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[rosetheocto]

a lot of my mutuals are Inanimate Insanity fans and I don’t really know what the hell is happening in that show rn, but II Fandom i am sorry for your loss </3

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

That's My Man

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Spencer gets a haircut and you have a most pleasant reaction to it.

Square Filled: holidays (2023) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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It’s been an entire month since you’ve seen your boyfriend but he’s back now. He spent Christmas and New Years with his mother back in Las Vegas while you stayed with your family in Virginia. You two are still so new that you haven’t had the chance to meet his family, and you weren't going to let your first meeting be the holidays.

If and when you’re going to do it, you want to do it right.

While the holidays might be over, the snow is still coming down in waves, making this a white winter. Snow is probably your favorite kind of weather because you get to create angels and snowmen and forts and anything else you want. You want to do that and go ice skating with Spencer tomorrow when the sun is out but for right now, you’re going to have a movie marathon.

He’s staying over for the entire weekend and you can’t be more excited than you are right now.

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice comes from the front hallway. The door opens to face a solid wall fifteen feet from the door. To the left is the kitchen and to the right is the living room. “I’m here!”

You gave him a key pretty early on because you already knew he was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. It’s one of those things where you just know. You love him so much and you don’t want to waste any time with him.

“In here!” you call from the right. Spencer shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on the hook in front of him before closing and locking the door. He walks into the living room and you turn to greet him when a confused frown sits on your face. “Why are you wearing a beanie?”

Spencer hates hats. He doesn’t like the feel of them or how he looks in them. Why is he wearing a beanie? He hasn’t all winter.

“I don’t know. I liked how it looked on me.”

“Mmhmm.” You get up and walk over to him. “Now what’s the real reason?” He looks shy as if he’s embarrassed to tell you. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Just… don’t laugh, okay?”

“Okay.”

He takes off his beanie and your jaw practically drops to the floor. He messes with his hair to make it look good but you’re fixed on that the fact that he got a haircut. He doesn't have long curly hair anymore. It’s short and slightly spiked. There are longer pieces in the front but he’s cut it all off.

God fucking damn. He looks so goddamn fine.

“Please say something,” he sighs, unable to take the silence anymore.

“Oh, my God.” He lowers his head knowing you must hate it. “Look at my man!” He snaps his head up as a slight blush creeps up his neck. “Damn, you look so good! Is that Spencer Reid? My gorgeous man?”

“Okay, stop,” he smiles, blushing profusely. You jump into his arms and kiss his face all over, and he tips his head back and laughs. “Okay, okay, okay!”

You pull away with a loving smile and keep your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you,” he smiles.

Choosing you has got to be the best thing he could have ever done for himself.

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[4sturns]

BREAK THE INTERNET

camboy!chris s. x fem!viewer!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: being chris' top tipper and most loyal viewer, you're gifted with a private one on one cyber call with your favorite camboy.

warnings: cyber sex, sub!chris (reader tells him what to do), whining and whimpering, use of vibrator, praise kink (4sturns knows what praise is ????? woah ...), orgasm denial, use of petnames (mamas, baby, etc.), not proofread!

wc: 1.822

a/n: sat there thinking about how kinky i am compared to others in the fandom and suddenly had the great idea of writing for camboy!chris because god he'd be such a pretty camboy .. thank you for 500 followers too this is for you guys ❤️‍🩹 also brace yourselves because this is probably the longest fic i have ever written in all my years of writing

you're sat at your desk, your laptop propped up at an angle which conceals your face, but shows off your breasts which are clad in a red lacy bra.

there's music playing lowly on a speaker somewhere on the other side of the room, something you put on to calm down your nerves.

you bounce your leg, waiting anxiously as you wait for chris' call notification to pop up on your screen.

you've been a viewer of chris' for a while. he was the first camboy you'd ever encountered and he was certainly your favorite. something about him and how he always gives in to his tippers made you cash in on his streams. he was just so good, so obedient, and so pretty.

unbeknownst to you, you had somehow became his top tipper in the span of a couple months. what you expected to be a cumulative amount of fifty dollars, maybe sixty, turned out to be close to ten times the price you assumed you had tipped him.

even with the initial shock, you still couldn't blame yourself for giving him so much money. he was just so good for you, giving you exactly what you wanted and asked of him every single time.

a sudden and loud tone rings from your laptop speakers making you jump from the unexpected noise. the screen flashes with chris' name and his provocative profile picture, your heart rate picking up at the sight. a shaky hand reaches up to the track pad to accept the call, not before a nervous breath leaves your body.

the call zooms in to show you a full view of chris' camera. his face is out of view, similar to you, but he's sporting a white tank top and plaid pajama pants in comparison to your red bra and black silk shorts.

through your little square screen in the corner, you can visibly see your chest heaving. your mouth feels dry, heart pounding uncontrollably. normally you'd feel fine, but that was when it was chris talking to his entire audience, not just you individually.

"hey mamas," chris greets you, he sounds just as breathless as you. "god, you look so good in that set."

you crack a faint smile although he can't see it. a hand goes up to play with the necklace around your neck, relieving some tension as you work up a response.

"not too bad yourself, chris." you can see him shift around, a muffled moan piercing through your speakers gains your attention.

"already worked up? is it because of my boobs on your screen or because you like my voice a little too much, baby?" you're almost shocked at your own words, you were just shaking a moment ago and now you're taunting the very guy you'd get off to almost nightly for the past three months.

"fuck, if you don't stop teasing me i might just cum in my pants." chris moves his camera back to reveal his face. you're stunned for a second, taking in his beauty. it's not the first time you've seen his face, but you swear he gets prettier every day.

based on chris' chuckle, you're sure he saw the way your chest spiked up with the silent gasp you let out when he showed his face.

"tell me what to do, mamas. you're in control of me tonight." his words are spoken quietly, but god do they do a number on you.

"can you— can you touch yourself, for me?" you stutter slightly. you're so used to giving him commands through his chat that giving him a verbal command one on one makes you lightheaded.

without a word, chris' hand inches towards the bulge in his pants. he starts palming himself through his pants as small whimpers leave his mouth. you're sitting back in your chair, your face from the nose down is now visible on the screen. your eyes are fixed to the screen as your entire body starts to heat up.

"can i take off my shirt? please, ma." he's still palming himself, but he stares right into the camera. you can't bring yourself to speak, so you nod your head, praying he gets the memo despite how little of your face is actually showing.

thankfully he does, his free hand gripping the bottom of his top before swiftly removing the garment. his soft, long hair bounces back into place, covering part of his eyes in a way that makes him look like an angel. a sinful angel.

suddenly, chris stops palming himself, his hand going to dip past the waistband of his pants. he quickly whips out his dick before hissing at the cold air which hits his tip.

you're in awe, no matter how many times you've seen his dick before, it'll never quite compare to how good it looks in this moment. but once the feeling subsides, you quickly remember something.

"i never told you you could take your dick out of your pants, did i?" you're now leaning forward, as if challenging chris through the screen. there's no battle however, as panic quickly flashes through chris' features.

his mouth springs open as floods of apologies and excuses leave his mouth, although you're not quite picking up what he's saying. your eyes are piercing your laptop screen as you notice his tip leaking a clear liquid. you watch as his entire cock twitches when you let out a low chuckle.

"i'm sorry, please, i'm a good boy! i swear i'm a good boy." chris pleads with you, causing a wave of heat to overtake your body. you say nothing as he continues to ramble. but you know you can't keep him waiting, you'd be torturing yourself more than him.

"show me how good you are and stroke yourself for me, hmm?" chris complies almost instantly, his head nodding frantically as he wraps a hand around his hard cock. whimpers and high pitched whines fill up your speakers as you instruct him to stroke himself faster. but just that isn't enough for you.

"can you do something for me, baby?" chris' eyes open, an eager smile crosses his face as he momentarily pauses his movements.

"anything for you, mamas." his hair flops around as he nods his head.

"grab that little black vibrator, the one you know i like." you remember the first time you stumbled onto chris' live broadcast. you remember how tightly he was gripping the base of his cock as he held a vibrator right under his angry, red tip. you remember how loud his whimpers were, how much he was begging for release. the image of his cum painting his stomach white as the buzzing continues in the back is something that will never fail to make you moan.

chris comes back into frame holding the toy, a devious smile makes it way onto your face. it's caught on your camera and you can tell chris knows your intentions aren't pure from the way he visibly gulps. regardless, he sits back down infront of his screen before positioning himself to face you again.

"use it on yourself, the same way you always do." the words leave your mouth sounding more like a command than you'd like, although it really is a command.

chris takes your words seriously as he quickly fumbled with the buttons on the little toy to turn it on. a breathy moan leaves his mouth as he finally lowers it down to circle around his tip. the sight is breathtaking. chris' head tipped back as his hand grips at the base of his cock so tightly you're surprised it's not turning a shade of purple. the vibrator soon finds home right under his tip, buzzing away at his sweet spot.

you bite your bottom lip to conceal your moans, a hand sneakily sliding into your silk bottoms as you feel your soaked folds. your fingers move quickly to collect your arousal before dipping into your throbbing cunt. a whine escapes your lips right as chris lets out a rather loud groan.

you know he's close, but you can't let him go yet. not before you do.

"you're such a good boy for me, so good." you lean back in your chair, propping a leg up on the table to get a better angle, maximizing your own pleasure.

chris' eyes flicker open to take a quick peak at his laptop screen. he nearly cums at the sight. your face is now fully in frame, except it's twisted in pleasure. your fingers moved fast, plunging in and out of your soaked cunt as strings of profanity leave your puffy lips. he thought your voice was pretty, but he never expected the voice to belong to a goddess like you.

"fuck, ma. i'm so close," your eyes open to watch chris' face as he turns the intensity of the vibrator up a level. his eyes are shut tight, but you can still see the tears pricking at his eyes as the pleasure builds up.

"hold it for me, baby. be my good boy and wait for me." an anguished cry leaves chris' throat, though he obeys you and holds himself back from his release.

on your end, you're working hard to reach your own release. you've long discarded your bottoms, having thrown them to the floor somewhere behind you. one hand works diligently to draw circles on your clit, while the other drills into your pussy relentlessly.

"i can't, please i need to come so badly. i've been a good boy, right? please, mamas. i need it." chris is in tears by now, the muscles in his stomach flexing with how much force he has put in so far to control himself for you.

you can feel yourself approaching your own climax, strained moans are pulled from your body as you find the energy in you to speak.

"go ahead, baby. paint your stomach white for me like the good boy you are." through your laptop speakers, you can hear chris' loud pants and whimpers as his orgasm washes over him, a cry of your name leaving his lips in such an erotic moan that you're sent over the edge.

your legs tremble and shake as you let your orgasm rip through your body. your body feels like it's on fire, little surges of electricity rage through your body even after the buzz of your orgasm fades.

you peer over at your laptop screen to see chris has discarded the vibrator, though his hand is still working to give his dick a few final strokes before going limp. his stomach is coated in thick ropes of cum, his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

"did i do good for you, mamas?" chris asks, his voice barely above a whisper, clearly spent from all his whining.

"you did so good for me, such a good boy. you're my baby boy."

[fushipurro]

All That I Wanna Hear

☆ Synopsis: It's halloween night in 2018 and while you're home enjoying a good horror movie to pass the time, you get a text from someone claiming to be your long deceased husband. Your current partner isn't all that thrilled once he finds out, but soon the night turns into more than ghosts and goblins.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, fluff/smut/angst all in one, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink, oral sex, established relationships, pet names, threesome, anal, foreplay, slight hurt/comfort, shameless smut, porn with plot, i meme a lot in this, toji and satoru bicker a LOT

☆ Word Count: 5.5k

unknown sender daddy long dick just landed in shibuya baby, where you at, mama?

you excuse me?

unknown sender shit doll, you didn't change your number, did ya? it's toji.

you that's a sick joke, asshole

you at first thought it was just some kids having fun. it's halloween, right? the time for pranking others even if the "joke" is downright cruel.

hell, even satoru was playing into it when you got a notification of 10 million yen being added to your bank account on top of at least 500 missed calls from the same man and more coming.

he's supposed to be out chaperoning some of his students for some halloween fun in shibuya. his group consisting of your two kids megumi and tsumiki along with a few others you've come to love like your own from their school.

you offered to come along with them to enjoy the festivities, but satoru insisted that you stayed home, all bundled up on the couch watching all your favorite movies and what not. a "well deserved break" he called it.

over the years he's done similar things ever since you first met him twelve years ago when life as you knew it completely shattered into a million pieces. instead of your husband coming home, you were greeted by a grim reaper clad in white hair and a school uniform.

before even attempting to respond to the flurry of notifications, yet another call from said reaper came blaring through with their face front and center. your own throat felt like it was closing in on you, desperate and grasping for air as every emotion fought to escape you. you picked up the phone, finally hitting that green button and instantly hearing the frantic voice of the man on the other end.

"you're home, right? stay where you are, i'm coming over right away."

"what's going on satoru? are the kids okay? what's with the money, the calls, the texts─"

"everyone's fine, just stay put! i'm almost there!"

your phone buzzed in your hand with a new message, a selfie image from the unknown sender with the caption "proof enough, sweetheart?"

sure enough, it was like looking at a ghost. a man with hair as dark as his surroundings, the piercing green eyes, the scar over his lip. not to mention the awkward angle the photo was taken at like he wasn't sure what he was doing or where to look when he took the photo. whatever phone he was using was nothing close to the old nokia he had in the past buried in your nightstand and it showed.

"...what the fuck?"

you could hear satoru asking, "what's wrong?" from the speaker of your device.

"there's no way, right? you're supposed to be dead??" you choked out, tears falling from your eyes onto the phone screen. this was a sick joke, right? there's no way your husband is alive after being dead for twelve long and grueling years, it's just not possible.

...right?

satoru burst through the front door to your home, "y/n!? where are you?!" he breezed to the living room hoping you were there, and sure enough you were.

he stood in the doorway panting, finally seeing your eyes lift to meet his with tears streaming down your face. "this is a prank, right? he's dead! i don't like this, it's not funny. . ."

he sped towards you, throwing your phone to the other end of the couch and pulling you in for a hug. there was no way he could lie to you, he saw it himself already while he was out with his students.

is it wrong for satoru to want to hide the fact that your dead husband somehow is now revived? 100%. he didn't like toji one bit especially not after almost losing his own life to him and surviving from the miracle of reverse cursed technique. he also hated how broken you became after toji died, because he killed him. he caused your pain. it was because of those actions that you were left alone to shoulder the weight of two kids in a cramped decrepit apartment you hoped to move out of someday soon at the time. satoru did not want to ever see that happen again to you after you finally allowed yourself to try and love again.

you aren't a sorcerer.

you aren't a killer.

you didn't deserve this.

toji kept a lot hidden from you about the jujutsu world and the many horrors in it, especially the acts he once committed. he changed for you as much as he could since the time he locked you down with a ring to the day he died. he forwent killing others and used his hands only to love and support life as best as he could.

he had no regrets over falling in love with you, but he also struggled to find his place in the world again. everything he believed he knew and did best centered around taking the lives of others and without that, he wasn't anything. but he had you, and the kids, and that gave him every reason to try.

when confronted about the impossible task of killing a girl being guarded by the one and only satoru gojo, he knew it wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world. toji also knew that he was the only one capable of doing it with the right methods and plenty of patience. the rewards he'd reap afterwards would be enough to coast through life in the way that you deserve and with functional appliances and hot water in the shower. even if it meant bloodying his hands one final time, it was always for your sake and yours alone.

satoru had no chance to even open his mouth before a deep voice familiar to both of you sounded from the front door he didn't bother to lock in his haste to get here. not that any lock or door could ever hope to stop the being that is toji fushiguro.

"daddy's home~, where's my angel at?"

"how the fuck did you find her?" he turned to face the man with a hostile glare.

toji scoffed, walking over to the couch, ignoring satoru in the process as he cupped your tear-stained chin to meet the smile always reserved for you.

"missed ya, sweetheart," he slowly admired all your features intently. twelve years is a long time and while you're still young, you're not immune to signs of aging. however, you can now say it's cute that you both carry the same small creases around your eyes. the idea of growing old with your soulmate and actually getting to is a miracle in and of itself.

seeing him once again like this made you sob mercilessly, if you could call whatever you were doing before that. the sheer force of many emotions overtakes your body. you're grasping his body and face praying your hands don't slip through like ghosts on TV. "toji, how are you alive? i buried you myself!"

"haven't a clue, but i couldn't care less about the reason. i'm back now and i'm not leaving you ever again."

he hooked his hands under your arms and pulled you up off the cushions and into a tight hug, one you've missed after the many years of sleepless nights in a bed far too big for one person.

sure, they were seldomly spent with satoru, more so as of late. he was there for you when no one else was or could be. you hated him at first, but you grew to understand everything that happened and he helped you learn to love again. you hated too that toji had done something so stupid that cost him everything, but you understand why and came to terms with it.

he shot a glare at satoru who was kneeling on the couch with his fists clenched and a sour expression. "you can go now, kid. my wife and i have some catching up to do."

"i'm not going anywhere." he hissed.

"i wasn't asking." toji growled in response. he leaned down to meet your lips, instantly making your body shiver. saliva coating your lips like gloss with a flavor that made long dormant senses come alive like flowers beneath a tundra.

it was like a dream, i mean, how else could your dead husband be kissing you again? yeah, cursed techniques can be crazy sometimes, given what you learned from satoru, but raising the dead? it was nigh impossible tampering with life in such a way.

there is no other way you could explain this. here before you is a man that looks like toji, sounds like toji, acts like toji, tastes like toji. everything about him is the toji you knew and you swear you can feel your soul humming for him like a human beacon.

one kiss wasn't enough. it never is with toji and you never used to complain about it. they start soft and supple and quickly turn into bites and feverish grabs, yearning for more. but the circumstances now are different than before. "t-toji, wait─"

"what's wrong, baby?" he interjected, "you know how much i missed ya?"

satoru shoved his hand in between the two of you, infinity protecting him from the possibility of toji's saliva getting on his perfect skin. "you've been dead for a long time, in case you forgot. people can move on with their lives."

"what are implying?" he narrowed his eyes at the man. "you been touching my wife in my absence?" toji got his answer when he saw your flustered gaze. "sweetheart, he did tell you how i died, right?"

"yes, but it's not like that, toji." you sighed, stepping away from the men and returning to your spot on the couch, resting your face to your palms. "satoru showed up out of the blue that day telling me exactly what happened. about everything, including the job you hid from me."

"yeah and she punched me too." satoru chimed in, making toji chuckle with pride.

"eventually, i forgave him, yes. it killed me that you went and died over some stupid pride. it's not like either of you are perfect people though, no one is, and i get that." your voice was cracking with grief and anger you haven't expressed since that day. "i just wish you would've talked to me instead of deciding for yourself what you thought was best. . ."

toji seated himself at your side, rubbing his hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you like he always used to. "i'm sorry, y/n. i never planned on dying that day and leaving you, i was stupid and i know it."

"i know... it was hard though- and satoru has been very kind in helping our family out after it all."

toji shot a look to the man keeping himself quiet to not disrupt the moment, but this time it wasn't one of anger. satoru returned his look with his own troubled expression.

"he took megumi and tsumiki in like they were his own kids, paid our debts, bought this house for us. he's even their teacher now, training and keeping them safe. oh you would be so proud of how they turned out, toji."

much to satoru's dismay, toji pulled you into his lap with your back to his chest. large hands resting on your stomach with his head in the crook of your neck delivering soft kisses to calm your relentless sobs of grief.

toji wouldn't say so right now, but he's the reason satoru came to you in the first place. he wasn't expecting much when asked what his final words were, but when regret washed over him over his choices, toji had one final hope to ensure you had the life you deserve.

"i'm home, sweetheart. m'not going anywhere ever again."

toji wasn't much of a jealous person. even after twelve years apart from you and another man filling the void, he only had himself to blame for leaving you and everyone else behind.

satoru on the other hand felt differently, but his jealousy wasn't about pride or broken promises. it was about you and sustaining your happiness.

the man you loved who got himself killed now walking back into your life by some blessing from above. the life of someone satoru has grown to love and care for. he never asked you for much in return, only that you'd give him a chance and you your own to love again beyond toji. at first it was merely about making things right for someone who didn't deserve the situation they were placed in, but it never stays like that. it always grows into something more. if you water and care for a plant, it will grow and bloom, as simple as that.

and just like with toji, it's never stops with one kiss. like a cactus waiting for a monsoon to drown it or the golden light of day to feed it. his soft kisses soon turned into bites, his breath fanning your neck behind your ears and his fingers kneading into the plush of your waist and working up to your chest.

"toji, w-what are you doing?" you blushed, squirming from not only the tongue striping your ear but the boner poking your back through the fabric.

"shh," he coos, "just lemme show you how much i missed ya, okay?"

"huh?" satoru groaned.

calloused hands began pushing back the hem of your shirt as he found his way in around your breasts.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"the fuck does it look like, brat?" toji hissed at the man. "gonna make love to my wife, right mama?" he said, moving his hand inside your shorts and over your mound, toying with the sticky fabric. a husky snicker filled your ears, "so wet for me already. can't wait to taste your pretty pussy again."

"fuck! toji~," you leaned into his touch, digging your nails into his thighs to balance yourself as he slithered his rough digit between your folds, gathering slick around his finger tip to work himself inside.

"so tight for me. fuck, i missed this. has he even been treating you properly?" he smirked at satoru.

the white haired man had enough sitting with on the sidelines, scooting in front of you blatantly ignoring the scowling husband.

"why don't we show him how i treat you, princess?"

oh how toji wanted to put him in his place, but then he thought about the fun you might have with both of your love interests filling you up. toji died, time passed, he gets it. but now, you have the chance to indulge yourself in something you never would've done before.

a mischievous grin tugged his scar upwards. he leaned back, propping his hips up to adjust himself and bouncing your body up onto his lap, back against his chest.

satoru took the invitation and closed the gap between you, muffling your moans with his tongue against yours while circling your chest with his hands.

you're toji's after all. your rings still nestled on your finger unmoving after all these years. what's the harm in some temporary enjoyment to celebrate his return?

from your mouth, satoru leaned down to tongue the buds on your chest after removing your top. toji took advantage of your now free opening to kiss you, slipping another finger inside your cunt and scissoring your walls open.

"you have the prettiest tits, princess. no competition, even from jackass back there." his voice humming against your nipple that sent shockwaves straight to your heart and other areas (read: pussy) that made your body flutter.

you were already in shambles, threatening to come apart. your whole body felt like it was on fire thanks to their onslaught of attention. toji's voice filled your ears, nibbling the lobe as he spoke, "you wanna cum, sweetheart? i can feel this pussy just begging for it."

you nodded your head as best you could, "y-yes fuck─ please." with a quick circle of his thumb to your pearl and a bite from satoru, your body unraveled turning your vision white. your body slunk further back against toji's as you settled from the high.

"that's my good girl." he praised, his voice like honey over your ears, "can't wait to feel you clenching around my dick again."

"please please daddy, i need you." you whined as he took his fingers out leaving you feeling void.

his deep laugh only made you shiver and perk up more, "so eager for me? always so good f'me, baby." he raised his fingers up to his mouth, admiring the clear dew before cleaning them off in his mouth. "best taste in the world right here."

satoru slid his head between your thighs, kissing your pearl and jolting your body in the process, "don't forget that i'm here, princess. lemme clean you up a bit."

"fuck, 'toru~," you mewled as he licked a straight stripe up your slit. his tongue savoring the taste before toji lifted your body up and placed you down on all fours on the cushions.

"uh uh, pretty boy," toji teased, "this pussy belonged to me first and will stay that way. but thanks for keeping it warm for me."

you heard toji unbuckling himself, cock springing free right up against your entrance making you squeal out in response. turning your head around, you could see the precum adorning the tip of his overwhelming size.

yup, definitely toji.

"why don't i fill up this mouth of yours then, beautiful?" satoru purred as he kneeled in front of you, freeing his own bulging length from his pants.

both of the men pushed their way into your holes at the same time, a guttural groan leaving you as you adjusted to toji's monstrous size. it worked in favor for satoru, the vibration making him throw his head back.

"shit─ almost like the day we first fucked." he flashed an arrogant smile to the man across from him, "the so-called 'strongest' falling short to a monkey like me?"

satoru returned toji's remark with a cocky look of his own, "so scary~, want me to hollow purple your ass again? that did the job last time."

so long as he wasn't distracted trying to throw hands, toji kept his pace was slow and sensual. savoring every moment he was connected to your body. his grip was sure to leave bruises later on your hips but you welcomed them proudly since it meant you had him again.

satoru had his hand at the back of your head, bobbing you evenly over his cock whispering, "you're so pretty, doin' so well for us."

the cock in your mouth was the first to show signs of his incoming release, now evident by his pace turning sloppy before ultimately releasing his seed as pure and white as his hair all over your tongue and throat.

he groaned deeply, cupping your cheek to admire his handiwork with soft eyes. "prettiest girl in the world."

your praise was interrupted by yet another challenge from behind, "look at that, he cums fast too." toji sneered. his eyes fell to the circle of cream glossing his own length.

"least i actually can." he shrugged in response, only taunting him further. "did you lose your touch in the afterlife, old man?"

"tsk." he clicked his tongue. with satoru out of your mouth, he flipped you so your back was against the cushions.

"toji!" you yelped in surprise.

"sorry sweetheart, but you know how i much i love seeing your pretty face when i fuck you full."

toji entered himself back into you, hips rutting at a faster more rough pace to chase his high. his breathing turned heavy with low grunts in between.

satoru leaned down, peppering kisses across your cock drunk face seeing stars. "hang in there, beautiful, you're doing so well."

with a few harsh thrusts, toji had shimmied himself as deep as he could inside. "want me to give you another baby? give megs and tsumi a new sibling?" you nodded furiously despite not being totally aware what he was even saying through the blood rush in your ears. "yeah? daddy can do that for you, my love. can't fucking wait to see you swollen again now that i'm home."

when you love someone as much as toji, almost anything they say sounds like a good idea when he says it so sweetly to you ten inches deep. you're even more willing to indulge in his antics now after all this time without him. you truly missed such moments, more than you know.

he hasn't even seen his kids yet, oh how shocked they're gonna be when they come home to the literal ghost in the house. inside your womb however was anything but ectoplasm from some spirit. thick ropes of cum shot out, burying you with warmth from the inside and out.

"thaaattt's it... fuck baby─milk me dry." he moaned pleasingly, leaning down to bite into your soft flesh as you screamed his name harmoniously until nothing else could sound.

after a pregnant pause, he finally pulled out, attempting to stuff his seed back inside you before satoru lifted you up onto your knees with your back close to his chest. "c'mere princess, you don't need that stuff in you." as he rubbed his length along your folds, he snaked his arms around your waist and chest to keep you up, leaning into your ear whispering, "only mine," as he smirked at toji's discontented face.

toji ignored him as he took your cheeks into his hand, kissing you oh so sweetly and full of love. you greedily kissed him back, a few tears falling from your eyes whether from satoru pushing up into you or toji's return to you, who knows. both, really. either way, you're beyond happy feeling your heart beating again like it last did twelve years ago. he wiped your tears with gentle kisses, "i love you, y/n, so fucking much."

he wasn't much with words of affirmation, especially in endearing ways. toji cared more about showing his love to you in small acts or teasing. but when your bodies are pressed together, be it through making love or holding each other to sleep, that's when you hear the words come straight from his heart and into yours.

"i love you─ahh too, j-jiji." you smiled blissfully, trying your best to get the words out as satoru's cock thrusted into your sweet spot over and over.

there were plenty of times satoru wanted to interject. as much as he disliked toji, this is the man you had chosen to love before and never stopped loving. despite his own feelings, your feelings are what matter most. that being said, when the moment's over, he's reminding you about the spot in your heart reserved for the honored one.

"if you want another baby, y/n, i'll give you one." he grinned, upping his pace. his balls made a splatter sound with each thrust thanks to all the cum and slick present. "i'm sure we can make the prettiest baby together."

"is that how it is? this is my wife we're talking about, pretty boy." he leaned forward to cup your cheek, trailing his fingers to the back of your head.

"is your memory falling short too, old man?" his voice becoming disheveled, "she's had several years without you to move on."

the hand twined within your hair urged you downwards. toji's hardened cock angry at the tip was begging for attention. before he could do anything, he turned your face up to meet his gaze.

"what's your surname, sweetheart?"

"fushiguro?" you responded, slightly puzzled given your headspace.

"not gojo, huh?" he lined his tip up against your lips, ever so softly saying "i'm glad," before impaling your parted mouth, thrusting deep into your throat. his face conveyed a victorious smile beamed right at satoru.

any attempt at moaning were muffled, or more accurately gagged. your voice straining with pleasure as you were being fucked in both ends. again. toji's girth was much harder to accommodate but all his gentle praises and cooing helped relax you. the burning in your jaw worth it just for this moment. it gave satoru some extra enjoyment on his end when every praise had you vice gripping his length.

satoru couldn't compete in raw size against toji. not to say that he's by any means below average, but toji's heavenly restriction keeps him above the already exemplary sizes. he does however have one secret technique only for his bloodline.

limitless.

simply activating his ability allows himself to essentially become a human vibrator. literally. through infinity, he can expand and retract the distance between your velvet walls and his shaft at any speed he desires. it does take some effort and obviously self-control, but this is a man with an endless pool of cursed energy.

domain expansion: infinite pleasure.

the two continued their race to cum, you had no choice but to be the first, followed closely behind by the other two. your body trembling at the mercy of their cocks pumping you full.

"fast enough for ya, gojo?" he scoffed, tilting your head up to his with a finger swiping prodding your lips, "open." you obliged, sticking your tongue out like a panting dog after swallowing his essence entirely. "good girl." he smiled.

you couldn't help but whine at the loss of satoru when he pulled out, but it finally gave you a chance to catch your breath. "can you guys stop bickering for one second. at this point, you two need to be the ones fucking like some good old hate sex."

the two men chuckled, "sorry sweetheart, but you're doing so well taking us." toji purred, rubbing his digits under your jaw like he was petting a cat.

"aww, don't tell me you're tired of us now?" satoru pouted. "toji's one of the few people that actually can put up a good fight with me and with you as our prize. . ." his voice trailed off as he pulled you away from the older man's grasp to kiss you. ". . .it only makes it more enjoyable."

"don't either of you get any bright ideas that leave me to grieve again, you hear me? i mean it."

toji hooked his arms under yours and pulled up onto his lap holding you at your waist with one hand and the other keeping your face in his neck. "i think we can agree to that, can't we, 'toru?"

"yeah, jiji," he replied mockingly while inching forward, "i think for the princess here, we can keep things neutral." his voice had a tone of mischief to it.

"what are you two doin─hey!" you yelped in surprise. toji had lifted you up onto his cock, sitting you down balls deep against your lips all the while satoru's tip rubbed between your ass.

"one more baby, i know you can do it." toji cooed with his voice just as full of shit as satoru's. "you want us to see eye to eye, don't you?" he smirked.

honestly... what the hell? why not?

your mind is so far gone with pleasure to care. all you want is to love and be loved by your two sacred treasures.

"god, fuck." you groaned as satoru worked his way in, agonizingly slow. toji kept himself still but the pressure of warming them both is downright insane. tears welled up which were quickly swiped away thanks to toji. he leaned forward, kissing you through it, humming into each other's mouths in ecstasy.

"ready, princess?" you nodded your head as best as you could with your shaky body.

"try and keep up if you can, pretty boy." you glared at toji with a hiss of disapproval. "i know i know, m'sorry. lemme put a sweeter face on you now, okay?"

toji moved his arms back under yours, this time hugging your chest to his in a tight bear grip as he rutted his hips into you. every time he pushed in, satoru pulled out. repeating as they set the pace while you raked lines down toji's back.

you were reduced to nothing but babbling nonsense, crying out jiji toru jiji toru and other incoherent swears. drool spilling from your mouth despite toji's best efforts to keep it occupied with his own. he eventually dropped his head to your shoulder, biting into marks he previously made. satoru pulled himself closer, opting to rest his head on the opposite side of toji and his arms coiled around your waist.

you were unable to hold out for long before coming undone but they didn't cease their own chase. despite their disheveled breaths and all the obscenities they growled, they continued on pumping. the rhythm they set soon fell apart and after a few harsh thrusts, the two pushed up deep inside you at the same moment washing you over in a second orgasm before the first even had a chance to settle.

"fuck... y'er so warm y/n. can't take it anymore, gotta cum sweetheart. take every last bit of us, you hear me? show us how good you are."

the best you could manage was a muffled "mphm" with haphazard nods as you clenched around them equally in force. the eruption of warm seed soon followed, coating your insides and spilling out with your arousal.

they finally pulled out after what felt like an eternity followed by the jungle juice of cum, slick, and sweat dripping further out from your body. you collapsed onto toji's sweat coated chest gasping for air. satoru couldn't help himself from doing the same onto your back.

"not bad, old man. i can see why she loves you so much."

"yeah?" a genuine smile crossed toji's face from his words, "you did fine yourself too, brat. may have to keep you around for her joy."

"you couldn't stop me even if you tried, i only take orders from our princess." he chuckled.

toji brushed his hand over your head, pushing strands behind your ears and admiring your beautiful fucked face.

"i am going to order you to get your ass off of us and go start a bath before she falls asleep for good."

"fine, fine." satoru groaned before pushing himself off the two of you, kissing you once before walking off to the bathroom.

"now then. . ." toji's eyes wandered to the empty slot on his finger. "did you bury me with my wedding band, love?"

with a groggy hum, you turned upwards to his face. "i thought about it but no, i still have it. i kept it with the intention of giving it to megumi someday if he ever wanted to get married to always keep you in our thoughts."

"guess he's gonna have to pick something else," he smiled. "death is one thing that will never separate us and even if it could, i would marry you again and again, as many times as it takes in every lifetime. we're bound to each other forever."

"jiji~," you sniffled. "i love you so much. welcome home... my sweet husband."

"i love you too, my precious wife." he kissed your crown, sighing peacefully before lifting you up into his arms. "time to get cleaned off before the kids get home, right?"

one perk to this nice house gifted to you is the master bathroom featuring a large enough tub perfect for the three of you to relax in. perfectly nestling you between your two loves as they took turns scrubbing and kissing every inch of you before bothering with themselves.

"i can't believe you tried to bribe me to not see my 'dead' husband, 'toru." you pouted.

he threw his hands up defensively, "hey you know we have history, princess. i didn't want to let you go that easily without a fight."

"well i'm not giving up either of you so you two better learn to get along and fast. i love you both too much."

"aww~, you're too cute, y/n. love you too."

toji barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "just don't forget your manners, she's first and foremost my wife." satoru rolled his eyes teasingly at the man before pulling you away from him into his arms.

after soaking for a good while, the three of you stepped out. satoru changed back into his clothes from earlier and as for toji, well you never could part with the majority of his favorites. each article still carrying trace amounts of his scent that bring you peace every time you're upset or need a reminder of him.

once dressed, you curled up once more on the couch to resume a movie from earlier, tucked in a blanket up in toji's arms with satoru close by.

the front door opened followed by a resounding "we're home!" followed by the footsteps of the whole group.

"hey mom, have you heard from goj─DAD?!" megumi had entered the living room first and immediately dropped his bag to the ground.

"megumi?" tsumiki followed in after, equally as shocked before the rest of the group arrived.

toji looked softly at megumi and tsumiki first, taking in how much they've grown with a smile and a stray tear glossing his eye.

"how are you even here?!" megumi said with an appalled expression.

toji shrugged, "beats me, guess even heaven couldn't keep me from seeing my family again in life." he smirked.

"welcome home, kids!" you smiled happily to the group, unable to move away from toji's lap to greet them better after the fucking you just went through. "come sit with us, tell us about your evening!"

megumi and tsumiki came over first, hugging toji again like they too needed to confirm it was truly him and not some apparition.

"so who are the rest of ya?" toji questioned, his eyes panning to the group that wandered over.

the pink haired boy spoke first, "i'm yuji itadori! megumi's boyfriend."

next was a chestnut haired girl, "nobara kugisaki, these guys' best friend."

lastly was a familiar name and face that earned a questionable hum from the older man when she approached, "maki zenin, nobara's girlfriend."

his eyes narrowed slightly, "zenin?"

"don't count her out just yet, gramps." satoru chimed in from the other side of the couch. "your cousin here is just like you, just not nearly as old."

"says the brat with white hair. i don't see any grays on my head just yet."

"well if your back isn't hurting then you can take over maki's training from now on. you're the best choice for her to learn from, her twin as well."

toji glanced her over, as if assessing her prowess, eventually giving a satisfactory nod. "sure, but don't think you'll pull me away from y/n that easily." he moved his mouth right up against your ear, "we've got twelve years of catching up to do, don't we?"

"oh toji," you laughed. "you'll have me every single day and night now. no more stupid missions for you."

"anything for you, sweetheart." he purred, pulling the blanket up over your tired form that clung to him tightly.

you did your best to try and stay awake to enjoy your time with everyone, but thanks to toji caressing your body softly, you fell deeply asleep. when the next morning arrived and you woke up with not only satoru at your side, but toji as well, you wept with pure hearted joy that none of this was a dream or a cruel prank. simply, the love of your life finally coming home.

home sweet home once again.

☆ Notes: the idea came to me when i was trying to sleep the other night and ended up making me stay up an extra hour giggling with all the ideas i was getting for it. i hope it's not been done before but either way i was so excited to write this, i had so much fun!! writing satoru more than usual was a bit tricky for me since i'm only used to toji brainrot, but we'll get there.

also if you wanna see a bad edit i made that inspired this whole thing, peep this link

[navybrat817]

The Silent Treatment

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Summary: You attempt to give Andy the silent treatment during dinner.

Word Count: Almost 500

Warnings: Implied NONCON/DUBCON, implied kidnapping, delusion, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 4! Character: Andy Barber. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "You think I care about you? Cute." ❤️ Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You made no attempt to eat your dinner as you sat at the table with Andy. You also hadn’t spoken a word to him since he got home. He warned you before he left for the day that he’d be home late, but you were still in a mood the moment he walked through the door. You greeted him with a kiss as expected, but you didn’t extend any additional warmth.

What had he done to deserve it?

Andy took a bite of his food with a hum of dissatisfaction. “I thought takeout would’ve been a good idea since I had to work so late, but this is kind of terrible,” he teased, looking to you for a smile that you didn’t give him.

Your silence was the most eloquent reply you could provide.

Clearing his throat, he pushed some of the food around on his plate. “Did you have a good day?”

You replied with a shrug before you stared off at the wall behind him. It was the first time you noticed that the floral painting he had hung up was slightly crooked. It was fitting considering he tried to put on a front of perfection, but something was off.

His sigh brought your attention back to him, watching wordlessly as he ran his fingers along his beard. “Honey, I’m trying, but you have to meet me halfway.”

Lifting your chin in defiance, you watched his blue eyes flash as you slowly shook your head. You weren’t in the mood to be nice today. You were tired.

“So, that’s it? You’re giving me the silent treatment? That isn’t how our relationship is going to work. You-”

“Our ‘relationship’? There is no relationship, Andy,” you finally spoke, bitterly laughing at his stricken expression. “What, you think I want to be here? You think I care about you? Cute.”

You flinched when his fork scraped his plate, his jaw tight as he pushed his chair back. You should’ve stayed quiet. Why had you opened your mouth? “I knew I let you out of the basement too early,” he said more to himself than to you. “That’s my fault.”

“Andy, please,” you whispered as he rounded the table to grip your arm. The plasticware and plate wouldn’t do any damage if you fought. He never left anything sharp around you. “Don’t send me back down there.”

“You haven’t learned yet,” he said, your body trembling when he kissed the top of your head. “But don’t worry. You will.”

You tried to apologize as he dragged you back down to the basement. Just as you had given him the silent treatment, he ignored your pleas as he pushed you into the dingy mattress and took what he wanted. Later he’d remind you that he chose you to be his perfect wife and he’d eventually let you back upstairs to try again.

Until then, he’d keep you in the prison he created until you learned to love him.

You'll learn eventually, right? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[miumura]

his vlive

requested by sato <3

pairing — idol!jungwon x idol!fem!reader // genre : fluff !

word count : 0.4K+ // warnings : reader is a newjeans member!

— prompt : list 1 - prompt 14 “always talking about their s/o in front of others”

A/N : i enjoyed writing this one 🤭 would def include smth like this in future smaus tbh..! but anyways tysm for the request !!

You've returned to the studio. A notification appears on your phone screen as you prepare to write lyrics for another song.

You've returned to the studio. A notification appears on your phone screen as you prepare to write lyrics for another song.

ENHYPEN IS ON LIVE !

when you saw the picture pop up, you saw your boyfriend's face, jungwons. You've been trying to keep it low because you're both idols. However, you two have formed a great bond, even acting as each other's energizers when necessary.

Since he's live, it can't hurt to take a short break, right?

You just sat comfortably, properly adjusting your phone. You could see the boy smiling at the camera once you joined in. You smiled as you saw it. You saw him greet everyone who joined the live stream. There were over 10,000 people watching it live.

His voice was soothing, and the way he responded to questions and read comments almost put you to sleep. "Do you like new jeans?" You were startled awake when you heard your group's name.

"new jeans are extremely talented!" "Their songs are so good, and honestly, even though we're the sunbaes, I look up to them," he rambles, making you smile. "Especially yn!" the way she helps everyone and contributes to the creation of the best songs ever? I mean, have you ever heard her ditto vocals? Simply amazing. and—" you mostly watched the boy go on a rant about new jeans. The comments about Jungwon admiring you are pouring in.

You started blushing from all of his compliments on your dance, lyrics, and leadership. You were driven insane by the way his eyes would sparkle while he went on a rant about how amazing you were. "You must like new jeans a lot," Jungwon reads, nervously chuckling.

"Oh—did I ramble on too long?" The leader shakes his head. "Sorry," he says, laughing slightly. He ignored what he said and read another comment. "favorite new jeans song? Ditto obviously! because of yn vocals hehe. But, every song is amazing!"

At this rate, he'll land you both in a dating scandal. But who are you to complain? In any case, you two have been dating for three months. You quickly send him a text message that reads, "You like me that much?" When your notification appears, make him smile. The boy turns red, causing the comments to resurface.

He knew he was going to get teased by the members, and he knew you were going to do the same. But he didn't mind because he loved you too much.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 7 — Christmas Drinks

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 500

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — alcohol consumption.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

Outside, the winter air was chilly and crisp, while the delicate snowfall bestowed a soft white glow upon the world. Inside the snug confines of your home, you and Bucky prepared a pot of mulled wine, enveloped in the toasty warmth.

The kitchen was filled with the rich fragrance of various spices as you worked side by side. Cinnamon, cloves, and citrus notes danced in the air, mingling with the warmth of the simmering liquid. Bucky flashed you a warm smile, kissing your temple gently before infusing a touch of honey to sweeten the blend.

“This is going to be perfect for our cozy afternoon, babe,” you murmured against the soft fabric of his sweater as he stirred the pot. The fragrance of Bucky and spices was a comforting concoction you wanted to preserve and immerse yourself in forever.

As Bucky worked the mulled wine further, you nestled closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in the comfort of his sweater.

“Starting early on our cuddle fest, are we?” he chuckled, hugging you with one arm while gently kissing your cheek.

“You’re so warm, and cozy, and perfect,” you purred, holding onto him tighter. “I never want to let go.”

“You’re gonna need to for a second so you can taste this, doll,” Bucky chuckled, offering you a taste to assess the brew’s progress. “Here, try it.”

“Hmm, it’s delicious,” you hummed as the warmth and flavors exploded in your mouth. “Maybe a tiny dash of honey, and it’ll be perfect.”

Bucky tasted it as well, nodding in agreement to your suggestion. A touch more honey and a bit more stirring, and it would reach perfection.

Once the mulled wine reached perfection, you poured it into two glasses, steam wafting to greet your senses with its heavenly aroma.

With fluffy blankets in tow, you and Bucky headed to the balcony, where the welcoming glow of an outdoor heater awaited. Settling on the wooden swing bench, you bundled up in the cozy blankets, snuggling close together.

Bucky draped an arm around you, lightly kissing your cheek before raising his glass.

You clink your glass with him before taking a sip. The warmth of the spiced wine enveloped you, and you hummed in approval of the comforting sensation. Beside you, Bucky did the same, closing his eyes to savor the rich flavors.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you and Bucky exchanged whispers and gentle kisses, accompanied by sips of the mulled wine.

“Beautiful, isn’t it,” Bucky mumbled, his gaze lingering on the horizon.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, nodding in agreement. The snow continued to fall gently, creating a serene backdrop.

“I love moments like this.”

“Me too, doll. Especially with you.”

Simple moments like these with Bucky were the ones you cherished the most—bundled up on the balcony, a warm drink in hand, watching the sunset together.

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[cellythefloshie]

;; Delicate 500 Follower Celebration

Summary: A late-night phone call brings you face-to-face with the ex you've never gotten over. Word Count: 1.6k+

Phone lights up my nightstand in the black. Come here; you can meet me in the back.

Sleeping was always harder during the colder months. The room was too cold when you had to sleep alone. An old sweater was never enough to bring you the warmth you craved in the bed that was all too big for just you. And that fact only worsened when the Carolina Hurricanes came to town. 

It brought countless notifications to life on your phone. Reporters, your friends, strangers, everyone was talking about the big faceoff that was Freddie Andersen versus his ex-team, the Toronto Maple Leafs. The headlines would plague him his entire career, and both of you, for only a few nights. Yet, you hated it. You hated seeing his face on the screen. You hated being reminded that the two of you parted ways because Kyle Dubas banked on the success of Jack Campbell instead of extending Freddie’s contract. 

A part of you had always got hung up on the “what ifs?” that came with your decisions. What if you and Freddie had tried to get over the long distance? What if you had moved with him to Carolina? And while those thoughts haunted you, you knew uprooting from Toronto was the only choice for you. Your family was there. Your career was finally in a place you were happy with, and that couldn’t have contrasted more from what would have been moving from city to city if Freddie failed to secure a long-term contract. 

You had put yourself first. And you were thankful for that, but it didn’t leave you any less anxious that you would run into him in all the places you used to frequent together. So, when he was in town, you avoided them. You ordered in and went to bed early just to avoid any instance of your paths crossing. 

Yet, sleep refused to take you. 

You tossed, and you turned. The room was both too hot and too cold and left you battling with your blanket. Did you want it draped over you or between your legs? Your body couldn’t decide, so it ended up on the floor. Then, your pillows joined it, leaving you to lie flat on your back against your mattress in the darkness. Staring up at the ceiling, the blackness was suffocating. Your every breath was shallow and desperate. Then there was light, and it reduced you to a single breath that hitched at the back of your throat. It sat there, burning at your lungs as you let your head lull to the side to find the source of the light. 

Beside the bed, on the nightstand, your phone rested face up, its screen bright with life. Its harsh light cut through the black, your heart racing. No one texted you this late at night. Not your friends. Not your family. No one. Yet, when it faded to black, it was bright with life again with another notification. 

Whoever it was really wanted to get hold of you. 

You should have let it fade to darkness again. To let it consume you as you rolled over and ignored whoever it was, but your curiosity peaked and prevailed. You needed to know who it was. 

Reaching out, you took hold of your phone that cool to the touch. You cradled it in your hold, your eyes squinting to lessen the harsh brightness of the light before they went wide at the notification and the name it highlighted in bold. His name. Freddie. 

Heart hammering in your chest, so hard and so loud that you can hear it in your ears, you don’t take the time to read the messages. Instead, you do something far worse that sends your stomach into knotted coils of nerves. You call him. 

It took three hollow rings before you contemplated hanging up. The voice inside your mind told you it was a bad idea. But as you drew the phone away from your ear on the fourth ring, it shortened when Freddie’s line cut in and he greeted you with the softness of how he spoke your name. It sent a shiver coursing down the length of your spine. You had missed hearing him say your name. 

“You sill in that same old place?”

Fuck, he wanted to see you? Maybe you should have read the messages first. 

The surprise of his question didn’t paralyze you but left you nodding a silent yes before you realized he couldn’t see you. Swallowing hard, you found your words. “Yeah,” you said, nodding still, “come here, you can meet me in the back.”

A trembling sigh coursed through the length of your body as you drew your phone away from your ear and left it in its place on your bedside table. You watched as its light faded, leaving you in the darkness and sending your head back down to the mattress. What were you thinking? Making that call, leading him there right back to you. It was a one-way ticket to heartache. Yet, you were getting out of bed with little hesitancy and moving to your closet to grab a sweater you hadn’t worn in what felt like years. It hung off of your frame as if at any moment it could slip off your shoulders and to the floor. And it had always fit that way because it was Freddie’s sweater. The Maple Leafs logo on the front faded and his number on the arm was all that remained to show that it was his. You weren’t even sure if it was something you could have, but he had left it there the day he had left Toronto and you had zero intentions of giving it back. 

It was all you wore when you stepped out on the fire escape just outside your bedroom window. The cool spring air was harsh on your bare legs and you pulled the sweatshirt down as low as it would stay just to keep yourself from retreating inside. You huddled down low on the steps to keep yourself from the wind, her arms hugging your knees as you waited for him. Every passing car sent your heart thundering in your chest. You didn’t know what car he would drive, if he was driving at all, or if he would even show up. It was late, and visiting teams had a curfew. Curfew that wouldn’t be worth breaking just for the chance of seeing you. 

The longer you sat there, the more convinced that he wasn’t coming, you became. The cold metal steps of the fire escape left their impression on your ass and the back of your thighs, and coldly stung against your skin. Soon it became too much. Standing slowly, you reached for the windowsill and froze. Your silhouette was cast against the brick exterior of your bedroom as a car pulled up in the visitor parking below. Petrified, your fingers curled, grasping desperately at the splintering windowsill as you listened to the car door open and close. Then the lights went dark.

Heavy footsteps treaded through the gravel and remnants of snow below before becoming silent at the bottom of the fire escape. It didn’t go all the way to the ground to prevent people from coming and going from the windows, but it was no obstacle for the goaltender. You listened to the rattle of the metal as he pulled himself up and then his every footstep as he made his ascent. And when the night air became silent, you knew he was standing right behind you. 

“Don’t you have a curfew?” you asked. 

“The boys are covering for me,” he answered. 

Then you turned around. Freddie was standing one step below you on the fire escape, yet he still towered over you as just as he always had. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans, his Carolina Hurricanes sweatshirt and Nike sneakers. And through it, you could feel every bit of his warmth. Feeling it radiating through the chilly night left you wanting to reach out to him. To wrap your limbs around his body and let him warm you, but he was already reaching out to you. 

Freddie’s large hand found the hem of what had once been his sweater, pinching the dark grey fabric between his fingers. His hand dragged along it slowly, his knucks grazing over the soft flesh of your hip as a smile splayed over his lips. “You kept it?”

You wanted to make a joke. You wanted to tell him that the avid Leafs collectors were one expensive offer away from taking the sweater out of your closet. It would have been a bold attempt to display that you were trying to move on. But all you could do was stare at him, nod, and wonder if the girls back in Carolina treated him as well as you. If he dreamed of you, just as you did him almost every night. A part of you wanted to ask him, but you bit your tongue. The situation was far too delicate. 

After game time tomorrow, he would be on a flight to whatever city they played in next and you would still be in Toronto. The night couldn’t be one full of what-ifs and wondering why he texted you. You could only live in the moment, breathe him in and not think of the heartache that would follow when he left again. You missed him, and maybe he missed you, too. So you indulged him when his hands came up to cup your face in his hands. You leaned into his touch and leaned in when you saw his gaze flicker between your eyes and your lips. 

The kiss had been simple, an invitation, a reminder. One that had you both climbing through your bedroom window with little regard for what would happen after the two of you spent your first night together in a long time. 

[jcbbby]

Glad I could be here for your 500 followers party! <3

🖕: “Do you not love me anymore?”

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

I'm so glad you're here too bby! thank you so much for sending in a prompt to celebrate with me! <3 - "Do you not love me anymore?" Warnings: none! Genre: angst note: I am so sorry about this, I'll pay for your therapy bills. -

You sighed, staring at the empty place setting as you pushed your food around on your plate. Jamie had said he'd be home for dinner tonight, but for the third night in a row since he'd been back from the press tour, you sat alone, glancing at the time. It was already 8:30pm, and you hadn't hear from in in hours. You pulled out your phone, frowning at the sight of no notifications, but opened your text messages to send one to Jamie.

Hey babe, thought you'd be home for dinner. Made your favorite. It's in the fridge. I'm going to bed. xo

You clicked your phone off, and got up to neatly put the leftovers of dinner away in the fridge. You washed up the dishes and wiped down the counter before grabbing your phone and heading up to your bedroom. As you slipped into bed, you checked your phone one last time, this time a text from Jamie on your lock screen.

Hey love, I'm so sorry. Got caught up in the studio with a new idea. I'll be in late. Thank you for cooking, you're the best. Love you! x

You sighed again, placing your phone down on the night stand. As you laid in the darkness, alone again, you felt the thoughts creep up again. The thoughts that maybe you two were growing apart, that the spark just wasn't there anymore. He was never home lately, be it for work or with friends, you had been bickering over stupid things more recently, and sometimes it felt like you weren't even in the same room, let alone in a relationship. You loved Jamie, but there was just always a feeling of something missing lately, and whatever it was was making you unhappy.

The thought of breaking things off was Jamie made your stomach knot, but you felt like you were being weighed down by dragging this relationship out. You rolled over, staring at Jamie's side of the bed. It was as if each second passing that he wasn't there for drove the wedge even deeper between you. You squeeze your eyes shut, to beat the tears. Tomorrow you'd do it, like a band aid. You'd suggest that you go your separate ways.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and maple syrup. Jamie's side of the bed was disheveled, a sign that he had come home to sleep next to you at least. You got up from bed, quietly making your way downstairs and into the kitchen. The sight that greeted you was Jamie, in an apron, flipping pancakes at the stove, a rag hung over his shoulder. He heard your foot steps across the linoleum and turned his head, smiling as his eyes laid on you.

"Good morning, darling!" His warm voice chimed.

"Good morning... making breakfast?" You smiled slightly back, leaning against the fridge.

He turned back to the stove. "Well, I figure you made dinner last night. Breakfast is on me." He added the pancakes from the pan to a stack on a plate beside him.

He picked the plate up, bringing it over to place on the eat-in kitchen's countertop. He patted a barstool, signaling for you to sit there. Along with the pancakes on the counter, there was orange juice, sliced strawberries, and a pot of coffee next to two mugs. You went and sat where he had patted. He took off his apron, placing it along with the rag on the counter by the sink before coming around to take a seat next to you. It had to be now, or else you never would.

"Go on, then." He nudged you as he reached a fork towards the stack of pancakes.

"Jamie..." You whispered, staring at the pancakes, feeling like your heart could break in two.

"I tried a new recipe and I think they came out fluffier." He continued, grabbing a spoonful of strawberries.

"Jamie." You turned to him.

"Hmm?" He paused, turning to you.

"I...I think we should break up." The words fell from your mouth as if you couldn't keep them in anymore.

Jamie's face fell, his fork dropping on to his plat with a clink. "You what?"

You took a deep breath. "It's just...we never seem to be on the same wavelength anymore. I mean, can you remember the last time we went on a trip together? The last time we were together for more than a few hours at a time, despite living together?"

He shook his head. "No, it's just we've both been busy. It's just been a hectic last few months."

You let out a huff. "Jamie, it's been more than that... I just feel like for the last year we've been living separate lives. I think..." You felt your eyes stinging again, and glanced down to your lap. "I think it's time we go separate ways."

"Do...do you not love me anymore?" Jamie's voice shook.

You quickly looked up, his eyes also welling with tears. "Of course I do. I love you, Jamie." You grabbed one of his hands tightly. "I just...I don't think we're in love anymore."

Jamie took your other hand in his, holding them tightly, resting on his lap. "Darling...darling, please. If this is something I've made you feel, or-or if I haven't been a good boyfriend-"

You shook your head, letting the tears breach your eyes. "No, no Jamie. You've been wonderful. I mean, you made pancakes." You smiled, causing him to chuckle. "But-"

He cut you off. "Sweetheart, you make me so happy, you know that right?"

You nodded. "And you've made me so happy..."

Jamie's face fell again. "...but...?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"But...I haven't been happy lately...and I think we should just...be on our own for a while." The last word of your sentence dipped into a whimper as you buried your face in your hands.

Jamie leaned over you, taking you into a hug as you both wept together. You quietly muttered that you were sorry as you sobbed, as he whispered that it was okay. Even when you were breaking up with him, he was still the kindest soul. You felt him lean the other way, looking over to see him grabbing a napkin, which he handed to you.

"Thanks..." You rasped quietly.

He smiled gently, before taking a deep breath. "I...I guess I have been feeling how you've been feeling too." He sniffled. "I just was too afraid to talk about it."

"Yeah..me too. I didn't want to hurt you."

He shrugged. "I'm sorry you've been unhappy."

You nodded. "Me too." You looked down to Jamie's hand, lightly taking it in yours as it hung between you, giving it a light squeeze. "But thank you for the happy times." Your voice cracked.

He smiled sheepishly, eyes filling again. "I'll never forget them."

[ideal1234]

residential projects in kolhapur

Many different businesses in India are going through a huge digital revolution, but Kolhapur residential constructions are leading the way. The widespread opinion on the market is that this transformation might merely be the beginning of what lies ahead.

Intelligent homes are a new sector that has emerged as a result of the digital revolution and are currently all the rage in India. This industry is expected to be valued more than $14 billion by 2026.

As consumer behaviour changes, more people are making purchases that enhance their homes' intelligence. The velocity at which smart home products are being embraced in India, particularly in residential projects in kolhapur, is evidence that every urban homeowner will soon be able to say that their home is smart.

We see changes almost every day, and it has been claimed that change is the only constant. Your personal life, your environment, the news, the weather, or even technology may be examples of this. A paradigm shift is occurring in how people have embraced and integrated technology into their lives. Today, we'll go deeper into a related field called smart technology.

A few of the few items that turn your house into a smart home include:

LED lights:

The use of smart lights has various benefits. They are both economical and energy-efficient. The brightness, mood, and temperature of the lighting may all be changed with ease. For example, there would be no problem if you left for work and forgot to turn off the light. To switch off the app, merely tap it. Another example would be to leave the lights on when friends drop by unexpectedly. Set the proper ambiance by immediately transforming into party mode. The smart lights offer a selection of mood settings, colour schemes, and voice commands.

Safety and Security:

We worry a lot about the safety of our homes and our belongings while we're away from home. Greetings from the advanced security system! These smart devices act as your night watchmen. A combination of these technologies enables you to monitor activities outside your home and interact with visitors utilising two-way communication features. Receive real-time information and notifications for any suspicious activity near your home on your smartphone.

A home with guidelines:

Smart gadgets allow for the scheduling of almost anything. You are completely in charge of deciding when to use a nightlight, what hue to use when, and when to turn on and off lights and fans. Yet, intelligent devices are expanding beyond merely fans and lights. You can control almost any electrical device, such as a geyser, air conditioner, or television. The smart plug comes in handy here. To complete, place any standard appliance into the smart socket. Now, at a very low cost, your outdated equipment will soon become intelligent.

gains over the long term from a single investment

One idea that never leaves our minds is how much these products cost. We've spoken about how some of these products make your life simpler and provide you more freedom to make wiser decisions.residential projects in kolhapur  the cost of a smart device ranges from 500 to 15,000 rupees.An air purifier or water purifier might be more expensive than smart security systems and smart lighting. It's crucial to remember that smart products can greatly reduce your electricity usage and expenditures while considering these things. These products, which include smart thermostats, lighting with brightness settings, device schedulers, etc., are created with technology that gives you the best benefits while consuming very little electricity. If you invest residential projects in kolhapur, what may seem as an expense now will end up being cost-effective in the long run.

Why should people adopt smart home technology?

There is an easy solution. Who wouldn't appreciate assistance in better managing their homes? People want to live more comfortable, energy-efficient, and stress-free lifestyles.

In India, a few of the numerous benefits of implementing smart home technology include:

People can concentrate on other activities and have fun while saving time.

Thermostat-enabled devices aid in energy conservation while also saving you some money.

The devices are reasonably priced, and the installation procedure is simple.

All of your devices are controlled (turned on or off) using voice commands.

Before you get home, it enables you to fix the temperature to your preference.

How can increased smart home device usage help India's market for smart home automation grow?

The primary means of controlling smart home appliances is through mobile applications. The Indian market for smart home automation has been stimulated by improved updates to mobile technology and its operating systems.

It only takes a quick glance at how quickly urban dwellers adopt new mobile phones and related mobile technologies to realize that India's smart home market is still in its early phases of development and has a promising future.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the Indian market for smart home automation is undoubtedly very promising and poised to fundamentally transform Indian homes. The residential projects in Kolhapur are one of the finest projects to invest in. For more information, connect us.

[lloydforensicscience]

Greetings from Lloyd Institute of Forensic Science!

The Lloyd Institute of Forensic Science is organizing the 1st International Symposium on “Recent Advancements & Innovations in Forensic Sciences” (Promoting Scientific & Technological Investigation) on Saturday, 15th April, 2023 from 9:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. in hybrid mode.

Click to register: https://forms.gle/QPuNL1iLTXNAM9V46 

We are inviting abstracts for oral and poster presentation in different themes of Forensic Sciences. Selected Full length papers will be published as Book Chapters in book entitled "Recent Advancements & Innovations in Forensic Sciences" with ISBN no. by reputed publishing house.

Important Dates

• 30th March 2023: Registration & Abstract Submission Deadline

• 5th April 2023: Abstract Acceptance Notification 

• 10th April 2023: Full Length Paper Submission

Registration Fee

|| INDIAN PARTICIPANTS ||

Online Mode

₹200/- for UG/PG students

₹500/- for Research Scholars/Post-Doctoral Fellows

₹500/- for Faculties/Forensic Scientists/Advocates/Medical Professionals

₹500/- for other members from relevant fields

Offline Mode (At LIFS, Greater Noida)

₹1000/- for all the categories

|| INTERNATIONAL PARTICIPANTS ||

20$ for all the categories (Online Mode only)

**Award for Best Oral & Poster Presentation**

Contact for more information:

Convener-

Prof. (Dr.) Amarnath Mishra

Head

Lloyd Institute of Forensic Science

Greater Noida (Delhi/NCR), India

Mobile no. : +91-9818978527

Email: contact@lifs.co.in 

Website: www.lifs.co.in 

[pippytmi]

Roommates au, enemies to lovers, “you confuse me.” Supercorp obvs

“You’re a fucking liar.”

This is—objectively speaking—not the worst greeting Kara has ever received from her roommate, and so she takes it in stride. “Uh, hello to you…too,” Kara says slowly, silently running through a list of everything she could have done wrong to warrant such strong words.

But Lena does not offer any explanation; in fact, when she spots Kara in the doorway, she sends her a nasty glare as if Kara has said something wrong. “Don’t pretend you’re a saint in this matter, Lex,” Lena hisses, and only then does Kara notice the cell phone in Lena’s hands. “If I have to go and clean up your mess again…”

So it’s one of those days. Kara wisely shuts the door quietly behind her, and sneaks into the kitchen as Lena takes her argument into her room.

There is a list of chores pinned to the fridge—four black X’s cross out Lena’s, and Kara’s are underlined twice. They have a code, so as to avoid speaking to each other; X’s mean done, underlined means Kara you're a slob and a pain in the ass to live with. (All verbatim, by the way.)

The dishes, however, are not on Kara’s agenda at the moment. She instead takes the expensive whiskey hidden under the sink (that belongs to Alex, not that she has noticed it’s missing), and pours it into a glass with some ice. Then she whips out the ingredients for a stir fry, complete with every vegetable she had been saving for the potluck at work this weekend.

It is an unspoken rule that Lena will shut herself off into her room after this phone call is over. She does that every time her brother calls (and on occasion her mother), and Kara has picked up enough information about her roommate to know Lena will appreciate a hard drink and some food. She hasn’t said so or anything, but every time Kara knocks three times on the door and leaves a plate outside, it will re-emerge an hour later completely empty.

Lena’s voice grows louder despite the distance, and Kara turns on the stereo out of respect for her roommate's privacy. Lena hates the stereo and all it stands for; she argues it is outdated, and they have numerous pieces of technology that are less bulky and fully able to connect to radio stations. But Kara keeps it around anyway, because she still likes buying CD’s (and maybe to bother Lena, which is a bonus).

Blink-182 is playing on that alternative station Alex likes. Kara cranks it up as she cooks, singing under her breath as she sautes bell peppers and onions, ignoring the rumble of her stomach and the tight belt of her work pants still digging into her hips. “Say it ain’t so, I will not go,” she practically yells, poking her head into the fridge for the tofu that Lena always keeps. Kara personally won’t touch the stuff, but Lena is trying to eat less meat. It cuts up easily enough, even though Kara isn’t sure what the proper technique is.

She leaves the finished plate and drink outside after it’s done, rapping on Lena’s door in tune with The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army,” and then finally has some dinner herself. Since the tofu is unappetizing, Kara stores the rest of the stir fry in a container for Lena to take for lunch, and opts for a sandwich. She eats while scrolling through her notifications (she owes Nia twenty bucks, and so far Nia has been clogging up her phone with Venmo requests all well over $500), and keeps the radio on just for background noise.

That’s probably why she doesn’t even notice when Lena approaches; Kara has barely begun to type a text to Nia swearing to bring some cash next time she visits when a sharp voice declares,

“You confuse me.”

Which. Is not at all what Kara expected from her usually empty kitchen. And, caught exceptionally off guard, she nearly falls off her chair. “What the—Lena,” she sputters, righting herself. Unfortunately, the crust of her sandwich is a casualty of the surprise, and she watches as it crumples devastatingly on the floor.

Lena is not half as concerned about the fate of her dinner, and she stalks forward to jab a finger at Kara’s chest. “You confuse me,” she repeats.

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Um, okay,” she says. “…why?”

A strange, strangled noise rises from Lena’s mouth, and she appears angrier than Kara has ever seen. (Well, except for that one time that Kara did laundry and flooded the apartment laundromat, which had other pissed off tenants leaving mean messages for two weeks straight). “Because,” angrier-than-usual Lena says, “you do shit like cook food for me and don’t even say anything.”

“What do you want me to say?” Kara frowns, not sure where this conversation is going. “If you want I can start saying ‘Hey Lena, I made dinner’ every time.”

“You and I don’t do dinner,” Lena says, and it sounds like an accusation. “Every time I get off the phone, you decide to leave food outside my door. Why? What on Earth compels you to do that?”

“Because you’re always upset afterwards,” Kara says slowly. “And I thought you could use some cheering up, or at least a drink.”

“Whiskey,” Lena notes. “It’s always whiskey. And it’s never a cheap brand.”

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, gesturing pointedly to Lena’s designer work clothes (that she never seems to be without; Kara’s not sure Lena even owns pajamas). “You would probably accuse me of poisoning you if I gave you anything less.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “You don’t owe me anything,” she says. “So whatever this is, you can stop it.”

“What do you mean, ‘whatever this is’?” Kara repeats incredulously. “I’m just being nice!”

“I never asked you to be ‘nice’!”

Kara exhales, and reminds herself that it is illegal to strangle people. Especially since she is Lena’s roommate, and will therefore be suspect #1. Kara has never been a violent person, but her roommate just manages to test her limits.

“Look,” Kara says patiently, “I give you my sister’s whiskey, and she doesn’t care because she is trying to give up drinking. And I’m not a frequent cook or anything, but I can still throw together a plate because I know you don’t cook at all. That’s it! I don’t have a hidden agenda, or some secret plot here. I’m just being friendly.”

“We are not friends, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “And I know exactly what this is, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.”

God, what an insufferable—“Okay, know-it-all,” Kara says, instead of the ruder words echoing through her head. “What am I doing?”

Lena’s jaw clenches noticeably. “You pity me,” she accuses. “You look down at my relationship with my family, and—and I don’t want your sympathy, or your stupid food, anymore.”

“If you wanted me to back off, that’s fine,” Kara says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But I don’t pity you, or feel sorry for you. Heck, with your track record, I’d feel more sympathy for your family. They seem to be on the other end of some nasty phone calls.”

Lena’s expression darkens. “You don’t know my family.”

“I don’t know you very well, either,” Kara retorts, and she turns back to her phone where three new Venmo requests are waiting (two of them well in the thousands range; Nia must think she’s hilarious). “Message received, okay? I’ll leave you alone.”

At first, Kara assumes that's the end of it—assumes that Lena is going to stalk off, and leave a strongly worded post-it on the fridge later that night for Kara to wake up to. That has always been how their relationship works; they fight, reiterate how much they hate living together, and go right back to ignoring each other.

But Lena doesn't walk away. Instead she sighs, and at that unexpected sound Kara looks up just in time to catch Lena frowning. “I—” Lena begins, and then she pauses uncomfortably before getting the words out. “I'm...sorry. I have been having the worst day, and it’s—it’s rude of me to take it out on you.”

“Okay,” says Kara dumbly, because she’s not sure what to respond. Lena never apologizes. Ever. It’s about as rare as, well, Kara actually doing her chores on time. “Thanks?”

Lena bites her lip, glances away. “You’re welcome,” she says stiffly. And this time she leaves—leaves, and abandons the plate of food Kara left her on the edge of the table.

Kara looks down at her phone. There are ten texts waiting from Nia, and about double that of Venmo requests. But she can’t shake the feeling that she is forgetting something, and it’s more than a twenty dollar bill. “Wait,” she blurts out, “Lena. What—what does that mean? You were an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back, so why are you apologizing?”

“Well, you are more than welcome to apologize too,” Lena says, pausing in the kitchen doorway. She has a quizzical expression on her face, a kind of raw confusion that Kara has never seen before. Without the sharp clenched jaw and the angry eyes, she’s…just a girl. A girl, with a nervous tic of wringing her fingers together. A girl, despite her guarded nature, who is gazing right back at Kara as if she has no right to.

“Do you want me to apologize to you?”

A beat. “Not really,” Lena says. “I don’t—want that. You’re right, you don’t know me. Or my family. We’re nothing to each other, and I can’t expect you to know how complicated my relationship with them is.”

“Still,” Kara says, and she scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly at the sudden flush of guilt that overtakes her. “I am sorry. It was rude of me to, um, say that. Like if your family is a bunch of serial killers, who am I to say you’re worse than that?”

Lena scrunches her nose in a manner that is sort of cute. “Serial killers? Really?”

Kara shrugs—aiming for casual—and really that just looks like attempting nonchalance when suddenly she’s consumed with thoughts about how pretty her roommate is. “Like you said,” she says, “I don’t know your family.”

And, surprisingly, all Lena does is smile. A real smile, the kind that Kara has never witnessed, barely soft and just kind enough. “They’re not,” she says, and unnecessarily clarifies, “serial killers.”

“That you know of,” Kara points out, and Lena’s cautious smile becomes something fuller. That is the only thing that gives Kara the courage to add, “So, now that we have covered the whole you’re not your family thing, are you really not going to have dinner? I cooked tofu for you and everything!”

“You didn’t have to,” Lena argues, because she is defensive to a fault. But she falters immediately after, and sighs again, albeit in a more mellowed tone. “What I meant to say is, I really don’t need you to keep cooking for me. I’m fine.”

“Well what if I want to cook for you?” Kara says, and that is her own fault: she is ready to argue to protect her (noble) intentions. “We don’t have to be friends, if it terrifies you that much—”

“It does not terrify me—”

“—but we can be friendly,” Kara offers, and it’s a testament to her newfound appreciation for her roommate that she manages to even make a sentence. “If you want.”

Lena tilts her head, considering, and this time when she smiles it is curious. “If you knew what I wanted, Kara Danvers,” she says, “your delicate sensibilities would blush to their roots.” And with that odd goodbye, she eventually takes her leave; however, she does take the plate of stir fry with her, so Kara guesses that means they’re on their way to being friendly, if anything.

[aftrglwed]

paper rings | ELEVEN: solo stream

summary: twitch streamer y/n l/n, known online as pixvie, has pushed her feelings down for her best friend, dream, for as long as she can remember. little does she know, dream has been doing the same. what happens when they both finally confess to one another?

masterlist | next

an hour later y/n was sitting at her pc, watching people flood into her chat as her starting soon screen was on display. her chat consisted of greetings from all her followers and an enormous amount of love from them all.

deciding the notification had gone out by now, she decided to unmute however, she kept the starting soon screen up for a few minutes extra. “hi chat! how are we today?”

mianotfound: hi!

pixviegf: y/n!!!! hello <3

“i’m thinking of doing some just chatting and maybe later we can play something chill? like animal crossing perhaps, does that sound good chat?”

dtluv: chill stream woo

she read through her chat, it being easier than it would normally be with slow mode being on.

y/nangel: are text to speech donos on?

“yes! text to speech donos are on for $15,” she removed her starting soon screen and made her face cam come into view to her stream. she let a smile find it’s way onto her face before continuing, “if you do want to send a dono - which you don’t have to - please don’t send any hate to myself or any creators or anything weird in the dono.”

y/n let out a yawn, as she continued to chat with her followers.

hi y/n

her eyes widened, “dream what!” letting out a nervous laugh, she reread the notification of the dono. “$500?? are you crazy? dream! thank you for the dono oh my.”

i’m not crazy, just giving money to a friend :) normal stuff, y/n.

another $500 dono from him came through, her jaw dropping as she stifled out another laugh. “dream!! no more.”

last one, promise

she shocked look on her face not disappearing as she read the notification that read ‘dream donated $1000’.

muting the stream and putting up her be right back screen, she pulled out her phone. getting ready to send him a text.

once she came back, she noticed more and more messages weren’t as positive. this caused her to sigh - not wanting to start any drama, especially after what went on over the last month.

ellawastaken: lmao we know ur just using dream

poppy_xx: ur so boring, no wonder u need dream for content

rileyxd: ur so weird why does dream still hang out with u 😭

rubbing her eyes, she hid her chat - deciding to let her mods handle this due to her loss of motivation from all the negative mentions that came through. “this was fun chat!”

“i think i’m gonna end stream now, but thanks for joining angels,” she looked through her following list, trying to find a friend to raid.

“okay chat, i’m gonna send you guys to tina.” getting ready to start the raid, she said her goodbye’s for tonight.

“send her my love!! love you all, we’ll chat soon.” and with that, she sent her viewers to tina’s stream before quickly ending her own.

hi

taglist (closed): @3sriracha @emmasjxlian @alice-w0rld @fo-love @iamahallucinationnn @isimpforeveryone @danny-devitowo @rexit-mo @ozdramaqueen @thesagewitchh @vlitch @kindaawhoreforholland @m00nsthet1c @milkywqze @socially-blue @malihana @xosimrannn @washy-washy @megaanra @darylthekidd​ @yohlin @inkyynki​ @honestlyidfkugh​ @marimorena06​ @alice-went-away​ @sufloerfs​ @aestherielleee @404reads @not-shy-nanya @itisjustpaula

[the-iceni-bitch]

Taking Photos for a Card

Ninja and Puppy’s First Christmas

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~500

Summary: Who would’ve thought your man would be such a bitch about matching sweaters?

Warnings: explicit language, implied smut, fluff, cranky Ransom, 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I can’t get enough of these two. They’re so fucking cute.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

“I cannot believe you’re making me do this.”

“You bought the sweaters, what did you think was going to happen?” You scooped up Niamh when she rubbed herself on your legs and screamed at you, cooing over how cute she looked as you rubbed Fionn’s ears with your free hand. “Now get down here, or I’m going to make you wear elf ears.”

Ransom was giving you the bitchiest pout when he finally came out of the bedroom, muttering to himself as he walked down the stairs while you just grinned at him. Fionn trotted to greet him and he gave the dog some grudging scratches, shrugging uncomfortably when you reached out your hand to him and letting you drag him towards the fireplace where you had set up the decorations.

“This is ridiculous, why the fuck are we even doing this?” He groaned when you handed him the cat so you could set up the camera, scratching her cheek when she head butted him and meowed loudly.

“Because, I need one for the charity card, Harlan wants one for the publishing house’s newsletter, and you had to be all cute and soft and get all of us matching sweaters for Christmas.” You made sure everyone was in the shot and moved back to Ransom, winding an arm around his waist and nuzzling at his shoulder when he just grumbled. “Come on, give me a smile puppy.”

“I don’t wanna smile, this is stupid.” He grumbled when he heard the shutter click, trying to fight the urge to smile when you squeezed his ribs a little right in his ticklish spot. “Don’t.”

“Smile and I won’t.” You tickled him again and nibbled at his neck when the shutter snapped again, grinning when he let out a shaky huff. “Give it to me and I’ll suck your dick.”

He let out a deep breath and gazed at you, softening at the mischievous look you were giving him while you bit your lip. It’s not like he could stop the smile that split his face when you were looking at him like that, warmth spreading through his chest as he gazed lovingly at you.

“Fine.” The shutter clicked again while you were still staring at each other, warm grins on your faces as you looked into each other’s eyes. “That counts.”

“But… Ran!” You squealed when he set the cat down and immediately wrapped his arms around you, the animals scampering off as he bit at your neck and drew your skirt up around your waist. “You weren’t even looking at the camera, and it’s still going!”

“Good.” Ransom undid his jeans and stepped out of them as he lifted you to wind your legs around his hips, pressing your back against the warm stones of the fireplace as he gave his cock a few slow strokes and lined himself up. “Put this on your fucking Christmas card.”

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

I answered your get to know me 20 questions and I want to get to know you better too! So I compiled a 20 list of some questions I thought were interesting (some are from the list you sent me because I liked them too). If you don’t want to answer them or answer them publicly that’s okay!

1. What’s your go-to guilty pleasure?

2. What’s your favorite quote from a tv show/movie/book?

3. What’s one thing that can instantly make your day better?

4. If you could have any exotic animal as a pet, what would it be?

5. What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?

6. What are you most proud of in the last year?

7. A place you want to visit?

8. What fictional character do you relate to the most?

9. Top 5 wrestlers?

10. Favorite book?

11. What fandoms are you part of besides wrestling?

12. Favorite movie?

13. Non-wrestler celebrity crush?

14. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

15. Favorite singer/band?

16. Favorite holiday?

17. What’s your favorite story trope?

18. What do you find most attractive in a person?

19. Sunny days or storms?

20. Cutest kiss? (Forehead, cheek, hand, etc.)

1. I honestly have no guilty pleasure so to speak. In real life, I am known as the nerdy book lover who knows every Disney movie by heart and has a collection of almost 500 Funko Pops. I am a walking guilty pleasure. BUT not many people know I love wrestling, mostly because I dread the "two talks":

a) But do you know it's fake?!?!?

(And because I'm a girl)

b) So you watch it for the hot naked guys?!?!

That being said, I am currently outing myself as wrestling fan because all I wear are my FTR shirts on repeat and people ask me about it.

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2. One?! You're killing me! Okay, I can do a top 4:

“You're mad, bonkers, completely off your head, but I'll tell you a secret... all of the best people are.”

Alice in Wonderland

"Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart."

The Last Unicorn (I actually have this tattooed around my wrist)

"Curiousity is the strongest force in the universe because it can overcone the two strongest braking forces in the universe: reason, and fear."

The City of Dreaming Books (losely translated by me)

Never cowardly or cruel. Never give up. Never give in .

Doctor Who

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3. Our dogs greeting me when I come home, the smell of freshly mowed lawn, and having some comments/notifications on my writing.

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4. I am not that much into owning an exotic animal. I like fluffy cute ones that I can pet and cuddle...so, if you want to count it as exotic, definitely a fennec. Those huge ears. And they're foxes 🤩

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5. Decaydance Fest 2007. My three favorite bands at the time in one evening: Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is, and Cobra Starship. I was in heaven. And at the end of it, I got to meet the singer of CS, Gabe Saporta. Such a nice guy, and to this day, the only celebrity I've met.

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6. Oh my...a tough call. I am generally never proud of anything, because I am a rather mediocre person. Okay at a lot of things, but not good at anything specific. If you're calling me out like this, I'll say this: I am proud I finally started writing (again). Is it my anchor in stormy weather.

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7. The Holy Trinity of places I want to visit: Chicago, Ireland, Iceland.

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8. The first that came to my mind is Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. A weirdo, a loner, but a dedicated friend. I love her so much.

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9. No. 1 will forever be Cash Wheeler/FTR. Because these two little shitheads helped me so much with conquering my depression. For years, I haven't done anything I've enjoyed in the past. And they got me back into writing and drawing. And I've met some of the greatest people because we share the love for FTR. I basically owe them every good thing I have in life right now. ( I always get so freaking emotional when it's about these two)

No. 2: Christian Cage. My first real wrestling crush, and I still love him today

No. 3: Trent Beretta. He's just so criminally underrated. I feel like everybody is sleeping on him. And he is so hilarious. And gorgeous.

No. 4: MJF. Everything he touches turns to gold. And he's still so young. It's only gonna get better from here on. And I can't wait to see what he can do.

No. 5: Kenny Omega. I have said it before, but there is just something about the way he moves in the ring. It's almost poetic. I get mezmerized every time he wrestles.

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10. RUMO by Walter Moers. It's just so beautiful. Everything about it. But literally any of his Zamonia books are wonderful. I could ramble on about it forever it, but I'm biting my tongue right now.

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11. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, Marvel, Batman, and Disney are my main thing. And the Zamonia fandom mentioned above.

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12. It's either Edward Scissorhands (first movie that made me cry because I connected so much with Edward) or V for Vendetta. And, of course, the Lord of the Rings movies.

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13. Chris Evans.

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14. First a vet, until I realized I had to put animals down. So no, thank you. Then a lawyer, but I'm too stupid for that, then a profiler. But that wasn't a real thing in Germany back in the day.

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15. Fall Out Boy. I've loved them since I was a teenager, and I've grown up with them. I will (hopefully) never get sick of them.

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16. I wish Halloween had been a thing here in Germany when I was younger. I would've loved getting all dressed up. In my heart, I just know it's my favorite holiday, even though I've never REALLY celebrated it.

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17. Hmmm, I don't know. Pining? What I do love are slowburn stories. Because although I can imagine crushing on someone right away, it will forever be a mystery to me how people can fall in love so fast. I'm such a slow person with this... probably why my ass is still single, noone has enough time for slow me.

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18. The two sexiest traits in my opinion: humor and intelligence. There is nothing hotter than a guy that can make me laugh and have a deep conversation with me about anything. That's borderline orgasmic.

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19. Storms. I'm not sure if one can tell by my writing *cough*, but I am not a summer, beach type of Person. I get a sunburn so easily, I even once had a heatstroke. No fun. The sun just doesn't like me all that much.

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20. An ex always kissed the tip of my nose. It was so intimate and innocent at the same time. And I am such a sucker for temple kisses. I love these so much, that's probably why they're in almost every fanfic I ever wrote.

[mashep23]

Traffic Jam Session

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: +1.5K

Warnings: Nat being ridiculously confident and flirtatious? I think that deserves a warning. This is just pure self-indulgent fluff.

Summary: Stuck in a traffic jam, another commuter requests that you turn your music up

Inspired by this meet-cute prompt:

We are caught in an extreme traffic jam and have been sitting next to each other, parked, for the last five minutes. Your radio is playing my absolute favorite song so I ask you to turn it up. We spend the rest of the slow traffic aggressively singing along to the music at each other.

Prompt list found here

A/N: I tweaked the prompt just a little, hope it's still enjoyable. This was so much fun to write!

Thank you to @river-soul for her incredible beta skills and endless patience 😭❤️ and @whisperlullaby for workshopping with me 💗

Disclaimer: gif not mine

It's a decently warm day, sunny and clear, and the azure blue sky is dotted sparsely with clouds. A breeze blows through the car windows, playing with the feathers on your dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror while you're stuck in traffic. You had been creeping along for the better part of 20 minutes, but you've been at a standstill now for almost five.

Typically one to drive home in silence to decompress, today the stillness and lack of road noise makes you want to turn on some music instead. Since nothing playing on the local stations feels right, you sync your car Bluetooth with your phone and scroll through your music streaming apps. A playlist you made simply entitled "Happy" seems to fit your mood and the gorgeous weather so you press Shuffle All and settle back in your seat.

The soothing, light-hearted Put Your Records On filters through the speakers and you can't help the smile that curves your lips as you close your eyes. Propping your arm on the window, head on your hand, you bask in the sun's warmth. You periodically crack open an eye to check on the car in front of you but there's no change. Everyone on the road has parked and resigned themselves to the long wait.

Your playlist contains a wide variety of genres, cherry-picked songs that unfailingly lift your mood. They're radio hits, usually well-known songs, and easy to sing along with. You happily bop your way through your playlist, getting a little more energetic, singing along to each song.

Walking on Sunshine just finishes and the next song is cueing when you hear a sweet voice ask lowly, "Do you mind turning it up a little?" You grin and twist the volume knob so I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) plays louder before looking to the eavesdropper that's enjoying your tunes.

Holy shit. How did you not notice the car next to you? There is no way they were there the whole time. They're all beautiful. Two men, two women - blondie is driving, two brunettes are in the back seat, and a redhead is in the passenger seat. She was the one that spoke and she grins gratefully, leaning closer, head tilted out the window. You turn it up a little more as she starts singing along.

You grin widely and start singing with her. Her companions in the car laugh and join in good naturedly, cheering as the two of you belt the call-and-answer part of the song.

When the song ends, you're both breathlessly laughing, smiles wide. You turn your stereo volume down even as the next song starts to play and stretch out for a high five. She gives your hand a satisfying slap as she laughs joyfully.

"That was so fun! Thank you so much, I love that song."

"I do too! You're a great partner! And the back-ups were awesome!" You playfully finger-gun point at the driver and backseat passengers. They cheerfully laugh and thank you. You don't remember the last time you smiled this hard.

"I'm glad you didn't mind - I could barely hear it. I had Steve try to get closer but that didn't really help much, so I just decided to ask you." She gives you a sheepish but pleased smile and you return it.

"Oh no I don't mind! I haven't had this much fun in ages!" You can't seem to stop smiling but maybe it's okay because she's smiling at you, too.

"I'm Nat," she says suddenly, and you don't hesitate to tell her your name. She repeats it quietly, still smiling softly at you.

There's a stretch of silence, you're both just looking at each other and one of her friends clear their throat, causing you both to blink. You think maybe you should be embarrassed but she doesn't appear fazed in the slightest.

"In the spirit of introductions, hello beautiful. I'm Sam." The male brunette sitting behind Nat says smoothly after his light cough. "This is Wanda, up there is Steve." He gestures to the woman beside him and to the driver, respectively.

Your gaze never leaves Nat. You can't tear your eyes from her even as Sam speaks, catching the quick tightness around the edges of her mouth before it relaxes again as you smile and respond to her rather than Sam.

"It's nice to meet you," you say sincerely to Nat. Her answering pleased expression as she returns the sentiment warms you. A pleasant tightness fills your chest as her lips quirk at something Sam mutters under his breath. The woman next to him, Wanda, laughs quietly.

"So, you know, we're gonna be here for a while. Let's see what else you got to listen to." Nat grins expectantly at you with a raised brow and you mirror her expression as you turn the knob.

You're pretty sure you've found your soulmate when her eyes spark in delight and she belts along effortlessly to Sweet Caroline, arms spreading dramatically as she almost nails the driver, Steve, in his face with the back of her hand. Sam and Wanda cackle as he shoves her arm away in mock affront and she sticks her tongue out at him.

You can't help but laugh at their antics, watching her perform, directing her friends' involvement ("bah, bah, bahh") before she turns to you ("so good, so good, so good!"). This is quickly becoming one of the best times you've ever had.

The song continues, both of you sharing the lead, absolutely ridiculous and uncaring of the scene you're making. If anyone in the surrounding cars felt disgruntled at the impromptu concert, you'd never know it. The girl in the car next to you has your undivided attention.

You're not sure how long it's been, how many songs you've played and sang along to, but after a while, traffic slowly creeps to life. Steve taps Nat on the arm during a lull between songs and you lower the volume as she turns to him. He gestures at the line of cars ahead, the ones directly in front still unmoving but in the distance you see brake lights releasing, vehicles rolling forward.

She turns back to you, chewing the inside of her lip as she looks at you thoughtfully. She seems to make a decision and reaches her hand out to you.

"Here, let me see your phone real quick." She makes a single gimme motion, fingers flicking closed then open as you hand the device over. Your lips spread into a wide smile at the triumphant look that crosses her face.

She beams at you before dropping her gaze to the phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen. You hear an unfamiliar notification tone and she pulls a phone from her lap, holding it up to show you.

"I text myself from your phone. Now we have each other's numbers. I wanna be able to call you later." She's unabashedly smug as she hands your phone back and you wonder if your face shows just how pleased you are.

You look down at the message thread she left open for you, the unsaved number displayed at the top.

"Traffic Jam Hottie 😍"

The single line of text and emoji sent from your phone to the number makes you bite your lip and shyly cover your smile with your fingertips. You look at her with raised eyebrows and she correctly interprets your unasked question and shrugs.

"That's your contact name. I'll probably never change it, not even after we get married."

It's sly and nonchalant, how she slips that in there, smooth as you please. Your jaw drops and her friends all seem to choke on air but her gaze, locked on you, is unwavering. The flirtatious expression on her face is simultaneously sincere and mischievous as she watches for your reaction.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, your chest feels tight and pleasantly warm. Your smile stretches so wide your cheeks hurt as she winks and you're so giddy, you don't care how eager you look in this moment.

You quickly save her contact information and smirk, wiggling your phone at her.

"I'd hope not. I think having matching contact info is pretty cute and kinda romantic. A fun story for the wedding toasts." You grin cheekily.

Her expression shifts, full of mischief, a quirk of her eyebrow that makes your breath hitch and sets your heart racing as her friends whoop with glee at your banter. Her lips spread in a sly smile and you can't help but return it. You're positive you've never smiled this much in your life.

Too soon, the gridlock lets up and you both start moving with traffic. The cars in front of you begin to roll, the lane speeds varying enough to cause you to separate. She's still grinning at you as they get further ahead. You can faintly hear their teasing and you catch a glimpse of her profile, smiling and laughing, before she's no longer visible.

They take an exit as you continue on and you barely have a moment to mourn that they're out of view before your phone vibrates in your lap. Picking it up, you grin madly at the screen, the contact "Traffic Jam Hottie 😍" scrolling across the top.

Accepting the call, you hear it connect through you car speakers, her friends still audible in the background. Your heart stutters when she purrs her greeting.

"Hey hottie."

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Tagging some of my amazing discord family: @buckyownsmylife @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog