#Guys today was a very rough very long very hard very frustrating day

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“There’s my girl…” He smiles, watching your eyes flutter open and adjust to the morning light in the bedroom. Sheets spread lazily across your bodies. A slight chill on your skin in your tank top and sweatpants. Since the weather is getting colder all the time. But Miguel always runs hot of course. He sleeps in boxers and only boxers all through the year. His bare chest lit up by the shards of sunlight breaking through the curtains. “Morning, pretty…”

“Mm… morning…” You hum, rubbing your hands over your face and stretching against the pillows. Huffing and trying to wake up for real. You got home late last night from work. Wolfed down your dinner and just collapsed in bed. It is hard when work and life get busy and you don’t have much energy to spend a lot of time with Miguel or do date nights or anything like that. It’s been almost a week since the last time you had sex. That’s shocking actually considering how often you guys get intimate. But he’s busy with work and you are too. It’s not easy to balance everything. 

“I gotta get to the bank… and I think… my boss wants me to um… do the…um…” You think out loud and sit up with a sigh. Pushing your hair back and going through the checklist in your mind of all the things you need to do today. 

“But it’s Saturday…” He says. Looking up at you from his head on the pillow.

“Oh yeah…” You nod with a shrug. You actually didn’t even realize it was the weekend. Because all the days blend together when things are this busy. “I just need to get some things done this morning…” You explain. Getting up out of bed. He sits up once you leave the bed. Sighing internally. He’s frustrated. Not with you. But with all the things that take you away from him everyday. And him from you. He can see the toll this string of long days is taking on you. “Maybe we can get dinner tonight…” He suggests, running his fingers through his hair, calling to you in the en suite bathroom as you’re brushing your teeth. “Yeah I’ll have to see…” 

You’ll have to see? He misses the days you’d drop everything at the chance to have a date night. Knowing you just can’t do that right now. Sometimes he worries you’ve lost interest in things like that. But then he sees you working so hard and he knows that’s not the case. Life can’t all be rainbows and butterflies and sex. As much as he wishes that’s what his life with you could be. 

You emerge from the bathroom, walking over to your dresser to find some clothes for the day. And he watches you silently, staring at your back. He loves you so much. And it feels like a piece of himself is missing when he’s this far from you. 

“Hey baby…” His voice hums behind you. And you peer over your shoulder to look at him still mostly in bed. “Yes?” 

“Can you c’mere?” He asks, resting his head on his hand. That look on his face is pretty adorable. You sigh and smile, putting down the piles of clothes. Walking to the edge of the bed. 

“No like… up here…” He laughs softly, reaching out for your hand and holding it. Coaxing you to come back to the bed with him. “For what? What are you doing?” You smile as you climb back up to him, unable to stop the giggles in your chest. “I’m snuggling with you.” He says stubbornly, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in an iron grip. Flopping back onto the bed to lie down with you wrenched in his arms. “Hey, that's too rough!” You laugh and he does as well. Settling down after the mattress finally stops bouncing. Nose to nose and in his arms. 

“You’re very pretty…” He hums with a crooked smile on his lips. The soft signs of sleep still gracing his handsome face. Making him even more beautiful if that’s even possible. Nudging his nose against yours. Needy to be close. To just be close to you like this eases all his concerns and worries. Worries that you’re unhappy. That you’re not okay. When you’re in his arms he’s sure this is where you’re meant to be. “Miss you…” 

Your eyes widen a bit. Have you been totally oblivious to his feelings the past few weeks? It hasn’t been that long has it? Maybe it has… “I’m sorry, Mig… it’s just… there’s so much going on…” You whisper. Instantly feeling guilty. “No no, baby, it’s fine… it’s not your fault.” He hums, his fingers gently caressing your lower back under your shirt. “Just miss seeing you… miss kissing you and holding you…” 

His words make your heart just melt. Raising your hand to his soft warm cheek and the soft curls by his ear, pushing them back with gentle fingers. Gazing into his eyes.

…

“Oh- I love you…” He moans in your ear, his arms wrapped all around you, tangled in each other and the sheets. With his large form spooning you from behind, one of your knees drawn up by his strong hand, his thick dick pumping into you, seeking out the warmth and wet like a lifeline. “I… love you, Mig…” You whisper. Hardly able to catch a breath. One of his strong arms locked around your waist and the other arm keeping your thighs from closing. It’s been too long. You both need this. He won’t be far from you any longer. 

“Needed you so bad baby… so so bad” He practically whines. Rutting into you like he’s in heat. Pumping and pushing, stretching your puffy walls around his length. Being swallowed up over and over again. Feeding you his inches and biting into your neck, moaning and sighing against your skin. “Please say that… that you missed it… that you wanted me…” He whispers. His mind mush. He’s needy for your approval and reassurance. That you love him, that you want him. That you needed him as much as he needed you. “I-” 

“Please baby!” He groans before you can even finish your sentence, speeding up his thrusts. Pounding into you and practically driving you up the pillows, your hand flying forward and clenching into the pillow under your head. His heaving hot chest pressed against your back. His hand moving from your thigh around to your clit. Rubbing like a madman and trying to give you the best he can. “Please please oh-” He sighs, his mind not even aware of his words at this point. They just flow out. 

“Been waiting all week to put my cock in you, baby…” 

His voice is hoarse, his pumps superhuman. The slaps of skin on skin and his desperate murmurs filling the room. “M…” You try. But he’s hitting all the right spots, all the places that make your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “Please say it… that you want it… you want me…” 

“I want you…” You’re finally able to get the words out. The gentle whisper but it sends him over the edge. Pushing you down with his chest on your back and grabbing your arms, pulling them gently back. Your fingers grazing his thick thigh as he pounds into your pussy from the back, gripping into his muscles with your fingernails. “Ah!” The high pitched squeal leaves your throat, gasping and moaning into the pillowcase. 

His knees pressing into the mattress and fucking you into the bed. Kissing over your shoulder and down your spine. “I want you baby… I love you…” He says out of breath. A sort of innocence to his voice even in this position. Like he really just wants you to know. As if you don’t already know. 

A few harsh thrusts into your heat have you milking him, squeezing and shuddering around him with a whine and cry of his name. His cock glistening with your orgasm, fucking his hot load into you as he comes with a groan. Holding both your wrists behind your back, his eyes locked on where his dick disappears inside you. His milky essence seeping through the seams. 

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Forever Yours | Mat Barzal

summary: when Mat’s words send the argument too far it sends him into a day of true self reflection.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing.

word count: 3.41k

authors note: this request was really good and I tried to fulfil it as well as I could and do that little bit more for it too. It took my an embarrassingly long amount of time to write this but I think that it was all worth it in the end. I really did love this one so I’m hoping that you guys did too, so to those of you who do read it all, thank you.

Today was one of those days.

The one where you want to crawl into a ball and hope that if you shut your eyes tight enough you’ll wake up and realise that it was all just some bad dream.

Zack your youngest has been clinging to your side as he is going through teething. Then the twins who were weeks away from turning four were having the worst time of their lives. Whilst Oscar lost his teddy bear to the family lab Marley, Marcus only wanted his father who was far too busy preparing for the end of the season’s playoff run.

And that brings that to why you were having a bad day.

The crockpot decided to turn off at some point during the day so you no longer had dinner cooking, Amazon delivered your package that had the boys presents in it to the scary neighbour. The boys had you chasing them around publix because they kept on running away. And to top it all off you had dirty laundry that could have been coming out of your ears you had so much to do.

Which is why you were honestly giving yourself a pat on the back for getting Zack to sleep before Mat came home “daddy!” Marcus cheered running over to his father who came in the front door.

You wiped your hands on the kitchen cloth that was in front of you before you turned to where the noise had been coming from “hi love.” You yawned as your eyes grew heavy when the lack of sleep that you had began to catch up with you.

Mat furrowed his brows as he saw that the dinner table wasn’t even set yet “boys already eat?” He asked giving you a side hug.

A quick shake of your head had him scoffing “what the hell was so important today that you couldn’t get dinner ready for five thirty?” The hockey player had a rough day where he couldn’t seem to score a single goal during practice today and he brought that negative mood home with him “boys why don’t you go to the playroom?” You asked the twins sending their father a glare “we are not doing this with them here.” You warned as the boys ran off unaware of the glaring match that their parents held.

Mat crossed his arms as he tapped his foot against the floor “you haven’t answered my question yet.” His voice was condescending as it made you feel sick to your stomach.

You sighed “day just got really out of hand.” You mumbled picking up that he wasn’t going to be interested in hearing about what your sons had gotten up to today.

From the lost teeth to breakdowns in the grocery store, if you could name it the event probably happened.

Yet your words didn’t harbour the response you hoped “I don’t go to work for you guys to sit on your fucking asses all day!” Mat hadn’t noted when his frustration on his day morphed into frustration about you.

At this point one of the twins began crying “sitting on my ass?” You let out a laugh “do you know how hard it is to raise these boys myself?” You crossed your arms. You loved your kids but you were getting spread far too thin to keep yourself afloat.

Now you had both clearly gone too far “from where I stand it’s a pretty easy job.” Those words came with a slash of a knife that couldn’t exactly be taken back.

The look on your face in that very moment was one that Mat hadn’t seen before “if you think it is so easy then you take the kids tomorrow.” You proposed with a smirk “what are you gonna do?” Mat couldn’t believe that he was entertaining your thoughts.

Quickly the penny dropped in your head “the girls haven’t seen me in months. They want to go to a spa.” You raised your eyebrows with a smirk “deal.” Mat nodded his head as he reached his hand out to shake yours.

Part of you found it sad to believe that this was what you had gotten to “where are you going?” Mat wrapped his hand around your arm as you went to move away “to deal with our crying child because it clearly seems that you aren’t planning on it!” You shot back clenching your fists as you walked into the playroom.

Whilst you spent the night taking care of your boys tucking them in Mat was on the phone to Anthony debriefing the events that had happened “you were an ass dude.” The younger boy rolled his eyes as he rubbed his hand along his jaw.

Years ago you would have been Anthony’s dream girl, you were Anthony’s dream girl but when Mat won you the younger boy took his defeat gracefully “look I can’t exactly go and tell her I fucked up now?” Mat grumbled as he stared at the ring in the box.

Six years of dating and three kids to show for it yet no ring on your finger, or at least not yet “sorry dude.” Anthony apologised as he shook his head “you have to lie in the bed that you have made.” He shrugged seeing Mat’s face soaked in regret.

So Mat got to watch as he realised the consequences of his actions “I will say that she does love you just as much as she loves those kids.” As godfather to all three Tito could see just how much all three of those kids meant to you “so if y/n is y/n then I suggest you start looking for the checklists.” The comment about your organisation skills made both boys laugh.

Getting to watch you craft the step by step lists that you loved so much made Mat’s days “I should get going.” The Islander player sighed seeing the bedroom door open as your body appeared.

You sent Mat an awkward smile as you watched him throw his phone to the side “hey-” Mat spoke up as you went to your closet.

Pulling random items of clothing together you tried to ignore your boyfriend “the boys are down.” You announced grabbing onto some old band tee that you had found in your closet “so I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight.” Mat wanted to argue, he wanted you in his bed because as much as you so badly wanted him to feel a of the ounce of the stress that you had felt dealing with the rough parts of the single parenting lifestyle this week.

But instead he watched on “you sure?” Were the only words that he could find in his mind that his mouth would let out.

It was a far cry from the fight you wanted him to put up “I thought I’d been sleeping with a guy who wanted to see me today, but since that isn’t the case I’d rather be alone.” You sent Mat a nod feeling too tired to cause a fight tonight.

The guest bedroom was bleak in comparison to your bedroom. The walls were decorated yet the love that had been soaked into the walls of your room hadn’t been carried to the very room that you sat in.

Playing with the beaten up hem of the band tee you had grabbed only now realising the memories that had woven themselves into the stitched fabric.

This was more than just a simple shirt to you and Mat. This was the first shirt you stole from him, the shirt you were in when he asked you to move in. The one when you went into labour with Zack. If something could capture your relationship. It was that shirt.

ABBA blared through the speakers of your apartment as you danced to it. Mat had been on a road trip for the last two weeks and you being heavily pregnant you were in nothing but Mat’s shirt.

The boy ended up arriving quietly as you couldn’t hear him over the sound of the music “holy shit!” You clutched at your chest as you locked eyes with the boy “I was just starting to enjoy that show.” Mat frowned as he pushed off from against the doorframe.

His hands ran over your stomach as he smiled “missed you.” His words were soft as he kissed your lips.

You looked like a sight for sore eyes in his shirt “missed you too.” You smiled as you ran your finger over his cheek.

So you couldn’t help it when you stared in the mirror and watched on as tears welled in your eyes making you unlock your phone “momma.” You sobbed as the call connected “Mat and I had a fight.”

When Mat woke up that next morning the mix of the irritated looks on the twins faces and the lack of your presence on the other side of the bed served as a reminder for the events of the previous night.

Oscar was the first to speak up “we’re gonna be late.” He pointed to the clock making Mat’s eyes go wide “where is your mom?” Mat groaned rubbing his eyes as the sleep caught in his fingers.

Marcus pulled the note out of his pyjama shorts pocket “momma gave this to me.” Of course you had gone and kissed the boys before you left to head to New Jersey for the day.

𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓃𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒.

Getting both boys dressed was one thing but almost forgetting that Zack was asleep in his cot truly took the cake “forgetting someone?” Oscar furrowed his eyebrows as he pointed at the picture of the three boys you had taken for Christmas “fuck me!” Mat pinched the bridge of his nose “swear jar!” The twins spoke at the same time as they watched Mat run back upstairs.

Mat had realised that he had truly screwed up when the boys didn’t even say goodbye to him when they left “tell mom we miss her.” Oscar mumbled as he let the car door shut with a slam behind him.

Zack was peacefully playing with the toy that Marcus had dropped into his hands “you okay buddy?” Mat looked into the rear view mirror to see that his youngest was now looking back at him “mama!” Zack cooed as he let out a giggle “I know, I miss her too.” The hockey player let out a sigh as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in front of him.

You let the warm water of the jacuzzi calm your nerves as you peacefully sipped on your mimosa “so what did Mat do?” Maisie asked as she cocked her head.

It pulled your attention away from the bubbling water “what makes you think that he did something?” You shot back ignoring her smirk “it’s been three years since we last went to the spa. What has your husband done to bring you back here?” Before kids the spa was a bimonthly tradition for the two of you.

Maisie sighed as you kept quiet “boyfriend and we fought.” You corrected her looking down at your bare ring finger “tell me what happened.” She reached out to hold your hand “basically-” you were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing “hello?” You asked quickly answering it.

“I know you said that Mr Barzal was picking the boys up today but the boys are still here.” It was forty minutes after the boys were meant to be picked up “I’ll be right there.” You cursed the universe as you got up.

Water ran down your body “Mat forgot the twins at school.” You explained shaking your head “I’m sorry but I have to-” stress made your cheeks turn red “go, I’ll come with.” Maisie didn’t even have you finish talking before she followed you out of there.

Mat bounced Zack in his arms as they walked back to the car “what does your mom want?” Mat furrowed his eyebrows to see that you had sent him twenty missed calls.

You didn’t let him get a word in “Mat you have done some stupid things in your life but this truly takes the cake.” You spat pinching the bridge of your nose.

Thankfully for you the twins always assumed that you were the one meant to pick them up so they didn’t realise that they had been forgotten about “hi dad!” Marcus giggled from the back of the car “shit.” Mat slapped his hand over his mouth “swear jar!”

Mat knew he had screwed up once more “Zack had a good check up and that ear infection is gone!” The hockey player let out an awkward sigh as he watched Zack babble on to himself.

You wanted to yell at him but for now you were going to have to remain quiet “we can talk about it at home.” You hung up before Mat could say anything more to you “I think momma’s gonna kill me.” Mat groaned shaking his head as he placed Zack into his car seat.

Maisie had kept you calm until she left wanting to give you a moment to gather your thoughts before Mat came home “mama!” Zack cooed as the front door opened.

He was happy on his fathers hip until he saw you “he didn’t take his bottle today.” Mat explained as Zack reached out to grab you “it’s because he’s teething.” You explained handing your baby the teething toy you had grabbed when you heard the door open.

That served as another reminder to Mat about your strengths as a parent “where are the boys?” Guilt began to consume him as he thought about what he had done to the twins “playroom.” You tilted your head in their direction.

Mat sent you a nod “can we talk?” He pleaded wanting everything to go back to how it was.

All of his teammates had sent him messages expressing how they were on your side because Mat fucked up “you go talk to your sons, I’m gonna feed this one.” You shook your head not agreeing with him “then we can talk.” You sent him a soft smile before you walked upstairs wanting to feed Zack in peace.

The twins were forever on your side no matter how much they missed their father “you know mom told Nana.” Oscar knew about his grandmother’s distaste for Mat. She always did believe that her daughter deserved more than a hockey player who was keeping her in New York.

Mat frowned at the news “I’m sorry I’ve been really shitty to you both.” He apologised watching the twins look at each other with a smirk “I know I’ll put another dollar in the swear jar.” He added in a predictable tone.

The twins got up when their father dropped his head to stare at the ground as he crouched in front of them “I think we can let you get a free pass.” Oscar announced wrapping his arms around Mat “but only if you go apologise to mom.” Marcus added on replicating his brothers actions “yeah I miss moms waffles.” Oscars complaints brought a smile to Mat’s face.

It made him laugh as he nodded “I think I can find a way to make sure you guys get those.” The boys let out a cheer at the news.

Zack had fallen asleep the moment he finished eating “can we talk?” Mat asked as he knocked on the door to see you sat on the bed as you folded laundry.

Your absolute definition of the worst thing on the planet.

Mat laughed as he watched you scrunched up your face reacting to how he folded clothes “you got something you want to say?” Mat raised his eyebrows as he placed his boxers on the table in front of him.

You sighed “you’re doing it wrong.” You shook your head as you reached out to fix what he had done.

It made him smirk “what?” You looked for an answer to his amused expression “as someone who hates folding laundry you are doing a pretty good job.” Mat pointed out as he crossed his arms.

Your mouth formed an o as you let out a gasp “cause you’re doing it wrong!” You threw his boxers at him “want to show me the right way to do it?” You raised your eyebrows as you heard his offer “if that was to get me into your bed once more-” your relationship with the boy had only been going on for a few weeks but you had been friends for years.

The hockey player grabbed your hand as he pulled you onto his lap “then I’d have to try a lot less to be a lot more successful.” Mat brushed his hand along your cheek “I’d like to see you try.” You let out a squeal when he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.

When Mat’s body weight pressed against the mattress it pulled you away from that memory “I don’t know how you do that everyday.” Mat blurted out as he looked at you.

It brought you some comfort hearing his apology “you are incredible and I was stupid.” The hockey player continued as he ran his fingers through his hair “that’s one way to put it.” You let out a soft laugh “I’m so sorry for everything I did.” Mat reached out to grab your hand.

You smiled at the contact “thank you.” Your voice was soft as you sent him a smile “and I promise I will never leave our children at school again.” His words made you laugh “I’m not letting you live that one down.” You shook your head as he grinned “thought as much.”

Both of you remained silent for a moment just enjoying the peace “I appreciate your apology.” You mumbled fiddling with your nails.

Mat stopped you as he forced your fingers down to the mattress “I have something I need to tell you.” The hockey player announced reaching over to his bedside cabinet.

You shook your head stopping him “I have something to say first.” Amit the chaos that was yesterday you failed to tell Mat the news “you go first then.” He let the box drop into his drawer as he waited to hear what it was that you had to say.

He smiled as he watched you run into the bathroom with a smile on your face “Zack was meant to wear this really cute onesie that I ordered when I thought about this but-” Mat cut you off as he got up to follow you “just spit it out.” His voice was soft as he sent you a thumbs up.

You showed him the pregnancy test as you chewed at the inside of your cheek “say something?” Somehow you were more nervous about showing it to him now than you had for any of the other three pregnancies combined.

Mat pursed his lips together “I was going to say this to you in a few minutes but I’ll do it now.” A moment truly hadn’t felt better than this one did.

He dropped to his knee “I can’t see my life without you and today cemented that more than any other did.” Mat confessed making you smile “the ring is in my drawer-” he rambled making you grin “just ask me so I can say yes you big goof!” You kneeled as you smiled locking your hand with his.

“Marry me so I can spend the rest of my life with you?”

Eight and a half months later

Mat and you enjoyed the last moments of silence as you stared at your newest edition of the family.

But of course the moment had to end eventually when Anthony opened the door with the twins and Zack in tow “is my goddaughter everything we thought she would be and more?” Anthony smiled as he carried a bouquet in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Mat nodded crouching down to show the boys their sister “couldn’t have said it better myself.” He nodded knowing that this was going to be the child that was truly going to wrap everyone around her finger.

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isaacwhy x gn!reader (sfw) 1.6k summary: moving to the new house was rough, and you had to stay in a hotel for a few days while the boys moved. once you were settled in, you realized just how much you loved it. requested?: no

It brought you no joy to spend another night in the hotel. Of course, you were thankful that Isaac had paid for your nights staying there, but it was frustrating. You weren't able to sleep at home, with your boyfriend, like you usually were. But, you understood that he was just trying to keep you from going insane from how the other guys acted while they moved. It wasn't his first rodeo doing it.

No matter what, though, you still had to swipe your key card and drop your bag in the hotel as you always had. Isaac spent the first night with you, but had to stay the rest of the nights at the new house while they were moving in. The two of you learned the hard way that when Isaac wasn't around while the grown-up toddlers were moving their belongings, they'd be on the verge of burning the place down all the time.

At the very least, you got to call him. You took your shoes off, doing a quick switch into some pajama pants and walked over to your bed. That was the good part of the hotel, the phenomenal bedding. Isaac really shelled out for your comfort. You fished your phone from your pocket and opened Isaac's contact, pressing the little "FaceTime" button.

The line rang for a few seconds, allowing you to adjust how you looked in the camera before he picked up. Your image shrank into the corner as his face came into full view, beaming and bright. You couldn't help the smile on your face when you saw his big, toothy grin.

"Hi baby!" Isaac half-shouted as you watched him fall back on his bed, his curls spreading onto the blanket.

You waved to the camera. "Hi Isaac! How was the day today? Any good news for me?"

"Today was good!" Isaac sat up and looked down at the camera, "I should be able to have us fully settled by tomorrow. Hopefully, you can spend the night then."

You grinned a little bit at the prospect. You'd missed his strong arms wrapped around you. "That's great! I'll keep my phone on me and probably go out for a little shopping trip in the new city, so just give me a call whenever you think the place is ready."

"Sounds like a plan," He said, "I've been setting up our room, actually. Do you want to see now?"

"No, no, leave it a surprise for tomorrow night." With the house being a little bigger than the last one, somehow, the two of you were sharing a room and Isaac's setup would be in an office room connected to it. Although, you shared a room in the last house, but it was essentially just moving into Isaac's space and tossing your own clothes in his closet.

Things wrapped up easily that night, the two of you talking for a little too long until Isaac had to cut off the call. It was getting late, and he needed the energy for tomorrow. When you finally hung up, you tucked into bed, only Isaac filling your thoughts as you drifted off.

You awoke to the sunlight peering through the curtains the next morning. Grabbing your phone, you saw no news from Isaac and got up for the day.

It was pretty uneventful, other than picking up a few new pieces of clothes and a pair of shoes for Isaac. He was a bit of a nut about his shoe game, and you recognized the pair as one he'd been keeping his eye out for online. Luckily, they had a pair in his size. Shoe shopping for a man so tall was a nightmare sometimes.

You were just getting out of the line with your new items when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. Grabbing it showed Isaac's contact and a phone call, so you picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey! I was just letting you know it should be good to come down whenever," Isaac sounded a little out of breath, "Just finished unpacking the last of our stuff. Had to carry Tanner's desk into his room so he could set up his computer. Anyways, if you want to pack up your stuff in the hotel and come down, I'm ready for you!"

A big grin spread across your face. "That's amazing! I'll be headed down soon. Just finishing up a trip to the mall, but I'm gonna head to the hotel right away. I'll pack up my shit and get down to you in a minute, okay?"

"Okay! I love you!"

Your heart warmed a little bit. "I love you too, Isaac, bye."

You were practically sprinting back to the hotel. Once you got inside, you were glad not to have unpacked everything yet. The rest of your clothes and other personal belongings you had with you were packed up quickly into your bags. The car Isaac had rented for you waited for you in the parking garage, where you tossed your things in there. From there, you hit the road.

The drive wasn't too long, but they'd chosen a location far enough from downtown to give themselves privacy. You didn't mind the drive, though, since it was just building excitement to see your boyfriend for the first time in a few days.

You finally pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front door, using your key to get inside. The place was beautiful. Clean, more modern look but with a touch of the luxury that came with a house of this size and price. Of course, in a few weeks, it'd look more like a bomb went off in here. But for the time being, it looked great.

Nick poked his head out from the kitchen and waved at you. "Hey! You finally made it!"

You nodded and waved back, smiling. "Yeah! Isaac thought it'd be best if I wasn't in your guys' path of destruction while you all got moved in. Since I hadn't brought a lot to the last house, anyways, I'm just the last piece of the puzzle."

"That.. makes sense, actually," Nick laughed to himself, "Well, welcome home! ISAAC! GET DOWN HERE!"

You flinched a bit at Nick's sudden yelling, but you heard thundering footsteps as suddenly, your boyfriend ran down the stairs and towards you. You practically leapt into his arms, feeling him pick you up and spin you around.

"You're home!" Isaac was practically squealing into your shirt as he finally put you down, "Do you like it?"

When you saw him like this, he really looked like an oversized puppy. "I love it! The place looks so nice! For now.."

"I'll do my best to make sure they don't rip it to shreds like the last house.." Isaac nervously chuckled, "Come on! Let me show you the room!"

You took Isaac's oversized hand as you followed him up the stairs, leading you through a hallway or two before he opened a door. He led you inside, and you were met with beauty. It was simple, clean, and everything you liked. There was so much personality, the shelves and tables lined with little trinkets, figures, and other pieces of things that you both liked.

You walked over to one of the shelves, smirking. "Did you get me a Jujutsu Kaisen figure?"

"Only because I thought you were really into it," He said with a shy smile, "Did I get it right?"

You nodded and smiled. It was your favorite character from the show, after all. He'd been a good listener after forcing you to watch it with him. "You did, don't worry. This room is amazing, should we go get my bags?"

Isaac lit up a bit. "Oh, right! I'll go get them, maybe get Nick to grab one. You don't worry about any of that, stay here and get yourself acquainted! Look around!"

Before you could protest, he was out of the room and you heard his footsteps down the hallway. You decided to do as he suggested, looking through everything he had set up in your room. You tested out the bed, which was as soft and comforting as you'd loved.

You walked into the office room connected to the bedroom, smiling at his setup and looking over to see a second setup. Before you'd moved, you had another setup that decided to short out during the hot summer heat. When you needed to play something, you often just used Isaac's or bullied Nick when Isaac was busy.

But, there was a second setup, next to Isaac's. It was your favorite color, with some figures and little items from your favorite shows decorating the desk, and a beautiful keyboard and mouse. You approached it, running your hand over the keys and pressing a few. The sound was off the charts.

"You like it?"

You turned around and saw Isaac standing at the door, with a grin on his face. "It's perfect. Was this the real reason you didn't want me here when you were moving in? So you could build all of this?"

Isaac shrugged his shoulders. "Maaaybe."

You sighed and shook your head. "You didn't have to do all this for me," You said with a sigh, but you walked up to him and smiled, "Thank you."

"Of course I have to, I'm your boyfriend," Isaac's voice made you weak in the knees a little bit. When he spoke so softly as he pulled you into a tight hug, his voice warmed your body like nothing else could.

With Isaac's arms wrapped around you like they were, you were able to take in his scent and sit there in the peace in quiet. It felt like pure comfort to you. It felt like home.

[gerec]

For the past couple of weeks I've been part of a small team responsible for the logistics of a prestigious competition/event; last night was the formal Awards Banquet where we were served an amazing dinner catered by one of the city's best restaurants. During the breaks where we weren't running the show/working, I had a very long and in-depth conversation with a young colleague who's worked on this project all the way from the beginning planning stages (i.e. as far back as Feb/Mar this year). She shared her disappointment with the lack of acknowledgement that she's gotten from the agency's management for all the long hours and hard work she's poured into this project, and also the incredible frustration over the poor treatment she's getting from the same. For instance, she flew in from out of town, but because she's contracted to work 4 out of 5 days a week they're not paying her for today's travel day back home (which if you don't know is standard practice for event management - travel time is part of the job). This is just one of a long list of examples she shared with me.

The good news is, she's already decided to quit at the end of her contract (which is soon), but she still had some misgivings about doing so; like asking herself what, if anything, she could have done differently, and feeling like she failed because this is her first job out of uni and she couldn't make a longer go of it. For the record, she's an absolute delight and a superb employee - and if I were in a position to hire staff I would hire her in a heart beat. (Also she's been full time for a year and part time for 2 before that so...she's absolutely not leaving without giving it a go.)

I guess I'm sharing this story because there might be young people like her out there who need to hear what I told her last night. So here goes:

Yes, work can be frustrating and can suck - badly - at times, but you should not hesitate to leave any job where you're crying on a regular basis because of how stressful it is and how badly you're treated.

Yes, you should leave a job where your manager berates you regularly, or sends you emails on weekends/outside of work hours to berate you. If they have an issue with your performance, they should explain what you're doing wrong and help you or give you the tools to do it properly not just yell at you. I know this happens a lot (sadly) but also know that this is NOT normal and NOT something you simply have to suffer in silence over. You have every right to expect to be treated fairly, courteously and professionally at work.

Yes, you should leave a job where people take advantage of you and don't pay you for the hours you work. I read a lot about Gen X and Boomers lamenting the Gen Z's for not being good workers because they're not willing to put in the blood sweat and tears to hang on to their jobs but I'm Gen X and I say that's BULLSHIT. A) Not every Boomer/Gen X feels that way, and B) Employers, no matter how nice they are as people, or how much you might like them will absolutely take advantage of you and SCREW YOU if they can. You can and should fight for your every goddamned hard-earned/well deserved dollar because no one else will do it for you. Same goes for your career - you are the only one you can rely on to make the best decisions for you.

So why am I working with these guys? Well, I'm a freelancer (I'm a Marketing Consultant) currently going project by project so I have the freedom to say no to any job I don't want to take and also to walk away the minute it no longer suits me to continue the relationship. I've also been at this for 28 years, so I imagine there's a bit of reverse ageism going on because they know they can't pull the same crap with me. (So there you go, this one time in this one instance, being older helps lol).

Anyways, the job market is rough, many employers are appallingly rude to job seekers (ask me about ghost job postings some time UGH) and people can be dicks (water is wet ha). Just...know your own worth and don't feel bad about leaving something if it's not working - you owe loyalty to no one but yourself.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

6 angst pls!!!!!

OK, so there 5 more asks of this same combo so I'm just gonna count them all as this one:)

Being on Harry's management team was mostly wonderful and a very positive experience so far. He was so kind, honest, direct, hard-working, receptive, and trusting. This conglomeration of traits made him a dream to work with. He hardly ever gave you any trouble, but he was human so of course, he made mistakes and bad judgement calls, but he was never one to come up with some elaborate scheme to distract from those things. He'd fix the issue with whoever had been involved and move on, he didn't feel a need to defend himself to the press or the public when they had nothing to do with his private problems. No twitter-storms for him and that made the management team's job pretty easy.

But just because Harry was a mellow and level-headed guy it didn't make him exempt from the old rumor mill. People just found any excuse to be nasty. And like any normal person, Harry had things going on in his personal life that sometimes just made him more sensitive or susceptible to feeling low. Like now... someone he had been seeing exclusively for a few months apparently hadn't granted him the same courtesy. A friend of his in London saw her kissing someone else and well...he didn't take it too well and out of frustration, he drunkenly kissed the next willing person and well...that backfired on him. And now the person he'd been seeing was telling everyone that he had cheated on her. Harry was really angry with that.

He knew that he couldn't control other people, but he just wished that the people he let into his life would just take a moment to think. Thankfully no one was really believing that he had been seeing this clout-chasing chick, but it still hurt his feelings. He had let her in to his life. He had slept with her, he had taken her on dates, he had told her things about himself...he felt betrayed and for some reason this particular time it was just taking a lot longer for him to bounce back.

In session, his writing was reflecting his evident frustration and he was being quite petty. This was personal and he hated that he was stooping to that level. He felt immature and incapable of handling what he was feeling and it was ridiculous.

"This is so fucking stupid..." he groaned into his hands. You'd watched this chaos unfold for long enough, so you decided to step in.

"Guys, I think it's a good time to take a little break. Get some lunch...take a walk..." she said to the others in the room.

"Yeah, good call." Harry mumbled and people started getting up to leave and as Harry stood from his seat and started walking out behind Mitch you called out to him.

"Not you, Harry!" you called after him and he patted Mitch on the back and said a couple things to him before Mitch gave him a thumbs up and headed off. Harry came back over to his previous seat as you stood at the control panel, just looking around. You were the newest addition to him team, hired on just shy of a year ago. You'd mostly been handling contracts though and he'd been touring and releasing films so you hadn't really had a lot of face-time with him. And he didn't know you as well as he knew the rest of his team, they'd been friends even before they managed him. So you got that you were new and that he was a bit unsure around you, but you just wanted to make sure he was OK.

"Look, I know that we've basically wasted the morning and that we're gonna need to pay for another day-"

"Harry, I don't care about that, I'll book another day out if you want it, no problem." you assured him, "I just wanted to make sure that you're OK." you said and his expression changed to a more relaxed one.

"Oh." he said and you offered him a slight and sympathetic smile.

"Yeah. I know it's been rough and I know that we don't know each other that well, but if you're not feeling this kind of work right now you don't have to do this." you explained and he smiled a bit.

"I know I've sucked today, but to the point where my own manager would rather I not do a writing session?" he asked and you chuckled.

"Can I be candid with you?" you asked and he nodded firmly, "I really like your music. And I'm not just saying that, it's heavily featured on a few of my playlists," you explained and he smiled, "And while I realize that some of the best work can come from painful or angry places, you're currently giving... Taylor Swift circa 2008-2009." you said and he literally burst out laughing and you chuckled softly at his reaction.

"Some might argue that those were her golden years." he said after he settled down.

"I'm not saying it's bad, but what I mean to say is she was a teenager then and it...shows. And not that you can't behave like a teenager as an adult... everyone's journey is different!" you defended and he chuckled, "But I know that's not you. And I just feel like you're just really frustrated with everything you're going through and it's not coming out right because you're kind of trying to force yourself to push through your hurt with this process." you said and he bit his lip sadly for a moment before he sighed.

"Look I'm just...feeling really hopeless right now. And you're absolutely right, that's not me." he shook his head as he looked in your eyes. "I feel so foreign to my own mind....like, when did it even know how to think that way?" he said and you nodded, "I mean...I can't accept to believe that things will never work out. That I'll never get a chance at a normal relationship again. That everyone in my life has an ulterior motive...but I'm starting to, Y/N." he said with so much hurt in his eyes, they were glossy from the tears forming and you just reached out and he grabbed your hand.

You didn't have any words to say to him. You had no idea what it felt like to be him. Anyone would think he'd have it easy, but it was harder than it was easier most of the time. You just wanted him to know that you heard him and that you were there with him, that's it. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in a comforting gesture and suddenly his tears startled to fall and he inhaled sharply as he tried to hold back his sob and you frowned when he just decided to let it out. You stood immediately and hugged him against your chest. His head was resting right over your heart and you just held his head with one hand and lightly scratched his back with the other. After a few minutes he'd calmed but made no move to get out of your hold. You understood, sometimes you just needed to be held.

"I'm sorry, I didn't plan to lay all that on you." he said quietly and smiled.

"It' don't mind it. It's why I'm here." you said and he let go of you and leaned back as he looked at you looking a bit perplexed.

"What you're here for?" he asked with some hurt in his voice and then you shook your head.

"Oh, not like as part of my job, Harry!" you explained quickly, "I mean like here here. Like on planet earth. As a human being I'm here to share experiences and relate with other human beings. To learn to care for each other and help each other..." you said and he nodded and then smiled slightly.

"Right...I was about to say, after everything I've just told you?" he chuckled lightly now and you did too as you place a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, sorry for the misunderstanding." you shook your head in a little embarrassment, "So did that help? Just...letting it out?" you asked him and he nodded.

"Yeah, I feel a bit better." he said.

"A bit is more than nothing." you said with a smile, taking the win and he nodded. "So, would you like to keep trying here or would you like to call it a day?" you asked him and he sighed and looked into your eyes.

"I think we should call it a day." he concluded.

"OK, I'll let the guys know." you said with a small smile and headed out to the food lounge. After you told them the new you chit-chatted for a bit before saying goodbye. You hummed happily as you considered the possibilities for the rest of your day... grab your things, pick up a nice bottle of wine, call your nail lady and to see if she could squeeze you in for a pedi? As you came back into the studio you that Harry had his things packed on the floor beside him while he sat on the arm of the couch. He glanced up when he heard you come in and you smiled, "Hey H, sorry if I kept you waiting, I got to talking. Did you need something else from me?" you asked.

"I'm gonna ask you something and it's gonna sound awful, but I promise I mean it in the most not awful way-"

"Harry, just ask." you interrupted him with a chuckle and he nodded.

"Right. Ummm...w-would you like to spend the night at mine?" he asked you and you looked at him skeptically.

"Like....for....?"

"Not sex!" he said right away and then shook his head, "Not because you're a person I wouldn't want to have sex with. Like I would if I had to. Like...last people on earth type of thing. But well, that sounds like I'd do it with you just because I had no other choice. Which I mean, I would still probably have sex with you given a choice, you know?" he finished his ramble and you just decided to not even go there.

"OK...so not for sex. So then for what?" you asked him.

"Just to be with someone. We could play board games or watch movies or tv...ummm, I'm pretty sure I've got everything I'd need to make banana bread... we could do that. Or just talk and listen to music? We can do whatever I just don't want to be alone." he admitted softly.

"Harry...I really want to, but I also work for you and I... just don't want to blur the boundaries too much." you explained.

"You literally just told me this is why you're here." he appealed to her, "I'm friends with Jeff and Tommy...why couldn't I be friends with you?" he asked and you smiled at him.

"You're not exactly asking a crazy question..." you said and he smiled lightly at you. "Fine. But I'm gonna go home and pack a bag. When I arrive I hope to smell some banana bread in the oven." you said and he smiled.

"Deal." he said and you nodded. He reached for your bag on the coffee table and handed it over and you smiled and thanked him as you walked down the hall. "Gonna go say good bye to the lads."

"Yeah, you go ahead." you assured him and he made his way down the other hall, "H!" you called after him and he glanced back, "You're gonna be OK. I promise." you said and he smiled before you waved and headed back to your car.

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[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day 23

♡Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f)

♡Genre: smut with no plot

♡Au: delivery man, sex worker

♡Word Count: 1,728

♡Warnings: creampie, penetrative sex without a barrier, degradation kink, rough sex, big dick mingi as always, praise kink, hair pulling, slight roleplaying, m and f orgasm

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Masturbation, CS | Next Day~ Pegging, KHJ

♡Dedication~ @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team

You were really horny. You had tried to masturbate. You had tried to watch porn and masturbate. You had tried using a pillow, your fingers, anything but nothing was relieving the tension between your legs. You knew what your problem was: you wanted a dick. But with no one really on call for that sort of issue, you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Unless…

You sighed and picked up your phone. You opened the app DlvryCk. You knew about the service and what it provided. Your friends had been telling you about it and made you download it but you hadn't been desperate enough for it until now. Basically, you answered a couple of questions and someone arrived with a dick for you to use. As someone who wanted to be wined and dined before you got dicked down, it didn’t appeal to you, but considering your situation… you figured it was time to use it.

You wanted a fairly long cock, you wanted a creampie finish and you wanted it at the door. Your face heated up at how straight forward everything was but you threw your pride out the window. You didn’t care, you just wanted a dick inside of you and you wanted to come!

It was perhaps twenty minutes later when a deep voice called out from your apartment door and a timid knock was heard. “Special Delivery!”

You rushed to your door and opened it, ushering the delivery guy in. You did a quick back and forth to make sure none of your nosy neighbors saw and then closed the door. You flattened yourself against it because you had to look up, up, up to meet the eyes of the delivery man.

“I’m Song Mingi, and I’ll be your cock for today,” he said without a sense of shame at all.

You giggled nervously. “Hi Mingi.”

Mingi unlocked his phone, eyes squinting over his mask. “It says here you’d like to be referred to as slut?”

Your eyes shot downward immediately. Damn his feet were big. Did that mean…? “Yeah. I’m kinda needy today and I really just need that degradation right now.”

“No problem,” Mingi assured you. “So…?” He took off his mask and you gasped. That strong nose and plush lips… he really wasn’t what you were expecting for this kind of service. “You said you wanted it at the door but I need you to pick a position.”

“Oh!” Your face couldn't get any more hot, you felt like. So you moved around him and then got on your hands and knees on the floor. You pressed your lips together and looked over your shoulder. “Like this please.” You were kinda cursing your choice now. His hair was long enough for you to tug and you wanted to tug.

“Are you sure about the creampie? I’ve got a condom if you’ve changed your mind,” Mingi said from behind you. You could hear some rustling and assumed he was pushing his pants down. You kinda wanted to see how big he was. Damn you for choosing to face away from him!

“Please,” You begged, “I want that ending so badly. There’s no need for a condom.”

“You’re okay if I adlib some dirty talk? You can tell me to stop at any time. What did you put as your safeword?” Mingi continued to check in and even though he was being very professional, there was also something so sweet about it as well.

“Joker,” You winced. Could you have been any more of a nerd? “And yes, the dirty talk is fine.”

“I’m going to begin now,” Mingi announced.

Because of your sexual frustration, there was little to no resistance for Mingi to enter you from behind. You could feel his thighs tensing against the back of yours as he bottomed out and that made you whine. “Is it okay?” Mingi checked in. “I know my length can be a lot.”

You giggled under your breath. “I’m so fucking horny right now, it feels so good!”

“Oh!” Mingi sounded surprised but pleasantly so. “I’ll stop with the questions now.”

The grip on your hips tightened, almost painfully so, that you knew there’d be bruises there but it just made you whine again. And then he began to fuck you. Oh, how glorious it was. The slap of skin on skin in your entranceway was so goddamn sinful that you felt embarrassed all over again.

“How’s that, slut?” Mingi growled. “You like a good pounding, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mingi,” You replied pathetically. You felt your knees starting to move at the ferocity that Mingi was fucking you. “Fuck me harder.”

“Harder?” Mingi laughed at you. “You want me to rearrange your guts?”

“Hnnnnn, please, oh my god!” Mingi was hitting the end of you now and it was stimulating you in another way.

“If you think this is good…” Mingi gripped one of your thighs and held it up, like you were a dog peeing and it changed the angle completely.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” You whined. You didn’t think you’d get fucked so good by a goddamn order a serving of dick app delivery man???

“That’s right, slut, take all of my cock,” Mingi grunted.

“I…I…” You swallowed and opened your mouth, but you didn’t even have two brain cells to rub together right now. This was so fucking good.

Mingi used a faux-sweet voice. “Aw, fucked dumb already? No wonder you ordered a quickie. You must have been so desperate, hmmm? Needed a cock that badly between your legs?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You chanted.

“You gonna cum untouched? You really are a slut to come from just a cock in her cunt. And such a sweet cunt it is, sucking me in like it’s greedy for me,” Mingi murmured, “Ready for my present for you?”

“Oh my god, please!” You groaned, getting excited already at the prospect of receiving a cream pie from this delicious dick that was fucking you so good.

“I’m gonna come in this pussy, fuck, gonna come in this pussy and fill you up with my cum. Hmm? Gonna fuck my cum inside of you and use it as a lubricant, huh slut?” Mingi’s thrusting was getting more precise, more exact, and it was stroking something deep inside of you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” You repeated, mind white noise at this point. All you could focus on was the dick moving in and out of you and how much pleasure it was giving you. You came like an explosion, shouting and gasping, and trembling. You swore you would have blacked out if not for the way Mingi slowed down his thrusts to help you through your orgasm. You had folded your arms and were panting into them as you came down and something stuck with you: Mingi hadn't come yet.

“Mingi?” You whined.

“Yes?” The sweet boy chirped from behind you, forgetting his façade.

“You haven’t come yet!”

“Oh,” He chuckled cutely, “You’re right.”

“Please tell me you’re still going to?” You demanded.

“I…are you sure?” He sounded confused.

“Bend me in half,” You dared to suggest.

“What?” Mingi leaned over your back.

You cleared your throat, a little hoarse from all your screaming. “Bend me in half. Fuck me face to face, let me watch your cum leaving me as you come.”

“Oh.” Mingi let your leg go down and then carefully adjusted your position until you were on your back now. The entire time he hadn't slipped out of you. He really was a professional. “Like this?” He raised your legs until they were both over his shoulders and then leaned forward, a hand laying palm down near each of your shoulders.

“Oh my god,” You whined. You were face to face with Mingi and it made you regret not doing this position in the first place. “Can I request one more thing?”

“Yeah,” Mingi grinned boyishly.

“Can I tug on your hair?”

“Oh fuck,” Mingi cursed, biting down on his lip. “I mean, I’m okay with it. Whatever you want, cherished customer.”

Your hands dived into the nape of his neck and pulled experimentally. It made Mingi moan deeply and loudly and you clenched down on him. That made Mingi thrust into you without warning and then the both of you were groaning. “Please, Mingi, come inside of me,” You pleaded. “I want it.”

“Can I make a request?” Mingi asked, his eyebrows furrowed cutely.

“Mmm?” You were surprised you had the brain power to respond, honestly.

“Can I call you sweetheart?”

“Of course!” Fuck your beating heart better stop though or you might get a crush on the dick you paid for.

Mingi flashed you a smile and then began to move himself in and out of you again. “So good for me, Sweetheart, let me fucking you as soon as I got home.” The both of you watched as your slick coated his dick and he moved in and out of you with ease.

“Oh yeah, Mingi,” You were already groaning, “I’ve been waiting for you to come home.”

“Yeah, your sweet puss been waiting for my big dick to fuck you, sweetheart?” Mingi picked up the pace a bit. He was sweating a little now, but whether it was from holding back his orgasm or the amount of physicality he had to perform, that was a toss up.

You nodded, biting down on your lip. “Needed your big dick in order to come, Mingi. I craved it.”

You tugged on his hair and he moaned deliciously for you again. “More,” He demanded gruffly.

You cried out as his thrusts somehow penetrated even deeper into you. Fuck, you really were in love with this big dick already. Were there discounts for repeat trips?

You pulled on his hair, Mingi fucked you deeper and harder, and soon Mingi was treating you to a second orgasm, because your pussy was that sensitive, and his own. His nose scrunched up and he groaned with that wonderfully deep voice of his, all the while you were completely bent in two. The two of you watched with enthusiasm as Mingi came inside of you and it did indeed leak out around his dick. Even when he softened and pulled out, his load pushed out of you, covering your cunt and dripping down your asshole to the floor.

“Oh shit,” Mingi grinned, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons. “I didn’t mean to make a mess of your hallway.”

You swallowed and wondered if he would come that much in your mouth. “You already made a mess of my pussy, what’s another mess to clean up?”

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Masturbation, CS | Next Day~ Pegging, KHJ

[delta-orionis]

Tuesday Again No Problem 4/2/24

I feel like this is one of those weeks where I was extremely busy but accomplished very little...

Listening

Earlier this week I felt compelled to go back and listen to some of the songs by AURORA that were featured in that Sky: Children of the Light concert from a while ago.

This song in particular is one that I'd love to create a music video for if I had the skill or patience.

Because I have Rain World on the brain, it brings to mind a slugcat (Survivor and Monk in particular) who are just focused on survival but slowly start to become aware of exactly why the world around them functions the way it does.

Watching

My Well There's Your Problem marathon continues. The most recent episode I listened to was this one about the Y2K Bug:

(Again, it's kind of cheating for me to put a podcast with slides in the watching section, but I haven't really been watching anything else...)

Reading

Fallow this week.

Playing

I'm back to playing Rain World.

I was putting off beating the Artificer campaign, so I finally said "fuck it", and killed the Scavenger king in a very anticlimactic way by just chucking a singularity bomb at them.

In other news, I started a Hunter playthrough. I'm going to admit up front that I cheated in extra cycles for myself because I know for sure I will not be able to beat the game in under 25. To be honest I kind of wanted to do a relatively normal run where I can take my time and also be a carnivore.

Oh, and I have slugpups unlocked, so I keep finding the little guys everywhere. (They're hard to keep alive, unfortunately...)

My adventures have so far included...

Getting bullied by squidcadas,

Watching vultures beat the shit out of each other,

And witnessing one of the strongest enemies in the game get electrocuted to death right in front of me.

I finally reached Five Pebbles today. I got to him by climbing The Wall by way of Chimney Canopy, which isn't the route I usually take. I also made the (probably foolish) decision to take the long way out and go through his interior to access the Underhang. That might have been a bad idea, but Five Pebbles is one of my favorite areas in the game and I didn't want to miss an opportunity to pass through it. The Underhang sucks, though. If I get too frustrated I might just go back up through the inside (since fast travel isn't available for Hunter).

Making

I haven't made much progress on my crochet projects this week. I am getting close to finishing that granny square tote bag, though. I started the tedious process of weaving in all the loose ends.

I've also been revising that post I mentioned last week about trying to estimate how big Rain World's iterators are. My initial estimate was WAY too big, I think, and I've been debating even keeping it in the post at all. For the sake of clarity it might be best to delete it, even though I went through the trouble of making some diagrams for it... I'll think about it some more.

In addition, I’m continuing to worldbuild for my iterator OC. I made a rough layout of their facility grounds:

The idea is that they sit on top of a mountain, where their rain freezes into several glaciers which flow down to the base. At the base are twelve dams which collect the water, arranged like a big clock.

This “clock” is broken up into six sectors which serve different functions, and have analogues to the regions from the game (noted above in parentheses). I’d like to make a more polished map, maybe some time in the future.

I also posted some doodles the other day (featuring the same OC being smacked in the face)

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This coming week, I'm traveling to the path of totality for the April 8th solar eclipse. Because I'll be traveling, I can't imagine I'll have much to report in terms of the Tuesdaypost, but I guess we'll see.

[peachymilkandcream]

Levi coming home frustrated and pissed and using Evelyn as stress relief please.

Love your writing BTW ❤️

Levi x Evelyn -> Shut Up and Take it

(A/N: Thank you so much Anon! It's always so sweet to hear people liking what I do. I might take a hot minute to get through all my asks because today (Sunday) is kinda my day off but I still want to put a little something in for all of you guys and I'll get to each as soon as I can ^^)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Evelyn should have known from his steps on the stair, she should have known from the way he was cursing about "fucking" this and "fucking" that. At home language was just another part of his vocabulary, but when it was said with such venom and aggression there was something wrong.

"Evelyn!? Evelyn! Get your sorry ass over here if you know what's good for you!"

She cringed at his voice, something or someone had pissed him off, majorly. And now she was getting the consequences of it.

"I'm right here Levi." She says as she comes into the foyer just as he takes off his boots and hangs up his jacket.

His eyes find hers, they're not arrogant or cold or even lustful. They're simmering with anger, and unspoken rage that she had a feeling would be very spoken in a few moments. "About damn time."

He walks over and grabs her face roughly, bringing her face to his and claiming her mouth in a kiss, biting her lips until the skin broke and droplets of blood formed in her mouth. It was a kiss of teeth and his tongue going down her throat, making her gag and try to pull back enough for air. The defiance just made him grip harder, bruises forming under his palms from the pressure.

When he finally releases her it's only to wrench her arms behind her back and bend her over the nearest surface. The nearest surface which happened to be the dining room table, the wood pressing so hard into her stomach it was making her nauseous.

"Levi stop I'm gonna puke-"

"Can you for once shut you fucking mouth? All day long I hear your noise-" He lifted her skirt with ease and ripped her panties down, not hesitating to shove himself in.

It was dry and painful, but Levi was used to her blood and discomfort this would be no different. He just needed to get his rage out before he did something drastic and seriously harmed her. Plus her body would just have to get used to this or bleed.

He reasoned it was her fault anyway that she was in this mess, the reason he was so pissed off in the first place because some officer from the Military Police had asked Levi to name his price to have one night with Evelyn. Had his wife not been so desirable he wouldn't have had to kill the man to teach him a lesson.

The memory of the man's smug expression and cocky words fuelled him forward, the bastard had seriously though Evelyn was worth a few coins. His blood was boiling and he just had to find some way to calm down before he did some real damage.

Evelyn had shut her eyes and didn't bring up the pain, she wanted to scream at him for how badly it hurt but she just couldn't risk angering him further. Even her tears she was hiding in her sleeves so he wouldn't see them and find displeasure. Thankfully her body had made some arousal so it was less dry scrapping and just the piercing force of him taking her over and over. There was always some small amount of mercy given to her at least.

Levi could tell he was close, his rage making his pace more rough which only brought his orgasm on faster. He knew she wouldn't cum, she was nowhere near close. That didn't matter, his pleasure was the only thing that ever really mattered in their hell hole of a marriage.

Evelyn nearly sighed with relief when she finally felt him paint her walls with white, at least he was done and hopefully had calmed down even slightly. Once he pulled out she was determined not to let him see how much she hated it, she didn't think she could take that ordeal and a beating on top of it. Plus in this state who knew how far he would take it. For once she would pretend to be a loving and doting wife, no matter how much it killed her inside.

Plastering on the best fake smile she could she turned to him and kissed his cheek. "Why don't you come lay down Levi, you look exhausted."

They both knew it was all an act, but neither cared. They both needed a sliver of normalcy, without it they'd both go crazy.

[septnanis]

“Just give it to him,” Vanitas says, arms folded behind his head while he feigns taking a nap on Kairi’s bed (better pillows, he claims).

Kairi glares at him over her shoulder. She covers the object in one hand with the other. “I thought you had exercises out on the yard today,” she says. Her cheeks heat up, she almost feel caught out by him.

Vanitas shrugs. “I’m a free spirit, princess,” he says. “I go wherever destiny tells me to go.”

That’s the exact opposite of free spirit, she wants to tell him, but Kairi’s not in the mood for a battle of wits with Vanitas at that very moment.

“What’s the big deal anyway,” Vanitas says, giving up on the nap, rolling to his side to put his head up on one curled fist. “You gave Sora one, give prince charming the other one you made.”

Kairi opens her hand and looks down at the charm in it. It’s not made of thalassa shells like the charm she gave Sora but of gleaming turquoise glass. During her training with Aqua, her master taught her how to make one.

It’s a halfway point between the angular charms that hang from Eraqus’ makeshift gravestone outside and the ones the sailors on Destiny Islands make. Smooth lines but still a little hodgepodge.

At the center, she drew a little determined face and some long, spiky bangs. Under the little face she drew the Dream eater sigil. It reminds her of Riku when she looks at it. It makes her smile.

“I never made one for him,” Kairi says, her smile falling and her stomach churning. “He made me so nervous back then. He was so… I don’t even know what to call it. Anger? Frustrated? So different from how he was when we were little.”

Vanitas doesn’t say anything, just looks at her.

“He was really sweet when we were little,” Kairi says. “I remember one time, it was raining really hard on the play island, this storm that came out of nowhere. It was just the two of us, I think Sora was sick that day. I slipped in the mud and fell pretty hard.”

She remembers the day, remembers not wanting to cry and embarrass herself. But her foot hurt so much and she’d ruined her favorite dress.

“Riku pretended he didn’t notice I was crying,” she says and turns the charm over in her hands. “Once the rain almost stopped he let me climb on his back. He was only little too, so I must’ve been pretty heavy but he didn’t complain once.”

It surprises her when tears spring to her eyes. She brushes them away quickly but the more she speaks the more they come. “He carried me all the way home, and he kept saying it was okay to cry and he kept making jokes to make me laugh.”

Vanitas kept listening intently, little emotion on his face.

“Riku didn’t leave until he was sure I felt okay,” she says. “I thought he was the bravest, coolest guy in the world. And I couldn’t stop crying.” Kairi’s voice thickens with emotion.

“Why?” Vanitas asks.

Kairi’s laughs through her tears. “Because a few days before Sora and I drew our faces on the walls in the secret place. I didn’t even think about waiting until it was the three of us. All I could think was that I wanted to do it.”

“You were just a little kid,” Vanitas says with a nudge to her back. It’s his own rough way of comforting her.

“It wasn’t just then,” Kairi says. “I told Sora I wanted to go off with the raft, just the two of us. I let Riku sit all by himself before that big battle instead of telling him to sit with us. I didn’t tell him I was going to go to sleep to find Sora. I don’t deserve to give this to him.”

Vanitas sits up and they’re nearly sitting next to each other. “None of those things makes you a bad person,” he says. “I think he’d still tell you it’s okay to cry. And I think he’s git enough of his own shit that he thinks he doesn’t deserve to get one of these.”

It helps a little, how easily Vanitas lays down the truth. It softens the edges of her doubts. Kairi scrubs her eyes and nose and laughs.

“So much for your nap,” she says and looks at him.

He reaches up and brushes one errant tear away with his knuckle. “Still better than training exercises,” he says with a grin. “Chin up, princess, anyone would be lucky to have you for a friend.”

Kairi uses her sleeve to wipe at her face and she smiles at him. “You’re not too bad at this, you know,” she says.

“Got a pretty good teacher,” Vanitas says.

Kairi rolls her eyes.

—-

Riku looks a little confused at her walking down the Gummiship hangar towards him but he smiles at her nevertheless.

“Morning,” he says. He looks a little sleepy.

Kairi stops in front of him. “Good morning,” she says. Golden light from the sun coming up spills into the hangar. “I uh, wanted to give you something before you left.”

She rummages in her pocket and pulls it out.

“Oh yeah?” Riku says before bending over to fix something in his bag. As he stands up Kairi holds it out to him.

The glass glimmers in the light of dawn.

Riku looks down at it with a quiet sort of awe and surprise. “This is… “

“A good luck charm!” She says just as Riku says:

“- for me?”

They’re both quiet for a moment before they both laugh. She holds it out a little further.

“I realized that.. I never got to make you one,” she says. “Back then. I should’ve.”

Riku shook his head. “It’s okay,” he says. When she gestures at him with it again, he carefully takes it from her. “I wasn’t exactly deserving of one back then. I know this was more of a thing between you and Sora.”

It doesn’t sound hurt. Probably because nobody looks at Riku like Sora does and now Riku knows it. It makes Kairi feel lighter, that Riku can be happy about that now.

“I guess some things happened back then,” Kairi says. “And we just never got around to fixing it.” To her embarrassment another tear slides down her cheek. She brushes it away. “Sorry!”

Riku shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says. “It’s okay to cry.” He sounds just as earnest at nineteen as he did at seven but this time she doesn’t feel so bad so she rushes into a hug. He’s not little anymore. He’s not angry or frustrated anymore. He’s just Riku.

He wraps his arms around her and Kairi smiles into his shoulder so wide her face hurts.

“Thank you for this,” he says. She doesn’t know if he means the hug or the charm. He sounds like she gave him something priceless. “I’m really happy you’re my friend, Kairi.”

And just like that, he gives something priceless back to her.

He’s smiling when they seperate. She helps him pack the rest of his things and smiles when she sees him put the charm in his pocket.

“Keep an eye on Sora, okay?” Riku says and the fact that his thoughts always circle back to Sora makes Kairi so happy.

She nods and holds up a determined fist. “You better bring that back!” She says. “I worked really hard on it.”

Riku salutes her and nods. “You got it!”

After he leaves, Kairi smiles.

It feels like it’s going to be a good day.

[neptoons1998]

Double trouble

A/N: So I decided I wanted to write a cute kidfic with attoye's twins. Hope you guys enjoy it! It does contain minor shuriri in here.

Zariah always thought she could do anything. After all her mama told her so.

"Really?" Zariah tucked into her bed the night before. Shuri and Riri sitting on opposite sides of her small bed. Riri nodded, "As long you put in that work and dedication."

Zariah nodded, "Okay mommy."

Shuri kissed her cheek, "Remember that mommy and I love you very much."

And with that, Zariah fell asleep. Today was a new day, Zariah could barely handle her excitement that she was going to hang out with her cool older cousins, Yaxkin and Yunuen. The twins agreed to watch over Zariah since their mother had meetings in the city same as their father, who meetings with the council underwater.

"Please remember to be gentle with the princess "Okoye instructed her boys, "She's not like you. So don't play rough okay?"

Yaxkin smiled at his mother, "We know mother. Don't play rough,

Okoye looked at Yunuen, "I'll make sure Yaxkin doesn't play too hard with the princess, mother."

"Hey!" Yaxkin ready to argue with his brother.

"Thank you, Yunuen," Okoye said before leaving her boys to the nursery. It should be a cakewalk, how hard was it to entrain a small child.

Yaxkin and Yunuen knew that they were in big trouble. But in their defense, how were the twins supposed to know what was too rough for a human anyway?

"I failed. Mother will never trust me again," Yunuen cried out. He couldn't bare the mere thought of his mother not trusting him anymore. Is this what Yaxkin feels all the time?

Yaxkin cradled the small girl, who was physically fine, "Look all we have to do is distract her. Then boom no more problem."

Yunuen nodded, his brother was right if they could distract Zariah long enough, she would forget this ordeal. How hard is it to distract a seven-year-old?

Apparently, it's tough. The twins tried everything, Yaxkin wasn't above pleading with the young girl. He refused to clean up rhino poop as punishment if his mother finds out.

"We're thinking about this all wrong," Yunuen said to his brother. The pair huddle themselves in the small corner of the room. Yaxkin scoffed, "What do you mean we? I've been the one throwing ideas!"

Yunuen sighed, "Let's do the game."

"No, I refuse to play that game!" Yaxkin exclaimed Yunuen and he was far too old now to play that stupid party trick.

"Come on, brother," Yunuen said as he grabbed his brother's arms, "Focus on what's at stake here, or do you really want to clean up rhino poop until we die or play the game?"

A few beats of silence pass, before Yaxkin kicked his feet in frustration, "Fine, but I don't like it."

Yunuen patted his brother's arm, "I know."

"Zariah," Yunuen called over. The little girl came over to the twins, it's not that she didn't mind being with her cousins. Like her mama said they are a bit different from her like they don't have to come up from the air when they swim. This confused the young girl because her mama said she could do anything if she puts her mind to it. Zaraih doesn't think passing out wasn't what her mother meant by that.

"Let's play which one is Yaxkin game," The twin said at the same time.

"Oh!"Zariah exclaimed, "I love playing this game !" The small child clapped her hands with excitement.

Yunuen and Yaxkin smirked, "Well can you tell which one is Yaxkin?"

Zariah paused as she looked up at her cousins, "Hmm I can't tell you to look too much alike."

"Many people tried to tell us apart, but so far no one can," The twins explained to their cousin. The group was too consumed in the game

"I thought you guys said you were too old to play this game, "Okoye as she looked at her boys.

Yunuen straightened up his back before answering his mother's question, "Well we decided we'll do it on special occasions."

Okoye gave a soft hum, and the warrior felt a soft tap on her leg. Looking down at Zariah, "Auntie, Can you tell you which one is Yuxkin?"

"That one is Yunuen," Okoye pointed to her left, "That one is Yuxkin."

"Oops wrong answer, " The twins leaned into each other, "It's really ashamed that our own mother can't tell us apart."

Okoye rolled her eyes, Dramatic just like your father, she thought, "No I'm right after all I was the one who pushed you out."

The twins crinkled their noses in disgust, "Gross."

"So Auntie, is right?" Zariah wanted to know the answer. Okoye looked at her boys, "Please tell the princess. I'm right so we can go home."

The twins sighed in defeat, at least Zariah was too distracted to tell their mother about the incident so it was won, "Yes, mother's right."

"Wow, "Zariah said in astonishment, "You're really good at this game auntie

Okoye laughed, "I better be. What type of mother would I be if I didn't know my own boys?"

"A horrible one," The twins answered before following their mother to go home, "See you later Z."

"Bye," Zariah waved her hand. Zariah could wait to tell her mothers what happen today. As well as to prove her mama wrong about she could do anything.

[foxys-left-foot]

Vent: the sequel (maybe 18+? Dunno)

So in my last vent post (below), you guys gave me good advice, and I ask for some again.

Am I the asshole for wanting to break up with my boyfriend?

So, we got together in January of this year (2023), and our relationship was / is pretty good. Well, shortly after we got together, he came down with the virus (yk which one) and it took a lot out of him. Like, a lot. He'd sleep frequently because he was so drained from it. He eventually recovered and fought it off, hasn't had it since.

Flash forward to now, almost a year later. Yesterday I'd texted him a couple times and he didn't respond. This I'm used to, because he usually doesn't get up until early afternoon. Well it soon was 7 o clock in the evening, and he hadn't said anything. So like any girlfriend does, I panic and texted his mom to make sure he was ok.

She said he'd been asleep since she'd gotten home and such, and that he'd taken sleeping pills to sleep. He finally texted me for the first time yesterday at 7:30 - ish. The thing is, I get that sleep is extremely important. But when he's been asleep for the majority of the day, it frustrates me.

Now I know people have other priorities in life, and I'm ok if I'm not always his number one. But, today, when I was scrolling good ol' Pinterest, I came across a screenshot of a post on here talking about normal relationships, and what they basically aren't.

One of the points they made was that it's not really normal for your partner to state that ur hobbies / interests are a waste of time or basically inferior. Everyone on here knows that I love, love, love bands. Most of those bands being Weezer, Green Day, Nirvana, and... Foo Fighters. I'm autistic, so naturally, I will talk about my hyperfixations and special interests a lot, which in this case is mostly foo fighters.

I really love music in general too, and that includes playing bass. Well, the one time over dinner a couple weeks ago, he confessed that at one point he didn't even want to remotely listen to the foos / Nirvana because I talked about them too often. And that kinda hurt, honestly. Another time, he was basically like "Would you stop talking about them??"

He doesn't seem to really acknowledge the fact that, yes, I love these things, and no, I don't know how to socialize about anything else. Ironically, I said at the exact same dinner that it's often hard for me to socialize / make connections because there was a point in my life --- when I was 14 years old --- where I was basically a fucking hermit. Didn't want to leave the house to eat, shop, or anything. I recall that as the darkest period of my 20 years on this earth, and I'm still recovering from it today, years later.

And he just laughed and said something along the lines of "Yeah no wonder you talk about the same stuff over and over again." And that hurt, too. He's also autistic and doesn't really have a filter, either, so he just straight up says things with little to no regard of the effect it may have on people.

He sends me stuff from Twitter that is sometimes funny and oftentimes...not so much. Like homophobic / misogynistic jokes or things of that like. I've told him in the past that I don't find those funny, and they honestly make me uncomfortable, and he just brushed it off.

Back to the sleeping issue, his mom and I are of course very concerned for him. But he just brushes it off like it's no big deal. But it is. To me, at least. Because sometimes, when he sleeps that long or has no real emotional response to things, I feel like I'm literally dating a rock. And there's also times where I feel it's just my body he likes.

He's said in the past when we had that rough patch in our relationship that he likes me as a person and not just for my body, but with each passing day, that's just not true to me. Don't get me wrong, he's a great dude with a big heart, but I honestly don't think we're cut out for each other romantically.

Granted, I was the one who started the whole flirting shit (around this time last year), and I was the one who asked if we're dating or not. I love him, and I really don't want to give him up, but a large chunk of me is telling me to. I know some autistics struggle to display certain emotions over others, including he himself, but it's getting hard for me.

Am I the asshole for wanting to break up with him?

[schraubd]

Was Blind But Now I See

Happy holidays, all (and Merry Christmas, some!). As some of you know, I had eye surgery earlier this week. Not LASIK, but the considerably more exotic corneal cross-linking. This was actually the third time I was scheduled to have the procedure. The first time, which I believe was the summer of 2019, was scrubbed due to insurance issues; the second time, which was slated for this past summer, I got COVID a week before the operation. That's frustrating for more than the normal reasons -- cross-linking doesn't improve your vision, it just stops further deterioration, so any vision loss I've experienced from the initial date to now is likely permanent.

But let's not dwell on that. The procedure itself was not really what I was anticipating: it was (as one tech very accurately put it) 90% putting in eye drops. Seriously: that was the overwhelming majority of the 90 minutes I spent lying on the operating table -- getting eye drops placed in my eye over two minute increments. For about half of it, I also stared into a UV light while getting still more eye drops. The miracles of science. I was anticipating more in the way of scraping or needles or lasers, but other than one period where they scraped a layer of cells off the top of my cornea (don't worry, some of those eye drops were the numbing kind), there really wasn't any of that.

The recovery has been a bit more of a slog. One consequence of the surgery is that I can't wear a contact in the affected eye for a week before and a month after the procedure. With my contacts in, I have close to 20/20 vision; without them in, I'm legally blind. So the upshot is I'm blind in my right eye until mid-January (including the first two weeks of teaching).

There's also the pain. After the surgery I was prescribed percocet, which should have let me know they weren't messing around, but for whatever reason I was underselling the pain side of the recovery period. The first day once the numbing drops wore off was pretty rough -- my eye had that stinging sensation like when you stare into a bright light for too long (another help tech reminded me that "you kinda did"), but it wasn't really fading. The pain came in waves, abating before it would come back, and as time has progressed the severity of the pain has decreased while the length of time between waves has increased. I'm hopeful that by today I'm out the other side, and the major side effect I'll still need to deal with is the aforementioned half-blindness.

In other news, the winter storm that hit Portland (and I gather everywhere else in America) froze a pipe and knocked out water to our kitchen faucet. More annoying than anything else, but it was the first "crisis" our house has really experienced since we bought it, so a good learning experience for us. Jill spent most of yesterday trying to get a plumber to come out before "frozen pipe" turned into "burst pipe". It took a long time -- everyone was booked until at least Tuesday -- but we finally got a guy who came out, found where the freeze was, and thawed it out. The whole experience really was more stressful because of the confluence of events (holiday season making it hard to find people, I'm half out of commission because of the surgery), but we got through it. Yay us!

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[dzpenumbra]

3/15/23

I didn't sleep well. I had a very intense nightmare. I guess a bit of a trigger warning about death, just skip the next paragraph if that's too much.

I was hanging out with this family that was... functional. And comfortable around each other. And I still had my dog. And I ended up having to put her down. And I had to explain to this guy about how... this death was a bit more difficult. I guess I was comparing it to my dog's actual death or something, I don't know. My dog's death was very sudden and completely unexpected. She had cancer, angiosarcomas, and we literally were playing in a river together one day... then 24 hours later she couldn't stand up at all and couldn't eat without vomiting and I had to put her down. In this dream, she suffered for months. And I really don't know why my subconscious picked to present that as my dog, because that was literally what happened with my cat. It was rough at the end. She was not in good shape, and I really do feel like she suffered a lot, and unfortunately, I blame myself for that. I guess this was my conscience's way of reminding me that I haven't really... grieved my cat yet. Not fully, not actively. Not the way I did with my dog. For fuck's sake, I haven't even really been able to talk to anyone about it. It was really hard, man. And I really loved her. I still worry she's going to sneak out the door every time I open it. And I can't bring myself to put away her cat tree yet. It still has christmas lights on it and everything. -_-

I think the dream was really important for me. Because that grief was really turning into a lot of angst, and anger, and frustration. Throwing myself headlong at work shit and streaming and trying to make myself make friends. Pushing myself way outside of my comfort zone. I'm grieving. And I'm not... grieving. And I really, really just wish I had literally anyone to talk to about this.

My mom recommended I go to a support group or something. I've already talked to my therapist about my concerns there, just getting rattled by other peoples' horror stories, secondary trauma, that kinda shit. And though I don't believe it's any less myself, I feel like people there might get a bit insulted that I'm in a grief support group because I lost my dog and cat.

If you're going through a really tough time, and have someone in your life that is willing to give you space and a genuine shoulder to cry on... with no hidden strings and shit... please consider taking it. Because you never know when one day you're just gonna look around you... and there's no one left. And everyone just says "man, you're in really rough shape, you should really go pay someone so you can have someone to process this with for 45 minutes once a week." Too busy, everyone too busy. Too busy to be a parent, too busy to be a sibling, too busy to be a friend. Sadge.

So... I guess I'm just gonna try to talk to my therapist about that tomorrow. I've been entertaining the idea of smoking weed again, but after that... I mean... yeah. I just. If I freak out, I'm 100% alone. And I freak out majority of the time. I just. I want a fucking break, man. An emotional break. Relief, relaxation, calm. Fucking love. Affection, affirmation. Dude, I laughed audibly today. Like out loud, like until tears formed in my eyes. That hasn't happened in so long. I need more of that.

Let's ride this wave out of grief and sorrow. It'll return soon, don't worry, I just have more to share and I'm exhausted. I skated for like... I don't even know... 2.5-3 hours today? So much. I practiced kickflips most of the day. I got some moving ones that were actually pretty clean. The snow was very wet, right between slush and ice, where it's still a wet soft bit on top, but smooth hard packed underneath, super packable. So... zero friction. It was really hard to ride stably, my weight kept shifting all over the place. It wore me out, and made landing kickflips much harder because I'm still working out where to keep my weight. I've got it down standing still, but it feels much different moving. But yeah, got a few. And then went over to the 2-stair for awhile. Battled with the shuvit again, which was annoying as hell, because once I got it, it was like... really easy. The drop just psyches me out.

I feel like there are a few mental barriers in skating that I really need to get over, and once I do? I'm going to progress very quickly. Like confidently throwing shuvits and flips down a drop or gap the way I throw them on flat. For some reason, I can kickflip off a kicker, the same size drop, the same distance out. But... the second you throw a stair in there? It just gets in my head and the trick just dismantles in my mind. My weight is all wrong, I flip it too far forward, I don't pop enough, I catch it and then stomp it down rather than just let gravity bring me down. Exact same deal with the shuvit. And I felt when I caught the shuvit and landed it... it felt exactly the same as a shuvit on flat, just with a little drop to it. But getting my body (and mind) to replicate that... that's another story.

Around 9, I ordered some food from this local fried food joint. Really healthy, I know. French fries, fried chicken, mozz sticks, milkshake. I fucking ate all of it too, good lord, it literally made me nod off. I ordered the delivery on my phone and planned it to show up at my door so I could go skate the maintenance door for like... 20 mins, half an hour? Then grab dinner on my way back to my apartment. Flawless plan, very glad I did it. The future is pretty damn convenient, albeit a bit expensive...

On the maintenance door, my only real goal was FS boardslide to fakie. It's such a fun trick, it's just full commitment and just... see what happens. And it feels really cool, too. So I got that after about 3 tries. I stuck 5-0 shuv on the first try, and really clean too, nice pop and everything. I was really happy with that, that was a go-to warm up trick for me, I had it on lock like every try back in 2019. FS blunt was interesting, I gave that a whirl and it worked alright. BS blunt not so much, and noseblunt was just not working at all with the wet snow. Riding in nollie position in wet snow is just... impossible. I think that's basically it, I tried BS board to 270 shuv and was close, I just didn't really care about the trick enough to close the deal on it.

At the very end, I decided to practice heelflips standing still until the delivery texted me. And I got a couple really good ones, actually, which really surprised me. I don't know if I have it moving anymore, but I got some popped pretty high.

So yeah... the big battle today was trying to kickflip the 2-stair. And I didn't land it. I had a few sketchy lands that I fell out of, I definitely don't count it. And that's that. And I'm exhausted.

I came home, got in the comfy chair, ate my junk food, watched MOONMOON stream some WWF game, laughed my ass off, nodded off. Got up, played some Star Wars: Empire at War - Thrawn's Revenge mod while watching the end of MrMoonsHouse's stream. And... here I am.

So yeah. I'm really feeling the need for community. And I'm not really sure what to do about that. Twitch may take a while to pick up, or not pick up at all. I could try to get back into RP. I could find a multiplayer game and hope to find people who aren't shitbags. Again, I'm just trying to find a way to be social remotely without going on social media. Because of a) the toxicity, the anger, the aggression, and b) the ads. My ads are all mental health, and... today... tragically... stuff having to do with cat litter? Sometimes dog training? I don't know if they're scanning this blog or listening to my phone calls with my mom, but either way... they're picking up a lot of the wrong shit, and it's like 1 out of every 5 things on Instagram is a fucking ad for ADHD management tools or something having to do with my dead pets. And it completely undoes the positive impact of seeing cool art and skate clips. Completely counteracts it. And there's no way around it. So... fuck.

I swear, if it weren't for those ads, I'd absolutely spend more time on Instagram. I mean that. I'd have to be really mindful to like... manage my time there and not sink too deep into it... but it's nowhere as bad as Reddit. Reddit I will be there for literal hours, just writing comments and replies, proofreading them several times, and then deleting them and never posting them. And the ads are like walking down the Vegas fucking strip, it's really goddamn bad. They will let literally anyone advertise there. I had ads for like... bulletproof vests marketed towards families... proselytizing Christians... I had some company harassing me for years with some fucking schizophrenia injection, which was creepy as fuck and really not cool to like... plant that idea into the head of someone who is regularly smoking weed and has a tendency to get paranoid. Really not cool. Like... shit like that makes me yearn for the days when the ads I would hear on the radio were for like shitty car dealerships or Coor's Light or some shit. Now it's these fucking lunatics, reminding me regularly that they are still out there in the world, just waiting for me to come and hang out with them. Then I read the comments on some of the posts on Reddit and it's just a complete toxicity overload. Fucking hell.

So yeah, trying to not have to go back there for social shit, honestly. Super unhealthy. Maybe I'll see if there's a Space Engineers server I could join, or maybe RP honestly, it could be fun. Idk. We'll see.

I'm gonna go pass out.

[lokiskitten]

Lee Bodecker | coping mechanism

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader [ fluff/smut ]

plot : you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.

warnings : light swearing, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praising kink, pregnancy kink, internal ejaculation.

Dropping his napkin on the table, a satisfied sigh escaped Lee’s mouth which could only underline that the dinner you had spent a long hour preparing for the two of you had successfully filled him up. You always enjoyed cooking for him, and that mostly because you knew he was keen on good food and having his girlfriend take good care of him. Usually, such a dinner would’ve been enough to fill him with happiness after a long day of work- the meal always being accompanied by a beer or another alcohol of any kind- but today you were easily able to notice that something was wrong. He had kept silent most of the evening, and it could only manage to worry you as you knew how much of a chatter Lee usually was and had always been. Therefore, you decided to step in and question the man about his thoughtful mindset.

Placing the empty plates down in the sink, you then proceeded to sit back down at the table where your hand reached out to hold his. No matter how rough his fingers could sometimes feel, you always enjoyed initiating tender physical contact with the man you had chosen to become your partner. “Is there something wrong?” Your voice was shy and respectful, head tilting just so slightly in hopes that Lee would agree to finally make eye contact with you as he had been staring at the flowerpot which rested on the table for a while now. He had been the one to bring you the flowers which currently fed on water within the pot, which proved that even during rough times he knew how to be a gentleman and please his lady. And eventually, Lee finally agreed to make eye contact.

When his blue eyes met yours, you were now able to distinguish the emotions which reflected in his orbs a little better. It was a mix of sorrow and anger, something you rarely got to see when being in his presence within you guys’ intimacy. There was definitely something wrong, and forcing your partner to spit out the reason to his frustrations had always been a very hard task. But you refused to give up so easily on him, and instead allowed your thumb to gently trace circles against his calloused hand. “You can tell me, you know? I’m here to listen, as I’ve always been.” You added, watching as his jaw clenched just as if he was currently debating whether he should give in your nice behavior or not. But eventually, Lee agreed to tell you about the humiliating event which took place this afternoon, and which led him to sink in that state of embarrassment and insecurity.

“Well, just some irrelevant bullshit, ya know?” He answered, this response not being enough in your opinion. “Lee..” you spoke on a nearly sad tone, his distress starting to fade off on your mood too. Locking his lips in frustration, the sheriff looked to the side for a moment before pulling his hand away and crossing both his arms against his chest. “I was at work this mornin’ and I stayed in my office in order to take care of important papers. Just usual shit.” He started, hope rising within your soul as you understood that he finally agreed to tell you about the reason to his uncomfortable mindset. “And let’s just say I caught two of my coworkers sayin’ rather…mean stuff about me.” He pursued, and you could tell he had tried his best not to replace the underlined word by another curse of any kind.

Through his tough looks, Lee had always been a very insecure man. Thankfully, you were here to reassure him whenever he needed. It therefore broke your heart to hear that someone out there had dared to feed his insecurities on top of making him feel ashamed of his own body or personality. “What did they say exactly, mmh?” You asked in order to lead the man to give you more details, details you craved to hear out of curiosity but also out of anger- and that mostly for you to be able to cheer him up as best as you could. “Well.. stuff ‘bout my body. And I just hate the fact that those fuckers I work with and supervise don’t even have the strength to say it to ma face, ya know?” He finished, finally allowing you to understand how bad the situation actually was. As previously mentioned, Lee had always been insecure about his body and no matter how those remarks have been shaped you knew that they certainly reached the most sensitive part of him.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry baby.” You answered on an empathetic tone, getting up from your chair whilst your man pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket in aim of smoking one of the cancer sticks to relieve his stress. Though before he could have the flame of his hatch come in contact with the tip of the cigarette, you were quick to pull it out of his lips before placing it back down on the table. “Hey, no smoking in the house.” You teased, arms wrapping around his chest as you allowed your head to rest onto his shoulder. “But it’s my house.” He answered, leading chuckle to escape your lips. “Please?” You begged, not wishing for him to spend some of his health on a stupid cancer stick. “Fine. Anythin’ for my princess.” He ended up answering with a smirk, placing the packet of cigarettes down on the table for good. Part of you felt thankful that he had given up on behaving in a grumpy way, but you obviously kept those thoughts to yourself.

“Besides.. I know a better way to make you forget about all this stress.” You affirmed, hands gently caressing his chest as you wanted to avoid having him smoke or drink his distress away. He smiled just so slightly. “Mmh, you do?” The police officer asked innocently, playing dumb as he desired to hear you say it more than anything else in the world. “Mmh… in fact, I do.” You responded, now allowing your hands to caress up and down his upper half. “My beautiful, handsome man…” Lee smirked in victory, enjoying the way your sweet words would always lead his confidence to risen. Your lips offered his chubby cheek a kiss, an act of both love and lust. Eventually you allowed your mouth to move closer to his ear, a gentle smile appearing on your face as Lee ceased all movements in order to attentively listen to what you were about to say.

“I want you to take me the way I like it.” You whispered, the man’s cock twitching from underneath his service pants at the thought of finding itself within your tight wetness once again. Both of you carried particular interest for two different positions, and you would simply take turns in order to make it fair and fulfill each other’s needs and desires. However, you knew that asking Lee to take you the way you liked it would only result in boosting his ego once you’d be generously praising him for the good work he would hopefully be leading. A shaky sigh escaped the sheriff’s lips as he turned his head towards you, a discreet smirk appearing on his face at the thought of pounding you to death. Your lips stood close to one another’s, tension rising within both of your bodies. He wanted you, but above all… you wanted him.

[ … ]

And before you could know it, the two of you were now in bed mating with one another. Lee had happily agreed to take you in missionary, your favorite position to fuck in as it stimulated both your clit and your g-spot, but above all allowed you to get to see his face and the way it changed throughout the sexual intercourse. Your arms had slipped underneath his arms, taking ahold of his shoulders as the sheriff eagerly pounded into you in order to fill both of your respective organisms with bliss. His hips rocked against yours with a bull-like strength, his lower pelvis coming in contact with your hardened bud which currently throbbed out of pleasure.

Lee had always been a very strong man, developed muscles hiding underneath the layers of chub which were wrapped around his body. Though just like a kid, you were looking forward to being in possession of what lurked within the kinder surprise rather than the chocolate which trapped it sealed. Nevertheless, you didn’t feel a tad bothered by Lee’s body and in contrary enjoyed the feeling of it. He certainly felt more comfortable to cuddle with rather than a meatless being, or a man who had rocking hard muscles from head to toes. It wasn’t rare for you to give him plenty of cute nicknames, such as “koala bear”, “TeddyLee” or even simple ones such as “handsome”. And of course the sheriff enjoyed it. Pretty much everything you did, he enjoyed.

“God, Lee..” you moaned out, as he now proceeded to offer your crotch slow but stronger thrusts. It made your toes curl and led his facial expressions to change. “Ya know.. out of all the chicks in this town… you’re by far ma favorite one..” he affirmed breathlessly, his chatty self suddenly rising back to the surface now that he got to forget about his sorrow. You didn’t truly know how to interpret this affirmation, yet you simply assumed that he was bad with words- as always- and meant that he had made a good choice when picking you out of the lot. “I just can’t get enough of your tight little cunt..” he moaned out, and this once you were sure that it was indeed a compliment- as roughly as it was expressed.

His hips began to fasten up again, his stomach gently rubbing against yours as the bed rocked back and forth only to create a stain against the wallpaper. You enjoyed how warm and soft he felt, and how divine he made you feel. You wouldn’t cease to squeeze your walls around his pulsating length- which was just the perfect length for you to enjoy and pleasure. “Tell me baby.. tell me how good I make you feel.” The sheriff requested, growing overly weak upon being close to reaching his high. He wanted you to praise him until he’d finally cum, to hear your voice which sounded so sweet in his ear. “My boy.. my sweet sheriff~.. best man in town.” You stated, leading an outlaw groan to escape his lips. The man’s moans were soft and sensitive, far from matching his rather physically intimidating self.

“Don’t stop now… tell me more, sweetie.” He requested, pushing further inside of you and leading his cockhead to come in contact with your sensitive cervix. “Most handsome man in this bloody town.. My man.” You affirmed dominantly though your voice remained shaky, legs levitating by his waist as it appeared as if he was trying his ultimate best to dig himself as further as he could inside of your cunt. “Ma’ girl... can’t wait to fill ya up.” You choked on your own moans upon hearing that sentence adding up to the way he would pound your core. “I’d love to see you bloated with my kid. I’m gettin’ old, you know? I need to start thinkin’ about the future-“ he affirmed, once again speaking more than he probably should’ve during such a situation. However, it was a flaw of his you peculiarly appreciated. Your hands clung harder onto his broad shoulders, breasts begging for attention neither of you could currently offer them.

“Stop talking babe, and finish the work.” You begged, and that a few seconds before your romantic and sexual partner finally released his seeds inside of you. It was warm, comforting nearly as you melted under his much larger body. You watched in awe as his facial expression changed, brows knitting together as his back arched just so slightly in an attempt to keep his hips strictly locked against yours- and once again probably in order to reach further up your cunt. Another moan of his signed the end of the intercourse for good, his body soon relaxing against yours whilst he kept his cock dug inside of you, his semen currently invading your insides and breeding your fertile uterus. You alternated between soft gasps and gentle pants, head resting onto the soft pillow as Lee proceeded to slowly pull out of you to make sure he wouldn’t arm your genitals nor his own.

A shiver escaped his lips as the room’s cold air collided with his love juice coated member which had gotten used to the warmth of your pulsating core. This last friction tickled some of your sensitive spots, allowing one last sigh of bliss to escape your lips before the man laid down on the empty spot next to where you were currently resting. Semen was soon to leak out of your swollen pussy, dripping down between your asscheeks to initiate warm contact with your butthole. Next to you Lee was currently growing his energy back, one of his hands resting onto his stomach whilst the other gently teased yours. Your legs remained spread, appearing like an image of what would probably occur in the future- the consequences to this intercourse- if you weren’t taking a contraceptive pill.

The man looked satisfied though remained silent, blue eyes staring at the ceiling as if he was thinking of an important topic. Whatever it was, you only hoped it wouldn’t be any of his coworkers’ mean slurs.

Thanks for reading y’all😩 specially dt to @bucky-soldat @devilsuga and @mydreamlandforfictionalcharacter

[writtendaydreamm]

One Rule

Daniel had one rule he followed on race weekends. No sex.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut

It was a Grand Prix weekend and the first one y/n’s been able to attend all season. While Daniel was excited to have his girlfriend cheering him on during qualifying today, he wasn’t too thrilled about what a tease she’s been as of late. She was proving to be quite the distraction. Not exactly what he needed leading up to a big race.

It was a bit out of character for y/n. She normally tried to be as unassuming as possible during race weekends. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardize Daniel’s focus or performance. She mostly stayed out of sight and out of mind allowing him to get into the right headspace. She understood being a driver’s girlfriend required sacrifice. Fortunately for her, Daniel never asked for much. He really only had one rule during race weekends. No sex.

Now, if you know Daniel, you know he’s not really a follow-the-rules type of guy. He was more of a rule-breaker if anything. So for him to even have a no-sex rule at all, meant it was something he took seriously.

This all started very early on in his career after a horrible performance during a race he happened to have sex prior to. Needless to say, that race was one of the worst he’s ever had. Whether that incident was a fluke or if the sex really did affect his performance, only God knows. Either way, since then Daniel made it a rule to never have sex before driving. Whether that be for free practice, qualifying, or the actual race.

In accordance with his no-sex rule, the couple kept it PG these past few days sharing nothing more than some chaste kisses. It was driving Y/n up the wall. This rule never really bothered her before. But it had been so long since she and Daniel got to spend any real time together. It’s probably been around a month since they last saw each other in person. Every part of her missed him. His presence. His touch.

If she weren’t so desperate for him, she’d be impressed by his willpower. If the roles were reversed she would’ve given in by now. Y/n was not making it easy for him at all. Teasing him every chance she got. But to no avail. Dan still hasn’t budged

Y/n was just about ready to accept defeat until last night when Daniel’s resolve started to show signs of wavering. In a last-ditch effort to try and turn Daniel on enough so he’d finally fuck her, y/n wore nothing more one of than his t-shirts to bed. She was hoping for the best, but not expecting much. Daniel was already settled under the covers, headphones on, and ready for bed by the time she got there. But around a few minutes after she joined him, he got up to take a shower. Odd, since he had already taken one just before bed. Then after hearing a faint but familiar grunt coming form the bathroom, it clicked. He was taking a cold shower to get rid of his boner.

So when Y/n got dressed this morning, she didn’t choose the skimpy summer outfit she was wearing by chance. It was a calculated decision. One that would hopefully break whatever was left of Daniel’s resolve so he’ll finally toss that no-sex rule out the window.

When y/n asked him to tie her top from behind, Daniel nearly lost it right then. All he wanted to do was pepper kisses all along her neck and shoulder. How he wished he could just turn her around and pepper kisses along her breasts that were supported by nothing more than this flimsy top. But remembering his rule, he took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts aside.

Today was qualifying and Daniel was determined to earn a starting position within the top 5. He needed to be laser-focused on driving his race car at its limit today. Getting everything he can out of it. He had half a mind to lock y/n up in his car for the rest of the day the way she was acting right now. She was being a total tease the entire drive from their hotel to the circuit. Doing all the things she knew would turn him on. Like playing with his curls. Lightly massaging that spot on the nape of his neck. Running her hands over his thighs. Hiking her already short skirt up even higher.

Daniel knew exactly what she was doing. It’s not like she was being shy or discreet at all. And as much as he wanted to give her what she wanted, to rip the delicate fabric off her and take her in the back seat of his McLaren right then and there, he couldn’t shake the thought of his no-sex rule from his mind.

Swallowing hard, Daniel used every last bit of his self-control to resist her. He was so tense, his grip on the steering wheel had turned his knuckles white. Relief washed over him seeing the circuit was only a few minutes away now. He wasn’t sure how long his will would’ve lasted.

When Daniel finally parked the car, there was no denying the very visible tent that had formed in his jeans.

“Y/n,” Daniel groaned irritatedly. There were going to be cameras everywhere. There was no way he could walk out of his car like this.

She quickly feigned innocence. “What?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You know what. I can’t go out on the paddock like this right now.”

“Well all you have to do is let me help you take care of that then,” y/n pouted.

“Y/n, c’mon now. You know we can’t,” Daniel reminded her. His voice lacked any actual conviction though. “I just need a second to relax.”

Daniel closed his eyes, started to take deep breaths. In and out. In and out. It seemed to work as the tightness in his jeans started to let up.

That feeling didn’t last long though as y/n used this moment to feel him up through his jeans. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he inhaled sharply at the feeling. His hand gripped her wrist tightly but made no effort to remove her hand.

Y/n’s pussy throbbed at the feeling of how hard Daniel was for her and at how miserably he was failing to contain himself.

“The last time I fucked a girlfriend before a race I had the worst race of my life y/n,” Daniel warned her weakly.

“Well obviously, your ex wasn’t a good enough fuck,” y/n countered, her hand squeezing him through his jeans just a little. “If you won’t fuck me then at let me at least suck you off baby. How about that?”

Daniel couldn’t think straight. His mind wanted one thing, and his dick wanted something else. Her suggestion seemed like a good idea. It would be like a loophole. It wasn’t technically the same kind of sex that his rule referred to. A blowjob should be fine, right?

He took a glance around the parking lot to make sure no one was there. His McLaren was tinted pretty dark, but not dark enough to conceal them completely. A little part of him hoped someone would be outside so he had a reason to resist her. But a much larger part of him was incredibly eager to feel y/n’s lips around him.

“Fuck it,” Daniel grunted under his breath, throwing caution to the wind. He released his tight grip on her wrist and instantly took her lips in his for a hungry kiss.

Y/n smiled against his lips as she started palming him through his jeans. She pulled away, shifting in her seat to better face him. Her hands eagerly began undoing his belt and jeans.

Once she got them undone and Dan helped her pull them down mid-thigh, his dick sprang up. Wasting no time, y/n began pumping him with her hands.

Dan threw his head back in pleasure. He ran a hand through her hair, fingers lightly raking her scalp. As good as this felt right now, he knew how much better her lips would feel around him. His hand on her head began pushing her face towards his dick.

Y/n scoffed at his impatience but she figured she’d teased the poor guy long enough. Rather than fighting his hand, she allowed him to guide her head closer and closer to his dick. When she got close enough, y/n dribbled a little spit onto it.

“Fucking hell, y/n,” Daniel moaned. He may have controlled his urges for her all weekend, but it wasn’t easy. He was ready to let go and reach m the release she was about to bring him to.

When y/n finally wrapped her lips around him, he bit his lip hard to hold in another moan daring to slip out. She focused on his tip, swirling her tongue around it. Her hands pumping the rest of his dick her lips had yet to run across.

When she felt satisfied with the attention had given the tip of his dick, she released him from her mouth with a pop. The cool air from the AC still running was a stark contrast to her warm, wet mouth.

Her tongue licked a stripe from the very base of his dick, up to the tip before taking him in her mouth again. She did this a couple more times before finally sinking her mouth down on as much of his dick as she could handle. He gathered her hair into a makeshift ponytail so as to keep it out of her way and to give him a better view.

Daniel could no longer hold in his moans when he felt her start hollowing out her cheeks adding extra suction as she bobbed her head.

“It feels so fucking good, baby.”

Y/n began moving her head up and down faster at the praise.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Just like that,” Daniel instructed her, his voice hoarse and husky. Both hands were now on her head helping to guide her up and down at the exact pace he needed. He was getting close.

Y/n took her mouth off him, needing some air. Daniel let out a low groan as he saw what a wreck she looked like. Her eyes were tearing, lipstick smudged, saliva all around her mouth. What a fucking sight. With his hand still on the back of her head, he brought her face to his for a wet, sloppy kiss. Y/n kept pumping his dick with her hand as their tongues battled for dominance.

Daniel pulled away first, missing the feeling of her lips on his dick. Y/n went right back to sucking on him bringing him closer to his peak.

With both hands holding her head steady, he started moving his hips up into her mouth. Daniel couldn’t control himself anymore. It started off slow and steady. But quickly, it grew rough and fast. Y/n gagged a few times as he hit the back of her throat. Her hands were on his thighs bracing herself as he chased his orgasm.

“I’m close y/n, I’m so close,” Daniel groaned.

His hips were unrelenting as he fucked her face. The rhythm he had going turned erratic. After a couple of firm thrusts, he reached his orgasm coming in her mouth. A satisfied moan left his lips as his hands let go of her head. Y/n tried to swallow as much of his load as she could before bobbing her head up and down his dick a few more times for good measure.

“That felt so fucking good y/n,” Daniel said still trying to catch his breath. He stroked her hair lovingly, trying to tame the mess he created.

Y/n just pecked him on the lips before plopping back into the passenger's seat. After fixing themselves up, the couple walked hand in hand towards the paddock. They shared one last kiss before Daniel went off to prepare and suit up for qualifying.

Out there on the track, he was surprisingly the most relaxed he’s been in a long time. He was in tune with his car and making better decisions on the fly. His lap times decreasing with every lap he finished. At the end of the last round of qualifying, Daniel managed to secure the third starting position for tomorrow. The best starting position he’s had with McLaren so far.

Maybe that no-sex rule was doing more harm than good.

When he entered his McLaren motorhome he was immediately greeted with a big hug from Y/n. “You did so amazing out there Danny.”

“Reckon it had a little something to do with that mouth of yours aye,” Daniel said cheekily, running his hand along her back.

Y/n slapped his chest playfully. “Well, I mean at least now you know that stupid rule of yours was just bull shit.”

“Nah I’m not so sure,” Daniel started, before shooting her a wink. “I think we need to test it out again tomorrow before my race. See how well I perform then.”