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The Younger Kind Part 34 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley convinces you to order a new bed by using an interesting tactic. And when you realize you were Bradley's first for something, you're already excited to find out if you can be his first again. Because he was yours, and with one simple word, Noah had you wrapped around his tiny fingers even more.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, spanking, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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After work on Friday, Bradley picked Noah up on his way home. Casey tried to talk his ear off when he arrived at the daycare center. She seemed pleased that Bradley was alone today, and she pulled the clipboard away from him with a smirk when he tried to take it from her to sign it.

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me tonight? Or another night?" she asked, and Bradley just stared at her. "Us and Noah, of course."

She was probably the same age as you. Maybe he'd been giving Casey some sort of hope when he'd wrapped his arms around you yesterday. But even if he were single, he wouldn't go for someone who worked where Noah went to school. "I have a girlfriend, Casey. You've met her several times. She's on my approved list of people who are allowed to take Noah home."

With a sigh she set the clipboard down in front of him. "I didn't know it was serious."

"It's serious," he promised as he scribbled down his name on the correct line. And then without another word, she went to retrieve Noah for him. It was unbelievable. Suddenly, because of you, Bradley was appealing to younger women. And you were obviously appealing to everyone, including Beau Simpson. Every time Bradley saw him at work, he smirked at the admiral. That man wanted you that night at the bar, but you were Bradley's. He could get hard for you just thinking about it.

"Daddy!" shouted Noah as he ran across the small lobby.

"Hey, Bub." Bradley scooped him up and got a kiss.

"Where's Princess? I like it when you pick me up together."

Bradley shifted his gaze to Casey as he said, "Let's go home and get her."

"Do you think she made ants on logs for me?" Noah asked as Bradley carried him outside.

Bradley kissed his son and said, "I think there's a good possibility."

Before he started the engine, he texted you and let you know that Noah was asking for you and for his favorite treat. Your response left him aching to get home as quickly as possible.

My Princess: Of course I made him some ants. I know what you boys like. Dinner is nearly ready, too. Can't wait to see you Daddy.

When he finally rushed in the front door in his flight suit with Noah in his arms, you were there in the living room, ready to greet both of them.

"Princess!" Noah gushed, climbing from Bradley's arms to yours. "I made you a painting of a dinosaur in a crown."

You kissed his cheek and said, "I absolutely need to see it right now."

So Bradley pulled it out of the backpack with a smile on his face, even though you'd completely ditched him in favor of kissing Noah. Because he loved the way you interacted with his son.

You gasped when he held it up and said, "Noah! It's perfect! Let's hang it on the refrigerator." It actually just looked like some green and purple blobs, but you took it from Bradley's hand anyway as you whispered, "Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, Baby." Bradley had a lot of things in mind for you, but none of them were really appropriate at this moment, so he just gave you a soft kiss and followed you to the kitchen.

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After Noah was in bed, you changed into one of Bradley's soft shirts and a cute pair of your underwear. You finally felt like your things were organized neatly in his house and his bedroom. Your house... your bedroom. Just thinking about it made you smile. But the bed needed to go. You'd spent a good portion of your day looking for a new one online, but everything seemed so expensive.

"Why do you look upset?" Bradley asked when he walked in, fresh out of the shower. He removed the towel from his waist and used it to dry his hair. Even when he wasn't hard, he looked huge, and you bit your lip in need.

"I'm not upset," you insisted, closing the distance to him. "Just annoyed at the price of a new bed."

Bradley ran his index finger along your lip. "You have your pretty purple princess credit card. Use it. I agree, we should have a new bed."

You kissed his finger before you said, "The one I like is over a thousand dollars."

"Princess. You know by now that I'm not going to get mad if you spend money. Thank you for giving me a heads up about the price of the bed," he said, voice deep and raspy. "It sounds fine to me."

When you tucked your face against his warm chest, you whispered, "Thank you, Daddy."

One of his big hands trailed down your back until he was cupping your butt and playing with your lace thong. He slid his index finger inside the elastic, and your nipples got hard as he ran his finger slowly up and down your rear end until you clenched around nothing. "I have an idea," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Maybe it would be easier for you to use the credit card if you got a punishment of sorts when you did."

"A punishment?" you asked, looking up at him puzzled with your chin resting on his chest.

"A fun one," he said with a nod, squeezing your butt. "I could spank you."

You tilted your head back and gaped up at him as he continued to work his palm along your flesh. You'd never done that before, which wasn't surprising, because you'd never been with an older man before. And that always seemed like the kind of thing a boy your own age would turn into a silly foray into a kink that you thought you might actually enjoy with the right person. "Spank me?"

Bradley's cock was a little hard now as his fingers worked down and down until he was teasing both of your holes. "Only if you want to. Might motivate you to use the credit card," he whispered with a smirk as your eyes fluttered closed.

You moaned for him, long and needy, and when he took a few steps backward toward the edge of the bed, you followed him. When he sat down with his legs splayed, his cock looked gorgeous. Just shy of fully erect. Long, pink and pretty.

"What if I don't like it?" you asked softly, taking a step closer to him.

"Then I'll stop."

"And what if I do like it?" you asked, running your fingers along his thigh.

Bradley pulled your shirt up a few inches and kissed your belly. "Then Daddy will spank you when you use your princess card."

You moaned again and squeezed your thighs tight. "That sounds hot." And next thing you knew, he had you tossed across his lap with your butt up in the air. You could feel the tip of his cock rubbing along your belly as you scrambled to grab the bedding with one hand and his calf with the other. You looked up at him over your shoulder, and before you could say anything at all, he pushed your shirt up and rubbed his hand along your back, butt and thighs. And then he landed a solid slap that left your skin tingling, and you were already prepared to beg him for more.

He spanked you again, right on the round of your butt, and you gasped, "Fuck. Bradley!"

He soothed your skin with his rough palm. "Do you want me to stop, Princess?"

"No!" you nearly shouted, wiggling yourself up in the air for more. And he delivered, spanking you three more times in rapid succession. "I love it," you gasped, wiggling a little more against his thigh.

"I can see that," Bradley crooned. "That's because you're young and sweet, and you've never been bad like this before. You never had a Daddy who wanted you to use his credit card before."

His hand landed with another stinging smack, and you jerked against him, panting as you stared at the bedroom floor, waiting for more. Your thong was pulled taut, the fabric tight along your clit, and each movement brought pressure exactly where you wanted it. "Please?" you whined, and you listened to Bradley chuckle as you rubbed your pussy on his thigh.

"Wow. You really want this." He ran his fingers along the length of the strip of fabric between your cheeks, teasing your holes through the lace. You couldn't stop grinding on him. His coarse leg hairs and his muscular body kept you anchored as he spanked you so hard, you clenched.

Then you were treated to another round of being soothed while Bradley told you to keep quiet. And the next time his hand met your right butt cheek, you jerked yourself against his thigh and whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

"Really?" Bradley asked. "Should I let you?" He was back to soothing you and running his fingers across your holes.

"Daddy," you begged. "I'll order the bed tonight. I promise."

Bradley tucked his fingers inside your thong and teased you as he muttered, "This is going to work out even better than I thought." Then he used both hands on your hips to press you down harder on his lap, and you wiggled until you were moaning and clenching harder and harder.

"Yes," you gasped, and as you reached the peak of your orgasm, he spanked you so many times in a row, your eyes filled with tears of satisfaction. "Daddy," you whimpered, looking up at his smile and his handsome face.

"You're such a good girl for me," he praised, and slowly you managed to stand between his thighs on shaky legs. You kissed his lips softly as his big hands gently cupped your throbbing rear end. "I love you. Now order a new bed."

"I will," you promised, running your fingers along his erection. "After I take care of this." Bradley watched you with eyes wide, as you sank to your knees in front of him. You knew how much he loved your mouth on him like this, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. His cock was throbbing in your hands as you kissed the angry, red tip and looked up at him. "After I take care of you."

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Your mouth on his cock was always a treat for Bradley, but you still had tears in your eyes which made you look even more beautiful to him as he reached for your paper crown and set it on your head. You kissed and nuzzled his cock with your face before pressing soft kisses along his balls. He wasn't going to last long after the spanking when you were as good as you were. But he was feeling smug; you got off rubbing on him while he spanked your perfect ass.

He was planning on rewarding you by eating your pussy all night. He wasn't expecting to be the one who got head, but he'd never complain about this. Not when your perfect lips were wrapping around his cock like you were right at home.

"You're so fucking good," he groaned, head tipping back as you took him deep. He took a few deep breaths as you got him really worked up. You were bobbing and moaning, and he watched you take him as his hands found your face.

When you popped him free to take a deep breath, a pretty strand of your saliva dripped down onto the shirt you were wearing. "Feel good, Daddy?"

He huffed out a laugh. "Baby, you're the best." He stroked your cheek as you sucked on his tip and kept your pretty eyes on his. The crown was crooked on your head now, and he was just a mess for you. "Let me paint your lips up?" he asked, grinning as he thought about the lipgloss you liked to wear. Tonight he wanted you to wear him.

You sucked him expertly until he was panting, and then you jerked him off onto your lips and face as you giggled. "You gonna help me get cleaned up?" you asked softly as Bradley looked at you completely mesmerized. He reached to swipe his long fingers through his cum, but then he paused as he remembered the polaroid camera sitting on the dresser.

"Don't move," he whispered, kissing your forehead as he stood. When he returned and got the camera ready, he kissed the top of your head and whispered your name. "Baby, if you think I wasn't wild about the photos you sent away with me, I can assure you that I was. Will you let me have more?"

"Yes," you whined, licking at your lips as Bradley took a picture of you before setting it aside. And he'd fight a hundred more Carls who tried to take such a pretty photo away from him in the future.

"Let's clean you up, Princess," he murmured, kneeling in front of you and swiping his fingers through his mess. You licked his fingers clean over and over again, and Bradley pressed his lips to yours tasting himself. Then he put your crown back on the bedpost where it belonged, accidentally bumping your butt as he hung it up.

"Oww," you whined as he helped you to your feet. "I'm sore."

"I know," he whispered, collapsing onto the bed and coaxing you on top of him. He ran his palm gently along your ass as you curled up with your cheek on his chest. "God, you're perfect."

"I've never been spanked before," you whispered, and Bradley smiled against the top of your head.

"I've never spanked anyone before."

You looked up at him immediately. "You haven't?" you asked in awe. "I thought you and Meredith..."

But he just shook his head. "Who would I have done that with? I've never had a girlfriend who called me her Daddy before. You make me want to do everything with you."

He watched you preen as you propped yourself up on his chest. "Everything?"

"Everything."

You kissed his pecs as he handed your phone to you. "Am I ordering a new bed right now?" you asked with a little giggle.

"Yes," he grunted. "Put it on your princess card."

You held up your phone so he could see the bed and mattress you picked out. King sized. Four poster. But he liked it even better than the one he had now. He nodded and watched you purchase it. You tossed the phone aside and whispered, "Just wait. I'll earn myself another spanking in no time."

Bradley kissed you and said, "I know you will. Now let's talk about Big Bear Lake."

"Big Bear Lake?" you asked with a yawn as Bradley continued to soothe your rear end with his hands.

"Yeah," he rasped. "When can you take a few days off of work so I can spoil you and Noah with a little trip to the mountains? Penny, Mav and Amelia want to go. We'd have some built-in babysitters."

"Mmm," you hummed, a smile on your lips as you snuggled against him again. "Let me talk to Dr. Kelly." Then Bradley let you fall asleep in his arms.

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When you woke up on Saturday morning, your butt was still sore, but you were smiling against Bradley's chest. "Morning, Princess," he murmured in your ear. "How you feeling?" He rubbed his hand down your back and gently cupped you.

"So good," you groaned. Truly, you had enjoyed every minute of last night. Plus you were getting a new bed in this room. And Bradley had never spanked anyone else. And you'd slept so well. You straddled his waist, ready to show him just how good you were feeling. "Daddy."

But then you heard Noah jump out of his bed and open his door, and you knew he'd be in your bedroom in a matter of seconds. Bradley sighed as you scrambled under the covers with him, brushing his cock which was already getting hard for you. "I mean, I love my son, but..." he said with a laugh.

"Don't you dare!" you replied with a scandalized giggle. "He's an angel."

"Daddy? Princess?" Noah asked as he pushed the door open. "I'm hungry." He was so sweet, standing there rubbing his eyes as he looked at both of you.

"Head on into the kitchen, Bub," Bradley told him. "We'll make you something yummy."

Once Noah was gone again, Bradley rolled out of bed, and you wanted to reach for him as he pulled some underwear on. Then he set his gray sweatpants down next to you and said, "Take your time."

You stretched and tried to sit up, but your butt hurt so much. So you just pulled on the sweatpants and stopped in the bathroom on your way to the kitchen. When you looked in the mirror, you were smiling nonstop. And when you went to see what the boys were up to, you smelled coffee brewing and saw your favorite creamer on the counter. Bradley was standing in front of the open refrigerator, shaking his head.

"What do you want to eat?" he was asking Noah.

"Pancakes!" he replied from his seat at the table.

He grunted. "How about something I know how to make," he grumbled. "Let's give Princess a morning off."

"I can make pancakes," you insisted, and he turned to look at you over his shoulder with a smile. You kissed Noah on the head and asked, "You want butter and syrup? Some strawberries, too?"

"Yes, Mommy," he replied, looking up at you with questioning eyes. Your heart stopped. It must have. You were having a hard time breathing normally as you looked down into his brown eyes and then up into Bradley's. "Mommy?" Noah asked, quieter this time, and you didn't know how to respond.

"Noah." His name felt so precious on your lips as tears came to your eyes. You weren't sure if this is what Bradley wanted. But you wanted it. You could tell you were on the verge of crying as you stroked Noah's hair with your fingers.

When one tear streaked down your cheek, you asked Bradley, "Is that okay?"

He was right there with his hands at your waist and his lips next to your ear. "It's okay with me, Mommy."

You kissed your boyfriend hard on the lips before swiping at your cheeks and reaching for Noah. "Come here," you said, picking him up even though he was getting heavy and nuzzling your face to his neck. You kissed him and said, "Let's go find the strawberries in the refrigerator."

When you pulled out the carton of berries, you let Noah hold them. He looked delighted as you kept kissing his cheek over and over again while Bradley got your coffee ready for you. And he was all smiles just like his son as you held back your tears. You loved both of them so much, and you didn't want to put Noah down. So you just stood in the middle of the kitchen with him in your arms while Bradley took the strawberries and washed them for you.

Then you whispered to the child in your arms, "I love you, sweet Noah."

"I love you, too," he said with a smile. "But I'm hungry."

"Right," you said with a laugh. "I'll make your pancakes."

Bradley had been hanging back for a minute, giving you a moment with Noah, but now his arms were wrapped around you both. He kissed your temple before saying, "Come help me with the strawberries so Mommy can cook breakfast."

Your ears were ringing with the word Mommy. They both kept saying it. You didn't think you would ever stop smiling. You took a sip from Bradley's Getting high is part of my job mug, and you swore you had never tasted anything so delicious in your life. You made pancakes, and they turned out beautifully. You even made some for Noah roughly in the shape of suns and stars, and he looked delighted when you set them down in front of him. Then you cut them into smaller bites and added syrup and some of the strawberries Bradley had managed to cut up.

"Thanks, Mommy," Noah said as he shoved a forkful into his mouth. Bradley was reaching for a few pancakes from the stack as he smiled at you, but you took the fork from his hand and settled onto his lap even though it hurt your butt.

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him softly. "Thank you, Daddy," you whispered, combing your fingers through his hair. "I love him."

"I know you do," he replied, pulling you closer. "He's wanted to call you his Mommy for a while. I'm just happy you're okay with it."

You laughed and watched Noah eating a strawberry covered in syrup. "I'm more than okay with it."

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For the rest of the day, you and Noah were inseparable. You colored together and did some puzzles, and Noah sat on your lap while he ate lunch. And your smile was infectious. Bradley thought about engagement rings and your birth control for most of the day even though he knew he shouldn't. But how was he supposed to help himself when you were playing tic-tac-toe and eating ants on logs with his son? How was he supposed to put it off any longer when he saw how happy you were?

He texted Mav a few times, making sure he could secure that lake house for a long weekend. And when you convinced Noah to take an afternoon nap, Bradley had you in his arms in the quiet house. He scooped you up as you giggled.

"Think I should mark you down as Noah's Mommy at the daycare center?" he asked, dropping you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. He made quick work of the gray sweatpants and your thong.

You moaned and said, "Casey would be so pissed off," as Bradley pulled his underwear down and stroked himself a few times.

"Imagine how annoyed she'll be when I get a ring on your finger," he growled.

You gasped as he pushed his cock inside you, and Bradley devoured your lips with his. You gaped up at him as he pushed your thighs wide and looped his arms around your legs. "Daddy," you whine softly, just spurring him on. He wanted to be gentle, because he knew you were still sore. But he felt feral inside. He wanted to mark you as his own.

It didn't last long, and as soon as he filled your pussy up with his cum, Bradley pulled you against his side for an afternoon nap in the now silent house. He dozed with you and ran his hand along your back, enjoying the soft sound of your even breaths. He had promised Nat that he would make an appearance at the Hard Deck tonight after missing out on so many weeks. When everyone was awake, he would check to see if Amelia could come over and watch Noah for a few hours.

But when you woke up and went right back to playing and snuggling with Noah who kept calling you Mommy, he shouldn't have been surprised at all that you didn't want to go out. As soon as he mentioned the bar, you looked up at him from the craft project taking place on the living room floor like he was very simple.

"What would I want to go out tonight? Noah and I are busy. Besides, if I go and that Beau Simpson guy is there and touches me again, he's getting slapped."

Bradley knelt down and kissed you with a grin. "That's Mav's boss. You know that, right?"

"I don't care who he is," you huffed, gluing construction paper together.

"We'll stay in," Bradley whispered, but you were already shaking your head.

"Go out with Nat. I'll stay here with this sweet boy."

Bradley studied you as you looked at him. Your hand was rubbing Noah's back as he used some safety scissors to turn orange paper into a confetti mess that Bradley would be all too happy to clean up later. Because he could tell you were finally feeling like you belonged here without any stipulations or an expiration date. "You want me to go out for a bit?" he asked softly. "So you can have a night with Noah all to yourself?"

You nodded with a smile and said, "It'll be just like when you had the dating app. You'll go out for a few hours and rush back home pretending you're not completely smitten with me and just dying to have a flirtatious conversation on the couch."

Bradley groaned softly and kissed your lips. "I wasn't hiding it very well, was I?"

"No," you whispered. "But neither was I."

"I love you. I'll ask Nat to pick me up for a few hours so you and Noah can play together."

And the two of you were still playing in the living room when Nat arrived to pick him up. You'd turned the couch cushions into a little tunnel and a fort, and you were laying in it together watching Mickey Mouse on TV and eating popcorn. Bradley had to laugh, because he may as well have gone out for the entire afternoon since neither of you noticed him cleaning up the rest of the house as you laughed.

"Hey, Natasha!" you said, offering her some popcorn.

Nat took a few kernels and asked, "You're not coming out with us?" as she ruffled Noah's hair.

"No," you replied easily. "I'm going to stay in tonight with the little guy. You got the big one."

Nat groaned as Bradley grabbed his house key. "He used to be fun to go out with. Now he just talks about you all night and mopes when you're not there."

"Sorry?" But you were laughing and looking at Bradley.

"Don't be sorry. I love to see a grown man turn pathetic," Nat replied, winking at you. "Come on, Rooster."

Bradley knelt and then crawled across the floor to kiss Noah. "Love you," he said. Then he leaned closer to you and kissed your cheek. "Love you too, Princess."

When he grunted as he stood, you laughed and said, "Don't drink too much, old man." And then they were gone and you snuggled with Noah.

"Mommy, will you make me ants?" he asked softly when the popcorn was gone.

"At this rate, you might turn into an ant," you told him, tickling his sides as he laughed hysterically. His chubby little cheeks were pink, and he looked so happy. He was a tiny, overjoyed version of Bradley, and you loved him so much.

"An ant! Mommy, you're funny," he giggled, and you scooped him up and took him into the kitchen. Once you peeled and sliced the carrots, you let him use a spoon to glob the peanut butter on them, and subsequently also on the kitchen counter. He sprinkled on some raisins and took a bite.

By the time you got him into a bath, he had peanut butter everywhere, and your face hurt from smiling. You and he had a rubber duck battle until your clothing was wet. And you read eight books to him before bed, including the ones that you picked out at the bookshop with Bradley. Noah was yawning and trying to keep his eyes open as he sat on your lap, and if this is what being his Mom was like, you never wanted it to stop.

"Love you, sweet Noah," you whispered, smothering him in kisses once he was in bed. You quietly organized the books on his shelf and watched him drift to sleep. You turned on his night light and eventually slipped out of his bedroom. Then you leaned against the wall in the hallway, feeling a little bit overwhelmed by everything.

Then you giggled. Bradley mentioned a ring earlier. Noah felt like he was yours. Bradley felt like he'd never let you go. All of the sweet gestures and the afternoon sex left you tingling. When you went to turn on his favorite song so you could take a shower, you saw a message from Natasha on your phone.

Fair warning... he's pretty drunk. I'll return him home in one piece, but then he's your problem.

You took a quick shower, still smiling, and then slipped into a pair of your underwear and one of Bradley's oversized tropical print shirts that fell to your mid thigh. You did up most of the buttons and grabbed some Skittles from the kitchen. You were about halfway through a documentary about a serial killer when you heard someone pull into the driveway.

Your heart beat a little faster as you peeked out the window and watched Bradley being led up the sidewalk by his best friend. "Easy," Natasha said as if she was talking to a confused animal.

"Just wanna see her," he replied, way too loud as she tried to quiet him down.

"She lives with you now, Rooster. You see her all the time."

Bradley just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and started to chuckle. "She fucking lives with me, Nat. It's wild, right? Like she lives here now."

"Yes, she does," Nat grunted, trying to push him the rest of the way up to the porch. But he wasn't budging, and you were laughing now. You decided to give her a break and open the front door.

"Hi," you said softly, and then Bradley was coming for you so fast, Natasha almost lost her footing. You were in his arms before you could say anything else. He smelled like cheap beer, and his eyes were soft as he looked at you. "Did you have fun, Daddy?"

"Mmm," he hummed, pushing you backwards into the house. "Love it when you call me that."

You giggled as you felt his mustache on your neck, and you waved to his best friend as she headed back to her SUV. Bradley kicked the door closed behind him as you whispered, "I think you missed me."

He had one big hand at the back of your neck and the other was up underneath the shirt, skimming along your still sore rear end, making you press yourself against him. "You're so pretty, Baby."

You felt warm all over as he patted your butt gently with a little smirk on his face. You gasped and clung to him, your arms looped around his neck, and then his lips found yours. He tasted like beer, and as you parted your lips for him, he backed you up against the TV stand. It was just like the first night he kissed you, and he was still as gentle as he always was, if not a tiny bit more demanding.

"I love you," he grunted. "And you're wearing my shirt. Looks great on you."

"Tell me about your night, Daddy," you coaxed, running your fingers through his hair.

But he just started rambling as he unbuttoned the shirt with clumsy fingers. "Gonna take you to that lake house. Already talked to Penny about it tonight." Then he abandoned the buttons and cupped your chin in one big palm. His eyes were hazy and fighting for focus as he kissed your forehead. His voice was deep and filled with something a little dangerous as he asked, "When you gonna let me fuck a baby into you?"

He was stroking your jaw with his long fingers, eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer as the TV stand pressed into the backs of your thighs. He was more than twelve years older than you, and he'd been hinting at this for a while. It had always sounded appealing, but now that the three of you were on the same page about Noah calling you Mommy, you wanted it even more. "We should talk about this when you're sober," you told him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"You know I'm gonna feel the same way tomorrow," he whispered, a soft smile touching his lips now. "I'm getting old, Princess. I want another baby. With you."

He was such a good father, so patient and loving with Noah. The idea of him holding a tiny baby- your tiny baby- was almost too much. You let your head tip back as you moaned, "You're not old, Daddy. You're a classic. Let's go to bed."

After he carried you to the bedroom and set you down in bed, he pushed you back against the pillows with his delicious body weight. "You're not wrong. I've been drinking. You don't owe me a real response tonight. But next time we talk about it, I want an answer from you."

You nodded as he eased his body away from yours, and you watched him strip out of his clothing and head to the bathroom. You were going to have to figure out a way to put your feelings into words.

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Princess Mommy and her purple credit card. Fucking lucky bitch (affectionate). Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Two

Pairing: Jake "Hangman Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger posse of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Language, Jake flirting, nothing else really.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: So, I lied. Here's another update for you all. Feel like the quality might have dropped off a little halfway since I wrote the last half on my phone at work lol I'm not sure yet if I'll have anything to post tomorrow as I work weird hours, but here's hoping! As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated. My inbox is always open to chat. 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator! Enjoy!

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“Well, this is it,” Benjamin proclaimed proudly. You looked at the house before you. It was a large, two story home with freshly painted white walls and matching white picket fence surrounding the yard. A chimney was built on both sides of the house, and a giant porch hugged the front as well as the second floor. A barn sat further down the path that led to your new home, and a simple wooden fence stretched even further.

“It’s beautiful, Benji,” you started, “but how much land did you purchase?”

Benjamin rubbed his neck sheepishly. “About one thousand acres.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “One thousand acres? Benji!”

“Hear me out, Scout,” he pleaded. “The cattle we raise will bring in even more money. We can establish a legacy here!”

“We already had a legacy,” you muttered, and Benjamin fixed you with soft, pleading eyes. You sighed. “You don’t even know the first thing about raising cattle.”

He perked up. “Oh, Maverick said he’d teach me all I need to know. Even made suggestions on who to hire as ranch hands when the time comes. He’s the one that convinced me to seek out my fortunes.”

“Was he now?” you murmured, already plotting what you were going to say to the town’s founder when you met him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Benjamin, and you glanced up at him. “But this will be good for us, Scout. We’ll be a part of history and expanding our country. Making it better.”

You hummed, and he continued with a sigh. “The truth is, Scout, my firm isn’t making as much money as I had hoped out here. Ranching will help bolster our income until I can become more established in these parts.”

You sighed, knowing there wasn’t much you could say in argument. Instead, you turned back to look at the house, shadows growing darker as the sun finally disappeared below the horizon. “Let’s go then. I’m eager to see the new house.”

Benjamin practically skipped up to the house, holding the door open for you as you stepped inside. It was much grander than you were expecting. Wooden floors gave way to a grand staircase that turned into the next floor. You made your way through one of the archways and found yourself in the parlor. Your familiy’s furniture already decorate the room, and you brushed your fingers gently over the top of the grand piano in the corner. Continuing, you found yourself standing in a large kitchen, one of the fireplaces taking up a large portion of the far wall.

“If you’re hungry, I think Natasha left some stew for us,” Benjamin, striding over to where a pot hung above the small fire. You raised an eyebrow, barely containing your smirk.

“Does Natasha cook for you often?”

You saw a blush creep its way onto your brother’s face as he straightened up to look at you with a small pout. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

You chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. “I’m only teasing, Benji. But, no. I’m not hungry at the moment. I’d much rather get some rest after my long day of travel.”

Benjamin nodded and led you up the stairs. He stopped in front of the second door on the right, opening it and gesturing for you to step inside. Doing so, you saw your familiar pieces of furniture that you had shipped off weeks ago. Your hand mirror sat on your vanity, and your wardrobe door was opened to reveal your more practical, every day use dresses. You walked further into the room and up to the window. Peering out, you could faintly make out the barn and rolling desert in the sprawling darkness. If you looked harder, you could faintly see the outline of the distant mountains. Turning back to face your brother, you offered a smile.

“It’s lovely, Benji. Thank you.”

Benjamin returned your smile and gestured down the hall. “My room is two down if you need me for anything.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine for the evening. Go on,” you waved him off. “You need your sleep just as much as I do.

“Before I forget, Maverick has invited us to dinner with him and his wife, Penny, the night after next,” he said. You nodded, letting him know that you had heard.With one last smile, Benjamin closed the door behind him.

“Benji, have you gone shopping for supplies at all, or do you send poor Natasha out to do your tasks?” you cluckled impatiently, finding nothing but a stale loaf of bread in the pantry. You had managed to collect the eggs from the chicken coop earlier that morning, and that was all that made up you and your brother’s meager breakfast.

“I haven’t the time, Scout,” he mumbled, already gathering his things for the day. “Besides, you know I’m not much of a cook.”

“How you’ve survived this long, I’ll never understand,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Benjamin looked at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“Eye rolling is not becoming of a proper young lady,” he snickered. Scowling you made to whip him with the towel you held in your hand.

“Go, before you’re late,” you hollered as he rushed out the door. Sighing, you made a mental note to teach him at least some of the basics in the upcoming days. Turning, you marchd back into the pantry and looked at the empty shelves disdainfully with hand on your hips.

“Honestly,” you muttered, exasperated at how incompetent your brother seemed at doing the most basic of things. You made a list of things you would need in the upcoming days, and walked out to take another look at the house. As much as your brother could fumble on the small things, he did have an eye for home decor. There were very few pieces of furniture you wanted to move around across the whole house, and you made another mental note to let Benjamin know that evening when he returned.

Walking out the front door with a basket in hand for your supplies, your eyes were drawn to a small patch of the front yard that had been fenced off. How you hadn’t noticed it the night before was beyond you, and you chose to chalk it up to fatigue from your journey. You walked over and saw several gardening tools scattered along the ground. You realized this must have been the garden Benjamin had mentioned yesterday to you in his excitement.You added seeds to your list of supplies for the day.

You turned away from the garden and made sure to latch the gate to your front yard securely before strolling down the path into town.

Today was much like yesterday had been. People walking up and down the streets, shouting at one another in greeting, and children still running about. You wondered why they weren’t in school at this time of day. You resolved yourself to asking Maverick about it the next evening at dinner. Turning down on to the main street, you stepped onto the porch of the general store. Across the street at the saloon, you saw a group of men gathered by the enterance. One of them turned and saw you, and you supressed an eye roll when he lout out a long whistle.

“Hey there, darlin’!” he called out to you. He was handsome, you’d give him that. His dark skin glowed in the sunlight and you could make out his white smile from across the road. Strong muscles were hidden by his simple, white cotton shirt and beige wool pants. A hat covered his short, dark hair. Choosing to ignore the stranger, and by extension his four companions who had turned to look your way, you walked into the general store. the owner greeted you as you stepped into the spacious room that housed a multitude of goods from different places.

“Howdy, miss!” He chirped, leaning against the counter with a smile. He was older, dark skin weathered. “Haven’t seen you ‘round these parts before. The name’s Hondo.”

You returned his smile warmly. “A pleasure, Hondo. My name is y/n. My brother is Benjamin, perhaps you know him? He runs the firm just down the road.”

“Ah, yes!” He chuckled. “The lawyer from Baltimore. Well, miss, you’re in luck! I’ve just gotten back from Independence with new goods and wears! If you’re looking more in the ways of sugar and molasses, i’m afraid you’ll have to wait until my partner, Joel, arrives back in town. Should be any day now, in fact.”

“I see, and what is that you have today?” You inquired, taking in the multitudes of crates still scattered around the counter.

“Let’s see,” Hondo thought. “I got some salt and some fine new tools from St.Louis. I also managed to trade for some fresh produce down by Independence.”

“That sounds lovely,” you smiled as Hondo began showing you his wears.

You spent about a half hour picking out the best produce Hondo had to offer, making plans to return when his partner made it back into town.

“Hondo, I don’t suppose you have anything in the way of cooking wine?” You asked, placing your new wears into your basket. Hondo grimaced with a shake of his head.

“'Fraid not, miss.” He sighed, looking out past his door towards the tavern. “But Miss Penny should have somethin’ for you to use.”

“Maverick’s wife?” You asked, unable to keep the surprise out of your voice. Hondo nodded, a look if worry on his face.

“Penny runs the saloon here in town. Normally, I wouldn’t even suggest you go ‘round that place without someone accompanyin’ you, but everyone here knows not to mess with Miss Penny. You should be safe while she’s there.”

You handed Hondo the money you owed him, and gave him a grateful smile. “I’m sure I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Just be careful who you talk to when you’re over there, ya hear?” He called after you as you moved to leave. “A lot of real unsavory types like to prey on pretty, littke things like you!”

“I will!” You called over your shoulder. You looked across the street to see the group of men from earlier had migrated down the porch over to, you assumed, their horses. Making sure they were safely distracted, you hurried your way across the road. Trotting up the steps, you made it to the door just as the group turned around to see you. Before they could say anything, however, you marched confidently into the saloon.

You weren’t sure what you had been expecting, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you had thought, considering Hondo’s warning. The enterior looked a tad run down, but you supposed it had been in business for a while. It was clear that it was a beauty back in its debut. A piano was shoved against the far wall and several tables were scattered across the room with a few patrons nursing different liquids. A woman came out of a back room and spotted you. She was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Dark hair framed a slender face, and bright eyes looked at you with a maternal warmth you hadn’t seen in quite a while.

“Hey there, sweetheart!” She called to you. “What is it that I can getcha?”

“Hi,” you smiled, walking closer to the counter where she leaned. You could feel the stares from the other patrons on your back, and you couldn’t help but stiffen.

“Don’t you worry, darlin’,” she started, casting a stern look across the room. “No one here’ll mess with you while I’m here. Name’s Penny.”

You held out your hand when you were close enough to the bar to reach her. “I’m y/n. It’s a pleasure.”

“You must be Benjamin’s sister. You two look so much alike, I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner,” she laughed, the lines on her face crinkling. You couldn’t help but wonder if you would look as beautiful as she did when you were her age. She took your hand and gave it a tight squeeze.

“We get that quite a bit, actually,” you chuckled, dropping your hand back down to your side.

Penny’s smile grew wider. “So, how can I help you today?”

“I’m looking for some cooking wine. Hondo mentioned you might be able to help me find some.”

“Cooking wine, huh?” She chewed her lip thoughtfully. After a moment, she nodded, turning to head back into the back room. “Yeah, I think I just got some new bottles in, actually.”

You waited while she disappeared through the door. You heard the group of men outside on the porch, and it sounded like they had moved back towards the entrance. You let out a heavy sigh, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to avoid them forever. You took a closer look at the saloon. A set of stairs led up to a second floor that must double as an inn of sorts. Your brother had told you that's where he stayed while your home was being built.

“The townsfolk here are all kind as saints here, Scout,” he had written to you in one of his many letters. He hadn’t been wrong, well, save for one person. You frowned at the memory of the tall blond and his debonair smile. The outlaw probably wooed many girls with those good looks and charming words. You would not be fooled.

At that moment, Penny appeared back around the corner with two bottles of wine and another warm smile. You took the bottles from her gratefully, and slipped them into your basket.

“How much do I owe you?” you ask, but Penny shakes her head.

“No charge,” she says. “Call it a ‘welcome to town’ gift.”

“Thank you,” you respond. You hear the group outside laugh, and you can’t stop the slight frown from etching itself onto your face. Penny notices, and offered a sympathetic smile.

“Those boys may be loud and rowdy,” she begins, “but they’re harmless. I promise. Just walk out of here with your head held high, and if they start to give you trouble, you call for me. I’ll knock their heads together.”

You nodded your head. You made your way back to the swinging doors, but stopped just shy. You willed your nerves to settle, and straightening your shoulders, you marched as confidently as you could out of the saloon.

The men were all gathered around the steps, and their conversation stopped when you stepped out. You could see them all more clearly now, and to your dismay, they were all unfairly handsome.

“Hey there again, darlin’,” grinned the man from before. He leaned in closer to you with grin. “Name’s Javy. What’s yours?”

“Coyote, you asshole,” snapped the man to his left. “Tell her our names, too!”

Javy—Coyote—rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that you didn’t catch.

“These here are my compadres, Bradley, Bob, Mickey, and Reuben,” he said, gesturing to each man as he said their name. He turned back to you with a smirk. “Now what about yours?”

At that moment, the saloon doors swung open, and a familiar blond strolled out with a hard set look on his face. His eyes darted from the group of men before you down to yours, and his grumpy expression melted into a lascivious smirk.

“Did you get it?” Asked the man off to your right, Bradley. Jake spared him a glance before returning his eyes to you.

“‘Course I did, Rooster,” he replied, walking closer to you. You gripped your basket harder and fixed him with a glare. “Fancy seeing you here, Scout.”

Rooster? You realized now that the Dagger Posse is who stood before you, and you suddenly found yourself feeling weary.

“Mr. Seresin,” you replied curtly, turning his smirk into a full blown grin.

“C’mon now, Scout. I thought we decided you’d call me Jake?”

“I don’t recall that being how the conversation went,” you sniffed. Navy cleared his throat from where he stood from behind you. You both looked over to find him and the rest of the squad grinning. Well, Bradley was smirking. The others were grinning.

“Is this the little spitfire you were goin’ on and and on about last night, Hangman?” Bradley-Rooster-asked, humor evident in his voice. You glanced over at Jake who had a dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks. Ignoring his friends, he looked back at you, some of his bravado returning.

“Ignore my friends,” he said, smile returning. “They don't know when to shut up.”

You hummed, “I could say the same thing about you.”

You heard a couple of snickers from behind you, and Jake cast a glare over your shoulder. Looking back at you, he continued, “Now, sugar. That wasn’t very nice. I’ve been plenty nice to you.”

You let out a noise of derision. “You and I must have very different definitions of the word ‘nice,’ Mr. Seresin.”

“If you let me,” he smirked, leaning closer so that his breath fanned over your face. Your eyes widened and your heart stopped for a brief moment at his proximity. “I could show you all the ways I can be nice.”

You didn’t respond for a moment, lost in the emeralds of his eyes. Blinking, you murmured, “Not a chance.”

You turned to the group behind you, offering them a tight lipped smile. “It was a pleasure to meet you all.”

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of you in the near future, sweetheart,” grinned Javy.

“Yes, well,” you smiled politely, “let’s hope not.”

You pushed past them and began making your way down the road. A hand gripped your elbow, spinning you back around so that you crashed into a solid chest of muscle. Looking up, stunned, you were once again in close proximity of Jake Seresin.

“Let me give you a ride home,” he offered, gesturing back at Whiskey. You shook your head, placing a hand on his chest to try and put some kind of barrier between the two of you. Jake took your hand in his, squeezing it tight.

“That's not necessary,” you breathed. “I live just down the road.”

“Then let me walk you,” he pushed.

“Down the street?” You snorted. Jake grinned, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“A lot could happen between now and when you get home.”

“Goodbye, Jake,” you said with a pointed look, pulling away from him. You tried not to frown at how cold you felt without his presence next to you. You turned to walk away.

“I’ll wear you down one day, sugar! You’ll be in love with me before you know it,” He calls after you. You stop in your tracks, whirling around to fix him with your iciest glare.

“I am not something to be conquered,” you hissed. Jake stared at you for a long minute, a different kind of smile creeped onto his face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said this one was almost…affectionate.

“I don’t expect you to be,” he said finally, giving you a two finger salute. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Scout.”

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just-wrting · 7 months

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Fell For You

Title: Fell For You

Pairing: LA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Summary: You know that a certain charming cook gets feelings easily, but when he asks for your help, you can't refuse.

Word Count: 1629

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A/N: I promise I've been working on this stuff, life just isn't cooperating with me. If it's not feeling physically like shit, it's having a rough time mentally or just working at a weird time. I'll make my way through this list eventually just maybe when I do a challenge it'll be after seeing my neurologist.

It’s been a week since you noticed the change. When you first met, you didn't think he had been flirting with you, but now you have the feeling he is. It’s a bit of a surprise really, considering not many men have ever been into you.

It started with small gestures, your favorite foods more often, and frequent snacks. Then it escalated to a pet name and gentle hands on your shoulders during fights. You aren’t opposed to any of these things, it just confuses you.

“Man, it must be nice to get an extra portion,” Luffy whines. “Sanji, can I have more meat?”

“Since there’s more than enough, yes. Just stop asking (Y/N) for their portions.”

You watch Sanji as he piles Luffy’s plate with more food. It’s impressive how much he’s able to put away without getting sick. You wouldn’t mind giving him some of your food, Sanji has just gotten a bit protective.

It’s not completely unwarranted, you’ve never been good at fighting. In fact, you’re so terrible at it that you’re wondering how you ended up as a pirate. Maybe fate had interesting ways of making you miserable. Being with the Strawhats made it easier to deal with.

“I prefer smaller meals anyway, so I don’t mind sharing,” you reassure Luffy. “I’ve gotta save room for the best part of the meal, dessert.”

Sanji hovers around you. You’d rather have him sit down, but he’s stubborn and has yet to actually sit next to you. Whenever you offer, he gets this odd look on his face and mumbles some sort of excuse.

“It’s your lucky day then, mon chou, I’ve made some eclairs.”

He sets the tray in front of you, giving you a soft smile. You’re unsure of what a mon chou is, but you let him call you that. He seems quite happy when you respond to it, so you’ll play along a little longer.

The eclair is firm, with a sweet cream filling. The chocolate is semi-sweet, having a bit of a bitter taste which is nice and makes the pastry not overpoweringly sweet. Not that you would care, dessert is dessert, and Sanji has made some amazing treats. You could get used to this sort of treatment.

—-

Almost everyone else is asleep, but you can’t help yourself. Most of the eclairs were eaten while you savored yours, so you’re craving another. Sanji promised you he’d bring you more later, but he hasn't come yet.

You know he’s awake, when you see the table covered in various desserts. There’s brownies cut neatly into squares and hearts, cookies of all different types, and even mini cakes halfway decorated. It’s an impressive layout, and you can’t wait to dig in.

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself that your crime will be okay. “He won’t even notice if a few of these are missing.”

“Actually, I keep track of all the food we have on the Merry,” Sanji says from behind you. “Though if it’s you, I don’t mind if some go missing.”

You pull a chair closer to the table and wave him over. “Since you’re the chef, where do I start?”

Sanji is slow to take a seat, and he makes sure to sit a ways away. “As long as you like them all, it doesn’t matter. Do tell me how they taste, as a favor.”

You give him a cheeky grin. “Oh, you’re asking me for favors now? You’ll owe me a favor then.”

He looks away from you, so you dig in. The first dessert is the colorful array of macaroons. They melt on your tongue and the tartness of fresh raspberries pairs well with the sweetness of the cream, and you close your eyes to savor the taste. It’s such a delicate sort of cookie that you can’t help but enjoy.

Sanji’s gaze makes you feel a bit warm, wondering if you got it all over your face somehow. It doesn’t stop you from savoring the treat.

“Give me another one,” you demand, eyes still closed. “I want it to be a surprise.”

There’s a pause. After a moment, you hear a fork against a plate. You feel like maybe you’re teasing him, but you don’t want to open your eyes. You’d like to try to guess what he’s feeding you.

“Open up.” His voice is barely a whisper.

You comply, feeling the rich cake settle on your tongue. As soon as you feel the fork drop it, you close your mouth to savor the cake. This one was certainly made with your favor of sweets in mind, with a sweet chocolate taste almost overwhelming your senses. It’s paired with a cherry filling, and you’re shocked by how perfectly it compliments the chocolate.

“This is amazing,” you mumble out, covering your mouth. “I could get used to this.”

After opening your eyes, you’re glad to see Sanji has moved his chair closer to you. The moon light makes his light blonde hair look pale, and you’re tempted to study how handsome he really is. Once he notices you staring however, he looks away from you.

“Can I ask you for another favor?”

You nod. “As long as I can keep trying these.”

You don’t think he hears you, due to the fact that he’s nervously playing with a towel. It doesn’t bother you. It’s clearly something that he isn’t too sure about, so you’ll wait until he’s ready.

“I’ve been having a hard time figuring out how I feel about someone. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” he explains softly. “Can you help me figure out what it is?”

You toss the last bite of a second macaroon in your mouth. After finishing, you start talking. “Sure. How about you start by closing your eyes.”

After Sanji complies, you scoot closer to him. Waving your hand in front of his face, you’re satisfied that he’s got his eyes tightly closed.

“Think about this person. Just about them during the day to day life. Now tell me what happens. What does your body do?”

Sanji’s face starts to turn red. “Is my face turning red? I get the feeling it is. That and my chest feels tight, my heart is racing, and my stomach feels weird. Not nauseous, but like I can’t eat.”

“I bet your hands are also sweaty, aren’t they?” you ask, and he nods. “Now, can you imagine holding hands with this person? What about kissing them? How about holding them tightly during the night as you sleep?”

Somehow, his face gets more red. “I-” he pauses and swallows hard. “I can.”

“That settles it. I think you have genuine feelings for this person. Perhaps even love them,” you tease.

Suddenly, his eyes shoot open. “I’m sure I left something in the oven.”

As Sanji makes his way to the oven, you pout. While it’s convenient for him to have forgotten something in the oven, you wanted to know who this person is.

Determined to get an answer, you follow him and sit on the counter. You kick your legs back and forth waiting for him to pay attention to you. Thankfully, he sets the next set of cookies on the counter next to you.

“Don’t touch them, they’re hot.”

You ponder his order, still pouting. “Only if you tell me who this person is. Consider it my payment for the favors.”

He sets his hands next to your thighs and leans his head against your shoulder. You can smell his soap due to how close he is and you can feel your heart start to race. Desperate to ignore the feeling, you keep teasing him.

“Is it…” you drawl, “Zoro? Is it because he can wield three swords? That is impressive.”

Sanji lets out a groan. “That green haired oaf? Impossible.”

“Well then, who is it? Come on, Sanji.”

He doesn’t respond and instead continues to rest his head on you. It’s quite cute to see him like this, and you really want to fluster him even more. You’ve got a feeling about who this mystery crush could be, but you want to hear him say it.

“Please. I’ll keep it a secret,” you say in a singsong voice.

Still, the silence drags on. This time, he turns his head to place his nose in the crook of your neck. You have to stifle a giggle since his breath tickles.

“Mon chou, why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I just wanna know about you. Maybe I like the drama. But that doesn’t matter,” you say. “Can I cash in my favor? Right now?”

Sanji nods and mumbles in agreement.

“Then, can you kiss me?”

“Don’t ask such a thing of me, mon chou.”

He pulls his head out of your neck and faces you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look this flustered, and you know you’ve confirmed it. However, there is a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Why can’t I? If you do, then I know who you like. If you don’t, then I’ll keep guessing.”

Sanji hums in thought, his face close to yours. All words die in your throat. Despite how nervous you know he is, his hands are steady as he holds your cheek.

“Because I’m not sure if I can stop myself.”

His lips are soft as he kisses you. It’s more tender than you expected, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He tastes sweet, and you find yourself wanting more.

Despite his claims, Sanji keeps his hands on the counter. That doesn’t stop him from kissing you senselessly. You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, though when he finally stops kissing you, the cookies have cooled.

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evanoxvt · 21 days

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The struggles of disabled people without support at home.

I've been away from home for over a week. I have next to no expectations put on me here, but I still have my weekly physical therapy and both myself and Town Crier to take care of.

TC eats 3x a day and obviously, I need food too. My grandparents are cooking about one meal a day at a nearly consistent time, so I'm eating at least once a day consistently. At home, I was lucky if I ate a single meal a day.

I (sometimes) help with setting the table, which consists of paperplates, paper napkins, silverware, and glass cups. Since both me and my cousin help with this, I'm usually not doing any heavy lifting at all.

I spend part of the day downstairs and 'randomly' will go upstairs to lay down for awhile. Usually, after my mid day break upstairs, I bring my laptop downstairs and play some games until dinner and end there or resume playing until the end of the night.

No one critiques my daily routine. No one asks me to do more than I can. Everyone appreciates when I help out.

I was having trouble walking and standing yesterday because I did far too much the day prior, but because I spent the entire day resting I was able to contribute to cooking dinner and I cooked the pasta roni (~10 mins of intermittent standing required). I was able to play games and rest afterward without being yelled at for not doing more, and was even thanked for helping cook a portion of the dinner.

I have a funny sad thing to say about this: Somehow by being asked to do nothing, I've found I can do so much more than when I'm asked to do a tiny bit.

The shittiest part of this story, as random small bits put together as it is, is that I am more disabled when I'm asked to be functional, and less disabled when I can go at my own pace or back out if need be. At home I get asked to do things like empty the dishwasher (which is tons of light to heavy objects, Ina short period of time), vacuum (which is alot of heat, standing, walking, arm movement, a eight on my arm, back movement and back bending, navigation, balance, etc), cleaning things like the bathroom (which required detailed work for some parts plus moving all the things needed so they don't get in the way or touch the chemicals). I could go on and on and on but the point will get muddled if I write the entire list and every problem on every "basic chore" because the truth is that I need alot of breaks, a long period of time, and the option to back out of all of these things to be successful at it without seriously hurting myself. If I do too much today, it will affect me for multiple days. If I do too much for an entire week it will affect me for a month or more, etc. I sometimes feel really good like I did on Friday and accidentally over do it and need to be able to back down from most things for a period of time afterwards.

I normally can't make a box of pasta roni AND move anything heavy (like my laptop) on the same day at home because I'm always expected and forced to do so much more. I usually can't make cookies on days like today where I need to spend multiple hours at a time lying down in between short bursts of sitting or activity, but today I could because there's nothing else I have to do so spending potentially all of my energy is okay. Resting afterwards is okay. No one is upset because less than an hour after making cookies I had to lay down and still am. NO ONE said it's not okay. However if I go home cookies are a luxury therefore the logic goes that "if you can bake some cookies, you can do some dishes too". At home I wouldn't be able to make the cookies because it opens up the idea I'm able to do a ton of chores. I'm not okay right now, that's why I'm resting.

I feel like I'm ranting in circles at this point... but honestly I don't get why most people will see me do one "simple" (for them) thing and assume I'm okay to do things even they don't want to do because it takes up alot of energy... I really don't get it. My health sucks, it goes up and down all day long, all week long, and yet people want to pretend I'm making it up if I can do literally a single thing normal people can...

I hope my fellow disabled friends and people I haven't met yet find themselves in better social situations than me because this isn't okay in any way.

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hillbillyoracle · 2 years

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Fuck Goals, Fuck Vision Boards

Task Management for Planning Averse

AKA Even People with Zero Direction in Life Deserve Nice Things

So if you don’t already follow Dana K. White on YouTube, you should. She’s the author of the blog A Slob Comes Clean and several books. What I’m going to talk about below is heavily inspired by her work which is why I wanted to cite her upfront but also seriously go check her videos out if you’re trying to declutter and get organized.

Right now I’m mostly using her videos and it’s genuinely the only decluttering method that has ever worked for me. And one of the reasons it works for me where others haven’t is that it is a system that doesn’t rely on feelings or valuation.

I realized that as I’ve gotten better at task management in my life - though lord knows the move has made that more complicated - I realized that not using feelings or judgement based questions is what really helped me. I also realized that I had 100% completely given up on goals. I had neglected to set goals for a couple years now and weirdly I got more productive, not less. What gives?

Step 0: Give Up on Goals and the Fantasy Self

What I realized is that goals were really just a product of what a lot of decluttering folks call my “fantasy self”. My fantasy self woke up at 5am and did little work out videos but trying to leap to become that fantasy self fucking sucked. It was not enjoyable once the novelty wore off and it largely didn’t present enough benefit to justify doing it.

Which meant I would stop and then I would feel bad about myself and I’d pick up bad habits to cope with the feeling and then I was worse off than before.

So when I stopped setting goals, I stopped declining at least because there wasn’t that rebound effect where I self soothed using way too much ice cream and binge watching whatever I could find. I hit a baseline that wasn’t amazing but the stability was helpful. Only when I gave up on the fantasy life did my actual life get better.

Capitalism loves the fantasy self. People spend so much money to try to become their fantasy self and often don’t even benefit that much from it. Then the guilt of seeing that stuff around can lead folks to by more stuff to cope with the guilt. The only people winning are the companies who you buy from.

Also, folks with executive dysfunction have a very hard time picturing what done looks like. So trying to picture your “ideal day” is low key a nightmare experience for someone like me. Mission Statements can be real intimidating when you’re not totally sure what those words will mean for the decisions you make. Vision boards...I’m sorry I know some folks love them but I really do not enjoy them. They’re a sensory overload of an experience to me from the crafting to taking them in. I’ve never made a vision board that really did much for me.

I’ve also recently learned about The Four Tendencies by Gretchen Rubin and I am definitely a Rebel. So too much pressure internal or external and I will find the quickest exit possible. Rebels are a small but sizeable portion of folks according to the authors research. Which means there are likely other people out there who also find goals to be way too much fucking pressure.

This is all to say - fuck goals. But you’ve still got a life to live so how do you move the needle in the positive direction?

Step 1: Initial Brain Dump

People would always tell me to brain dump but never really explained how. They were like “Yeah just get all this stuff in your head out on paper” and I’m like...I don’t even know what’s in my head unless I go looking for it.

So I offer you two questions and two methods of gathering answers.

When trying to brain dump, ask yourself:

What do I spend a lot of time thinking about?

What are the specific tasks associated with these subjects?

If you can’t think of next specific tasks associated with those subjects, it does necessarily mean you need to strike it off you list, it’ll just be a little tougher to know where it fits.

Sometimes I’m able to sit down and answer these questions all in one go. And sometimes it’s much easier to keep a running list in my phone and when I realize I’ve been thinking a lot about something I add it to the list. Then later I can sit down and come up with specific tasks or process it in step 2.

Step 2: Task Punnett

In step 2 I look at my list and ask myself two questions:

Do I already spend time doing this?

Will I face a negative result if I don’t do this?

This gives four categories a list item can be sorted into.

Yes/Yes

The goal here is to prevent burnout so you don’t stop spending time doing these. Common ones are cooking, cleaning, or seeing friends. So it’s important to look at each of these and make sure they’re as easy and enjoyable as possible.

It also helps to know what your minimum is for each so that if you’re burning out you can scale back to your minimum effective dose is that allows you to avoid the material harm but give you a break - like getting take out or having freezer meals on hand, knowing what the most important cleaning tasks are and only doing those, and at least sending texts or voice memos to friends to connect.

Yes/No

The goal here is to protect this time as much as possible. It’s what tends to go when Yes/Yes and No/Yes tasks start to get out of hand. That will look different for different people but it almost always involves capping Yes/Yes and No/Yes time and not allowing yourself to go over. As you might have guess most hobbies go here.

Some people will need other people to help encourage them to keep doing it. Some people will need flexibility so it feels like they’re truly choosing it. Some people will need to refresh their memory that these kinds of activities are just as necessary as other types of tasks.

Guilt and shame is a big one that keeps people from having many things going in this box but it can also be a lack of self knowledge too. We’re not exactly encouraged to explore what we truly deeply love. Mental illness can also make this box tricky as anhedonia can make everything feel bleh.

In all of these cases, I really suggest making some sort of reflective practice something you try to keep in this box so you can notice what triggers guilt, what sparks joy, and what just isn’t working after a while. Doesn’t have to be journaling in the traditional sense. I used to turn on my computer cam and just talk but now that I need more audio privacy, this has been really helping me.

No/Yes

I fucking hate this box in all honesty. It’s the one that drains me and makes me feel like shit to look at this list but also I feel the most badass when I actually complete something off of it.

The goal with this box is to figure out what’s blocking you from this being a Yes/Yes. Basically finish the sentence “I don’t really want to do this because...” and you’re on your way. Most barriers can be dealt with. I used to not believe this but I promise it’s true.

This is where having a therapist, good friend, or community where you can bounce ideas off of can really make all the difference. A reflection practice can also really help get a different perspective too. Sometimes the barriers loom so large in our mind that adaptation seems ridiculous or impossible. Take advantage of different perspectives.

Automation, delegation, and congregation (body double or a group) are incredibly useful tools here. Don’t do more here than you need to.

What’s key in the second question for this section is that this is something you have the power to impact the outcome of. If you don’t have the power to change the outcome or you’ve done all you can, then the task is bracing, mitigating, and accepting, not dealing with the topic/task head on.

No/No

There are 2 main things I find in this category - shit I agreed to because I felt obligated and someday maybe projects. For shit I agreed to, the only remedy is to just get out of it, to bail in the most graceful way possible. I also try to prevent stuff from winding up here to begin with (no more event planning for me for a while).

For someday maybe projects, I like to keep a space - usually Notion - where I can collect my thoughts on it, projects, and pain a picture of what it would take to make it a Yes/No task someday in the future - always keeping in mind what I could do with the materials and time I have available right now. I’ve picked a quite a few of my No/No tasks this way and made them things I do regularly because I left myself those breadcrumbs for later.

Step 3: Prioritizing without Feelings

So now you have your tasks organized into these buckets and know what to keep in mind with each. So...what do you do with them?

A lot of people will tell you to prioritize and do the hardest first while your willpower is strong but I say fuck that my willpower is never strong so we’re going to do easiest first to build up some confidence.

No/No - For obligations that no longer serve me, I bail. For someday maybe projects, I write up some quick notes in my little system in Notion.

Yes/No - gather and prep materials, block out time, ask someone to do it with you or find a group if needed

Yes/Yes - gather and prep materials, if burning out, switch to minimum viable

No/Yes - figure out the barriers, automate, delegate, congregate, list next steps

Stuck Tasks - Too much to go into here but this video is helpful.

Sometimes I bounce around a bit - dealing with a Yes/Yes task will suddenly give me the guts to deal with a stuck task, getting out of a No/No obligation will make a No/Yes task look easier. So I don’t limit myself to this. But when I’m having trouble I go back to the list and just trust.

If I have avoided doing a No/Yes task for anywhere from several days to several weeks - it’s official a stuck task and I bounce it there while I work through other No/Yes tasks to deal with later.

Sometimes time pressures will dictate that things need to be handled before others - that’s fine. But usually a crunch will either show you that you will not in fact face a negative consequence after all or give you a motivation boost to carry you through some of the difficult tasks.

Step 4: Doing it again

So when do you do it again?

I do my brain dumps on Sundays and sort them into area of life lists so I can work on them by theme or focus but honestly whenever. When I was really in the throws of some bad mood shit I’d only do it every few weeks or so. Any amount of doing this generally had lead to a better life though.

What about stuff I’m not thinking a lot about?

That usually means either you’ve got such a good system for it that it’s running on autopilot so why mess with success, the possible reward is not appealing enough, or the possible consequences don’t freak you out enough.

This isn’t really a system I use for creating like...a good life by a neurotypical standard. It’s what I use to manage the stress, concern, and daydreams I’m having right now, to get things off of my plate and grow my confidence.

So will this mean everything gets managed? No. But it does mean the stuff most likely to keep you up at night does. Which is a huge fucking boon.

Conclusion

There’s some more intricacies in this too like moving No/No projects to Yes/No and No/Yes projects to Yes/Yes - it’s not the same strategies in my experience - but this is already running long.

Hope this helps someone else out too!

#studyblr #adhd #autism #planning #fuck goals

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builtbybrokenbells · 11 months

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22 with Danny 🥹

Doing each others hair

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: showering together but no smut, fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ♥️

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The main door of your home opened, sending a jolt of panic through you. You weren’t expecting Danny to be home so soon, and your current state was very much reflective of that. Half of your hair was tied up, and the bottom half was doused in hair dye, although, admittedly, very poorly. You had greatly underestimated the dedication it would take to dye your own hair, and your arms were growing more tired by the second. Plus, it didn’t help that you couldn’t quite see what you were doing. The bleaching was an easy process, it didn’t take long and you still had motivation while you were doing it. Once you rinsed it out and blow dried, the mood shifted. You were hungry, tired, and ready to give up on your mission.

You expected to be finished by the time Danny returned home, but the process was taking longer than anticipated. When his footsteps echoed down the hall, you realized that it might just be easier to ask him to help, rather than to send him away. “Y/n?” He asked, nearing the door to the bathroom.

“In here,” you replied, loud enough so he could hear you over the music playing. “Come in.” You added, awaiting the door opening. After a moment, it did. He peeked his head around to get a look at you before he stepped inside. When he caught sight of the scene, he was met with a one that he certainly wasn’t expecting.

“What uh… what are you doing?” He asked, a smile on his lips and a small laugh following the question.

“Baking a cake.” You rolled your eyes. He chuckled, fully stepping inside.

“You need some help?”

“Yes, please.” You sighed. “My arms are killing me.” You set the brush down inside the bowl of red dye and turned to look at him. He lifted your chin, leaning down to place a kiss to your lips while being cautious about touching the dye. You carefully slipped off your gloves, motioning for him to give you one of his hands. When he did, you put it on him. He gave you his other hand so you could do the same.

He grabbed the brush, dipping it in the dye and positioned himself behind you. He was already aware of the process. It wasn’t the first time he’d helped you out, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You were quite keen on changing your hair up every so often, and in a true boyfriend fashion, Danny was always willing to lend a helping hand. “Red this time?” He asked, slowly applying the colour to your freshly bleached hair.

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while. I thought it would look cool.” You shrugged.

“It will,” he agreed. “I like it already.” You smiled at his statement. He was always so accepting of anything you did, and made sure to cheer you on while you did it. He was the best boyfriend, and there was no arguing that fact. You had already done most of the work; he only needed to touch up the parts closest to your scalp. He worked in almost silence aside from an occasional comment. He finished it up with ease and placed the brush back in the bowl. He gently arranged the dyed portion on top of the towel you had draped across your shoulders. “All done.” He informed you.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to face him. He smiled down at you, just happy to finally get a good look at your face. That was something you loved about him; no matter what you looked like, or how much disarray you were in, he always looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world; like he was so lucky just to be able to be near you.

“Anytime, bug.” He replied, removing the gloves from his hands. Once they were safely on the counter, he grabbed you by the waist and gently guided you into him. He leaned down, giving you a proper kiss. You held him there for a moment, content with the action and realizing how much you’d missed him all day. When you parted, he gazed over your shoulder and looked to the dye that was still left. “What are you gonna do with the rest of it?” You turned, looking quickly at what he was referring to. You pondered, unsure of what you could use it for. You’d overestimated the amount by a little, leaving just enough to make you feel guilty about throwing it away.

An idea sprung to mind, eyes lighting up and a mischievous grin spreading across your cheeks. You turned back to him, letting your gaze fall on the blonde streaks that ran through his mess of dark curls. You reached up, finding a highlight that ran underneath his hair, hidden mostly from initial view. You looked to meet his eyes, just to find him already watching you. “We could match?” He let out a small laugh, already knowing what you were thinking before you said it. “Just an idea.”

“Yeah, why not.” He shrugged. “Just one, though.”

“Of course.” You nodded, feeling the excitement bubble within you. He’d never let you do anything to his hair before, but at the same time, you’d never really asked. “You sure?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah.” He assured you. “I think it would be cool. And I’d get to match with you, so that’s even cooler.” You felt a blush dust across your cheeks. Even after years of dating, he still managed to make you blush. Even after so much time, you often still felt the nervousness and giddiness of the crush you had on him all those years ago. You hoisted yourself up on the edge of the countertop with your hands so you could sit. Once you were secure in your position, you guided him towards you.

“Take your shirt off.” You said, grabbing the dish of dye. He did as he was told, throwing it on the floor. Your eyes drifted to his now exposed torso, finding your heart speed in your chest.

“Like what you see?” He teased, a smile still stuck on his lips.

“Always.” You breathed, no tone of joking present. Instead of lingering on the topic, you moved most of his hair around to one shoulder, securing it there with the elastic you had around your wrist. Carefully, you separated one streak of blonde. “You can still back out, you know.”

“I’m okay.” He laughed. “It’s just hair.” You couldn’t argue the point with him, because you always said the same thing. Without any further hesitation, you started applying the colour to his hair, too. It only took a few moments to completely saturate the hair, as it was only a tiny amount. Once you finished, you placed the dish back on the counter once more. You shifted slightly, pulling him into you a little bit further. You wrapped your arms around him, enveloping him in a hug. He looked down, careful as to not disrupt any of the hair that was processing the colour, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “How long do we have to wait?”

“‘Till it’s ready.” You hummed, cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” He laughed.

“About thirty minutes.” You said, closing your eyes and appreciating the warmth of his body. “How was your day?”

“Less exciting than yours.” He teased, fingers tracing small patterns into your lower back. “Lots of meetings, preparing for the next tour.”

“Don’t remind me,” you mumbled, your grip on him tightening a little bit.

“So you just decided you needed a change?” He asked.

“Yeah, got bored.” You explained, but he was well aware of your constant need to change up your hair. Over the years, it became normal for him to come home to the bathroom in complete disarray with coloured hair dye and towels all over the place. Often times, he ended up having to finish the job for you, but he never once complained. You thought the change kept things exciting, and he was always happy to see you happy. Plus, he’d think you were the most beautiful person in the world, even if you had no hair. He was in love with you no matter what, and proved it further every day that passed.

Minutes went by, filled with small chatter and many stolen kisses. When the time came to rinse the dye out, both of you thought it was easier to hop in the shower together. You stepped in first, the warm water instantly relaxing you. He let you enjoy the warmth for a moment before he helped you wash the colour from your hair. Once the majority was out, he searched for your shampoo and poured some on his hand. “C’mere.” He beckoned you towards him. You did so, allowing him the opportunity to lather the soap throughout your hair. He did it in a much more gentle manner than you would have, and took some extra time to massage your scalp, easing the tension in your head. Once he was satisfied with the amount of bubbles that had formed, he took it upon himself to try to form your hair into a giant spike at the top of your head.

“Stop,” you giggled, trying to push his hands away.

“No, hold on. I almost have it.” He pleaded. You stopped trying to fight it, in no way able to stay annoyed at him when he looked so happy. After a few moments, he managed to get it to stay up somewhat well. “There. It’s perfect.” He said in triumph. He only admired it for a moment before it inevitably fell. He didn’t dwell on the disappointment, wasting no time guiding you back into the water and washing it out for you. The beauty of the bare intimacy without the intent of anything sexual was overwhelming.

Once the shampoo was washed out, he carefully combed some conditioner through the ends of your hair. You stepped out of the way of the shower head, letting it sit for a few minutes. “Your turn.” You said with a smile. He stepped back into the water, wetting his hair and trying to maneuver himself down so you could comfortably reach his head. You did the same thing he’d done for you, leaving out the mohawk bit, and allowed him to wash the soap away. When it came time for the conditioner, you took extra time coating his hair and combing through the knots. Once you finished, he only gave you enough time to rinse your hands off before he was pulling you into a hug.

“I love you,” he hummed, guiding your face up so he could kiss you.

“I love you.” You mumbled against him, eyes closed in bliss. You both sat for a while, caught in an embrace neither of you wanted to break. Eventually, you parted and finished washing yourselves, then stepped out of the shower. You wrapped yourselves in towels, finding yourselves gravitating back to each others hold. “Thanks for helping me.” You mumbled, face once again pressed to his chest.

“I’ll always help you, bug. That’s what I’m here for.” He said, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Plus, I got a pretty cool hairstyle out of it, too.” You could feel him smile against you.

“We match.” You added, looking towards the steam streaked mirror. You lifted your hand, picking out the thin lock of red hair from his curls. “When you’re gone on tour, you won’t be able to forget me, now.” He let out a scoff, completely dismissing your comment.

“Like I could ever forget about you.” He pulled you a little bit closer, just to show you he meant what he said. “But, we do look super cool.”

“The coolest.” You agreed. “Everybody will be so jealous.” He laughed at your statement, nodding in agreement.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He ran his fingers through the freshly dyed hair.

“I love you,” you smiled. “And I have to admit, you look quite nice, too.” He pulled you into another kiss, both of you completely content by just being in each others arms. You knew that it would always be your happiest place, because you were certain you’d never find anyone else who was so willing to join in on your crazy ideas.

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god i love danny he’d be such a good bf, always supportive and nice and sweet and i just love him sm :(

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fizzyxcustard · 2 months

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Covert Eyes (24)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland)

Warnings: Stalking behaviour, anxiety, language, sexual references, angst, smut, heartbreak, gunshot wounds and recovery, abduction, hostage situation.

Summary: Lucas takes notice of a young woman, Amy, but his obsession and want to get to know her begin to spiral out of control. Amy is now working for MI-5, after being recruited by Ros. But will her involvement with Lucas cause even more problems and heartbreak?

When Amy's parents get involved, how will things pan out for Amy and Lucas?

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This fic does have an ending in sight...finally. :)

Feedback, comments and suggestions are always very valuable. My messages and ask box (including anons!) are open.

It had been a month now since Amy had returned to Coventry, and every day felt listless and lifeless. She’d had long conversations with Ros, who was technically her direct manager and would have been in charge of all HR work. Amy had explained everything and had been met with the words, “We can’t keep the position open for you for long. You’ll need to make a definite decision on this. You’ve been compromised in a serious way.” It all felt like it was her direct fault, the more that Amy mused on it.

Amy’s brother in law had been kind enough to do a run to the flat back in London, taking a rental van, to pick up her belongings. Matt had been told what to pick up and Lucas had made himself scarce ahead of the visit after Amy’s notice.

After Amy’s departure from the flat, she had not spoken with Lucas at all. The only communication had been through texts, and this was to organise Matt’s arrival for her belongings. Lucas had agreed to keep the tenancy of the flat in just his name.

Furniture remained behind. But all of Amy’s personal items such as remainder of clothing, her television set and DVD player, books, ornaments and even some of her cooking utensils and crockery, came back to Coventry. The majority of it was now back in her old room. The guest bed that she had shared with Lucas over new year was now her bed, and opposite it on a small bookcase was her Samsung flatscreen television.

The last month had been a whirlwind of feeling depressed, numb, anxious and angry. Most of her dreams were her sitting in a dark room, trying to scream, but no sound came. She often woke with a tension headache, and ibuprofen had become a friend of late.

However, as Amy entered the fifth week of being with her parents, she noticed that her period was late. Normally she had been like clockwork, always being on time and maintaining the same number of days for the period portion of her cycle. Maybe the stress of all the recent upheaval had caused it? She was sure she had heard that before, that stress and anxiety could mess with menstrual cycles. Just to be sure, Amy made her way into town one morning. Partly she needed to get out of the house and breathe. Ever since being home, her parents had been overly generous with her and kept treating her like she was a child again, and it was beginning to make her uncomfortable.

She used up all three tests, and all of them came back positive. Amy was pregnant.

The realisation didn’t hit her immediately, and she sat with the thought for a couple of days, trying to comprehend what was happening. Finally, two days after finding out, she approached her mum. It was an overcast Saturday morning, and her mum was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee.

“Do you want me to get you a drink?” Sharon asked.

“No. I…um…I need to talk to you about something.” Amy sat down opposite her mum and as soon as she looked into Sharon’s dark gaze, she broke down into tears.

“Love,” Sharon cooed. She grabbed Amy’s hand from across the table. “You’ll get through this, darling. You’ll heal, I promise.”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words were like lead, heavy. Sharon was stunned, rendered rigid in her seat. “A…Are you sure?”

“I took three tests and they all came back positive. I was on the pill, but you know they reckon it’s not one hundred per cent effective. But…I’ve wanted a baby for a while now. It’s just….why now? I need to tell Lucas.”

Sharon’s eyebrows furrowed. “Amy, you need to keep as far away from him as possible.”

“He has every right to know, Mum. I’m not going to keep him in the dark about it, and if he wants to visit…”

“No, Amy. I’m putting my foot down there. Before we know for absolute certainty that you’re pregnant, as tests can sometimes be wrong, say that you are…If you let him have any contact, think of the risk. I know you love him, but you need to let him go and make a life of your own with the baby.”

Amy wept at the table, feeling so utterly consumed by sadness, frustration and confusion. “When will you and Dad let me have any control back?” she muttered. “You made me leave Lucas and now won’t let him have anything to do with his own child. When will you both allow me to actually make a decision for myself?”

A flash of anger passed across Sharon’s face. “I know you, Amy. No one knows someone better than their own mother. You are besotted with that man. I don’t know what kind of hold he had over you…”

“Hold?” Amy asked, her eyebrows knotting. “He had no hold over me. He’s the only man I’ve ever truly been in love with.”

“And you’ll find someone else.”

“Mum, I can’t carry on with this conversation because I’ll say something I regret,” Amy spat. She got up and shoved her seat back, the wooden legs screeching across the flooring. Amy stormed to the doorway and then turned back, glaring at her mum. “Imagine being rock bottom, and you feel like no one would ever look at you twice. You know you’re not beautiful and there’s very little about you that a man would want, but somehow one man sees you. I mean he really bloody seesyou. And he finally helps you to see that maybe you’re not as bad as you always thought; he helps you to actually feel loved. Would you want to throw that away?”

Sharon remained quiet, feeling a lump rise in her throat at Amy’s words. Of course she knew that Amy felt that way. She had seen it; the pain on Amy’s face, the loneliness in her posture, the desperation for love in her eyes. Sharon had felt all of that, too.

***

Lucas was at work, sat at Amy’s desk when he heard his phone ring. Amy’s number flashed across the screen and immediately a whole array of emotions that he couldn’t fathom seemed to spread through his chest. His hand began to shake and he accepted the call, whispering her name.

“Lucas. I’m sorry for bothering you. I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important,” she said.

Her voice wrapped around him, holding him so snug.

“Are you alright?” Lucas asked, immediately concerned for her wellbeing.

“I need to tell you something, and maybe it’s best we meet in person. Mum won’t like it, but I don’t care anymore. I’m sick of both of them telling me what to do…”

“Amy they’re keeping you safe. They’re not telling you what to do.”

“Why are you siding with them? Am I that bad that you’d happily just see me leave and we never…”

“Amy, for fuck sake,” Lucas growled. “I am not going over this with you again.”

“Okay, I’m pregnant. There you go! Happy? I’ll go and you never have to hear from me again.”

“Amy? Fuck….Amy?”

The line dropped.

Lucas’ head was spinning. He dashed out of the main office space and into a hallway, feeling heat rise high in his head. His heart was thundering so hard in his chest and he paced the same ten feet of hallway as he tried to call Amy again, but each time it just rang out and then went to her voicemail.

Up in Coventry, Amy grabbed her handbag and stormed out of the house. She tried so desperately hard not to break into tears, but it was too much, and she sobbed in the middle of the street. With her back against a tree, Amy bent her knees and hung her head, sobbing.

“Are you alright, dear?” a kind old lady asked, who was staggering past on a walking stick, while walking her small dog.

Amy looked at the kind lady through tears and nodded her head. The lady’s dog, a little black and white Jack Russell terrier sniffed Amy’s feet, its tail wagging in curiosity and excitement. Amy extended her arm down and stroked the dog, while smiling.

“See? He always has that reaction with people. He made you smile.”

Amy finally gathered the small slither of strength inside her and continued walking, passing one last smile to the dog and his kind owner. Trudging up the street, Amy pushed the tears away and head towards the small bakery and café which was on the corner of a small backstreet which joined on to the main high street.

The café was quiet, with the only sound being a radio playing from somewhere in the back room. Amy ordered herself a chai latte and a piece of lemon drizzle cake, then sat at the very back of the café, slipping out of sight.

On her phone, Amy found ten missed calls from Lucas, and three text messages. With a sigh and a sudden snap of her frayed self-control, she called him back.

“Aim, listen to me,” he begged frantically. “Please, angel.”

Hearing him call her ‘angel’ brought forward those horrible tears again.

“Why do you keep thinking I’m pushing you away because I want to? That’s the furthest thing from the truth. But a baby? Are you sure you’re pregnant?”

“I took three tests and they all showed positive. Lucas, we need to be together. I can’t be a mum without you. Don’t make me do this alone, please. I need you.”

“I know, angel.” He sighed loudly down the line. “Your parents won’t let me near you and the baby, we know that. And they have good reason.”

“This is our future. Not theirs.”

“I can’t risk the pair of you. I can’t.”

“So what are you saying? You’re abandoning me? You’re going to make me go to every scan on my own, bloat to the size of a whale and then give birth in agony, all on my own? Fucking hell, Lucas, I thought you were more of a man than that.” Amy was seething at his attitude. “You’re going to make me be a single mother?”

“Don’t you think I know what I’m saying, Aim?” Lucas growled. “Don’t you think I know that by doing this I’m making you go through it alone? But making you go through it alone will make sure you at least go through it and get out the other side alive.”

“I hate you, Lucas. I never thought you’d be this fucking cold!”

A lady with a severe bob placed Amy’s drink and cake down on the table, her eyes wide upon hearing her customer’s side of the conversation.

“All anyone does in my life is control me, and I’m sick of it. You’ve made the decision that we can’t be together without even considering me at all. My parents have got me back at home, treating me like a pathetic child. No one will let me stand on my own two feet and make my own decisions.”

“Because this is putting your life at risk, and now a child’s,” Lucas spat. “What kind of a man would I be to just let all these things keep happening to you? You’ve already been shot and taken hostage because of me and being connected to me.”

“And now you have a baby, Lucas. You don’t get to just walk away from that. I am not putting ‘father unknown’ on my baby’s birth certificate. I refuse to do that.”

“I’ll make sure you have enough money…”

“It’s not about the fucking money, Lucas!” Amy cried out. “I need you in my life. The baby needs you. Can’t you see that? I grew up with a dad, and I thank God every day for that. I can’t let my baby not have a dad. Lucas…” Amy began to weep. “I can’t carry on without you. Please. I still wear my engagement ring because I can’t face that this is over. It can’t be. Sarah and Simon got what they wanted: revenge. They wanted us apart, and they got that. They can’t hurt us any more than they already have.”

“Angel, we can’t.” Lucas voice was quiet but firm. “You have your family who’ll look after you. I’ll come to the scans and birth, but we can’t be together again.”

“Fuck you, then. Keep away. I’ll do this alone.”

Amy threw her phone down on the table and sobbed.

The lady who had served Amy looked on confused. “A…are you alright?” she asked.

***

Lucas sat with his head in his hands a short while later, gaining the attention of Ros who came onto the main floor. She approached him and perched on the edge of the desk. “What’s going on?” she asked, folding her arms.

With a sigh, Lucas rubbed his mouth with his hand and looked up at Ros. “Amy’s pregnant. I can’t put them at risk, no matter how much I want to be with her and raise the baby. I don’t think she realises how much danger I’ve put her in.”

“She does. Don’t underestimate her, Lucas. In the little time I’ve known her, I can see that in her. And can I be frank with you? I think you see her as immature to a degree, but she’s got a wise head on her shoulders. Far more than you know.” At that, Ros was staring straight at Lucas. Her gaze was piercing. “You’re like a lot of others in her life and you’ve taken advantage of her people pleasing nature, but when she kicks back, you see her as immature and not knowing what she wants.”

“No…”

“Yes. I’ve been in this job long enough now to know how people work. She’s let you take control for the entirety of the relationship and now she’s trying to do something for herself, you judge her as not knowing what she wants. You did it when we recruited her.”

“But she did do what she wanted in the end,” Lucas argued.

“With a little input from me, to try and help her make the right decision for her. Stop telling her what’s best, and let her make up her own mind.”

Ros disappeared into a side office and picked up her mobile, calling Amy.

“Hello, Ros,” Amy said softly. Then sniffed.

Ros immediately knew that Amy had been crying. “Is now a good time to talk?”

“Yes. I’ve just got home and I’m in my room out the way of anyone overhearing me.”

“How are you doing?”

“I’d be a complete liar if I said I’m doing well. I’m guessing you’re calling me because Lucas told you I’m pregnant.”

“You’re very perceptive,” Ros chuckled. “Yes, he told me. I believe congratulations are in order, despite the circumstances.”

“Thank you. I’m still considering the position, Ros. It’d be unfair of me to come back and then leave again. Maybe now that a baby is on the horizon, it’d be best for me to re-consider any future with MI5.”

“Don’t make a rash decision now. I know I said we can’t keep the position open, but there is the option of maternity leave and pulling that forward so you take leave earlier. Your role would only ever be analysis, so please don’t be concerned that field work might be something you’d have to do. Maybe we could have a face to face meeting in the next week or two. I can come and meet you so you won’t see Lucas.”

“How is he?”

“Quiet, although flies off the handle easily at times. Doesn’t like to be challenged. He misses you, Amy. He even sits at your desk and uses your mug.”

“I miss him, too,” Amy whispered. “I wish he’d let me come back.”

“Amy, you can come back. Your parents and Lucas don’t own you; you’re your own person. I know why he’s doing this, but he needs to give you control.”

“Everyone treats me like a child.”

Ros sighed. “I’ve noticed.”

***

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imaginingaustin · 1 year

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new year’s eve

summary: ringing in the new year with austin in a “not-so-traditional” fashion.

a/n: i know i said i didn’t write smut, but i decided to give it a shot. just a small little portion towards the end, so proceed as you wish!

new year’s celebrations were something that you usually only ever took part in, never hosted. but this year was different.

you and austin had just moved into a new home and were hosting the festivities this year as a combination new year’s/housewarming party. you were stressed, to say the least, having to find time to finish setting up your home the way you liked, as well as getting ready to host guests.

you and austin had a long list of things to do, and you divided the tasks evenly between of the two of you. thankfully, this made things much easier, and you were finished with your preparations fairly quickly.

once new year’s eve finally came around, you were more than ready for the night to start. you were so excited to finally be able to have all your friends over to help ring in the new year.

as people started to arrive, and the party began, you were so happy to see everyone enjoying themselves.

a little while later, once the party was in full swing, you were standing in the kitchen, mixing yourself another drink.

“y/n, this party is amazing! and your home is beautiful.” a friend of yours said to you.

“thank you so much! i’m so glad you could be here.” you said to them with a wide smile.

“of course! you know i’d never miss one of your parties.” they laughed. you stood with them in the kitchen for a little bit, making conversation. they were catching you up on some things they had planned for the new year.

you, unfortunately, had zoned out and were staring out into the living room. your eyes landed on austin, who was talking with some people. the liquor coursing through your body made your feelings stronger than usual. you were so disgustingly in love with this man, it was crazy to you that he still gave you butterflies after all this time you’ve spent together.

your friend, who had accepted the fact that you were no longer listening to what they were saying, looked up and followed your gaze.

“oh, of course.” they laughed, their eyes landing on austin as well.

“hmm?” you hummed, barely audible. you lazily turned your head, giving your attention back to your friend. they just laughed and shook their head at you.

“nothing. i just think it’s cute that you still get starry eyed over him.” they said. you felt yourself blush and shook your head. your friend walked off to mingle with other guests, leaving you love struck in the kitchen. you leaned against the counter; eyes glued to austin as he finished his conversation. he caught your glance and shot you a wink from across the living room. you felt your heart stutter in your chest as he started walking over to you.

“y’know, it’s not polite to stare.” he said as he reached you, placing his hand on the small of your back, pulling you into his chest.

“i can’t help it. you’re just so handsome.” you said, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. he quickly deepened the kiss, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass, causing you to let out a soft squeal.

“austin! we have guests.” you whispered.

“so?” he smirked, squeezing again.

“quit!” you said, swatting his hand away. “we have guests, and i’m too busy playing hostess to let you take me upstairs.”

“but we haven’t even had the chance to break in our new bed yet.” he pouted, trailing his fingers up your back.

“as much as i love the thought of us sneaking off right now, there are too many people in this house, and i don't wanna risk getting caught. but i promise, tonight, once everyone’s gone, or passed out, we will.” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“what a perfect way to ring in the new year.” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. he gave you one last squeeze before he walked away. you rolled your eyes at him before tending to your guests.

as it got closer to midnight, you had all the champagne flutes ready for your remaining guests to toast the new year. the countdown began and you all cheered as it hit midnight, clinking your champagne flutes and taking your first drinks of the year. austin's grip was tight around your waist, as he leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“happy new year, baby.” you said softly.

“happy new year.” he smiled, kissing you again. everyone that was still there shared another toast, and lounged around, listening to music and enjoying just being able to hang out.

as the night wound down, and more people started to leave, you had to offer up your guest rooms and your living room couches to a few people who needed a place to stay for the night.

you and austin were together in the kitchen, cleaning up the rest of the dishes that were left out, and making sure the leftover food was put away.

there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you moved together to clean the kitchen. once you finally finished, you leaned against the counter and smiled at austin, taking him into your arms as he moved closer to you.

“c’mon, let’s get to bed.” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“nuh uh. i made a promise. and i keep my promises.” you said with a smirk, austin raising an eyebrow at you. your lips met his, and he hummed into the kiss. you felt his mouth curve into a smile against yours. he quickly deepened the kiss, his hands trailing down to your hips, gripping them tight. you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. his arms were tight around you as he trekked up the stairs to your bedroom.

he set you down gently on the bed and you pulled him into you. his fingers sent a chill down your spine as they grazed over your skin, him undressing you slowly as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. you mirrored his movements, pulling his shirt over his head and working to get his pants off.

“why the hell did you put this on?” you pouted as you struggled to undo his belt. you looked up at him as he stifled a laugh. he worked his belt off with one hand as the other remained attached to your cheek. “show off.” you said, rolling your eyes.

he laughed and kissed you again, crawling up and moving you towards the head of the bed. you rested in the pillows as austin began pressing kisses to every inch of your chest, making sure to hit all of your sweet spots. he lined himself up with your entrance, slowly sliding himself in.

“oh, fuck.” you said loudly. no matter how many times you and austin had sex, you were always pleasantly surprised by his girth.

“shh, baby. we wouldn’t want to wake up our guests.” austin teased, barely above a whisper. his voice was so sultry, it made you squirm beneath him.

he began pumping in and out, slowly at first, but quickly picking up his pace. his hand was pressed to your mouth to stifle your noises. he watched as your eyes rolled back into your head. the sight of you coming undone under him, watching as you reached your climax, was enough to push him over the edge.

he collapsed on top of you with breathy moans as he finished, another wave of pleasure coursing through your body simultaneously. you both laid there quietly as you caught your breath.

“well, if that's how we’re gonna start the year, then let's hope everything else is that's good.” you said softly, feeling austin laughing against you.

he pushed himself up to look down at you, a soft smile on his face. his nose rubbed against yours as he got up from the bed.

you both got cleaned up and changed into your sleep clothes before climbing into bed. you watched as austin walked out of the bathroom, his pajama pants sitting low on his hips.

“you keep looking at me like that, we’re gonna have to go for round two.” he teased, his eyes locked on yours as he moved to the bed. you reached your arms out to him and pulled him into you.

“i’m just admiring the view.” you laughed, kissing him softly.

“i love you.” he said softly.

“i love you too.” you said, kissing him again. he laid down next to you and held you tight. a comfortable silence

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler imagines #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #elvis 2022

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onlyplatonicirl · 17 days

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Seven Years Later, a wedding unfolds in the Omega Timeline between a skeleton and human.

Gradient

“Gradient stop squirming.”

“I’m not!”

“Gee Grady, did you gain weight?”

“N-no?”

“Come on Grady, I just want you to look good on your big day! I am the artist, you know.”

Ink grabbed hold of Gradient’s pant leg, trying to hike it up until it draped over Gray’s foot.”

Gradient grumbled. “Well the artist picked up the wrong pant size from the boutique.”

Ink then began to fiddle with Gradient’s long draping, green and black overshirt. “Well, well, well that’s what was in the bag when I picked it up!”

Gradient sighed. “Whatever, just, try to keep yourself together for just one day. Don’t bother other guests. Don’t start doing interpretive dance when the music starts in the hall. And please, for the love of god, don’t start explaining skeleton anatomy to anyone, especially not my fiance.”

Ink looked Gradient up and down, getting to his feet. “Huh? I don’t do that!” He tapped a finger against his cheek. His eye sockets shifted between a few rounds of various shapes. “Ugh. What is your special guy’s name anyway? Uh. Caine, Carrie, Raphael, something along those lines right?”

Frustrated glitches began to spritz off of Gradient’s body as he dragged his hands down his cheeks. “See? This is exactly what I mean! Casey! His name is Casey! Here!” Gradient found a rotting bandaid on the floor of the wedding hall’s bathroom. Ink mindlessly handed him a pen, an excited expression gripping his face. He was probably just excited by the thought that Gradient was going to draw something. Gradient pasted the bandaid on the wall and etched out- “C-A-S-E-Y” on the portion that wasn’t bloody, and handed it to Ink, whose eyes rapidly scanned over the name.

“Ah. Casey. I remember now. Thanks Gray.” Ink patted Gradient on the head, ending with an affirming smack, and just stood utterly still, a goofy smile stretching across his face.

Gradient pulled up the decorative hood that was attached to his shirt portion. He didn’t realize that his hands were shaking and that beads of sweat began to streak down his forehead. The hood’s cool darkness made him feel a bit better though, as it always had in the past. Like a little dome where he could escape the grip of reality. And Ink. And PJ’s crayon-eating sessions.

“Aww.” Ink clasped his own hands together and striked an adoring pose. “You look so skrunkly wunkly, my little Grady. Hahahaha.” Ink abruptly swept Gradient into a smothering embrace, lifting him above the ground with surprising force considering the artist was significantly smaller than him. He could feel Ink’s hip bones jam into his side. It hurt almost as bad as that one time Casey chucked him down a full flight of stairs, resulting in a shattered rib bone and two rolls of cheap adhesive bandages.

“Uhhhhgg.” Gradient managed to wheeze. Finally, after an eternity and a half, Ink set Gradient down, yet continued to stare at him with a dopey smile. An awkward silence existed between the two until Ink lifted a finger into the air.

“Oh! I almost forgor, uh, forgot. Dream wanted you to have this. He thought it would add a ‘splendid accent’.” The artist dug inside of his pant leg, retrieving a silver circlet that sort of broke off and overlapped delicately near the center. Like that thing that Dream unconditionally wore as if it was a part of his body.

Gradient stared at it, the bathroom’s LED lights bouncing off of the reflective silver surface. It was typical of Dream to assert his opinions and authority wherever he pleased to put it. He was equally bad, if not worse, than Ink in terms of invasive qualities. But Gradient had a whole separate list of worries regarding the small yellow guardian. He was mostly afraid that he would judge Casey for being a human, which would spiral back to arguments about Ink being a bad parent, which would result in a disaster to say the least. Those two were highly corrosive with each other, anyone could tell if they just glanced a bit whenever they talked or spoke or were at all in each other’s presence.

“Here!” Ink took the circlet from Gray’s hands and reached up on his toes, trying to squeeze the piece of metal onto his head.

“Ow! Stop that!”

“Hold on it’ll fit, almost got it!” Ink stuck out his tongue and tried different angles, but the thing wouldn’t slip. It seemed as if Dream had used his own proportions to measure the decorative piece. Someone who was probably at least a foot shorter than him.

Ink eventually gave up and twisted the metal around his arm. Gradient stared at him, concocting a way to make him leave the bathroom because, quite frankly, he had had enough Ink to last another hour, and needed peace.

😏 got more

ANON IM ON YHE EDGE OF MY SEAT IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS IM FOAMING AT THE TEETH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Gray having a hood as part of his outfit is SO HIM and I love Dream’s gift to him (sized to Dream’s own head LOL) and Ink LITERALLY NOT REMEMBERING CASEY’S NAME but he’s so happy for gray anyways omg they are SOOOOO SO CUTE

I LOVE THIS ANON THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD. FROM THE WAY UR WRITING IM ASSUMING THERES MORE. IM VERY EXCITED AND I AM CLIPPING THRU THE WALLS WAITING FOR THE NEXT PART!!!!!!!

#ask lorel #anon #tcoti #Casey tcoti #gradient sans #grasey #SOOOOO SO CUTE AAAA

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kuwajima · 6 months

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Can I ask how you made the lil kny chocolate bombs? they’re SO CUTE

Yes of course! I bought a KNY chocolate making kit (from Bandai) from Amazon JP. But it’s not actually intended for hot cocoa bombs, so I had to improvise a little.

The molds are intended to be filled completely with chocolate and pressed together while the chocolate is warm to make one solid piece, but that doesn’t work when you need to have them filled with cocoa powder. So after a few tries, I figured out how to make it work!

If you want to make them too, I have steps listed below! It’s not that difficult once you get the hang of things!

The little picture of chocolate Inosuke with a pink nose inspired me to try out the molds in full color! Fun fact, you can buy some things off Amazon JP if you’re in the US. You do need to pay for somewhat expensive shipping, but it was cheaper to buy this from Japan than second-hand via eBay for me!

You will obviously need chocolate for this. Theoretically anything could work, but I used colored candy melts from the craft store and some almond bark stuff from Walmart. Melt it per package instructions, which is usually the microwave. The cup they give you in the kit is actually awesome, it kept the melted chocolate SO warm. But I was using so many colors for the set that I actually filled a Pyrex dish with boiling water and kept my tiny heat-safe glasses of colored chocolate in the water to keep them liquid enough to work with. If you’re going to use a lot of colors, it’s good to be strategic with the order of melting colors. If you’re doing just one of two colors you won’t need the dish of water.

For the fully colored ones I did small layers of colored candy melts and let each layer cool completely before adding the next one. This is why it took 2 hours lmao. When I made them with just plain chocolate it took significantly less time (maybe 30 min total with cool times for all 6?)

So for Inosuke I had to do the little white dot on his eyes, let it cool, add the blue, let it cool, then add MORE white! You’ll do this until the entire mold is coated with chocolate, but you want the layers to be pretty thin so you can add as much cocoa mix as possible. I was using toothpicks for small details and chopsticks for larger portions like the clothes.

HOWEVER if you just want to make solid colors or way less detailed bombs, you can just coat the entire mold in a thin layer of chocolate. Either way you want the cavity of the mold to be pretty big because that’s where the cocoa mix goes.

It’s hard to see, but one side of the mold doesn’t have chocolate up to the rim of the mold. There’s like a fraction of a cm of space. Let them cool completely.

Once cool, you’ll fill ONE side with cocoa mix. This is just a pre-made mix, but you can do anything you want. Cocoa mix is basically just cocoa powder and sugar lol. I also tried this with flavored milk tea powder! Since the other side is hollow, you can make a tiny mountain of the mix instead of just filling it to the top of the cavity.

Because the chocolate is cool, the two sides will not fit together on their own. This is why I left a tiny bit of space on the other mold.

Cover just the rim of the character on the opposite mold with hot melted chocolate. You can be a little messy here because the extra stuff will get smooshed to the side, away from the character. Match the notches when the chocolate is HOT (if it’s only kinda warm it won’t attach as well) and smoosh. You see the super thin layer of chocolate outside the character area? That will break off when you open the mold. Make sure the chocolate is totally surrounding the entire rim of the character because if there are any gaps, the mix will leak out when it is taken out of the mold.

Let it cool completely in your fridge (or at room temp, I guess?) for like 10 minutes and it should pop right out of the mold! If it doesn’t, you can also carefully press one side of the mold to take the character out.

And boom! You’re done! Now you can drown your faves in the hot milk or beverage of your choice! Go forth and eat your blorbos!

Giyu and Shinobu about to be sent to their doom:

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #hopefully this is easy to understand!!#if you end up making some I’d love to see them!!#battleshipart

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lillian-gallows · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 24: Sex toys with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1448 Warnings: Video call sex, Masturbation, Sex toy use by Reader (Vibrator), Dirty talk. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

You turned the silicon toy over in your hands as you looked at it, relatively small, only a half inch in diameter but long enough to easily reach everything inside you wanted it to.

“That’s a nice one. It’s the same color as the bullet you have too.” He noted with a teasing grin through the phone screen. “Pretty matching set.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled back at him. “Yes, because the color makes such a difference to how it feels.” You joked.

“Have you tried it yet?” He asked, sounding excited and some shifting on the screen shows he’s moving, probably laying back on his hotel bed.

“Not yet. Just got it yesterday, so I needed to wash and charge it…And I may have wanted to wait till my favorite audience of one could watch.” You answered, tilting your head coyly.

“Yeah? That where you hoped this call was going, Baby?” He asked, voice lowering to a seductive purr.

You and Eddie have been apart for going on three months while Corroded Coffin has been on tour, and it’s driving you both insane. You and their manager are currently in the process of planning to have you join them for a portion of the trip, but there’s logistics that have to be worked out first, like plane tickets and lodging.

“Are you saying you don’t want to watch me play with my new toy?” You asked, a showy faux pout on your lips.

“I never said that.” He countered quickly, as if to banish that thought from your mind posthaste.

His response pulled a chuckle from you. “That’s what I thought.”

He rolled his eyes at you but there was no heat to the action, or at least not the annoyed kind, there’s plenty of lust in those dark eyes staring back at you through the phone. “You gonna stop teasing me then? Been damn near giving that thing a handy since you picked it up…” He says, eyeing the vibrator still in your grasp, and to be fair, you had been more or less fondling it this whole time.

You grin and nod before reaching out and repositioning the phone to lean on a spare pillow on the bed so he could see better. From your end you see he does the same. You could already see he was shirtless when you answered the call, but after the change of position you could see he was only wearing a pair of black sweats.

You slipped your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, not in the mood to deal with the fabric getting in the way.

“God, I wish I was there to worship that perfect body…” Came Eddie’s heady voice, thick with lust just from seeing more of you.

“Wish you were here so I could suck that cock.” You answered before performing the awkward shuffle that is removing your pants while sitting on a bed, but once you had, they joined the pile on the floor.

Eddie was already palming himself through his pants as he looked at you, watching as you reached for the vibrator to pull it closer, before laying back against the pillows, knees bent and legs parted, giving him an unobstructed view of your cunt.

“Go on, Baby…Show me what your new toy can do…” He purred, eyes half-lidded and hotter than hell.

You clicked it on the lowest setting before lightly resting it over your clit, body jolting at the sudden sharp pleasure it sent zapping through you, a quiet gasp falling from your lips.

There was a shuffling sound on the phone and when you looked you found he had shoved his sweats down to his thighs, allowing you to see his hand wrapped around that thick cock. He wasn’t fully jacking himself off yet, but rather he was just grazing his hand up and down, a lighter stimulation like the way you were so lightly holding the vibrator to your clit.

“The camera deceiving me or are you already soaked…?” He asked, eyes locked on where pretty pink met magenta.

You let out a soft chuckle. “I started getting wet the moment I saw your caller ID…Think I’ve Pavlov-ed myself to get turned on every time you call…” You said jokingly but you were half serious.

“That’s fucking hot.” He breathed a chuckle of his own. “Give yourself a little more…” He pointed with his chin at your hand, and you nodded.

Keeping the vibrations at the same level you pressed a little harder on your clit, another sharp gasp falling from your lips but you didn’t pull it away, instead you made tight little circles, making sure every nerve-ending got to feel it.

“S-Shit…I think…Think this might be my new f-favorite toy…” You whimpered, eyed screwing shut.

Maybe it was how pent up you’d been, or maybe it was just that ‘new toy feel’, but the pleasure felt heightened somehow, sharper and clearer, yet simultaneously not enough.

Recognizing your body’s ques even through a phone Eddie spoke up. “Turn it up a notch.” He ordered, and you didn’t have to open your eyes to be able to picture the look on his face, that commanding heat he sometimes got when he was really hot for you.

You did as told and this time the sound that punched out of you was a moan, high and needy. “Fuck! Eds…” You whimpered, wishing so much it was him making you feel this good.

“Christ, Sweetheart…Look at you, all flushed pink, and your poor pussy so wet and desperate…” He said with a teasing kind of pity, then there was the sound of him spitting into his hand, and a low moan.

You forced your eyes open and were gifted with the sight of his long neck as his head was thrown back and he was fisting his cock slowly, the tip was bright pink and glistening.

When his gaze returned to you, he looked damn near feral with the way his bang hung just a bit over his hazy eyes, but even through that haziness there was a sharpness, a predatory glint that made your cunt clench around nothing.

Your reaction must have been visible because a grin that matched the rest of that look spread over his face. “Maybe you should stop neglecting that sweet pussy, Sweetheart…She looks awful lonely.” He sounds both clear as a bell and ragged at the same time and it made your belly flipflop.

As if moving on its own your other hand drifted down to your entrance, where you teased yourself with two fingers for only a second before pressing in all the way, then you curled them at just the right angle, recalling how Eddie had showed you to find that elusive sweet spot on your own.

The whole time those brown eyes watched you, looking nearly pitch black on the screen. His hand never stopped, even as his breath grew quicker.

Yours was doing the same as you moved your fingers and the vibrator in tandem with his hand, that tight knot forming in your belly faster and faster telling you that this would be one hell of an orgasm.

Whimpers and gasps quickly turned into moans and cries that melded with the filthy sounds your pussy was making, the sound of his breathing and the wet sounds of his hand would almost be too quiet if you hadn’t turned the volume up on your phone before answering the call.

“God…Eds, close…So close…” You pleaded, earning a low groan in response.

“Let me see you cum, Baby…Let me watch you fall apart…” He growled, clearly close to his own end.

Your back arched as your pussy clamped down on your fingers, legs shaking and half-finished moans of his name on your tongue.

You heard his responding gasp less than a second later and forced your eyes open just in time to watch white spurts of cum shoot from his cock, making a mess on his belly, the head now bright red and swollen as he kept moving his hand to ride it out, the vibrator held to your clit doing the same for you.

Once it started to feel like too much you pulled away and turned it off, making the only sounds in the room you and Eddie’s heavy breathing.

“Christ, Sweetheart…That was…Fuck…I can’t wait to get home so I can fuck you into the mattress…” He panted, a wide grin on his spent face.

“We’ll be together again before you know it…” You promised, little did he know it would much sooner than the end of the tour.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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one-winged-dreams · 6 months

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Happy Birthday Video Games

ship: the reveries of my mind (adri x akingraeux)

source: original content

word count: 942

I HAD TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT BEING PONG DAY, so have a cute little ism with Aki. Also a teeny tiny casual surprise in there. ;3c

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess

"It's video games' birthday today."

Aki perked up, his attention focusing on Adri's sudden entrance. The latter was looking at his phone screen, keys almost missing the side table.

"Uh?" Aki prompted him to elaborate, realizing he was currently getting annihilated in Guilty Gear, but gritting his teeth and letting it happen all the same, controller set aside. He was more than willing to throw a match easy.

It only hurt a LITTLE bit.

But elaborate Adri did, turning his phone out to show a particular meme.

"It's pong day. Video games' birthday."

Adri was sporting his usual melancholic expression, but for now, it was graced by a small smile accompanied by an adorable head tilt.

Cute, cute, CUTE.

Trying to downplay how charmed he was, Aki snorted. Though he was unable to suppress the grin that spread across his face, he managed to reply casually enough, past the sounds of Nagoriyuki biting the dust.

"Oh fuck, yeah, I remember when pong came out. Shit was revolutionary."

Adri blinked, lashes fluttering over wide brown eyes.

Cuter still.

"You- Oh man, you're showing your age there, Aki. I mean, I guess it would make sense, that probably wasn't even that far back for you. So you've really picked up on the gaming thing in this itty bitty portion of your… Nevermind, sorry," he blushed suddenly, realizing he was going off on a tangent.

There was no way Aki couldn't NOT laugh at that, placing his hands on his knees and then pushing himself up off the couch. Accompanied by the music from the character selection screen, he made his way over to where Adri was looking downward.

Humming thoughtfully, Aki leaned down and to the side, trying to catch an expression and looking very silly in the process. All part of the plan, of course, considering he caught Adri giggling a little.

"Well I AM pretty old," he commented, leaning off further to follow the way Adri's head turned to hide the grin he was cracking. "So yeah. I played pong when it first came out. I guess that makes me the literal only legitimate gamer. Posers can't even touch me."

He delighted in how Adri finally straightened himself, laughing in a manner so adorable his heart leaped.

"Aki!" Adri giggled as Aki embraced him tightly, giving him a little squeeze and pivoting them left and right.

"Yes I'm a god, yes I play video games," he continued the bit, his tone exaggerated in a charming contrast to the wide affectionate grin on his face.

"AKI, PLEASE!" Adri erupted into laughter again, the melancholy expression entirely replaced with joy.

"Please what, cutie?" he teased, pulling one of his arms away to tilt Adri's chin up as had become a habit nowadays.

Adri blushed again, but he didn't seem unhappy at all. Quite the opposite, Aki could tell his move had improved significantly.

In fact, it felt like it had almost…

"Pleeease… I don't know what to say, aaaah!" Adri whimpered, trying to turn his face to the side to avoid looking into those pale eyes that affected him so.

But even still, his smile was wide and genuine, and in turn, Aki's settled into a warm, subdued one.

"You don't have to say anything, angel. Not one thing," his soft reassurance was a surprise, as was the act of him tucking some hair behind Adri's ear. The way it had been obscuring his face was displeasing to the god, he wanted to see everything.

Everything.

"Aki?" Adri's smile had become an expression of curiosity, lamb-like in its innocence and naivety.

"Mmmmmh?"Aki practically purred, leaning down to place a kiss on top of Adri's head.

That earned him a squeak.

"You're…" Adri breathed, and it was clear that he wasn't sure where he was going with that.

But Aki made sure that expression turned back up to him, those big, shiny brown eyes directed entirely at him.

"Yours," he stated matter of factly, with that same soft smile.

"M-?" Adri blinked rapidly, not finishing even a single word, but Aki knew what he meant anyway.

"Yes. Yours. All yours," Aki leaned down as he spoke, creating a space just for them, between sheets of raven hair, hesitating just for a moment before continuing, "In service to your faith."

Adri couldn't breathe, let alone speak, the proximity making his lips tingle in ways only a god could make real. Buzzing that wouldn't and couldn't be remedied by anything other than…

Neither of them had any expectations for what the first time would be like. Nor any sort of semblance of an imagined time or place. And the feeling of it, the physical weight and sensation of nerves sending signals to the brain, could not have been predicted either.

Adri's lashes fluttered.

Warm.

Aki's fingers held Adri's chin firm.

Soft.

It could have gone on forever, that singular temporal point. Fixed in time, possibly fate if you were inclined to that sort of thing.

Adri had mentioned he'd never been in a relationship before, never been kissed before. Aki could tell by the way his soul was singing to him, his essence laying itself as if to adorn an altar, that this was an important claim to stake. And the way those eager lips began to part. He knew that Adri was starting to feel it, and god, more than anything, he wanted him to. But not… THAT.

Holding Adri's face in a fixed position, he pulled himself away, his own mint eyes opening by a margin just in time to see Adri's do the same.

"… Happy birthday, video games."

"Y… Yeah. Happy birthday."

#self ship #self shipping #dream fics #the reveries of my mind

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spidersays · 1 year

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How to start a local Hypnokink group

This is a barebones set of advice and steps that the leaders of Mind Play RVA took to open their local hypnosis group, spread in the hopes of revitalizing or wholesale creating more local hypnosis kink groups. No two groups are the same, and no two groups are going to encounter the same stumbling blocks. Take this as ‘a list of things that I wish I’d thought about or known beforehand’ more than anything else. I will try to organize this as best I can, but I am an agent of chaos - it is best if you just read the whole thing. Ideas flow from each other fairly freely. Consider each bulletpoint a ‘thread’, not a ‘list’

Prologue: Who we are

Mind Play RVA (MPRVA) is a hypnosis workshop that meets on the last Saturday of every month in Richmond, Virginia. MPRVA is only about five months old. We managed to create a local hypnosis group, time will tell whether it is at all a durable group.

Section 1: The Big Things

Get involved in your local kink scene.

I cannot stress how important this is. The amount of support MPRVA recieved from other leaders in the Richmond community cannot be overstated. We recieved almost all of the advice I am distributing now from those local leaders - scheduling, formatting, a list of bad actors and predators in the local community. We even had a leader offer to act as security for our group when she attends.

This will also let you gauge whether your local scene needs a hypnosis group. There might be a small or underground group that doesn’t advertise itself that you could join. There might be nobody into hypnosis in your local scene.

If there are educational groups in your local scene- present for them! Teach a hypnosis 101 class to a TNG group. This will allow people to discover the kink, and also teach them that you’re trustworthy. Few people will attend a new group lead by people who aren’t trusted by other trusted members of the community.

This will also let you gauge whether your local scene is hostile to the idea of a hypnosis group, or hostile to you or your members.

Many local kink scenes have a significant racism problem. Try and sus that out, even if you are not a person of color or nobody you know is. This will affect how you go about engaging with the rest of your community, as a group.

Acknowledge that this will take a lot of time - and some amount of money

You will need to invest significant time and possibly significant amounts of money to make and maintain a group. Everything from organizing a space to meet, buying seating for your membership. Little things.

MPRVA is lucky enough to have found a space that will allow us to meet for free. We are incredibly lucky in this manner. Most people will likely spend significant amounts of money on their space - or require an entry fee, or money for food in the cases of munches that meet in restaruants, so that the space can earn that money from the membership themselves.

Find your format

Figure out what kind of group you want to form. I have broad ‘categories’ - Munches, Educationals, Workshops, Play Parties, Retreats, and Cons.

Munches might be the easiest event to organize - they typically meet in a bar or other food-providing venue. They might also occur in public parks. Munches are typically just ‘meetings’, show up, eat a sandwich, and talk about your kink. Depending on the size and regularity of your group, you may not even need to tell the restaurant that you are meeting there, or the nature of your group.

Educational groups tend to have some sort of presentation at some or all of their meetings - topics such as Hypnosis 101, Kin-aesthetic inductions. Any kind of group that provides education. These groups tend to need a little bit more space, and a little bit more privately - you’ll be having a single person or group talk fairly loudly about a kinky topic.

Workshops are like educational groups, but also provide space and opportunity to practice the topics taught during the educational portion. These typically require more space, and require quieter spaces than other groups - especially for hypnosis groups, where it might be difficult for new subjects to fall into trance with many distractions.

Retreats and Cons are outside the scope of this document. An example of a retreat are small kink ‘camps’ that sometimes get organized - either invite-only or with limited tickets, such as Deep Mind Darkwood. Charmed is a hypnosis convention.

Find a space

This is the biggest stumbling block that most groups come across. You will need space to organize people, and you will need sufficient enough space to sort people.

Get creative with this! Groups in Richmond meet at all kinds of locations - from people’s houses, to people’s basements. There is a local goth/industrial bar that hosts kink events here. If your local scene has rope dojos or dungeon spaces, reach out to those, as they are often willing to host other kink groups. MPRVA meets in a queer-run members-only gym that one of our leaders happened to be a member of!

Depending on the format of your group, you may need to disclose the purpose of your group to the space you are organizing in. Many locations will not allow a kink group to meet there. I encourage being open and honest with the space you are organizing with, if doing so does not put you or your members at risk.

Space consideration is extra important now that we are in a neverending pandemic. Consider the space’s ventilation system, and ensure that you have enough space for your members to spread out.

Advertise

Advertise your group on FetLife. Advertise your group at local munches or educational events. Advertise your group on Instagram, if you’re willing to! Nobody will attend your group if they don’t know it exists!

Get good at speaking

If your group is not simply a munch (and even if it is), develop public speaking skills. Learn how to project, learn the confidence to stand in front of a crowd and talk about a topic you’re not used to talking about. Spend some time taking a community college course on public speaking, take theater classes, or just run too many Dungeons and Dragons groups. Whatever it is you need to do - you need to know how to carry yourself with an amount of confidence that makes people believe you can run a good event.

Temper your expectations

Prepare for all of your work to come to nothing. Prepare to spend money, energy, and social capital, and for nobody but you and your friends to show up. Temper your expectations.

My advice is to only put in as much effort as you would do to organize a club for your friends. If you get more turnout than just that, be ecstatic.

Section 2: The Little Things, and the Unfun things.

Consider not using the word Hypnosis in relation to your group, at least in print

Some states and localities regulate the use of the word Hypnosis. It might be illegal to use it. Find out!

Hypnosis is often a banned term, due to credit card companies banning transactions relating to erotic hypnosis - Fetlife’s policies are inconsistent, but there has been at least one purge of hypnosis groups organizing on it, and (I believe) it doesn’t allow new groups to form using the word.

Legal issues

Depending on the laws in your area, erotic hypnosis (and other forms of kink) could possibly land you in legal trouble if police or legislators take note of you. Keep it in mind.

Reputation issues

Will you be impacted if you are found to be leading a kink group? Think about your job and your personal life.

Hypnosis has a really bad reputation - some of it is deserved, and some of it is misinformation. Many kink people - especially older ones - don’t believe that hypnosis kink can be done consensually. Develop a plan to explain hypnosis and consent - and be prepared for some people to dismiss you anyway

Cops

Even if you are doing nothing illegal, you may have issues with police showing up. Have a plan in mind - to hide your activities, to explain the situation, to protect vulnerable members of your group. It is better to have a plan and not need it than to be caught with your pants down when the cops knock.

Police are often used as a weapon by bad actors. If you kick somebody from you group, they might decide to call the cops on you next time you are meeting.

Rulebreakers

Have a plan in mind for how to deal with people who are disruptive to your group. Do you talk with them first? Do you have a three-strikes policy? Do you have a hard-line stance?

Have another plan in mind on how to deal with predators - either known or unknown - that attend your group. My advice is to simply bar them entry, but things may not be so simple - especially if they’re willing to be physically violent.

To that matter - have a plan for how to physically remove somebody from your group who isn’t willing to simply leave when told. Find out your local laws, and the rules for the space you are organizing.

Group durability

I hope that you are organizing with like-minded indivduals. Even then, friendships sour and breakups occur. Consider (if accessible to you) forming your group with a set of bylaws - form a nonprofit if you must - with the ability to remove members from leadership without the organization itself falling apart under the strain. If you must sign a contract with a space to organize your group, try to have a legal entity that is not an individual leader that can be liable for that contract.

#hypnokink #community organizing #class notes #piercing the veil

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pokenimagines · 2 years

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NSFW fic - Raihan & Leon x reader

Okay you asked for smexy stuff right?? Here it comes- may I have a little fic about a threensome where the reader is kinda tipsy and admits they like it rough?

(not sure if I need to specify the gender, in which case it would be preferably fem, but I know you write for everyone so yeah! Tysm for that)

Have a good one!

Just remember kids to drink responsibly and consent is the sexiest thing alive. When reading this there's an AFAB and AMAB version for the smut. Once you read the version you want there's a small aftercare portion that's back to being gender neutral. As always pronouns are They/Them to keep things inclusive for the entire fic.

Y'all this one is just chefs kiss! Like god DAMN!

Discord (16+) - Request Information

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

NSFW Leon and Raihan: Kinky

Honestly you had absolutely no recollection of the events that happened that night. All you knew is there was a party for all the 18+ members of the Pokémon league to celebrate another successful gym season. Then you started drinking. Then you managed to wake up on a set of stairs three blocks from your apartment, missing a shoe and a half flask of rum tucked into your underwear.

When you managed to get home and finally get your hangover under control, you looked through your phone for images and videos you took. You had to take a moment to breath and noticed you had been hanging out with both Raihan and Leon most of the night, if the images were anything to go by. Raihan looked about as trashed as you but Leon looked only a little buzzed.

Then you saw a notification on your phone; the group chat the three of you made eons ago.

Rai: So we gonna talk about last night? Lee: You actually remembered? Rai: Hard to forget something like that. You: Am I missing something? Lee: Well looks like someone doesn't remember. You: I don't remember last night at all. Also why did you guys let me fall asleep on a set of stairs: Rai: We took you to your apartment? How'd you end up on stairs? Lee: We literally tucked you into bed. You: I was two blocks away from my house so doubt. Rai: I mean... Rai: You aren't the best at staying in place when drunk. Lee: True You: Whatever... now what exactly did I do last night anyway? Rai: For starters you basically gave us your entire kink list. Lee: And told us how you liked it rough. Rai: And how you've been wanting us to tag team you since forever. You: I...

To say you were mortified would be the understatement of the century. The rest of your day went by in a complete blur of headaches, upset stomachs, and embarrassment. By the time you felt ready to face the consequences of your actions the group chat had blown up. Both Raihan and Leon apologizing and said they'd forget it if that's what you wanted. However something caught your attention in the blocks of texts the boys sent.

An offer.

To do the one thing you had been dreaming of forever that apparently drunk you had no issue telling them. That you wanted them to both absolutely destroy you at the same time. You didn't know how to respond so you did the only thing you could.

Set a date and time.

That led you to your current predicament. You were on your knees with Raihan's hand roughly holding your head in place, his cock shoved down your throat as far as it could go. Meanwhile Leon was behind you, fucking you roughly and using a bruising grasp on your hips. Whenever you let out a whine or shifted, hell even bucking up into him, you received a harsh slap on your ass.

"Damn, they look amazing like this." Raihan moaned, pulling out his phone to snapping as photo. When he asked you earlier if it was okay you weren't sure, but after he assured you it would be for personal use you obliged. You knew you had to be an absolute mess right now, drool and tears streaming down your face.

Raihan roughly pulled you from his cock and you gasped for air while also moaning out loud as Leon wrapped his hand around to your front to play with you some more.

"They look even better from back here." Leon said, his hips snapping into yours causing you to jolt forward into Raihan's weeping cock. Some precum got smeared onto your cheek, only adding to the mess on your face.

AFAB

"Think they can take both our cocks at once?" Raihan questioned, wanting to fuck into your holes.

"They did say they wanted us to wreck them, isn't that right sweetheart." Leon's voice had already been deep before, but in the throws of passion it someone began huskier and dark. Your walls clenched against Leon's cock, causing him to stutter out a gasp. "Fuck, feels like they like it." Leon said, slipping his cock out of your entrance.

"How's that sound, babe? Want both our cocks stuffed inside your holes?" Raihan said, moving hair out of your face so you could see him better. You blinked through teary eyes and nodded slightly. You yelped as a harsh palm slapped against your ass.

"Words, we told you to use your words before we got started." Leon reprimanded and you nodded.

"P-please." You whimpered out.

"Please what?" Raihan said, placing two fingers on your swollen lower lip and pulling at it a bit.

"Please fuck both my holes." You said, leaning into the touch. Your mouth opened up as you went to suck on his fingers, wetting them for him.

"Lee, flip them over so I can work their ass open." Raihan said and Leon was quick to listen. If you were in the right state of mind, you'd find it almost amusing how Raihan was basically in charge here. Sure Leon was dominant as well but whatever Raihan said went.

You were laying on your back and Leon ran his hand over your chest, pinching your nipples and making you squeal out. As the same time Raihan began working one finger into your ass. You gasped out a moan, already being overstimulated from coming ten times over at this point. Still as he managed to get two then eventually three fingers in and the sensation was turning more pleasurable.

You whimpered as you felt him take out his fingers, suddenly feeling empty. You looked over with half lidded eyes as Raihan put on a condom and poured some lube into his hands.

"Lee, do you want the front of the back?" Raihan asked as if you weren't even in the room.

"I think you should get to feel their cunt, it's amazing." Leon's crass words made you flush from embarrassment.

"Lift them up then and hold their legs apart. You go in first and once they're used to your size I'll join." Raihan said as he tossed the bottle of lube to Leon. With how much slick was on his condom from fucking you, you almost didn't think he'd need it. Still he put some on before lifting you up with sticky hands. He moved your legs apart so Raihan would have an amazing view and you thanked the stars these boys worked out all the time. How Leon was able to hold you up like a rag doll as his cock slowly went into your ass was astounding.

You bit down on your lower lip, trying not to cry out as his cock breached your entrance. He slowly slid himself down onto you, groaning at how tight and warm you were. Once you were hilted on Leon, Raihan came over and helped calm you down by rubbing your thighs.

It took a few moments before you were able to give them the okay to move. Leon started off gently fucking you before picking up the speed. Every time he lifted you up you felt Raihan's cock rubbing against your clit. You moved your head back onto Leon's shoulders as you tried to not get overwhelmed.

Raihan looked over at Leon and put a hand up, making him stop, "You ready for my cock, babe?" Raihan said as he pressed just the head of his cock into you. You moaned, trying to buck up into him and take him already.

You quickly remembered what they said and spoke up, "I'm ready. Please Rai...I wanna f-feel you." You stuttered out a moan.

"Whatever you want." He said before slowly sliding into you. Raihan could feel Leon's cock between your walls and bit back a groan as he hilted himself into you. He held some of your weight with his hands on your ass while Leon still gripped your thighs to hold them apart. Raihan locked eyes with you before leaning in to give you a bruising kiss. You whimpered as he bit down on your lip and you could feel Leon's mouth on your neck, leaving more love bites all over your skin like a constellation.

Raihan was the first one to begin moving and soon Leon and him found a rhythm together. As soon as one left the other one joined in, making sure you were never empty. You felt yourself cum again, squeezing both their cocks in a death grip.

Leon was the first to cum, biting down on your shoulder and you were pretty sure he drew blood. His hips stuttered against your own and Raihan had to hold you in place so he wouldn't slip right out of you. You felt Leon's cock finally come out and Raihan quickly shoved your against a wall. You yelped in surprise as the change as well as only being filled with one cock now.

Raihan managed to hold you up with one hand while the other was balled into a fist against the wall by your head. He was panting against you, his face inches away from your own. You went and wrapped your arms around his neck and could feel another orgasm washing over you. This is what finally threw Raihan over the edge as he came in you. He took a moment to recollect himself, his cock sliding out and he was quick to take the condom off and tie it off, tossing it off to the side.

AMAB

"I'd love to see it, wanna change our positions. Make them ride you reverse cowgirl." Raihan said, pinching your cheek teasingly. You groaned at him but felt Leon's cock sliding out of your ass and positioning you to a seating position.

You let out a small whine as his cock went back into you and you could feel the cool lube that he no doubt reapplied. These boys really used way too much but you were grateful they weren't hurting you like that.

Your mouth dropped into a, 'O' as Leon began making you ride him. Your eyes were still teary from the sensations and honestly you thought after coming three times they'd show mercy but obviously they were going for as many orgasms as you could take.

Raihan's large hand wrapped around your cock, his thumb sliding across the slit and collecting some precum. You gasped and moved your hand to bite down on it, trying to stifle some of your noises. Raihan's grip on your cock got tighter to almost hurting and you winced in reply.

"No covering your mouth, I want to hear all of your noises." Raihan said as he leaned closer. You felt his hands over your chest, grazing your nipples. They hardened under his touch and you took your hand away, opting to put it on the back of his neck.

"S-Sorry. T-trying not to upset the n-neighbors FUCK!" You shouted the end as Raihan went and bit down on one of your nipples. A small bite mark surrounded the areola and you shot him a half-hearted glare as he kissed it.

Leon, obviously annoyed at you forgetting about him, took you almost all the way off his cock before slamming you back down. His grip on your thighs were so tight you knew damn well there would be bruises all over it.

"I think we've disturbed them about five hours ago when we started." Leon chuckled from behind you. You felt his scruff against your neck as he left little pecks and hickies all across you.

"They're so not g-gonna let me resign this lease." You complained, knowing your neighbors would no doubt be complaining about this noise disturbance.

"It's fine, you can move in with either of us. We won't care." Raihan said as he began pumping your cock. You bit your lip as you tried not to voice your opinion on that. As much as you'd love to, the thoughts of the tabloids finding out as terrifying.

You watched as Raihan went over to the nightstand and grabbed a bullet vibrator he had used on you earlier. You swallowed a lump in your throat at the thought of that on your already overstimulated cock.

Raihan walked back over and sat closer, almost on Leon's legs. His cock tapped against your own as he switched the vibrator to life. It was at a fairly calm setting as he put it on your two dicks, holding them together as the vibrations cause a broken moan to erupt from your mouth.

"F-fuck it's too much." You cried out as Leon continued his brutal pace. You were shaking at this point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on both yours and Raihan's chest.

"Fuck Lee, you should see their face." Raihan said as he got out his phone and took a photo of you experiencing ecstasy like it was the first time. Your body was twitching against their own as the vibrator almost burned with the sensation. Your cock was softening but the sensations were still going. You heard Leon groan from beneath you, his movements going erratic as he came inside the condom in your ass.

You bit back tears as Raihan finally took away the vibrator and let you calm down for a moment. Both you and Leon took a moment to calm down before Lee was slipping his cock out of your ass. You thought you were done until you saw Raihan's still hard cock. He hadn't cum just yet and smiled.

"As soon as I come we'll be done, okay?" Raihan said and you weakly nodded. You had no idea how much more you could take but god damn you wanted to try.

Leon got up from the bed as Raihan picked you up and all but tossed you over the nightstand. He bent you over and kicked your legs apart so you were presented to him nicely. You could see him grabbing one of the condoms from next to your head as well as the bottle of lube. Thanks to Leon, it wasn't hard for Raihan to slip inside of your warm ass.

Raihan groaned alongside you as he felt your walls fluttering around his length, "Can't believe I let Lee have you first." Raihan said as he began thrusting into you. He grabbed your hair from the back and pulled you back, wanting to see your face. You had to almost roll your eyes all the way back to see him.

Your mouth was hanging open as a chorus of moans broke through the room. Your poor cock was already getting half hard and Raihan's other hand went to the front of you as he began stroking your length in time with his thrusts.

You had no idea how you managed to cum again, splattering the nightstand with what little seed you had left; it had almost been a completely dry orgasm. Raihan hissed at how tight you got as be came as well, riding it out hard and fast. As soon as he came down from his high he rested his head in the crook of your back, catching his breath.

After (No Gender)

"Holy shit." You managed to say as he changed your position so you were being held bridal style.

"You stole the words right out of my mouth." Leon said as he came into the room with some warm towels. He must've taken then time to get ready for clean up. Raihan laid you out on the bed as Leon came over and started wiping you down.

"Think we could do that again sometime?" Raihan asked, sighing as he sat down on the bed next to you.

"Depends...are you guys staying the night to cuddle me?" You asked in all seriousness.

"Fuck you and leave? Who do you take us for. Besides my muscles are crying out." Raihan said, flopping down to lay, "Couldn't get me off this bed even if you tried."

"I don't have plans tomorrow so we can sleep in too. I'm with Raihan I need some rest." Leon said, tossing the towels away and scooping you up and moving you further up on the bed. He laid next to you and Raihan was quick to scoot up and wrap his arms around your waist. Your head was facing Leon's chest and one of his arms was under your head. Both curled into you and you felt their lips on your shoulder blade and cheek.

"Good, because I think we're all sore at this point. Night boys." You murmured, already feeling sleep taking you.

"Night." They both said in unison before you all managed to drift off into a peaceful rest.

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