#and im never gonna like. Not have to work

[stonerfromlesbos]

✦ make it worse. | b.e

warnings: smut, oral, strap usage, hair pulling, tit sucking (all !r receiving), degrading, spanking, brat !reader, brat tamer !billie, mentions of safe word (not used), jealosy, billie being sweet at the end.

summary: how you should react to that? some random girl calling your girlfriend ‘mommy’ right in front of you, after weeks that billie hadn’t fucked you properly… well, maybe you ill had to tease her until you get what you want.

“baby please, i have to get ready to enter the stage in a few minutes.” billie said as you two were cuddling on the dressing room couch. your legs crossed on both sides of her waist, holding her sides tightly. “im gonna miss you so much.” you said with your usual whiny dramatic tone, making a pout face.

“is just one show… you will be watching it in your usual vip spot tho, ur already being privileged, my girl.” she says giggling and kissing your forehead softly. her fingers go up to your head, caressing your hair gently. the ‘my girl’ never failed in getting you flushed. “let me be selfish, bills.” you said with a pout face again, she just smiled gently at you. billie loved the way you wanted to be glued with her 24/7. she gave you multiple fast kisses, getting up and entering the box she was transported in.

the show was starting now, you could hear all the fans screaming and shouting at billie while she sang. her voice was almost angelic, she sang all those lines with all her heart. billie couldn’t stop herself of looking at you, no, she looked at the crowd, but at you? she boldly stared. those lines at her song ‘lunch’… she was almost singing them just for you. at many moments you cried, hearing her soft voice sing the most beautiful lines in the world.

but one in specific was your favorite, when the party is over. and it was a big moment in her show too, you felt so proud remembering that you gave her the idea of synching the vocals, she didn’t thought it was going to work because of the silence but it did. and it was fucking beautiful everytime. when she was preparing herself, she started her usual speech.

“guys.. i need you to be quiet right now.” she said and shortly after you could hear a girl screaming from the crowd, and it just made your blood boil. “yes mommy!” the girl said, clearly kidding, but after that billie started giggling. she was fuckin’ laughing at that, in front of you? it wasn’t a big deal, but, your blood just boiled, knowing that other girl called her that, and she fucking thought it was funny.

you would usually think it is funny too, but after she dragged you into a tour and almost refusing to fuck you, you were almost insane. billie didn’t want to take a night off to pay an hotel to be alone with you just because all of you were going to give the first tour break in like, 3 days. you were trying really hard to fight the urge of fucking her every single night, but this? this was too fucking much. as soon as the show ended, she leaded you towards the backstage.

“hi my angel” she said gently, holding your waist and walking with you by her side towards the dressing room. “hi billie.” you answered in an raspy tone. giving a clear hint that something wasn’t okay. “what happened?” she says closing the door behind her, looking at you with true concern. “you tell me, laughing at those fucking stupid things.” you didn’t look directly at her eyes, crossing your arms, you were acting childish, but you couldn’t help it.

“its because of that? seriously?” she said in misbelief, giggling getting closer to you, holding your waist. you still refused to stare at her, those goddam eyes, the smirk you could feel on her face, it was all to much. you took her hands out of you, going towards the other side of the room. sitting on the couch and going through your socialmedia, completely ignoring her.

“ignoring me huh?” she said standing in front of you, grabbing the phone from your hand and lowering herself to make you stare at her. her hair was messy and down now, but her black liner was still perfect. billie’s eyes just drowned you into them, it was some sort of magical power. “js showing you what you should’ve done with that girl.” you said raspy, staring at her with a nonchalant face, trying to hide how bad you wanted to make her take you right there.

“stop bein’ a fucking brat, you know damn well it was a joke.” she said with a serious tone, but you knew her. she wasn’t being serious, she wanted you to misbehave. just with that phrase you knew, she was going to fuck you tonight. “maybe i wouldn’t be if you just fucked me like you usually did, now im here, having to watch other girl call you ‘mommy’ while the ‘mommy’ here is just an lazy bitch.” you said trying so hard to not smirk, it was kind of your game… you would push her to her limits, until she was fucking you brainless.

“you’re such a slut, are you even hearing yourself right now? you can’t stand not being fucked by a week? maybe i will gift you a fucking vibrator if you need to cum that bad all the time.” she said mockingly, smirking at each word. “maybe i wouldn’t need a vibrator if my girlfriend wasn’t so incompetent, why im even dating you if you can’t make me cum properly?” you said getting up, staring at billie, getting closer trying to intimidate her. as she just grabbed your arms tightly. “i can’t make you cum? you are really sayin’ that?” she says with an smirk, you knew that you reached it, you made her mad enough.

billie’s hands were now grabbing your hair, not in a gentle way. she forced you to sit on the couch as she refused to kiss you. “gonna show u what i can do, slut.” she said almost ripping your tank top off, now staring at your exposed tits. “no bra?” she said sliding a hand underneath your skirt, and realizing that you were not wearing nothing underneath. “no underwear? desperate slut almost begging to be fucked.” she said in a low teasing voice. “stop being a fucking bitch and do it.” you said smirking and looking at her eyes, the next thing you felt was a harsh slap across your face, as billie grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to her.

“fuckin’ behave, this is not going to end well to you, so you might as well don’t make it worse. keep this up and ill edge you all night, not letting you cum even a single fuckin’ time. understood?” she says with a even lower voice. staring deep at your eyes, you knew she was serious, because she already did that. and it was fucking hell on earth. she slapped you like thirty times just because you touched your clit. “yes..” you said giving in, in a more fearful tone.

“already tamed? weak slut, can’t stand the thought of not cumming huh?” she said mocking you, smirking as she layed down, giving her lap gentle pats. you understand the signs and go to sit on it, straddling her sides. billie’s hands quickly find their way to your skirt, lifting it up to exposed your bare ass. you try to kiss her, but she puts you away. “if you act like a slut, you get treated like one.” she says grabbing your ass tightly, feeling your soaked cunt starting to grind on her crotch. “fuckin’ stop that, sit on my face, now.” she demanded you, as you started going up. finally fitting the lower half of her face in the middle of your thighs.

“you’re dripping baby.” she said before entering your needy hole with her tongue, and after that, making her way to suck on your clit. you could feel every way she flicked her tongue on your sensitive spot. you covered your mouth with your own hands, trying not to scream in pleasure right now. it was not a fucking hotel, it was an dressing room, and you knew that all her team was on the room beside this one.

“taste s’ good, mamas.” she was fucking devouring you, like she was a starving beast. you could feel your hips grinding billie’s face as you were almost cumming. she could feel your insides tightening around her tongue, and then, she stopped. “do u really think im goin’ to let u cum this easy? after all you did?” she smirked giggling as she took your hips off her face, getting up of the couch and grabbing her bag.

that fucking bag.

billie took two straps out of the bed, one black and one red, you were used to the red one… but the black? that one was new. your eyes widened as you saw the size of it, it was fucking huge. “what do u wanna take first? huh? the black is 9 inches and the red is 7,5.” you were so fucking screwed, you were sure it wasn’t going to fit inside of you. “9 inches??? bills… i can’t take that.” you said with genuine concern.

she opened an gentle smile. “but you will.” her smile started to turn into a smirk. “ill get you prepared to it, and if it really is too much, you know what do to.” she said refearing to your safe word. you knew she wasn’t ever gonna do something to hurt you, so you trusted her. now she was unbuckling her belt and placing the red strap on her, getting closer to you again. “face down, ass up.” you obeyed her without questions, getting on the position she demanded you to.

"such a good girl." she says placing the faux cock on your folds, teasing you. you kept quiet, whimpering as you were being teased... it turned billie on, but she wanted to hear you. she harshly slapped your ass cheek. "are you behaving because you´re a good girl or a needy slut who got tired of acting up, huh?" she says chuckling, and grabbing a fistfull of your hair, pulling your head back. "don´t get cocky, you know i had to act up. or else you would keep me here insatisfait... then maybe i could write a song just like "over now".." you said giggling, mocking her, she kept quiet, but you still decided to hum the lyrics of her song.

"It's not that complicated"

"I wasn't satiated"

"You weren't that bad, just lazy"

you were so focused on humming the lyrics that you couldn´t realize that she was placing her cock right on entrance with the hand she had free. billie slammed her whole cock into you, making you unable to continue teasing her. she was rough, but she didn´t want to hurt you. after slamming her faux dick on your insides, she kept it there for long seconds, making you get used to it. after that, her pace was brutal. you could tell that she just kept quiet in that moment for you to burn yourself even more, and give her an excuse to be even rougher with you.

"never gonna tease m' like this again, mama." she almost growled as one of her hands holded on your waist as the other slapped your ass in a way that you knew that you´d be all sore. you tried your best to keep quiet, failing miserably. in a stupid attempt you shoved your head into the couch cushion, trying to muffle your moans that were coming out as almost screams of pleasure. "im gonna teach u a fuckin' lesson, cock addicted slut." you just whined, your whimperings being muffled by the cushion. "such a fucking whore, only able to behave with my cock filling you up, huh?" she mocked you, but you were unable to even form a sentence.

billie could feel your insides tightening around her, and then, she pulled it out, not letting you cum. you whined, with your legs trembling. "do you think you deserve to cum that easy huh? pathetic slut." she says as you turn yourself to lay on the couch and stare at her. she walks towards the bag again, taking the 9 inch strap from there and handing it to you. "you want to cum with wich one angel? do you think you can handle that one?" she spoke softly, with genuine concern not wanting to take it too far. "yes... i think i can bills, jus' let me be on top.. okay?" you said looking up at her with your usual sweet eyes. "whatever you want, angel." she said giggling "seems like i fucked the bratiness out of u so easily, huh?" she chuckles, taking the dildo from your hands and strapping it onto her crotch.

billie sat on the other side of the couch, because you made a mess on the other one. "come here angel." she pat her lap, as you crawled towards her, now straddling her sides. she holded you by the waist, pushing your sore body towards her. she gently caressed your cheek, pulling you into a slow and soft kiss, that just turned you on even more. you broke the kiss after she started to play with your neglegted clit, not being able to be quiet anymore. her skilled finger just played with it slowly, it felt like a torture. her half lided eyes just staring at you with a smirk on her face. she stopped, not wanting you to cum just yet... she took her strap and took your hips up, placing it on your entrance and staring at you, with both of her hands.

"whenever you´re ready, angel." she said as you took a deep breath and started to lower yourself in her cock. "so good baby, you´re doing such a good job." you managed to get half of it inside of you, taking another deep breath. "if you want to stop, just say the word, okay?" she says remembering you "i-im okay.." you say with your shaky voice, lowering yourself slowly until your cunt hits the base of it. "such a good girl, taking all of me." she says kissing your neck, and then going down to your exposed tits, sucking on it briefly as you are getting used to the size. "can i see where im at?" she asked and you nodded, allowing her. one of her hands started press a few places on your belly, until she saw the bump that were on your tummy, smiling knowing she was that deep inside of you.

you started moving yourself, riding her, it was slow. she helped you with your moviments, holding your hips and guiding you. "doing so good for me baby, so good." at this point, you were already in a fast pace, riding her cock as you got used to the size, it hit your g spot just right. your moans were increasing, so you took your hand to cover your mouth. she was staring at you, admiring how pretty you were while fucking yourself on her cock, how pretty you sounded being filled with her. "wanna hear you, mamas... don´t worry about them, you can fuckin' scream if u want to." she says grabbing your arm and putting it down, you soon took both of your hands to the sides of the couch, leaning on it to help you move, you were so fucking loud.

the room was filled with sounds, the sound of billie´s cock being shoved into your drooling cunt, of her sucking your tits, or even the wet sound of her playing with your clit... but it was clear that the loudest one was of you moaning, whining, screaming while being filled by her. "you´re so gorgeous fuckin' yourself on my cock, such a angel." your walls tightened around her faux dick as your moviments slowed down due to your now tired hips.. "i-im so close, can you help me.. bills?" you say staring at her with your tired eyes "don´t even need to ask me twice." she grabbed your hips, pulling you up, as she started to pound you in that position. she wasn´t gentle, but she didn´t hurt you. "gonna cum huh? gonna let you cum now, such a good slut." she mocked you, trying to get back to her dominant self. her pace was fast, hitting your g spot over and over again.

but she ended you in the moment that she stopped holding your hips with one hand and started to play with you clit again. in that moment you could feel your orgasm hitting you in one way you never experienced before. your whole body was trembling, as you were almost unable to moan. her pace slowed down, letting you ride through your orgasm in a way that you felt like you were on heaven. "can i pull it out already, babe?" she asked you, bringing you back to earth after pulling you onto the edge of pleasure. you nodded, as she gently took it out of you. holding on your waist gently while she pushed you closer to kiss her.

billie kissed you slowly, letting yourself rest after all she put you throught. "you know that you´re the only one, right my love?" asked you.. "i know." you answered it in a lazy tone. she quickly took her phone, texting someone. "what is it?" you ask "gonna take you to a good hotel tonight okay? gotta take care of you now, prepare yourself, gonna to spoil you all night baby.." she said in a soft tone "really huh?" you said giggling with a wicked smirk "gosh not in that way... you´re so naughty sometimes... can´t be a good girl even after i had railed you?" she says slapping your exposed ass again. "so no naughty spoil?" you said in a playfull sad tone.

"only if you can take it, my love."

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[punkkture]

how i view simon riley

for a second, let’s just forget everything about him that actually is true and let me lie . . .

simon riley is 6’5” and is chubby with hella muscle underneath. hes got a lot of tattoos covering his arms and hands, and one on his torso thats battered with scars. i like to think he has dark brown hair, its just my type okay? his eyelashes are sooo long and his hands are always washed, he hates having dirty hands.

simon is a good leader, he kind of has to be. he is an amazing man when it comes to his job and his teammates, but when he gets home, thats the only chance he has to just let go. there isnt some persona he has to put on when hes home. his temper gets the best of him sometimes and hes lwk toxic asf.

“baby c’mon you know i didnt mean to, ‘m sorry” — “dont be dumb sweetie you know im busy right now, go somewhere else and leave me alone” — “stop acting like this, im tired of you right now”

but he will always come to bed with you. always kiss you goodnight. always fixes the covers back over you when he gets up in the morning. its not his fault that he just has some anger issues he never got over when he was a kid. simon is either a big teddy bear or a stone wall. hes hard to read on most days but his tone will always give it away. mf has an awful tone problem when hes having a bad day. simon’s words are often harsh when hes having a bad day but his physical nature says the complete opposite.

“just shut up baby, you sound so stupid” he’d groan at you, but at the same time he’d pull you closer into him, kneading your soft skin in his hands gently. as if he is always apologizing after every mean phrase that comes out from those parted lips. and when that hurt whine comes from your lips hes already ‘shh’-ing you and rubbing your side.

my simon riley is infatuated with his sweetheart being all dolled up and dumbed down. he loves himself a stupid dumb girl that just cant do anything by herself. of course he knows hes needed for work, but simon has never felt needed outside of his job title. even if he’d never admit it without some emotional talks, he could cry over the fact that you need him. that something as precious and pure as you needs a man as rough and battered as him. he knows deep down youre not a stupid girl, youre bright and just curious, as he likes to put it. he loves being able to explain simple things to you, loves that you call him because you forget how to turn the oven fan off and how to cut a mango. hes so thankful that hes not needed for life or death situations with you like he constantly is for work.

my simon riley is obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. he is a sucker for breeding. when hes left alone in thought he always, without a doubt, thinks about you having his babies and forever being in his life. he just knows you’d be such a good mom. you are the only person he can even picture caring for his own. your sweet and kind nature on the daily shows how maternal you are and it just makes that soft spot in his heart swell and get bigger every time he pictures it. hes also smitten with your waist line. oh god dont even get the man started on your back dimples and the curves of your hips. simon’s lips are always on your abdomen and tummy.

“gonna have my babies in here one day sweetie, youre gonna look so pretty all knocked up” he mumbles in between warm open-mouth kisses right under your belly button. his heavy fingers digging into the dips of your back as he pulls you inexplicably closer to him.

he really is such a sensitive man under all that scar tissue and bulky muscle. in my head simon is an april taurus sun, pisces moon, and rising gemini. so basically, the taurus in him showcases he has a very rough exterior that is great at displaying leadership and grounding skills, but the pisces on the inside makes him sensitive and he has a lot of emotions, then the gemini in him makes him come across as independent and deceitful at first. i could go on forever about this mans astrology chart.

simon riley who always brags about you to his friends. he’s very careful with talking about you at work though. he would most definitely set the world on fire if anything bad happened to his sweet angel girl. when he’s back from deployment, out at some shitty pub with johnny . . he can’t keep his lips sealed about you.

“i know ‘m gonna marry that girl. i know it, gonna give her my last name and at least four kids . . you wanna know what she made for dinner when i got home from the last deployment?” he rambles to poor soap who just wanted to get out of his apartment.

[erinwantstowrite]

bear with me here because i'm gonna ramble about something i've been thinking about for a while... and i'm not complaining, i'm just noticing

sometimes i think we've leaned so far into the vigilante side of the batfam that we miss out on what really makes their characters: detective work. we need more mysteries in their lives that don't lead up to some big bad "we already know who's doing it" or an "end of the world" or "yet again: this fucking guy." we need more stuff where spy movie music plays in the background and dumb adventures that don't lead up to some huge grand event with a big name villain. the shock factor stops being shocking or interesting in any capacity if we're like "Gah! the Joker! ... Again!" or whatever

does that even make sense? like "yeah sure they're blowing up a building again and there's hostages. oh look they're gonna poison the water supply." these aren't bad and that's not what i'm getting at because obviously this is a classic for comics. you need to have characters/antagonists that show up more than once and who can make a story better by being in it. and i did say to bear with me- that's because im tired. so like i hope im getting this across the right way? it's just that sometimes i don't wanna see a huge explosion, i want these motherfuckers solving a regular murder or a disappearance or regular corruption in a local office without it being tied to a grand reveal like "actually this person knows you as a long lost relative" or "they were at that circus can you guess which night they went?" that kind of thing? if you get me? like... more of the small time stuff makes the big stuff important, it makes it stand out more. at some point, the format gets repetitive even if you're switching up the villains. you can make these situations/mysteries still fun to solve for the characters and fun to read for the audience if you do it right

the concept of a detective dressed as a bat and having a sidekick in traffic light colors is inherently goofy as hell??? but that is what is so charming about it??? i think we have lost the balance between them being silly while also being intelligent with important conversations that criticize the world as we see it and teach lessons and can go over dark topics. nowadays it's always end of the world problems or just straight up the most gruesome true crime you can think of?? or they can ONLY do the dark stuff and the criticism without offering a balance of the good in the world. or we keep coming back to the FUCKING JOKER-

like yes they are vigilantes and with that comes a different level of their work, but their brand should be a mix between a black and white detective film that can get very nitty gritty and a classic spy movie, that kind of thing. at the end of the day, it's what makes them so different from the superheroes. that's what appeals to me.

seeing them in the big superhero groups is fun, don't get me wrong. it's always funny to see them standing next to people who are so powerful they never really fit in with anyone but each other, who chose to step up and use their powers for good. the Bats' specialty is Gotham and yet here they are stopping a god or whatever. and they do stop the god or whatever, all the while being an important leader and strategist to their teammates. they're important to have in these cases. but if there's a world ending event every time i pick something up, it's not as fun

the fact that they are so very human and not fantastical is why i like reading them. it's what makes the joke of people, even Gotham citizens, theorizing about them being cryptids, funny. they're fucking weird but that's because they're detectives. people who love to solve mysteries usually have a fatal flaw of curiosity. they forget the bounds between social interactions sometimes because they're used to working through problems or being intertwined with partners that understand them. but they're very much human. so human that it hurts them in many ways. and idk i've just been thinking about it lately and idk what point i'm trying to get across actually

it's just that in my eyes that's how it really is for Batman- a black and white movie narrated by a very serious man who took up a job to help people, one that has a deeper commentary on the world and viewed outwardly as pessimistic but actually has a deep hope for his city and who tries to help even the people who have wronged others. He's a stationary man in the belief that him being a constant can serve to soothe others and help them move forward. He stays in the middle of the path so he can tell everyone what is up ahead. he blends into the Gotham rainy night to serve justice but in a way that saves both the victim and the perpetrator. (the way he tucks a Robin into his cape is the same he does for Gotham with his mere presence.) and his background is actually so important to his story and yet people still somehow gloss over the lesson from it? he lost his parents because of a man who was on the opposite end of the spectrum to where he was in life. and yet he chose to help the people like the man that killed his parents. he could have done anything else with his power and money, but he instead is choosing to bring as many people up with him as he can. He's Mr. Serious that no one else can get a read on. and yet he walks into a room and he's already piecing together your life and what you're going through because he thinks it matters. he comforts people who have lost something or someone or themselves. I picture Batman and I don't picture a man trying to save the world, I picture a detective walking around a crime scene and trying to save at least one person every time he puts on the cape. and he put on the cape and became a vigilante because then he could go out of the bounds of what laws have been set up- and specifically, Gotham has other people in power who are corrupt, keeping the system that way. that's why Batman being a billionare and throwing himself into helping people at the risk of his own life is so important. he knows that if you are alive, you have something or someone to lose, no matter who you are. the dude is a bleeding heart but he doesn't know how to express it, in fear that if he gets too close, if he moves down the path with them, he'll be lost again

and then he's met with someone who should be a complete opposite, but isn't at all, because they're two sides of the same coin. his partner in crime, his son, a boy that is nothing like the black and white world that he sees. and that's the point in his life where he first sees that potentially getting lost is worth the risk. Robin is color and passion that needs guidance to move forward, but can not do so unless the stationary man learns to move with him. the kid is loud and reckless and you'd think he's from a different genre from the detective but they aren't so different, really. not when you look close enough. Dick grew up moving from place to place and seeing the world, knowing so many different people from different cultures. He's been learning to fly and jump and embrace the free fall his entire life. He's clever and he's sharp, and he thrives in the action and adventure. it's that perspective that compliments the stationary man. one is steady and the other pushes. he's the same genre but a different generation. and Batman introducing him to the way of life he chose for himself was another way he could save someone. because let's be real for a second? Dick would have gone down a very dark path had he not had Bruce, who understood, who saw not just himself in the kid but also saw who the kid has been his entire life until now. he saw Dick's parents, he saw the family he had in the circus, he saw the joy he had in what his family was doing. he saw the grief and the fire and the color that Dick's world was made of. because to Bruce, it always matters. Dick had to come to terms with Bruce's perspective to help anyone who they come across, to always give more chances, and it kept Dick from losing his color

what gets me is that the man who lives in the black and white world can actually see many different shades of gray (because black and white always needs the medium), whereas the boy in a world of color and light can get so focused on the bright that he can become single minded. and yet the boy sees a world of color and delves deeper into the lives of the peolle they come across and can be much more open minded, and the man in the black and white world sometimes forgets the shades of grey are right there. they are just like each other. they can exist without the other, but do they want to? because the black and white can be built up into the colored image, like the inking and shadows drawn on a comic book page before the colors are added in. they meet in the middle to complete each other. Bruce has been passing the story over to the next generation for a long, long time, even before his story was complete. and just like with the first Robin, it was so for every Robin afterwards. they each color in the lines differently, but that's what makes Robin so special, so unique. they are an art style that branches into their own life, but can not forget where they started: tucked into Batman's cape and the inky black of his world

and so detective work really frames their hunanity to me. the mysteries they get their hands on, the glimpses into the lives of Gotham citizens that they swore to protect, it's fascinating. it's what makes their story stand out compared to the people who can lift trucks or cast spells or run around the world in seconds. so yeah ig that's what i'm trying to say? that i want to read more of that? in both canon and fanon. cause even the small time villains we see can be like. AWFUL people and it takes out the fun of their gimmicks. and if it were any other day this would be a more coherent post but alas, it is not any other day

[anlxcqrd]

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

sypnosis: the strongest lets you wear his blindfold and things escalated very quickly.

contains: friends to lovers? p in v, oral sex, etc.

pairings: gojo satoru/reader

warnings: mdni nsfw ahead!

a/n: took a break and now im here. sorry if it sucks cause i didn't proofread it cause im still busy :(

"Like who puts milk first? Some people are just a bunch of psychos!" He clasps both sides of his head in a dramatic way as he ranted.

"Uh huh"

"Don't give me that 'oh it's to prevent my cereal from getting soggy' shit. I can't understand them Y/N!" He whined and you put your mug down on the coffee table where his long legs where resting.

"You know what I don't understand?" You look at him and he tilts his head to the side as if to say 'what'. "How you can see through your blindfold. I get that you have the six eyes but i dont get how the seeing through shits works. Can you also see other objects?" You look at him as if he was a flat earther and he only laughs.

"That's cause im cool." He arrogantly brushed his hair back. "And only cool people can do this!" You roll your eyes knowing you're not getting a proper answer from him.

"Wanna try wearing it?" He asks you and you immediately shake your head. "No! You're gonna tire yourself out and I was just-" he cuts you off. "Look, I might say that a lot but trust me I'm not that weak and its only for fun! Its not like you're going to burn it or something."

His long fingers then trail to the top of his blindfold and pulled it down slowly. There you can see his mesmerizing azure eyes staring down at you. "Here." He hands you his blindfold.

You reluctantly take it from him and you slide it on. As expected, you can't see anything. Just right before you can take it off, a pair of lips meet yours, capturing you in a tender yet deep kiss.

"Mmh!" You push him away and took off the blindfold. You see him looking at you with a flushed face. "Y/N I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me I just-" you kiss him cutting off whatever he said. His eyes widen and immediately kisses you back.

And thats how you end up face down ass up taking in the meanest backshots you've ever received. "Fuck!" He spanked your ass hard making you squirm. His huge hands gripped your hips hard to keep you in place.

The way he was pistoning into you made you tear up from how it good it felt. You wish you can see him through the blindfold that was preventing you from seeing.

"Satoruuu" you whine as he rubbed tight circles on your clit making your legs tremble. His tip was kissing your g-spot trying his best not to hit your cervix and cause any discomfort. "Y/N" he whimpered your name, he feels like his hips had a mind of its own, moving on its own like it was a hungry beast.

As the teacher's lounge was filled with sounds of your hips hitting each other along with your moans and whimpers. He flips you on your back and kisses you again. This abyss is something you never want to escape. Your souls were colliding, fading into each other as you made love with passion.

"I'm cummin' ngh can i cum in you? Please let me cum in you." He begged desperate to release himself inside your gummy walls.

"yes please cum in me. Fill me up satoru." You nod vigorously, drunk in his touch and love. He kneaded your breasts, pulling and pinching them as he picks his pace up desperate to cum.

"Ah-yes fuck yes!" He groaned feeling his balls tighten as they hit your ass. "Don't stop, please! Fuck right there yes!!" Your eyes roll back behind the fabric as you fill his warm cum fill you up.

His trembling hands sloppily takes off the blindfold, giving you access to see again. He groped your breast and sucked the other one as he grinds into you again.

You kiss him before moving down to his still-hard cock. You kiss his tip and pre cum leaked out of him. As you start sucking him off he licks a long stripe on your cunt making you gasp and almost lose your balance. "Ah! Satoru wait- ngh!" He only pushes your head further down and fucks your mouth.

after what felt like an eternity you both reached your limits and is now cuddled up on the couch. You kiss his cheek and he holds you closer.

The silence went on for a long time until you hear the door open.

Oh shit.

[carmenberzattosgf]

thouts ab carm carm my DARLING slice of parm??? alwayz <3333

currently daydreaming my hours away thinking ab how nice the weight of his noggin would feel laid on like. the abdomen area if that makes snenses? likeee wauuuaaa so comfy and warm and a nice lil amount of pressure it would fix me it would SOOOO fix me rn.... wanna pet him...like when you get those big dogs like staffordshire terriers j laying on u for snuggles?? yea that. oughe...fack...warm strong hands...knead me like dough....ohhh im gonna scream. wheres my microwaveable plush bear.... -best regards, the other olive <3, kissa kissa smoochie

( carm carm slice of parm *sobs*) I THINK ABOUT THIS SO OFTEN. I need him to lay on me in a non sexual way just for the pressure.

Sobbing thinking about this in the middle of Chicago winter. Carmy getting off of work early and making his way to your place to find you laying on the couch with the heater on. Him just snuggling his face into your tummy after shedding off the winter layers because you’re so warm and soft :( His hands would slip underneath your shirt to rub at your sides, trying to massage away any of your stress.

Your hands take to gently combing out his curls, getting out any of the small knots that have developed from the day. Once all the knots are out, you can rub your fingertips on his scalp, which calms him all the way down instantly.

Eventually, Carmy will get up and make you both dinner. For now though, he’s content to take a small nap, resting on your stomach. He’s honestly never slept better.

[mythalism]

in my rook hating mindset now after that post this morning and cannot stop thinking about how they are literally the worst protagonist maybe in any story i have ever experienced JRHGKJERHGJERG. and like if you love your rook i am not saying you shouldn't. if you love your rook i am so so happy for you genuinely but you are also probably brilliant and have a huge brain because what the game gives you to build off of is so abysmal.

i literally cannot stop thinking about how insane it is that rook literally causes a double blight and worldwide catastrophe on a scale which thedas has not seen probably since the creation of the veil itself and just. experiences no remorse. and the story tries to tell us thats a good thing and makes them better than the villain/their foil. JHREGJKHERGJKHERG. HELLO?!!??!?!?! literally no one ever goes "hey maybe you shouldnt have done that" except solas and hes framed as the VILLAIN!!! WHAT!!!!!!!!!! hawke blames themselves for not putting the pieces together fast enough when a bouquet of white lilies arrived at their door? the narrative gleefully condemn anders with the immediate opportunity to kill him for his crimes. nearly every single character in origins immediately puts the entirety of the responsibility for the fifth blight on loghain's shoulders, regardless of the CLEAR SUGGESTION that the battle at ostagar could never have been won. and all of these makes sense for the world and characters!!!!! of course hawke would blame themselves for their families deaths when they were given the role of protector by leandra after malcom dies. of course the city of kirkwall is going to want anders dead for his extreme act of violence rather than start the uncomfortable process of acknowledging the beloved chantry's complicity in large scale abuse happening in the mage circles!!!! of course alistair and the warden are going to blame loghain for the blight and cailan's death!!!! it doesnt matter if they are right or wrong, it makes sense for their perspective and worldview to feel this way!!!!

have yall gotten the low approval conversations in inquisition????? solas's "Inquisitor. Tell me. How does it feel? Being you. Are you blissfully unaware or, deep inside, is some part of you banging on the walls, screaming?" cassandra getting drunk and practically spitting in your face how she regrets raising you up to such power? blackwalls' "Are you proud of yourself, of what you’ve built here? How about the lives you’ve destroyed along the way? Given much thought to those lately? Is this Inquisition all you wanted it to be? Because I’m disappointed. All I see is a gang of thugs led by a self-serving tyrant." and these SCATHING comments from those who once believed in the inquisitor enough to join their cause come from decisions that affect a fraction of the population that dies under the southern double blight. people will rip the inquisitior to fucking shreds when they fuck up. THATS THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE TRESPASSER DLC EHRGKJHERGKJHERG. like holy shit every decision carries the weight of "oh my god whos gonna hate me. who is going to die because of my choice. how is this going to come back to bite me." have we forgotten what its like to return to varric after leaving hawke in the fade and confess what we did? the call we just made? to look him in the eye and tell him that we sacrificed his best friend? WHY IS ROOK NEVER ASKED TO PARTICIPATE IN ANY OF THIS INTROSPECTION?????????? TO EVALUATE HOW THEIR DECISIONS AFFECT THOSE AROUND THEM BOTH PERSONALLY AND SOCIETY AS A WHOLE????? OH MY GODDDDD

the regret prison scene is so insane. first its insane because its solas at his best and most cunty. but secondly it makes no fucking sense even if im largely distracted by pookie being fun and villainous. solas tries desperately to play up rook's regrets during their conversations and we are supposed to believe that it was that manipulation that allowed him to swap with them in the prison. how does this actually work? blood magic? dont worry about it, kitten. but then when we get into the prison.... the only two regrets that manifest are things that just happened within the last 3 hours - your two party sacrifices. lets be clear that these are not even real sacrifices because literally all of these people volunteer to go and then argue about why they should go. this is so fucking stupid. then rook looks at the statues and says "i dont regret this because this was your choice". YEAH????? OF COURSE YOU DONT FUCKING REGRET IT WHY WOULD YOU. HELLO???? THIS WAS NOT ROOKS CHOICE THIS WAS ROOK JUST SAYING "SURE I GUESS". AND THEN THATS ENOUGH! THEY JUST LEAVE BC THEY CONQUERED THEIR REGRETS!?!?!?!?!??! WHAT!!!!!! there is no discussion of rook being responsible for the blight in the south that we find out via ooc inquisitior letter has KILLED LITERALLY EVERYONE. no suggestion that their recklessness and willingness to act WITHOUT ALL THE INFORMATION at the ritual is the reason for every single thing the evanuris do following their release.

and let me be very clear bc i know this was causing drama on twitter last week. i am not saying the double blights is rook's fault. i actually dont think it is their fault, although i do think they are stupid and reckless and shouldn't have acted so carelessly. but although rook is responsible for ghilly and edgar breaking free, rook is not responsible for the their actions following that freedom, and rook is not at fault for being put into an impossible situation (the need to stop solas's ritual) without all of the information on what the ritual was and what stopping it might incur. however, the double blight is rook's fault in the same way that the veil, the fall of the elvhen empire, elven mortality, and every demon's existence is solas's fault; which is to say, it is and it is not. solas was backed into a corner, in a desperate situation without knowledge of the potential consequences, and was forced to make a decision for the good of the world when he imprisoned the evanuris and blight with the veil. rook was backed into a corner, in a desperate situation without knowledge of the potential consequences, and was forced to make a decision for what they thought was the good of the world when they interrupted solas's ritual. but while solas feels immense guilt and responsibility for the choice he made, rook feels.... absolutely none. and the game tells us that... they're right? people should just not take accountability for anything? i will give credit where it's due here that varric's contribution to this scene is quite good and his line where rook tries to take responsibility for his death and varric says smth like "no, that was my own choice and you dont get to take that from me" is B A N G E R. WHERE WAS THAT ENERGY IN THE REST OF THIS FUCKING GAME!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

THAT was the lesson solas needed to learn, not that his regret was wrong but that it was MISPLACED!!!!!!!!! and that is why it is mythal acknowledging that their burden is shared and not his alone is the culmination of his entire story and what finally allows him to move on. pride stands alone, wisdom seeks out the input of others to make an informed and wise decision. this is also why he leaves such breadcrumbs for the inquisitor (a high approval one, at least) because he respects their opinion and their input and their existence and the way they treat him turns him back into wisdom from pride. this is why a romanced inquisitor mentions his name being pride and how its possible that hes not even CAPABLE of changing his mind because it would be so against his nature, and he needs someone whose opinion he values to show him the way. his flaw is his SELF INFLICTED LONELINESS!!!!! NOT HIS REGRET. varric even fucking says this in some random banter you get with his ghost in the infirmary but im too lazy to go find it on my desktop. its something about how he sees attachments as a weakness rather than a strength. his pride causes him to take on responsibility that is not his, his wisdom -> pride corruption has led him to believe he is the only one capable of fixing the world's problems and he will destroy both himself and those he loves in the process. he asserts that he is just a man but is unable to stop making decisions for the world like a god.

THIS is the solas/rook foil that should have been: rook relies on their friends and that reliance is ESSENTIAL; after all, the neve/bellara and davrin/harding sacrifice is essential to win. in contrast solas refuses to rely on anyone, and this isolation makes him increasingly cruel. when he has no one to mirror the way a spirit should, he becomes Pride, too proud and too god-like. his attachments make him more human. he is terrified of depending on others and will kill them rather than risk the vulnerability of dependence after what it has done to him (mythal, felassan). he has to unlearn this avoidance and fear, he has to admit that there "could have been a better way" that someone else saw and he did not. he must learn that he does not have all the answers. he is not Pride. its NOT that rook doesnt experience regret and doesn't take accountability for mistakes while solas is trapped by his own regrets. the message we got instead is so incoherent. but it was SO CLOSE TO BEING GOOD. the bones of this are littered everywhere in both the game and in the datamined content and for some reason it just could not be brought together in a way that makes sense.

the message that rook is "right" and better for not having regrets is genuinely insane, especially when the "regrets" they have to conquer are literally just. other peoples decisions. the fact that rook has the audacity to say to solas that he could never escape the prison while they could so easily because he is trapped by his own regret as if rook is better than him is genuinely so fucking dumb it makes me want to claw my eyes out for having been forced to read it. rook sacrifices nothing and learns nothing. the sacrifices within the game belong to the characters that make them, rook does not order people to their deaths in the same way that solas or even THE INQUISITOR do. rook never is asked to grapple with the fact that they ACCIDENTALLY unleashed a double blight, no matter how good their intentions. WHY DOES NO ONE BLAME THEM FOR THIS???? regardless of if it is their fault or not, the objective truth of fault does not matter, what matters is that you make decisions and PEOPLE JUDGE YOU FOR THEM!!!!!!!!! THIS IS LIKE FOUNDATIONAL TO THESE GAMES JEHRGJKREHGJKRHG. this is what the entire game is about doing to solas. judging him. based on his choices. and the game clearly wants you to have empathy for him in the end. but its so OBVIOUS that the vessel for building up that empathy should have been ROOK EXPERIENCING THE SAME THING!!! THE SAME JUDGEMENT!!! THE SAME GROWTH!!!!! FEELING THE BURDEN OF THE WORLD ON THEIR SHOULDERS. FEELING THE DREAD OF GUILT AND SHAME AND REGRET. TRYING TO DEFEND THEIR INTENTIONS!!! I DIDNT MEAN TO I DIDNT MEAN TO IT WAS A MISTAKE!!!! LEARNING THAT THEY HAVE TO OWN UP TO IT BUT THEY ALSO HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO MOVE FORWARD!!!!!! HELLO!??!?!?!?! they BARELY even express remorse for the treviso/minrathous sacrifice, even when faced with neve/lucanis's anger they just go "a decision had to be made and i made it". well. YEAH? LIKE YEAH THATS RIGHT BUT HUMANS HAVE FEELINGS??? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A PERSON, NOT A BLANK SLATE VIDEO GAME PROTAGONIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS OKAY TO FEEL BAD!!!! YOU MADE A DECISION THAT RESULTED IN PEOPLE DYING. ANY HUMAN BEING WOULD FEEL BAD ABOUT THIS. ITS KIND OF FUCKING WEIRD THAT YOU DO NOT. HOW IS ROOK JUST BORN BEING OK WITH THIS. ITS SO ROBOTIC AND ARTIFICIAL LOL

rooks actions are such a clear, perfect parallel to solas putting up the veil and the guilt that haunts him afterwards that i KNOW it was intended that way and somehow it just got completely shafted. it literally feels like they did have a coherent parallel going and for some reason were forced to change directions last minute and thus we got some mish mashed barely cobbled together incoherent nonsense with clear echoes of its former self. instead rook has no flaws, makes perfect judgements at all time, has unconditional support from all of their friends who also make perfect judgements, are immune to making mistakes, and the message is its actually just really easy to not have regrets if you just choose right every time and refuse to take responsibility for anything as long as you had good intentions :D

[mossterunderthebed]

ok op agreed HOWEVER two things:

ONE, I think jujutsu society is very well integrated into normal society, and it often used in fairly insidious ways. hiding an entire extra species from all of humanity is not actually a very aboveboard thing to do. Like we can all agree on that right? esp when its causing massive amounts of death? if that happened with a virus or something in a country and their government just Never Told Their People that would be bad. That's bad.

So with the Fushiguros I dont know that the govt or it being 'illegal' COULD really have stopped what was happening. If police investigates, officers would have gotten paid off/been fired, etc. Orders from the top, shut your mouth or lose your job. What are you gonna do? They're not even supposed to know about this stuff.

There's a lot of powerful and rich people in the jujutsu world and they can and WILL crush you. Not even necessarily for the greater good. Just so that things will keep on going the way they always have been, because that's the system, and to them, it works.

TWO, I dont think megumi's well-being was of no priority to gojo at all I think hes just maddeningly good at compartmentalization which for him is a skill that is absolutely necessary. it is for any corcerer but him especially and clan kids especially. they dont have a choice so better figure out how to make your peace with it now before you get your feelings hurt about it and end up dead or like toji.

whether he could save megumi or not was not something he had the luzury to be thinking of int a practical sense when thousands of people- sorcerers and ordinary humans- were in danger of being massacred by Sukuna should the fancy strike him Also Kanjaku's plans were still in high gear and they needed that to Stop Now because it was going nowhere good, and fast.

so he has to defeat sukuna anyways for at least three reasons. he doesnt have time to be sentimental about the kid he helped and taught (and 'raised like a treasure' in Maki's words, partially to be used as a weapon and instrument of change, yes, but he was pretty much clear about that from the beginning and never acted in a way contrary to that) and if he DID have any fondness for him that needed to go in The Box ASAP.

so i think youre right on some level and im not here to fight with you BUT i also think that there can be nuances to the character at the same time. hes selfish and progressive but i dont think hes usually manipulative in an ill intentioned way.

also he doesnt exactly keep it a secret when he is being manipulatve so im not sure the term holds its meaning anymore cause like, if anyone asked him about his plans for jujutsu society that he even moderately trusted he'd spout off until they told him to shut it.

also yeah his empathy is like rock bottom lol. tho i think he does get better after suguru leaves probably cause hes always wondering what he missed and how and why and unconciously starts looking for it in other ppl.

HOT TAKE #11

Gojo’s character flaw isn't that being the strongest makes him lonely. His flaws is he thinks that being the strongest makes him exist in a category above all other human beings, and therefore he doesn't have to bother trying to empathize with them. He describes everyone else as plants, they're not even animals, they're unthinking plants.

It's a flaw that shows in all of his behavior. He throws his weight around, bullies people to get what he wants, generally doesn't respect other people's autonomy. He loves his students but he also uses them as tools for his scheme to reform jujutsu society. This actually hurts his students, especially Megumi. His students don't even realize they're being used because they all are indoctrinated into thinking they owe him. Gojo is actually pretty manipulative guys, he just happens to have very progressive ideals at the same time.

Literally, everything he did to Megumi. Gojo had the option of putting Megumi into foster care, because hey guess what human trafficking is illegal the Zen'in had no real claim on him. Making an eight year old work to earn room and board by selling away his future is bad actually, it's bad.

Megumi's mental health and well-being is like a tertiary priority to Gojo at best. He literally says out loud to Sukuna he feels no qualms about beating Megumi up. He literally said that. The whole fight he cared more about having a fun fight with Sukuna then the issue of saving Megumi.

Anyway all of this is good because if Gojo were a traditional good mentor he would be boring.

[l0vedrvgg]

let’s play a game!

a game i used to play with my cousins when we were young and its how i shifted when i was 5.

game rules:

-you have no limits you can even shape shift and have super powers!

-let go of the outer world because once the game starts you become who you chose to be.

-choose someone to play the game with for better acting but you can still act alone.

now lets start!

choose your desire.

choose someone to play the game with (optional).

the outer world and any worries or thoughts related to the 3d don’t exist anymore once the game starts.

start the game and have fun! you are now in your desired world!!!.

end game whenever desired but make sure to have fun!.

now why does this work?

because you are now embodying your desired self and forgetting about your old self/world and you’re just letting it be

you wont care anymore about what you see because you have it now!

you accept your imagination as the real and only reality no matter what you see and the game is actually fun because you can have wtv you want with no limits

actually once you accept the game as real you will notice that your imagination will align with your desires by itself which means that the 3d will start reflecting your desires!

im gonna give you 2 examples

example-1

lets say that you want to shift to your favorite movie or series. now start the game and once it starts your house becomes your dr house, your parents? dr parents or characters, your siblings? your dr siblings or friends. remember when you were a kid and you acted like you had super powers and stuff? literally do the same thing you used to do thats how you act as if. it has always been fun and it was never like a chore.

example-2

lets say that you want a different appearance. literally talk to yourself about how you look so gorgeous and how you look exactly like you how want. every time you walk see your desired body walking, every time you look in the mirror you are actually seeing your desired face. literally when you are walking in the streets everyone is seeing you with your desired appearance and imagine all the compliments theyre thinking of if not saying.

the reason i like this is that you dont have to close your eyes and affirm or imagine as if its a chore or smth and then go back to your old story. no you have your desires now and you are actually living it and its fun because its a game! you can even include other people in it which makes it more fun. and this way doesn’t separate the 3d from the 4d which imo is much better

[gatorbites-imagines]

micheal meyers fic if you still write for him? 🎃

I rlly liked your other fics with him, not a big fan of him being characterized as overly affectionate so I rlly liked your kinktober fics about him

something in a similar vein to that? smut or no smut is chill, just him being infatuated in his own creepy way

Michael Myers x male reader

Headcanons

Im happy you like my stuff :3c ive never imagined he was overly affectionate either, it just didn’t feel like it fit his character very much, ya know? No hate to the people who write that, I just like imagining him as a creepy guy, standing there… menacingly…

I think the only way you two could have met where you made a lasting impression is if you were somehow at the same asylum as him. Be it as a doctor or a patient. But I’ve never read a fic where the reader was one of the doctors, so that’s what we’re gonna go with here.

Joining up at smith’s grove sanitarium hadn’t been your first choice, since it was known as a pretty run-down place, that treated their patients more as prisoners than people. It may have been a place for the worst of the worst, but they were still people in your eyes.

You get Michaels attention by somehow wrenching his care from Dr Loomis’s hands, using all kinds of laws and loopholes to rip it from him and then running for the door pretty much. To you, what Loomis did should get him placed in jail and his license removed, as it could only have made his patients states worse.

Building a relationship with Michael is what many would call impossible. But you believed that every person had something special that fueled them, and just being treated like a worthwhile human being always seemed to do the trick.

It took months, if not years for you to really worm your way into Michael’s heart, or whatever was left of it. He hadn’t really had many positive male people in his life, something you also blamed Dr Loomis for, but over time he grew closer to you, in his own way.

To others it may seem like Michael was the same as always, but at this point you’ve worked with him so long that you know him. You can feel his attention follow you, even when you are on the other side of the yard where the patients get sunlight.

It’s no shock that you are most patients’ favorite, especially after you become head of the hospital, after a very long and stressful battle with those stuck in their old ways. It made you start cleaning house, getting rid of bad caretakers and methods to replace them with better ones.

You took it extremely seriously, and would have any so called interviewers or investigators removed from the premises, to not mess with your patients’ care.

You gain a bit of a reputation in the media at how incredibly cruel you can be to the people who wish to use and abuse your patients. Some call you crazy for protecting them, especially as everyone knows Michael Myers resides there.

But to you, it doesn’t matter. You have no spouse, no children, you haven’t talked to your family since you left home at 18, all you truly have is your job, so that is what you use your energy on.

And if a lot of that time is spent with Michael, then so be it. Having Michael actually emote or pay attention to you, is a big step in the right direction in your book. You can never get him to talk, but he does succeed in learning a couple of signs, though you suspect he only does it because he knows it makes you happy.

Later you would look back on Michael’s escape as something you blamed on yourself. Over the long time you had been his caretaker, you always made sure to be there on Halloween, since it was such an important date for him.

He never told you this, obviously, but you could tell. It just happened that you had needed surgery around that time, something you couldn’t put off as much as you wanted. If you wanted to keep caring for your patients, then you needed it done.

So, it truly shouldn’t have been such a surprise for one of your nurses to call you in a panic that Michael had somehow gotten out. Being bedbound, there wasn’t much you could do but give orders from home and watch the tv.

You didn’t technically live in Haddonfield, but you lived close enough that you could bike to town for groceries if you needed to, but also so you could drive to work without much issue.

Seeing no reports of murders outside the usual made you sigh and slump in on yourself. You had put off taking your pain medication, wanting to be clearheaded and aware, just in case you needed to be. And what else kept one clear in the head but pain.

As bedridden as you were, there wasn’t much you could do when you heard your back door open. You only knew it was that door, as it had a loud squeaky hinge you never got fixed, as it wasn’t like you used that entrance much.

Seeing Michaels looming stature shouldn’t have been a shocker either. What did amaze you to a certain, professional extent, was that he hadn’t put on his usual coveralls or mask, instead it was one you two had made together using safe materials.

There was no verbal or physical reply when you spoke to him, outside of a slight rise of tension in his shoulders when he heard you grunt in pain, as you turned to look at him.

You didn’t want to call the hospital, knowing just how volatile Michael could be. And you may have replaced many doctors and nurses, but they still feared him, all but you at least. The only thing you truly could do was speak to him, to make him stay so he didn’t go kill anyone.

Maybe it was the years of care you had given him, but Michael at some point moved closer, just staring down at you and the bandages around your stomach.

You had a feeling he wanted to poke it or maybe just unwrap it, but you had worked with him about other people’s pain tolerance. Michael still only seemed to care when it was you, but you put a lot of stuff in his notes about your professional opinion and growth.

There were worse caretakers than Michael. In all reality he wasn’t really a caretaker. A lot of it was just him standing by the door, in the corner, or right at the foot of your bed to watch you. Hed shuffle after you wherever you went in the apartment, even carrying you when you couldn’t move too much.

you had decided to heal enough to bring him back to smith’s grove when you healed enough, already knowing how violent Michael could be with other people.

To Michael though, this meant more than you meant. He wasn’t one to feel lust or much romantic attraction, but he was drawn to you and attached enough to just stay, to even bring you your pill bottles and water, like how you would to him at smith’s grove.

You theorized it made him happy, in his own way, to know he was helping in the ways he knew how. Another more paranoid part of your brain did worry about what he did when you slept, since the pain medication had that effect.

Nothing ever looked out of place, but you did catch him kneeling beside your bed on more than one occasion, just holding your hand. Or the times hed place your hand on top of his head so you would caress him.

It was inappropriate for a doctor to do such a thing with his patients, but Michael seemed calmer and more at ease when it was just you two. He couldn’t cuddle in bed with you, and neither did he seem to want to, but being held and coddle in small amounts seemingly worked for him.

Michael clearly wasn’t pleased when you took him to return to smith’s grove, but he actually came along without issue. It caused a whole media storm, but over the years you had mastered those too. As long as it helped your patients, then you would do it, to a certain extent.

And if giving Michael weekends at your place where he got to stalk you around your own property was what he needed, then so be it. you saw it as progress, in his own, weird way. Hell, Michael even started sitting and having dinner with you instead of just hovering. To you that was a win, no matter what others said.

[homagetohers]

Video Games

pairings: Josh Washington x F!Reader, Chris Hartley x Ashley Brown (Until Dawn) type: fluff, too deep into the friendship, mutual pining, subtle flirting summary: Josh and Chris have gaming nights as the only 'geeks' in the group. Chris and Ashley got together and she found out of this 'secret'. Since they knew nobody else would be interested they didn't invite anyone and they knew nobody would care for it regardless. Ashley tells you about it and you join Chris's party and surprising them both. AU: sister's never disappeared, all of them are university students now too. vibes intended: cherry flavored - The Neighbourhood (I personally listen to Odetari when playing competitive games such as Overwatch which will be reference to the video game they'll be playing.) for the best experience: unfortunately we lost interactivefics, but there's another chrome extension called word replacer II; I recommend using it to have this be read in the way it was intended. I will have this on my masterlist at some point, but for now this'll be a disclaimer on every post I make. I hear when people say it breaks the immersion when using y/n and such, but I use the extension above and it gets me more excited to read. hopefully, with this, people can enjoy this piece of work and other y/n works. (i can also make a you / y/n-less version, but i just prefer seeing my name for DR purposes) word count: 2944 part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Chris booted up his computer to get into his and Josh's untimely tradition of playing video games until dawn. Their current fixation stands tall to be a five versus five shooter with each character having unique abilities and are divided into three ranks. Each team has one tank, two damage dealers, and two supports. Chris is a serious tank main while his main damage dealer teammate would be Josh. Josh may sometimes switch it up by taking up the other roles, but it was clear which one was his favorite.

Chris's phone buzzed; the screen lit up to reveal a new-found message from his gaming buddy, Josh. The chat log reads:

Josh: still up for the matches? Chris: yeah im just turning the game on Josh: ok cool i thought maybe bc ash was with u you'd forget Chris: nah bro we had a plan ill stick to it Josh: that tight bod bro, bro we're gonna lose u to it Chris: i dont have a raging libido like u josh Josh: u wound me

As soon as the game loaded up, an invite from Josh immediately popped up on the top part of the screen. He accepted and as soon as the voice chat system on the game connected he could hear screaming on the other side: "YEEEEEEAAAH!" Their names pop up on the left side corner of the screen with a speaker graphic to symbolize them speaking.

Chris's expression turned quizzical, "Josh?" the username 'c0destopher' perked up on the screen while the username 'washingmachine' never left.

Josh, still excited for having his winding down time, kept going. "We're finally doing this since we've been buried under exams. They're OVER! Let's get this party started!"

Josh chose the role queue option which allows players to pick their ranks ahead of time which ensures better play experience as everyone enters the match knowing what they want is given. Chris, without taking much time confirmed only tank. Josh decided on all roles, and since Chris was only tank, he only had the chance to be a damage dealer or support.

Chris's door swings open. Ashley, who was too engrossed in her phone, began to speak. "Hey Chris, I'm going out to the store to get something I'd need for the-" She looks up to realize the dark atmosphere with his computer screaming RGB lights that lit the room in an unnatural way. "You playing with Josh?"

His heart sank from her sudden entrance, but regained his composure. "Yeah Ash, he could still hear us if you wanna say hi." Ashley took him up on his offer and took the headphones off of Chris. She held one ear pad up to her ear to not ruin her hair, but still be able to hear Josh.

Ashley smiled as he greeted her. "What's up Josh?" Chris couldn't actually hear what Josh was telling her, the muffled sounds were whisked away by his thoughts overwhelming him. It'd only been a while back he confessed to Ashley and she excitedly accepted to be his girlfriend. It still feels surreal to him. She tucked her hair behind the free ear and began speaking once more.

"That's good, I'm well. You do this often?" Her eyes looked up unintentionally, as to focus on the conversation. She slightly nods her head from time to time.

She tilted her head and hummed before speaking. "Well, I just wanted to see if Chris wanted anything from the store." Chris's eyes were locked onto her facial features, the way she moved, and her cute mannerisms when she's talking to somebody on the phone.

She keeps nodding out of nowhere and he could hear Josh stopping to allow her to speak. "Oh! I'm getting some stuff I need for my hair, and also some snacks. I forgot some things I needed."

Josh's muffled voice perked up and Chris could hear him going on about the match about to begin. Ashley responds immediately. "The game's starting? I'll get you back to Chris." She places the headphones back on for him, trying her best not to hurt him. The character selection screen opens, but Chris looks back at Ashley as she leaves the room.

Before she closes the door after herself, she peered into the room once more. "I’ll get you some snacks, anything else?" He nods sweetly to her and she smiles and closes the door.

She got her coat from the hanger and wore it. With her purse on her shoulder, Ashley left the apartment and locked the door behind her. She placed her key in her purse, and took out her phone from her pocket. She messaged y/n asking to call her.

A few moments later, her phone rang to see a call premeditated by her own message asking for it. “You won’t believe what I just saw!” Ashley giddly spoke to the phone. She pressed the button to the elevator to signal it to open on her floor.

Her friend responded on the other side. “What happened?”

“I just saw Chris and Josh playing the game you like! This is your moment! Surprise them and join them!”

y/n audibly gasped. “What?! They used to bully me about it all the time!”

y/n continued on, this time mocking Josh’s words to her when talking about the game she liked. “Call Of Duty is the better of the competitive games and not that hero rainbow bullshit!” Her voice went sarcastically deeper and had a few ‘blah blah blah’s splattered around it.

Ashley left the elevator to walk outside. The wind gushing through her as she left the complex. “I know! That’s why I got so shocked, I thought you’d love to know that they got into it so you could tease back. Especially, Josh. I didn’t show that I cared too much so they wouldn’t suspect a thing!”

She took some time to think it through before responding. “I don’t think I should even if I want to show them for teasing me and then playing it. If I wasn’t invited then it’d look bad on me to join their group.”

“Oh come on, y/n. We both know they wouldn’t mind you playing, they didn’t invite you because it’d look badly on them for teasing you about the same game they got themselves into. I even got Chris’s username memorized for you.”

y/n relented and gave in to Ashley’s plan. “Alright why not. I’m down to cause a little bit of chaos.”

“I’ll send you everything right now.” Ashley closed the phone and looked ahead of her to cross the street. She arrived at the grocery store and went inside to escape the cold. Once inside, she opened her phone once more. Ashley spilled out everything she remembered, hoping it’d suffice.

Ashley: c0destopher#5576 y/n: thats actually so geeky Ashley: i know its so stupid y/n: birds of a feather, your username on goodreads reminds me of the one he has on the game Ashley: dont compare me to that when im doing u a favor to get closer to josh y/n: aye aye captain y/n: i friend requested him Ashley: im sure he accepts everyone y/n: and that u are right ab bc he accepted me right away Ashley: ok ill go focus on doing what i have to do update me whenever ill read when i can y/n: okay thanks ash i will let u know how it goes, stay safe

She booted up the game as she friend requested him on the mobile app. Unsurprisingly on Chris's account, it shows a new button: 'join group' and y/n had a long and hard moment of clarity set in that she's going to have to face Josh if she entered. Her face felt warmer, not that they were anything special, but he was special. She regretted relenting to Ashley's plans due to the trouble she went through getting the information to her.

She took a deep breath and entered their group. The bottom left corner displays a party chat message: unforgettable has joined the group.

Josh, not realizing the message, spoke up. "Yeah I think out of the group, y/n stands out the most, you know? The only person that has playful banter back towards me within the group from the girls. Jess and Em both would do the same, but they're too into their boyfriends so they act like they're untouchable. Sam likes to ensure I wouldn't get hurt which is sweet, but it ruins the fun. Like you could tell she's holding back for my sake."

She, who obviously entered a conversation which shouldn't be privy to her, shoved a palm onto her mic to mute it which showed her name with the speaker graphic. She didn't waste time in messaging Ashley.

y/n: I dun goofed. Ashley: what?

Chris realized first that a message showed up in their party chat that isn't accounted for and the voice chat had a third person suddenly. "Wait who is that?" She could see him using his charge attack to stun his enemy into a wall to kill them. When a friend joins a party in an ongoing game, the leftover friend spectates the match. The chat still open on her phone, y/n stayed quiet to just see the chaos begin to brew and to text Ash.

y/n: I seriously fucked up. Ashley: you gotta explain EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!

Josh took a look and was at a loss. "I dunno. Did you invite them?" Josh was playing a character with double shotguns, and his character needed to creep near enemies to deal serious damage. Typical shotguns.

y/n: he didn't realize i heard him neither of them did?????? Ashley: STOP BEING CRYPTIC WHATS GOING ON??????

"No, did you?" Chris, even if nobody could see, shook his head due to habit. His character slashed his hammer at the enemy tank, dealing some okay output, but the reason for this is to create space for his team to do the damage. She realized this quite quickly.

y/n: WELL i listened to u and joined them and i joined them as josh was talking about the girls and he spoke about me saying i was the only one that stood out to him between all the girls since i give and take in his banter with us. Ashley: OMG? THEN WHAT?

Josh answered his question and was about to say something else, "no," but Chris remembered something.

y/n: heres where i fucked up, yk my mic has an external mute button where placing a palm on it would mute? Ashley: yeah so?

He spoke up. "Oh! They added me a few minutes back and I accepted." Score, he remembered her, but didn't realize who she was. She thought to herself. Josh was getting ready to use his 'ultimate' ability since he charged it to the max. y/n got more focused into the conversation with Ashley that her fingers were going to reach the speed of light.

y/n: well i kinda sorta fucked up by being so nervous after i heard what i heard that i literally kind of slapped the top part where the palm was supposed to go and they heard it and realized i was there Ashley: GIRL WHAT SO THEY DIDNT REALZE YOU HEARD THEM OHMYGDOS???? y/n: YUP IMAGINE WHAT THE HELL? Ashley: SO CHRIS KNOWS THIS ENTIRE TIME THAT JOSH THINKS YOIURE SPECIAL NAND NEVER TOLD ME? THE AUDAXITY OF THAT MAN y/n: WHAT LOL?

Josh chuckled a bit. "Why do you accept randos?" He hid on the roof of a high building on the map, then jumped down and used his ability which sent bullets in a good radius in a circular motion, killing three members of the enemy team. He was shot in the head by the enemy sniper after, and thought for a second as he respawned in game. "Kick them out?"

y/n: HES TELLING CHRIS TO KICK ME OUT Ashley: NONONONO ITS GETTING GOOD

Chris didn't skip a beat. "Sure alright."

y/n: YOUR BOYFRIENDS A BASTARD HE SAID SURE TO KICKING ME?? Ashley: SAY SOMETHING OF COURSE THEY DON'T KNOW ITS YOU y/n: OK GTG BGYE

Ashley was right. y/n had to speak up now or forever hold her peace. "WAITWAITWAIT! It's just me." She peeped as if she was a criminal, but all she did was join her friends.

Josh perked up, things were getting interesting. "y/n?"

"The one and only." Her voice getting a little more confident over time.

Chris was absolutely on edge. "How'd you get my username? What? We hid this from you for months!"

"I know! Ash told me about you guys playing. How about Call of Duty being the best game on the market for these types of games?"

Chris got defensive, he didn't belittle her for her choice of games. "Hey, I didn't say that." If anything, Chris sees himself as the most understanding in that aspect. All games could be fun if done right and with the right people.

Josh, sounding sarcastically defeated, sounded like he was raising his hands to surrender himself to y/n's beck and call. "I didn't think the game would be this addictive!"

"I'm officially inviting myself to join you." She continued, she liked how she got Josh back for belittling her.

They could hear the smile come up his face. "Our group is yours, y/n." Josh said.

Chris knew exactly what he was doing. "You couldn't have come at a better time, y/n, we were just talking about romance." He was hoping Josh would take the reins to say something witty.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked against the screen. "Romance, huh? Tell me about it, Josh. We're all friends, right?"

Josh quickly regained his composure after Chris kind of just outed him. "Chris is overdramatizing it. We were just talking about the group and our opinions on everyone."

"Yeah, right." Chris rolled his eyes.

Josh also rolled his eyes at him, he knew he was going to get him for this later. She spoke up which redirected them both back to the conversation. "Oh? What're his opinions Chris?"

Chris spoke up. "I can't share on behalf of somebody else, dear lady."

"Josh?" y/n called out into the cyber void that is their online voice chat. Their game has finally ended now, they queued up for another match where y/n also chose all roles like Josh.

The queue waiting time has begun, and Josh sighed; unsure if he should reveal the truth, but he did anyway. He didn't understand why he wanted to be honest with her even if he could've easily lied. "I was just saying how Emily and Jessica create barriers with the guys after getting boyfriends, it's not the same as before."

y/n nodded. "Mhm... And Ash and Sam?" She heard this story before, but to avoid suspicion, she decided to ask and follow what Chris might've set up.

Josh continued, the conversation being tame enough for him to ride the wave without falling off the board or having to admit something that was specifically between him and Chris. "Sam is a pacifist, we all know that, and Ash could be talked about by Chris for days."

"And..." She trailed off at first, but his words gave her confidence. He already admitted to her unintentionally and that's all she needed.

y/n thought she was being smart about it to get him to confess. "Me?" She would never admit that she heard him though, never, ever.

Josh chuckled and began to tease her. "Couldn't get to you until you rudely interrupted our conversation." Chris chuckled at the banter, knowing that was a complete lie. Josh didn't react to sound as honest as possible.

y/n bought it to keep face. "Uh huh, nice one, Mr. Washington. What a coincidence."

Josh returned. "Yup."

"A quinky-dink." y/n continued.

Josh replied, once more. "Mhm." Chris kept holding in a laugh at the awkward yet funny atmosphere that surrounded them, even if it meant he was the third wheel. y/n sent Josh a friend request ingame, which he promptly accepted.

A match started which changed the topic.

Josh directed his attention to his new friend's banner which would show her selection when she chose. "I never asked you who you played."

She sat deciding what support character she should choose. "Me?"

Josh took a second to try to understand her thought process when asking that. "I mean I play with Chris, I know who he plays."

She realizes her stupidity at this moment in time, but played it off cool. "Right...! I play everything including tank, but it seems like Chris takes the cake for that. I play whatever the team needs."

"Nice. Yeah, Chris likes playing tank." Josh slightly smiles at her comment. "Seems like you'll support our team, what shall you pick, madam?"

"I like playing based on the team when I'm support. I'll see what everyone else picks to best help the team with my choice of character."

Chris always keeps his number one choice unless the other team counters him. Where they'd play a character that makes his own completely useless. "I already know what I'm choosing."

"I'll play this guy this time." Josh decides to try the soldier.

"I see, if you play that then..." She chooses the damage boosting support and their teammate picks a main healer to focus on keeping everybody's health satiated.

Josh smugly replied to her action. "I think I see where this is going..."

y/n rolled her eyes behind the screen. "Not that I have any faith in you, but your ultimate that 100% doesn't miss, would need this to change the tides."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

hi everyone! i hope u enjoyed what you've read. i do wanna continue it, but im a bit busy and got too excited to keep it in the drafts, i want it to eventually end with one of them realizing their likeness towards one another. i usually do write longer chapters, 5k-10k, but i have a midterm tomorrow and i couldn't stop myself from writing something. comments, likes, and everything else is appreciated for ur friendly neighborhood budding writer. took about 2 hours to write this.

[lilylisa2000]

Major mha spoilers

this is a post on just my feelings so it's badly written so sorry i just saw the leaks on twitter so yeah...

i've seen the leaks and I'm actually so devastated.

this ending has so much character assassinations

i like izuocha ngl its cute if it wasn't so detrimental to uraraka's character. I feel the most sorry for her she was such a breath of fresh air, a female character that was so much more than just an extension to the mc, her character development meant so much especially when it comes to shonen; this last chapter was really harmful to her

how do you realise on a random group dinner that you actually love the mc that you wanted so badly not to have feelings for, how do you throw away everything you worked for, im not saying they cant be together im saying with the current plot we have them having feelings for eachother is so nonsensical and so harmful to their character in general.

next im so pissed why would you use 2 very obvious queer characters to help a het ship become canon, katsuki and toga didn't die and devote themselves to izuku and ura just for them to turn into wingmen.

what pissed me off really bad is using toga who died and sacrificed herself for ura just to make her push ura to izuku,

how do you manage to make bakugou a wingman for izuku, this whole confession and realising your feelings bullshit felt out of place

4 characters writting was ignored for what? to make a straight ship

i really thought that mha was gonna be diffrent, i never excpected romance, but the amount of queerness the show has really made me happy cus we finally see queer characters not just reduced to their sexuality.

developing very obvious relationships (how tgch and bkdk was really obvious in terms of writing and how izch was clearly meant to be platonic) then throwing everything away just to make it het.

coming back to the ending now it felt out of place i loved the og ending bcs it made a full loop on how izuku really became a hero even quirkless; but this ending is so strange it doesn't fit in because how did the romance develop. I really thought hori wasn't gonna follow the stereotype of shonen mangas.

this ending is just disappointing.

really sorry for the writting and mistakes im just very emotional bcs i foolishly had hope that queer ppl would be represented and not pushed aside but guess not.

[nicholasgoodgirl]

no regrets - spencer reid

summary: you went to an event with your dad (aaron hotchner) and couldn't even bother to be there any longer, so you take too many drinks of wine and get reid to take you home hopefully you don't regret what happens.

warnings: cheating, suggestive, underage drinking. that should be it

a/n: i like the whole Aaron's daughter concept.. so i might do that often

flashy clothes and showy jewelry is what the people consisted of. i was at some event with my dad i couldn't care less about, but he just wants me close by because the unsub they're dealing with seems to be a threat. well atleast thats what he keeps telling me

every glass of wine that is offered to me i down it; feeling a slight effect with each drink.

next thing i knew i couldn't even walk with one foot infront of the other properly. i go over to my dad and ask him to take me home with one glance he knew i was intoxicated.

"how many glasses did you have to drink?" he whispered while taking me away from the group he was talking too.

"It's fine im of age" i replied dismissively "no, you're 20" he grabbed ahold of my shoulders and made me face him.

"so what? im lacking just one year, whats the difference?" i got out of his grip and rolled my eyes. he got his phone out and texted someone. a few minutes later spencer came over there. "he's taking you home"

spencer tried to take me by my hand but i snatched it away "no i wanna stay" i whined. "you take things too far, it's a bad look on me, it's a bad look on your boyfriend, and it's a bad look on the whole team"

"just say you don't want me around and I'll leave" i said sounding a bit hurt. thats because i was.

"and my boyfriends not even here or hardly around guess thats something you two share"

"I try-" is all i heard before walking away with reid. he took me out to the car and helped me into the passanger seat, then went to the drivers side and drove me to my dad's house.

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my movements were more sluggish and i started to think mindlessly. spencer got me through the front door "why do you treat your dad like that- i mean i have a few ideas why, but i wanna hear personally from you" he probes.

"m' not sure reid" i reach out for the couch, pointing to a random place in the living room where i thought the couch was "couch" is all i muttered.

he helped me over there and placed me on the couch "you shouldn't drink. not only does it effect your brain development but it's illegal" he stated matter-of-factly.

"mhm" i groaned "would you like some water? I'm gonna go get you glass of water" he was up going through the cabinets looking for a cup. he came back with a glass of water

he sat on the couch putting my legs on his. he put the glass up to my lips but i didn't take a sip "please sweetheart it will lessen the chances of a hangover"

"awe that was cute" my tone a little condescending before pushing the glass away. my phone began to ring and spencer checked it for me "it's your boyfriend"

"don't answer" me and my boyfriend got into a tiny argument before i left to the event because he didn't trust me.

"just take a sip and I'll stop nagging" he offered the glass to me again and i parted my lips slightly to take a sip. "thank you"

"mhm" i took the glass from him drinking more; finishing the whole glass and setting it down.

for the first time tonight i actually looked into spencers eyes. i lock eyes with him, his gaze piercing into mine. for a moment it made me feel a rush of something i never felt before, not even with my boyfriend.

i take action stealing a kiss then pulling him closer towards me by his tie; his body fitting perfectly in between my legs on the couch .

"uh.. i don't really think we should-" i place another kiss on his lips "-be making out on your dads couch" he finished his sentence ultimately defeated when he gives into me.

the heat of our bodies on eachother intensifying the moment. it was irresistible, every movement was perfect

i run my fingers through his locks, working my lips to breathlessness. "no.. we don't work. this won't work" spencer sits up and scoots away from me "you have a boyfriend and im not really into the whole cheating and sneaking.. thing"

"sorry okay i don't know what i was thinking" i apologized feeling so much embarrassment. he just sighed running his fingers through his hair. "let me just get you to bed"

he helps me walk to my bedroom, putting my arm around his neck steadying me with his hands around my waist.

"while you're here can you help me change into my pajamas?" a humorless laugh had him winded and he was hesitant at first but began to take my heels off then removing my dress, leaving me in my bra and panties.

spencer took this as his chance to admire me. for the first time tonight i got shy under his gaze. he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

there was something i felt for spencer reid, i have for a long time. i don't know if it's a thought or feelings i already had that boiled down from fear of rejection. all i know is im in a relationship right now probably not the healthiest but i can't do that to him, it wouldn't be fair.

maybe spencer is the right persn wrong time.

in the midst of thought i had been snapped out of it by spencer placing a shirt over my head then laying me down to help the sweatpants up my legs. i lifted my hips so he can pull them up for me all the way.

i crawled over to my usual side of the bed, laying down getting comfortable. "hey reid? can you stay with me?"

"i probably shouldn't" he walked over to the door of my bedroom to leave out "goodnight" ,,night" i mumbled

that was it. he left and i was gonna have to tell my boyfriend i cheated on him. while im at it i should probably tell him that i want someone else. but i won't do that i could never bring myself to do it because i also don't know if the feeling is mutual between me and spencer.

[dollincalabasas]

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 -𝐄.𝐖.

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆),𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂?𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄, 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 (𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄) , 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 , 𝐃𝐌 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐀/𝐍: 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! :)

Ellie wasn't the type of person to send messages quickly–especially because she was overseas at the moment at a base of some sort, but when she did text it notified you so loud it felt like it was a echo.

E: hi

Hi? All she texted was hi, is she for real? Like dead serious. You were pretty much sure she would elaborate and do a follow up text but... it never came. so, you threw your phone on the night stand and went to bed.

October, 25th, 2034

She finally came home—after a full 6 months, but it's bittersweet that the events after that are so unfortunate and unforgettable.

"Why didn't you text back" she says with a frown on her face likes she feigning hurt.

"You never text me back....you literally only text me ONCE out of the 24 hours you can text me." you retort back in response with a pause in between your sentence, causing you to cross your arms and biting the inside of your cheek.

"The phone works both ways ya'know" she says stating at you quirking up an eyebrow.

"Are you fucking kidding me? The phone works both ways but not only can you not text back PROPERLY, you then text me a stupid fucking hi!" you spoke in malice laced in your voice.

There was a silent pause—the tension in the room was intense, so intense you could feel the smoke of it all clogging your ears.

" I do text you? I'm sometimes busy... You're acting like I have to text you all the time"

never in a million years would you have heard her say that in your entire life, it seems like she changed so much and it made you feel dread in the pit of your stomach.

"are you deadass? You're quite literally the one who said we were gonna get engaged and everything... what changed?" you question grabbing the glass of wine you made 10 minutes before Ellie came home, tipping the contents into your mouth.

"We aren't together why are you so pissy about it? " Ellie said looking at you with a fury in her eyes watching your every move like a hawk.

Smash!

The glass shattered everywhere and everything in your apartment is moving too quick for your liking, how could you be so dumb and ditzy to realize this whole time she was using you.

you walked away to the bedroom quickly—Ellie following suit, she tries telling you she was sorry after she realized what she did—but you wouldn't listen.

She put her hands on you for the first time during the night but it wasn't in a abusive way, she was holding your arms trying to get you to look at her.

"I'm sorry-im sorry- im- I don't want to hear it I don't I don't I don't" you looked into her eyes cutting her off attempting to get her away from you... but the tension was so thick it consumed you both with want.

Then she was kissing you, it was something of need and not want—this was something different from the Ellie you just saw earlier, but you kissed her back.

Thud!

That's the sound of clothes falling and the way she pushed you towards your closet door, kissing you passionately like it was her last day kissing you.

like she needed it....

it felt as if sparks were going from your heart shooting down your body, she picked you up bringing you to the bed.

This time instead of the push she'd give you when you two were getting intimate, it was gentle—she kissed you everywhere relishing in your sweet vanilla scent she hasn't smelled in the long time she spent overseas.

She kissed you all the way down to your core, blowing cool air towards your clit making you squeal in shock—proceeding Ellie started licking a stripe on your cunt.

When she did that you jolted with a yelp that followed up with a loud whimper of her name.

"Ellie-" you can't even get your words out the way she's ravishing you inside and out.

"Shh, let me make it up to you." Ellie says as she goes back to your cunt.

You felt and heard everything.

The slurping sounds, the sound of your nails gripping the sheets, and the sweet smell of your arousal in the air.

her tongue is so deep inside you—that you call out her name like a mantra, like its supposed to be apart of the National Anthem.

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.

That's all you can say, your brain is mushed up and you can barely keep your eyes open because of how amazing she's making you feel.

You thought it couldn't get any better but her fingers are going inside you at a pace that feels so good it has your legs feeling like jello.

" im-im almost the-FUCK!" you moaned as your back arched because of how intense it felt.

Ellie puts her hands on your stomach pushing you down to the point of restraint.

"Stop moving."

a few more seconds of this and you were about to melt into a puddle of water.

she gave you a few more thrusts and you saw every star in the universe—coming down from your high you looked down seeing her still eating you out.

trying to get her off of your cunt because of overstimulation, you pushed and pulled her head and she finally gave in lips coming off your lips with a—pop!

" do you forgive me,baby?" Ellie asked staring at you and wiping her mouth from the remnants of your slick.

" I do, but don't you dare ignore me again... And eating me out is not an apology by the way" you croaked out while getting up and walking to the bathroom with wobbly legs.

"By the way your legs are shaking it seems like I should do it again sometime when you're mad at me. " she said chuckling

"Oh shut up! " you said throwing a book at her and she catches it.

A/n : I'm so... Ashamed and speechless...

[mccreesexytime]

Eren Jeager x Chubby ! reader

CW: PWP, fluff, blowjob, slight spanking, slight choking, hair pulling, groping, slight begging, overall some wholesomeness.. Summary: Your friend Hitch sets you up with a 'date' with your crush Eren

Your friend hitch had tried convincing you to tell your crush your feelings. You've seen him from some parties and outings that hitch forced you to go to before. You were friends of his friends but you didn't talk to Eren directly all too much. You were insecure about yourself, Eren is so toned and he works out. You're short and chubby, you weren't ugly but you certainly thought your stomach was. Eren could get any girl he wanted and you were too shy to even talk to him anyway. 

 So when Hitch told you that there was gonna be a get together at his place and that you should go over and she would be there, you felt yourself become a little excited. "Y/n ! You should def go. At least try and get to know him a bit better !" You look at your friend who stuffs her face full of candy. You look at her and give her a worried face. "I don't know..you said it's just a gathering with a few people we know?" Hitch continues munching on her candy and then looks at her phone answering back a text. "Yeaa ! It'll be like 6 people, you know all of them and I'll be there. He totally invited you too" you look away and smile at the thought that maybe Eren did think about you. "Okay..as long as you're there" she finishes whatever she's typing and looks over at you with  a big grin and gives you a small hug. "Aaww ! Yaay im so excited. Make sure you wear something cute okay?" You give her a small hug back, you think about how she's oddly enthusiastic about everything. Little to your knowledge tho, hitch was being truthful about something going on at Eren's house but it was just going to be you and Eren. Hitch was texting back Eren that you agreed to meet Eren at his house and she told Eren that she knew 'someone' she can hook him up with, like a date. As the day continued and night came, you were excited to come over to Eren's house. You thought about what you'd wear as you fell asleep.  

As you woke up the following day, you woke up early to take a shower and eat breakfast. You texted hitch when you should go over and she said she'd be there around 3pm. You were wearing a shirt with your favorite band on and put a black sweater on top with a plaid red skirt and striped black and grey thigh highs with converse. You put some hair clips on and grabbed your bag and headed out. You ended up arriving there a bit early because of your nerves, it was 2:45 and you didn't know if you should go up and knock yet. You pulled out your phone and texted Hitch. "Hey, I'm here. Are u inside yet ?" As soon as you send it, you see her typing. "Haii, I'm almost there but u should go in !" You don't know if you should but you finally go up after 5 minutes to a dark brown door and do at least 2 knocks. After what seems like forever, a pair of green guys and dark brown hair that's at shoulder length look down at you while swinging the door open. You get incredibly anxious, you look away and he tells you "you're Y/n right?" You glance back at him and give him a small "yeah" and then he moves out the way to let you in. "Welcome in, sweetheart" he says with a charming smile and the name makes you flutter but you try not to think about it too much. Eren was a flirt, he was being nice. You walk in and look around, scanning the whole room.

Nobody else was there but you, maybe you were just too early ? You did arrive like 20 minutes before. You just stand there fidgeting with your hands and when Eren closes the door he turns to you. "So, do you have any idea what you wanna do today?" You continue with your fidgeting but you're confused with what he means. "Uhm, well aren't there other people coming?" Eren looks at your figure, with a small chuckle and is slightly confused too but he figures out what's going on. "Ah, so I figured Hitch never told you?" You look at him and you feel like your heart sunk to your ass, you realize what he meant. Hitch set you up for some sort of date without your knowledge. Of course she did. Eren figures you're nervous, it wasn't really your fault but now he gets to be alone with a cute girl. "Hey, its alright. I do have some plans, if you're okay with it?" You look at him and give him a small nod. He smiles at you, "I already called up some pizza for us to eat" you're screaming internally, this is a date with Eren and you're at his house. "Yeah that's okay..sorry, i wasn't expecting this" he walks over to grab the tv remote and turn it on. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You can sit down if you want to" you walk over to the couch, in front of it is a small coffee table with some random blunts and cans with a few game controllers. Eren walks over to the couch and sits next to you man spreading and almost close enough for your knees to touch. "So how do you know Hitch and Armin ?" You look with a surprised look for a second "Armin said he knew you when i asked about you. How come I never saw you?" He says with a questioning face. "Well, I know Hitch from college and she introduced me to a few of her friends. I started talking to Armin when I went to some study group with hitch one time" Eren stares at you the whole time, you can't help but fidget from his burning stare. He hums and scoots a bit closer to you now "You're cute, you know that?" Before you had time to answer back there was a knock at the door, the pizza guy. Eren gives you a quick wink before he gets up and pulls out his wallet. He takes the pizza and sets it on the coffee table, "you want anything to drink?" He says while searching for some plates. "No, it's okay" but he brings you a glass of water anyway, knowing you're just shy. "Here, I don't wnna be rude" "Eren.." you say staring at the pizza. "Are you just trying to be nice or something?" He looks at you while grabbing  a slice and starting to bite into it. "I know you just feel bad for me. I'll just leave. I don't know why hitch would tell you to do this" you say getting up and starting to walk to the door. You feel bad but your insecurity is getting the best of you. "Hey, hold on. It's not like I want you to leave" he grabs your forearm and pulls you back a bit. "I saw a picture of you before you came. I think you're really cute" he said, still holding on to you. You feel warm at your face, it feels embarrassing. "Eren, I'm fat. This is a prank or something" he pulls you close to him and gives you a confused and annoyed look. "So what if you are?" You look away, you start fidgeting again. "I'm not that much of an asshole" he said in a soft tone. You sensed he was being genuine right now, he was being nice after all. You take a pause before answering and he lets go of you. With a sigh and some confidence in your tone, you speak up. "Okay, I'm sorry. But what did hitch tell you exactly?"

You ask nervously. With a smile, he tells you "She told me there's a girl who wanted to have a date with me" he tilts his head slightly, "that she has a little crush on me" he grins at this point. He found you so cute and he really wanted to ruin you right at this moment. You really hated hitch at this moment, but that would have to be a talk for later. There's no point in hiding it now so you just tell him the truth. "Maybe I do like you but..."you trail off the last word, he comes close to you to pull your chin up so you look at him. "I think it's cute you do" he leans in closer to your face and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. "Maybe I do too" you smile at the response but he picks you up from your feet suddenly before you can reply back. You yelp at his sudden actions "see? You're as light as a feather too" and it makes you giggle. He puts you down on your feet again. "Y/n, I've got some movies we can watch too" he says as he walks over to grab another slice of pizza.

"What type of movies do you like?" He says chewing on his slice. You sit on the couch and think for a moment, "I really enjoy horror movies !" You say excitedly. Eren chuckles at your tone "yeah I've got a lot of those. If you get scared you can lean on me" you giggle at his charm and take off your shoes. You sit criss crossed on the couch looking up at him "I'll be right back let me get some things." He walks into the shadow of a hallway and enters a room, assuming it's his. He returns not long after with a small mattress, blankets, pillows and a plush. He moved the coffee table with his foot and he laid the mattress right in the middle of the living room. "I want you to sit comfy" and he drops all the remaining items on the mattress. You slide down to the mattress, and set up the pillows and put the blanket on yourself. You notice the plush he brought out, it was a cute little brown bear with a green bow in the middle of its collar. You hug the bear and notice it still has a tag on it. As Eren looks through a box full of movies, he notices you with the bear. "Oh heh, I actually bought that for you" and it makes you feel excited from what else is to come from the man. He continues rummaging when finally he finds a movie to watch and crouches down to the dvd player underneath the TV. When he finishes he walks over and sits right next to you. "You ready ?"

As you hug the bear, you nod silently at him. The movie starts to play and you were interested for the beginning of the movie but can't help but to notice Eren, he looked so pretty with the light of the tv illuminating on his face. He has his arms crossed against his chest and one leg up and the other down. He has a bored expression watching the movie, You do attempt to sit closer to him, you scooted slightly hoping he wouldn't notice but of course he did. He glances at you and smirks, he extends his arm out and places it on your shoulder. So you're basically leaning on his chest. He felt so warm, you really wanted this to be more. "Eren, can we uhm, cuddle a bit more?" You ask shyly. He gives you a smile "of course we can" you and Eren start to position yourselves in a laying down motion, you're the little spoon and he's the big spoon. One arm is folded and his head is leaning on it and the other one is on your waist. You snuggle back more so he can hug you as much as he can. You still cuddle with the bear in your arm.

Eren knows this is your first 'date' with him but he really wants to feel more of you, see more of you. He wants to feel the soft warm plush of your tummy and never let go. You try watching the movie but Eren is so close to you and his hold on your waist has you too giddy about everything. You do feel a bit hot from your jacket, so you decide to get up a bit and take it off. Eren notices and loves the way your shirt hugs your figure. He can't help himself if you're so cute. He sneaks his hands on your waist and starts to squeeze your love handles. "Eren !" You yelp. He chuckles and pulls you closer to him. "Can I please feel you under your shirt" he says as he starts kissing your neck, It was an almost whiny response."O-okay" you responded nervously. It felt good getting touched by him, he really did love how you looked. He slides his hands under your shirt almost instantly, he feels all your stretch marks and soft tummy. He squeezes every part of you. "Eren, that's embarrassing" you say, covering your warm face. "God you're so beautiful" and he starts kissing your cheeks. You look at him and lean in to kiss his lips, he kisses back and its soon becomes a bit heated. Your mouths are kissing almost in a rhythm, and  his tongue comes out wanting entrance in you. You let him in and that's when things really took off. You craved more of his touch, his love and he wanted every part of you. He tugged at the end of your shirt, suggesting for you to take it off. You look at him shyly but take it off. He looks at you with awe and adoration, placing a hand on your cheek.

"I wanna fuck you up so bad Y/n" he says looking you up and down. His words go straight to your pussy and you rub your thighs together. He continues his assault of squishing your tummy while continuing to make out with you. He then moves one of his hands under your skirt and rubs your thigh up and down. He feels the fat of your thigh highs spill out of them and it makes him go absolutely insane. When he saw you he thought it was cute but feeling your chub hanging off of them makes him hard.

"E-eren" you say as he continues with your neck and leaving little hickeys and bruises. "Yes, sweet girl?" He really wants to be patient with you and make you feel comfortable but he wants you so bad. He wants to shove every inch of his dick in you. "I need you" and as soon as you say that he goes down on his stomach and pulls your legs over his shoulders. He lifts up your skirt, and he's face to face with your clothed pussy. "Please Eren" you whimper and he takes the hem of your panties and pulls them down. "You have such a pretty pussy" and he dives his face right into your wet hole. He licks a long fat strip up your pussy and kisses your clit. You moan at the sudden contact, wanting him to lick your clit more. He has a firm grip on the back of your thighs and eats you out like its his last dinner. He sucks and bits on your clit, he protrudes your hole with his tongue and slurps up all of your dripping wetness. You don't notice but your thighs are wrapped around his face tight but he didnt care. He pulls out to breathe and tells you "cum on my face pretty girl" you moan in response and he laps his tongue repeatedly at your clit, he wants you to squirt on him. You moan loudly, grabbing onto his soft locks and push him deeper into your pussy. "Eren- fuck im gonna" your legs shake violently and you cum on Eren's face. He pulls out with a large grin. You sigh heavily and make eye contact with Eren "I've never done that before.." and he Grins. "I'll make you squirt again" and he pulls off his shirt to wipe his face. His exposed chest was a sight to see, his pretty abs and wide chest glistening out to you. Eren catches you staring though. "Like what you see?" And you nod, biting your lip. You see a visible angry tent in Eren's Jean's and he looks big. You paw at his bulge with your hands and he groans. He starts taking off his belt and jeans slowly.  "Do you wanna see? Hmm?" He teases in a low voice and you whimper. "Y-yes"  "yes?" He mocks you a bit then leaves himself in just his boxers. "Then show me" he asks, you get on your knees and your eyes widen a bit from his length, it springs out hard and it's asking to get touched.

"Good girl" he purred and he touched your left cheek, caressing it. You look at him with a needy face and start licking his tip. His face scrunches up at the feeling of your wet tongue and it has him groan loudly. After a few more licks and a kiss on his tip, you bring it full in your mouth. You bob your head back and forth and Eren slightly grips your hair. He was so big, you could barely fit it half way down your mouth. You try jerking off the rest of what you couldn't reach and he looks down at you with a needy face. "Fuck, you look so cute" he grips your head a little tighter. "Can you take a bit more in there?" You look up with a nod and he pushes himself deeper. You gag a little at the feeling, and tears form at the corner of your eyes. "That's my girl, keep going" as he helps you move your head. You keep up with his movement but Eren can't control it anymore and makes you gag, you feel his tip in the back of your throat. "Fuck, fuck" he says under his breathe, he can feel your throat clench around him. You claw at his thighs and he lets go of you, you pant heavily and there's a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his tip. "Sorry, your pretty mouth is so good" and he caresses your cheek once more. You look at him with big pretty eyes "Eren please fuck me" you say while lazily jerking him off. He instantly lays down on the mattress and has you go in front of him while he's behind you, he starts groping your ass and tummy while kissing your neck. "You wanna be fucked ?" He whispered in your ear, he was rubbing his dick on your ass cheeks now. You mumbled a low yes but he wasn't going to have that from you. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you" and the way his words came off his tongue drove you insane. You didn't wanna beg, you just wanted his dick. "Eren..pleasee" you whimper. He spanks your ass hard with his large hand, "be a good girl, now" you yelped once he spanked you again "tell me" you moaned after every spank "please please please fuck me" you look at him with tears in your eyes "I need it" and then he proceeds to push in himself in. He holds up your right leg. You moan uncontrollably from the stretch. "Oh god, Eren" you throw your head back right next to his, he keeps eye contact with your face the entire time.

He's pushing in n out of you slowly, he loves your reactions, the way your face scrunches up for him. He keeps your right leg up as much as you can stretch for him and he slowly speeds up his pace. He's barely half way inside you, and you already feel like you wanna cum. He puts a tighter grip on your thigh while he moves his other hand to your tit. He thrusts harder, his thrusts push your body up and down. Eren kisses you and sticks his tongue into your mouth, you connect them together sloppily kissing one another. "Fuck y/n" he mumbles mid kiss, "I won't be able to stop fucking you" his thrusts feel brutal now, he's pushed his entire length into you. Your mind becomes mush, nothing but high pitched moans and skin slapping together can be heard. His balls forcefully move up and down against your clit and everything just feels too good. "You like how it feels, baby?" You nod hastily and Eren wants to look at your whole body so he picks you up with ease and locks you in a tight slouching position on the couch. This position has you at a better angle for him to fuck you deeper and look at your bouncing body. "Eren, oh my god !" You almost yell, he pushes your legs to your chest and continues his brutal pace. He keeps both your plush legs up, staring right into your eyes with furrowed brows.

 He lets go of one your legs to fall on his shoulder and places one of his hands on your neck gently squeezing it. "Are you gonna take it all like a good girl?" Applying a bit more pressure on your neck. "Yes- daddy !" you suddenly yelped out. You didn't even realize what you had just said. He gives you a big smirk and tightens his grip on your neck. "Daddy huh?" He teases you. "Daddy never paid enough attention to you?hm?" You whimper from his mocking and teasing, you couldn't even give him an answer right now. "Let daddy take care of you" with a slight chuckle and he proceeds to fuck and choke you. He moves his hand from your neck to your chin, gripping on to make you look at him. "Please please, cum inside me" you choke out at him with tears and sweat. You didn't know what you were saying at this point, you just needed all of him right now. He laughs at you, "God you're so cute" he lets go of your chin and leans down to be closer to you, he embraces the closeness of your body and gives you a needy kiss. Your moans continue, you tighten around him and he pulls away with saliva connecting your wet mouths. "Fuck- im gonna cum !" He groaned loudly. His thrust slow and with his last one he spills his warm liquid inside you. Heavy panting and breathing can be heard and he slowly releases you from his grip and puts your legs down. You moan slightly from the feeling of his cum filling you. You throw your head back with your forearm covering your face."That was really good. T-thank you" you mutter. Eren chuckles, he doesn't dress himself but picks you up bridal style. "Let's take a shower and i'll give you one of my shirts, ok?" With that, you kiss him on the cheek and he carries you to the bathroom. 

After your shower with Eren and a large t-shirt that was once his, you sit down next to him with your knees to your chest on the mattress. "So uhm you really like me then?" You ask him shyly. He looks at you, and smiles with a hum "Well, I don't know. Did I just cum inside you?" He says in a teasing tone. You roll your eyes jokingly, "yeah I guess I really like you too" with a giggle at the end. Maybe you could thank Hitch later.

[meteor752]

(To fix a previous typo) Same person who suggested the angst potential for Manwhore!Odysseus here; I also bet Zeus, Poseidon, etc are highly confused why Oddie hangs out with those Greek deities who dont sleep with him alongside not shaming or judging him for doing what he did.

Zeus: am i the problem? Nah, Oddie needs proper Thunder Bringer discipline

Poseidon: why would Oddie hang out with those…delinquents? What do they see in him?

Hades: (sips his tea while reading his newspaper in front of his siblings argumentative shenanigans)

Persephone: …he is a great guy to talk to i'm not gonna lie

Hera: (grumbles in agreement)

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Telemachus: let me holler you quick yeah? Why do they say you slept with my dad and stuff?

Hermes: (math lady face before realization) you Oddie’s son?

Telemachus: (exasperated) Yes Im Oddie’s Son

Hermes: you talking about Oddie and the beautiful bottom?

Telemachus: YO WHY IS YOU PLAYING AT ME YO

(Hermes later hilariously clarified that they had a sleepover, not any affairs of some sort…maybe idk)

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Aphrodite: (girl talk) damn Athena, how do you get Oddie to hang out with you more often without sleeping with him?

Athena: idk girl, maybe NOT demanding to use his body is one way. I had to take him to Hestia for therapy seven times today thanks to Ares’ recent…activities

Aphrodite: (grimaces from previous bedtime memories)

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Hephaestus: (creates double copies of Oddie to help him to hold off Zeus, Poseidon, etc for a while)

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Artemis: Is my brother Apollo giving you trouble again? Here’s a tree to hide in

Oddie: (thanks her 100 times much to her amused chagrin)

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Demeter: according to Hestia, farm work is a good source of therapy for Oddie. Have to admit, he is a great employee!

1# Employee of Month photo: (Oddie looks like he’s almost sleep-deprived)

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Aeolus: (gives Oddie more backup wind to escape if getting chased)

I heavily disagree on the Ares one, actually, because while yes Ares is absolutely attracted to power, he’s also like, very awkward about that sorta stuff. Mans a switch, but he never takes the lead, he’s usually along for the ride

Now Aphrodite on the other hand, she likes to explore in the bedroom, she a freak.

Ares is into it.

Odysseus? Not so much

[blasphemyisjustforyou]

if you're not gonna tip, don't use the service.

Some insider info from an ex-dasher: Doordash pays about 2 bucks an order for me to go to the restaurant, grab the food, and drive it to your place. They add on up to $6 for peak hours. Im making $8 an order. Being generous I could say I'll pick up 4 orders in an hour, that's $24 an hour, on peak hours. Peak hours are typically lunch and dinner rushes, so approximately 11am-1pm and 4pm-6pm. for 4 hours a day I'm making $24 an hour. the remaining 8-12 hours of the day I'm making approximately $8 an hour. That's assuming all 8-12 hours I have at least 4 orders an hour. Some days I spend 12 hours in a Wendy's parking lot waiting for orders. My best runs were during really busy times like home football games or concerts. My worst runs are Every Other Hour Of The Day. I had a few runs where I was net negative because the person ordering chose not to tip and was technically in town but on the very border, so I wasted gas going to the edge of town and back to drop off an order and make $5.

Also the worst tippers are always well off people. I see people with brand new cars and 500k homes order and tip $2. I see people in trailer homes with nothing more than a bike tipping $10. consistently. I don't judge. It sucks but its just a fact of gig work. Also consistently people who are in the shadiest motels tip the best.

Side note but there are also restaurants dashers hate. It's regional for sure, but Wingstop is on my shit list. Bad wait times, consistently incorrect orders, staff hate dashers, just generally a bad experience every time. There's also one McDonald's I never pick up from because they consistently suck. The other one is fine, but that one McDonald's is the fucking worst. The only benefit is they're open later so if you're dashing late enough they become tolerable because they're basically only doing doordashes.

"In addition to Uber being bad for workers generally, it also enables people to become detached from their empathy enough to order takeout during snowstorms, a task they would never request from someone they loved." "But if the drivers don't like it, why do they agree to drive during the storm at all?" "Because they're underpaid. The storm is their overtime." "But then it's wrong to stop ordering food during storms. They need the money."

How do we teach logic in schools. Or can it just become legal for me to twist a stranger's nipples