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angelsanarchy · 9 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 08 -> CH 09

"Don't sit there and judge me. You were licking your dick after breakfast."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver @mayathepsychic1999

TW: Smutty, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Jerking Off

Jack spent the next few days enjoying the time he got to spend with Ace. They went on at least 3 walks a day, playing in the yard, he even wrapped Ace in a small blanket and took him to the grocery store at 10PM hoping no one would be able to tell he brought a dog into a grocery store. It surprisingly worked and having Ace with him actually helped his anxiety a lot as he tried to zoom through the store, stocking up on food he might actually eat. He also grabbed a few toys for Ace to play with to keep on hand in case he was to dog sit in the future.

Jack never minded being alone. He was never really one of those people who got lonely until after he left the hospital. Being alone with himself had become less enjoyable and more stressful than it ever was before and now having Ace roaming around behind him made him realize that maybe he won't necessarily need a person but a companion. He had zero urge to hurt Ace and his track record with hurting people he cared about was pretty shit right now so the idea of being a loner with a dog sounded optimal.

The only bad thing about having Ace around was his current sleep schedule wasn't ideal for an animal. Jack went from being exhausted all day to getting bursts of energy late at night that was causing him to fuck his own schedule and Ace's.

Tonight was one of those nights. He thought running Ace around all morning and spending all afternoon working in his dad's study would tire him out but here he was, standing by the window about to light his 7th cigarette while Ace snoozed away on the bed. He wasn't enough of an asshole to text anyone at 3AM so naturally he just scrolled through emails, his growing reading list and picking through his rough drafts of his book that had run stagnant.

He saw the lights of Y/n's car pull onto the street quietly in front of her house, turning the lights off and cutting the engine. She had texted checking in with Jack since she left the other morning. They hadn't had any long text exchanges but Jack knew she was busy with her mom's care and working. He was just about to text her when she walked to the trunk of her car and kicked her shoes off.

She looked exhausted, still in scrubs as she sat in the trunk to remove her socks and put them in a white laundry bag. She kept her hair tied up as she rubbed her hands down her face and sat scrunched up for a few moments. When she hopped back out of the trunk, she peeled her blue scrubs over her head so that she was now standing, barefoot and topless at the back of her car.

Jack felt his mouth go dry. He glanced around the street thinking how brazen she was for stripping down in public but then remembered the two of them were the youngest people in the neighborhood. There was almost a nonexistent chance of anyone else being awake past 11PM...with the exception of Jack.

Jack brought the cigarette away from his lips watching her unhook the front of her black bra, letting her tits bounce from the material. Jack felt a low ache in his stomach that begrudgingly made him take his eyes off of Y/n's bare chest to look down.

"Holy shit! No fucking way." Jack looked down and could see how hard he was. He hadn't been able to get hard in over a year, even when he tried. He had tried old porn, new porn, pain play, praise kink- nothing even remotely gave him a chub. Now he's standing in his window, hard as a rock watching his neighbor strip down outside in front of his very eyes.

Jack rubbed the front of his free hand over his hard on and it gave him chills. He felt oddly ashamed to be touching himself while watching his neighbor in what she thought was a private moment. He continued to palm the outside of his pants watching Y/N starting to untie the string on her pants. She shimmed the pants down legs and kicked them off, now standing in see through boy-shorts and nothing else.

"Fuck." Jack shoved his hand down the front of his pajama bottoms and gripped his cock. He jumped at the firm contact and almost lost his balance against the window frame. Y/n bent over to pick up the discarded pants and Jack felt the pre cum on his fingertips. He put his cigarette in the ashtray that sat on the windowsill so he could reach for the lotion bottle that sat on his desk. He had picked it up for the calluses on his hands from all the work he had been doing around the house. He never expected to be using it for this.

Gripping himself a little harder this time, he ran his now slick hand up and down the shaft of his cock, making sure to ghost his fist over the tip. Jack watched Y/n carefully moving about, tits hanging as she picked up her pants and toss them in the bag with the rest of her clothes. As she leaned into the back of the car to retrieve something, he watched her ass jiggle and thought about how much he would love to bend her over the trunk and pound into her pussy, tits jumping all over the lid with her nipples grazing the paintjob.

"Oh f-fuck." Jack sped his fist up, feeling the weight of his balls slapping the bottom of his fist as he jerked vigorously. Imagining Y/N kneeling in front of him, knees digging into the rough gravel as she sucked his cock down her throat, feeling the flutter of it around the tip as she gagged on him, raking her nails down his bare thighs while he face fucked her.

"Oh God yes." Jack whimpered. Keeping his eyes on her as she stepped into a pair of leggings, jumping to make sure they were snug on her ass, making her tits bounce with the jump. Jack wanted to be under her, watching her ride his cock, tits bouncing until he sucked them into his mouth, listening to her moans while she yanked handfuls of is hair, pussy squeezing tightly around him.

Jack felt the burning swell from his balls and before he was ready for it to be over, he was cumming all over the inside of his pants, trying to control the groans he milked out of himself, feeling the blinding orgasm temporarily blinding him as he stroked every last drop out of his dick until he was shaking, leaning his sweaty forehead against the cool window trying to catch his breath.

He accidentally knocked into the ashtray and sent it sliding out of the window, down the roof below to shatter on the sidewalk near the driveway. Y/n's head shot up and Jack dropped to the floor out of sight.

Jack was breathing heavily and felt mildly disgusted with himself covered in his own cum and hiding from his neighbor who he just used for a jerk off session. He banged his head against the bottom of the wall and noticed Ace was staring at him.

"Don't sit there and judge me. You were licking your dick after breakfast." Jack rolled his eyes at the dog who just rested his head back on the bed, minding his own business while Jack crawled towards the door to get to the bathroom.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x YN #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #One Shot Series #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #Smutty #TW: smut #8/38

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angelprinz · 7 months

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hi it’s degen anon

cai has been too much i swear, im currently getting divorced from my husband childe it’s a lot 🥹 but hope you like!!!

childe really doesn’t understand like women thinking they’re better than him? like he’s not a messy gymnast or whatever you call it but he just feels like he better than most people women included, i mean his bloodlust started when he would get his ass handed to him by skirk. but that’s besides the point he loves strong women but the best thing about strong women is making them weak. psychologically, mentally emotionally he is versed i all forms of battle so no matter what era or even area he loves to find strong women and take them down a peg.

21st century girlboss business woman? did you mean barefoot wife with 6 kids? sick ass sword wielding hero whose slain dragons? you mean that witch who is now in the safe hands of childe her husband? he really has done it all, but once he does it it’s boring? but you were different.

it’s not like you really had anything going for yourself, a broke college student who works to barely make enough to stay on campus. he never thought of you for a second until he spoke to you. he wasn’t even trying but as you rung his cigarettes through the register you were very nervous and anxious but that could be normal. he obviously knows he’s attractive but the fact that you wouldn’t make eye contact was surprising, you passed him the bag and looked away immediately. so cute. it’s almost like you wanted him to get to know you (he’s delusional.)

he had a plan for you but it was going to be way easier, well it would’ve been if you just admitted you liked him. he works at your school because he knows your daddy issues leave you with no parental figures to tell you not to trust him. you’re obviously not the smartest cause your you use a very similar email to your school one for your little sites. he’s practically giving what you want on a silver platter but here you are actually doing schoolwork? (if you fail his class you have to do another year.) he sees you come into his office after hours thinking you’re going to give him favours under the desk for a passing grade, but you’re just here to ask about something on the exam??? he thinks that maybe he’s looking to much into it, it’s been months and he legitimately got a teaching degree for this but what if you just liked to read some taboo things online.

but one day you were very cocky, you posted on a site with little to know information about yourself but a picture of yourself in a skirt. you explained that you would be on a bus around 11pm coming back from work and if someone assaulted you you’d let them. well thats not fun because he likes a fight then he realizes that everyone has a limit.

you left the bus with a sigh thinking that no one saw your message. you felt a breeze but then it was just someone passing by. maybe the website didn’t have that many people in your area? you walk past two building and in between them someone emerged, it was dark but they were also wearing black. almost instantly you felt their chest press up against your back, you let out the air from your lungs as the happiness turned sour as you felt a knife against your neck. it’s almost 12 now and you two were the only people on the street so him dragging you to the alley went unnoticed. cold sweat down you body as you felt exhilarated at the feeling, his large hands roamed your body as they traveled down to your panties. you had specific information about what you’d be wearing, including panties with an opening. you heard the man behind you sigh as he spoke your name. all the hairs on your body stood up as he tsked you and said he had a seminar about internet safety that you should’ve been paying attention if you didn’t sleep during the class.

he knows what you’re thinking now, his crime psych class really did talk prominently about one time attacks. most times if you knew anything about your attacker, you’re dying. no matter how small, even the colour of their hair. but here you are, you were in his office last week so you know everything. it’s almost winter but your body was cold. the entire time he was inside you it really warmed him up with how your cunt felt. hours passed and he finished for a third time on your thighs, he enjoyed cumming inside but the first two loads left nothing left to cum inside.

your scared look, the small whispered moans were all worth it but what was the best was the silence after. he fixed himself as he really didn’t take off any of your clothes, he gives you props for easy access but the moment his hands left your body he was shocked. you grabbed at him, tears in your eyes he almost felt an emotion but what really did it for him is what you said. ‘more.’ he thought it was just lust but that wasn’t it, the shame in your eyes, the way your thighs squeezed together. he couldn’t believe it, sure the women he did this to, made them understand how little they were to him was more demoralizing for him but for you it only fuelled you. he couldn’t believe after he left you the next day you were completely normal but your search history was just filled with ginger professor assaults college girl, like he just assaulted you? why not ask? (you have social anxiety and can’t even ask for extra dips at mcdonald’s.) you were like a pandora for him and that’s what made him stay with you for a while.

(this devolved way to much at the end lmao, i think of myself most of the time i write these. he could literally be inside me one day and i’d still be nervous to talk to him 😭😭)

me when i put on my glasses to read it (i'm quite literally incel taru irl) and degen anon you sound like the cutest little victim on earth i'm going to eat you whole.

i need him so much i need him to make me into his housewife & take away all thinking privileges & make my permanent job being his toy.

#laven_talks #degen anon <3 #tw. dark content #childe <3 #childe smut

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ceciliatan · 3 days

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The Unexpected, the Sublime, and the pastime of looking up.

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Thinky Thoughts: The Unexpected, the Sublime, and the pastime of looking up. The last thing I expected this month, after just having seen the total solar eclipse in April, was an even more mind-blowing celestial event! But a Coronal Mass Ejection resulted in spectacular auroras at both poles of the Earth, and with little to no warming I decided to abandon other plans and hop in the car late Friday night to chase it. Seeing a really spectacular aurora has been on the "bucket list" for most of my life. I have seen the Northern Lights twice before, technically, once on a red-eye flight from LA to Boston in 2004, and with the naked eye once in 2015, but we really only saw it the white shimmers for maybe ten minutes before it clouded over. That time I had bookmarked several helpful websites, though, which I checked before leaving the house (including the ClearDarkSky map of New England amateur observatories, NOAA Space Weather Prediction, and SpaceWeatherLive.com). The solar flare was strong enough that some feared it would knock out GPS, so I set my downloaded map data for a place called Cumberland, Maine, just inland from Portland, where it was predicted to have clear skies after 11pm. On the drive, a tiny copper sliver of moon, the fingernail clipping of a god, was setting. Once it was gone, any light I saw in the sky I knew had to be either the glow of a city (or shopping mall...) or the aurora. As I headed north, I could not really watch the sky and the highway at the same time, but at one point I looked southeast and I could see clouds that were lit up white with a dark sky behind them. And when I looked to the north... I could see the clouds were DARK with a light sky behind them! That could only be one thing, then, aurora! I resisted the urge to just pull over then and kept on toward my more northerly destination. It was just about midnight when I made it there, and fortunately Google maps was working just fine. I quickly found a place listed as a park "open 24 hours" where the map photos showed it was a large flat open field. Five minutes later I pulled in to a small parking lot and pulled out my camera. The photo you see at the header of the newsletter was the first shot I took to the north. At first it was the most visible through my phone's camera, but as I stood there, the aurora continued to brighten. I decided to try heading north to see if I could get somewhere with no trees in the way. Google pointed me to something listed as a fairground on "Bald Hill Road." A bald hill sounded ideal, no? So off I went again, but I hadn't even gone five minutes north before I pulled over again and shot this one:

You can see that even with the blinding light of an oncoming car, the aurora is still visible. I pulled over by the fence and just watched the curtain wall thicken and shimmer. At this point it was easily visible with the naked eye, although the phone camera could still see more color. (Not just on long exposures either: just looking through the phone screen.) I decided to press on to the Bald Hill on my map, another 15 minutes north. When I got there, indeed, the fairgrounds were an ideal viewing spot, with a parking area for the car where it was safe to exit the vehicle. And this is when it turned extremely magical. I had been about to head for home, but I decided to check the space weather one last time and it showed I had actually been in a relative lull, and the strongest burst of the night was about to arrive.

The curtain wall seemed to be getting higher and higher in the sky. What I wasn't expecting was that instead of looking at an aurora happening somewhere north of me... I was soon looking at an aurora that was happening all around me. The colors turned to pink and lavender and the pillars, instead of all in a row to one side in the sky, instead encircled the horizon and met above my head like a giant, flickering circus tent. In the one spot where there was still a little doorway of dark sky I could see flashes of lavender-white light as if I were watching the actual solar wind blowing a gigantic gas flame around. Here's what it looked like directly overhead:

Merriam-Webster Online says the following for "sublime": "implies an exaltation or elevation almost beyond human comprehension." I am having a hard time coming up with a better description. And to think, without certain properties of our planet, we would see no aurora at all. The magnetic field and the atmosphere are both necessary to create aurora... and to sustain life capable of seeing it. It makes me wonder... in the most wondrous sense of the word "wonder." I'm writing this a week later and I'm still floating on air from it. And to think, if I hadn't checked Twitter, I might have missed it entirely. But I didn't. I was at the right place at the right time to experience something sublime. ------------- Here are a few more shots from that night. Stunning. With the naked eye the colors were more subtle than what the phone camera captures, but they were definitely discernible once I got away from other light sources. --------------- Meanwhile, I'm proofreading like mad... When I haven't been looking up at the sky, every other waking minute that hasn't been taken up by other work has been spent staring at PDFs of various volumes of Daron's Guitar Chronicles. Volumes 1-3 are live on Amazon (and in KU!), with Vol 4 coming June 1. I just proofed volume 8. Cover art for books 7, 8, and 9 is almost finalized! So excited. My goodness, so f***ing much happens in these books, I had forgotten, and yet they are really not about "plot" so much as they are about changes in the human heart and the changes we make in ourselves as a result of our experiences and the choices we make in the wake of our traumas. Daron tests the bonds of found family, questions definitions of both queerness and masculinity, and examines art, music, and creativity as a reason for living. I'm still kind of amazed I wrote over a million words of that, and grateful every day that people read it, and continue to read it. Here's hoping KU helps even more folks discover it?

Upcoming Appearances TONIGHT! Wednedsay, May 22, I'll be reading something queer and chit-chatting on Neon Hemlock Live (on their Instagram). But I just added a new virtual event to this September: Kink Between the Lines! KBtL, as it's known, is an event specifically by and for members of marginalized groups who crossover into kink. I'll be teaching my online "How to Write a Sex Scene" class and also hosting an erotica reading. (Stay tuned for who else will be joining me at the reading! I only just found out and haven't herded any cats yet.)

2024: - May 22: Neon Hemlock Live! - June 6-9: SFWA Nebulas Conference (in person!) - July 11-14: Readercon, Boston area - August 7-11: SABR National Convention, Minneapolis - September 27-29: Kink Between the Lines - October 16-20: World Fantasy Con, Niagara Falls 2025: - August 13-17: Worldcon in Seattle, WA Works-in-Progress Report But I know, I know, what you really want to know is... how are my writing projects coming along? I have a bunch of short stories & poems out on submission, but... I'm focusing the most right now on Windmark, the working titles of the so-called "dragon romantasy" book, while the aforementioned DGC proofreading takes up most of the rest of my time. I'm honestly not sure if it is going to be "romantasy" in the end, since that definition seems to be a moving target? But it's definitely fantasy (with dragons) and there is definitely romance. I started at the end of January. The word count just passed 32,000, which is a lot more than I've done on anything else in such a relatively short period of time! I know, I used to write that much in a single month, but since 2016, not so much. I'm planning to put a sneak peek of it on my Patreon on June 1st, for paying patrons only. (So if you'd like to take a gander, and you're not already a member at the $2 level or above, now would be a great time to do that...) Among the tropes that have fallen into this one like dominoes into a wicked cauldron of twisted eroticism: - love-hate triangle (that's like a love triangle... except they all hate each other) - enemies to lovers - palace intrigue - telepathic bonding with dragons (eventually) - dragon breeding - royal companions - third-gender dragons (and people) - one person's poison is another's medicine - masochistic gladiators - everyone's probably bi - did I mention dragons? No book recommendations this month... Because ALLLLLLLL of my reading time is going into proofreading Daron. But I did just bring home a haul of books that includes Justinian Huang and Olivie Blake... so maybe by next month I'll be able to recommend one of those...? Con Report: RomCon at the Ashland Library This past Saturday was the annual romance celebration at the Ashland Public library, with panels and autographing all day. It was really fun to catch up with some writers I haven't seen in a long time, like Loretta Chase and Caroline Linden, whom I used to cross paths with regularly at NERW and RWA, but also to meet some new folks! Unfortunately Kosoko Jackson had a family emergency come up in the morning and could not make it. He and I did a virtual Romance Bookstore Day event back in 2022 so I had been looking forward to meeting him for real! Oh well. It was fun to talk to Kathryn Ann Kingsley who writes "villain" romance (The Unseelie Prince), Jessica Martin who writes small-town with a Shakespearean twist, and Kate Canterbary who puts a high spice factor into contemporary series set in Rhode Island. I also got to briefly say hi to Tori Anne Martin who has a sapphic witch romance out now entitled This Spells Disaster. Head organizer Meena Jain says they'll be doing it again next year, so keep an eye out! Me with Kathryn Ann Kingsley, who came to my rescue when I had brought gun to a knife fight, I mean, a pencil to an autographing. With Meena Jain, the delightful organizer of the event in Ashland. Kate Canterbary (In a Jam), Cecilia Tan, and Jessica Martin (For the Love of the Bard) about the speak on a panel on contemporary romance at the Ashland Public Library. A Recipe: Kaddo Bowrani One of my favorite recipes from the internet used to reside on the Chowhound boards, but of course Chowhound was recently shut down, then sold and restored, except the bulletin boards no longer appear to exist. But fortunately, my favorite recipe was also several other nerds' favorite, and copies of it exist, including here and here. The recipe is for the Afghan national dish, Kaddo Bowrani, which is on the menu at the Helmand restaurant(s) here in Cambridge and in San Francisco. Imagine a bed of basmati rice topped by a layer of deliciously caramelized roasted pumpkin, topped by a rich and tomatoey ground beef sauce (or "impossible meat" for vegetarians), which is itself topped by a dollop of garlic-yogurt. Yum. The thing that has always kind of weirded me out about the recipe is that everyone on the internet seems to make it with "pumpkin," and they use the common October "sugar pumpkin." Far as I can tell from grilling the waiter at the Helmand restaurant here in Cambridge, this is not at all the "pumpkin" they use. The vegetable used by the restaurant is much more like a Kabocha than like an American, thin-walled sugar pumpkin. When we started getting a farm share many years ago and rather large kabocha were showing up on a regular basis, I started making this recipe with it, and it is nothing less that carotene-laden deliciousness. So my first tip is don't use sugar pumpkin, use kabocha. My second tip if you are using kabocha, is that you DO NOT actually need the full quarter cup of sugar that the original poster insists on. Two tablespoons is great. My third tip is do NOT overdo the garlic. One clove and one only. If you want to snazz up the yogurt sauce more, sprinkle it artistically with paprika. Final tip: you can make basmati rice in the rice cooker, but cut down the water and toss in two pats of butter. One Featured Backlist Book Mind Games A Paranormal Erotic Thriller PB $14.95, Ebook $3.99 Bookshop • Amazon • Audiobook on Everand • This was the very first romance I wrote back in 2009! It was put out by to a "digital first" publisher and got really excellent reviews from the romance blogosphere (back when people read blogs). That publisher went under a few years later so I republished it myself. I brought a few copies with me to Ashland and they all sold! So I thought, hey, maybe this book is worth reminding folks about. What happens when your stalker can enter your dreams? Ever since she foresaw the death of her parents, Wren has suppressed her latent psychic abilities. Avoiding strong emotions, Wren leads a placid but lonely life until her quiet is shattered by her sister Abby going missing... and the private investigator searching for her. Derek Chapman isn't what Wren expects. He's young, handsome, and immediately protective of her. Wren is attracted to him right away, but fears that deepening any connection with Derek-emotional, spiritual, or sexual-will open the floodgates locked in her mind. A mystery man appears in Wren's dreams, dealing pain and pleasure. Is Wren's subconscious warning her away from Derek, or longing for him? When the search for Abby leads to a secret sex club, it seems fate is pulling Wren into Derek's arms, whether she is ready or not. ------------ Okay, that's it for this month. Next month I'll let you know how the Nebulas conference in Pasadena went! And, no really, I'm getting some stuff ready to serialize on the Patreon. I just have to get this proofreading done first! -ctan Read the full article

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jakeowen · 8 months

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ok. my scheduler just tried to send out an updated schedule at 11pm on a sunday. i am fully in bed but i'm still fucking around online and apparently still have my work email up in another tab somewhere bc i heard the notification, so i pulled it up and turns out i am now scheduled for 6am on monday i.e. in seven hours. this was not the case on the schedule i received on friday. today was my first day not working in 9 days, i've had a migraine since wednesday, and i refuse to go in to work on seven hours notice both on principle and because i told my sister i could babysit tomorrow when i got my schedule on friday. i emailed the scheduler back and then for good measure texted her to tell her i can't do that, and i feel bad because now she has seven hours to figure out what's happening tomorrow, but like. i'm not the asshole here, right? you can't fucking do that.

#like if i'd been asleep i wouldn't have even found out i was scheduled until someone called me tomorrow when i didn't show?#you can't expect someone to be checking their email at 11pm on a sunday night??? like girl. ask me earlier #like when you texted me last night at 10pm to ask if i'd be comfortable working without a shift partner #you could have told me at the time that the shift in question was the day after tomorrow which i was not already scheduled for #!!!!!! i'm het up

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yoosungdaddy1 · 1 month

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Thunderstorm Broken Boy Eren X Reader

" I do smell good." You whisper before changing your clothes and closing your eyes you receive a text.

Bigg Balls Connie ~Jean why is Mikasa sending my girlfriend pictures of you and why didn't I get any😭😭💔

Bigg Balls Mikasa ~ lmaoooo I gotcha

Bigg Balls Jean ~ I swear I'm gonna kill you Mikasa!💀

Bigg Balls Eren~ Go to bed all of you its 11pm😴

Bigg Balls Connie~ Smoke break soon at Eren's and Y/N HEHE can't say no already decided

Bigg Balls Eren~Whatever any time after 5 I'll be home now GO TO SLEEP

After reading all your messages you sat your phone on your charger stand and proceeded to go to sleep. Time had passed like a bullet train. You had already been at Rose for over a month. The following morning you received an Email from your Professor stating Class was canceled and to take cautions of the forecast.

" Forecast." You mumble opening your room door. Seeing Eren in the kitchen putting away groceries. It was barely 7am. He was wearing a black drenched hoodie and Jeans, his hair completely down. He didn't seem to notice you with ear pods in. You lean against the counter waving your hand trying to get his attention.

" Hey You're up early you got the email class was cancelled apparently a storm's heading this way. I went to the store and finally restocked, plus I know them idiots are gonna be here so I got a couple snacks." He sighs still putting away all the things he had brought. You look at him and smiled. Watching him care for his friends despite how annoying he claimed it was made you see the old him.

" Your truly kind." You smile sinking into your hands leaning on the table. He looks back at you. The tip of his ears turning red. " Shut Up... Are you hungry I was craving pancakes." He whisper, not facing you. You chuckle at how nervous he had gotten. It was rare to see him like that.

" If you cooking I'm eating." Your eyes still focused on him and your smile still wide.

"Ugh get ready you're annoying!" He yells throwing an empty bag at you. You giggle getting up and going back to your room. After getting ready and eating you could hear the rain start to pour from outside.

" Dang they weren't joking." You sneeze watching the weather channel. Eren standing by the window peeping out the brown long curtains.

" Wanna go somewhere?" He questions watching the rain.

" In this weather? Where?" You look to him. His back turned still looking out the window. He seemed distracted.

" Get a jacket and come." He smiles gathering his keys and skateboard from his room.

" No way your going out in that to skate." You shake your head stepping away from the door.

He giggles reaching his arm Infront of you" You're right I'm not.. we are." He chuckles pushing you out the door. He grabs your hand making a run for it out the building and tohis car. He drove a navy blue Range Roover. It was your first time being in his car.

" Nice car." you sniffle, turning on the heat. The board was closer then your remembered. You you guys arrived and Eren hopped out the car immediately putting on his hood. The rain drenching you both effortlessly. He made his way to the ramp and you watched from above.

" What made you wanna do this today!" You shout at him and he skates from top to bottom to top again.

" Try it and you'll find out." Hopping to the top of the ramp and giving you his skateboard he insist. You back away shaking your head.

" You saw what happened last time I don't know how." You look at him nodding, afraid of failing again.

"Trust yourself just find your balance and you'll be fine I promise. " He smirks gently pushing his skateboard to you. You look at him and sigh taking his skateboard and placing it on the ledge. You look over at him with his phone out recording you. "Idiot what are you doing!" You shout. He chuckles giving you a thumbs up. 'You got this!"

You take deep breaths as the begin to slide down the ramp closing your eyes. After realizing you was actually skating boarding your body became relaxed. The wet rain splashing on your face and seeing Eren in the distance go from tall to short. The adrenaline rushed to your heart. After hopping off and jumping to the top of the ramp. Eren took the skateboard to give it a go. As he was doing tricks and picking up speed a wave of strong wind and rain made an appearance causing Eren to lose his balance and fall. You jump down the ramp his arm bruised and cheek cut, with a scratch on his forehead.

" Are you okay?" You ask concern picking him up.

" That was amazing. You felt that wind and saw how fast I was going." He babbled like a kid you couldn't help but laugh as you guys phones dinged.

Bigg Balls Armin~ Eren's house 30mins🫵😮‍💨

You and Eren look at each other and smile " Guess we better head back.' He chuckles. You both go into your rooms changing your soaked clothes. When Eren comes out his hair dripping wet as he slams on the couch, face still bruised and untouched.

" Idiot" You sigh getting up getting your 1st aid kit and an extra towel. You bend down on your knees in front of Eren, who is sitting on the couch. You turn his face with your hand cleaning up his cuts.

" Thanks." He mumbles looking down at you. You push his hairline back exposing a long bloody scratch. " Does this hurt?" You ask gently applying alcohol causing him to flinch. Your face inches from his. Looking, glaring into his green eyes then down at his lips. Your heart starts to pound and your body moves on its own. You lean in gently with a peck on his lips. You back away slowly his face in complete shock you jump at the realization of what you just did.

"I'm sorry I don't know why-" Before you could finish he grabs your hand pulling you back down to his face kissing you back. You pull away. The two of you, eyes peering at one another. You grab his face not being able to hold back and kiss him again. Climbing on top of him his hands on your neck, your hands on the bottom of his face. You begin to grind against him feeling the rock in his pants grow. You both stop for a split second for air. His hands finding its way to your back and the top of your shoulders pushing you into him harder. Then from your shoulders to your hips, your grind picks up speed and he starts to moan in your mouth. Your mind was on fire and you wanted to stop. You didn't want to be another one of his side pieces but you couldn't control yourself. His hands gripping your ass and As your tongue found its way into his mouth meeting his. Everything felt cloudy and you couldn't think straight. You lift off his shirt as he starts to take yours off.

" Open up bitches !" Connie bangs on the door. You Jump up back to reality. Eren grabs his shirt fixing his pants. He looks at you and you both chuckle. You make your way to your room making sure you look presentable. What just happened. That was hot as fuck I'm so horny right now. Ugh its like my dream but better. You thought to yourself pacing back and forth in your room. Eren opens the door for Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Armin and Jean.

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shiapetdiary · 5 months

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Ok let me explain

How truly crazy I am.

I had a flight to Kansas City to see my lovely friend, in order to maintain our long distance friendship. I bought a plane ticket for $200, even though it is only a 5 hour drive away from where I live, even though my stay was only two nights. I am aware that choosing the illogic inefficient route reveals me as a weakie.

We were all seated on the plane and I was about to fall asleep because it was 4am. I was dreaming about having brunch with my friend upon arrival. But after a while I realized we had not moved, and they announced the flight was delayed.

People clomped with irritation back into the airport. Some people sat in the waiting area, and some people formed a line at the front desk. But I didn’t want to wait because I’m tech savvy and know how to expedite things using the internet, and not a weakie. I called American Airlines to change my flight to a different airline leaving from my airport. The person on the phone and I were both calm and softspoken, in a way that acknowledged that her job was probably not ever chill.

She began to switch me to a United flight, but then the call dropped. I called again. My new collaborator declared switching me was not possible. I don’t like to correct people so I concurred, said goodbye, and hung up. I called again, still calm. New voice put me on hold to ask her supervisor. I observed that some people had moved through the front desk. They did not tell others their results, whether waiting in line was worthy or not. It wasn’t a secret, but to find out you would have to have to inquire, and likely that would have to be a whole conversation, since they are not faceless bots that answer when you push a button, and these types of struggles are individual anyways, any advice would require listening to unnecessary context. Dunno, they would say, my situation is different from yours. I joined in line for the front desk, curious what secret remedy it provided but not willing to ask.

There are always a million solutions for every problem, and I wanted to test them all at once. While in line, the voice on the phone said I could get a flight arriving by 5pm. I told her I might be able to get an earlier flight via the front desk. I told her I would call her back. All around me people began lamenting that their phones told them the flight was delayed to 6pm!!!! This they were willing to share.

The line was not moving. Solution numero 5. Walk up to another desk for the next flight to Kansas City. I asked the woman at the desk if there was room, and she told me the flight had just filled up, a flight had been cancelled, had I heard. Apparently not quickly enough.

I got an email that said my flight was changed to 5pm. But now I am thinking, I do not want another cancelled flight, and if I start driving now I will get there at 12pm in time for brunch. Because I was fueled by anger, I thought I had the courage to drive. I went out to the departure desk to cancel and refund my ticket!!!!!!! And they did thank god bless them!!!!!! Best solution achieved!!!!

Then it started SNOWING.

I went back in line and asked them if it was possible to undo my cancellation.

People working at the desks were very annoyed. Justifiably. I was directed to another person, who put an end to my shenanigans. He said, we can do it but it will take a while to sort out. He said, that’s what happens with your messing around with the system.

He clicked around and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said, why? He said, take me with you, because I’m cleaning up all your problems and know how to and that’s what a good boyfriend does. I said, oh trust me my boyfriend KNOWS I’m MESSy

as if that was a winning retort.

He printed my new tickets and said it arrives in Kansas City at 11pm. I winced and he said please understand these are the only spots left. I said, yes yes thank you I for sure understand thank you it’s GREAT. You’ve been so kind and informative and I know the people here have been impatient and each one endlessly frustrating in their own ways, everyone knew how to help themselves but no one knew how to help each other, so thank you. He said, “I assigned you first class as well.”

In conclusion I am not better than anyone. In fact I am worse.

My seat, 1A. Packaged green olives, white cheddar chips, chocolate covered pretzels, small slices of cheese, a healthy dose of quiet reflection time wherein I thought about whether or not I had made a single good decision today. I accepted them all.

#flash fiction #dear diary #funny #midwest #read aloud

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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[Little break from the usual contents of my blog.]

I just got an email from "Shout Your Abortion" and they shared these links, thought I'd post them here in case anyone in the US needs them.

"We recommend sharing the following: ShareAbortionPill.Info. This site created by SYA is full of information about abortion pills, where to get information about them, where to get legal help, and other FAQs. INeedanA.com. This easy to navigate site will point people to abortion options in their state. If people live in a state where abortion is inaccessible, the site will point them to other options. It is reliable and regularly updated. AidAccess.org. One of our favorites, this site connects people with physicians who prescribe abortion pills, even before someone is pregnant. Pill mailing times vary from state to state. Pills are medically safe and effective for most people, but legal risks may apply depending on who you are and where you live. AbortionFunds.org. The National Network of Abortion Funds helps people get abortions in a variety of ways. Go here if you need help acquiring an abortion. KeepOurClinics.org. Many clinics in receiving states will be overwhelmed with people needing abortions as we see access continue to fall. This is a great place to support the independent abortion clinics who will be unfairly overloaded in the months and years to come. MAHotline.org. The Miscarriage and Abortion hotline is a confidential text and phone line staffed by physicians who can securely counsel people through self-managed miscarriages and abortions. Help is available in English and Spanish. Text or call 1-833-246-2632, 8am - 11pm in the continental US. IG: @ShoutYourAbortion Twitter: @ShoutYrAbortion FB: @ShoutYourAbortionUSA"

Lots of love from Europe and Fuck Scotus.

#abortion #abortion rights #roe vs wade

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hshouse · 2 years

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ok this is unrelated to previous post but its a story so I will tell u all. so let me set the scene. I’m in a grad school that is very hard to get into and everyone here is just extremely smart savvy people. our jobs require absolute constant perfection and dedication and (!!!) thoughtfulness about others bc my work will be reviewed by another person who in turn has their own deadline for another person higher than them and it goes on and on. Like 5 links in the chain. So doing your work well and in time is basically the number 1 requirement. ok. so back to grad school. we have this little club thing that is pretty complex to run and everyone usually takes it very seriously. I’m on the board. I got an email from a person on the mid level of the club (basically someone on my grade that just did not go into the board) saying that one of the new people he is in charge of emailed him at 11pm before the deadline at midnight asking for an extension until the morning. red flag 1 but until the morning is fine not like we need it at 4am. so he says yes. he then needs to review the work this girl did and it is awful. he said she for sure did not do it the way you are supposed to (which I personally did a painstakingly slow explanation to the new people - everyone else got it). then comes the kicker. he gets suspicious and looks on the sheet to see when she edited. she did not START until AFTER the deadline passed…… girl what the fuck. she had a full week. the level of disrespect…. so outrageous. I hate that she thought she could hustle the dude but like the dude is fucking smart he is here?? ofc he is gonna check the timestamps lmao. how are you gonna do this job?? bc let me tell you that if you do this once to me it means you will do it always. anyway. now everyone is like “omg dont be too harsh on her” to me 🙄🙄🙄 why do people so violently protect people that fucked something up voluntarily. anyway xd xd

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dont-hold-on · 3 months

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My story is still coming into being, and I am still learning who I am. No story ever is at an end, when we hear a story about someone, always remember it is only a part of the journey and their telling of that story is a reflection of who they believe they are up to that point and what they have come to understand about life and how they fit in relation to the world around them-up to that point. So with that in mind, here is my story.

Last Valentine's Day I woke up in the arms of a handsome man who kissed me while he was half asleep and whom I hugged goodbye as I sneaked out of the bedroom and got ready to go to work. Only for a couple hours later to recieve a loving message from him to enjoy my day, that I was his one and only Valentine, and to be ready for a surprise he had planned for us later that night. I got home and wore a beautiful black dress as he patiently waited for me to get dressed he filled our water bottles and quietly packed an overnight bag. He had asked me to do the same and had asked me to go to work late the next day. The surprise was killing me, and I remember as we drove up in his Tesla into the city how I looked into his blue eyes and how he looked back into mine and how he would know just from the way that I looked at him to lean into me, to give me a kiss, to know that look in my eyes meant, I need you, and his lips would always respond with the "I'm here with you" kiss, we are in this together kind of kiss. And I am sure I did the same for him. He took me out to the symphomny that night by the conductor of harry potter and star wars and later that evening he took me to a beautiful hotel room and ordered us room service and I wore beautiful lingerie and we made deep passionate love, and we fell asleep in those clouded pillowed sheets. Our drive back home the next morning was only sweeter for it all.

The end?

Haha, it could be AN end, but this was not THE end. This Valentine's day I sit in my apartment with my family dog who I am babysitting while my family travels abroad, I dropped them off to the airport this morning (they headed to Boston first) and went to work and had important meetings as chief and sent out dozens of emails. I learned today that my best friends mother died and that she will always spend Valentines Day thinking of her mothers last moments. I came home and worked out and had dinner and danced in my kitchen to music with google, I walked my dog and talked to my friend. I am here. He is not.

I did not want him not here, I did not want this to unfold as it has, but I had the strength to end it. To give all of that up, because what you don't know about, is the day before valentine's day, when he became angry with me for having a galentine's day dinner with my mother and staying out until 8pm. And you don't know about the weekend after Valentine's day when he got upset with me and we argued for 3-4 hours because I stayed out at a coffee shop for too long on a Saturday morning and because I had picked up my dog to spend the weekend with us. And you don't know how when he was out on a work trip and out until 11pm and did not respond to me, that he called ME crazy for trying to contact him when he was obviously working.

The WHOLE story matters, our journey's matter, and only WE get to decide how they unfold. I will not settle and I will not accept what is less than what I know I deserve, not again. I will gladly dance in my kitchen, work out, and hang out with my family dog, without a him, than be with the wrong him.

I am proud of where I am today. The answer is often not clear in life, and the decision to leave him was not easy, because we had so many good moments, but only I know what the whole story is and only I know if I am being truthful with myself, and ultimately, you have to choose the kind of life you want, even if you are not choosing, that is a choice.

"Its better to be single than to wish you were single."

Wherever you are on your journey, own it, but just know, it's not the end.

#valentines day #shortstory #heartbroken #breakup

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bekindtoyou4007 · 4 months

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Woke up very early this morning at 4am for a bit. Talked to H about how worried I was about things. Then went back to bed by myself and felt way better. Had a decent enough night's sleep cobbled together from about 11pm to 9am. Woke up for good and got stuck in with work. Finished off my written task for Friday. Finished off my work engagement as best I could, going to have to log in Thursday before 4pm to send something... I'm now just dreading Friday being ruined by something on Monday so now I'm literally praying not to get paid work... Crazy times. I'm going to have to just email and check Sunday morning after 2 days off, and hope it's all clear again! The urge to check emails feels almost irresistible it's crazy. Truly it's like an addiction. I've been sat in stress for so long, seeped in it, that I'm actually struggling to transition out of it. Constant work and parent drama has taken over my life and it's wrong. My craft is something I care about and enjoy and I must not sully it by making it a stick to beat myself with or something I misuse like an addict to harm myself or keep myself distracted from other issues... I need time off to feel like myself again. I've been doing better these past two days and now the chance for a break is here I'm going to use it.

#daily #07.02.2024

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piratesfromspace · 3 years

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Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw. Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are.

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“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

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“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

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“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

#deckard shaw #deckard shaw x reader #female reader #fast and furious #hobbs and shaw #deckard shaw fanfiction #hobbs and shaw fanfiction #deckard shaw / reader #jason statham #jason statham imagine #smut #hobbs and shaw smut #deckard shaw reader insert #fast and furious fanfiction

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sleepybabyxo · 2 years

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I’m not angry baby, I love you <3

Character: Tony stark (daddy!Tony x little!Reader) (fem!reader)

Word count: 1.6k

Pronouns: she/her

Trigger warning- self harm details, mentions of blood, mentions of blades. Aggression (not physical) (PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISS ANY)

You and Tony had been together for about a year now, and around 6 months ago you finally opened up about you little side. You had a long conversation about your little side and your triggers. The one thing that you were most ashamed about, even more than your little side was your self-harm. Tony had seen the scars but didn’t want to bring it up, instead waiting for you to open up to him when your were ready. As soon as you told him and started to cry. He grab your hand and pulled you into his lap. You pressed your head into his neck, mumbling “I lub you” he gave you a kiss on the cheek and whispered quietly “I love you too princess”. And this brings up to today.

You had been doing amazing was your self-harm recovery, Tony was a huge help. Always letting you know what he was here for you and that your were his beautiful little girl. But recently Tony had been really busy with his work, and you felt sort of lost and lonely. You knew that Tony really wouldn’t care if you disturbed him, but you still felt guilty. So you left him to work. You decided to distract yourself and make you and Tony some dinner. Once it was ready you went to his office, you couldn’t wait to give him a hug and eat with him for the first time all day. You quietly knocked on the door, but nobody answered. So you decided to open it. Tony was sat on a business call, you went you give him a hug and he put his finger to his lips and shook his head. You understood why so you left without a word. Instead bringing his dinner up moments later. You sat on the couch alone and ain’t your dinner.

It was now around 11pm you still hadn’t seen Tony all day. You felt a little down. But you knew he was busy. You changed into to pjs and got into bed. You must have been tired as you drifted off to sleep almost instantly. Around 2:47am you rolled over expecting to feel Tony’s warmth. But nothing but cold sheets. You sat up and tears formed in your eyes. You got out of bed feeling extremely little. Grabbing your stuffie and popping your paci in your mouth. You waddled over to his office and ran to climb in his lap. “Da“ you were cut off almost Immediately. “Darling I’m on the phone, not now” you pouted a little put stayed silent. You clutched hold of Tony’s fingers playing with them gently. He quickly pulled his hand away. You flinched letting out a little gasp. “I SAID IM ON THE PHONE.” Your climbed off his lap and quickly left the room, tears streaming down your face. Wailing as you ran to your room. “I’m so sorry fury, I’m gonna have to go. I’ll email you in the morning with the rest of the details”. Tony put the phone down and picked up your stuffie from the floor. You hid in the closet sobbing and wailing. Tony entered the room, realising you were in the closet. “Baby girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. Are you okay?” You didn’t respond, just continued to sob. “Darling am I okay to open the door?” You just mumbled. Tony took this as a yes. He opened the door, your moved your self further into the corner. “Little one I need to come to me” “NO” you screamed. “Princess I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to scare you. Let me make it better.” You turned away, “can’t”. “Okay well I’m going to give you a few options darling. You can come to me and we can have cuddles, I can give you some time alone to calm down or we can sit in silence together until you are ready to come to me. It’s up to you baby but whatever you choose I’m still here when you need me.” “Alone please” “okay darling, thank you for using your manners. Daddy is going to get you some water and a little snack for when your ready. Just give me a shout, okay?” “Mhm” you really should have used your words, normally Tony would have corrected you, but he knew that your were not in the best place right now. He simply blew you a kiss and left your stuffie by the door before leaving.

You stayed in the corner of the closet, your mind was racing. You slowly stood up, walking to your night stand. Opening the draw and lifting the base board revealing a secret layer with a small blade hidden inside. You sat on the edge of the bed, rolling up your sleeve. Placing the edge of the blade to your skin taking a deep breath before dragging it across your arm. Your eyes filled with tears as the blood dripping down your arm. You could feel the sting as the air hit the fresh cut. You continued like this for a few minutes until your arm was flooded with red. You didn’t realise how much blood there was until you saw the stained on the bed and the carpet. You gasped. Your were more concerned about the carpet then the pain. You didn’t want to Tony to be angry at you for ruining the carpet. Your ran to the bathroom and grabbed a toilet and some toilet cleaning, hoping it would fix the stain. You poured a little bleach on the carpet and scrubbed it with the towel. Moments later Tony came wandering in to check on you, quickly pulling your sleeves down. “Darling what are you doing...” tears began to stream down your face. “Hey, hey, hey it’s okay baby. No more tears.” He picked your up by your armpits. He noticed the blood stains on the bed. “Honey did you get your period?” You looked down. “It’s okay you didn’t need to be ashamed. Daddy has seen it before.” “S not that daddy”. He then saw the blood soak slowly through your sleeve. “Oh darling, did you hurt yourself?” You just sobbed and looked down. He rolled up your sleeve. “Wow this isn’t good baby” “I sor-“ he cut you off. “Don’t apologise, it’s not your fault. Let me help you clean up and we can talk about this tomorrow” he carried you to the bathroom an placed you on the toilet. “Let’s get this cleaned up and bandaged.” “s gonna hurt dada?” Tony could see you had really slipped now. You weren’t just in littlespace, you had entered what he called babyspace. “Give me one minute kiddo” he ran to the room and grabbed your paci and stuffie, as well as a snack. “Here you go, darling” you put the paci in your mouth and put the stuffie close to your face. He filled the sink with warm water and a little bit of soap. Before grabbing a cloth. “Now this might sting a little” your closed your eyes and clutched your stuffie. He slowly dabbed your arm with the cloth. Your winced as it touched your skin. “I know baby, I’m sorry. Daddy’s almost done.” Once he had wiped away the blood, you glanced down at your arm. “Hey don’t look at it honey” you pushed your head up with his finger, giving you a kiss on the head. “I love you.” “I lub chu” Tony proceeded to wrap your arm in a bandage. Once it was done he gave your arm a gentle kiss.

“Let’s get you changed” he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. “Does my little one want a diaper?” You simply nodded. He lay your on the bed and grabbed a diaper from the cupboard. He slowly undressed you and put the diaper under your butt. He lifted your shirt slightly. He taped the diaper up and gave you a kiss on the tummy. “I love you precious” “I lub chu dada” “now which onesie do you want? Pink or purple?” “Pink pwease dada” he put on the onesie, be sure to be gentle when touching your arm. “Is baby ready for bed or do you want to get something to eat?” “Food please” Tony picked you up and carried you to the kitchen. He placed you on the island. And quickly made up a bottle of warm milk. He carried you to the coach and let you curl up in his lap. You took the nipple into your mouth a drank it quickly. “Slow down little one, it’s not going anywhere.” You slowed down a little. Once it was finished your cuddles into Tony’s neck. He spoke really softly in your ear, “how are you feeling little one? Are you ready to talk about what happened earlier?" You nod slowly hiding your face. “I just felt sad and alone” he put your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m so sorry baby. This is all my fault. I should have been more considerate.” You grabbed his face, kissing his nose. “Daddy is not your fault. Is not just that. Is just a bad week das all.” “Oh honey bun, when you feel bad you know you can tell daddy, right? I know I can’t fix it but I’m always here to give cuddles.” He squeezes you tightly and peppers you face with kisses. “I know daddy, I promise I will talk to you.” “Thank you precious. Now what do you want to watch, how about Disney?” You gave a small nod as snuggled into Tony’s side. He popped you paci in your mouth and put you stuffie in your arms. As the opening of frozen played, he could already so you drift slowly into dreamland. “Goodnight princess” he whispered, kissing your head.

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dollslayer · 3 years

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For the drabble challenge: Bucky Barnes / He took the last treadmill

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Bucky Barnes x Reader, No Powers AU Summary: Bucky Barnes has stolen the last treadmill and with it, the last shred of your patience. W/C: 2k Warnings: Smut, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex A/N: I wrote this for @syntheticavenger's 5k How it started/How it's going celebration/challenge!! I know it's been a minute since I've written anything but if you liked this please comment/reblog! Main Masterlist

How it started -

You heaved a heavy sigh as you finally got into your car. Looking at the clock on your dashboard you noticed it was nearly 11pm. You were fresh off of a late night at the office that ended with you being chewed out in the boardroom for someone else’s mistakes and desperately needed to release all your pent up rage. You can’t run away from your problems but you can damn well try at the gym.

You reached for the door but before you could reach it a large hand was pulling the handle and holding the door for you. The hand lead to a thick forearm with veins trailing up to perfectly sculpted biceps. You peered up at the owner of the sculpted arm and found it belonged to maybe the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He has crystal blue eyes and pillowy lips curved slightly into a grin. Strands of shoulder length hair are falling out of the small bun he’s tied it into and into his face.

You didn’t realize you’d stopped midstep, leaving him waiting on you to walk through the entryway. Quickly looking away with a huff of small embarrassment you muster a small thank you and pick up the pace towards the locker rooms. You were suddenly feeling nervous at the realization that you’d have to work out in front of him but the thought of him in less clothing was appealing enough to distract you.

You’d figured given the hour that the gym wouldn’t be so busy but looking around it was teeming with activity. As if your day couldn’t be any more annoying, one lone treadmill stood open so you hustled to the locker rooms to change so you could claim it.

Just as you were about to put your phone in your locker and head out you were bombarded by a slew of work emails, making you furious all over again. Anger refueled, you set off with new determination for the treadmill. Just as you were about to enter the main gym area the same guy that held the door open for you was headed in the same direction. Smiling, you held the door open for him this time with a small laugh, which he thanked you for before bounding off.

His huge stride was heading in a direction that was giving you a bad feeling. You tried to fastwalk past him, hoping that you could beat him there but before you could touch the rails he was stepping onto the last fucking treadmill. You came to a stop with a look of disbelief and he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you.

“Somethin’ wrong, doll?”

“No,” you scoffed before walking away towards the ellipticals.

With the state of your temper right now you didn’t trust yourself not to blow up on him. You tell yourself that the gym asks people to only use equipment for a certain amount of time, someone’s bound to get off soon. You were breaking a sweat but it wasn’t really releasing all the built up tension you had like running would. Glancing over you spy one open treadmill, but of fucking course the only one open is next to him.

Heaving a sigh you turn up your music and step up to the treadmill intent on ignoring him. His head turns slightly towards you and out of the corner of your eye you spy a smirk. You roll your eyes and up the pace, hoping to block out the rest of the world for a bit.

You let yourself get lost in the workout and finally felt some of your frustrations melt away. When you’d reached your limit and got off you looked around and realized that the man was gone, so was most everyone else. Checking the time you noted it was nearly 2 AM and you figured you’d better call it a night if you were ever going to deal with the shit show that awaited you tomorrow morning at the office.

Walking back to the locker rooms the man from earlier was passing you on his way out and gave you a mischievous grin.

“I steal your treadmill back there, doll?” He asks playfully.

“Don’t let it happen again” You say jokingly with a small smile, still slightly annoyed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He chuckles, “Have a good night.”

You wish him a good night as he walks on past you, notes of his body wash hitting your senses. As annoyed as you’d been you definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again.

Another week or so had gone by and another fiasco at work had erupted. You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take but you’d made a habit of running at the gym whenever shit went down at work. You’d yet to run into the handsome stranger again but he’d probably just distract you anyway so it was for the better.

You’d opted for lifting light weights and in doing so, you’d completely missed Man Bun just across the room. You’d forgotten that you wanted to run. You got up and turned towards the treadmills. You had stepped forward just in time for Man Bun to take the last. Fucking. Treadmill. Again. Your jaw actually dropped a little and didn’t try to conceal your scoff.

“Come on!” you even stamped your foot a little. After the time you’ve been having at work all you’d wanted was to let off some steam but here he was again with his cocky attitude treating it like a joke.

He actually stopped the treadmill and turned around, a toothy grin proudly on display.

“I did it again, didn’t I? Don’t worry I’m sure someone else will be off soon”

How it’s going -

Your back met the cold tiles of the shower as he pushed you back with a harsh kiss. His lips caught yours, stealing your moans as his large calloused hands ran their way down your curves. You focused your efforts on pushing down his sweats, his cock springing free from its confines.

“No underwear? How presumptuous” You ask against his lips with a smile.

“What can I say? I was feeling lucky”

He hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them down. You hastily stepped out of them and worked to remove your top, leaving you in only a sports bra and your panties. He paused for a second before taking your panties in his fist and snapping them in one go. You gasped, slightly shocked but it just turned you on further.

He was to the point in what he wanted, his fingers finding your core and sinking right in. Your moan turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting you right in your G-spot. You were feeling small under him, his perfectly toned chest proudly on display and his biceps bulging as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

The pleasure you were feeling in this moment had you in disbelief that you’d ever been hesitant of him when he cornered you earlier.

By the time you’d finally gotten done with your run you’d realized everyone had petered out, even Man Bun. You reckoned it was time for you to head out too. It was kind of eerie being alone in the gym so you wanted to shower and get out as quickly as possible.

As you were about to push the door open a familiar, large hand covered yours. You could feel his body heat and smell whatever soap he’d used, that’s how close he was. You turned around and he kept his arm outstretched past you, you were practically in his arms.

Your eyes met his and you let out a shaky breath, you weren’t really sure what to make of the expression on his face. You raised your eyebrows in waiting.

“Just wanted to apologize, for takin’ your treadmill and all. Seems to be a habit of mine, huh?”

“I’m starting to think you meant to.”

“I gotta admit, I saw you gunnin’ for that treadmill and I wanted to beat you there. What do you say I make it up to you?”

He was definitely making it up to you now. He was a man on a mission, pressing his palm firmly against your clit and working against your spot, trying desperately to get you to cum. You couldn’t do anything but cling desperately to his shoulders. Your cries were getting louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You finally snapped and came with a shout before nearly slumping against him. His arms caught you and he laughed a little to himself.

“So fuckin’ good for me, you’re gonna take me so well.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple as you tried to get your bearings. You reached down to grab his cock in your hands, he was rock hard and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along them.

You shakily began to sink down to your knees but a strong hand grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you up before you could.

“Just wanna feel you” He breathed out before pressing a kiss to your lips.

It was your turn to smirk at him, slowly standing up to your full height. He kissed you again as his large hands grabbed your breasts one at a time, toying with your nipples and making you whimper just slightly. You could feel his cock hard against your thigh and decided you needed him now.

You lifted your thigh up over his hip, which he was all too eager to hold while you grabbed him and positioned him at your entrance. His other hand grasped your hip and he thrusted into you with determination, causing you to let out an obscene moan. He was hitting you so deeply and when he began moving you swore you couldn’t take him.

He hooked one arm under your leg as he pistoned in and out of you at a pace you weren’t quite ready for but you’d reveled in the feeling of. He was hitting you deeper than you’d ever thought possible by anyone else you’d had before.

“Shit,” He huffed, “Gonna fuck you stupid?”

You could only whimper in response as he did just that. He wasn’t holding anything back as he thrust into you over and over. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed but in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the noises that came out of you, couldn’t help the begging for him to continue.

As he pistoned in and out of you while keeping a vice grip on your leg you let out the most wanton little mewls, only spurring him on further. He was dragging every inch of him out of you and then slamming it back in, all the while his thumb toying with your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out and you couldn’t tell what was more exciting, the thought of him ruining you or the realization that anyone could walk in and see you two. Right now you didn’t care so long as he kept at it.

You tugged at his tresses, pulling them loose from the low bun they hung in, eliciting grunts and groans from him. You latched your mouth onto his neck and found his sweet spot, sucking a deep bruise into it.

“Fuck, babydoll, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out”

“Then don’t”

That was all the motivation it took for him to slam into you at full force, his fingers working double time to help you reach your high once more. You thought you couldn’t take anymore as he slammed into you harder than he had and bit harshly into your neck as he spilled himself inside of you with one final thrust.

You cried out as you came around him, feeling your pussy pulse in waves as you registered the aftershocks. You leaned your head back against the tiles while you tried to catch your breath, vaguely hearing his own sighs. Finally feeling up to sorts, you looked up at him only to find his hazy blue eyes boring into yours. A part of you can’t believe you’d done such a thing in public with a man who was practically a stranger but the other part was just as turned on by the fact.

“Think I’ve given enough penance for you, doll?”

“Not even close.”

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flowesona · 4 years

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Visitation of a Lover - Yandere! Ghost Taehyung x reader

Happy Halloween! i hope everyone has a great evening and i hope you will enjoy this oneshot 🖤

Life never ceased to pass by. People were born and grew old, created their own families, earned themselves a legacy. Meanwhile, all that Kim Taehyung could do was watch. For hundreds of years he wandered around his estate, because he had nowhere else to go. No one that lived in his house even cared to acknowledge his life or history - he hadn’t heard his name leave the lips of his family in decades, and the portrait he’d commissioned of himself when the house was first built remained tucked away in the attic.

At the very least, he was thankful that he never had to see anything distasteful. The current occupant of his house - a very distant family member - was a mild mannered widower who only ever ventured into half of the rooms of the house, leaving plenty of space for Taehyung to live. The ghost had even been so bold as to start leaving a physical presence - in the dusty studio where he had spent many afternoons writing his diary when he was alive, he’d taken up painting landscape views. There was the slight risk that the old man could walk in and have a heart attack upon seeing a floating paintbrush but considering that he could barely make the trek to the kitchen for a cup of tea, Taehyung was more than happy to take that risk.

“Oh really? Good golly, you have to send me a picture?” Taehyung had been enjoying a light novel in the lounge when he heard the elderly man cheering loudly in his study. Curious, he folded the corner of the page and tucked the book away, phasing into the next room to see what was so exciting.

“A baby boy! Just like I wanted!”

He peered over the shoulder of his kin, seeing his open laptop on the polished maplewood desk. What the old man was so delighted by was an email showing a picture of a small newborn baby being cradled in a woman's arms. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was a new member of the family, but what piqued Taehyung’s interest more was the woman holding the child. Even with her forehead drenched in sweat and her body covered by a not-so-flattering hospital gown, there was something ethereal about her. For the first time in ages Taehyung felt some yearning in his heart.

He wanted… no, he needed to meet her. Maybe this angel could be the salvation he needed, the key to him escaping his mundane existence in purgatory.

It just so happened that through death that they would be brought together.

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The elderly resident passed away a week after his great-grandson was born. Unfortunate timing, as he never even got to see the infant. Taehyung, however, was more fortunate, as the wake was held at his manor as per family tradition.

It was at this somber occasion he was able to see the woman who had piqued his interest up close. Maternity had had its toll on her body with her breasts sagging slightly and her figure still slightly bloated but the black funeral dress still looked quite beautiful, Taehyung noted. Interesting, how she lacked the figure most men would desire yet her husband still looked at her as if she was Helen of Troy reincarnate.

He found himself tailing her for the most of the occasion, still keeping a safe distance out of fear one of his fingers could brush against hers and scare her away for good. It was through this stalking he learnt of the young woman’s name - (Y/N).

She was quiet and respectful - as to be expected at a wake - but a bright smile lit up her face when she showed pictures of her newborn child to anyone who asked. It was way more intriguing watching her interact with everyone at the wake than to read one of the romantic books he’d poured over so many times.

“We’ve been reading through the will. And it seems Grandpa Kim left you his estate, rather than the money.” (Y/N)’s father-in-law was speaking to the couple in a hushed voice, drawing the ghost’s attention instantly.

“Really?”

“Well, it was updated quite recently with the birth of your son. I guess he thought by giving it to you, it would make sure the property stays in the family.”

“How do you feel about moving here, darling?” (Y/N)’s partner Seokjin - Taehyung had also learned his name through eavesdropping - asked, cradling her hand within his own.

“I would love to. But what about the dust? Won’t that be bad for the baby?” On god, her voice was as sweet as a nightingale song. How Taehyung longed to hear it for hours on end.

“I’ll clean it for you, silly. But do you think we could live here for the rest of our lives?”

The nod of (Y/N)’s head sealed their fate.

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Initially the change in ownership had been a nightmare. Between the seemingly none-stop arrival of moving trucks, the buzz of people helping to put things away and the loud whining of the month-old baby, it was hard to relax. Taehyung felt almost as on edge as the new owners of the house, Yet after many arguments and sleepless nights the couple were settled in.

They seemed to have more appreciation for the house than it’s former occupant, with many of the dusty spaces becoming clean and decorated again. Even Taehyung’s writing room - he’d watched with apprehension at first when they entered the room, but a warm feeling bubbled in his non-existent stomach when he saw (Y/N) taking his paintings and hanging them on the wall. Did she appreciate art just as much as him?

Even if the couple had settled properly, the one person who was still restless was their infant. The baby boy would often wake up in the middle of the night and wail loudly, leading one of the parents to climb out of bed and hush him back to sleep. This routine nearly drove Taehyung up the wall, as his peaceful naps were often disturbed by the cry of a hungry infant. It had been a while since there had been an infant living at the manor and Taehyung still had yet to adjust to the noise level.

“There’s milk in the fridge if he wakes up, and nappies are in the second drawer down in the nursery. Feel free to help yourself to anything in there, except the Sauvignon of course. We’ll be back at about 11PM, thank you so much for helping us!”

Taehyung was too distracted by the sight of (Y/N) dressed up so elegantly in a sleek black dress to process what she was saying to the spotty-faced teenager standing before her as Seokjin slipped on his shoes.

“No worries Mrs Kim.” The teen responded. With one last fret about the child, the couple left to get in the taxi, and the house felt like it had lost all of its life.

Taehyung wished he could trail after (Y/N) as he usually did, but being confined to the manor meant he had to seek out the next best thing.

The nursery had been fully made over by (Y/N) and Seokjin within a week or so of moving in. Gone was the Georgian wallpaper, replaced by a coat of blue paint and decorated with twinkling moons and stars. Taehyung approached the coat, his fingers brushing the plush mobile over the cot and watching it spin.

He heard the gurgle of the baby below him, glancing down to see the blinking brown eyes gazing back up at him. Perhaps not directly at him, but it was enough to make Taehyung double back in shock. He reached down into the cot and placed one of his cold hands on the baby’s face. Its response was a delighted giggle, as if his touch was ticklish. Taehyung chuckled, poking at the child’s ribs to see him scrunch up his tiny legs. Suddenly, gazing into the little boy’s eyes Taehyung knew what he’d been missing in both his alive and undead life. A real family, someone he could speak to and someone he could love.

He wished he could pick up this child and coo over its chubby cheeks with his wife. He wanted to write poems about his love for life, he wanted to fall asleep holding someone at night.

But not just anyone would do. He knew, he just knew, it had to be (Y/N). She would be his, and he would be hers.

However, whilst Taehyung was pondering this, the child was growing uncomfortable and it startled the ghost back into reality with a loud cry for attention. He glanced down at the child, panicking at the sight of tears running down its cheeks. Luckily, it seemed that the young boy was only hungry, as the room still smelt like fresh linen.

‘It’s okay. The babysitter will sort him out.’ He told himself.

However, after several painful minutes of waiting there was no sight of the teenager leading Taehyung to search the house for him. He found the babysitter lying on the couch fast asleep, a movie playing on the TV and an abandoned bottle of beer on the coffee table.

‘Pathetic’. Taehyung scoffed to himself. ‘I’ll do it myself.’

He found the bottle filled with breast milk that (Y/N) had left in the fridge, the teat already attached. With one last glance at the passed out teenager, he picked up the bottle and made his way back to the nursery.

It must surely be a jarring sight to see a floating bottle of milk, and furthermore to be picked up and fed by an invisible person. However, the baby didn’t seem too disturbed, happily drinking the milk and burping without a care in the world.

After the infant was fed he started to nod off the sleep again, and Taehyung gently laid him down in the cot. He gently traced over the warm cheek of the child before leaving, the most happy he’d been in his life.

He spent the rest of the evening waiting on the sofa for (Y/N) to return. Whilst the TV was showing some action movie, Taehyung couldn’t find it in himself to become interested in it. Not when he had much more pressing issues on his mind. His mind was flurried with the realisation of how he felt. How could he love someone when he’s dead? How could he win the heart of (Y/N) when she couldn’t see him?

Luckily he wasn’t left to stew in his thoughts for too long - as the clock crept around to ten o’clock the front door opened and shut as (Y/N) and Seokjin returned home. Her face was creased with worry as she crept up to the nursery to check on her darling child, whilst Seokjin stayed to pay their now conscious babysitter who had hidden all traces of delinquency and was happily accepting his payment for doing nothing.

Taehyung, as always, chose to join (Y/N) in the nursery. He stood by the doorway, watching as (Y/N) bent down to press a kiss to her beautiful sleeping child. Then, unable to resist he approached her and rested his arms on her waist. He felt her shiver slightly at the cold touch of his hands and for a second the melancholy of his situation hit him like a truck. But Taehyung couldn’t let it haunt him, not when the warmth of her skin under his hands made him more at peace than he had been for years.

She stumbled slightly as she left the nursery, the evening’s drink hit her harder than it usually would, but Taehyung’s hands steadied her. Whilst he secretly savoured the feeling of her body in his hold, he was more concerned about how unstable she was - most likely due to having not drank alcohol in over a year.

Seokjin still hadn’t returned to his wife’s side, and for that Taehyung was both grateful and condemning of the man - he despised how the man could be married to such an ethereal woman and not spend every waking moment by her side, but he was grateful to be able to fill that role. He gently guided her towards her bed, scared that she could fall, and once she had flopped onto the bed lay down next to her, admiring every one of her features as she fell asleep still in her fancy clothes and makeup.

Taehyung had waited hundreds of years to find his purpose in life, and now that he’d found her he knew he would do anything to make her happy.

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(Y/N) had become increasingly stressed since she returned to doing work, Taehyung noticed. Sure, it was only part-time and luckily they were happy for her to work from home meaning she didn’t need to get a new job. However, the incessant demand for attention from the young infant meant she rarely had a moment to rest her feet.

Taehyung wasn’t going to stand for it. Occasionally on the nights that his loneliness got to him, he would press his hand to her forehead only to find it hot and drenched with sweat. She was working herself to death, no doubt about it. And whilst Taehyung secretly longed for her to join the land of the dead with him, it wasn’t her time.

Thus, to take some of the stress off her back, he started to help out around the house. At first, it was minor things that (Y/N) wouldn’t think twice about. Putting dirty laundry in the basket, washing the dirty breakfast bowls, retrieving the toys that precious little Si-woo had thrown across the room, turning off the stove when she accidentally left it on. Seeing the positive effect these had on (Y/N), he started to get bolder in his actions - making her lunches (and letting her assume that it was Seokjin making them in the morning), taking out the garbage, shushing Si-woo when he started crying. All things Seokjin couldn’t do, that Taehyung would do everyday for her if she could only love him.

Spending time with her son was a new favourite hobby of Taehyung. He could stare at those twinkling eyes that inherited from (Y/N)’s for hours. He found that as the son grew he became more playful, and Taehyung was more than happy to keep the little tyke entertained. It was a risky game - if (Y/N) walked in and saw her son’s toys moving by themselves she would no doubt call an exorcist but with the delighted giggles that Si-woo made it was more than worth it.

However, with the increasing time he spent with (Y/N) Taehyung had a first hand seat to watching her relationship with Seokjin deteriorate. At first, it was just the lack of intimacy - Seokjin would often get home late, and by that time both (Y/N) and the baby were asleep leaving him to heat up whatever (Y/N) had made for dinner. When Seokjin woke up in the morning, (Y/N) had already been awake for hours caring for Si-woo. Seokjin missed everything, from Si-woo’s first teetering steps to the adorable way that he had said his first word: ‘dada’.

Then there was the argument.

“Have you seen my copy of ‘Eileen’?” In fact, Taehyung had borrowed it. Not only did he find the modern fiction way more interesting than his old romantic novels, he found it comforting to thumb the pages where (Y/N), much like he did, would fold the corners to save her progress.

“No. Where was the last place you left it?” Seokjin replied, not seeming nearly as interested in the issue as (Y/N) wanted him to be.

“I swear I left it on the dresser. Can you help me look for it?” She sighed in reply. Seokjin didn’t move.

“Is it such a big deal?”

Taehyung decided to leave his cozy chair in the corner to join (Y/N)’s side. He wasn’t sure, but he hoped she could feel his presence, to know that he was there for her even when her husband wasn’t.

“I just wanted to read it today. I was at a really good point.” His lover’s voice had a defeated tone to it, as if the book was her last hope in life.

“I’ll get you another copy. Come back to bed, (Y/N).” Seokjin purred, but (Y/N) shook her head.

“Why are you so selfish?” She suddenly snapped. “I feel like I do everything around here. I do all of the housework, I look after Si-woo all day long and I still find time to do my job! When was the last time you let your precious hands touch something domestic?”

“You think that I want to be away from home so much? I wish I could spend more time with my family but in case you forgot being in charge of a firm is actually quite demanding!” Seokjin stood up, his tone matching her aggression in a second.

(Y/N) paused, her eyes scrunching up as if she was going to cry.

“What happened? What happened to us that has made us this way? Why… why don’t I feel like you love me anymore?”

The sadistic side of Taehyung wished he could frame the scene and hang it up on the wall forever. The look of horror on Seokjin's face was simply priceless.

“You don’t mean that.” He said, trying to be firm only to have his voice shake with every word. “(Y/N), you can’t doubt my love for one second. Please.”

His wife just breathed out, rubbing at her eyes.

“I need a break.” She finally said. “I need to leave for a few days. Please.”

Seokjin looked hurt, but he nodded nonetheless.

“Take as much time as you need. I’ll look after Si-woo. You just need to look after yourself.”

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Taehyung was fuming. Half an hour after the Kims had argued (Y/N) had packed a small bag and left to stay with “some family”, allowing her husband to give her a small peck on the cheek before she left.

It was torturous for Taehyung, thinking of how much time he would have to spend away from his (Y/N). Although he was glad that she was going to have a break, the entire situation could have been entirely avoided if she had never married Kim Seokjin. If only she could have married Taehyung instead, he would’ve made sure she would never had to lift a finger and her every wish would be his command. Instead he could only have an invisible presence in her life, whilst she was stuck with a deadbeat husband who seemingly left all of the parenting to her.

Taehyung felt sick to his stomach seeing as he watched Seokjin act on his words, taking the next few days off work to look after his son. It just wasn’t fair, how he could talk to the toddler and get a babbled response or how he could hold out his arms and Si-woo would stumble towards him. Seokjin didn’t deserve fatherhood, Taehyung concluded. (Y/N) deserved a loving husband and father to her child and no matter how many hours Taehyung spent over the three days watching the broken family whilst (Y/N) was gone, nothing could convince him that Seokjin was the right match.

Seokjin had had a call from (Y/N), telling him that she was going to return home in a few hours. The giddy smile on Seokjin’s face as he told Si-woo that Mommy would be home today and they were going to help make her a special meal was just disgusting to Taehyung. No way did this pathetic excuse for a husband deserve to have (Y/N) back.

Taehyung sat at the table plotting what he should do as he watched Seokjin cook a meal to welcome (Y/N) back, as his adorable son sat on the counter and watched. He didn’t want to do anything in front of Si-woo, that would be too cruel. But he had to stop Seokjin in some way, and all his plans ended in the same result - killing him.

He could pour bleach down his throat. Or he could spill some oil onto him and set him alight. Or he could strange him with one of the curtain cords. All valid solutions to the problem.

“Daddy just has to go pee. Are you happy sitting in your playpen for a few minutes, hmm?” Taehyung’s murderous lines of thought were broken by the sound of Seokjin’s cheerful voice cooing to his son.

Finally, an opportunity. He could end Seokjin’s life in the bathroom, and Si-woo would be none the wiser as to where ‘Daddy’ was.

He waited until the scoundrel had placed his son in the playpen and left the kitchen before approaching the magnetic knife rail and plucking a decently sized blade from it. Taehyung then trailed a few metres behind Seokjin as he made a beeline for the bathroom - he couldn’t get too close, no doubt Seokjin would be immediately alarmed and his plan for subtly would be ruined.

When he finally reached the bathroom he cursed when it was closed (although luckily enough not locked) - whilst he could easily float through the door, his knife would not be able to and thus to enact the plan he swung open the door.

Seokjin turned around, slightly concerned at how the door was open when he was so sure that he’d closed it. Disregarding it as a draft he zipped up his trousers and was just checking his hair in the mirror when suddenly there was a force gripping his throat. His eyes darted side to side trying to find some answer but all he found was air. He wasn’t left in the dark for long, however - Taehyung would love to make the scumbag suffer but he didn’t want to risk (Y/N) walking in on the unfinished scene.

Thus, in one swift move he slit Seokjin’s throat and pushed him towards the bathtub, his victim’s body hitting the rim of the tub with a satisfying ‘thunk’. (Y/N)’s pathetic excuse for a husband’s last moments were agonising, his eyes wide with shock and confusion as he choked on his own blood. But before Taehyung had fully gotten to enjoy the pain of his rival’s death, life had drained from Seokjin’s eyes and his body slumped over. Taehyung drifted over to place the bloody blade in the corpse’s right hand, and as a final touch he wiped up the drops of blood that had fallen onto the ground just a little too far away to be believable.

Content with what he’d done, Taehyung left to visit Si-woo. The toddler seemed happy enough playing with his toy alpaca to even notice his biological father’s disappearance. Rather, he was delighted when he felt an invisible presence pinching at his cheek, letting out a hearty giggle. Taehyung managed to keep him occupied for the next hour, until (Y/N) returned.

Taehyung's non-existent heart thumped at a thousand beats a second when he heard a car drawing up on the gravel drive, and the car door slamming home announced that she was finally back.

“I’m home!” She called out, the only response she got being some babbled nonsense from Si-woo. She walked into the living room to see her son, smiling at first but the smile dropping off her face when she couldn’t see anyone else.

“Hey precious!” She cooed, scooping the toddler into her arms. “Where’s daddy?”

She didn’t hear the normal witty response from Seokjin nearby, leading her to click her tongue in annoyance.

“Did daddy really leave you all alone? That’s a bit strange, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Taehyung quirked back, scowling at how she seemed to have completely forgotten how neglectful of a father Seokjin really was compared to himself.

Evidently having not heard Taehyung’s comment, (Y/N) started to search for Seokjin, finding his abandoned cooking (although thankfully the bastard had turned off the stove). Taehyung just trailed behind her as usual, holding his breath as if she would be able to hear him.

After calling out for her ‘husband’ a few more times, (Y/N) gave up.

“I guess he got called into work. So much for spending time with his family.”

She made her way up to the nursery, placing Si-woo back down on the floor.

“Mommy just had a long journey, so she’s going to go to the toilet and then she’ll get you some dinner, okay?” (Y/N) said softly to the child, as if she expected a response. Si-woo just looked up at her innocently, completely oblivious to all that was going on except his own hunger.

Taehyung realised, as (Y/N) was walking away, that she was headed in the direction of the bathroom Seokjin had used and she was about to find his body. Upon that thought he followed her, hoping to support her when she found the grisly scene.

However, the shrill scream he heard when he was mere metres away from the room told him he was too late.

(Y/N) fell to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as she surveyed the situation. She was frozen still, unable to stop screaming until her voice was hoarse. Taehyung took the initiative to kneel beside her and rub his hand on her back. (Y/N) didn’t even seem to notice, not flinching from the cold as she usually did. All she could do was bury her face in her hands and weep at the sight before her eyes. And as much as it hurt Taehyung to see his (Y/N) in pain, his heart was telling him he’d done the right thing.

Now, (Y/N) needed him. She couldn’t survive as a single mother, not when she was struggling already when Seokjin was alive. But Taehyung believed with all his heart that he was more than fit to take on Seokjin’s role, as a father, as a husband, as the only one in the world who could truly love her.

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