.
“Say it, go on little whore, tell me who you belong to?”
“Y-you,” you stuttered, the degradation was new. He knew it wasn’t really your thing but he also knew how far he could push you; he would stop if you asked. That remembrance of trust made a new wash of lust swim through your veins.
“Whose?” he taunted through gritted teeth.
“Yours Daddy! I’m Daddys whore,” you sobbed.
Your words earned you a triumphant laugh, “Good girl,” Adam groaned.
The arm of the couch pressed harshly into your chest; pain ricocheted off your bones but you leant even further into them. Body giving out as it visibly shook, edging closer and closer towards your orgasm. You pressed your face against the back of your hand, pushing your hips back into him as your body moved lower.
Your climax creeped up your spine and swarmed your stomach in an ever-tightening whirlpool, you feared he wouldn’t let you cum. This mood he was in felt dangerous to the bliss of your release.
However, the way his thrusts snapped at a stuttered speed told you he was close too, something you could use to your advantage.
“Please can I cum?” you asked, words a little muffled by the squish of your cheek against your hand. It was desperate, pathetic really, the way you sounded. But the feral grunts that Adam let out, the way his fingernails dug into your skin, made the embarrassment worth it.
He bent over your body, heat almost suffocating you, “Cum,” he said plainly, voice low in your ear.
Convulsion overtook your body, pleasure rattled you from your very core outwards. But he held you steady, kept momentum to fuck you through your waves of mindless orgasm.
Once he felt your body relax, he picked up pace again. Your hands clung on for dear life as you tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, frantic ruts of his hips creating the obscenest noise to background his unabashed sounds.
“Are you going to cum Daddy?” you taunted, still a little breathless. You turned as much as you could, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the way his face screwed up with pleasure.
“Fuuuck yes, where do you want it my little whore?”
“Inside, Daddy,” you replied, simperingly sweet for him. Thankfully you’d chosen that moment to look back at his face because you saw the way his eyes rolled back in his head.
Frantic thrusts caused you to bite back a scream and then suddenly he pushed himself impossibly deeper, a low graveled groan accompanying it. You felt the way he pushed his cock in, pushing ropes of cum deep into your spasming pussy.
Your body vibrated as he pulled out of you slowly, you felt the drip of his cum seep out of your aching hole and you hummed in satisfaction.
You heard him drop onto the couch and you followed suit, trying not to think about the fact that this couch would need deep-cleaning as you felt the wet patch start to seep into the fabric under your thighs.
“You’re perfect,” he huffed, kissing the top of your head hard.
You tutted, “Stop that.”
“Nu-uh!” he protested, hooking a finger under your chin so you’d turn to look at him. When you did you saw his serious face, the one that happened every so often when his playful general sarcasm molded into something genuine.
“I mean it,” he continued, “You’re damn fucking perfect woman!”
You sighed happily, curling into his chest, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
After a beat of comfortable silence he said, “So… are you finally going to let this ‘not so bad’ guy take you out for dinner?”
“I’ve told you Adam, you don’t need to buy me dinner.”
“I want too,” he retorted, fingers trailing gently up and down your back, “Please?”
You sighed; he’d been asking for a while. At first you thought it was just to be polite but the more he asked the more it felt real. But the guilt of asking someone to spend money on you when your bank account practically quadrupled theirs ate at you.
But he asked so sweetly and the way his fingers soothed you made your eyelashes flutter with sleep, lowering your guard, “Okay, one dinner.”
“Fuck yeah!” he celebrated, making you giggle, before pulling you closer. Gathering your legs up and across his lap so he could cradle you into his body, he’d never done that before. It made your heart skip a beat in a way it hadn’t done for a long time. The warmth of his embrace felt safe, a feeling that was largely alien to you since you were a child.
Adam Sackler really was a wonder. An enigmatic wonder.
An enigmatic wonder that was slowly turning from an office fling into something else entirely.
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