#but again it is now the second time I've been a tad frustrated with the danish health care system (especially the gender clinic)

[micahthemoon]

August 13 2023

It’s 11 pm and I am getting ever more tempted to go private with my top surgery. It is times like these where I hyperfocus on stupid things like whether my chin is getting too big and if that means I am gaining weight and losing my one chance to get a surgery spot in two freaking years that gets me thinking: maybe I don’t need this pressure on myself? Hopefully I can keep the semi-good habits while not fearing every pound I might gain. Going private of course will have its own struggles, idk.

[anon-amiss]

Wally x Frustrated!Artist Reader

(Platonic or Romantic)

Summary:

Reader has had a frustrating day with people saying mean things about their art. Wally proceeds to comfort them. Context: Reader may enter and exit Welcome Home, the show, at their own free will. There will be another oneshot to explain this for the future. Trigger Warnings?: Some angst(??), unsolicited criticism, sad reader :(

You just about had it. You didn't know whether you wanted to cry or yell, but it was tempting to do either. You held your sketchbook tight to your body, walking away from the scene to avoid any possible outburst you would have had if you'd stayed any longer.

You remembered how it all started. You had just finished a drawing you made, colouring, shading, and all. It was beautiful to stare at. You couldn't even believe you made it. Of course there might have been a few mistakes here and there, but it was still so gorgeous to you.

You were at the library with some buddies, so it was expected one of them would have taken notice of your attention's sudden ensnarement caused by the paper in front of you. They looked over and poked your shoulder.

You focused your attention back to them and gave a quiet hum, tilting your head in the process.

"What're you doing?" They asked, peering over at the paper.

"Oh! I just finished a drawing! I guess I just couldn't keep my eyes off it, huh?" You responded, placing your hand on your neck and rubbing it with some embarrassment. They gave a light chuckle and stared back at the drawing, before looking to you and smiling.

"It looks great!"

You perked up and felt your heart flutter. "Really?" You were sincerely glad to hear this, knowing how much you've been struggling to gain confidence in your art. They nodded and continued staring. "I was thinking of posting it online! I really like the way I did the lineart and colours on this! It's the first time I felt this proud of anything I've made, really!"

"Yeah, totally! I mean, I don't think a lot of people will really give it a like, but it's still really good!"

Your smile faltered if only for a second. "Uh, yeah?" Now what the hell did that mean?

"I mean, it's good. It's just that I don't think the algorithm will make it as popular as you think."

You felt your cheeks flush, a deep pit forming in your stomach. You felt as if you made a big mistake. "Um... Yeah. I guess."

They noticed your newly formed grimace and hummed. "Again, it's not bad. I don't get why you look so devastated."

You felt taken aback by their comment and scoffed. "Well, I know what you mean by the algorithm and all, but you don't think it's just a tad messed up to say something like that- like-- out of no where?"

"Not really. I mean, I said it's good. I'm not going to say it's a masterpiece or whatever if that's what you're asking me to do. There's still some mistakes like how the lighting is going off from different directions and stuff."

"Wow, um, okay. I didn't ask you to do a single thing, but alright."

"I just don't get why you're so upset. I told you it's good."

You nodded and got up from your seat, pushing the chair in behind you and grabbing your belongings. "Sorry, you're right. I'm just gonna go home now."

"Uh, alright."

That's when you left. You really didn't want to apologize, but you sure as hell knew that if you stayed and argued, they would have probably said some more upsetting things. They would have gotten frustrated with you, and that would have made you feel guilty. You knew you weren't the wrong one in this kerfuffle, but you still felt the heaviness of the words they had told you.

When you got home, you immediately walked into your room with the same deep weight in your heart. You couldn't stop thinking of their words. To hear the validation only to be hit with a backhanded comment like that felt like if someone just handed you a two question based homework assignment with sub-questions.

You lifted the drawing from your chest and stared at it, looking at the inconsistent lighting, your eyes darting back and forth from the once excellent linework to the botched details of the small things like colouring outside the lines.

Maybe you shouldn't post this.

You gave a heavy sigh and felt your face droop.

You sat on your bed and stared at the ground, pondering for a moment before a loud ring began to encroach on your hearing. You shot your eyes to the red telephone on your desk. You almost forgot. You grabbed your sketchbook and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

You closed your eyes right before the bright, flashing colours could hinder your vision, opening them only a second later to find yourself at Home. In Home, to be more exact.

You sighed in relief, seeing a figure run up to you excitedly.

"Hello, neighbour!"

It was Wally. You almost forgot about your deal. You promised to visit him every day at a specific time, or at the least check up with him, in exchange for the promise that he would not leave Home. (This was out of fear of what they would do to him if someone figured out he was a sentient muppet.)

"Hi, Wally," you greeted back, walking up to him with less energy than usual.

"I was worried when you didn't call right on time. I waited, but after ten more minutes, I thought I should call you myself. I hope that's okay?" He sounded so full of guilt. You couldn't help but give him a soft smile.

He was always trying his best to make sure you weren't upset with him. Part of you felt like maybe it was because you were the only person he had contact with in the real world and would be afraid of driving you away, but another part of you felt like maybe it was just second nature to him. He was one of the most genuinely caring personalities you've met.

"Aw, Wally. Of course it's okay. I find it sweet, honestly. I'm sorry for not calling sooner. I sort of um..." You stared at your sketchbook and faltered. "I was caught up in some business."

You switched your focus to him and chuckled. "It won't happen again. I promise."

"Im glad to hear that, neighbour!" Wally's gaze was fixated on you intently. An uncomfortable silence weaving its way into a brightly colourful world full of friendy critters and muppets seemed impossible, really, but here you were, waiting patiently for the solace of any action or word to appear, only to find nothing in return.

It felt like the world was paused, with you and Wally being the only inhabitants with the ability to wander as you pleased.

"So what's happ-"

"Are you okay?" Wally interrupted, his unending smile still resting on his face.

You found this question odd at first. Were you being that obvious?

"Um.. Honestly?- I'm not as happy as I should be right now. Sorry if it was noticeable."

"Don't apologize, dear! It's only natural to feel upset! Did something happen?" Wally made his way to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to show you that he was here for you.

You exhaled with a smile. He was really considerate. You only knew him for about three weeks now, and he was still so kind to you.

"Well, it's a bit of a long story."

"I have all the time in Home!"

You chuckled and nodded, setting yourself down on the nearby grass with ease. "Alright, well.." You placed your sketchbook down next to you as Wally copied your action, sitting across from you with an engaged gaze. "I was really happy about something I made today, and I thought I did a great job."

Wally nodded as you spoke.

"I'm not usually ever happy with stuff I do, so this was really exciting for me," you continued, staring down at your sketchbook and lifting it up to meet your vision. "One of the people I knew came up to me and told me that it was good, so I was obviously excited, but then they said something that kind of hurt, and when they noticed that what they said hurt, they just kept saying more mean things."

You stared at the drawing and sighed. You looked back at Wally and gave him a sort of displeasured look. "I left, and now I can't stop thinking about what they said, so now I'm just lost on whether or not I was right to feel as happy as I did the first time I saw my fully made work."

Wally nodded and tilted his head, redirecting his concentration to the drawing pad you held. "Did you draw something?" He inquired with a softer tone. You nodded in response.

He hummed and looked back at you. "Would it be okay if I took a look?"

You hesitated for the smallest moment before nodding. You shouldn't have to give it a second thought. Wally was an artist like you, so maybe he would understand a bit more. He reached out, gently grabbing onto the book and staring at the recent page you used.

"...No critiques please," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed that you even had to ask that. Wally's pupils seemed to be moving fast. You tried reading his expression, worrying a little bit when you realized how hard that actually was.

"It's.. It's so beautiful."

You exhaled with a big smile. "Really?" You tried not to get your hopes up this time, so you dialed your excitement back down a bit.

Wally kept staring at the drawing, his eyes never seemed to stop moving. It was as if he was trying to memorize it for himself in the future.

"Of course it is! This colour.. This design! It's wondeful! I'm really astonished, dear! I don't understand how anyone could ever say such crude things about this!" He sat up straight, looking at you with a wider smile than before, his pupils larger than ever. "Why, I'm so proud to have such a creative and talented neighbour like you! I really have no words! I'd frame this if possible!"

Overwhelmed with joy, you began to giggle and tear up. This was a lot for you. Wally really seemed to love it, and it was more than enough to fill the pit in your stomach with butteflies. You felt like your heart would have fluttered out of your mouth if he continued any longer.

He said he was proud to have you as a neighbour.

It could almost make you cry, and without realizing, you did.

Wally jumped at this reaction and set the drawing down. "I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?" He scooted closer to you, feeling very concerned about his words. As he was getting closer, you pushed your body forward and wrapped him a tight hug. He let out a noise of surprise before going limp in your arms.

"Sorry, you did nothing wrong, I'm just so happy!" You held onto him tight. Wally chuckled and nuzzled his head on your shoulder.

"I'm happy you're happy, neighbour!"

You let go after half a minute and wiped your tears away. Wally regained his motion again, grabbing the sketchbook and handing it to you.

"We should definitely draw together sometime, dear! You're very talented! If there's one thing I would want to tell you, it's that you should never doubt your skills, especially if you're proud of what you've made! I'm sorry someone said something terrible to you. You shouldn't pay any attention to them," he rambled, planting a hand on your leg as you took the drawing pad back.

"Don't worry too much about that, I feel much better now that you've helped me," you replied, fiddling with the pages of your book. "You always know what to say."

He nodded and stared deep into your eyes, the world going silent once again as you began to notice this eye contact. "I love to see you smile."

Your face flushed. "I.. Um, thanks! I love your smile too!" He continued staring and sighed, his eyelids beginning to droop ever-so-slightly. You felt yourself become at ease. Normally, you'd feel uncomfortable with staring at someone for too long, but he was hard to look away from. You oddly felt tired.

You cleared your throat. "So about that collaboration," you blurted.

"Oh, yes! What time would you like to draw?" Wally asked, perking up and smiling greatly.

"We could now, if you want." You simpered at his mannerisms. He acted like an excited puppy. His pupils dilated as you finished your sentence.

"Nothing would make me happier!"

"Then let's get goin'!"

You both got up from the grassy spot and headed towards his home with more bounce in your step than ever.

"I love you, neighbour!" Wally exclaimed.

"I love you too, Wally."

End.

Notes: There may be some minor spelling mistakes here and there, so feel free to correct me on that stuff. This is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr, so sorry if the format is weird.

This story is kinda based on something that actually happened to me (besides the wally part lol, that would have been cool). I decided, why not share with other people who experienced similar things?

Asks and requests are open, so feel free to stop by my account and leave a request!

[maikissed]

being a girl in love

Kylian Mbappé x reader drabble, au

angst

i've literally wrote this in an hour, idk what this is, the rainy weather made me feel like this. sorry for any typos, kisses

She readjusted her skirt feeling the coldness of the seat making her skin grow numb. The girls kept giggling and rattling about some trivial things but she didn’t keep her mind on the conversation as she sat immensely focused on the boys playing football on the pitch in front of them. She acted interested in the game but kept her eyes specifically on one of them. The sight of him made her feel a tad warmer. She loved watching him play, no doubt he was the best of them.

“Oi, Kylian!” she heard one of the boys shout as he thrown his hands in the air in frustration.

She smiled when he scored. He was smart on the pitch and fast, obviously, and it made the rest of them helpless and furious. They simply couldn’t keep up with him. He’ll become a star one day, that she knew for sure.

She heard him laugh as he celebrated. For a second she thought he looked her way.

“He’s something else” a comment caught her attention and so she turned her head “And he’s very skilled, not only with his legs but also with his fingers”

She scrunched her eyebrows with confusion as she listened to her friends. Laura gasped and giggled shortly after, pulling on Lea’s arm “And you said nothing?! Did you fuck him?”

“It was this weekend, at Theo’s party, he made me come with his fingers”

She shivered and went rigid then, trying to comprehend if she heard right. She blinked fast, wondering how this unexpected information made her feel, but she felt cold back again and squished her thighs together at the thought of him with someone being so intimate. Not in excitation but repulsion. It made her slightly dizzy and uncomfortable.

“God, I want details!” Elisa jumped on her seat and it made her stand up abruptly, but the girls didn’t seem to notice her skittish reaction.

On shaky legs she strutted down the stairs to stand by the gates, closer to the players. He noticed her and smiled but she didn’t return it. The unwanted vision kept replaying itself in her mind and she felt like she might vomit any second. Why would she feel this way if she haven’t any right to this boy? Matter of fact despite the all-consuming affection she felt for him, she sensed that he never felt nor will ever feel the same for her. He treated her more like a little sister, he was friends with her older brothers after all, so it all kept on going for some time now - little sister and big brother. He would never touch her the way she’d want him to. What a pity, what a heart-breaking realisation.

“Hi” he approached her, breathing heavily.

He seemed hot, covered in sweat and she stood there almost freezing. Of course he’s been warmed up because of the game, she looked down his muscular arm. What should she do to make him look at her different? Wear shorter skirts? Paint her nails? Put some red lipstick on her lips? Fuck other guys? Maybe the last one will do, since he haven’t even noticed her becoming a woman yet, or so she thought. But she made an invisible note in her mind.

“Congratulations” she muttered with her hands crossed on her chest, her gaze hard and sharp.

What exactly did she congratulate him on? She wondered if her girlfriends watched them now.

He smirked at her nodding his head “Do you have any classes left?” he asked wiping his face with a towel.

“No, I’m going home” her voice emotionless.

“Wait for me? I was about to go see Nico now”

“I’m in a hurry” she murmured coldly.

“It’ll only take me 5 minutes”

“Bye, Kylian” she turned around feeling slightly embarrassed by her own behaviour.

Being a girl in love is not a privilege, it’s a curse and she wished she could rip her chest open to get rid of every organ inside her body that fluttered anytime she looked at him. Stupid and immature little girl.  

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty-One: Spanking Redux (Daddy Kink)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: Your vacation is drawing to a close, and you decide to give spanking a second try.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4634

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Notes:

I've decided to stop apologising for the long breaks between chapters of this fic. I love this fic, but my mission has always been to update it sporadically, whenever I feel like. That hasn't changed.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and have a happy New Year.

warnings for daddy kink (if you're not into that, I recommend you stop reading at the *** so you don't miss any plot), spanking, mentions of trauma/PTSD, nightmares, anxiety, maybe being a tad co-dependent, scars, mentions of past injury, using spit as lube, rough sex, neck grabbing, slut shaming, possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie

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Pietro had been acting edgy all day, so it wasn’t exactly surprising when you were jolted awake by a hand grabbing at your arm. You blinked, disoriented, as the world around you came into focus.

Your boyfriend was sitting upright, staring off into the distance, unseeing. His chest was rising and falling heavily. The thin strip of moonlight that fell from between the curtains was enough to see how pale he looked.

“Pietro?” you murmured sleepily, and he looked down at you suddenly, like he hadn’t realised you were there. His grip loosened on your arm at once, and he grimaced.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you?”

You were tempted to say, “I’ve had worse,” but you had a feeling that that wouldn’t make him feel any better.

Instead, you said, “I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Pietro…” Sleepiness had worn away at the tact you usually would’ve used in a situation like this. “What’s wrong?”

You understood that Pietro would tell you things in his own time. He would share his trauma when he was ready to share it. You knew all of this logically. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t sometimes frustrating. He knew everything about you, but you still felt like you’d barely scratched his surface.

And right now, you were tired, and you just wanted him to be okay.

He let out a little frustrated noise. “It’s nothing. Just a nightmare. Don’t worry about me.”

“Baby…” You stroked a hand up his forearm. His posture relaxed a little. “Lie down with me?”

“I…” He hesitated for a moment. “I don’t want to fall back asleep.”

You knew the feeling. Sometimes you had to stay awake long enough to chase the nightmare away fully before you could bear to go back to sleep. You understood that.

“You won’t. Let’s just talk, okay?”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he shuffled backwards so that he was half-propped up against the headboard. You supposed that was a reasonable compromise.

Wrapping both arms around him, you leant into him, squishing your cheek against his stomach.

“You can sleep,” he said softly, carding his fingers through your hair. “I don’t mind.”

“I’m not tired,” you lied. In truth, you just didn’t want to leave him to deal with his nightmare alone. “What was your nightmare about?” You felt his muscles tense against the skin of your face.

You were ready for him to brush you off, but instead, he said, “The usual. The night my parents died. The battle in Sokovia. The car explosion.”

His hand had drifted down to rest against the back of your neck. You could feel him tracing a scar there, the remnants of the damage that that explosion had done to your body. Tony had done an excellent job with the skin grafts, but your scars were still visible if you knew where to look.

“You still dream about that?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

“I dream about every time I almost lost you, or Wanda. It has happened… far too many times.”

You shifted so that you could sit up and look him in the eye. His hand fell from your neck, so you grabbed hold of it and guided it back up there.

Under the moonlight, you took in the sight of him. Although he looked nowhere near as exhausted as he had done at the beginning of your vacation, he did look sad. His eyes were glassy. In that moment, you wanted to destroy everything and anything that had ever hurt him.

“I dream about the battle of Sokovia too,” you breathed. “I barely knew you then, but I knew I didn’t want you to die.”

“I was a little bit obsessed with you from the moment I first saw you,” he said, huffing out a laugh. “It would be embarrassing if you weren’t my girlfriend now.”

“Really?”

“Really. I thought it was just a stupid crush that would go away with time, but then you had to go and save my life, and I knew I was screwed.”

You giggled, feeling suddenly very warm. His skin was hot everywhere it was touching yours. You pressed your lips to his. His free hand skimmed up under your vest to rest on the bare skin of your waist.

“For the record,” you murmured. “I thought you were an arrogant asshole when we first met. An annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”

He tipped his hand back to look at you again, a half-smirk on his lips. “And now?”

“Now? Now you’re my annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”

He pinched your hip and you squealed, jolting forward so you were half in his lap. Your thigh brushed over his crotch, and it was clear that his dick was starting to take an interest in the conversation.

You pressed your hand against him through his boxers, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was getting there.

You shifted yourself into a kneeling position and slid your hand under his waistband.

“Prinţesă- Ah.” He cut himself off with a gasp.

“What was that?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. The hand that was at your waist moved around behind you and slipped down the back of your underwear, squeezing your ass hard. It was your turn to gasp.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he murmured, kneading at the dough of your ass with one hand. You tipped forward, pressing your forehead against his as you redoubled your grip on his cock, sliding your hand up and down. “Just wanted to play with my cock, didn’t you?”

What you really wanted to do was suck him off, but he didn’t seem keen on relinquishing his grip on you, and the lube was out of reach, so you let go of his cock for just long enough to spit in your hand, and then went back to jerking him off.

“You can’t get enough of it,” he said, and then kissed you, drawing you closer to him. You were straddling his thigh now, using both hands to jerk him off, and he was letting out little breathy moans that were driving you insane.

You rocked down against his thigh, feeling the muscles flex and move to meet you. He was tugging at your vest. You reluctantly let go of his cock to let him yank it off you with more force than was strictly necessary.

He was kissing you hungrily now, hands cupping your breasts. You grasped his cock again, jerking him off as you bounced up and down on his thigh.

Without warning, he hooked one arm under your thigh and pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his crotch. He slid your panties to one side, and, when his searching fingers found you dripping wet, he grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with your entrance.

You didn’t miss a beat. You took him in one thrust, barely pausing to adjust to feeling of him inside you. You were really fucking wet. He held onto your hips, pounding up into you with reckless abandon.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you rode him, clinging to him like your life depended on it. He pressed his face into your neck, licking and sucking and biting at the skin there, drawing deeper moans from you.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m close,” you murmured, and Pietro took that as his cue to speed up, biting down hard on the skin of your neck. The moan you let out was frankly embarrassingly loud, but Pietro seemed to enjoy it.

“Mine.” His voice rumbled over the skin of your neck. You felt his stubble scratching at the sensitive area, but it was the authoritative timbre of his voice that pushed you over the edge.

“Pietro,” you keened, voice high and strung out. He held onto you, continuing to bounce your body up and down on his cock even as all the strength went out of you. You grabbed his shoulders, pressing your lips to his as his thrusts stuttered.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, and then let out a string of what you assumed were expletives in Sokovian. He came inside you.

“Fuck,” you murmured again.

“Fuck,” Pietro agreed. He wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over so that his cock slipped out of you, and you were lying beside him again. You nuzzled into his neck.

Neither of you spoke for a while. After a few minutes, you heard his breathing slow, and you knew that he had fallen asleep. You squeezed him gently, hoping to protect him from bad dreams.

*

When you awoke, the sun was out, and the bed beside you was cold. You sat up, confused. You were sweaty and sticky from the sex and a hot night’s sleep, so you got to your feet, snagging one of Pietro’s t-shirts from the floor, as well as a fresh pair of panties.

You dressed yourself quickly, and stepped out into the living room. Pietro wasn’t there. You wandered into the kitchen, and found a note on the counter.

Gone for a run – P x

That was interesting. At home, Pietro ran a lot. It was a part of his training. But since you’d been on vacation, both of your workouts had been limited to walks on the beach, the occasional sparring session, and vigorous sex.

Figuring he couldn’t be long, you went and showered. Once you were clean and presentable, you went back into the living room.

Pietro still wasn’t back. You felt a prickle of anxiety, hot on the back of your neck. Quietly, trying to calm your nerves, you made yourself breakfast.

Pietro was fine, you were sure. There wasn’t much that could hurt your superspeedy boyfriend. Most of the time.

Still.

You went to your nightstand. Your phone was in the top drawer. You hadn’t used it much since you’d been away. You were trying to limit your social media use, given the shitstorm you’d left behind you.

You tried to switch it on, but it was out of battery, so you unfurled your charger and plugged it into the wall. The screen lit up with the low battery symbol. It would probably be a few minutes before it was usable. That was fine.

You went to Pietro’s nightstand next, where you knew he’d been keeping his phone. It was missing. You supposed he must’ve taken it with him. That was good. You could text him, once your phone was charged.

You shut the drawer and left the room. Through the windows, you could see the trees blowing in the wind. Your heart was starting to speed up. You had no good reason to feel the way you did. Pietro was probably fine. The weather outside didn’t mean anything.

You checked your phone again. It still wouldn’t turn on. Feeling jittery, you made yourself a cup of tea and went out onto the porch.

The wind was cold and it was starting to drizzle, but still, you sat down at the little table and sipped at your tea. Your cup was half-empty and you were starting to shiver from the cold when a familiar silver blur zoomed towards you, and then Pietro was standing on the porch, looking down at you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, a little amused. He was dressed for a run, wearing grey sweatpants that hugged him in all the right places. His vest was stuck down with sweat and his hair was wild, from the running or the rain, you couldn’t tell. He looked very hot.

“Enjoying the fresh air.” You didn’t want to admit that you’d been worried about him. It was silly that his absence had made you so anxious.

“You’re shivering.” You shrugged. “Why don’t we go inside and watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds nice,” you said shyly.

“I need to shower first… Care to join me?”

A smile spread across your face, and you drained the rest of your tea in two gulps. He held out a hand to you, and you let him lead the way.

*

In spite of his run, Pietro was restless and fidgety while watching the movie. It was some romcom from the early 00s. He wasn’t really paying attention. It was hard to focus with you sitting beside him, looking like a wet dream, even though you were just wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.

You didn’t say anything as he insinuated himself further and further into your space, but you accommodated him, letting your fingers brush lightly through his hair and down his arms. Your touches were affectionate, not sexual, but they still made him feel hot.

“Are you feeling okay, baby?” you asked.

“Of course. Never better. Why?”

“You seem distracted.”

He hesitated. After a moment, he picked up the TV remote and turned the volume all the way down. He could’ve muted it with one button, but watching the volume bar shrink gave him a moment to gather his thoughts, and figure out how to tell you what had been on his mind.

“I never thought I’d say this,” he said, “But I kind of miss New York. This place is beautiful, and getting to be alone with you has been the best couple of months of my life.” You were looking at him, your expression unreadable. Sometimes he envied Wanda always being able to know what people were thinking. “But I think I will be ready to go home soon. I can’t keep hiding from my responsibilities forever.”

“You know…” You shifted closer to him. Instinctively, he put an arm around your shoulders. Your face was so close to his that he could feel your breath on his cheek. “You don’t have to be an Avenger, if you don’t want to. It’s a hard life. You already have more than your fair share of trauma.”

Pietro exhaled. “I like being an Avenger,” he said. “And without the Avengers, I never would’ve met you.”

You moved towards him and he opened his arms to you, letting you crawl into his lap. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and then hugged him close, burying your face into his neck.

“You have me,” you said, turning your face so your words wouldn’t be muffled. “Wherever you go, whatever you do now, you have me.”

“I have been texting with Wanda for the past few days,” he admitted. “Everything seems to be going fine in New York. Quiet. And…” Again, he hesitated. He was glad you weren’t looking at him right at that moment, because that would’ve made it all the harder to get the words out. “She told me that she’s been seeing a therapist. For the grief. And trauma. She said I should talk to one too.”

You shifted back to look him in the eyes. The judgment he feared was nowhere to be found. Your expression was open, curious.

“And what do you think?” you asked, carefully. “Do you want to?”

“I think… I think it might be a good idea, yeah.”

You nodded. “That’s good. I’m glad Wanda is getting help. And I’m happy you’re thinking about it too. You deserve to be happy.”

Pietro’s relief was palpable. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He smiled against your lips, hooking his hands under your thighs and dragging you towards him so you were straddling his lap. You let out a little gasp, and he dove into your neck, laying tender kisses down the column of your throat.

“So…” you said, trying to sound casual but biting back a moan. “When do you want to go home?”

“I don’t know. A few days. I want to wreck your pretty pussy a few more times before we go back to New York.”

Your face flushed with heat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His teeth grazed against a sensitive patch of skin and you moaned softly, grinding down against him.

“Bedroom?” you asked.

***

He nodded, wrapping his arms tight around your waist so he could stand up without putting you down. You tightened your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom.

He dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. You let him pull it off over your head, revealing your bare breasts.

You looked so pretty like this, your tits still bouncing from the impact of landing on the bed, your soft skin laid out for him like the most delicious buffet he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help but bury his face between your tits, relishing the soft gasp that fell from your lips as he did so.

It was times like this that Pietro had to make a conscious effort to slow down during sex. If he wasn’t careful, this could all be over in five seconds.

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him so you could grind against him. Your head tipped back against the bedsheets, releasing a ragged moan as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You were always so responsive to his touch.

He swapped to the other nipple after a moment, holding you down against the bed. You were rocking against him, desperate for some friction, and that was when he decided to put you out of your misery.

He sunk to his knees, tugging on your sweatpants and panties. Realising what he was doing, you lifted up your hips to help him pull them off.

Now you were naked in front of him, unabashed and staring at him with undeniable lust in your eyes. That was something he’d grown to love. At first, you’d been a little shy about him looking at you and touching you. Now you were impatient for him to make you cum over and over again, and he was happy to oblige.

He spread your legs, splaying you out in front of him, and starting kissing your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft. It was something he marvelled at.

Usually, you kept your pubes pretty neatly trimmed, shaved and/or waxed, but you hadn’t maintained them much in a while, and they were starting to grow out. Truthfully, Pietro didn’t mind what you did with them, but he liked them a little bit messy, because it meant that you trusted him.

He parted your lips with his fingertips and moved in to kiss your clit.

“Piet,” you whined, and he decided to be nice, because he was magnanimous like that.

You were already so wet. His tongue dipped between your folds, tasting you. He would never get tired of this. The way you tasted, the pretty noises that you made, the way your skin felt against his.

He pushed his tongue inside you, meeting minimal resistance. As his nose bumped against your clit, you gasped and ground back against him.

He pressed his forearm against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed and holding you still. You let out a shaky exhale as he wrapped his lips around your clit again.

“Pietro…” you breathed. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, fingernails scratching lightly across his scalp. His eyes drifted shut. He let himself get lost in you, just feeling the movements of your body and the pleasure of your hands tugging at his hair.

When he opened his eyes, he had no idea how much time had passed, but you were practically mewling, your knees drawn up either side of his head, torn between holding his mouth against your pussy and pushing him away.

He didn’t stop. Your toes curled against his shoulders, your whole body trembling as he made you cum one more time.

This time, he let you go. Your body went limp as he pulled away from you, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He was covered in traces of you, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside you right now.

At superspeed, he stripped off his clothes. From his perspective, you were lying on the bed, almost perfectly still, a freezeframe of a moment between breathes. Slowly, your hands made their way down onto the bed to push yourself upright. He paused, letting time normalise again.

Your hair was wild and your eyes had a mischievous glint as he crawled over you, ready to fuck you until you forgot your own name. He had almost closed the distance between you when you put your hands on his shoulders, stopping him.

“Can we try something?” you asked, smiling at him almost shyly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Will you spank me?”

Pietro felt his cock give a little jump. The last time you’d tried spanking, he hadn’t been able to go through with it, because you were in an emotional state and he was scared that you’d wanted him to hurt you for real. Now, with you comfortable and post-orgasmic, staring up at him with love in your eyes, he couldn’t resist you.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Please?”

As always, you had your safeword. You leant up to kiss him, but he grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your stomach. You let out a choked off gasp as he climbed on top of you, wrapping an arm around your neck from behind.

His forearm was pressed to your neck, as if he was choking you, but without the actual pressure applied. He knew you liked when he took control like this, and from the way your breathing hitched, he was pretty sure you were enjoying this.

He laid one hand against your ass. “Is this okay?” he murmured, lips almost pressed to your ear.

“It’s perfect,” you breathed. He slapped at the fat of your ass, watching the way the flesh jiggled. You moaned softly. He did it again, and you whined, “harder,” so he obliged. He loved your ass, and he was especially loving the way it bounced with every spank.

You were practically grinding against the bed, babbling a bunch of horny nonsense that was making drops of pre-cum leak from Pietro’s cock. One word stood out from the rest. Pietro paused.

“Did you just call me daddy?” he asked breathlessly.

“What?” Your eyes snapped open, and you turned, looking at him over your shoulder.

“You just called me daddy.” Pietro gave you a shit-eating grin. You started trying to stammer through an explanation, but he pressed a thumb to your lips, silencing you. “That’s really fucking hot.”

Your eyes were wide. “You like it when I call you daddy?” you asked, your lips forming the words against his thumb. Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand with both of yours, sucking his thumb into your mouth and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Fuck,” Pietro groaned as your tongue swirled around his thumb. If he didn’t put his cock in you right now he was pretty sure he was about to explode.

“Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?” you asked, eyes glinting.

Pietro swore again. He spanked you hard, making you yelp, and before you’d had time to recover, he’d rolled you onto your back and lined his cock up with your entrance.

“Prinţesă,” he murmured, and then he pushed inside you. You released his hand and wrapped an arm around his neck again, your free hand affectionately brushing the hair away from his forehead. He had never felt so in love.

Time slowed down. Your head was tipping back slowly, revealing your neck to him. He was torn between kissing your neck and watching the way your eyes rolled back in your head. Your pussy was wrapped around him, so tight and wet and warm. He would never stop marvelling at the way you invited him inside you. He could stay here forever.

He watched your face. He was desperate to start thrusting, but he was still going so fast, and he didn’t want to hurt you. He took a few deep breaths.

Time was starting to normalise again, and you were looking at him expectantly.

Just as he was about to start moving, you batted your eyelashes at him, and said, “Fuck me, daddy?”

How could he resist that?

He started thrusting, feeling your body clench around him. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he didn’t know where to look, or touch. He wanted all of you.

Your boobs were bouncing with every thrust, looking so juicy and enticing. He squeezed them, kissed them, and then moved back to your neck. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, encouraging him deeper, and it must’ve felt good because each thrust was fucking a moan from your lips.

He was on his knees, his forearms either side of your head. You opened your eyes and looked at him, a smile playing on your lips. You guided one of his hands to your throat, so he wrapped it around your neck loosely, watching the pleasure overtake you.

You were about to come. He could feel it.

“You like it when daddy fucks you like this, don’t you? You’re daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?”

“Pietro,” you squealed, tightening around him. He clung to you, fucking you through your orgasm, letting the pleasure wash over you like a wave.

His whole body felt hot. He was torn between wanting to cum and wanting to stay buried inside you forever. Your fingers were in his hair again, tugging and scratching at his scalp.

“Cum for me, daddy,” you purred, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt his balls tighten as he released inside you, a few more deep thrusts to fuck all of his cum into you. You exhaled shakily, and then patted his arms, signalling for him to release you.

As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but look at the way his cum dripped out of you. Your pussy was so pretty, especially when it was coated with the evidence of what the two of you had just done.

“Pietro,” you whined softly, making grabby hands at him. You could wash up later, he decided. He crawled over you, hugging you to him, and then rolled so that you were lying against his chest. You nuzzled into his neck.

“How was that?” he asked. You made a non-descript noise of pleasure, which drew a chuckle from him. “Yeah? Me too.” When you didn’t say anything else, he said, “I’m gonna get you a glass of water.”

You groaned, but didn’t argue. He detangled himself from you carefully, and then sped into the kitchen and returned with the water so fast that you hadn’t even had time to sit up.

He knelt beside you as you did so, passing you the glass as soon as he was sure you weren’t about to drop it. You drank deeply, eyes falling shut as a drop of water rolled down your chin. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked. “A snack?”

“I’m fine,” you said, half-chuckling as you set your glass down on the nightstand.

The two of you got back under the covers together. This time, you faced each other, instead of cuddling.

“So how was it for you? Really?” you asked.

“Seeing you turned on turns me on,” said Pietro. “And you have a very nice ass.”

You giggled, covering your mouth with one hand. “And the daddy stuff?”

“It was hot,” he said. “But I think I prefer it when you call me Pietro. I like the way you say my name. So maybe only sometimes.”

“Uh-huh.” You leant into him so that your faces were inches apart. “That’s good to know. Te iubesc, Pietro.”

“I love you too, prinţesă.”

Next Chapter

[amber-jinx]

With all the chaos going on with you, I’m sending you all my love and support ❤️ I apologize for not being around as much due to personal issues outside of social media, but I think I’m back for now!

Question: what do you think made Rachel intrigued with Chloe and observe her so much? And how long do you think she was watching Chloe before they started talking?

Aw thank you so much! Please don't apologise for that, everyone should have the freedom of choosing where they spend their time :) Sending back love & support as well, hopefully things turn out well at your end 💛

Also once again, hella great questions!!

The 1st question reminds me of this Rachel pov fic that I've been translating, it says:

"At first it was mere curiosity.

Most people put on their good side with purpose, but Chloe does just the opposite; She disguises herself with a bad side, opposing and mocking everything; She puts on a pissed-off expression, as if a smile would make her face rot, when actually she’s purer and kinder than anyone else, plus her personality is more interesting than I had imagined."

I think initially Rachel kinda believed Chloe to be what people speak of her. As principal Well's assistant, perhaps she also knew Chloe's on a scholarship, and that she's failing her subjects and on Well's list of high-risk students. She must've wondered,

"Why would someone on the prestigious Blackwell scholarship be so.. bad ? What happened to her?" (how come she's such a lone wolf now, people said she didn't use to be like this)

We also know Rachel secretly has a side that wants to pursue things that are off-limit/wild/dangerous, and Chloe being the one that stood out to her in this way, quickly became her subject of interest, so she kept and eye out for Chloe from a distance.

"Hey, I notice things! I can't help it." -- it's automatic at that point of her noticing Chloe

Later on, Rachel, by whatever means (like seeing the photo of Bongo the cat in Chloe's locker", started to realise that the notorious Chloe Price might not be who she really is at all. And so with a natural tendency to want to understand & read people, she's intrigued to find out more.

Ofc let's not forget, Chloe's hella good looking to Rachel. Lmao Rachel you stared at those legs a tad too long buddy.

While there's no telling how long exactly she's watched Chloe, there are some clues.

"Really? I see you acting like you're tough all the time in school." -- to Chloe, who claimed to not be an actor.

"That doesn't sound like Chloe Price" (park) - at that point in time (frustrated & on impulse) she's still wanting to think of Chloe as this bad girl to do rebellious/prohibited things with, even though she knows that's just on the surface (but she didn't care at that point)

Rachel's still a "newcomer" to Blackwell, despite being on the school photo. Perhaps she moved to Arcadia like a year ago or less, and had spent a school term along with Chloe already, given her established popularity & recognition from the school itself.

So I don't know, maybe she's been watching Chloe within the time range of two/three weeks to a month and a half?

And as we know, later she saw Chloe also at the Firewalk show, & realised they have similar interests & music taste!

Ah, a picture with crush! Look at how happy Rachel looks in that selfie 😸 & it's not here but notice how when Chloe first bumped into Rachel the latter was like, lemme take a good look at you Chloe Price, then stared at her face for 2 seconds.

Rachel: time to make a move to find how who she really is.

I find it cute that it's also kinda the same for Chloe, who realised that Rachel's more than the surface-level "pop girl with good grades".

So yeah, I sort of rushed through this post a lil bit in the midst of finals/crunch time, but I hope it still answers your question! Til next time, xo.

[staticespace]

Man, I can't help but feel a bit resentful toward Trump voters right now.

Yes, it's not their fault the DNC ran a poor campaign. Yes, it's not their fault the DNC alienated so many people.

At the same time, why Trump?

Why not Harris? Why him of all people?

Why again?

And so many Trump voters were white women and Latinos and Asians and I'm just...baffled. A tad scared, too.

Well, not a tad. I'm admittedly very scared.

But more than that, I'm frustrated.

Because I can't just blame the DNC. I can't. That's not possible, because they aren't the only ones who did wrong. Biden, the fucker he is, wasn't the only one who did wrong.

The voters, too. The ones who voted for him.

"I feel like he's a good businessman."

"He'll be good for the economy."

"He says it like it is."

...He blamed DEI for a plane crash, is trying to ban any mention of LGBT+ folks from anything not already published by the CDC (which is MASSIVE censorship), and if he let's Musk get his way, it's possible I'll lose what little income I've been managing to get from SSDI. Oh, and the cost of living is pumping up even more because of tariffs he's instilling against our country's allies, so say goodbye to those holiday bonuses you were hoping for.

It's only just now the beginning of February. February in the first year of his second term. Less than a month.

We, theoretically, have four more years of this to go.

I am feeling so many negative emotions right now, and I can't help but feel so angry toward voters who decided to fill in his name.

But there's no turning back time.

This is where we are now, and I have to live through this.

I'm hoping people with no illusion to thinking he would be good for this country end up okay by the end, but fucks sake.

I'm feeling so resentful.

[nuctoria]

Child of Prophecy (Part 1)

A young boy of about 11 years old, wearing a red cap, ran around his home, evading his various family members so he won't be interrupted. Most told him to be careful or to not run at all in the house but no way he was stopping now that he had started. Until he was caught by two big hands and lifted into the air.

"Daaad!" whined the boy, pouting at his run being interrupted. "Don't start whining at me, kid, you're lucky you didn't hurt yourself. Again." scolded his dad, carrying him to the dining table to eat dinner.

The dad sat the boy down on the chair next time him, the boy still pouting until his mom set a plate of spaghetti in front of him. The boy perked up before making a disgusted face upon seeing the mushrooms on his plate.

"Ugh, mushrooms again? I don't like mushrooms!" whined the boy. "Come on, son, everyone likes mushrooms!" teased his dad, taking a big bite from his own and making a loud humming sound. "Not me" pouted the boy. "Come now, sweetie, they're healthy for you. At least try them" encouraged the boy's mom, patting his shoulder. The boy hesitated but mastered up the will to try and lift the smallest piece of mushroom to his mouth for his mom, only to gag the second it touched his tongue and for his two uncles to start laughing their butts off. The boy's only auntie shook her head at her husband's attitude and kindly offered to take the mushrooms off of her nephew's plate to which the boy happily agreed to instantly. Dad didn't approve of it but said nothing and kept eating his own portion.

The family sat together, chatting and eating happily as they did every day. The boy didn't pay much attention unless someone talked to him directly, focusing on his food so he could run off again to play. That was until he heard a car stop right outside their house to which he rushed to look out of the window. His dad told him to sit back down but the boy didn't listen, watching eagerly from the window at who got out of the car outside. He was very disappointed and sad when he saw only adults leave the car with no young boy his age with them. He returned to his seat and looked less happy now. "What was that just now?" asked his dad, confused. "I thought it'd be him this time..." mumbled the boy, poking at his remaining food with his fork. "Who? A friend from school?" asked the dad again but his son shook his head. "No, my brother" answered the boy, frowning when he heard almost everyone sigh or groan, especially his dad. "We've been over this, you don't have any siblings" his dad told him in a displeased tone. "Yes, I do! I know it! I've seen him! A man took him!" the boy raised his voice, frustrated that no one believed him. "It was just a dream, buddy. If you had a brother we'd all know" tried one of his uncles in a more calm tone but still keeping it a tad bit stern. "It wasn't a dream, I saw him! He's out there and I have to find him! Why won't anyone believe me?!" shouted the boy at this point, fired up. "MARIO!"

Everyone went dead silent when the boy's name was shouted out by his dad with a harsh slap on the table, rattling everything on it. Mario was momentarily frightened but the anger quickly came back when he was ordered to go to his room. He did but he was fuming, tempted to slam his door in retaliation but knew it'd make things worse. He shut his bedroom door and curled up under his blanket, hugging his hat. He fumed silently under there, gripping his hat to death before the tears started making their way out of his eyes, along with quiet sobs.

He knew he had a brother. He saw him that night. But why doesn't anyone know him, not even his own family? Where was his brother now?

---

The boy stared at himself in the huge mirror of the room, moving his body all around so he could see how his new outfit looked on him. It was a mostly black outfit, with only his cap and the green bandana around his neck.

"Well, what do you think?" asked the short, robotic lady next to him. "I-it looks nice, thank you Mimi! But um... Does it have to be so black?" the boy asked nervously, hoping he didn't upset his friend. "But of course! Black goes with everything, plus you need to look the part for this team!"

The boy nodded, jumping in fright when there was a knock on the door. Mimi allowed whoever was on the other side entry, which so happened to be the man who'd brought him here and his assistant.

"There you are, young man! I trust Mimi has been treating you well while putting you in your new attire? Asked Count Bleck" "Y-yes, my Count, she has." the boy replied nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. "It does seem a bit baggy, but you should grow into it soon" commented the Count's assistant, adjusting her glasses as she critically evaluated the nervous boy.

The boy get another look at his attire as Mimi chastised the assistant, Nastasia, for being rude to a little boy. He didn't really listen, however, having something else on his mind, he was too reluctant to ask though. Despite this, the Count was quick to notice the child's busy mind.

"Well, boy, do speak your mind if you wish. Offered Count Bleck" the boy flinched when the Count addressed him and made the two ladies in the room stop bickering. "I-I... I..." the boy struggled to speak. "Well?" prompted the Count. "I... Why must I fight my b-brother? Can't we simply...you know, recruit him t-too?" the boy kept his gaze down as he asked that question, knowing full well what the response would be.

He was proven right when he heard a loud sign from the Count as he approached and knelt down next to the boy, moving his head up slightly with his cane.

"Your brother is the enemy, child. It is as the Dark Prognosticus says and we must act according to its plan. He will attack you, he will hurt you, so you must learn to lock away those feelings of yours and win. Do you understand me, Luigi?"

Luigi nodded and the topic was dropped that very moment as if it didn't happen. This was always the answer he got from the Count and the other team members so he really didn't understand why he kept asking over and over again.

Why didn't it feel like this was true? Why didn't it feel like his brother is his enemy?

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[anjelicawrites]

Thank you anon for putting this idea in my brain!!! It follows this piece here. Dom!Nurse!Reader x sub!Tom Bennett.

Warnings for prostate milking, face sitting, spanking and safe word discussion.

When someone knocks on your door in the middle of the night, you don't expect it to be Tom Bennett; he's been avoiding you since your last encounter, not that you truly minded since you were swamped by paperwork and you still are! You'd though a military hospital would be less of a pain in your side, paperwork wise, it's actually worse than the civilian hospital you used to work at. When you bark to whomever knocked to come in, you are truly surprised to see him. You knew he would come back, looking for more, they always do, you don't expect him this early.

"What do you want?".

You are snappier than you intend to be, it just that you are extremely frustrated right now.

"I'm in pain" he answers, voice morose

"Then I am sure one of my colleagues will be happy to give you some pain relief" you answer without lifting your head.

If you hadn't so much paperwork to fill, you wouldn't be this curt with him. He has such a sittable face you wish to try, simply not now.

"Why do you have a cot here?".

You jump out of your skin, you thought he'd had already gone away! Without lifting your face you answer

"I work ungodly hours and going back to our barracks is too much of an hassle".

You can hear him move move the chair to sit down, at least he's learnt his lesson.

"Why are you here Tom?"

"My legs hurt".

The petulance in his tone forces you to lift your head from the paperwork. You can see that his smirk on his face, an expression that is a mix between giddy and expectant is plastered there. Oh, you think, he wants more.

"You won't find any pain relief here. I suggest you either go back to your bed, or you tell me the real reason you're still awake"

"You know why".

You can see he is vibrating in his own skin, the blue of his eyes a mere blue ring. Unconsciously his tongue wets his lips and again you find yourself thinking about sitting on his face until he taps out.

"I know many things, Tom Bennett, this one specifically escapes me".

For a second you see rage on his face, his nose scrunching, his smirk a tad darker, until his brain takes control again to remind him what happened the last time. He spreads his legs more, the outline of his cock clear against the flimsy cotton of his PJ's; tempting but you still want him to spell it out for you and not only for safety reasons.

"What you did last time - you can see that he is forcing himself to keep eye contact, even though his skin is turning red with embarrassment - was good until it wasn't"

"Last time it was punishment"

"I've been good"

"For whole two days, incredible! - you say, the pen forgotten on the pile of paperwork on the desk - you want some reward for being a decent human being?"

"I want to know how does it feel to finish that way".

He's finally admitted it, not too bad, still not perfect.

"I think you've forgotten something".

He stares at you surprised, the cogs turning into his brain until he finds his answer.

"Please?"

"That's better".

You can see his head whipping around to follow your movements the moment you stand up and stretch your back, his eyes glued to your breasts.

"It's going to be intense, you might feel like it's too much and you have to tell me - you stand between his splayed legs, forcing him to crane his neck to look into your eyes - 'yellow' is if you are unsure, 'red' it's for when it's too much and 'green' means I can keep going. I won't be happy if you are uncomfortable and you are not telling me"

"What are you going to do, punish me again?"

"If you liked being punished so much, I can do that. It was fun last time".

He snarls, his nose scrunching and you shouldn't find it so cute.

"Nothing to say? There I thought you were good at running your tongue"

"I can show you what this tongue can do" he snarls back, he's so cute, like a kitten pretending to be a lion

"Hm, I will be the judge of that. Clothes off sailor"

"What about you?" he asks, eyes shamelessly undressing you

"Maybe, if I am satisfied - you check the clock pinned on your uniform - I need to go get something, I'll be back in five minutes, I want to find you naked, legs spread, don't touch yourself otherwise you'll go back to your bed".

You bend your back to hover his lips and glide away with a laugh the moment he tries to kiss you.

"You have to earn that privilege, Tommy Bennett - you see the brattiness in his eyes resurfacing, his nose scrunching again - decide what you want to do pretty boy".

Swiftly you remove yourself from between his legs, before he can grab you. You take your time to come back with the lube, breaking the five minutes you told him; it's not like you promised him anything and he's going to drive himself crazy, his brain tormenting him. You smirk at the thought, fucking with your partner's mind is the best part, almost as good as coming.

When you get back you are welcomed by the sight of a very naked, very hard Tom Bennett, legs spread and eyes clouded by lust, his shame betrayed only by the blotches of red all over his body.

"Like what you see?" ha asks, adversarial

"I wonder what my colleagues would say at seeing you like this"

"Let them come and find out"

"Whore".

He laughs, but you can see the excitement in his eyes; you notice also his clothes discarded on the floor, that will not do.

Without betraying your anger, you approach the table to leave the lube there. Slowly you remove your shoes, his eyes following the way the skirt of your uniform rides up your legs. You use his own lust against him, grabbing his hair tight to push him on the bed. He doesn't have the time to say anything that you grab his balls in a painfully tight hold.

"I will not accept this kind of disrespect sailor - a noise of pain leaves his lips when you hold becomes even more tight, his feet scrambling on the cot- maybe your family accepts it, I don't. You will fold your clothes and leave them on the chair, then you'll stand up and grab the table to get your punishment".

You let go of him completely, standing up and going to the cupboard in the corner to retrieve your brush: either he complies or he stomps out of the door, you are inclined on him staying though.

You can hear his labored breath, he must be hurting but he only has himself to blame. You listen to the slap of his naked feet on the floor and the rustling of his clothes being folded; you smirk to yourself, you are rarely wrong when it comes to these kind of things. When you turn around he is standing in front of the table, hands curled on the cheap wood, eyes boring into yours, challenging. I haven't had a brat in such a long time, you think, what a lovely chance to meet one here.

Making sure he sees the brush in your hand you approach the table, slowly you circle it letting one of the angles of the brush scrape on the wood. You stand behind him, admiring the long lines of his muscles and his lovely ass. Gently you cup one cheek and go to your tippy toes to whisper in his ear.

"I will spank you now. Ten strikes that you are not going to like but will be good for you - softly you kiss the sensitive skin right under his lobe, a long shiver courses through his body - after we are done, we'll go back to where we were".

Delicately you widen his stance and bend him a bit forward: he's perfect. His muscles tremble when you caress his long back, needing him relaxed, wanting to bring him to the point where he begs you to be spanked; sadly that's not going to happen, if your lives were different you know you could achieve that, you just know it.

The first hit is light but he yelps and jacks forward in surprise, forcing you to put a hand between his shoulder blades to keep him in place. Softly you murmur in his ear until he's relaxed again and then you strike, with a little bit more strength, he grabs the table with a white knuckled grip, teeth grinding. After the fifth smack you caress his scalp, feeling the sweat there, with a gentle hand you follow the dip of his spine up and down until he falls face first on the table. You tell him that he's being a good boy and to tell you where he his, he says green with a rough voice. You grip his neck with a firm hand

"Do you want to dish these last five fast or slow?"

"Fast so I can be done with it".

You'd scold him but it comes out without a bite, you can hear the torment that pleasure and pain are wrecking on his body and mind; you don't need more than a glance to notice how hard his cock is, you wonder if he'd always known or this is a fresh discovery.

"As you wish".

You spank him with more strength each passing, he bites down on his wrist to stop himself from screaming, from coming without being touched: it's torture, even worse than the spanking you are administering right now. He's out of breath when you're finished, you have to slowly help him release his teeth from his wrist; gently you help him lie down on the cot, red ass up in the air. You sit on the floor, one hand in his hair, helping him unwind, with the other you rummage inside one of the drawers for the soothing cream you normally use on your hands.

"I"m going to put come cream on your arse, ok? It will be cold".

He hisses when you start spreading the cream, his ass is on fire, still you can feel him slowly relax; even with your ministration there's going to be welts, he'll have issues sitting down for a while and you can't find in your heart to feel bad, he deserved the spanking. After you're done you kiss his sweaty temple and he asks with a grin

"Don't I get a real kiss?"

"When and if you'll earn it. Let me put some cream on your wrist as well. You made quite a mess"

"I wonder whose fault that is"

"Yours - your tone playful - you should've respected my office and your clothes more"

"Does this mean I'll get a spanking every single time I don't behave?"

"You look like you've had too much fun. I need to find another kind of punishment for you".

He pouts and you laugh in his face. You can feel his eyes burning holes in your bosom while you move; should you take your clothes off? Does he deserve it? You open your uniform partially, letting him ogle your cleavage while you apply the cream; he handled his punishment extremely well, why deny him a small reward? Once you are done, you stand up and remove your ugly uniform, leaving you in your underwear and bra, he stares at you unabashedly, his tongue licking his lips.

"For the next part, do you want to stay on your front or do you think you can manage to lie on your back?".

He doesn't immediately answer, eyes glued to your body; you used to be fuller, but you are on rations like everyone else is.

"I have asked you a question, sailor".

Your stern tone makes him raise his head and focus on your face

"I can manage on my back" he answers cockily.

You can see the regret in his eyes the moment his ass comes in contact with the sheets, not the best idea he's ever had; you manage to reign your laugh in when he hisses, preferring to grab the blanket on your chair to fold into a makeshift pillow to kneel on, the cot being to small for you to do so.

While you open the lube to coat your fingers, you notice his erection hasn't flagged, it lies proud and red against the white skin of his abdomen, pearls of precome adorning the bulbous head; you remember his salty taste on your tongue and your mouth waters.

Without being prompted he spreads his legs, one dangling from the cot, the other bent and pressed against the wall, his abdomen tight when you gently caress his chest and play with his nipples. He stares with big eyes at your coated hand

"Relax. It didn't hurt the first time, did it?"

"It hurt what you did after"

"That's called ruining an orgasm. You'll get more if you start misbehaving again, but not tonight".

He hisses a breath when you start breaching him, slowly, gently, following his body as his arse relaxes around you and his hips start pushing against your hand. By the second fingers he can't keep his eyes open anymore, his head pathetically falls on your pillow and he moans, back arching in pleasure, by the third, he is moaning wantonly, like a whore, his muscles opening up when you scissor him; not that you need to, but you want to see him gape for no reason. He starts scrambling on the cot when you first find his prostate and delicately push against it, his eyes shot open and he stares at you incredulous as pleasure engulfs him, his breath shortens and catches with every movement, his abs tighten until he moans and thin fluid coats his belly. One hand shots to you and you grab it, your other fingers still buried inside of him; he looks like he's trying to talk and you reassure him

"It's like anything you've ever felt in your life, isn't it? What's your color, Tommy?"

"Green" he manages between pants

"Then I can get going, can't I?".

He moans a long 'yes' and you give him no respite, from this moment on, your fingers scissor him open, push against his prostate and he almost jumps off the bed, moans and curses escaping his lips. His body trashes every time pleasure peaks, his back arches to the point of pain, his hips piston against your hand and he's a crying mess, lips bitten and spit oozing from his mouth. His cock feels impossibly hard and his balls so tight and full he thinks they're going to explode, his whole lower half is lost to him, his legs kicking uselessly and trying to close around your wrist. He doesn't know what this pleasure is, why he's still hard, why he doesn't want it to stop even if it's hard to breath. When you finally stop, his belly is covered in fluid and it's slowly making his way down his hips, his abs hurt from how hard he's been tightening them and you are still breaching him, his ass full of your scissoring fingers, splotches of red all over his body. He can't breath, his lugs working too fast for him to actually catch a breath. You cool hand on his forehead feels like heaven, your voice softly helps him slow down as he follows your instructions and breaths in sync with you. When he finally manages to open his eyes and all he can see is your face, your eyes two rings of lust and desire, your teeth worrying your lower lip, God he wishes to kiss you so bad, be the one to bite your mouth until you moan.

"Yellow" he croaks and your fingers still inside of him

"You did so very good Tommy, you've been such a good boy for me. Do you have a last one in you? One full orgasm?".

For a second he can't answer, his brain incapable of forming a coherent thought, until the ache of his still hard cock explodes in his brain.

"I can - he says with all the bravado he can muster, which is almost zero - do your worst"

"As you wish, Tommy".

Your fingers push against his prostate without pity, your fingers almost leaving his hole, only to fill it again to bully the small gland while your other hand curls around his cock and jacks him with quick, precise movements, your thumb rough on his head. The pleasure is so strong, so brutal that he comes almost immediately, a long wail of pleasure and pain on his reddened lips, his come all over your fingers and his tummy. He hums unhappily when you gently remove your fingers from his ass and he almost chokes on his saliva when he sees you leisurely sucking his spent from your fingers, like it's the best food you've ever had.

The second you try to stand up and collect a towel to clean him up, he grabs your wrist

"Sit on my face"

"I need to clean you up, let go"

"I don't care about it. Sit on my face, I can see how drenched you are".

You know you haven't been this wet in fucking years, you can feel it seeping through the cotton of your panties, your hole loose and ready to be filled. You steal a glance at his reddened lips, his pink tongue licking the abused skin. He's been good, he used his safeword, he deserves his reward, besides, you'd been lying to yourself if you said you'd never thought about his mouth on your pussy.

One handed you start sliding the cotton down your legs, he understands and lets go of your other wrist. You bare your cunt to him and fold your ruined panties trying to ignore the wet patch on the crotch.

You stare at the smile plastered on his face; he's going for cocky but he's failing, still too high from the multiple orgasms to be his bratty self. His cheeks are flaming red, the blue of his eyes just a small ring of want as he takes in your cunt. On a whim you spread your lips to show him how wet you are

"This is all your fault. Are you going to do anything about it?".

You don't give him time to answer, cautious you straddle his face, your knees finding a sliver of space on the cot. His hands grab your hips to steady you and help keep your balance, cheekily he steals a quick lick and he moans at your taste.

"Tap my hip if you need to come up for air".

Slowly you lower yourself, you can feel his fingers curl in the meat of your thighs, him trying to hasten your movements and you will have none of it, he'll get your pussy when you decide he will.

Your cunt muffles his moan when he can finally taste you fully, his clever tongue sneaking inside your hole to fuck you, his nose perfect against your clit. You start moving slowly, taking your time in finding the perfect angle, his hands are strong on your hips, securing your cunt against his face. The safer you feel, the faster you move, his tongue fucking your hole in tandem with your movements, his nose pressing perfectly against your clit. You have to brace yourself against the wall, biting the skin of your arms to stifle your moans every time his tongue curls inside of you, seeking that perfect spot that will make you unravel, his hands force you to plaster yourself on him, to drag yourself even more tightly against his nose and you start to feel it, yelps leaving your lips when his nose presses against the perfect place on your clit, your hips grinding brutally with every spark of your orgasm, your hole clenching around his stiff tongue; there, you're almost there, pleasure starting to unfold from the pit of your belly, zinging up your spine until you come, your screams muffled by your arms. He keeps licking you, drinking you down hungrily until you lift yourself, your thighs tremble with the effort of supporting you; you need to focus, to breath until you feel calm. Slowly you move yourself down his body, electing to ignore the masculine pride in his smile and you turn to lie on him, the cot being too small for you two to lie side by side.

"Do you ever date lads the normal way?"

"Meaning? - you ask, turning to put your hands on his chest, your chin resting there - Meeting a guy, going to a boring date to a pub, where he'll pay thinking he's bought the access to my body? Going to other dreadful dates until I bed him and find out how mediocre he is? No thank you, I prefer to go straight to the point; in the end it's what we both want".

You see the smile dimming on his face and you are not surprised, men don't like when you act like them and tell them the truth.

"What is it pretty sailor? Do you want to wine and dine me?"

"Dates with me are never boring" he huffs, adorably

"Well Tommy. If we both survive this war, I'll let you take me out on a date. Would that be acceptable?"

"Yes" he says and he can't control the yawn, he's so tired.

"Sleep Tommy. I'll wake you when it's time for you to go back to your bed"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm staying here, pretty sailor. I need to finish paperwork before tomorrow".

He doesn't even listen, already asleep. With quiet movements you put on your panties and uniform back again and quickly clean him. After you are done you sit next to the cot; it takes him less than five minutes to turn on his side to push his nose in your hair.

Everything taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty

[fadedsaturated]

My GMMTV 10's List.

Theory of Love: First GMMTV binge. Gobbled it up in between waiting for new episodes of 2Gether. Weaker beings find the romance frustrating and the characters unlikable but man this shit HIT for me at the time. Off's character is SUCH a bastard, I loved watching the narrative beat the shit out of him for the entire second half. So much fun.

2Gether: The glorious gate key to my BL obsession. Like most, I happened upon this during covid lockdown and it practically saved my life. I ached for this show, for months. Shame it shatters to pieces after like episode 9. Still, most of the show I really loved, and Still 2Gether fixed pretty much all my complaints anyways so it as a whole package is really just a big warm hug of a show.

Bad Buddy: I rewatch that Rooftop kiss when I want to feel something. Truly transcendent. I wish big swaths of the show weren't so full of dead air. Another show that scratches every itch I could want in a story and couple, I just think it could have been polished up JUST a tad. The beach scene with the bad sound design is BRUUTTAALLL lol. Love this show.

My School President: Perfect. No notes. Every song is a fucking banger and FourthGemini KILL. This is THE vibe show for me. If I had to make ANY tweaks, the first episode is kinda rough, but once episode two shows Tinn's side of the story it FLIES.

Enchante: Waited three years to watch this cus everyone said it really shit the bed in the last half. I'm mad at myself for not watching it sooner. ForceBook as adorable best friends to lovers will now fuel me for YEARS. Oh Iove them I'm sick. Are the last two episodes kind of a bummer? Yeah, but it still ends really sweet enough to not ruin the show at all.

Last Twilight: I literally couldn't binge this one. I had to take one to two day breaks between each episode because I would sob so hard I'd get headaches and had to stop LMFAO. This show kicked my ass, that sunset scene?????? I'll never recover.

Only Boo: The most fun I've had with a BL in a very long time. It kinda kickstarted my love for them again this year after having taken a break for a few months. Sweet, saccharine, adorable, pink, glittery, hilarious, beautiful, with great songs. This is sugary pop goodness and after the finale aired I lied in bed all day sick with post series hangover. My babies.

Peaceful Property: Despite not being a BL I knew this show was gonna be for me when I watched the pilot trailer and it was about four quirky idiots forming a found family and exorcising ghosts. The actual show was that and so much more. I cried pretty much every episode and this is literally the vehicle that got me on board with TayNew. I'd easily call this show a masterpiece, and there's enough queer ship tease that this is pretty BL adjacent.

[gamebunny-advance]

More Thoughts About The Pikmin 4 Demo

Spoilers Ahead

So I've played through the demo twice now, the first time hitting the goal as fast as possible, and the second time trying to collect as many things as possible before hitting the goal.

I was able to clear the first area 99%, but I don't know what I was missing. The game implies that I'm missing a treasure, but I'm certain I got every above-ground treasure. However, when I had Oatchi sniff out for it, he took me to an empty lot, so I suspect that completely buried treasure might be back, and they don't show up on radar. Or maybe it's counting the raw materials that I was just a tad too slow to get before the day/demo ended. I might play though the demo one more time to test that theory, but atm I think I've done everything I can possibly do in the demo.

That said, if that was a near full clear for one area, then I wonder how substantial the rest of the game is gonna be. Pikmin 3 as I recall wasn't an enormous game and also wasn't difficult. It's also my least favorite because I got through it so quickly and easily that I don't have any lasting memories of it. I don't need 4 to be an arduous game like 2 was, but if the rest of it is gonna be this breezy, then I'm probably gonna beat it in under a week.

Despite that, I do actually like how short and focused the caves are turning out to be. There are so many great new QoL features in this one that it is gonna make going back to older titles even harder, but I'm worried that it's gonna be over too soon.

I also mostly like how the game plays. I'm not a huge fan of the auto-lock on, because it kinda makes battling a little brainless and frustrating when you're trying to do something that the game doesn't think you should be doing. Other than that, everything else feels pretty good.

I also like most of the new characters. We got a bunch of new funky looking freaks, but so far I like their personalities more than the Pikmin 3 crew. Shepard is my baby. I want to feed her lots of snacks. Besides that, almost all the castaways being from different planets but having the same body plan has my mind wandering about how expansive this universe is. But, more than anything, I hope we finally get a straight answer about why almost everyone seems to crash-land on PNF-404. Speaking of...

There's also the fact that despite my earlier theories, this planet is apparently still PNF-404. While I didn't post about it, I had theorized that perhaps the planet wasn't actually Earth, since none of the information before now ever called this planet PNF-404. I figured that it was a new planet settled by humans given how new all of the (presumably) man-made structures are, but now that I know this game seems to be an alternate take on Pikmin 1's story instead of a direct sequel to 3, it's possible that the "post-apocalyptic" part of the story might have just been dropped entirely. (I guess Nintendo decided that they only needed one series to take place on post-apocalypse Earth).

Then again, I forgot why we all thought PNF-404 was post-apocalyptic in the first place. The presence of human objects with the absence of humans doesn't necessarily imply that they got wiped out, especially considering how so many of the things they left behind like food and battery powered technology were apparently still edible and functional respectively. My new theory is that whoever lives in this house is just on vacation or something, and their house got overrun with pests in the meantime. But, knowing Nintendo, there probably isn't going to be a "real" answer about where the humans are.

[honorhearted]

"Perhaps you should take comfort in the fact that I would never notice you struggling unless you spoke of it. At least your pride will always be intact," Emma teased, her hand lightly stroking his cheek.

Benjamin snorted. Reaching up to gently encircle her wrist, Benjamin wryly asked, "Have you met me? I'm the least qualified when it comes to preserving my pride -- I'm a regular ol' gollumpus when it comes to the fairer sex, and I don't mind admitting it. However, it is a little nice to hear you wouldn't ever notice...even if I don't entirely believe that."

Emma wrinkled her nose. "Then again, it could be a tad frustrating for you to hear that until we spoke, the... the argument we had, I actually hadn't realized you liked me as more than a friend."

He hummed by way of answer. "All right, so maybe you are more oblivious than me...I would've thought my infernal, not to mention, completely chronic blush would've been a dead giveaway. I can't seem to keep anything in control around you, and the fact my body cursed me with a physical tell made it ten times worse."

In reference to his offer to read, Emma appeared genuinely horrified. "Please, don't do this to me," she begged, though her trademark smile was firmly in place. "I said I tried reading. I'd rather cry. Wouldn't a more appropriate distraction be a kiss, if we are at peace again? Or if you are not in the mood, give me colors, I'll paint."

Benjamin mirrored her grin. "I don't know about that... The problem is, if you kiss me, I'll be the one distracted, and God only knows what that'll mean for me and the rest of camp. You're quite persuasive whenever you want to be..." Kissing her palm, he chuckled. "But if you want paint, perhaps that can be arranged. Are you truly gifted in artistry?"

Emma's expression softened. "I see you," she reassured. "As long as you remember that you are not at fault, that only he is, then I... I'd like to... try to be your-your..."

Benjamin gently stroked her hand on his face, his heart speeding up in his chest. "My...?"

"Yours?" she concluded. "You must tell me when I do wrong, alright? Guide me, so I don't need to keep second-guessing myself, I know I'll be terrible at least at the beginning. But you tell me, and I'll fix it."

Benjamin's pulse dipped and he breathed a soft, relieved little laugh. "Oh, trust me, love: I will be more than happy to let you know. I've been told I'm a bit of a hard-ass, so perhaps you'll finally be introduced to that side of me, now that you've so graciously deemed yourself to be mine."

The thought made him grin more brightly, dizzy with the prospect of being hers -- hers! -- before he stooped to kiss her hand once more.

Finally, Emma broke into a soft fit of giggles, a hint of her old self resurfacing. "Caleb knows I struggled for you, if you want in a few days I can confess to him that whenever we went to town you met other women and that's why I keep my distance... or anything else that may push him to faint."

Benjamin snorted, lifting his head. "Other women?" Benjamin echoed, laughing. "Now wait a moment: he might've bought the story of one women, but multiple? Not a chance. Some things are just beyond the realms of belief."

It likely proved how dense she was, that she didn't see any insecurity or hesitation from him - but then, August had always told her she was practically blind when it came to men's interest in her and emotions.

"Perhaps you should take comfort in the fact that I would never notice you struggling unless you spoke of it. At least your pride will always be intact," she only half-joked, stroking his cheek with a relief that felt similar to returning home after a long journey. "Then again, it could be a tad frustrating for you to hear that until we spoke, the... the argument we had, I actually hadn't realized you liked me as more than a friend." But the poor man had actually been as open about it as one could be in such a predicament, so it was entirely her fault; she had denied and looked away to let it last longer.

"If you ever need a distraction...well...I could read to you. Perhaps one day, you'll even grow to like it."

"Please, don't do this to me," she replied with a first wider smile, "I said I tried reading. I'd rather cry. Wouldn't a more appropriate distraction be a kiss, if we are at peace again? Or if you are not in the mood, give me colors, I'll paint."

Of course he'd have faith, and Emma thought of everything she had learned about him, especially in the past hour, and thought that he was far too close to her innocent younger self, and she'd have to take responsibility. She had selfishly kept him close while aware of her situation, and now she was in danger of fully breaking his heart so, fear or not, she had to follow her own. How terrifying.

"Well...I'm certain I can achieve anything, including not murdering Arian...if it's your wish."

"You and Grace may actually get along, despite all of my and August's teasing. You could bond over your frustration of knowing the truth and not being allowed to kill... Perhaps I could allow a beating?" she offered a weak smile, attempting to lighten the mood in her own way - because she simply couldn't be herself, couldn't pretend, when it came to that man.

"Would I even be here if I didn't? Would I be down on my knees, begging you to see me, to see us, if I could even bear the thought of being apart? I'll do anything for you, be anything for you, so long as it means keeping you happy."

"I see you," she murmured, "As long as you remember that you are not at fault, that only he is, then I... I'd like to... try to be your-your..." cheeks flushing, she found no word that felt right, "Yours? You must tell me when I do wrong, alright? Guide me, so I don't need to keep second-guessing myself, I know I'll be terrible at least at the beginning. But you tell me, and I'll fix it." It was more of a plea than an offer, but she just knew she'd be insufferable, never one to contain herself.

He managed to make her laugh, a still flustered fit of giggles, when he brought up Caleb and sounded so boyish by wanting to trick him. "Caleb knows I struggled for you, if you want in a few days I can confess to him that whenever we went to town you met other women and that's why I keep my distance... or anything else that may push him to faint."

[theshoegirldiaries]

LOTD: By Beauty Bay Matte Lipstick in Cola with Dior Addict Lip Maximizer in 020 Mahogany. #Scentoftheday La Belle Le Parfum EDP Intense by Jean Paul Gaultier.

The second day of my first impressions focuses on this matte lipstick, which I've tried in Freckle and Pinch in past reviews, but today I thought I'd opt for the darkest one in the set I bought last year. Cola is well named, it's a deep, dark brown with just the slightest hint of red or rather mahogany (hence why I chose that specific gloss).

I liked the previous shades I tried, but this one was harder to work with. It would not stick to the wetter part of my mouth and because it's such a dark colour, the contrast between my lips and the lipstick just looked ridiculous. I had to blot and reapply a couple of times and basically try and un-moisten my mouth, until it got to a semi-covered stage. It was so frustrating to see the lipstick glide over the area without depositing any colour at all. With the Mahogany lipgloss (applied heavily to the by now, patchy part), I just got away with it, but it was such a faff to apply this way that I'm not rushing to use it again anytime soon. It also felt a tad drier than I recall of the other two, but it's been a while since I've worn those. Swatches below, unedited in light/colour, swatched several times with no primer.

[1d1195]

SAM MY LOVE IM BACK!!!My feedback is going to a bit jumbled so i'm sorry if none of it makes sense lol

OKAY SO I LOVED DING  ROUND 3!!!!! Ngl I was a tad bit frustrated with Harry in this one but only because my guy is just a bit impatient when it comes to her lol And I know he means NO harm when asking her about what happened the night of her date and why she ended up in the classes like he truly just CARES about her so I get him! Plus with knowing his backstory of how he has always been a “protector” and his whole deal with how he processes his own emotions, it makes sense his behavior! But Cupcake is also going through it and it’s clear that they are on opposite spectrums on how they deal with things. AND it is something very hard to process no matter the outcome of it and it’s harder to say it out loud because it feels like it makes it ‘real’ if that makes sense lol. Anyways TELL ME WHY THAT GROSS MAN IS AT HER BAKERY?!?! I WANT TO SCREAM AND SCARE HIM AWAY FROM HER!!! BUT I'm glad that this was a nice way to lead Harry and Cupcake to have their own vulnerable moments! BUT AHHHH I LOVED IT SAM! YOU DID GREAT AS ALWAYS!!

NOW THE NEIGHBORS EXTRA 😭I LOVE RORY SO MUCH😭I think last month or so (i have no concept of time anymore) I re-read the whole story and extras in one go… I have no idea why my brain does this but it was worth it lol ANYWAYS ugh i loved it! I do love that bit of angst and once again it makes sense for Harry to feel like that! Was it the best way to react, not really but given the circumstances it was kinda the only option aside from talking it out lol But I really was NOT worried because they are END GAME! It was so cute! I just love them so much! But that's nothing surprising since I love everything you put out lol

Now my reasoning for my slight disappearance lol I have had two midterms this week and basically from now until the end of the quarter it’s mainly exams! I think I will end somewhere in June, I'm starting week 5 out of 10 next week! And I fear I will be taking summer courses :( I really fucked up my second year so that’s kinda why I need to take some courses in order to graduate on time lol . But I've only had a few TAs where I personally have been attracted to which have all been from my psyc courses lol and Ugh I MISS  MY HOT PROFESSOR 😭 I LONG for that man and its pathetic😭 and literally if you did call me an idiot, I would NOT blame you because I am one the majority of the time 😂 oh I wanted to be on my knees when he gave his lecture lol

And it really was nice! I got a limited edition Paramore/David Byrne vinyl and Lauefy’s A night at the symphony vinyl! And some other classical records! My main reason for waking up early was to get a Paramore poster and Sam when I tell you I CALLED all the stores within my city/county and only ONE had them, I wanted to cry! I didn't get it because the line was HUGE and the moment I found out they ran out I wanted to jump off a building 😀 But overall i had a nice time! And ooo what color is your record?

I totally get the shopping part! I too have my fair share of body image issues so I don’t blame you for feeling like that. But I'm glad you were able to find some clothes that you feel at least okay in! I'm sure you’ll look lovely in your choices! And I'm glad you had a nice break! You for sure have earned that little break! And don’t ever feel bad about not staying on top of your writing schedule, it’s a BUSY season for high schoolers and if you're helping with senior activities it’s so stressful! So be kind on yourself and if you need to miss a day or a few weeks of posting that’s okay💗

Hope you had a nice week back! I miss you! Hope you have a lovely weekend! Love you!!!-💜

So glad you liked Ding and Neighbors! I was a bit worried about Neighbors--I struggle with angsty stuff sometimes but I guess maybe it's the whole it's coming from my brain thing again. Maybe I'm biased but I love Ding a lot 😭 I'm really excited about it (so excited that I may have written the last part before parts 4, 5, and 6 lol)

ANYWAY.

OMG JUNNNNNEEEEE?! Ma'am I'm so sorry that seems so far away--I'm sure you'll crush it and it will be here before you know it (I'm VERY excited for June--I can't last much longer in my classroom I'm going out of my mind. This week felt endless and exhausting and I keep thinking every week is going to get better, less tiring and they're just NOT. Idk what the problem is.) I miss your hot professor for you 😭 I'm glad you have hot TAs you can sub in for him--def not the same but will help for the next five weeks.

There are no wrong paths in college. If you take extra time (or have to take summer classes) it's where you're supposed to be and it's not a big deal. You'll get it done and do fantastic 💕

So cool about your records! I love that for you! It's so funny you called stores for a poster 😭 (Fun fact: I HATE phone calls. Like an OBNOXIOUS irrational fear) I'm sorry you didn't get it, I hope you can find it at some point in time! I'm glad it was enjoyable overall and you got the ones you wanted. My one lonely record is bright yellow and kinda see through--it's really pretty! I'm not sure why I'm surprised. Everything Harry does is pretty.

Honestly, I think I will def be missing a few posting dates. I don't want to, but I think it's inevitable. I can't wait for summer 😭

No plans for this weekend! Hopefully it will be relaxing but I'm afraid I'll be filling it up with a million things I need to get done that didn't get done during the week. I plan on making sure I read and go for a walk on both days so as long as I do that I think it will be okay--and of course write Ding Part 4. (I also need to fold my laundry and vacuum but those are my fave chores). I hope you have a fun weekend planned--you deserve it after exams and not getting your poster 💕

Love you, bestie!!!!

xoxo

[tyunni]

##__ reaction to someone flirting with you - enhypen edition.

enhypen masterlist | library

a/n: this is actually so short... i haven't written short reactions in quite a while now! i rlly don't wanna publish these but i need to work on my posting schedule and this is the only thing i've got for now 💀💀

pairings: ot7 x gn!reader. genre: fluff, crack. warnings: cursing, not proofread, mentioned "getting in your pants" during jake's part, jungwon is a only a teeny tiny bit mean. wc: 0.9k+.

HEESEUNG • 희승

gets so confused, because he's clearly holding your hand right now, it's obvious that you two are dating... so why are they still flirting with you?

doesn't know what to do. just stands there all stiff, eyes widened in shock and lips forming a thin line as he tries his best to think of a way to get you out of this situation.

would most likely wait for the person to stop trying, but if he sees you become visibly uncomfortable he squeezes your hand to reassure you and finally steps in:

"you're making my s/o uncomfortable, they're not interested. just leave."

JAY • 제이

he gives me major "i'm just gonna sit here and laugh at their failed attempts to steal my s/o until they get the message and leave" vibes

and he does exactly that, his gaze is set upon the person who's been trying to get your number for at least 10 minutes now.

and the look on his face... phew, if looks could kill! he's eyeing the other up and down, silently judging them and their poor choice of not only pick up lines, but clothing as well.

shuts down all of their attempts by either shaking his head in disapproval, scoffing, chuckling or just simply saying "no."

the person probably gets uncomfortable and/or embarrassed and walks away

JAKE • 제이크

oh he is having NONE of it.

jake is usually a very chill person, opting to resolve problems he has with other people calmly. not this time tho-

especially not after every time he tried to say something he'd get cut off by the person flirting with you, it annoyed him quite a bit. and he thought it was pathetic of them to think that you'd go for someone who has no common sense and respect for other people.

now sim jaeyun has lost his cool. it was definitely a sight to see for both you and the other person because jake never loses his cool.

"listen here you weirdo. first you walk over to me and my s/o while we're having a peaceful date and try getting in their pants even though it's quite clear that i'm their boyfriend. then you cut me off when i try to explain that they're dating me. who the hell do you think you are? don't you feel embarrassed?"

SUNGHOON • 성훈

confused part 2. he's not the one for PDA and he isn't very touchy in public, but it's quite obvious that he's your boyfriend just by the lovestruck look on his face... well at least he likes to thinks so.

tries to stay calm but you can see that he's obviously annoyed by the persons audacity to even come near you. he's definitely angry but tries to hold himself back so he doesn't make a scene.

"okay, enough. now if you'll excuse us we have places to be, let's go MY S/O."

literally yells the last part to emphasize on the fact that you two are indeed dating. gets a tad bit insecure after and is much bigger on PDA the entire day because he doesn't want to sit through the same thing again.

SUNOO • 선우

the second he sees them approach you, he already has a bad feeling. and when he notices the way they aren't taking their eyes off you, before they even manage to get a word out he gives them a death glare.

the other person seems to be unfazed though, but two can play that game.

first he starts off small, he intertwines your fingers together and waits for the person to notice. when they don't, he moves onto level 2: kissing your cheek. for someone who can't stop looking at you, they sure as hell are blind to not notice what he just did.

and when the other doesn't budge after sunoo plants a kiss on your lips, he gets frustrated.

"ugh, can't you take a hint?! i literally just kissed them on the lips. they're taken, go away."

JUNGWON • 정원

like jay, he just stares the person down with a judgemental look on his face. the only difference is that jungwon is far more vocal when it comes to their horrible flirting skills.

he's a bit mean BUT IT'S SO FUNNY-

"this is getting painful to watch." "'did it hurt when you fell from heaven?'... really? that one is literally older than my grandmother." "please, just stop trying already! even if they didn't have a boyfriend, with such shitty pick up lines like yours they wouldn't settle for you. step up your game."

with a dramatic scoff he takes your hand in his and walks away from the person, grumbling something about how you're his and his only.

NI-KI • 니키

tries to act all tough but in reality he's falling apart on the inside- not because he's scared they're going to steal you away or anything, he's just... completely clueless at the moment.

looks at you for help, but when he sees that you're just as confused as he is, riki cracks his knuckles (literally), clears his throat and straightens his back in hopes of scaring the person away.

which kind of works because... ni-ki is very tall and is quite literally towering over them. so they're definitely a bit intimidated. he takes advantage of that and tells them to leave.

"listen, i know they're very pretty/handsome, but they already have a boyfriend and it's me."

is so glad that they left you two alone because his voice started wavering near the end and he didn't want the person to think he felt threatened by them. literally lets out a sigh of relief along with you.

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chAIN. I adore theseee, thank you for the tag!! this will be ramblyy and maybe hard to understand but:

scrunchies!! the really soft comfy and the fancy ones (I got a starry one and 2 plaid/tattersall-looking in yellow and pink as gifts during the winter holidays!) are always nice but the ones that are still soft but frayed from both time and being washed are amazing, especially when I want a small comfort or just a little down. maybe it's the memories of the fun stuff I've done while wearing them or just that I really really like scrunchies

I complete my academic work! that's usually very difficult and I need to ask for extensions but whenever I'm so close to done I am cheering!! (story from today: the English work I have right now is this speech thing and I was struggling but I got help and apparently I had everything I just needed to slow down to order everything, instead of wiping down all my words again and again. that was really nice)

my nails! they're like. a tad (not much!!) jagged right now due to biting them but they're still kind of long! when I'm bored I'll take a pen or marker and doodle on them, and once I'm satisfied I can either wipe off the design easily with my other thumb or keep it

artwork (painting in particular) gone right, as in, the feeling of doing the painting and the frustrating little bits just the laughter and parts that even after finsihing just aren't quite right but after so long I managed to complete something! I did it! I started something and saw it to the end!!! wooo!!

boba with friends, off the top of my head: (1)with my best friend who lives hours away, and (2) one of my school friends bringing me to a plaza I hadn't seen before can I expand on the former. pretty sure I can but this is longgggg (1) we only see each other in-person a few times a year so maaaybe I'm looking at it with rose-tinted-lenses, but! I got this ice coffee with strawberry popping boba (another friend told me it sounds bad, then they thought about it for a second more and said it sounds bad but seems like it'll taste good') which was amazing!! I think that might have been the first time I had strawb popping boba, I'd definitely get it again. (she got mango, I can't remember if I stole some or not but probably ajkalkajlajkl) I want a sixth so:

spelling words!! very simple but I managed to get a lot more right first try here than usual so!! aaa (the more I think the more I could list off but I have tasks to do wqdijowqiodohwqk. feel like I must mention the boop war, I've found some really funny people through that, and it made interacts soooo easy; and fanfics, especially podfics! I bonded with people over those)

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[thisismysecondrodeo]

I love your wedding blurb so much BUT what about the angst of the roles being reversed? Ted is panicking and Roy or beard come to tell Keeley to let you know cause they don’t know what to do. When you do finally make it to him:

“Ted, honey what’s wrong? Do you… not want to get married? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Oh I don’t have any doubts about marrying you, of course. You’re the only thing I’m sure of most days. But I won’t lie to you darlin’ I am a tad bit nervous about being a husband again because I wasn’t all that good at it the first time.”

AN: Thank you for this request!! Now that I've finished Twitter Famous I have time to catch up on requests haha I think it turned out a little angstier than the first fic but I really liked this idea!

Rating: General

Tags: Keeley Jones, Coach Beard, Romance, Fluff, Weddings, Light Angst, Panic Attack, Happy Ending Wedding Day (OG) | Fic Masterlist

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Ted wiggled his hips, dancing as usual to Easy Lover as he buttoned his suit pants and tried his hardest not to think. He had been looking forward to this day for an entire year since he popped the question and now that it was here he wasn’t less excited, but if he thought too hard…well, he didn’t want to think about thinking either. He wanted to get dressed and walk down the aisle and greet you with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes and he absolutely did not want to think. 

But as he tied his tie, his hands shook and his temples were sweaty and, shoot, he definitely didn’t want to have to change shirts even though he did have extras. He thought he was making good time, he thought he was totally calm, but all of a sudden he was on the floor. He didn’t know how he got there, but his back was pressed to the wall and Beard was in front of him, and Roy was in the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed, which generally wasn’t a huge concern because Roy kind of always looked like that, but now he was self-conscious. 

“I’m, uh, my shirt,” Ted tried to say but it was a hoarse whisper and Beard wasn’t sure what he was actually attempting to communicate. “God, and my hair! I just—” 

Beard was doing his best but he was at a bit of a loss and Roy, ever the stoic, was certainly no use. “Go tell Keeley to get Y/N,” Beard said, his voice quiet to try to not send Ted further into his panic, but the other man didn’t even seem to notice. 

“But they shouldn’t see each other, I tho—”

Beard wanted to yell at Roy, wanted to point at Ted and ask, “do you really think that matters right now?” But he just fixed him with a withering look and Roy scrambled to obey. 

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Keeley tapped lightly on the door where you were getting ready. You were glad everyone was staying on-site at the venue because it made it easy to relax as you did your own hair and makeup. You didn’t have to worry about leaving at a particular time and it was ultimately comforting to know Ted was well within reach, even though you hadn’t seen him in 24 hours. 

“Yeah, come in!” 

Keeley peeked around the corner and where you expected a gleeful grin and squeal the woman’s face was set and grim. “Ted’shavingapanicattackandwethinkyoushouldgoseehim,” Keeley said in a singular breath and you only caught “Ted” and “panic attack” but that was enough to get your pulse thundering. You stood up, throwing a silky white dressing gown over your tank top and shorts that had been a gift from Rebecca at your bachelorette party. 

“Take me to him.” 

By the time you made it to Ted’s suite, he was up and drinking water and looking a little rumpled and tired but generally okay and God, you loved him. Roy and Beard looked to you immediately as Keeley let you in the room, but you had eyes only for Ted and you knew you loved him more than he did yesterday and yet less than you would tomorrow. Ted finally noticed you and turned, his one loose tendril falling into his eyes and a frustrated look on his face. 

“Y/N you didn’t have to come, I told them I was fine—”

You ignored his protests, nodding at Beard and Ted and hooking your thumb at the door, and they quickly took the hint. As soon as the door shut, you took Ted’s hands in your own, running your thumbs over his knuckles. 

“Baby, I love you so much. More than I even have words for right now, but it’s okay if you don’t want to get married. I don’t want you to send yourself into a tizzy over that,” you meant it, you’d love him forever no matter what happened, but just saying the words brought tears to your eyes. 

“Honey, honey, of course I want to marry you! Don’t you doubt that for a single second, darlin’ I’m so sorry for scarin’ ya. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and on most days you’re the only thing I’m sure of. I, uh, I guess I was just in here gettin’ ready and I realized that I was about to be a husband again…and I don’t know how good I was at that the first time.” 

You tugged Ted toward the bed in the center of the room, your back against the headboard, and pulled your future husband to rest against your chest. You rocked him gently, your hands wrapped around him and pressing into his chest. “Don’t you apologize for scaring me. I’m sorry you’re scared. But I don’t believe in ‘good husbands.’” 

You felt Ted tense in your arms and you tightened your grasp, pressing a kiss to the graying temples you loved so much. “Here me out,” you chuckled, “I don’t believe in ‘good husbands.’ I believe in two people that love each other committing to filing their taxes together forever.” Ted laughed lightly, relaxing into your hold. “I believe in taking turns doing the dishes and going to sleep angry if it means still sleeping in your arms. I believe people that love each other aren’t good husbands and good wives, they’re just good people. And, my love, you're the best person I know.” 

Ted hummed, surreptitiously wiping his eyes and covering his emotion with a cough, but he knew that you knew you’d gotten through to him. 

“You know what,” Ted said, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss on your open palm. “I believe you’re right.” 

“See, that’ll get you halfway there already,” you teased, kissing his ear and neck and he tilted his head to give you more space. You grinned, “I believe this part comes later. After I commit to living happily ever after with the love of my life.” 

Ted groaned playfully, but sat up and pulled you with him, “well we oughta get to gettin’ then, shouldn’t we?”

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