#They can cry me a river but I've meet my objective and now it's time for my next step: working in the videogame industry

[momochiiee-reblogs]

Managers at work are playing a game of calling me earlier each Friday when I told them once and again that at most I can be called at 6pm and by all means it can't be an habit as I am usually busy with other stuff up until 6 pm, which means, I'm setting aside other important matters to go and assist them earlier than usual

They can do whatever they want with the schedules and edit it as much as they want, I've warned them about my availability on Fridays due to studying and working on my personal project that will become my main job soon enough

If they choose to ignore it, they'll just going to get one less employee than usual

And mind you, as winter is approaching, so is my personal deadline to quit working for them. They were a means to speed up my savings for the top surgery, and now, as I am still recovering and in pain, big amounts of stress and physical labor aren't good for me, so I will save up the paychecks of the last 3 months of the year, and announce I'm leaving them for good

They don't need to know I won't be having another job, but heck I'll tell them I did get a new one regardless if it's true or not when the time comes

Their insane schedules are diminishing my mental and physical health, and I paid big cash to have my body tweaked. I'm not ruining it for them because they can't understand I am still limited in terms of strength and stress endurance

I've been breathless and in pain too many times in the month and a half I've been back working with them, so

Winter is coming and Dilan is fucking leaving

[daydreamgoddess14]

I just wanted to say I absolutely adore your writing for River and thank you so much for providing us all with much needed River content!!

If you’re happy taking nsfw requests, I was wondering if you’d be up for writing a nsfw River x female!reader insert, where after a really shitty day, River wants to help make his girl feel good/take her mind off her day, by spending the evening going down on her? I mean… have you seen the guy’s mouth?! He’s always doing something with his tongue and I just think he’d look so pretty looking up at you from between your thighs… 🫣

If prompts would help… “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” “I can never seem to get enough of you.” and “that's it, babygirl.”

Zero pressure to do this btw!! I completely understand if isn’t something you’d want to write!

Bad Day

Phewwww, did someone turn up the heat? 🔥

I loved this ask sooo much, you all probably heard my furious tippy tapping as I immediately opened a new doc to write this 😅

I hope I've done your request justice, lovely Anon! Thank you so much for asking me, I'm so honoured 🥰

As above - River Cartwright x F!Reader Insert (no use of y/n, l/n) plenty of plenty of sexy fun - enjoy!

If you had to look at another spreadsheet, your brain would explode. You were certain of it. 

The poor cleaner. 

She wasn't cut out for bits of skull and pulpy brain matter. 

The pinchy, spiking shards of a headache were forming behind your eyes, you knew it was time to go home (even if it wasn't quite). The office was deathly quiet, everyone choosing to work from home on a Friday in order to enjoy their weekend just that little bit sooner. 

No one raised an objection when you started packing up. 

Close the laptop, wash your mug, pop to the loo, pack your stuff. 

The flurry of messages on your phone suggest River's not had a taxing afternoon, while your lack of response has him correctly guessing that it's been a shitty day. 

You fire off a quick on my way home message and drop your phone into the top of your bag, the glare isn't helping the headache.

The tube is typical Friday levels of horrific. Tourists descending by the train load, ready for a weekend of West End shows and sightseeing. 

The train lurching from side to side makes you queasy and in hindsight, you definitely should have drunk more water throughout the day. 

Climbing the stairs to the flat feels like climbing a mountain. 

God, you hope it's River's turn to cook. 

If it's not, you're getting straight on the phone to Loretta at the Italian round the corner.

The narrow hallway is pitch black when you push open the door, you sound like a bull in an antique shop trying to squeeze yourself, your laptop bag, handbag and coat through the door.

“Ugh, fucks sake,” you dump everything on the floor as soon as you're clear of the hall. “River?”

“In here,” you're about to follow the sound of his voice to the open plan kitchen living area when you spot the first candle, then the second.

There's a path of them lighting the way. 

Your heels click lightly on the hardwood floor as you approach. 

He's waiting - with a glass of wine - and after the day you've had, you could cry. 

He must see the wobble of your bottom lip because he puts the glass down and slips an arm around your waist. 

His large hand is flat on the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. 

“What happened?” He asks softly, his lips on your hairline. 

“Just too many meetings, too much going on. My head is pounding.” You sigh. It all seems fairly unimportant now that it's over. Fuss over nothing. River's hand travels down over the curve of your ass, poured into the tight pencil skirt. He squeezes lightly. 

“No dress down day for you. Have I told you how much I love this skirt?” The blush creeps from your cheeks down into the neckline of your shirt. 

The hard edge of the bad day is softening slowly. 

He offers his hand, knowing your next request like clockwork. You allow him to keep you steady while you kick off your heels, banishing them out of your sight. 

“Much better,” you murmur. 

The height difference is much greater now, it means you can bury your face into his chest.

The cotton of his t-shirt is warm and soft against your skin and his long arms wrap around you. 

You breathe in deeply. 

“I probably smell like Lamb's cigarette smoke.” You shake your head against him

“You smell like you. Like home.” You loosen your arms and look up at him. “You hungry? I'll call Lorie and get some pasta?” In the candlelight, there's a twinkle in his eye. 

“I'm definitely hungry, babe, but -”

“Not pasta? How about one of those giant calzones?” You go to move out of his arms but they tighten around you, keeping you close to him.

“Still not what I'm thinking,” his fingertips go to the high waist of your skirt, finding the hidden zip and sliding it down. 

While you're distracted by his hands, his mouth is finally on yours and he's walking you backwards towards the bedroom.

When the skirt slips to the floor, River's careful to guide you so you don't trip over it. 

“What're you up to, Cartwright?” You ask quietly, not moving your lips from his.

“Just trying to improve your shitty day.” His nose brushes against yours. 

“Haven't you had a rubbish one too?” You query, the backs of your knees bumping against the edge of the bed. He shrugs.

“I get to improve my day as well then, don't I?” 

With the lightest of pushes against your hip, you drop down onto the bed. 

“Arms up.” He instructs, pulling your blouse over your head. “And budge up a bit,” you shuffle obligingly up the bed and lie back contentedly against the heap of pillows.

“Don’t forget the candles,” you murmur as you feel his knee dip the bed between your own. His laugh makes you smile. “I’m serious, River. Do not burn down our flat.” He pinches his tongue between his teeth.

“Yeah ok. Make yourself comfortable,” he warns as he hops back off the bed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to keep you there all night?” He poses it as a question but the smirk on his face suggests it’s definitely not up for negotiation.

“Oh,” the blush returns. 

He never fails to knock you off guard.

The candles, the adoration. 

It took a little while for him to grasp that you loved him, that you wanted to show him how loved he was.

Once it clicked with him though, there was no stopping him. 

He returns quickly, with a handful of the candles which he dots around the room, and your wine. He must have been home much earlier than you, he’s already dressed down in soft gym shorts and a plain t-shirt. His hair ruffled from the shower and still a little damp.

“Now that we’ve established I’m not going to burn the flat down,”

“It was kind of a priority.” You counter. 

His knee has found the gap between yours and he’s crawling up the bed to you. 

A predator trapping his prey. Though predator would not be the word you’d use to describe him at all currently. 

“Agreed,” he told you sincerely. “So now that’s sorted,” his hand snakes behind your back to unclasp your bra, “you should know that I intend to fully take your mind off your shitty day.” The headache is duller now, just being around him is working wonders in soothing you. 

“How do you propose to do that then?” You tease playfully.

He sits back on his heels, pulling the straps of your bra down your arms. 

With it discarded, he traps you again with one arm either side of your waist and his hands pinned to the bed. 

He leans into you, gazing intently at your tired eyes before kissing you gently.

“Just let me take care of you.” You melt into the kiss, your arms coming up to loop around his neck, trying to pull him down on top of you. 

He resists, keeping his weight on his hands which haven’t left the bed. 

The only move he makes is to run a finger down the side of your breast to your waist, tickling you into letting go of him. With a little huff, you acquiesce. 

He clearly has intentions and won’t be swayed. 

“Good girl.” He chuckles. Your thighs try to press together at the praise but his knee is in the way and feeling your legs tighten against him only makes him laugh more. 

He nudges your knees further apart and gets comfortable pressing firm kisses in a line from your throat down between your breasts.

“River -” you plead.

“Yes, love?” He looks up from your body, his annoyingly gorgeous smile perfectly framed by your pebbled nipples. “Oh,” they seem to distract him from what you were about to say and when he rolls his tongue around one of them, you forget what you were about to say. 

He doesn’t let you gather your thoughts, just continues to move down your body until he’s level with your plain black knickers. “You were saying?” He stops just as your back arches off the bed in an attempt to get closer to him.

“No idea. Please -” you whine, wiggling just a little.

“Please?” His breath ghosts over your core and it makes your cunt ache with wanting. “I think you can do better than that,” he nudges his nose against you, the cotton of your knickers providing the tiniest amount of friction on your clit.

“Ohh, River -”

“Yes, love?” 

“I need -” you breathe, wiggling a little more brazenly. 

He rests his chin on your thigh and looks up at you.

“Go on?” He asks with a wicked grin, earning him a glare from you in response.

“I want you.”

“I know, babe.” 

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your knickers and tugs at them slowly. 

They slip down, millimeter by millimeter. 

“Tell me what you want?” 

Your patience may be wearing thin, but he’s enjoying every second of stringing you along. 

True to his word you’ve completely forgotten about your headache and your bad day. 

“I can never seem to get enough of you,” he tells you, his eyes not leaving yours. 

His warm hand pulls your underwear further down and guides your legs out of them. He’s managed to remove every item of your clothing without losing a single piece of his own. 

Watching you, the point of his tongue traces a circle around your throbbing clit. 

He hooks an arm over your thigh to hold you close to him.

“River… River please -” you sigh, desperate for more of his touch.

“Please what, babe?” If you were in any position to argue, you still probably wouldn’t. 

Impatient or not, he knows what he’s doing to you, and he knows how much you love it.

“God, River. I’ll kill you.”

“Nah, you won’t,” he sniggers. “I’ve got all night, you know? Don’t rush on my account.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“I know I can get you to beg, however long it takes.”

“You’re cruel.”

“That’s a bit harsh. Anyway, you’re distracting me, I’ve got something very important going on here,” without further warning, he presses the flat of his tongue against your slit and glides a path through your folds. 

“Fuck, River!” You shudder against him, “please, please -” he doesn’t respond, far too busy watching you writhe and arch under his grip as he fucks you with his tongue. 

When you finally open your eyes again, you meet his gaze and you can tell he’s not as unaffected as he makes out to be. You hold eye contact while you grind against his mouth, his own hips rutting into the bed in response as he hungrily devours you. 

You can’t hold out any longer, you’ll happily beg for more if that’s what he wants from you. 

“God, please River, please. I need you to fuck me,” 

He grins against you. “I told you you’d eventually start begging.” He buries his face back into your dripping cunt, building you up again until your legs shake and you’re pushed, wailing, over the edge.

“Oh, god -”

“That’s it, baby. Another.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand. 

Your hands tangle in his hair as he goes back to your overstimulated, swollen clit and wraps his lips around it, sucking gently. 

It’s enough to have you seeing stars. 

This time, he works two fingers inside you, pumping them languidly and letting them brush against your g-spot. So close to your first orgasm, the second doesn’t take long to approach.

“You’ve got it babe, let me make you feel good,” he coaches you softly as your thighs clamp around his hand. You’ve lost all ability to speak, his name tumbles from your lips in snatches and gasps as the walls of your cunt constrict around his long fingers. He lets you down gently, withdrawing his hand and mouth slowly when you finally unclench your legs. 

“That’s my girl,” he mutters, leaving as many kisses on the way back up the length of your body as he did on the way down. “You ok?” he asks, coming to lay next to you. 

You can feel the length of him pressed against your hip and, despite being exhausted, the thought of having his cock split you open is appealing. 

You shake your head a little, a hand shyly covering your eyes. “Don’t know,” you manage to croak.

“How’s the headache?” He kisses your temple.

“Gone,” you move your hand, not wanting to hide from him. “Thank you,” you whisper with a small grin.

“Anything for you.” He stretches his long body out, his own arousal still evident.

“Anything?” You ask, palming his hard cock through his shorts.

“And here I thought you’d have no energy left,” he groaned, rocking into your hand.  

“I can never seem to get enough of you,” you mimic his earlier words and roll onto him, up on to your knees. 

Your still soaked pussy leaves a damp patch on his shorts and the heat radiates from your core. 

You tug his shorts down and the length of him springs free. 

You mouth waters, and though you’d love to feel the weight of him on your tongue, you need him to fill you up. 

You line up against him, spread your knees wide and sink down onto him.

“Fucking hell, River,” your head tips back as your tight, hot cunt stretches around him.

“Fuck,” he bucks up into you, making you gasp. “When I die…”

“Shut up,” you laugh, leaning down to kiss him. You still taste yourself on his tongue and the flashback it triggers makes you grind down onto his cock. “Silly boy.”

“I’m serious, when I go, this is what I’ll be thinking about.” He sits up, filling you even more deeply. You pull his t-shirt off him and he holds you tightly against him. With no space between your bodies, the friction is divine. 

He doesn’t give you space to ride him but rolling your hips against him feels much closer to what you both need anyway. 

He rests his forehead against yours, his piercing blue eyes filled with love. You cup his cheek and kiss him.

“Come for me, love,” you whisper, feeling the muscles in his back tense. The hands that grip your hips hard enough to leave a mark move, and he brings his thumb to your mouth. You take it between your lips, leaving a trail of saliva behind when he takes it back and presses it to your clit.

“Not without you,” he rasps. You rock desperately into him, your own orgasm triggering as you feel him emptying into you. You slump against him, amazed he still has the strength to hold you both up. He doesn’t for long and pulls you down on top of him.

“Holy shit, River.” You pant breathlessly.

“You need talk.” 

You curl against him, the candlelight fading. Sleep is threatening to take you, but is interrupted by your rumbling stomach. 

“We should get some food.” You mutter sleepily into his chest. You try to snuggle in closer but he moves away, leaving you frowning. “Where’re you going?” He pulls on his t-shirt and shorts as the doorbell rings.

“Food. I called Loretta before you got home, asked her to send something over for about 8ish.” 

You stare after him as he leaves you with a quick wink. 

The boy really did know how to fix a bad day.

[macescumdrenchedhusband]

Journal Entry 1 April 11 2012

It’s the dead of night as of when I am writing this, the burn still stings when I brush my hand up against the scarred flesh, thinking of the incident makes me want to vomit or pass out. The pain of the molten plastic burning my face and the nauseous smell it left behind was enough to make me pass out only to wake up in a hospital with needles and tubes connected to my body. I suppose having half my damn face burnt was a danger zone for how it went over my eye. I've been having trouble with seeing out of my left eye but I can make out objects and sometimes faces, if the person is still enough. I’ve been biding my time in my bedroom occasionally getting something to eat if necessary, Ada has been stopping by pissing me off with her damned questions “how are you feeling?” or “you need to eat more” it’s all bs and I know it. I barely remember what happened that day. It all just happened so fast that my brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening to me. I'm going back to work tomorrow so I suppose I should get some sleep.

Journal Entry 2 April 12 2012

Today was very hellish with the way it went, no one ever sees me because I work in the actual garage but seeing what I was doing was very hard to do, luckily I didn’t mess up on someones ‘precious GMC truck’ that’d be a bitch to deal with. Some of the fake assholes at work had questions on what happened and gave me false sympathy. And the snarky remarks continue “well now you look like a real nazi.” God, I’ve heard that so much when I first moved here from Deutschland to Amerika, the whole reason my family moved was for work, Ada fit in because she forgot who she truly was hell she never speaks our language! She was never made fun of because she fit in, she dyed her hair, she wore normal clothes, she joined cheer. And I grew my hair out and dressed in Nintendo or band t’s and joined robotics. Me and Ada never got along and I’m sick of hearing “she’s your sister, you should love and respect her” I have never loved a person. I have never cared for a person. I tolerate others, but that will not stop me from wanting to kill every fucking thing talks to me. I just wish to remove the virus of this world, humans, the stupidity of these creatures kills me slowly. Very painfully and slowly.

Journal Entry 3 April 15th 2012

I remember that one valentines day junior year. Bethany Smithon, she was an interesting girl, popular, friends with Ada, rich, and so damn annoying. Bethany had come over for sleepovers for Ada and she would bother me with annoying fucking questions when she did so. But it turns out she just liked me, so she asked me out that February the 14th and I said no, obviously. Bethany had been my first and only kill, her body was dropped into the river and to be found with her flesh deteriorating and slit throat, I remember what I said to her before slitting her throat with my pocket knife “love does not exist, it’s a made up factor to make you feel better about your pathetic self to compensate what you didn’t receive growing up.” She ended up crying of course which annoyed me more so I killed her. I'm aware most people would find that horrible but I removed one person from the factor of this world. Police never thought to question me, they ruled it out as a suicide but could never find the knife so they believed it sank to the bottom when I had it the whole time. Good times that year..

Journal Entry 4 April 17th 2012

I’m writing these at random for a reason, work and I don’t need to write as much. I fixed up my 1969 camaro I’ve been meaning to fix up, it still needs a repaint but it drives and that’s all I care for at the moment. Most of the richies aren’t a big fan of it but I don’t care. It’s a thing of mine I picked up from my dad, he could work on cars so I learned, Ada was never as fascinated as me. She focused on useless things like meeting people and liking people. As for me, I stayed in my room designing shit and being a pointless honor roll student with the best grades. It was all pointless, “you’ll go to a good college and become well known.” I work in a garage fixing cars for a living. The whole point of the bs was you’d feel “special” it made no sense and it still doesn’t. I was more superior to my sister in every way possible, she is nothing but a weak bitch that should just die already, wait…

Journal Entry 5 April 18th 2012

I did it, I actually did it. The headaches have stopped, I feel right once more. No one to bother me anymore, there’s still more I can do. My hands are covered in her blood as I write this, hell the blood is running down the pen to paper, it’s all over. I’m hiding in my car that’s right outside her house, I’ll be heading somewhere soon I don’t know where though. But Ada Keller is finally dead. I’m sure her wife will call the cops when she gets home but I don’t care, I’ve never cared. This is what I’m meant to do. Kill the living, humans are the reason for EVERYTHING, as they fight for things they caused. Ada and Bethany were just the start, it all will soon make sense in time of my plans..