#and god i just wanna be done with all of it

[orb-the-watchman]

I was just gonna put this in the tags but I think this might be better just to put it in the main text. For anyone else who is struggling with current events in the States, here is some advice that's helped me out a lot.

first of all, stop using Twitter/X like full stop. you are quite literally only getting negative information from there, which is what Musk wants, and it's not helpful. Things are pretty bad, but it's not as bad as you think. We haven't lost. There are so many organizations doing a lot of work right now. I highly recommend checking out lawyers and organizations that are fighting against Trump/Elon's policies.

The ACLU is my favorite, it's a great place to start. check out the national ACLU along with your local one. they hold lots of events and information that are very helpful. Make sure you are not only getting negative information!

If you have one. I also recommend local pride organizations as well. research what's local to you! get connected and involved. if there is a specific policy you are most concerned about. I guarantee an org or lawsuit is fighting against it. go find it!

Remember they want you to feel depressed and scared and hopeless! there's a reason why they're doing this all at once. not to say you should feel bad if you feel those things of course. it's valid and okay! just know you don't have to feel that way. the reason so much is coming out so quickly is to overwhelm- so people cannot focus on a singular order, when there are so many of them.

it's going to be ok, but it's going to be different.

“The reason we face the worst is not to fall into despair. the reason we face the worst is because it helps us imagine the best," A quote from A.R Moxon's “The Worst and the Dimmest” article. highly recommend you give that a read as well.

Feeling rough lately.

[goaskangel]

perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf yayaya

toji wouldn’t necessarily call himself a cherry chaser but when he laid his eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you. you’re just so much softer and gentle and sweeter than he could ever be, he craved to feel your soft lips on his scarred skin and smell the aroma of your perfumes and scented lotions. 

and you thought it was just so cool, that a big guy like toji would wanna be with somebody like you. you should’ve at least expected it sooner, that he would want something from you. you can’t help yourself! you’re just too nervous, too shy to give yourself to a man, even if he was the most handsome and sexiest guy you’d ever met. he’s awfully touchy and lovey and part of you just feels bad. you’re too unsure of dressing in front of him, too diffident to keep a kiss going, but you really wanted to make sure he felt good.

but toji loves you, so he sticks around. tells you about all the other ways you could make him feel so good.

he lays you down comfortably on his bed as he unbuckles his belt.

“mmm, i don’t know, toji. never done this before.”

giving you a reassuring grin and nod while retrieving your hand in his bigger palm, “don’t gotta do anything, baby. don’t know why you’re so worried, i’ll handle everything. jus’ sit there all pretty for me.” he snaps his boxers off just below the pudge of his cock, and god he’s big. he takes your hesitant hand and manipulates it around. you whine gently when your fingertips squish up against a vein, he swears under his breath as he wraps his hand around your pliable one. slowly at first, he starts to stroke himself with your palm. he’s raging hard and he can tell if he doesn’t concentrate on not coming immediately on your inexperienced hand, he’ll shoot. and he can’t let this opportunity go to waste so quickly. 

“you’re so hard…” you’re practically hypnotized, the way big drops of pre pumps out of his leaky cockhead and coats his foreskin and length in a shiny layer makes your mouth water. “god, i’m always this way around you, doll. make me feel like–like a teenager again.” his breath hitches when he feels you trying to go faster, allowing it.

“mhm, that’s good.” he grips your hand tighter and bucks impatiently into your palm, your hand now slippery and gooey with his sticky pre. “thinking about that tight cunt you’re too shy about. you wondering what i’d feel like inside you? inside that tight, virgin pussy?”

“toji, stop it.” you pout at his words, they are working considering how tight you have your thighs clamped. you always wonder about it. especially now, seeing his thick cock just weeping in front of you. how he’d prep you up and talk about how he’s been waiting for this day, pushing his chubby tip through the tight ring of your heat. you can’t take your eyes away from how fucking big he is. your fingers start to cramp when he races them against himself, coming incredibly hard into the air onto your wrist. big, heavy load just sitting on your knuckles and his rough jeans. next time he won’t let that go to waste!

masterlist

[bdbueckers]

trust me? | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sub!paige, soft dom!reader, sex toy usage, spit, slight tribbing, fingering, overstimulation(?), i think that’s all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 4.4k (pwp)

summary: reader wants to try something new with paige after an impromptu trip to the sex store. based on this request!

author's note: i couldn't finish up the fic that i wanted to upload for valentine's day so we're scrapping it for now and ima leave y'all with this! it's different for me to write sub!paige but i think i like how it came out and maybe i'll get more into it for future posts! once again, thank you to the anon that sent this request, hopefully you enjoy it a little more than everyone else! (ngl i didn’t really proofread this so we’re giving it to god…and as always if you hate it idc DON’T tell me)

also that uconn vs south carolina game has given me the serotonin boost needed to carry me through this month AND march, they make me so proud😭 y’all better be tuned in for the game tonight vs seton hall :) i’m manifesting more pg paige and some beautiful uconn hoops!

okay sorry i’m done talking, enjoy! x

nervous was an understatement. how do you bring up the idea of topping your girlfriend…to her? considering you hadn’t thought about how to do so prior to this moment, the nerves seemed normal.

you took a spontaneous trip to your favorite sex shop without telling paige and you blacked out when you got inside, overwhelmed by all the options without your girlfriend by your side to give you her opinion. 

immediately once you had eyes on it you’d settled for a dual bullet vibrator, paired with a remote. the thought of paige using it on you immediately causes you to hold your breath a little. but the thought of you using it on her had you b-lining to the register and giddy and running up the stairs at home to hide it while she was asleep on the couch.

after some pondering, you’d figured it would be a little too easy to ask. it was essentially a yes or no question, and she’d honestly answer in a heartbeat, but you wanted to ensure that she’d be at your mercy.

you settled on the idea of a nice candlelit dinner for the both of you to butter her up. then you’d “pop the question”. 

you were back out of the house as soon as you’d returned, texting paige that you were heading out for some groceries, tucking the “gift” away.

by the time you were back she was wide awake and pretty tuned in to whatever she had playing on the tv. she heard you coming in the door and met you there to greet you sweetly and take any bags from your hands. she sets them down on the counter and starts to reach in, almost too fast for you to remember that she was supposed to be hands off and out of the kitchen for tonight.

“noo, wait let me do it! i wanna cook dinner for you so i’ll put things away.“

“cook for me? baby, what’s the occasion? literally we just celebrated valentine’s day.” okay, so she was already asking you questions.

“shh, no occasion. i just love you and i want to practice making some things. then i’ll be cooking for you all the time instead of…almost never” you respond in a rush, sort of frowning at the last part but still prying her hands off the bags and lightly pushing her out of the kitchen.

you can hear her muttering under her breath but nonetheless she turns on her heels to press a kiss to your lips and whisper a quick “missed you” before turning back around to leave.

your heart swells in your chest at the thought of how sweet she is to you while you put away everything and set out what you were gonna make.

you wanted to get a little fixed up, or at least out of one pair of sweatpants and into another. slipping past paige, who was once again focused on the tv, you headed upstairs. 

after putting on the smallest bit of makeup and fiddling with your hair you grin at your reflection in the mirror. the thought of getting pretty for your girlfriend enough to make your stomach jump. you throw on a pair of loose fitting pants and one of your teenier tops. you’d even saved up to buy another overpriced lingerie set and you had it on underneath, intending for p to see you in it and immediately want it off.

paige walks into the bathroom ready to shower and stops directly behind you in the mirror, letting out a small noise of shock. 

“all this for me? okay now i really need to know what’s going on.” she questions, now standing so close that you could feel her body heat on your back.

“nothing is going on! i told you i wanted to cook for you tonight, can’t i look good while doing it?” you reply, holding eye contact with her in the mirror and ending your sentence with a mini eye roll.

she lifts a hand from her side and places it right underneath your bust, slightly on your ribs, pulling you even further into her.

“you always look good for me baby, but i’ll let you have this.” she teases, kissing your temple and continuing her stride to the shower.

as soon as she was facing away from you, you were staring hard. watching the muscles in her back strain against her shirt when she reached for a towel, you trailed your eyes up and down her frame.

you wish you had her underneath you right now.

stopping yourself you huff slightly and make your way down to the kitchen to get started on dinner. you get in with the “harder” more time consuming parts first so you could focus and shortly the whole process starts to breeze by. 

everything thus far was perfect, especially for a meal that didn’t technically require a recipe.

you hear the water of the shower shut off and a few other noises upstairs. this allows you to anticipate paige emerging from your shared bedroom and getting a whiff of the home cooked meal, immediately on track to fold for you like you needed. 

when she does make her way into the kitchen you’re standing over a cutting board gathering some stuff to chop.

“it smells so good in here baby, oh my god” you hear paige from behind you. then you feel her. hands gravitating to your hips as always and she gently places her chin on your shoulder, her front molding to your back.

“i’m just making a lil something…since i was finally given some time to put some groceries in the fridge. we’re gonna eat something home cooked and actually fulfilling tonight, no fast food, no take out. made with lots of love.” you say, a smile plastered on your face at the domestic feel of this entire moment.

just you and the prettiest girl in the world, standing in your shared living space while you prepared dinner as a way to treat yourselves. 

“i don’t even know what you’re making and i’m drooling over it, guess you’ve still got your touch.” she teases, nudging your cheek with her nose and leaving a light smack on your ass.

“STILL? get out of the kitchen.” you respond, stifling a laugh of your own at how ridiculous she was. “it’s almost done and i’ve already set the table, maybe pour yourself a glass of wine and get out of my way?”

“yes ma’am.” she snorts, holding her hands up in fake defense and shaking her head a little.

you quickly plate everything, mentally saving yourself a pat on the back for how good it truly did look.

sneaking a peek into the dining room you see paige on her phone, eyes low and cheeks already a little rosy as a result of her now finished glasses of wine.

“hey pretty girl, dinner is ready!” you call out, assuming she’d want to carry your plates to the table as she always did.

her lips form an “o” as she locks eyes with the food on the counter and then her eyes pan over to you. if looks could talk her eyes would definitely be confessing their love to you right now. 

feeling shy under her gaze you shake your head and go in for a hug, slightly nuzzling into her chest. you pull back, tilt your head up, and she’s already looking back at you. you both pull back cheesing, not needing to say much.

“babe this is a little too much, you didn’t have to– wait, are you tryna butter me up?” paige breaks the silence.

“butter you up? mmm, maybe…but that doesn’t mean i didn’t want to cook for you. it’s like the cherry on top, please just enjoy yourself baby c’mon!” you plead, stepping back from her to hold her hands in your own.

“okay…” she mutters, before repeating the words cherry on top underneath her breath and giggling. 

she grabs your plates and walks them to the table as you follow closely behind and take your spot across from her.

you’re only two bites in before you hear her again, “okay but seriously what is it? the suspense is killing me.”

“can’t you just eat your food first?” you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite.

“i think we both know i can multitask, answer the question.” she responds, taking a bite of her food and a sip from her wine glass.

“i promise you will find out when we finish our meal,” you dodge again.

paige smacks her lips a little, a smile fighting for its life to stay hidden.

she does let it go, or so you’d hoped. and dinner goes well. eventually you’re just poking at what’s left on your plate while paige rambles a little. she’d cleared whatever she had in front of her a bit ago but you’d managed to get her talking to avoid her disrupting your own train of thought.

she pauses between sentences and your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.

“p, you trust me right?” you genuinely ask, already nervous again.

“of course baby, what’s going on?” she asks, placing her hand over yours on the table.

“i, i got uh– well i wanna show you something, if that’s okay?” you taunt a bit, lacing your fingers together and getting up from your seat at the table.

her eyebrows furrow a little and she smirks before getting up with you. you begin leading her to your bedroom and stop a few paces from the door to face her. you place your hands on her chest, before allowing them to creep up and secure behind her neck.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, a very visible glint in your eyes.

before she can respond you pull her down to your height and connect your lips. you sigh into the kiss when you feel her hands immediately on your ass and her tilting her head to deepen the kiss. you open your mouth the slightest bit and feel her tongue meet your own. if you weren’t hot before from the wine, you definitely were now. 

you pull back completely and smirk before turning around and heading directly into the bedroom, a slight sway in your hips.

you guide paige onto the bed and she plops down a little, you perched at her side.

“earlier today, i was shopping around and i found something that i wanted to see if you’re interested in.” you trail off, getting up to fetch the discreet packaging that you knew for a fact paige was familiar with.

“mhm, and what is this ‘something’?” she proceeds, holding up her own air quotes. her eyes on yours and one of her eyebrows raised the tiniest bit. almost challenging you.

you pull the toy out of the bag, seeing as you had already taken them out of their packaging earlier to prep.

paige’s expression is hard to read and you can tell she’s leaving space for you to answer her unspoken questions, her breath hitching.

you climb on top of her holding the toy at your side. you catch her eyes fell onto your lips, glossy and parted to speak.

“i just saw this and thought we could try something new? specifically me, trying it out on the both of us.” you ask, or tell her rather. voice a little low but not wavering at all.

“baby i’m all yours, i want whatever you want.” she utters, hands lightly gripping your thighs.

“i’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smile.

you lean down, your weight falling onto your hand that’s now right beside paige’s head. you hold eye contact for as long as you can before you connect your lips again in another kiss. this one less gentle, some notable urge behind it. paige moans immediately kissing back, her hands back on your ass when your tongue slips between her lips to meet her own. 

you pull back to catch your breath, also opting to shed your shirt and reveal your other surprise for her. 

“fuck, are you serious?” paige groans. immediately drawn to the teacup bralette that held your tits just right, but also left you exposed with the mesh on the front of it.

“you like?” you ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on her face.

“baby you know i do, cmon” 

“let me show you the rest of it then?” you finish, pushing up onto your knees so you could rid yourself of your pants.

your panties are the same mesh as the bralette, but they’re lacking the smallest piece of fabric. 

they’re crotchless.

you swear you can see the girl in front of you drool a little when she realizes. paige’s eyes are blown out and her mouth is agape when she sees you kneeling in front of her, practically naked.

“do you wanna shed some layers too p? i’m getting impatient,” you tease, watching as she scoffs a little before sitting up to pull her own shirt over her head. 

you have to stop yourself from getting too distracted by her taut abdomen and the little bit of cleavage that’s exposed when she presses her arms together, tugging her sleeves off. as soon as the shirt hits the floor of your bedroom you have your hands in the waistband of her pants, locking eyes with her. she tilts her head in a small nod that signals you to continue.

when you’re both lacking a good amount of clothing you crawl over her. your panties allowing your bare clit to rest on her lap and you hiss at the contact. you grab her hand and place it over your front, hinting at her to fondle your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette.

“you’re unreal,” you hear paige utter from underneath you, her eyes watching your puffy clit glide messily over her slightly covered bottom half. the sight causes you to swallow a mix of a chuckle and a moan.

“yeah? tell me more.” you respond, breathless as you reach for her other hand, bringing two of her fingers up to your mouth. you kiss them gently and then wrap your lips around her fingertips.

knowing that this gets her going you’re not shocked at how her eyelids flutter before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“you cooked me dinner and now you’re dressed in some of the best lingerie i’ve ever seen, plus you got your pussy in my lap. that’s as good as it gets, baby.” paige answers you, pinching your nipple between two of her fingers and smirking when you sigh and lick at your already glossy lips.

“only the best for you,” you start, pulling her hand away from your lips and toying at the waistband of her underwear, ready for those to come off too.

when her bottom half is completely bare you reach for the vibrators on the bed. 

“take off your bra.” you demand, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend whilst putting some more distance between the two.

she complies easily and now she is beneath you, completely naked. a slight sheen of sweat on her chest that’s rising and falling a little quicker than before. she’s nervous.

you down and place a hand on her hip while you tongue at her nipples, they’re already hard from being exposed to the air in your bedroom. you don’t miss how pretty she sounds when she lets out a whine, her hand securing itself on the back of your head to hold you closer if even possible. 

“for once i just want to please you baby, i think this is the perfect way to make sure that we both get what we need. just lay back for me and enjoy yourself.” you utter into the empty silence, voice breathy while you sit up again and take one end of the toy, putting it in your mouth to wet.

paige’s mouth opens and she doesn’t say anything but you can tell she’s trying hard not to.

with the remote in your hand you immediately switch the speed to 2 and place it on the nipple that your mouth was on moments ago.

paige arches her back off the bed slightly, eyes immediately squeezing shut. this is already everything you want and you’re just getting started.

“fuck, baby what are you doing–“

“ah ah, remember just enjoy yourself, let me worry about what’s going on.” you shush her, circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet.

she looks beautiful under you like this. her cheeks are red, head thrown back in pleasure as her hips start to move beneath you on instinct.

“m-more, please i want more” she moans, lifting her head up, only to drop it again when she gets sight of you. 

your hair is a little messy from tossing your head side to side and the look in your eyes is sultry. plus you’ve got a vibrator held onto her nipple and she swears she can see a wet spot on her skin from you rutting against her. if it was possible she would’ve cum just from watching you touch her.

“more? what do you want? baby you have to tell me.” you taunt, already gripping the other end of the vibrator in your free hand.

“i’m so wet, i know you can feel it. t-touch me? please? mmmh–“ she cuts herself off when she feels the vibrations on her nipple intensify. the speed was now at 3…and then it was at 4.

“you’re even prettier when you beg p, have i ever told you that?”

“n-no, fuck” she hisses.

“well, you’re usually so in control. i just have to say i love seeing you like this.”

with a light touch you trace some shapes on the outside of her thigh before spreading her legs, your eyes immediately drawn to the wet spot underneath her on her bed. 

“you weren’t lying baby, you’re already making a mess and i haven’t even done anything yet.” you don’t give her much time to say anything in response, gathering all the spit into your mouth and pushing it from your lips so that it lands on her clit in a glob. it’s nasty, just how you both like it and paige lets out another surprisingly high pitched noise. her hole clenching around nothing.

sitting back on your heels between her legs you take your hand that’s holding the vibrator to her nipple and you switch sides. when you see how puffy and red the one that was previously receiving attention is, you almost feel bad, but that feeling doesn’t last long. 

while paige is trying to catch her breath you take the other end of the vibrator and start tracing circles around her clit, before pulling it away again. she cries out, realizing that you were going to keep teasing her.

landing a smack on her hip to get her to drop them down towards the bed again you drag the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, your eyes never leaving her face as she was putting on a show.

“mmm– please just do something baby, anything. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” paige whines, then reaches out for you. you lean away from her touch.

“you’re good with the safe word?” you ask, tone a little more serious than you intended.

“yes of course baby, just– OH FUCK!”

before she can say anything else you’re pushing the bullet into her fluttering hole, holding in a moan at how tight she is.

“how’s that?” you tease, completely inserting the toy.

“shit– it’s perfect baby,”

“i bet.”

pulling away the end of the vibrator that was on her nipple you lean down again to take it in your mouth. once more she’s cradling your head, this time a little harder. she wants you close, it’s cute.

using little force you pump the bullet into her, listening for her sounds of satisfaction. 

pulling off of her nipple with a pop you watch as she fights to pry her eyes open.

“baby, k-kiss me?” she says, or rather pleads.

your heart beats faster at how desperate she sounds. you grant her the kiss and it’s hot, sloppy, and leaves a string of spit between the two of you when you pull away while she chases after you with her lips.

“my god p, you’re such a good girl for me. who would’ve thought?” you whisper right in her face, smirking a little as she huffs in disappointment when you lean back and away from her again.

“i’ll be a good girl for you any time you want baby, just please don’t stop.” she groans, gushing around the toy inside of her.

“oh really, any time? you promise?” 

an image flashes in your head and before you can think about it too much you’re releasing paige’s leg from your grip, pulling the vibrator out of her and increasing the speed to 5. you pull your left leg up and drape it over her right, almost in a split, pulling the vibrator out of her and pressing it down on her clit with a good amount of pressure. 

her upper half jolts once again, as she raises her head just in time to watch you press your clit down on the vibrator as well, sandwiching it between the two of you.

paige almost screams when you put your entire weight down. your own jaw falls slack and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“p, oh my god– FUCK i can’t believe i thought of this. you’re doing so good, my messy baby. i wish you could see yourself right now.”

leaning down to smack a wet kiss in the middle of her chest you grab the remote in your free hand and turn up the speed to 6. whimpering and crying out into paige’s skin that’s beneath your lips. another loud whine leaves the back of her throat, followed by a grunt and a string of curses.

“i-i can’t”

“you can.”

you use her mouth to wet two of your fingers, she sucks on them sloppily, barely able to focus on the action due to the intense pressure on her clit from both you and the vibrator. you pull them from her lips, with a pop, before you trail them down to between her thighs, circling her hole one last time with your fingertips.

“SHIT– i’m so close baby” paige yelps, starting to huff her breaths out faster when she feels you pressing down harder, using your weight to move the shiny bullet against the both of you slightly. 

she attempts to close her legs around your hand and fails due to the position you were in.

“i know pretty girl i know, m-me too, just hold out a little more hmm?”

turning the vibrator to its highest speed of 7 you pump your middle and ring finger into paige, choking on your own breath at the feeling of her clenching around you and the bullet beneath you violating your clit at this point. 

paige lets out a sob, bringing one of her arms to cover her face. you reach up with the hand that’s not inside of her and rip her arm back. you watch her intently, tears hot and heavy on her cheeks blurring her vision.

“fuck–, paige you look so perfect when you cry.”

“it hurts so good baby, don’t stop“

“you’re close aren’t you? give it to me, cmon, i’m right there with you. i want all you’ve got.”

at this point you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but you don’t give a fuck, trying to hold onto your orgasm intending for the girl underneath you to finish first.

and finish she did. smacking your hand off of her arm she reaches down to hold your hips still against her own, tears falling rapidly from her eyes now. 

you don’t know if she’s just really spent or if it’s you that’s spent because you can’t register the words coming out of her mouth while she’s riding out her high. except the last three she matters as soon as you pull your fingers from her leaking cunt.

“i love you”

this sends you over the edge and you have to use every little bit of strength left in you not to collapse directly into paige. 

moaning pornography as your hole spasms around nothing you can only withstand the vibrator for another millisecond before you reach down to snatch it off of the two of you.

you do actually fall onto paige after this but she’s starting to catch her breath now so she welcomes you with open arms, still panting loudly.

you lay a mess between her legs with your head on her chest and your body trembling a little.

when you calm down enough you crane your neck to get a glimpse of your girlfriend. your hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the remainder of tears from her face.

“p, you did so well for me baby. thank you for letting me try that with you” you whisper, pecking her chest gently.

she doesn’t open her eyes, you assume she probably can’t after the amount of energy that orgasm must’ve exerted from her. but she replies nonetheless.

“i already told you, i’ll do anything for you anytime you want. all you have to do is ask.” 

“yeah yeah whatever, just kiss me and go to sleep.”

she actually does open her eyes. they’re glossed over and a little red and puffy from the crying but just as you had mentioned earlier, she looked so gorgeous. 

lifting her head just enough to meet you halfway she slots her lips against your own. the entire moment is so sweet, your entire body feels warm again. the thought of this girl being yours for the rest of your life crosses your mind.

when you pull back you’ve got a goofy grin on your face and you rest your head back on her chest before letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes again. 

paige’s body moves a little and you recognize the motion as her chuckling, before she opens her mouth one final time.

“i can’t wait to use that toy on you next. only. on you.”

[fadedmunson]

wild horses | p. pascal

pairing ; pedro pascal x fem!reader :p (reader speaks some spanish)

summary ; cute lil fluff with the one & only mr pascallllll oooooooooo

warnings ; some suggestive comments (?) basically fluff

a/n ; AHHHHH finally writing for the loml after what feels like forever (i KNOW y'all saw that snl special cmonnnn)

"nena, come to bed please," pedro whines underneath atleast 3 blankets

"inna' minute i promise," you answer mindlessly, you eyes still glued to your laptop on your table

work was being such a pain in the ass right now, you nearly contemplated just shutting off the computer and quitting your job. sure, it's not luxurious or the most fun, but the job lets you work remotely so you can be home, which is wherever you and pedro are

today, home is his house in la. the sun is setting on the west coast and it peaks into his bedroom, creating a golden shade of yellow that spilled into the linen sheets he was laying on. his arm glimmering in the warm sunlight as buried his head into the fluffed pillows.

pedro was pretty jetlagged from just having gotten back to LA after doing the snl 50th anniversary, so you didn't complain or question him when he asked demanded you to come over once his plane landed. you agreed with an exception, he lets you get some work done. easy, right? right? WRONG

you forgot how much he loooooves to distract you

pulling up a chair beside you to pepper your cheek and exposed shoulder in kisses, toying with your idle hand and rings while telling you how pretty your nail polish is, braiding small pieces of your hair and reminisce about all the people he talked to in the city, saying 'fuck it' and just fully picking you up from the office chair and throwing you over his shoulder into the room, smacking your ass as you squeal and giggle for him to put you down

"and pedro is ready to finish her off," he exclaimed in a faux announcer voice as he walks over to his bed

"cariño please show mercy!" you plead, writhing in his arms, but his grip just gets tighter

"nuh-uh, you can't escape. now, for my final move; the smackdown knock-out!" you squeeze your eyes shut and yelp as he alabama slams you into the soft comforters before flopping right next to you.

you open your eyes and blink a couple times then turning your head to see him innocently tucking some of your hair behind your ear and interlocking his hand with yours

"hey pretty," he whispers while he kissing your knuckles and palm

you smile softly, taking your other hand and scratch his scalp before replying "hi handsome."

he scoots a little closer until his head is right on your shoulder, hiding his whole face into your neck

"how'd i do on my sketch? hope you were watching," he asks while wrapping his arms around your waist and you visibly see him untense more if that's even possible

"oh of course i was, how could i miss out on ronaldo? he was the sexiest brother in my opinion." you teased while caressing his arms around your waist

he lifts his head up a little "careful sweetness. if i didn't know any better, i'd say you have a crush on me." he playfully warned

"pfffffttt, as if!" you say before scooting down to be eye level with his face.

you press a kiss to his nose, the both his now slightly flushed cheeks, his forehead, the corner of his mouth, and hover over his lips before suddenly pulling away

"god im so tired!" you dramatically moan and let out a loud yawn

pedro grabs your entire face and crashes his lips into yours, completely melting into each other

his hands find solace on your waist as your hands gently grab face, feeling the stubble tickle your palms

you pull away first and you see a little pout forming on his lips

you have no idea why but it makes you completely smitten when he does that, so you give him what he wants.

tiny little pecks all over his face, the last one being accentuated with a short little 'mwah' before you pull away and see his eyes closed and a wide ass grin

"wanna watch fanny and alexander?" you gently ask while tapping your fingers on his neck

his eyes shoot open and instantly find your face

"god, i love you so much" is all you hear as he topples all his weight on you in a crushing bear hug, leaving you breathless and full of laughter

[selfloverrrrrr]

An insult

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, Noncon, revenge, bratty reader, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Gojo's POV

Y/n...she knows all of us from when we all joined jujutsu high. Because she's the only daughter of principal Yaga. In short she's a bitch! She thinks she owns everything just because she's the daughter of the principal. I especially don't know why... She hates me. A lotttt. And always make me get punishments from the teachers for no reason!

I can kill her if I want to. She even knows that. But I can't because she's the daughter of the fucking principal. And she also knows it damn well that I can't do anything. She pisses me off. But oh godddddd she's so damn hot. 10 years passed. She's become MORE hot than those days. Every time I see her. She makes my heart skip a beat.

But if she shuts the fuck up for a second. Can she just not talk to me normally for a second?! She's goddamn lucky that she's Yaga's daughter. She also works in jujutsu high. That's why I can see her more often. God that pretty face, that sexy body. How can't a guy fall for it. Oh the way I can ruin her. Make her beg for more......

But she hates me. I don't think she hates anyone more than me. It was lunch break. I went inside the office and sat on my chair. Shoko and y/n were already there. I stretched my legs on the table. I looked at y/n and smirked. She's currently busy checking a file. "Why are you wasting your lunch break with those stupid files?" I asked.

"at least I'm not wasting my life like yours" she replied. There she starts again! "You think being the strongest is a waste of life?" I asked. "Idk about being the strongest.... but being Gojo Satoru is really a waste of life" she replied. "You know what?-" but Shoko didn't let me finish. "Alright alright you two shut up and I'm going out for smoke. Don't kill eachother " she said and went out.

Y/n's POV

Lunch break was almost done. I went up from my seat and was about to get out of the room. "Wait. I wanna talk" Gojo said. "What now?" I asked. "You know I'm having free time after a long time next week" Gojo said with a grin. "Ok. Congratulations to you" I replied. He rolled my eyes. "Y/n come on! Can you please not act like you just don't know I love you. Ik that yk." He replied.

"yeah I know. And what do you want me to do? Like OH MY GOD GOJO SATORU??? YOU WANNA DATE ME???? You want me to act like that?" I asked. "No. At least don't ignore my flirting" he said. "Those are shitty flirting. And what do you want me to react? Like I'm gonna spread my legs or something?" I asked. "I think the word bitch was invited because of you" he said.

"well thank you... that's a compliment for me" I replied. "I'm pretty sure you have lost your brain somewhere" he said. "Atleast I didn't lost my bestfriend like you did. And look at the plot.... you met him after 10 years and he got killed by you" I replied. And the look on Gojo's face. If looks could kill anyone I would have been DEAD! Did I really said too much? Cause for the first time I was scared of him.

He was silent and looking at me with anger. Then he took a deep breath and smiled. He went up from his seat. No no no this is bad he's scaring me! He started walking towards me and I walked backwards. Until my back touched the wall. He was now standing in front of me. I was looking at him with scared eyes. He leaned towards me. Faces inches away. His smile was so creepy.

My heart felt like it's gonna burst now. Idk if he was about to say something but in that moment Yaga came there. "Gojo? Oh you're here. God! What are you two doing? Quarrelling again?" He asked. "Anyways. Gojo you're not having free time next week. None of us going to have it. We all are going shibuya today. There's someone put on a veil which only wants you to be in there. We're moving there today" Yaga said. Gojo just nodded and went out.

As they both went out. I sit on my seat. My hands were shaking. Fuck fuck fuck fuck..... okay clam down clam down. I told myself. I almost saw my death there. I know he can kill me in seconds if he wants to. Did I really say too much this time? I was thinking when Shoko entered. She almost rushed into the room. "gosh, you're alive? Thank God. I thought Gojo already killed you" she said. I tried my best not to look nervous. "Why?" I asked.

"Gurl in my whole life I've never seen him with that much rage. The door outside of our corridor? He slammed that door close and it literally broke into pieces! He didn't even look back. Did anything happen between you two?" She asked. "W-what? NO. I mean ofcourse not" I replied. "You sure? He was really angry... like I've never seen that man in that much rage" she said. "No nothing happened.... let's just go home. We have to go to Shibuya today evening" I said and we both headed out.

We all went to our home to pack all of our bags. But the tension was circling inside me. Y/n relax...he won't do anything. Of course he won't.... You're the daughter of yaga... I told myself. "You done?" A voice came and I jolted. "Oh dad, you! You scared me. Yeah I'm done" I replied. "Okay then let's go" he said and I nodded. The journey wasn't that concerning cause Gojo wasn't in our compartment. When we reached Shibuya we couldn't go to the Vail cause it's only for Gojo. We were fighting the curses out side when the news came that Gojo got sealed....... then the mess began.

[So many people died. Sukuna took over Yuji's body and created a huge mess. Yaga got executed. Then Gojo Satoru got unsealed.]

Gojo's POV

"ah fuck my shoulder hurts.... gonna sleep on the mattress after soooo long time" I said and was unlocking the door of the hotel room I bought for myself to stay. But couldn't get time to stay here for a day because of the seal. Everyone got their own rooms in hotel tho. Of course we sorcerers have to stay somewhere. I stretched my arms and went inside. Then clicked the door shut.

I took off my shoes. Then walked inside. Washing my face and taking a shower I went inside the bedroom. And and and.... what I see there? Y/n laying on my bed. Sleeping deeply. Clinging on the side pillow. Her satin night dress rode up her hips. Revealing her panties and fuller ass. A smirk came on my lips. But what is she doing here? I picked up my phone and called Shoko.

"hello?" She answered the call. "Shoko, I didn't expect this surprise for me" I replied looking at y/n's figure. She's breathing calmly. "What surprise?" Shoko asked. "Y/n in my bed" I replied. "Ohhhh...I totally forgot to tell you... The room she booked for herself was destroyed after Sukuna's attack. And you were sealed so we gave her your room's kye to her to use it. You can use my room and I'll use yours with y/n" she replied.

"Shoko..... Yaga is dead now. Isn't he?" I asked. "Yeah... Almost 3 weeks" she replied. "So you still think I'm gonna leave my fun for which I waited for years?" I asked with a grin. Shoko laughed on the other side. "Yeah..... fine. Do whatever you want. Buy me an expensive wine tomorrow and some cigarettes" she said. "Oh I'll buy you 5 bottles" I replied and ended the call. "Now now now....we had some shits pending" I said and climbed on the bed.

Y/n's POV

I was sleeping. Suddenly I woke up. I felt something weird. Something wet on my... stomach? I opened my eyes and backed away thinking it's a curse. Then realised it's Gojo sitting infront of me? He was giving open mouthed kisses on my belly? I was shocked, scared, confused at the same time. "W-what are you doing?!" I asked. And he was smirking at me?!

"first of all you're in my room" he replied. "When the hell did you get unsealed?!" I asked almost loudly. He was staring at me. As if this is my nightmare. "Today. And....You still disrespecting me?" He asked and grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him with his one hand and made me sit on his lap. I screamed when he did. I knew it's not because I just talked like that... it's for the old matter. I heard him chuckled.

"you're already scared of me? We didn't even start talking" he said gripping tightly my leg. "Gojo I got injured in that leg stop gripping it tightly" I said trying to lose his grip. "Then you should spread your legs willingly or it'll hurt you" he said. "H-huh?" I was stunned. Is he really going insane?! "You heard me" he said with a smirk. I started panicking. "Gojo listen I'm sorry... i-i shouldn't have said that" I apologise.

He chuckled. So you know how huge mistake you've done?" He said. His hand trailing under my dress. I tried to stop his hand. "Gojo P-Please... don't do this I'm sorry" I said. "Yaga died and your so called ego died too?" He said. He grabbed me by my hair and kissed me. I pushed his chest and he didn't move an inch?! He forced his tongue inside me. "I knew you'll taste good" he said.

"Gojo Stop this! P-Please" I was so scared. "Oh we're just getting started I'm gonna take revenge of all your bratty attitude of all those years" he said and trailed open mouth kisses from my jaw then neck then collarbone. I tried to pull his hair. But no no no. No chance. "Why are you still dressed?" He said between kisses.

He tore off my dress. I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. I was just left in my panties. "No bra? You were waiting for this?" He asked and leaned to lick my nipple. His was teasing too much. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I screamed so loudly.

"Leave me... P-Please I beg you.... Gojo please" I begged. "Baddie is begging now?" He said with his smirk. When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Gojo please...." I begged again but he didn't listen to me. He brought his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Oh...someone is wet~.... so you're liking being a slut huh?" he whispered with a smirk.

He took off his pant. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. "What slut? Thinking can't take it?" He said. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. " Gojo Gojo no.... please no .... Gojo please no... It's too big.... it's not gonna fit." I sobbingly begged him. " should have think before you open your bitchy mouth... especially that day" He whispered in my ear.

"I won't I won't... P-Please I won't again" I cried out. He slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was through my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he liked it so much. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself.

"Look at yourself whore....fucking clenching around my dick like a whore you are" With a few more thrust I came. He again smirked at me. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed. I was crying like an helpless.... "Gojo P-Please I won't do that again" was the only thing coming out of my mouth. Vision was blurry by my tears. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He didn't pull out yet.

"you know I deserve everything I want. I didn't say a shit to you for whatever you said just because you were yaga's daughter and I always liked you. If it was anyone else... would've dead from the first day " he said looking at me. He leaned towards me. "And you know what... you're hot. And ofcourse I'm the only one who's gonna get you anyways..... so how does it feels to fucking up your own life?" He whispered in my ear and chuckled.....

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[matchpointfaist]

dilf! art

he finally worked up the nerve to text you after a long two days, after much deliberation of if this was even ethical, if pursuing his peers daughter made him a creep. he decided that, no, it didn’t. your dad was older than him, and he still spent time surrounded by athletes your age anyway. plus, you had to be interested, or you would have never given him the time of day. with all that in mind, he sent you a simple text.

‘hey, it’s art. how are you?’

you replied soon after, casting a small smile across his face.

‘hi! i’m good, you? i didn’t see you around the courts this morning.’

god, had you looked for him? the thought twisted into something obscene so quickly that he had to blink it away, shaking his head and trying to regain focus.

‘i’m at home, actually. have an event this afternoon in the city.’

it was safe, he told himself. small talk with an acquaintance, that’s all. just friendly.

‘oo, what event? that’s such a funny coincidence, i’ll be in the city tonight as well at the club’s charity gala.’

oh, god. oh, he was so fucked. an entire night, with you, in a semi intimate setting. your father would probably be there. hell, his ex wife would probably be there.

‘i’ll be there too. small world.’

his throat was dry as he sent the message, his teeth worrying over his bottom lip, a mix of dread and excitement curling in his stomach.

‘see you tonight then! xx’

art, embarrassingly, spent the entire car ride to the gala psyching himself up for seeing you. he went over all the variables and possibilities, all the ways that he needed to avoid making a complete fool of himself, all the ways he wanted to impress you.

time stopped when he saw you, your satin dress sparkling in the light, your laugh carrying through the room and going straight to his head. your dress was short and your heels were tall and you looked like a fucking model, like a daydream, a vision of tanned legs and shimmery makeup.

“oh, mr. donaldson!” the sound of his name from your lips snapped him from his trance, and he smiled the best he could, practically buzzing with your proximity, “i’m glad you made it. here, i saved you a seat next to me. my father couldn’t make it, so it was empty,”

“oh, thank you,” he grabbed a champagne flute from a passing server, trying not to let his gaze linger too much as you lead him to the seats, your hips swaying with every step. it was gonna be a long night, he thought to himself. especially without your father to be a buffer.

thankfully, once you took your seats, the long droning of speeches started. over an hour of pledges and donation announcements and information on the benefits of the charity, things that he didn’t particularly care about but was suddenly grateful for, since it kept him from making any reckless mistakes involving you.

god, you. you’d been drinking champagne like it was going to disappear, glass after glass without any other substance to keep you from getting too drunk. you were giggling by the time the speeches wrapped, laughing at nothing in particular, covering your mouth as you did. he should’ve suggested you slow down- shouldve done the right thing, been a good influence, been the mature one.

but then your hand was on his shoulder, and the giggles had stopped, replaced by a glint in your eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “you’re so strong,” you told him, smiling and biting your lip, looking him over, “is that all from tennis, mr. donaldson? your arms are so big,” and you were squeezing at his bicep with your manicured hands, watching him in a way that made his heart stutter.

“it’s- yeah, it’s all from tennis. i mean, i work out too, but tennis is most of it,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure, “i think you’re drunk, sweetheart. do you want me to call you an uber? or do you have someone that can come pick you up? this was right- the ethical thing to do. to send you off and shake this from his mind and steer clear from now on.

“i don’t wanna go home,” you sighed, leaning your head back on your chair dramatically, “my driver will be here in an hour and a half. i’ll be fine,”

“you had seven glasses, i think fine is an exaggeration,” he mumbled, “let me take you home. i don’t want anything to happen you,” he didn’t want any guys to take advantage of you- didn’t want them to do the very things he was thinking of at that moment.

to his surprise, you agreed, and he suddenly wasn’t sure if it was relief or dread he felt. when he stood to leave, you stood with him, pulling yourself up by his arm and letting your touch linger once again, looking up at him and smiling so sweetly it was hard to believe you’d been throwing back drinks all night.

“come on, darlin,” he led you outside, opening doors and excusing the two of you, calling the valet and waiting patiently. he tried to train his eyes anywhere but you, looking entirely too long at the fountain, at the other cars, anywhere but your legs and your curled hair and your- “mr. donaldson,” your voice disturbed him once again, “it’s really cold,”

he glanced over, and you were shivering in the night air, holding your arms around your chest tightly. he acted before thinking, like he always did with you, and shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it over your small shoulders lightly. “that better?” he asked softly, concern knitting his brows. you nodded, thanking him and taking the fabric into your hands, pulling it tighter around you.

“mr. don-“ “please, call me art,” it came out almost pained, but he truly didn’t know if he could take it anymore, the mr. and the way you looked at him, and then oh god- “okay, art,”

this was so much worse, his first name on your lips like that. he nearly choked on air, his cheeks reddening like a fucking high schooler. before he could dwell on it, the valet pulled his car around, tossing him the keys with a smile. he opened the door for you, looking over the car to avoid having to see your thighs sliding against the leather seat.

when he settled into the drivers side, pulling out of the lot, you finally spoke again. “your car is nice,” you hummed, tracing your fingers over the leather interior. he watched you, entranced, as he sat at a stop light. the way your fingernails scraped slightly over the fabric, the way you glanced over at him, a coy little smile on your lips.

he tried to ignore it, to just focus on the road. he maintained it for the most part, making it all the way to your street before he let it slip, glancing over at you. you looked to be half asleep, all curled up in his suit coat, your heels discarded in the floor and your feet tucked into the seat. you looked so peaceful, so angelic, he had to force his eyes away so he didn’t wreck his car.

he pulled into the drive, letting it idle just outside your gate, reaching over to touch your shoulder gently. “hey, sweetheart, you’re home,” he murmured, trying not to startle you awake, “come on, you gotta get up,”

you made a little noise as you stirred, turning in the seat to look up at him, yawning quietly. “thank you,” you said softly, and the air was suddenly so thick, it was so warm and you were so fucking beautiful- “will your wife be wondering where you are?”

all the breath left his lungs at that, at the presumption in your tone, the way you glanced him over as you asked. “ex wife,” he choked out, “we’re not- we got divorced,” “mm,” you hummed, smiling slightly, “that’s a shame. i’m sorry to hear that,”

“don’t be,” he said a little too quickly, “you really should go, darlin. it’s late,” you sat back to unbuckle your seatbelt, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to him carefully. “thank you again for the ride, art,” you said quietly, “it was really sweet of you. most guys would’ve tried something,”

the image was almost too much for him to bear- the thought of trying something with you, of getting to touch you, to make you come undone right there in the passenger seat of his car. he shifted in his seat, clearing his throat, struggling to focus. “well, most guys are stupid,” he muttered, “you’re obviously too drunk to do anything,”

you let out a little laugh at that, shaking your head. “you’re so chivalrous,” you smiled, “maybe it’s because you’re older. i’m so tired of guys my age,” jesus christ, he was a goner. “yeah?” he exhaled shakily, “you’re tired of them? why’s that?”

“they just don’t know how to treat a woman,” you shrugged, “they’re rushed and greedy and assholes,” you giggled quietly, “you know how it is. i’m sure you have younger girls hanging all over you,” god, he wanted to. “no, no,” he shook his head quickly, “i don’t- i don’t want to take advantage of anyone that way,”

you leaned a little closer, the smell of your perfume suddenly clogging his senses, “well let me know if you ever change your mind,” you whispered, the heat blowing through the vents nearly drowning out the sound.

“sweetheart, you don’t- you’re drunk,” he managed to get out, his hands itching to grab at you, to do something. “i’m not that drunk,” you argued, pouting slightly, “anyway, i’m just saying. you have my number,”

you turned to get out, and he knew it was stupid, knew it was reckless and a bad idea and he’d regret it tomorrow and you were young and he was such a bad person, but then he was kissing you and you made a soft little preening sound and he knew he’d never regret it, not truly. he’d be a bad person if it meant he got to do this again, if he got to be the one to make you make that sound.

you kissed him back, draped across his center console to reach him, your hands on his shoulders and grabbing at his dress shirt and he could’ve lost it right there, could’ve pushed the seat back and pulled you into his lap and fucked you stupid, could’ve made you see what you were missing with all the boys your age. and he was sure you would’ve let him, if the noises you made from just his kisses were any indicator.

but then the motion light at your gate was on, and he was yanking away from you like a criminal caught, his eyes wide as he looked at your blown out pupils and smeared lipstick. “oh, shit,” you said under your breath, fixing your dress and grabbing your heels, “my dad tried to call my cell, i didn’t even notice. thank you again, art. i’ll see you at the club,”

and then you were gone, leaving the scent of your perfume and the tent in his slacks behind. he watched you put in the gate code and disappear behind it, his mind running wild with what he could’ve done to you.

when he got home, he tried to shower it off, to wash off the all consuming need he felt for you, the sins he’d nearly committed in his car. but his hands wandered and soon he was cursing and moaning your name under his breath as he came undone under the shower stream, images of you and that dress playing like a film in his mind.

when he got into bed and checked his phone, he had one unread message.

‘i had fun tonight. goodnight, art. x’

[sturniololuvz]

Omg Hii!! I love all your sturniolo little sister fics and k was wondering if you could do one where she is maybe 14 or 15 and she goes to get her wisdom teeth removed and shes really scared and they comfort her while she’s getting them out and after she’s done? Sorry that was a really long sentence 😂!

lmaoooooo yes

“Wisdom Teeth & Secrets”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : none

Y/N was freaking out.

She sat in the dentist’s office, gripping the armrests of the chair like she was about to be executed. Her heart was pounding, her palms were sweaty, and her brothers—Matt, Nick, and Chris—were standing around her, trying (and failing) to calm her down.

“Dude, it’s not that bad,” Nick said, sitting on the stool next to her.

Y/N shot him a glare. “Not that bad? They’re gonna rip my teeth out.”

Chris smirked. “Technically, they’re cutting them out.”

“CHRIS!” Matt smacked the back of his head.

“What? I’m just being factual.”

Y/N groaned, throwing her head back. “I wanna go home.”

Matt grabbed her hand. “You’re gonna be okay, bug. I promise.”

She exhaled shakily. “But what if—”

“Nope,” Chris cut her off, grabbing her other hand. “No ‘what ifs.’ You’re gonna go in there, let them do their thing, and when you wake up, we’re taking you to get ice cream.”

Nick nodded. “And you’ll probably say some dumb shit while you’re still drugged up, so honestly, it’ll be fun for us.”

Y/N groaned again. “I hate you all.”

Matt grinned. “Love you too, kid.”

Then the nurse walked in, smiling kindly. “Alright, Y/N, we’re ready for you.”

She froze.

Matt squeezed her hand. “You got this.”

Chris nudged her. “Be a champ.”

Nick smiled. “We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Y/N exhaled, nodded hesitantly, and followed the nurse.

When she woke up, she was high as hell.

The first thing she saw was Matt sitting next to her, and she immediately burst into tears.

“Mattyyyy,” she slurred, grabbing his face.

Matt blinked. “Oh, God.”

Nick and Chris walked in at that exact moment, and Y/N immediately reached for Chris.

“CHWISSY!”

Chris cackled. “Oh, she’s gone.”

Nick pulled out his phone, already recording.

“Do you feel okay?” Matt asked gently, brushing her hair back.

Y/N sniffled dramatically. “I love you soooo much.”

Chris snorted. “Dude, we know.”

She turned to Nick, her face dead serious. “You’re my favorite.”

Chris gasped. “EXCUSE ME?”

Matt raised a brow. “Since when?”

Y/N just giggled, leaning into Nick. “He’s so cute.”

Nick lost it. “What?”

Chris looked offended. “You think Nick is cute? I’M cute.”

Y/N waved him off. “Shhh, you’re annoying.”

Matt smirked. “She’s finally being honest.”

Chris gasped again. “Bro, I’ve been carrying you all day, and this is the thanks I get?”

Then Y/N giggled. “I have a secret.”

Nick’s eyes widened. “Oh, let’s hear it.”

Matt warned, “Dude, don’t take advantage of her being drugged up.”

Chris ignored him. “Nah, spill.”

Y/N grinned, looking mischievous. “I stole your hoodie last week.”

Chris gasped for the third time. “I KNEW IT!”

Nick laughed. “Oh, she’s wild.”

Y/N pointed at Matt. “You have a crush on that girl from the grocery store.”

Matt’s face turned red. “What?”

Chris and Nick turned to him immediately. “Wait, WHO?”

Matt groaned. “Y/N, shut up.”

She giggled. “I saw you looking at her.”

Chris laughed so hard he had to sit down. “THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER.”

Nick wiped a fake tear. “I’m so proud.”

Y/N yawned, leaning into Matt’s chest. “I wanna go home.”

Matt sighed, rubbing her back. “Yeah, okay, let’s get you out of here.”

Chris smirked. “I’m posting all of this.”

Nick grinned. “Oh, for sure.”

Y/N mumbled, “I hate you guys.”

Matt kissed the top of her head. “Love you too, bug.”

[blade-dressed-in-red]

heart-shaped bandages

pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: mentions of minor injury and blood, reader opens up about sensitive memories, but besides that just fluff!

A/N: this idea came to me from realizing i’ve placed bandages on multiple people but have never gotten the same treatment, so here’s this very self-indulgent thing. this is also inspired by a cheeseburger soup recipe off pinterest.

It was nearing the end of the day. you could see the sun starting to set through the windows, golden light dripping onto the floor and furniture. You and Noah had a relaxed but productive day of curling up on the couch while the rottweiler you two adopted when she was a puppy, Princess, laid in her dog bed on the floor. You spent most of the day corresponding to work emails on your laptop while Noah did his own respective work on his. One of the collaborative playlists you two made together on spotify has been playing on the tv throughout the day. Your legs were draped over his lap, wearing (drowning in) one of his hoodies with sleep shorts and some fuzzy socks. Noah was sporting a similar getup, his own hoodie (that fit properly), black workout shorts, with some Naruto socks.

Once realizing it was starting to get closer to dinner time, you averted your attention away from your laptop to ask him

��Are you getting hungry, bub?”

Noah looked up from his laptop to answer you, his warm eyes meeting your gaze, framed with his glasses since he was looking at a screen all day. 

“A little bit, did you wanna order in or make something?” he asked with a soft smile.

You returned the smile before answering, “I think we have the ingredients to make that soup we like, do you want me to make that?”

His soft gaze perks up, “yeah, that actually sounds really good right now,” his smile grew wider. 

He's always enjoyed your cooking (even if you occasionally burnt the food). Sometimes you even let him help you out, but it usually results in a mini-food fight. Someone “accidentally” gets food on the other, resulting in random bits and pieces of discarded food getting thrown back and forth, ensued by fits of giggles and usually a pot of water boiling over since neither of you were paying attention.

While getting up from your spot on the couch, you assured Noah you didn’t need any help this time, both of you knowing he still had some more work to get done before calling it a day. He reminded you that if you needed anything, he was just a room away. While you always enjoy Noah's company, there is something comforting and tranquil about cooking by yourself, knowing that you’re making something tasty and healthy for your beloved in the next room over. 

Princess followed you into the kitchen, but soon realized her dog bed was more comfortable and made her way back into the living room. You began getting out all the ingredients and utensils needed, putting the broth into a pot to begin boiling on the stove. In the meantime you decided to start cutting the vegetables. Swiftly getting through the carrots and began cutting the celery. However, your attention was immediately drawn away when you heard commotion coming from the living room, followed by a chuckled “oh my god” and rummaging. Unfortunately your body didn’t have the time to react and continued chopping, resulting in you slicing your index finger on the knife. 

“Shit!” you yelped out through gritted teeth. you immediately dropped the knife on the counter to hold your finger in your other hand.

You realized Noah had stopped fixing whatever it was that caused the noise. He immediately rushed to be by your side, basically teleporting to you when he heard your wince. He was quickly followed in by Princess. 

“What happened?” he asked with his brows slightly furrowed and a look of worry in his eyes, immediately drawn to where you were holding your finger.

“It’s nothing, just a cut” 

You tried to ease him since you could tell he was getting more worried once he saw the blood seeping from the wound onto your hands. 

“Sweetheart, you’re bleeding” he responded with a comforting tone but his concern still wavered through. He grabbed your finger to fully inspect the damage.

“It's really nothing bub, I'm just gonna go up to the bathroom to deal with it. I'll be right back.”

But before you could start making your way out of the kitchen, Noah softly grabs your hips to still you and grabs a clean dish rag from the drawer and gently but firmly holds your cut finger with it. You couldn’t form any verbal response to his action, as no one has ever really paid much attention when you accidentally hurt yourself in the recent past. the most prominent memory being when you’d scrape your knee on the cement as a child and your mom would put a Scooby Doo bandaid on it and seal it with a kiss. It also reminded you that you’ve always tried to help others whenever they got an injury, no matter how old they were or how minor the wound was.

While holding your finger with firm pressure to help stop the bleeding, Noah noticed your expression went blank. He pondered on asking you about it, but figured he would bring it up later and continue with the task at hand: fixing you up. 

Noah adjusted his stance from slightly bending to normal height, he places your free hand to hold your wounded finger.

“Keep putting pressure on it” he requests with a soft yet stern tone. He turned the burner off then returned to you. He bent down, one arm under your knees and another supporting your back to pick you up bridal style. This quickly snapped you out of your pensive state. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused with the sudden movement of being picked up suddenly.

After making sure he had a stable grip on you, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes.

“I'm gonna take care of you,” and with that, the melancholic feeling inside mixed with something lighter.

Before you knew it, Noah had already brought you to the second floor of the house, carrying you to the master bathroom. Once inside, he set you on the ground gently and closed the door behind you two so Princess didn’t follow you two in. 

“Sit there, and keep your finger above your heart. It’ll help slow the bleeding,” he stated as he gestured for you to sit on the lid of the toilet seat while he rummaged through the cabinets. Keeping your finger still wrapped in the kitchen rag near your collarbone. You stared at Noah like a curious puppy, waiting to see what he’d pull out. Eventually, he located the large first aid kit from the cabinet, which you forgot was in there. You could only recall where miscellaneous bandages were placed. Noah immediately went into nurse-mode, grabbing everything he thought he would need to help bandage you up, definitely got out more than required for such a minor injury but the action warmed your heart even more. 

As he stood with all the first aid contents laid out on the counter, he softly asked “Can you please come here so I can wash your cut properly?” motioning to the sink. You raised to your feet and made the short distance to the sink. Noah quickly discarded the kitchen rag into the hamper and inspected the cut further before carefully running your finger under the cool water. While you felt cared for, as Noah always made you feel, you knew he still had some work to catch up on and felt this procedure was unnecessary for him to be doing.

“Noah, you really don’t have to do all this. I can handle it by myself” you told him in a hushed tone, even though it was only you two in the house.

“I know you can handle it, but I want to help you.. please let me take care of you darling.” he looked at you with a concerned but loving look, his brows furrowed and a pout he didn’t realize he was doing, but that was all it took for you to fully accept his care. With that, the heartrending feeling inside of you grew even smaller. 

Once Noah believed your wound was clean enough, he carefully dried it with some gauze from the first aid kit. 

“Could you please sit back down for me, love?” he asked sweetly. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies with how loving he was being, a common occurrence between you two. 

He grabbed the ointment then followed to where you sat, kneeling down to meet your height. He was being so careful with you and walked you through each step of the process as if he was an actual healthcare professional. 

“I'm going to apply this to prevent any possible infection, okay?”

You nodded in response, even though you already knew what it was for. He squeezed out the appropriate amount and attentively applied it to the cut, careful not to cause any more pain to you (even though it wasn’t very painful to begin with). When applying the ointment, you noticed he was so focused that his tongue was sticking out of his mouth a tiny bit, causing you to stifle a giggle at how adorable he looked. He was too focused on applying the ointment to notice. 

When he was satisfied with the application, he got up to grab a bandage from the counter. He pulled out a variety of different boxes earlier and looked through them all, trying to find the appropriate size. He eventually landed on one, came back over to you and kneeled down again. after giving you a quick peck to your forehead, he opened up the bandage package. you were expecting a normal beige bandage, but what you didn’t realize was Noah managed to find some Scooby Doo bandaids, similar to the ones your mom used to use for your cuts and scrapes. The realization made you start tearing up, all the memories from childhood aligning with this point in time, the feeling of everything from the past fell into place for this moment with the love of your life.

Noah was still attending to your wound, gently applying the bandage to your finger, making sure the design wasn’t askewed, then sealed it with a kiss. When he looked up, he noticed you were starting to silently cry 

He softly grabbed your face, his own full of worry. He had his other hand still holding your newly bandaged hand. He swept away some of the stray tears.

“What's wrong angel? Did I do something?” he was unsure if he accidentally hurt you enough to cause this. 

“N-no you didn’t do anything.. I’m sorry for crying i-it’s just… where did you find these? I haven't seen them in stores since I was a child.” you quickly rasped out, wiping the tears that refused to stop falling. 

He let out a light chuckle, but it didn’t reach his eyes which were still troubled from your state.

“Kind of an odd story.. Do you remember when we were going through old photos of us when we were kids?”

“Yeah” you squeaked out.

“Well there was one photo of you with a Scooby Doo bandaid on your elbow, I think from when you tried skateboarding and it didn’t end well. but I- uh, I thought it would be cute to get some online for purposes like these.. I'm sorry if it was a bad idea, I can get you a different one if you’d prefer.” 

He quickly got to his feet to turn to the bathroom counter, but you grabbed his hoodie before he could step away. 

“N-no it’s fine. I-I like it.. thank you, Noah”

“Then what’s got you upset?”

“It’s silly really.. it doesn’t matter. I’m all bandaged up so I can continue with dinner an-”

Noah cut you off, “The soup can wait, I wanna know what’s happening up here” . He took the hand that was resting on your cheek and tenderly poked your forehead, then placed it back on your cheek. 

“I saw the look on your face earlier, I just wanna make sure you’re okay, angel.”

“W-well, when you first started taking care of me in the kitchen, I realized that no one has ever really helped me take care of any sort of wounds, not since I was a child at least. But I've had so many instances of taking care of other people, l-like when the guitar string snapped and you got that gash on your hand.. a-and have always just thought it would be nice to receive the same care..” 

“Honey.. that isn’t silly at all. I’m glad I could be the one to take care of you, in fact I enjoyed it minus the fact it involved you getting hurt. I'll take care of you no matter how big or small the injury is. Hell, there doesn’t even need to be an injury. I love caring for you and I love you.”

The tears continued to fall from admitting your “not silly” confession, but they turned to loving tears once you heard Noah's piece about it. 

With a sniffle, you responded “I love you too. Thank you for taking care of me, bub.”

He grabbed your unbandaged hand, and raised you to your feet to engulf you in a hug. With a kiss to your forehead,“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Just then, you heard a loud thud coming from the kitchen, you and Noah quickly turned to run out and down the stairs to see what mischievous act your dog-daughter was up to. You two came entered the kitchen to Princess standing on her hind legs, with her front paws on the kitchen counter eating the celery and carrots with the cutting board on the floor. Thankfully, you dropped the knife in the middle of the island, along with any ingredients that could be dangerous to her (parental instincts). Once noticing you two were there, she immediately got down on the floor and pretended nothing ever happened. Noah went to put the cutting board back on the counter. 

“This reminds me, what was the noise that caused this?” You raised your bandaged finger for emphasis. 

“Oh, Princess rolled over in her dog bed and managed to knock over the side table with her back,” Noah giggled.

You went to the living room to see the damage, Noah following behind. Thankfully, it wasn’t terrible. The table and its contents were still on the floor since Noah rushed into the kitchen before fixing it. You set the table upright while Noah grabbed the scattered remotes and controllers from the floor. As you were putting everything back in its place, you heard another thud from the kitchen and looked over to Noah, who looked at you with the same entertained but slightly annoyed expression. 

“Well, I guess the ingredients for the soup have been stolen by someone” you said amusingly.

“I'll start a delivery order, the usual?”

“Yep.”

ok this was my time doing anything like this so i hope you enjoyed and if you have any feedback let me know!! thanks for reading <3

dividers

tag list: @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare

[erosmutt]

hi again 😭 I know you just finished my request for Hayden eating 🐱 but you did so well for me the first time, that I'm ready to cream again thank you 🙏🏼

I always see requests for reader going non verbal during sex with Hayden or his characters...but what about him going non verbal for the first time 👀 I'm especially curious about Hayden and James Kelly in particular

sucking the absolute soul out of him because love 🫶🏼 and you're stimulating him in every way with your mouth and your hands and you keep going after he cums (bonus points if you're going to fucking TOWN on his tip, dipping your tongue over the slit and everything) and he's trembling and writhing away from you and you haven't even fucked him yet

LORD 🙏🏼🙏🏼

GODDAMNNNNUH you are COOKING tonight 😭🙏

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.02.20

♱ HAYDEN . . .

Hayden's hands find the arm of the couch, holding onto it for dear life as you go down on him.

You had come home particularly horny, and he thought it was going to be a sweet little session on the couch, but he was sorely mistaken.

Pulling off of his sticky cock, you watch as Hayden shakes, his hands trembling and thighs quivering. "Haydie," you call, but he's not hearing you - whimpers and sniffles leave him, tears stain his cheeks, and his nose is red from crying. He meets your gaze, his pretty blue eyes welling with more tears from overstimulation. "Y-Yeah?"

You giggle innocently, hand stroking him at a slow pace. "I'm not done yet." You warn before taking his cock back in your mouth, making him cry out, toes curling in his socks. "Oh, oh! S-S-Slow- d-down!" As your tongue swirls around his tip, he lets out a sob, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth. "God," he grits, arching his back.

Your mouth works him, sucking him off sloppily, obscene, pornographic slurping filling the space of the living room. Your fingers tease his taint, making him jolt and shudder. He drags his nails against the fabric of the couch, the words in his throat disappearing, his jaw slack and eyes rolling back before fluttering closed. You look up at him as you run the tip of your tongue along his slit, teasing before dipping into it. Pulling off again with a gasp, you smile up at him. "Haydie, baby," you call.

Hayden is whimpering, not even murmuring, just making little noises, and your gaze softens, hands resting on his thighs, rubbing them affectionately. "You can't speak?" He shakes his head, sniffling. You get up and sit beside him on the couch, cupping his cheek and turning his head to face you, having him rest it on your shoulder. "Shh, it's okay," you whisper. Usually, he's the one comforting you, but you can't say you're opposed to the swap in roles. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. Just relax."

♱ JAMES . . .

After a long day at the shop, all James wanted to do was have a cold beer and relax; although, your solution was very tempting as well.

"You never let me take care of you, Jamie," you complain as you kneel down at his feet, pushing his legs apart and shimmying closer. He looks down at you, the TV remote in his hand getting set down on the couch beside him. "You're the woman," he responds, running his hand through your hair. "you ain't 'posed to take care of me."

His sentiment is kind, but still doesn't sit right with you. "Well," you unfasten his jeans, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. They pool at his ankles along with his boxers and he sighs, rubbing his scruff. "I wanna take care of you today."

James looks back at the TV, humming in response as he flips through the channels. His free hand rests on your head, but immediately tangles in your hair, remote falling out of the other one as he feels you throat him in one go. "Ohh, holy shit babygirl," he hisses. "Where the hell'd you learn that, huh? My girl been practicin'?" He digs his teeth into his bottom lip as you gag around him.

Once you pull off for air, you just smile, wiping the spit from your chin on your hand, then onto his jeans. "Maybe," you tease, leaning back down to wrap your lips around his tip, fighting the urge to grimace at the taste of his bitter precum. Fucking beer, man. "Baby, wait, take the whole thing, not- n-not just the- mmh," he bucks his hips up, gathering your hair in both his hands, holding it back. "Yes,"

The game show on the TV is forgotten by James as he shifts on the couch, planting his boots harder into the carpet, as if trying to brace himself. "Babydoll, baby, slow it down, 'm already gonna... hhohh, shit..." He falls silent, eyes closing tightly and thighs tensing as he already nears his orgasm. He wants to tell you to stop, that he can't take it, that the assault on his tip by your mouth is damn near making him cry, but he can't. He's never done this before - been so overstimulated that he's gone non-verbal, but, there is a first time for everything.

With a loud, shaky moan, James blows his load into your mouth, all of it hitting the roof of your mouth and back of his throat. He whimpers, his hands shaking as he tries to calm his breathing down. You pull away and look up at him, playing with the sticky mess in your mouth before spitting it down onto his cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. "Lay back, babes," you smile as you stand up, taking your sweats off. "'m gonna ride you."

[trombonechurchill]

WIP Wednesday!

tagged by the lovely @ambernotember and @setmeatopthepyre 🥰

Watching the Credits my movie star!Tommy AU is still kinda in the 'on fire' stage so here's a short lil part of a stupid conversation 🫡

So, you weren't actually here to pilfer our food or give me heartburn about something you did on set again?" Josh prompts once Buck's done inhaling his food, grimacing and handing Buck a napkin as he picks a stray bit of lettuce off his shirt. "Oh right uh yeah." God, how does he even start a conversation? "So you guys are… Gay. Right?" Not like that, Buck thinks with a grimace, ducking his head sheepishly as Karen laughs. "Yeah, sure, we're gay," she snorts, taking a sip of her drink and raising her eyebrows to get Buck to continue. He's never felt more like a bull in a china shop here. Wasn't gaydar supposed to be a thing? Couldn't they both just look at him and tell he'd had some sort of life changing gay experience last weekend and save him having to open his big, dumb mouth again. "Right, right, uh so-So you're gay-" Karen laughs again. Buck gives her a pleading look. "You're gay and say you were uh, dating a man," he glances between Josh and Karen, 'Or I guess a woman, in your case, and um, if they asked you to just uh, keep it between the two of you? Like, should you be worried?" The silence that follows feels like waiting for the axe to drop. "Buck," Josh starts. He sounds delighted. "Are you saying- Is this all just hypothetical?" Karen scoots a little closer, tucking her chin in her hand as she nods encouragingly, goading Buck to continue. "Uh yeah, hypothetical and also maybe a little bit also. Not?" Karen rolls her lips, making a high pitched "mhm!" sound as she nods again. "I didn't know you… Partook," Josh says delicately. "I don't. Or I… Didn't," Buck says hurriedly.

tagging uhhh @queermccoy, @3min17sec, @lcvebuckley, @mustlovelou, @buckevantommy, @jacki-daytona, and @cliophilyra if you guys have anything you wanna share!

[the-impulse-to-love]

misc thoughts on "show me how to dance forever"

okay so been thinking about the title of “show me how to dance forever” since sleep token dropped that Lovely Teaser a few hours ago. a few Thoughts have come to mind:

(mostly going off of the "songs are about vessel's relationship with sleep" interpretation)

-

the speech from the teeth of god rituals

"Death is a color; it soaks through part of every canvas. Death is a fabric; it can clothe the living. Death is merely another weapon wielded by the great adversary, another cadence in this terribly beautiful symphony you sing to hopelessly. Let it bring you hope in one hand and fear in the other. It is asking you to dance with both, after all."

"it is asking you to dance with both, after all." with the whole arcadia discussion i've seen bounced around, there surely is Some Sort Of Connection to the teeth of god tour/that whole bit of lore.

"show me how to dance forever" -- death is an irreversible process. you could argue that he's asking for death to dance with him, but i'm not sure that would really fit given the hopeful ending of tmbte/euclid.

(there's more to unpack here which i might expand on later once i finish some assignments...)

-

vessel’s association with melodies and rhythm

outside of the actual songs, of course, i associate vessel with the motifs of music and melody. this is referenced in songs such as fall for me and higher (and i want to do a separate post exploring this so). yeah trust me on that

i wonder if he's found someone to match that idea of a melody, in a sense. in contrast of vessel being represented by melody, sleep is represented by silence (higher). has vessel finally found something or someone to which he can properly dance with, i.e. a proper relationship? he wants to dance with them forever, he wants to be entwined and loved by them forever. (which is much deserved after everything he's gone through).

-

aqua regia

Oh, and I am done dancing to alarm bells No wonder my ears are still ringing

more of a shorter thought, but alarm bells would be sleep in this case (as also referenced in dark signs). if vessel was dancing to alarm bells/being entangled with sleep, what/who is he dancing to now?

-

i wanna dance with somebody

as i saw another tumblr user mention, "show me how to dance forever" can be connected back to "i wanna dance with somebody," a song that vessel covered and one that is frequently used on tours. i suppose this one's just more for fun trivia, but it's still fun to think about nonetheless

-

[luneandbarbecue]

Thanks for the tag! @foreststarflaime

Lune lore crumbs

I've been thinking of becoming Jewish for a while. There's just so much lore, intellectualism and magic to it that it makes me want to be a part of that. Here's a known jewish joke hehe:

Two Rabbis argued late into the night about the existence of God, and, using strong arguments from the scriptures, ended up indisputably disproving His existence. The next day, one Rabbi was surprised to see the other walking into the Shul for morning services.

"I thought we had agreed there was no God," he said.

"Yes, what does that have to do with it?" replied the other.

I have never broken a bone (as far as I know). Sprained an ankle, yes, but no bone.

Wanted to be a veterinarian when I was little, but I decided to take art more seriously at grade 4.

Had a BIG origami phase during primary school to the point I was kinda known for it.

Played trumpet during secondary school in school band. I miss it, wanna pick it up again one day.

I can get very sweaty... I'm sensitive to hot weather to the point of throbbing headaches. Bruh, the heat is NOT for me.

Pumpkin described me having capybara vibes here. Oh man, not irl. In fact, I can get very anxious and paranoid. Some days I find myself doing my best to handle whatever it throws at me.

Was pretty sickly as a child back when I lived in the Philippines. I would get quite frequently admitted to the hospital. But that all disappeared once I moved to Australia.

Used to speak some chinese back in preschool as it was chinese-filipino. It's all lost now *cries*

I've taken singing lessons and intend to continue it once I have my pressing matter done.

I can do amateur book-binding

I am allergic to peanuts.

no pressure

@fridgefanatic @autumngracy

Personal fun facts tagging challenge

Because I want to know fun facts and get to know my mutuals

-I was licked by a giraffe as a toddler

-I was in The Lion King Jr musical in middle school as a Zebra

-My favorite snack is dried pickled plum seeds

-I rode home in the trunk of a strangers car at my equivalent to senior prom

-I try to attend either an oddities expo or a comic/anime meeting once a year

I tag: @icnclsm @clovers-void @bookmothic-dyke

[mistfallenmemes]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴

"Oh, I leave quite an impression."

"You're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin'? My body's where they're at."

"Now I'm gone but you're still layin' next to me."

"I heard you're back together."

"You'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you."

"If you want forever... and I bet you do."

"He's funny now? All his jokes hit different? Guess who he learned them from."

"Every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feelin' mine."

"Every time you breathe his air, just know I was already there."

"You can have him if you like; I've been there, done that once or twice."

"I know I've been known to share."

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴

"I know I have good judgment."

"I know I have good taste."

"It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way."

"I promised 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes."

"I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy."

"Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight."

"I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes."

"Please, please, please, don't prove I'm right."

"Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice."

"Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another."

"I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker."

"Well, I have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside?"

"I know you're cravin' some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice."

"We could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me."

"Don't prove I'm right."

"Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another. I beg you, don't embarrass me."

"If you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me."

"Don't make me hate you prolifically."

𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂

"When I love you, I'm sweet like an angel."

"I'm drawin' hearts 'round our names, and dreamin' of writing vows, rockin' cradles."

"Don't mistake my nice for naive"

"I don't waste a second, I know lots of guys."

"You do somethin' suspect, this cute ass bye-bye."

"Baby, you say you really like it; being mine?"

"Let me give you some advice."

"It's not that complicated."

"You should stay in my good graces."

"It's not that complicated. You should stay in my good graces."

"No one's more amazin' at turnin' lovin' into hatred."

"I'll tell the world you finish your... chores... prematurely."

"Break my heart and I swear I'm movin' on with your favorite athlete."

"I want you every second, don't need other guys."

"You do somethin' sus, kiss my cute ass bye."

"I won't give a fuck about you."

𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙻

"I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed."

"We had sex, I met your best friends!"

"A bird flies by and you forget."

"I don't hear a word til your guilt creeps in."

"You left me with a lot of shit to second-guess."

"Guess I'll waste another year on wonderin' if."

"If that was casual, then I'm an idiot."

"I'm lookin' for an answer in-between the lines."

"You're lyin' to yourself if you think we're fine."

"You're confused and I'm upset, but we never talk about it."

"All the silence just makes it worse."

"We never talk about how you found God at your ex's house."

"You always made sure that the phone was face-down."

"Seems like overnight, I'm just the bitch you hate now."

"You guilt-tripped me to open up to you!"

"We don't talk about it."

𝙲𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴

"The second I put my head on your chest, she knew."

"She's got a real sixth sense."

"Without her even being here, she's back in your life."

"Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night, and you've lost all your common sense."

"What a coincidence."

"Last week, you didn't have any doubts. This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth."

She's sending you some pictures, wearing less and less, trying to turn the past into the present tense."

"You told me the truth... minus seven percent."

"What a surprise, your phone just died."

"Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs?"

"... but who's by your side?"

"Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew."

"At least that's what you said."

𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙼

"I was in a sheer dress the day that we met."

"We were both in a rush."

"Your friend hit me up so we could connect."

"What are the odds?"

"And now the next thing I know..."

"I manifest that you're oversized... I digress."

"Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?"

"Maybe it's all in my head."

"But I bet we'd have really good bed chem."

"How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense."

"How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's bed chem."

"How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed."

"Are you free next week?"

"Come right on me... I mean camaraderie!"

"Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be."

"Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?"

"I see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy."

"Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big, bad mmm?"

"I know I sound a bit redundant."

"It just makes sense."

"You talk so sweet when you're doing bad things."

"You're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means."

"And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time."

"And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine."

"And I bet it's even better than in my head."

𝙴𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙾

"He's thinkin' 'bout me every night."

"Isn't that sweet?"

"I guess so."

"Say you can't sleep, baby, I know."

"I can't relate to desperation."

"My 'give a fucks' are on vacation."

"I got this one boy and he won't stop calling."

"When they act this way I know I got em'."

"Too bad your ex don't do it for ya."

"Walked in and dream came trued it for ya."

"Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya."

"I know I Mountain Dew it for ya."

"That morning coffee brewed it for ya."

"One touch and I brand newed it for ya."

"Holy shit."

"I'm working late..."

"He looks so cute wrapped around my finger."

"My twisted humor makes him laugh so often."

"My honey bee, come and get this pollen."

"Isn't that sweet?"

"I guess so."

𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱 & 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲

"You're so dumb and poetic."

"It's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic."

"Every self-help book, you've already read it."

"You cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented."

"You get a gold star for hi-brow manipulation."

"You try to come off like you're soft and well-spoken."

"You jack off to lyrics by Leonard Cohen."

"I don't think you understand."

"Just 'cause you talk like one, it doesn't make you a man."

"You're so sad there's no communication, but baby, you put us in this situation."

"You're running so fast from the hearts that you're breakin'."

"You're so empathetic, you'd make a great wife."

"I promise the mushrooms aren't changing your life."

"You crashed the car and abandoned the wreckage."

"You fuck with my head like it's some kind of fetish."

"Just 'cause you leave like one, it doesn't make you a man."

𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙼 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝚂

"Guess I'll end this life alone."

"I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me."

"All the douchebags in my phone... if they're winning, I'm just losing."

"A boy who's jacked and kind. Can't find his ass to save my life."

"It's slim pickins."

"If I can't have the one I love, I guess it's you that I'll be kissin'."

"Since the good ones are deceased or taken, I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'."

"Jesus, what's a girl to do?"

"This boy doesn't even know the difference between "there", "their", and "they are"."

"He's naked in my room."

"God knows that he isn't livin' large."

"A boy who's nice, that breathes? I swear, he's nowhere to be seen."

"Since the good ones call their exes wasted, and since the Lord forgot my gay awakening, then I'll just be here in the kitchen."

𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙾

"I don't have to tell your hot ass a thing, you just get it."

"Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit."

"God bless your dad's genetics."

"You make me wanna make you fall in love."

"Late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you."

"Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?"

"Oh, I hear you knockin', baby. Come on up."

"I know you want my touch for life

"If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno."

"You know I just might let you lock me down tonight."

"One of me is cute, but two, though?"

"Give it to me, baby."

"I showed my friends, then we high-fived. Sorry if you feel objectified."

"I can't help myself, hormones are high."

"You give me more than just some butterflies."

"Wanna try out some freaky positions?"

"Have you ever tried this one?"

"If you love me right, then who knows?"

"I might let you make me Juno."

"Adore me."

"Hold me and explore me."

"Mark your territory."

"Tell me I'm the only one."

"Adore me, hold me and explore me."

"I'm so fucking horny."

𝙻𝙸𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂

"Don't swear on your mom that it's the first drink that you've had in like a month."

"Don't say it was just an isolated incident that happened once."

"There's no need to pretend."

"I've never seen an ugly truth that I can't bend to something that looks better."

"I'm stupid, but I'm clever."

"I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever."

"You don't have to lie to girls."

"If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves."

"You don't have to lie to girls. If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves."

"Don't I know it better than anyone else?"

"All of your best excuses don't stand a chance."

"It isn't ideal, but damn."

"You don't even have to try."

"You don't have to lift a finger."

"It's lucky for you I'm just like my mother."

"We love to read the cold, hard facts and swear they're incorrect."

"We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest."

"You don't have to lie to girls. If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves. Don't I know it better than anyone else?"

"Girls will cry and girls will lie and girls will do it 'til they die for you."

"Girls will lose their goddamn minds for you."

𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴

"Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over."

"You're supposed to think about me every time you hold her."

"My heart is heavy now, it's like a hundred pounds."

"It's falling faster than the way you love to shut me down."

"I think I need a shower."

"My friends are taking shots."

"You think it's happy hour, for me it's not."

"Don't smile because it happened."

"Cry because it's over."

"I want you to miss me."

"I stay in, and when the girls come home I want one of them to take my phone and lose your number."

"I don't wanna be tempted."

"You can fake it, but you know I know."

[carefreecoffee]

*ೃ༄Fluffbruary Day 18: Not pretending anymore w/ Keigo Takami*ೃ༄

Word count: 951, Gender-Neutral reader

That's it. Hawks had enough with the whole “fake dating” they were putting on. His eyes always lingered just a bit too long, his brain would think about you longer than it should have, his heart would race as he saw you. He was done with faking it. He needed to make sure you knew his feelings were genuine rather than a façade put on by his managers.  

It was another hero get together. One that was held at a rather nice bar and dance for chit-chat, catching up and the like for some hero's to finally catch a break. Keigo waited for the right moment; when nobody was around to bother them. He watched you from a short distance. His heart was thumping against his ribcage. He took a deep breath in an attempt to steady his nerves. Walking over to you, the winged hero made sure to have his signature easy-going smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?” 

“Hm? Oh, sure” You glance back at him, nodding curtly before excusing yourself away from the other talkative heroes. He waited for you, feeling his heart race even faster. God, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. What if they reject me? Keigo gave you a friendly, charming smile. “Follow me over here real fast. I wanna talk to ya in private.” 

He sighed once you walked into a more secluded hall, no one around to hear or disturb you. Keigo was quiet for a moment, his heart still thumping hard against his chest. He knew it was now or never. “Listen, we need to talk. About us.” 

“Oh, okay...? What's up?” your heart thumped nervously, thoughts of what ifs and what happened running through your mind in the deafening silence.  He let out a shallow sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. He was obviously nervous; he was normally calm, cool and collected but this situation was uncomfortably different. "Well, you know the whole “fake dating” thing, right?” 

You give him a quick nod, curiousness written throughout your expression. He nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. Alright, here we go. He tried to calm his nerves before speaking. “I need to be honest about something with you.” 

He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, trying to gain the courage to just say it. “These feelings I’ve started to have for you, for us, aren't fake anymore.” He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.   

Your jaw went slack, the info hitting you like a bus. The Hawks had a big ‘ol schoolboy crush on you?! He stood there and waited for you to process the information; his heart was almost leaping out of his chest. Oh no, I ruined everything with my dumbass feelings. 

“I know a while ago we decided to fake our relationship” he scratched the underside of his jaw. “And at first it was just for show but, the more we hung out and were out together, the more I realized that I had caught genuine feelings for you.” 

You blink a couple times, chuckling nervously “Sorry I think I'm dreaming, could you pinch me- I've gotta be dreaming..” 

He let out a sharp scoff, a small smirk tugging at one corner of his face. He raised a gloved hand, pinching your arm “Nope, not dreaming.”  

A sharp pain went through where he pinched. You instinctively reach up, “Ow, okay yeah, real” you rub the spot before meeting his eyes once more “Holy shit, you're for real.” 

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck once more as his smirk disappeared to make room for his nervous expression. “Yeah, I’m for real. This isn’t a prank or a joke. I actually… have feelings for you.” He swallowed thickly, his heart racing. Keigo felt his stomach twist with anxious butterflies, though he wasn't sure if he liked them or not. He cleared his throat. “And I understand if you don’t feel the same-” 

“No- no! Sorry, processing it all is just a lot!” You interrupt him before taking his fidgety hands into your own. “I-i like you too Keigo” 

His eyes widened at your words, his heart doing a summersault. The winged hero’s heart was pounding away in his chest. He stared down at your hands holding his own until he looked back up. “Really?” He wanted to make sure he heard you right. “You like me too?” 

“I do, I guess your acting just fooled me enough to the point where I couldn't tell what was real or not” you chuckle nervously, wanting to soften the blow of the whole interaction. 

He gripped your hand softly, his heart still thumping away. “Well, I’m pretty damn good at acting when I need to be.” His signature smirk made its way back onto his rose-tinted cheeks. 

"How about we get back to the party before the press shows up? And then maybe we can talk about this,” you motion between yourselves “more afterwards”. 

He returned the smile, "Sounds like a plan.” He gave your hand a soft, gentle squeeze before dropping them and taking a step back. “We better get going then, before the vultures show up and ruin the night.” 

With a moment to collect your consciousnesses, the two of you walked back into the gathering, Keigo trying to act as normal as possible even though he was practically bursting with excitement on the inside. As you glance over to him, finally stealing your racing heart, he sends you a wink, tugging a smirk along his lips before getting pulled into conversation among the notable heroes. This man was going to be the death of you. 

[piggyinthemiddle]

Note: This is a rant. I don't expect answers, I don't need pitty, I just wanna ramble and get this off my chest because it's incredibly annoying and I'm a menace to society so whoever reads this brought it upon themselves /lh

Bear with me for I am about to lose my marbles real quick.

I receive a lot of DMs on all of my social media, as probably most people who present their bodies in this community do. Most are very sweet, positive and hot from time to time, all good. Then you got the quiet followers who you just appreciate and kiss their foreheads. But then there's also this..specific type of 'admirer'.

Today, I got a ton of messages from a person admiring me, making compliments and then asking me if I get a lot of dates "looking this fat", finishing it off with "You don't have to tell me, you probably feel like shit".

And don't get me wrong that's still a mild one and they apologised after I started to throw hands but..

Deep breath. Excuse the hell outta my goddamn french but; Why ON EARTH do people assume that us fat people constantly feel like crap? Bro. You're IN the community, you can SEE people presenting themselves and showing off. What on God's green earth made you think I'd need you to pity me?? If you can only enjoy seeing a fat person's body with the thought of being superior to them, then you don't necessarily have a fat fetish. You're an asshole. You might need therapy.

Also: If your attraction towards a fat person only bases off of interaction (they reply to you, chat with you, send you pictures), then get lost. Nobody owes you anything. I get a lot of fatshaming and ab*sive comments for not replying as quick as I'm 'supposed to', and to a personal degree I don't care. I brush it off. But I know others do care. They get hurt.

If you are not in harmony with your needs, kinks and fantasies then don't take it out on us. YOU followed. YOU watch our videos. YOU like our photos. You're not an admirer, you're not part of this community. You're just a self-absorbed prick. Good god, it's not that hard.

If you cannot support fat people without having your personal gain from it or receiving something in return, then get the hell outta here.

Okay.

I'm done. For now. 😌

Thanks for taking part in my Wednesday-afternoon-rage. ✨️

Hope you have a good day!

(You're allowed to reblog its fine!!) 💕

[xeversayfishxace]

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha...oh my god...you are so far up your own butt I am surprised you know how to breathe. Yes, it is all given to you! Everything is given to you! You never earned anything! Sure, you might have had to work, train, mold your body into the shape you once had. But, you had a safe place to sleep, warm food in your belly, a roof over your head! But, no that stuff never mattered to me."

Xever stopped with that tactic since well, it was basically Raz's tactic from way back then. Meaning it was stupid and petty! Xever only used it so much to give Raz a taste of his own words. That tended to be what the pair always did to one another. Throw the same tricks and tactics back and forth with little care over and over. Unlike Bebop and Rocksteady these two loathed one another. They hated each other, on a level that likely grew worse and worse as time went on.

"You were the one who gave a crap about that stupid class bullshit! Always going on and on about me being a street rat and having nothing. How I didn't deserve to be there, when I had no choice but to say yes otherwise I would be left in jail! You were the one pushing me away right from the start! I was snide I laughed at you, but that was because you were such a joke of a person. How the hell could anyone ever take you seriously? You might dress it up with all your masks, but deep down what you are Bradford is a total loser."

Xever had only ever needed to take one look at the man to know what he was. Or at the least an idea of what kind of man he was. Xever had been in this world for a longtime doing many things to survive. He never reflected on what he had only what he could gain. So upon seeing a man who never had to consider that it was annoying.

"You wanna know something? Back then, I didn't care what you thought of me. This was just a job, I was willing to be professional about it all even if you weren't. I never said squat about you to the boss, I acted like a grownup while you threw tantrums like a kid. You were the one going against orders, you were the one pushing buttons and rocking the boat. If our roles were reversed and I hated you as much as you hated me I would have kept my mouth shut. Because a man doesn't complain he gets the job done! People work with others they hate on a daily basis the whole world is like that!"

"So when that day came and you did what you did. I thought really? This is it? This is how I die? All because of this stupid bastard?! A guy with such an inferiority complex that he can't take that someone with even a shred of tact is better than him? You would have killed me that day if no one had been there to help. I would have suffocated right there! Right on the streets of this cursed city all because of you! Your actions would have killed me Chris Bradford!"

Xever pulled Raz's head closer with his ear before then wrapping his tail around the dog's neck trying to strangle him as best he could.

The wolf smirks. Amusing, was it upsetting him?

“You already told me before what it is about. The truth is? I don’t care. I get to punch you into the dirt for once, that’s all that matters. You wanted this fight for what you had to go through because of me, but, if you want me to be completely honest with you? It served you right. Is this the truth you wanted?"

Because everything else he refuses to give.

A surprised yelp the moment his ear was pulled. On hindsight, leaning down his head? Bad idea.

It would be so, so easy to just shake him off in some way with their current position. But he also did not want to free Xever out of his grip just yet. His grip only tightens.

“You were going easy on me? Don’t make me laugh.”

Rahzar scoffs. As if that was even possible for him. Still. there was a light snarl. Everything given to him? His parents throwing their money at him? Bad choice of words - but he controls it. No point in losing his temper and give the street rat that kind of satisfaction.

Deep breath.

It's what he wants. Maybe if the fish didn't made that obvious it would have been easier to kick down these walls around him. This only made him want to bite back harder - and push away further. An oversized ego he may have, but it comes with a lot of self hatred that nobody knows about. Masking his true feelings is all he has ever known and in the careers he worked in, something like that is of great importance.

Still, at the taunting, Rahzar used his other hand and his claws traced ever so gently along the cable of the breathing device. He has no intention of breaking it, though.

"Go on. Care to repeat the whole everything given to me? I advise you to chose your next words very carefully."