#i did bruise my elbow tho so that sucks

[ivys-garden]

Please enjoy this hobbled together meme, based on an image that flashed into my head at 3am as I fell out of my bed and onto the floor.

[ptergwen]

through the lens

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)

summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project

a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these… let’s call it random workings of my mind

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“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.

mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.

you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.

“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.

your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in…” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.

“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.

“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”

the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.

he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.

“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.

may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.

“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”

on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.

mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.

the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.

“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.

“hey… i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i… i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.

ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.

“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just… had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.

“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“

“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because…” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.

“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.

“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i… i…” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”

“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”

ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and… you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”

his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so… i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.

“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.

“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because it’s embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”

peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.

“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.

“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it… you losers want the rest?”

while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.

“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like… this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly… in a good way, i mean,” she promises.

“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.

peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”

“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a…” ned catches on. “it comes after please…” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”

that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.

“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.

“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”

eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.

“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.

tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.

[weaselbrownie]

distractions | g.w

george weasley x fem!reader

summary : george needs your attention but you are too busy with your school duties

warning : NSFW! 18+! smut, swearing, degradation (tiny bit), praising, cockwarming, dom!george (mostly?), breeding kink, choking, slapping (once)

word count : 3.2k

a/n : I tried to do sub!george but my fingers slipped whoops, honestly tho this is the second time this has happened ugh 

Snape's unbearable voice droned on and on as you tried your hardest not to close your heavy eyes. It was the last period and everyone was tired, put that and Snape together in a boiling potions classroom, you get disaster. 

You were sitting next to George and Lee in one of the many round tables scattered around the classroom. George was tracing his fingers up your thigh, making out lazy shapes as he too was trying his hardest not to fall asleep. 

Just as you were about to give up the bell finally rang. You shoot out of your stool along with George, Lee, and Fred and jog quickly out of the classroom to get some cool air. The four of you walked in a line to go back to the Gryffindor common room, chatting about the latest gossip at school. 

When you got in the common room you told the boys you wanted to head up and study for an upcoming test tomorrow and they let you go, well except George, he insisted to come up with you to 'study' and you know well that it will end up with none of you actually studying, knowing the consequences you let his come along anyways– too tired to put up a fight right now. 

As you got to your dorm George quickly collapsed on your bed, taking off his robe and loosening his tie in the process. You however didn't come anywhere near your bed, immediately sitting in front of your desk and taking out a few textbooks and your quill. 

"You're really studying?" George asked from behind you, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow showing his veiny arms.

"Uh– Yes?" You scoffed back at your boyfriend with a slight chuckle. 

George didn't answer as he watched you take off your robe and school jumper, untucking your white button-up before loosening your tie and undoing the top 3 buttons on your shirt. He couldn't see anything as you had your back to him but he already knew the view, considering it was already printed permanently on his mind. You turned around in your chair to toss the clothing onto your bed, your cleavage coming to view– littered in fresh purple bruises. 

George's breath hitched as dirty images from the night before filled his mind. You on your knees with his cock in between your plump pink lips. You bent over his legs as he thrust his digits up your heat. You on your back and your legs on his shoulder as he pounded into your sopping cunt. 

You caught a glimpse of George's flustered face and smiled to yourself before turning back to your books, opening them, and started to make notes on a blank piece of parchment. You could hear George shuffling a little behind you, trying to get rid of the tent in his pants. 

"Darling..." George called out softly to you.

"Hm?" 

"Can you finish that later?"

"No" 

"Darling please–" 

"No Georgie stop whining you were the one who wanted to come up with me," You affirm to him which left him silent. 

George stayed still for 5 minutes before he started getting fussy again, it took all his self-control to not go over your desk and throwing you over his shoulder. After sitting down for another 5 minutes he gave up and his hand flew to the top of his erection to palm himself through his pants. 

You could hear George's breath getting uneven and you turned around to see him with his eyes closed and his head thrown back by the headboard as his hand worked himself on the tent in his pants. 

You smirked and slowly got up to move towards him. You stood next to the bed and leaned down to place your hand on top of his causing his eyes to shoot open just to come face to face with your breast. 

"You're that desperate huh?" You cooed to your boyfriend who's as red as his hair. 

"N-no – Wait yes– Wait fuck, darling please" He whined in front of you keeping his eyes on your breasts. 

You smirked at him before standing straight and crossed your arms in front of your chest, purposely tightening the grip to push your breast up a little. 

"Get up" You blurted to your boyfriend who still sat on the bed. 

George quickly got up to tower over you with a desperate expression. You trailed your fingers up his arms and to his neck, pulling him into you for a kiss. Your hungry lips meet another while his hands move to trail every inch of your body. Your hand started to roam George's body– touching and groping anything that passed. Your hand hitched lower and lower until it met the top of his smart trousers, going even lower you traced your hand to the side of his thigh– purposely missing the obvious large tent in his pants. As he was about to deepen the kiss you broke away from him.

"Darling no–" 

"Stop it– I'm in charge here!" You snapped at your whining boyfriend. 

You took a step back and went to undo the rest of your buttons on your shirt. Right after you finish you little task your hands flew back onto George’s body, fingers dancing around as it neared the zipper that would unlock his throbbing member. You swiftly took off his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock that stood straight. His cock was slightly pink at the top with pre-cum leaking down. You eyed his member for a sweet second before smirking at him. 

George expected you to get on your knees or at least touch him once you took his cock out, so it surprised him when you took a step back– leaving him and his cock hovering in the cool air. You kept your eyes on him when you took your hands back to zip down your skirt, revealing your black panties– which you took off on the spot too. 

"Sit" You ordered George– motioning to the chair you previously sat on. 

George gulped, making his Adam's apple bob down before hurrying to sit on the chair. You slowly followed him to the chair, as the view of George squirming with his cock out makes you wetter than you already were. You chuckled lightly before stepping over his legs and hovered above his cock. You placed your hands on the desk as George used his hand to guide his cock into you.  The both of you hissed in pleasure as you sank down on him, taking in inch by inch until he was balls deep in you. George's hand flew up to your hips starting to bounce you on his dick but you swatted his hands away. 

"No!"

"Wha- No?" George asked in disbelief.

"You distracted me from my work, so now you're going to sit there and wait until I finish my work!" You snapped back at the boy who was whining already. 

It killed him to have to sit there when he's deep inside you, your walls hugged his cock like a warm blanket driving him crazy having to keep still. However, George didn't want to push his luck with you so he obeyed and sat still. He tried his hardest not to move when you would occasionally squeeze your walls but that doesn't stop him from letting out the filthy moan that hits you right on your dripping core. 

It had been 25 minutes and he was seconds away from completely going nuts, fortunately, you were already on your last sentence when George was starting to really squirm under you. You set your quill down and closed the ink on your desk before turning your head around to see George's head thrown back on top of the chair and his eyes shut. 

"Hi Georgie," You cooed to your boyfriend. 

With the sound of your sweet voice, George's eyes shot open and he picked up his head to meet your eyes, he really does look like he's suffering. You kissed the side of his mouth before getting up, earning a pained groan from George. 

"Alright alright– I'm sorry" You chuckled down at him before coming down sit on his lap, facing him this time. 

George pouted up at you and gripped your hips signaling that he wanted to be inside you. You pecked his pouted lips before trailing your hand to his painfully erect dick. Gripping the base you moved your fist closer to the tip earning a broken moan from George. You circled your thumb over the red tip a few times to collect the pre-cum before bringing them to your mouth to suck them dry. You lifted your thumbs to your lips before putting them in to taste him, the sensation of sweet and salty jolts your body awake. You closed your eyes enjoying his taste knowing he's watching your every move. 

You finally took your thumb out of your mouth and opened your eyes to find George with his mouth agape watching you. You smiled at him before cupping his face pulling him for a kiss. 

"Hey, do you think you can fuck me now?" You asked as you softly pulled away from his lips. 

"Oh, darling I've wanted to fuck you from the moment we walked in this room" George chuckled as his eyes darkened with lust. 

You kissed his cheek one last time before hovering above him, taking his hard cock in your hands and guiding him into you once again. Like the last time– you both hissed in pleasure and George's hand tightens on your hips. Once he's fully in you started to bounce on him, pleasure completely taking over. George was big, but taking him like this really gave you all new sensations. 

"O-oh fuck darling–" George slurred out as he threw his head back once more.

Just watching and hearing George was too much for you, his slightly damp hair falling on his face, his deep voice letting out moans just for you, you didn't know what you did to deserve such a man. 

You continued to bounce on George as your high approached you. George could tell from your more constant moan and from the way you gripped his shoulder hard. He has gone through this one too many times to not see the signs. 

"Are you cumming darling?" George asked in a deep moaned voice. 

"Y-yes yes oh Georgie please– please make me cum–" You choked out as your submissive side comes out. 

"What happened to being in charge love? Abandoning your role already?" George smirked at his girlfriend who was still bouncing on his cock. 

"I don't care anymore please just make me cum–" You cried out in pleasure as it nearly washes over you.

"Gladly"

With your request, George started to drive his cock in and out of you faster before one of his hands left your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. You let more filthy moans as George stayed still but his fingers work quickly to get you to your high. He kept rubbing you with one hand as the other kept a grip on you to stay still on his cock. You grind down onto his cock as he continuously rubs your throbbing clit. Seconds later you were gripping his shoulder– choking out air as you come hard on him, coating his cock that's still inside you. 

Without warning, George wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up not breaking the contact. He slowly walked over to your bed and gently placed your head on the fluffy pillows by the headboard. He then settled once more between your legs– his hard cock still inside you. 

"Now darling I think it's cute that you think you can take charge– but tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name" George whispered in your ear as he drags his teeth down your neck. 

"I hope those aren't just empty words sir"  You teased him as he lifted his face from your neck, revealing a tense jaw and wicked smirk. 

George let out a dark chuckle before pulling nearly completely out and slamming his member into you again earning a loud filthy moan from you. He repeated this over and over again– picking up the pace in the process, completely destroying your cunt. George's face came down inches away from yours before crashing his lips onto yours, pleasure lulling you away from reality. 

"Is this what you want?" George hissed as he pulled his lips away from you "Pretending to take charge when really– you just want me to fuck you like the slut you are" George continued to pound into you, spreading your thighs wider at every thrust. 

You hummed in response as the overstimulation started to hit the lower part of your body. "Answer me slut!" He finally snapped at you, giving your cheek a subtle smack, turning you on further than you expected. 

"Y-yes" 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me like– like the slut I am" You finally fully caved into him. 

"Good girl" George praised you as he focused his thrust to ruin your pretty little cunt. Without warning, George pulled out of your warm walls making you whimper at the loss. He shuffled back onto his knees and flipped you around to your stomach before lifting your hips to meet his tip. "Let’s fuck you like the slut you are then" He whispered as his fingers came down to your heat, collecting your juices and opening up your cunt. 

You tried your best to nod and whimper for him as a response once more but he wasn't having any of it. Before you knew it a cold hard slap was delivered to your left ass cheek making you moan out loud again. "Use your words!" George hissed as he continued to slap your right ass cheek.

"Y-yes sir– please fuck me"

"Fuck you?"

"Yes fuck me like the slut I am sir please–" You whimpered, wiggling your hips up even higher in the cold air, exposing your cunt to the eager man behind you. 

George then proceeded to guide his hard length into you in one swift motion, bottoming out completely into you making you arch your back even more. His big hands came down to your hips before rocking you into the mattress to fuck you hard. George didn't even give you time to adjust to the new position– slamming his hips fast and hard into you from behind. 

You were whimpering as the knot in your stomach started to grow again. George was hitting that spot in you that you have never been able to reach yourself. When you thought things couldn't get better George's hand left your hips and wrapped itself around your throat before pulling you up to his chest. The new angle allowed him to hit you even deeper, making you moan out his name in pained pleasure. You were choking out for air as he pounded into you from behind. 

"Yeah, you like that?" George grunted slamming his hips into you at an inhuman speed, “My pretty little slut” He cooed as his fingers tightens around your throat, placing his fingers perfectly to cut out the oxygen coming to your brain. 

"Y-yes sir I like it" You started to stutter trying to find ways to let the words escape your mouth without letting out too much air. “More please– m-more” You cried as you could feel the pounding on the back of your head. 

George's mouth snaked to your shoulder as he bit down on it, muffling his groan into your delicate skin. He gave you a couple more strong thrusts before letting go of your throat making you fall down completely onto the mattress. He was not done with you yet, he used the hand that previously hugged your throat to push your head down into the mattress. You could feel the tears that threatened to fall start to form on the verge of your eyes, blurring your dark vision as you cried into the open air. 

He pounded into you again and again, conjuring stars for you to see. The knot in your stomach grows tighter as it gets harder to hold it in. You could feel your consciousness starting to slip as he works your cunt. "Sir– I'm gonna cum please"  You whimpered out as more tears started to fall. 

"You can't take it anymore huh?" George grunted back at you, not stopping his hard movements. You could only shake your head aggressively giving him a sign that you were really on the edge. "Alright then pretty girl" He grunted again, lowering his head down to trail kisses down your spine "Cum on my cock c’mon– show me that you’re not just a slut" 

Your mouth hung open as another orgasm washed over you, your lower back aches and your cunt on fire as the filthy moans escaped your trembling lips. Your toes curling and your back arching, your juices started to gush out of your cunt, completely coating George's cock as he drives it in and out harder, helping you ride out your high. “Good girl, there you go” George cooed as your vision started to get blurry when he continued to pound into you after your second orgasm, extremely sensitive, you whimpered out to your boyfriend who was chasing his own high.  

George's hand let go of your head and placed them back into the original position of your hips. Giving you a couple more thrust he started to get sloppy, motioning that he was about to cum. "I'm gonna cum inside alright" He whimpered out before throwing his head back with his eyes on the back of his head. George let out a series of curse words as he empties his load inside you, painting your walls with his thick ropes of cum. He came harder than he ever did, you could feel it as his seeds completely fill you up. George stayed still before slowly pulling out, his seeds immediately spilling out of you.  

"Would you look at that darling, you can't even hold my cum inside you" He chuckled before bringing his middle finger to your heat, collecting his cum and pushing it back inside you.

You softly moaned as you felt his fingers enter you. George pulled his fingers out before wiping them on your things. He guided you onto your back once again. He then swiftly laid down next to you, prompting out on his side as he opened your legs. Your gaze followed his hands as they started to near your heat. You watched him as his hands danced around your heat, collecting both your orgasm before shoving them back into you. 

"I need you to keep it in alright" George whispered as he brought his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips. 

George kissed your side once more before getting up to put on a fresh pair of boxers and moving to your trunk to get you a fresh underwear. George closed your trunk again and shuffled to the bed to see you completely fucked out, making him smile. He opened your legs again and brought each leg to the hole of the panties before putting it on you properly. His lips came down to your hips to give it a kiss before it trails up to your chest and your lips. 

"Are you alright?" George asks worriedly when he realizes you haven't said anything. 

"I'm alright Georgie, that was just– really good" You sigh as you opened your eyes, revealing your boyfriend staring down at you worriedly. 

A small smile danced on your lips before you brought both your arms up to wrap them around his neck bringing him down on you. He kissed your shoulder before resting his head on the crook of your neck, settling down. 

"Are you sure you don't want to shower first?" George asked as he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. 

You shook your head before kissing his forehead. "Later Georgie" You mumbled into his hair as sleep started to take over.

"Alright darling– I love you" 

"I love you too Georgie"

[inkykeiji]

Clari, I had to get blood drawn yesterday, and, long story short, I ended up with a massive bruise on the inside of my elbow today, and my boyfriend keeps looking over at it and glaring and ranting to everyone about how angry it makes him that I got a bruise, and I just wanted to tell you because it strikes me as something both Touya-nii and Bmb! Tomura would do.

AWWWW HEHEHE no this is so cute tho!!!!!!! it absolutely is something both touya-nii and bmb!tomura would do!!! they’d be so pissed like how dare someone leave even the faintest mark on their precious baby? how dare someone even hurt their baby in the fucking slightest!? this is the nurse’s job, goddamn it, they should be able to do it perfectly!! only the best for their baby, of course <3 even if ‘the best’ is a highly unattainable standard <3 tomura would literally come home storming through the door like dabi! LOOK at what they did to my baby!!! look at it!!!!! fucking ridiculous!!! and touya-nii would call natsuo to rant about it, who would indulge his brother but be holding back little chuckles and snorts because yes, niisan, of course it is entirely unacceptable, but this isn’t exactly an unusual—no, you’re right niisan, it should’ve never happened in the first place. yes, i agree, they should never cause her any more pain than is necessary, yes, it is an absolute travesty, i know…

on a side note, i’m so sorry u bruised :( i end up with big bruises every single time i get blood taken and it really sucks >.< i hope you feel better soon my friend!!! <33

[shhh-no-ones-home]

tantalizing* bucky barnes x reader

+++++++++ Holy shit this is so long (wc: 2011) I'm so sorry 😅 worth it tho 👀

* - Convincing him to let off some steam after a very stressful mission in which he is frustrated and agitated over and in need of some relief. god i havent written smut in so long, i hope its not too bad lmfao

Song: sick from the melt by motionless in white 

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

"can you calm down?"

i said, venom barely dripping from my tone.

"No! I'm just frustrated. And angry. And pissed off!"

He seethed, pacing in front of me.

"God you need to get laid."

I said annoyed, rolling my eyes. I noticed he had stopped pacing now, looking at me like I was crazy.

"What?"

I asked innocently and he shook his head, continuing to wear a hole into the carpet of our shared hotel room. His bed was still made, his duffle bag sat neatly atop it like he hadn't even touched it since we had arrived.

"I just. God I want to punch his face in. I can't believe I was so stupid."

He lamented and I sighed, sitting back on my hands and crossing one leg over the other.

"I'm telling ya, it's a really good way to let off some steam."

I pointed out but he just kept going.

"Who does he think he is? And don't think I'm ranting, because I'm not. I'm quiet and reserved and-"

"Need to get laid."

I repeated and he sent me a look.

"Okay, what is with you?!"

He asked and I shrugged.

"You have a lot of pent up emotion and I just think it would help. Forgive me for trying to be a real one."

I said and he just stared at me, a darkness to his features.

"I'm not that kind of guy."

He said, moving to pace again and I snorted.

"What?"

He asked irritated and I shook my head.

"Nothing, you keep wearing the carpet down trying to solve the world's problems."

He rolled his eyes at me.

"When you're ready to get some let me know. Either I'll help you get it done or I'll call someone for each of us cause lord knows I could use it too."

I said, pulling my arms out from under me and falling on my back, staring at the popcorn ceiling.

"Did you just offer to get me a call girl?"

He asked and I snorted.

"Call girl. God you are old."

"I don't need a prostitute."

I shrugged, my t-shirt moving and holding against the white sheets folded over on my own bed.

"Maybe you don't but if you don't stop complaining I'm gonna."

I torted back.

"Surely you are not that shallow."

He said and I laughed, sitting up on my elbows.

"You wanna come over here and help a girl out instead? It'd save me a couple hundred."

He sent me a look and I just stared at him.

"I'm being serious."

I said after a minute. When he still didn't say anything or move I stood up, walking to him and staring him down.

"What's it gonna be sergeant Barnes?"

I said lowly, taunting him. I watched as his jaw clenched, staring back down at me like he'd die if he didn't.

"You want it that bad?"

He growled and I could feel a wave of desire wash through my body.

"Dont you?"

I challenged. There was a long pause, making sure we understood each other, before he slammed his lips into mine. In the moment it felt like my brain short circuited, slinging my arms around his neck as he held my hips for dear life. And before I knew it we were fighting for more kisses, the air barely staying in my lungs as his hands roamed my body, tugging at clothes I wish would vanish.

"Just rip it."

I said against his mouth as he tried to undo my bra from under my shirt. It was old and I had brought a back up for the trip so I wasn't that worried about it, I just wanted this to happen.

"This is harder than you'd think, not being able to actually feel it."

He said. And just as it clicked what he meant it didn't matter. In a second my shirt was over my head and he was tearing the front of my bra open like an animal. He groaned as he came back to kiss me, finally trailing down my neck as he undid my pants, moving long enough for me to get rid of his shirt too. What I wasn't ready for was, once naked, he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, kicking off his own bottoms and crawling up between my legs.

"God I want this so bad."

He said a little breathlessly, kissing down my chest, his hands roaming my thighs.

"I need you."

I whined, my fingers pressing hard into his shoulder blade as he went further and further down my body.

"Beautiful."

He said, kissing the inside of my thigh, hoisting my leg onto his shoulder as he sucked a hickey into it.

"Bucky."

I moaned, closing my eyes as he leaned down, getting closer and closer to my core.

"Use your words gorgeous."

He sang, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"Just fuck me."

I sighed out, digging my head into the mattress as he licked a stripe up my folds. Needless to say I wasn't ready for what he had to offer, his tongue pressing figure eights against my clit as he brought his hand up to tease me. It was soft touches for a moment but then it was two fingers, pumping in and out of me slowly. When he moved to suck my clit instead i gripped the sheets tightly with one hand, the other going to the back of his head as I panted.

"Please. Bucky."

I sighed out, scratching the back of his head. When he slowed his hand I couldn't help pushing my hips further into his face. my mouth dropped open when he added a third finger, pumping quickly until I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

"Jesus Christ!"

I yelled, him curling his fingers up and making my legs quiver against him as I came hard. I breathed heavily while he licked me clean, making me seize every time his tongue ran over my clit again. When he was done I pulled him to me, slamming my lips against his and kissing him hungrily.

"How was that?"

He asked and I nodded against him, placing open mouthed kissed along his jaw.

"Otherworldly."

He just smirked at me.

"That's good, cause I'm not done yet."

He said and I sent him a worried look.

"Don't worry, it's nothing you can't handle."

He reassured. I couldn't think straight so I settled on nodding, tracing my fingers down his torso. As I reached his erection I touched it gently, watching it jump before I grabbed it and pumped him a few times. He moaned loudly, closing his eyes as I swirled my thumb around his tip, smearing his precum across it. He half opened his eyes to watch me but as I went to go down on him he stopped me.

"No, I want to be inside you."

He said darkly, pulling me into his lap instead. I looked down at him with lust filled eyes as he began kissing across my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting it. I moaned at the sensation, bucking my hips against him. As his mouth moved he pulled me closer, helping me line up above him and pushing my hips down. We both moaned at the feeling, him dropping his head back as I sat back up and sank back down onto him.

"Y/n."

He groaned, pressing his finger tips into my hips as I began riding him. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. He guided me more than anything though, holding me so firmly I was sure there would be bruises later. But God it felt so good I didn't even care. I just wanted to be closer to him.

"Switch?"

I asked and he looked almost nervous.

"I don't want to break you."

He said, his brows knitted together and I laughed.

"Please do."

He sent me a look as I sank back down onto him. He moved to place one hand at my back and flipped us over, making me gasp as he managed to bury himself ever further in me.

"Bucky."

I moaned, him pushing the hair out of my face as he began pounding into me. It was so hard the bed was beginning to creak, the headboard now hitting back and forth into the wall. It was now the more prominent sound in the room, overtaking the sound of skin on skin or breathing or even the soft moans escaping his lips as he bit and sucked at my neck. I couldn't help the whine that made it's way through my body as I pressed my nails into his back.

He was fucking me so hard I was sure the bed would break, but so far it was holding up pretty well. He grunted harshly, pressing his fingers down between us and circling my clit a few times. I closed my eyes at the sensation, letting out breathy moans as he continued to take all his frustrations out on me. As he got faster though I got worried and suddenly I had spoken too soon. The next thing I knew the legs at the foot of the bed snapped, the two at the head following shortly after, making me scream in surprise. He looked at me with a worried expression until I shrugged, pressing my hips up against him and urging him to keep going. He just laughed a little and kissed me, slamming into me again. And with that I was done for.

"Bucky!!"

I screamed, feeling another rush of pleasure flood my body. But he kept going.

"So close."

He managed, tilting his head up and squeezing his eyes shut. He pushed into me a few more times before his mouth dropped, a deep moan escaping him as he came hard into me. He stayed there for a second, breathing deeply until he opened his eyes, pushing into me one, two, three more times before pulling out. I felt so empty as he rolled onto the bed beside me, it squeaking at the weight shift. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling his hot cum drip out of me and onto the sheets.

"I guess you were right."

He said after a long pause, taking my hand in his and bringing it up to kiss the back of it. I turned my head to look at him and he sent me a lazy smile.

"I don't think anything in my life could have ever prepared me for that."

I said seriously before cracking a smile and laughing, rolling over and him bringing me into his side.

"Are you okay though? Sometimes I don't know my own strength. I mean you weren't protesting during, but still. id feel bad if i hurt you."

He said and I kissed his chest lightly.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I think that's the best sex I've ever had. If I can't walk later it was totally worth it."

He laughed, kissing the top of my head. then he froze, his body tensing against me as he looked down at me.

"shit. I didn't even think about a condom. Do we need to go get something... Or?"

I looked up at him, blinking slowly, the tiredness hitting me like a train.

"We can go get a plan B pill when we leave in the morning. Right now I think we deserve a nap."

i said through a yawn. He smiled at me and nodded, watching my eyes flutter shut. I hummed as he pulled one of the blankets up over me, kissing my temple lightly.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Geralt and the Minotaur p8

y’all it’s finally here. the last part of the au i barely finished

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher and @jaskierswolf are truly the only reasons this got finished. Babes, I owe you my life. Bless.

Warnings: uh... lots of smut. its mostly smut, we pick up DIRECTLY where we left off with part 7, its soft tho, anal fingering, anal sex, soft bois being soft, little bit of insecure jask but not much. 

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Geralt stood, holding Jaskier against his chest as he stepped out of the bath. He walked straight past any robes or towels and through a curtained doorway to his bed chambers, snatching a bottle of massage oil as he went. 

Jaskier grinned and plucked the bottle from his hand as Geralt continued his path to the large bed behind yet another curtain, "And you pretend to be so innocent"

"Soldiers talk." Geralt explained with a wink, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed and placing reverent kisses along Jaskier’s collarbones. Jaskier hummed in pleasure, raking the fingers of his free hand through Geralt’s still damp hair and earning a soft moan in response. 

"Oh? You like that hmm?" Jaskier purred, "What else would you like?" 

Geralt dug his fingertips into Jaskier's hips and had to remind himself to be gentle when he saw the surprise in his eyes, "You."

Jaskier smiled fondly and kissed his forehead, "How would you like me?" 

"What do you wa-"

"No, my sweet, selfless hero. I want this to be special for you. How do you want me?" Jaskier caressed his cheek as he spoke, the tenderness dripping from every word. 

Geralt's cheeks burned with embarassment as he whispered, "I- I want you to… fuck me." 

Jaskier pulled him into a kiss, soft and sweet, before he stood from Geralt's lap, "Lay back against the pillows." 

Geralt immediately shimmied back to the middle of the bed, his heart absolutely racing as he watched Jaskier pour some oil over his fingers as he crawled into the bed after him. Jaskier gently spread Geralt's legs and bent his knees before pressing a trail of kisses over all his bruises on his way up to his lips. He hovered above the prince for a moment, their eyes locking  as their breath mingled between them before Jaskier gently brushed their lips together. 

Geralt shuddered, the anticipation and intensity sending shocks through his body already. Jaskier kept their lips pressed together as he gripped Geralt's cock, squeezing firmly and slowly moving along his length. Geralt's eyes rolled back in his head as he tilted his head away for air he suddenly needed so much more of. 

Jaskier nuzzled his cheek, "Stay here. Look at me," he whispered.

Geralt did as he was told, fixing his eyes on Jaskier's as best he could. 

"There's my hero," Jaskier's praise had Geralt's cock twitching in his hand and he raised an eyebrow, "Does that make you feel good, love?" 

Geralt licked his lips and tried to keep his breathing even as he nodded, "yes" 

Jaskier's grip tightened just a bit as he peppered the prince's face in kisses, muttering, " You're so good for me, so brave, so strong, so smart. My hero." 

Geralt's hips bucked as he moaned, unrestrained and desperate. 

Jaskier swallowed his following whimper in a deep kiss, pulling back enough to make sure Geralt was paying attention when he spoke, "are you sure you want this? We can stop or do something else if you want." 

Geralt shook his head, hands that had been tangled in the linens now finding their way to Jaskier's hips and back, "Please. I want to be yours." 

Jaskier buried his head an Geralt's neck and groaned, "Mm- fuck you can't just say things like that." 

Geralt ran his fingers through soft brown hair, struggling to think let alone speak, "Wh-y not?" 

Jaskier chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to Geralt's lips, "You might never get rid of me if you keep that up." 

"I'd never want to," Geralt sighed. 

Jaskier kissed him in earnest this time, all tongue and teeth and passion. Slowly, he guided one of Geralt’s hands from his waist to in between their bodies.

“You take over here,” He instructed as he wrapped Geralt’s hand around himself, Jaskier’s lips only leaving Geralt’s far enough to speak, “And tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”

Geralt nodded, leaning up to trap his lips in another kiss as Jaskier patted the bed for the oil. When he found it he uncorked it with one hand and wet his fingers again before running them over Geralt’s hole.  The demigod sucked in a breath and squirmed, not not remembering how to let the air escape until Jaskier started rubbing small circles over him. 

"That's it love, just breathe," Jaskier hummed, pressing kisses all over Geralt's neck and collar bone as he worked, adding a little more pressure once Geralt started breathing again. 

Geralt's hand stilled over his cock as he simply laid back and basked in the sensations, the way his spine tingled and his toes curled. Without thinking, his free hand roamed down Jaskier's back to his ass and squeezed, making him rut against Geralt's hips. The skin on skin contact of their hips alone was delicious, but their cocks momentarily being pushed together was divine. 

Geralt groaned and arched his back, pushing into Jaskier's hand, "More. Oh gods, please more."

"Stroke yourself, helps make it more comfortable at first," Jaskier panted, falling to his elbow over Geralt and resting his forehead on his collar bone. 

Geralt obeyed as Jaskier slowly pressed a finger into him. The sensation wasn't immediately pleasant, but not unpleasant. As Jaskier slowly started easing in and out Geralt began to feel a light pulsing pleasure, but it wasn't until Jaskier hooked his finger that he felt the shockwaves he'd heard tales about. His hips bucked and he nearly shouted his lovers name, gasping for breath when that same spot was brushed again. 

"You look absolutely celestial like this," Jaskier murmured, pressing back on his heels and stroking Geralt's inner thigh as he slowly added another finger. He kissed his knee while Geralt shuddered at the feeling of being so full. He never wanted anything but this again. If he could live in this moment forever, be would. But Jaskier seemed intent on wringing every bit of pleasure out of his body and proving over and over that that wasn't as good as it could get.  Geralt lost all sense of time, only Jaskier and the bed beneath them mattered. 

At some point Jaskier stretched over him again and pressed a reverent kiss to his lips, whispering, "You're ready, do you still want me to?' 

Geralt could only nod and whine, a high pitched, needy sound that he didn't even know he was capable of making. Jaskier slowly removed his fingers, using that hand to prop himself up while he brushed the hair off Geralt's forehead with the other, gently caressing his face as he shushed him. 

He cupped Geralt's cheek and pressed a kiss between his brows knit together in desperation, "Words, darling," he urged, not entirely patient himself. 

Geralt cradled Jaskier’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply, hungrily, before pulling back and panting a moment, “Please, Jask.”

“Of course, hero,” Jaskier hummed pressing a quick kiss to his lips before sitting back on his heels once more. He maneuvered a pillow under Geralt’s hips and ran his hands down his sides as he showered him in praises. If Geralt weren’t already flushed with arousal he’d be just as red from Jaskier’s words.  

He gasped when Jaskier lined himself up, just brushing his tip against Geralt. 

“You okay?” Jaskier asked as he rubbed soothing circles on Geralt’s hip.

When Geralt nodded Jaskier pushed forward, slowly but steadily, until he brushed Geralt’s prostate, making the prince moan.  Jaskier had prepped him well, he barely felt a stretch, but the new sensation was almost overwhelming. As Jaskier rocked gently, brushing that sensitive spot with each movement, he gasped and clutched at the bedding. When he finally pushed past and a little deeper Geralt was nearly boneless beneath him. 

He reached up and laid his hands over Jaskier’s, watching the reverence and barely restrained need in his features. He really was beautiful, with a slight sheen of sweat on his brow and those beautiful blue eyes trained on his prince. 

That’s what he was now, Geralt was sure. He’d never belong to anyone else. He wasn't sure he ever had. 

Jaskier stilled when he’d pushed in as far as he could and Geralt ran his hands as far up his arms as he could. 

“Fuck, you feel heavenly,” Jaskier groaned, leaning forward to kiss up Geralt’s neck to his lips before continuing, “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“For what?” 

Jaskier laughed as he propped himself up, brushing a few stray hairs out of Geralt’s face, “To move, darling.” 

The realization was clear on Geralt’s face, amusingly so, as he caught up, “Oh! Yes, go- do- hm. Yes.” 

“I love you,” Jaskier chuckled, kissing him briefly before starting a shallow thrusting pace.

Geralt arched his back, keening as he tried to put a response together. While he felt this good there was no talking. 

Jaskier picked up his pace until his thrusts were forceful and uneven and both of them were breathing hard. Geralt had never felt more desperate or euphoric, certainly not combined. The pressure between his hips just kept building and building, well beyond any breaking point he’d ever found on his own. Jaskier hit his prostate with a particularly forceful thrust and he cried out, the pleasure almost overwhelming. 

“Jask, please. I need- I- fuck…” Geralt hissed.

Jaskier seemed to know what he’d meant, taking him in hand and stroking in time with his thrusts. Geralt came apart in seconds, a string of curses and downright sinful moans falling from his lips as he writhed. He squeezed his eyes shut as the waves of ecstasy crashed over him, stealing his breath and his voice. 

When he finally opened his eyes he was panting, almost dizzy, and Jaskier was laying next to him, peppering kisses all over his collarbones and neck. 

He hummed and pulled him up for a real kiss, “What about you?” 

Jaskier giggled, kissing him again, “Oh I’m just fine darling. You didn’t notice?” 

Geralt ran a hand over Jaskier’s arm draped over his chest, snickering, “Zeus could have leveled the palace and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Good,” Jaskier said, wiggling his eyebrows, “We should probably head back to that bath for a bit before sleep.”

Geralt frowned and nestled into the pillows, “‘M sleepy.”

Jaskier rolled up and out of bed, “Come on sleepy. Let’s clean you up first. It’s really not something you want to do in the morning.” 

“Bossy…” Geralt gumbled, a soft smile on his lips despite his resistance. 

He almost fell asleep in the bath, but they were soon cleaned up and tucked beneath soft sheets and snuggled up with each other. 

Before he finally did fall asleep, Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s hair, mumbling something too quiet for Jaskier to hear. 

“What, darling?”

“I love you.” 

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In the morning Jaskier kept close to Geralt’s side as they ambled through the lavish breakfast set out for the palace guests, more than a bit nervous. Not about where he stood with Geralt, no that was pretty well shored up last night, but where he stood… anywhere. He was, after all, an unwanted farm hand, no royalty or even nobility. 

Geralt kept one hand on him at all times, both not ready to let go of his comforting warmth and wanting to constantly reassure Jaskier. 

When they made to sit down with the other survivors, far more hungover than they were, King Vessimir clapped a hand on Geralt’s shoulder, “Come sit next to me. I’ve missed your presence.” 

Jaskier hesitated, glancing between Geralt and the table as Geralt tightened his grip around his waist. 

“I’ve had a second place set next to yours,” Vessimir said with a fond roll of his eyes, “It was clear when you arrived you wouldn’t be separated. Come. Eat.” 

Geralt looked over to Jaskier and whispered, “Do you want to?”

“Of course,” he answered, positively beaming as they made their way to the King’s table. 

Vessimir, never having been one to beat around the bush, dove right in once they were seated, “My son has offered you a place to say, I hope?”

“I- about that,” Geralt turned to Jaskier with an unreadable expression, “I don’t know if I’ve said it, but I’d like you to stay here. There’s plenty of room in the palace and you’d be free to do as you wish.” 

Jaskier stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“I know you have a life across the city, and I’m not asking you to abandon it! I’d-” he glanced back at his father who was graciously pretending not to listen, “I’d miss you. And you’d always be loved. I don’t want you to f-” 

Jaskier interrupted him by placing a hand on his thigh, grinning from ear to ear, “Nothing could make me happier.”

Geralt leaned in for a kiss, not pulling away until someone cleared their throat.

“Welcome to the palace, Jaskier,” Vessimir had a hint of fond exasperation in his voice.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Vessimir sent him a wink, turning back to his breakfast as he spoke, “Geralt, I’ll give you the day off to show Jaskier around, but tomorrow we’ve a senate meeting and Eskel wishes to keep you in shape.”

Jaskier leaned in close to Geralt and whispered, “Do I get to come watch?” 

Geralt grinned and kept his eyes forward, “Might be too distracting.” 

Decades later, long after King Vessimir died and they’d built Athens into the glimmering jewel of the surrounding nations, they would look back on that first morning fondly. They’d lay tangled up with each other in a hammock, or the bath, or their bed, and reminisce about how naive they were and how reckless. Geralt liked to point out that, as far as impulsive royalty goes, he was rather tame, but Jaskier still teased him. He did, after all, volunteer for a suicide mission with about five seconds of forethought. 

Geralt maintains it was well worth it. 

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[poedamern]

Hey this might be a bit of a weird request, but can you do a mena x female hockey player (lol ik it’s kind of out there haha) it’s ok if you don’t want to. if you do tho idc what it’s about 💞

PAIRING: mena x female Reader / LENGTH: 990 / NOTE: i’m from australia and i’ve only ever seen ice hockey irl once and every other time was in original disney movies haha so i hope this does justice! although i know nothing, i do like the sport! (also i hope you meant ice hockey and not regular grass hockey, which i used to play growing up ok anyway). / DISCLAIMER: gif is not mine! / WARNINGS: sport!!!!, cursing, fluff, we love a clumsy mena. 

Hockey. Ice Hockey. Although Mena grew up in Toronto for most of his life, he had never ventured into actually playing the sport, at least not to the level of his partner. So when his current hockey enthusiast girlfriend rented out the ice rink for a few hours, just for them. Well– He was perplexed to say the least. “Did we really have to rent out the entire place?” Mena asks, teasingly as they walk with their hockey boots to the stands. “Of course! Aren’t you glad that I didn’t make you do all of this in front of other people?” Y/N smiles, obviously amused by it all as she takes a seat, taking off her sneakers and putting on the skates. She had a point but Mena worried with her eyes only on him that it would be more pressure. She was a pro after all. 

“Guess I have beginner nerves.” Mena admits with a laugh, doing the same as her, making sure the skates were tight but not too tight. “Here.” Y/N offers, extending her hand out. Mena takes it before he gets pulled up onto his feet. “This is an odd feeling.” He states, confused by it all. “Come on, we don’t have time to waste, there’s so much to teach you!” Y/N says excitedly, making her way to the rink, jumping on the ice like it was nothing, simple as walking. Mena made his way over, glad he wore protective gear for his joints, he just knew his body would be covered in bruises the next morning. He gets on the ice, hesitant at first before slowly skating towards Y/N. Y/N claps, teasing Mena yet again. “You made it! I’m so proud of you.” – “Oh shut up.” Mena laughs, tugging at Y/N’s scarf playfully. 

Mena and Y/N skate around the rink a few times as warm up before Y/N skates over and grabs a stick for Mena to use. “Here you go– oh and don’t forget this.” She leans over the barrier and pulls out a massive helmet. “And what exactly do you plan to do to me? Torture?” Mena jokes, though he lowkey worries about his safety. “Just some goal training, it’s easy! Just stand in the goal and try to stop the puck.” Mena blinks, staring at Y/N in disbelief. “This really is just fun to you? Seeing me suffer?” Mena says as he’s pushed over to one of the goals, his worries ignored only to be laughed at. Oh how he would get his revenge one day. 

“Don’t think too much, you’ll be safe.” Y/N reassures him, putting the helmet on his head. He groans at the fit, trying to straighten it out. “If I have to go to the hospital for this–” Mena is interrupted as Y/N lifts the cage of his helmet, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, warming his once cold face in seconds. He kisses back, enjoying the touch before Y/N pulls back and slams the cage shut, laughing. “Do you not trust me? Your own girlfriend? A hockey player?” She grabs a hold of his shirt, pulling him closer her, looking up at him. “Of course I trust you.” Mena states as he recovers from the shock of the helmet. “Just, go easy on me okay?” Y/N shakes his helmet playfully before skating into position. 

Y/N skates in a small circle, circling her puck collection. Mena watches carefully as she lines up her first shot. Whack! The puck goes flying through his legs, he barely moved. He’d seen her play in games, plenty of times, but it still shocked him to see her work her magic. She lines up another shot before he has time to prepare, this time it flies right past his arm. “Jesus christ, Y/N! What happened to going easy?” – “This is easy!” She yells back. This time she shoots straight for Mena’s legs, he tries his best to stop it, sliding his foot over but his whole body follows too, falling onto the ice. 

“Shit!” He curses, trying to get back up off the ice. Y/N laughs and skates over and tries to pull him up but his balance sets them both off. They fall into a heap, her on top of him, legs tangled, hockey sticks clacking together, Y/N hitting her head on his helmet. She laughs at the slight pain she feels, rubbing the spot. “Are you okay?” Mena asks, sitting up on his elbows– thank god for padding. “I should be asking you that.” Y/N teases. “Well, this is another reason having the ice rink to ourselves comes in handy. She makes herself comfortable on his lap, grabbing his hands so he sits up. “What? So you can be a total tease out in public as well?” Mena teases back, poking Y/N’s sides, causing her to squirm. “Hm, Maybe.” Y/N sing songs, pleased with herself. 

“Next time, we’re going to my gym and I’m making you do parkour stunts.” Y/N groans in protest. “You know I suck at stuff like that!” – “And you know I suck at this!” Mena laughs. Y/N sighs with a smile. “Fine, it’s a deal. Now stop complaining and stop one of my shots for once.” Y/N states, getting up from their spot, helping Mena up on his feet. What seemed like a million shots, ten confirmed bruises Mena felt developing on his skin and three hours later, they were spent. Spending the rest of their time at the ice rink cafe they ordered cheat food and hot chocolates to soothe the soul while watching others starting to enter the rink, people watching and judging others skills. Although it was painful, Mena had a good time, hoping in the future they’d be able to something like this again and soon. 

[nordragon]

AmiciaxMelie fanfiction (A Plague Tale)| Ch 1: Dibs

A/N:

Hi!

I hope that you're going to enjoy reading my newest work. English is NOT my first language so I apologize for any smaller language mistakes!

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(The chapter takes place during Chapter 6 in the game, after Amicia nad Hugo were captured by the soliders at the battlefield full of rats. Lucas was trying to convince the thieves to rescue his friends.)

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Teenage girl fixed her red hair and sighed.

"Arthur, for the last time, we're NOT going there."

"Did you even listen to that brat, Melie?!" The red-haired boy crosses his arms on the chest "They're nobles! They're going to give us tones of gold for rescuing them."

"If they're so rich then why they were wading through the battlefield at night all alone?!"

"If they weren't nobles they would run away from the guards"

"I still have a bad feeling about this plan."

"We NEED that money, tho." He approached his sister "C'mon sis, we're a team. You really want me to go there all alone."

"No way" she chuckled "You won't survive a second without me!"

"And vice versa!" He elbowed her, also laughing

"All right, all right. Tell that brat that we'll get his masters back."

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About an hour later they were hiding in the bushes near the military camp.

"I see 6 guards at the main gate." Artur whispered 

"Any archers?"

"4 of them."

"Well, that sucks" Melie scratched her neck "Let's get out of here."

"No! There must be some way."

"Oh, c'mon!" Melie whispered angrily "You just want to go there no matter what because you heard that there'll be a beautiful noble girl, you thirsty bitch!"

"NO, I DO NOT-"

"SHHHH" Melie covered his mouth "You're insane, y'know."

"Maybe...but we need that money so better think about the plan."

They went silent for some time gazing at the armed camp and the soldiers ready to kill any intruders. 

"I may have a nice idea" Melie finally whispered to her brother "When they'll be changing the guard, we'll use the moment and sneak in."

"Yeah but there's shitone of other soldiers inside the camp, for sure."

"I know, you idiot! Listen!" she smacked him on the shoulder "I'll search for the nobles and free them. You, at the same time, will support me by distracting the soldiers and guards."

"Well...hmmmm" Arthur scratched his neck the same way his twin did "I could throw some small stones at them...or on something that will make a sound, like pots or helmets..."

"I know that you want to see your noble girl but I'm better at sneaking and you have better aim."

"Ok, let's do this then."

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The sun started getting higher and higher on the horizon as the twins were waiting patiently in the bushes for their chance to infiltrate the camp.

"Hey?" the boy broke the silence

"What?" his sister asked annoyed

"If she's hot, I'm calling dibs on her."

"You ain't calling shit!" She hissed. She was about to scold his dumbass brother even harder when she noticed a larger movement at the gate.

"The change of the guard" she announced

"Let's go!"

"Arthur?" she pulled his sleeve "Don't get killed."

"Don't be sappy!" he sent her a wide grin "We own this shit."

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The twins may sometimes act dumb or even reckless but when it came to getting the job done, they were doing it right. They burst out of the bushes and climbed at the fence gracefully landing at the other side.

Melie stayed down at the ground and Arthur got on the roof of the first building. Thanks to their excellent teamwork, it didn't take them long to find a girl in a cage, the one that they were looking for. 

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Melie, hidden behind the barrel was waiting for the guard to leave. She took her time to examine the girl. Melie expected some overdressed, cute noble shaking from fear. The girl in the cage, on the other hand, seemed not scared at all. She was rather angry, like she wanted to punch that guard in the face but the bars were stopping her. She seemed strong and dangerous to mess up with...and kind of nice to look at, actually.

A guard was talking to the girl for some time and then, to Melie's satisfaction, he left leaving the cage unguarded. The red-haired girl began to sneak in that direction when she noticed Arthur sliding down from one of the war machines.

'Dibs' he signed with his hands 

'What the hell is he doing?!' Melie thought angrily

Arthur got to the cage and opened it quickly. He pointed at his sister, sending the girl to her, and he climbed at the machine again.

Melie watched as the noble girl, the one that she was making fun of all they, was now approaching her. She was sneaking gracefully...on her long, beautifully-shaped, muscled legs. When the noble girl got closer, Melie noticed her hair in the color of a chestnut dark wood. Her dark blue eyes with that feisty twinkle in them. Her lips, dry and cracked but full and well-shaped. Her face, pretty and covered with bruises and scars...which were making her even more attractive in Melies' eyes.

"Fuck" Melie whispered"...she's hot"

[officialkendallroy]

hey sab! why did harry's show in berlin suck? :(

oof it was just the whole experience tbh. they started giving out numbers one or two nights beforehand and back then I couldn't as easily go to berlin as now bc i didn't had a train ticket. i would've cost me 20€ just to go there, get a number for the queue and then go back home. as someone whos poor, I couldn't do that, I could barely pay for the ticket itself tbh and I had to beg my dad for the money for the train to the actual concert so I could buy with the money I had left a tour shirt. so on the day when the actual concert was, we took the train at 8:30 am from my town. it takes like an hour and 20 min to go to the place where the concert took place. when we got there we got number 580?? or something I can't remember. and that was kinda rip like sorry I can't camp outside the concert hall for 3 days,,, i had to go to school LMAO anyways we waited there the entire day and I met some wonderful people and that was really nice ngl :') I had so much fun with them!! okay so like an hour and a half before the doors would open we started to go into the actual queue (it could have been earlier tho I don't really remember). we waited and then shortly before the doors opened people just went fucking crazy. THEY STARTED FUCKIBG RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES TO GET INTO. THEY SAID FUCK THE QUEUE AND THE NUMBERS WE RUNNING . anyways the person I went with and me run for our lives too and then we met the others we hung out again all day and went inside. inside was hell. i was like 4th, 5th row or something,,, and I couldn't breathe the whole entire time. all my friends left me and I was standing there, nearly blacking out when MUNA was on,,, I was so excited to see them but my body said FUCK U! the whole crowd was just aggressive as fuck, no one gave a shit if ppl fell, blacked out, got hurt. I literally had to hold up a girl that fainted in front of me just to make sure she wouldn't get hurt. A mom next to me ram her elbow so hard into my ribs it bruised. you also have to know that the security guards at concerts in berlin NEVER do anything, they don't give a shit but I never experienced it like that before. people fainted and they didn't do anything, people from behind pushed so bad and they did nothing, they didn't give out water ,,, i- and you might be thinking "why didn't you just go to the sides?" Well let me tell you! as someone who is definitely not a skinny legend it's pretty hard to just leave a regular crowd where there's space. now imagine zero space, people pushing from behind and one fat bitch who wants to leave the crowd,,, the polish ppl around me said fuck your life and your anxiety! and when harry got on it just was hell, I was completely dehydrated, drained as hell and yeah just fucking sad bc my 70€ I paid for the concert were basically gone with the wind. i don't think he's doing small concerts again but if he does im ,,, gonna go in last and then just fuck shit up in the back LMAO

[thebuckboibarnes]

You’re mine

Summery: peter gets jealous when reader flirts with another guy leads to smut

Warnings: smut, a little dominant peter, jealousy, swearing

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He watched the way you leaned against him, not usually a super jealous person but you did that to him, you were his and only his. You laughed at something the man said, he smiled back touching your shoulder as he did so he stepped closer, peter decided he’d had enough string over he locked his hand around your wrist.

“Let’s go, we’re going,” he said through gritted teeth, you sent the man an apologetic look as you stumbled to keep up with peter. You hadn’t seen this from him before, aside from a few looks he’d never showed jealousy. You smirked to yourself, his set jaw and dark eyes sent a chill through you. The car ride home was silent, and the walk to the front door made your stomach drop, you were nervous as all hell. Almost as soon as the door closed your back was against it, Peters hands dug into your hips and his lips were against your ear.

“Do you like making me angry, sweetheart?” His breath against your ear made you shiver as you lost all ability to speak. “Flirting with other men right in front of my face?”

“Peter I-“ you stuttered out before he interrupted

“Oh no, you don’t get to say anything, you’re going to listen,”

“Yes,” you choked out, your heart was racing as you squeezed your thoughts together realizing how sexually worked up you were becoming. This side of peter was new but you weren’t complaining.

“Yes what?” He demanded squeezing your hip tighter

“Yes sir,”

With that his lips found your jaw, he kissed his way down finding your pulse nibbling and sucking on it, you were t distracted by his lips to notice his hand had tracked down pushing your dress up his fingers found your clit. Your knees nearly buckled as he put barely enough pressure on your nerves, his fingers moved in small circles. He pulled you forward from the door grabbing a hand full of ass before roughly smacking it.

“You’re mine,” he muttered, his fingers once again finding your heat this time slipping his pointing and middle finger into you curling them in a delightful motion. Your knees wobble as you collapsed against him, your soft moans and groans egged him on. Just as you felt your release approaching he pulled his fingers from your core, you whined leaning into his chest.

“Peter,”

He reached under your dress pulling your panties down your legs, you wobbled on your heels watching as he unzipped his pants pulling himself out. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he took one of your legs in the crook of his elbow. His lips roughly trailed down your neck in hot open mouth kisses, you gasped feeling his hard cock press against your aching pussy finally releasing the built up tension as your walls fluttered around him.

His thrusts were hard and rough enough to remind you you’d pissed him off, he reached up pulling the top of your dress down to gain access to your tits. The leg he wasn’t holding onto barley touched the ground as he mostly held you up.

“Fuck,” he groaned “your mine, let me hear you say it, princess,”

“I-I’m yours, only yours, peter fuck!” You yelled attempting to grind against him with his movements, you shuttered, he filled you up perfectly your walls fluttering around him you were nearly screaming as he slammed his hips against yours. There would surely be bruises from his fingers digging into your thigh, he pulled you in roughly kissing your lips. You felt the pressure of your orgasm in the pit of your stomach, you cling to him whimpering and moaning.

“Peter fuck, Peter I’m-“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan, writhing in his arms as you shook with your orgasm, peter wasn’t far behind as his hips stuttered against yours crying out your name as he released. He dropped your leg pulling out of you resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his lips “I should’ve told that guy to go away, i didn’t really mean to upset you,”

“Y/n, don’t worry about it baby,” he kissed your lips softly brushing your hair out of your face.

“Jealous peter is kinda hot tho,” you laughed, his smile grew, he kissed your nose pulling you away from the wall

“How about round two?”

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[viria]

hey viria i was just wondering..... maybe you might've answered this before.... but how did sasha and you first meet and got into, you know, love? im really curious (i've never fallen in love before!!) and what was your experience like? im sorry if it's too personal, but.... you were the reason i started tumblr, because i wanted to reblog your arts! i feel so happy for you!

Thank you! It’s okay, I think..I might not get too personal, but I can describe it overall:”)

So he joined our last year of the university. At first I didn’t really notice him at all? I was fairly shy, because I was surrounded with people I don’t know well enough since my group of people all joined the specialist course, while I was taking masters.

Sasha said once we were in relationship that he thought I was too cool, like i had that certain circle of people and uh. out of his league. 

So. I was shy, as I said. and when I’m shy I’m pretty quiet. At the beginning of the year I was always alone, or went off to see Tanya, or listened to the music because I wasn’t sure how to approach people. Then I kinda started to open up but still was keeping on a quiet side. It’s probably around October that Sasha started kindly teasing me? He asked a lot why I was sad, when I wasn’t, I always said it was just my neutral face. SO it all kinda started with teasing:”D

We all together (as a class) started to talk and laugh more, Sasha and me too. I am generally even more shy around guys, so at first I still couldn’t quite uh talk the way I can now. But with time we started to talk a bit more, and i wasn’t as nervous to be on my own with him (I always worried we wont be able to talk and there will be that awkward silence). He helped a lot, kinda cheered on me, I think we at some point started to flirt and one of my classmates said we have an interesting communication. Once he got sick, and I was waiting for my parents in the uni, everyone left, and Sasha kept me company. It was so easy to talk?? I think that’s kind of when it started to shift for me.

Then parents came, and my mother said that there’s a big cold (as a flu) going around, involving in people dying, and I started to worry about Sasha a lot, because he caughed very badly when we parted. So I got all my courage and wrote him to go to the doctor if he feels very bad and take care, stuff like that.

About after that we started to talk in the evenings constantly, it was like a tradition. So we talked a LOT. Eventually he got the courage to ask me out on a concert? I think the concert was just a way to do it fairly subtle:D 

We went out, I was very nervous getting ready, but when I got there I was okay, and Sasha was the one who seemed to be nervous this time:”D Still, it went out great, the concert SUCKED, but we had something to talk about on the way back home and I felt so lifted afterwards! So we started to go and see each other more and more, but we still kept it on a modest side? Like we said goodbuy and gave each other awkward high fives for A WHILE. We both are shy potatoes. But it was still perfect:”) 

Then one time Sasha asked me out to go ice skating, because I love it, even though he can’t skate. So we went there, I asked Sasha to trust me and I wanted to ride with him like I did with my cousin and other friends, but I didn’t realize Sasha is bigger than those girls, and heavier. And so I. Uh. I dropped him by accident. he felt badly and didn’t skate after that, because he hit his elbow quite bad. Kept saying it’s okay, go and skate without me, you love it, etc. But I couldn’t because I was  so worried and I felt so guilty? We left soon enough, and were just walking and went to the cafe where I has seen his arm, and it was getting very bruised and fairly swollen. And it’s his right arm and for an artist it’s not the best thing to injure.

I couldn’t stop blaming myself even though Sasha kept saying it wasn’t my fault (tho I think it kind of was), so I kept asking him how he feels, got him the medicine against swelling, and then once we parted, we still talked in the evening, and I didn’t want Sasha’s arm to hurt so I FINALLY had my reason to call him. and then we talked on the phone for the next three hours and I honestly don’t even remember much of that anymore.

Sasha later said it was when he seriously fell in love. so. Tadaa! that’s kind of it! After that it’s more personal and more domestic, so! Sorry it’s so long, but you asked for it:D

[betta-resplendent]

Warning; Needles, blood. No pics it’s k

i have a super tender bruise on my hand :C

TL;DR: Had MRI. Needed contrast. Was stuck 4 times. Once in the hand. Vein blew. Needed a goddamn ultrasound to the arm to even find a good vein.

Super long post but I tried to make it at least a little humorous for anybody who actually wanted to read it. I kept blood to a minimum. :c

I had to have my MRI rescheduled from Tuesday; I ended up having it on FRIDAY of this week (yesterday), and because I’d already had spine surgery in 2012 they wanted to do contrast. Which means IV.

Now, I don’t know if it’s because of my weight, or I have naturally deep veins, or a combo of both but I have ALWAYS been a hard stick. I usually don’t leave hospitals without at least two bandages where they tried to poke me and failed to get anything. It once took two nurses at a MedPoint to stick me because they can only have 3 attempts before they have to find somebody else to do it. I have scarring on the inside of my left elbow from the amount of times I’ve been poked and prodded. You’d think, after all of this AND two steroid injections in my back (THAT SUCKED OH MY GOD I NEVER WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN), I’d be used to this. However I still have a horrid fear of needles, to the point where usually I have to look away and squeeze something, whether it’s somebody’s hand or the damn chair I’m in (or in this case, the blanket they wrapped around me)

But yesterday was the absolute worst it’s been since the steroid injections. Now, to give the nurses credit they were super nice and clearly felt bad for all the prodding. They kept me calm, even got me multiple warm blankets because between the anxiety and the room being cold AF, I was shaking so bad I could barely speak. I hadn’t slept at all that day, and the appointment was at 8:30. I was exhausted, so I think that amplified the pain by quite a bit. I laid down, the nurse explained what they needed (again), and they started. I gave them a warning that my veins were hard to pin down even with tons of water. I’d even been rubbing the insides of my arm to try and get one to work. The nurse said “Oh that’s alright, we’ll get it.”

Oh boy.

So she wraps the tourniquet on my arm, I pump my fist for a moment and then hold. I’ve done this shit before man. I got dis on lock. She feels around, pressing and rubbing at the skin. Already, she’s getting perplexed. A few soft ‘hrm’s’ here and there as she searched all up and down my arm. I tried to make small talk but I was already trembling like a goddamn baby in a snowstorm, so that wasn’t working out too well. Not to mention I already had the earplugs in so it was hard to hear anything.

She asked about hobbies. I mentioned gardening. She says she has a flowerbed overtaken by weeds. I laughed and said ‘Same.’ We mentioned creeping charlie. I told her about my mint plants. I told her about the dogs. Shit, I even mentioned using fish water for the herbs and talked about Bailey.

Through all of that, she’d gotten increasingly concerned. I think the moment she started smacking at the veins to find something was when she realized ‘this is going to suck’.

She thinks she found one. “Do you want me to warn you?”

“I don’t like surprises when it comes to needles. Yes, please.”

She cleans off the area. She presses again to make absolutely sure she has it. She preps the needle. “Okay, you’ll feel a pinch.”

In it goes. Fucking ow. Anybody who’s had their blood drawn, or gotten an IV, or...dealt with needles at all really (no judgement <3) knows that when you or somebody else misses the fucking vein and start to dig for it, it is the weirdest feeling in the fucking world and it hurts. It starts small, sort of uncomfortable, after the initial stick. The longer it goes, the more it grows. It radiates almost like an itch through the arm. I felt it down in my goddamn fingers at one point because I’m too much of a coward to say ‘enough, try somewhere else’. This goes on for what seems like five minutes (tho i’m sure it was only like, one or two at MOST, probably not even that), before she sighs, “Well, I can’t seem to find it.”

“That’s okay.” She pulls out the needle, wipes away any blood, keeps searching. Keep in mind, I refuse to move my head to look at anything she’s doing. By now another nurse came out and brought a heated blanket to me to help stop the shaking. It helps a little, enough to let them work.

Nurse count: two.

She searches around my elbow. I visibly tense up when she starts searching my hand. I’ve gotten my blood drawn from the hand before and lemme tell you that shit hurts. A friend of mine claims that hurts less than the elbow and man do I envy that because that is not the case for me at all.

I think she noticed it, because she didn’t dwell long on the hand before moving on to my left arm.

Tally: Right arm, 1 attempt.

She starts the process again on my left arm. Prodding at the skin, rubbing, turns into slapping at different points hoping for something to come up. I’m now looking to my right, staring at my glasses and the locker key containing my bag and my cane. I counted the damn cabinets, tried to guess what was inside. Anything to keep my mind off of it.

She’s reaching back onto the little caddy she’s got with all the supplies. I prepare myself for another stick. She cleans, she pokes some more, slaps again, cleans one more time.

“Okay. A pinch.”

Here we go again. She misses. More digging. I’m staring up at the ceiling at a dim, horizontal (vertical, from my position, perpendicular to me) image of a sky. I’m assuming that if I’d been put into the machine feet first, perhaps the image would have been turned on to give me something to look at. Maybe it would have moved? I’ll never know. I don’t even know if my head would stick out of the machine. I didn’t even know you could go feet-first. That was news to me. 

She digs for another minute. My fingers start to hurt. That weird radiating numb-pain is going to my shoulder and fingers from the crook of my elbow and god damn I wish it would stop. She lets out another sigh, shakes her head. “Okay. Well. We’re just gonna go ahead and do the first set of images, and we’ll pull you out, try again, and do the last 3 with contrast.”

“okiedokie”

In I went. They were nice enough to provide a cloth to cover my eyes, the ‘emergency escape ball’, as I call it, and put me in. I stayed as still as possible. I shit you not, I was more relaxed in that loud ass machine than I was outside of it. It was also so warm in there omg. I fell asleep in the damn thing. Granted it was more of a cat-nap that I woke myself up from by grunting (whoops), but it’s still astounding I managed to sleep while the machine was screaming at me and taking pictures. 

After the last picture of the first round was done they pulled me out. The two nurses and another nurse was there to prep me for another run to poke at me. I felt like a science experiment. 

Nurse count: Three.

They spoke pretty quietly. I don’t know what they said really. Their tone was more confused or concerned than anything. With the ear plugs I couldn’t really hear them and you can bet your ass I wasn’t gonna look at ‘em either. They tried my right arm again, poking at it. They could find nothing. The first nurse asked, “Has anybody gotten you here before?” while running her fingers over my elbow. I told her no, not to my knowledge, as a bit of a joke. I don’t think it was appreciated but she gave me a polite chuckle anyway. The heat from the blanket was gone so I was back to trembling  again. The third nurse left, came back with a second blanket, and layered it underneath the first to keep in heat. Thank the Gods for nurses.

The first nurse moved to my left arm again, poked some more. She pressed against the spot she’d gotten previously and sighed, “You’ve definitely got some scarring there.”

“Yeah? I’m not surprised.” Only I was shaking so it was more like ‘Y-yeah? m’n-not s-s-surprised’. Fuck, I felt dumb.

She keeps looking. Eventually she focuses on the hand. Ah, shit. I tensed up again and she says, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Do what you gotta do.” Because who am I to argue with a nurse? At this point I just wanna fuckin go home and sleep. And eat because man I hadn’t eaten for ~24 hours and i was hungry af. 

She pokes at the hand, finds one. Slaps at it a little, pokes it again, nods. All three nurses are around me, one next to the nurse poking at me, and the other watching from the far end by the window in case assistance was needed. The humming from the machine was getting obnoxious, the lights were too bright, I was too tired and I just wanted to go. 

“Warning?”

“Yes please.”

She preps the needle. I try to relax, stare back up at the ceiling again. The cloud looks like a bunny. 

“Okay. Pinch.” 

Oh. My. God.

I could have started crying. Well, I did, but not much. The pain was immediate and instead of dulling for a few before radiating it started at 10 and just went from there. She dug for a few minutes, inhaled sharply. Exhaled just as sharply. 

“Well,” and I looked at her, focused on her face instead of her hands. “I found one.”

“Yeah?”

“It blew.”

Fuck me running. All I could manage was “well that’s unfortunate” because oh my god what the fuck am I supposed to say to that? Tbh it didn’t really hurt, though now I’m wondering if the pain was that bad because it blew or if the vein deciding ‘fuck it’ and going out like an abandoned mine shaft was really painless. It was at this point that the third nurse left the room. 

Nurse count: Two. The second nurse left. 

Nurse count: one.

She stepped back from me and apologized. I, of course, said it wasn’t a big deal. I mean jesus, I did warn you, I kind of expect some difficulty but jesus christ not this much. A few more minutes pass. The two nurses that left return, followed by another nurse, somebody that puts IV’s in frequently. 

Nurse count: Four.

So, now it’s his turn. He starts poking, prodding, rubbing, tapping. His hands are far rougher but he’s nice enough, I figure he’s gotta be kinda rough with it if he has any hope of fuckin’ finding anything in the Girl Who Had No Veins. 

He lets out a sigh and another ‘hrm’. I smile a bit weakly, “how long do i got” which earns a couple wry laughs. That’s all I got at this point, don’t judge me. 

They step away to talk for a few minutes. I’m back staring up at the ceiling. The other cloud looks like a fucked up potato with a stick attached to it. 

The first nurse comes back. “He’s going to prep an ultrasound to see if we can’t find something.”

Oh my god. This is new. A goddamn ultrasound. Tf. Again, I can’t argue I’m in a damn flat ‘bed’ attached to a giant machine and walk with a cane. I have no leverage and no escape.

They detach me from the machine and roll me into the room on the other side of the machine. It’s dark as hell, but that’s okay. Several people are in the room and start standing around me to watch and/or assist.

Nurse count: Fucking six. Why are there so many people back there is that normal or did I become a sideshow somehow?

He gets the machine prepped, uses that nasty gel stuff, and starts pushing against my arm. It takes maybe two minutes to finally find one he’s satisfied with. He presses his goddamn nail against the area for a solid 30 seconds while the other nurses get the saline and contrast fluid. I looked up at him like ‘tf?’ and he just gave a weak smile, “Marking it so we don’t lose it again.”

Fffffair enough. Mark away.

The nurses get back, he does the injection, they push through the saline, then the contrast. “You’ll taste or smell something funky.”

Gross. They were right and I hate it. I don’t even know how to describe it. 

The contrast was put in, she told me it would feel ‘cool in temperature’ which...it really didn’t. I didn’t feel a damn thing. They finished that up, I was wheeled back into the room with the machine, realigned, and we finished the last 3 pictures. They removed the IV when I got out, and I swear I could not have hobbled out of there fast enough. I bought a sandwich at the hospital cafe and ate it the moment we got home, chatted with my girlfriend a bit, and went tf to sleep.

I dislike hospitals. Greatly. I don’t blame anybody really, it was all one big clusterfuck and they were nice, but damn.

/story.