#✧ ... poundcake plays

[tinylilvalery]

he knew they were fucking

[poundcakecrm]

prompt: people i'd like to know better.

tagged by: @albifrons || cute !!! thank you albi, sorry this is so late HAHA 🖤

last song: the great shipwreck of life, by IAMX 🎵

favorite color: aside from cliche black and white, i love various shades of green; dark emerald and pale sage the most 🌿

last book: the testaments, by margaret atwood 🚩

last movie: wicked, part i 🧙🏻

last tv show: dexter, but i'm going to start arcane as soon as possible after finals! 🩶

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet, but savory close second 🍰

relationship status: single, no time for anything else 🥲

the last thing I googled: "order of the silver dragon" — some research on DnD lore 🐉

current obsession: dabihawks from my hero academia, mostly my fallout au rn ; dnd campaign, curse of strahd ; peppermint mocha coffee from chobani 🤎

looking forward to: being done with these law school finals so i can work on some projects (dabihawks fallout au, secret santa for the og grimmichi server, new art for my dnd character, etc.) ; also i'll be one semester away from graduating then finally 🕺🏻

tagging: (no pressure but!) @chujellies ; @kittiemitties ; @backwardshirt ; @uhvengers 🫶🏻

[kellerybird]

the sheer panic that gripped me when shadowheart made her lil joke about the night orchids despite being a druid.........

[tojisth3rdwife]

Purr..

cw: suggestive af. You got a Brazilian wax for the first time and Toji lends moral support..smut after the texts

When you got home, Toji was waiting for you, chilling on the couch in his usual sweats and tank, legs spread, beer tucked between his knuckles. He watched TV , barely interested in what was playing. It wasn't until he heard your keys jingling and you coming through the door that his gaze shifted and lightened on the shape of your body in that tight yellow maxi dress he loved to see you in.

"Whew…Hey baby.." you huff, most likely relieved to be home and out of the heat. "I am so sick of people and their non-driving asses," you mutter as you shuffle into the house, kicking off your sandals with the rest of the shoes in the foyer and hanging your keys on the hook next to Toji's.

"Hey.." he greets you distractedly from deep in his throat, his attention following your every move as you settle in front of the body-sized mirror near the front door. Leaning closer to it, you assess that dewy sheen coating your skin, wiping a finger under your eyeline.

"Megs home?" you ask, vaguely aware of Toji's movements behind you in the mirror. He was lifting his beer to his lips for a sip, taking a quick one before responding.

"Nah, he's at the arcade with that pink-haired kid." his voice trails off as his eyes trail down your body to admire the curves he'd been thinking of all damn day. The way that shade of yellow complimented your skin made you look edible, like a freshly sliced lemon glazed poundcake. Sweet. Thick. Decadent. It made him think back on that video you sent him earlier of your freshly waxed bikini area. Your skin looked so smooth and supple, glistening from the almond oil the waxer rubbed over your mound.

His mouth was literally watering.

"Aww well, that's cute. I'm glad he's made friends finally," you remark with a crinkled brow of focus on getting any streaks of smudged eyeliner off your face. Toji hums in agreement, taking another draft from his beer as he watches you.

The roundness of your ass is defined by the way you were leaning over, looking like a huge ass yellow pumpkin, and the moment you straighten up was when he noticed the lack of a panty line under your thin dress.

"Have you eaten? I did a couple of hours ago but I have the strongest craving for tacos. What do you think?"

Toji's brows go up with interest as you turn around, his eyes lifting to your face unsubtly.

"Hm? Uh yea. Tacos sound cool. Hey, c’mere.” He nods his head in a gesture to summon you, narrowing his gaze on your lower body as you obediently approach him. "What?" you look down to where he was staring with a frown, stepping forward hesitantly. Toji merely fans his fingers towards himself to encourage you to come closer until you are standing between his legs. You smirk knowingly when his hands immediately find their home on the back of your thighs, his index fingers teasing at the cuff of your ass cheeks. Your hands slide over his arms and rest on his shoulders, an amused look crossing your face.

“What, Toji?” You repeat and he looks up at you, a cheeky look in his eyes that has you looking back him suspiciously.

“What do you mean, what? I just wanted you to come here..” he feigns guiltily, hands rubbing up and down the back of your thighs as he spoke to you.

“My woman’s been gone all day and now that she’s back, I just wanna be close to her. Problem?” He challenges , his devilishly handsome scowl making you bite your lip. You shake your head , lifting one hand from his shoulder run it through his hair lovingly.

“Nope. No problem.” You say, now smiling. Toji grumbles something smart under his breath before nuzzling your tummy with his face, pulling you closer to him with his wide hands now cupping your ass. You stumble forward with a little gasp and giggle, steadily playing with Toji’s hair as he hugged your waist.

He inhales deeply and sigh, gazing up at you again.

“So…you really walked out of here in this dress with no panties on underneath? And just been like that all day?”

He asks the question calmly but you could hear the hint of playful agitation in his tone. You tilt your head, perking a brow.

“And if I did?”

Toji shrugs.

“Just wondering how many accidents you caused walking around with that just move freely..” he responds, squeezing your cheeks for emphasis. You sqeal at the sharpness of his hold and he just goes back to nuzzling his face against your tummy , planting a little peck there before bringing one of his hands around to your front, resting it inches below your naval.

“Does it hurt when I touch you here?” He asks, looking up at you.

Looking down at him in such a submissive position was a rare treat, and it did wonders for the little dominant sex demon deep inside of you.

You bite your lip again and shake your head in response. Toji hums in understanding, his gaze dropping to fix on your center, rubbing his fingers down on a path that lines up with your hidden slit.

He hadn’t even touched it yet and your clit was already jumping in anticipation of being stimulated. But Toji kept his touch subtle, coasting over the smooth cotton of your dress.

“Can I see?” He then asks, looking up at you for permission and you gave it with another wordless gesture and his hands were immediately pushing up your dress.

Little by little, he gathered the flowy fabric in his fists until he was face to face with your masterpiece.

You gasp at the flow of cool air hitting your freshly waxed skin. It was a very vulnerable feeling, having Toji so close to your pussy snd just..looking. He inspects your wax lady’s handiwork in the brightly lit living room with keen eye. Only for a few seconds but it felt longer. When he licked his lips, heat pooled lower under his enamored gaze and it took everything in you not to just push his head into you.

It like he can read your thoughts though..

Lips as soft and gentle as they always were pressed tender kisses over your glistening mound and he worked them downward until he reaches the top of your lips.

With his eyes on your face, Toji extended his tongue to lick over your slit. Long and flat, he licks a slow stripe over your pussy. Over and over, watching the way your mouth opened to release a soft breathy moan.

The warmth of his tongue always made you gasp, and the hands still resting on his shoulder grips him.

“Ah..baby..” you gasp again when Toji’s long licks switch to short focused swipes over your clit, which was in full bloom and glistening for him.

“Mmhmm” he hums, alternating between flicking over your bud, swirling his tongue around it, and shaking his head for side to side to fan his tongue over. That combination always did you in and you had been moaning his praises shamelessly in the middle of the family room.

He hadnt even touched your clenching hole yet and you were already close.

Hell, when he put your leg over his shoulder, you know you were in for it. You were the one now holding up your dress as Toji ate your pussy off the bone, sucking your clit and making the lewdest, sloppiest sounds as he did.

“Oh shit..fuck..Toji…fuck, Toji wait..” you keened as he got deep into the zone, two fingers fucking into you now and his tongue strumming over your clit at an impressive speed. His eyes were drunk and his brows inverted, looking as if he was as deperate to make you cum as you needed to.

“Mmhmm..mmhmm” he finger fucked yiu faster, his other hand squeezing the fuck out of your asscheek. So hard that it stung a little but you know he needed to keep you from running from the intensity of your approaching orgasm.

You inhaled sharply to a rasp when it hits you, your head falling back and your nails digging into Toji’s shoulder.

His fingers plunged into you, milking your pulsing walls for every drop of cum as it drizzled down his wrist and your inner thighs, his flicking over your over sensitive clit until you were pushing his head away.

“Baby stop! Stopstopstop..” you whine and Toji only obeys after sucking your clit hard between his lips, releasing it with a resounding ‘pop’. You wince and prepare to scold him for not listening, but the way he’s on his feet and towering over you seconds later has your head spinning.

You blink up at him, barely having a chance to admire the way his lips and chin glistened from eating you, before Toji is stooping down and hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Toji! What are you..OW!” You yelp at the sting of his hand coming down against your bare ass cheek, your dress still gathered and bunched up at your waist. He effortlessly maneuvers through the furniture on his way towards the stairs.

“Shut up….wouldn’t hurt if you were wearing panties..” he grunts, marching up the steps with you in tow. Straight up caveman style.

Needless to say…

You would most definitely be booking with Vanessa again and coming home commando if it git you this type of treatment.

[gyuswhore]

How Seventeen would give you a massage:

masterlist

Seungcheol: pretends he’s playing a piano on your shoulders and forgets to actually press down. gets too lost in his mozart symphony and shushes you when you quip a ‘hey’. do not interrupt his orchestral concert, it’s rude.

Jeonghan: bold of you to assume he’d use his hands. whips out some infomercial massage gadget that leaves you more sore than relaxed.

Joshua: follows a YouTube tutorial but rage quits after going over the same spot 13 times.

Jun: mans will not shut up. he has to give commentary for his every move “okay now I’m gonna use the palms of my hands and push down before pulling up-” “I thought the point of this thing was to relax”

Wonwoo: uses his fingers more than his palms, prolly the gamer in him. Does the same piano key motions but will actually do a good job in relaxing your muscles.

Hoshi: be proud of him he behaved for a whole 5 minutes before he started tickling you.

Woozi: lol you don't need a massage, he does.

Dokyeom: hates using massage oils bc he claims he can never get the greasiness off his hands. DOES, however, use bath and body works strawberry poundcake body lotion all over your body and you both smell like an artificial bakery for a week.

Mingyu: will try to play the role of the hot masseuse. will ask you for if you want refreshments, turns on some moody playlist and maybe even spray your pillow w that sleep spray shit. the mood is instantly ruined the second the speaker starts blaring HOT on shuffle. 

Minghao: will only do it to show you how its supposed to be done. mans is never letting you live down your lack of pressure point education.

Seungkwan: talks so much he doesn’t realise you passed out 20 minutes ago. sulks for a week claiming you never listen to him.

Vernon: he's trying. but maybe go to an actual spa.

Dino: strategic. like is analysing the parts you complain about most and curates a perfect run down for the next 30 minutes. you're getting up from there with a new soul. and maybe a bruise or two, he doesn’t really know his own strength.

[brownsugarwrites]

Poundcake.

✰ pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x black!fem!reader

✰ warnings: none! fluff with a liddol bit of suggestive content. reader cooks soul food (no debate)

✰ a/n: this was soooooo yummy to write! I hope I can write more ghost in the future I love this man.

There was a click of the knob at the door. “He’s home, you thought, eyes coming away from the TV as you stood behind the stove.

Hearing the door perch open, you hear his heavy boots stepping into the house as the smell of pound cake infiltrates his nose.

“I'm guessing my princess is in the kitchen, right?”

“Hi, baby!!!” You greeted him gleefully before shuffling your feet towards him and hugging him. Firm arms wrapped around your thick waist, crushing you slightly.

“I missed you around here,” you told him, pouting as he gave you a light pat on your head.

“I missed ya too, sweetheart. Food smells divine,” he compliments

You blush a little as you give a little thanks, telling him you’d been cooking all day for him, waiting for him to get back

It was something you started to do for him about a year into actually living with each other, and now that you were engaged, it became a habit

“Well, I'm going to make me a plate-“ he started

Your face scrunched up in disgust. He knows you make him shower before he can eat.

“Simon…. I dont know why you come up in this house acting brand new. You know to get in the shower before you sit at the table,” you responded with attitude, popping your hip out.

“But sweetheart-“ he began

“But sweetheart, nothing. Get cleaned up and put your clothes in the laundry room. Your plate will be ready when you come downstairs.”

Huffing like a child, he took his bag and lugged himself up the stairs to get into his house clothes.

As you watched him go up the stairs, you quickly turned your attention back to the oven, opening it to take the cake out to let it cool.

While he showered, you set the tray tables and queued the TV to another episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta.

About a good hour later, you turned your head to the heavy footsteps that came down the stairs to meet you in the living room.

You watched as his shirt clung to his body, showcasing his physique. To you, he looked a little more...fluffy than usual. You noticed in his abdominal area he was losing some defintation. Which you found cute and a little sexy, knowing he could still probably fold you into a pretzel while fucking you.

"What do you want on your plate, big boy?" you asked playfully, a smile gracing your face.

His cheeks were turning pink as he told you he was okay to make his own plate.

"Si, you've been gone for four months. What makes you think I'm not going to make your first plate back?" you said, standing up and going to meet him where he was at

"tell me what you want," you said, looking up at him so innocently

What he wanted was to take you upstairs and have his face in your cunt till the sun rose until he heard his stomach growling.

"A little bit of everything is fine, princess," he told you, hands moving down your waist, effectively cupping your ass with his big hands.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled away from him, going to the kitchen to make you and his plate.

Coming into the living room with the warm, fragrant food, you sat it before him as he drooled over it.

"lemme get you something to drink, ok," you said before scurrying to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water and a pop.

Seeing that he had already started eating his food, you giggled as you watched him stuff his face full.

"Is it good?" you joked, plopping down next to him and giving him his drink.

"Spectacular," he managed to get out before taking another bite

Pressing play on the TV, the two of you watched Real Housewives as y'all ate. Once Simon was finished, he sat back on the couch, rubbing his stomach in content

"You're gonna make me fat with all this good cookin', princess." he laughed

"Good!" you smiled at him

Seeing his eyes get heavy, you knew the food was sitting in, and he was getting the itis.

"You want a piece of pound cake, big boy?" you asked, rubbing a hand up and down his arm.

"No, thank you, sweetheart." he simply stated before cuddling you on the couch. "Thank you for the food, my love. I'm happy to be home." 

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Reiner Braun

Slut Me Out Mama — @wintrrxxo ༝༚༝༚

CALL OF DUTY: MW3:

Multi-Character

Throuples Shit with Alejandro thee Stallion and Rodolfo Parra — @lxvvie ༝༚༝༚

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Toxic Baby Daddy!Ghost⎢Part 1⎢Part 2⎢Part 3⎢Part 4⎢Part 5⎢Part 6⎢Part 7 — @kechiwrites ༝༚༝༚

Baby Daddy Ghost (Time Skip) — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Teasing — @babeyvenus ༝༚༝༚

Poundcake — @brownsugarwrites ༝༚༝༚

Older BF!Simon — @backwzzds ༝༚༝༚

Ghost and Nanami [ft. Kento Nanami] — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Haunted Hearts — @berberriescorner ༝༚༝༚

Bitter and Sweet⎢ Stay at Home Dad!Simon — @theebussyqueensblog ༝༚༝༚

Ex Husband!Ghost — @utilityknif3 ༝༚༝༚

Roommates — @aforestescape ༝༚༝༚

Help and Care — @apricityxoxo ༝༚༝༚

Her — @crystlizabeth ༝༚༝༚

FORMULA ONE:

Lewis Hamilton

The Princess and the Race Car Driver⎢ Ch.1⎢ Ch.2⎢ Ch.3⎢ Ch.4 — @emjayewrites  ༝༚༝༚

Under His Influence⎢ Ch.1  — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Keys to the Kingdom — @saintslewis ༝༚༝༚

Dirty Diana — @laneywrld ༝༚༝༚

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Multi-Character:

But You Still Lick the Wrapper — @nydascienceguy ༝༚༝༚

Touching You When You’re Mad — @goxjo

Fushiguro Toji

Toji Begging for Forgiveness — @iiiiiiis-things ༝༚༝༚

Toji Taking Your Ability to Walk — @wonderthor

When You First Showered at Toji’s Apartment — @makismei

“Baby- it’s too hot for this shit…”— @list4r

Gojo Satoru

Just In: Satoru Gojo Just Found Out He’s a Chubby Chaser Like the Rest — @salaciousdoll ༝༚༝༚

Ryomen Sukuna

Sweet Temptations — @suksatoru

A Gentle Madman — ^

Newborn Love — ^

Missed Marks — ^

Period Pains — ^

Mornings and Kisses — ^

How to Train Your Demon⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3⎢ Part 4⎢ Part 5⎢ Part 6 — @minimomoe ༝༚༝༚

Freaky Ahh Old Man — @chososprettyprincess

RESIDENT EVIL:

Carlos Oliveira

Girl Dad!Carlos⎢ Part 2 — @wehaveimagineshere

Newlyweds — ^

Overstimulating Carlos — @thecherubangel

NSFW Alphabet — @bombsquad9

The Usual — @hotelstreets

Poker Face — @bitbugbites-re

Long Night? — @hellopeeeeps-blog

Touch — @acapelladitty

Don’t Play Dumb — @dean-samw67

Sweating Bullets: Werewolf!Carlos — @who-knew-a-sheep-can-write

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

The Wall Between Them — @hottpinkpenguin

“Ask me to stay” — ^

Head Over Heels — @wonderlanddreamer

Family Trust — @dyns33

Prompt Request — @murdockcastleslut

Run Away With Me Darling — @muneca-lemon-steppa

The Night Watch — @loulouwrites

[saturnville]

in the dirty south, III.

pairing: cowboy!coriolanus snow x black fem oc. warnings: old slang, sexual innuendo, flirting, sorta forbidden infatuation if you blink. shy!oc. content: while at a town fair with her family, delilah finds herself heavily infatuated with the new face in town. an: last part! I just realized I was heavily inspired by Romeo and Juliet when I wrote this (in the sense of immediate connection with someone).

tags: @snowlandsontopp @babyzzlove @hlstead @rosewine-5 @unicornqueen05 @thegabbyh @neeville @fastlikealambo @urfavesim @cherry2stems to keep your spot on the tag list, you are expected to interact!

The night draped itself over the small town, casting veil of darkness upon the fairgrounds. A myriad of colored lights twinkled above, painting the scene in hues of red, blue, and gold. The once lively fair had transformed into a dreamscape, a place where reality and enchantment danced together.

Delilah stood at the edge of the fairgrounds, where the glow from the string lights met the shadows. The rhythmic laughter and distant carnival music were the background symphony to her contemplative thoughts. She couldn't shake the lingering sensations from the day—the warmth of the sun, the taste of poundcake, and the unexpected connection with Coriolanus.

Just as most young women her age, Delilah dreamed of experiencing an instant connection with someone. She longed to bask in the serenity of adoration that came from another. To be cloaked in desire was a wish of hers, and as the nightsky blanketed the sun, and the stars made an appearance, she knew that her wishes were grant.

In the midst of a sea of people, she spotted him. Coriolanus. A solitary figure, his silhouette etched against the radiant backdrop of the fair. A sense of anticipation filled the air as he turned, his gaze meeting hers. A subtle smile played on his lips, and he gestured for her to join him in the dance of shadows and light.

With a deep breath, Delilah stepped into the enchantment of the fair once more, the echoes of laughter and the distant melodies guiding her toward an unforeseen future.

Delilah's voice was soft as she muttered her pardons to the strangers who were engrossed in carnival games and deep conversations. The aroma was thick with beer, ice cream, and apple pie. As she approached Coriolanus, the bustle of the night seemed to quiet.

"Quite a sight, ain't it?" Coriolanus asked, his eyes trained on the artwork etched in the sky. His voice was filled with warmth, and Delilah couldn't help but to smile in agreement.

"It is." The stars were beautiful. The stage was big enough for them to dance without their shine being stolen or dimmed by another.

Coriolanus extended his hand, inviting her to join him in exploring the fair's wonders. As their fingers intertwined, Delilah felt a surge between them, a connection forged in the shared moments of the day.

They strolled through the fairgrounds, exploring pockets of quietude between the lively attractions. The game of ring toss to their left, and the stage with a blues band on their right.

Amidst the whimsical glow of the fair, they found a secluded bench. Coriolanus pulled Delilah closer, and they sat in a comfortable silence, watching the flickering lights and the shadows they cast.

"Delilah," Coriolanus began, his voice carrying a sincerity that echoed in the quiet night. "I wasn't planning on staying in 11."

Delilah turned to him, curiosity etched in her expression. She looked so stunning beneath the rays of the moonlight. Her lipstick was long gone and only a faint tint of red remained on her full lips. A thin layer of sweat adorned her forehead and loose curls stuck to her face. Breathtaking, he had to admit.

The night seemed to hold its breath as Coriolanus continued.

"I found something unexpected—someone unexpected," he confessed, his gaze steady. He sighed softly and caressed her bare shoulder with his thumb. "I was granted the option to go back to the Capitol within six weeks. I'd been spending time with the boys 'cause I made up in my mind that I was leaving. Until today. Until you and I crossed paths."

Delilah felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of surprise and joy. The carnival around them seemed to celebrate their connection, the lights flickering in unison with the beating of their hearts.

The revelation hung in the air. Coriolanus's words lingered, and Delilah found herself momentarily lost in the depth of his gaze. He had decided to stay—his path no longer leading him away from District 11 but winding through its fields, its people, and, unexpectedly, into her life.

Delilah blinked.. Her eyes traced the contours of Coriolanus's face, searching for any signs that this might be a jest or a fleeting decision. Yet, sincerity lingered in his expression.

"You're staying?" Delilah whispered, a mixture of surprise and curiosity coloring her words. The thought of him becoming a constant in her small town, a familiar face amidst the fields, stirred something within her—a quiet joy that unfolded like the blossoming of a rose.

District 11 was overlooked often. It was the last place anyone would consider finding something they'd been searching for. Except Coriolanus. He found exactly what he longed for. Away from the gltiz and the glam of the Capitol. In a town where everyone felt like family, where the was warmth in every smile, where not everything was a competition of wealth and fame. Life in 11 was simple. He enjoyed simplicity.

"I am," Coriolanus nodded. "Can't lose the opportunity of getting to know the prettiest woman in town. But again, that's only if you let me."

There is was. That charm. The corners of Delilah's lips tugged upward to a smile. Slowly, she brought her lips to his cheek, taking note of how they reddened like the beets in her Mama's garden. "I'd like that."

She rested her head on his shoulder and together, they embraced the radiant glow of the fairgrounds, that had witnessed the birth of an unexpected union.

[softguarnere]

HEY BABY GIRL!!!!

It's your girl, your sweet cheese, your good time gal (someone please shut me up omfg). Now...you know i am a Joe Toye lover, and if you've seen me recently...he is the only man on my mind. I was wondering if you might indulge me a little with a Joe Toye x reader where they're besties since young and both end up being paratroopers together but then something happens and he thinks he's lost her but she's actually fine and maybe like fluffy reunion...idk tbh i'd take anything you write and eat it up so do whatever. Love youuuuu xx

Seven

Joe Toye x reader

A/N: OMG BELLA I MISSED YOU!!!! 💖 WELCOME BACK BABE! And of course we have a fic with a T Swift reference for you hehehe (This is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you like this 💕 Warnings: mentions of war, death

You would kill him if you knew where he was right now. And yet, here he is. Trying to reassure and comfort your mother while sipping coffee from her finest set of teacups. The same teacups, he’s now realizing, that you used to serve him water in as children, calling it tea while the two of you played house, discussing the workplace as if you had any idea what went on there, while the adults around you struggled through the lack of those very places during the thirties. It could just be a coincidence, but after spending most of his life around her, Joe Toye would like to think that he knows your mother better than that.

“And you know how hardheaded she is,” your mother is ranting, cutting a fresh slice of poundcake and placing it on Joe’s plate. “She isn’t going to listen to me. Or anyone for that matter, now that her mind is made up.”

Oh, Joe knows exactly how hardheaded you are. In no small part thanks to the times that he accidentally clobbered that very head during neighborhood football games.

“(Y/N) feels good about this, Mrs. (Y/L/N),” Joe says, unsure of what he’s supposed to say during your mother’s hour of need. She’s right, after all – your mind has been made up, and it will not be changed.

“But do you?” Your mother fixes him with a hard gaze, raised brow and all.

You were with Joe when he went to enlist. He had watched your eyes sparkle when they fell onto the sign stating that women should inquire within about an exciting new opportunity that would allow them to serve their country like never before. And he had been by your side when you both left the building, both holding papers and smiling at the thought that you would be becoming paratroopers – together.

“Yes. (Y/N) is strong. She’ll be good in – “

“Joesph,” your mother interrupts. The façade finally falls as she collapses into the chair across the table from him, head in her hands. “She’s my baby! What if something – oh, God forbid! – happens to her? I couldn’t live with myself.”

Joe is by her side in an instant. When he announced that he was joining the Airborne, everyone had clapped him on the back and congratulated him. You have not had the same experience. While everyone keeps assuring Joe that he��ll do great things, the same people have been cautioning you to be careful. Some have even warned you that you should just give up now. And it’s all only served to strengthen your determination, with every underestimation making you more sure that this is what needs to be done.

All that is to say, Joe has no clue what to say to your mother. She needs to be comforted. But he’s out of his depth.

“I’ll watch out for her,” he finally manages.

Beneath the comforting hand that Joe has placed on her shoulder, your mother freezes. Watery eyes gaze up at him. “You – you will?”

“Of course.” The two of you have grown up together. You’ve always been friends. Why would he stop looking out for you now?

Your mother throws her arms around his neck, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “Oh, thank you!”

Joe is struggling to come up with something more to say when the sound of the front door opening and shutting saves him. Your footsteps echo through the front of the house as you call out in greeting.

“Ma! I’m home!” Stepping into the kitchen, you cross your arms, leaning onto the doorframe as you let out a loud sigh. “Wow, you would almost think that Joe is the child that you’re sending off to war instead of me.” You smile, and anyone could see how much you love your mother.

She wipes her teary eyes and pats Joe’s arm as he stands, returning to his seat. “I’m going to miss having someone around who doesn’t get into trouble all the time,” she teases as she cuts a slice of poundcake for you.

Something about the change of topic tells Joe that she would rather not have you find out about their conversation. His watching over you can be their little secret. And a job that he’ll readily accept.

After all, he tells himself as he watches you laugh at something your mother says. You would do the same for him.

--

The adrenaline from taking Brécourt Manor still hasn’t worn off yet. Joe is laughing at something that Guarnere said as they head back down the road. Something about this moment makes him feel invincible. This is why he chose to become a paratrooper, he realizes.

More men and women have congregated in the town since he’s been gone. Finally glancing at his watch reveals that he’s been gone most of the day. Wow, really? It didn’t feel like the assault took that long at all. At least it kept him busy, instead of sitting around here, waiting.

Joe scans the crowd, hoping to catch sight of you. When he doesn’t immediately spot you, he stops one of the other female paratroopers as she passes.

“Hey, Lilian. You seen (Y/N) around?”

Lilian pauses, her pretty green eyes widening slightly. “Oh. No.” She bites her lip, holding back something more.

“What is it?” Joe presses.

Her hesitation is not a good sign. Then she blurts out, “No one has seen her since the jump.”

“You mean – “

“She was supposed to be in my drop zone – but she wasn’t.”

The reality of it all sets in. (Y/N) didn’t reach the drop zone. Did she even make it out of the plane? God, he promised your mother that he would look out for you. Yet, here he is, with no clue where you might be.

He may have only just reached Europe, but he’s already failed his mission.

--

The dust is settling over Carentan when the incongruous cheer and subsequent peel of laughter hits Joe’s ears. Somewhere off in the distance, someone is celebrating. Meanwhile, he’s guarding Doc Roe as the medic moves along the streets, inspecting the bodies strewn over them to see if there’s anybody still alive that he can help.

“Thanks for doing this,” Roe says as he stands once more, moving on to another body.

“Hmm?” Joe snaps his attention back to the moment at hand. “Oh, no problem.”

Except there is a problem. He’s trying to catch a glimpse of every face as Doc Roe checks the bodies. He tries to make out names on dog tags, dreading that one of them might belong to you. He couldn’t stand it if he found you here, like this. What would he tell your mother? How would he ever erase that awful image from his mind? Of the little girl that he once played house with, lying motionless on these cold streets? It’s no better to imagine you going down in a plane doing a fiery corkscrew as it nosedives to the unforgiving soil of a foreign land. But at least he didn’t have to see that.

The terrible job done, he follows Roe back to the rest of the company. Despite everything that just happened, a few smiles can be expected, along with congratulatory words. But this is more than that.

A small group of men mill about, talking, smiling, as they watch a smaller group of the female paratroopers huddled together in a group, all talking loudly and looking excited. From the corner of his eye, he can see Doc Roe glance at him, but before the medic can ask what’s going on, the crowd parts and Joe freezes.

There, in the middle of it all, is you.

“(Y/N)?” It comes out louder than he means for it to, and his feet are already carrying him, double time, in your direction before he realizes what he’s doing.

You look up, your eyes widening. “Joe!” You launch yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in close.

Something rushes through Joe’s chest like a flash of lightning, too many feelings at once. There’s shock, relief, and something that he can’t quite name. Not caring about getting written up for fraternizing, Joe hugs you back, holding you close, lest you slip away from him again.

“Jesus Christ. I thought I lost you,” he says into your hair.

“I’m fine, as usual. Can’t believe you would doubt me like that.” Your voice is light, teasing, but your grip on him tightens. The usual confident swagger doesn’t leave your voice, but you admit in a quieter voice, “I, uh – I missed my drop zone. Had a hell of a time trying to find the rest of the company. But here I am!”

When the embrace ends, Joe still isn’t ready to let go. He leaves his hands on your shoulders, studying you. And you, for your part, hold onto his webbing. “I was just worried about you, is all.”

You nod. “I was worried about you, too. I – “

“Easy Company!” A booming voice interrupts. “We’re moving out!”

Quickly, while everyone is distracted, you raise yourself up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. Heat rushes to Joe’s cheeks. He feels his eyes widen. You just smile at him, casual as can be.

“We’ve been friends since we were seven. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Joseph.” Then, you rejoin your friends, leaving him to replay the scene over and over in his mind.

He turns to watch you go, unable to move his feet from where they suddenly appear to be stuck to the ground. He’s held in place by the weight of his realization – the emotion that he couldn’t name was love, for you.

[alt-wannabe]

More MCSR Volleyball AU

these are a lot less detailed because I'm a lot less sure so share your thoughts with me if ya have any ideas

Poundcake is a pinch server. You know those underhand serves that go halfway up to the ceiling and are impossible to see? That's his deal. If he gets sent in to serve he can pretty easily change the tide of a game with a few service aces.

Pete is an opposite hitter. He's the strongest morale booster on the team and putting him on the court can reset the mental of an entire game (think suga from haikyuu). He always has a good read on not only where his teammates' heads are at, but also the opposition. He's not just morale though, he has an absolutely wicked cross shot.

TapL is another libero! Yes haha short joke but I also have real reasons. He's extremely good at non-traditional receives and has the dexterity to back it up (ie noya and terushima's kick receives, hinata rolling backwards to receive a powerful spike, or bokuto receiving the ball with his damn chest in MSBY). Can launch himself insanely far on a dive for a receive.

Mime is an opposite hitter. A play of his that really messes up opponents is swapping with Fein and setting for him instead of vice versa (hello house of nightmares key minigame). There's genuinely not much that he's weak at and he's known as a jack of all trades. He's a good read blocker too so his defensive ability isn't just through receives. Opponents tend to somehow miss him approaching so he's able to score a lot of points without blockers.

[stilllovnsims2]

If you're looking for presets that is really light on your sims 2 game here's a couple of my fave, Mind you the desktop computer I use is only used for office work, very low grade, These presets can be used during game play.

Summer Daze https://www.patreon.com/elainaaa13

Pound Cakehttps://www.patreon.com/posts/poundcake-by-78185122

Sweet pieshttps://www.patreon.com/posts/poundcake-by-78185122

Cranberryhttps://www.patreon.com/posts/cranberry-by-77875414

I'm sure most have seen These presets but in case you haven't....And some are for G-shade, I have reshade but use them anyway! But just know my computer is trash and still with Reshade on, it runs so smooth with these presets while in game-play.

[poundcakecrm]

"rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words."

@princelink tagged me but i don't know enough people to tag as required oops 💀

Familiarity is electric as it cracks up his spine and slashes a grin across cracked lips.

@kittiemitties || @witchmachi (i don't remember if you write but 😅)

[kellerybird]

Had Sag-aftra go chat with Halsin now that I can add him to my party so I asked him all the nosy prompts then went and did some stuff and when I went back to camp to dismiss him from my party she says "first in my heart" like GURL WHAT.

SINCE WHEN

YOU HAD TWO ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS WITH THE MAN HIW CAN HE BE FIRST IN YOUR HEART ALREADY

[music-polls]

Choose Wisely...

[themightyhumanbroom]

*The Neo Diamond Cutters and Surge are playing Helldivers 2*

Surge: Whoops! Sorry about that Lambchop!

Lanolin: Surge I love you but kill me again with the arc thrower and you're sleeping on the couch tonight.

Tangle: Uh Poundcake, you know you can call down another guard dog backpack right? You don't need to keep going back for that one.

Whisper: NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND!!!!!!!

[beautifully-traumatized]

Day 17 (sorry I keep posting late I have someone in town and I can only post in the mornings and I usually post at nights)

I don’t really know how to quantify the caloric food I had today which is frustrating because as we all know it could way higher than we know

I had my protein coffee for breakfast and then I went to see Les Miserables on broadway and got food at a food truck nearby. I had two lobster Rangoon and I ate the tuna and half of the bao bun on the ahi tuna bao roll I had like 3-4 bites of the bbq beef bowl it was good I just know very calorically dense so I just had a little taste (I include a pic for your viewing pleasure)

For dinner my mom gave me strawberry shortcake while I played D&D again it’s a nice gesture I just like to measure out my own food to know how much I’m consuming it drives me nuts to know I’m eating and not know how much I’m eating

I ate all the strawberries and whipped cream and only half the biscuit (we do biscuits instead of shortcake/poundcake in my family) so idk how much that is but hoping for under 1000k didn’t really exercise today and I won’t be able to fast until Tuesday so 🙃

Hope everyone’s weekend is going well