#and cant clean up after themselves. and i get that its my job but this is also just fucking stupid

[gay-fordeath]

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[carcarrot]

ok thats it i literally need a new job now .

[kissmethroughthebone]

Men keep getting mad at me on dating sites since they don't "know" how to plan a date (they know, they just want to not try.... feminine energy and a sign that I would be taking the reigns the whole relationship from a non-intelligent, lazy man)

like this man really said "I don't know how to find good date spots in our area" several times.....

Damn, it's almost as if he could type that into ChatGPT or Google and get the results he wants. D'oy!

It's just embarrassing for them at that point; some of them can even be GIVEN websites and choose not to try. My ex, L, was like that.

And as you can imagine, they are choosing to do so. They don't even see me as worth lifting their pretty little unmanicured dainty coder hands to type for 5 seconds, what makes me want them?

And then they pitch a bitch in the spam folder of my Google Voice number when I say "Actually I require more effort from a man for the first date, it's how I am shown interest, and I don't think we are compatible in this aspect. A shame, I really liked you. Have a great day!"

[ratsonas]

its so fucking frustrating being the only one who cleans up a shared space. if everyone wiped up their mess when they were done then i wouldnt have to scrub at it every week 🙄

[bandgie]

stray kids as tattoo artists? I read a fic on AO3 once where Jisung Chan and Felix all owned a tattoo parlour (called Red Lights hehe) and reader worked there and got brought into their OT8 poly relationship and it lives rent free in my brain.

But anyway, what do you think they would be like as tattoo artists? Who would tattoo what body parts? Who would fuck you in the chair, who would give you head/let you suck them off, and who would force themselves to remain professional even though you can see they're hard?

wait I so need the fic if you have it plzzz

MDNI 18+ under the cut

fucking you

lee know - you have such a shy yet aroused look the moment you're in the chair. he'd touch you lightly at first, knuckles bumping against your breasts to clean the skin for the tattoo. your breath would hitch, your eyes would stare into his and you'd bite your lip. all it takes is a little nod from your end and he's undoing his belt

hyunjin - no because he never really does this. he's usually so professional, even with the hungry eyes staring at him, but there's just something so sexy about you. maybe it's the tattoos you already have, slightly faded and in need of a touch up. once he establishes that you are, in fact, wanting him the same way he wants you, he'd go to the front door of his shop and flip the sign to 'closed'

Seungmin - you'd have to beg him for it ngl. you're a regular at his parlor and he just loves how flustered you get. Seungmin doesn't mind teasing you for your session, but you just cant take it anymore. you'd make him move the stencil over and over again just under your boobs because 'its just not right' and you'd offer to take off your shirt so it's easier for him. that's the last straw for him and he'd waste no time in getting you on his cock

oral sex

changbin - he's giving you head, no questions asked. he's shaving the inner part of your thigh and your legs just look so good in shorts. he's gulping, eyes wide and briefly looking at your crotch. you notice though, and you'd gently place your hand over his and push the razor away, opening your legs so he can get a better look. he might panic at first, claiming he didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you shush him and grab the back of his head to guide him to your cunt.

han - you're on your tummy, feeling han prep you for a back tattoo. honestly, if he wasn't so nervous he'd fuck you just like that, but you start giving him innocent compliments that lead to you not-so-innocently sitting him on the laid out chair and getting on your knees. he's just so cute whimpering and biting into his hand while his thighs tremble around your face

professional

chan - this honestly shouldn't be a surprise. he takes his job very seriously, and no matter how many times your hand accidentally brushes against his cock or how prettily you bat your eyelashes, he will not do anything out of line. but ofc you can see the strain, and tent in his jeans that must be so uncomfortable. he's got a red blush on his ears, but he's so keen on making sure he's professional throughout the session. maybe you just need to make another appointment

felix - I think he likes knowing that you know he's horny, if that makes sense. it's the yearning that really turns him on, the longing stares, the lip bite he does when his touches linger. even if it makes his cock throb, he just loves teasing you too much to do anything. still, I do think he'd grind his front against your body 'accidentally' and he wouldn't say no if you start palming him while he shaves your arm to clean to area

jeongin - is just nervous. he really isn't sure if you're flirting with him or not. a lot of girls try to do favors in getting out of paying, but you're just so persistent you tip very good after each session. he's thought about taking things a step further, but he really isn't sure how to. if he's doing a chest tattoo, his hand will find purchase on your tit, a small blush on his face saying it helps in keeping him anchored. you don't push him, a sweet smile on your face as you tell him you don't mind, that it feels good. he gulps, cock hardening in his sweats and he prays he doesn't have to stand for a while

not proofread lmao

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Cat, my ask is inspired by 'care- @yourheartonfire' I really hope you like it!

Please write a married!! villain who religiously indulges in their skin care, and a hero who really can't care less what they put on their skin. One night after them spending 2 rounds in horny jail, they're both up at 4am and after cleaning themselves, hero observes the villain indulging in their skin care routines, and upon spotting their lovely spouse the hero, they find their new target to perform skin care at.

Just when they remove hero's bath gown to apply body lotion (after much convincing ofc) they notice the array of hickies covering their entire body after 2 religious rounds of them in horny jail. Villain now needs to resist the hero, and take care of the hickeys and their hero's poor skin, but notising the way hero melts when they get their face massaged, and the little shivers passing thru them even after being for hours in hot shower, villain cant help but go for round 3 in horny jail!! and tho hero makes them promise no more hickies, they happily let themselves get carried away with their villain.

Well I hope ur comfortable writing this, absolutely no pressure :D I read @yourheartonfire 's care so many times its actually one of my fav!! But I would love to see a bit of your touch to it, really hope you don't mind and write a snippet like this one (with all your own touches obv)

Original :)

“I’ll be sore in the morning.”

“That’s the goal.” The villain’s smirk was undoubtedly of vicious nature. They could be quite sweet with all their big date plans and expensive vacations but the hero knew them by heart, knew their darkest sides and usually, the hero was the one in charge.

However, today, the villain seemed to be yearning for more than usual. Which wasn’t a bad thing, obviously.

But it made the hero wonder.

“Is this some new scheme of yours?” the hero asked as they got pushed back into the sheets. The villain found their neck and tried gentle nibs which, despite the carefulness, made the hero squeak in pain. The villain drew back and tried another spot, choosing kisses over teeth.

“Love, believe me. I would find kinder methods to stop you from working. I know you love this job,” they mumbled. “I can’t take that away from you, I’ve learnt that a long time ago.”

For a moment, they just stared at the hero and the hero really, really felt lucky to have married someone so diligent. The villain was always eager to do more than was expected of them. Their goals were beyond reachable which was exactly why it could be quite frustrating to face them in battle.

The villain’s fingers ghosted over the hero’s collarbone and then, very sweetly, they kissed the hero. It reminded them of their first kiss. Very innocent. And it intensified the feelings they’d had for this entire evening — not only lust but also gripping love.

“You tell me when it’s too much, alright?” the villain whispered. The hero recognised guilt in the question and it squeezed their heart a little too hard.

“Of course,” they answered. They let their thumb brush over the villain’s bottom lip and then added this just to tease them. “I’m not someone who comes home injured and bleeding all over my spouse during sex.”

“Oh, come on. That was one time,” the villain said and let their hand slide down to their thigh.

“It wasn’t fun.”

“I know, I apologised.” The villain had already reached their destination with their hand and the hero was truly astonished that their spouse was doing so much today. It felt like heaven, sure, but the hero couldn’t help but ask themselves if everything was alright.

Growing up in a…troubling household had left them anxious of every micro change in their spouse’s mood which, no matter how hard both of them tried, wouldn’t go away.

“I’m just worried about you,” the hero said. “I’m really worried sometimes.”

They went through the villain’s hair several times, letting their fingers comb through it carefully as the villain’s kisses travelled lower and lower.

“It’s okay, I can take care of myself, love.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. You don’t…” They wanted to say more but the villain had found a sensitive spot. They breathed in, breathed out and tried to concentrate. “…you don’t have to.”

The villain started to use their tongue and the hero’s mind couldn’t comprehend their surroundings anymore. But they wanted to make a point, they remembered. They pulled the villain’s face up and guided them back to their mouth.

“Sometimes…I just wish you could talk more with me. We’re a team. Maybe not at work but…at least at home.” What a cruel sentence to say but the villain seemed to understand. “You don’t have to carry around everything.”

“Yes, you’re totally right. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be a burden,” the villain said. They tried to get back down but the hero’s grip on their jaw held them in place.

“You’re not a burden,” they clarified. “You never have been, okay?”

“Okay,” the villain whispered and for the first time today, their shoulders seemed to relax. “Okay.”

They kissed the hero yet again very softly but the hero knew this wasn’t it.

“They’re sending me on a mission next week,” the villain said softly. “Some say it’ll be suicide.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Could you do A, C, I, G, K, L, and P for EJ in the fluff alphabet? It would make me reallyyyy happy :3

Fluff Alphabet w/ EJ!!

ive been waiting for someone to do EJ you dont understand!!! i saw this earlier but the power went out when i finally had time to sit down and get to writing </3 my apologies as for other stuff/for everyone else, requests are still open, and the fluff alphabet will be open indefinitely!!

ATTRACTION- Honestly I think you gotta be a real catch to end up as Jacks partner, considering his entire hermit thing... I personally think that he separates himself from society after he becomes Eyeless Jack via a funky cult sacrifice thing... which he was kinda pretty much unwillingly roped into. I think he would want someone who's capable of taking care of themselves, and perhaps someone whos smart. maybe even lower maintenance. its not that he doesnt want to treat you as you deserve, its that sometimes he cant given he sometimes legitimately goes feral (though this is only really due to him pushing off his needs, blood frenzy type deal for when he pushes off eating people, can get real ugly). understanding as well, he needs someone whos willing to be understanding of his position and current predicament and know that eventually jack is going to fully not. be there anymore one day (possible angst idea? ooo?) but also even before the whole, demon thing, jack wasnt the most cheery or social and things definitely havent changed

CUDDLING- hes really cold so thats good for hot nights! not good for cold ones though </3 but hey maybe you guys are somewhere where its perpetually hot. as for the actual act of cuddling, he prefers to be the big spoon. likes sleeping closer to the door, kinda makes a barrier of himself for you in case someone were to come in. which is unlikely since if this were his place, its literally a cabin in the woods in bumfuck nowhere, but the point still stands. only engages if youre asleep or ask for it. if youre the one holding him, he kinda. freezes still and doesnt dare move. poor dude, hes so scared hes going to bite you or something

GIFT GIVING- since he lives in the woods and doesnt have a job he cant exactly go out and give you gifts. he also isnt fond of taking belongings from victims, since he already takes pieces of their bodies. coughs. anyways, i think hes more of an act of service person (will talk more about that in L)

INJURY- youre in luck, he had plans to be a doctor, thats what he was going to college for! plus i think he had a little fixation on medical stuff in general growing up. little hc that his other choice was to be a microbilogist. idk, i can see it. but i dont think it needs to be said that neither became reality. but he does know how to treat some injuries and illnesses! so youre both in luck! but how does he react, emotionally? honestly, as long as youre not bleeding while hes in his frenzied state hes more than willing to help you... although its more so because he doesnt want the scent to trigger anything in him... he cares about you, i promise! its just that ultimately its better he doesnt go feral on you- now if he was the one injured hes already patching himself up... oh but imagine convincing him to let you clean up a wound he got while trying to do his thing.... ouuuugh... let the man be vulnerable, let him be taken care of... ueueue... anyways- yeah

KISSES- he doesnt wear his mask when hes at your place or his cabin- in fact he only really wears it when hes 'hunting' or 'prowling', so!! loves kissing your cheek. will absolutely refuse to kiss you if hes just ate, though, let him wash his face and brush his teeth first. and change his clothes. he likes being kissed anywhere; forehead, mouth, cheeks, hands, ect ect ect. now in terms of frequency i dont think he likes it too often, but that may be some internalized thing about no longer being worthy of love or something but hey who am i to say (loudly winks)

LOVE LANGUAGE- as previously mentioned, acts of service is how jack shows his appreciation and love for you. need something done? hes on it! need to do some chores but dont feel like it? you dont even need to ask! stuff like that, hell, even if something doesnt need to be done he will probably tinker at it and try to make it better if its an appliance or something that can be upgraded to be more efficient and effective. when it comes to receiving he likes words of affirmation, this man has been through hell and hes still going through it, so reassuring him that you still love him even though hes changing makes things a little less scary

PET NAMES- he likes calling you babe and baby. he likes being called hon! doesnt really do petnames, he finds saying someones name intimate enough... which honestly i kinda agree with, i kinda hate how utilized it is in romantic media. just two characters loving each other, sharing a moment, and one softly utters the others name in a sweet tone. GUH!!!! anyway

[ceasarslegion]

I know i have a lot of teenagers who follow me because i dont baby talk to them regarding things like drugs and alcohol and sex. So i wanted to throw out some advice that still saves my ass every day as an adult that i learned to instill in myself as a teenager:

-Learn how to keep house. I know that every adult is beating job skills into you right now and its overwhelming to say to least, but no matter what you end up doing with your life, you will need to know how to cook and clean and budget and go grocery shopping and do laundry and the dishes and x y z. You will need to know how to work with cleaning products like bleach safely and without creating mustard gas by accident. If you figure that out now, you will be able to take care of yourself for the rest of your life. Those are skills that you WILL need every day in the real world no matter what.

-i want to asterix the budgeting part. I know way too many grown adults who could be doing very well for themselves who are broke as shit and actively getting worse because they cant budget to save their lives. Managing your finances is what will often be the difference between living relatively comfortably and struggling to get by.

-dont get roommates if you can help it. I know you will want to, and it will seem like a fun idea to live with your friends and like nothing would go wrong, but roommates ruin friendships. If you can afford to live on your own when you first head out, do it. Trust me, paying the full rent is worth not having to deal with other peoples bullshit taking up your living space. I learned this the hard way, dont be like me. The only people you should be actively looking to live with at the young adult stage of your life are any permanent partner(s) that might come along the way, and you should rush that either. And taking some proper time to be on your own will do you so much good in the long run in realizing what kind of person you are and what you need in things like work, relationships, life in general, etc.

-you don't need a brand new car, and your first apartment doesnt need to be high end and fancy. All your firsts for those things need to be are functional, safe, and reliable. And you will love them regardless if theyre your first car/apartment. And you dont really NEED a car if youre an urbanite with a reliable enough transit system, either. Thats more of an individual thing if thats your situation. I live in an older apartment building with a stove from a brand that doesnt even exist anymore, but its real spacious for one person, in a nice part of downtown where everythings still right outside my door, and all my utilities are included. I pay 500 dollars less in rent a month for this than my coworker who lives 2 blocks away from me and has half the space i do with none of the utilities included because its all smart tech and luxury suites in that building. You don't need all that, you will not notice the difference when you actually live there.

-no one cares about high school tier drama when you hit your college years, especially if you go to an academically-based school. In my experience at least, the schools the nerds end up at think the d&d club is the coolest one on campus. This will pass, you will be fine. The nerds really do inherit the earth after you graduate, and all those bullies really do peak in high school. The guy who was the worst offender towards me in high school now literally pumps gas for his dads gas station because nobody else would hire him. Which is fine, its honest work, but it IS a tad ironic how things worked out there after so many years of telling me he'd be my boss one day. Yeah sure, howd that work out bud

-please dont get into drugs and alcohol just to be cool. I know every adult has treated you like some porcelain doll to be handled with baby gloves regarding any sort of substance, but if you choose to partake in them, all i ask is that you be informed about the risks, you do it safely, and dont do it for social clout. Its not the substances im most concerned about there, its that when you do them for social approval, you dont know when to stop or how to listen to your body telling you thats enough, which is a straight shot to a potential addiction. Its your choice whether or not to consume drugs and/or alcohol, but its irresponsible to act like theres no real risk involved in them, especially if you have the kind of personality more susceptible to addiction. Do them for yourself, in safe environments, as cleanly as you can get them if possible, and only after you educate yourself about what the risks are and what resources there are in your area for healthcare and counseling if you do develop an addiction.

-be selfish, but dont be a dick. Your young adulthood is when you should be selfish in the sense of prioritizing your own mental health, work ascension/schooling, etc, but you can do all those things without being standoffish or disregarding other people in the process. You should be there for your loved ones if you can, but if you cant, give them the common courtesy of telling them. A simple "hey, id love to help you if i could, but i have too much going on right now to spare anything. But im always here to talk about it if you need it, ily and im wishing you all the best <3" is way better than "i cant help you right now, i have my own problems to deal with."

[may-bee-its-just-me]

✨Trauma dump sesh;

but make it classy because effort was put into the wordage and I cant count how many takes i did for the recording

"I’ve a naturally hyper personality; I dance while I work, sing while I clean and I try to brighten everyone’s day. I get asked why I am the way I am. “Oh it must be the coffee, that’s why she’s so quirky again after her lunch break”. Truth is, I push myself to my limits daily and crash by the afternoon. Any spare physical energy is immediately used up; taken advantage of. I’m a one woman circus act walking the line of energetic and productive, over a hundred ft. drop into despair, with nothing but the safety net that is God’s grace to protect me. I go through swings like nobody’s business, taking the highs as they come; Until I swing too high and fall out the back of my seat. In rough waters, I take every moment above water breathing heaps of fresh air up until the millisecond the next wave engulfs me; Breathing salt water with it. I’m Icarus, taking my temporary wings for a joyride; Flying too close to the sun. Sometimes this worries people. They ask if I’m okay, seeing me hunched over the kitchen table praying for another ounce of strength. They want to help but, seeing as how it’s daily, I tell them “same ol’” and let them move on with their day. And, when they ask me why I haven't seen a doctor after a year, I haven’t much to say. I can’t explain it, I don’t have the energy and they won’t understand.  People look at me like I’m crazy. My knee jerk reaction is to deny. I’m not crazy, I’m just struggling, I’m trying really hard, I’m. Not. Crazy. But the truth is, who wouldn’t be? No one understands how hard it is to live every single day in pain, until they experience it themselves. To have every motion of your hand matter. To have every action, reaction, tone of voice matter. To be ever conscious of every maneuver your body makes -  trying to limit mistakes and dropping things but still go fast enough to keep up with your job. To be hyper-aware of every micro-adjustment to your posture; In hopes that one of them makes the pain lessen and allow your mind to focus on something else for a moment. And, when needing to lift heavier objects, be careful not to lift too long or to speed-walk with them too fast, lest you cause your arms to flare up again. And, when the flare up inevitably happens, how much of the muscle spasm in your shaking hands do you allow others to see in hopes of being cut a break, but not enough that it makes your work sloppy? What do you do when your mind is fuzzy, and the room is spinning - Your heart is beating harder and you’re losing your balance - Your ear keeps ringing intermittently, and your chest feels heavy - You think you’re going to pass out, but your body isn't ready - and you don’t want to, but your heart rate still unsteady - you’re catching yourself from falling, and you’re just trying to get through the work day - So you’re stuck in limbo, between conscious and fainted - Until eventually it tapers off and you begin to question; Am I somehow faking it? Did it ever even happen in the first place? You make mention of everything hurting, all the time, just for older family and coworkers to joke about “becoming an adult - Not understanding just how deep that cuts, or what they’re really joking about. . I’m exhausted. I’m broken. I’m weak. I’m frustrated. I’m burnt out. I’m beat. I want to rest, but even after a long day of hard work and minimal issues - The pain creeps up when I lay my head down for sleep. I don’t want to be a miserable person, I don’t want to be consumed by my struggle. I want to keep hold of faith for healing, stay hopeful for better days. I want to spread joy. So I break my body to keep up in the day, deal with the consequences by night, and repeat in the morning. I’ve a hyper personality, tied down by my body. A personified contradiction, walking a tightrope, swinging forward and back, halfway underwater, too close to the sun."

~ Bee, 11/20/2024 [Wannabee poet and rich person]

[jeonstudios]

When you want to rip your hair out cuz jk is literally for the streets*ik i am gonna go bald ..like boy why the fuck do you fuck up everything for yourself ..do you want me to motherfucking sew your mouth shut ...you cant form a single sweet compliment for my gorgeous baby ..for fucks sake we are chap 14 ..like you still aint moving that willy 🔪😭 ..this broke my heart cuz i can literally feel that pain ..i have dealt with it in highschool and uni too ..life becomes worthless and you feel like getting rid of yourself cuz atleast you are not hurting people with your presence ..i am so glad that i am better and in a healthy mindset now ..but this brought some fun memories haha 🙂🥲 ..i am so disappointed though cuz just one positive step from jk would have made a change but ..i absolutely love the burn right from the start ..the oc's perspective ..the realisation of what he has done ..the feelings growing bw them ..just know that you did a good job *still dreaming to slap jk time after time to remind him how ignorant and selfabsorbed he has been ..realising there are people out there who are like this and the lives they have potentially ruined just to make themselves feel superior 🥹 *shivers ...thankyou for the update bestie ..i cant wait to see how you are gonna make jk clean this royal mess cuz boy he royalled fucked and it is hard to look at person the same when yk they were potentially involved in the trauma of your life :)

yeah, it's definitely frustrating when he didn't seem to understand that well and when he did apologize and tell her she's pretty, it certainly sounded disingenuous... 😩 so he needed to hear that and she needed to tell him </3 because it takes its toll, hearing stuff like that so often and then be "forced" to trust that person, thinking they still think that way about you... 💔

[forestryfae]

like i LITERALLY JUST want to be able to get rid of the house. i just wanna get rid of it and not have to keep paying for i ad i wanna move somewhere i will actually like living and im not stuck at home unless someone "graciously" drives me, and get a job so i actually have money and can afford to save up money for thing i genuinely want and havent just taught myself to want because its cheap and its decent so i should like it, and to actually have a nice clean tidy house, and a car so i can buy some FUCKING boxes and plasic bags so i can get rid of all the shit i dont want and maybe even just straight up sell or give away the nicer stuff i dont want. like thats it. but i just straight up dont have that option cus i gotta make food for myself so i dont starve and i need to relax too so i dont literally burn myself out and i need to sleep and i have to shower and pee sometimes too like i JUST want to be able to clean the house non-stop for like a week straight. i just wanna put shit in garage bags and throw them out. noones gonna want fucking 1 year old hairdye or unused makeup or three identical mugs or a fuckton of reuseable straws and i dont think i have the patience to sell a bunch of clothes even tho theyre perfectly fine and barely used. unless people come pick up the shit themselves, in which id be more than willing to just give shit away if they did that so i dont have to deal with the fucking transport or shipping.

i just have SO MUCH SHIT and its mostly garbage or shit i dont want or use anymore. or its fucking gifted shit i dont want anymore because frankly, why is my only option to get any furniture always to either buy thrifted shit or be given secondhand shit from my family. its one thing if i want it but they dont even ask or show it to me first and they dont help me when i want something new and actually useful. they just show up and theyve brought me something and we thought maybe youd need it so well just leave it here and you can get rid of it if you dont want it. I PHYSICALLY CANT GET RID OF IT. I DONT HAVE A CAR. and im not throwing perfectly useable but ugly lamps in the regular trash. take it to a fucking thrift store you morons. get rid of some of your shit instead of giving it to me. if you cant manage to get rid of it without giving it to someone so youll know its safe or whatever the fuck then just. dont get rid of it. keep it yourself. dont give shit to me so i can borrow it indefinitely. like i JUST. want MY OWN PLACE. THAT I CAN FEEL OKAY IN. and not feel like its a pissing contest every fucking time someone comes over cus they GOTTA fill my house with shit, they just HAVE TO do shit without even discussing it with me, i literally cant say no i dont want visitors today without them showing up and throwng a bitchfit when theyre not welcome the one day i said i didnt want to see anyone, they dont take a no i dont want help with that as an answer and do it anyways, i cant even buy my own shit cus they take over and do everythig for me.

no fucking independence or control or boundaries or respect or basic fucking decency and absolutely no empathy or compassion at all.

i have to BEG them to come visit me and they still wont do it, but when i go grocery shopping and need a ride i dont get home until after 9pm and more often than not close to 1 am, and the ONE time i explicitly said i didnt want visitors was the one day mom showed up and threw a bitchfit cus i was upset. i told mom i spent literally hours every day crying and feeling anxious and awful and she just ignored it and forgot to call the doctor the one time she offered to do it for me. i dont even get to be a part of renovating the house cus mom and stepdad took over and wont talk to me and spent all the money and wont even talk to me about the money or tell me whats in the bank accounts unless someone else asks on my behalf. noone is willing to teach me to drive even tho mom nagged me when i was 17. i can literally not talk to anyone about my feelings or shit im worried about, i literally only hear about how its my fault somehow, or i get some useless advice that doesnt help cus it doesnt fucking apply, or i get an empty promise that theyll help and then nothing happens and im selfish for asking and nagging them cus they have their own lives and their lives cant revolve around me. which is so fucking ironic cus i dont even get a phonecall once a month to see how im doing or talk about things and i certainly dont get visitors unless its got to do with the house or that one time mom had a day off and apparently that means she can come visit with no heads up just so she can sit there and bitch about my dad or my brother. she doesnt ask how it was like living with them or how i feel about the situation or anything, its all them and their fucking feelings. its never about me and im made to feel stupid and embarrassed and childish and like a fucking moron any time i have emotions they dont want me to have.

and on top of all this i didnt even get talked to as a kid. i was practically useless and just something they leave unattended until they felt like yelling or screaming at me or wanted me to do chores or some other boring fucking activity that i didnt want to do. asking me how my day was or having a conversation or talking to me about something i liked or just regular conversations about stuff? nah fuck that do your homework and also dinner today is a fucking sandwich cus i wanna be in the garage doing my hobby and fixing cars.

and then i come home after having had a really good time at the inpatient unit im at, and its a mess and theres shit in places its not supposed to be and im up to my fucking neck in laundry and dishes and shes done something i didnt want her to do again, and i cant even complain cus i risk not having her help with the shit i actually need help with that i have no option in asking for, like grocery store rides or someone to feed my cats while im away or help renovating the house. i cant even ask for help to buy some fucking boxes or i risk never getting them.

like i JUST want a fucking car and license and i wanna get rid of this house and i want some godd damn boxes. literally the only things i need in life to be happy rn.

[ventingbaybe]

1/16/24

I did end up moving out after that last post, two or so years ago.

Im on my second year break from school, the whole point of the gap year was to save money for school. I got kicked out though, so there went that.

My parents dont like when i word it that i got kicked out, I was “heavily implied that I should move out so that I can thrive away from my family because they didnt sign up to start taking care of me again because I couldnt go back to school” but not kicked out.

I got a second job, worked 80 hour weeks for a while, quit one, work the other. Moved from one apartment to another and then another. I dont have any roommates, just me. I cant get an animal because it would be irresponsible when im planning on going back to school and wouldnt be able to bring them with me.

Every month I pay $1000 in rent, $500 in my loan repayment, and whatever other shit i get roped into.

I have a boyfriend. I had a crush on him at the beginning of last summer, we met at work. I ended up getting over him at one point. But sometime in October I got drunk and flirted with him, we went on a couple dates and made it official. Its awkward. We dont have anything to talk about and dont have anything in common. I feel bad that I cant be the partner that he deserves, but we just arent fit for one another. We need to break up but we havent had any free time to see eachother and actually have a talk about anything. Hes a great guy, but romantically we just arent compatible at all.

Were having a winter storm in my state and just my washing machine pipe froze, so last night at 2am I got to spend hours cleaning up my overflowed washing machine and hand wringing out and emptying the machine. I feel constantly overwhelmed and like Im drowning, but I dont have a solid enough support system to feel helped. This isnt to diss my friends or anything, I just need professional help at this point and cant keep burdening my friends with this kind of constant badgering of venting.

I need to make some more friends, like actual friends I hang out with who are on a similar level of being grown up as me. I need other people who are moved out that I can find some relation and comfort in. I just dont feel like I have anyone solid in my corner that I can turn to at this moment. Its my own fault which is even more frustrating.

I wish i could just go home and curl up on the couch and be comforted. Im a grown person whose fully moved out, supported completely by myself, but I just want my mom. I wish her and I were close. But neither of us are willing to let down our egos enough to ever talk without fighting. One time my mom told me she likes me better when Im drunk, because Im quiet and sweet. So everytime i go over, I have a drink and pretend it affects me more than it does.

I was a functioning alcoholic for most of my senior year of highschool. I’d drink nearly half a bottle of vodka every night. It hurts to see people compliment how I act when im drunk more than when Im sober. I wish I was a likable person. I dont know why I lash out, why I cant not have the last word, but I also wish i didnt have to fight everyone at any given moment.

I dont know why i fight but I dont know why everyone around me loves to rile me up.

My family has always known I had anger issues, and nothing made them laugh harder than seeing me lose my temper, if i got mad i was laughed at. If i got sad I was laughed at. If i stayed sat at that dining room table and went quiet then i was laughed at. If i excused myself to go to my room or hide in the bathroom, I was laughed at. There was no way to get away from the ridicule besides being an asshole back, and then someone else was always allowed to storm off. No one else was laughed at when they left. The table would go silent until everyone else excused themselves and it was just me.

Theres nothing quite like being left alone while everyone else comforts eachother. Why wasnt I included. Was it my own fault? Was I that repulsive of a kid? A teen? What about me was so fundamentally wrong that I couldnt be included.

I remember being young, maybe 9 at this memory. My brother had said something, I said something back, he stormed off and told my mom. I remember feeling excited when my mom came to my door. I remember thinking maybe it was my turn to be comforted. To be held and rocked the way she would to my brothers. I remember standing there while she screamed at me, hearing my brothers doors squeak open so they could tune in to the show. Being ridiculed for being such a horrible daughter, a horrible sister, just a base level horrible person to be around. How much my brothers would complain to my parents about how much they hated me.

Watching my mother stand there with this blank face as I would stand there, tears welled up in my eyes being told that if it wasnt for being family, I would be unloved.

She would hug me after, let my tears soak into the shoulder of her shirt, and say nothing as Id choke out apologies for being how I was. She’d stand there and hold me, telling me that all I could do was change.

So I tried. I tried so hard. I distanced myself from my family so they wouldnt have to deal with me. I got criticized for hiding away and hating them.

Now that I dont live there its easier. I dont see any of them often and they seem happy. My older brother is also moved out but he was still over there constantly, having dinner with the family most nights. I would tell my mom I would swing by later and come over to an empty house. Id wait for an hour, thinking maybe they were all just out, but they wouldnt be back. Id put away whatever Id brought over and leave, a silent drive back home to throw myself into an empty apartment and sit there. Not even a text to acknowledge whatever Id brought. Who knows if they even noticed.

I know my parents care about me, at least on some level. My dad comes over to help me set up my wifi, he drove me to work during this snow storm. I can see that on a base level he cares. But I hate that ill never know how much. Some people you can just sense it when you meet their parents, how they interact, how their parents look at them so fondly.

I feel embarrassed when my friends meet my family, not because Im embarrassed of my family, but because I know that the way I talk about my family isnt reciprocated. That no matter how many stories of my family I can share to my friends, how fondly I talk about them and their achievements, how every eyelash I wish on is spent wishing for my family to receive only the best, I know that when my friends look at my family and I, they dont see that fond look that their parents give them.

No matter how funny I can be around my friends, it will never translate over with my family. How I get quiet and move to the background around family.

I wish I was something and someone that could be talked about.

I wish I was worth bringing up in conversation when Im not around.

I wish just once in my life I felt like I was worth putting up with.

[foxoftheninetails]

Okay. Same rules as always apply: you can interact if you want to, or ignore this if you don't. As always, I know I'm a lot to handle.

I've had good mental health for over a week. Things were going great, I felt good, was sleeping, kind of eating (still struggling there, but usually 1+ meal a day, even if the + was an uncrustie), didn't have any intrusive thoughts. Then last night I could feel the spiral coming on, and for the dumbest trigger imaginable. For a totally irrational and juvenile and stupid reason. Which makes it even worse really.

It doesn't help that I may be getting sick, or I may already be sick. Not sure, and not sure where that might be going, but I know its not helping.

I mentioned recently that my friends are everything, my heart and soul. But probably 3 or 4 times a week I think to myself: "Wouldnt it be easier, safer, less hurtful if you just...didn't? Let your friends go, they were probably at least as happy when you weren't around. You can drift away from them, let the distance get wider, and you dont have to hurt anymore."

I dont mean friends like we talk once every few weeks or exchange letters or whatever. I mean the friends I can barely go a day without talking to them, the ones that I seek out to say hello to. If I leave, they wont notice for long, and I wont lay awake at night wondering if I said something wrong, if they havent said hi because they're mad at me, if this is all a colossal fuck up and they're screwing with me. Because it has happened. To me. Multiple times.

I guess I didn't realize just how much I let certain people in. Which is stupid, right? Because how can someone be so out of touch they didnt see the 6 foot layer of bullshit come down?

So, what if I didn't? What if I went back to just me and my partner, and my thoughts? How long before I crack in half? How long before I decide I cant handle it, I cant be that alone. I was able to do it once, when I was so much stronger. But I lay awake at night, after the first wave has passed, in a cold sweat. And my mind says you could stop the anxiety if you just get cold again.

I spent 10 years working. I know, I know. Everyone has had a job, has dedicated themselves to it. It was nearly all I had. In my family, you get up and you do your chores, then you go to work. When you get home, you make sure nobody else needs help with their stuff. If you're lucky, after exhausting yourself in manual labor for 12 or 14 hours a day, you can watch tv until your eyelids feel like iron. I cant tell you how many nights I fell asleep on the couch. The last time I went on "vacation", I had to help put a new roof on my parents house. When I was a teen and wed go visit family in NY, there were always chores. Mow the lawn, repaint the fence, redrywall your aunts house, put new decking down. Work was all I knew. Much to my surprise, people didnt do all of this all the time. They had downtime, they had reasonable hours, they had the ability to say no.

Thats another one. Saying no. Seems easy, right? I can type it to myself all day long. If I told my parents no about work, or side work, or any chore that fell into my lap because my sister said she didnt want to, I was punished. In a backwards and manipulative way. Suddenly none of my favorite foods were in the house, my room was never clean enough, I had to do all the dishes from dinner because it just didnt make sense to run the dishwasher.

So when I say I could just flip the switch and become cold again, my whole body goes into panic mode. My heart is racing right now because somewhere, someone is going to read this and know what is going on inside my head.

The only thing more terrifying to me than making an ass out of myself in front of my friends, more terrifying than them getting mad at me; is not having them. I honestly think it might kill me.

I let them in too far, and now what if they leave?

I guess I can't let them go after all. I hope that they don't want to be let go of.

This was only slightly more convoluted than usual. If you're insane enough to read this, I'm sorry to subject you to what is essentially word vomit. I need to get this out, or it will eat me alive. Never really understood what people meant by that until now, that holding certain things in can kill you, can devour you.

I'm afraid of getting hurt, and I'm too afraid to be alone. I just need to not push people away, even though that is my immediate response. Just take a step back for a day or two, its no big deal. Then suddenly four months have gone by, and they're either tired of trying or didn't care enough to in the first place. Hard to say which of those is worse.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, except everything is lined with razor blades to make it more interesting.

[thingstotellthem]

My mom is telling me she is finally going to take me to look at job applications after a whole year of me begging but I can't help but feel like she purposefully chose now, after she made it so I am stressed about what will go on in the house. Stuff like who will babysit my baby sister? Is my dog going to be okay or is my mom going to act on her threats towards him if he upsets her? Are my family actually going to start cleaning up after themselves or will that fall onto me after I get home from any future shifts?

I have been wanting a job and to get out of here for so long but I am absolutely terrified and stressed about what home will be like that I am unsure if I should even get a job if these things may happen.

Just the thought of them is making me feel immense panic but I know I will probably never get out of here if I don't get money to be able to leave. I don't know what to do

im so sorry to hear that youre in such a stressful situation. i think the only advice i can give you is to stick to your goal, which is making enough money to get yourself out of that house. this is something youre doing for yourself- for your mental, physical, and emotional well being. dont let your mother make you feel like you should be worried about things that should be her responsibilities entirely. if you end up coming home from work and find that your family members havent been cleaning up, its okay for you to say that youre too tired or preoccupied to clean up for them. youre making a path for yourself, and thats whats important. i understand the concern you have for your sister and dog, and i wish i had advice for you regarding their safety, but unfortunately i cant think of anything, so if someone has any thoughts they want to share, please feel free to do so. good luck! ♥

[gatorbites-imagines]

I don't have a promt in mind but smth with dick grayson x reader fluff ? There isn't much for him x male reader😭

Lazy-Day

Dick Grayson x Male reader

Summary: Dick and the Reader a taking a day off after a rough night of heroing around Bludhaven.

Reader is a hero as well, you can imagine if they’re meta or not, but they’re able to get bruises and alike.  

Im literally the most single person to ever exist, so im not sure if this counts as fluff but i tried lmao.

Projects are over, so i have time to write again ^^

It was a gloomy day in Bludhaven, rain was falling from the sky at a lazy pace, pitter pattering against the window. The medium sized apartment was mainly silent except for the sound of the tv playing the days news report.

On the couch sat one of the main protectors of Bludhaven, wrapping clean bandages around his upper arm where he had been nicked by a bullet the night before. Dick Grayson was his name, or as many more knew him, Nightwing. He kept half his attention on the screen, the other expertly wrapping the now scabbed over cut.

His attention was pulled elsewhere as someone else threw themselves down on the couch beside him, a bowl overflowing with cereal, the person devouring large spoonfuls as the persons attention fell on the screen as well. This person was (Y/N), Dicks boyfriend and partner during their night job. He had taken quite the beating the night before, if the black eye and bruised cheek was any sign.

Dick finished wrapping his arm, and placed the bandages and other items back into one of their many first-aid boxes. Closing the box, he tucked it back under the sofa where they typically kept it, and turned back to his boyfriend. Dick tilted his head to the side, his eyes running up and down his boyfriend. To others, the outfit of a large t-shirt that had been washed so many times the picture on the front was barely visible, and shorts that seemed older than Damian would be unappealing, but to Dick it always made his heart warm and gooey to see his boyfriend as relaxed.

Another look up and down, Dick took notice of the signs of their nightlife. Bruised face, bruised knuckles, an agitated knee from a superhero landing, and from the way (Y/N) sat, his ribs hurt as well. As Dick was busy checking out his boyfriend, (Y/N) finished his comically large bowl of cereal, and placed the bowl down on the coffee table.

“What are you looking at?” he murmured in Dicks direction, as the other mans looks had clearly gone from assessing damage, to simply checking out. “Just admiring my handsome boyfriend, anything wrong with that?” Dick said, a teasing tone to his voice as he squinted in (Y/N)s direction.

(Y/N) gave a snort, shaking his head softly as he exhaled a chuckle. “Wouldn’t call myself the most attractive person this morning Grayson, I look like I was beat up for my lunch money. You on the other hand? You make bruises look hot” he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, and sitting back against the couch.

Dick grinned, sitting up straight before turning completely and crawling closer to (Y/N). “Oh? So you think I’m hot?” he muttered, leaning close to (Y/N)s face as he caged the other man in against the armrest of the couch. (Y/N) just rolled his eyes very obviously, huffing at his boyfriend’s behavior. “Yes, Dick. You are very handsome. We both know this”.

Dick grinned, leaning in to kiss (Y/N) softly, over and over a few times, placing quick but loving pecks on his boyfriends’ lips. “Your so handsome too, you know. You always make me weak in the knees, no matter what your wearing or how you look” he murmured, leaning up to kiss at (Y/N)s cheeks and softly kissing the bruised area.

When he finally sat back, the two sat and started at each other for a bit. “Did you even ice that?” Dick finally said, zeroing in on the purpling bruise on his partners face. “…no. But its fine, I cant feel it that much” (Y/N) finally said, sending Dick a stare that dared him to go raid the freezer for ice or whatever else they had in there.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a little longer, before Dick shut his eyes and sighed. “Fine. But you’ll have to cuddle me as payment for not doing something about it” the man huffed, crawling up into (Y/N)s space again, and flopping down against his chest. (Y/N) snickered, crossing his arms to grab the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, and pulling it over them.

He put his arm around Dicks waist, as he fished for the remote with the other. When he finally got his hands on it, he started surfing the channels as Dick wiggled into a comfortable position. They finally landed on a channel, which appeared to be in the middle of an episode about penguins and alike. Placing the remote down, (Y/N) placed his other arm around Dick, and got comfortable.

Dick laid his head on the others chest, and exhaled softly. Laying here made them both forget all about their cuts and bruises, pushing the aching to the back of their mind as their attention stayed on the screen. At times (Y/N) would lean down to press a kiss to Dicks forehead, the other had grabbed (Y/N)s hand, and was rubbing circles on the back of it. He would hound (Y/N) about his bruises later, now they would just stay here.

[arcade-writing]

Ok hear me out,

( marc x reader smut )

the reader is the avatar of Anubis and one say Marc is called out for a mission from Khonsu about a new avatar thats been going around so Marc gos out to fine them and once he does its like love at first site… he cant get them out of his head after that so when they meet again the reader teases Marc from when they first met and Marc gets annoyed and so kinda like a angry smut yk?

keep up the lovely fan fics!!!

This is so interesting - yes!

this is my first time writing for Marc so I'm scared i made him OOC but i tried my best to stick to his character. Hope you all enjoy! 

Rivals

🍋NSFW

pairing: Marc X reader

Warning: bandage bondage, ‘hate’ fucking, reader is a tease and so is Marc, battling for dominance through sex - kind of, love at first sight, minor degrading, hickies, mentions of a size difference, he has a big dick too, creampie

Khonshu demanded him to a new mission. Frustration clear in his voice as there was confirmation of a new avatar. Ever since Ammits defeat new avatar's were needed to protect the world. Sure enough, new ones were appearing but that also meant it was a new fresh slate. God's that were once sealed away were released and given a chance to redeem themselves. To prove they had humanities best interest.

It wasn't a surprise Anubis was quick to find his avatar. But that meant it was now Marc's job to babysit. Much to his reluctance.

As he appeared on the scene you glanced over his way. Ignoring him as you slammed down your staff, Canopic Jars circling the space around you. Dead bodies were laid out around you as your eyes glowed a bright yellow.

In the sudden burst of energy your hood fell down to reveal your face. Marc's breath hitched as he watched the way the golden glow highlight your features. You were shining as brightly as the sun.

Each of their souls flooded the jars, going into the white hearts that sat inside them. You nodded to the dead as you picked the jars up, tying them to your belt.

"Enjoy the show, Moonknight?"

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. It felt like honey to his ears. He stayed hidden in the shadows as you smirked. His heart was thumping as he stared at you.

Seeing as you were getting no response you twirled your staff to your side. Saluting him with a big smile. It was hard to not see a bulk of white in a dark alleyway, especially with those glowing eyes of his.

"See you around."

And just like that, you were gone. Knoshu's voice blared into his head, scolding him for standing around like a useless pole. Marc just huffed as he marched through the scene. It was time to clean up the mess you made.

Ever since they day he couldn't stop thinking about you. Didn't help that Steven was fanboying about seeing Anubis's work through you, even though he really wished he saw the God as well. But God's are busy.... unless you're Knoshu.

You were...hard to describe. Too many words fit you yet none of them did you justice. Marc banged his head against the wall as he groaned. Utterly fed up with himself with how he was behaving. He couldn't believe he was in late 30's and still getting crushes like this. Shouldn't he be doing taxes or something.

He ran a hand over his face as he glanced at the booze near by. Before he could even go for it, the annoying birds voice boomed in his ears. Marc deflated as the suit consumed him; glaring at the window as he knew he'd have to climb out it.

The night air felt cool against him as he glided through the air, finding his target with ease. And the fact that Khonsu was directing him. He landed, sending a kick right to someone's face. A swish of white was all he allowed them to see as he slammed his fist down someone's jaw. Switching between him and Steven whenever he needed assistance.

You watched with a grin as you sat on the rooftop. Enjoying the show. Your eyes wracked over the people lying on the floor and failed to sense any dead bodies - badly beaten and will be most likely coughing up blood - but none were dead.

"There is nothing for us here."

You glanced at your god as he towered over you. He liked to keep himself within his own realm, only assisting you by controlling your body or entering your mind. It wasn't often you saw him in the flesh.

"Can't I at least talk to him?"

Anubis sighed. knowing full well you wanted to do more than talk. But he just nodded his head with a curt 'very well' . You smiled as you jumped up from your spot, charging forward as you leaped at the man in white. Marc grunted as he grabbed your form, spinning you both around so you landed on your back. He raised a Crescent blade to you as he stared down.

"Heyy, how's it going?" You spoke up. Cringing as your head sunk into your neck. You really should of thought that through more.

Marc blinked, he couldn't believe it was you again. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh! So you can speak - I started brushing up on sign language, just incase."

His heart skipped. Did you really put in that much effort just incase he was mute? The implication you wanted to talk to him went straight to two directions. His heart and his dick.

"I won't repeat myself." He barked out, keeping his eyes in a glare.

"You do know what Anubis does, right? I send the souls of the dead to him and for the hearts to be weighed."

You manifested a jar, tapping it with your other hand as you showed to him. He could see the outline of a realistic heart carved into it.

"Any souls here?" Marc looked back at the group all laying on the floor. Some bent over bins with broken limbs. "Nope! All alive." You grinned as you waved your hand, dismissing the jar.

"I was getting worried I'd never see you again since last time you just stood there staring at me."

You huffed as you tried to sit up, only to find your legs were tangled up with his. "Which is pretty rude by the way!"

Oh god's. You were almost as chatty as Steven. Marc held back his groan as he looked up to the stars. This was who he fell for? But he couldn't bring himself to actually be mad about it. Your voice sent sparks all over his body. He'd let you talk his ears off - he was completely whipped.

"You don't ever shut up, do you?"

"No, but maybe I would if you didn't ask so many questions."

And you're a smart ass. The feeling between his legs only grew as he tried to stay composed. Trying not to think how your legs were pinned under his and spread. He could see a faint outline of your sex from how tight your pants wore. His mind was beginning to race; the things he could do to you.

You couldn't say you were in any better position. There was a reason you wanted to meet him again. You've been watching his fights for awhile. Seeing him switch between a tailored suit and his armour. Getting a peak of muscle and how tight his clothes wrapped around him.

And now you were like this - you could feel his large his body was against yours. Completely covering you. It made you highly aware of the way his hand was still tightly gripped around his weapon. It looked so small in his hand. You tried your best to not bite your lip as your mind filled with images even you would be too shy to speak of.

"You should really put that down before you poke someone's eye out." You pressed two fingers to his knuckles, lowering his hand with ease. His blade disappeared as he flexed out his hand.

"Dog got your tongue, again? get it because I work for Anubis - dog head." You gestured to your own head but you got no response.

The silence was eating away at you. You were being left alone with your thoughts for too long. You frowned as you looked up at him.

"You're not much of talker, are you? You know I've heard a lot about you, always brooding and rude- AH~!"

You both stilled as his hips pressed against yours. He didn't mean to do that - his hand was pressed firmly against your mouth. Hunched over you as your sexes pressed against each other. His mask disappeared from his face as his hood dropped. Revealing the way his cheeks were red as his eyes couldn't stop flickering down to where your bodies meet.

"Sorry-" he started, trying to move but you hugged his legs, pushing him closer.

Whatever you were saying was muffled as you kept nudging him closer. He didn't need to be a genius to understand what you were trying to say - a smirk grew on his lips as he grinded against you.

"Is that what you wanted?" He tilted his head, thrusting between his grinds making your body jerk. "No wonder you were so insistent on bothering me."

"You're just a bitch in heat."

He looked at you to see if he went too far but he watched as your eyelashes fluttered. Your eyes rolling back ever so slightly. Marc chuckled at this discovery, only making your annoyance grow.

You bit his palm making his hand clamp down on it harder. Growling as you adjusted your legs, forcing them over his as you rolled. He landed on his back with a thud as his hand dropped from your mouth. You rolled your hips as you searched for that build up on pleasure all over again.

Marc felt something light up in him. Oh, you liked a challenge. He grabbed your hips, jerking his hips up as he watched your expression falter. you tried grabbing at his hands but bandages shot out from his arms, tangling around your wrists as they pulled your arms behind you.

"Not so fast."

You huffed as he completely took over your pace. Growing more frustrated at the fabric between you two. You tugged at the restraints as you bared your teeth. Marc sat up as he kept you against him.

"Getting worked up so easily." He cooed, lips hovering over yours. You refused to close the gap no matter how much you wanted to. Keeping your mouth just grazing against his as he talked. "You've really wanted this, haven't you?"

"i preferred it when you didn't talk." You spat.

Keeping your glare level with his as your lips twitched. Adrenaline was rushing through you as his bandages tightened around your wrists. Marc barked out a laugh. Guiding your body back to the ground as the bottom part of his suit disappeared. His cock slapping against your thigh, your breath hitched at the size of It.

You wanted to slap yourself for not thinking about your suit earlier. You forced the bottom part to disappear revealing your arousal. Marc felt himself twitch at the sight of you, it was better than anything he could ever imagine.

"Go on, put it to use." You nudged your head, gesturing to his dick.

"So impatient, you think you can take this? Oh baby." His voice was filled with mocking pity. it made your ears burn.

This bastard! You sat up forcing your arms Infront of you as you wrapped them around his head. Yanking him forward, the head of his cock pressing against your hole. He groaned as his head pressed against your neck. His hand moved down to rub circles against your flesh, inserting a finger as he began to thrust. You nibbled at his exposed neck as you tried to move your hips with his movements.

Marc groaned as he tilted his head back, exposing more of his throat as he pushed his fingers in further. Going knuckles deep as he added another finger, you clenched around them with a grunt. It wasn't long for you to find that sensitive spot by his Adams apple. Biting down with a small snarl as he jerked his hips up. He held back his moan with a strained expression.

Your cheeks burned as you let out a strangled noise. Stars flashing before your eyes as you felt yourself clench. Your orgasm crashing against you as your nails dug into his cape. The sound of fabric tearing was drowned out by the sound of your own heart. Your blood rushing through your ears as you felt his fingers still pumping into you.

You tried to yank away from your restraints but it was to no avail. Cursing to yourself in your head as you pried your lips from his neck. “Please- fuck me properly.” 

Marc’s shit eating grin returned as his chest puffed out in victory. You didn't have time to whine at the loss of his fingers as the fat tip of his cock prodded your entrance. Stretching you out even more than his fingers ever could as he slowly sank into you. A groan escaped him as your walls hugged his shaft at every new inch, your body pleading to take all of him even if you refused to admit it. He knew you were bark and hardly any bite. Not even you could suppress the little noises coming out of you as he thrusted his hips up. Forcing your body to bounce up and down as your thighs slapped together. 

“See, you get what you want when you ask nicely.” 

“Fuck off.” You instantly regretted your words as he moved your hips up, only leaving the tip in as he started to shift back. “No- don't!” 

Marc let out a breathy chuckle as he moved your arms from his head. Pinning them down to the concrete floor as only your hips were in the air, balancing on his muscular thighs as he pounded into you. The sudden feeling of being full once again made your eyes cross as your back arched. Crying out in delight as his cock pressed further into you than his fingers. Drilling into that certain spot much to your relief each time. 

“Fuck baby - you feel so good.” His voice was husky as he felt himself getting close. Still staying relentless in his thrusts as his hips stuttered. Growing more sloppy as the brink grew closer and closer.  “Such a good slut,” 

Oh Gods above, thank you. He was perfect! 

A scream was ripped out of you as he bit down on your throat. Mimicking what you did to him, he sucked and nibbled your sensitive skin. Leaving trails of open mouth kisses against them as he let out grunts of pleasure. 

“Going to cum-” he warned, getting ready to pull out but you wrapped your legs more securely around his waist. Keeping him flush against you as you glared up at him, 

“Inside.” you growled out. Marc swallowed as he took in your face. Your voice was rough and desperate. Commanding and yet, he could see the way your eyes shined with need, Silently pleading him to fulfil your order. Your wish. And who was he to deny such a gorgeous face?

He spilled inside, his cum filling you up as he slowly steadied himself. Fucking his cum in deeper as you mewled, your own orgasm following soon after. 

You both panted as your highs began to die. The bandage on your wrists weaved down your arms, reaching their destination and joining his suit once more. Marc pulled your wrists to his face, checking for any marks or soreness. There was a line of red but nothing too worrisome. You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face at his tender touch. As if he didn’t just pound into you. You were sure your hips were bruised him how tight his grip was. 

There was a silence between you as Marc chewed on his words. Unable to muster them as he let out a sigh. You moved your palms to his, intertwining your fingers causing him to look at you. Gaze lingering at your joined hands. 

“I’m free tonight, my apartment is pretty far from here.” was all you said, a hopeful smile on your face. Completely shredding yourself of the bratty attitude from earlier. 

“I got left overs from this really nice Chinese restaurant.” 

“Sounds delicious.”  

He finally pulled out as he helped you to your feet. Your legs wobbling as cum dripped down your thighs. Marc had to pry his eyes away as he focused on your face. You both summoned the rest of your suits back as he picked you up bridal style, you let out a laugh as he carried you across rooftops. 

“I'm (Y/N) by the way.” 

it just hit him that he didn't even know your name until now.  He let out a loud laugh in disbelief as he shook his head. “I’m Marc.”