hibs expression sheet!!!

Would love to see no. 13 with Daniel

holy shit those prompts are spicy

sheeeeesh, got carried away again with this one and combined it with another suggestion that was sent in because it felt too hot not to use 🔥

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 900 words 18+ minors dni

prompts used — "how many times can i make you cum?" & "i’m not going to stop until you’re dripping with my cum"

It was his birthday, after all. Thirty years on the planet, making the lives of the people he loved better each and every day while appeasing the masses with his sunny disposition. It wasn’t a huge party by his calculation, under a hundred guests of his nearest and dearest, all vying for the opportunity to wish their gorgeous Daniel a happy birthday. But there was really only one gift he was chomping at the bit to unwrap.

You.

“This dress is my favourite,” Daniel whispered into your ear as his large hand slid across your abdomen, pinning you to his chest.

You hummed in response, cocking your head to the side with an appreciative smile, “Well I did wear it for you, birthday boy. You having fun?”

Daniel turned you in his grasp and wrapped you up in a tight hug, his pearly white smile sparkling under the pretty party lights above. There was something in his honey brown eyes when they connected with yours; a deviant glimmer that you knew all too well.

“I am but–” He paused, pressing a barely there kiss to your pouting lips, “I’d rather be home alone with you.”

Your eyebrow quirked with intrigue, “Oh yeah?” You weren’t surprised but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him while you had his undivided attention for the first time tonight.

“What could you possibly be doing alone with me, huh?”

It was a loaded question and Daniel took very little time to answer it, “You wouldn’t be wearing this dress for starters,” He whispered, fingertips trailing down the tight silk clinging to your skin – dark eyes scanning every inch of your body.

“Or whatever’s underneath it…”

The sly smirk across your lips spread as you toyed with the loose curls on the back of his thick neck, “Presumptuous of you to think that I’m wearing anything underneath…”

Daniel couldn’t control the low growl bubbling deep within as he tilted his head back, nor did he want to – his throat tightened as he imagined peeling off the thin material obstructing him from the one thing he really wanted right now. He was insatiable in your presence, greedy to see if you were telling the truth, hoping to god you were, and your words weren’t helping him – you were killing him.

“You can’t say that shit to me, sweetheart,” He snarled, tugging you even tighter against his warm body while his lips brushed down your exposed neck, "Not here."

Daniel’s mouth was heavenly and selfishly, you let yourself enjoy it for a brief moment before inching away – you were in public after all.

“Give me a list of things you want to do to me and I promise I’ll make them happen when we get home, baby. Please,” You begged with a whimper, wanting to hear all of the naughty thoughts racing through his brain; right here, right now.

Your name slipped through Daniel’s gritted with a whine as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, swaying you both to the music so your closeness didn’t raise any alarms. His lips brushed along the shell of your ear, voice deep and low as he scolded you; ‘you are so bad, you know that?’ and of course you did. It’s how you caught his attention in the first place.

“But because you’re begging me I guess we can workshop together,” He sighed, happily giving in to your mischievous request.

“The first thing I wanna do is taste that sweet, sweet pussy and make you come all over my tongue – fucking love it when you ride my face, baby. And maybe we can see how many times I can make you come like that, huh? You’d like that, yeah?”

It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyway, chin resting on Daniel’s shoulder as he whispered into your ear, “Thought so," and pressed a butterfly kiss to the top of your exposed shoulder.

“I’m always so fucking hard after watching you come undone like that, screaming my name so I reckon after that we just get down to it; maybe I'll fuck you from behind 'cause I know how much you love having me pound into ya, head buried in the sheets while I’m playing with your ass and overstimulating your precious little cunt too. Can’t forget about her, ey?”

A breathy moan slipped from your lips when Daniel’s tongue slid across the soft spot behind your ear. His booted foot nudged your feet apart and instinctually, your separated them as his tensed thigh nestling in-between your clenched ones. The contact wasn’t enough to ease the taut knot in the pit of your stomach but it was something to clutch onto as he moved you slowly from side to side, a low chuckle reverberating against your chest.

“You asked for it, baby; I’m just telling ya what I have in mind.”

“Keep going…” You whispered weakly, “Are you gonna let me come again like that?”

Daniel scoffed, “Course I will, honey. You’ll be seeing stars by the time I’m finished with ya,” He sweetly cooed as he guided your circling your hips into his, creating that friction between your thighs you so desperately needed.

“And I promise you that I will fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum because you take it so well, baby. And I know how much that turns you on, filled to the fucking brim while I fuck it deep inside you. God, I'm bloody hard just thinkin’ about it,” He shakily exhaled into your hair, dick stiff and twitching in his trousers against your thigh.

“You need to take me home right now.”

Daniel didn't need to be told twice.

the ol' smut muscle has been nicely warmed up after this one 🔥 — thoughts? feelings? let me know! askbox masterlist if you want to read more x

thank u for the tag @fizzy-watches-dps :)) this is the first time ive been tagged in one of these sorry about the wack formatting it needs to look good to appease my little monkey pea brain top 5 books: lord of the flies, wuthering heights, cant think of any others rn

top 5 shows/movies: dead poets society, midsommar, little miss sunshine, the batman [2022] [are you seeing the paul dano theme yet], there will be blood, dont hug me im scared

fav movie genre: idk the weird slice of life ones that have no point like little miss sunshine or just psychological horror

top fandoms you're in: dead poets society, south park ig, some of the og lets play youtubers (markiplier, jse, etc.), life is strange 1+2, metal family

top fandoms you’d like to join: scp foundation stuff, the welcome home arg

top artists you listen to: abba, ghost, gorillaz, la dispute, crywank, wilbur soot's old music, msi [i dont support their actions at all]

top songs currently: to be alone with you - sufjan stevens, voulez-vous - abba, tous les mêmes - stromae

a song that describes you perfectly: iris - goo goo dolls

top music genres currently: [according to spotify stats] rock, pop, permanent wave, indie, modern rock

favourite music genre: oh god idk uhhhh id just say rock if i had to pick

love language you're most comfortable giving: acts of service

love language you like receiving: physical touch, quality time

favourite aesthetics: liminalcore?? grunge, gross boyish boy things idk how else to word that [maybe transmasc-core]

characters you kin: stephen meeks [dead poets society], kinda charlie dalton [dead poets society], ches [metal family], richard cameron [dead poets society, listen i have my reasons], red guy [dhmis], nathan prescott [lis], max caulfield [lis], dwayne hoover [little miss sunshine], todd anderson [dead poets society], scott tenorman [south park, idc he listens to radiohead too], michael/tall goth [south park]

fav colour and why: grey, nice n neutral and chill or red bc it looks good on everything

interests i would like to talk about: just random obscure facts i have collected [..whales sometimes explode when they die], also the dark web, also morbid history things, also dead poets society and how we were robbed of the deleted scenes, also the 4th dimension, also philosophy and politics

fav animal/s: raccoons, cats, basking sharks

favourite season: summer or winter i can never decide

favourite weather: sunny with a breeze or violent thunder and lightning

sixteen personalities type: intp-t

mtg colour quiz results: planeswalker of the jeskai way, a combination of blue, red, and white apparently

kinda not serious fears: baby birds opening their mouths to be fed [its fucking horrific]

random tags [sry if u have already been tagged!]: @elistudies @springlikesmile @taciturnpoet @pinkobsessedfreak @dpsthinker and anyone else who wants to

❛ is that my shirt? ❜ for chadtate

them!!!!! loverboys!!!!!!!!!! also this takes place in 6, but before the events of the movie <3

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Tate was still half asleep when Ethan opened the door to his and Chad's dorm room, so he could barely find it in himself to greet him.

"Hi, Tate," Ethan said, cordially, stepping back so he could stumble into the room, because he was nice like that.

Tate mumbled out a hello, sights set on Chad's bed.

"You can't even say hi?" Chad teased from where he sat at his desk, watching Tate climb under his covers. "You're just using me for my bed."

Tate pushed his face into the pillow. "It's a nice bed," he mumbled.

Something in his voice must've exposed his less than stellar emotional state – or maybe Chad could just read him that well – because seconds later, he was pushing himself over with the wheels of his chair, and resting a gentle hand on the side of Tate's face. "You okay, T?"

As awkward as ever, Ethan stammered, "I'm gonna– Library. I have homework to do," before he was grabbing his bookbag off the ground and sprinting out the door.

"Do you think he's homophobic?" Tate asked, closing his eyes and pushing his face into Chad's hand. His thumb was stroking his cheekbone, soothing him.

Chad glanced at the door as if he hadn't noticed Ethan fleeing the scene. "Who? Ethan?" He shook his head. "I don't think he could hate anyone if he tried. Let alone gay people as a whole."

Tate shrugged. "You never know with white dudes."

Chad's hand shifted until it was in his hair, running through the strands. "Don't think I didn't notice you trying to change the subject. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Tate sighed, "I'm just.. tired."

Chad scoffed. "Bullshit. I know what you're like when you're tired," He pulled his hand away and Tate bit back a whine from the back of his throat. "You're incredibly annoying and grumpy. Like a mean old cat."

Seconds later, he was pushing Tate over and shoving himself beside him in the bed. He pulled the comforter over them and let Tate curl into his side.

"It's my dad's birthday," Tate mumbled into Chad's t-shirt collar. "So I'm missing him extra hard."

"Oh, baby, I'm s– Is that my shirt?"

A surprised laugh bounced out of Tate's mouth, bursting the rain cloud over his head, if only for a moment. "I don't know. Probably. You're the one who makes me do your laundry. It's not my fault if your things get mixed with mine."

Chad scoffed, faux outraged, "I don't make you do anything! You can tell me if you don't want to do it."

Tate laughed again, grabbing his hand and pressing kisses to his knuckles to appease him. "I know, I'm just teasing you. I like doing it. Gives me a chance to practice my househusband skills."

"Why do you get to be the househusband?" Chad asked, bumping their foreheads together.

"Gotta follow in my dad's footsteps, somehow." And just like that he was sad all over again, the weight of it covering him more than the blanket.

Chad frowned, but quickly replaced it with a teasing smile. "There's no way your dad was a househusband."

Tate rolled his eyes, trying to fight off the tears. "You know how my mom is, and he did everything she wanted. Always. And she can't clean or cook or anything well because she's always running from one story to another. And he was happy to do it for her, because he loved her."

Chad pressed a kiss under his right eye, squeezing his hand. Neither of them had considered letting go. "He was a good man. And brave as hell for marrying your mom."

Tate laughed.

"No, I'm being so serious. She scares the shit out of me. I almost died, and she still scares me more than that entire situation," he said, making Tate laugh so hard he almost fell. The bed really wasn't big enough to hold the both of them. "I'm not joking. She's like a viper in a pants suit."

Muffling his giggles into Chad's shoulder, Tate mumbled, "I'm so telling her you said that."

"Do not do that!"

Once Tate's laughter had subsided and they fell into cozy silence, Chad kissed his forehead. "You feeling any better?"

Tate nodded. "A little." He wrapped himself around Chad, not unlike a boa constrictor. "A nap will probably cure me though."

"I knew it," Chad mumbled into his hair. "You're totally just using me for my bed."

Dracula Daily October 3

The longest email we’ll ever get, so I’ve heard? Under the cut it goes then!

Let me put down with exactness all that happened, as well as I can remember it, since last I made an entry. Not a detail that I can recall must be forgotten; in all calmness I must proceed. Didn’t....didn’t we start an entry with basically these same lines some months ago? It sounds familiar...

The patient was now breathing stertorously and it was easy to see that he had suffered some terrible injury. My god he’s still alive!

I thought that, somehow, Mrs. Harker had come into the room. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!OOOOOOOO!!!!O!O!!O!O!OO!!O!O!O!!!!!!!!!!!

"I didn't know that she was here till she spoke; and she didn't look the same. I don't care for the pale people; I like them with lots of blood in them, and hers had all seemed to have run out. I didn't think of it at the time; but when she went away I began to think, and it made me mad to know that He had been taking the life out of her." NOOOO! NOT MINA!!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!

"Dr. Van Helsing, you love Mina, I know. Oh, do something to save her. It cannot have gone too far yet. Guard her while I look for him!" get yourself somebody who loves you as much as Jonathan Harker loves Mina

All the manuscript had been burned, and the blue flames were flickering amongst the white ashes; the cylinders of your phonograph too were thrown on the fire, and the wax had helped the flames. You’re too late Drac, everyone’s read those and between them all could easily recount every detail.

"Thank God there is the other copy in the safe!" ...that too. Take that, you damn vampire!

"except that the poor fellow is dead." Dammit I really wanted Renfield to eat Dracula

'First, a little refreshment to reward my exertions. You may as well be quiet; it is not the first time, or the second, that your veins have appeased my thirst!' Honestly by this point, between that mother back at the castle, the babies and Lucy, I thought Drac just killed people, and that Hollywood made up the whole ‘talking with his victims’ thing (Jonathan was a special case).

And so you, like the others, would play your brains against mine. You would help these men to hunt me and frustrate me in my designs! Even Drac admits Mina’s a smart woman

the whitening hair I know its to be expected, what with all he went through, but dammit he’s too young!

the very first thing we decided was that Mina should be in full confidence; that nothing of any sort—no matter how painful—should be kept from her. SEE?! If she had stayed with you guys that night none of this would have happened!

Now, Madam Mina, you are in any case _quite_ safe here until the sunset; and before then we shall return—if—— We shall return! Don’t doubt yourself Helsing

As he had placed the Wafer on Mina's forehead, it had seared it—had burned into the flesh as though it had been a piece of white-hot metal. !!!! Why?! Why is Mina affected so strongly while Lucy was fine with a crucifix?! Is there a quicker way to turn people, and Drac was acting fast as a way to get back at the Drac Attack Pack?

To one thing I have made up my mind: if we find out that Mina must be a vampire in the end, then she shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone. ...are you saying you’d rather become a vampire in order to stay with Mina forever, instead of killing her as they did Lucy?

The last I saw, she was waving her hand in farewell. I really hope this isn’t foreboding in some way

Look out for D. He has just now, 12:45, come from Carfax hurriedly and hastened towards the South. Damn telegraphs are faster than vampires! (at least those in their weakened daylight state.)

It was just an ordinary knock, such as is given hourly by thousands of gentlemen, but it made the Professor's heart and mine beat loudly. Now why would Drac knock on the door of his own house?

He held up a warning hand as he spoke, for we all could hear a key softly inserted in the lock of the hall door. Now that’s terror!

The first to act was Harker GO JOHN GO! FOR MINA! FOR LUCY! FOR YOURSELF!

The expression of the Count's face was so hellish, that for a moment I feared for Harker, though I saw him throw the terrible knife aloft again for another stroke. GO JOHN GO!

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side. Your girls that you all love are mine already; and through them you and others shall yet be mine Damn Drac can hold a grudge

True to our promise, we told Mrs. Harker everything which had passed Good, good!

That poor soul who has wrought all this misery is the saddest case of all. Oh Mina

assured Mrs. Harker that she might rest in peace ...poor choice of words, Helsing

there is no rest for me until.... Later.—I must have fallen asleep Falling asleep mid-sentence. Been there.

The Pains of Sleeplessness

The following is a radio play I wrote for my RADIO DRAMA class in 2010. I wrote it as I was reading Dracula by Bram Stoker for the first time. It was meant to satirize Bram Stoker. I believe??? I literally haven’t read it since I wrote it. Is it good? I have no idea. Should anyone read it? Again, I have no idea. Why the heckin’ hey am I posting it, then?!! Because it’s been on my to-do list since summer since I started rereading Dracula b cos of Dracula Daily. ANNDDDD I wanted a few months ago, to contribute to the art and hoopla and fun of Dracula Daily, and this was/is still the best I’ve got?!????  I just gotta check it off my to-do list OKAY!!??!??! What is love, what is life, baby don’t hurt me!!!!!

ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER ADO (IF YOU ARE STILL READING THIS FAR GOD AND MINA NEE MURRAY HARKER BLESS YOU)

THE PAINS OF SLEEPLESSNESS

BY: MAYO CMEK, 2010

NARRATOR: It was midnight, and I had been walking, sleep-walking in a dreamy spot of haze. It was a shivery night under a full moon and a spot of immaculate, white, snow fall. I had just left the ‘Hairy Monk’ - a pub- although as I am not much fond of the drink, I had only one for myself. Make no mistake, the drink has had no effect upon these truthful accounts of which I am about to report to you. They are facts, and those of only the most gravest kind... [ominous pause] After meeting there with my childhood friend and long-time confidant Nick, I was making my silent way home through a dreary and patchy street of Brooklyn, New York. Washington Irving Avenue, I should think was the name of it, although under the brash hands of certain administration I have been made to understand that for “security purposes”, these locations and names must be altered to protect the privacy of the innocent individuals I chanced across. [cough slightly, as if unapproving] This paltry deed I shall do, and we shall instead refer to Washington Irving Avenue as ... Undead Avenue, which is more than appropriate and less than coincidence, as I shall hope to prove to you in time. And these individuals upon which I less than fortunately overheard are not quite the innocent that they may seem to be... [ominous pause, again.] A sound that most greatly resembled a vicious pounding of some plastic bag by the very mad and the very doomed, startled me from my dream-walking, and I looked up into a lit window and saw the waxen face of a brown, spiky haired young lady. Her hair was in utter disarray and she was standing by the open window. Why the window was open during this cold spell I am at a loss to answer, but perhaps, the ladies inside this room could not feel the harsh winds licking at their white skin, the way the rest of us with the lifeblood in our veins and beating hearts can... [another ominous pause.] BUNNY: Jump in bed, cover my head, Santa Claus is coming tonight. [speaks as if to herself, in a bored voice. Sound of hard body colliding with plastic wrapping that encases a newly purchased bed.] Night, Chinny. NARRATOR: I stopped to listen. Her tinkling voice, soaked in the most sorrowful of tragedies, appeased me as it was carried out the window on the crystalised, angelic Tears of God, each crafted in its own individual shape and harmony. Ah, snow, how it soothes me now to even write of your melodic spiraling. But, to the story, I must not stray. [pause.] It was also that name she mentioned: Santa Claus. It sounded familiar to me - perhaps a business associate, I thought at the time. Oh, if only I knew how sorely wrong I was, and how sorely I would pay for this pit-stopping, as they say in the States, from my good-hearted, Christian way. CHINCHILLA: A good night for you, sure. [plastic moves.] And Santa Claus isn’t even coming tonight what are you talking about. BUNNY: I’m only kidding. CHINCHILLA: He’s coming in six nights though I’m so excited! Bat brought me an early present home last night. I can’t waaaaait to play with him! WAIT. I’m going to go right now. BUNNY: What did you name him? CHINCHILLA: [throughout this speech, we hear BUNNY continously adjusting herself on the plastic.] Well, he already has a name, it said so on his tag on the crate, but I don’t really care. I don’t think we should limit him to just his name on the box, you know? He might have really special powers but we’ll see in a few days I guess. Since I can’t even see him during the day, ever. It’s like... I kind of think his name should be Robert, like after the hottest vampire in the world. [she huffs] I really wish we had HBO and True Blood. SANTA HELP ME AHHHHH. [hear her footsteps run out of the room] NARRATOR: Some people say we do enter freely upon these things, and of our own will, but at this point I was bewitched as if under some supernatural spell. Despite my good-headed nature and shivering fear at the brown-spiky-haired woman’s use of the word ‘vampire’, I could not take a step. The sound of the plastic - assumedly wrapped around the tender girl’s mattress, delivered freshly and neglected in the quiet, mysterious voice’s apparent exhaustion - was irksome on my muffled ears like a warning, and like the sound of frantic spoons scraping against my Grandmother’s fine China in the wash bowl it made my insides cringe. Their words and her face had piqued my intrigue however, and I could not walk away more than I could tell my Grandmother I wouldn’t make it to wash her treasured utensils the next day. Oh, the enchantments women have had over us mighty and masculine men! BUNNY: [plastic shifts, she is sitting up.] Hey, Chin, can your special powers like shut my door and light? Thanks. [more plastic noise.] CHINCHILLA: [from the other room] OH OF COURSE DUH. NARRATOR: As the room went black and the dark headed creature disapparated from sight, I could only see the prim snow blowing ever so gently inside the window - the winds had been snuffed with the light it seemed - and I wondered whether or not the harrowed voice inhabiting the room could feel it upon her brow as she tried to slumber. And what of these special powers, discussed so freely by the two curious girls? And the blood, of the truest red, that was wished to be brought with the aid of this Santa fellow? Santa, who was he and where did I know him from before? These questions plagued my freezing mind, my hat covered in heaven’s feather-like, white teardrops, and I still could not step - my body positioned like the stationary David, forevermore. And suddenly, the light and that ghastly head flickered in the window, back to life. CHINCHILLA: I’m not tired, I slept all day! SOoooOOooOOoo hungover. [she moans as the plastic shifts and BUNNY moves about, frustrated in her bed] And I think I’m going to name my little friend Pattinson. Because he kind of sparkles. Like hot vampires do. I wish I sparkled that would be so cool, and when I go out to hunt men I would like see all these guys and I would be sparkly and how could they look away?! BUNNY: [resigned plumping of the plastic.] CHINCHILLA: RIGHT?! [plastic does not reply.] NARRATOR: This girl posed herself as such a puzzle in my mind, and I fear that I can only now show my deepest regret in the failure of my wit to be called to action at that very moment. She was, I thought at the time, for such an animated and lubricious voice, a very pale and a very morbid looking face. She left the room with that so drained face, and the plastic wrinkled and wrangled underneath her dear friend’s poor, sleeping soul in her absence. The two girls, I thought, looked more painful than my poor Grandmother did, when I most accidentally and severely dropped her favorite purple tea pot onto my sturdy and fibrous foot, - and albeit covered and socked foot, due to a slight excess of hair on the utmost top that my Grandmother finds, in her worn and crude manners to be ‘retch-worthy’. [composing cough, as he comes to find this sentiment as embarassing and unnecessary as the listener does] The speaker forgives her of this, as youth cannot condemn age when he knows not the suffering of age. Still, we bleed. Where was this Santa fool to be when he was so direly needed and so desperately called for? CHINCHILLA: [sound of hard body flopping itself onto the plastic] Whore, why haven’t you taken the plastic off your bed yet it’s been like three days since you got it? BUNNY: I’m too tired. CHINCHILLA: [as she says this plastic bounces up and down with her animated movements.] YOU WEREN’T TIRED LIKE RIGHT AFTER SUNSET WHEN YOU ATE ALL MY BLOODY TOMATOES OUT OF THEIR CAN AND SUCKED THE JUICE ALL UP. You wolfed that shit down, girl. BUNNY: Oh, not really. Not yet. [scratches at the plastic, almost menacing.] CHINCHILLA: SO anyway, Pattinson Robert Cullen is not tired and we are going to go take a walk and maybe pick up some hotties. AW, balls, it’s still snowing out! I don’t want to get wet. Snow, go away! [plastic loosens as she gets up.] NARRATOR: A chill swept over me. A chill that had nothing to do with the divine snow still yet piling itself up onto my hat, almost like a Halo, a small ring of protection, and in retrospect now, I may attribute this holy sheathing to my fortunate escape. But rather, the chill came from the sudden termination of the snowfall, just as the brown-head cried it so. She stepped gracefully, but in this grace there was a sort of inhuman quality, a sort of malice that indulged in its own sleekness. She was at the window now, and I shuddered. [Silence for a short period of 10 seconds.] CHINCHILLA: Oh my God! Some drunk guy is peeing outside our window! Look! NARRATOR: I was not peeing! [SUPER OFFENDED AND DEFENSIVE! then, regains his posure, and tries to be polite once more, with effort, but fails. Voice starts slightly composed but crescendoes as the speech goes on and is almost at an angry screech by “Hell”.] I mean to say, this Madam ‘Chinny’, was - a - liar. The falsehoods that she began to utter gave way to her unmasking, and they will only land her in the dankest pits of Hell! I, a refined man of upstanding valor, would not be caught even tempted by Satan to be relieving myself on the streets, in which the public so often take refuge. It would be a crime, a crime punishable by law. [remembers purpose of story, as he was somewhat side-tracked in his attack of CHINCHILLA and resumes his ominous tones.] And here, I will say, it is a crime. Much like the crimes, oh, the gruesome crimes the missus will commit. The crimes that I, being of such courageous heart, must have been preordained by God to witness and thus bear their splintering, wooden crucifix upon my back; the crimes that are yet to come...[ominous, foreboding, back in his thought-train.] BUNNY: What, oh, wow, cool. [not shifting, the plastic lies still.] CHINCHILLA: Did you HEAR ME?! Some drunk guy is peeing outside our window. NARRATOR: [in a mumble, an undertone.] I still maintain I was very well not. CHINCHILLA: And now the snow’s all gross and yellow yuck. Did you hear me? Okay. I think he left. Or at least he’s crouched behind something like a little hunchback weirdo. NARRATOR: Excuse me, for I must interrupt. I would again, like to recall to the listener than certain words and events and names have been compromised. These words, slanderous words, are not what one first-hand historian would call fact-based. CHINCHILLA: GOD NARRATOR shut your stuffed pie hole and let me get on with the story! It’s my turn to talk. NOW Bunny, alright, alright. I’m sorry, I know I’ll let you have your little time to yourself sleep whatever you want to call it. Good night. [steps leaving. plastic rattles a little and BUNNY finally finds her resting place. All is still. Silence.] NARRATOR: [coughs, indignantly.] The stillness from the room above elicited a morose shiver down my spine. I moved my feet, the plastic sounds which intuited the movements of the body above moved in accordance with my steps. I say again, I was not in movement to relieve myself of excrement of any sort, rather, I had finally begun to understand the hellish fires that burned with the lights above, the lights above that the flakes of God could not even quell. It was then, in my course of circling below, crossing myself - and I am not as of usual a superstitious, flimsy, sort of man, by Jove - then I was able to see. God be with me, I thought. This Santa, I remembered then. I dredged up from my pool of ghastly memories; memories from catechisms and prayers whispered in hallowed spaces of Churches in towns of my travels; Santa was a man who wore only red, and visited the world only a single, grim, night a year. Saint, they called him. Saint of the red-nosed, Saint of the black, plastic bag in which gifts are carried to be given to those devoted to his pagan occult. Santa, was no doubt, a shorthand for Satan. ‘God be with me’, I said as I crossed myself from marble-smooth forehead to sinwey shoulder and back to the heart, the ‘bloody tomato’ that which these women so wanted to possess. These women, hardly can I speak of them as girls any longer, after I had enlightened as to what they were. Indeed, the white and waxen, star-crossed abominations: these women were of the militia of the Un-Dead. And HBO, why, I gathered then must have been another shorthand, standing for Human Blood (type) O. It was, at this point, clear to me what I must do. But before I could enact the plans that were bountifully blooming in my head, I heard the plastic shiver once more, and the brown-haired voice call out: CHINCHILLA: [calling from the other room, the plastic wrinkles softly.] HEY. BUNNY. That Aunt Jemima in the fridge, is that yours? Can I have some? NARRATOR: I prayed. Poor, poor Aunt Jemima, for whomever were her nieces and nephews, they would never be to look on her sweet face ever again. BUNNY: [sighs, and hits furiously the plastic covering her mattress.] CHINCHILLA: Does one hit mean yes and two no? Yes? BUNNY: [hits plastic once more.] CHINCHILLA: WHAT? BUNNY: [hits plastic.] CHINCHILLA: WHAT? BUNNY: [hits plastic, harder this time, with both hands.] CHINCHILLA: WHAT?!! BUNNY: [kicks plastic furiously, hard, like beating a dummy or a scarecrow.] CHINCHILLA: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I get it. Lots of hits means hell yes, take a chill pill. Good answer though. Thanks. Goodnight. [still, sounds of the plastic being rolled over upon and wrinkled and slapped can be heard outside the window.] NARRATOR: I saw the diabolical Miss walk into the room once more, she lit the room and so her face was, light and bright with a fervor that can only be inspired by a spiritual madness. She was about to drink, something dark, something thick, from a red-capped bottle. I had to strip my fine, leather mitten off and stuff it in my mouth to keep from screaming, much like my fine, dear, Grandmother had when I stumbled with my socked feet upon her lower back as she was performing some Coney Island, circus-like stunt she called ‘yoga’. I feel learned in my saying that the horror and sin of the drink the women were about to share - Oh, and mistake me not, for it was blood in the bottle, human, mortal blood - would have tormented any man to histrionics, even I, most lion in heart. Oh, their deviant, zoophagus longings made me want to cry out, screech like an owl out, to a God that I now doubt. CHINCHILLA: HEY. [plops on plastic.] This is so good. It’s like delicious and yummy and mmmm. Thanks so much I’m so hungry all the time every night lately. OH my god, I should see if Rober- [sounds of body hitting the plastic moving wildly, and being thrown about on it.] BUNNY: [makes grring and roaring and howling noises.] I am going to kill you! [plastic thrashes about wildly again and it is all we can hear.] NARRATOR: [still hear the playing around of the plastic in the background.] The flowing, red-head yet unseen reared, and I could look no more. I ran, and I ran, and I ran until my legs could run no more. The thrashing of the plastic and the hard, sensuous bodies atop it were a rattle of a coming death. Coming for me, coming for the ones I loved. And I ran, as any man must do in a position such as mine. I ran, far, to get away from those creatures of the so grotesque underworld in which all men of faith must abhor. [plastic thrashing quiets but does not fade away altogether.] And so here, and of the now, I abhor them; I yet again, cannot leave them. [bodies on plastic makes one more feeble turn, and then all is quiet, silence again. Hold for 5 seconds.] The girls, haunt my dreams. The cold faces and the dark, creamy red that they feast upon trickles down their dream-chins and they never let me sleep a wink. ‘How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.’*

As much as I pray, as much as a man may beg, that these events of this most potent evil had never happened to fall, plunking, onto my head, I must believe that there is a scientific order and purpose to all. Dear Listener, I implore you, take heed of my story. Do not walk the avenues alone, lest of all late in the hours of darkness, and believe with every piece of your innocent and God-fearing soul that these wicked monsters have not died, and will - nay - cannot die. And they will want you, and they will and very well haunt you, as they, every day that I have left on God’s greenest earth, haunt me.

And Grandmother, if you are listening, I will be home around seven, and your supper shall be prepared to sup upon around eight.

*quote comes from Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

HOW TO PRAY

THE ROSARY OF THE UNBORN

OUR LADY GIVES THE WORLD THE ROSARY OF THE UNBORN

On October 7, 1997– the Feast of the Holy Rosary – Our Lady appeared to the American visionary, Maureen Sweeney-Kyle, with this rosary and stated: “Propagate the image I have shown you today.”

October 7, 1997 – Feast of the Holy Rosary

Our Lady comes in white. In front of Her and suspended in the air is an unusual rosary. The Our Father beads are droplets of blood in the shape of a cross. The Hail Mary beads are light blue teardrops with unborn babies inside of them. The cross is gleaming gold. Our Lady says: “I come in praise of Jesus, My Son. I come as Prophetess of these times.”

“The rosary you see is Heaven’s way of describing to you the weapon that will overcome this evil of abortion. Heaven weeps for the cost of this great sin. The history and the future of all nations has been changed because of this atrocity against God’s gift of life.”

“Today, sadly, much responsibility must be placed on the laity who are consecrated to Me. I cannot depend on Church leadership to unite in an effort to vanquish the enemy through the rosary. Even My apparitions have caused division by Satan’s efforts to thwart My plans.”

“So today, on My feast day, I am calling all My children to unite in My Heart. Do not allow pride to divide you according to which apparition you will follow. Become part of the Flame of My Heart. Be united in love and in the prayer weapon of My Rosary. The evil of abortion can be conquered by your efforts and through My Grace.”

“Propagate the image I have shown you today.”

1. Each Hail Mary

Heaven’s Promises

“I affirm to you, My daughter, that each ‘Hail Mary’ prayed from a loving heart will rescue one of these innocent lives from death by abortion. When you use this rosary, call to mind My Sorrowful Immaculate Heart which continually sees the sin of abortion played out in every present moment. I give to you this special sacramental* with which to heal My Motherly Heart.”

Maureen asks: “Blessed Mother, do you mean any ‘Hail Mary’ or just one prayed on the Rosary of the Unborn?”

Blessed Mother: “This is a special grace attached to this particular rosary. It should always be used to pray against abortion.

You will please make this known.” (Our Lady as the Sorrowful Mother – July 2, 2001 Afternoon)

*Note: Catholics believe that, in order to be a sacramental, the rosary must be blessed by a Catholic Priest.

2. Each Our Father

“Please tell the world that each ‘Our Father’ (beads shown to Maureen by Jesus were droplets of blood in the form of a cross) recited on the Rosary of the Unborn assuages My grieving Heart. Further, it withholds the Arm of Justice.” (Jesus – August 3, 2001)

3. A Complete Rosary (A 5-decade Rosary)

“The greatest promise I give you in regards to this rosary is this: Every rosary prayed from the heart to its completion on these

beads mitigates the punishment as yet withstanding for the sin of abortion.”

Later that day:

“When I say the punishment as yet withstanding for the sin of abortion, I mean the punishment each soul deserves for taking part in this sin. Then too, I also refer to the greater punishment that awaits the world for embracing this sin. Pray from your heart knowing that your rosary appeases Me.” (Jesus – August 3, 2001)

4. Group Prayer

“What My Mother told you last night concerning the Rosary of the Unborn is this. If a group is gathered who are praying for the unborn from the heart and only one person has in their possession the Rosary of the Unborn, I will honor each ‘Hail Mary’ from each person in the group as if they were holding the Rosary of the Unborn themselves. In this way I lift the constraint of time which it takes to produce enough rosaries.” (Jesus – February 28, 2005)

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PRAYING THE ROSARY OF THE UNBORN

When we pray the Rosary of the Unborn, we are asked by Heaven to:

1. Pray from the heart.

‘When you are asked to pray from the heart, you must pray with Holy Love in your heart." (St. Thomas Aquinas – November 2, 2002)

“You are in My Heart when you pray from the heart.” (Our Lady – June 14, 1994)

“When you pray from the heart, your prayers rise as Veronica's veil to wipe the tears from My Face as I cast My gaze upon

this generation.” (Jesus – February 7, 2002)

“Satan does not want you to realize the power of this rosary when you pray from the heart. I am telling you, that the Rosary

of the Unborn saves lives!" (Jesus – October 8, 2007)

"My Motherly Heart is intercessor for these needs [Our Lady's Pro-Life Rosary Intentions], My children, when you pray from

the heart. I am ever ready to assist you. Pray this way often." (Our Lady – June 4, 2011)

2. Call to mind Our Lady’s Sorrowful Immaculate Heart.

“When you use this rosary, call to mind My Sorrowful Immaculate Heart which continually sees the sin of abortion played out in every present moment.” (The Sorrowful Mother – July 2, 2001)

3. Pray that hearts are convicted in the Truth about abortion.

"When you pray the Rosary of the Unborn, pray that hearts are convicted in the Truth. It is only when the spirit of the world reflects the light of Truth that victory will come." (St. Thomas Aquinas – October 7, 2007)

PRAYERS OF THE ROSARY OF THE UNBORN

Note: During the Rosary of the Unborn, we say the Glory Be as 'All Glory Be...'

and also pray 'Jesus, protect and save the unborn' after each Mystery, at Our Lady’s request.

1. OPENING PRAYERS (Optional prayers may be added.)

(Begin by stating the intention)

I / we offer this Rosary for the end to abortion and that hearts are convicted in the Truth about abortion.

(Then raise your rosary to Heaven and say:)

Celestial Queen, with this Rosary, I / we bind all sinners and all nations to Your Immaculate Heart.

The Sign of the Cross

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Prayer for the Conversion of Hearts

Heavenly Father, during this time of world crisis, let all souls find their peace and security in Your Divine Will. Give each soul the grace to understand that Your Will is Holy Love in the present moment.

Benevolent Father, illuminate each conscience to see the ways that he is not living in Your Will. Grant the world the grace to change and the time in which to do it. Amen.

(Dictated by Mary, the Mother of God, on September 28, 2001, after the 9/11 terrorist attack on the United States)

Prayer to Recite with the Rosary of the Unborn

Divine Infant Jesus, as we pray this rosary, we ask you to remove from the heart of the world the desire to commit the sin of abortion. Remove the veil of deceit Satan has placed over hearts which portrays promiscuity as a freedom, and reveal it for what it is – slavery to sin.

Place over the heart of the world a renewed respect for life at the moment of conception. Amen. (Our Lady – August 27, 2005)

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The Apostles’ Creed

I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son Our Lord, Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into Hell; the third day He rose again from the dead; He ascended into Heaven, and sits at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting. Amen.

Our Father

(For the intentions of the Holy Father)

Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Hail Mary

(Pray three Hail Mary’s for an increase of the virtues of Faith, Hope and Charity)

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of death. Amen.

All Glory Be

All Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

2. THE MYSTERIES OF THE ROSARY

The rosary consists of twenty (20) decades divided into four (4) sets of Mysteries (Joyful, Luminous, Sorrowful, and Glorious) depicting events in the lives of Jesus and Mary. Each set of Mysteries consists of five (5) decades, with each decade recalling a particular Mystery or event. Praying a 5-decade rosary (one set of Mysteries) is usually considered to be a complete rosary.

When praying the Rosary of the Unborn, we use the Pro-Life Rosary Intentions dictated by Our Lady on June 4, 2011. We also use the Pro-Life Meditations on the Mysteries of the Rosary by Fr. Frank Pavone of Priests for Life. (Note: Permission has been granted by Priests for Life for the duplication and distribution of these Meditations.)

Intention: Mystery: Meditation:

Prayers:

https://www.priestsforlife.org/prayers/Rosary

PRAYERS TO RECITE DURING EACH DECADE

For each decade of the Rosary, we recite the following prayers after the Meditation:

Our Father... Ten (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be...

Fatima Ejaculation

O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell, lead all souls to heaven, especially those in most need of Thy Mercy.

Unborn Ejaculation

Jesus, protect and save the unborn!

FIRST JOYFUL MYSTERY

“We seek Blessed Mother’s protection over the unborn."

The Annunciation

Mary is troubled by the angel’s greeting, yet rejoices to do God’s will. Let us pray that those who are troubled by their pregnancy may have the grace to trust in God’s will.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

The Joyful Mysteries

(Monday and Saturday)

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SECOND JOYFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for guidance for all involved in the abortion industry and mothers considering abortion."

The Visitation

John the Baptist leapt for joy in his mother’s womb. We pray that people may realize that abortion is not about children who “might” come into the world, but is about children who are already in the world, living and growing in the womb, and are scheduled to be killed.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

THIRD JOYFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for the conversion of anyone who supports abortion.”

The Nativity

God himself was born as a child. The greatness of a person does not depend on size, for the newborn King is very small. Let us pray for an end to prejudice against the tiny babies threatened by abortion.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FOURTH JOYFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for government leaders who support abortion."

The Presentation

The Child is presented in the Temple because the Child belongs to God. Children are not the property of their parents, nor of the government. They – and we – belong to God Himself.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FIFTH JOYFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for any religious leader who does not speak out against abortion."

The Finding of the Child Jesus in the Temple

The boy Jesus was filled with wisdom, because He is God. Let us pray that all people may see the wisdom of His teachings about the dignity of life, and may understand that this teaching is not an opinion, but the Truth. Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FIRST LUMINOUS MYSTERY

“We seek Blessed Mother’s protection over the unborn."

Christ is Baptized in the Jordan

When Jesus is baptized, the Father's voice is heard: "This is my beloved Son." All are called to become adopted sons and daughters of God through baptism. We pray that children in the womb may be protected, so that they may be born and welcomed into the Christian community by baptism.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

SECOND LUMINOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for guidance for all involved in the abortion industry and mothers considering abortion."

The Wedding at Cana

Jesus revealed His glory by the miracle at Cana. The new couple was blessed not only with wine, but with faith in Christ. Let us pray for strong marriages, rooted in the Lord, and open to the gift of new life.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

THIRD LUMINOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for the conversion of anyone who supports abortion.”

Christ proclaims the Kingdom and Calls All to Conversion

“Repent and believe the Good News." Let us pray that these first words of Jesus' public ministry may be heard by all who have committed abortion. May they know that the Lord calls them to conversion, and may they experience life-giving repentance.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FOURTH LUMINOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for government leaders who support abortion."

The Transfiguration

Christ is transformed on the mountain, and the disciples see His glory. May the eyes of all people be transformed, that they may see each and every human life as a reflection of the glory of God Himself.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

The Luminous Mysteries

(Thursday)

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FIFTH LUMINOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for any religious leader who does not speak out against abortion."

Jesus gives us the Eucharist

“This is My Body, given up for you." The Eucharist teaches us how to live and how to love. Let us pray that parents who sacrifice the babies for the sake of themselves may learn instead to put themselves aside for the sake of their babies.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FIRST SORROWFUL MYSTERY

“We seek Blessed Mother’s protection over the unborn."

The Agony in the Garden

Let us pray for mothers and fathers who are in agony because they are tempted to abort a child. May they be given the good news that there are alternatives, and may they make use of the help that is available.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect ...

SECOND SORROWFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for guidance for all involved in the abortion industry and mothers considering abortion."

The Scourging at the Pillar

As Christ’s flesh was torn by the instruments of those who scourged Him, so the bodies of babies in the womb are torn by the instruments of the abortionists. Let us pray that abortionists may repent of these acts of child- killing.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

THIRD SORROWFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for the conversion of anyone who supports abortion.”

The Crowning With Thorns

Jesus suffered the pain of thorns in His Head, and did so silently. We pray for the mothers and fathers of aborted children. So many of them suffer deep grief and regret over a choice they can never reverse. So many suffer in silence, because others tell them it’s no big deal.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FOURTH SORROWFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for government leaders who support abortion."

The Carrying of the Cross

Jesus was not condemned by the power of wicked people. He was condemned because of the silence of good people. Silence always helps the oppressor, never the victim. Let us pray that we may never be silent about abortion, but rather will clearly speak up to save babies from death.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FIFTH SORROWFUL MYSTERY

“We pray for any religious leader who does not speak out against abortion."

The Crucifixion

As we ponder the death of Christ, let us remember the many women who have died from so-called “safe, legal” abortions. Let us ask forgiveness and mercy for them. May their memory save other women from making this tragic mistake.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FIRST GLORIOUS MYSTERY

“We seek Blessed Mother’s protection over the unborn."

The Resurrection

Christ is Risen! By His Resurrection, He has destroyed the power of death, and therefore the power of abortion. The outcome of the battle for Life has already been decided: Life is victorious! Let us pray that all pro-lifers will spread this victory to every segment of our society.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

The Sorrowful Mysteries

(Tuesday and Friday)

The Glorious Mysteries

(Wednesday and Sunday)

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SECOND GLORIOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for guidance for all involved in the abortion industry and mothers considering abortion."

The Ascension

By ascending to the Father’s throne, Christ takes our human nature, given to us in the womb, to the heights of Heaven. He shows us that human beings are made to be raised to heaven, not thrown in the garbage. Let us pray that the world may learn this Truth and reject abortion.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

THIRD GLORIOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for the conversion of anyone who supports abortion.”

The Descent of the Holy Spirit

The Holy Spirit is the Advocate: He pleads our cause, for we cannot save ourselves. We pray that He will make us advocates for the babies, who cannot speak or write or vote or protest or even pray.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FOURTH GLORIOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for government leaders who support abortion."

The Assumption

The Blessed Virgin Mary was taken body and soul into Heaven because she is the Mother of God. Mother and child are united. The Assumption reminds us that they belong together. We pray that society will see that it cannot love women while killing their children, and cannot save children without helping their mothers. We pray that people will be touched by the pro-life question, “Why can’t we love them both?”

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

FIFTH GLORIOUS MYSTERY

“We pray for any religious leader who does not speak out against abortion."

The Coronation

Mary is the Queen of the Universe. The Church teaches that She is the greatest creature, second only to God Himself. The Church defends the dignity of women. We pray that people will understand that to be pro-life means to be pro-woman, and that to be pro-woman demands that we be pro-life.

Our Father... (10) Hail Mary’s... All Glory Be... O my Jesus ... Jesus, protect and save the unborn.

3. CLOSING PRAYERS (Optional prayers may be added.)

Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy! Our life, our sweetness and our hope! To Thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to Thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn, then, most Gracious Advocate, Thine Eyes of mercy toward us, and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed Fruit of Thy Womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.

V. Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God.

R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.

Let us pray. O God, Whose Only Begotten Son, by His life, death and resurrection, has purchased for us the rewards of eternal life, grant, we beseech Thee, that meditating upon these Mysteries of the most Holy Rosary of the Blessed Virgin Mary, we may imitate what they contain, and obtain what they promise through the same Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

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(For the intentions and well-being of the Holy Father)

Our Father... Hail Mary... All Glory Be...

The Sign of the Cross

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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Qilin - Another Powerful Episode

I connected to this episode on a personal level so much!

Look teens are wonderful! I love them SO MUCH. And clearly so does Sabine. Look at the way she sets everything up for Marinette in the morning! And then oh so patiently reminds her of all the things she needs to remember, KNOWING Marinette isn’t going to remember. And then when she’s right and Marinette doesn’t, there’s no anger or frustration. Only fond exasperation and the ability to cover for her. It’s beautiful!!

At another point in the episode, Marinette was talking to Tikki about wanting to be more like her mom and just not feeling like she was there yet. And then a few minutes later we saw Sabine pulling off a lucky charm worthy scheme with a paintbrush to make the world a better place! Showing us quite beautifully where Marinette gets her crafty creative mind and her sense of fairness and justice. Showing us that she’s already a lot like her mom even if she’s a little less polished. Again! SO BEAUTIFUL!!! 

As for the cops, I just, I love that this was portrayed this way! I loved Megaleech where Roger was shown doing the bidding of wealthy white men and arresting protesters who had the right to be there, but this episode took this so much further and I appreciate it SO MUCH! It may not be perfect, but like showing a negative portrayal of cops in children’s media is something that I like never see! I can’t think of another example. While pro cop propaganda is friggin everywhere. (Baby shark which is meant for like toddlers has a whole song about the “kind brave” police sharks).

Whereas here, they showed bus ticket guy check Sabine’s ticket and no one else’s. He didn’t make any effort to confirm her story with anyone else there before immediately accusing her of lying and committing fraud.

The show portrayed Sabine feeling relief when they met Roger. Here was someone that she knew and who knew her. He would vouch for her right? But cops are very buddy buddy with each other and tend to choose each other over others.

Sabine very quickly gets told she’s being disrespectful and challenging their authority. And they put her in cuffs, surround her with four guys in armor. OVER A BUS TICKET! (And guys, the number of times police get violent with people (usually people of color) during traffic stops in real life, it’s not even an exaggeration. Or rather, it’s making it look MORE civil than it often is in reality. One of the most common stated reasons for arrests is “resisting arrests”, but when you ask what they were originally going to originally arrest the individual for, the police aren’t good at providing reasonable answers.

Then, when Sabine is an akuma, all she wants is for someone to take off the cuffs!

The police? They bring in more armored officers with riot gear, they bring in helicopters, and call for tanks. This has been escalated to a full on militarized strike! Again, OVER A BUS TICKET! Miraculous literally just showed you an over militarized police force abusing its power!

Then, when Ladybug shows up and tries to de-escalate the situation, they turn on her, label her a criminal, and escalate the situation further (after she just saved their lives).

No, I love this episode. I get to watch it with my daughter in a few years and we get to talk about these very real life issues! We even get to talk about if it was right for Marinette to agree to pay the fine. Though I know that if I experienced something like that, I would agree to that as well. She literally just saw what the NOT akumatized police were willing to do to her mom OVER A BUS TICKET! It wasn’t shown but I would have been terrified in that moment, and would do anything to appease them even if it wasn’t fair. Fifty euros over my mom getting cuffed, humiliated and possibly physically beaten? Yup! I’m paying the fine, too. I don’t know if that’s what the writers were going for. I actually doubt it. I think they had to appease someone else themselves! But isn’t that also a good talking point???

And Chat Noir - a white guy - standing up to authority to protect Sabine, a women of color, from cops who would harm her?? Yes!! Love the role model this sets as well!

Overall this season, Guiltrip, Megaleech, and Qilin are my favorite filler episodes this season for the representation and values they explore. For the conversations they will allow me to start with my daughter and my soon to be son!! Amazing!

The Ferality of Mars

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Feral: "Existing in a wild or untamed state"

When I think of Mars, I think of the Greek god, Ares. I think of the heart pumping blood throughout the body to keep it alive. I think of passion, ferocity, and rawness. Mars is the planet of emotion, similarly to the moon but with a more sinister twist. Mars wants you to feel everything and create with that energy, Mars wants you to be overwhelmed with emotion, so much so it consumes and guides you. Mars wants you to feel everything. It is known as a Malefic Planet because of its inability to be tamed and controlled but Mars isn’t about having control, its about intuition and allowing yourself to be guided by the invisible force that encourages you to nuzzle into your most primal and authentic state and honor that part of you. 

[Yes I will be using Hozier lyrics that represent the ferality of each sign]

Aries Mars [Mars in 1st]

When I picture Aries Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a forest fire consuming everything in its path, absorbing nature to feed as fuel. With Mars in its rulership, Aries Mars has no issue releasing, guided by their heart throughout it all to overcome whatever may stand in their way. They move quickly and harshly, striking first and questioning later. You mold life into what you want it to be so there is no need for you to even plan right? As an unstoppable force, you have to let your heart take control. 

“There's no plan, there's no race to be run

The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

Sit in & watch the sunlight fade, honey, enjoy its getting late

Theres no plan, theres no hand on the reign,

...As Mack explained, there will be darkness again”

Taurus Mars [Mars in 2nd]

When I picture Taurus Mars at its most feral state, I imagine a bear tearing its way through a beehive, grasping at the honeycombs and devouring it in a matter of seconds. With a venus-ruled mars or mars in detriment, you all look for the sweeter things in life and insist that you are worthy of goodness and don’t mind taking it for yourself. Conflict is stupid to you because you have your own morals and studies and firmly believe in what you desire and if anyone steps to you, you have the power to throw it right back in their face. You are the raging bull, undefeated once you’re committed. But you represent the tamer, earthy side of Mars.

“I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me.

I have never known hunger, like these insects that feast on me.

A thousand teeth, and yours among them, I know.

Our hungers appeased, our heartbeats becoming slow.” 

Gemini Mars [Mars in 3rd]

When I picture Gemini Mars at its most feral state, I picture the rebirth that spring offers. The energy of this mars sign matches the intensity of the rising sun and falling rain that causes the flowers to blossom and fill the earth with its aroma. It is quite impossible to stop a determined Gemini, they want to leave their mark on this earth and do so in many different ways as they are indestructible, powered by the combination of their mind and their heart which creates an explosion upon collision. To get in the way of this placement is to stand in the way of the changing seasons, impossible. 

“Each day you'd rise with me, know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty.

Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.

Strap the wing to me, death trap clad happily, with wax melted, I’d meet the sea,

Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.”

Cancer Mars [Mars in 4th]

When I picture Cancer Mars at its most feral state, I visualize the crumbling of the earth into itself, only to grow back in a healthier form. A resilient placement that can have the worst thrown at them and come back only more beautiful. In the introduction, I discussed how both Moon and Mars share a common goal but the Moon goes about it a different way, as Cancer Mars goes about martian energy in a different way as well. With mars in fall, Cancer takes the soft approach to ferality, embracing the harsh energy and converting it into tenderness. 

“And I love too, that love soon might end, 

be known in its aching, shown in the shaking,

Lately of my wasteland, baby. 

Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking,

Though quaking, though crazy

That's just wasteland, baby.” 

Leo Mars [Mars in 5th]

When I picture Leo Mars at its most feral state I see a blinding white-hot light overcoming anyone and everyone in its path, forcing others to bend to its will simply by doing what it does naturally. As a fixed mars, Leos energy is continuous and bold, quite difficult to escape if a Leo Mars has you in their eye line. They are everywhere, they rule the heart so they rule ferality in a way, diving back into their lion roots and fully delving into the fact that they are the rulers of the jungle and rulers of the world.

“Be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root 

And watches the slowing and starving of troops

And, lover, be good to me.

Be there and just as you stand or be like the rose that you hold in your hand 

That will grow bold in a barren and desolate land

Oh, lover, be good to me.”

Virgo Mars [Mars in 6th]

When I picture Virgo Mars at its most feral state I can clearly gaze upon an open field, a deer nosing at grass only to be pounced on by a random predator, yet Virgo represents both the predator and the prey, enforcing balance and really honoring nature fully. Virgo Mars is one of the most ferocious and determined martian placement because they understand how to use the life around them to their advantage. Failure is impossible because they are always ten steps ahead of everyone else. They understand balance, both aggressiveness, and peacefulness. 

“With the war of the fire, my heart moves to its feet

Like the ashes of ash, I saw eyes in the heat

Feel it soft and as pure as snow, fell in love with the fire long ago

With each love I could lose, I was never the same

Watch it still live in roofs, be consumed by the flame

I was fixed on your hand of gold, laying waste of my lovin' long ago”

Libra Mars [Mars in 7th]

When I picture Libra Mars at its most feral state, I see a person walking into a mossy lake only to never come out again. There is a slight underestimation when people first get to know the Libra Mars.  This martian placement matches up with tricky Aphrodite, Libra mars has secrets they dont want unturned, they have a hidden past that they want to be kept to themselves because they are never the people they were a few moments ago. They are evolving and healing, rubbing soil on their open wounds to grow into a new version of themselves. 

“I had a thought, dear, however scary about that night, the bugs and the dirt.

Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you. 

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do.” 

Scorpio Mars [Mars in 8th]

When I picture Scorpio Mars at its most feral state, there is a black burning tree in the middle of the falling snow, crackling and popping and falling to the pieces onto blankets of snow only to keep burning. Mars takes a different approach in this rulership, it is calculated, ready, and sure of whatever move is to be made as if it has been practiced for quite some time. There is no defeating a Scorpio mars, only succumbing, bending to its will, and praying that they will take mercy on your soul. 

“If I was born as a blackthorn tree, I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you

Fuel the pyre of your enemies.

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames?

Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze?

Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?

Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe?”

Sagittarius Mars [Mars in 9th]

When I picture Sagittarius Mars at its most feral state, I see the serpent in the garden of Eden sliding on its belly and offering an option of freedom, going against the grain of submissiveness. Sagittarius Mars tends to ooze this raw sex appeal that stems from their confidence & their need to question the life around them, never satisfied by what is given to them, instead they leave their own mark on the world before them by embracing individuality and moving along their own path. 

“I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found. 

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground.

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around.

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice,

Imagine being loved by me.” 

Capricorn Mars [Mars in 10th]

When I picture Capricorn Mars at its most feral state, I imagine the fall of an empire, a civilization, a society, forced to come to terms with the fact that its reign has come to an end. Mars in exalt, arguably one of the most powerful placements to have in the natal chart, there isn’t a way to prevent the energy of a Capricorn Mars, they are backed by Saturn, two malefic energies combining to create an unbeatable power and manifesting as strength in the native who claims this energy. 

“It's the light, and it's the obstacle that casts it

It's the heat that drives the light, It's the fire it ignites,

It's not the waking, it's the rising.

It's not the song, it is the singing.

It's the heaven of a human spirit ringing.

It is the bringing of the line, It is the bearing of the rhyme

It's not the waking, it's the rising.”

Aquarius Mars [Mars in 11th]

When I picture Aquarius Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a group of nude women, dancing around an intense fire, the full moon shining only for them as they howl out into the wind. Aquarius Mars is a placement that understands how to honor their roots and get back in touch with themselves to move to the future. They use their past to propel them into new opportunities and to become a higher version of themselves. There is no obstructing this futuristic placement, eyes steady on the prize that remains up ahead. 

“When you move, I can recall something that's gone from me

When you move honey, I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free.

So move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree,

You do it naturally, move me, baby.” 

Pisces Mars [Mars in 12th]

When I picture Pisces Mars at its most feral state, I envision a floating sailor, sinking in with each song that leaves the siren’s voice only to realize that it is too late as the last of air leaves their lungs and they now become one with the siren. Pisces Mars has the gift of “innocence” that people project onto them and they understand how to use it to their advantage and come out on top. Deception is a mastered tool but doesn’t negate the fact that they are simply seductive and persuasive and hold power that many are unaware of. They should continue to move carefully and use their “faults” to their benefit. 

“Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, 

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet.

Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile

It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. 

In leash-less confusion, I'll wander the concrete,

Wonder if better now having survived.

The jarring of judgment and reason's defeat. 

The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth; I'm alive.”

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So let's say Ransom got arrested for drunken misconduct, is that the right term? It's late I'm tired. 😂😂 Anyways he has to call his girl to come get him while she's at work. She's pissed but how would she punish him?😏

Ok, I know this isn’t totally what you asked for, but after Ransom’s little Freudian slip I’ve had this thought in my head and it lined up with this so well!! Plus, I can’t really see rich boy Ransom getting arrested for drunken disorderly unless he literally peed on a cop car, because he is a white man after all.

Anyways, there’s a whole bunch of French (shout out to my babe @sparkledfirecracker because I know she loves when I go bilingual) in this one. I thought of putting translations at the bottom but I think it’s more fun this way, that way if you want to use your own imagination about what these two dumbasses are saying, you can!

“What the fuck, hello?” You blinked slowly awake when you picked up your phone, barely able to come back to consciousness after working a 15 hour shift. “Ran, what’s going on?”

“Hey, Y/N…”

“Dylan?” When it wasn’t Ransom’s voice on the other end of the line you were jolted back to full awareness, shooting up in the bed and shushing the kitten when she started screaming at the disturbance. The dog just flopped over and went back to sleep. “What the fuck happened?”

“What? Oh shit, no, nothing bad.” He was eager to appease you when he heard the panic in your voice, laughing slightly when he heard you let out a deep breath.

“Well then what the fuck, Dyl?” You sagged into the mattress when your adrenaline started to go down. “It’s 1:00 in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry, but we need you to come pick up Ran.”

“Are you kidding me? Tell him to take an Uber!” You rolled your eyes and let out a deep groan. “I need my sleep, he knows this.”

“The thing is… fuck, hold on.” You heard some sort of scuffle in the background and a sound that you were pretty sure was your boyfriend singing drifted through the speaker. “No, you sit! Don’t fucking move, Drysdale! Y/N? Yeah, he’s refusing to leave the bar unless it’s with you. He already punched Logan.”

“Oh my god, fine. Where are you?” You were going to kill him, couldn’t even let you have one night off.

“The Aerie. One more thing, shit, Chaz, grab him!” You heard another scuffle and this time that was definitely your boyfriend calling one of his friends a mother fucker in a very drunken slur. “How’s your French?”

You pulled up to the bar thirty minutes later ready to commit murder, grumbling under your breath as you got out of the car. That boy wasn’t gonna be able to sit down for a week when you were done with him.

“Y/N! Bien-aimée!” Ok, goddamn it. He looked so fucking happy to see you, standing up way too fast and staggering towards you like a baby deer with the goofiest grin on his face. “Tu m'as tellement manqué.”

“Oh, ok, Ran!” You squealed a little when he pinned you against the side of the car and gripped your face between his hands, pressing his lips to yours desperately before he started mouthing at your throat. “Alright, what the fuck, you guys?”

“He just said he wanted to get drunk.” Chaz looked massively uncomfortable as he tried to avoid making eye contact with you. “Then he started talking about… things, and next thing we knew he’d bought a bottle of tequila and downed almost the whole thing.

“What ‘things’ was he talking about?” You did your best to redirect his hands when he tried to shove them under your sweats.

“Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Drysdale!” Logan was giving you an evil grin as he walked out of the bar, holding a bag of ice to his face where Ransom had punched him when he teased that your pussy had poisoned him.

“God, shut the fuck up, Logan!” Dylan moved between Logan and Ransom when your boyfriend turned to snarl at the asshole. “Ran, hey bud, Y/N is right there, see! Go, bury your face in her tits or something.”

“What the fuck, Dyl?” You hissed at him as you did your best to corral the drunk puppy who was hellbent on feeling you up, because apparently you were just the shiny thing he needed to get distracted from kicking Logan’s ass all over again.

“Sorry, once he got halfway through the bottle, he started getting kind of explicit.”

“Oh god, how explicit?”

“Allez mon amour, laisse-moi goûter cette jolie chatte.” He purred as he nibbled on your ear. “Je veux te baiser avec ma langue.”

You blew out a deep breath at that, Chaz and Dylan turning all kinds of red and trying to avoid making eye contact with you while Logan just gave you a shit eating grin.

“Non, tu es trop ivre.” You scolded, scrunching up your face when he started peppering you with tiny kisses.

“Non, je ne suis pas.” He pouted as he rested his forehead against yours. “Montre moi tes seins.”

“Jésus, tu es si mauvais.” You slapped his hands away when he teased them at the hem of your sweatshirt, getting the passenger door open and pointing at the seat. “Monte dans la putain de voiture, ou je t'y mettrai moi-même.”

“Très bien chérie.” He gave you a wicked grin as his hands skimmed up your sides. “Si tu me laisses serrer une mésange.”

“Putain de merde, d'accord.” You rolled your eyes at him and leaned against the car. “Juste sur, cependant.”

It was hard to stay annoyed when he gave an adorable little giggle before reaching out with a sigh to gently cup your breast, at least until he bent forward faster than he should have been able to with how drunk he was and bit you.

“Putain de trou du cul!” You managed to smack his arm when he dove into the car with a triumphant laugh, fighting with his seatbelt while you slammed the door behind him. “Dylan, Chaz, always great to see you. Thanks so much for this.” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm as they waved nervously at you. “Logan, fuck you.”

“Fuck you too, Y/N.” He tipped his drink at you when you moved to start the car, shrugging at the scowls Chaz and Dylan gave him. “Hey, she said it first, this time.”

“God, Ransom.” You sighed when you watched him struggle with his seatbelt for a few seconds before bending over the console to give him a hand. “Baby, why would you drink all that tequila?”

“Je t'aime tellement.” He curled over so he could mouth at your hair while you tried to help him. “Maintenant, chevauche ma bite.”

“Ok, no, you goddamn freak.” You sighed when he grabbed your hand and placed it over his growing bulge, grabbing his face with your free hand and forcing his gaze to yours. “Si je te fais un bisou, promets-tu d'être gentil?”

“Oui chérie.” He swallowed thickly when you brought your lips to his, whining when your tongue slid over his and curled inside his mouth until he couldn’t breathe. “Merde.”

“Uh-huh.” You sat back in the driver’s seat and started to pull out. “Maintenant sois bon.”

He managed to keep himself under control during the drive home, content to just give you forlorn looks as he fought the drowsiness that was threatening to pull him under. It did work though, after fifteen minutes he was snoring softly when you looked over at him, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face while you were at a stoplight.

Getting him out of the car and into the house was a bitch, he did not want to wake up, and started growling at you when you dragged him out of his seat. He was still mumbling in French while you pulled him up the stairs, throwing him on the bed with an exhausted huff and sighing as you started the task of getting him out of his clothes, because he was basically a cranky toddler at this point. The only thing that finally got him to hold still enough for you to get his pants off was when you set the kitten on his chest, his eyes lighting up as he cradled her and made soft cooing noises.

“Bonjour, chaton.” He was singing to the cat now, this was too fucking adorable. “Où est ton ami, le chien?”

“Le chien s'est enfui parce qu'il ne voulait pas s'occuper de ton cul ivre.” You scolded, tossing his pants in the hamper before starting to unbutton his shirt. “Bras en l'air.”

He did as you ordered, his face splitting in a grin once you got him down to his Calvins and then he was pulling you on top of him with a laugh.

“Ransom, I need to sleep!” You we’re too tired to keep up the French, putting a finger over his lips when he looked like he was going to sass you. “No, I’ll let you hold my tits or my pussy or whatever you want, just let me rest, ok?”

Well, he wasn’t gonna say no to that, curling himself around your back to spoon you after he nodded his agreement and sliding one hand between your legs to cup your mound while the other squeezed your breast. He sighed happily into your hair once he had settled, both of your breathing growing deeper with sleep as you sank into the mattress.

“Je t'aime, Y/N.” He murmured softly into your hair, nuzzling deeper and sighing when the scent of you filled his lungs.

“Je t'aime aussi, Ransom.” You were barely awake. “Aller dormir.”

“D'accord.” He felt his eyelids flutter as you started snoring softly, your exhaustion finally overtaking you so you didn’t even hear him. “Jolie femme.”

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God, I’m so soft for these two, you guys 🥺🥺

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Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

Before You (Part 3)

Summary: Y/N and Elliot are moving goods and catching feels. Fez is impressed. Rue is lonely. Y/N gets a visit from the last person she wants to see. Companion series to Because Of You.

Trigger Warning: This series contains explicit language, mentions of drug use/dealing, domestic disputes & mentions of sex. If you or anyone you know is struggling with mental illness/addiction please reach out to a professional for help. 💜

Part 1 | Part 2

“I’m Y/N, this is my lovely assistant Elliot.” Y/N announces to the room full of strangers. “Anything you need, we got you. Let’s kick off with a little puff, puff, pass on me. In honor of our good friend and your host, Keith.”

“It’s Kevin!” The man objects.

Elliot shakes his head, a smile playing at his lips.

“Happy fucking birthday, Kevin!” Y/N shouts back, then the music begins to pound again.

“WOOOO!”

She steps away from the sound system, back to the long white pop up table where all the good are laid out.

“Keith?” Elliot leans in, his lips brushing the shell of Y/N’s ear.

“The paper said Keith.” Then again Fez has a tendency to change people’s names to his liking at any given time.

Elliot turns his attention back to the table. There’s a fuckboy on the other side. Then again they’re all fuckboys, it’s a frat party.

“Let’s see what you got, baby.” Douche bag number one rubs his hands together in anticipation.

Y/N lights the joint, taking a long hit before handing it off. “Everything is labeled. Pick your prize.”

He inhales deeply, exhaling through his nose. “You on the table?”

Y/N let’s out a surprised laugh.

“Nah, man. She’s good.” Elliot answers for her.

“Oh,” fuckboy nods. “I’ll toss in an extra hundred if you let me do a line between your tits.”

One hundred times ten is a grand. “Bet.”

Elliot raises his brows, “um, ok.”

“Can you line it up?” Y/N asks, tossing her shirt aside and leaning back on the table.

“Yeah, boyfriend, line it up for us.”

Elliot shoots him a grin. Dumping a bit of dust onto Y/N’s chest and pushing it into a neat pile that stops just above the center closure of her bra. “All you, man.”

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“That was…” Y/N lets out a giggle. Her head is light, spinning endlessly above rational thought. “Exhilarating.”

“Was it?” Elliot scoffs, fingers tightening their grip on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, what the fuck?” Her brows furrow. “We made bank. Wanna stop for like tacos or something?”

“I’m good.” He’s not good.

“Don’t you have the munchies?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asks, watching the street lights flicker through the window.

“Not a thing.” Elliot retorts, flipping on the turn signal.

“You seem pissed.”

“I’m not gonna play games.”

“What?” Y/N turns to look at him. “I know you’re not- you didn’t think that we- I’m in love with Rue.”

“You want a metal?” Elliot meets her gaze for a split second before moving his eyes back to the road.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is. I thought you had a crush on Rue.”

“I do.” Elliot admits.

“But then you slept with Jules.”

“I like Jules.”

“So why are you mad at me?” This shit is going straight over her head.

“Because I like you.” He tells Y/N.

“You can’t like all of us.” She waves a dismissive hand. He’s the one playing fucking games.

“Says who?”

“Literally everyone.” Y/N thunks her head back against the headrest.

Elliot stays quiet for a moment and then, “why are you so desperate to cram yourself into a tiny little box to appease a bunch of people who don’t even know you? You think ‘literally everyone’ gives a shit about you?”

Y/N doesn’t answer.

“You know who gives a shit about you?” Elliot spits, “me.”

“Don’t.” She blinks up at the fabric ceiling.

“Rue.” He hits where it hurts. “Hell even Jules.”

“Stop it.”

“Whatever that situation was…it wasn’t malicious.” Elliot wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, more than that, he wasn’t trying to get hurt. “We got caught up in the moment and I lost my best friends.”

“Have you tried talking to them?” Y/N wonders.

“They don’t want to talk to me.” Elliot parks his car in the driveway. Shutting off the engine and removing the keys.

Y/N presses down on the button securing her seatbelt. “Maybe you, because you are the one who fucked your friend’s girlfriend, should extend the olive branch.”

“I don’t know.” Elliot runs a hand over his face.

“All they can do is say no.” Y/N reaches into her back pocket to check her phone. There’s a text from a number she doesn’t recognize.

‘We need to talk.’

‘Don’t know who this is, so we don’t need to do anything.’

That’s the end of the conversation. Probably the wrong number.

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“Damn girl.” Fez says, taking in the mess of dollar bills on his kitchen table. “You making a killing.”

“Learned from the best.” Y/N shakes a handful of twenties at him.

“Don’t fuck with my piles.” Ashtray snaps, he’s helping her count.

“Sorry.”

“I didn’t teach you all this.” Fez drawls, pulling out a chair to sit.

“Your advice helped a lot. Your list of people was pretty good too. Elliot just helped me serve an entire frat house for Kevin, not Keith’s, birthday. A few of them offered extra Benjamins to do lines between my-” Y/N breaks off, moving to cover Ash’s ears with her hands. “Tits.”

“Heard that.” The boy grumbles, brushing her off to continue counting.

Y/N’s phone buzzes to life on the table top. The caller I.D. reading ‘Rue.’ “I gotta take this.”

Fez nods, watching her run to his room and close the door.

Taking a deep breath Y/N picks up, “hello.”

“Hi.” She pauses, “it’s Rue.”

“Is everything ok?” Rue is more of a texter than a caller.

“Yeah. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Rue-”

“I miss you,” another pause, “and I know you said you weren’t mad at me, but it kind of feels like you’re mad at me.”

Y/N swallows down her guilt, “I’m not mad. I promise.”

“I’m sorry that I-“

Y/N cuts her off. “You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“No, please. I need to say it.” Rue’s voice break.

“Ok.” Y/N sinks into Fezco’s mattress, letting her talk.

“I know that I hurt you. I’m sorry for what I did. But it feels like if I want be with you I would have to be,” Rue searches for the words. “Like perfect.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Rue, I am not perfect.”

“I could build around you, you know? A future, a life, a foundation. I could trust you not to leave me at a fucking train station or drop me on the side of the road. Even if you were mad at me. You know what you want and you don’t get scared.”

“That’s not true.” She gets scared all the time.

“No bullshit, I would be happy with you for the rest of my life.” Rue admits.

“Right now we focus on keeping you clean.” That has to be the priority. “Get you to a good place mentally, emotionally. Then we try.”

“Don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t.”

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Y/N takes the long way home. Her suitcase safely tucked away behind the laundry basket in Fez’s closet.

She’s supposed to be happy. Happy that Rue is willing to work on things. Happy that Laurie’s money will be secured soon. Happy that if Elliot takes her advice the band might be getting back together.

The rumble of a car engine pulls Y/N from her own head. Moving farther into the gutter she allows plenty of room for them to pass, but they don’t. The truck crawling beside her at a snails pace.

“We need to talk.”

Y/N purses her lips. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Nate stares out his open window, directly into her eyes. “Just listen then, you’re gonna want to hear this.”

“Pass.”

“A lot of people you care about are going to get hurt.” He says, more promise than threat.

“What the hell,” Y/N shrugs. “Let’s go for a ride.”

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“Knock, knock.”

Dayton peeks up at the girl in his doorway. “My savior.” He scoffs, tossing another unfolded t-shirt into his duffel bag. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I wanted to stop by and say thanks.” Sawyer leans heavily against wooden frame.

“For?”

“Having the balls to say what I never did.”

“So you knew your parents were fucking their friends?” Dayton challenges.

Sawyer lets out a puff of air, “It was like this secret that wasn’t a secret. Talking about it was kinda therapeutic.”

“Are you ok?” He shouldn’t really give a shit, but he does.

“I am.” She decides, “I wasn’t for a while. It felt like the whole world kinda flipped on it’s head. Then I realized that nothing actually changed. I was just being stupid.” She has her moms and a couple of really great bonus parents.

“You’re a lot of things, Sawyer, mainly a fucking snitch.” He points an accusatory finger at her.

She snorts, “fuck off.”

“But you aren’t stupid. You’re allowed to feel your feelings.”

“I didn’t have those feelings,” she crosses both arms over her chest. She almost wishes that the four of them would’ve sat her down and said ‘hey, we’re in love.’ She would’ve understood that. She was upset because they hid it, albeit not very well. “Then I did.”

“Well, my rents are checking me into a twelve week rehab stent because of you. You might’ve fucked around and stopped me from overdosing.” Dayton tells her.

“So you’re saying thank you too?”

Dayton screws up his face, “I guess so.”

Part 4

This might give mixed feelings but hear me out.

Barry saying he wants you to be his little housewife as a joke but then really giving you the choice, along with a slutty outfit;)

Author's Notes: Why do I want this? This was just all so fun, and I feel like I got carried away? Oh, well.

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Mentions of guns, Mentions of pregnancy, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos (daddy kink?)

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Barry watched her hurry around his house from his spot on the couch, his feet kicked up on the coffee table. He sipped at his beer as she tore through the house, bedroom to living room, looking for her pants.

"Don't help, Barry." She grumbled as she pulled back the blanket from the back of the couch where he sat.

"You know, I make enough money to support the both of us. You don't gotta work, if you don't wanna." Barry replied as he brought his beer to his lips, looking at her backside in only a thong beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"Well, maybe I wanna work." She stated as she pulled her jeans from behind the couch then climbed off, pulling her jeans back on.

"You wanna be my Sugar Daddy, Barry?" She grinned as she buttoned up her jeans then leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

"Call me Daddy, don't you?" Barry smirked as he rested his head back on the couch and watched as she made her way back to his bedroom to finish getting ready.

"Barry!" She laughed from the bedroom, grabbing her bag. She hurried out to the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar from the box on the counter and went to lean down to kiss him goodbye.

"Stay here. Quit your job. Be my little housewife, take care of me instead of those rich fucks at the club." Barry muttered as he grabbed at the waistband of her jeans and pulled her onto his lap.

"Your job doesn't have benefits." She replied softly as she twisted his necklace around her fingers, appeasing him and sitting in his lap for a few moments.

"What you need benefits for? You got me. I'll take care of you." Barry grinned as he ran his hands over her backside in her tight jeans, keeping her snug in his lap.

"And what will I do?" She questioned, letting go of his necklace in favour of twisting a stray curl that had fallen from his elastic.

"Stay here and be beautiful. Be my little housewife, like I told you. Maybe fill you out with a baby or two." Barry smirked with a bite of his bottom lip as he placed a hand on her stomach.

"Oh! So, you're really on that Daddy shit?" She laughed with a pull of his hair.

"Maybe." Barry kept his lip between his teeth as he thumbed at the button of her jeans.

"Barry, no. I have to leave, or Martina will fire my ass." She stated firmly as she climbed off of his lap.

Barry sighed as he placed his hands on his thighs dramatically, then rested his head back on the couch again.

"Let her fire that ass. I need you more." Barry replied as he pulled his head up and watched as she made her way towards the door.

"Not today, baby. I'll see you tonight. I love you." She blew him a kiss and ran out the door, the screen door shutting slowly on its hinge behind her.

Barry grumbled a "love you, too" as he tossed a wave at the empty doorway. The house felt empty without her now, and he was lonely. He grabbed his wallet from the coffee table and stood up, exiting the door the same way as his girl.

When she came home from work that night it was late - after 10pm. All the lights except for the bedroom were on in the small house. It wasn't like Barry to go to sleep without her, and it wasn't like him to go bed so early. She walked up the broken down steps and into the house with a call of his name.

"Back here." He replied with a shout from the bedroom.

She tossed her bag down on the floor in the kitchen, to be tended to later along with the mountain of dishes he had some how made in the few hours she had been gone. She found him in the bedroom, rummaging through a small bag with his back turned to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she leaned against the door frame of the bedroom.

"Put that on." Barry grinned as he tossed the paper bag at her from the other side of the bed.

"What is it?" She caught the bag in both hands and turned it over.

"Won't explode. Just put it on." He smirked, running his fingertips over the bit of scruff on his top lip.

"A slutty maid outfit. For when I clean your house, I assume?" She scoffed when she pulled out the sheer, black and white outfit.

"Can wear it then, if you want. Give me another reason to wife you up." Barry muttered as he slowly made his way around the bed and over to her, still standing in the door way.

"You know what, after today, your little housewife offer doesn't sound so bad." She sighed as she rubbed her forehead.

"Can't say stuff like that to me. Might just throw you on the bed, put a baby in you." Barry replied as he grabbed at her hips, turning her towards the bed then backed her up so her knees hit the edge of the bed.

She squealed as her back hit the unmade bed, her arms around his neck bringing him with her. Barry braced his weight on his forearms so he didn't crush her as he fell on top of her.

"Barry!" She laughed as she brought her thighs up to his hips, her hands at the back of his neck.

"Gonna be my little wife? Hmm?" Barry smiled as he kissed down her neck and began to unbutton that stupid blouse she had to wear for work.

"Only if you teach me how to shoot the gun." She stated softly as she extended her neck so his kisses didn't miss a spot.

"That all I have to do to keep you around? Show you my other piece? Shit. I'm gonna have you knocked up in no time." Barry grinned as he sat up on his knees to pull of his shirt, tossing it to the ground.

"Barry!" She squealed as he thumbed open the last button of her shirt and let him kiss away the stress of her day.

Maybe being his housewife wasn't the worst idea he ever had..

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