#and then fucks you harder in the long run. in different ways obvi

[merevide]

i always thought the choice was mine. and i was right, but i just chose wrong. but i just chose wrong. but i just chose wrong. but i just chose

[milenadelgadolaborde]

Hunger games 2: catching fire: Reaction-Thoughts-Discussion

[BEWARE THE SPOILERS!!!!]

Alright book munchers- we’re back for more heartache and tears with catching fire

Published: 2009 - Spoilers ahead!

Honestly what I remember from this book is the clock design of the arena which was super sick, Finnick obvi, more Peeta (yay), a little too much Gale for my tastes, loathing Snow, and the end (of the movie at least) - Oh and Cinna getting attacked by Savages! Before the game starts

Let’s get munchin!

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Part 1: the spark

Ch1:

First line: “I clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has long since leached into the frozen air.”

The first book also started out by referencing the cold and a lack of warmth so that’s interesting

“I’m staring into the snakelike eyes of President Snow.”

I already hate this guy but the snakes thing seems like a connection to the title of the newest book - he keeps getting compared to snakes throughout the next scene

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Ch2:

“The smell of roses and blood has grown stronger now that only a desk separates us.”

Gods this man is so disturbing

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“Whatever problems anyone may have with the Capitol, believe me when I say that if it released its grip on the districts for even a short time, the entire system would collapse.”

Fucking let it then!

“so I flinch when he (Snow) whispers in my ear. “By the way, I know about the kiss.”

Why does he have to be so creepy?!

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Ch3:

“The smell of blood . . . it was on his (Snow) breath.”

Absolutely disgusting // absolutely revolting

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“but underneath all that, I can feel the steadiness that Peeta brings to everything.”

He’s just the best for you girl

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Ch4:

“Given all the trouble I’ve caused, I’ve probably guaranteed any child of mine a spot in the Games.”

Awful- it’s gonna be a no from me man

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“I hadn’t thought about it much, but in the arena at least some of the boys got to keep their body hair whereas none of the girls did.”

I didn’t pick up on this during the first book but I did mention how awful it was that they basically force the tributes into a fashion show before they fight to the death and to think of them actually doing things that would make it harder for the tributes to survive even if it’s something minimal like body hair that protects your skin etc.

like it’s so disturbing bc it’s already awful to have this group of kids killing each other but the people in charge being like “Oh and they have to look hot while they die” It’s so fucking wrong!!!

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“As usual, a special platform has been constructed at the bottom of the stage for the families of the dead tributes.”

So not only do these families have to watch their kids get murdered on screen for entertainment but they also months later have to stand in public and congratulate their murderers? Absolutely sickening

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Ch5:

My poor babies - I want them to get together but not forced together like this

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Ch6:

“The party, held in the banquet room of President Snow’s mansion, has no equal.”

I hate this man and his fucking opulence

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“And here in the Capitol they’re vomiting for the pleasure of filling their bellies again and again.”

On top of it all to be presented with all these rich people who have so much to eat that they literally make themselves throw up several times just to keep gorging themselves on food while the districts starve - Unacceptable- honestly unacceptable// I’m surprised there hasn’t been more revolts

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Ch 7:

I truly understand Gale because it’s not hard to see why he’s pissed at what the capitol has done to them and why he wants to fight back. I think he’s absolutely right.

I also notice though that every interaction Kat has with Gale seems to leave her frantic and panicked when every time she’s with Peeta she seems calmer and a little more at ease.

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Ch8:

“Life in District 12 isn’t really so different from life in the arena. At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.”

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Ch9:

“I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol’s design, not mine.”

“I can’t let the Capitol hurt Prim. And then it hits me. They already have.”

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Part 2: the quell

Ch10:

Ch11:

The threat of constant surveillance is unimaginably exhausting - very big brother

No me gusta

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Ah the mystery of the famed District 13

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Ch12:

“Whoever devised the Quarter Quell system had prepared for centuries of Hunger Games.”

Absolutely disgusting and awful - gods this series hits my heart and soul // it’s too cruel man

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Ch13:

They don’t even let her say goodbye??? This is so twisted!

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Ch14:

Ch15:

I already love Johanna and Finnick

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“Our new Avox is Darius.”

The cruelty of this Snow guy knows no bounds

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Ch16:

“As I watch the procession to the City Circle, I think how it’s bad enough that they dress us all up in costumes and parade us through the streets in chariots on a regular year.”

—-

“Johanna Mason is naked again”

😂

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Katniss making the Seneca Crane dummy = iconic

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Ch17:

““I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.”

My heart ❤️ No puedo mas

““I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.”

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“It’s so barbaric, the president turning my bridal gown into my shroud,”

Snow putting Kat in a wedding dress for the interview = evil + atrocious

“Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.” =iconic

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Ch18:

““Maybe I’d think that, too, Caesar,” says Peeta bitterly, “if it weren’t for the baby.””

Le Gasp! This Man!!!! I C O N I C

Always with the interview plot twists! I love him!

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“By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days.”

Ey Snow, you done fucked up. What exactly were you trying to accomplish with this quell? Like all you did was make ppl more pissed off. Big Yikes

And not him having Kat witness Cinna getting beaten right before she goes up into the arena man - why is he so evil?!

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Part 3: the enemy

Ch19: 😬

Ch20:😬😬

Ch21:😬😬😬

Ch22:

““No, wait,” says Finnick. “Let’s do it together. Put our faces right in front of his.””

The fact that this man made me laugh while all this horror is going on ❤️❤️

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““Tick, tock. This is a clock.””

Iconic design to this arena

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Ch23:

Ch24: 😢😢😢

Ch25:

Ch26:

Ch27:

Oh no, not Peeta - omg I don’t remember this // what will they do to him?

Fuck what an ending! Next. Next. Next.

[charnelhouse]

Your latest Thor fic reblog using Endgame!Thor is making me feel things. How would his reader react to seeing him at that point in the timeline, so different from how they remember the shining prince of Asgard? Darker, sharper, (maybe even a touch feral?); a little broken under the weight of events. What does he care for niceties when his world has fallen apart and he thinks the fault lay with him?

A/N: Thor x F!Reader. Rough Smut. Self-Destruction. Thor being a lil dark and sad obvi.

You can see it on his face as soon as he opens the door.

Confusion sliding into realization sliding into horror.

“What are you doing here?” he hisses before he glances down at himself and visibly jerks. He turns around - disappearing back into his house. You assume it’s alright to follow.

You aren’t surprised by his appearance. Val had told you as much.

“He’s not as you left him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Grief has made him harder. He eats and drinks. Hides in that little hut. He barely leaves it.”

“Do you want a drink?” he asks before he’s already tossing you a beer. You catch it firmly. It’s warm - the bottle is slippery in your hands. He settles into his couch - his t-shirt riding up over his belly. You can barely see his face due to all his overgrown hair. You’d never seen it that tangled before - that long and unruly.

You sit down in the seat across from him. You have no idea what to do with this. You had come with every intention of trying to help him - prod him until he’d speak to you. Val had called you - told you to return to New Asgard: He’s not himself. I think he needs real help. He needs you.

He regards you with careful eyes before the edge of his lips quirk up. “You look very pretty.”

You grin at him. “So do you.”

He snorts - taking a heavy gulp of his beer. “You’re hilarious, my love.”

You frown. “I mean it. It’s good to see you.”

He sighs. “I’m afraid I didn’t expect you. I would have - “ He gestures around - grimacing. “-cleaned up.”

“No need. It was rude of me to show up.”

“I suppose it was,” he replies. “You’ve been running around with the Avengers?”

You nod, sucking your lip between your teeth. “Helping Natasha. Had to keep busy after...everything.”

It had been your own way to handle your grief after losing nearly everyone you had ever known. You had lost Loki. You had lost Thor to a degree. You had stayed with him as long as you could but he had been so upset - shoving you away until you had finally left. He had been almost cruel about it.

“You should stay away from me. Everything I touch falls apart. Everyone I love dies.”

“I failed them and I will fail you too.”

He had hurt you with his words. Even when he fucked you, he felt far away. He’d roll his hips into you - staring at the wall or over your shoulder. He’d be rough and sharp - snapping the thick of him inside your cunt until you’d bruise. He’d shove you against the counter - fingers harsh between your legs as he wrenched your hair back and sunk his teeth into your shoulder just as he speared his cock to the hilt. It wasn’t necessarily bad, it was feral sex. Animalistic. You could handle it. You liked it even. But - he scared you sometimes. He’d pull out and leave the room - distancing himself - unable to find comfort in the aftercare. You’d try to wrap your arms around him and he’d flinch - gently nudging you away. Not now, little one. I’m sorry.

Finally - you’d had such a terrible argument that you left him. You were grieving just as he was, but he refused to acknowledge it or meet you halfway. You needed a fight and Natasha could use you.

Still - you loved him.

The years away from him had made you ache. You had felt his loss considerably - the shape of him branded into your heart and core and lungs.

You stare at him and he averts his gaze - scratching at the back of his neck.

“I missed you,” you confess - feeling a soft burn behind your nose - your eyes. Your head throbbed.

He exhales sharply. “I can’t say that I’ve done all that well without you.”

“You’re mourning, Thor,” you assure him. “It’s normal to deal with it in your own way. Don’t be ashamed about it.”

He swallows thickly as he picks at the label on his beer bottle. “You’ve only blossomed.” He sniffs. “I don’t know what I’m doing - “

“Thor,” you murmur - a brush desperate. You don’t even know you’re moving until you climb over the coffee table and you’re straddling his lap.

He seems surprised - the bottle falling out of his hands and splashing over the stained couch. He automatically clasps your hips and you grasp the hinge of his jaw - tilting his face up to meet yours.

“I love you,” you murmur - your mouth hovering over his. He squeezes your ass, while his belly presses up against you. You can feel him twitch in his sweatpants.

You sweep your thumb over his cheekbone, rubbing slow, soft circles to soothe him. His breath is warm against your lips. He smells like sweat - the masculine bite of musk that is so distinct to him. You know he hasn’t showered in a while - you know that he’s almost sticky with it but you don’t care.

“Are you sure?” he asks - slightly incredulous and more sad. “I’m - I’m not what I was.”

You narrow your eyes as you tug him closer. “I don’t care. I want you -” You press a kiss to his bearded jaw - another to his nose before you reach his pink mouth. You lower your voice to something silky. “-my king.”

His eyes widen before the blue turns pitch-dark, becoming something burning and hungry. He grinds his hips beneath your thighs - his grip tightening. “I’ve missed you, too,” he grunts - the blunt prod of him rubbing up against your cunt.

You crash your lips to his - parting the seam of them as you dip your tongue into his mouth. It’s a furious kiss - a mess of emotion as he moves his hands from your ass to tangle in your hair.

“My sweet girl,” he whispers between the slide of your lips. “You came back to me.”

It’s rough and a little awkward as you try to ruck your jeans down while pulling off his sweats. He touches your cunt - skimming his knuckles between your folds as he growls: “You’re so wet for me.” He sounds stunned - awed - and you grab his face again to kiss him frantically.

You ease yourself down on him and it’s the stretch you had missed. Your thighs spread open over the bulk of his own - the mass of him clutching you closer. He won’t let you breathe as he keeps his mouth to yours - swallowing your tongue before he starts rutting into you.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck I had missed this - missed your tight little cunt and your pretty mouth.”

You ride him quick - letting him drag you forward and shove you back so that he’s sheathed into the channel of your pussy over and over. The spongy head of his cock punches up against your sweet spot and you burrow your face into his throat as you try to muffle your whines.

He pulls your hair, yanking it back so he can study your expression - his eyes pinning you down as he meets your gaze head-on. “Let me see you,” he begs. “I want to see you.”

It’s so good as he splits you on his cock. You cannot get enough of him as your nails rake down his shoulders and your nipples rasp across his chest. It’s a mess - a hurricane of hot sounds - slapping wet skin and the squelch of your sex taking him to the hilt. The couch squeaks beneath him and you think it might break with how hard he’s fucking you.

It goes and goes - wild and frantic. You are trying to snap him back together. You long to glue him with your lips and your slick and your spit as you stroke him and soothe him and tell him how fucking strong he is and how easily he makes you cum.

It’s a lot. It’s maybe too much.

Or maybe not enough.

[tojiverse]

JUST FOR FUN pt 3

read parts one and two

toji fushiguro x f!reader

warnings: slight exhibitionism (?) smut obvi degradation slightly rough overstim 

You had been swamped with Clan meetings, your advisers grueling over details in order to get you to agree. You under no circumstances wanted to lose your seat as the head of the clan, and work became even more stressful with this weighing over you.

“No sassy remark? That’s not like you, you’re usually quite the brat when you see me,” Toji commented leaning on the wall.

This man had to be sculpted by the gods, he had to be. His shirt would always cling to his build so well, each muscle noticeable. You were snapped out of your daze, by your phone ringing seeing that Jai was calling. You quickly picked up with a groan. 

“We all decided to set a deadline for you to pick out your offer before we pick out one for you. You have until the end of this week, think wisely,” Jai said and your eyes widened.

“Jai, that’s such a short time to give me something this important, I need a bit more,” You said and you could see her shaking her head.

“Sunday midnight, take it or leave it,” She said and you sighed.

“Yes, I’ll see you when I get home,” You said and hung up. 

You groaned but quickly fixed your composure, remembering that Toji was in the room with you.

“Something wrong?” He asked and you shook your head shooing him out.

The next few days were spent with you going over hoth proposal’s in depth, and rewriting whatever parts you didn’t agree with, and then sending them back. It seems as if the Gojo Clan’s offer would suit you the best as Kai was willing to allow you to remain head as long as you wanted to. You were sitting in your office as Toji walked in, but before you could say anything your phone rang, The contact name flashed and all you saw was Kai as you quickly picked up.

“Yes, hello Kai, what happened?” You asked and Toji raised his eyebrow as he heard the male name.

“I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to get lunch tomorrow so we could talk more in depth about what’s to come,” He said and he seemed to be walking around.

“Listen, I need more time to think about your marriag-“ You yelped as Toji quickly picked you up from your chair, sat down and then pulled you down on his lap.

He slipped your heels off, not wanting for them to dig into his thighs and then propped your feet up onto his thighs. He proceeded to hike your skirt up and rip your stocking down the middle.

“Well, don’t be a brat your future husband is waiting on the line for you,” Toji growled in your ear and you gulped as you frantically nodded.

“(y/n) are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?” Kai asked and your eyes widened as you felt Toji slip a finger in.

“Ah sorry! I-i just hit my foot, yeah foot is all,” You said in a strained voice.

“Ah, if its alright I’d like to talk a bit about the proposal while I have you here?” He asked and you quickly said yes while Toji slipped in another finger and began rubbing your clit.

“Such a sloppy pussy for me baby, does this turn you on huh?” Toji rasped in your ear and you could only whimper in response.

“(y/n)? Are you sure you’re okay? I could call later if you’re busy,” Kai asked and Toji’s pace quickened.

“If you want to cum at all today you better stay on that fucking phone, while I make you come apart on my fingers and then my cock, is that clear you whore?” Toji asked and you nodded while you felt your core tighten.

“N-No, nows fine, as you were saying yes details,” You quickly replied as you felt Toji’s fingers move in deeper.

Kai and you, well mainly Kai as you could feel yourself going stupid on Toji’s fingers continued to speak about details of the proposal while Toji degraded you in your ear. You quickly felt your first orgasm approaching, your eyes widened as Toji only continued to go faster.

“You’re gonna cum for me while on the phone with another man? How naughty can you be hm? And here I thought I reminded you last time as to just who this pussy belongs to. You’re mine, all of you is mine especially this sloppy hole. I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out on my cock baby, and you’re gonna enjoy it all isn’t that right? Cause you’re my good whore,” Toji said in your ear and you tightened around his fingers while your eyes got glassy from all the pleasure.

You simply nodded your head quickly while trying to zone in on Kai’s voice, who was telling you which restaurant you’d be meeting at lunch for tomorrow, but Toji made it difficult. He demanded with his fingers for all your attention to be on him but you couldn’t give into him, not yet. You felt your orgasm racing at you and your eyes widened as you desperately looked at him, pleading for him to let you end the call.

“No ending the call before you gush all over my fingers pretty girl,” Toji whispered and you nodded.

“(y/n) what are your favorite kind of flowers? I wanna make sure I bring you something nice to lunch,” He said and you thought long and hard.

“O-Oh um, (flower name) are my favorites, you’re so kind K-Kai,” you stuttered as Toji picked up his pace and began to tease your clit. 

“Alright beautiful, I’ll make sure to bring them then, is 3:00 pl good for lunch?” He asked and Toji bit down on your neck making you squeal.

“S-Sorry! I just got excited yeah 3 sounds good see-“ Your voice got cut off as Toji had made you cum and you went silent, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle your moan while Toji quickly grabbed it making sure you couldn’t. 

“(y/n) are you sure you’re okay? Should I bring you anything to your job? I’m worried,” Kai said sweetly but you quickly assured him you were fine before hanging up and glaring at Toji.

“You’re an asshole my goodness, do you know how embarrassing that was?” You asked and he shrugged.

“With the way you were clamping down on my fingers I’d say someone was enjoying themselves a lot,” Toji said and you rolled your eyes.

He only raised an eyebrow before slipping a hand to your throat squeezing slightly before kissing your roughly causing you to whimper.

“I still have to fuck you stupid on my cock? Or did you think this was enough to satisfy a cock hungry slut like yourself hm?” Toji asked in a condescending tone, which caused you to clench around nothing.

Toji quickly lifted you up with one arm using the other to bring his pants and boxers down and then teased your entrance with the head of his cock, letting it gather up your juices, you whined. You already wanted to feel him in here yet here he was toying with you, which caused you to take control and fully sink down on him. He let out a groan before pushing you forward on your desk pinning your head down. He began to stand up bringing your legs down and fully pulled out before slamming back in, causing you to moan. Your back arched as you desperately tried to meet his thrusts only for him to hold your waist and slow down teasing you.

“Come on beg like a bitch in heat and I might give you what you want,” He whispered in your ear and you began to incoherently beg for him.

The only things that came out of your mouth were pleads with begs for more as Toji could only smirk. If only the man you were supposed to be marrying could see you now, mascara running, with drool coming out of your mouth pleading for him to take you. Toji lifted you up to press flat against his chest and began to suck and bite on your neck making sure to leave marks. 

“Toji please! Please daddy fuck me harder. I want more please,” You slurred which seemed to be enough as he picked up the pace and began to reach deeper which had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

Toji slipped a hand down to toy with your clit as he wanted you to be the first to cum before him. You grabbed onto his arm and began to squirm away as you felt a different kind of pleasure build up.

“No, no stop Toji please,” You begged but he only smirked and repositioned himself to hit deeper.

“Oh no, you take what I give you whore, do I make myself clear? If I’m gonna make you squirt on my cock you take it like the good bitch you are yeah?” Toji said and you only whined in response.

You felt your vision go white as you came around his cock clenching him hard as you squirted, making a mess out of yourself and him. You felt embarrassed after, hiding your face from him as your legs wobbled from standing up. You felt utterly humiliated but Toji, he felt drunk on the sheer amount of control he had over you.

“Now come on, I know you can give daddy another one,” He said before starting to thrust again while you moaned softly.

You felt extremely overstimulated, only being able to focus on Toji and how deep he was inside you, just like Toji wanted you. He wanted to make sure that he left you broken, no other man would be able to pleasure you like him, and you'd come crawling right back. He loved the way your pussy would suck him in, it was practically made for him with the way he fucked you. You felt your orgasm build up and looked behind you to see Toji looking down to watch the way his cock slid in and out of you. He began grunting softly and you knew he was close as well so you decided to clench around him hard.

“Fuck, you don’t know how insane this pussy drives me,” He said and you mewled at the praise.

Soon you both finished you caught your breath as Toji held you up before sitting down bringing you with him causing you to whine.

“Let’s just stay like this for five,” He said and your eyes widened.

“You locked the door right?” You asked and he nodded, causing you to relax.

Toji still felt like he was deep inside you as you both listened to one another breathe.

“You know, I didn’t beg you as the possessive type,” You joked which caused him to growl.

“I just don’t like sharing,” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Not like I'm yours,” You huffed under your breath but he caught on.

“Oh? But the way I fuck you stupid says otherwise,” Toji said and you went silent.

“Well you have to get out I have work to do,” You said lifting yourself up, but Toji stopped you turning your head, and then kissed you roughly causing you to moan into his mouth.

After you both parted you wordless got up whimpering at how empty you felt before searching for your underwear only to see it in Toji’s hands, accompanied by a cocky grin.

“Give it back,” You said while holding your hand out but he shook his head.

“No, I think I’ll keep it, see you later (y/n),” He said before slipping it into his pocket and getting up.

You quickly went to the personal bathroom in your office, you were so grateful to have it and then began to clean yourself up. 

The next day you had dressed up nicely in order to go meet Kai who had picked you up from work. You greeted him with a hug and then smiled up at him, but felt a pair of eyes piercing into you, Toji. You looked back to see Toji with an eyebrow raised, almost as if testing to see if you’d actually go. You knew you had no choice but to go or you’d get stuck with a Zenin. Kai escorted you out of the building, and onto the small restaurant, the two of you would be having lunch in. The drive there was in silence, but it was comforting, there was no awkward feeling to it. Once the two of you got there, you quickly noticed how pretty the restaurant was, it was simple but had a cozy feeling to it. The two of you got seated by a waiter and then began to look through the menu.

“Hey, I’d like to thank you for taking this time to meet with me, so we could discuss,” Kai said, and you nodded. 

You already knew what you were going to order, so you just gave him a small smile and a nod. You honestly were nervous as the two of you were meeting without advisors, so there was no buffer person. You ordered and then began to talk about the proposal. Kai reassured you that you would maintain your head position, even if an heir were to be produced. You nodded as this was one of the only things you were really worried about. 

“And my clan name, will we be invited back into sorcerer society? Will it be cleared?” You asked and Kai nodded.

You sighed and looked away, deep in thought. This deal was really good, you’d be let back into sorcerer society, and your clan would be restored. 

“Okay, we just need this all on paper, send it to my advisors and I’ll do it, I’ll marry you, only if everything you’re promising me now applies,” You said and Kai nodded, also letting out a sigh of relief.

The rest of the meal went perfectly, the two of you now felt a weight off your shoulders, as this was something that was pressuring everyone for two months. Soon, you had to get back to work and Kai drove you back with a smile. Once you got out of the car he placed a kiss on your cheek before handing you flowers to which you thanked him for. You waved him goodbye and headed to your office to where someone was sitting on your chair. 

“Um Hello, may I help you?” You asked softly placing your flowers in an empty vase and opening your hand to produce your scythe. 

The chair spun and you saw Toji with his chin on his face.

“Have fun hm?” He asked with a smirk while motioning you to sit on his lap. 

You undid your scythe and went over to him sitting down.

“You know my clan needs this to work well right?” You asked and he nodded. 

“Doesn’t stop me from being jealous,” He said before starting to kiss on your neck. 

[insufferablelust]

Hey I absolutely love you’re writing, and I love your writing style. can I request a Spencer Reid x sub!reader fic where she is out with him and his friends for dinner and she keeps teasing him infront of them and then he gets frustrated and punishes her in the restroom ? Can you include degradation,(name calling and dirty talking), choking and exhibitionism.

hi love! thank you so much for req, sorry it took me such a long time to get to it, i was in a bad place for couple of days. And i changed the settings a bit to fit the pictures in my imagination i hope you don’t mind. thank you once again, enjoy! and for those who have been patient enough for me to write their reqs, dont worry it’s all coming soon! MASTERLIST HERE!

WARNINGS : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, Smut obvi, Fingering, no penetrative sex, Degradation by name calling, Exhibitionism, Pretty intense breath play by choking, Spankings, brat tamer-esque!spencer, bratty!reader, umm fluff??? thats it i think

You must admit that teasing Spencer wasn’t really your intention tonight, you really tried your best to behave especially after being so reckless going after an unsub alone without waiting for back up, but you got lucky and the unsub was caught. Although, Spencer still can’t help but to be mad at you, you were careless and he didn’t like that.

The entire jet was silent, mostly asleep except for you and Spencer. Right after you caught the unsub, Spencer pulled you into a secluded area far from prying ears of their teammates and scolded her, “You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Y/N?”

Then and there you should’ve known not to get bratty, should’ve just apologized and said that you were trying to save the girl but your adrenaline rush got the best of you, and that led you to gave him two things he hates most, an eye roll and remark, “Oh! give me a damn break! i saved the girl, and caught the asshole too, you’re so insufferable.”

He was taken aback of course, even you were too. Your lips trembled as you thought back to his face, there was a slight pain that crossed his eyes, but mostly you knew that deep down he knows you didn’t mean that. But does he? because right after that you two separated your ways to the jet up until now.

“Spencer..” You whispered, he sat opposite of you besides Alvez and you beside JJ. He looked up momentarily from his book before shaking his head and hold up one finger, oh great your dominant boyfriend is seething and he’s giving you a time out.

You pouted as you sank deeper into the seat, before reaching to tangle his legs with yours as a sign that you’re sorry. To your delight, he hummed, leaned forward and pat your knee— it was his way of saying “yes i’m not mad but that doesn’t mean you are out of punishment.” Then you fall asleep after that, drifted off to the thought of what he’ll do to you later.

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Spencer groaned lowly as he heard the team are planning a celebratory dinner after they had done their paperwork, it’s not that he hated his teammates, they’re his family after all. But right now, all he wanted was to leave bruises on Y/N and to make sure she had learned her lesson, he was so frustrated that his palm was twitching at the thought of her being so reckless like that.

He was pulled out of his thought when she tapped his shoulder, innocently batting her eyelash and leaned on his desk “Are we going tonight?” She nervously asked, eyes won’t meeting his directly which he frowned at. Gripping her wrist, “Y/N, look at me.”

Y/N instantly turned her head to him, eyes looking directly into his, before apologizing “I’m sorry.. sir i’m really sorry..” She muttered, dropping her head in shame that brought extreme sadness to him, instantly pulling her into a hug and cradled her. “Shh, i know you wanted to save her but that was careless, can’t go running around and risk your life like that.” He wasn’t a fan of PDA but when he needs to show you what he meant, he’ll do it even if he has to show bits of their romantic life.

“I know, that’s why i’m sorry.” She pouted up at him, earning a soft smile and a kiss on the lips. “Lovebirds, you two coming?” You heard Rossi snickered beside you, as you blushed and looked up at your boyfriend for answer,

“Yeah, yeah we’re coming.”

Oh how wonderful, your bratty little mind thought.

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During the entire ride to the restaurant, you and Spencer engaged in small conversations mainly about how weird New York was when you seen it last, and pointing similarities about stuff. It was all fun and good until your hand started to creep up on his thigh, fingertips dancing against the fabric of his pants. He didn’t pay you any mind at first, no he thought you were just being touchy feely with him.

Oh but that changes quickly when your fingers ghosted over his clothed crotch, earning herself a warning from him, “Y/N.” Your eyes peered at his as you grinned, hands still running up and down his thigh sometimes getting closer to his crotch.

“Yes, Doctor?”

There it is, she has drank the poison and now she’ll deal with the consequences.

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Throughout the dinner Y/N kept on continuing her devious acts, brushing his calf, running her fingertips directly on his crotch, moaning at the taste of the dessert, and even go as far as whispering stuff on his ear, stuff that made him itch to bend her over the table.

The first warning she received from him was a tap on her knees and a slide glance, then she shrugged and brushed it off. The second warning weren’t so kind, he had shoved her palms below her thighs and knead her thigh with his nails with a low drawl “Y/N..” She whimpered then and promised she won’t do it again, and he believed her, only because he knew they were getting suspicious.

Oh but the next time Y/N teased her boyfriend, was the last time she will ever sit nicely in awhile, Spencer saw red, tugging on her wrist as he bids farewell to their teammates, saying stuff like “We have an appointment tomorrow.” Not really caring on how they took it.

Y/N felt the insides of her belly swarmed with butterflies and intense warmth, as his bruising grip tighten around her wrist— making an indent on her skin. They stormed outside and went to their car while Spencer pushed her against it and wrap his hand around her throat, gripping ever so tightly— making sure his fingertips were on the very pulse.

“You’ve been testing me the whole day and night, you mindless little brat. I’ve had enough of your reckless behavior and attitude. If a punishment is what you want, then a punishment is what you’re going to get, but don’t fucking cry out when i make you writhe in pain.” He muses on her ear, whilst she nod desperately, trying to find enough oxygen, “P-please..” Her eyes watered as he pressed his knee right between her legs and then release her throat, watching her gasping for breath.

“Turn around.” He demanded, she instantly obliged not wanting to damage the situation anymore. Spencer pushed her against the car and one hand around her neck, the other slip his hand under her dress to squeeze her ass tightly, then leaned in to whisper “You look so pathetic you know that? we’re in a restaurant parking lot and yet you never told me to stop. Do you want me to punish you here? where everyone can see what a nasty mindless brats get when they act recklessly?”

All she can do is moan as she grind harder against his knee, whilst holding onto him with dear life. “Get in the back seat.” He ordered, taking a step back from her so she could get in and climb in after her.

“Over my lap.” He demanded, all Y/N could do now is to oblige everything he said, not more not less so she laid ass up over his lap and then brace herself as she felt the roughness of his palms against her ass— dress yanked up long ago.

“How many, princess?” He ask condescendingly, fingers gripping her hair tightly as she moaned out loud when his other hand graze against her covered cunt. “as many as you want, sir.” she choked out, which seemed to please him judging by how he hummed to the tone.

“We’ll do 20, with different intensity. What’s your safe word?” That warmed her heart, even if he’s mad, he never forgets how important communication, safety, and comfort is. “Lilac.”

“Good girl, shh i don’t wanna head anything coming out of that mouth unless its to count, safe word, or thank me. Understand?” It was a trick question, normally she would answered but then she remembered it’s not allowed so she looked back at him and nodded sweetly.

That seemed to both please him and make him the more eager, he delivered the first slap making her broken out a cry “O-One! Sir thank you!” He took a deep breath before slapping her covered ass once again earning more broken sobs and moans.

By the time they reached 15, her ass was so sore, yet the burn intensified everything, her soaked panty could agree. She was soaked through. “5 more, minx. Come on don’t be pathetic now.” His tone made her shivered, she sucked on his thumb preparing herself for the last five.

“Oh fuck! 20! thank you please no more...” Y/N cried out as she sob into the leather seat, her covered ass was burning, his handprint left her squirming on his grip as he soothe her, gently tugging her hair up, turn her around so her head is laid on his lap.

“Shh.. it’s over now, baby. You’re okay.” He rub her tummy as she evened out her breathing, eyes looking up at his, even through the darkness of the car he still looks dashing. “T-Thank you for teaching me a lesson.. i’m sorry i was a brat..” Her voice was barely above whisper which meant she was deep in her subspace, which made Spencer becomes more protective of her.

“It’s okay bunny. You did great, i’m not mad at you.” He whispered, his hands that were on her tummy trailed down slowly before slipping it inside her panties, he gently graze his fingertips on her labia, feeling it soaking with absolute need.

“Oh princess, look at you.. Soaked hm? you really love being taught a lesson didn’t you?” his fingers slowly rub circles on her clit, pressing on it with enough force that it made her shudder to no end, her moans were loud.

“Spencer.. please!”

“What do you want, baby?” Spencer chuckled, using his palm to rub her sensitive nub as his fingers brushes ever so slightly against her opening, smearing the sweet nectar all over her cunt.

“Fuck me, Dr.Reid..” She groaned, using the last bit of bratty-ness left in her, her hips bucking as he hold her neck with one hand and finger her cunt with the other.

“You never learn do you? you desperate needy little baby.” His mocking tone turned her on like nothing else, trails of ‘uh uh uh’s left her mouth and her hips keeps on grinding upwards, leaving Spencer no choice but to clamp his hand on her neck and muttered lowly, “You won’t get my cock tonight so don’t bother to ask. If you don’t behave, i won’t let you cum for weeks, i will edge you during those weeks, giving you ruined orgasms, and make your life a living hell. So if you still want that orgasm you crave, stop fucking squirming.” His words might as well make her orgasm, the way he commanded her, owned her— just the biggest turn on of her life.

When her eyes watered, he released her neck then continue to finger fuck her with force, so much force that she can’t help it but to scream. “Oh! S-Spencer! i’m going— may i cum sir?”

“Hold it.” He ordered sternly, his palm grazing against her clit, giving her the umpteenth intense pleasure of the night. She tried so hard not to cum, but the need still outweighs her desire to not disobey her boyfriend. “P-Please.. Cant.. cant oh god..”

“Now, cum now pet.. go on.” Her eyes snapped shut at his command making sure to moan out strings of ‘thank you sir! thank you’ when she came all over his fingers, practically soaking the expensive leather as well as her dress. He worked her through her high, before drawing his fingers out when she flinched due to sensitivity.

Y/N’s eyes opened slowly to find him smiling looking down at her which she returned. Spencer pressed his wet fingers on top of her lips, she greedily suck on it, making him groan. “Fuck love, do you know that you made me bust in my pants?”

You released his fingers, eyes widen “What? Really?”

“See it for yourself, you brat.” He scoffed, seeing her turned her head to looked at the mess on his crotch which made her sit up in excitement, and smiles. “But when?!”

“The moment you came, you look so gorgeous i cant help but to cum.” He whispered, his cheeks warm with a hint of flushness which made her giggle. “oh wow the effect i have on you...”

“Y/N i swear to god, i’ve had enough of your brattiness for one night.” Earning a laugh from her, he shakes his head, before cleaning them both with the tissues and sprayed the car with disinfectant which made Y/N laugh loudly,

“What a genius germphobe.” She teased, which made his head turned to her side and glared.

“Okay okay! i won’t tease...” She bit her tongue at the last part before muttering a seductive “Doctor...”

“That’s it! No cumming for a month.”

“No Spencer!”

“Nope.”

You really do love being a brat.

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SORRY THIS SUCKED IM NOT FEELING WELL SHSKSK, anyways requests still open so send them away! thank you for supporting.

[konaizumi]

A Tale of a Thousand Stars ep 8 thoughts/reaction

did i watch this episode secretly on my phone while i was in class bc i couldn’t stand waiting a whole hour to watch the new ep? maybe

tian visiting torfun’s memorial to leave flowers and tell her that he’s going to pha pun dao was sweet

also him and phupha missing each other again was just a really nice scene and phupha wondering who left her flowers

i have decided to forgive dr nam for last episode (the snooping not the flirting thing) bc i know he was just concerned about his friend and he didn’t intend for phupha to have that kind of reaction, but he still should’ve confronted tian directly before telling phupha

the way tian is looking at longtae in the beginning, seeing how supportive he’s being and knowing that he’s probably about to lose longtae as well

god this scene was so painful to watch, just knowing what was coming

but the editing that combines tian’s speech with phupha reading through the notebook

also, thank you to the writers for confirming that the tian/torfun similarities are bc he’s been reading the notebook and not because torfun’s spirit is possessing him, i didn’t think they would do that but nice to have confirmation

poor tian really did go there with the best intentions

oof, when the music goes silent when phupha interrupts his speech

also, i said this last week, but it should’ve been the rangers responsibility to tell everyone torfun had died and the fact that they didn’t only added to tian’s burden and the animosity aimed at him, and it annoyed me the way the rangers (perhaps unintentionally) let tian take on the full blame and didn’t admit that they had known about torfun’s death from the start

god and the way tian’s heart break is visible on his face as soon as phupha interrupts/confronts him and he realizes that phupha won’t be on his side

and mix’s acting in this scene (and the entire episode) is just so good, you can see the way he’s desperately trying to keep in together and not completely break down, and his heartbreak when he realizes he’s all alone

also, i made a longer post about how i understand phupha’s reaction, I think it’s pretty natural and that he’s not overreacting, however, i do wish he hadn’t confronted tian so publicly like that 

just everything about this scene is just so good in the most painful way, especially the sad orchestral version of the theme song

now i think this ep is too sad for me to say it’s my favorite, but from a narrative/cinematography perspective it is my favorite, it was just really well done

i was really hoping the kids would have a bigger role this ep and begin the forgiveness process for the rest of the village, so i was excited when Meejoo came but then p’aof decided to stab me directly in the heart when she asked what death is

(also im sorry but how old are these kids that she doesn’t know what the word death is?)

(also given that everything that happens in this ep happens within like a 30 hour period, i still hold hope for the kids forgiving next ep once they have some time to process)

at least they didn’t make me watch the scene where tian had to explain what death was, that would’ve killed me

i understand the villager’s reactions too, and i do kind of wish tian would just stay home and give them some time to grieve and process before trying to interact with them–i don’t blame tian for keeping the truth from them this long, but he does need to respect the pain they’re going through

also this scene with phupha really fucked me up, the way phupha remains stone faced even though he’s clearly in a lot of pain

“i wish i could return it to her” one of the things about this story that really fucks me up is that you can’t have both torfun and tian--torfun had to die for tian to live, and if torfun had lived then tian would have died and all the characters are in a way stuck with this moral dilemma of “choosing” between tian and torfun, even if the decision was already made for them, and tian has had to deal with this problem since the beginning and made his choice a long time ago that he would have preferred that torfun had lived instead of him bc he feels like she had more to live for and left behind more than he would’ve

also the scene is so much more painful knowing that just that morning phupha had finally said out loud that he wanted tian to stay

and i was really ton this scene between understanding phupha’s reaction and where he’s coming from but also being like “please stop talking to my son like that, he feels bad enough as is”

i have often had the emotion of “i want to walk through the screen so i can give this character a hug” and i have literally never felt it stronger than this episode of atots

also thank you to dr nam who told phupha not that he was wrong for his actions, but that he should’ve confronted tian differently, also for figuring out that tian wasn’t the driver

the fact that tian just walked through the tea field so he knows that either khama was lying to him or that longtae saw him in the field and hid from him

poor longtae tho, thought he knew what was coming then was hit with “im responsible for her death”

you know what? i didn’t realize khama would have such a recurring role from the first episode, but i really like him--he’s trying to do his best for the village and that isn’t always easy and he’s the first to try to think about tian’s perspective even when it’s clearly difficult for him

also i love khaotung, he does a really good job as longtae, and as much as i loved him as chonlatee, i prefer him in more mature roles like longtae or fong

did dr nam really think phupha would keep letting tian stay in his room?

it came as a surprise to likely no one but i am glad to have definitve confirmation that tian was in fact not driving the car

against my wishes, tul did not show up this episode to give tian a hug so i hope he’s in the next ep to provide some much needed emotional support

tian’s involvement in torfun’s death is also complicated because to say he had no responsibility in it would be wrong but to say he had full responsibility wouldn’t be right either, there was so much of the situation that was just due to chance, as it the case in any accident, so i appreciate the nuance of the narrative in that tian does take responsibility (even if he takes too much) but other characters like longtae argue that it’s not his fault, bc it’s easy from an outside perspective to say it’s not tian’s fault but it would be much harder to be in tian’s position and not feel responsible that his actions lead to torfun’s death

longtae is truly best boi

tian saying he’s okay with just longtae understanding him is so sad but at the same time it’s good that he’s not trying to force other people to understand or forgive him

now i really want to know what torfun’s wish is bc you know it’s going to be all meaningful and thematically relevant

istg if i had a fucking nickel for every time tian has tried to give me a heart attack

i spent the entirety of part 4 yelling at tian to just stop being stupid

like i get it, you don’t feel like you have the time to waste to go find phupha, but still

also im worried that maybe the reason he was so adamant about doing it himself and not finding phupha was because he didn’t feel like he could go to phupha or that phupha might not believe him

tian please just listen to longtae being the voice of reason

or at least send longtae back to the village to go get phupha if you’re this determined

as soon as he pulled out his phone i fucking knew the flash would go off bc tian can’t be smart without also being dumb

pls don’t hit my son he has a weak heart

longtae running away like “i didn’t sign up for this shit”

pls stop hitting my son

i was wondering how tian’s dad would become involved in the story again and tian name dropping him to escape being killed by poachers was not it

but sakda was clearly scared when tian first said the name so obvi they’re connected and i’m assuming the person who called tian’s dad was either sakda or one of the other men there which means that tian’s dad is doing illegal shit (surprise surprise)

tian i know you’re stressed but pls let rang provide first aid

that montage at the end tho really hit me

also the parallels between this scene and the one when tian fainted in the field, it’s literally the exact same scene but the roles are reversed

also the fucking post credits scene, the emotional whiplash, the pain from knowing phupha said this stuff literally hours before everything went wrong

the way i squealed when phupha said i do (and throught the rest of the scene), it was literally the sweetest thing, it might be my favorite phutian moment so far

so for the last two episodes, im assuming that tian’s dad coming to get him and the dad being involved in illegal stuff will be the main external conflict, i wouldn’t be surprised if next ep ended with the dad showing up and demanding to take tian back

also the next ep preview, khama telling tian to forgive himself, im weak

this episode just made me feel so much, the story is just so complex and nuanced, and the characters are real and messy, and pls more bl in the future that aren’t afraid to tell more serious stories (as much as i love the romcom style of most bls i would love some more variety)

[bisexual-horror-fan]

⭐

Tbh I could listen to you talk about your fic all day, so go wild

OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Anon. Legit? DEADASS?! Bless you. Thank you for asking this. 

Okay. What to talk about, what to talk about....

Aight. I got two.

So first things first I gotta go off a bit about The Man Of My Dreams. Like obvi. 

But for once, let’s go over a softer moment. This moment stuck with me really hard and I am not 100% sure WHY even it just has persisted. The part in question-

“It was hard and it was quick and his hands roamed over me, fingers pausing over previous nicks and marks left by him. He asked me questions all throughout as he took me, of who I belonged to, of who owned me, of who made me feel like no other and the answer fell from my mouth in between curses and moans, the same every time. Him. Him. Him.”

Now this is from the second to last chapter, which is a Smutty Snippets TM. A collection of different pornographic scenes that I like to do in my fics to get mulitple ideas out and make a long form chapter of just ALL porn. I love doing them. This moment happens during the part labeled “Possession.” from that chapter. And I feel like it really captures the spirit of their relationship towards the end of the story. The filth, the heat, the sheer level of ownership Freddy displays over Amber and how greatly she is into it and it effects her. It is still one of my favorite passages I have ever written. 

It feels to thoughly them, it is hot and the action is described as rough and it is but with a twist of something softer, a hint of something sweeter. It shows off that TMOMD isn’t just about the porn by the end of it. That their relationship isn’t just about the physical anymore even if that is still their main way of expressing it. I love it a lot and am proud of that moment. 

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AND NEXT! Let us go off about It’s 3 AM.

Easily my favorite Leslie thing I have ever done. But why?

So Bex works in a coffee shop. A popular Canadian chain I am sure you can guess it. So one afternoon at work. I am leaning out the drive thru window- I have done this job for many years, a fun fantasy that my boyfriend at the time, now husband, had put in my head at a young age, when I first held this job, was getting fucked through the drive thru window. 

It stuck with me. Sometimes at work I would randomly be reminded of it. 

But this day.

Oof. 

I had just watched Behind The Mask and I was leaning out the window and that same fantasy popped in my head followed by the thought-

“But what if it was with Leslie?”

That thought. Haunted me. Dominated my thoughts at work, it kept popping up again and again, over and over, and I knew I had to do it. The blessed be I got an ask for Leslie and jumped at the fucking chance and went OFF! I wrote it all in one night in a fervernt passion and still left out some of my ideas. I have plans of doing a part 2 for it sometime this year because I STILL think about it.

The idea of it is just too good, too hot. Alone, after hours, sure no one is around to see it but what if someone were to catch you in the act? NOT TO MENTION making the reader still try to do her job while getting fucked? AMAZING. HOT AS FUCK. I feel like it is so damn good, plus the positioning hits so good, him eating out and fingering the reader just below the drive thru window while they serve a customer is like one of the hottest things I can think of.

Fave moment of the fic-

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The situation was so hot for you, so enjoyable and he was doing every little thing right, his hands gripped harder and you were panting, riding that high, getting closer and closer, you were about to tell him, gasp out a warning of your impending orgasm when then-

Beep.

God no.

Beep. Of-fucking-course. 

Beep.

His hands pulled you roughly, you were pulled back inside, stomach against the counter still, cold metal felt through your shirt, head and shoulders back inside, his back pressed to your chest, he was right next to your ear and he asked,

“Aren’t you going to get that?”

“Les-I-I don’t know if I can-”

He shh’d you and said,

“Y/n, you’re still at work, you have to. Here. Let me help.”

His hand off your hip and running up your body, over your side and shoulder, paused briefly at your neck, gentle squeeze and a slight thrust of his hips making you moan again, eyes rolled back, before sliding up the rest of the way, his fingers found the buttons on the drive thru headset, he had been paying very close attention when you were working and pressed the right button, the beeping stopped and the microphone clicked on. You took a deep, steadying breath, you gripped the edge of the windows ledge harder, an attempt to ground yourself as you spoke,

“Hello welcome to-”

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AMAZING! Still gets to me.

Anyway feel like I nailed his character that the set up and overall tone hit, was a little funny, a bit of history in there, the relationship read as believeable to me and again, very, very hot. 

Look forward to part 2, I cannot wait to get to it. 

[halstudandruz]

Jay Halstead- NSFW Alphabet

*Not my gif*

18+

A-Z

A- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

“Baby, you have to give me some time to recover.” Jay chuckled kissing your head as you kissed all over his neck.

“I know, but you’re just so fucking hot.” You whined tracing your fingers over his chest down to his abs admiring his entire body.

“I promise you’re going to get it, but please just take a nap with me first?” Jay grinned pulling you closer into his side. You sighed giving in kissing his chest to lay your head down on it. Jay would help clean you up, because more often than not he liked to use the pull out method. Before climbing back into bed begging you for cuddles.

B- Body Care

He take pride in his arms and abs. He works hard on them and it’s obvious. He loves your neck. Kissing it anytime and he knows it drives you crazy too. Loves tucking his face into your neck moaning in to it.

C- Cum

Like I said before Jay prefers the pull out method. He loves cumming on you. Whether that be your ass if you’re in doggy, stomach, boobs, face, and to be honest you sticking out your tongue for, waiting to taste him it makes him finish even harder.

D- Dirty Secret

He likes when you take control. He would never tell the guys this, but there’s something about you handcuffing him to the bed that just drives him insane.

E- Experience (How experienced are they?)

Jay’s hot. Obviously he has girls throwing themselves all over him and who is he to say no? So coming into the relationship he was quite experienced. He proves this to you in many ways. Although you do get a little jealous with that fact from time to time it does seem to always work out to your advantage.

F- Favorite Position

He likes missionary. Some people think it’s too “vanilla” but there’s a reason it’s the most common position. Loves being able to take in your body, run his hands up and down your body, taking mental pictures, and taking notice of every face you make.

G- Goofy

Sleeping with Jay can be playful and lighthearted but it can also be completely serious and intense. It usually all depends on the day he had.

H- Hair (How well groomed)

Jay keeps himself nicely groomed. Even when he’s having a hard time and has a nice beard (which can we talk about how fucking hot he looks with a beard okay) he still keeps himself neatly shaven.

I- Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

It depends on the day. If he’s been through a hard time/hard case you’re getting fucked hard and there’s no other way to put it. But he also has days where he pampers you. Drawing you a bath and starting there before carrying you to the bed and giving you extra attention to every one of your body parts that he loves.

J- Jack Off

Jay never really needs to jack off. Only really if he pulls out too soon, or if you go away for work. You love watching him jack off though, but that will be your dirty secret.

K- Kink

Nudes, phone sex (he loves being able to make you cum when he’s not even home. He’s working on a case, takes long hours, by the time he gets home he’s exhausted, but he still makes sure he can make you feel good), and bondage (specifically handcuffs obvi)

L- Location

He likes your bed. He’s tall so he likes having room to move and take care of you. But he also likes the back seat of his truck. Although he doesn’t have as much room he likes knowing he takes criminals down in this truck but also takes you down.

M- Motivation (What turns them on?)

He loves seeing you in his clothes. He’s taller so they’re always too big on you, but that’s what makes them look even better on you. More times than not he wouldn’t bother taking his own t-shirt off you before throwing you down on the couch and diving right in. Although he would never admit it he loved your teasing. You would slide up on his lap at Molly’s. Ever so slightly grinding down into him secretly. Leaning in to his ear to whisper all the things you planned to do to him later. He took this in stride though reaching down to run his hand up and down your thigh always a little too high, earning a blush from you, which was always his goal because honestly you blushing turned him on even more.

N- NO

Jay does not like hurting you. When he does use the handcuffs they are never too tight. He refuses to put you down. The word “whore” will never come out of his mouth it’s always words of affirmation, and like I said before no other people. It drives him insane knowing you even had sex before him. Threesomes would be an absolute no go. You are his and only his.

O- Oral (Preference I’m giving or receiving)

Don’t take it wrong he definitely likes receiving, loves when you drop down on your knees for him just when he gets home, but he also loves to spoil you. Walking in the door and throwing you on couch. Completely indulging you.

P- Pace

Jay does give you a couple minutes to adjust to him, going slow to tease you, but as soon as you’re ready as soon as he hears his name roll off your tongue a switch flips and it is rough and fast.

Q- Quickie (Opinions on quickies)

He doesn’t mind quickies. He would much rather take his time with you and have you at his mercy, but if you show up at his work and have the opportunity a quickie will be happening.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

Jay likes to experiment to a point. He’s game to try new things, new positions, new places to have sex (risking different public places, he’s in intelligence he could get out of trouble if you get caught), but he also knows where to draw a line. Threesomes are an absolute no go. No other man or woman is getting their hands on his girl

S- Stamina

Jay’s stamina is great. It’s not that you aren’t good because you definitely are. He just has trained himself enough to go until you can’t walk to next day. However if he doesn’t want to you can make him cum in under two minutes.

T- Toys

He doesn’t mind you having toys. He would never use any, but he knows he can’t always give you the time and attention you deserve when he gets caught up at work. So, he’s okay with whatever you want to use, and you assure him the real thing will always be your number one.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Jay is the king of teasing. The amount of times he would pretend to kiss you on the cheek, but was actually whispering dirty thoughts and nipping your ear was incredible. When he was working on paperwork instead of a case you had come to expect the dirty descriptive text messages that would come through your phone. Praying that your work day would go even just a little faster. If you guys weren’t too tired you knew you would be in for some begging that night. His favorite word to come rolling off your tongue as he was in between your legs was “Please,” and by the end of the night you had always perfected that exact phrase.

V: Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make)

Shockingly, at first Jay was shy, quiet. You didn’t earn so much as a couple grunts from him in a round. This kind of made you feel a little insecure. Made you feel like you weren’t doing as well as you hoped. So, you made it your mission to get those noises to come from him. Taking extra care and notes when it came to blowjobs, noticing what earned you a satisfied sigh, what made him throw his head back gripping your hair tighter. Even went as far as researching new riding techniques. Then one night you went to work. Between your mastered blowjob and skillful riding Jay could not hold himself together. Strings of moans, grunts, curse words, and your name rolling off his tongue, and you loved every fucking second of it. You think his voice is hot? You should hear his moan. From then on he had no problem being louder in bed and you learned the only reason he was quiet was because he was too focused on making sure he lasted.

W- Wild Card (Guys I feel like I suck at these 😂. But I pick your first time.)

You and Jay had both had sex before. Jay more so than you but you were both experienced. However Jay was very nervous. He pretended like he wasn’t but you could tell. He took his time with you making sure everything he did felt good. Taking note of every little thing you enjoyed. It was then that you realized you were in for one, and you were perfectly fine with that.

X- X Ray

Jay’s dick is solid. Literally the perfect dick. Along with the perfect man. Little over average in length and just the right amount of girth. Just enough that it fits in you perfectly without the pain of it being too big.

Y- Yearning

Jay’s sex drive is pretty normal. Would never force you into sex, and if you want it you get it, but it’s not every single night.

Z- ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It doesn’t take long for Jay to fall asleep after. You put him through some work and even though he is very fit you can easily wear him out. Plus you cuddled up next to him doesn’t help his fight to keep his eyes open.

[talkingismylifewrites]

So I saw in one of your replies you came up with a mob boss au. Would you ever write it and put it on A03 cos I would LOVE to read it. Also please say John's the mobster who's like "if you mess with Roger you'll die" so a rival gang kidnap Roger to blackmail John. But then Roger turns out to be trained in combat and beats the shit out them all and escapes and when John hears he's just like "I fucking warned you not to mess with him!"

okay this is a) a long time coming and b) was born from me watching all of narcos in like...a week

in fact, it legit started with me texting lo “maybe i’ve been watching too much narcos but.....” 

okay so our story begins with the knowledge that roger’s dad ran the mob

like roger is his heir and his son and his dad is the Big Kingpin

john’s dad is a shitty little lackey who has waaaaaaay too many debts so he grew up in the mob?? but lower ranks

and john sorta started getting involved when he was like 10 or so bc no one looks twice at the nicely groomed white kid right? and his dad was Desperate

and like he and roger had this whole Star Crossed Lovers shit bc a) roger was Not Allowed to be Gay and b) they weren’t ever supposed to have even met like completely different pay grades

BUT roger overheard him arguing with his dad over a better way to do a job that would be less dangerous and way harder to track but he got brushed off with a “the boss is always right you don’t argue john it’ll get you killed”

but rog was like.... shit no that’s WAY better

and ended up dropping a few lines to find out who this kid is cause... he’s smart and smart goes far right

like u gotta look Out for the smart ones, he knows that, his dad taught him that

(with backhands and cruel fists while teaching him chess, that one night in the barrel when he fucked up a simple plan when he was 13...)

(like rog is smart he’s just not Great at compartmentalization. so his plans start out great but go off the railed as he gets excited/pissed off) but like johns smart he picks up when he’s suddenly being tailed and is like Ok What Did I Do to one of them

and the guy panics and takes him straight to roger who is like..... how did u fuck up a simple tail, Jesus Christ

but yeah like he and john end up having a sort of clandestine friendship of sorts? in which roger essentially brings half baked plans to him and john Fixes them

which sorta turns into mutual pining

john is like this is my angry mob boss son best friend and roger’s like this is my evil genius best friend who kills people

but yeah basically roger’s dad keeps beating him when things go wrong, even if its not his fault

John is observant okay he was noticing the direct correlation between roger “getting jumped” and plans going wrong

So when it’s one of his??? That goes tits up (and tbh it wasn’t even like a bad screw up they just had a witness who was taken care of the next day) and roger like slinks into Johns apartment/office with the break down for John and his eyes is swollen completely close and he’s got a fat lip the size of a strawberry John immediately is ready for murder

And roger never admits it’s his dad???? who’s beating him???

because Taylors Should Be Better

Because why would he? It’s embarrassing but also it’s happened his whole life it’s expected of a mob bosses son (think the Baba Yaga scene in John wick 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻)

which then turns into john pounding him into the mattress and promising no one will Ever land a hand on him again when he turns up one time with a battered to hell face because something went Wrong on one of the plans (which. extra emotional effect bc it was one of johns)

and like a month later roger’s dad is mysteriously found shot dead

cuz John mentally is like okay. Plan Ides of March is a go. Moving it up three years he’s getting taken out tomorrow

And John KILLS ROGER’S DAD IN COLD FUCKING BLOOD

the only??? person??? roger would EVER take that from is his dad

like johns heard the stories about roger taking out men twice his size yeah? but roger never has any defensive wounds on his hand

John knows that roger can and will defend himself

He’s seen him in action

But he never raises a hand against his dad when he straight up could kill him with one hand tied behind his back

so john figures it out and a month later roger’s dad is dead 

and now they need a leader?? another boss

and they look to roger, but roger is like no

he knows himself well enough, he is not strong enough in terms of planning and plotting, he’s a good action man but not strategist

that’s john

so roger steps aside and is like john is going to run the show

obvi there’s a power void and there’s basically civil war but with roger’s ruthlessness and john’s genius they fucking take all the little fractions down and they take them down HARD

john sits on his throne with roger standing over his shoulder, knuckles bloodied and grin wicked

and everyone knows if you fuck with roger??? you fuck with john

and vice versa

once, roger got shot on a mission and it was like, the one time?? john loans him out for a plan that wasn’t his

and he’s fine it’s just a graze but John and him in their bathroom and Johns like hyper focused on cleaning the wound and he furious and harsh and is like you fucking dumbass did no one teach you to duck?? You fool you dumb piece of shit

and roger just gently cradles john’s face in his hands and lifts his head to look at him and kisses him so gently and he’s like it’s okay, i’m fine, i’m here

and john’s like you are never going on any raid or plan or anything that i have not PERSONALLY vetted 

the next day, the guy who’s plan it was is sniveling and apologizing on his knees in front of John and Roger; it was an accident, he says

and johns like “it’s okay. i understand, these things happen.”

and then just blank eyed shoots him in the femur

“these things just happen, you understand?”

roger just smiles from behind him, doesn’t even flinch in the aftermath

john and roger rule with an iron fist until one day things go tits up

and roger ends up taking the fall for john, and he gets sent to jail

john, in retaliation, goes on the warpath

Because he’s totally turned around the family business they’ve gone more corporate and it’s more like s legit business now?? They still kill people and rob and shit but they’re not monsters or criminals

And they give money back into the neighborhood and shit and donate to charity and kiss babies blah blah blah

But the authorities are like we need to show our strength against these villains so Rogers looking at like 25years to life

And John just kinda is like okay cool I can fix this

And it’s the biggest campaign ever he’s got the best lawyers on retainer he’s blackmailing people left and right he’s buying witnesses and finding loopholes like he’s fucking working the system and he’s gonna get roger out even if it kills him because in his eyes it was His Fault

Roger is like your honor clearly there’s been some sort of mistake

Because the only thing that places him there is a grainy cell phone video and a witness that’s not exactly clean

So like the case isn’t solid

But it’s enough for a trial like most of it is circumstantial

And John is like I would kill the whole world for you and Rogers like sounds excessive but same

the difference between roger and john is that john would kill the whole world for roger after sitting down and planning the whole thing for several weeks. roger would kill the whole world for john and not remember doing it after (though still probably not regret it)

Roger would act first think later

And John would be like oh I planned it all out two years ago in the shower

Just in case

so roger gets sent to jail and john just...looses it

like he has to get yanked off of miami when the verdict is read of two years sentencing because its not technically miami’s fault??? its just shitty

and meanwhile, roger is getting dragged off to jail and he’s like don’t worry, babe, it’s gonna be fine

(it both is and isn’t)

roger shows up in jail and within a week he’s running the joint, he’s got lackeys and he’s paid off the guards and its basically a vacation

meanwhile john is just burning his competition to the ground, he’s making people rue the day they ever crossed him

(they TOTALLY get conjugal visits that last longer than uhhhh usual)

bc you betcha ass they’d be So fucking possessive of one another. like roger rules that prison with an iron fist 

anyways, miami appeals on the basis of circumstantial, and he basically proves that legit ANYONE else could have done it and this is clearly railroading and obviously roger is innocent

and after 8 months, he walks

when he gets out???? john is there to pick him up

they drive off to a safe house outside of the city and they had wicked crazy dangerous hot sex and its just insanity

and when they come back??? 

its like people know to just flee when they see them

john, mob boss and kingpin, and roger his dangerous and beautiful second in command 

also freddie is roger’s bff, miami is their lawyer, and crystal is roger’s bodyguard who always gets into more trouble than roger but he once took a bullet for roger so he’s chill

ps anyone tries to kidnap roger??? gets dealt with a) by roger and if roger manages to let them get away then b) john. you’d rather be dealt with by roger, and not john

[scullyitsme]

the purest specimen of truth

this is actually for @leiascully​‘s @xfficchallenges​: the fic you’d never write. normally i don’t write “everything was beautiful and nothing hurt” william fics, let alone fics where he’s a teeeeeen! so i did that, but i was also at the science march in d.c. this weekend and obvi i had to fic an au where scully was there so. . .also, all the signs mentioned herein were actually witnessed irl haha also, the title of scully’s academic paper is based in real science but to my knowledge doesn’t exist. . .yet.

“What about I was told there’d be pie — but it’s the symbol for pi?”

Scully sighed without looking up at him, though she did admittedly choke back a smile which she wasn’t about to reward him with.

“That is clever,” she said, tapping the capped end of a Sharpie against her temple, “But I was partial to your original idea.”

He chuckled, “At the start of every disaster movie there’s a scientist being ignored?”

She does smile then, peering at him overtop her reading glasses, which have slowly but surely become a permanent fixture atop her head over the last few years.

“Well, it’s true!” He bellows, playfully slapping his hand down atop the dining room table, “The Core, Dante’s Peak, The Day After Tomorrow, Twister —  that one we saw in theaters where they did an autopsy on Gwyneth Paltrow — ?”

“Contagion,” she said, uncapping a marker with her teeth, “Which was impressively accurate, by the way. Not just the autopsy scene but later, the visual showing the way in which new viruses are formed by the recombination of DNA or RNA from different species of animal hosts?”  

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said, watching her squint intently down at her poster board, outlining the letters with a pathologist’s steady hand. He reached for a Sharpie, his finger grazing the back of her hand as he did. “So,” he said, flicking the cap off with his thumb, “Are you nervous?”

Her hand froze and she visibly stiffened. He immediately regretted bringing it up but as was his wont, he couldn’t help himself. 

“Yes,” she said after an agonizingly long moment of silence.“I still don’t understand why they asked me to speak,” she muttered, refusing to look up at him.

Mulder scoffed, “Scully — you fucking cured Tay-Sachs.”

“No,” she snapped, pointing her Sharpie at him, “I did not cure it. Not yet.”

“Recombiant Adeno-Associated Virus PHP.B Serotype for Cross-Correctional Enzyme Transfer Across the Blood Brain Barrier in Lipid Storage Disorders,” he recited on a single breath, “Sounds like a cure to me.”

She gave him a warm smile, “You memorized the title of my paper?”

“What can I say, I’m your biggest fan,” he grinned. She blushed, which of course only made him grin harder.

“I wish you’d look over my speech. . .” she said softly, picking up her marker again and retracing a giant letter S.

“I told you, Scully, they don’t want a speech from Fox Mulder: former FBI agent and profiler turned New York Times best-selling, National Book Award-winning author,” he said, though not unkindly, “They want a speech from former FBI agent, medical doctor, professor, surgeon, American Medical Association award-winning, guest-lecture giving, honorary degree-having, enigmatic, Dr. Dana Katherine Scully. Who also happens to be my best friend, the love of my life, and the mother of my child,” he said, “And a damn fine shot, too.”

“Oh, Mulder. . .” she tutted, shaking her head. As if on cue, they heard booming footfalls on the stairs and a second later Will skidded into the room, brandishing a poster board.

At 16, he was just about Mulder’s height and just as lanky and would probably be taller than him by the end of the summer; if his propensity for eating a week’s worth of groceries in a weekend was any indication of his basic metabolic rate and robust genetic profile.

Will cleared his throat, feigning seriousness, but his eyes sparkled with his father’s particular brand of indolence, “Brace yourselves for the unremitting sheen of my brilliance.”

Scully snorted. Mulder and Will threw her identical, indignant looks.

“I’m sorry,” she said, putting her hands up in surrender, “You are your father’s son, Will. No doubt about it.”

Mulder nudged her foot with his under the table, “Was there ever really any doubt, Scully?”

She gave him a long look, which did not get passed Will. Not much did. 

“I detect a rather abrupt change in atmosphere,” Will said, licking his finger and holding it in the air as if to sense a gust of wind.

“Son,” Mulder said gravely, not taking his eyes off Scully, “There’s something we have to tell you.”

Scully frowned, but before she could speak she saw the faintest glimmer in Mulder’s eye and relaxed a bit.

“What?” Will said, slumping down in the chair closest to his father, letting his sign drop to the floor.

“William. . .Uncle Walter . . .is your real dad,” Mulder said, his mouth twitching around a grin.

“That explains why I find you and Mom so ridiculous,” Will said, rolling his eyes in with such form that it rivaled even his mother’s practiced art.

“No, that’s just ‘cuz you’re an angsty teen,” Mulder said, ruffling his son’s hair. Will blushed at the childishness of the gesture — more so because, even as a young man, he still craved his father’s approval and affection and was relieved to be in receipt of it.

“Let’s see your sign, Will,” Scully said, capping a nearby Sharpie that was teetering precariously over the edge of the dining room table.

Will reached for the posterboard, brandishing it high above his head. With a flourish, he turned it so they could read its words as he proclaimed them.

“SCIENTISTS ARE PRO-TESTING!” He bellowed, and while he expected his father to laugh heartily and give him a high-five, neither of them expected that his mother would laugh. Certainly no so hard.

After a minute or two went by, Will and Mulder both eyed Scully with a kind of nervous fascination, wondering if perhaps they would have to sedate her.

“Have you. . .have you ever seen her like this?” Will said, his voice low.

Mulder didn’t take his eyes off Scully, who had lowered her head onto the table, collapsed like a pop-tent. Her shoulders still shaking and her muffled giggles getting lost against the polished cherrywood.

“Once,” he said slowly, “But she was drugged.”

This only made Scully laugh harder. When she finally lifted her head, her face was a hot shade of blush-pink and sallow with tear stains.

“I appreciate the encouragement, Mom,” Will said, “But there’s no need to stroke my ego that much. It’s a good sign but it’s not that good.”

Scully reached up to wipe her eyes on the sleeve of her faded Quantico sweatshirt — which was older than Will by about a decade. She sighed deeply, then looked at them both through damp eyes and with a warm, almost cherubic smile.

“No, no, it is a good sign, Will. It’s just. . .” she sighed again, then drew in a long, sobering breath, “After all your father and I have been through, all that we’ve seen, the things that we’ve fought for. . .” she looked at Mulder, then. “The FBI sent me to your father because of my faith in science. They believed that science and reason would take him down. It didn’t, though. If anything it became an asset to his cause, and somewhere along the line I became — and so did the science I brought with me — the enemy.”

She lowered her eyes to her own sign, which suddenly seemed incapable of capturing everything she wanted — and needed — to say.

“The science helped sometimes,” Mulder said softly, “But you were the real strength, Scully.”

She smiled up at him as he reached across the table to squeeze her hand, “I guess I just find it preposterous that we have to protest this at all,” she said, shrugging slightly, “That the persecution we faced as a result of our pursuit of the truth has somehow become so much bigger than just us, than the X-files.”

“This whole political milieu is a freakin’ X-file,” Will grumbled.

“Nice 10-point vocab word there, dude.” Mulder said, clapping his son on the back.

“What can I say — my dad writes books.” Will shrugged.

Mulder beamed at Scully, who had rested her chin on her hand.

“Mulder,” she said, her voice hoarse from her laughing jag, “You never told me Skinner was a writer.”

“There must be almost 50,000 people out there,” Scully breathed, her nails digging into the skin of Mulder’s left hand. They could hear the roar of the crowd from beyond the stage — or possibly the rain, which was coming down in sheets. Of course, given that it was a crowd of scientists, they were prepared with slickers and umbrellas, upon which many had inscribed: “Science predicted rain today.”

“You’re gonna be great,” he said, kissing the side of her head which was damp with sweat or rain water or both.

“At least you’re not after Bill Nye,” Will offered, “No one wants to follow him.”

Scully groaned and pressed herself into Mulder’s chest.

“That’s true,” Mulder said, rubbing her back, “Plus, if you screw it all up, no one will remember because they’ll just remember Bill Nye and the fact that Thomas Dolby is gonna sing She Blinded Me With Science.”

“Wait, what song is this?” Will said, digging his phone out of his pocket presumably to YouTube it.

“It’s about your mother,” Mulder said, “Especially the lyric: she’s tidied up and I can’t find anything.”

“Mulder, I want a divorce,” Scully said from somewhere under Mulder’s chin.

“We’re not married, Scully.”

She pulled her head back from his coat and looked up at him, “Fox William Mulder, will you marry me?”

“Sure,” he grinned, running his thumb along her chin.

“Ok,” she said, pressing herself back into his chest again. Then, “Mulder—?”

“Yeah, Scully?”

“I want a divorce.”

The gray sky opened up over the undulating crowd.  If anyone looked up, they’d drown.  

“She looks — ” Will said, standing next to his father backstage, watching his mother at the podium.

“Brilliant? Amazing? Powerful? Divine?” Mulder finished.

Will snorted, “I was gonna say scared shitless.”

Though her voice was steady and clear, from his vantage point Mulder could see what the audience could not: how Scully was anxiously lifting and lowering her stockinged foot from her sleek high heel, running the front of her toes along the back of her calf.

God, he was proud of her. God, he loved her.

“. . .to shed light on what has typically been sequestered away to labs and libraries and lecture halls. To put on full display the humanity that has for centuries stoked the fire of scientific inquiry, refined it, rejoiced in its revelations and more often, endured the frustrations of its arcanum.”

She looked up from her notes, then, and not out at the audience — but to her right, to him and to their son. The next words she spoke, he understood, she had not written for the masses, or for history — but for them.

“The truth exists whether we believe it or not. It endures even the most violent scrutiny and ruthless persecution. As we persist in seeking it, may we find solace in knowing that there is no person, no institution, no government, with jurisdiction over it. It can be suppressed, hidden, censored, altered or misappropriated, refuted and denied,” she paused, looking back to her audience who waited on baited breath, “What those who try to manipulate it beyond recognition, who try to eradicate it and replace it with calculated imitations, fail to recognize is that when all of those measures fail – and they will fail — what remains is the purest specimen of truth.”

She looks back at Mulder, then. At their son. And she smiles, “And it is those of us who want to believe such a truth can be revealed to us who will one day find it, and bring it into the light.”

[athleisure-aesthetic]

Ugh I did the thing again where I was busy all week and forgot to post on here. So here’s a lightning fast recap of my workouts from the past week, if you care at all. I actually think I worked out (ish, except Friday kinda) every day which is a first in a while. Bless.

Tues Mar 21 Abs and shopping. I went home after work to get my car so that I could drive to trainings the next two days, but went out to Target as soon as I got home, cause duh. Stupid idea to try on like real clothes tho, my self-conscious ass was like ohhhhh no way you need to tighten up those saddle bags and that back fat before you get any of this. So. I got a crop sweatshirt and athletic leggings, felt bad about myself but hadn’t had dinner, so I went to Wawa. Woof.

3x each 15 reps straight leg raises 15 reps roll ups leaning camel x 45s bird dogs x 45s 60 reps heal touches plank 35s, 40s, 45s 10 reps assisted push up 40 reps russian twists 8# alternating superman 1 min 15 reps single leg pulses

Wed Mar 22 Run on the trail after this horrific training class in which I was literally the only student for an all day session. And I had to go back the next day 😩 went to Marshall’s before my run to see if I could find any cold weather gear bc I only had my sweatshirt, gloves, wool earwarmers, and thin leggings. Didn’t find any of that, but got those AMAZING NEON PINK LEGGINGS IN THAT ONE PICTURE and some other ones too. You know me, can’t stay away from that athleisure ish.

It was hella freezing and took me so long to warm up once I started on the trail. Fortunately it was so picturesque and my music was bangin so. I survived.

2.78 mi 9'55" min / mi

Thurs Mar 23 6 x 200m sprints on the trail. Bless up, convinced my instructor to finish early bc tbh he was not really all that helpful once I started following the book that was included, so I went to the mall and got some more athleisure (deh), cheap sunglasses, athletic ear warmers for $.50 each, a VERY cute lightweight rain jacket, and (!!!!!) these black leather slip-on sneakers I’ve been looking for for like 6 months. I just caved and got the name brand ones but stILl omg I’m so excited about them I finally found them.

Started the sprints in the cotton leggins I was wearing, then after like maybe 9 or 10 strides I was like oh FUCk no they suddenly lost all their elasticity and I was having to pull them up for my life. So after completely embarrassing myself hoisting those mothereffers up for my first sprint, I jumped in the car and changed into spandex pants, then zoomed back to the trail start and actually did my workout. Good thing my house is only 8 minutes away from that part of the trail.

I think I may have mis-read what my Nike app was telling me to do, but I’m pretty sure it said to do 6 x 200m sprints with 4:45 min in between. So that’s essentially what I did, I sprinted for the 200m and ran / jogged in between. Although the app only recorded the distance for the sprints, I wanna say I did a little more than the day before, since I went further on the trail. I hate that you can’t go back and check what it told you to do; you only see how you actually ran according to the app. Lame af. Though I was proud, I increased my sprint speed at almost every length except the 3rd.

0.77mi 6'59" min / mi (lol can’t believe I actually ran a mile faster than that at one point in my life holy shit)

Fri Mar 24 No real workout here, since I had to leave work early to take the train back to le Nova for Palooza. I scarfed down a Snap pizza (the classic spot) right before the show, and somehow stayed away from the dangers of late night college food. Though I did get all my steps in my showing one of our friends’ home friend around campus, and apparently that little tour counted for a nice brisk walk. Obvi the Snovas killed it, as a great opener for what my friends and I dubbed AcaWeekend. Saturday they’d be competing at ICCA regional semifinals #pitchperfect for the first time ever, which was so exciting. Palooza the day before was just their warmup, but fortunately we got to see two new songs from them. It kinda sucked for them though bc they went first out of the seven groups and the sound guys always need a few groups to warm up before they actually refine the balance, and they just sounded muddled. Womp. Oh well. Everyone knows they’re/we’re the best anyway. Proud alum.

Sat Mar 25 Run in the morning before the day’s festivities. This was a quick workout before most of the humans who stayed in my apartment became humans, a brief mile ish to the waterfront and back. I realized I’d been wearing a blueish shirt and black leggings in literally all of my pics lately so I spiced it up with these fun stripey ones. Lol.

We adventured to brunch, where I had a yummy spinach and goat cheese salad with fig dressing, and wandered around the city for the afternoon before we had to head to semis. I splurged on Hunger Burger at RTM because I told myself that this was my indulgence for the weekend, and I wasn’t going to be drinking anymore for the next few months (it’s not like I do it that often anyway, I just want to try it to see how it helps my training/weight loss, if at all), so I got a specialty thin mint shake. Woops. Honestly, it was so worth it though, and I didn’t even end up eating most of the fries anyway, so it wasn’t the worst I could’ve done.

At semis, there were literally so many good groups and we were all like oh shit how are they going to stack up?? But Snovas SLAYED even better than they did last time and ENDED UP IN THIRD PLACE WHICH IS THE CRAZIEST BEST HONOR WE’VE EVER GOTTEN AND IT’S JUST SO COOL!!!!! A cappella is the shit, guys, I swear. I’m so proud of those kiddos, and they get to submit a wildcard video for a chance at Finals in NYC which is like legitimately insane. They’re somewhere in the top 18-27 groups in the country right now, and coming from a school where we legit don’t have music majors and a joke of a music activities staff / support, this coulD NOT be cooler. They murdered it. And so did all the other groups at semis, like damn. We weren’t even sure anything was gonna happen for them, but they clearly did some things right. Ugh so obvi we celebrated when we got back to Philly, going to a few bars and ending up at Frankford, where we got some amazing soft pretzels and other snacks. Best day ever.

1.26 mi 9'21" min / mi

1.32 mi 10'03" min / mi

Sun Mar 26 Long ish run and relaxing. Got up and was worried about the weather forecast for Monday because I was supposed to be doing my long run for next week then, and it was going to be torrentially downpouring all day, so I was hoping to switch my days because the weather was decent enough that I could’ve done it on Sunday. But then I updated my app and A, it changed my schedule for this week anyway, and B, I remember I could’ve moved it anyway if I wanted to. So instead I went and did that 5K Sunday challenge thing that it introduced. And I ran back from there, so it actually was closer to the 5 miles I had wanted to do anyway. So ya.

I felt a little subconscious in these leggings because, though they are a spectacularly bright and amazing color, they also show my cellulite on the back of my legs… but I thought, fuck it, people will see me, and if they give me a look, I’ll just push harder and show them that cellulite means nothing if you’re fast and capable and strong. So. I used it to empower me, I guess.

Spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching ICCA videos, still hyped up on the Snovas victory. Legit it’s still coming to me in waves, it’s actually incredible.

3.11 mi 9'41" min / mi

1.53 mi 9'44" min /mi

Mon Mar 27 Full body circuit and a benchmark run. Work is starting to bore me so much lol on Monday I think I may have done approximately 2 work related things all day, otherwise I was just distracted. I decided to do a NTC workout and then my benchmark, so I chose Body Flexor 2.0, which worked a lot of different areas and was pretty fun. Then I ran on the treadmill for my benchmark for the first time, which was weird knowing my exact speed at certain times and being able to force myself to a certain pace. If I have to do it that way again, next time I’ll just cover the numbers and just focus on how it feels to push hard. The picture up there is me literally dying because of how sweaty I was. Plus fun leggings from Marshall’s.

1.54 mi 9'49" min / mi

Tues Mar 28 Abs / some arms, plus 20 minutes on the elliptical. I was an idiot today, and not only forgot a hair tie after my shower, but I left my phone at home, which I realized too late in the elevator on the way to work. Nice. So I had to go without both all day, though Kelly let me borrow a hair tie so I could work out thank GoD cause I was looking at using a legit rubber band, which would’ve been awful. The moves I chose for abs today ended up also working my arms a lot, which was nice to combo them. Because I didn’t have my phone, I just kind of had to make up my elliptical workout, which was meh but whatever. Next time I’ll be prepared. That’s definitely not my favorite type of cardio anyway.

Tonight I made these AMAZING baked zucchini fries, I probably could’ve eaten like 90 million in one sitting they were so crunchy and good. My sweet potato fries didn’t turn out so good (I actually burned the shit out of them, but I’m going to attempt to eat them tomorrow for lunch anyway 🙃) but I’m happy I’m trying new things in the kitchen, even if it’s taking me like 3 hours each time lolol.

I’m down a few pounds from last week, though, which is kind of nice! A little affirmation after working hard every day.

3x each 15 reps dumbbell side bends alt. sides 8# 15 reps twisting core stabilizers alt. sides 8# 15 reps bow extensions alt. sides 8# 15 reps woodchops 8# 10 reps windmills 5# 40 reps russian twists 8# 30 s plank 7 reps full extension inch worms 15 reps in-&-outs

Wooooof I’m going to try to post more often now that I’m all caught up. Lol it may last for a day but you know. #Goals.

[spenceraugust]

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Based off of this post

1. Tell us about your current project(s) what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

I have three stories that I’m sort of kicking around at the moment (not including the one-shots planned for the Silk & Lace AU)!

A) Royal Engagement AU (reluctant friends to lovers)

Taako’s been courted by more men than he can count and his aunt is getting discouraged (she really thought Brian was going to be the one). And she starts setting him to court just like... anybody, whether or not she thinks they’ll be a good match, and enter Kravitz- he’s stiff, a stickler for the rules, overly formal, and just... boring. Kravitz thinks Taako is reckless, irresponsible, and selfish, but they end up seeing the good in each other over time. I wrote 12k of this AU, right when I decided when I wanted to write for TAZ, so the characterizations are pretty off. I do think I want to return to this story, because (as anyone who knows my ao3 knows) I’m a sucker for wedding AUs and I also love royal AUs too. 

B) Seven birds D.I.D. AU

This is something I started writing in another fandom, but I feel like I want to make it work for TAZ instead! Kravitz keeps running into Taako, and he notices that the man is different every time- they meet over time, Taako reveals that he has D.I.D. and that each of his alters is a different bird. I’d have to scrap all the prep work I’ve already done, so there’s not much else here- I just think that it would be cool! And I’ve done lots of research!

C) Camp Counselor AU

I think this one probably speaks for itself, but as a former counselor, I can confirm- your counselors were absolutely hooking up. And everyone knew about it. So, basically, Taako and Lup are sailing masters and life guards, Lucretia is the director of the camp (obvi), Davenport runs space based curriculum (did I mention this is a space camp??), Merle does art and nightwalks, Magnus is on maitenence, and Barry runs lab- just basic experiments with the kids. Kravitz is the newest counselor, and yes, before you ask, they’ve ALL got ridiculous camp names.

This is probably the next AU I start to work on! I’m pretty pumped for this one- idk if I’m just missing how it felt to be a counselor and the parties and all that but it was actually so fun, and I think it’d be cool to explore the space!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I LOVE writing Taako- specifically, I love to write the way he interacts with people around him? Taako is so fun for me, because I can be goofy or I can be serious, but I can still say fuck like eight times. My favourite people to write Taako with is Queen Lup and Kravitz, because I think those two characters are the easiest to play off of. :)

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

I usually am pretty okay with all three, because I’ve usually got the story kicking around for months before it makes it to ao3, but probably summaries!! Specifically for Silk & Lace, I was like... uh, how do I condense this into a sentence? Into two? Usually it’s not bad, and when I do a one-shot, I tend to just snatch a couple lines from the fic itself.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterizations?) Tell us about them.

Part of the Silk & Lace AU is the fic Magnolia, and I just... like, I think it came out great, and I like it a lot, and it needed to happen for a multitude of reasons, but I wish I hadn’t had to kill Julia off. I think that, if she had lived, she probably would have a) loved Angus, b) would have told Taako and Kravitz to get their shit together like WAY before Lup & Barry’s wedding, and probably would have sussed out the Grimm situation after the first night at the bar.

The only plot-line I’ve ever abandoned halfway through was in Symptoms, where I was originally intending to have part of Magnus’ recovery to fall in love again (with his therapist), but I’m REALLY GLAD I didn’t. I think the fact that he was able to acknowledge ‘this is not healthy for me, and I do not feel comfortable doing this after losing Julia’ is arguably more growth than ANYTHING I could have done with Irene.

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

Yes and no! I’ve reread Silk & Lace and it’s parts a couple of times, just to refresh myself on what I’ve set in place when I return to write again. In the grand scheme of things, though, I haven’t been writing in the TAZ fandom that long (six months?) and I don’t reread anything from my old fandoms that I’ve written. For several reasons, (as I will get into in the last question) I try to avoid my really old stuff, but I’m pretty comfy with most of the stuff on my ao3!

24. Would you say that your writing has changed over time?

Yes, yes, yes, YES! I started writing fanfic when I was TWELVE, and I’m TWENTY. Some of it is little changes- I have a larger vocabulary, I’m better at catching spelling errors, I know that a good story should have subplots that add to the overall universe the story takes place, etc. Whereas a lot of my old stuff, when I would write things that were plot based, I wouldn’t research the topics (I’ve mentioned it before, but I spent 20 hours just researching the lawsuit in Silk & Lace), and the effort was really the bare minimum. I put way more effort in now, and I’m definitely a lot happier with where my writing is at. I’m still guilty of info dumps, and I’m still trying to figure out how to make my descriptions feel natural, but it’s way better than where I started.

Sorry about the long post, thanks for reading! Stay happy, and stay safe! <3

[robertabobertson]

Obsessed

Oh no. Oh fuck. 

It’s happened. I’m officially completely in love with Andrew. Unconditionally, dreaming about him on and off throughout the day, thinking about our future together, thinking wayyyy too far into the future and things I wanna do with him. Like plan a trip to Italy? Thinking about how he would make an amazing stay at home dad? Considering living in Decatur with him until we’re old and weird? LOLZZZ what is wrong with me. Ugh. 

I can’t help it. I’m so in love with this guy that I’m just going to have to word vomit here or else I might accidentally yell at him while drunk how much I love him. While running yesterday, I created a conversation of me talking to his mom and explaining why I love him. Yikes. 

He tells me now, all of the time how much he loves him. And how lucky he is to have me. And how he wants all of the goo and love from me and to not hold back. Well, I’m not. I feel this desire to wrap him in love and kindness and sweetly hold him until he feels safe and happy. I want to protect him.. ? Why? Hmm... I think because this has been a rough year for him. And it’s getting kind of harder for him to deal with his emotions. And I see that. And he’s drowning. But if he has something.. someone to hold onto. Someone who is pure and good and hates evil, then he can survive. And he can hold onto her as the rest of the world sweeps away everyone else who doesn’t have someone. 

I’m not saying I’m his savior. Jesus no. But, I think right now, in this time of his life he might.. need me. Idk. Maybe I’m wrong here. But I kinda want him to need me. I can already tell a difference in him since this weekend. He wants my love and he is being sweet and calling me. And he is going to work early. And sleeping. And working out regularly. I’m so fucking happy. I want him to feel good and fulfilled. 

Anyways. It’s well understood by ME (god i sound crazy sometimes), that I love to fix people. Not to change them. But to uplift them and support them, IF I think they’re worthwhile investments. I believe Andrew is a worthwhile invetsment of my time. I don’t obviously mean money, no I mean in what he gives back to me. He’s changed me. Here’s how: 

1. I want to be a better, stronger, stable woman who owns her thoughts, her actions, her life, and her money. Someone who stands for something and has something to say. 

2. I am back into my music. My beautiful fucking music. I missed it so much 

3. He makes me want.. kids. Wtf. I want to start a family with him, and love them and travel with them and grow into some weird goofy family of love. 

4. I am back to being alpha-female. Paul made me soooo beta. But now, I feel strong. I feel loved by myself. I feel... in control of my destiny. Not strapped on to someone else’s

5. I feel my anxiety ebbing away. I can talk to Andrew about my emotions, and it’s something he also understands intimately. 

6. I feel my sexuality is back 

7. I am confident. I can talk to anyone. I am knowledgeable, I am intelligent, I am socially ept. I feel good about this

8. I want to avoid mind-numbing behavior. Binge eating, binge watching, anything that doesn’t make use of the brilliant brains we’ve been given. I want to continue exploring new topics, being an informed woman who gives back to the world. Andrew loves to explore topics deeply, something I really admire. 

9. I want to give back! I think I want to mentor someone or clean up the pathway between Whole Foods and TJs. Either way, I want to. 

10. I don’t know everything. The world can change, and my future with it. But I don’t need to know everything and where it’s going, and that’s ok. Andrew has shown me that it’s ok to not know. To even occasionally flip. So long as your honest and sincere in your intentions, you don’t have to be completely settled on 1 thing. Having an open mind to what else is out there is important to him. 

11. I want to be an honest, sincere, authentic form of myself. I don’t have to people please everyone. I want to smile when I want to, laugh when I want to, not feel the social pressure to prove to people I am on their side, especially when I’m not. Andrew is honest. Even to a fault of being too honest. But I love it. 

~Obvi some of this is directly influenced by andrew and traits he shows me he has (discipline, intelligence, healthy, fit, family-values etc.) but I feel like I am re-finding this version of myself that wants all of these things and it’s incredible. I am rediscovering who I want to be and it’s entirely my decision and who i know I am. Wow. I’m am just realizing what a gift that is. I want to be me. And Andrew supports that. 

Obviously, Andrew has some flaws that scare me. He can flake out, be selfish, doesn’t always prioritize me, forgetful, lacks certain ambitions, slightly fragile, self-conscious, friends who might be bad for his lifestyle, and he might be hotter than me meaning he could leave me for a more attractive mate. 

But all that aside, I see a lot of potential in him. And I love him. And I want to be the woman that supports him in this part of his life. 

Last few thoughts: I still have some questions for him. 

Why does he love me? 

What does he want in a relationship? (I’m looking for a partner to go through all the crazy life shiz with, good bad ugly, blah blah you know my shpeal) 

What does he see for his future? (marriage? kids? job?) 

Would he move for me? 

Are we officially dating? (lols i hate this Q)

And finally, I want to let him know I am going to take risks in communicating with him. Things I sometimes hold back. I want to try and speak to them, even though they scare me. Like the fact that I don’t want him to flake on me anymore. That I want him to meet my parents. That I wanna date him. That I might hold resentments about the adderall. 

Communication is key to every relationship. ALL. Parents, friends, siblings, loved ones. Misinterpretation is bad news. I want to work on this. 

[talkingismylifewrites]

Um, hi. Can I ask for the safe sane and consensual post-hotspace ot4 stuff with a TON of aftercare for rog🥺🥺🥺 Also Rog an the nuggets bonding? Pretty please?

You can!! Sorry for the delay life is…distracting

okay so safe sane and consensual post-hotspace ot4

basically they all go to therapy, decide to scrap their old safewords in favor of the stoplight system, and IMPLEMENT THEM

which means that they have really long, sometimes awkward, sometimes emotional talks with roger

where they’re like look

this is a two way street and you need to trust us to take care of you and to stop when you need us to

but we also need to be able to trust that YOU will stop us if we go to far

like we can’t do this if we can’t trust that you won’t stop us from hurting you

it takes a bit

but they make it work

so for like, four months??? its only really vanilla sex

soft and missionary and checking in and like, body worship and sweet nothings and really really nice 

then slowly, as they get more comfortable, they start to like, amp it up?? 

get a little dirtier, a little harder, etc

but the big difference is that the three will call yellow or red when they thinks they’re going too far, or that roger isn’t gonna call but needs it

he’s checking in

at first, roger is really annoyed over it and is like wtf i was handling it stop

but then he realizes like maybe he wasn’t?? 

and also, like, its so nice that they CARE like john’s not stopping out of punishment, but because he’s worried about roger and he LOVES and RESPECTS him 

and then it gets easier to call yellow when he feels overwhelmed or red when he’s been tied up and it accidentally shifts and is hurting his hands

but yeah so the smut

the boys are on tour right? 

and they manage to get ronnie and john’s moms to come watch the kids so ronnie and dom can fly out to see them where the fuck ever

let’s say…new york

so they’re in new york

and they’re all in the hotel post concert and obvi the boys are randy

like nothing gets their blood pumping like a concert

and john just looks delicious in those little monochrome hot space outfits y’all know when i’m talking about here’s looking at YOU blue ensemble of my dreams

and roger, well roger is just sweaty and glowing and blonde and beautiful

and dom and ronnie, they’re merely mortals

they have needs

so

picture ronnie and dom slowly stripping roger’s clothes off him like ronnie straight up pulls his zipper down with her teeth while dom is pressing sucking kisses to each bit of skin exposed by his buttons

meanwhile john is pressed up behind him whispering about all the dirty things they’re gonna do to him and how he’s such a good boy he can’t wait to see how good he’s gonna be for them

and once roger is naked

they throw him on the bed and all climb on top

and ronnie is just kissing him like licking into his mouth like she wants to swallow his tongue

dom is alternating between pulling on his hair (they both have a thing for that) and pinching his nipples

and john is slowly but surely pressing one finger into him, then two

and the whole time they check in like pulling away being like, color?

and roger, who’s DYING to come is like green, green, so green, please

it culminates with ronnie climbing onto his face to ride

“tap my leg three times if you need me to stop,” she pants, hovering over his mouth

roger, who’s desperate to taste her, doesn’t say anything, just keeps trying to stretch up to get his mouth on her

“roger,” dom says, “listen to ronnie.” 

“three times to stop,” he repeats, still straining to get to her. “please, ron, please, let me–”

“good boy,” ronnie purrs before lowering herself down with a gasp as he immediately sticks his tongue in her

meanwhile, still fingering him open, john adds more lube before teasing for a second

“color, rog?” he asks, pausing until roger twists enough to breathe out “green”

pretty soon the only sounds are gasps and pants as ronnie rides roger’s face, john’s fucking deep into roger with three fingers, pressing hard against his prostate, and dom takes her time licking at ronnie’s tits and pinching roger’s nipples

roger comes with a wail and a cry, moaning out green when john continues to fuck him through it

ronnie comes next, listing to the side only to be replaced by dom who repeats the same instructions to tap out if it gets to be too much

just as dom sits down, john lines up and thrusts in

they take him apart, put him back together, milk another orgasm from him before they themselves come apart

and when they’re done they curl up next to him in bed, stroking his hair and petting at his sweaty chest, telling him how good he is, how sweet and wonderful and how he made them feel so fucking amazing

john cleans him up with a warm wash cloth 

and dom curls him up so his head is resting on her belly, running her fingers through his hair while ronnie curls up against his back

when john comes back he takes dom’s other side, reaching across her to tangle their fingers

when their sweat cools and their hearts are no longer racing

they lead him into the bathtub which unfortunately is only big enough for two

so john and roger (who lets face it are the grossest because of the post-concert seat) are in the tub with a bubble bath while dom and ronnie sit on the edge of the tub in dressing gowns just washing roger and john, taking turns running their wash cloths down their backs, arms, legs, etc

(”next time,” john promises, “we’re gonna pick out a hotel with a goddamn swimming pool for a tub”)

(”why not just use the swimming pool?” dom asks)

(“i’d rather not get arrested for public indecency,” roger sighs)

(“that’s only if we get caught,” ronnie counters. its laughable that she thinks they could be secretive, honestly, it’s a miracle no one’s caught them yet. ronnie and roger…really are not good at keeping their hands off each other.) 

when they’re done in the tub, they all dry off (gratuitous touching) and pile back into bed, falling asleep to late night tv and all curled around each other like kittens

its nice :) 

now for roger bonding with the sprogs:

roger is like, the dad who constantly takes the kids on adventures

it’ll be like a random tuesday and roger will show up at the kids school and be like SO SORRY i just COMPLETELY forgot that ALL SIX KIDS have dentist appointments

gotta get ‘em out of class and take them its SO IMPORTANT to have good dental health

and just collects them all in the wagon car 

“where are we going, papa?” robbie asks watching as they definitely miss the exit for the dentist

“i feel like seeing some fish, what do you guys think?” he asks as he drives them straight to the aquarium

obviously all the kids (minus baby #7 who is an infant) love this idea

it has roger just running around with six little monsters and one strapped to his chest like the worlds greatest snack 

like roger is that dad who makes up stories and names for all the fish

like “see that one?? the big on with the purple gills? that’s theodore and he’s actually a dog that’s been turned into a fish. no really! i read it in the newspaper, he’s the world’s first dog fish. he knows how to play fetch, but only with hambones” 

or

“kids, you won’t BELIEVE it but i heard they have a real life mermaid here. no i swear!! do you think we can find her???” 

when they get to the penguin exhibit you just know roger is pretending to waddle like a penguin while he chases after them

and the kids are just GAGGING for it like they have so much fun with him

and since he had to do a stint in marine biology for like, a semester, he knows a bit about fish like not a lot??? but enough to seem like he’s a genius

so he takes the kids around and in between made up stories and jokes he teaches them about the tides and the ecosystem and he bribes them into learning about the different seas by promising an ice cream to whoever can name them all

(obviously they all get ice cream even little sprog #7 who can’t speak but “it really sounded like he knew what he was saying, right guys?? i could have SWORN he said ‘indian ocean’, vera, don’t you think?’) 

he buys them all too many souviners including those stupidly awesome little jelly tubes with plastic fish in them that are IMPOSSIBLE to hold onto so they keep splatting onto the floor but roger doesn’t care

and he gets them little plush seahorses and seals and jackie doesn’t even have her ears pierced but he buys her dolphin earrings and promises he’ll talk to dad and mum and marmie about her getting her ears pierced soon so that she can wear them someday

by the time they’re all tuckered out he piles them into the car and blasts old cassettes from like elvis and the supremes and led zepplin and they all sing alone at the top of their lungs until slowly one by one they all fall asleep

when they get home, he single handled takes turns carrying them into the house, even though robbie wakes up halfway through and complains that he’s “seven, papa, he can walk himself in!” 

and roger is just like i know you can but it’s not gonna be much longer that i can carry you so just relax, my dude

meanwhile, ronnie and dom and john are just watching it all with their hands pressed to their hearts and they can’t even be mad that he yanked em out of class

and the next morning??? when all the kids come downstairs wearing matching tshirts that say “guppy #1-7″ they’re D Y I N G from cuteness overload

(they have to coach the kids on saying that they went to the dentist, not the aquarium but its worth it)

the next month, when roger shows up because “terribly sorry, they all have to go to the ear doctor” and takes them to the zoo instead

john makes sure roger brings his camera with him so that he can take pictures of them getting their faces painted to look like zebras or tigers or parrots

basically roger is the best like the monthly little adventures are FABULOUS

he definitely takes them out of school so they can go see santa

or get ice cream

or get on a plane to disneyland

or just to come home and spend time with them

because at the end of the day he knows that he and john have limited time with them when they’re kids because of the whole touring thing so he tries to get as much time in with them as possible and well

if that means they miss a day or two of school each month

its worth it

sorry for the delay!! hope it was well worth the wait :)