#i hope they block me after and im put on their dni list

[bamboozled-distress]

starting mpreg discourse in the comment section of a trolls band together fanart post on Instagram is probably my favourite thing I’ve ever done in my life

[pinkaditty]

Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy. 

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two. 

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient. 

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic. 

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last. 

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled. 

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable. 

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you. 

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.” 

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color. 

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms. 

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist. 

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger. 

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back. 

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

[70spunkstars]

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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fiance!Reader

Summary: its a complete rule, you never share your birthday wish no matter the circumstances, but after a day of celebrating the wish is spilled. 

Warnings; smut! (18+), male receiving, unprotected sex, p in v if ya know, { minors dni } , fluff, tooth aching fluff

Authors note: Hi! how did i write this I have no idea, after serious writers block I got this idea in honor of chris’s birthday. A BIG Happy Birthday to the man who continues to inspire me as I continue wriing fics! I hope everyone enjoys this and who knows, Maybe I’ll be back with more fics, Happy Reading.

smut under the cut. 

June 13th, 

you smiled at the date smiling back at you on your phone, just under the time that read “5:45am”. You opted to wake up early, as discreetly as possible to keep the man beside you asleep soundly. As you sat up you turned and smiled at him, his hair slightly across the pillow, messily, as the events just few hours before remnant on his skin as well as your own. You smiled at dodger, holding your finger to your lips as you stood up, grabbing the shirt closest to you, pulling it on you took dodger with you, him following close behind. Closing the bedroom door you made your way downstairs to start the coffee pot, hitting the button on the Mr.Coffee pot you smiled at the memories of moving in with Chris, shopping for appliances as the man had absolutely nothing.

FOUR YEARS AGO

Walking through Target you laughed,getting distracted by the small things on the end of the aisles as Chris walked beside you, pushing the cart full of new towels,sheets and more. “Baby” he laughed, pulling your hand as you looked at the dog toys of the season “but babe dodger needs this!” you smile, holding up the plush dog bone laughing as it squeaks. “Babe he does not need it, he has his lion” he laughs, shaking his head as you throw it in the cart ignoring his protests. You smile as he shakes his head “We need a coffee maker babe that's all that's left on this list” he says,holding the sticky note in his hands, crossing things off with his pencil smiling at you. You both finally made it to the coffee maker aisle. “Holy shit” he whispered under his breath, standing in front of a keurig coffee maker with multiple cup settings on top of an espresso machine. Shaking his head he grabs the box with the simple coffee maker on top “we’re getting this one, easy buttons” he nods putting it in the cart as you shake your head laughing, “okay old man”. 

You smiled at the smell of the coffee falling into the glass pot, pouring it into a “dog mom” mug Chris gifted you two years ago for your birthday. Sipping the cup you set it back down on the counter, grabbing your phone and reading through the recipe you found the night before, you weren’t going to let this special birthday be any less for Chris, he just didn't know it yet. By the time you got the cake in the oven, and frosted and hidden away from Chris’s wandering eyes it finally reached 7:30, you smiled to yourself wiping your hands and forehead of any remnants of frosting and flour and pour Chris his cup of coffee, and began making your way up the stairs. Smiling and making your way in the bedroom you noticed he had shifted in your few hours away, laying on his stomach, hands under your pillow nuzzled close all you could hear was his snores. You smiled walking to the bed setting the mug on his side of the bed, climbing in on your side, leaning down to place kisses along his spine whispering “oh birthday boy” you smile as he stirs as your lips, groaning softly. 

“Baby” he mumbled into the pillow, shuffling along the sheets as you smiled, rubbing his back slowly, gently tracing the half moons on his shoulders from your fingernails. “Hi Birthday boy” you smile as he shifts, seeing both green eyes staring back at you, a grin following. Grabbing the back of your neck he pulls you down kissing you softly, the morning breath far from being a bother. You smile at him nudging his nose gently as he grins “hi” he whispers again as you grin “hi” you giggle back as he smiles “you know, we’ve spent so many birthdays together but nothing tops waking up to you in the morning” he grins as you slap his chest gently smiling “your getting sappy old man” you wink at him as you lay beside him,nuzzling into his chest, your head landing on the dodger tattoo across his chest. The softness of his fingers through your hair made you smile, almost lulling you to sleep “we’re having everyone over today remember” you whisper as he hums in agreement “I forgot” he laughs as he squeezes you against his chest,kissing the top of your head.

 After hours of laying in bed you finally managed to get yourself from his arms, which lasted a whole three minutes as he joined you in the shower not much longer. You smiled up at him, the engagement ring sitting on your left ring finger as it rested on his chest, his hand on top of yours with a grin, “I never get tired of looking at it you know” he says looking down at you, water running off his hair as it stuck to his forehead as you move it back, “me either” you smile, standing up on your tippy toes, connecting your lips again. Chris leaned you back against the wall, a smirk on his face as he looked down at you, you giggled at him wrapping arms around his neck as he leaned down connecting his lips with your jaw, making his way down your jaw, a soft sigh escaping your lips. You gripped his arm as he found the spot just above your collarbone, a moan falling past your lips as he smirked against your skin as he continued down your body. As he made his way to your breasts you stopped him, him looking up at you confused, shaking your head you grinned switching places with him as he leaned against the wall, you smirked “it’s your birthday”. With a wink you made your way down his body, kissing along every tattoo that covered his chest till your knees met the tile floor, placing kisses along his hips, rubbing his thighs slowly as you made contact with his semi-hard cock. You grinned as he shivered at the coldness of your hands as you finally wrapped your hand around his length,pumping him slowly. He groaned from above you, a smirk on your face as you licked his tip, collecting the precum that had collected there. You smiled as you heard his moans, taking him into your mouth slowly you kept your hand on what you couldn’t reach, bobbing your head slowly looking up to make eye contact with him. You felt him thread his fingers through your hair, a makeshift ponytail as you gagged as he hit the back of your throat “fuck” he groaned as he watched you, reaching down you took both of his balls in your hand, slowly rolling them between your fingers, grinning as you licked the underside of his length, kissing each vein, taking each ball into your mouth. “Baby baby” he panted moaning, leaning back against the wall he took hold of your hands “the only way I’m cumming today is if it’s inside of you” he smirked as you grinned kissing your way back up his body. 

You kissed him desperately, wanting to feel close to him as he grabbed you from behind your thighs,giggling softly at the height of being off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist you kissed his shoulder “c’mon old man” you smirked watching his eyebrows furrow slightly “i’m not that old” he says back, adjusting his grip on your ass. “Prove it” you whisper in his ear as you feel his tip at your entrance, moaning as he slides in slowly, letting you adjust to his length. Moaning in unison as he bottoms out, bouncing back to get him to thrust into you. He begins pounding into you, his thrusts rough as you gasp, moaning loudly. You grip his shoulders tightly, head falling back to the wall as he thrusts relentlessly into you, whimpering. “Oh my god” you gasp through your moans as he grunts, thrusting harder to hit your g-spot, causing you to moan louder “Fuck baby” you gasp as he smirks moaning against your shoulder as he reaches forward to rub your clit, looking at you with a grin. You grip his shoulders harder,creating half moons against his skin as your thighs begin to shake, moaning louder “baby baby oh my god im gonna cum” you gasp as he continues his thrusts, getting more erratic. “Cum for me baby c’mon you are squeezing me so good fuck you feel amazing” he gasps, his thrusts getting sloppier as you grip him tighter. Gasping loudly, you cum around him as he groans loudly, thrusting a few more times before you feel his cum coating your walls. You pant holding onto him as you both come down from your highs, panting he smirks “old man my ass” as he slaps your ass, setting you down gently on the tiles.

With much convincing you finally managed to get both you and your fiance dressed as the Evans would be arriving within a few hours. You smiled at the thought of the day, no one knew of your gift for Chris, as he told you multiple times he didn’t need anything, just you. You shook your head at the thought as you set out the snacks for the family on the table as he sat on the couch, henley and jeans as a random cold spell made its way through Boston. You smiled as he squeezed your hip, pulling you into his side with a grin kissing your forehead, “you know you don’t have to do this” he said rubbing your back with a smile as you shook your head “it's a day about you of course I do” you grin, kissing his cheek and making your way back to the kitchen.

4pm on the dot there was a knock on the door, in which you heard a faint “i’ll get it” and a laugh as you guessed exactly who it was, with a smile you made your way out the kitchen to meet Lisa and Scott. You grinned hugging Lisa and Scott as you and Lisa made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. “Hun” she whispers as you put the garlic bread on the table, turning to her smiling “yeah?” you ask, tilting your head. “You alright?” she asks as you smile, nodding eagerly, “of course!” you say with a smile as she nods tentatively, deciding to leave it. After finally sitting for dinner you dished out a piece of lasagna for you and for Chris, cutting more for everyone else as they arrived shortly after Lisa and scott. You smiled, you loved Lisa’s cooking and she never failed to amaze you with it.  With a small conversation for dinner it was finally time for cake and gifts. You smiled as you finally pulled the cake from the hiding spot to put the candles on top giggling to yourself. You pull the 4-0 candles from the bag,placing them on top of the cake to light them. You smile grabbing the cake, carrying it to the living room as you all began singing “happy Birthday, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear chris, happy birthday to you” you smile, stopping in front of him as he laughs, shaking his head as the four candle had a small captain america shield on it, smiling he blew out the candles with a laugh. 

You cut the cake into slices for everyone as the gifts began, your hands started sweating as you got nervous he wouldn’t enjoy your gift, you shook your head quickly as you knew, he would love it. You handed out cake slices to everyone as Chris began opening his gifts, a new patriots hat from scott, as well as a dog dad hat from Carly, a homemade card from miles and many more. It finally came down to you as you smiled, grabbing the gift box from the kitchen making your way to him, holding the box as you sat down in front of him with a grin. He shook his head at the disney wrapping paper you managed to wrap the gift in, you smiled as he tore apart the box, realizing you may have used too much tape to tape it closed. You watched as he picked up the picture frame, the photo of the sonogram inside. You smiled as you watched him look between you and the frame “is this?” he asked as you grin, nodding, as he picked up the photo of Dodger wearing a “promoted to big brother” bandana around his neck. He laughed with tears in his eyes as he pulled you into a hug. “Well?” Lisa asked, the suspense killing her, “I’m gonna be a dad” he looks over at her as she squeals, jumping from her seat to hug the both of you. Between the tears and laughs the night came to an end as you hugged everyone out the door, congratulations following. 

You pulled your nightgown on as you crawled into bed, adjusting the messy bun on your head as you smiled at your fiance, you couldn’t believe the way he took the news, putting the sonogram photo on his bedside table. You smiled as he pulled you into his chest, laying your head back down on the dodger tattoo you looked up to meet his eyes “thank you” he whispered as you furrowed your eyebrows “For?” you asked. He shook his head, gripping your arm gently with a smile, “everything, making that cake, which was amazing, Carly is definitely having you make Miles’s next cake and just you gave me the best gift in the world” he finished, looking at you with a smile. You sat up leaning up to kiss him softly, kissing his lips deeply you cup his cheeks with a smile “you deserved all of it, and I will absolutely make Miles a birthday cake are you kidding” you both laugh as you lay back down with a yawn. It went quiet for a few minutes as you listened to each other's breathing, broken up with a whisper as Chris nudged you, smiling as you looked up to meet his eyes. “You gave me exactly what I wished for today, I absolutely didn't think it was gonna happen today but” he stopped, choking up again as he smiled looking down at you with so much love in his eyes you had no idea you could fall in love with this man anymore than you already did. 

“I got my birthday wish”.

[la5t-res0rt]

i was just sent a post from the blog who must not be named it was a post reblogged from someone who ive added to my list of really bad people but one of the things that struck me was a tag i saw in the post

antis seek therapy

we do

we do seek therapy often to combat the trauma some of us have endured through being groomed and being abused we spend time on ourselves to heal we find ways to cope and enjoy life again after it feels like parts of ourselves have been ripped from us and broken and tainted and violated

we work to be comfortable again we work to feel like ourselves again we find things we love again we allow ourselves to enjoy media again

we are taught to stand up for our own levels of comfort and to take control of the space around us we are taught mechanisms to move forward and we are encouraged to help others and support others at least thats what my therapist of multiple decades told me

we all seek shelter in our own ways and many people seek it in media its literally what so many beetlebabes shippers claim to be doing like they’re quote reclaiming some lost childhood thing unquote and yeah i think youre going about it in a terrible way that continues the cycle of pedophila and is normalizing it but thats not even what this is about right now this is about the blatant disrespect and inability to open your eyes to someone elses experience and story

so many antis are so uncomfortable with the content created by beetlebabe shippers myself included since its so similar to the material used to character veil up abuse me character veil down

we try to curate our spaces for that we say beetlebabes dni dont reblog dont put yourself in this space im making for myself but then people come in and call it gatekeeping and try to illustrate how someone is a bad person for not wanting exposure so pedophilic content like its absolutely baffling to me that people can state such a clear and simple rule and then people will whine and moan about it as if its oppression newsflash its not fucking oppression you whining slime mold being asked to not interact on the ground of pedophilia isnt fucking oppression read a book go outside and learn something anyway

people are entitled to have control over the space in which they occupy people have the control to remove people from their spaces its like ok weird metaphor but this whole ordeal with wearing masks in public spaces yes you may have the right to refuse to wear a mask and you have the right technically to harass service industry workers but the businesses that employ these workers also have the full right to not allow you in and to even remove you from the property free speech also comes with consequences this is such a simple principle like talk shit get hit metaphorically is basically the same principle

coming into someones space after they specified that that your content is something that makes them uncomfortable makes you a major asshole and also makes me think youre dumb and maybe cant read

all of that is bad enough

but to continuously berate someone and belittle their very real trauma all in the sake of you wanting to ship and post pedophilia is simply abhorrent it is truly vile behavior to come back multiple times is truly a disdainful act in my eyes and im sure im not the first person to feel this way

if youre close to people in the field of psychiatric medicine you should know better than to belittle someones trauma and as a csa survivor yourself you should have the compassion to respect someones boundaries

have you discussed this behavior with this psychiatrist husband of yours not the pedophilic stuff but this blatant disrespect and dismissal of someone elses trauma and the growth theyve achieved thanks to their therapy and counseling have you addressed this narcissistic holier than thou approach you have to discussing such serious issues with people because thats something that should be addressed along with your acceptance and tolerance and even romanticization of pedophilia in media

this is harassment and gaslighting in action folks nether receipts I hope youre taking notes because you clearly dont know what either term means and the fact that youve gone out of your way to promote this abusive behavior is yet another reason why people dislike you i can’t tag you because youve finally taken the hint and blocked me so I see no point but you know who you are also people don’t hate you because youre a woman they hate you because youre a pedophile anyway this isnt about you

back to the person im actually addressing

trauma is not an experience that is easy to read and apply to every person you yourself sourced years of trying to deal with what you went through who are you to dictate how long someone can feel pain for what theyve gone through who are you exactly to say whether or not if has been too long of a time for someones trauma to effect them you of all people should know that this shit doesnt go away it lingers and it grips you forever it doesnt matter if you’ve been apart from it for ten days or ten years

in one sentence you belittled a person for still being effected by their trauma and then in the next stated that the battle is life long which is it which statement do you actually beleive because it seems to me you only seem to care about your own horrible self without taking this other person into account at all because their response to their trauma was to break the cycle and work to make his space safer for himself and i beleive that takes more courage and more strength to actively oppose what hurt you rather than let it become how you cope and it becomes something you reintroduce into the cycle by keeping the its all okay attitude alive

i do not usually do direct posts its not exactly my style but i am so disgusted by what i have seen and what has been shared with me that it would be a disservice to not alert as many people as i can about your behavior

for a closing statement i will quote you

quote i hope you find your way to it instead of wasting all of your time being afraid of pictures and words on a screen, and picking fights with people who harm nobody unquote

what the fuck so you think youre doing by coming back over and over to belittle trauma denounce treatment and all around be unpleasant and high and mighty thats fucking harming people you narcissistic fool

im sorry you were hurt that fucking sucks but that doesnt give your the right for one fucking second to come into someones space where it was specified that you were not allowed and proceed to harass them and belittle them like you have done

@soeur-tiame you should be ashamed of yourself

dont bother responding as ive shown before with that transmed guy i dont like to waste any more of my time on filth than i need to