#I WANNA HUG YOU SO BAD I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD

[yelenasbraid]

JOE BURROW — save a horse, ride a quarterback

summary — It’s show season, which means every other weekend she’s competing. It means everyday she’s at the barn. It also means less time with her boyfriend.

warnings — fem!equestrian!reader, angst, fluff, equestrian lingo, third person (she/her), language, SMUT (sub!joe, p in v, MDNI)

requested by — pookie bear arch 🫶🏼 @starsinthesky5

tags — @burrowdarling @joeburrowshaircurl @joeyfranchise @ebsmind @kazsbrckkers @blairsworld22 @iosivb9 @softburrow @joeyburrrow @wickedfun9 (comment/send an ask if you wanna be added!)

note — it’s a long one oops also WEC is the World Equestrian Center in Ocala Florida :)

SEVEN DAYS A WEEK. 5 hours a day. The stables saw more of Y/N than Joe did. During football season, it wasn’t bad. Y/N showed when Joe played. Now that football was over, Joe was starting to notice just how much she was gone.

And how exhausted she was when she got back.

She walked through the door, the soft click of the door echoing through the still walls of her home. Her muscles ached, her brain was fuzzy; she just wanted to shower and sleep. Training for this show, the biggest show of her career, took every ounce of energy out of her. Consistency was key, but it left Y/N exhausted.

She shuffled through the house, running a hand down her face. She needed a shower, desperately. She smelled of sweat and horse, which to her was a comforting scent. It reminded her of home. She didn’t think Joe would appreciate it.

Joe padded down the stairs as he heard the door shut. His eyes sparkled; this is the first time he’s seen his girlfriend since that morning. Her breeches clung to her legs, riding socks stained with the black of her riding boots, and her long-sleeve quarter-zip compression shirt hugged her curves and her muscles. Joe thought it was the sexiest thing he could see her in, but the expression on her face made his desire deflate.

“Hey,” he hummed softly, catching her attention. She slid her tired eyes up to him as he walked further into the kitchen. He looked comfortable, his sweats clung loosely to his hips, his oversized t-shirt hung loose around his shoulders. His skin was golden and flushed, and if she had the energy, she’d grab a taste of him.

“Hey,” Y/N pursed her lips into a thin smile, filling up her water bottle at the fridge. Joe stepped closer, gently wrapping his arms around her middle from behind her. Y/N sucked in a breath, his lips peppering kisses to her neck. She smelled of hay, horses and sweat. He could also point out traces of her perfume she put on that morning.

“How was the barn?”

“Fine,” Y/N sighed, “coach made me do the same course 5 times because Izzy kept getting too excited,” she finished filling up her water bottle with an exasperated sigh, gently tugging herself from Joe’s grasp. He sighed, feeling the cool air of the kitchen return to his skin.

“What was she doing?” Joe asked, leaning against the island as she screwed the top of her water bottle back on. Isabella, or Izzy, was her horse. Joe’s met Izzy loads of times, and the mare was as sweet as can be. Cuddly, stubborn as hell, but cute.

She reminded him of Y/N.

“She kept running at the fences,” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes. Izzy had that habit, rushing the fences, making each jump sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Then, she wouldn’t calm down enough to trot, so I had to use all the power in my shoulders and my abs to force her,” Y/N continued. Joe could see she was frustrated, he could also tell she was sore. She leaned over the counter, placing her forehead on the island.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Joe hummed. He genuinely was. He knew what it was like to have frustrating practices, to not be able to do his job effectively before a game.

“It’s fine,” she sighed, running a hand over the messy, sweaty bun she’d thrown her hair into after her lesson. She grabbed her water bottle, taking a hefty sip before she started for the stairs. Every muscle in her body ached, every bone protested every movement.

“Babe-”

“I’m gonna get a shower,” she hummed, not turning to face him as she walked up the stairs. Joe’s eyes rounded, his steps light as he followed her, like a lost puppy.

“Can I join you?” he asked, a spark of hope in his voice. He wasn’t just looking for sex, he just wanted to be close to her. He wanted to help her relax, to embrace her. It’s been a while since the two of them had been intimate, and while sex wasn’t everything in their relationship, he missed her. He missed having her in those sinful, lustful ways. He missed the days just lounging on the couch. He missed laughing with her, playing Mario Kart on the TV.

“Joe,” she sighed, reaching the top of the stairs, “no, not tonight,” she shook her head as she headed towards their shared master bedroom. Joe’s heart sunk, and not just because he wasn’t getting sex, but because he wasn’t spending time with her. He knew that after her shower, she’d go straight to bed. That’s how it’s been for the past few weeks.

“Ok,” Joe nodded. He sounded like a kicked puppy, his bottom lip sticking out as he watched her retreat into the bedroom. He ran a hand through his damp curls, frustration and a twang of sadness tightening his chest.

He missed his girlfriend and she lived under the same roof.

a few days later

Joe’s eyes darted around the street, his eyes covered by the Cartiers that adorned his face. The warm sun of Cincinnati heated his skin, but he barely felt the warmth as he waited for his girlfriend to join him for lunch.

He’d texted her that morning, before she got too busy at the barn, asking if they could do lunch at a cafe downtown. It made his heart clench he even had to ask that, but he was just grateful he got a chance to see her.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, Jen had me working horses this morning,” Y/N sat down, out of breath, snapping Joe out of his stupor. Jen was her coach, and she usually always had Y/N working horses.

“Don’t apologize, I just wanted to spend some time with you,” Joe shrugged. His heart swelled at her smile, the flushed cheeks. She was beautiful, sweaty and all.

“I know, and I’m sorry. It’s been crazy trying to get ready for this show in Florida,” Y/N hummed, taking a sip of her water, which Joe had ordered for her already.

“I know it has been,” Joe smiled, grabbing her hand and running his thumb along the back of her knuckles, “but let’s not think about that,”

Y/N smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. She knew that she’d been at the barn every day for hours. She knew that she was neglecting time with Joe, and she felt it too. The small gesture of his hand in hers, the way it sent shivers down her spine, it proved that. Guilt ate at her nerves, her stomach knotting as she thought about all of the times she’s avoided his touches, avoided being with him because of a show or a lesson.

Like she was doing now. Checking her watch for the time.

“Y/N,” Joe called, snapping her from her stupor.

“Hm?”

“You’re not listening,” Joe sighed. He was trying to talk to you about some new video game he saw that he wanted to play with you one evening, but you didn’t seem interested.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was talking about how there’s a new Mario Kart releasing tomorrow,” he hummed, shaking his head, feeling his chest tighten, “just saying that I’d like for you to play it with me,”

“There’s a new one?” Her face lit up, and Joe’s heart soared. She was paying attention. She wasn’t thinking about the show at WEC.

“Yeah, they added some new characters too,”

“No way,”

“Yes way,” he smiled, feeling like this was normal. She checked her watch, again, and she had about 5 minutes until she had to leave. Her leg bounced, and Joe sighed with disappointment. He just wanted to spend time with her, and while he understood the need to practice, it didn’t mean he was ok with it.

“You have to leave,” Joe stated, his voice monotone with threads of disappointment. Y/N looked up at him, her guilt swimming behind her eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby, really,” she hummed as she stood, walking over to him. She pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his head, the touch sending shivers down his spine. He wanted more of that, more of her touch, more of her.

“I get it,” he sighed, adjusting his seat, “I do, just come home safely,”

“I will,” you promised, grabbing your things.

“I love you,” he called, like it was his last line of defense.

“Love you too, bubs,”

later that evening

Y/N walked in the door that evening, her muscles sore, hay and grime sticking to her skin. She shut the door with her back, an exhale leaving her lips. The house was quiet, for the most part. She heard shifting above her, the soft thuds of her boyfriend’s feet as he made his way down the stairs.

She kicked off her beat up, old sneakers she used only for the barn, and shuffled into the kitchen. Her feet left sweaty imprints on the hardwood floors, but Joe didn’t seem to care.

“Y/N,” his voice was stern, and she flicked her eyes up to meet his. There was a different expression on his face, his eyes were hard, but there was something else that sat behind his cold facade: need.

“Baby, I know it’s late, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s not the time, Y/N,” he stopped her, his voice gentle. Joe thought about it all day, about how to talk to her. Being an equestrian was important to her, and he respected that. He didn’t have a single issue with her commitment to the sport.

“Then what is it?”

“I barely see you,” he started slowly, his hands softly slapping against his thighs, “I know you’re committed, determined, and damn good at what you do, but I wanna see you too,” he sounded desperate, his words dripping with the need he had for her. He stepped closer, observing the way her cheeks were flushed, how her lips were pink. Her muscles strained against the compression shirt she wore, her breeches hugging her thighs.

“I know I know,” she huffed, taking a deep breath. She wasn’t completely unaware of how little she’s seen Joe. She was reminded of that every time she came home, or every time he’d tell her something that happened she didn’t know about.

Joe stepped closer, bringing up his hands to cup her face. Her skin was warm, slick with a thin sheen of sweat. He stared into her eyes, catching the mirrored expression of need. It was fleeting, but it felt like it was the first time he’s seen such an expression from her in days.

“Y/N-”

“I need a shower,” she cut him off, pulling away from his grasp. He sighed, letting her trudge up the stairs. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his chest tightening with further disappointment. He just wanted to spend time with her, to touch her, to feel her, but he felt like she was avoiding him. Why? Why was she avoiding him?

He trudged up the stairs, running a hand through his damp curls. He shuffled into their bedroom, hearing the shower running. He sat down on the bed, scooting his back against the headboard. He picked up the book on his nightstand, attempting to read, but his thoughts kept going back to her. She was his girlfriend and he’s barely seen her. He saw her for maybe a total of an hour that day. Maybe. His nostrils flared, his hands clenched as he put the book down. He would do anything to have her. Anything.

The water stopped, and his eyes were glued to the bathroom door. He waited, his chest rising and falling. He didn’t know what it was about that night, but his need for her flared uncomfortably in his body. He felt an ache down in his cock, and he adjusted his sweats accordingly.

The door opened, and she stepped out. Steam billowed out from the bathroom, enveloping her in warmth. She towel dried the ends of her hair as she stepped into the bedroom, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. Joe’s eyes raked over her body, taking her in. Her thighs glistened with the remaining droplets of water, her muscles contracting with every step she took. His eyes stayed glued to her thighs and the curve of her muscles, feeling his mouth moisten.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. She watched him as she hung the towel back up, observing the hints of desire that swam in his eyes. She knew it had been a while since either of them indulged in each other, but the soreness of her muscles reminded her that she couldn’t take it tonight.

“Don’t give me that look,” she hummed softly as she walked over to her side of the bed. Joe’s eyes followed her, his heart skipping a beat as he watched her shorts ride up as she got into bed. Her damn thighs.

“What look?” He asked innocently, feeling his cheeks warm.

“The one you’re giving me right now,” she hummed, ��like you wanna fuck me in my pajamas,”

“You want me to be honest?” His heart slammed in his chest, his body shaking with his next words. He was nervous, and he didn’t know why. Well, he did. Technically.

“Of course,” Y/N sat on top of the covers, crossing her legs under her, watching him. There was something about his body language that was different. His eyes were round, his face flushed, and his pink lips were parted with the small pants leaving his lungs. She tilted her head to the side, slowly putting the puzzle together.

“Practice,” he started, swallowing thickly; he shouldn’t be nervous, “practice on me,” Joe finished. He had a hopeful look in his eyes, and he hoped that Y/N would get it. She did, but she wanted him to spell it out. She adjusted her body, facing him, scooting closer to him.

“Practice?” she hummed, one of her hands slowly grazing across his stomach under his shirt. His breath hitched, the tickle her nails gave him made his cock strain against the fabric of his sweats.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, his skin twitching with her touches. Y/N hummed, feeling rejuvenated. She didn’t know that this is what Joe wanted, that he wanted her to practice on him. To ride him. All of a sudden, the days she’s gone without being touched, without sex, it caught up to her. Her pussy throbbed, her muscles ached for a different reason. Y/N moved to straddle his waist, and Joe’s breath hitched. His mind was racing, his heart slamming against his chest. His hands rested on her thighs, running his hands up and down the taut muscle. She leaned down, hovering her lips above his.

“You want me to ride you, huh,” she hummed, peppering kisses to his jawline. His hands gripped her thighs, pushing the legs of her shorts up, his hands cupping her ass.

“Please,” he whispered. Joe was rarely ever like this, submissive. He was desperate for her, and his desperation built and built until it snapped into utter submission. He’d do anything just to have her.

Y/N hummed against his skin, rolling her hips against his. She could feel his erection against her, and she gasped. Joe’s breaths were strangled as his hands slid down to grasp your hips, his body arching up into hers. As she ground against him, his cock brushing against her pussy through the fabric of her clothes, he couldn’t help but release a strangled moan. White hot electricity cascaded down his body, shocking his every nerve. His hands kept her hips moving, desperately needing to bury himself inside her, to feel her warm walls clench around his cock.

“Y/N,” he moaned. His desperation, his pleas, they were fuel to her ever-building fire. She smirked as she sucked at his neck, scooping her hips against his. One of his hands ventured up her shirt, cupping her breast. Even though she wanted to take this slow, draw this out, the need that's built up for days wouldn’t allow for that. She parted from his neck, stripping off her shirt. His lips immediately latched onto her breast, his tongue rolling over the beads of her nipple. She moaned, the feeling of his lips against her skin electric. She didn’t realize how much she missed this until she had it again.

Joe moved his lips to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, swirling his tongue around her. His hands tugged down the hem of her shorts, and as he pulled away her nipple, his blue eyes round and begging, she lifted her hips. She slid off her shorts, and while she did that, Joe slid off his shirt.

“I’ve missed you,” he groaned as his hands wrapped around her middle, bringing her closer. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her softly on her skin. His hands roamed her back, moving up and down her skin. His kisses sent aches down her body, increasing her need for him, making her pussy throb with the arousal that oozed out of her.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she panted as she ground against him. Her hands drifted down to the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down. Her fingers against his skin sent bolts of electricity through his body. He shuddered against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

“I need to feel you,” he moaned, parting from her neck. He slid his sweats off, and as he did, your eyes met his hard cock. It was red, sensitive with the arousal that ached in his gut. Precum pooled at his tip, slipping down the base of his cock. It made her mouth water. She leaned up, kissing him against his lips, rolling her bare pussy against his cock. Both of them moaned, their lips stuttering as they kissed. Joe’s hands held onto her hips while his tongue dipped into her mouth, inhaling deeply through his mouth. Her slicked pussy ran along his shaft, the friction against her clit making her gasp and moan.

She reached between them, grabbing ahold of his cock and lining him up with her entrance. With her lips still on his, she slowly sank back onto his cock. She shuddered, her whole body tensing as she took more of him, as he stretched her walls. She sat up, her hands bracing against his shoulders. It felt like coming home, warm and filling. She closed her eyes as she slowly swiveled her hips, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Joe forced his eyes to stay open. He wanted to see her, he wanted to watch her ride him. He watched as she swiveled her hips, the feeling of her walls around him making his fingers dig into her hips.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he exhaled, “baby, you feel so good,” he moaned, his hips bucking into hers. It kick-started something, a primal need for her to go faster, to feel him thrust in and out of her. She adjusted her stance, and she started riding him. She scooped her hips, the friction of his cock embedded in her pussy making her moan. Her hands gripped her shoulders as Joe’s hips bucked to meet hers, not being able to hold himself back. His hands slid to her thighs as she quickened her pace, feeling her quads contract with every movement she made. He panted, throwing his head back, his fingers squeezing her muscles.

Groans spilled from his lips, the friction that electrified his muscles from her movements making him see stars. It fulfilled his needs, his ultimate desire for her. He kept his hands on her thighs, his head thrown back in pleasure.

“You look so good baby,” she hummed as she leaned forwards, still scooping her hips and bouncing on his cock, “so good for me,” she whispered as she kissed his neck, barely able to make contact with the pleasure that raked down her muscles.

The room heated, tense with the need that coursed between them. The days without touching each other, without being with each other in the most intimate ways, it caught up to them. Her movements became desperate, chasing the building release deep within her gut. Joe’s hands slid up to her hips, guiding her movements, thrusting his hips up to meet hers.

“Baby,” she moaned, and Joe knew. He knew her like the back of his own hand. The way she tensed, the way her body’s movements stuttered with the heat that pinched her clit.

“I know baby, I know,” he panted, his hands gripping her hips. He groaned, thrusting into her, his movements desperate and needy. His cock twitched inside of her, the ache building and stretching down to his tip. Both of them were impeccably close.

Her moans grew incessant, thick with lust and her building orgasm. She tensed, the frayed coil in her gut snapping. She gasped, her orgasm spilling over her. Joe watched as her orgasm spilled from her, littering his skin, warm and sticky. He moaned, throwing his head back as he thrusted one, two, three times before hit spurts of cum filled and coated her walls. She arched her back, her body on beautiful display. Joe’s eyes caught her body, the way her muscles were defined in the warm lighting of the room. His thumbs massaged her abs, feeling the taut muscles under his skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” she cursed, her muscles trembling, pulling herself off of him with a hiss. Joe’s eyes never left hers as he pulled her down to him, capturing her lips in a hungry, feverish kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled against her mouth, his arm snaking around her waist, flipping them. He hovered over her, slotting his body between hers. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with nothing but love for him.

“I’m sorry,” she hummed, “for being away-” he interrupted her with a kiss, pressing his body into hers. Her hands cupped his face, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“Don’t do that,” he hummed against her lips, “just focus on me, alright? Focus on me,” he whispered, moving his lips down her neck. She did, and for the rest of that evening, they spent their time catching up on all the nights they missed out on.

[goquokka00]

SKZ vs Shark Week (Hyunjin ver.)

How would each member of Stray Kids handle you while you're on your period?

BANGCHAN | MINHO | CHANGBIN | HYUNJIN JISUNG | FELIX | SEUNGMIN | JEONGIN

WARNING: This is a female reader going through their period. If the topic of a period/anything that has to do with a period makes you uncomfortable, then don't read it. Just remember that there's nothing wrong with a woman's period. It's a perfectly healthy body function :)

THE MOODS Hyunjin had never seen anyone get more insecure in his entire life. Days before your period, you instantly thought you were the ugliest person on earth. You thought you were talentless, useless, a nobody. You didn't get depressed about it or anything, but you did whine about it a lot.

So how does Hyunjin deal with this? He whines back. That's right. He whines back. If you're whining about how he looks so much better than you and you can't be seen in public with him, then he'll whine about how you're wrong and how he's only that handsome because you're by his side. You think you can't dance? Then Hyunjin whines about how he must be a shitty teacher because he's the one who taught you.

The scary thing is that it works. When he whines back, you immediately stop and say that he's being ridiculous, only for him to do the same and make you giggle. And after he has you giggling, he's smiling and giggling with you, giving you plenty of kisses so you feel better.

THE BLOOD Thankfully, your flow is pretty average. Not horrible, not light. The problem was that your flow was sneaky. It came when you least expected it. And that would result in you leaking every single time without fail, in some way or another. Once you actually had something to hold said blood you were good. But when it first started? Oh, no no no. It'd get you every time.

And so, when Hyunjin sees this, he immediately steps in. He helps you wash the bedding if you leaked in your sleep, or if he notices that you're in public he'll tap you on the shoulder and whisper to you that your pants are stained before giving you a jacket or something to cover where the red was. He wasn't about to let his girl feel embarrassed. No way in hell.

THE PAIN You never really had cramps or pain. Your shoulders got tense here and there, but that's how it always was. No, what you had was acne. Really, really bad acne all over. Your back, shoulders, face...your breakouts were bad. They were also part of why you felt so insecure all the time.

Hyunjin only saw it as skin care time with his girlfriend. One of his most favorite activities. And he'll go the extra mile, too. He'll get the best quality masks and skin care stuff, he'll get matching robes, he'll even get candles and make over the entire living room to be a spa.

From there, he'll spoil you rotten. He'll massage your face and shoulders, help you put on face masks, feed you chocolate covered strawberries, even get some expensive brand of champagne for you to both enjoy.

THE PRODUCT It's pretty safe to say that Hyunjin isn't exactly the most comfortable with period products. If you ask him to go, he'll give you the hesitant okay, before getting to the store and completely forgetting the brand and the size. He's also pretty embarrassed the entire time he's there, walking by the aisle first to make sure nobody's in there before he goes and grabs the same brand as the picture you ended up sending him.

Used products also make him uncomfortable. It's not because it's blood and it's gross, it's more like he doesn't like to be reminded that his girlfriend is currently bleeding and is in pain right now and he can't do anything to physically stop it. You being on your period hurts him. I swear, he'll even come out of the bathroom and hug you after seeing any used period products.

And so, you ended up buying a garbage with a cover so he wouldn't have to see it. Because while you love him, you don't wanna be bear hugged every time he's done in the bathroom.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

Taglist: @miss-daisy04 @kayleefriedchicken @wolfs-archive @stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 @wolfs-howling @rose-w-00-d

[sturniololuvz]

a fic where 15 year old sister is having nightmares every time she sleeps but she is embarrassed about it since she thinks it’s babyish. she doesn’t tell the boys and after over a week of not sleeping she faints infront of the triplets and when she wakes up she finally tells them while crying

😞🙁okayyy

“You Should’ve Told Us”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : crying, nightmares, fainting

Y/N hadn’t slept in over a week.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true—she had tried to sleep. But every time she closed her eyes, the nightmares came. Every single night. And they weren’t just bad dreams. They were the kind that left her gasping awake, heart racing, drenched in sweat, too scared to go back to sleep.

She didn’t know why it was happening. And she didn’t tell anyone.

It was embarrassing. She was fifteen, not five. Who still got nightmares at her age?

So she kept it to herself. She forced herself to stay awake, downing energy drinks, blasting music in her headphones, keeping the lights on in her room. Anything to avoid closing her eyes.

But after over a week of this, it was starting to catch up to her.

She felt horrible—exhausted, dizzy, constantly nauseous. Her body felt weak. Her brothers had noticed she was acting off, but she brushed it off every time they asked.

She figured she could handle it.

Until she couldn’t.

They were in the living room, all four of them. The triplets were in the middle of a conversation, laughing about something stupid, while Y/N sat curled up in the corner of the couch, barely listening.

Her head was pounding.

Her body felt too heavy.

Everything sounded far away.

Then, suddenly—her vision blurred. The room tilted.

And then—

Black.

The next thing she knew, she was waking up on the floor.

“Y/N? Y/N, wake up!”

Her eyes fluttered open to see three panicked faces hovering over her.

Chris, Nick, and Matt.

Matt had her head in his lap, his hands gently tapping her face. Chris looked like he had seen a ghost. Nick was next to them, looking beyond freaked out.

“Yo, what the hell just happened?” Chris asked, his voice shaking.

Y/N blinked, her brain still foggy. “…I dunno.”

Matt’s jaw clenched. “You fainted, dude.”

Chris ran a hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you say you weren’t feeling good?”

Y/N tried to sit up, but Matt stopped her. “No. Stay there for a second.”

Nick frowned. “When’s the last time you actually slept?”

That question made her throat tighten.

Chris’s eyes widened. “Wait. Have you not been sleeping?”

She stayed silent.

Nick’s voice softened. “Y/N…”

That’s when it all hit at once—the exhaustion, the fear, the overwhelming feeling she had been ignoring for days.

Her eyes filled with tears.

Matt immediately noticed. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

And just like that, she broke.

“I keep having nightmares,” she admitted in a shaky whisper. “Every time I fall asleep. And I—I know it’s stupid, but I didn’t want to say anything because it’s so embarrassing, and I just—”

She couldn’t finish, because the sobs took over.

Chris’s heart shattered. “Oh, Y/N…”

Matt tightened his grip on her, gently rubbing her back as she cried. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?”

“Because it’s babyish!” she choked out.

Nick shook his head. “No, it’s not.”

Chris scooted closer, his voice firm but gentle. “Dude, we would’ve helped you. You didn’t have to deal with this alone.”

Y/N sniffled. “I didn’t wanna be annoying.”

Matt frowned. “Annoying? You’re our sister. We literally love you. You could’ve woken any of us up.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, dude. We would’ve stayed up with you. No question.”

Chris sighed, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t do that again, okay? If something’s wrong, you tell us.”

Y/N buried her face in his shoulder, nodding. “Okay.”

Matt kissed the top of her head. “C’mon. You’re sleeping in our room tonight.”

Chris grinned. “We’ll watch a movie till you pass out.”

Nick smirked. “And if you have another nightmare, we’ll just wake you up and start another one.”

Y/N let out a watery laugh.

And for the first time in over a week, she felt safe.

[girliism]

priest in training au

church bells sounded all throughout campus. parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts and uncles all flooded in to watch this year’s graduating class take their final vows. you could hear the rustling of bodies as people filed in to take their seats. you stopped nervously picking at the skin around your finger nails, when one of the sisters called for the row you were in to walk out and take your seats.

you could feel the weight of your parents proud gazes on you when you took your seat. their bright smiles and little waves trying to get your attention. you could also feel art’s eyes on you from where he sat.

the priest called for everyone to take their seats so the ceremony could start. one by one people left their seats to make their final vow while you, along with some others stayed seated.

when it was over and you stepped out of the church into the fresh air you felt…lighter. the anxiety that was coursing through you eased away. the choice you made wasn’t that of a bad one and you felt content with it.

your name being called pulled you from your thoughts.

“what happened, why didn’t you take your vow? i thought that’s what you wanted.” your mother cradled your face in her hands. “i thought so too, but i…i changed my mind if that’s ok.” your mom nodded in understanding. “at least you made it further than i did.” you cracked a smile. “well can we at least get a picture with you in your outfit.” your father flagged down another one of the parents to hold the camera.

out the coner or your eye you could see art with his family. his grandma reaching up to hug him and pat reassuring pats on his cheeks. feeling your familiar stare on him art raised his head catching your eyes. he gave he you a soft smile a small wave that you returned before putting your attention back on your parents.

-

you entered the boys dorm house using the entrance art showed you. the halls were quiet and the rooms mostly empty, everyone having packed and went home with their families by now.

you landed two soft knocks on art’s door before entering at the sound of his voice.

“hey.” art greeted you when you walked into his room. “you looked really nice today.” you felt your face heat up at the compliment that you returned.

“how did you family take you not taking your vow?” you asked him. art let out a sigh. “well, my grandmother was a little disappointed but she understood.”

you nodded, walking closer to art. “i know this isn’t the last time we’ll see each other but there’s something i want to say.” art motioned for you to go on. you fiddled nervously with your fingers behind your back before clear your throat. “i want to have sex with you art donaldson…. right now.”

art stood unmoving in front of you. taking his silence as rejection you started shaking you head. “or it doesn’t have to be now or ever, and we can just forget the complete fool i’ve made of myself-” art’s lips on your shut up your rambling. “yes, fuck yes.” was all art said before pulling you back in the kiss.

the kiss was messy, and eager. art’s teeth knocking against yours, you could barely catch your breath before art was pushing his tongue into your mouth.

you let art take control, letting him walk your body towards his bed until the back of your knees hit the edge.

art broke the kiss holding your face in his hands. “are you really sure you wanna do this.” you could hear the sincerity in his voice, his words, making your choice an easy one. “yeah, yes.” you nodded moving in for another kiss.

art pushes you on to the bed climbing on top of you. he moves the kiss from your lips to neck, sucking lightly. with slightly shaky hands, he unbuttoned your top throwing it somewhere in the room and removed your skirt and tights. art practically rip off his own clothes before removing your under clothes.

you’ve been naked in front of art many times but your heart still beats like crazy under his gaze.

art couldn’t believe this was happening right now. you, the girl he’s been dreaming of since he step foot on this campus was now laid out so pretty for him. your body bare, your hair released from it’s bun and flowing over his pillows, your breath uneven with want. he was in fucking heaven.

“i have to prep you first, ok.” this part was never shown in the porn art liked to watch, but patrick told him that it was important.

“o-ok.” you replied sucking in a break when art ran two fingers up the opening of your cunt before sliding them in.

you let out light sighs that got louder while art worked his fingers in and out of you until you walls seemed to relax around him.

“mmm, i want you now, art.” your hips bucked

he would have liked to spend a little more time on readying you, but you were pleading for him and he just couldn’t deny you.

art pulled his fingers free and moved to take off his boxers but paused. condoms, shit. he could only pray that patrick left some behind when reached over to patrick’s nightstand drawer it was empty. save for the brand new box of condoms his friend left behind with a little sticky note on it.

“just in case ;)”

“thank you, patrick.” art muttered, pulling one out of the box.

for some reason art seemed bigger than usual when pulled off his underwear and rolled on the condom. you already struggled to take his fingers at times so this was intimidating.

“um, art?” your voice was shy. “i don’t think you’ll fit.”

art had to bite back the smirk forming on his face from your comment. “it will.” he nodded rubbing soothing circles on your hips. “just might hurt a little at first.”

you said a silent prayer in your head when art’s bulbs tip probed at your entrance. the sting of your walls stretching around art’s length had you hissing and gripping at art’s wrist. when he finally bottomed out he had to take a moment to stop himself from fucking you like crazy.

art looked down at your scrunched face.

“are you ok? we can stop.”

you nodded your head. “i’m— i’m ok. wanna do this.”

art took hold of your left hand in his, placing your interlocked fingers next to your head. “gonna move now.” he pulled out leaving just the tip in before pushing back in with a firm thrust. soft moans get punched out of you every time art’s hip met yours.

art fucked you at a slow pace, letting you get used to the feeling. when you got used to it you wanted more.

“f-faster art. want you to go fast.” you whispered. art was happy to oblige, rolling his hips faster and harder. “fuck, you’re taking me so well.” art groaned. “always knew you would.” you were squeezing him tight, and if not for the condom he would be able to feel how wet you were inside for him.

your body tensed with pleasure and you let out a loud moan when the head of art’s cock hit against a certain spot inside you.

“feels so good.” your eyes fell shut. “don’t s-stop, please.”

art scoffed a laugh. “wasn’t going to.” he looked down at flushed face, your lips parted with moans spilling from them. he trailed his eyes lower catching sight of how you tits bounced freely from the force of his thrust. not being able to resist he sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth.

“you’re so pretty like this.” art said through his own moans. “always seeming so sweet and innocent, but you’re here falling apart my cock.” you whined wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling his dick push deeper in you at the new angle.

“oh fu-ck.” you threw your head back, digging your nails into the back of art’s hand. “think i’m close, art.”

“touch yourself.”

your free hand immediately flew to rub fast circles on your clit.

art held your face in his hand, force the two of you to hold eye contact. the same intense emotion swirling around in both your lust filled gazes.

the closer you got to cumming the closer you wanted to be to art. wrapping your arms around his shoulder pulling his chest to press against yours in a kola like hug.

art dropped his head to connect your lips together in a feverish kiss. every inch of your bodies were touching, your moans were were muffled into each other mouth, the sound of art’s skin beating against yours drowned out the soft clinking your both your cross necklaces hitting each other.

“gonna c-um.” your breathing picked up. art slide a hand in between your bodies to flick his thumb over your clit with the right amount of pressure that had you eyes rolling back, your back arching up, and your walls clenching tight around his dick. you came hard with a series of loud breathy moans.

art slowed down his thumb movements and fucked you through your orgasm with long hard thrust, pushing himself over the edge shortly after you. “h-holy shit.” his hips stilled and he dropped his head to rest on your shoulder.

“you did so good.” he spoke lowly in between the kisses you smushed all over your face.

-

the two of laid there on art’s twin sized bed, your cheek resting against his chest, and your legs tangled together.

“did you like it?”

art’s voice broke through the silence. you stopped fiddling with the chain around his next. “a lot more than i probably should have.” you felt his chest shake with a small laugh.

you moved to be laying next to him, face to face. you took in his slightly disheveled features. art brought his thumb up to move an imaginary piece of hair off your cheek, letting his finger linger.

“i really like you art donaldson.” you whispered like it was a secret. art places a kiss on your nose and then a soft slow one on your lips. “i really like too.”

-

tis the end of an era :( is you ever have freaky or sweet thoughts about them spam.

[teddybeartoji]

mickey that makeout post did something to my brain chemistry... the world suddenly got brighter and more colorful... i feel like i did a line of coke after reading that thank you

HAHAHAHHAHAHA LUNNIEEEE I LOVE YOUUUU I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH DID YOU KNOW THATTTVSVDJSVEJSHS

[stormbreaker-290]

In other news:

[ryujiinxx]

need me some fat bitches(bubba sawyer)

[itsbrucey]

Werewolf Darryl getting scratched under the chin and his face held. Tail wagging.

[the-crow-binary]

Hi! In scenarios where Dracula gets together with Isaac and/or Hector, what would Death's reaction be? This is just my Deathula self wanting to see that (つω⊂* )

Oh Death <3 Dracula's first, eternal simp <3 His forever husband <3 I bet seeing him get with Lisa was already hard enough, but then with his general(s)?? When he's right here?? :< Rude. :< It's not Hector nor Isaac who betrayed their old Lord to give him his soul :< It's not them who've been by his side for 400 years and protected him and nourrished him and guided him and helped him become who he is today :< What the hell? :<

He wouldn't say anything, of course, but Dracula starts to know him after living together for 400 years. It's obvious he is unhappy, even though all he wants is his master's satisfaction and happiness... and mouth and body and soul and love and

But even though, and he's the first surprised by that, he'd be a bit jealous... he also knows that Isaac and Hector are humans, and so, momentary :) They'll never develop the bond he already shares with Dracula, one that only immortal beings can understand. Dracula can have all the affairs he wants with mortal people, in the end, it doesn't matter, because he's always going to be The One. His only companion in eternity. Dracula always comes back to him no matter what, and Death is patient... a few decades are nothing in the face of eternity. <3

[dixidin]

I nearly forgot to post this, but two words can sum up my whole experience with the new spider verse movie. I cried

[grapecaseschoices]

/venting

[sturniololuvz]

heyy queen can you do a fic where matt is a single father and his four year old joins them throughout the peroid simulater video and she gets scared about why they were yelling in pain

thank u anonnnnn

“Daddy, Are You Okay?”

Sturniolos x matt’s daughter

Warnings : none

Matt had always been a hands-on single dad, and his four-year-old daughter, Y/N, was practically attached to his hip. So when he and his brothers decided to film the infamous period pain simulator video, it was only natural that Y/N wanted to be part of it.

She sat on the couch, hugging her favorite stuffed animal, watching as her dad and uncles set up the device. “What’s dat?” she asked, pointing at the wires.

Chris smirked. “It’s a machine that makes us feel pain.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Why you wanna feel pain?”

Matt chuckled, kneeling beside her. “It’s to show how bad bellyaches can be for some people. But don’t worry, it’s just for fun.”

Satisfied with the answer, Y/N nodded, still clutching her stuffed animal as they started the challenge.

At level one, the triplets were laughing, but by level five, the giggles turned into groans. Y/N tilted her head, a little confused but not yet concerned.

Then came level eight.

“OH MY GOD—” Chris yelped, gripping his stomach.

“TURN IT DOWN!” Nick shouted, arching his back.

Matt let out a deep grunt, his face contorted in pain. “What the hell, this is insane—”

That’s when Y/N’s little face scrunched in panic. She dropped her stuffed animal and scrambled off the couch, rushing to Matt.

“Daddy?” she whimpered, tugging his sleeve. “You okay?”

Matt, still wincing, immediately softened at her worried voice. “I’m okay, baby, I promise.”

But she wasn’t convinced. Her big eyes started to water as she looked at Chris and Nick, who were both still groaning. “Uncle Nicky! Uncle Chrissy! What happened?!”

Chris, realizing she was on the verge of tears, ripped the device off. “Oh no, no, no, we’re okay, princess! We’re just being dramatic!”

Nick quickly nodded, taking off his own device. “See? All better!”

Matt shut off the simulator and pulled Y/N into his lap, rubbing her back. “It was just a game, sweet girl. We were never really hurt, I promise.”

Y/N sniffled, looking up at him. “You sure?”

Matt smiled, kissing the top of her head. “One hundred percent.”

Chris reached over and booped her nose. “Sorry for scaring you, cutie.”

Nick ruffled her hair. “You’re the best nurse ever.”

She gave them a small smile, still a little unsure but happier now that they weren’t in pain. “No more yelling,” she mumbled, hugging Matt’s chest.

Matt chuckled. “No more yelling.”

And just like that, the period simulator challenge ended early—because nothing was more important than making sure Matt’s little girl knew she was safe.

[ravensmadreads]

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[allofuswantgwinam]

random but like 2 months ago my mom saw this video of this mom and daughter that would cuddle and like one of those touchy families ig and me and her do not and never have done that. Well this woman came to me after she saw it and was like talking about how she felt like maybe she wasn’t affectionate enough and I was like “no please. do not cuddle with me, i like how we are” and this bitch said “good, me too. but it just made wonder if you felt that way” 🤣🤣🤣 she’s so funny. i told her either way it’s too late now, i don’t even like when my friends are touchy with me most the time either but if i love you enough i will tolerate it 🤣🤣

[camotherogue]

so guess who never got to drawing buchi sobs. It'll happen eventually guys I promise.ntomorrow. I got busy with other designs today and then my power fucked off IM SOBBING I REALLY DO WANT TO DRAW HIM I SWEAR

[runthepockets]

I love that Jesse starts off Breaking Bad listening to knucklehead tough guy Rap and Nu Metal but as soon as he gets a gf he starts listening to R&B and Raggae. That's really what it's like.