#‘ and i’ve got DIMPLES on my BUTT ‘

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if there was one thing henry blake could do it was eat people UP with those one liners if he was annoyed enough

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ok but the history of Oscar noticing changes to Lando’s appearance !!! the way Oscar stares and smiles and even tho it’s supposedly meant as teasing, he never follows it up with any kind of jokey insult and it ends up as pigtail pulling attention that Lando absolutely loves. the fact that Oscar doesn’t do the Staring or the Noticing with anyone else in his life except for his literal girlfriend. that there’s no way he or someone around him hasn’t noticed the hearteyes jokes made about him all over sm since like early 2023 but he has no interest in stopping - or just can’t stop himself idk which is better ???

but esp how he pets his own hair and then the two of them just breathlessly giggle and beam at each other likEEEEE I can’t get over how Not Blokey or overtly masculine they are w each other ??? like Lando will slip a bit into cabron/mate/dude behavior w friends who are more blokey like how he’ll trade play punches w Carlos and Daniel or he’ll put his chin up and pull out the crude jokes w guys he’s less comfy with - Oscar mostly just withdraws a bit and lets his voice get deeper and more monotone. they don’t do much ! but around each other they aren’t physically aggressive and treat the physical space between each other like spring break middle school crushes, they giggle, they don’t take any funny jabs at each other or and even their play-bickering is followed by breathless giggles. but esp w how things like ‘you seem uncertain’ and ‘I was uncertain of trying it’ like they’re just chatting about the why’s and how’s of Lando’s haircut the same way they’ll get wrapped up in talking about their new driver spaces (the new couch/bed, the new door, etc) or the snacks they have to try and they kinda forget to play for the audience bc they just want to comfortably toss around the minutiae between each other bc it’s nice! and calm! and reassuring! it makes them smile and giggle and be quieter than the raucous alphas mucking about out there in the paddock!

esp with Oscar’s active listening (and GOD I’ve loved seeing how much Lando has learned he loves that about Oscar after he was a bit unsure and thrown by it early in 2023)

Lando is telling a little story about himself and Oscar is paying close attention - like he always has paid close attention to details like stories Lando told on stream years ago and a moment between Lando and MaxF from a year prior and immediately knowing the year Lando got his maiden podium - and even when Lando starts talking about his curl pattern Oscar is invested and it’s silly but it’s a thing !! and they giggle and oh that’s the end of the video just them talking about Lando’s curls and giggling :3 no taglines, no wacky moments, nothing to get social media fired up about. just them quietly chatting in their half-sleepy little voices!

but like Lando’s dimples are so deep you could fall into them and he’s wriggling delightedly on his little butt and twirling his fingers in his curls and looking up at Oscar through his lashes and Oscar is leaning back all easy and relaxed and smiling big big big like he does in the mirror selfies with Lily and goddddd they’re so unusual and sweet and killing what’s left of my sanity w each tiny video under one minute

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video sources: one two three four

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— smoke some, drink some, pop one

pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader

warnings: smut, drug use, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight roughness, unnecessary euphoria references

summary: you smoke dope. vada admits she has never eaten a girl out before. a practical demonstration ensues

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this was written under the influence of a travis scott song. expect anything. enjoy

You stare at the clock hanging above the blackboard anxiously, kicking your leg under the desk. The last few minutes of the last period always seem to stretch miles into infinity, and your patience is barely as flexible. The voice of the teacher has long since become background noise, the talk of equations and trigonometry and the finals week and how unprepared you were for it the last thing on your mind.

You pick your phone up for the millionth time to look at the messages still hanging and marked as unseen on your screen, eyes focusing on Vada’s name followed by an emoji of a puppy and a black heart.

‘got us enough to roll one’

‘just one tho’

‘don’t wanna end up like last time’

You chuckle quietly – the sweet memories of you and Vada skinny dipping in a pond at night and then showing up half-naked at Nick’s door are definitely the ones you treasure most, even though you can barely piece them together.

You look out the window, lost in thought. Your teacher asks you a question – and then you're saved by the sound of the bell ringing across the building.

As soon as you hear it you’re up and all but bolting out the door, muttering a quick ‘bye’ to the teacher to maintain your good girl image that, to be honest, has been hanging by a thread ever since the day you started dating Vada.

Not that you really care about their opinion. You just don’t want the principal to call your mother again.

You speed walk through the corridor, try to remember which floor was Vada’s class on, before you’re stopped by a pair of hands wrapping around your waist.

“Hey there pretty girl.”

You squeal in surprise, turning around in your girlfriend’s arms. She’s grinning at you annoyingly, the little shit, but the small dimple on her right cheek makes it impossible to be mad at her.

“Fuck, Vada,” you huff, pinching her shoulder half-heartedly, “I’ve got a weak heart, remember?

She shrugs, leans in to kiss your pout away.

“Sorry. I got out early. Wanted to wait for you since apparently someone's not interested in answering any of my texts anymore.”

You kiss her back, smiling apologetically, “I was too excited to see you, I guess.”

The brunette hums, lacing her fingers with yours, “Where to then?”

You think about inviting her over to your place – it’s closer to school, and your mom is working till late evening, but the rationality clicks quicker. Your mom also happens to work as the district attorney of the town – you’re pretty damn sure she knows what pot smells like, and would be able to smell it hours after you and Vada have fucked beyond the common sense of ventilating the house.

So you do the next best thing, one that won’t get either of you in trouble – you hotbox in your girlfriend’s car. You realize it might soon become the best thing, because it hits so much better.

Vada gets greedy with the joint a few times – you have to remind her it’s puff puff pass, not puff puff kiss your girlfriend so she lets her guard down then puff again.

In a few minutes you’re in her lap and making out with her like it’s your last day on Earth, the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths when you accidentally press the horn with your butt a few times, the honking sound mixing with your laughter.

You can barely make Vada’s face out by the time the last of the joint fizzles out and starts to burn your fingertips, the smoke filling the car up to the brim, but her eyes stand out amidst the choking whiteness, her pupils almost heart-shaped as she watches you with a dopey grin.

When you open the door the smoke drifts up the sky in big clouds, and breathing clear oxygen almost feels weird.

You’re still giggling slightly as Vada fumbles with her pockets to find her keys, your soft lips pressing to the side of her neck in sweet pecks making the process of finding them unnecessarily hard.

She shushes you when you finally step inside, listening for any sounds, before closing the door behind you. As soon as you realize you’re alone in the house, you press your lips against Vada’s impatiently.

“Don’t forget– your shoes,” Vada manages between the kisses, shivering as you slide your hands under her oversized shirt, “I’m serious, you horndog. Mom hates it when the floors are dirty.”

You groan into her lips, pulling away to untie your Jordans, shaking on your unstable legs slightly, and make your way up the stairs into her room. Vada opens the window to let the fresh spring air sweep through the room, hoping it’ll be enough to help the smell of weed wear off your clothes and hair.

“Wanna watch a show?” She asks, gesturing to her laptop as you sit on her bed, crossing your legs.

“Mhm. You’re thinking Euphoria, aren’t you?” You snort, watching as your girlfriend slides next to you, “Because I think we’re pretty much in one.”

“So, like,” Vada trails off, her hands coming to rest on your hips in what she thinks is a subtle movement, “Would that make me Rue, then?”

She plays with a string on your pants, feeling almost embarassed about the corny things she's saying.

“And you – Jules?”

You hum, tilting your head with a coy grin, try and mull her innuendo over in your baked out mind. The comparison does seem familiar – especially with Vada’s puppy love towards you.

“Well, I liked their duo in the first season but... weren’t they, like... extremely toxic later on?”

Vada finally pulls in you to sit on her lap, your thighs bracketing hers, and it’s such close proximity you can count all the pretty freckles scattered across her face. You’d probably get lost at fifty, way too high for mathematics of any kind, even if it’s this romantic.

“You’re right. Fuck Euphoria,” she whispers, her gaze sliding to your lips, and you don’t waste any more time to press your lips to hers.

Kissing Vada has always been something to look forward to – warm and pleasant, makes your stomach flip when she’d bite your bottom lip and lick at your teeth. Kissing Vada whilst being slightly high is an out of this world feeling. Her nose presses into your cheek, and your palms slide to the back of her neck, fingers twirling her silky brown tresses idly.

You pull away for air, and it gets stuck in your throat as the brunette presses a kiss behind your ear, trailing the butterfly smooches down to your pulse point. Her hands are kept busy under your shirt, fingertips tracing up your stomach to your ribs.

“How many times have you ever been eaten out?”

A sudden but... not at all unwelcome question. You lean back on your hands, humming when her plush lips rest against your collarbone, and purse your lips in thought.

“Mm... once or twice. I don’t really keep any notches on my belt, y’know?”

Her hands tighten around your hips, and you chuckle.

“Drinking vinegar, are you now? Don’t worry. You have an opportunity to top them all.”

Vada averts her gaze suddenly. You frown, lean in to cup her face gently.

“What’s wrong?”

The brunette rubs her thumbs over your clothed thighs, then looks back up at you, a small frown on her face.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never... fucked anyone?” You're sure that's a lie – she's fucked you before.

“I’ve never given a girl head.”

You hum, reaching to hold her slightly shaky hands, slowly inching them closer to the waistband of your sweatpants, “I can teach you,” you suggest, biting your lip, “Show you what I like. That cool?”

Vada looks almost mesmerized. She nods, her gaze fixed on your pants, and you giggle as she tugs them down your legs, prompting you to slide off her lap to let her do so, the cool outside breeze hitting your warm skin and rising goosebumps in its wake.

“I listened to a podcast the other day,” she begins, “About cunnilingus. The host said the best advice she’s ever gotten was to google wielding techniques.”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, “Huh?”

Vada reaches for her phone on the bedside table, quickly unlocking it and typing something in the search bar. She selects a random picture and shows you the screen.

There are indeed blueprints of what looks like wielding seams, going from bottom to the top. The arrows are forming different patterns – there are zig-zags, crescents, a circular seam and a ‘figure 8’ seam...

For all the ridiculousness, they do seem... practical.

You smile and grab the phone, turning it off and tossing it somewhere back on the bed.

Of course she would do that – research stuff. It’s so fucking endearing it prompts you to wrap your hands around her neck and press a kiss to her cheek.

“Why not stick to the usual alphabet thing, hm?” You offer, “I can tell which letter I’d love the most.”

You lean in to whisper into her ear huskily, “It’s ‘V’.”

Vada shudders, making you smile. Then her hands grasp at your hips, tugging you closer, and your breath hitches at her sudden assertiveness.

The brunette bends her knees so that she’s level with your center and parts your legs slowly. You curse under your breath – you’re pretty much drenched right through your panties, and if Vada was just slightly more sober, she’d probably tease you about it, too. You’re glad she isn’t.

She leans in closer instead, tongue lolling out and pressing against your clothed cunt, licking a stripe up the smeared wetness there. Her fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, and you tilt your hips up a bit to help her take it off, the movement causing your heat to press further into her mouth, making you whine.

Your panties are off, and so is Vada’s tongue.

She stares long enough for you to feel a bit conscious about yourself, and you move to close your legs on instinct, but her hands keep them apart. She hooks your ankles over her shoulders, shoots you a warning look. Her dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. The shyness and uncertainty is gone like it wasn’t even there.

You’re not sure if it’s weed, or if you’re being tricked, but this version of Vada is... new. Extremely hot, too.

She lowers herself so that she’s inches away from your pussy, her warm breath fanning your swollen clit – you're so strung up that you’re starting to feel a second heartbeat in between your legs. Vada looks up at you again, making sure you’re watching her as she flattens her tongue along your slit, collecting all the warm slick that leaked out from the moment she had you on her lap. She lets out a satisfied groan, and you sigh, hips buckling to meet her.

Despite all your confidence, you feel yourself crumble at the first touch of your girlfriend’s mouth on you – you’ve always preferred this over any kind of penetration, and Vada’s eagerness to please you doesn’t help.

She withdraws for a moment, and you find yourself missing her immediately.

“Is this okay?” She asks, palms caressing your thighs to soothe you.

“Don’t make me beg.” You breathe with a chuckle.

She laps at your folds, groaning at the saccharine warmth of your arousal coating her tongue – then leans back again, and you’re almost whining before she reaches her thumb to rub at your swollen clit, her breathing heavy as she watches you gush around nothing.

“Baby.” You whine pathetically, your knees coming together to try and push her face into you.

Vada doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, her digit circling your sensitive spot, never taking her eyes away, “Hm?”

“Please,” you murmur, voice stifled by the hot arousal burning in your veins, “Want your mouth, baby. Want to cum on your tongue, please.”

The brunette digs her fingers into the soft flesh of your hips before wrapping her plump lips around your clit, gently sucking, and your thighs tighten around her head at the sudden overwhelmingly good feeling coursing through your body. You almost can’t believe how good it feels – how good Vada is, almost naturally talented at making your toes curl as she mouths at your dripping pussy, keeping a burning grip on your quivering legs. The immense amount of pleasure is so sudden you’re practically sobbing her name, your stomach tensing and hips bucking with each calculated flick of the girl’s tongue. The sheets under you are considerably darker than the rest, a pool of your cum along with the brunette’s spit dampening the area.

You’ve heard that drugs can expand your consciousness, but to such a degree that has you seeing stars as Vada eats you out like it’s her second nature...

Her tongue slips between your walls suddenly, causing you to arch your back into the air, hips rolling into her face. Her tongue continues to lap confidently, going in circles around your entrance. A shaky sigh leaves your lungs, and you have to clench your eyes shut.

“Vada, oh my god,” you breathe shakily, your voice tight and high, feeling you stomach coil, “I'm gonna cum– Fuck, fuck, Vada."

Her lips find your clit again, and that’s what sends you over the edge, your thighs clasping around her head so tight she swears her ears start to ring.

You shiver as the brunette drinks you up hungrily, your legs easing their hold on her, chest heaving with shuddering gasps.

“Oh, Vada. Fuck,” you mutter, resting your forearm over your eyes as you try to calm your speeding heart, “That was so... so good, baby. I think you lied to me. Either that, or you’re... a natural.” You chuckle breathlessly, raising a shaky hand to swipe some stray hairs from your forehead.

Your legs move to unhook themselves from the girl’s shoulders, taking pity on her most likely strained muscles, but Vada’s grip turns bruising on your legs. You’re pushed back further into the pillows suddenly, and before you can let out a single peep in alarm, she’s on you again.

Her hands reach to grasp under your knees, bending your legs up, your pussy spread open for her. She doesn’t relent — her hands hold your thighs as she all but buries her face in your heat, the movements of her tongue harsh. Fast. Merciless.

The sudden aggressiveness makes you let out a broken moan, your hands darting to tread through Vada’s hair, wanting her closer but away at the same time, the painful pleasure too much for your scrambled mush of a brain to handle.

“Oh my god, Vada!”

She leans away for a moment to trace two separate stripes from your entrance up to your clit with the tip of her tongue, and you whine, your foggy mind realizing that she has actually just done the letter thing, before she’s back on you like a hungry beast, jaw hanging open to wrap her mouth around your seizing cunt with an obscene slurping sound.

Your back arches as you cum harder than before, throwing your head back against bed and squeezing your eyes shut, your girlfriend’s name tumbling out of your mouth in an almost pornographic moan. You whine as Vada laps at your center with purpose, licking you clean, before pulling away mercifully.

There’s a cocky wolfish grin on the brunette’s face as she watches you open your eyes slowly, trying to compose yourself.

“How was that for a notch on your belt, hm?”

Shit. If you didn’t just experience the most intense orgasm in your life, you’d scoff at the smugness of her tone.

“I’m gonna be honest... I wasn’t sure I’d be into... that,” you say shakily, “But I guess I am now. Jesus Christ, Vada.”

“Just Vada is fine.” She gently caresses your hips, leans down to kiss your jaw lovingly, “Now...”

Her fingers lift the hem of your shirt up to your chest, blunt nails grazing the flesh under your breasts – she watches them rise and fall with your unsteady breaths.

“How about I salt the earth behind me so that no one ever stands a chance of owning you the way I do?”

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Who’s your Future Spouse ? Detailed 18+ reading

Hey y’all! It’s been so long since I made a intuitive post but I’m back! This reading is all about who you are going to marry or just be in a committed relationship with.

Disclaimer: please know that this is just a general reading and for entertainment purposes only. We all have free will so take what resonates and leave the rest.

Now take 3 deep breaths. Pick which animal you feel called too. If it’s more than one then that’s okay.

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Physically: deep round light brown or hazel eyes(prominent feature) have a youthful face. Small build, lightweight muscular, light brown shaggy hair and beard. Big smile, there’s something noticeable about their hands so it can be a tattoo, a scar or birth mark. Wears casual clothes especially sweaters

Personality: chilled laid back person. They’re more on the introvert side but loves to talk once they’re comfortable with you. I feel like their low key nerdy, like for example,you wouldn’t expect them to be huge Star Wars nerds first talking them until they reveal they own collectibles😅. I wouldn’t call this person a stoner per say but they don’t mind hitting a blunt every once in a blue moon😅they also love nature and I’m seeing a hiking bag so they could have an adventure side to them as well. I feel like some of you all are interested in astrology and they’re going to love hearing you teach them about it. Im hearing they love Greek mythology. This person loves learning things as well. They’re readers. This person gives me Taurus and Gemini vibes. They love food especially street food. They’re not confrontational but they will step up if need be “I’m not with the drama but don’t get it twisted, I got these hands.” Is what I heard. If you ever seen the tv show euphoria, your person reminds me of Fez a little bit lol.

Career hobbies: im hearing they love jogging or running. They love to paint as well. Im hearing they don’t have career per say but they do have ambitions. Im hearing freelance or one day owning some type of business (im seeing a gym) I do want to point out that this is the current energy they are in so when you 2 actually meet, they may be established in their chosen field

Sexually: very sensual in bed, they love the late night cuddles and conversations after y’all have sex. They don’t mind doing it whenever but at the same time they’re not in a rush either. Very chilled person like I said. they have a nice butt. If you’re interested in men then their 🍆 is long and slightly curved. If your interested in woman, they may have some hair down there

Astrological: Mercury, Taurus, Gemini, some Sagittarius as well

Letters: D, M, L, Y (First, Middle, Last name) or nick name

Overall your person sounds dope too me deer pile, I hope you enjoyed your reading

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Physically: fine as hell! intimidating look at first. May have resting bitch face😅 I’m hearing covered in tattoos, they love tribal and quote type of tattoos. They have an intense stare, they can see your soul type of stare. They’re tall and muscular, they take care of their body. They have deep dimples that you can see when they’re talking. They’re very confident but not arrogant with it. Here’s the the thing, they’re attractive and they know it😅 they dress nice and love to wear suites or athletic wear. Classy gentleman vibes. They have dark brown panther type eyes, google panther eyes and that’s how your Fs stares at you🔥clean cut hair but when it grows out, it’s really curly. They’re not really a smiley type person but when they do, their smile lights up a room.

Personality: “all my life I’ve had to fight” is what I heard. I’m going to be honest here and say that y’all Fs has been through some traumatic things in their life!! This is why they carry this tough, intimidating persona, it’s a defense mechanism. The have a hard time opening up to people due to past betrayals especially with lovers. The good news is that they’ve been working on some healing. I do feel like when they meet you, they’re going to really start taking their healing seriously because they want to be the best person they can be for you🥹they’re very protective of loved ones as well not just physically but emotionally as well. “If someone hurts you, then I’m hurting them real talk” is what I heard. Your person sort of reminds me of Jax Teller from sons of anarchy. The bad boy /bad girl with heart of gold type of vibe. They’re big romantics as well, loves date nights and very funny. Sort of a jokester (especially dirty jokes)

Career/hobbies: they love working out, playing cards, camping, traveling is a big one Im seeing. They’re very proud of their family roots; I’m hearing Italian descent. So they may love traveling their family ancestral place. For career, they work in some corporate type of work. Hence why their wearing suits a lot lol. I’m hearing entrepreneurs so they may own a business. They love this type of work because it’s competitive and they’re competitive lol

Sexually: Whew Chile!! I hope you guys have lots of stamina because this person is very sexual omg! Your Fs works a lot so when they do have time for you they want to do everything with and too you. Now I’m blushing🫣 they’re open to do all positions. They’re favorite is missionary, not because they’re boring but because they want to look you deep in your eyes while they’re in you👀, they trying to snatch your soul and you’re going to let them. I heard “Make you lose your breath with each stroke” There’s a deep spiritual connection between you 2 so the sex is fire and otherworldly. They love to go down on you as well. If you’re interested in men/masc then they have a big 🍆, if you’re interested in women (fem) then they have nice breast.

Astrological: Mars, Aries, Capricorn with some Libra energy

Letters; T, V, D, B (first, middle, last name) or nickname

Well that was hot pile 2, I need a drink of water after that😂 I hope you enjoyed it tigers

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Physically: I’m hearing this person has a very gentle aura about them. They feel like a warm fireplace with hot cocoa during a winter storm. I feel so relaxed. They’re medium height. Pillsbury doughboy just came to my head so they might be on fluffy side which is good for cuddling. Round face and brown curly hair and beard. Watery blue eyes, they may wear glasses(im not sure if it’s for reading or everyday use) big hands and feet😜, they love to wear sports jerseys. They have dimples and you can really see them when they laugh. They also have rosey cheeks and they blush a lot

Personality: this person is very shy, I’m having a hard time picking things up about them because they’re so hesitant. They may have been bullied growing up so it’s hard to open for them.🥹 They’re very much homebodies but don’t mind going out every now and then. They’re very much in a bubble and only those that’s in this bubble with them can see their true personality. I am hearing that they love watching and discussing movies. They’re great listeners. They’re more of a listener than a talker but they will carry a convo with you. They love their family, especially their mom. Very protective over them. Their a very family oriented person. Im sorry y’all, I’m not getting much here, their very private person.

Career/hobbies:watching and discussing movies, loves to cook (that was a big thing I received from y’all Fs) , watching sports. For career Im hardly getting jack squat😅Im only picking up on writer so they could be that

Sexually; very emotional connection when having sex. They’re pleasures rather than receivers. Your Fs sees sex as a bonding experience more than just a “hey let’s have sex” type of way if that makes sense. I’m not going to go furthur because they’re so private and shy compared to the other piles. I want to respect that. I’m hearing “I promise I’ll do my best to make sure they’re pleased.”

Astrological : Moon and Venus. Cancer, Pisces Aquarius and some taurus energy

Letters: B,R,A, D, H (first, middle, last name) or nickname

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F!Reader x Therapist Yan OC Sheila~

Tigers in the Garden🐅✨

Her Info: 📋❤️‍🔥

Was a Drabble i swear… Part 1~

Next Part—>

!MINORS DNI!

CW: F!Reader, Reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, use of strap on reader, fxf, strap in readers v, reader SH(Before it starts, not described, just mentioned and implied in convo), sub and slightly bratty reader, reader is a stoner, reader wears makeup, imbalanced power, DUB-CON(coercion and blackmail), reader has hair(not described), nipple play(a little), choking, not proofread, rough sex, rough with reader in general, spanking, lemme no if i missed any! :3 names for reader(brat, slut, whore),smut with barely any plot in this part, power imbalance

“Okay,” You shrug. “Whatever, i guess” The ‘good’ people in white coats guide you down a sea-green, sterile-smelling corridor.

Youre finally being let out of your mandatory three day stay at a mental health facility(more like prison). They’re letting you out on the condition you see the therapist they’ve set you up with.

Sheila Reichsgraf.

You’ve got nothing but the clothes you came in with in a plastic baggie with your phone, wallet, and keys. They gave you clothes that don’t quite fit or look good on you, and a piece of paper saying where you are to go tomorrow. For tonight? some well earned weed and munchies to go with. Maybe some masturbating too, you’ll see where the night takes you.

Now sitting in front of this woman(more like tigress), you slouch down into your seat. Her gaze is unreadable but scrutinizing.

“I’ve, of course, been informed of your admittance to Fir’s Rest. Would you like to talk about it?” She asks, while typing on her computer.

“Nope.” You sag further into the black velvet chaise lounge.

“I’d like you to talk about it.” She slides her keyboard out of her way, and folds her hands in front of herself.

“I’d like you to kindly shut it about that actually.” You snap.

“Take off your clothes.” Her voice is stern, but no louder than before.

“Ex-fucking-Scuse you!?” you exclaim, what the fuck is she on!? like sure you think she’s way too hot for this plane of existence but like ???

“Take off your clothes.” she interrupts your thoughts, repeating the same thing over again in the same tone. “Unless…” She continues before you can pipe back, “You’d rather go back to the facility.” she takes something out of a black leather padfolio before closing it, and sighing heavily.

You roll your eyes. “What, so you’re like, coercing me now? what’s next ?? threaten to tell my mother?” that would be terrible cause after all you’ve been through for that woman you at the very least want your share of the inheritance.

“Exactly that, darling~” As she walks toward you, you watch her in shock, or disbelief. She extends perfectly manicured, dark skin hands toward you, with a fan of polaroid photos of you in a mental hospital, butt hanging out of your polka dot gown, grippy socks and a trailing IV and all.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You’re sick! You’re a lunatic! If you even think that i’ll—” your voice is completely halted when she roughly grabs you by the cheeks and squeezes your lips into a fish mouth. You scowl up at her deeply. You think about spitting on her, but think better of it. thankfully.

“Listen to you, a brat like you needs to be put in her place.” A smile spreads across her cheeks, dimples pop out near the angled tips of it going into her cheeks.

She really is hot.

You swallow.

She roughly lets go of your face as you pull away. your hair muses and gets in your eyes but you don’t blink and lose eye contact for a second.

Sheila grips your arms to pull you up out of your chair, and throws you hands first into her desk.

Stunned by how fast this all happened, you remain there long enough for her to wrap herself around you.

You let out a cute little whimper as she pinches your nipple through the fabric. You weren’t expecting it, and the shock that got sent directly to your clit.

“Such a good whore under there, already whimpering for me~?” You hear the smile in her voice, as her head buries into the crook of your neck. It tickles and you jump, your ass slamming back into her body. she clings onto you tighter, to hold you still. Somehow you feel like she completely envelops you.

Your core is already hot as she quickly and roughly removes your clothes, feeling up your skin and grabbing everywhere she can as soon as it’s bare. From your hips, to your belly, down and even back up to your ribs, down your arms. Everywhere on you that enters the light, she roams. Her mouth isn’t far behind, kissing and biting you, devouring you fully.

Sheila spreads your legs, one at a time, and puts your hands back on her desk so that your leaning forward. You’re too out of breath and dumb right now to even think of moving. Your back is arched and your ass wiggles slightly on its own, beckoning her and her throbbing clit. She’s equally out of breath, dripping just like you are, her heels click on the wood as she removes her clothes, staring at your swaying backside all the while.

“You’re going to take all of this, aren’t you slut?” Her big beautiful strap on flings out to attention. Your head falls to one shoulder so that you can glimpse it… You swallow harder than before, your brows peaking as you start to imagine the stretch around that thing. You nod.

You don’t have to imagine for long before she’s grabbing your neck to pull your body up against hers. Hard nipples poke your back and you shiver. Delicious, you want those in your mouth, don’t you? “I won’t go easy.” She coos menacingly, and squeezes your throat gently until you see stars.

She rubs her cock against your entrance, prodding, and poking, slowly diving into your needy, wet hole. You’re already stretching around just her head and feeling so good at the same time, whining and whimpering until, she plunges it inside you. All at once and you bite your lip, unable to breathe anymore.

“FUCK!” You puff out the last of your air with one word.

“Soon you’ll be screaming Doctor…” She whispers into your ear before pulling away as far back as her arm will allow, so that she has a better vantage point. Watching your ass as she pulls her strap out, that looks like it’s as far in as your tail bone or further, her clit sends ripples of pleasure throughout her body.

She licks her lips and slams into you this time. She’ll have to savor watching it slowly get swallowed up by your tight pussy later. This time she pulls out faster and pushes back in just as fast. She sets a pace that’s both brutal and blissful to you, as the pain lessens the pleasure grows, and it grows exponentially.

Her nails dig into your throat and her other comes around to tweak your clit, it makes you start to shake and twitch, your arms wobble trying to keep you upright.. Her own orgasm building as the strap rubs her back with every thrust, she moans behind you, you tighten around her, and open yourself up more to take her better.

“D-Doctor!” You practically beg, not knowing what for; more, less, faster, slower! But she was right, and you yell, “Doctor!!” again. She gets faster and faster, your butt is hot from the force of her slamming into you. the slapping of skin against wet skin, combined with stuffed groans and more hoarse “Doctor”’s fill the office.

Blackened tears streak down your face as you cum around her cock you shake and convulse barley able to hold yourself up against the low desk, even with the help of her hand still wrapped around your throat. She keeps pounding you. Ruthlessly. Through your orgasm and straight into your crashing next two. “Who would have thought you’d be such a good girl under that attitude.”

Suddenly she pushes in deeper than ever before, stealing even more air from the depths of your soul. You swear you can feel her hitting there too. “Take all of me,” her hand runs down your hair and back. Then she slowly pulls out, letting you really feel the thick vein that twists around her length. You shudder around her, and whimpers keep falling freely from your open, puffy lips, you’re spent.

She plays with your hair gently, before spanking your already warm ass. You jump, “Wha-!” Your too dumb to even form one little word. Her hand rounds where she just slapped and you think she’ll slap you in the same spot when she pulls away, you brace for impact. You yelp! when she slaps your raw pussy instead.

The phone rings…

You don’t see her look at the caller ID, but you hear her sigh.

“This session is over. Come back next week.” She completely pulls away leaving you cold on the outside but still burning for her on the inside.

“What about—?” You start, before she interrupts.

“Session’s over.” she says while buttoning her shirt, then pats down her skirt, before turning back to you, and winks, “Like I said, come back next week” Your heart pounds. Can you even wait a week?

What are you even thinking right now!?

…

You glance back at her. She licks her lips.

She’s on the edge of her desk and watching you get dressed, you walk out the door with a slight limp and her eyes, practically ticklish on your back.

You have to catch your breath outside the thick wood doors.

Sheila groans before picking up the receiver.

“Hello, mommy dearest…” She makes her voice higher pitched and ready to please.

[briarberrythornedhart]

The Terrifying Ms. Henderson

Cw: fluff, joke threat of violence, love confession, light angst

🐈 🦇 🐈

Claudia Henderson stood in her living room and tried to mentally adjust to the unexpected tableau of Eddie “the Freak” Munson sprawled out on her sofa with Claudia’s eldest niece cuddled up under his arm and Mews sitting on his chest with a paw on his chin.

They were covered by a blanket but they were just sleeping and nothing Claudia’s older sister Kathy would disapprove of was happening under that blanket.

It was just that up until a couple weeks ago Claudia thought Eddie was a murderer. So it was an adjustment seeing him here in her house. Of course, now she saw how big brotherly Eddie was with Dustin. And you’d have to be pretty out of it to not see how sweet he was deep down.

It was obvious that Eddie had come over to take care of her sick niece. He’d brought lots of cold ‘cures’ and comforts. They had fallen asleep watching movies.

Young love, Claudia thought, nice while it lasts.

Eddie awoke, startled. He looked back and forth between Claudia and her niece.

Claudia beckoned to him to follow her into the kitchen.

Eddie nodded and wiggled himself free of Tews. Claudia watched as he adjusted the blanket up under her nieces chin with a soft unguarded smile.

But when he looked at Claudia again, he looked spooked.

He looked like he was expecting his ears to be pinned back.

Claudia smiled at him and spoke quietly. “Thank you for taking care of her today. You can stay overnight, on the couch, if you help me get her into bed. It’s late and I don’t want you to have to drive in the rain.”

Eddie looked surprised and then smiled and nodded. “Sure thing, Mrs. Henderson.”

“Ms.” She corrected, watching Eddie blush and scratch the back of his head. He was gangly -all limbs and big hair and big eyes, dimples and charm. Dangerous but not for the reasons people in town seemed to think. Claudia saw the appeal. “And Ms. Claudia will do fine. 10 years as a preschool teacher, it’s the best way to get my attention other than ‘Mom’.”

“I had some little kids call me Mr. Eddie once and I dug it.” Eddie nodded. “It’s nice to feel respected even by little tykes. Like…They don’t judge on appearances as much, y’know?”

Claudia felt wracked with guilt. She’d been very guilty of thinking this kid was a bad seed. No kid was a bad seed. “Dustin told me you kept the bullies at bay this whole year. We should have invited you over sooner. Shoulda gotten to know you and your Uncle before….”

Eddie cleared his throat and shook his head, dismissed this with a airy wave of his hand. “uh…yeah well… Dustin’s got a good head on his shoulders, he doesn’t get himself in trouble like some kids. I didn’t have to intervene so much. Not a hot-head like Gareth, man I don’t know how many times I had to pull his …butt out of trouble his mouth caused.” Eddie laughed and shuffled his socky-feet. He looked over his shoulder at Claudia’s niece.

“Eddie, my sister isn’t here, so I feel responsible. I feel like we ought to have… a talk.”

“Oh.” Eddie deflated, even his hair seemed to flatten. “A big letter T, talk? Is it cause you don’t want me holding her back or you don’t want us seen together in town, or…”

“No no, nothing like that. Just… This side of the family tree we are…” Claudia felt the pain of several heartbreaks come out in a long sigh. “…we fall in love fast. We fall hard. We go all in.”

Eddie touched his chest. “But I ..”

Claudia interrupted, touched his shoulder. “I can tell you are a good kid… a good guy. But being an Auntie means I have an obligation to tell you, I’ve seen the look in her eyes, how she talks about you, and she would do anything for you. So if you aren’t thinking long term, if your band is going on tour and you don’t think you can do long distance, or you aren’t sure how you feel— you should set her expectations down lower, gently.”

Eddie’s eyes lit and he smiled. “You don’t have to worry Mrs.. Ms. Hender…, Ms Claudia, I’m 110% all in. Munsons don’t do things by half-measures. I love her.”

“Good. Because as it happens, Dustin and I know exactly how to dispose of a body.” Claudia kept a straight face until Eddie’s eyes got large again and then she winked, “just kidding, Eduardo. Oh! Your face right now is priceless.” and Eddie chuckled back - albeit a bit nervously.

“What are you guys talking about?” The sleepy voice of Claudia’s niece reached them. She drooped against the fridge, looking rumpled but better than yesterday, for certain.

“Nothing, hey let’s get you to bed, Princess.” Eddie said, quickly. He saluted Claudia, and led his girlfriend off to the guest bedroom.

Claudia made up the couch as a bed for Eddie. He was family now, and she was glad.

[hischierdevils]

could you write about Nico losing the friendship bracelet in this right before a game and going absolutely crazyland when he finds it he’s super relieved??? maybe he even calls the reader in a panic?

Nico was running late to get down to the bus but he didn’t care. He was tearing the entire hotel room apart in search of the red and black bracelet you had made him forever ago now.

After checking under the bed for a third time, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and clicks on your contact.

“Nico?” You answer quickly. “The boys are saying you’re not on the bus.”

“I lost my bracelet.” He sounds panicked which is a big surprise to you because you’ve never heard him like that before. “The one you made me.”

“I can help you find it after the game, Ni. You need to get down here.” You were already on the staff bus, waiting to leave for the arena.

“It’s my good luck charm, y/n.”

“You don’t need a bracelet for luck, Nico.”

“I need…” He throws the blankets off the bed, followed closely by the pillows. He wants to tell you that he needs you. That you’re his good luck charm. But now is not a good time. It never is with the two of you.

“Lindy is sending someone to get you.” You whisper to him.

A sigh of relief leaves his lips as he notices the small string bracelet on the ground after throwing the pillows. “I’ve got it.” He’s grinning triumphantly as he picks it up. “Can you re-tie it for me?”

“If you get your butt down here, yes.” You say as he heads for the hallway, leaving his hotel room in quite a state of disarray.

He meets one of the trainers in the lobby and even though he’s getting lectured on time management, he’s smiling when he sees you standing in front of the staff bus waiting for him.

“Over a bracelet? Really Nico?” You roll your eyes as he holds his wrist out to you.

“It’s important to me.” He smiles at you, flashing his dimples and you can’t help but smile back. Staying mad at him is nearly impossible.

“I can’t tie it back on.” You say softly after fumbling with the string.

“You have to.” He gives you a panicked look. He’s worn it every day for almost a year and the edges are too frayed.

“Here.” You reach up and take the hair tie holding your messy bun in place out of your hair. Your hair falls in waves as you put the simple black hair tie around his wrist. “This is can hold its place until I make you a new one, okay?”

He’s grinning ear to ear as he takes in how beautiful you are. “Thank you, y/n.”

“Yeah, sure.” You laugh at how silly the last five minutes have been. “Get on the bus before they drag you on.”

Once your both on your respective buses headed to the arena, the boys chirp Nico mercilessly for the reason he was late. He takes it all in stride as he plays with your hair tie on his wrist.

[hecatelund]

I’m really looking forward to when I get bigger, obviously, but something I’m excited to see is just how cellulite develops on me. Like I get the sense I’m going to have a bunch bc I’ve already got some sizable cellulite dimples on my belly and butt, and when I squeeze my buns, it looks like there’s a whole lot developing. I can’t wait to see how that goes.

Big cellulite fan over here.

[xoxitgirl]

ALL MINE ♡ STATES CHALLENGE RESULTS!

🎀 february 6th

i started my challenge the day i posted it so 2/4 and hopefully ending 2/18. my main goal was not being at war in my own mind and instead asking myself when i was in a state I didn’t resonate with;

“who am I?”

“is this the energy I want to embody?”

“would the me who has xyz act this way?”

and this was only the first day—it was like a switch went off and I’ve been feeling so fluid ever since. like personally, the resistance at first can be a bitchhh depending on how you look at it. but my mind has finally accepted that imagination is the only reality like there is nothing i need to worry about or do or change but my state of awareness. and I start to find myself smiling and shit in class because in my 4D I’m doing shit for my business and idk that shit just feels so transformative. *updating every few days!

🎀 februrary 8th

I have a quiz today so a good day to updatee, im manifesting good grades as well without really trying and being the person who bullshits but still passes with all A’s. my goal for this challenge is not to check the 3D consciously—as long as my dominant state is a state of having/being then I have nothing to worry about! doing an edward art meditation before class laterr—ttyl!!! update—improved my grades and got a B on my calc quiz! + im understanding calc + harder econ which is insanee to me

🎀 february 15th

so I got hit up by my graphics design client/manager that made me HELLA money in 2020 for a commission + an upcoming event… y’all long story short I have multiple jobs lined up. I also been spending time alone and spoiling myself and I got this cute ass belly ring likee period. im meditating again tonight (Edward Art) but I feel so confident. I am also adding 5 more days because I checked the 3D/wavered about something business-related so my new end date is 2/23!

🍨 results!!

so im finally done with my challenge which felt like it flew by. everything I manifested—

• freelance opportunities + getting commissions for my graphic design business. my second business is also starting to grow, i even have models lined up (,:

• I literally always have money + my parents got better jobs opportunities—n when I say this shit manifested I mean I’m doing A LOT better financially

• my skin is so clear and my hairs easy to do??? I used to struggle a bit but now I can do it within 30mins-1hr + my hair’s now likee 4a/3c and touches my mid back its growing pretty quick

• playing the sims 4 again + hella expansion packs games would literally break my computers b4

• my dimples are prominent asfff! I have a lil more freckles too ((:

• buying whatever I want/getting it bought for me like new piercings + haircare + stiiizy pods + having my nails done when I want

• wasn’t even focused on my body at first but I asked myself how I would feel/react if I had my desired body and y’all.. over the last 2ish weeks I noticed I have the most toned stomach I’ve ever had and my butt grew an inch?? likee I haven’t worked out n my body only looks better

• my relationship is so perfect! my bf plans dates and stuff and suggests cute shit all the time for ex. he wants to take me to see the snow for the first time and were going on a trip next month for our anniversary <3

• i literally doodle in class, bullshit my hw, n still get good grades

these were the things I was really focused on during February but overall I’m super super happy with my results!! ౨ৎ

[softly-potter]

To Reminisce

Summary: Ruby has some girl crush questions for her uncle.

Pairing: Ruby x Weiss, Qrow x Clover, Qrow x Summer

Word Count: 691

Warning: none

Inspired by a scene from PS5 Spider-man 2

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“Have you ever been in love?”

The question catches Qrow off guard, spinning his thoughts like a blender and he goes mute for a few blinking seconds. Ruby looks up at him, her feet dangling off the edge of bleachers. Red and black hair spiked around her head like a mismatched halo, pale skin shimmering in the light of the setting sunset. Sometimes, his niece looked so like her mother it made his heart ache.

“Um. A few times.” Qrow replies after a moment. Ruby looks away, back down at her swaying feet. She leans on the palms of her hands, stretches before letting out a defeated sigh. 

“How does it feel?”

Qrow chuckles, scratches the back of his neck just so that he has something to do with his hands. It’s times like this that he misses his flask.

“Oh, that's a long answer,” He says with a small smile, gives her a questioning gaze. “How much time do you have?”

Ruby smiles, a dimple appearing in her left cheek. “As long as the story takes!”

Qrow gives a small eye roll but clears his throat nonetheless. Ruby beams, pulls her feet beneath her in a crisscross position and puts her elbows on her knees, leaning her face into her palms.

“Well, I guess it started with… a girl,” Qrow says slowly, trying to articulate his meaning. “And then there was a boy.”

He recalls dark hair and bright eyes, pale cream skin that was always so soft against his own when he held her. Summer had always been kind to him, tasted as sweet as she acted and could make his head spin with just a glance.

He thinks of a contagious smile, a courageous heart that would beat in time with his own when they sparred and the enthusiasm the boy would give him. Clover’s semblance may have been good luck but Qrow knew he would have been good without. Goodness had been laced into Clover like yarn, knitting him together.

“I met them at different points in my life, but now it feels like a lifetime ago,” Qrow says, looks away from Ruby and instead focuses his attention on the sunset. “They were both so… vastly different. And yet the same. She was a pacifist, always trying to obtain peace without a fight. He knew that confrontation was inevitable, but faced it head one, never shied away.”

“You must’ve loved them alot.” Ruby says and her voice sounds small. Qrow glances at her, swallows a lump in his throat before he nods.

“Yep,” he replies with a nod. “I did.”

They’re quiet for a moment, watching as the yellow sun bleeds into orange and red hues, mixing like a painter's pallet.

“So,” Qrow clears his thoughts, chases away the thoughts of Summer and Clover from his head. “Why do you want to know?”

Ruby flushes, silver eyes dropping. “Well I… there's a girl. And she’s just, bossy. So bossy.”

“Ah, that's how they get you.”

Ruby grins before letting out a short sigh. “But she’s also brave. And beautiful. And strong! And I just… I get so, so…”

“Tongue tied?” Qrow offers and Ruby nods her head vehemently.

“Exactly!” she exclaims, and Qrow tries to hide his smile. “I thought at first that we just didn't get along. That we’d always butt heads and I mean, we do, we argue all the time but honestly… there's no one I’d rather fight with than her.”

Qrow shifts so that he’s looking at Ruby more straight on. “Makes sense. That's how a crush starts. Its rarely butterflies and rainbows in the beginning,” He says with a nod. “Sometimes it comes where you least expect it.”

Ruby smiles and leans against him, her small body warm as he drapes an arm around her shoulders. “Thank you Uncle Qrow.” Qrow grins, remembers when he held Summer like this as they watched the sun set.

“You’ll look out for my little girl won’t you?” Summer had asked. As if she had even needed to ask.

“I’ve got you kiddo,” Qrow whispers, blinking away the mist that threatens his eyes. “I’ve got you.”

Writing Prompt #2623

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Um. A few times."

"How does it feel?"

"Oh, that's a long answer. How much time do you have?"

[dahliasanddimples]

DAY FUCKING 30 THIRTY!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH omg

I’m more excited about making it to day 30 than actual day 30.

Feels the same as day 23ish-29 but whatever lol I made it. Weird how fast I got over you. and I say it all the time but it’s really bc you played me so bad the first time during Valentine’s Day. Like nothing can hurt as much as that. Being left to my own thoughts after reaching out to you all week actually seriously concerned bc what other acceptable reason was there for you to ignore me all week especially during Valentine’s Day?? Like BE FUCKING FORREAL. I think about all the times I was there for you and damn I was really down for you. I WAS YOUR BOTTOM BITCH I FUCKING RODE FOR YOU. I was actually super concerned about you and then we tried it again, coincidentally, for 30 days and then boom. We weren’t together anymore, officially. The toxic part of me wants to ask if we’re done breaking up lol if heart break was a thing it would be that. Like I actually cried bc of how drunk I was. I cried so fucking much like I would just go about my day and start crying. It’s the fact that I reached out to you and I didn’t get any response back. Like are we done? Are we not done. Like I’ve never been so heart broken that I actually cried bc I was so drunk!! I know there are good men out there

Side note: men who don’t know how to flirt literally flirt like kids in elementary school. And it’s cute when they’re not ugly but its harassment when they’re ugly lmfaaoooo

Good men but I’m out of they’re league. Good men only bc im out of they’re league. Good men. Great men. Men who want the same life as me. And the same future.

Day 30 and I think I’m at a point where I’m not mad at you, I miss you but I don’t think I want you. I almost pity you. Like I actually feel bad for you? That you’re a total loser? Like it’s so unlike me to not text my ex but here I am. And it’s not something in me telling me not to text you. It’s not a feeling but something just tells me not to text you. I mean okay I do think about texting you sometimes. And you do pop up in my dreams sometimes.

Side note: I just think about who I am as a person and where I grew up and I think about the people I grew up with and can’t believe I actually made it to where I am today. Like my peers, idk. But I can say we really did all start from the same beginning and I had the same hardships as them and my mom raised three fucking kids by herself and we’re all doing pretty fucking good. Well at least I am. Like wait. I’m almost supernatural 😨😨😨😨 and I don’t mean to brag but HOLY GWAC A FUCKING MOLIE MOLE I can’t. Like I know I’m above average looking, that’s facts. Like facts on facts. But it’s beyond that. Like I grew up ugly actually lol so I have a personality. Like I’m actually super fucking witty. And funny. And entertaining. And I’m a hot fucking bitch. But I’m humble about all this. ON TOP OF I HAVE FUCKING RARE DIMPLES AND AN AMAAAAAAAZING SMILE. And beautiful legs. And a cute and perky little butt. If I was given boobs it would actually bc game over. Like not fair to the world lol. I’m driven. I’m motivated. I’m lazy sometimes and I’m a procrastinator (when it comes to work) but you know I’m actually not a bad catch. I know how to cook and I love to cook. I love being organized and clean and I’m very innovative.

Your qualities are… well social media flaunt. Maybe when we had to end for the betterment of both of us. Maybe now you’re thinking, what can I offer the next girl. Bc if you think about what you can offer, ehh, it’s not much. Maybe you’re used to girls, emphasis on girls and not women, throwing themselves at you. And that’s cool but like what do you actually have to offer? Like yeah boy I seeeeeeenT that hairlike receding 👀 did your forehead get bigger? Gotta be both. Aweee it’s actually kinda sad and I do feel bad for you but you have the power to change your life. You have the power to want to better your life! Yes I do feel bad but I don’t bc I don’t understand how someone struggling with money can spend so much on drugs, call off so much from the two days that they do work, and not get a real job. I pity you. And I think it starts with your hair line. I’ve seen old pics of you and damn you had nice ass hair. I caught like the end piece of you. Caught you after your super long relationship. Caught you off guard a little probably. I re downloaded my trap phone and I saw our old messages. For a second, and nothing more, I think I was sad and I missed you. I think you were still working in finance.

Our feelings for each other were ok different schedules. I liked you so much early on and with all the let downs from you I guarded myself and when you liked me so much I was still guarded.

Feelings are such a blur sometimes. It’s like, I can’t e en fathom how sad I felt after that Valentine’s Day incident. To make it worse, you didn’t even make it up to me? At this point I’m actually sad for myself. I PITY myself. I’m so sad for me and what I let slide. You didn’t even make it up to me? Valentine’s Day. It’s always, I’m going to. I was going to. And always ends there but actually never did. Did not even make it up to me. I can’t believe I let that slide. Did not even make it up to me. Sometimes I feel bad but financial burdens are not an excuse especially with you bc you have 5 days off in the week. Like my Uber driver said, working two days is just like throwing out the garbage. The. Bare. Fucking. Minimum. And you know what. You were the bare fucking minimum. Love don’t pay the bills. I do feel bad for you and I know I made the right choice to leave. And it really is the best for the both of us.

I realize I don’t wanna date until I’m fully healed from this. I wanna come into the next relationship completely me with no baggage. And right now you’re baggage. It’s sad that I feel sad for you.

Literal, sorry for your loss ✌🏼🥺

Day 30 and I’m gonna stack it up. And when I’m completely healed and ready to date im gonna get a cute loft apartment downtown. A part of me would want to invite you over just so you can see where I live but I know I shouldn’t.

As I write all this I have flashbacks of you and me and us just being cute. Just being hugged up. And being cute. You were actually my best friend at one point. Like I had to see you everyday and talk to you everyday. And it is a habit. I used to long for you, actually yearn for you. And now I just think about you. Less and less. Everyday.

Day 30 and yes, I still think about you. But now I’m can socialize and not think about you so much. Day 30 and I’m finally focusing on me again. Day 30 and I realize you had nothing to offer, me at least. You were not benefiting my life you were actually holding me back.

There’s times where I think about the disrespect I let slide. Mid convo to just ignore me. It’s weird it’s like we see each other too much and we need space but as soon as we leave each other I just wanna be back with you. Like I hate you but I need to be with you. I need space but I can’t leave your side. That’s a bit toxic.

Day 30 and I just imagine the love I deserve and want. It’s really on some cute shit. It’s really on some kick my feet in the air cute shit. It’s with a buff guy with a nice chest and broad shoulders. Beard obvi WITH a jawline. Patience is virtue and I feel I’m not ready to settle down anyways so why rush it. I’m not ready for that and I do wanna see what’s out there. Plus the man of my dreams needs to date more women to see that I’m actually a catch lol

Day 30 and I’m finally able to focus on me. Day 30 and I’m at my own healing phase and I can’t wait until I’m healed enough to actually date!! Day 30 and I’m gonna focus on me and work on me and stack my bread and build these cakes OOHHHHHHHHH. Day 30 and I have goals again. Day 30 and I realize you’re a bit of a loser (British accent).

Less of you and more of me. Day 30 <3 😌🤪♥️

[personasintro]

tagged by @starlightauroras-main, thank you!! I was waiting for somebody to tag me in this amazing game!

tagging everyone who wants to do it! don’t forget to tag me, I’m so interested with all the results💜

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

So I’ve been playing dead by daylight recently and searching fan art of the game so now I’m horny for slashers. Here’s a fic of pyramid head

Warning: noncon/dubcon, 18 +, explicit. Read at own risk

Pyramid Head x reader

I woke right beside a generator and quickly rushed towards it. I hated when the trail started, I’m sure everyone does. And this place always made me more uncomfortable than any other. The killer being Pyramid Head gave me the hardest time. I’m used to getting caught and hooked but not caught and fondled. He’d know exactly where I was and always chased after me as if I was the only here. I wanted to get out of this school as quickly as I could. “Hey.” Feng whispered as she came to help me with the generator. I nodded her way and she told me she saw Pyramid Head on the other side of the school last. She knew I had the worst time with him. I heard the start of another generator across the hall, I guess that was the other survivors. Feng and I were close to finishing but when I saw Meg and Jake run pass the classroom my heart instantly sank and I felt uneasy. We’re they being chased. My heart beat thumped loudly in my ears and Feng and I both knew Pyramid Head was coming. But we didn’t even bother leaving the generator, we were so close.

Feng gasped and looked above me. I felt my body yanked and slammed against one of the desk in the room. Pyramid Head wrapped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me. Feng flashed her flashlight in his face and he let me go, shielding himself from the light. I gasped and coughed, rolling off the desk and running away. I heard Feng cry out and she sprinted out the room limping and trailing blood. I helped her down the corridor and we rounded a corner to the infirmary and I covered her mouth as she cried in pain. When my heart beat stopped pounding in my ears I instantly healed her up. Using some of my clothing to bandage her wound. “Thank you Feng. Can you continue or do you need a minute?” She shook her head and stood up like she was never hurt. “Let’s go, we have one generator left.” And right as she said that we heard the doors turn on. They fixed all of the generators? Jake and Meg were really good at the generators. We left the infirmary and headed towards the Teachers room we’re we met up with Jake. “Hey! This way!” He beckoned us over and we rushed over to him. He led us to the doors that was already being opened by Meg.

My heart beat again thuddd in my ear and everyone scattered. Well everyone except Meg. She bravely stayed opening the gate even while Pyramid Head approached her. “Meg! Run!” I yelled at her. The killer turned his huge cone head towards my voice and began walking towards me. I ran down the corridor, his large very oversized sword dragging against the floor as he chased me. He was slow but not as slow as Michael. I heard the blaring sound of the gate opening. If I could just get around him I’ll be free. I ran up the stairs to the second floor and entered the equipment room. Hiding in the corner. I panted and tried to steady my breathing as I heard his sword clanging against the stairs as he came up. Should I have ran further? Maybe, but it was too late for that now. I didn’t hear the dragging of metal, I know he was on this floor. My heart still thudded in my ears, so I know he was close. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. He was absolutely terrifying. My legs shook and my body dripped in sweat. Calm down, you’ll get out of this. Just relax. I took a deep breath in and out. But I nearly lost my shit when a hand clasped over my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and panicked but calmed down when I saw it was Jake. He put a finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. He led me out of the room and down the stairs. We crouched and crept to the door. Jake stopped when he heard clanging infront of us. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body over mine, caging me in between his arms as we hid from Pyramid Head. My chest touched his as I took heavy breaths. “Listen. He’s just going to keep going after you so I’ll distract him and you run to the door okay.” Jake said. He looked into my eyes and smiled a little. “No, I can’t let you do that. You could be killed.” I replied back. Our whispering was pretty loud but the tension only grew when we heard the killer again. “I’ll be right after you. I’m only going to run around the floor once and head straight for the door right after.” He said. I shook my head which made Jake frown. “Do you want to get out of this alive or what? We can’t just argue until he gets us. Now when I say run, you run. Got it.” He was stern and his tone was deep. As if talking to a child. I just sighed and nod my head in agreement.

Jake peeked out the door and motioned me to follow him. We continued to crouch towards the door. When we were close to the door we heard running. Fast, heavy thudding footsteps coming right at us. We turned around and saw Pyramid head sprinting. Since when?! We scrambled to our feet but Jake tripped over his laces. When I went to go help him back up he pushed me. “Run!” He yelled at me right before the sword pierced through his body. The sword even went through the floor. Jakes blood quickly spilled and touched my boots. I pushed myself back as Pyramid Head stepped towards me. I turned around and tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair. I was so close. The gate was right there. I cried, kicked and screamed as he dragged me down the corridor. He dragged me into the teacher room by the stairs and forced me over the desk. My face against the desk while his other hand held my hip. I gasped and jumped when I felt something grinding on my ass. His hand tore my shirt from where I had ripped it to help Feng. He grabbed my bra and tugged on it a couple of times. “Wait! What are you doing?! Stop!” I tried to push myself up but he was definitely stronger than me. The little muscle I had and height couldn’t even compare with him. He was a real beast. He pulled my bra this time making the fabric rip, the wire underneath cut my skin and it came off. He grunted, pleased to see my exposed back. Trailed his huge hand down my spine. Gurgles coming from the inside of his ‘head’, as if trying to speak.

He released my hair and my body. When I tried to get up he pushed me back but still didn’t hold me down. “Agh!” I cried at the force. I tried getting up again and he slammed me harder into the wood. I stayed still knowing if I moved he would just do the same thing. He wanted me to be against the desk but didn’t want to hold me down. After a couple of second of obeying him he raked his nails down my back. Digging into my skin enough to draw blood as his hands trailed from my shoulders down to the dimples above my ass. I kept silent, crying to myself as the pain of his nails nearly had me kicking. I forced myself to stay still. I felt the flat end of that pyramid on his head drag the blood down my back, playing with it and painting my skin in my own blood. His hands came beside my body on the desk and he bang to grind his bulge against my ass again. His grinding turned into humping. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand back on the desk and humped my ass, his bulge hitting right at my covered heat. He was rough and pushed my body into the desk, making the desk shake every time his hips slammed against my butt.

I was undeniably wet. My vagina enjoying the teasing of him trying to fuck me through our clothes. Well what ever it was he wore. I whimpered and held back my moans. My hands covering my mouth. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. His humps got faster and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned out and he pressed a hand to my lower back keeping me and the desk steady as he continued to thrust against my vagina. I heard small sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans, coming from him. Of course he was enjoying this. It was sick. What got him all riled up? Was it the killing? It couldn’t be? He didn’t do this to anyone else. But how would I know? I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Did he does this to Meg, Claudette, or Feng? Would he even care whether if they were male or female? I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt his finger slide against my panty. I gasped and squirmed away, covering my breast and crawling on my ass. He growled angrily. He pointed to the desk and I shook my head. “Just kill me!” I rather die then go any further. He grunted and pointed at the desk again. “No!” I yelled. He stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. I yelped and stared at the pyramid as if looking at his face and whimpered. He pulled me up and brought me back to the desk. Gurgling and squishy sounds emanating from the Pyramid. It made me cringe. He was clearly trying to speak. He pointed to the desk once more and released my arm.

I shook my head no and he pushed me. He kept pushing me. Trying to make me to lay on the desk on my own. As he pushed and shoved me he growled. “Okay! Okay!” I yelled at him. I bent over but he lifted me back up and shook the Pyramid left and right, ‘no’. He didn’t want me in that position anymore. I used one hand to jump on the desk and lean back. He let out an approved grunt. He knelt down and the metal pyramid touched the bottom of my breast. He pushed my thighs up and apart. I stared at the ceiling and tried to remove myself mentally. Thinking of my new friends. Knowing that they’re back at camp, probably wondering where I was but safe until another trial. I gasped and nearly sat up when in felt something long and wet swipe across my slit. The pyramid vibrated as if he was laughing. His fingers moved my panty to the side but he still ripped them. His hand then came up and grabbed mine. I flinched away but he grabbed them again, gently this time. Entangling his fingers in mine, I let out a shuddered moan when the wet appendage licked my exposed folds. My hips bucked slightly and my legs rested on the edge of the desk. Did he really have a tongue? Does that mean he has a head? No, at least I don’t think so. The Pyramid was too narrow for anyone to wear.

He licked up and down my folds until his tongue slipped passed them and found my clit. “Mmmm!” I squealed through my closed lips. His right hand left my hand and used my arousal to soak his dirty fingers. I felt disgusted having him touch me like this but it did feel good. He was gentle this time. Unlike when he was humping me. I’d soon eat my words when he forced two fingers into my vagina at once. I cried and grit my teeth. My free hand pushing at his head while my other hand squeezed his. He grunted and I felt the wet muscle poke my clit. Flicking at my clit teasingly making me moan. His fingers scissored my hole, stretching me out. It felt uncomfortable since he was a big and thick man thing. His fingers moving in and out of me, the sounds of my wet pussy filled my ears. I squirmed underneath him and he groaned. His ‘tongue’ or whatever it was entered my hole between his fingers. It was longer, really long, and it licked my insides so nicely. My eyes rolled back and his fingers slowly slid out of me, holding my thigh as his tongue are me out. I felt my stomach sink in but also expand as my bladder filled up. I know that feeling. As many times as I loved it I hated it now. “Please stop I don’t want to.” I cried. He just continued and massaged my thigh. My arousal dripping down his chest and I was so close to cumming on him. He growled and the vibration sent me over. My back arched as much as it could and I cried out, I squirted over him and he pulled his tongue out. Tears streamed down my face and my legs closed when he stood up again.

I heard that thing he wore fall to the floor. He was now naked and I couldn’t look away from him. If he was clean I would be able to appreciate the massive body he owned but he was dirty and covered in blood. When I looked down I panicked when I saw the size of his cock. That’s not normal. No. Get it away from me. “Enough please! Just kill me!” I kicked his chest as he tried to grab my legs. “No! No! Stop! I said stop!” I kicked the Pyramid and he stumbled back. Groaning in pain. I guess I hit a sensitive spot. Of course I did, that heavy thing attached to his body was bound to be sore on his neck and shoulders and I’m sure it could never come off. “Please kill me, I want to see my friends.” I said. I was tired of this. This wasn’t apart of the trails. It was just escape or be killed. Why was he doing this? He shook his head and grunt, coming back towards me. His hands groped my boobs and I gave up. I was too afraid to kill myself and he wasn’t going to do it until after he had his way with me. He pinched my nipples, I whinced in pain and he immediately let go. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed his bare cock over my clit. Grinding on me and he played with my breast. He moved his chest closer and the pyramid lightly sat over my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. My hand touched his body. It was a beautiful body, too bad it was dirty, the scars that was on him made it more beautiful. He moved my hand down to his nipple and I grazed it lightly. Feeling it becoming hard at my touch. I took a deep breath and sat up. He moved back and I used both of my hands to touch him. His cock throbbing at my soft hands. Tracing his veins, the sculpt of his abs, the definition of his arms, appreciating his massive form. He pulled my waist towards his body, the thing I assumed was his tongue came out and licked my cheek. I shivered and let him lick my face. Sucking in my lips when it got too close. His hands held my head gently and he brushed back my untamed hair.

He pushed me back onto the desk and slowly spread my legs. He positioned his cock at my hole and I stared off at a wall. Not wanting to watch him take my virginity. But he wasn’t having that. He turned my head by my chin and made me stare at the nonexistent head that was replaced with an oversized metal cone. He pushed in and my teeth gritted. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I chanted in my head. He was huge, too big for me but he kept forcing himself in. His hips clapped against mine but his cock didn’t even go inside. It slipped up, he spread my legs wider and tried again. He slipped again and let out an irritated gurgle. “I-it won’t fit.” He nodded yes, as if saying ‘yes it will.’ I shut up and let him try again. This time he used his hand to steady himself so his dick wouldn’t move anywhere. The tip slowly moving in, I whinced and cried as the stretched became unbareable. He was spliting me apart, I wasn’t as prepared for this as I hoped I was. His two fingers didn’t even compare. He growled as he moved in further, scratching my thighs and leanig his head back. I watched his dick sink into me and I even saw the outline of his cock through my skin. Blooding dripping down his balls and my ass as he tore my hole. I mentally thanked my parents for giving me my body, I couldn’t imagine being smaller and trying to accommodate to his size. I mean to him I was of course still small but it wasn’t so bad. He let go of my thighs and put his hands beside my torso, clawing the desk, the wood chipped under his nails. I wiggled my hips trying to pleasure myself and he immediately pressed a hand over my hip. I whined when he stopped me. Again he gurgled, why did he keep doing that, I can’t understand him. He stayed still and massaged my body. Soothing the pain from me. He was all the way in, our bodies connected. I suddenly just realized that my heart wasn’t thudding like it would normally if the killer was close. It was quiet. My body eased as if there was no threat. The warmth of his hands caressing my body.

“Please move.” I begged him. Glancing off into the distance before looking back at him. He slowly brought his hips back and slowly pushed back in. I felt my slick gush as he moved, feeling myself getting wetter just from one thrust. He grunted and picked up the pace. “Ahh, please more.” My hand reached out to his chest and he held my hand. Fucking me faster. My eyes rolled back and I bite my bottom lips, smiling to myself as my body was encased in pleasure. He groaned and held my hips as he began to go harder. Pounding away at me like I was some doll, but when i slapped his chest and cried out he slowed down. Rubbing his tongue over my cheek as an apology. I nodded and his tongue licked my nipples. I didn’t feel much at my boobs but knowing that his tongue was there sent shivers down my spine and euphoric shocks through my body. His dick abusing my cervix giving me beautiful pain.

“Mm! Oh fuck! Good! Feels good!” I praised him. His hands tightened at my hips and he bucked harshly but went back to his original pace. “You’re making me feel so good.” I continued to praise him. He let out a gargle that sounded like he was happy. He likes the praises? “Yes! Just like that, right there! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned. He felt amazing. My hand moved down to my clit but he moved it to his shoulder. He put his thumb in my mouth and dragged it over my teeth, gums and tongue. I sucked on it and got another groan from him. He pulled his thumb out and placed it on my clit. Fucking me as he rubbed my sensitive bud. “Oh shit!” I yelled. My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hit my body. My insides felt like mush, my pussy felt sore and numb but the way his dick hit my cervix just proved how much my body loved it. The way I moaned, panted and yelled was music to him. My body convulsed under him as I came again. My mouth hung open in a silent cry as I came on his cock. He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it. But he did go faster. The desk moving under us, it was really loud. Pushing the desk towards the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. Rearranging my guts and making me stupid over his dick. I babbled nonsense and my body was numb and weak under him. Using me however he pleased just to get himself off. Making sounds like an animal as he brutalized my pussy. It was overwhelming. Why did I like it? Why was I enjoying it? Please stop. “Don’t stop.” I panted. The fuck was wrong with me? His tongue licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting it in. Tasting blood as he explored my mouth. Using his tongue to fuck my mouth.

He slammed into me. Again and again and again. He was close, his thick cock throbbed inside me and his hips stuttered once. His tongue still down my throat. I moaned over it and sucked on it. His thumb rubbed my clit again and I bucked my hips. It was so sensitive, he made me jump and move. My orgasm built up again. My bladder filling with fluid as I felt my stomach tighten. I choked on his tongue and gasped when he removed it. He pulled out and rubbed my clit faster and I squirted again as he shot his cum over my body. My hole clenched around nothing as I came. I shudder, shook and cried out. I bucked wildly and my eyes crossed. He pressed my hips down to help me relax. I panted and took deep breaths to help me get over my orgasm. When I finally relaxed he scooped his cum on his finger and put it in my mouth. My tongue lapped it up like it was an icicle. Moaning slightly just to please him. He groaned and stroked my cheek. He then left the room. Coming back with his blood stained sword. I dropped to my knees and waited for him kill me. He pulled me up to my feet and pat my head. Just do it! I yelled in my head. He brought the sword up to my neck and slowly sliced my jugular. Gagging on my blood, the pain was unimaginable.

I woke up at camp, my clothes back on and no evidence of what happened on me. “YN! Jesus Christ what took you so long?!” Feng ran over to me. I stayed silent and just curled up into fetal position.

[you-are-so-much-better-than-that]

I was tagged by the absolute loves of my life @metalheadmickey @heymrspatel @whatwouldmickeydo and @deathclassic to do a joy list and I’ll never say no to those! Here are some highlights from my time away

Joy List

1. Finally meeting my almost three year old niece and nephew and falling completely in love with them. Meeting my four month old niece and attending her baptism. Getting to hold another niece less than 24 hours after she was born.

2. My nephew’s eyes shining super bright when his mom told him ‘I got you something’ and without any more information on what that thing might be him immediately responding “ooooo thank you mama’ in the most adorable freaking voice

3. My niece playing doctor with me with her toy stethoscope, checking my heart and saying ‘sounds good’

4. My nephew coming over to me and lying down on top of me and tracing the scar on my knee gently, turning around and squeezing me, then going back to watching tv while lying on top of me.

5. My nephew handing me my crutch even though I didn’t need it because he had the urge to play with it then remembered ‘it’s not a toy’ but he’s already picked it up.

6. My niece interrupting our little game to say “I’m having so much fun hanging out with you”

7. My niece being annoyed at Charlie and yet asking to FaceTime him as soon as she leaves.

8. My little baby niece farting the loudest fucking fart! She farted so loud one night, she woke up her dad who thought someone was breaking into their home. HOW does something so loud come out of such a tiny baby!

9. Her dimples. Her laugh. Her smile. Her crazy messy hair.

10. When she sleeps in my arms.

11. Just born baby feet wrinkles!

12. Watching my aunt and uncle be grandparents and my cousins be dads.

13. My aunt teaching me to how to cook Egyptian food.

14. Finding the perfect pair of knee high brown suede shoes that actually zip up around my calves!

15. Sparkly boots

16. Meeting friends! Hugging friends for the first time. Hugging friends in the middle of a bus station. Really long first hugs.

17. Friendsgiving dinner.

18. Rented fancy chairs and charger plates!

19. The smell of tomato pie..

20. Getting to flex my brain muscles a little and finding that I do still got it apparently

21. Trader Joes and Petco shopping trips

22. A cuban sandwich and tacos

23. Service dogs with ear muffs when a theatre is too loud

24. Being called a jackal

25. Museum days and sculpture butts

26. Crossing things off my bucket list

27. Seeing my friends’ homes for the first time.

28. Sleepovers with friends

29. Knowing that in just a short couple of months I’ll get to see my family and friends again. Making concrete plans for it. Seeing it in their calendars.

30. This space. This community. All of you make me so, so joyful! It’s been almost a year since I’ve joined this place officially, and it has been the most transformative year I’ve had in a long time. It hasn’t been an easy one, but you’ve all helped me weather it. I love you all so much!!!!

And since this was going around a while ago, I’m gonna tag some friends! @whatwouldmickeydo @heymrspatel @metalheadmickey @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @iansfreckles @thisdivorce @squidyyy23 @tidalrace @auds-and-evens @creepkinginc @celestialmickey @deathclassic @energievie @howlinchickhowl @ianstummy @mikhailoisbaby @mrsinistertype @mickmilks @rereadanon @sickness-health-all-that-shit @sleepyfacetoughguy @doodlevich @xninetiestrendx @smokey-mickey @suchagallabitch @y0itsbri @look-i-love-u @vintagelacerosette @milkovichy @milkovski @clingymickey @whatthebodygraspsnot and literally anyone else who wants to share some joy! 

[heecyon]

Enhypen Little Angels Series: When they find out their s/o is pregnant

warnings: cursing, mentions of miscarriage and hospitals, collapsing, vomiting and couvade syndrome (for Sunghoon and Sunoo)

this happens before the og enha little angels

taglist: @skyaura-koo @serendipityclick @en-sun @envirae @exulansis-eun @gamezzzz

Pls tell me if I forgot anyone from the taglist and I'll fix it immediately.

I'll try to fix any grammar mistakes. Sorry for the delay

word count: 1,523 words

Lee Heeseung:

“Heeseung... What if i'm really pregnant?” Mina said bouncing on her feet.

Being nervous wasn't the words that she would use to describe how she feeling at the moment.

“If you are pregnant, then that means that our child will have the most amazing mother and the most amazing father.” He set his hands around Mina's waist, then accommodated his head on her shoulder.

“I'm not talking about that.” She sighed, looking at the ring on her finger.

“You mean... the loss?” Mina nodded, her gaze was sad and her eyes were glossy.

“It wasn't your fault jagi, and I know that you fear that the same thing will happen again, but I promise you that everything will turn out for good.” Heeseung placed a soft kiss on his wife's lips, then unified his forehead with hers.

“I think... I'll go check the test.” Mina said before placing a kiss in Heeseung's cheek and going to the bathroom to see the results.

He waited a few seconds and then...

“Heeseung, I'm actually pregnant!”

Park Jongseong

“How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine?” Bella said looking at IV hooked on her hand.

Jay kept walking around the hospital room, he was a little bit mad, he thought that Bella hadn't taken care of herself as he told her to.

“As many times as you want, because it's not gonna work for me, or make me feel better.” He kept pacing around back and forth, trying to keep himself calm.

“If you keep rambling nothing will be solved.” Jay huffed, as he pinched the skin of his left arm.

“And if you keep dismissing your health nothing will get solved!”

Bella groaned, sometimes Jay could be way to stubborn.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I've been taking care of myself.” She pouted.

“It doesn't seem like that to me.”

Just in time the doctor appeared on the room.

“What is it doctor? Is she healthy?” She smiled at Jay and then at Bella.

“Well, there isn't any problem... Except that you have high levels of HCG.”

They both looked at the doctor completely confused.

“This high level of HCG only appears on pregnancy. Congratulations, you are pregnant.”

If they were confused before then, I don't know how to describe how they felt by the moment.

“Huh?!”

Shim Jaeyun

“Do you think is something bad?”

Jake shook his head, while looking around the doctor's office. He was way more anxious than what he showed, but he tried his best to stay calm for Teagan.

It had been days since Teagan started vomiting and having nausea, to the point that she spent most days locked in the bathroom and nearly fell down the stairs because of how dizzy she felt.

“I'm done! I'm taking you to the doctors!”

Teagan looked at him dumbfounded. Why did he wanted to take her to the doctors so suddenly.

“But I feel fine.”

“Being fine is not nearly falling down the stairs because of dizziness.”

Teagan hated hospitals with all her might, and always tried everything to avoid them, but guess who still drag her to the hospital? Jake!

The doctor finally entered the office, making the couple turn their gaze to him.

He gave them a small smile, before saying:

“I already have your lab results...”

Jake grabbed his wife's hand, trying to calm himself down a little and also reassuring her that everything will be okay.

In the best case he thought you had a stomach bug. In the worst case you could some kind of terminal illness.

... But gladly those weren't the cases.

“It seems like you have high levels of human chorionic gonadotropin.” Teagan looked at the doctor with a dumbfounded gaze.

“What those that mean?” Teagan looked at the doctor and then looked at Jake who was in shock, but then spoke.

“It means... that you are pregnant.”

Park Sunghoon

... It started when Sunghoon started having symptoms. Hyeyoung noticed how tired Sunghoon was does days and how he started having cravings... A lot of cravings.

“And can you please add an extra order of fries please?” “Thank you.”

He hanged up on the call while Hyeyoung looked at him weirded out.

“You sure you are okay?” She walked up to him, seating beside him on the sofa.

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?”

“Well... because you are acting like a pregnant woman.”

Sunghoon giggled a little, before he realised that...

“Hyeyoung? When was the last time that you had your period?” The girl looked down for moment, and then she finally realised what was going on.

Now they were both looking at the positive pregnancy on their hands.

“Oh shit!”

“OH HOLY SHIT!”

Kim Sunoo

Another case of couvade syndrome...

“Ah! Noona! Sunoo-Hyung just fainted!” Aera ran to the studio and saw the boys fanning Sunoo to make him feel better.

Sunno saw Aera's worried expression and then smiled at her to ease her up.

“I'm fine jagiya. I'm just tired.” He stood up with the help of his oldest members.

He walked up to Aera, who changed her expression suddenly, she started feeling way to dizzy and all off the sudden she lost her balance and collapse on Sunoo's.

The rest of the members started shouting worriedly and asked the staff to call medical help.

“I guess we have the same condition or something.” Sunoo spoke when they where both in the doctors office waiting for both of their results.

“It's probably the flu, or a cold is kicking our butts.” Aera chucked and Sunoo giggled a little.

The doctor entered the room, with the results on his hands.

“Well it seems like Sunoo is pretty healthy and there is no reason for your collapse, except that you have couvade syndrome.” He frowned at the doctors words wanting a clear explanation.

“It's when a partner presents the same symptoms as their pregnant partner.” Aera was the one frowning at that moment. Was the doctor saying what she thought he was saying?

“I'm sorry, but my wife is not...”

“The fuck?! She's pregnant?!”

Yang Jungwon

This boy rushed to the hospital the moment that he got a call from her mom, saying that Mirae had fallen down the stairs.

He freaked out, but when he got there Mirae explained him that she had blacked out and that made her fall down three steps of stairs.

“Are you sure you don't feel pain or anything?” Jungwon played with her hair, while he sat on her hospital bed.

“Wonie, I'm fine, it's just a small bruise”

“And a concussion.” Mirae's mother blurted that out of nowhere. Which made the girl murmured a "Mom" angrily.

“Ah! I guess I'll stay up with you all night.” He said rubbing her shoulders.

“I also have something else to tell you...” She grabbed a strand of hair and started playing with it.

“Hmm?” Jungwon payed all his attention ontu her.

“The doctor did a few tests... Everything's okay, but...” She passed and stayed quiet for while.

“What's wrong Rae, you can tell me anything, remember?” Jungwon smiled showing his cute dimples.

Mirae sighed, inhaled... Then exhaled.

“I'm pregnant.”

Jungwon seemed in shock by what she had just blurted out, but then started laughing immediately.

He was happy, obviously he was... But then he paused.

“When did I made you a baby?”

Nishimura Riki

They where both visiting Niki's parents in Japan, they where on vacations so they used that to pay a visit to them.

Mei Lin wasn't feeling that good throughout the whole way to her in laws house, she felt like throwing up the ride in the plane, but she thought it was just motion sickness.

“You sure you are okay? If you don't feel well enough, we can stay at the hotel and go tomorrow.” Niki wasn't that sure of what to do at the moment, but he thought it would pass in a few hours.

“No, I think I still feel bad because of the flight, but it'll pass in a few minutes, I promise.” She said patting Niki's head before calling over a taxi.

They got home pretty fast and had dinner. They were both enjoying their time, but something about the food just made Mei feel nauseated. So she covered her mouth and nose with her left hand.

The family noticed pretty fast and Niki's sister was already looking for a pill to calm Mei's stomach down.

While Niki was rubbing her back, his mother commented.

“You know, this reminds me of the symptoms I had when I had a few weeks of pregnancy with Riki.” She laughed it off, but something about just made the rest of the family including Mei freeze.

“I think... I'll just go get a pregnancy test.”

Everybody's eyes widened and the thought of their daughter in law being pregnant was kinda shocking.

An hour later, a positive pregnacy test was on the couple's hands.

Niki and Mei were both in complete shock, they were happy of course... But still shocked.

“I wasn't expecting you guys to take me seriously when I said «I want grandchildren as soon as possible.»”

[justice4canyonmoon]

I love your writing sm. I rarely ever find anyone who writes sub Harry or writes about anal on him. Eating Harry out sounds really hot. Do you think you could write something about doing it at his parents house and he has to

Anonymous asked: Fucking h with a vibrator was like the hottest thing I have ever read. What about rimming him? Would he be embarrassed at first then be a moaning mess when you started?

I hope you lovely anons don't mind that I combined these asks since they're asking for fairly similar things!! Thank you for the requests, and I hope you enjoy this one!!

Warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! rimming, sub! harry

WC: 1.5k

When you first went to visit Harry’s family for the holidays, you were extremely nervous. You knew how much his family meant to him, and you really wanted to impress them, for both yours and Harry’s sake. But your worries turned out to be unfounded; Anne was probably the kindest person you had ever met, apart from Harry himself, and Gemma was, well, an absolute gem. You fit right in with his family, and you couldn’t be happier. Neither could Harry, it seemed. His dimpled smile seemed permanently fixed on his face. He was extra snuggly with you, hugging you from behind when you were helping Anne with the dishes, laying his head in your lap during movie night, and pulling you to sit in his lap when you ate breakfast together.

In fact, you were snuggling right now. You were lying on Harry’s bed together; Harry was on his back, and you were directly on top of him, resting your head on his chest while his tattooed arms were holding you tightly, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumbs. Usually, the only moments the two of you had alone lately were right before bed, but this time, you’d gone up a bit earlier. Gemma wanted to watch a horror movie, and despite the fact that they could be a bit cheesy at times, they freaked you out. Not wanting you to sit upstairs alone, Harry went up with you, and now you were snuggled up to each other in your bedclothes.

“I’m really glad your family likes me, Har,” you mentioned, cutting the comfortable silence that had settled over the pair of you.

“Me too, m’ love. Wanna marry y’ someday, and though I’d probably do it anyway if m’ family didn’ like y’, it still means a lot that they do,” Harry replied.

You had a huge grin on your face, “You’ve thought about getting married?”

“Course I have!” he told you, “y’ the most amazing person ‘ve ever met. How could I not want t’ marry y?”

“I’ve thought about it, too. Hope it happens soon,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, “Way t’ be subtle.”

“I could propose to you, you know. Those gender roles are antiquated anyway, and we both know that we like switching up the usual roles in other ways,” you quipped.

You could practically feel him blush as he replied, “Y-yeah. I suppose so.”

You loved how easy it was to get him flustered. One teasing comment and maybe a subtle brush of your body against his was enough to get him going.

You leaned up so your lips were brushing against his ear, “Speaking of switching the positions, we haven’t gotten to do anything like that in a while. Wanna give it a go?”

He shivered, but protested, “Baby, we’re at m’ mum’s house. Don’ wanna get caught.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” you murmured, tugging slightly on the lobe, “besides, with Gemma watching The Conjuring, it’ll be a bit easier in case you’re not.”

“Y’ know it’s hard f’ me t’ be quiet,” he gasped, but the growing tent in his boxers suggested that he was up for it.

“You know what we haven’t tried yet?” a shake of his head prompted you to continue, “you’ve eaten my ass, but I’ve never gotten to return the favor.”

Now you knew Harry was definitely blushing, “Y-y’ want t’ rim me?”

“If you’d like me to. If not, we can do something else,” you suggested.

He interrupted, “No, no! I want t’ try it. ‘ve liked everything else we’ve tried s’ far.”

You smirked, “Good. I was hoping you’d say that. Flip over for me.”

You moved to sit at the end of the bed and he complied, flipping over so that he was kneeling on the bed and his face was pressed into the pillows. Those would at least help muffle the sound in case he was a bit too loud. You slowly pulled down his boxers, trying to give him time to back out in case he was having second thoughts. But he didn’t, which you were quite happy about. You tossed his boxers onto the floor and leaned toward him, pressing a kiss to one of his cheeks. He jumped slightly, making you frown a little.

“Relax, baby,” you whispered, “it’s not too different than what we’ve done before.”

Harry nodded and breathed deeply, willing his body to relax into the sheets. You smiled in satisfaction and continued your path, leaving feather light kisses across his backside, so light that Harry almost believed they weren’t there. Your hands moved up to gently grip his hips, holding him in place. With every kiss, you got closer and closer to your final destination.

Before long, you found yourself needing more, and you slowly spread his cheeks apart, once again giving him time to back out. He shuddered slightly, but said nothing to discourage your movements. So, you leaned in and placed a few soft kisses to his hole, just to get him used to the feeling of your mouth. You could hear his breath hitch, and you took that as a good sign. Slowly, you licked a single stripe up his crack, again, just trying to get him used to the feeling. A soft whimper punctuated the silence of the room, making you smirk a little. Good. He liked it. You did a few more passes like that, licking over his hole, but not inside yet. The first whimper turned into many, and soon he was fully moaning into the pillows. You knew he was ready for the next step.

You licked over his hole one more time, then very gently, you pushed just the tip of your tongue into him. He whimpered in response, pressing his head further into the pillows to better muffle the sound. You smirked against him and pushed inside of him more, enjoying the musky taste on your tongue. It was much different than tasting his cock, but still extremely pleasurable, and if felt like you were getting high off of the feeling. Clearly, Harry was too. You were extremely thankful for the pillows in this moment. With the way he was moaning, he would be able to be heard 4 houses away without them! Out of the two of you, he was much louder, which normally you loved, but in situations like this, wasn’t the best. Thankfully, the pillows absorbed most of the sound, which meant you were able to delight in his desperation without anyone else overhearing.

“S’ amaizin’ baby. S-s’ good. L-love you,” he gasped out.

Despite it being slightly muffled, you heard his as clearly as if he was speaking into a megaphone. The declaration of love made you smile widely.

You pulled out to give him a little, “Doing so well, baby. Love you, too,” before diving back in with renowned enthusiasm.

He moaned loudly into the pillows, and you smirked, continuing to taste him. The feeling of your tongue in his ass was quite new to him, but he knew he really liked it. One of your hands moved from his hips to one of his cheeks, giving it a squeeze as you continued your ministrations. You used pretty much any excuse you could to grab his butt; not only did you enjoy the feeling of it in your hands, but you also enjoyed how Harry would squeak in surprise whenever you did it. This time, it was a bit more expected, given your current activities. But Harry’s moans grew a bit more pronounced when you did it, leading you to believe it added to his pleasure. So you did it again and again and again, until he was begging you for his release.

“P-please, m’ l-love. M-may I cum?” he stuttered out.

Your hand moved from squeezing his ass to tugging at his cock and you pulled away to respond with, “Of course you may, sweet boy, since you asked me so nicely,” before diving back in.

A deep moan rumbled from his chest as you felt him spurt onto the sheets and on your hand. You worked him through his orgasm, continuing to move your tongue inside of him and pump his cock. When his orgasm finished sweeping through him, he collapsed onto the sheets, breathing a bit more heavily. You pulled out of him, making him whine softly at the loss, but your hand ran down his back comfortingly, and you whispered soft praises in his ear.

Soon, though, you had to pop the small bubble the two of you were in, and snuck to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean him off with. Luckily, as you were sneaking down the hallway, you could still hear Gemma’s movie playing, so most likely, Harry’s noises of pleasure went unheard. You re-entered Harry’s room and gently cleaned him off. He smiled sleepily and made grabby-hands at you, coaxing you back into bed with room. You tossed the cloth aside and obeyed his request, snuggling into his outstretched arms.

The room was mostly silent, and you thought Harry was asleep until he whispered, “Promise I’ll eat y’ out tomorrow morning to make up f’ not making y’ cum tonigh’.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you replied softly, your dreams overtaking you soon after.