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#lottie's recent tiktok is problematic #i know she doesn’t mean harm for baby (while exploiting him on the way) #(what she probably doesn’t even recognise as exploiting) #someone has to tell her showing your baby almost naked on the internet especially on tiktok isn’t okay #she shows him getting a bath while only a towel is covering him up #rubbing his belly with baby oil while he’s naked #her baby boy is gonna be or already is on the dark net an spit on pedophile's sites #and people in the comments encouraging her #protecting the privacy of your kids online should be everyone’s priority

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[spiderlilyserendipity]

Useful 🔞🔞🔞 (Jimin x Reader)

Summary: You’ve stretched yourself thin lately and you know it, and so does your boyfriend Jimin. As Jimin always takes good care of you, you decide to give him a treat to thank him—and as always, Jimin gives you back your love tenfold. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Sub!Y/N, minimal plot, massages, kneeling, collars, Y/N calls Jimin sir, sub space, oral (m. and f. receiving), praise kink, breeding, cock drunk Y/N, multiple orgasms (f.), protective!jimin (🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵), aftercare!!!!!!

Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do that LOL)

W/C: 3055 (3k)

A/N: Guess who’s back on their bullshit? ME. Sorry I kind of disappeared again LOL being a functioning adult is the worst. Anyway, here's some massage-turned-unprotected-sex. <33

Sometimes, you get in moods like this. Moods where everything is irritating and stupid and simultaneously upsetting. You know yourself well enough to know it has to do with you stretching yourself too thin. Work? Of course you can do that task. Family? Absolutely you can attend that event. Friends? Yes, you’d love to go out tonight. 

Jimin also knows you well enough to know when you’re getting like this. You know he’s noticed, from the way he puts in a bit more effort lately to keep you happy. He buys your favourite takeout dinner and bath bombs and even a new matching scarf and gloves set to keep you warm. That’s the way Jimin is—a natural giver with a considerate, purposeful mind. He never so much as says a word to you about your little gifts, but you know he notices when you give him a few more kisses than usual to silently show your affection. 

But you’re getting to a point now where two things become obvious: you need a break before you burn out, and Jimin needs to be shown that you appreciate him before he starts to feel burned out himself. 

The solution comes in the form of an at-home spa kit you buy online. It’s not much, a little warmer and a bottle of lavender scented oil, along with some candles and little hand towels. But knowing Jimin—and knowing you—you don’t stop there. Instead, you hop in the shower as soon as you come home. You wash up and dress in only panties and one of Jimin’s oversized sweaters, light candles and then warm up the oil. 

As your shared bedroom is filled with romantic lighting and the sweet lavender smell, your mind wanders. You think of Jimin’s face when he sees you like this, how his eyes will darken and a smirk will spread on his lips. You think of taking care of him and thanking him for all he does for you with both words and your hands on his body. And naturally, you think of how Jimin will return the favour—with firm words and strong arms around you. A perfect balance of sweetness, teasing, and protectiveness: that’s Park Jimin. 

Your eyes flicker to the collar you set on the nightstand, a black leather collar with plush inner lining and a custom silver J embroidered on the front. You press your thighs together, waiting. 

“Baby?” Your heart leaps as you hear Jimin’s voice down the hallway. Your boyfriend emerges from the hall, curious eyes peeking into the dimly lit room. Then, he sees you, scantily dressed in front of the bed. Jimin smiles, but there’s that familiar edge. “Oh, what’s this?” He asks. 

You lick your lips as Jimin draws closer, loosening his tie. “A surprise.” You whisper. 

Jimin laughs, taking a seat on the bed. “I can see that.” He says, glancing at the massage oil. Your boyfriend brings you to stand between his spread legs with both hands on your wrists. You swallow as he looks up at you with darkness in his eyes. “What kind of surprise, exactly?”

“A massage.” You reply, pressing your thighs together again. Jimin notices, but he’s not strict with you today—he knows you’re too worked up to be teased today. Instead, the man leans in, pressing kisses against your belly over your sweater. You shiver—his lips are still cold from outside, even through the soft material.

“That will be fun.” Jimin says. “Thank you for doing this, baby.”

“No, thank you.” You say, and to anyone else, you would sound like strangers. But only you know the way Jimin’s simple words and touches make you want to obey him, show him how grateful you are, how well you can take care of him. Jimin knows it, too, which is why he lets go of your wrists and runs his hands—which are warm, likely from wearing mittens—up and down the backs of your thighs. “You’ve been so nice to me. I-I want to take care of you.”

Jimin hums, and it’s more beautiful than any melody you’ve ever heard. “Mmhm.” He says, and one hand brushes over your clothed core. You shiver. “Want to submit to me?” He asks, then begins kneading your ass. His touch is firm, reminding you of your place even as you tower over him. 

“Please.” You gasp. “Please, sir.”

“Go get your collar.” Jimin answers, letting go of you. He leans back on his hands as you scurry to the nightstand and back. You kneel on the plush rug by Jimin’s feet, then present your collar to him with both hands. The dom accepts it from you, and you elongate your neck for his ease of access. Jimin plants his elbows on his knees, bending over you to fix the collar in place. “What’s your colour, baby?” The dom asks even though you both know how desperate you are already.

“Green, sir.” 

“Good girl.” Jimin says, then stands up. You look up at him, face a few inches below his clothed cock. Jimin’s eyes darken. He knows what you want, and you both know he’s never denied it to you within limits. You wait patiently as the dom removes his pants, then his boxers and discards them on the floor. When Jimin sits down, you grab the warmed bottle of massage oil off the bed. 

“May I begin, sir?”

“Yes.” Jimin answers, and even he sounds slightly breathless now.

You begin on his right leg, massaging his thigh dutifully. You work away at the knots caused by long hours, then down to his calf. “You have a talent for this.” Jimin praises you, carding a hand through your hair. Your face burns as you sit between his legs and serve him, but you feel so good, so useful. And Jimin is nothing if not vocal about it. “Such a quick learner. My good, smart girl.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as you finish massaging the right leg, then move to his left leg. You repeat your motions, slow and dutiful. As you work at one particular knot in the back of Jimin’s left calf, he sighs in relief. You smile and Jimin catches it. 

“Feel good that you’re helping me?” He asks, and you look up at him. Jimin cups your face with one hand, looking down at you with love. It makes you want to cry in joy, but it also makes your vagina throb as you want to give yourself to him. But you tell yourself to be patient. You want to make Jimin feel good, and you know Jimin will return it tenfold to you in due time. “Massage my hips for me, baby. They’re a bit sore.”

You nod, putting a bit more oil on your hands. You place your hands on Jimin’s hips, running your thumbs along the groove of his V-line and pressing your fingers into his hips. You work at his hips until you end up down at his mons pubis and then lower, where a hard, heavy cock hangs between his legs. “C-Can I help you with that, too, sir?” You ask, and you surprise yourself with how whiny it comes out. 

Jimin laughs at your politeness. “Of course, beautiful.”

You lick your lips, running your slicked hands over Jimin’s cock. You run your hands up and down the shaft, collecting pre-come to lubricate him further. You take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Jimin groans above you, spilling praise from his lips. “Oh, that’s right. Just like that. So good, so perfect for me.”

His praise urges you to take him deeper until your nose presses against his mons pubis. You use your hands to cup his balls, massaging them gently. You work your way up and down the shaft, with Jimin’s ever-louder sighs and curses egging you on. You can feel the tightness in Jimin’s abdomen, the way he wants to come in your mouth. And you’d let him, oh how you’d let him. 

But before he can come, Jimin pulls you off him. You look at him, confused. “Come here.” Jimin says, and you climb up into the bed. You eye his cock, but Jimin gives you a breathless chuckle. “You haven’t massaged my back yet, remember?” He reminds you. You blush, and Jimin beckons you closer with two fingers. You position yourself behind him, sitting with your thighs on either side of Jimin’s hips, and add more oil to your hands before massaging his shoulders. 

Jimin sighs as you work away the tension, and his hands find your calves, stroking small circles into your skin. You’re halfway down Jimin’s back when he wraps his arms around your calves and pulls. You gasp as you end up with your clothed vagina against his bare ass. Jimin chuckles, and you know he can feel how wet you are. Flushing in embarrassment, you try to shuffle back, but your boyfriend holds you in place. “I think that’s enough for my back. Why don’t you come over to the front?” Jimin purrs, glancing at you over his shoulder. You gasp as he presses himself back against your soaked panties.

“Y-Yes sir.” You say, and Jimin releases your calves. 

You crawl around Jimin, and the dom lays down. He folds his arms up behind his head, looking comfortable like he’s laying on a sunbed somewhere warm. “Get on my lap.” He says. “And take everything off.”

You remove the two articles you’re wearing in a heartbeat, then straddle your boyfriend’s hips. It’s a struggle to not push yourself down on the leaking cock tucked just behind your ass, since Jimin hasn’t given you permission to ride him yet. 

You run your oiled hands up and down Jimin’s abdomen, over the hard ridges of his ribs and the plushness of his belly. Jimin looks at you for a moment, then grins. “You know, I’m not a big fan of this oil. Can we try something else for wetness?” 

“L-Like?” You ask, but Jimin just holds his hands out to you. You flush, knowing what he wants.

You crawl closer, until you’re straddling Jimin’s face. “Oh, that’s much better.” He says, then breathes cool air onto your already throbbing clit. “Such a useful, useful girl I have.” Jimin says. Before you can thank him, he presses his tongue past the opening of your sopping wet hole. You whimper, almost collapsing but JImin holds you up with his strong grip. “So busy being useful you forgot you’re supposed to feel good, too, didn’t you?” He asks, looking up at you darkly. “But you’re always like that. Always thinking you have to do it all alone, even though I’m right here—” He says, then swirls his tongue around inside you. You cry out. 

“Sorry! I’m sorry, sir!” You beg.

Jimin licks a stripe from your hole up to your clit. Then, he sucks at the bud until you’re shaking above him. “Are you? Are you going to let me put you in your place?”

“Yes, yes, sir!” You chant.

Jimin releases one hand from your hips, sliding it down the curve of your ass until it finds your hole. He presses two digits inside you, and you accommodate them easily. “Good girl.” He praises you, and you’re almost crying by now. You cry out his title. “Count.” He orders.

“T-Ten…N-Nine…” You count, trembling from the force of not coming from Jimin’s skillful lips against your most sensitive lips. “Eight…s-seven, oh—” You moan as Jimin nips at your inner fold, then releases it. Then, Jimin begins pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. “S-Six, five, four—” You continue as Jimin eggs you on. 

“T-Three, oh, two, one—” You pant heavily.

“Now.” Jimin orders and tears fall from your eyes and you shake so hard from your orgasm that he has to hold you up. “Good girl. That’s my girl.” He praises you, turning you so you can lay down against the bed.

“Yours. Yours.” You repeat hazily as Jimin arranges himself above you. He plants his hands on either side of your waist, then kisses you long and deep. 

“Colour?” He checks. 

“Green, please, sir.” You say, guiding his hand up to your collar. “Yours, please, sir.” You all but babble. Jimin beams with pride. 

“That’s right. All mine.” Jimin says, kissing at your hardened nipples, then down to your belly. With one hand, he begins rubbing at your clit again. He works you back up until you’re whiny and grinding against him for another orgasm. “Would my good girl like my cock?” Jimin asks, even though he knows the answer.

“Yes!” You answer immediately. 

“Where?” Jimin teases. You reach down and spread your outer folds, not caring how messy you look right now. Jimin’s gaze darkens. “Right here? In your pretty hole?” He asks, sliding two fingers back into you. You whine as he wiggles the fingers inside you until the room is full of wet sounds. 

“Yes, please. W-Want your cock, sir.” You beg, clenching around his fingers.

Jimin withdraws his fingers, then lines himself up to your entrance. You both moan as he bottoms out within seconds from how soaked and loose you are. “Where do you feel that, baby?” Jimin asks, more for his pride than any other reason. 

You place a hand on your belly. “Right here.” You say. “All full.”

“Yeah?” Jimin says, gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart. He thrusts in and you have to fight not to come right then and there. 

“Yeah.” You whimper. “W-Want your come right there.”

“I know.” Jimin coos at you. “You need your hole nice and full, don’t you? Need to fill up your pretty belly with my seed so you remember who you belong to. So you can quit. Trying. To do. Everything. By yourself.” Jimin says, punctuating his words with long and deep strokes that have your back arching off the bed.

“P-Please sir.” You whine. “Your seed. Please.”

“Gonna come again already?” Jimin asks, knowing your body well. When you reply yes and plead him for permission, Jimin leans down and kisses your forehead. “Hold on a bit more, you can do it.”

“Y-Yes. Yes. Anything you say!” You say, feeling cock drunk. It doesn’t take more than that, only a few more pumps until Jimin’s hips are stuttering from the way you clench him desperately—even as he’s moving. 

“Rub your clit.” Jimin orders, and you reach down, rubbing hard and fast. Within seconds, Jimin is slamming into you one last time, filling you with his hot seed. You come hard around him a second time, but Jimin isn’t done there. He pulls you up, making you squeal. You whine as your positions reverse, with you on top and Jimin laying down. “You can come around me one more time, since you were such a good, good girl.” He praises, entangling a hand in your hair. His grip is firm but not painful. 

“Thank you, sir.” You reply gratefully, running your fingers over your clit. There’s something exhilarating about being stuffed full of come and getting to put yourself on display with it. You make a show of pushing yourself to a third orgasm around Jimin, his seed making both of your thighs sticky and gooey. 

“Show yourself to me again.” Jimin demands, and you spread your folds to him again. The dom growls. “Such a pretty cunt. Who owns that?”

“You, sir!”

“That’s right.” Jimin replies. “Gonna come again for me? My good girl, making a mess with my seed?”

“Yes, please!” You all but scream.

“What a pretty fucking girl. I want to give you my come again and again, until you can feel a baby growing where I put my seed. You would love that, wouldn’t you? Being shown off to everyone as the pretty, obedient girl I got to knock up and to take care of?”

“Yes, oh, please—” You’re crying again, almost insane with the thought of being protected and taken care of by Jimin. You’re so deep into your subspace by now all you can think of is how safe and good you feel right now. “Please, all yours—”

“Come.”

The single word sends you over the edge, and you tremble around him a third time. You lay down on top of Jimin with his cock still inside you. The dom wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “So sweet. My perfect baby.” He praises you, peppering kisses on your temple and forehead. 

“Thank you. Thank you sir.” You repeat over and over, and Jimin holds you tight. 

Once you’re ready, Jimin slides out of you. You roll onto the sheets, but Jimin doesn’t give you time to get lazy. “Come on, we need to shower.” He says, pulling you up into his arms bridal style. You squeal, tucking your chin over his shoulder. 

Jimin helps you shower, particularly gentle with your hips and legs as he knows they’re sore now. He helps you dress in your pyjamas. Then, he lifts you onto the counter, insisting on doing your skincare routine for you. You giggle but let him help you, knowing he likes to spoil you like this. Once you’re done, you hold your arms out to be carried back to bed. Jimin laughs, kissing you again. 

“Oh, you’re a real menace.” Jimin complains dramatically, setting you down in the armchair a few paces from the bed. You grin up at him, and Jimin strokes a hand down the side of your face lovingly. “I’ll be right back.” He says. 

You watch him leave the room, then return with two granola bars and a bottle of water. “I know you ate, but just in case.” Jimin says, watching you open the snacks. While you eat and drink water, your boyfriend changes the bedsheets and blows out the candles. Once he’s done with that, you join him in bed. Jimin envelopes you in his arms, kissing your forehead softly. 

“That wasn’t too much for you, was it?” He checks. 

“No, not at all.” You say, feeling shy when Jimin looks at you with that intense look—like he’d do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and safe. “Thank you.” You add.

Jimin smiles. “You’re welcome, my love.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, my baby.”

#bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts smut #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #jimin smut

[captainfern]

Waaaaaaait your new gaz fic got me thinking about period sex with him cuz he's so lovely and eager to please and he hates the way you're whiney and needy, you begging him to help with your period cramps because you read online that light sex and orgasms help with cramps and well... gaz can't say no to you can he

omggg

ok ik this kinda thing is not for everyone so content warning for period sex and all that [18+]

no because as soon as you’re complaining about cramps that man is lying a towel down !!

he’s the one that found out sex helps with cramps and he spent a whole afternoon just researching about it lol

he’d fuck you nice and gentle too, rubbing his hands up and down your body, rubbing circles on your hips and stretch marks, massaging your tits

kisses all over your body and face while he ruts into you, whispering praise about how good you take him and how pretty you look and sound

he’s so gentle :((

definitely HAPPILY hits it raw. that man wants to see blood on his sword trust 🙏

makes you come a MINIMUM of two times, kissing your tummy and thighs once you finish and takes extra care in cleaning you up

babe he’s a munch, he’d eat you out if you let him fr what who said that??

hehe

shower or bath time afterwards is a guarantee. might sink his fingers into your aching cunt after hopping in with you, fingering you until you come again !! obviously to make sure your cramps are gone :(

gets you food after too. whatever you want baby !!

god i’m a slut for this man

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #kyle gaz garrick #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #gaz call of duty #gaz smut #god i want this man #captain'sdrabbles

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Beachcomber startled as someone started to knock on the door, just to start pounding on it as he took his time reluctantly getting off the couch.

He opened the door to find whoever was there gone, a plastic box emitting a faint hum covered with a towel sitting on his door stoop. Beachcomber sighed and brought the box inside.

Swindle must have lied again, passing off a pregnant or disabled human as a special breed again.

Beachcomber wasn't shocked to find a human and its offspring in the box, the little mech, barely past the toddler stage, running up to an offered finger using his arms, his bowed, too small feet just barely skimming the ground, the toes on one twisted and fused. Beachcomber smiled, admiring how happy-go-lucky this one was. There was no harm in letting him run around. His mother was minding him well enough.

He hooked up a little extra oxygen and refilled their water, and added a vitamin additive to their food. He sent a comm to the vet specialist he often worked with, he himself having taken and aced a general veterinarian course on humans, but that was good for setting bones, delivering babies, and routine checkups, not prosthesis fittings or possibly amputations if the boy's feet didn't respond to treatment.

"Someone needs to start regulating beyond just euthanasia and vaccines. This is the fourth surrender I have had this decacycle." He muttered, carefully bringing the carrying case to his makeshift human room, setting it into the much bigger quarantine tank and opening the case door to let the humans explore on their own.

If they didn't get sick, Beachcomber had a few other rescues he knew wouldn't mind sharing a tank, given their own hutch and feeding spaces, of course. He always ended up correcting new owners about how dangerous it was to feed all their humans from one food or water source, along with stressing the importance of putting a hide around waste and bathing areas, and that they even needed them in the first place. Most of the mechs who Beachcomber saw were open to change anyway, willing to pay that small fee for a private health exam instead of just the required vaccination clinics. But, he still felt the need to publish resources, findings, and guidelines online, especially considering that most of the importers of humans are still shady and unregulated smugglers, and those that are well trusted pet traders are still working with lawmakers for the proper permits.

Reputable breeders haven't been very successful yet, as humans mate for life, or at least, are heavily monogamous. Most of the pregnant humans he had entrusted in his care were accidents, and their owners wanted them returned once they delivered their offspring.

But, their were a few mechs who panicked or couldn't afford a second human to feed.

Anyway, after he fed Cali, his latest pregnant boarder, he would film a segment for his human care series and wait for any walk-ins.

He walked upstairs and into his room and retrieved his first human, an older male named James. He had been offered James by a local landlord, as a previous tenant had left him behind, and upkeep was too expensive for her tastes.

James was sweet and enjoyed filming, showing off to the camera, and generally being easy to handle.

"We are filming a training segment today, James. Be good, and I will let you introduce yourself to the new arrivals."

James nodded, and Beachcomber smiled. He doubted he understood full sentences, but Beachcomber knew that he understood "arrival, " "filming," and "training," from repetition. He walked into the exam room, his two story apartment separated into a downstairs storefront and sitting room and upstairs living quarters. He set up the camera and turned it on, smiling and welcoming his viewers to his care series, showing the camera his degree and certifications and telling them the name of his clinic before moving on to the command he had taught James earlier that week.

"This one is good for vet visits and general care. James, come." James walked over to Beachcomber's hand, letting him ruffle his hair before taking a treat, tucking it into his pocket. "The benefits of this command are abundant, as it allows for easy removal in emergencies and at vet appointments. Practice while your human is alert and fed at least once that cycle to reduce stress. Reward for any small progress, as the goal for this command is for your human to be willing to leave food, toys, or social interaction for your hand. As a substitute, you can also combine this command with a tap on the side of your human's tank for easy administration of medicine. They tend to respond to a tap on the glass better, as they feel it when asleep and using the private bathing and sitting waste areas that should be standard in all human tank setups."

James pawed at Beachcomber's fingers, and Beachcomber chuckled and scratched his head again. "That's all for today, folks. I've taken in a few rescues, so uploads may be sparce in the coming weeks. Feel free to leave questions in the comment section and subscribe for more instructional videos and tips, and remember to properly vaccinate your humans! I will keep you updated on more low and free human clinics that pop up on my radar."

Beachcomber turned off the camera and brought James downstairs to hang out with Jane, a human with vitiligo that was left on a subscriber's doorstep. She had some expensive dietary needs, so the subscriber brought her to him instead of the rescues that had started to pop up.

The specialist had gotten back to him, willing to see the two humans he had brought in on short notice.

Beachcomber put on some gloves and carefully moved the two humans back into the carrying case. He checked on the rest of his rescues, then closed the clinic for the afternoon and brought him to his specialist, Caremark. She was a no-nonsense femme, and she didn't mess around with chasing the two humans around, connecting a canister of laughing gas to the case and waiting for the two to get sleepy. She confirmed their sex before moving the mech to her scanner to examine his feet, showing Beachcomber that his bad foot had badly fused toes and foot bones, the nerves and muscles pinched and twisted. She casted and splinted the mech's feet for now, wanting to try a nonsurgical route before committing to amputation or surgery to correct the bones. She sent him on his way with some pain medication, the mech's mother being perfectly healthy.

He walked back to his apartment and reopened the clinic for walk-ins as he kept an eye on the groggy humans.

No one but his one scheduled appointment showed up, so after closing, he brought his one adoptable human, Haley, to the nearby Rescue Bots Academy to get a little bit of socialization with the professors' families of humans. She was lukewarm with their redheaded male, and Heatwave hoped having a mate would make him mellow out a bit.

They already had two family units, a single father and his offspring that Boulder had successfully gotten to accept an older female and, surprisingly, managed to have a single offspring with, and the massive, five human family unit of a male, his three adult offspring, and an adolescent, all living in relative peace. This was the group that Heatwave was trying to split up, as they had a truly massive tank, and the academy directors were getting annoyed with how often recruits would hang out in Heatwave's office and classroom after class to watch them and ask questions.

But, all attempts to get the adults interested in settling into new groups failed, as even though they were happy with being on their own with one of the professors, they were just not a fan of sharing a space with any other humans but their whole group. But, the director's word was law, even if Beachcomber thought the whole thing was stupid.

As predicted, the redhead pissed Haley off, and Beachcomber had to remove her. This time, they caught it on video, so maybe this time, Heatwave could convince his boss to leave well enough alone.

#maccadam #human pets #transformers beachcomber #no war au #transformers rescue bots

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 16 - Distraction

Developments develop. John lives to regret his eldest brother befriending his AI daughter. But can bagels ever be bad?

TW for sickness. This remains the only part of this entire story that could be viewed as a self-insert as I drafted it in my head when I too was curled up on the bathroom floor… Estera is much braver than I was though.

Apologies if these are coming somewhat thick and fast… figured I’d get as much as I can posted while the muse cooperates and before something shiny breaks the current hyper-fixation I have on this story 😏

(Previous… Prologue - Stars are Only Visible in Darkness, Estera - 1 - Colour, 2 - Dinosaur, 3 - Shoes, 4 - Thunderbird, 5 - Lesson, 6 - Safe, 7 - Gull, 8 - Deliver, 9 - Coffee, 10 - Flight, 11 - Run, 12 - Fall, 13 - Trying, 14 - Hide, 15 - Wait)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

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Slumped in the corner of the bathroom, cold sweat prickling from every pore she pressed her face against the coolness of the tiles and willed away the nausea.

She did NOT. Have. Time. For. This.

It was obviously an occupational hazard of spending every working day with small children, but she often seemed to dodge the viruses that took down her colleagues and had always been secretly pleased by the fact she was able to invincibly swoop in and cover for them when required. Pride before a fall.

It was particularly embarrassing as she’d been back at work a mere 3 days after so much time off. Just tomorrow and Friday left before the holidays… she COULDN’T call in sick it was just too ridiculous. Somehow she had to power through.

This particular bug seemed determined not to be ignored, however. Another wave of sickness hit and left her curled in a tight ball, sobbing into her best quality bath towel.

Too much self pity, Estera, need to think of something else…

Her feverish mind supplied only Baby Shark on loop.

Which didn’t really help.

Groaning in frustration she reached for her mobile phone, maybe she could find distraction of some kind online. Not that anyone she knew was likely to be awake at this time.

Oh, there was just one, according to the little green dot next to the word Blue.

As always her brain warred with itself - the anticipation of the warm, safe feeling their silly little exchanges always brought versus the sharp bite of guilt that demanded to know why she had any kind of right to his time or attention after what she had done. After the pain she’d caused him.

The nausea rolled by again, threatening to drag her into despair. She gritted her teeth. Desperate times… maybe he wouldn’t mind sharing another daft joke or something…

Hi, you’re up late?

Hey there 😀 no it’s mid-afternoon here ☀️

Oh! Sorry, I actually have no idea where you live and shouldn’t have assumed.

Not a problem, we tend to keep it quiet for security so I wouldn’t have mentioned where we are.

You ARE up late though? Everything alright?

Well she should have seen that coming. Fever made her honest. Or at least had eliminated her ability to formulate a plausible lie.

“Just a bit of a sickness bug, caught it from the kids.”

Ugh, that’s the worst. You want company? I can be there in half an hour?

She blinked. He was joking, surely?

Ha, err no I’m good thanks. That’s pretty fast though!

Told you One was the best Thunderbird 😉

She laughed out loud at the reference to the passionate debate in the cave. Which triggered another bout of unpleasantness. She lay on the floor for a while waiting for her head to stop pounding.

A soft ping made her open her eyes again.

You ok?

Sorry, yes. Just… well, you know.

Don’t apologise. Just wish I could help.

I could do with some distraction.

Want to hear about how our pool got filled with jello?

You have a pool? 😲

And yes please

WELL

It started (as it often does) with Gordon (2nd youngest) winding up Alan (youngest)

I never figured out precisely what it was about but that rarely matters…

She focussed on allowing herself to relax and to be carried away by the tale. He was an engaging story teller although she was sure much of it must be exaggerated - surely no real people would take a prank war to such extremes.

He asked about Italy so she found herself telling him about her family, her nieces’ exploits and how she’d got herself completely lost on the day trip to Venice.

She even admitted the trip took place when it did because she had been signed off work - fever really did make her too honest.

She didn’t say why. He didn’t ask. But the ball of tension that had resided in her throat for weeks eased, just a little.

She talked about Bez. He told her about his family, their different skills and interests and how proud of them all he was. He shared more dad jokes. She informed him they were terrible.

An hour or so later, having been chivvied to finally send the email to the school office, she crawled back into bed and a thankfully dreamless sleep took her.

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She woke with a start to the sound of the doorbell and Bez skittering about excitedly in the hallway. 10am - was it someone from school checking she was really ill? Staggering on jelly legs to the door she cautiously cracked it open.

“Delivery for Miss Herz… Herma…zew…” the courier frowned and held out a large brown paper bag.

“That would be me. Err thanks.”

Leaning heavily on the closed door she gently pushed Bez’s enthusiastic head out of the bag. In fairness to him it was emitting quite a pleasant aroma. Which turned out to be chicken soup and plain toasted bagels from a deli in town. she recognised the name of the place but it was far too fancy for her to have ever darkened the door. A bottle of isotonic drink and a range of herbal teabags were also included along with a printed note reading only “Get well soon, S x”

Well that was… unexpected. And kind.

Bez was beginning to lose his mind so she poured half the soup into his bowl and curled up on the sofa. She nibbled at a piece of fancy bagel… it really was excellent and probably wasted on her somewhat battered palate. She picked up her phone to send a thank you message, trying to calculate what the time difference must be when suddenly she froze and the bagel fell from her hand to immediately be wolfed down by her delighted dog.

How had he known her address?

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“John?”

“Yes EOS?”

“What kind of bagel flies?”

John ducked, concerned that the AI might be regressing back to old tricks. His immediate vicinity remained airborne-bread-product free, however.

“I’m sorry?”

“A plain bagel.”

“What?”

“It is a pun. I have deliberately exploited the fact that there are two meanings of the word plane for comedic effect. It is funny.”

Silence reigned.

“John?”

He lifted his head from his hands and sighed. “Yes EOS?”

“Why aren’t you laughing?”

“I was distracted by plotting my eldest brother’s demise.”

“He mentioned that you might initially react with threats of violence to his person and advised that persistence is generally the key to good comedy. What do ghosts put on their bagels?”

John flinched unwillingly and tried to cover it by playing along.

“I don’t know EOS, what do ghosts put on their bagels?”

“Scream cheese. This one is another play on words because although it isn’t precisely the same phoneme the sound is very similar.”

“I get it EOS.”

“You still aren’t laughing, John. Should I continue with the persistence strategy? Or perhaps I should carry out further research?”

“The latter I think.”

There was a pause.

“John, whilst we are discussing bagels, I believe you would enjoy a trip to the South West of England.”

John looked up from the weather front he was monitoring and frowned as he tried to predict the punchline to this one.

“Why is that EOS?”

“This deli claims to produce the most delicious bagels in Europe.”

“Good to know. What brought that to your attention?”

“Scott asked me to research the best place to order from in that locality.”

John noted the dropping of the surname from her habitual reference to his family members. Thus far, only he had been on first name only terms with his AI. It seemed his big brother had been upgraded too.

“He did, did he?” John paused, wondering whether further enquiry was overstepping a boundary. Maybe it was a little, but Scott had been acting weirdly and as a caring brother John should keep an eye on him.

“Did he say why?”

“We sent a ‘care package’ to a friend.” EOS enunciated the new phrase carefully.

John’s eyebrows defied his attempt to maintain a poker face. Turning away from EOS’s camera track he opened a private line to Virgil.

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Hey how are you doing? Hope you managed to get some sleep?

She typed and deleted three variants of a reply, then buried the phone under a cushion and curled up on the couch with her head on Bez’s flank. The dog huffed in his sleep.

She had eaten the rest of the food. She wasn’t insane - it was delicious and probably eye-wateringly expensive - and she didn’t have the energy to prepare herself anything else. It really was a thoughtful gesture and she had to say thank you. Should have done already.

But the initial glow of warmth at the thought she had a friend out there somewhere who cared had been swamped by the creepy feeling. She wasn’t listed in the directory. Never had been. There had never seemed any point as who would look her up and it would only result in sales calls or junk mail. And advertising her surname might invite the attention of the unpleasant minority with a particular political statement to make.

The “It’s over now, why are you still here?” type of statement. Best avoided.

So how had he got it?

She thought again of his immediate offer of company, which had seemed sweet if rather silly at the time.

What if there was an ulterior motive?

She shivered and had to focus to push back certain memories that still lurked too close to the edge of her consciousness.

Don’t be ridiculous. The man had the entire world at his feet. And she was literally being sick at the time. Hardly attractive to someone thinking in that way. She thought back to the time they had had coffee… no… he didn’t seem like that kind of a person. He’d seemed… surprisingly genuine. The occasional text exchanges they’d had since then had backed up that initial impression. And last night in all that time messaging her, keeping her company, there were no red flags at all, she’d even felt maybe he was someone she could trust… could actually talk to.

Aaaaaah which meant he was just being nice and she hadn’t responded! Being wary, even cynical was one thing, but she couldn’t bear to be rude. She grabbed the phone but found herself hesitating again. Maybe she could just ask about the address and if he was weird about it let him down gently and delete his number and hide. Yes, hide from the guy who could buy her entire town if the fancy took him. Right. That would definitely work.

"Damnit Scott Tracy, you’d better not be a weirdo stalker."

Bez looked up sleepily.

“Sorry, Bez, didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Right. Ok. Thank you message.

She added a smiley face to make it seem less flat and reread it again.

And then again. It would have to do.

She pressed send.

Hi, I seem to be ok now just really drained. Thank you for the soup, it was just what I needed. 🙂

Glad to hear it. Make sure you keep hydrated and get plenty of rest

I get the impression you say that kind of thing a lot?

Ha. Yeah I’ve 4 little brothers. We’ve seen our fair share of stomach flu.

Seriously though, the hydration thing…

She eyed her empty glass. He had a point actually.

I am literally getting up to refill my drink now

Good 🥃

That was the wrong emoji, I do not recommend whisky at this time!

Estera leant heavily on the side of the sink, sipping water and trying to calculate whether she could take more tablets for the throbbing headache yet. No, not quite. She eyed the phone on the table. Ah, it was no good, she had to ask or she’d be driven to madness by overthinking.

Can I ask you something?

Of course!

Fire away

How do you know my address?

The little ticks turned green and she waited for the completely normal and un-terrifying response that was obviously coming.

Except it didn’t. After ten minutes, she stopped watching the unchanging screen and hid the phone in a drawer. Being unable to see it didn’t help in the slightest. Checking it again showed no change. She slammed the drawer closed.

She crawled into the shower and sat motionless under the flow of water, trying to work out how on earth she could afford to quit her job, move home and change her name.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Estera #tb estera #scott tracy #john tracy #EOS (thunderbirds) #The Commander & The Murderbot #EOS’s continuing adventures in the art of Humour #tw vomit

[sachirobabe]

Mishaps | M. Atsumu x F!reader

Warnings: Time-skip, mentions of food poisoning, one small suggestive joke, pregnancy mention, mentions of puking, cursing⚠️

An: repost from my Wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1,712

"I can make dinner, darlin'." Atsumu suggested.

"It's fine, I can do it." You interjected as he entered the kitchen.

"Wait please! I found a recipe online, 'nd I think a can do it." He pleads.

"Mommy, I'll help daddy!" One twin walks in, rubbing his eye from slumber.

"Me too." Walked in the other.

"You two can't cook-"

"Mommy, we're this many now," Kota held up 4 fingers.

"Yeah!" Kyo joined his antics.

You pondered for a moment, your husband was not known for cooking like his brother, but he could at least do the bare minimum.

"Fine, I don't want-"

"A mess, I know, I know." Your husband chuckled and brought you closer to him.

You dismissed your children to wash their hands in the bathroom, racing to see who could make it there first.

"What will you make, Mr.chef." You joked.

"'S gonna be a surprise for 'ya." He kisses your temple. "I can watch the kids, go take a nice bath."

"Are you telling me that I smell?"

"No! No, 's not what I meant." He panics. "Go relax, I'll take care of dinner tonight. I know ya've been stressed with work." He mumbles in your hair.

"I was kidding, 'Tsumu." You chuckle. "A bath does sound nice." You hum.

He turned you to face him, he stared lovingly in your eyes with a gigantic smile on his face.

"I. Love. 'Ya." He pecks your lips in between each word, earning a fit of giggles from you.

"I love you too." You roll your eyes. "Don't burn the food." You warn.

"A never burn the food." He retorts.

"Yes you did, remember our last barbecue with Osamu?" You raised a brow.

Atsumu huffs and turns away, the twins had come back running into the kitchen, tearing the two of you apart.

"Mommy's mine!" Kota tugged your leg.

"A met 'er first." Atsumu stuck his tongue out.

"I'll be back." You kissed the twins each on their forehead.

"Where's ma kiss, baby?" You husband catches your arm just as you are about to leave.

"There." You kissed him, already earning retorts from your kids. "Don't burn down the kitchen, please."

With that, you were off upstairs, picking out another set of clothes, along with bath salts, candles, and a book for ultimate relaxation.

You sat at the edge of the tub as the warm water oozed out of the faucet, there weren't a lot of moments that you got to yourself as you became a mother.

So, you'd definitely be taking advantage of this opportunity.

"Hold 'yer horses." Atsumu plucks a wooden spoon out of Kyo's hand. "'Ya can wash these 'fer now." He places vegetables in front of the two.

They cheered and took turns on the step stool to reach the sink.

Atsumu wasn't sure where things went wrong in the recipe, but the meat did look a little weird once it was cooked.

He shrugged it off and added in the vegetables, eventually finishing it and ordered the set of twins to wash their hands once again and wait for him to get you.

You were just finishing getting dressed when Atsumu walked inside the bedroom.

"Aw, I missed the fun." He pouts.

"Oh shut up." You giggle and hit him with your towel.

"Dinner's ready! I think a redeemed ma'self." He stands proudly.

"It smells delicious." You kiss his cheek and head downstairs, finding your boys already sitting at the table.

"Ah, let me do it." Atsumu pulled your chair out for you.

"Thank you."

He set up the table and gave everyone a serving. So far, you didn't notice anything wrong, it smelled good and looked good. So, you can only imagine how good it'll taste.

"We wanna watch 'ya take a bite first." Kota jumps in his seat.

"Yeah! We did so good, mommy." Kyo joined in.

You chuckled and took a spoonful of meat and veggies.

The taste was a little off, something didn't taste right when you bit into the meat.

"Not too bad, right? A should give 'Samu a run 'fer his money." Atsumu grins.

"What's wrong mommy?" Kyo questions with a mouthful of food.

"A think it tastes good." Kota chews.

Atsumu whipped his head towards you, "Is it bad? What's wrong."

"Nothing... the vegetables taste great, but the meat tastes a little off." You scrunch your nose.

"Yeah, the meat was cookin' weird..." He trails off. "'M sorry."

"Hey, no, it's okay." You cheer him up. "I think the meat is bad, but it tastes wonderful."

"Should we jus' order takeout?" Atsumu frowns.

"Ramen!" The twins yell.

"I think so, baby." You cup his cheek. "Tomorrow you can try again, we'll get meat that isn't bad." You chuckle.

He kisses your palm and brings out his phone to order.

"Let's go in the living room!" You say and drag the little ones with you.

"Are we getting ramen?" Kyo asks.

"Yeah, a want ramen!" Kota cheers.

"Yes." You giggle and turn on the tv for them. As soon as they got distracted, you retreated to the kitchen again to check up on your husband and clean the dishes.

"No, let me." Atsumu rushed up as soon as he saw you pick up his plate.

"Baby, it's okay. You worked hard on dinner, at least let me clean up." You pinch his cheek.

"It didn't even turn out good." He sighs. "Let me clean ma mess."

"It wasn't your fault, the meat was just bad." You take the plate from him.

"I'll help 'ya then." He huffs.

The ramen arrived and all was well, the small mishap in the kitchen was forgotten as soon as bedtime came.

"Didja brush 'yer teeth?" Atsumu peeks inside the twins bathroom.

"Yes!" They both say.

"Can we get a bedtime story?" Kota asks as he goes to his bed.

"Can I pick the book?" Kyo says as he makes his way to the shelf.

"Sure, bub." He ruffled his dark hair.

You stood by the doorway after giving them their goodnight kiss, admiring your dear husband reading a story with funny voices that made the room erupt in laughter.

In the midst of the story, they easily fell asleep from their hard work of cooking.

You departed early from the doorway and brushed your teeth. Soon, Atsumu entered in and wrapped his muscular arms around you.

"Tired?" You asked.

"Not really... 'm jus' bummed." He admits.

"Don't be. Really, it came out great, too bad the meat was no good." You frown. "You can redeem yourself tomorrow."

"'Yer right, thanks darlin'." He softly smiles into your neck.

Your stomach was cramping a little before bed, but you ignored it.

The next day, you expected to wake up peacefully, hugging your husband. Instead, it was met with a stomach ache.

Worse than any other cramps you've ever gotten. You groan and let go of Atsumu, who wakes up almost immediately.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong babe?" His voice came out all raspy from waking up abruptly.

"My stomach." Is all you can mutter.

"Here, sit up, drink some water." He reaches over to the nightstand and places the water bottle in the middle of you two.

His hand caressed your back as he helped you sit up.

Immediately something didn't feel right. You felt like everything was coming up all at once, you knew this feeling all too well from being pregnant.

You pulled the hot covers off you and hurry to the bathroom, not even getting enough time to shut it behind you all the way.

"Shit." He mumbles and is now fully awake, trailing after you.

He pulled your hair back for you as you emptied last nights dinner in the toilet.

Once you finished, he helped you stand up and brush your teeth from the nasty puke.

"Are you okay?" His hands still on you. "Are you... pregnant?" A hint of excitement in his voice.

"No." You grumble. "I think I have food poisoning." You spit the toothpaste.

Atsumu has an 'aha' moment, remembering the bad meat from last night, but guilt immediately washes over him.

"'M so sorry, that was ma fault."

"It's okay. I feel a lot better now." You say, wiping your mouth and only holding Atsumu for balance as he guided you back to the bed.

You didn't even bother to go on your side, instead laying in his as he held your hand and kneeled beside the bed.

"Take small sips." He hands you the water bottle.

The door opened and revealed Kota clutching his stomach.

"Daddy, my tummy hurts." He cries.

"Mine too." Kyo followed behind him.

"Let's get you guys to the bathroom." Worry washes over Atsumu.

"No, a need ta lay down." They cry.

Atsumu made sure they weren't going to blow chunks on the bed, offering them a towel just in case.

"I'm so sorry." Atsumu kisses his sons heads.

"They didn't touch the meat much, so I think they'll just have stomach aches." You breathlessly say.

"Do 'ya need anything? A can go to the store 'nd get something. How 'bout-"

"'Tsumu, 'm okay. I feel a lot better now." You say, and weakly squeeze his hand.

He nods his head and lays in the middle of you and the kids, hugging all of you.

The twins eventually fell back asleep, their cramping lessening. He made sure you were asleep as well, you hadn't thrown up since the morning.

He quietly slipped out the room with his phone and dialed his brother. After a few rings, a groggy voice answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey, 'Samu, what d'ya give someone who threw up 'fer breakfast?" Atsumu asks casually. Too casually for Osamu's liking.

"What the hell? Are the twins okay? Who's sick?" Osamu wakes up a little more.

"No, no." Atsumu waved off as if Osamu could see him. "Y/n threw up this mornin' 'nd the kids have tummy aches."

"What happened?"

"... None of 'yer business." Atsumu huffs. Not wanting to tell his chef brother that he gave his wife and kids food poisoning.

*do not steal or plagiarize

#haikyuu x reader #fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! #writing #haikyuu x self insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #hq x reader #hq #miya atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x female reader #miya atsumu x female reader #miya atsumu x reader #hq imagines #hq fluff #hq x female reader #atsumu x you #atsumu haikyuu #miya twins #fypシ゚viral

[heyhelloitsmilo]

Mirror, Mirror.

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moon system x gnc/gender neutral reader

word count: 1225 words

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‼️ this is based on my own experiences being trans/nb, i don't have bottom dysphoria so like, i don't... i don't reference it in this.

❗️ my spanish isn't very good, i'm still learning so a bit of google translate was used! masculine terms used (1)

✨ might be a little ooc its been a hot minute since i've written a fic! i'm also very sad!

⚠️ warnings: dysphoria, self-misgendering, feminine terms used in reference to reader, reference to scars (via top surgery), pre-transition/pre-hrt, show accurate depiction of DID, petnames used (lovingly)

💛 pairings: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, moon system x reader (sorry steven isnt as relevant in this one i promise to make it up later heres an IOU)

💫 summary: dysphoria hits you really hard one evening after your shower and the boys get concerned, remembering your coming out (fluff, comfort)

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You gripped the bathroom counter, water dripping from your skull down your skin, glistening in the fluorescent lights, dropping from your wet hair strands. Your eyes were trained on your chest, almost willing the world and the universe to make them stop existing. The subtle whirring of the bathroom fan only made it easier for you to zone out, staring at your body as it slowly dried, imagining a flat chest and scars in place of the things that made you a woman to everyone else.

You didn't even notice the soft knocks on the bathroom door or the quiet, "You a'right in there?" from Steven outside. You just stood there, the bath mat soaked, mind filled with thoughts about how feminine and womanly your body was, skincare routine and hygiene forgotten.

"Hey, if you're not gonna come out, I'm gonna come in there." Marc's words jolted you out of your trance, face whipping to the door, hands grabbing for a towel to cover yourself.

"Wait, wait wait hold on-!"

"Too late." Marc opened the door, looking at you, halfway through covering your body. His eyes darted across your frame, the rest of the bathroom, landing on your eyes. "Good. You're okay. We were getting worried." His voice was gruff, his words revealing how relieved he was. "...Dysphoria get to you?"

You nodded silently, looking away from the man in front of you, fully wrapping yourself in the towel. You felt... ashamed. Ashamed of your body, that is.

Marc and Steven (and by extension, Jake) had known you pre social transition, loved you and dated you before now. And they stayed after the fact, with Jake finally meeting you after then.

You remember when Steven had stayed up all night, researching and reading on transitioning, practicing and mumbling to himself (and the system) to not misgender you. His efforts hadn't been in vain, with all three of them only slipping up a handful of times. And you appreciated them for it.

You remember the day you came out like it was yesterday.

You'd spent the last few weeks in a crisis, researching, hyperfixating about the things you were experiencing, taking 'Are You Gay?' tests online.

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A knock on the desk jolted you out of your hyperfixation, pulling your attention.

"Hey, baby. About time." Marc pulled up a stool, sitting beside you, taking a quick glance at your laptop. "What's that all about?" He did a vague gesture at your laptop, spying the 'Am I Trans?' quiz open.

"O-oh, nothing, don't worry about it." You quickly closed your tabs, swallowing your saliva. You grimaced at the unconvinced look on Marc's face. "Okay, maybe not nothing."

"Is there something you'd like us to know?"

Marc's words echoed in your ears as you seriously considered his question. You weren't entirely sure how he (let alone Steven) would handle that. But based on his current reaction, he didn't seem all that... surprised? You mean, you'd been a very adamant ally of LGBTQ+ rights, and you'd expressed yourself to potentially be queer, even if you hadn't done any real introspection at that point. But... what if you were faking it? Faking being trans? What if this was all just a phase like so many parents had suggested?

"I mean... maybe. I've been looking into um... potentially being trans." You said softly, the warm light from the lamp gracing yours and Marc's faces. You looked up at Marc, eyes tracing his expression. It didn't look... angry. Or happy. Neutral? Indifferent? Maybe a little confused? His eyes flickered to the window, presumably listening to Steven.

"We love you regardless." Marc spoke finally, leaning in towards you, eye level with you. "We always will." He extended a hand towards you, offering to hold yours. When you put your hand in his, his thumb gently ran across your knuckles, massaging your hand in his. "If you discover that being a man, or being neither a woman or a man, is you, then we'll be right here for you." Marc's voice had a very slight British accent, it seemed Steven was co-conscious, wanting to speak as well.

"I..." You were in a bit of shock. You hadn't really expected anything, but this was simply so warm and comforting that your eyes got misty. "...You really mean that?" You squeezed Marc's (Steven's?) hand gently, tears slowly beginning to well in your eyes.

Marc blinked, his demeanor changing in a split second, nodding quickly. Steven's eyes were soft, his lips curved in a smile. "Really. We always will." His hands held yours so delicately, so lovingly.

"...I think I wanna try using they/them."

"Okay. We can do that for you."

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Marc walked over, putting his hands on your shoulders, straightening your posture. "Stand up straight. Hold your chin up." You complied, keeping the towel loosely wrapped around your form, looking up at Marc. A soft smile played on Marc's lips, his eyes as he looked at you. "There's my darling. C'mon. Come to bed."

You nodded and hung your towel, walking out of the bathroom with him and into your shared bedroom, getting dressed. Wordlessly, you pulled on a sports bra and a pair of your boxers, as well as one of Marc's shirts (which he scoffed playfully at before gesturing to the bed). You shuffled under the covers, trying to forget about the stretch of elastic cloth around your chest, burying your way into the duvet cover.

"Comfy, cariño?" Jake's voice cut through the silence, getting in bed as well and leaning against the headboard. You nodded, looking up at him from your spot in the blankets, extending your hand towards him, taking his hand in yours. "Bueno." His voice was always softer with you, and though you two usually teased and joked around with each other, he knew better in this moment.

The two of you laid there in bed, Jake stroking your hair as you laid your head in his lap, calloused hands massaging your scalp.

"...Te encuentras mejor?" (Are you feeling better?) Jake asked softly and slowly to allow your mind to process the Spanish, hand twirling your hair between his fingers mindlessly.

You nodded, fiddling with the seams on Jake's pants to keep your hands occupied. "Yeah. Thanks guys." The soft fabric of Jake's sweatpants definitely weren't clothes he would typically wear, but there really wasn't time for an outfit change, not when cuddles were involved. You certainly weren't complaining.

"Hey, amor, lean up a minute so I can lie down." You complied, scooting your body off Jake's lap, watching him shuffle down, lying next to you. The two of you looked into each other's eyes, not speaking, before Jake suddenly scooped your body toward's him, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Gotcha." He fluttered soft kisses to your neck and jawline, chuckling as you giggled and squirmed. The kiss-tickle torment ended after a few long moments, Jake just trying to keep the dysphoria off your mind, Marc and Steven watching the both of you.

You wrapped an arm around Jake's waist, not bothering to finagle your other arm under him to properly hold him. You just relaxed in his arms, his hands against the small of your back, rubbing small circles into you. "This is nice." You sighed softly, nestling your face into Jake's chest.

"It really is, amor."

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lets say i mightve been projecting a little

hope you enjoyed!

- milo 💛

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jack lockley #moon system #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #jake lockley x you #fluff #ficlet #cutesy #cuddles #i fucking love fluff #mightve projected a little bit but yknow what thats okay #trans #transnb #transmasc #gender neutral reader #y/n not used #yn not used #gnc #gnc reader #gender neutral terms #dysphoria #heyhelloitsmilo

[diaperdino77]

If you want, answer or try to answer to the following questions, please.

1) Is there anyone who knows that you wear/ like/buy diapers?

2) Has anyone accidentally ever seen you wearing diapers (with nothing else covering them) in a locker rooom, in a public toilet, airport check-in, during a medical visit or anywhere else? If yes, how did he react to this?

3) Has anyone accidentally ever been able to notice you wearing your diapers under your clothes? If yes, what has the reaction been?

4) What are your favourite diapers?

5) Ever worn diapers 24/7?

6) Do you like straitjackets, gags, and adult diapers together?

7) Have you ever been seen while buying adult diapers in a shop? If yes what has been the reaction? Furthermore, how has the cashier reacted?

8) Have you ever bought diapers using internet?

9) Has there ever been anyone who has joked about you wearing diapers? Has there ever been anyone who has made fun of you because you wear diapers?

10) Have you ever been humiliated for you wearing/liking/buying diapers?

11) Have you ever tried reusable/cloth adult diapers? If yes, how are they?

12) When did you wear your first adult diaper? What did you feel?

13) How has being ABDL influenced your social and love relations?

14) How many diaper lovers/ABDL do you know, both online and where you live?

15)Are you more AB or DL?

16) Why do you like/love diapers?

17) Have you ever seen anyone wearing diapers, in a public space (with nothing else covering them)?

18) Have you ever been able to notice anyone wearing diapers under clothes?

19) Have you ever seen anyone while buying adult diapers in a shop?

20) Have you ever worn diapers at job?

1: yes, 3 people know I like diapers. My current girlfriend, my ex girlfriend, and my therapist lol. Couples sex therapist to be specific. Other than that, I have one ABDL friend, my baby bestie @daddysbaby4eva, who knows who I am. And then anyone that my ex may have told I guess lol.

2: no, I haven't worked up the courage to leave the home diapered yet

3: I did wear a pullup once under my clothes in college just to step outside of my dorm room to go to the drinking fountain. I could hear people nearby but I didn't actually see anyone so no one saw me. But it was exhilarating. I also have worn a full diaper under clothes just outside of my house to refill the the bird and squirrel food and a beautiful college girl walked by and looked at me. I don't know if she noticed any bulk or anything though, but I like to think she maybe did

4: My favorite diapers are TryAgains by PretendAgain. I made a post when I first tried them. They make me feel so baby and the color reminds me of pampers. I swear they even have a baby diaper smell like no other abdl diaper has before. My next favorites are Comfy Cubz, Little Kings, and Animooz!! I love cloth backed hehe.

5: I have not gone 24/7 but I do like to wear for a day or two straight when I am home alone and off for the weekend. Usually go through 3 or 4 nappies. I don't do #2 in diapers though so I kinda cheat there. Never tried and don't really think I want to. Just too icky.

6: I've never tried straightjackets, but I like ball gags and diapers sometimes. And I think posts with girls in straight jackets, diapers and gagged are hot :) Love to try it all someday

7: I now order my diapers in the mail but when I used to buy pull ups at stores such as goodnites it was always a rush. I mostly used self checkout and hid the diapers in lots of bags and under stuff but I always felt people were looking and thinking I wear diapers. One younger lady cashier gave me a wierd and almost grinning look once but didn't say anything.

8: lol yes all the time

9: no

10: no, but in a sexual setting or with a dominatrix/mommy I wouldn't mind trying ;)

11: No. It sounds kinda gross honestly. I'd maybe be down to trying it once but I'm not too eager rn. I've played around with a white bath towel before I had actual diapers and kinda wrapped it around me like a nappy but never used it or anything. Just playing around.

12: It was a few years ago when I moved out of my college dorm and into an apartment with some roommates. I don't remember specifically which one was my first but i bought a rearz sample pack. My girlfriend was willing to try it with me then and she actually diapered me while I lay on the bed. It was the best feeling ever when she brought the front down onto me to tape up. UUUGGGHHHH

13: ABDL hasn't influenced my social relations at all because I keep it private so none of my real life friends nor my family know I'm into it. But its greatly influenced my love life. My ex girlfriend took to it quite well and we had many great times playing and exploring abdl back in high school. Just with Goodnites. We both wore together, she was mommy sometimes or we were both baby but mainly we just both wore diapers and were just happy and played and were sexually active in them. My current girlfriend, however, was willing to try it and we had some great times together both in pull ups and abdl diapers, but she decided it ultimately made her uncomfortable and I now keep my abdl life separate from her. She is aware and even suggested I look online for abdl companionship, but she doesn't want anything to do with it. That being said, we do have a ddlg relationship that has aspects of abdl and littlespace for her and we are exploring and developing that.

14: I only know one abdl/diaper lover on a personal level and that's my baby bestie @daddysbaby4eva. There's a few others I've chatted with on fetlife or here on tumblr but the conversations always fizzled out. There's also one person I met on fetlife who lives 30 min from me that likes diapers and being little sometimes, but we also don't talk too often.

15: I would say I am primarily a diaper lover as I just LOVE diapers and wearing them as well as seeing them on people I'm attracted to. Huge turn on. That being said, I very much enjoy littlespace, sexually and also not, and I have been exploring that more in the last few years.

16: I have always loved diapers as long as I can remember. I never wanted to potty train and was in diapers until I was 4. I remember in kindergarten, someone wheeled in a cart of different supplies for some reason and there were diapers on the cart and I felt something in my gut and just craved and wanted them so badly but didn't know why or what it meant. Then as I found the internet and sex I googled "girls in diapers" one day and I've been obsessed ever since. Found the abdl community, found my fetish/kink, and been exploring ever since. I think I love diapers because they are taboo, they are comforting, they are cute and safe and cuddly, and they just bring me pure joy.

17: I have never seen someone wearing just diapers in a public space. I've only ever seen two adults in person wear diapers and they are my ex girlfriend and current girlfriend. I'd love to go to abdl conventions and stores at some point though, such as CapCon and Tykables. I also might try professional dominatrix such as Chicago Illusions.

18: I have not noticed anyone

19: I have not

20: I have not and would not as I keep my personal and professional lives separate from my kink life. But hey, nothing wrong with having a fantasy or two ;)

This was really fun to answer these questions. Please keep em coming!! Thankies!!!

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[strawberryhospice]

hey, if you've skinned furby babies in the past, would it be possible for you to give a rough tutorial? i need to wash a stinky baby and im worried about breaking things since i accidentally hit them with a guitar once and shoved their beak down (i know, talent)

-@furblingsunited (furby sideblog)

The process is more or less the same as a standard 1998 Furby! There are plenty of tutorials on skinning online but the general idea is as follows:

I’ll use Threat here as an example as he’s never been skinned.

Basically, under a Furby’s tail (or mane) should be a little bump covered by fabric. That’s a zip tie! You wanna pick the stitching that covers it then expose the zip tie. The third pic is what it should look like.

Then you cut the zip tie and slip it out of the fabric sleeve! It should come out easily but Dw if it doesn’t. You can still easily slip the skin up/off with it still on!

From there, you gotta slip the skin upward until you see these plastic bits with screws. There should be one on either side of the furby’s faceplate. Unscrew those :3

Then fold up the ears until the ear spoke is exposed. You’ll probably see what Threat has. If you see that spoke type, you can either cut the thread in the middle or fiddle with the ear until it slides out of that opening.

If you see a different type of spoke, just cut the thread.

From there all you need to do is tug the skin off! There will most likely be glue surrounding the ear holes, but don’t worry about tugging it with some force! It won’t damage the Furby’s mechanics or the skin!

And there you go! You’ve got a skinless creature on your hands!

Congrats! Now you can make your Furby baby’s friends watch as it sheds its mortal flesh and is absolved of sin during ✨Bath Time✨!

Additional Washing Advice:

- Furby skin can safely enter the washer, but surround it with things like towels and hoodies so the faceplate doesn’t get banged up!

- DO NOT PUT YOUR FURBY IN THE DRYER!!! THEY WILL MELT!!!!

- Personally, after I put them through the washer, I give them an additional hand-washing ( with conditioner and hand soap ) to ensure they become ✨soft✨.

- I dry mine with a hair dryer but you can also just leave them out for like two days.

#furby #furby fandom #furby community #custom furby #furby 1998 #furby custom #ooak furby #ooak #furby love #furby family

[hollywoodxwhore]

Ours | Chapter Three

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Content/Warnings: Smut (18+), periods/blood, period sex, vomiting from pain (not graphic I promise), swearing, masturbation

Colson

I specifically planned to go to the studio later today so I could wake up with Presley.

Now, awake before her for once, I watch her sleep. She’s so beautiful, especially like this: no makeup, hair loose, wearing nothing but a big t-shirt of mine. Her lips are slightly parted as she breathes. She’s on her stomach, one arm curled up by her head, leg bent at the knee. 

I lay on my side watching her with a soft smile. I know we haven’t been together all that long. It’s only been a couple of months since we started this whole thing, but when you know, you know, and I know Presley is the one. I think she feels it, too. I won’t admit this to anyone, but I’ve been looking at rings. Not in public, of course, mostly just online. I’m in contact with a jeweler and I think I’m going to design one that’s special for Pres. None of the ones already created are good enough. 

As I ponder our future, Presley groans softly in her sleep, brow knitting together. I frown and watch her. She shifts under the blankets and rolls over, kicking the blankets away from her body. My eyes wander down and suddenly, my heart is in my throat. Shit. 

This is totally normal. I’ve had girlfriends before. Periods don’t freak me out. But I know my girl, and I know how insecure she can get about things like this. I swear, the woman doesn’t even shit. She must wait until I’m gone or something. I’ve never even heard her burp. She’s very protective over her bodily functions. Therefore, when she wakes up and discovers she’s bled all over the sheets, she’s going to be upset.

As quietly as I can, I crawl out of bed and sneak into the bathroom. I start a bath and place a towel in the warmer. When I return to the bed, I take in a slow breath and place a hand on her shoulder. I lean down and kiss her head. “Pres,” I whisper. “Baby, wake up.”

Presley shifts and groans again, then opens her eyes slightly, peeking up at me. “Wha?” she asks, voice raspy from sleep, and I have to bite back a smile. 

“Do me a favor and don’t freak out,” I murmur, trying to sound as calm as I can.

“About what?” Presley asks, tensing up.

“Baby, you started your period,” I tell her. 

She blinks, then jerks away from me, looking down at herself. When she spots it, I watch her beautiful eyes widen and then gloss over. “Shit,” she whispers.

“Hey, hey,” I say soothingly, reaching over to cup her jaw. “Baby. I promise you have nothing to worry about.” She whimpers and my heart breaks a little. My poor girl. “You go get in the bath and I’ll clean this up.”

“Colson, no!” she squeaks in horror, her eyes going wide. “You can’t clean up after me. Let me do it.”

“No,” I say firmly and Presley freezes, looking up at me in surprise. My resolve cracks, though, when tears finally spill over and trail down her cheeks. “Oh, Pres,” I say, brow furrowing in anguish. I lean down and kiss her softly on her cheeks, her nose. “Do you love me?”

She nods, eyes wide and worried.

“Great. I love you, too,” I say. “I plan on marrying you someday.” Somehow, those big eyes widen even more and I watch her throat bob as she swallows hard. “I hope you’ll want to have my babies someday, too. The point is, I’m in this thing. A little blood doesn’t scare me.” Quite the opposite, actually. “So get your cute ass in the tub and let me take care of this. Deal?”

Pres blinks and her mouth closes. After a moment, she gives me a dazed nod and lets me help her out of bed. I hand her a wad of toilet paper and then turn around, giving her some privacy. Once I hear the bathroom door snick shut, I rid the bed of the sheets and mattress pad. I hum quietly to myself as I take them to the laundry room. In goes the bleach and detergent. They’ll be good as new before we know it.

In the bedroom again, I tuck fresh sheets onto the mattress, then go into my closet for supplies. Out comes a heating pad and a fuzzy blanket. I don’t know how bad Presley’s periods are; she hasn’t had one around me before. But I know they’re different for every woman, and I want to be prepared. I walk to the bathroom door, listen for a second, and decide she’s fine. 

In the kitchen, I make her a light breakfast of a bagel with cream cheese and a bowl of fresh fruit. I carry it upstairs and then softly knock on the bathroom door. “Baby?”

“Yeah?” Her voice is tight and tearful and my stomach drops. I hate that she’s embarrassed about this.

“Can I come in?” I ask, practically bouncing on my toes with urgency to see her, to make sure she’s okay.

“It’s unlocked,” she says quietly. I let myself in and freeze in my tracks when I spot her. She’s curled up on the bath mat, practically in the fetal position, and she’s wrapped in a towel, skin damp. 

“Pres,” I say, setting her food on the counter and squatting down beside her, putting a hand to her back. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” she whimpers, and fuck if my heart doesn’t squeeze sadly in my chest. 

“What hurts, babe?” I coo, stroking her hair. She’s pale and sweaty, breathing slowly.

“I haven’t had my period in months,” she grits out. “They’re irregular as fuck, but when they do come, they’re - ugh, fuck - they’re awful.” She curls in on herself even further and I frown. 

“I brought you a bagel and some fruit,” I tell her, and she looks up at the counter. I’m hopeful for a second but then she turns green, crawls over to the toilet, and pukes. 

Fuck. Food was not the right thing to do.

Anxiety spikes in my chest even though I’m sure she’s fine. I hurry over and pull her hair back, rubbing her back with my free hand. “It’s okay,” I assure her. 

She flushes the toilet and slumps over the bowl when she’s done. Then, she starts to cry. 

I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. 

I let out a helpless little sound, unsure of what to do. Do I give her space? Do I hold her? The sounds of her cries suddenly answer my question for me and I sit against the wall, hauling her trembling body into my arms. She clings to me, curling her fingers around the material of my shirt, and finally, I’ve done the right thing. Whew. 

I stroke her hair and press a kiss to her clammy forehead. “What do you need, my love?”

“Medicine,” she croaks. “Heating pad. Sleep.”

“That can all be arranged,” I say softly against her hairline. “Will you be able to keep medicine down?”

She nods. “I puked from the pain. Once the meds kick in, I won’t be nauseous anymore,” she explains. Jesus. Throwing up from being in pain. It’s only happened to me once when I was kicked in the balls harder than fuck. It wasn’t pleasant. I can’t imagine it happening multiple times a year. Does this happen to some women every month? Jesus Christ. Women are heroes. 

I kiss her head again and then scoop her up. I pause. “Do you have what you need? A tampon?”

She nods. “I had a box in the cabinet.”

“Okay, good,” I say. I take her to bed and settle her down onto the warm heating pad. She groans softly and curls up. I go to the dresser, find a pair of comfy underwear and a clean shirt of mine, then rush back to the bed to help her dress. Then, I hurry into the bathroom for ibuprofen. She downs 800 milligrams and settles in. I help to settle the heating pad on her belly and slowly, her color returns to normal. 

“That’s better,” she sighs, eyes starting to droop. I pull the blankets up to cover her and then stroke her hair back. God, this is all so domestic and I love every second of it. I love taking care of her.  

“I’m going to give you some space and–” I start, but she interrupts me.

“Wait,” she says, eyes opening fully. Her hand curls around my wrist. “Don’t go.” She looks sheepish. “Please?”

If only she knew how badly I wanted her to beg me to stay. I smile softly and nod, then go around to the other side of the bed and crawl in beside her. She rolls onto her side and I pull her in, curling around her from behind. I cover the heating pad on her stomach with my hand and she sighs at the gentle, warm pressure. I smile and nuzzle in, closing my eyes. 

“Col?” she asks quietly.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” She covers my hand with her own. “Thank you for taking care of me. Sorry about all of this.”

“Pres, I will always take care of you,” I assure her. “I like doing it. Okay? Now, get some sleep.” She nods and settles in, and soon enough, she’s asleep.

I didn’t think I would be able to fall back asleep, but somehow, I’m waking up to an empty bed and a growling stomach. I frown, reaching out for Presley, finding an empty space where she once lay. “Pres?” I call out. I clear the sleep from my throat.

“In here,” she calls from the bathroom. I’m about to jump up when she appears in the doorway. Her hair is wet, her color looks normal, and she looks like my happy, healthy girlfriend. I relax instantly. 

“You okay, baby?” I ask.

Presley nods and walks over to me, crawling into bed beside me. “Much better,” she says as I take her into my arms. “Just disappointed we can’t have sex.”

I’m quiet for a long few moments and she arches a brow, looking up at me. “Who says we can’t?” I ask softly.

Presley blinks those gorgeous jade eyes. “Says…my bleeding vagina?”

I snort a laugh and shake my head. “I don’t think you realize how little I care about that.”

“Really?” Presley asks. “That doesn’t gross you out?”

I swallow hard. “No,” I admit. “I actually…I kinda like it.”

Presley looks at me for a second, then shakes her head and chuckles softly. “You’re a freak. I love you.” She presses a kiss to my lips and I can’t help but smile, pulling her leg across my hips. 

“We’ll just put a towel down,” I say with a casual shrug. My cock is already trying to tent my boxer briefs, pressing against her thigh. 

“Okay,” she says, looking self-conscious. 

“Do you want to?” I ask. “Do you feel comfortable?”

“I’m a little nervous,” she admits, “but I want to. Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”

I curl a hand gently around her throat, applying no pressure but just holding her. “Presley,” I say seriously. “If you’d let me, I’d eat the fuck out of your pussy right now.” Her breath hitches and her pupils widen just slightly. “Does that clear it up?” I ask.

Presley gulps and nods. “Crystal clear,” she practically wheezes. 

I grip her neck just a little bit tighter and bring her mouth to mine. I’m aching for her, hungry for her, and I kiss her hard, tasting the mint of her toothpaste on her breath. I pull her on top of me and before I can get any leverage, she presses her clothed pussy to my dick and grinds down. My breath stutters and I steady my hands on her hips, surprised by the sudden friction. Presley looks down at me, eyes dark, and holy shit, she’s so horny. I can tell. 

“Pres,” I say huskily. “Fuck, baby.”

“I want you,” she practically whines, and suddenly, all of my control is gone. I flip us over so she’s on her back and then I’m between her legs, thighs on both of my shoulders. “Cols–” she tries, but my mouth is already on her, kissing. 

“I won’t go under your panties, I promise,” I rasp. “Please, just. Just let me?” I rest my cheek against her thigh, looking up at her pleadingly. She whimpers and nods quickly, pushing her hand into my hair. My tongue finds her clothed clit and roughs against it, causing Presley to let out a shaky breath. I can’t get enough of her. I kiss and lick and suck and do everything I possibly can through her panties to work her up, and it’s working. She’s writhing above me and begging, keening. 

Finally, I pull back, and shit, I’m way too close. Presley swallows hard and rolls off the bed onto shaky legs. “Let me…I just…let me take this out,” she stammers, and I smirk, knowing I’m the one who has her speech acting up. She stumbles into the bathroom, and moments later, she returns. 

Completely naked.

It never fails: the breath is knocked out of my goddamn lungs every single time I see my girl naked. I can’t help it. She’s perfect. I whine low in my throat at the sight of her, tits slightly bigger than usual, nipple rings glinting in the midday sunshine. I admire the roadmap of her curves, the way her hips slope into her thighs. 

“Get over here, baby,” I rasp, sitting on the edge of the bed. She crawls into my lap and kisses me hard, grinding her pussy against my shaft and I shiver, tensing in pleasure. I reach down and it’s easy to slip right inside of her. Neither of us breathes as she sinks down, the backs of her thighs settling onto the tops of mine. “Fuck, Presley,” I breathe, my head falling back for a moment.

Pres takes advantage, her lips finding my neck, and god dammit, I’m not the one who’s supposed to get weak from getting his neck kissed, but shit, it feels good. I see why girls lose it when their necks are kissed. I groan and close my eyes, letting her kiss me to her heart’s content. My hands settle onto her plush ass and I hold her close, our hearts pounding against one another’s while she adjusts to my size.

Finally, she grinds forward, the wet warmth of her dragging up my shaft. I can’t help but groan, squeezing her ass harder as she moves. I press up onto my toes, thighs lifting upward to angle her differently and she lets out a choked moan as her arms drape around my neck. I place a hand to the back of her neck and pull her in for a hard kiss, teasing my tongue into her mouth.

Every single time she moves, pleasure sparks through me, and I need to get control of this fast before I lose it way too fucking soon. With a growl, I get her onto her back and then cover her frame with my own. My palms find her ass and I press inside her. With my hands gripping her ass, I can pull her hips even closer to mine and grind right against her clit with every thrust. Presley loses it, breath trembling between whimpers and gasps, nails digging into my back. “Colson–” she gasps. “Fuck, baby, so good,” I moan into her neck, devouring the taste of her skin. Something about her feels different when she’s on her period. Maybe it’s all in my head, but she’s even tighter, her body more reactive to my touch. With every thrust, she clenches around me harder than usual, and it’s driving me fucking wild, making me lightheaded. 

I let go of her ass to plant my hands on the bed, pushing myself up slightly, and then I drive into her hard and fast. Our skin slaps together and Presley’s cries hike up in pitch and volume until she’s practically screaming. “That’s it, baby,” I grunt, watching her face, watching her tits bounce. I know they’re sensitive and I growl as I grip one, squeezing it gently. 

“Oh f-fuck!” she cries, back arching almost painfully. “I’m gonna come–”

“That’s it, good girl,” I grit out. “Come for me. Come all over my fucking cock, that’s it.”

My words send my girl over the edge. She screams out, clamping down so hard on my dick that it’s hard to move, but I don’t even care. Her ecstasy is worth it. I duck my head to suck on her nipple while she comes and her hips jerk against me as her orgasm intensifies. “Colson, fuckfuckfuck!” she says, voice high, and I moan around my mouthful of her breast. 

Finally, her rigid body releases, going slack beneath me, and I slow my thrusts. I look down at her, admiring her flushed cheeks and blown pupils and she lets out a breathless laugh. I chuckle too. “You okay?”

“Never better,” she breathes. She lifts her hips, pushing me off her. “Your turn.” I go up on my knees and practically drool when she turns around and arches her back. She looks over her shoulder at me as I move close to her, curling my hands around her hips. I watch every inch of my dick disappear inside her with a shuddering moan. I start to thrust but Presley bears down, stopping me. I arch a brow but then I get it.

My girlfriend starts throwing her ass back like it’s her fucking job.

I’m not even moving as her pussy slides up and down my dick, coating it with her arousal. Her ass smacks against my triple X tattoo with every movement and I’m dizzy with pleasure, unable to do anything but just take it. “Presley,” I wheeze, eyes glued to her ass as she takes me so good. My fingers tighten around her hips as my balls tighten and my stomach knots up. I’m shaking by now, so desperate to let go inside of her. 

Presley moans and whimpers and it’s only turning me on more. “Fuck, Colson,” she gasps. “Come inside me, baby.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I grunt, watching as she slams her ass against me. I’m so close, so fucking close. Any second now, I’m going to completely lose it. When she slides me almost all the way out of her, I see it: her blood on me, and that’s what makes me fucking lose it.

As she backs up again, taking me all the way inside, I shout out and squeeze her hips hard, keeping her against me as I explode. I come so hard that I can feel the way it hits her walls and I go dizzy and slack-jawed with pleasure. It’s such a good orgasm and it lasts longer than most. Finally, I slump over her and curse, letting my forehead fall onto her back. We pant together, sweating and sated until finally, I pull out of her. She hobbles to the bathroom and that’s when I realize we didn’t put a towel down.

There’s no mess, except for on my dick, and I glance at the bathroom door to make sure Presley isn’t standing right there. I look down and bite back a groan at the sight of it. I think I’d hate this with any other girl, but I love Presley, and fuck, I have a thing for blood. Jesus, I already want to come again. I curl my hand around the base of my dick and whimper. “Pres,” I call.

She flushes the toilet, washes her hands, and appears in the doorway. “Yeah?” she asks. Her eyes glaze over when she sees what I’m doing, and she hurries over, crawling onto the bed and sitting on her knees. Her eyes are wide and beautiful as she looks up at me, and when she arches her back and grips her tits, pressing them up, my hips jerk.

“Oh sh-shit,” I stammer, and my hips jerk, splattering a little more cum onto her tits. Completely spent and overstimulated, I collapse onto my back. Presley cleans up in the bathroom again and returns with a warm, wet washcloth. I clean myself off, toss the washcloth at the laundry basket, and go boneless on the bed. Presley giggles and snuggles up beside me.

“Love you, Cols,”  she says, pressing a kiss to my chest.

“I love you, too, fuck,” I groan. “You’re so perfect.” I cup her cheek and kiss her slowly. 

I decide to say fuck the studio. We stay in bed the rest of the day. We order food, watch movies, and fuck again, though this time, it’s slower. More emotional. Never thought I’d like it like that, but with Pres, I’d like anything. My future wife. She’s so goddamn perfect for me.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Destination Relaxation 

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female!reader

Category: Fluff/Comfort

Word count: 1,047

Warnings: None, except there’s one swear word. Also, the reader is not described, but I had a female in mind.

Summary: After a long, hard day at work, you just want to relax and unwind. Thankfully Kenny knows exactly what to do.

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You had just finally gotten home after an extremely long and stressful day at work. You ended up having to stay two hours over thanks to a co-worker sweet talking her way into getting to leave early, leaving you to finish her work along with yours. 

All you wanted to do was go home, have a nice relaxing hot bubble bath, and a glass or two of wine. You knew upon entering the home you share with your longtime boyfriend that he would be in what you called his gaming cave. That’s where he’s been when he’s not rehabbing since he’s come home due to his injuries. 

You set your keys in the little bowl on the table by the door and hang your purse up on the hook above the table. You debate on announcing your arrival but ultimately decided against it, knowing Kenny probably has his headset on playing with some friends online, probably Adam Cole if we’re being honest. 

You make your way up the stairs towards your shared bedroom to grab your bathroom essentials, but before you do that you make a beeline straight for Kenny’s side of the closet to select your favorite and his most comfortable shirt in his whole wardrobe. 

Making your way into the master bath, you hear Kenny so absorbed into his game that he’s shouting into his headset. Despite the dreadful day you’ve had, hearing him so into his game makes you smile. You put your things on the edge of the vanity and place your underwear along with Kenny’s shirt on the vacant hook behind the door. After shutting the door, you turn around and begin to prepare your relaxing bubble bath just the way you like.

Kenny had finally decided to call it quits for the night on his game with Adam. No sooner than he had exited out of the game and taken his headset off, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom two doors down the hall. He gets up from his chair and wonders towards the sound. He doesn’t remember you announcing your arrival, but he does remember your texts from earlier in the day, letting him know you’ll be a few hours late.

Kenny stops at the bathroom door and gently knocks. “Hey baby.” He greets you through the door.

“Hey Ken.” You reply quietly while continuing your nice soak. “I’ll be out in a few more minutes.”

“There’s no need to rush, love. I wanted you to know that I’m all yours for the rest of the night. I’m more than happy to do whatever you want or need. I know how exhausted you are after having to work overtime. When you get out, I can have a glass of wine waiting for you downstairs or maybe I can put your favorite show on?” He suggests, attempting to make sure that your shitty day ends on a good note.

You listen to his ideas and suggestions all while letting out the bath water and drying yourself off with the softest and fluffiest towel you could find. “To be completely honest, both of those sound nice.”

“As you wish, my dear. I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.” Kenny sets off in the direction of the kitchen.

Once you slip Kenny’s shirt on, you instantly feel comforted. The shirt smells like him, and to make it even better it fits you like a dress. You don’t bother tidying the bathroom. You’re too tired and really looking forward to the glass of wine and cuddling up with your sweet man on the couch.

You stop dead in your tracks upon entering the living room. There you see Kenny had the wine on the coffee table, your favorite show on the tv, and the man of your dreams had went the extra mile and dimmed the lights, opting to light a couple candles. The sight brings tears to your eyes.

Kenny hears you coming up behind him. He turns around only to be met with the tears in your eyes. He begins to panic. “Are you alright? What’s wrong? Did I forget something?”

“No.” You whisper. “You didn’t forget anything.” You’re doing your best to blink back tears.

“Then why are you about to cry?” He asks, bringing his hands up to the sides of your face and gently wiping away stray tears with his thumbs.

“This is all just so sweet. It means the world to me that you would do this and that I know I can count on you to make the worst day ever seem not so bad.” You give him a watery smile, staring into his eyes not realizing a few more tears have escaped.

“I’ll always be here for you.” He reminds you before placing a light kiss on your forehead and pulling you into a hug. He has one hand caressing the back of your head and the other hand gently rubbing your back. You burry your face into his chest and wrap your arms around his waist tightly, finally letting the tears fall freely.

After you’ve calmed down, Kenny leads you over to the couch and passes you the glass of wine you so desperately need. You’re curled up into his side as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Wanna talk about your day? Might help.” He offers, always ready to listen to you vent and give advice and opinions when asked.

“No. I just wanna stay like this for a while and forget about the things that happened before this moment.” You respond, taking a sip of wine and snuggling closer into his side and closing your eyes in content.

That’s exactly what Kenny gives you. You’re almost asleep on his chest when he asks, “Will you let me rub your back?”

You nod sitting up and turning away from him. He notices the relaxed look on your face as you adjust yourself on the couch. He knows after a few minutes into the back rub that you’ll be out like a light and he’ll have to carry you to bed. Kenny doesn’t mind one bit. As a matter of fact, he’d do this everyday if it meant you would always be in this state: relaxed, content, comfortable, and loved.

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Chapter Two

Her apartment was equidistant from the diner and Ivy’s school, which she said was the main reason she had chosen it. Four floors up, she put the key in the lock and glanced at him before opening the door.

“Like I said, it’s a mess inside, but…” She shrugged and he smiled.

“Then let’s change that,” he said, waiting for her and Ivy to enter first.

“Put your things down on the table, honey. Then go to the bathroom. I want you to take a bath,” Dana said, rubbing her face.

“Okay, Mommy,” Ivy answered as she took off her backpack, coat and boots, heading toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back. Just… make yourself comfortable. If you can find a spot,” she told him as she gestured around, taking off her own coat and laying it on a chair. Smiling tiredly, she followed Ivy to the bathroom.

Removing his bag from across his body, he set it beside Ivy’s backpack and laid his coat on top of Dana’s. Looking around, he let out a low whistle.

There were piles of laundry covering the entire couch, coffee table, and overstuffed chair in the corner. Blankets, sheets, and clothes, though unfolded, were organized into piles to be sorted and put away effectively.

He heard Ivy and Dana talking as the bathtub water was running and he decided to get started straight away.

Washing his hands in the kitchen, he smiled at the cute plates sitting in the sink. As it was early December, they were of a snowman with a reindeer biting at his carrot nose. The soap pump on the sink was a fat Santa with rosy cheeks and closed eyes from his wide smile. He grinned at it as he finished washing up and reached for a paper towel to dry his hands.

Staring at the fridge with the many magneted colorful and happy pictures stuck to it, he dried his hands thoroughly and tossed the paper towel into the kitchen trash can.

Walking into the living room, he smiled as he saw the bookshelf filled with all of her books. He recognized some they had shared and made a mental note to inquire after ones he saw that he would like to read and discuss with her.

There were also pictures of her and Ivy on the shelves: birthday parties, Christmas, at the beach, sitting in front of a campfire, and sleeping together in bed when Ivy was a small baby.

Smiling again, he turned around and walked to the couch. Starting on a pile of blankets, he began to fold them, placing them into stacks.

Sheets were next and he folded them like he had learned to do from watching a video online. The piles grew as he heard giggles and bare feet running into a room.

“Did you… oh!” Dana said and he turned to look at her. “I didn’t know you were starting already. You didn’t have to yet.”

“I don’t mind. I actually enjoy folding laundry.” She looked at him skeptically and he laughed. “I do, especially linens and things. It’s easy and methodical, blocks out other thoughts and concerns, you know?”

“Yeah, I… I can see that,” she agreed with a nod.

“Mooooommyyyy,” Ivy called and she smiled as she excused herself. He smiled back as he folded pillowcases and another set of sheets before they both came out, Ivy’s hair up in a bright pink head wrap.

“Can I fold the washcloths?” Ivy asked. “Mommy saves those for me.”

“Sure. Want me to make you a pile? Or do you want to find them?”

“Oh… I’ll find them,” she said with a giggle and began to look through the pile of towels, saying gotcha! every time she found one. He laughed and caught Dana’s eye as she watched Ivy with a tired smile.

“Would you like some tea?” she asked and he nodded in agreement. “What kind?”

“I’m fine with whatever,” he said as Ivy giggled when he gently tossed a washcloth at her. She smiled at him and he smiled back with a wink.

“Ivy? Do you want some tea?”

“Yuck! No,” she answered, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head as Dana laughed and Fox smiled.

“Okay. You want some juice? Or chocolate milk?”

“Yes! Chocolate milk, please,” she said with a grin.

“Could I change my order to chocolate milk too?” he asked, glancing over at Dana.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Wait, do you have chocolate syrup? Or is it the powdered stuff?”

“No, it’s syrup, why?”

“Because that’s the best, right Ivy?” he asked and Ivy nodded, folding a washcloth and placing it onto a pile. “Just wanted to be sure you were doing it right.”

“Mommy makes the best chocolate milk,” Ivy said, taking out a washcloth and knocking over the small pile she was working on. “Whoops! She even puts whipped cream and sprinkles on it.”

“Ohhh… then yes please. I’ll have that.” He smiled at Dana and she shook her head with a smile.

“Two chocolate milks coming up.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, Mommy.”

Fox smiled at Ivy as she refolded the washcloths again, her pile not gaining much height, but she did not seem to care, so he would not either.

“Hey, want to help me fold this sheet?”

“Sure!” Ivy said, the washcloths falling over again and landing on the floor. “Whoops!” She picked them up and shoved them onto the couch, not bothering to fold them.

“Okay,” he said with a chuckle, picking up the sheet. “We’re going to each take an end and then spread out. Oh, wait… do you have a stuffed animal you really like?”

“Uh huh!” She smiled and nodded.

“Go grab it and bring it out here.”

“Okay!”

She turned around and ran toward the bedroom. He smiled as he watched her and then looked at Dana who was watching him intently.

“Something my mom used to do with us when my sister and I were little. Hey, look at that- now you know that I have a sibling,” he teased and he heard her exhale, giving him a small smile.

“Got it!” Ivy yelled, running into the room, an obviously very well loved pink and white stuffed panda in her hand.

“Perfect,” he said, gathering the sheet by the corners and making what looked like a parachute. “So, what we’re going to do is…” He opened the sheet and brought it down to her level. “… drop the panda in and we… wait, what’s her name?”

“The panda?”

“Yeah. I feel like we need to be introduced.”

“Oh,” Ivy said with a giggle. “Her name is Pandy.”

“That’s her whole name?” Dana asked and Ivy looked at her, shaking her head with another giggle. “Tell him her whole name. Make sure they are properly introduced.”

“Let’s hear it,” Fox said and Ivy looked back at him, biting her bottom lip as she smiled.

“Her name is Princess Pandy of the Pink Palace. But… I usually just call her Pandy.”

He raised his eyebrows and stared at her and then Dana, looking between them as Dana grinned at him with a nod.

“Well, I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty,” he said, bowing amid Ivy’s giggles. “Princess Pandy, I am Fox Mulder. It’s a privilege to meet you. No, it’s an honor.”

“And to meet you,” Ivy said in a high pitched British accent which made him laugh, glancing at Dana again, who smiled and shrugged slightly.

“Your Highness, would it please you to go for a ride in this sheet of pale pink?”

“Oh, yes please! I would like that a lot,” Ivy said in the same voice.

“Please, enter,” he said, opening the sheet and waiting for Ivy to place the panda inside. “Just slide in your Highness and then Ivy and I will take you for a ride.“

“Hooray!” she cried, dropping the panda inside.

“Fantastic. Okay, so what we will do now is…” He separated the sheet and handed two ends of it to Ivy. “… you take these edges and we will step back until the sheet is taut.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means pulled tight,” he said, stepping back.

“Then why didn’t you just say tight?” she asked him, mirroring his steps.

Dana laughed, covering it with a cough as he looked over at her. She smiled as she glanced at him, taking glasses down from the cupboard.

“Well, I could have, I suppose,” he said, smiling as he shook the sheet a little. “But, I’m a writer and I like to use different words to describe things.”

“You write stories?”

“I do.”

“I write stories in school. I wrote one about a bunny.”

“Really? What was the bunny’s name?”

“It’s Funny.”

“The story is funny? That’s good, I like funny stories.”

“No,” she giggled, shaking her head. “The bunny’s name is Funny.”

“Funny… Bunny?”

“Yup!”

“Oh, I love that, it makes perfect sense.” He smiled at her and she looked down at her panda with a smile.

“What are we going to do with Pandy?”

“Well, Princess Pandy is going to do a few things. First, she is going to swing,” he said, swaying the sheet back and forth and she copied him, rocking on her feet. “We can open the sheet a little and then, if you hold the sheet tight-”

“You mean taut,” Ivy interrupted and again Dana laughed, covering her mouth as she stared at them.

“Right. I meant taut,” he agreed, smiling at both of them. “So we can swing her and then open the sheet a little further and we can make her fly, like this.” Popping the sheet a little, the panda flew up and landed back in the sheet, Ivy gasping and then laughing.

“Do it again!”

So he did, swinging and popping the sheet as she giggled and worked with him to make it happen. He smiled as he watched her enjoying herself and then at Dana as he caught her doing the same. She locked eyes with him and he saw a myriad of expressions cross her face.

“This is so fun,” Ivy said in Pandy’s high voice as they popped the sheet again, his attention pulled away from Dana.

“I’m so happy you’re having a good time, your Highness,” he said, bowing to the panda as Ivy laughed.

“You two ready for your chocolate milks?” Dana asked, shaking the can of whipped cream and spraying it into the glasses.

“Yeah!” Ivy shouted, dropping the sheet and turning around, running to the table to sit and wait.

Fox smiled as he picked up the sheet and placed it on the couch. He walked over to the table, moved his bag and Ivy’s backpack and coat, setting them on the empty chair beside him. As he sat down, Dana brought out their chocolate milks and went back for her tea, before joining them at the table.

“Yum! Thank you, Mommy,” Ivy said, sitting up on her knees to drink out of her pink swirly straw.

“You’re welcome, honey. Use your napkin, okay?”

“I will.”

“How do you like your chocolate milk?” Dana asked him and he smacked his lips in appreciation as he swallowed down a large gulp.

“It’s delicious,” he replied and she smiled as she shook her head.

After they were finished, Ivy scooping out any remaining whipped cream with a spoon, they returned to the task at hand.

Princess Pandy was flown up and down a couple more times and then Ivy went into the bedroom to watch a movie on her tablet.

Fox and Dana made quick work of the linens, not speaking much as they did. Soon the piles of items were ready to be put away and he followed her to the linen closet, his arms full. He waited as she placed her armful of towels away and then took the ones he held, placing them properly in the cupboard.

As he walked past the bedroom, he looked in to see Ivy lying on the top of an elaborate bunk bed. The top half of it was smaller and the frame was painted a light pink. The bottom half, which held a larger bed, was painted white. Two drawers for storage were under the bed and there was a staircase with five steps at the end of the beds, shelves and cubbies built into it, books and toys sitting upon them.

A large fuzzy pink area rug lay in the middle of the room. Two white floor lamps were in opposite corners and a pink bean bag sat under the one large window in the room with light pink curtains framing it. A white dresser with six drawers, three of which were obviously Ivy’s, as they had drawer knobs with pandas wearing a flower crown and holding a pink polka dot heart, rested against a wall.

It was a perfect combination, incorporating the two of them as a team and also as individuals.

“I can only afford the one bedroom, so we have to share,” Dana said, her arms full of more linens. She smiled and he nodded. “This setup saves space, allowing the room to not be too cluttered or full of too much furniture.”

“It’s good. I like it. You’ve given her her own style and form of expression, yet it’s not overwhelmingly hers alone. It’s a good compromise.”

“Thanks,” she said softly, biting her lip and then exhaling. He smiled and touched her arm as she walked to the closet and he went back to the living room to gather more items.

Everything put away, he looked around the living room, wondering what else he could do to help.

“That’s all done,” Dana said as she entered the room, sighing deeply and then yawning. “God, it’s been a long day.”

“I’m sure,” he said, smiling at her.

“Thank you so much for your help. And… for being so good with Ivy. I…” She shook her head and sighed again. “I don’t… aside from men we already know- family members and friends- we don’t have them around.” She did not meet his eye and he smiled softly.

“Considering what happened, I completely understand,” he said quietly and she looked up at him. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Thank you for being easy to trust.”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod and a small smile. “I should probably get going. Give you two a chance to relax and get to bed early.”

“Right,” she agreed, nodding with a smile. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.” He walked to the table and put on his coat before he picked up his bag, putting it over his head and across his body and walking toward the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And the offer still stands. I can watch her for you, if you’d like. I’ll be there anyway, so it’s really not any trouble. She seems like a fun kid.”

“She is,” she said, smiling as she looked toward the bedroom. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m gonna see if I can make other arrangements. If you see me tomorrow, sans child, I will have been successful.” She smiled and he chuckled softly.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ivy?” she called, rolling her neck and sighing.

“Yes, Mommy?”

“Fox is leaving now. Would you like to come and say goodbye?”

A loud thunk was heard and then the sound of feet running quickly across the floor. She slid into the room and made a beeline for him, crashing into him as she threw her arms around him. He raised a surprised face to Dana, who was wearing the same expression.

“Goodbye, Fox. Thank you for playing with me today. Pandy had a very fun time,” Ivy said, her words slightly muffled with her face pressed against him.

“Oh. I had a fun time too. And I’m glad we had a chance to meet.” He pulled back and looked down at Ivy, who grinned up at him. “Thank you for helping with the laundry and the suggestion of the chocolate milk. It really was the best I’ve ever had.”

“Yup, Mommy makes it the best,” she said with a nod and he glanced up at Dana, smiling as he nodded back.

“She does. Well, you two get something to eat and get some rest. See you soon. Goodbye, Miss Ivy. Miss Dana.” He tipped his head at them and patted Ivy’s head as he stepped back.

Reaching out, he unlocked the door and turned the knob, nodding goodbye again. He stepped out into the hall and waved as he left, heading toward the stairs.

As he walked down, he glanced back up and saw Dana standing behind Ivy, who must have run back to her room, as she was now holding Pandy.

“Goodbye, Mister Fox,” she called in Pandy’s high pitched British accent, waving her paw.

“Farewell, your Highness.” He waved back and Ivy giggled, the sound echoing down the stairs. Dana waved with a smile and he nodded once more before he stepped out of sight and continued to the next level.

He left the building, pulling his coat tight around him in the chilly winter air. He smiled nearly the entire way home, thinking of the sound of Ivy’s laughter, the chocolate milk left on her lip as she drank from her glass, her straw eventually laid aside, and the way Dana stared at her so adoringly.

He thought of the happiness and coziness the small apartment held within it and how he had immediately felt welcomed and at home.

Bypassing food, or any thoughts of it, he walked to his apartment, wishing his place held half the charm and warmth that theirs did, but all that greeted him was the bare and rather sterile rooms.

No Santa hand soap pump, no colorful drawings on the fridge, nothing that made him feel that happy feeling he had experienced with them.

With a sigh, he closed and locked his door, took off his bag and coat, and settled in for a quiet and lonely evening.

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