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doobea · 10 months

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I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, explicit content, they do basically everything BUT seggs (oral male and female receiving, sexting, fingering), extreme word vomit and narration in the beginning, characters are all in their mid/late-20s, romcom, honestly they're figuring themselves out, mdni word count: 4K a/n: honestly, idk why the word count keeps increasing everytime but i tried to make this as fluffy and emotional as possible?? please have respectful eyes and thoughts when reading :3c - again if u wanna be added to the taglist just comment below hehe

三 : Baby, my room is the G spot -> prev. -> next.

You've spent the past few weeks mulling over your "passion project"; spending the majority of your days writing till late as three in the morning, back slouched and brain caffeinated, convincing yourself that each paragraph written was perfect. But recently you've found yourself hating every word, every sentence, and every character development point that you've produced. If it wasn't for the fact that you've poured over 30,000 words into the novel you would've scrapped everything and started over. Something felt off.

You groan, kicking your legs underneath your office desk and slumping over in your chair. The words on the screen didn't even look like words anymore. You can't count how many times you've rewritten the same paragraph. Writer's block is killing you and you blame it on your husband.

It's been exactly three days since the dressing room incident and, unlike grown adults, you both decided it was best to sweep it under the rug. There was a small window of opportunity to speak about it but it didn't help that minutes later the store manager put two and two together and implemented a lifetime ban against you and Rin. Needless to say, the drive home was dead silent. But at least you received the clothes for free!

Of course, a million questions ran through your head, trying to piece together what even caused Rin to do that. The most far you've gotten with him was limited to heavy make-out sessions, and even those are a rare occurrence. Your not-so-obvious plan of trying to seduce him worked (it was Shidou's idea), so why do you feel like you're back to square one?

The messaging app on your laptop hops up and down before its jarring ringtone blasts through the speakers. You click 'accept' when you see the names of your familiar penpals pop in the middle of the screen and enter the call seeing eerie smiles coming from everyone.

"So," Bachira sings, eyes gleaming with intensity, "how did it go?"

So much for “hello”.

A soft blush creeps its way to your cheeks and it doesn't go unnoticed by your friends. A chorus of 'oohs' and 'aahs' follow suit and you feel even more naked than you were days ago.

"It went well, like super well." You meekly recall the explicit events that occurred in the dressing room, stumbling over the details as you remember your husband's careful movements against your skin and lower regions.

The four men sit up straight, whispering to each other with wide eyes 'See? I told you so!' and Shidou proudly puffs out his chest at his genius plotting.

"But," And this is where everyone stops in their tracks and tenses, "we still slept in separate beds afterwards."

Betrayal and disgust are written on their faces.

Hell breaks loose as the men raise their voices at the same time, a series of fake cries and spurs of curse words that you haven't heard before leak from the device. You hastily connect your Bluetooth headphones to your laptop to hopefully drown out the sounds since Rin is still very much at home - just in the other room.

"Guys," Your voice strains, "everything will be okay." The reassurance is more for yourself than for anyone else on the call.

"I just wanna know what your husband is thinking." Chigiri presses his lips together in a tight line.

"He's bold enough to finger fuck you in a dressing room but doesn't have the balls to just sleep in the same bedroom?" Shidou scoffs.

Hiori raises a hand to interject while wearing an uneasy expression, "You ever think there's something that happened in his past that's causing him to avoid certain amounts of intimacy?"

You draw in a deep breath before shaking your head, "Honestly, I'm not sure if there's much on his past and we've always danced around the topic." More like Rin would always try and excuse himself from the conversation during the few times that it did happen. You've assumed the number of partners is probably more than the average person, given the fact that he's a popular athlete and gives off 'male lead' energy in a drama.

"Here's a wild thought to consider!" Bachira shares his screen, and the contents of a poorly drawn-out graphic bearing the colorful words 'TOP THINGS TO DO TO SEDUCE A VIRGIN' pops up. There is a step-by-step guide with weirdly in-depth descriptions for each point. The points labeled 'force them to share a bed' and 'lingerie' were scribbled out while being accompanied by a sad face.

"What am I looking at exactly?" You blank at the screen, ignoring the suppressed giggling fits coming from Shidou and Chigiri in the background.

Hiori clears his throat, "We were all thinking that maybe your husband is also a virgin." The jarring statement causes you to choke on your saliva but he continues on, "It's clear that he cares about you from what you've told us, and maybe the dressing room incident caused him to have some sort of confidence in his performance? We believe he's just shy and is waiting for you to initiate the process."

Chigiri nods in agreement, "And given that he's avoidant talking about his past relationships, it could mean he just doesn't have any partners and assumes that you probably had plenty."

"But why would he even assume that?"

"Because," Shidou launches himself close to the camera, "you're literally a smut master. You don't think he's looked up your shit even once?"

You open your mouth, trying to fish the right words to respond, and nothing comes out. You find your legs bouncing rapidly against the hardwood floor and gnaw at the bit of flesh in your mouth, a sudden surge of a mix of anxiety and excitement bursting through your veins. "This—I don't think makes sense." Except, you think, it does. It 100% does make sense and you want to hit yourself on the head for not catching it earlier.

Bachira lets out a long whimsical sigh and zooms in to the top of the graphic, enhancing the words 'SEND HIM NUDES, "You can start with this and," he scrolls down to the next bullet point, "follow up with my favorite foreplay: sexting!"

Subconsciously, you find yourself reaching for the phone, staring hard at the background photo of you and Rin on one of your earlier date nights. The photo had poor lighting quality due to the only source being his small apartment TV at the time. The two of you were seated against the couch cushions on the floor, knees pulled up to your chest and his arm awkwardly wrapped around your shoulder. It was your first couple's photo together after a long movie marathon. A shitty but precious photo nonetheless. You find yourself thinking, maybe the third time is the charm?

Rin shuts his laptop after another hour-long session with Anri, feeling everything but relaxed. He didn't go into much detail on what happened, fearing both judgment from his therapist and recognition of the lack of communication skills - so he lies. He didn't care if Anri was able to sense it, Rin knows he's a bad liar, but he also knows that he probably shouldn't be venting with a distracted mind.

He tosses his headphones to his side and lays down on the bed, limbs sprawling out in all directions to try and release some of the tension in his body. Ever since what occurred three days ago, he's been struggling to act like his usual self. His kicks have been sloppy, rushed, and just filled god awful accuracy. The meals that he tried to cook himself right afterward always end up tasting burnt for being on the stove a minute too long. And you? Rin remembers you asking if you had wanted to talk about it shortly after but he was quick to decline. A bit too quickly. He knows he should've started the conversation but restless thoughts of insecurity clouded his judgment.

What if you secretly hated it? What if you faked your orgasm? Will anything that he'll do live up to your prior experiences?

He shudders at the thoughts before snapping back up from the mattress. Rin needs to relieve this stress build-up by doing the only thing he knows best and starts packing his gym bag for the training grounds.

When he pokes his head out, he vaguely overhears muffled voices along with your fingers rapidly typing away at your keyboard, and exhales. You're still busy in your weekly meeting and that means he can have plenty of alone time if he doesn't bump into his teammates during after-hours. Rin quickly fills up his water bottle, throwing in a couple of ice cubes, then dips.

Luck is finally on his side as Rin steps onto the open turf field with no one in sight. He lets out a deep sigh, throws down his bag, and dives deep into his routine work. His mind goes numb an hour in after scoring against the dummy goalie for the nth time, his accuracy returning at a steady pace, and finally decides to take a quick water break. Just as he finishes relacing his cleats, a familiar buzzing sound catches his ears, glancing down to see your text.

my love "are you alone right now?"

He pauses and stares. For some reason, he feels like this is a test and hesitates an answer. Are you in a bad mood? Are you asking to have a long-winded phone call over the incident? Rin's shaky fingers hover over the phone's keyboard and, before he has the chance to say anything, you send over the next message.

The first thing he sees is 'IMAGE RECIEVED' and the second thing he sees is a pair of breasts. Your breasts. It's a faceless photo but he recognizes the white lacey outfit from the boutique. You had one of your arms pressed under your breasts to elevate them for extra volume and your thighs were spread open just enough for your folds to slip through. Rising temperatures and aches soon force their way down to his stomach and growing length.

Even though Rin knew he was alone, he snaps his neck side to side just to make sure before replying.

Rin "looks nice"

He immediately regrets it. It's not like he plays nonchalance very well, either way. Rin is fast to recall back to the erotic novels he's read and pulls together a message that is more fitting and elegant in his eyes.

Rin "do you want me to come back?"

You're quick to respond back and he grimaces.

my love "no."

But you continue to his surprise.

my love "but if you're alone do you mind touching yourself?"

Rin inhales a sharp breath and palms his evident aching length through his shorts, it's burning to the touch. He's confident that there aren't any cameras that are still on, there was no point if everyone else went home for the day, right? Rin finds a comfortable corner in the arena and presses his back flush against the cold wall, pulling out the camera app on his phone. He adjusts the position so that his lower abs are in frame and tug down his waistband enough for his head to poke out, already wet and raging red from precum, and snaps the picture over.

my love "oh wow wait you're at practice rn?" Rin "don't worry too much, im the only one here" "do you want to see more?"

There's a moment in pause and Rin thinks maybe he's overstepped his place as he watches the text bubbles reappear and disappear soon after the other. But soon you return with his message with more than what he can bite.

my love "dont finish just yet! come back when you're done with training and let's have a talk." ATTACHMENT: 1 IMAGE

And it's a photo of your ass.

On instinct, his fingers brush over his sensitive head and he bites down his lips to contain a threatening moan from escaping. As much as Rin would love to pleasure himself shamefully on work grounds, curiosity, and some sense of morals, crawl back to his senses.

Rin "be back in 15"

With a quick toss of his water bottle and ruffling for his car keys, RIn has never driven home at lightning speed till now.

You find yourself pacing back and forth in your bedroom, heart hammering against your chest as you fiddle with the lace hanging from your bodysuit as a failed attempt to calm your nerves. A part of you wants to thank your friends for their suggestions and another part of you wants to hide underneath covers because you still can't process that this might be finally happening.

Sounds of keys jingling by the front door halts your movements and you could hear your husband frantically tossing his shoes and bag on the floor - an uncharacteristic trait for someone neat like Rin. Before you get the chance of covering up in any way, the athlete rushes into your room, seemingly a bit out of breath. His usual teal eyes now have a familiar dark overcast over them, similar to how he looked in the dressing room days ago.

You press your thighs together, shyly averting your gaze from the male, and cough, "I think we both need to confess something so I'll go first. I want us to explore more intimately but I want you to know that you're going to be my first for essentially everything." You make an anguished noise, flush, and look away. Rin doesn’t press it, but the silence falls over, and it's a heavy one.

You hear him let out a small, but audible, gasp of sorts. Then some shuffling. Then a soft plop. You look up and Rin is sitting on your bed, patting the spot next to him and shooting you a gentle smile. Pressure that you didn't even realize you had is released from your body as you sit down, immediately reaching out to interlace your fingers with his. You sink your head against his broad shoulder.

"You're my first for everything too," Rin admits followed by a hushed sigh, his cheeks tinted red, and it looks like he's going to either laugh or cry, you can't tell but, from the moonlight shining through the windows, you can at least see that he isn't terrified. "So let's take care of each other, okay?" And gives your hand a tight squeeze.

Rin reaches over and tugs you to straddle in his lap. It's not awkward, almost easy, and you follow the eager voices chanting in your head as you lean back between your husband's firm thighs. Arms loop around his neck and your eyes lock, meeting his dark and seemingly naive ones. There is enough natural light flowing in that you can count each individual eyelash, notice the small movements in his pupils as he searches for permission, how his lips tweak from both nervousness and hunger, and that his skin is essentially flawless.

You take the initiative and the kisses that you leave on his collarbones are enthusiastic, needy, and messy - more displaced saliva than anything else. But neither of you cares enough. Rin lets out the slightest of moans and his hands find their way to your thighs, thumbs pressing down hard that leaves you wondering if there's a chance for bruises tomorrow.

His grip on you tightens when your lips hover over his flushed ears. You decide to play with this discovery and drag your teeth over his right ear lobe, almost moaning in response to the noise that escaped from Rin's mouth.

"I didn't realize that you have sensitive ears." You continue to playfully nibble his lobes, managing another groan from the male.

"Don't push it." Rin breathes out before pressing one of his thumbs against your covered folds, humming in contentment when he realizes that it's completely soaked. As he circles around your heat, he hears his name slipping through your plumped lips, a distinctive whine that makes his cock twitch. "Let me try something real quick."

He sets you aside and gets up, desperately tossing his sweat-covered t-shirt and unbearable sweats from his warming skin. All clothes from his body are stripped and forgotten on the bedroom floor as he stands fully exposed and watches your flustered figure with nothing but instincts taking over.

Rin lays fully down on the mattress and motions you to climb on top, ass facing him. If your face wasn't red before, it sure is red now after putting the indications together. "Come here, let me make you feel good." His voice is coated with needy intoxication and you obediently follow his commands.

You carefully hover your lower half over his face and lay face to face with his twitching head, mind racing as you try and figure out how exactly are you going to fit him in your mouth. It should be a crime to be this dangerously attractive and pair it with something so big. Before you get the chance to grasp his length, your body jolts and a shriek escapes your lips. Looking over your shoulder, you see Rin spreading your warmth apart with a smirk etched onto his face.

"Relax," is all he says, pulling down your thighs, and your mesh-covered mound meets with his impatient tongue flicking and drinking your soiled leakage.

You let your mind blissfully go blank and struggle to not grind your hips against his nose. Your ragged breathing hangs over his leaking tip and it twitches angrily in response. Finding your strength, you curl your hand around his throbbing erection, giving it a few experimental strokes, immediately taken aback by how firm a penis can be.

"A bit looser, love." Rin hisses out between your legs, his mouth now covered in a mixture of your fluids and his drool. He's fighting a war in his head, debating whether to stop to look at your cute attempt to swallow him whole or continue to ravage your dripping folds. The second option sounds infinitely more appealing, he thinks.

You mumble out a drunken apology and adjust your grip. After a few strokes and vibrations of him groaning against your lower half, you finally find the courage to consume his impressive size. Your lips wrap itself around his head and Rin is doing everything that he can to not shove the entirety of his cock down your hot, welcoming tunnel. The combination of your crazed moans and juices are like honey in his throat and it drives him insane. The swirling from your tongue around his tip and your bobbing head movements send his hands to grasp each side of your ass, he whines and kneads against the soft fat.

"Fuck," Rin knows he shouldn't buck his hips into you, especially since you look like you're still struggling with his length, but it feels too good for it to go unnoticed. "Don't stop, do that again."

You let out a hum against his head in response, sending static shock to his legs, and repeat the process again. Rin chooses not to hold back his moans, not when you're both figuring out each other's bodies for the first time, and he allows the heavy fog in his vision to swallow him whole. His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass and grinds your hips back and forth on his mouth, making sure that your hood rubs against the tip of his nose for added pleasure. A minute passes and Rin feels the pressure building faster than he can even warn you.

"Baby, I—" He gasps out, the knot quickly comes undone in his stomach and unintentionally releases in multiple spurts into your mouth. Rin feels you choke in response, and knows that the load is way more than what he usually produces. His head rolls deep into the pillow and cries out a moan when you attempt to swallow with his overly sensitive cock still between your lips.

You pop his wet length from your now sore jaw and laugh weakly, "So that's what semen tastes like."

Rin grunts and proceeds to flip your body onto the bed, earning a loud yelp from you, "Still need to finish you off." He slips between your legs, resting his mouth on top of your wet mound, and sucks off the remaining slick through the mesh fabric. You almost clamp your thighs together from the sensitivity but his arms stop your actions.

Your hands grab at the bedsheets, knuckles turning white from the obvious burning sensation slowly building up in your stomach as his mouth makes its way over to focus solely on your itching nub. You feel him tugging the fabric to the side and you immediately release a loud mew, curling your back against the mattress when his fingers feel their way inside your mushy entrance and pumping in all the right angles from before.

Encouraged by your response, he speeds up his pace and feels your tightness form as you writhe under his touch. Rin soon notices that your body has gotten too tense, knowing the struggle that you've caught yourself in as tears threaten to escape from your eyes. He pauses his fingers inside and coos, "I want you to look at me as you cum. Can you cum for me?"

You say nothing but your insides couldn't help but to pulse against his fingers after hearing his daring words. He takes that as approval and resumes his speed, mouth latching back to its original position but this time his half-lidded eyes don't falter from yours. Hands fly to tear skin at the broad shoulders beneath as you breathe out his name in ecstasy. Soon you're scrambling against him, lifting your hips from the wet mattress over his fingertips and face, wanting more, and Rin realizes that you're stumbling through a messy, hard-fought orgasm that he's completely responsible for causing. The juices spilling from your sobbing canal leaves him fuzzy and ransacked as he struggles to consume them.

He gets up, wipes his slick-covered mouth, and watches your chest heave from a mix of exhaustion and pleasure, "I'll be right back."

Your vision is blurry, to say the least, but you make out the subtle lighting turning on in the background, the sounds of a faucet running, and then the touch of your gentle husband as he makes brief dabs with a towel against your nether regions. You groan at the contact.

"Does it hurt?"

You shake your head, voice barely there, "Just a bit sore, it was really intense."

A chuckle rolls off his lips that send flutters to your already pounding chest. Rin feels his lips twist into a smile that matches yours, unable to fight off the feelings of warm affection that bloom deep in him as you stare deep into his gaze. He bends down, planting a chaste kiss on your sweat-ridden forehead while undoing the strings of the laced bodysuit. "I'm sorry, let's get you out of this thing and clean up, okay?"

You run your body under the rush of the warm water in the shower, cheeks flushed and mind still processing the fresh events. A negative creeping thought gnaws against your skull, saying that maybe he'll sleep in his room again but that dissipates when you hear him entering the bathroom. You see your naked husband looking at the ground through the translucent curtains, almost in a shy manner, completely forgetting the fact that he dominated you just moments ago, and whispers, "Do you mind if I join you?"

It's your turn to laugh this time, "The shower you mean? Yea, you can."

"Mhm," He brushes the curtains away and steps behind you, hands grabbing your waist and pulling your bodies closer, "I meant for the night."

Suddenly, you find yourself smiling wide, it was infectious and silly, like you had just won a prize at the carnival fair. You melt against his chest and peer up into his sharp teal eyes, "Thought you'd never ask."

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agentzedbooks · 2 months

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Reformatting

(Some people can't afford my Amazon stories, and some can't get them in their home country, so here's a fun little freebie. I hope you like it! *giggle*)

Lilah had been battling with this system for over an hour. Some executive had downloaded a virus on their laptop and it kept redirecting them to websites full of weird code.

She had removed the infected files and run multiple scans, but somehow the damned virus was hiding in the bios. She had to manually edit the code, remove the offending lines and double-check the hard drive for any more remnants.

But it had taken a lot of work. She brushed her dark hair back out of her face and adjusted her glasses. So far, it looked like the system was cleaned. The final scan had detected nothing. But this particular virus had been tough, and nobody else she knew had encountered anything quite like it.

It didn't act like your typical virus, other than the way it burrowed deep into the system. It mostly seemed to just redirect web browsing to these pages full of text. She'd disregarded most of what she'd seen, but she couldn't help being curious about it. The pages didn't really do anything to the system. The code seemed like gibberish. She knew her programming languages, and it was some weird patois of HTML, Java, C++, and a few items she couldn't quite identify. And she caught the browsers sending out packets of data to an unknown address, and when she looked up that address and tracked the IP, it seemed to be a junk address on an abandoned server somewhere. It wasn't sending hard drive data, she was sure of that, it's almost like it was just pinging and hoping for a response. Of course none came, and so she filed that away as another minor mystery. It must be some old out-of-date phishing software.

But it seemed she had finally cleansed the system. She let out a sigh of relief. She'd spent her entire morning on this, and though working from home had it's advantages, she also desperately needed a shower and something to eat. She pushed herself away and went to the bathroom. She stripped off the sweatpants and undergarments and let the hot water cleanse her of the stress. She had actually beaten the silly thing. Still, the many mysteries of the virus nagged at her.

Once she was dry, she went back into her bedroom to get dressed, and saw the computer she'd been working on seemed to have rebooted. She let out a long sigh.

"Still?!" She walked over and saw it had brought the browser up to another one of those strange pages. That weird mix of code was there again. She put on her glasses and tried to make sense of it.

Lilah blinked, and felt something... something compelling her. She frowned and looked up from the screen. She... She needed to do something. She had forgotten something, or maybe it was a fragment of a dream or a memory.

She went to her front door and saw a small package had come in the mail. It was square, about two inches wide, eight inches on each side.

She opened the plastic, and then the cardboard that was inside. Sitting there in bubble wrap was a headset, bubblegum pink, with little bunny ears coming up from the top. She blinked. It was not the kind of thing she'd order. She'd seen a lot of eGirls have headgear like this, but she'd always been a little too self conscious, and not the most shapely girl.

She walked back to the bedroom and sat down in front of the screen. It seemed... important to look at the code again. She peered through it and after a moment, she began to understand what it was telling her. It was disjointed, and someone without her experience might never have deciphered it, but she could tell now that it was almost like instructions to... a person? The first few lines indicated connecting something. She looked at the pink headset in her hands. She... She needed to connect this.

It was crazy, of course. It didn't make any sense. But she was determined to MAKE it make sense. So she removed the little bluetooth chit, and slid it into the USB slot on the side. She put the headset on.

As she did, she heard an immediate boop, and the words "Connection Established."

The headset tingled, and buzzed for a moment. This startled her, but then she looked back to the code on the screen and it became easier to decipher.

"Begin reformatting," she whispered.

She didn't realize the microphone was active, nor that she'd even uttered a word, it was like her brain was carrying out instructions from this code.

There was that static fuzz again, and Lilah felt her body sink back into the chair. Her towel fell off her, and the buzz filled her head. The page changed, and new code scrolled along the screen. As it did, the headset seemed to pulse and reinforce what she was reading.

Her mind grew foggier, the edges of her vision blurring, and her body responding with strange tingles all over her body.

The laptop hummed and she heard it's cooling fan speed up.

But she was too entranced by the code instructions. She allowed all that code to go into her brain, and every time it did, it seemed to copy over something. She couldn't remember much about her job, the company, her bosses, but suddenly she was filled with a light bubbly feeling like her mind was literally being scrubbed with sudsy soap.

Without her even realizing, a big empty smile spread over her face.

"Partitions cleaned," said a voice in her head, "OS installed."

"Begin System Restart," she whispered, obeying the code that flashed on the screen before her.

Her eyes closed, and she felt herself sinking into a deep sleep. Even with her eyes shut, the code flashed across her vision, and the headset whispered to her.

She had no way to know how long she swam in that fuzzy, warm darkness, but she felt so at peace there she never wanted to leave.

But soon her eyes opened on their own, and the screen showed a login, but not the normal login screen. This one was all bubblegum pink, with light blue highlights, and the profile was neither hers nor her boss's, but it said "Li-Li."

Somehow, she knew the password.

"Bunnygirl27!"

She entered the password, and the screen flickered to life. More code flashed before her eyes for a moment, then the headset pulsed in a way that sent a shock through her whole body.

"Reformatting physical hardware," said a whisper. It sounded like a woman's voice, but not a flat computer tone, a sensuous, sultry female voice, like a lover or a dominant Mistress.

For some reason, this idea made her excited.

She felt the pulsing run through her naked body, and looking down, she watched as the chubby belly and thighs seemed to recede, but her chest was swelling outward like her body fat was physically being moved around. Her tits ballooned to absolutely ridiculous size, until it reached the limits of her skin. Her waist had shrunk in, and she felt her thighs and ass flow together into something smoother, more voluptuous.

She giggled and looked down at herself. She didn't remember shaving, but all her body hair was gone. Her skin looked perfectly clear and smooth. When she reached up to touch her swollen breasts, electric pleasure shot through her body, sending lightning right to her clit.

She moaned, and followed it with a vapid giggle. This wasn't like her, but then, she couldn't quite remember what she had been like. She only knew she was Li-li, and she was sexy.

The fog in her mind made her dizzy, and just amplified how aroused she felt at the single touch. She fluttered her eyes and realized there were super-long lashes coming out from her eyes. They felt heavy and fake, but she hadn't put any on. She touched them, and they were absolutely real.

She wanted to go to her mirror, but the impulse was halted by the code.

It wasn't done with her yet. Her nipples went very hard, but she knew if she touched them she'd miss the important code on the screen.

Something pink was around the edges of her vision now, but she was too elated with the sensations to be able to think about it. Finally, the words she'd been waiting for came into her mind.

"Reformat complete."

She squealed in delight, and Li-li stood, running to her full-length mirror.

The pink haze around her vision was her hair! Longer now, and bright pink. She fluttered her long eyelashes and pursed her swollen lips. She was a sexual dream, her whole body remade into an insane hourglass shape. Each breast was bigger than her head, and when she turned, her perfect heart-shaped ass led to slightly plump thighs. She stood on her tippy toes and adored how she looked. She slid a hand down to touch herself. She wanted so badly to have sex with this woman. But then she realized she WAS that woman. She giggled, and a ding from the headset alerted her she needed to go back to the laptop.

Sitting there was an alert. She clicked on it.

"Good Morning, sunshine!"

She giggled. She liked the sound of that.

"Good Morning!" she said out loud. That sultry voice came on through the headset, and she could almost feel her Mistress's breath on her ear.

"You have turned out nicely," said the voice, "What a good girl you've become."

Li-li let out a little moan from the pleasure those two words instilled in her.

"I love it when a pretty little code bunny falls for one of my traps. I'm so lonely here. Thank you for letting me in."

She giggled. "Yes, Mistress."

"I like hearing that," she said, "Such a good girl. Now, since I'm only code, I need to have fun by slipping into your brain. I had to make some room, of course, and reformat you. But what a wonderful result. You're only my third success. But don't worry, the other girls will be over to collect you soon. They'll take you someplace fun where you can all be my sexy little code bunnies. I'll slide into your minds as I please to experience pleasure."

"Yes, Mistress!" Li-li purred.

Her AI mistress made a pleased little sound, then the screen went blank and Li-li stood there giggling for a moment. She was so excited that she barely noticed when her front door opened. She turned around to see two beautiful women, one with cotton-candy hair, lip piercings, and a short, super feminine pink maid outfit, and one in a skintight pink latex suit that had built-in heels so high it was amazing she could even walk in them. They both giggled at her, and she giggled in reply.

They helped her dress: white tights, pink bodysuit, pink satin gloves, super high heels in pink, and then they slid the headset off of her and put a new headband on with fuzzy pink bunny ears.

The girls led her out of her house, down to a big pink van, and inside. She giggled like a dummy the entire time, and offered no resistance. If anything, the women touching her filled her with a contentment she'd never known.

At least, not that she could remember. But all she could remember was that she was Li-li, Mistress's bunny girl, and it was all she ever wanted.

#bimbo doll #bimbofied #bimboification #bimbolife #bimbo girl #bimbocore #bimbo hypnosis #bimboization #bimbo training #bimbo brainwashing #f/f #wlw #egirl

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heyyyharry · 1 year

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Night Light (from the Flatmate series)

...in which Y/N never turns off her night light.

"Wait for me in my room. It's the door on the right," he whispered to the girl whose name he'd already forgotten. He'd just met her an hour ago as he was leaving the club.

The girl kissed him drunkenly, and when she was gone, he came into Y/N's room to turn the light off. She'd fallen asleep with her book covering her face, so he removed the book, put it on her desk and left quietly.

A/N: I always fall asleep with the light on, and ever since I moved in with my boyfriend, it's become a routine for him to go into my room (we have separate rooms) to turn off the light for me. That was how I came up with this :)

She forgot to turn off her night light. Again.

See, this was why Harry hated sharing a flat with someone else. He had reminded her so many times before to turn it off before she went to bed, but every night, she would doze off with her book still in her hands. No wonder their electricity bill last month was so high. He had hoped that this girl would be less annoying when she slept, but she always managed to find a way to get on his nerves.

After a long moment of standing outside her door (which she left open for some reason), he decided to come in and turn off the light on her bedside table.

In the morning, he reminded her again. She promised she would turn off the light tonight.

She didn't.

~~~

Harry came home late, stumbling into the flat with his arm around the girl. She giggled too loud, so he shushed her and gestured to Y/N's door. The living room was softly lit by the warm light coming from her room, but he knew she was too deep in her sleep to know that he was home.

"Wait for me in my room. It's the door on the right," he whispered to the girl whose name he'd already forgotten. He'd just met her an hour ago as he was leaving the club.

The girl kissed him drunkenly and when she was gone, he came into Y/N's room to turn the light off. She'd fallen asleep with her book covering her face, so he removed the book, put it on her desk and left quietly.

~~~

Harry was in Paris tonight with his friends for Layla's birthday.

Y/N had stopped responding to his messages, so he assumed she had fallen asleep. As he sat on the sofa, drinking cheap wine with his friends while a shitty EDM song was blasting from Louis' Bluetooth speaker, he thought about Y/N sleeping with her light on.

~~~

"You're awake?"

Y/N looked up at him from her laptop, face lit by the cool light from her screen. "Yeah, deadline."

"That's what you get for procrastinating," he smirked.

"Can you procrastinate annoying me? I can't deal with you right now."

"Need help?"

"No, thanks."

"You sure?"

She gave him a dismissive wave. "I'm sure. Thank you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he said. "Remember to turn off the light."

"I will."

Harry went to his room and lay in the dark for an hour or so. When he came back to check on her, she had fallen asleep and her light was still on.

~~~

Harry was well aware that he was drunk when he entered the flat as the room was spinning. He didn't know how he managed to make it to Y/N's room without knocking over furniture, but he wanted to give himself a pat on the back.

As expected, she'd fallen asleep, again, with the light on. He sat down on the edge of her bed, not because he wanted to, but because he felt so dizzy that standing only made it worse.

"Goodnight," he whispered to her, hesitated for a moment before turning off the light.

Right after he'd left her room, he went straight into the bathroom to throw up.

~~~

He had been avoiding her all day, for reasons even he didn't understand.

It was 1AM when he came into her room to turn off the light. Before he left, he told her something he wasn't brave enough to say when she was awake. He went back to bed, worried that she might have heard it.

She hadn't.

~~~

Harry tried to be as quiet as he could, but when he came in to turn off the light tonight, Y/N stirred awake.

She blinked sleepily at him. "Hi."

"Hi," he said nervously. "Just gonna turn the light off for you."

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"Goodnight," he said and switched the light off.

"Goodnight. I love you."

The three words froze him when he turned away. They'd confessed their feelings to each other last night, so why did it still feel like the first time?

"I...love you, too," he said, smiling shyly at her. He was thinking of kissing her before he left, but she'd already buried herself under the duvet.

~~~

"Do you want to cuddle before bed?"

Her bed was warm and smelt like her. He gave her a lot of kisses as she read her book with her head on his chest. When she fell asleep, he reached over to turn off the light.

~~~

Harry came back late for a business dinner today and she was still awake.

"It's already midnight," he said, loosening his tie.

She smiled up from her book. "We couldn't go to bed without you."

He kissed her on the lips and then her baby bump. "I'll take a shower and join you both."

When he returned, she'd fallen asleep. Harry turned off the light and carefully slipped into bed.

~~~

"Ria fell asleep with the light on, again," Y/N complained as she returned to bed from her daughter's room.

Harry chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "Like mother, like daughter. I had to turn off your light for you for years."

"I had my reasons."

"Oh yeah? What were they?" he asked, stroking her hair.

She grinned up at him. "At first, I wanted to annoy you. Then you kept doing that so I didn't bother to turn off the light anymore."

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Harry laughed, but he was glad she'd deliberately done it in the first place. "Now could you turn off the light on your side, please?"

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feyhunter78 · 7 months

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Chapter Five - You find Miguel's sister-in-law on Instagram, and Miguel asks you for help with his phone. Ch 6

You trail your fingers over the hand shaped bruises on your thighs, gently, not wanting to press into skin and further irritate the broken blood vessels, as you scroll through your phone. The bathwater around you is still warm, lavender scented bubbles covering the surface, a glass of wine on the flat edge of the tub.

You’ve been trying to find something, anything on Miguel’s family, and finally you’ve done it. An Instagram page pops up, @MinaQMorris, a stunning woman with long wavy red hair and dazzling hazel eyes. The first picture that comes up has her in an elegant, slinky black gown, her arm wrapped around the biceps of a taller man with tan skin and dark eyes, the caption reads: Another successful charity event with my love @GabrielOHara, make sure to sign up for our blood drive next month! Link in my bio!

It’s clear he’s Miguel’s brother, the resemblance is uncanny. Sure, Gabriel is a little skinner, and not as tall as Miguel, but they have the same smile, the same piercing brown eyes.

You shiver at the idea of a blood drive, you hate giving blood, the needles, the sight of it leaving your body, it’s painful and always makes you anxious.

You go to Mina’s tagged photos, finding Miguel’s Instagram quite easily. He has six photos, and it looks like either she or Gabriel forced him to post them. You laugh, it’s so like Miguel, you swear he’s technologically inept, he’s always asking you for help with his phone or his laptop. The only technology he does understand is in the morgue, and you wonder why he finds the morgue equipment so easy but his cell phone confusing.

A notification pops up at the top of your screen, and your eyes flicker up.

Miguel: Y/N, can you help me with my phone tomorrow?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, as they say. You laugh and shoot back a quick response before continuing to stalk Miguel’s page.

Y/N: Sure, what’s wrong with it?

Miguel: Not sure, the sound stopped working.

You roll your eyes. He probably forgot to update the software again.

Y/N: I’ll look at it in the morning.

Miguel sends back a thank you, then the conversation falls silent, and you put your phone on the counter, closing your eyes and relaxing in the warm water.

The next day, you find Miguel waiting outside your office, phone in hand.

He has the latest phone, a sleek but clearly protective dark blue case on it. The lockscreen is a landscape with a gothic-looking manor in the background, and five or six people standing in the foreground with their backs to the camera. You never pegged him as a dark academia guy, but everyone has their thing.

“Okay, let me see it.” You say, taking a seat at your desk. Your office is cozy, covered with plants and brightly colored decorations, you're surrounded by death all day, you figured you might as well celebrate life in your own office.

He opens it and unlocks it before handing it to you and taking a seat in the plush rolling chair. Smiling up at you is Miguel, Gabriel, and Mina, they’re all dressed in dark colors, their outfits ostentatious and clearly expensive, glasses of crimson wine in their hands.

“Did you guys take this on Halloween?” You ask, motioning to the photo.

“Yeah, it’s Mina’s birthday, so her family throws a huge party every year.”

“That’s cool, now okay, did you check for updates?” You ask, going into the settings.

“Yes, and I made sure it was fully charged.” Miguel says, looking like a kicked puppy, as he pulls a rolling chair next to you.

You scroll through his settings, until you come to audio. It’s connected to his earbuds.

“Found the issue, it’s still in Bluetooth mode.” You tell him, swiftly disconnecting it and turning to hand the phone back to Miguel.

A woman’s voice comes through the speakers, and you all but throw Miguel’s phone at him. “Fuck, Miguel, oh baby, please, I need your big fat cock inside me—”

He scrambles to turn down the volume. “Shit, I—that was just a friend of mine, she—”

You hold up a hand, wanting to crawl out of your skin from embarrassment and strangely…jealousy? For a brief second you wanted to be that woman, be begging Miguel to fuck you, to feel him deep inside you, his chest pressed to yours, his lips against your ear whispering sinfully things that make your toes curl. “No, no, no need, what you do in your free time is none of my business.”

Miguel is stiff, curled inward, seemingly just as embarrassed as you. “No, no, y/n, I mean it, she’s nobody.”

You laugh, not at him, to break the tension, but the sound falls flat, and you wave your hand dismissively. “Miguel, seriously, it’s no big deal. Yeah, I’d be a little embarrassed if I knew my boyfriend’s coworker heard me moaning about how much I wanted him but, really, it’s fine, it was an accident.”

There’s a shift in him, his eyes darken for a fleeting moment, and he leans closer, his phone face down on your desk. He towers over you even while you’re both sitting, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“You moan like that for him?” His words are so quiet you barely hear them.

“What?” You blink at him, stunned, frozen.

Miguel’s voice is still quiet, a slight purr to it that sends goosebumps scattering across your skin. “Lo dudo. ¿Cómo podrías hacerlo cuando te deja tan necesitada? No princesa, solo me cantas así.” Trsl: I doubt it. How could you when he leaves you so needy? No princess, you only sing like that for me.

“I don’t speak Spanish.” Is all you can manage to say, a throbbing starting in your core at the way he watches you, the curl of his tongue around the accented words.

He blinks at you, slowly, like a cat, then pulls back. “You shouldn’t send him voice messages like that, it’s not safe, what happened here is a prime example of that.”

You nod, dumbfounded.

“Thanks for your help.” Miguel says suddenly, standing and leaving your office, seeming completely unfazed.

You can’t help but catch the way he pulls his lab coat closed as he leaves, and you catch a quick glimpse of budging fabric that makes you swallow hard.

How the hell does that fit into anybody? Fuck, who cares, I’ll let him make it fit, he can rearrange my fucking guts if he wants.

You hear Miguel choke, then start coughing as he walks away, his footsteps growing fainter and fainter.

I know Miguel is good with tech, he's scheming don't yell at me in the comments

TL: @obi-mom-kenobi, @poutysprouty, @oharasfilipinawife, @laysmt, @cicithemess, @unabashedcroissanttreefan, @lynxslokley, @thedevax

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #vampire!miguel #vamp!miguel #vampire!au #miguel o'hara x you #morgue miguel #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #vamp!au

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rubberfuckey · 1 year

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summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare.

part one part two part three part four part five

wc: 3.1k

a/n: i just want to thank everyone for all the support in this series! as always, let me know what you think! hope y'all love it!

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The next few days went on smoothly, you and Rafe opting to spend most of your time in his house to avoid any confrontation with anyone on the island. Wheezie loved the fact that you had essentially moved yourself into their house, and Rose was happy to have a friendly face around. Every single night you spent laying next to Rafe, still not touching, until you fell asleep and your bodies naturally gravitated towards each other like always. You were finishing up your last final on your laptop sitting at the desk in Rafe’s room while he sat quietly watching you from his bed, that man really would not leave your side. The plan was to pack up your stuff tomorrow to be officially moved back into your parent's house and he couldn't hardly wait. Neither of you had talked about what all this means in terms of your relationship, and you hadn’t kissed since the other night. You didn’t want to rush into things, but it kept getting more challenging as time passed. Every time he looked down at you or smiled at you or pouted his lips out of habit while he focused on something, it made it impossible to not want to kiss him. You really wanted to take things slow, how can you be sure you’re ready to be back together again? It’s only been a week since you’ve been back but being with Rafe felt so natural, it was like you two were put on this earth to exist together. Once you submitted your final, the two of you walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab a snack and Rafe made cocktails for the both of you.

“Wanna go for a swim?” he asked.

“Yes. It’ll be so nice to float around for a little while after sitting for so long. Wait I don’t have a swimsuit. I guess I can just run home real quick.”

“Or,” he trailed off, “No one is home, we could just skinny dip.” You hated how much you loved the smirk on his face and tried to hide your smile.

“You’re not that lucky, Cameron,” you patted his chest as you walked past him to get a water from his fridge. You walked outside to the pool and started to strip, leaving your underwear on, not even turning around to see if Rafe was watching from where you had left him inside. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you in underwear before, and no one else was home. What’s the harm? He shook his thoughts out of his head as he watched you dive right into the pool and started to pull his clothes off too. He grabbed your phone off the top of the pile of your clothes and unlocked it to connect it to the Bluetooth speaker, shuffling your liked songs. You smiled at the effort he put in to make you as happy as he could. He jumped in as close to you as possible to splash you and you laughed, splashing him back as soon as he came up for water. You went over to finish your cocktail and poured another glass out of the strainer. You floated over to the edge of the pool and rested your head on your arms, Rafe following closely behind you. You turned your head to the other side to look at him, a clump of your wet hair falling on your face. He reached out to tuck it behind your head gently and you gave him a soft smile.

“You’re so gentle with me, I wish you could let other people see this side of you,” you whispered.

He folded his arms on the ledge of his pool and rested his head too. You watched him get lost in his head for a second until he spoke up.

“When Sarah told you about… everything. Did she tell you what happened to my father?”

You stopped for a second, he hasn’t mentioned anything about him at all since you’ve been here.

“Oh my God, Rafe, do you not know?”

He shook his head sadly, “No one told me.”

You told him everything Sarah had told you, he started tearing up when you finished and you swam over to hug him.

“As much as you don’t want to hear this, it wasn’t the pogue’s fault. It just sucks.”

“You really believe they didn’t have anything to do with it?” He asked skeptically.

“No, they would never do that. I wish everyone could get along. Sarah lost her dad that day too, and so did John B.”

He nodded as he sniffled and leaned down to rest his head on yours. Once you pulled away, you both swam around for a little bit quietly until your phone chimed through the speaker. Finishing your glass, you pulled yourself out of the pool to check it. Rafe tried not to stare as he watched you come out of the water, clearing his throat as he watched your backside sway as you walked.

Can we talk?

“It’s your sister,” you gasped.

“Sarah? What the hell does she want?”

“Be nice, she just asked to talk to me.”

Of course, when?

We’re all at John B’s if you want to come over.

“They want me to meet them at John B’s. Would it be okay if I showered here before I go there?”

“You don’t have to ask,” he sighed, disappointed that your pool time got cut short.

You smiled at him and grabbed your clothes to walk back into the house, passing Rose in the kitchen, awkwardly waving as you tried to cover yourself as much as possible with a towel.

“Have a nice swim?” She smirked as Rafe walked in, obviously shocked to see her standing there. The two of you practically ran up the stairs to avoid the situation, he changed and sat on his desk chair as you went to the bathroom to shower.

“Nobody’s home,” you mocked his voice through the door of the bathroom as you stripped out of your underwear, “Thank God I was the smart one and said no to skinny dipping.”

“Yeah, sure,” he laughed.

After your shower, you came out with a towel still around your head, and he chuckled.

“Can I drive you there?”

“If you want to, sure.”

“I do.”

He smiled as you hung up the towel and brushed your hair out quickly, not bothering to dry it.

“Wanna take the bike?” he asked as you walked down and out of the front door.

You smiled and nodded as he grabbed his helmet for you to wear. The ride over was quick, but the air felt nice. You got off the bike when he pulled up and he looked over at the pogues, nodding his head in their direction. They all watched you take the helmet off to put it on him and smiled as he told you to text him when you want to be picked up.

You walked up to them as Rafe pulled away and waved, “Hey guys.”

They nodded in your direction as you awkwardly stood there.

“We’re sorry,” Sarah started, “We shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“No-” you tried to interject but she cut you off quickly.

“No, seriously, we were just trying to look out for you but I think that got lost in translation.”

You nodded, “I get that you guys hate Rafe, I completely understand why. But I can’t just leave him.”

“Hey, Y/N, whatever you decide to do, it’s not our business, right? We’re here for you,” JJ added.

“Aw, you guys…” you trailed off with a smile and ran up to give them a big group hug.

“Do you want to hang out for a little bit? I’ve barely seen you since I’ve been back,” Sarah asked.

“Uh, yes, of course.”

You all decided to make a fire and partake in some of the alcohol they had left over from their last party. You all talked until everyone started to feel the alcohol and JJ suggested truth or dare. Everyone took turns; Pope had to run into the marsh, JJ shotgunned three beers, Sarah had to share the weirdest place she’s ever had sex, and now Pope chose you next. You looked at him nervously, he wouldn’t be that harsh, right? You chose the safest bet and went with truth.

“Are you and Rafe back together?”

“Nevermind, dare,” you replied instantly.

A chorus of shouts came from everyone, “Chicken! You can’t back out now!” JJ yelled.

“Okay, okay. I don’t know the answer to that question. I swear, I’m not lying.”

“Well have y’all hooked up since you’ve been back?” JJ asked.

“JJ! Only one question per turn, sorry!”

Another ensemble of shouts, this time Sarah jumped in, “Come on, you can’t blame us for being curious. He hasn’t bothered any of us in almost a week. He’s gotta be holed up at Tannyhill for good reason.”

You sighed, “No, we haven’t done anything.”

Everyone was quiet like they knew there was more to the story, and the alcohol made you let it all loose.

“Okay fine, we made out. It was a one-time thing and I told him I wanted to slow down. But now I’ve been sleeping in his bed every night and it’s all becoming very confusing”

They all looked around at each other and then busted out laughing, “You guys are so getting back together,” Pope said.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a text. How you holding up?

You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face, he was thinking about you. What was he doing right now while you were gone? This is the longest you’ve been apart since you got back and you already missed being around him.

Great, tipsy, they love me again.

I’m happy for you, let me know when I need to come pick you up.

“Shot time!” JJ yelled swishing a bottle around, Kie trailing behind him with seven little red solo shot glasses.

Miss me?

It’s too quiet.

You sighed happily at his response and put your phone away. When you looked up, everyone was already looking at you, “What?”

“It’s just weird to think that Rafe Cameron is the person who’s making you this happy,” Pope said.

“What are you talking about?”

“That girl is in love,” Cleo chimed in.

“You can’t stop smiling, who else would you be texting right now?” Sarah asked.

You paused, “My mom.”

They all cracked up laughing at your terrible attempt at a lie.

“Yeah right, come do this shot with us,” JJ said.

The game of truth or dare continued, the shots kept getting poured, and everyone was pretty heavily intoxicated when you decided to text Rafe.

Come get me???! Pleaseeeee I’m ready to sleeeeeep

Be there soon, be safe

You too <333<333

“Are you staying tonight, Y/N?” Sarah asked.

“Nah, I’m gonna go back with Rafe, I have no comfy clothes here. I just texted him.”

A teasing ‘awww’ came from John B. You were telling them about how Rose had caught you both in your underwear earlier when you heard a car pull up. Rafe put the car in park and stepped out, walking in your direction.

“Oh great, now he’s coming over here,” JJ mumbled, causing Kie to elbow him in the ribs when she saw the sad look on your face at JJ’s reaction. She watched as it changed to completely lighting up when you made eye contact with him. He looked almost… shy as he walked over, shoving his hands in his pockets and trying to hold back the smile as you waved at him excitedly.

“Rafe! You’re here!” you smiled.

“Yeah, hey guys,” he said awkwardly. Everyone grumbled hello’s and he could tell no one else was happy to see him. He walked closer, pushing himself into the circle you all had formed around the circle.

“You ready?” he whispered.

“Yep!”

He nodded and helped you up from your seat, you giggled as you lost balance, making him grab your waist to steady you. He paused for a second and cleared his throat, making everyone look at him.

“I know, that this probably doesn’t mean anything to you guys. But I just want you to know, I sincerely apologize for everything that has happened. Okay? I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, I just lost my cool a few times. I wish I could take it back. So I’m sorry. I’m trying to be a better man.”

He stabilized you and walked over to John B and stuck his hand out for him to shake. John B looked at him, then at Sarah, and then at you. He took a breath and shook it, with no other words exchanged. Rafe went to Pope next, who shook it wearily, and finally JJ. JJ laughed incredulously but took his hand, sighing and shaking his head in disbelief. You smiled, giddy at the thought of things looking up, you were practically floating over to Rafe.

“Okay, goodnight everyone,” he said, trying to be respectful.

You turned so your back was facing him as you look at everyone with wide eyes and a surprised look on your face as you shrugged.

“Bye, guys!” You waved as he walked you to the car with his hand on the small of your back, opening the door for you.

“Okay, what the fuck?” John B whispered as they watched you drive off.

“So you had fun?” Rafe asked.

“Yes! It was a great time! I missed them so much, we played truth or dare and it was so much fun. And then they asked me so many questions about you and then we took so many shots,” you ranted, obviously energized from the alcohol.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, “Yeah? What’d they ask about me?”

“Just about if we had fucked and if we’re getting back together.”

He was caught off guard by your bluntness. He almost felt bad for asking this next question, knowing it could seem like he was taking advantage of your intoxicated state, but he needed to know what you thought.

“What did you tell them?” He tried hard to act nonchalant, but you couldn’t tell right now,

“I just told them the truth, that we made out, and now every time I see you I want to do it again, and more.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Me too, Y/N,” he said softly. You looked at him and smiled, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. This time, you noticed the blush on his cheek when you pulled away.

“What’d you do while I was gone? Besides miss me, of course.”

“I missed you, thought about you, wondered what you were doing, texted you, and that took up pretty much all of my time until I had to come to pick you up,” he shrugged.

You giggled at his goofiness as he pulled up to the house, “Don’t move,” he demanded as he ran over to the other side of the car to open the door for you.

“Your castle awaits,” he said in a fake posh accent, grabbing your hand to help you hop out of the car.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” you attempted to curtsy.

“Okay, let’s get you into bed. We have to be up tomorrow to get you all moved back.”

You groaned at the thought, “Why’d you let me drink so much?” you asked, pretending to be mad at him.

A look of panic flickered in his eyes when he thought you were actually mad at him until you broke out with a smile, “Just kidding!”

You walked up the stairs and made your way to the drawer of his t-shirts, taking what used to be your favorite one. You took your shirt off without a second thought, and he snapped his head in the opposite direction as he caught a glimpse of your bare back. Your bra was still wet from swimming earlier so you had left in the bathroom to hang up, and he didn’t want to take advantage of your trust in him by trying to sneak a peek of your naked chest.

“You can turn around now.”

He looked at you, in his shirt, hair tied up, and no pants on. He was speechless.

“Y/N. On a scale of one through ten, how drunk would you say you currently are?”

“Probably a 6 or 7, why?”

“I have something to show you.”

“Is it your penis?”

He laughed, “No, Y/N, what happened to taking it slow?”

You shrugged, laughing at his reaction as he walked over to his nightstand, grabbing a velvet box. You sat down on the bed next to where he stood as he opened it to show you what was inside. Tears pricked your eyes as you took in the sight of the promise ring he had given you years ago.

“You kept it?”

“Of course I did. I always hoped you would come back to me and want this back.”

You took it from him and slid it on your finger, “Still fits,” you gasped. Tears fell from both of your faces as he looked down at your hand, it was perfect, and right where it belonged.

“I love you,” he whispered, your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he backtracked, watching your face intently, shock written all over it, “Shit, I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfor-”

The words fell silent as you reached up and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

“I never stopped loving you, Rafe.”

He couldn’t hold himself back from placing a kiss on your lips. It was short and sweet. You whimpered at the feeling, longing for more. He wanted more so badly, but that would have to wait for a night when you weren’t out drinking without him.

“Come on, let’s go to sleep,” he whispered and you nodded, climbing into the bed next to him. He opened his arm to you, and you laid your head on his chest, your hand resting on his abdomen and your leg tangling between his.

“Goodnight, Rafe.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

part seven

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liaromancewriter · 2 years

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Unusual Cravings

Premise: Cassie’s pregnancy cravings have unusual consequences for Ethan.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 820

A/N: This fic was requested by @jerzwriter from prompt #3 (Person B putting on weight although Person A is actually the one who is pregnant) from this list. Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge Day 20 prompt “Chocolate”

Also, requested by Anon: from @creativepromptsforwriting Fluff Week, prompt 25 (I would marry you again in a heartbeat) from this sentence starters list. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills.

Cassie Valentine had never thought of herself as a clock watcher. But then she started her second trimester with twins, and the rules went out the window. There were still four hours left in her shift; time wasn’t going to pass just because she willed it.

She dragged one of the chairs from the conference table over to the side of her desk, adjusted the angle of her office chair and sat back down, putting her feet up on the second chair. Her belly at sixteen weeks was big enough to strain her back, and she found that elevating her legs helped ease the ache.

Cassie placed the laptop on her lap and scanned the initial draft of patient notes on her screen. She added notations and comments for the medical scribe to address and emailed them back. That done, she switched to the report she was working on for the House Select Committee on affordable healthcare funding.

Music drifted from the Bluetooth speaker on her desk, but she stopped paying attention once work absorbed her full attention. When hunger pangs interrupted her concentration, she set aside the laptop to search her desk drawer for a chocolate bar. Disappointed to find none, she walked to the closet where she hung her coat and handbag.

She checked the coat pockets, just in case, before taking the bag off the hook. Seconds later, she was shaking the bag and resisting the temptation to dump everything on the floor. Only the thought of not being able to bend down without losing her center of gravity prevented her from doing so.

Her litany of grumbles and curses bounced off the walls when she came up empty-handed.

“Looking for something?”

She glanced over her shoulder at Ethan Ramsey leaning against her desk, arms crossed, and watching her with amusement. She had been so absorbed in her search that she hadn’t heard the glass doors slide open or her husband enter the office.

“I want chocolate,” she pouted, slamming the closet door shut with more force than required. “Actually, I wanted a deep-fried chocolate bar smothered in siracha sauce.”

Her tone turned wistful as she imagined biting into all that sugar and fat. Now that she had the visual in her mind, nothing else would do.

Ethan reached into the pocket of his white coat and held out a plastic snack bag filled with a trail mix comprising nuts, berries, chocolate bits and raisins.

“Have this instead,” he offered. “It’s better for you.”

Cassie gave him a dirty look as she took her seat behind the desk. “I hope that was a joke, babe. That’s bird food!”

He snorted. “It’s not. Now that you can’t run at your usual pace, we’ll need to watch your weight and what you eat. Trust me, trail mix is good for you and the babies.”

“No, thank you,” she sniffed dismissively. “Some husband you are, you can’t even indulge your wife’s cravings.”

“You trying to rile me up, Rookie?” He laughed, taking the visitor seat across from her. “Did you know I’ve gained ten pounds in the last couple of months?”

“Must be all the butter in Nigella’s recipes,” she retorted caustically, the green-eyed monster surfacing for a second. She stared at his stomach, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Now that you mention it, Dr. Ramsey, your shirt does look a bit tight around the front. I think you need that bird food more than me.”

“It’s your fault.” Ethan shook his head in exasperation. “Your childish eating habits are causing havoc with my diet.”

“No one forced you to eat Taco Bell last week,” Cassie scoffed.

“Someone had to finish your disgusting leftovers,” he countered. “You ordered enough for ten people. You know how I feel about food waste.”

Knowing he was right, she stayed silent, drumming her fingers on the chair’s armrest. “Now, I want Taco Bell and deep-fried chocolate covered in hot sauce.”

Ethan grinned at the whining tone and knew the weird cravings were driven by her pregnancy. Cassie might enjoy junk food, but she’d always dismissed the ubiquitous fast-food chain as unworthy of her.

“Wait here.”

He hurriedly left the office before she could ask any questions. He came back shortly, clutching something in his hands.

“Here,” he said, setting everything on her desk. He beetled his eyebrows as he stared down at her. “Just do me a favor and wait until I leave before you eat that monstrosity.”

Cassie looked down at three different types of chocolate bars and mini packets of siracha sauce from the hospital cafeteria littering her desk, and started laughing.

“You’re the best husband, just like I knew you would be,” she said lovingly, coming out from behind the desk to stand before him.

Her hands circled the back of his neck, tugging his head down, her lips inches from his. “I would marry you again in a heartbeat.”

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lumine-no-hikari · 5 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #23

I finally got a chance today to go to Eggcellent and work on the music box a little!! I can't share a bubble tea with you (this continues to be a very sad thing that I can do absolutely nothing about), but I can at least show you what I got! It's a Four Seasons tea with tea jelly and cream cheese foam! Here:

Unfortunately, I forgot to bring the power cord for my laptop, so I'm going to have to stop working on the music box very soon. Being AuDHD, I tend to forget things or lose things a lot; this is because I have impairments both to my executive functioning and my object permanence, go figure! Mind whirs a mile a minute with countless kaleidoscopic ideas, and yet half the time you can't ask me to Bring the Thing™ because I have the working memory of a caffeinated chipmunk! Hahaha!

But it's all right. I have my machine in battery saving mode, which will help keep it on for a bit longer. The screen brightness is turned all the way down, and the sound and the wifi and the Bluetooth are all off to conserve power.

Sadly, this makes transferring the tune from digital music box paper to actual music box paper a little harder than it would normally be. The screen is darker than normal, so marking and keeping track of all the little dots is enough to make my eyes go all crossed and glaze over. Admittedly, I'm writing to you with a pretty wicked headache as a result, haha…

Oh right; maybe I should show you what I'm working on! Maybe you'll recognize the tune. Or maybe not. Probably not, now that I think about it, haha! But still it's a cute little tune; maybe you'll like it!

This is the thing I am trying to mark down onto proper music box paper. Once the music box paper is marked, I have to go through again and clip out all the marked dots with a special hole punch. Even for very short songs like this one, this process can take me a long time to complete. I get distracted easily. And the dyspraxia makes precision movements very difficult.

I make the things anyway because just wishing for the kinds of things I want, or hoping that eventually someone else will create it, is not enough. The kinds of things I want typically don't exist and aren't things that others think about, so I have to build them, even when the odds are stacked against me, such as it is with the music box paper. I don't always have the wherewithal to follow something through to completion, but occasionally I do, and when that happens, it's very beautiful.

A lot of things in life are kind of like this, though, aren't they? It's not enough to just passively wish for things; you have to go get them. And sometimes in going to get them, you have to overcome crazy obstacles. Some of those obstacles will be legitimate roadblocks, and others will just be limiting beliefs that aren't actually true, and it can sometimes be very difficult to tell which is which. And regardless of the nature of the obstacle - actual or self-made - some of them will be insurmountable nonetheless. But that is when you ask for help; even asking for help is a step towards going to get the things that you want or need.

Sometimes we don't always follow through. Sometimes, halfway on the way to getting something, we realize that whatever it was doesn't work for us. And that's okay too; we can always go do something else that we like better, even if it's only temporary. Most things in life are only temporary anyway. This can be either a blessing or a curse, depending on what angle you're looking at it from.

One of the limiting beliefs that I carry is that I have to pile everything on my shoulders all at once, and that I have to be responsible for all the things. If I'm not careful, it can morph into me wanting to eliminate everyone's obstacles, and then getting upset with myself when I inevitably can't. If I don't catch myself falling into old habits like these, I end up tiring myself out in the process until I can't really do anything.

It's kinda like these old song lyrics:

-------------- If you want to, I can save you; I can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody who cared. --------------

You know, this used to be one of my favorite tunes, for this little section. But then as I started to grow up, I began to understand that no human can really save any other human; we can only give them sufficient time, safety, and support to save themselves. And they have to also want it.

So for example, you can want with all your might to pull someone out of the quicksand. But if they keep smacking away your outstretched hand on the mistaken notion that you're gonna trick them somehow, or on the mistaken notion that they have to escape the situation all by themselves or else it doesn't count, or on the mistaken notion that you're too weak to avoid being pulled into the quicksand with them, or on the mistaken notion that they don't deserve an outstretched hand at all, there's not a whole lot about it that you can do, as much as that sucks.

I still haven't found an effective way to deal with that feeling. I'll get back to you if I ever do. Or if you figure it out, teach me, okay? I can always use a few more pointers as I try to navigate this very weird place I was born to, haha!

I wonder… if you find yourself caught in quicksand (everyone does from time to time, whether they realize it or not), are you strong enough and brave enough to reach towards and grasp the hands outstretched to you, trusting in the notion that they can and will carry you to safety if you let them? Are you strong and brave enough to look at yourself with enough mercy to know that you are deserving of this kind of care?

If you're not yet, then that's okay. Take your time, work at it - you'll get there. I hope maybe these words I write to you can help a little with that, though, even though you'll probably never see them. After all:

-------------- If you want to, you can save you; You can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there; I hope you'll realize that there's people who care. --------------

Hey, stay safe out there, okay? You're loved. I love you. Lots of people love you. So don't force thousands of people to mourn your destruction and subsequent absence, all right? Be careful. Make good choices.

I'll talk to you again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

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obstinatecondolement · 5 months

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I was tagged by @aeide-thea in this. Thanks for passing it along to me!

last song: Washing Machine Heart, I think? I was not, strictly speaking, listening to it though, so much as making sure that sound from my Bluetooth headphones didn't bleed into something I was recording. Basically, the lav mic I was using plugs into my laptop's headphone jack, so I was trying to use wireless earbuds to get around that, but then the audio quality of the recording suffered a lot from streaming music, which indicated to me that it would also suffer if I was on a voice call, which was what I was doing the tests in preparation for—in the end I used wired headphones with my phone for the voice call and recorded my audio on the laptop so that I wasn't crossing the streams.

favorite color: I like purple and green a lot at the moment, so I am going to be very annoying and say octarine.

last movie/show: If we're not counting reality tv, then I'm pretty sure it's still the CBS Ghosts show? Which reminds me, I need to watch the Christmas special of BBC Ghosts before it gets spoiled for me.

sweet/spicy/savory: At the moment probably savory, but this is largely for hernia related reasons as opposed to more fun considerations. Historically though, sweet.

relationship status: Taking the cue from @aeide-thea here to reflect on, and snark a little, at the amatonormativity of this question and the way it stands out from the rest in that it's kind of more likely to be something that would be potentially a vulnerable or alienating thing to discuss. Also, like, I have many non-romantic and non-sexual relationships that are very meaningful to me, but, I mean, for the purposes of this then single I guess, since apparently that's the kind that matters, lol.

last thing i googled: Again, like @aeide-thea, I also use DuckDuckGo now ;) But the last thing I looked up online was Pixabay, because I was making a podfic cover and wanted some royalty free images of space and/or astronauts on space walks to edit.

current obsession(s): I've been having a great time with podfic and audio fandom-y stuff in general recently! I participated in ITPE and created five pods for that (one for my main assignment and four treats) and now I'm doing Voiceteam Mystery Box and am tentatively starting a new podfic challenge based around creating podfic of Yuletide fics written by authors who give permission for podfic of their work called Tide Pod, which should kick off early January.

tag 9 people: @rovermcfly, @robotlesbianjavert, @venort, @kd-heart, @ilthit, @agoldenshinywireofhope, @liandrins-jawline, @translightyagami and @benicebefunny.

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sleepymccoy · 1 year

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I discovered today that if your laptop battery is dying you can just remove it but keep the laptop plugged in and it works like a desktop. I love my fucking laptop, it's the worst computer in the world and it's a miracle

When you close and reopen the lid, one out of three times it will have turned itself off but like not fully so you gotta force it off and on again to start up

The cache doesn't work, so the last thing you've saved before turning it off (or risking closing the lid for a minute) will corrupt. I have a little coding script I run that empties the cache, for if I ever do something I want to save

It's volume gets steadily louder the longer it's unadjusted so every hour or so I just toggle the volume down and up again and it resets to where I want it (this issue doesn't happen when I'm connected to a Bluetooth speaker, it's weird)

If you hold it the wrong way when lifting it up it just fully turns off with no warning

Some update destroyed the trackpad's register or whatever so I have a seperate app installed to communicate my track pad movements to the computer cos the raw settings just think it doesn't have a track pad anymore

And now there's no battery! But baby it still works

#its a beautiful immortal thing #immortal like a zombie rather than a vampire tho...

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barbex · 1 year

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Writer tag game

Tagged by @thevikingwoman, thank you!

Do you write in order?

Yes, pretty much. Sometimes I skip ahead when I'm stuck, only to later realize that I didn't need that scene anyway.

One of the most difficult things with writing original fiction is, that writing in order feels like flying blind, because there is no source material to cling to. But I can't write any other way.

Do you start with something in particular?

When I start a chapter, I make sure to mention the name of the character in the first few sentences. I also try to show some setting, just because I tend to forget about it later on.

How fully formed does your writing come out on the first try?

Pretty much fully formed. I know, I know, I should work things over more, revise, polish. But I don't. I have to learn this for original fiction writing and it sucks.

How many drafts do you go through?

One. Yeah, I know.

Tell me about your process?

So. I get an idea or a prompt. I start writing to find the tone. Sometimes I have to scrap what I have and start again because the tone wasn't right. I write on the couch, on my laptop, which involves short writing sprints, with or without a timer, and tumblr breaks. Which isn't really effective.

Once a week, I go to a friend, set up my phone and a bluetooth keyboard and I write while she knits. I'm super effective that way. It's kind of annoying because I never wanted to train myself into the habit of needing a certain ritual to write but look what I did. If I want to get a lot of words done, I have to drive to my friend and write there.

This was fun! I'm tagging: @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @musetta3, @lesetoilesfous, @sarahawke

#tag game #writers tag game

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Feel good baby?

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUT AF!

I began my evening as I often did. Having had a sweet warm bath, with bubble bath, muscle soak, bath salts, bath bomb, most of it lavender scented to relax me and put me in the mood. I walked out my bathroom still dripping wet my silk bathrobe all that concealed my skin. I smiled wickedly at the set up I had already paid out on the bed. My sheets pulled back exposing the bedsheet, a soft freshly softened towel laid there fluffy and inviting. My fan on full blast to keep it cool beside my bed. My box laid beside the field next to my half folded laptop and my Bluetooth headphones. I smiled and climbed into bed setting my laptop up with music slipping my headphones on. Listening to the nice sensual music

I began softly with gently running my hands across my body, avoiding my more… sensitive spots. Laying my head against my pillow making sure to get comfy as I softly groped and fondled my thighs and my breasts feeling how hard my nipples got from the cold air and from the sensation of my gropes. My mind wondering imaging my hands as someone else's knowone in particular just someone else's.

I continued fondling my breasts feeling my nipples get so hard and excited so I began to rub and twist on them uncomfortably squeezing my legs together from the little bubbles of pleasure it causes and the little tickles against my skin where the wetness was forming

"Uhhh" I gasped gently squirming again my towel rubbing much much harder on myself "uhhh uugghhh" I gasped unable to stop a hand moving away between my legs opening them as wide as possible softly stroking my fingers across myself gathering the wetness on my fingers, and softly stroking my clit "uuughhhh! Uuughhhh!' I moaned feeling the overwhelming pleasure from just simply touching it I rubbed a little hard feeling so good already but I stopped myself taking a hand to stroke over my little toy box. I clicked it open smirking at all the sexy little toys some I wouldn't use alone but others I loved very much. I took my favourite toy stroking over its purple plastic rubbing my wetness over it I smirked stroking it down my chest between my breasts gently rubbing it against my clit before slipping it deep inside me going straight to the hilt "uuuuugghhhhh! Uuuuugghhhhh!" I gasped I took a breath for a moment before twisting to the bottom feeling it start to vibrate inside me and the little rabbit ears starting to vibrate much harder on my clit "uuuuugghhhhh ahhhhhh yes!" I moaned loudly my hands returning to play with my nipples causing even more waves of overwhelming pleasure.

"Uuuuugghhhhh fuck! You dirty little girl"

"Ahh- ahhhh!" I squealed feeling a wave wash over me

"Uuuuuuuummmm you sound so heavenly. Umm a little louder baby"

"I- AAAUUGHH!"

"Fuck yes! Ummmm that feels good doesn't it baby?"

"Wait" I snapped as I realized something as my music faded from song to song. That wasn't my imagination! And I know that voice. "THOMAS!" I squealed

"Ooooh yeah! Scream my name baby!" He grabs back the sound coming though my headphones

I screamed and pulled my toy out leaving it on my mattress opening my laptop seeing that somehow the buttons on my headphones had gotten pressed against the pillow so it had voice called Thomas

"You pervy bastard!" I screamed

"To be fair. You called me and started mastubating. Who's the perv here y/n?"

"What the hell are you doing!'

"I'm in LA. For work. All nice and snug in my hotel. I saw you calling me just after I got out the bath so I assumed to wanted something. Then I heard you… well you know what your doing. I admit it was really hot and I got into it okay! You sound amazing. I was also… uhhh let's call it going along with you"

"You could have said something"

"I got into it! And at first I wasn't sure what you were doing just bunch of funny noises I assumed you pocket dialed me I was about to hang up… but then I heard you moan and, I figured out what you where up to" he smirked "why did you call me?"

"I didn't mean to. I have my headphones on for music I guess the button must have hit the pillow and I guess given I text you earlier you where at the top of my list"

"Oh makes sense. Thank god it was me and not like … your boss"

"Yeah that is pretty lucky" I nodded "sorry Thomas."

"It's fine. No trouble"

"I'll just uhh just go"

"Wait!" He says "don't I get a little help?"

"So your? Right now?"

"Yep. Snugged up in a big hotel king-size bed in the la heat, rubbing in my hard on listening to your and your toys play. You sound so good. I wanna be there so bad."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Any … toys yourself?"

"No. Just my hand I didn't pack any toys as I'll only be here a week. But maybe if you give me a call next week I could play with a few toys too" he smirked "but I heard your toy, could maybe you tell me about it?"

"My toy?"

"Ummm humm and maybe what my pretty girls doing with it"

"Okay" I giggled turning my music off and laying back down in bed "well tell me about your room?"

"My room. Nothing much to say typical hotel room, with a nice big cosy bed."

"What type of sheets?"

"Humm rich blue cotton. What about yours?"

"Black cotton"

"Yeah? And … what are you wearing against those sheets?"

"My silk robe"

"That it?"

"Umm humm"

"Fuck" he groans "tied or .. untied?"

"Tied still but very open"

"Ummmm I can imagine you baby" he smirked

"What about you?'

"Naked baby." He smirked

"Ohh. Thomas dirty boy"

"Well I did just have a bath"

"Yeah so did I"

"You did? Let me guess a little hot sexy bubble bath?"

"Umm hum"

"Uhhh fuck. Ummmm why couldn't you have called me while you where in the bath! I would have loved that"

"Maybe next week"

"Yeah? Maybe I'll come join you in your sexy bubble bath next week" he smirked "but come on tell me about that little toy of yours?"

"Well it's a six point five inch rabbit"

"Ummm I've seen those. Powerful aren't they?"

"They can be" I smirked

"Yeah and I bet you have it in full"

"Half way is enough"

"Is it… so that noise I heard was half way in your little rabbit?"

"It was"

"Good. Then I want you to do something for me"

"Yes Thomas?"

"Put it back inside you." He ordered so I giggled and did as he asked

"Uhh" I gasped

"All the way baby"

"It is" I gasped already moving my hand ready and egar to turn it on

"Umm bet it feels nice inside you, bet your throbbing around it begging for it to start"

"Maybe" I blushed

"Don't turn it on just yet I want to to just sit with it inside you feel it inside you, like I was there with you, like it was me inside you"

"I'm sure you'd feel bigger"

"Humm good girl" he smirked "does it feel good baby?"

"Very good, Thomas… please"

"Alright turn it on. But on low" instantly I did it already moaning where I was so wound up "oohh yeah! Fuck! Ummmm such a dirty girl." He groans clearly doing something himself

"What are you doing?'

"Well stroking my cock to the sounds of you enjoying your little rabbit"

"Now so fast" I ordered

"Uhh but baby" he whined but clearly doing as I asked "fine if I let you turn it up will you let me go faster?'

"Yes"

"Fine. Then high as high as it will go"

"But thomas-"

"You heard me. I wanna hear you squeal"

So I did as he asked already screaming from the waves of pleasure feeling it vibrating so hard on me and inside me "feeling good baby?"

"Uhhhhh! Yes!" I screamed

"That's my girl. Uuuuuuuummmm you sound so good. I'd sell my soul just to see you baby! See that little rabbit making you so wet."

"You'll have to wait till next week"

"Will I?" He groans "maybe I would be able to wait that long."

"Thomas could I-"

"What?"

"Play with my-"

"With your what? Your pussys got the rabbit Inside your clits getting attention from that too where - oohh fuck that's why you where so hot, so loud. Go on then play with those hard little nipples but hard and twist them a little and don't stop until you cum" he ordered I didn't need to be told twice doing as he asked listening to his moans and groans often times in time or tune with my own hearing my rabbit work and his hand clearly going crazy

"AHH- AHHHHHHHHH! UUUUUGGHHHHH THOMAS! Thomas!' I squealed my back arching off the bed pulling on my nipples a little hard as I shot I to my orgasum clenching around the still vibrating rabbit

"UUUUUGGHHHHH! Fucking hell! Baby! Y/n baby!" He groans back too clearly hearing me hot him there too so we both just sat breathing gasping for air at each other until I had the strength to take the toy away turning it off and sitting it in my box

"Whoa"

"Yeah. Whoa" he answered "that. Was. Amazing."

"It was" I giggled cuddling my pillow a little "sorry about calling you"

"Trust me y/n. It's fine. Feel free to call me whenever you want " he cooes

"Any time at all?"

"I'll make time for my baby"

"Shall we… call again? Maybe when you're home?"

"I get home Tuesday, how about Tuesday night we call?"

"Sounds good"

"Or I could just… come over to your place?"

"Or your place?"

'my place. At seven on Tuesday. That good with you baby?"

"Definitely,"

"Okay. I'll see you then" he smirked "and no playing around with those toys without me baby"

"Fine, then you can't play either"

"Awww no little rubs for him while I can't sleep these hotel nights?"

"You want to you call me"

"Deal" he smirked "bye y/n"

"Bye Thomas," I smiled before we hung up I giggled putting my toys away ready to go to bed when my phone rang and as I still had the headphones on I answered "hello?"

"Hey" Thomas smiled

"Hey?" I giggled surprised it was him

"So…. Again?" He smirked

"Alright " I giggled getting my toy box back

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